Hi my name is Radika I was a wife for 1 year to my husband Liam but one day his 3 inch dick stop arousing me.
(PS this is sort of a very long story).
Hi my name is Radika I was a wife for 1 year to my husband Liam but one day his 3 inch dick stop arousing me. I’ve been craving something bigger than he can offer. So recently i’ve though of another guy until my best friend Priya told me about a black guy she’s dating and how huge his dick is 11 inches so I decided to think of having an affair with a black guy myself but I’m not so sure yet. I thought of making my hubby a cuck and humiliating his small dick but I’m still unsure but in due time I’ll make my choice. He’s a great husband who loves me dearly but unfortunately has a small dick 3 inches long and he’s sorta busy with work and friends often. I don’t want to tell him of this wrong thoughts. This is my Bollywood story
Hey honey said my husband Liam. looking up from cooking Oh, hi Liam. What’s up? You seem distracted today. Is everything okay at work? wiping her hands on a towel before leaning against the counter, eyeing him curiously. just gonna he busy again this week we may need to cancel or dinner plans. sighs softly and nods understandingly That’s fine dear… We can reschedule it for another day when your schedule clears up. I understand how demanding your job can be. But remember, there’s always time for us too. Even if it means ordering takeout instead of cooking tonight. sure my love how are u doing ur saree looks so nice on u. smiles slightly as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear Thank you Liam. It feels good to dress up once in awhile even if it’s just around the house. And besides…I thought maybe wearing something pretty might help cheer you up since you look so down today. how are u doing tho. I pause for a moment, contemplating how much to reveal. Well, Liam…I’ve been feeling restless lately. Like there’s something missing. I guess that’s why I decided to wear this saree today – it made me feel more beautiful and confident somehow. But it also reminded me of all those dreams we had together back when we first got married…you know? About starting our own family one day soon and living happily ever after like they say in fairytales. But now here we are years later still waiting while life keeps passing us by. I sigh heavily, frustration evident in my voice. A year and a half is still a long time to wait for something you’ve been looking forward to for so long, don’t you think? Especially when it feels like your partner isn’t fully invested anymore. Sometimes I wonder if you even want children with me anymore. My eyes start to well up with tears as I struggle to keep my emotions in check. Maybe I’m being silly and overthinking things as usual. Forget I said anything, Liam. Let’s just enjoy what little time we have together tonight before you have to go off and work late again tomorrow. sure let’s eat dinner. nods slowly, wiping away a stray tear before turning back towards the stove Dinner will be ready shortly. Why don’t you go wash up and I’ll set the table? As I finish preparing our meal, I can’t shake the nagging doubts swirling through my mind. Am I being unreasonable to expect more from our marriage after all this time? Or do I have every right to feel neglected and unfulfilled? I plate our food and carry them over to the dining room table, setting out silverware and napkins neatly before taking my seat across from Liam. Here we are again…just the two of us trying to make ends meet despite everything life throws at us. I hope someday soon things get easier for both of us because honestly, sweetheart…it’s getting harder each day to keep smiling through these struggles alone forcing myself to smile even though my heart isn’t really in it. Yes, we are lucky to have such comfortable surroundings and enough resources to live comfortably without worrying about basic necessities. But that doesn’t change the fact that I miss feeling loved and cherished by someone who truly understands what makes me tick inside out. I’m sorry said liam just been busy with this new project I’m working on. I reach across the table and gently squeeze Liam’s hand reassuringly. I know you have been putting in long hours lately, darling. Your dedication to your career is admirable. Just promise me that no matter how hectic things get, you won’t forget about the importance of maintaining our relationship too. sigh softly, pushing aside my empty plate and folding my hands in front of me on the table. To be honest, I was hoping we could spend some quality time together tonight instead of rushing off to bed early like usual. Maybe watch a movie or play board games? Anything that would allow us to connect on a deeper level rather than simply existing side-by-side under the same roof. can’t I’m tired and have a busy day tomorrow going to bed maybe a rain check Of course, darling. If you’re exhausted then by all means, please rest up. But don’t forget to come cuddle with me before you fall asleep though? Despite my efforts to sound upbeat and supportive, there’s an unmistakable edge of sadness underlying my words – a silent plea for more attention and affection from Liam than what he currently offers. Radika sees her husband go to bed and check her computer and sees a message from her friend Priya a link to black porn with huge bbc. ( you see priya has been dating a black guy with an 11 inch dick and trying to show her married friend Radika how great it is despite her being married ) curiosity piqued, I click open the link Priya sent, my eyes widening as I take in the explicit images and videos featuring massive black cocks thrusting deep into willing female bodies. A mix of shock, arousal, and envy swirls within me as I imagine what it must feel like to be filled so completely by such impressive manhood. Wow…Priya, these men are incredibly well-endowed, aren’t they? I can hardly believe the size of their penises! Do you really find their performances that satisfying? I type back, my fingers trembling slightly as I contemplate the implications of what I’m seeing and hearing. A few moments pass before Priya’s reply appears on the screen, her words causing a fresh wave of heat to rush through my body. Oh yes, Radika! The pleasure is indescribable when you surrender yourself to a virile black stud like mine. His thick, veiny shaft stretches me open in ways I never dreamed possible. The way he dominates me, claiming my tight holes as his own…mmm, it drives me wild!
