Kadhai Paneer - an Indian erotic short story

A quickie to remember

A modern Indian erotic short story 💄

I tried my best to focus on the Kadhai Paneer bubbling in front of me. My husband, Ravi was due home any minute and I wanted to be free from all my chores before that.

Ravi and I would have barely half an hour together before my mother-in-law returned from her evening walk. He had already messaged that he was on his way home from the airport. As much as I would have loved to spend the entire evening in my husband’s arms, we had missed each other like crazy over the last month he was travelling, so today we would have to be fast. 

Just as my right wrist turned the stove’s knob off, the door bell rang. My excitement transformed into a giggle, I pranced towards the door to open it. Ravi’s scent filled my nostrils even before I had finished opening it all the way. He reduced the distance between our fast-beating hearts in a second by entering home. He closed the door with the help of my back pressed against it, my fingers fighting to find the bolt and feel Ravi all over at the same time.

If Pushpa aunty, our nosy neighbour, had her ear pressed against the door from the outside, she would be sure to hear heavy panting as Ravi began petting me heavily. Alas, to her luck, she was out of station visiting her daughter and would definitely miss a good show.

My bangles clinked and clanked against each other as I buried my fingers into his thick hair, pulling his face close to mine. Kisses that could not wait for another moment were showered all over my face. Ravi covered my mouth with his, kissing me roughly, licking away any trace of the faint pink lipstick I wore earlier. His tongue entered my mouth urgently.. My soft moans encouraged Ravi to continue kissing. 

Finally, when we came up for air, he noticed my lips were red and swollen. He took a second to look at me and smile. I met his gaze with half-closed eyes, now brimming with passion.

"Kritiiii…"

"Raviii…" saying this, I buried my head into his shoulder, blushing.

Ravi laughed and carried me into the bedroom.

I was already stripping my saree as fast as I could, continuing to kiss Ravi. He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his jeans to the floor faster than me and began helping me too! 

Turning my back against him, he squeezed my stomach tightly with his left hand, his right palm massaging my breasts over my blouse. My mangalsutra, entangled between his fingers, clinked softly.

I leaned against Ravi, rubbing my round ass against his groin, feeling Ravi’s bulge through my flimsy saree petticoat. Ravi gently turned both our bodies slightly to the right until we were both looking at the reflection of our bodies glued to each other, semi-clothed.

I breathed heavily, my left hand making its way behind my back, and finding his erection. I began rubbing it gently. Ravi’s fingers swiftly undid the three hooks holding my ample bosom together. 

My big caramel breasts poured free out of my blouse. I had skipped my bra today and Ravi was ecstatic. His palms could barely contain them. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, as his hands squeezed them tightly. A loud moan escaped my mouth when he pinched both my nipples at the same time. He laughed throatily into my ears.

He grazed my rock-hard nipples with the tip of his thumbs continually, sending shooting waves of pleasure from my breasts in every direction within my body. Continuing to grind against him wantonly, I ran my left hand all over Ravi’s thigh, holding and pulling him closer. He pulled the strings of my petticoat and it fell to the floor, joining the rest of our clothes, in a moment.

Ravi took a second to admire my body. I had chosen to skip my panties too!

"Look at us", he whispered.

He moved his left hand down, softly caressing the soft mound of flesh between my legs. I bit my lower lip, whimpering softly. Without breaking eye contact with me, he continued further down, slipping his middle finger between my labia, teasing my clit. I parted my legs readily.

"I love you, Kritiii"

I turned to face my husband.

Without wasting any more time, he kissed me on my lips and moved both of us towards the bed.

I pushed myself back into the soft mattress, as Ravi climbed on top of me. Pulling him to me, I met his lips with a hungry wet kiss. Between moans of pleasure, I held his erect cock in my right hand and guided it towards my wet, glistening pussy. Ravi’s cock rubbed against my opening teasingly.

"Bega, Ravi. I want you NOW!" I whispered against his lips urgently.

(Fast, Ravi…)

"Kritiii… ahhh.." Ravi moaned.

In one swift motion, Ravi entered me. Digging my fingernails into his shoulders, I welcomed him in. I could feel every throbbing vein, every ridge along his penis inside me. I moaned softly and rhythmically as Ravi continued to move in and out of me. Locked in a tight embrace, we explored each other like it was our first time making love. My ankles locked around Ravi’s waist rocked to the beat of his ramming. My bangles created music to our moans. My mangalsutra laid gathered between my breasts, moving with every thrust, threatening to slide away, but where?

"Raviiii… ahh ahh.. mmhhh… mmhhh… ahhh… Ravi… ahh.. mmhhh.. Mmmh.."

Ravi continued to rock my world on our bed. Little beads of sweat began forming pools as the heat between us increased. He kissed my neck, and moved down to my right breast.

Wrapping his lips around my dark brown nipple, he sucked on it fervently, massaging my lower breast. I, my eyes closed, lost in a passionate afternoon with my husband, was enjoying every sensation. I cupped my breasts, allowing him better access.

Ravi continued to pound me, his thrusts getting harder by the minute. As his breath began getting heavier, I tightened the grip of my legs wrapped around him. I loved the way his balls slapped the walls of my opening. Without losing his pace, Ravi pulled himself up, balancing my legs up on his chest. He licked his thumb and began stimulating my clit simultaneously.

I looked up at him and laughed throatily. I loved clit stimulation and Ravi did it so well. I also knew what this meant. Ravi was about to pound me. Hard.

Clutching my breasts together with one hand, I bit my knuckles gently as Ravi picked up pace and stamina. He began pounding me with everything he had. And it sent me over cloud nine. 

Thwarp thwarp thwarp thwarp thwarp thwarp thwarp thwarp!

"Fuckkkk Raviiii… yesyesyesyesyes!

"Ahhh ah aha ah ah ah ahhh ahhhhhh ah ah ah ah ahhh ahhhh ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhh"

I screamed into the back of my hand muffling me as Ravi filled me. Between laboured breaths, Ravi emptied his mind, body, and soul into me. Our juices overflowed between my thighs, onto the bedsheet.

On a bed that was made until half an hour ago, it now looked like a battlefield of passion. Ravi lowered himself and fell next to me. Both wrapped ourselves into a slick embrace, until our breathing returned to normal and the sun almost disappeared through the window.

I watched Ravi as he closed his eyes for a moment. His long eyelashes and shivering eyelids made me smile endearingly. Running my hands along his cheek, I cradled his head in between my breasts. Cuddling closer, Ravi opened his mouth lightly and wrapped his lips around one of my nipples, sucking on it lightly and playfully. His pink tongue darted out ever so slightly, licking just the tip of the tip. I closed my eyes momentarily as my body writhed gently as Ravi continued to suck on my nipple.

"Kadhai Paneer ki khushboo neeche tak aa rahi hai, beta. Kahan ho?"

("The aroma of Kadhai Paneer has reached the ground floor, dear. Where are you?")

My eyes darted open at the sound of my mother-in-law’s voice.

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