It was a lazy, sweltering summer Saturday afternoon in a small city in India. Two young doctors, lay entwined on a large bed in an empty house. The faint din of kitchen commotion of the neighbor's house wafted up through the windows mixing with the delicious smell of sex, want and lust.
"Hey, I am sorry to do this but I just cannot resist any longer" He leaned in, breath smelling of whiskey and cigarettes, eyes wild with passion.
She is taken aback as he presses his full lips to hers, engulfing them.
She bites back in appreciative reciprocation for that, to her is pleasure. Pain is pleasure.
Her hands moved first, going to his broad shoulders, pulling him closer against her, drawing in his raw masculine scent. She felt his wandering hands on her hips, bringing her lower body to him as well. A guilty moan escapes his lips as he experiences throes of pleasure as she wraps her legs firmly around him feeling his male hardness against her the gentle curves of her stomach.
They move in rhythmic motion, enjoying the friction in between them, although eager to lose the cloth that separated them.
Her nipples were already hard and she moaned into his mouth as their kiss grew hotter and more generous. Wet, just the way she liked it, tongues and lips dancing to a tune of their own. His hands roved over her hips, derriere, along her backbone, over her rump again.
A dirty roll on the bed ensues she lays atop him.
"His favourite position" he exclaims.
He snaps her bra off under her dress. His roaming hands again found his way to her rear, groping and kneading.
'Hey, where did you learn to do that?' She giggles.
"I am 33 and married" he breathes in between kisses.
"Oh yes. you are married! should we do this? are you sure about this?"
"I haven't wanted anything more in life" he makes his way to her neck.