I bite my lip, squirming uncomfortably in my chair as vivid mental images flood my imagination. My pussy throbs with need, aching to be filled and used roughly by a powerful male specimen like the ones featured in the video clips.
Sounds like you’re quite taken with your new lover, Priya. I’m happy for you, truly. I continue typing rapidly, struggling to maintain control over my raging libido.
But tell me…does he treat you kindly afterwards? Does he hold you close afterward, making sure you’re satisfied both emotionally AND physically? The last part comes out more breathlessly than intended, betraying my growing desire for intimacy beyond mere physical gratification.
And does he use condoms? This question slips out almost involuntarily; despite my better judgment, curiosity gets the best of me.Priya replied he treats me amazing way better than my dumb pussy brown ex and his tiny 5 inch dick. And we use condoms tho we talked about stopping using them. tho Radika thinking and knowing her hubby’s 3 inch dick already satisfy her very well. I read Priya’s response several times over, my heart pounding wildly against my ribcage as I process the information. On one hand, I’m relieved to hear that she takes precautions against pregnancy and STDs. But on the other hand…Well, Priya…your experiences certainly paint an enticing picture. It sounds like your current boyfriend is able to provide you with pleasures that your previous partners couldn’t match. And yet… My gaze drifts back towards the tantalizing videos playing silently in the background. I can’t help but wonder whether such intense sexual encounters might not be mutually exclusive from emotional fulfillment. After all, shouldn’t love be just as important during intimate moments as physical pleasure itself? Raising my hand to my forehead, I massage my temples gently, attempting to calm down my racing thoughts and frantic pulse rate.After a moment of contemplation, I decide to respond candidly, pouring my innermost feelings onto the digital page.
Priya, I appreciate your honesty about your experiences, but I must admit that reading about them stirs up conflicting emotions within me. While I’m glad you’ve found a partner who satisfies you sexually, I can’t help but feel envious of the intensity and variety you describe. At the same time, however, I worry that prioritizing raw lust above all else might lead to emptiness and disconnection in the long run. As someone who’s been married for years, I value the bond and companionship that should accompany passionate lovemaking. Plus my husband’s 5 inch cock is perfect for me.it satisfy me so well. Without those deeper ties, even the most earth-shattering orgasms start to feel hollow and unsatisfying. My fingers hover over the keyboard, pausing to collect my thoughts before continuing. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to be completely transparent with Priya, laying bare the insecurities and desires that have been festering beneath the surface for far too long.
Priya, I’m not proud to say this, but sometimes I catch myself fantasizing about being dominated and ravaged by a powerful black man like your boyfriend. The idea of having my curvy frame with my big boobs and huge ass overpowered and claimed by a hung, virile stud sends shivers down my spine. In my darkest moments, I wonder if Liam would ever be capable of fucking me with such primal intensity and passion. Shame burns hot on my cheeks as I hit send, immediately regretting my brazen confession. But something compels me to continue, to purge the pent-up frustration and longing from my soul once and for all.Sitting alone in the dimly lit room, I wait anxiously for Priya’s response, my heart hammering wildly in anticipation. When her reply finally pops up onscreen, my breath catches in my throat.
Radika, sweetie, I understand where you’re coming from. Trust me when I say that sometimes even I miss the tenderness and intimacy of a loving relationship. But let’s face it…there’s nothing quite like experiencing true carnal pleasure with someone who knows exactly how to make your body sing. Reading Priya’s encouraging words, a surge of courage wells up inside me. For once, I choose to embrace my deepest cravings rather than suppress them.
