Sandhya – A visit to Prem’s house

Sandhya - A visit to Prem's house
I, Sandhya (36, Fe), arrived at Prem’s place. My heart was racing with anticipation. It was a hot July Thursday. I knew Prem’s wife was out for the day, leaving us with the entire house to ourselves. I rang the doorbell, feeling my stomach flip with excitement and nerves. Prem answered the door, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. He knew why I was here, and the thought of what was about to unfold made my pussy wet. “Come in, Sandhya,” he said, his voice deep and inviting. I stepped inside, the cool air of the house washing over me, offering respite from the scorching Abu Dhabi sun. Prem closed the door behind me, the click of the lock turning me on immensely. I knew we were alone and free to indulge in our forbidden desires. I followed Prem down the hallway, taking in the familiar surroundings. Pictures of him and his wife adorned the walls. I felt a twist of excitement in my core as I imagined her finding out about our affair. Prem led me to the bedroom, and I bit my lip, already knowing what he had in store for me. On the bed was a dress, a red silk number with a plunging neckline and a thigh-high slit. It was familiar, and then it hit me—it belonged to his wife. My pussy throbbed at the thought of wearing it, of becoming her in Prem’s eyes, if only for a moment. “Put it on,” Prem whispered, his breath tickling my ear. “I want to see you in her clothes.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickly shed my attire, my heart pounding as I imagined Prem’s wife undressing in this very room. The dress slid over my body, hugging my curves perfectly. It was a bit tight, accentuating my full breasts and narrow waist. I slipped on the matching red lace underwear, the fabric soft against my smooth skin. “Turn around,” Prem said, his voice hoarse with desire. I did as he asked, feeling his eyes on me as I posed in his wife’s clothes. I caught sight of our reflection in the mirror—I dressed as her. Prem’s eyes were hungry, his cock straining against his pants. “You look exquisite,” he breathed, stepping closer. He reached out, tracing the curve of my hip with his palm. “But something is missing.” Before I could ask what it was, he disappeared into the wardrobe, emerging with a jewellery box. He opened it to reveal a stunning diamond necklace and matching earrings. Prem’s wife’s jewellery. “She won’t mind, will she?” I asked, my voice laced with faux innocence. Prem shook his head, a devilish smile playing on his lips. “Not at all. She’ll be none the wiser.” I smiled at his words, a shiver running down my spine as he fastened the necklace around my neck. The cold diamonds contrasted with my heated skin, sending goosebumps up my arms. Prem stepped back to admire his handiwork. His eyes roamed over my body, now adorned in his wife’s clothes and jewellery. “Perfect,” he murmured, his gaze intense. Without warning, he pulled me into his arms, crushing his lips against mine. I moaned into the kiss. My hands tangled in his hair as his tongue danced with mine. He tasted of mint and desire, and I felt my core clench with need. Prem broke the kiss, trailing hot kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tilted my head back, exposing my throat. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs grazing my hardening nipples. “Your wife’s dress feels amazing against my skin, Prem,” I whispered, grinding my hips against his, feeling his cock respond to my movements. “But I’d much rather be naked, don’t you think?” Prem growled his agreement, his hands already working to remove the dress, revealing my lace-covered breasts. With haste, he undid my bra, freeing my plump mounds. His mouth immediately latched onto one taut peak as his hands caressed the other. His skilled tongue and teeth drove me wild, making my knees weak as pleasure coursed through me. I reached for his pants, eager to release the hard length of him. I unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. He pushed them down, along with his boxers, freeing his thick, rigid cock. It sprang forth, demanding attention. I wasted no time in wrapping my hand around it, stroking him slowly as I admired his length. Prem tugged at my panties, sliding them down my thighs, his fingers brushing my wet folds, making me gasp. I stepped out of the silken garment, now completely bare before him. He led me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re so beautiful, Sandhya,” he rasped, positioning himself between my thighs. “I’ve thought about this moment so many times.” “Me too,” I confessed, my voice breathy as I gazed up at him, the husband of my friend, about to take me in a way his wife never could. With a hungry growl, Prem entered me in one smooth thrust, filling me. I cried out at the sensation, my back arching as he buried himself deep. He began to move, his hips snapping as he set a relentless pace. His cock reaching parts of me that had laid untouched for so long. “Oh, fuck, Sandhya,” Prem groaned, his eyes screwed shut as he pummeled into me. “You feel incredible.” I whimpered and clawed at his back, urging him on as he hit all the right spots. My juices flowed freely, coating his shaft with my essence as he pumped in and out of me. Prem reached between us, his fingers finding my swollen clit, rubbing it in circles as he thrust. I cried out, my breath coming in sharp gasps as my orgasm built. “That’s it, baby, come for me,” he grunted, his release looming. The feel of his cock pulsating inside me, along with his relentless thumb action, sent me careening over the edge. “Prem! Oh, god, I’m—” My words dissolved into a cry of pleasure as my orgasm ripped through me, my walls clenching around his shaft. Prem joined me in ecstasy, his throaty groan filling the room as he spilt himself deep within me.

