**Wild Night with Nandini**

It had been a long fucking week. Work was a nightmare, and by the time Friday rolled around, all I wanted was to disappear into my wife’s body and forget everything else. Nandini knew it too—I could see it in the way her dark eyes flickered over me when I finally walked through the door, her lips curling into that slow, knowing smile.

“Rough day?” she asked, stepping close, her fingers already tugging at my tie.

“You have no idea,” I groaned, my hands finding her hips, pulling her flush against me. She was still in her work clothes—that tight blouse that barely contained her tits, the skirt that hugged her perfect ass.

“I think I can guess,” she murmured, her breath hot against my neck. “Tell me, Manik… what do you want?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I spun her around, pushing her against the wall, my mouth crashing down on hers. She moaned into the kiss, her tongue tangling with mine, her body pressing back against me. My cock was already hard, straining against my pants, and when I ground my hips into her, she gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair.

“Fuck,” she breathed, breaking the kiss. “You’re not wasting any time.”

“Not tonight,” I growled, sliding my hands under her skirt, palming her ass. She wasn’t wearing panties—of course she wasn’t.

“Naughty fucking girl,” I muttered, slipping a finger between her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy slick and warm against my fingertips.

Nandini bit her lip, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I figured you’d want easy access.”

I didn’t bother moving to the bedroom. I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carried her to the couch, dropping her onto the cushions. She yelped, laughing as I yanked her skirt up higher, exposing her completely. Her pussy was glistening, her clit swollen and begging for attention.

I didn’t make her wait. I dropped to my knees between her thighs and buried my face between her legs.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out, her back arching as my tongue licked a slow, wet stripe up her slit. She tasted incredible—sweet and musky, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

I circled her clit with my tongue, teasing her, flicking it just hard enough to make her moan. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her hips bucking up against my mouth.

“More,” she whimpered, grinding against me.

I shoved two fingers inside her, curling them just right, fucking her deep as I sucked her clit between my lips. She was sopping wet, her walls clenching around my fingers, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“I’m gonna—” she started, but the sentence dissolved into a high-pitched cry as she came, her thighs trembling around my head, her juices soaking my mouth.

I didn’t stop. I kept lapping at her, fucking her with my fingers until she was squirming, overstimulated and panting.

“Enough,” she gasped, tugging at my hair. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I stood, fumbling with my belt, my cock throbbing. She wasted no time—her hands were on me, shoving my pants down, her fingers wrapping around my shaft.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” she murmured, stroking me, her thumb swiping over the head, smearing precum.

“You did that,” I growled, pushing her back onto the couch.

I lined myself up and thrust into her in one hard stroke, burying my cock to the hilt. Nandini gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as her body stretched to take me.

“So fucking tight,” I groaned, pulling back only to slam into her again.

She matched my rhythm, her hips meeting mine, her pussy squeezing me like a vise. The sounds were filthy—wet skin slapping together, her moans, my ragged breathing.

“Harder,” she panted, arching her back. “Fuck me harder, Manik.”

I gripped her hips, pounding into her, my cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside her that made her eyes roll back.

“You feel that?” I grunted. “That’s how much I fucking need you.”

She came again with a scream, her walls clamping down on me, her pussy fluttering around my cock. The heat of her orgasm pushed me over the edge—I buried myself deep, my release surging into her, my hips jerking as I emptied every drop.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting, sweat-slick and completely wrecked.

Nandini brushed a hand through my hair, chuckling breathlessly. “Not a bad way to end the week.”

“Fuck no,” I muttered against her skin. “And we’re just getting started.”