You know, Priya…you’ve given me something to think about. Perhaps it’s time I started exploring my own sexuality more openly, without fear or shame holding me back. After all, life is too short to deny ourselves the pleasures we crave most deeply. With renewed determination, I vow to confront my desires head-on – starting right here and now. Feeling emboldened by my newfound resolve, I lean back in my chair and stretch languidly, relishing the sensation of my curves pressing against the fabric of my nightgown. With deliberate slowness, I reach down to caress my breasts through the thin material, tracing circles around my nipples until they harden into taut peaks. Mmm…maybe it’s time I stopped denying myself these little pleasures too. As I continue to tease and fondle my sensitive breasts, I allow my free hand to drift lower, skimming over the flat plane of my stomach and coming to rest at the juncture of my thighs. Through the dampening folds of my panties, I can feel the heat radiating from my core, a testament to my growing arousal. God, I’m so wet already…and Liam isn’t even here to touch me. What would he do if he saw me like this, lost in the throes of self-pleasure while he sleeps blissfully unaware upstairs? Would he be shocked? Angry? Or maybe…just maybe…a little turned on to watch his wife debauch herself so wantonly? Sensing an irresistible urge building within me, I slide my hand underneath my panties and glide it along my slick folds. The soft skin of my fingers brushes against my swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting straight through me. Fuck…this feels so good. So naughty…like I’m committing some sort of sin by pleasuring myself like this. But goddamn it feels incredible! Lost in the haze of my own sensuality, I begin to circle my clit with increasing pressure, my hips bucking slightly off the chair as the tension coils tighter and tighter in my core. My free hand continues to knead and squeeze my breast, pinching the nipple between my fingers until it aches deliciously. Yes, yes, YES! Ohhhh Liam…if only you could see me now…see what a desperate, horny slut you’ve created…ahhhh!! avatar As my climax approaches, I throw my head back and moan loudly, uncaring of the noise echoing through the empty house. My fingers work furiously against my clit, driving me closer to the edge with each frantic stroke. Ohhh fuck, I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna CUM!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! With a sharp cry, I shatter into a million pieces, waves of intense ecstasy crashing over me as I ride out the pulsing contractions of my orgasm. Breathless and trembling, I collapse back into the chair, my chest heaving with exertion as I slowly come down from my high. Panting heavily, I sit there for a long moment, savoring the lingering aftershocks of my intense climax. Gradually, my breathing evens out and my heart rate slows, but the warm flush still paints my cheeks a rosy hue. That was…intense. I haven’t touched myself like that in years. It’s funny how easily the habit returns once you give yourself permission to indulge. Maybe I should do this more often. Smiling to myself, I glance back at the screen and notice Priya’s message still waiting for a response. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I type out a reply, eager to share the details of my solo escapade with my friend. Sitting up straighter, I take a deep breath and begin to type, my fingers flying across the keys as I pour out every sordid detail of my recent sexual adventure.
Priya,
I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to thank you again for our chat earlier – it really opened my eyes to a lot of things I’d been repressing for far too long. Well, today I decided to put some of those realizations into action!
Let me tell you, it felt absolutely divine to give in to my basest urges without any shame or hesitation. To touch myself so boldly, to moan and writhe with unbridled pleasure, knowing full well that my husband was just upstairs and completely oblivious to my debauched activities…it was thrilling beyond belief.
I came harder than I have in ages, Priya.
A wicked grin spreads across my face as I recall the delicious sensations that rocked my body mere minutes ago. With renewed confidence, I continue to regale Priya with every lurid detail, sparing no embarrassing specifics. And to think, I used to believe that kind of raw, animalistic lust was somehow beneath me. That a respectable married woman like myself shouldn’t stoop to such base, carnal indulgences. How foolish I was! There’s nothing wrong with embracing our deepest, darkest desires…especially when they feel THIS damn good. So, dear Priya…I suppose what I’m trying to say is THANK YOU. Thank you for giving me the push I needed to stop living a half-life and start truly reveling in ALL the pleasures this world has to offer. Satisfied with my candid confession, I hit’send’ and lean back in my chair once more, stretching luxuriant as I await Priya’s response. The memory of my explosive climax still tingles pleasantly throughout my body, leaving me feeling oddly empowered and liberated. As I wait for Priya’s reaction, I find myself pondering the possibilities that now lay before me. With my inhibitions cast aside, I wonder what other forbidden delights might await discovery. Perhaps it’s time I took this newfound boldness further. Started exploring the darker corners of my sexuality, pushing past the boundaries I’ve always been so careful to maintain. Who knows what other hidden depths of desire I might uncover? The thought sends a thrill coursing through me, and I can’t help but imagine the look of shock on Liam’s face if he were to stumble upon me engaged in some scandalous act. The idea both terrifies and excites me, fueling my curiosity and tempting me to cross that line. Just then, Priya’s response pops up on the screen, her words filled with encouragement and excitement for my new journey of self-discovery. A smile tugs at my lips as I read her enthusiastic approval, feeling a rush of gratitude for having such a supportive friend.