We lay intertwined, our hearts pounding, our breath mingling. I ran my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, basking in the afterglow of our passion. Prem kissed my shoulder. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he recovered from his release. Suddenly, the buzzing of my phone disrupted the tranquil moment. With a hesitant movement, I reached for it, seeing my husband’s name flash across the screen. Guilt twisted in my stomach as I answered, knowing what I had just done. “Hello?” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “Hey, honey,” my husband’s voice came through the line. “How’s your day going?” As I engaged in small talk with my husband, Prem began to move again, his cock, still hard inside me, starting to thrust gently. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he filled me once more, my body responding instantly to his invasion. My husband’s voice droned on in the background. Prem’s fingers found my ass, teasing the tight hole as he continued to piston in and out of my dripping pussy. “Uh-huh, that sounds great,” I managed to respond to my husband. My attention was wholly focused on Prem’s movements. Prem’s fingers circled my tight bud, applying gentle pressure as he began to stroke my G-spot with his thick cock. I dug my nails into his shoulders, my breath quickening as another orgasm started to build. My husband’s voice sounded distant as my body readied itself for another climax. “I love you, honey,” my husband said, his words jolting me back to reality for a moment. “Love you too,” I replied, my voice strained as Prem picked up the pace. His finger pushing insistently at my rosebud, seeking entry. With a swift motion, Prem’s finger breached my tight entrance, causing me to cry out into the phone. “Are you okay?” my husband asked, concern lacing his voice. “Y-yes,” I stammered, my face flushing with guilt and pleasure. “Just, um, some noise from outside.” Prem chuckled darkly, understanding my predicament. He withdrew his finger from my ass, only to replace it with his thumb, pushing deep. He mercilessly worked my most sensitive spots. “You feel so good, Sandhya,” he growled, his hips slapping against my ass as he pounded into me. My husband’s voice became an indistinct buzz in my ear as Prem pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My body tingled with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. “Oh, god, Prem, I’m going to—” I broke off with a shout as my orgasm crashed over me. My body convulsed with the force of it. Prem followed, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside me once again. After a few moments, my breathing returned to normal. I carefully ended the call with my husband, feeling a mixture of shame and excitement. I turned to Prem, who was grinning at me. “That was a close one,” he said, stroking my hair. I nodded, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through me. “It certainly added a thrill, knowing my husband was on the phone while you fucked me senseless.” Prem chuckled, kissing me softly. “We should do this again soon, but for now, we should probably get dressed.” I sighed, knowing he was right. Reluctantly, I slipped out of his wife’s dress and jewellery, the scent of our passion lingering on my skin. We got dressed in silence, the events of the afternoon playing through my mind. As I prepared to leave, Prem stopped me, his hand on my arm. “Sandhya, this stays between us, right?” I smiled at him, my heart fluttering. “Of course. Our little secret.” With a final, longing look, I walked out of Prem’s house, my mind already spinning with thoughts of our next encounter. The risk, the passion, and the forbidden nature of our affair had me hooked, and I knew I’d be back for more. Much more.