The master bedroom was heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and Rajesh’s cologne. Rajesh Sharma lay sprawled naked on his back across the king-sized bed, chest rising and falling in deep, satisfied sleep. His thick cock, still glistening with Priya’s juices and his own cum, rested soft against his thigh. A thin sheen of sweat covered his broad chest, and a faint red scratch mark from Priya’s nails glowed on his shoulder — the only evidence of the hard, rough fucking he had just given his wife.

Priya lay beside him for a long moment, naked and sticky, her heavy breasts rising and falling, her shaved pussy still leaking a slow trickle of her husband’s cum down her inner thigh. Her body ached in the best and worst ways — Rajesh had been rough, possessive, claiming what was his after weeks away. But it wasn’t enough. It never was anymore.