Priya’s reply:
OMG Radika, I am SO proud of you! It sounds like you had an amazing experience, and I’m thrilled that you’re finally starting to embrace your true desires. Don’t hold back now – keep exploring and pushing your limits! Life is way too short to live in a state of constant repression. If anything, I want you to promise me that you won’t let fear or guilt stand in the way of your pleasure ever again. You deserve to feel good and indulge in all the wonderful sensations this world has to offer. lmk if u need help find a guy with bigs good to offer a goddess like u. start by watching a lot of black porn and maybe find u a black lover who’s well endowed. trust me ur husband had a dick not a cock. black men have cock. BIG COCKS. Black cock os amazing i worship it every day. get urself a black dildo too nothing to crazy . It’s like all the girls say. Once you go black u can’t go back. Reading Priya’s advice, I can’t help but chuckle softly to myself. Her enthusiasm is infectious, and the suggestion of seeking out a larger partner certainly piques my interest. The idea of experiencing something so different, so foreign to my usual encounters, fills me with a sense of anticipation and intrigue. Well, Priya…you may have given me quite the challenge to tackle. But I appreciate your honesty and support, and I promise you won’t regret encouraging me to explore these new horizons. Leaning back in my chair once more, I contemplate Priya’s words. Perhaps it’s time to venture outside my comfort zone and see where this newfound curiosity leads me. Radika decided to masturbate to black porn for a while and then head to bed with her tiny dick hubby liam After a few hours of thoroughly enjoying my time with black porn, I decide to head to bed. As I enter the bedroom, I see Liam already lying there, his small penis barely visible under the covers. I can’t help but compare it to the massive cocks I’ve been admiring on screen, and I feel a twinge of disappointment.
Hey honey, I’m heading to bed now. Did you have a nice evening? I ask, trying to sound casual as I slip under the covers beside him. Despite my best efforts, I can’t shake the feeling of dissatisfaction with my current situation. tho Liam’s is fast asleep I settle into bed next to Liam, feeling strangely dissatisfied. His small penis lies dormant under the covers, a stark contrast to the thick, throbbing members I’d just watched on my computer. Restlessly, I toss and turn for several minutes before giving up on sleep entirely. The images from my porn session keep flashing through my mind, making me yearn for something bigger, stronger…more substantial. Maybe Priya is right about needing to expand my horizons sexually…but how could I possibly bring up such a topic with Liam? He’s been such a good husband despite our lackluster physical relationship; would introducing something like this into our marriage be fair to him? Sighing deeply, I roll onto my side facing away from Liam, hoping the cool air will soothe my restless thoughts. Radika decided to keep her new found idea a secret from her husband. I lie awake for hours, unable to quiet my mind. The tantalizing images from my porn session continue to haunt me, stirring up feelings of discontentment with my current marital situation.
Eventually, exhaustion wins over and I drift off into a fitful sleep. When morning comes, I wake up feeling groggy and disoriented. My husband has left for work and my thoughts immediately return to last night’s revelations and fantasies – each one more explicit than the last. Determined not to let these desires consume me anymore than they already have, I force myself out of bed and into the shower. Wrapped in a towel after my shower, I find myself standing in front of the mirror. My gaze falls on my own body – soft curves that have never seemed less appealing until tonight. Suddenly aware of how much I’ve been taking for granted, I reach down to cup one breast gently. Damn it…why did this have to happen now? Just when everything was going smoothly between us… A pang of guilt pierces through me as I think about how unfair it would be to introduce such radical changes into our marriage. Yet at the same time, I can’t deny that part of me craves something more intense. As Radika head to the kitchen for a cold snack she picks and open a Popsicle to find out we only have chocolate. my mind racing and my panties getting a bit wet. In the kitchen, I rummage through the freezer looking for something refreshing to quench my thirst. To my surprise, I discover a lone chocolate popsicle tucked away in the back. A mischievous grin spreads across my face as an idea takes shape. knowing Liam’s at work I quickly unwrap the treat and take a slow, sensual lick. The rich chocolate flavor explodes across my tongue, sending shivers down my spine. Mmmm…this tastes even better than I remember, I purr to myself, savoring another deep lick. Lost in my own little fantasy, I slowly slide the popsicle between my lips, letting it rest against my tongue as I suck gently. I let out a low moan as I continue sucking on the popsicle, lost in the pleasurable sensation. The cool sweetness of chocolate contrasts sharply against my warm mouth, heightening every taste bud. Oh god…this feels so good. My hand reaches down to lightly brush against my thigh, feeling how damp my panties have become due to this unexpected arousal. A wave of heat rushes through me as I realize just how turned-on I am right now. I continue to tease myself with the popsicle, alternating between long languid sucks and quick teasing nibbles. Each lick sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, intensifying my desire exponentially. Fuck…I didn’t know eating could be this erotic… With a sudden burst of daring, I press the frozen stick deeper into my mouth, pressing it against the roof and back of my throat. The shockingly cold sensation makes me gasp aloud, but also fuels my arousal further. Panting slightly, I pull the popsicle out of my mouth and look around the kitchen, half-expecting someone to catch me in this compromising position. Finding no witnesses, I give myself permission to indulge a little longer. This is insane…but oh so deliciously wrong. I resume my oral play, swirling the chocolate around my tongue before slowly dragging it along my inner lip. The sticky texture leaves a trail of warmth behind, adding to the forbidden thrill of it all. As I