The air at Manshalu Lodge was thick with the scent of old wood and monsoon dampness, the same way it had been years ago when Tumli and I’d first fucked within these very walls. Now, she stood before me in a cream-colored saree, the delicate fabric clinging to every curve of her voluptuous body. The blouse beneath was cut dangerously low, her full, heavy breasts threatening to spill over the top, the deep cleavage glistening with a sheen of sweat. That mole on her right cheek—the one I used to trace with my tongue—stood out like a sinful invitation.
Her hips flared wide, the saree draped tightly over the swell of her ass, the fabric whispering against her thick thighs with every step. She was a goddess of temptation, her body ripe and aching for me, just like old times.
The moment the door clicked shut behind us, nostalgia and lust crashed over me like a wave. Tumli turned, her dark eyes burning with hunger, her lips parting in a breathy sigh.
“Do you remember?” she murmured, stepping closer, her fingers trailing up my chest. “Right here… this was where you first made me yours.”
I grabbed her waist, pulling her against me, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric. “I remember how tight you were,” I growled, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing hard. “How you screamed when I stretched that virgin pussy open.”
She moaned, her hips grinding against mine, her arousal already soaking through her petticoat. “I still scream for you,” she whispered, her voice dripping with need. “No one fucks me like you do.”
Our lips crashed together, tongues tangling in a fierce, wet kiss. She melted into me, her body pliant and desperate, her fingers clawing at my shirt, tearing it open. I yanked the pallu of her saree free, the fabric pooling at her feet as I devoured her neck, biting down on the sensitive skin just to hear her gasp.
“Fuck, I missed this,” she panted, her hands fumbling with my belt. “Missed your hands on me… your cock in me…”
I spun her around, pressing her against the wall, my hands roaming over her body—cupping her heavy tits, pinching her nipples through the thin blouse until they pebbled into hard peaks. She whined, arching into my touch, her ass pushing back against my hardening length.
“Take it off,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Let me see what he gets to touch every night.”
With trembling fingers, she unhooked her blouse, letting it slide down her arms, revealing her bare, round breasts—full, heavy, the dark nipples already stiff with arousal. My mouth watered. I palmed them roughly, squeezing, kneading, before lowering my head to suck one deep into my mouth.
“Ah! Yes—just like that,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I bit down lightly, making her cry out, then switched to the other, lavishing it with the same rough attention. My hand slid down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her petticoat, finding her bare, drenched pussy.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” I snarled, thrusting two fingers inside without warning.
She jerked against me, her walls clamping down tight. “Yesss—oh God—just like that!”
I finger-fucked her hard, my thumb grinding against her swollen clit as she writhed, her juices coating my fingers. “You think about this when you’re with him?” I growled.
She whimpered, her hips rocking against my hand. “All the time—fuck—I can’t help it!”
I pulled my fingers free, bringing them to her lips. “Taste yourself.”
Her tongue darted out, licking her own slick from my fingers, her eyes locked on mine with sinful hunger. I undid my pants, freeing my cock, thick and throbbing, slapping it against her cheek.
“Open,” I commanded.
She obeyed instantly, taking me deep into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth. I groaned, gripping her hair, fucking her face with slow, deep thrusts. Her throat relaxed, taking me all the way, her tongue swirling around the head every time I pulled back.
“Such a good little cocksucker,” I praised, watching her lips glisten with spit. “Does he get this?”
She pulled off with a wet pop, panting. “No—only you—only you make me this slutty.”
I dragged her up, spinning her around and bending her over the bed, yanking her petticoat down to expose her bare ass. My hand came down hard—SMACK—the sharp sound echoing through the room as she yelped, her skin flushing red.
“Again!” she begged, pushing her ass back.
I spanked her twice more, leaving her cheeks stinging, before spreading her open, my cock nudging against her dripping entrance.
“Tell me,” I demanded, gripping her hips. “Tell me how he fucks you.”
She shuddered, her voice breathless. “Last night… he pinned me down… fucked me like an animal—oh God—just like you used to.”
My cock twitched, anger and lust surging through me. “Did you come for him?” I growled.
“Y-yes,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I came so hard… but I—ah!—I thought of you the whole time.”
I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, her tight cunt stretching around me, her walls fluttering in protest before greedily sucking me deeper.
“FUCK!” she screamed, her nails digging into the sheets.
I pulled out almost all the way before driving back in, setting a punishing pace, my balls slapping against her clit with every snap of my hips. “You like his cock?” I snarled, gripping her hair, yanking her head back.
“N-not like yours!” she sobbed, her body shaking. “Yours is thicker—ah!—fills me so much better!”
I fucked her harder, the bed creaking beneath us, her tits bouncing wildly with every thrust. “Call him.”
She whimpered but reached for her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed. The moment her husband’s voice came through—”Hello, Jaan?”—I bottomed out inside her, making her gasp.
“H-hi, baby,” she managed, her voice strained as I rolled my hips, grinding deep.
“You sound… breathless,” he said, oblivious.
I pulled out slowly, then rammed back in, making her choke back a moan. “J-just… getting ready,” she lied, her thighs quivering.
“I miss you,” he murmured.
I leaned down, biting her shoulder as I pistoned into her, my cock throbbing. “Tell him you miss him too,” I whispered darkly.
She obeyed, her voice breaking. “I… I miss you too—oh!”
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern creeping into his tone.
I reached around, pinching her clit hard, making her jerk. “Y-yes!” she squeaked. “Just… stubbed my toe!”
I fucked her faster, my thrusts turning erratic, her pussy squeezing me like a vice. “Hang up,” I ordered.
She barely managed a goodbye before tossing the phone aside, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. “I’m—I’m cumming!” she wailed, her walls milking my cock.
I pulled out, flipping her onto her back, dragging her to the edge of the bed. “Wrap those tits around me,” I demanded.
She obeyed, pressing her heavy breasts together, her nipples stiff and begging for attention. I slid my cock between them, fucking her cleavage, her spit and my precum making the glide slick and filthy.
“You love this, don’t you?” I growled, watching her lick her lips. “Love being my little slut while you’re his wife?”
“Yes!” she cried, her hands squeezing her tits tighter. “*I’m yours—always yours!”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled her up, crushing my lips to hers as I slammed back into her pussy, fucking her through her second orgasm, my own release building fast.
“Where do you want it?” I snarled.
“Inside!” she begged. “Fill me up—claim me!”
With a roar, I came, pumping my seed deep into her womb, my cock pulsing as she milked every last drop.
We collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and spent, her body still trembling beneath me. I pulled her close, my hand lazily tracing circles on her reddened ass.
She nuzzled against my chest, her voice soft but smug. “He’s going to fuck me again tonight… and I’ll still be full of you.”
I smirked, kissing her forehead. “Good.”
Because no matter whose ring she wore, her pussy would always be mine.
