The Binding String

N I N T Y

Aaja piya
Tohe pyar doon...
Gori baiyaan
Tope vaar doon.

She sang along the song playing on the speaker, swaying along the beats, enjoying her own company. Her damp hairs were open and stuck on her back as she started to apply moisturizer on her legs. The lacy red bra snuck around her breast, shaping them well were barely holding her breast and giving inviting cleavage. The cherry red lingerie was going well with her flawless skin paired with thong. It had a robe made with same fabric, ending upon her knees. She bit her lips imagining her husband's reaction, and the mere thought of his hungry eyes feasting her body sent aderline in her veins and she felt a pool of wetness between her thighs. The thought of sharing sexual intimacy with him always leaves her high and dry, she rubbed her cheeks and pressed her thighs feeling the wetness on her panties.

Don't know what he will do if he sees me. Ishita tightened the robe around her body and started to arrange the remaining stuffs when a figure reflecting caught her attention. The packets she was holding almost slipped out from her hands making her gasp.

"Aap!!"

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Raman never imagined to get welcome in something he only dreamt, his wife dressed in an exotic lingerie set, dancing infront of mirror like a carefree girl. Her hairs were wet, stuck on her back, leaving her creamy back bare for his eyes. The water droplets were glistening from her hairs, ended up disappearing somewhere around her butts. He dropped his blazer and uncuffed his cufflinks enjoying her show, a mad part of him wanted to grab her creamy waist and pin her down but another part of him wanted to drink her beauty, her carefree self. The regular yogasan practice left a huge difference on her body, she lost considerable fat around her lower stomach and arms. She is been never had a hourglass figure and he is glad if the same, the way she sway while walking is enough arousing for him. He felt his pants tightening and throat going dry. He racked his fingers through his hairs but he wanted her to notice his presence. He tiptoed and leaned against the door frame waiting for her to notice him.

Aaja Piya
tohe pyar doon
Gori baiyaa
tope vaar doon..

Bas ek baar mujhe dekh le madrasan, phir dekhna main tum pe kaise pyar ki barish karta hoon.

Raman mumbled sliding his hands in his trousers pockets, with each passing second she was playing with his nerves, testing his patience. He undid the cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves, his veins popped as he continued to walk towards her, like a predator is going to attack his prey. He was waiting for her to look at him once, he wanted to know if she would be able to face him up boldly or will she shy away? Will she snake her arms around his neck or hide behind the curtains. Will she unrobe herself for his eyes or he have to do it by his own. He picked this particular red lingerie from Dolce & Gabbana from Kuala Lumpur from his last trip, and kept hidden from he uncertain about their future. Thankfully she discovered it on her own and now watching her half naked is a treat for his eyes.

"Aap!!"

Her sweet voice caught his attention, he bit his lips as her eyes turned wide as soccer finding him unexpectedly. The packets she was holding slipped away from her hands, the only sound could be heard was the packets kissing the floor, the crumbled sounds of paper bags. Her one leg accidently fell upon the paper bag and she lost herself in his arms. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, a series of goosebumps erupted on her skin with the intimacy. Ishita felt like she lost courage to look back into his eyes and she hugged him tightly to savour his touch. Her fingers glided upon his crisp white shirt, his chiseled chest peeping through the front button openings, her lips accidently touched his skin making his hold tightened around her waist.