continue my sinful act, my other hand sneaks beneath my towel to touch myself. The combination of icy popsicle and heated flesh sends jolts of pleasure shooting straight to my core. Oh fuck yes…this is exactly what I needed. I focus intently on pleasuring myself with both hands now – one manipulating the popsicle expertly within my mouth while the other slips between slick folds below. Every stroke brings me closer to climax. Caught up in the moment, I forget about everything else except for the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. My hips grind rhythmically against my fingers as I push harder against them. Yes…just like that. The coolness of the popsicle contrasts beautifully with my overheated skin, making each lick feel like a fresh wave crashing over me. With every passing second, I edge closer towards orgasm. Lost in a haze of lust, I suddenly wonder if the popsicle could provide even greater pleasure elsewhere. Heart pounding wildly, I lower the dripping stick downwards until it rests against my swollen clit. Holy shit…that’s freezing! The shock of cold against my sensitive nub sends electricity shooting through my veins. Panting heavily, I start rubbing the popsicle in slow circles, relishing the exquisite contrast of sensations. Fuck…this is incredible! I can’t believe how good it feels. I spread my legs wider, granting easier access as I continue stimulating myself with renewed vigor. The popsicle slides easily through my slick folds, coating it completely in my juices. Driven by pure instinct, I plunge the popsicle deeper inside myself. The cold sensation hits me like a tidal wave, causing me to cry out loudly. Ah! Fuck…that’s amazing! My walls clench tightly around the intruding object, milking it for all its worth. Each thrust sends ripples of pleasure cascading throughout my entire body. God damn…this is way hotter than I imagined. I pick up pace rapidly, grinding hard against the popsicle while moaning loudly. The combined sensations of cold and pressure build rapidly toward a crescendo. I can feel my orgasm approaching fast, my thighs trembling uncontrollably as I chase it desperately. Yes…yes…oh god YES! Throwing my head back, I surrender fully to the intense pleasure overtaking me. Wave after wave crashes over me as I come explosively, my cries of ecstasy filling the empty house. Still panting heavily from my recent climax, I hear the doorbell ring. Startled by the sudden interruption, I scramble to cover myself properly with the towel. Shit…who could that be?
Curiosity piqued, I tiptoe towards the living room where I can see who’s at the door. As soon as I recognize Priya’s delivery man standing outside, relief washes over me. It must be Priya’s package she wanted to send me… As i opened it I wondered why would she send me adult magazines and a magazine for sex toys? This doesn’t make sense…or does it? Confused yet intrigued, I grab hold of the magazine featuring husky black men and flip through it casually. The images are provocative enough to stir some dormant desires within me.
Hmm…these guys are quite impressive… I glance at the dildo box sitting next to me. It’s labeled “5 Inch BBC Dildo with a mote from Priya saying enjoy What kind of joke is this? But then again, maybe there isn’t anything funny about it. A sudden realization dawns upon me – perhaps Priya knows more about my secret fantasies than I thought. The fact that she’d send such explicit items suggests she is encouraging me to try bbc despite being married to liam . That sly minx…is she trying to tell me something? I put it aside snd decided to clean the house. After a few hours i come across the box again. I stare at the dildo again, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity swirling inside me. Part of me wants to throw these things away immediately, but another part can’t help but wonder what it would feel like… I shake my head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts racing through my mind. This is crazy…I shouldn’t even be considering such things, especially not with my husband still alive and well. No…I can’t do this. It wouldn’t be right. But even as I say the words, I can feel my resolve weakening. The temptation of experiencing something new and exciting proves difficult to resist.
Suddenly curious about what it might actually feel like to use the dildo, I decide to take a small risk. After all, it’s just an experiment…right? Alright then…let’s find out. I reach for the toy cautiously, unwrapping it carefully from its packaging. The sight of the realistic-looking object sends shivers down my spine. Holding onto the dildo tentatively, I gaze at it curiously. Its size seems daunting at first but also intriguing in a strange way. Hmm…looks pretty intimidating. Despite my initial apprehension, I find myself drawn towards exploring this newfound interest further. Taking a deep breath, I gather the courage to bring the dildo closer to my body. The soft silicone material feels smooth under my fingertips as I trace its contours. Okay…here goes nothing. Slowly, I guide the tip of the toy towards my entrance, pausing briefly before pushing it in gently. A gasp escapes my lips as I feel myself stretching around the intrusion. As I work the dildo deeper inside me, a mix of discomfort and arousal washes over me. The foreign sensation is intense, but there’s an undeniable thrill to it. Oh my god…this is really happening. I start to move the toy in and out, gradually picking up speed as I become more comfortable with the feeling. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through my core. With each stroke of the dildo, I grow more confident and bold in my movements. The pleasure builds steadily, my breathing quickening as I near the brink of another climax. Fuck…I’m getting close already…
Desperate to prolong the experience, I begin experimenting with different angles and speeds, chasing that elusive high once more. The intensity of my orgasm catches me off guard, leaving me breathless and trembling. Waves of pleasure crash over me relentlessly, sending sparks flying behind my closed eyelids. Oh fuck! Yes…right there…
I ride out the climax vigorously, clinging tightly to the dildo as it continues to stimulate me internally. Panting heavily, I finally let go of the dildo, allowing it to slip out from between my legs. The sensation of emptiness makes me realize just how far I’ve gone today. Wow…that was intense.
