The doorbell rang - an Indian interactive erotic short story

A modern Indian interactive erotic short story 💄

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We stopped moving suddenly.

I sprang up and off the bed, grabbing my robe as I stumbled across to open the door for our housekeep.

She’d mentioned something around the lines of coming earlier than usual this morning, yesterday. I didn’t realise she’d be coming and interrupting us cumming!

I let her in, flushed and disappointed at the same time.

Once I closed the door behind her, she began her duties; took the broom and made her way to the first floor where the guest room was.

From where I was standing, I could see Ravi as he lay back in bed with the blanket pulled over his waist. We cute-smiled at each other, sharing the disappointment as I made my way to the kitchen, the moment clearly gone.

I put the water on to boil.

As I reached up to open the cabinet, Ravi’s arms grabbed my waist from the back.

He snuggled closer as I gasped and writhed in his arms.

“Ahhh Ravi….. Naughty!!” he laughed into my neck.

I spun around and we kissed deep. Ravi’s tongue tasted of me.

I wore nothing but my spaghetti top and robe, no panties. He wore nothing but his boxers. I leaned in till my breasts were crushed against his bare chest.

Our hands roamed each other’s body with even more urgency knowing the housekeep was nearby. The air was charged up with little fires of our loins.

He kissed my neck, nipping me hard, teasing me, taunting me that I’d scream and give away our little adventure soon. 

I dug my nails deep into his back instead and won that round.

The head of my husband’s hard and ready cock was already out of his boxers, which were pulled down one side.

Choose what happens next in this Indian interactive erotic short story ~

“Fuck me fast,” I said.

Our housekeeper entered the kitchen.