On their wedding night, Priya sat stiffly on the edge of the bed in her simple white sari, her voice soft and proper as she told Raj, "We must take this slowly, my love. I want our marriage to be built on respect." Raj nodded, his heart racing, but the tension between them simmered unspoken. Days later, as they settled into married life, Priya's tone began to shift during an evening conversation. "Raj, do you ever wonder what it would feel like if I dressed differently? Something shorter, maybe?" she asked with a teasing smile, her body language loosening as she crossed her legs.
The next morning dawned new, and Priya emerged in a plain white pleated skirt that hugged her thighs, paired with sheer transparent skin-color stockings that made Raj's cock twitch hard at the sight. "Look at you staring," she laughed, her voice gaining a playful edge. "These stockings feel so smooth. Touch them." As he reached out, she guided his hand, whispering dirty words that made him pant.
By evening, the air thickened with horniness. Priya stood before him, skirt riding up, stockings glistening. "I met someone today," she confessed with a wink, her strong gaze holding his. "He slipped his hand under my skirt, fingers teasing my wet pussy through the sheer fabric. I got so dripping I begged for more." Raj's breathing grew heavy as she described it, her tone now bold and teasing.
She pushed him back, straddling his lap. "Watch me," she commanded, sliding down to give him a slow blowjob, her mouth working his hard cock while she moaned about feeling horny. Raj came quickly, cum spilling as she swallowed with a satisfied grin. Sweating and panting, Priya stood, adjusting her blue draped skirt over the torn stockings.
"That was just the beginning, my cucky," she said lovingly, jerking his still-sensitive cock again with witty jabs about how much better bigger cocks would feel. Her transformation showed in every sway of her hips. The night ended with them tangled, but her eyes promised more adventures.
Back home after her first time with her lover, Priya recounted every detail: the foreplay, his hand under her green pleated skirt tearing the transparent stockings as he fingered her pussy until she begged, the way he fucked her deep while she came hard. "He was so much better, darling," she joked, comparing sizes with affection as she stroked Raj's cock. "But I love sharing this with you."
Raj encouraged her, his own arousal building as she called him her cuck with warmth. "Next date, prepare me by licking my pussy first," she teased, her body language confident and free. The chapter closed on her smile, hinting at the lover soon entering their home for even hotter nights.
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