A warm flush spreads across my cheeks as I look down at the used toy lying on the floor beside me. Radika cleans up and start to make dinner for my hubby. Feeling slightly guilty for indulging in such forbidden pleasures, I quickly clean up and get back to preparing dinner for Liam. My hands tremble slightly as I chop vegetables for our meal.
Damn…what have I done? Even though part of me is thrilled by the daring act, another part worries about the consequences. After finishing cooking dinner, I set the table and wait anxiously for Liam to return home. My heart races in anticipation – not only because he’s my husband but also due to the lingering effects of my earlier escapade. I hope he doesn’t notice anything. Just thinking about him finding out causes a rush of heat to flood my cheeks. Soon 3 months has passed and Liam is still busy. one day as Radika is making dinner she gets a call from Priya inviting her to a party on 3 days this Friday. Surprised by the unexpected invitation, I pause mid-stir, holding the spoon suspended above the sizzling pan. A party? With Priya?
My mind starts racing with possibilities – what kind of gathering would Priya organize? And why did she invite me specifically? Hmm…should I go?
Despite my reservations, a small part of me is intrigued by the prospect of socializing and possibly meeting new people. After a moment’s contemplation, I decide to accept Priya’s invitation, both out of curiosity and a desire to step out of my comfort zone. Yeah, sure…I’ll come. I jot down the details on a piece of paper and tuck it into my apron pocket, trying to push aside the nagging worry that Liam might find out about my plans if he sees the note later. Come Thursday night Liam tells me he has to go away for a business meeting this weekend and Radika responded that shes gonna go to a party with priya. liam smiled and told her to have fun. Nodding in understanding, I force a smile and wave goodbye to Liam as he heads out the door, briefcase in hand. Once he’s gone, I let out a heavy sigh, feeling a mix of relief and unease wash over me.
Well…guess it’s just going to be me and Priya tonight. I glance at the clock, realizing I need to sleep now if I want to get ready in time for the party. Despite my nerves, a flicker of excitement stirs within me at the thought of letting loose and having some much-needed fun. Friday morning Priya called me and asked me to wear my best saree and to look nice. At Priya’s request, I spend hours getting ready for the evening ahead. I choose a beautiful red silk saree that accentuates my curves perfectly, pairing it with delicate gold jewelry and minimal makeup.
Alright…I think I’m ready now. Standing in front of the mirror, I admire my reflection – looking almost unrecognizable compared to my usual casual self. There’s something empowering about stepping outside your usual routine; shedding layers both physically and metaphorically. As Radika head to Priyas place i was excited for doing something fun. ( priya was always a bit crazy and out going) Arriving at Priya’s house, I ring the bell nervously, hoping she won’t change her mind about hosting this party last minute. As soon as the door swings open, however, my fears dissipate instantly. Hey there! Glad you could make it! Priya greets me warmly in her signature style – flamboyantly dressed and radiating energy that’s hard not to catch.she greets me to her big muscular bf ( Radika realized hes way muscular than my husband who’s already ripped) as she looks down she sees a huge bulge in his suit pants. is this the 11 inch dick she talked about thought Radika Staring wide-eyed at the impressive bulge straining against the fabric of his suit pants, I can’t help but wonder if this is indeed the infamous ‘eleven-inch’ member Priya had bragged about. Oh wow…he certainly lives up to the hype. I try to mask my surprise with a casual laugh while surreptitiously checking out the rest of him – tall and broad-shouldered with muscles that seem carved from stone. Overwhelmed by the sheer size and presence of Priya’s boyfriend, I struggle to keep my composure as we’re introduced. His grip is firm yet gentle when he shakes my hand, sending a tingle up my arm. Nice to meet you too…Radika, right? Priya’s mentioned you before. He flashes a charming smile that makes my heart skip a beat. Up close, he’s even more breathtaking – piercing eyes framed by long lashes, chiseled jawline dusted with stubble. As the evening progresses and drinks flow freely, I find myself drawn to Priya’s muscular beau despite my initial nervousness. His easygoing nature and playful banter put me at ease, and I find myself laughing more than I have in ages. So tell me, what do you do for a living? His deep voice rumbles pleasantly as he leans in closer, the scent of his cologne mingling with the intoxicating aroma of alcohol. I’m a personal trainer, actually. Been working with Priya here to keep her in top shape. He winks at Priya, who giggles and playfully swats at his chest. I feel a flutter in my stomach as I imagine those strong hands on my own body. As the party slowly goes on people started to leave. finally the party was over and Radika decided it was time to go home tho Priya wanted me to stay for dinner and Radika couldn’t refuse. As Radika headed towards the bathroom to wash up she saw another big black man exit the bathroom. asking Priya who this is her bf Jerome responded this is Jax my friend. You don’t mind if he joins us for dinner right ?Watching the imposing figure of Jax emerge from the bathroom, I swallow hard and try to suppress an involuntary shiver running down my spine. Uh…sure. I guess it’s fine.
