**Title: Forbidden Heat**

Nandini had always been off-limits—married to my best friend, Rahul. But the way her sari hugged her curves, the way her dark eyes lingered on mine just a second too long whenever we were alone—it was torture. Tonight, though, everything changed. Rahul was out of town, and Nandini had invited me over for drinks under the pretense of needing help with a broken shelf. The second I walked into her apartment, I knew she had other plans.

She was wearing a tight red blouse, the kind that showed just a teasing hint of cleavage when she leaned forward to pour me a drink. Her lips were glossy, her cheeks flushed even though the night was cool. *Fuck.* She was breathtaking.

“Manik,” she murmured, her voice low and thick with something dangerous, “I’ve been thinking about you.”

My dick twitched in my jeans at the confession. She *knew* what she was doing. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and pulled her against me, my hands gripping her waist. “You shouldn’t say shit like that,” I growled, but she just smirked, pressing her body against mine.

“Or what?” she challenged, arching against me so I could feel her soft tits through her blouse.

That was all the permission I needed. I crashed my mouth onto hers, biting at her bottom lip until she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her tongue slid against mine, hot and desperate, and I groaned into the kiss, my hands roaming down to squeeze her ass. She was so fucking soft, so *warm* beneath my fingers.

“Bedroom,” she panted, breaking away just long enough to tug me down the hallway.

The second we were inside, I shoved her onto the bed and stripped her blouse off, revealing her perfect round tits, her nipples already hard and begging for my mouth. I sucked one into my mouth, rolling the stiff peak between my teeth as she arched off the bed with a cry. “Fuck, Manik—*yes*!”

I moved lower, yanking her skirt up and groaning at the sight of her bare pussy—no panties. “You *planned* this,” I accused, spreading her thighs and running my fingers through her slick folds. She was soaked, her cunt glistening, her clit swollen under my thumb.

“Please,” she begged, grinding against my hand. “Need your mouth on me.”

I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face between her legs, licking her pussy like I was starving for it. The taste of her—sweet and musky—made my cock throb. I sucked her clit hard, fucking two fingers into her tight hole as she writhed beneath me.

“Fuck, fuck, *fuck*!” she screamed, her thighs clenching around my head as she came hard, her cunt pulsing around my fingers.

I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before shoving my jeans down. My cock sprang free, thick and aching. “Ride me,” I demanded, leaning back against the pillows.

Nandini didn’t waste time. She climbed onto my lap, sinking down onto my dick with a choked moan, her pussy so tight and wet I almost came on the spot.

“*God*, you feel good,” I groaned, gripping her hips as she rolled her body against mine, her tits bouncing with every movement.

“You like fucking Rahul’s wife?” she whispered, biting her lip as she ground down harder.

The dirty talk sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock. “Fuck yeah,” I growled, flipping her onto her back and driving into her deeper. “You love it too, don’t you? Taking my cock behind his back?”

She screamed my name as I pounded into her, her nails raking down my back. I could feel her walls clenching, her pussy squeezing me like a fucking vice. “Gonna cum,” she gasped, her body trembling beneath me.

“Me too,” I groaned, slamming into her one last time before my orgasm ripped through me, filling her up as she cried out under me, her own climax milking every last drop from my cock.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, my dick still buried inside her as we caught our breath.

“Fuck,” she murmured after a long moment, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest. “We shouldn’t—”

“Shut up,” I cut her off, rolling her onto her side and pulling her back against me. “We’re doing this again.”

And I knew we would.