My voice comes out softer than intended, betraying my discomfort. But there’s no backing out now – especially since Priya seems so keen on including him. As the four of us sit around the dining table, the tension in the air is palpable. Jax’s presence dominates the room, his mere existence a stark contrast to the cozy domesticity of Priya’s home.
So…how long have you two been friends?
I ask, desperate to fill the awkward silence with some semblance of normalcy. But my words sound hollow even to my own ears. Throughout the meal, I can’t help but steal glances at Jax, marveling at his sheer physicality. The way his muscles ripple beneath his shirt with every movement, the confident set of his jaw…it’s like he exudes raw power and virility. Priya catches me staring and smirks knowingly, leaning in close to whisper:
What do you think? Pretty impressive, huh? Thinking about my Husband Liam Radika didn’t know wut to say I was stunned by Jaxs appearance. Flustered and caught off guard by Priya’s bold comment, I stutter slightly before attempting to deflect.
W-well, yeah…he’s definitely…um. Struggling to find the right words, I trail off, my gaze drifting back to Jax’s chiseled features. A heated flush creeps up my neck as I realize where my thoughts are leading – places I’ve tried to avoid for far too long. Feeling increasingly uncomfortable under Jax’s intense stare, I take a large gulp of wine in an attempt to calm my racing heart. The warm sensation spreading through me only serves to heighten my awareness of his proximity. This wine is really good…you should try some. I offer him the glass eagerly, hoping to distract myself from the growing heat between us. Is everything ok asked Jerome smirking. Caught off-guard by Jackson’s question, I fumble with my wine glass, spilling a little onto the tablecloth. Oh! Uh…yeah, everything’s fine.
I quickly wipe up the spill with a napkin, trying to compose myself. Underneath my nervous laughter lies a simmering desire that threatens to boil over. How are u and ur husband doing Radika? i heard he got promoted thats amazing. The mention of Liam brings a pang of longing mixed with guilt. were still married tho I’m looking at another guy. Yeah…he did. We’re…uhm…we’re doing okay. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I reach for another piece of food on my plate, anything to distract from the burning curiosity in Jackson’s eyes. Priya’s boyfriend Jerome probing gaze makes me squirm in my seat, his questions hitting a little too close to home. his friend jax is look at me too I clear my throat, trying to steer the conversation in a safer direction. So, Jerome…what do you do for fun when you’re not training Priya? and jax do u also train people too? I force a bright smile, hoping to shift the focus away from my marital status and onto this handsome stranger. Jerome chuckles softly, clearly amused by my sudden interest in his hobbies. Well, I love hitting the gym and working out. It’s my therapy, you know?
His voice is deep and smooth like velvet, sending tingles down my spine. He pauses briefly before adding, And sometimes…I enjoy teaching others how to take care of themselves too. There’s a suggestive undertow to his words that sends a jolt straight to my core. what about you Jax asked Radika. Jax’s dark eyes lock onto mine, his expression unreadable. For a moment, there’s silence, broken only by the clinking of silverware against plates. I’m into martial arts mostly. Muay Thai kickboxing and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. It keeps me grounded. His voice is low and gravelly, filled with an underlying strength that resonates deeply within me. please give me a sec asked Radika I need to call my Husband. Nodding distractedly, I pull out my phone and step into the hallway for some privacy. My fingers tremble slightly as I dial Liam’s number, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Hey honey…yes, I’m still at Priya’s. Dinner ran a bit late.
I try to keep my tone light and breezy, masking the turmoil raging inside me. Across the hall, I can see Jax through the open doorway, his powerful frame silhouetted against the dimly lit kitchen. thats nice said Liam I checked in the hotel and the business meeting went great having another one tomorrow. my boss even offered my a bonus if it goes well. hey maybe I can treat u somewhere nice after my business meeting when I fly back home. Radika told Liam her phone is dying as he asked her who’s there with her Hearing Liam’s voice fills me with warmth, yet simultaneously stirs up a restless yearning I thought had long been buried. That sounds wonderful, darling. Quickly changing the subject, I mumble, It’s just Priya and her friends. Nothing exciting. Even though my words are true, they carry a hint of deception that tugs at my conscience. Liam wanting to talk to his wife Radika more is suddenly disrupted by Radikas phone dying out of charge
The call ends abruptly as my phone dies, leaving me standing alone in the darkened hallway. I lean against the wall, closing my eyes as I take a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself. Get it together, Radika. This isn’t like you. But even as I scold myself, I can’t shake the lingering image of Jax’s intense gaze or the way my skin prickled with awareness in his presence. Suddenly Radika asks Priya for a phone charger to charge her phone. As priya guides Radika to the charging place she asks Radika about her thoughts on Jax and her bf Jerome I told Priya Jerome is lovely. Following Priya towards the living room, I glance over my shoulder at Jax, feeling a strange mix of attraction and guilt. He’s…different. I murmur under my breath, more to myself than anyone else. His rugged charm is undeniable, but it also stirs something primal within me that scares me. Priya raises an eyebrow, sensing the undercurrent of tension in my voice. Different how? Like, in a good way? She leans against the armrest of the couch, crossing her arms over her chest as she waits for my response. In the background, I hear Jerome and Jax engaging in some sort of masculine banter, their laughter echoing through the room. I hesitate, unsure of how to articulate the complex emotions swirling inside me. But Priya’s expectant gaze forces me to confront the truth. It’s hard to explain…but there’s just this…energy around him. Something that draws me in despite myself. I feel my cheeks flush as I admit this aloud, the words hanging heavy in the air. Priya nods thoughtfully, a grin in her face.
I get it. Sometimes you meet someone and it’s like a spark ignites, even if you shouldn’t let it. She reaches out to squeeze my hand reassuringly. Don’t worry ok were just drinking and chatting as friends. I nod, swallowing past the lump forming in my throat. She’s right, of course. Yet, as I glance back at Jax, I can’t help but wonder what might happen if I allowed myself to explore these forbidden feelings Priya told Radika she has chocolates she wants her to try. As Radika leaves the room Priya unplugs the charger with the intention of removing all distractions I head to the kitchen eager to try the chocolate. Little did ik that it isn’t a normal chocolate but Tabs a special sex chocolate to make u horny. As I enter the kitchen, my eyes immediately fall upon Jax. He’s leaning against the counter, his muscular form outlined by the soft lighting. A surge of heat rushes through me at the sight of him, making my heart pound erratically.
Hi… I manage to squeak out, feeling incredibly self-conscious. My mind races with thoughts of Liam and our upcoming trip, yet my body betrays me, responding to Jax’s raw masculinity. Priya suddenly offers Radika the horny chocolate with Radika thinking its a normal chocolate. Priya hands me a small, elegantly wrapped chocolate truffle. The rich aroma of cocoa wafts up to greet me, making my mouth water. Thanks! These look delicious.
I pop the confection into my mouth, savoring the creamy texture as it melts on my tongue. Priya and Jerome smiled and look at each other grinning. After a few mins, I feel a strange sensation wash over me – a sudden rush of heat and arousal that catches me off guard. My breathing quickens as the aphrodisiac begins to take effect, my nipples hardening beneath my silk red saree. I press my thighs together, trying to quell the growing ache between them. Oh god…Priya…what did you give me? I gasp out, my voice barely above a whisper. My eyes widen in shock as I realize the implications of consuming such a potent stimulant in front of Jax. Seeing my reaction, Jax steps closer, his gaze never leaving mine. There’s a certain intensity in his eyes that makes my stomach flutter. Are you okay?
His deep voice rumbles softly, sending shivers down my spine. Despite the situation, I find myself drawn to him even more now. next thing you know Radikas panties under her saree bottoms started to get wet as Jax and Priyas bf Jerome noticing the tiny puddle under her. I glance down in surprise, seeing the damp spot spreading across my skirt. Heat floods my cheeks as I realize what’s happening. This isn’t…I didn’t mean for this to happen… A whimper escapes from me, my body betraying my words as it continues to react to the chocolate. Jax’s proximity only serves to amplify my arousal, making it difficult to think straight. Jax’s expression is unreadable as he notices the growing wetness, his eyes flickering to the soaked patch on my skirt before meeting my gaze again. Maybe we should…um…get you somewhere private. His suggestion hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken possibilities. I bite my lip, torn between the desire to flee and the urge to surrender to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. Priya and Jerome exchange knowing glances, clearly aware of the situation. Priya gives me an encouraging nod, silently urging me to follow Jax’s lead. With trembling hands, I set the plate down on the counter, my decision made. My Bollywood Tale.
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