Yesterday, on Independence Day, we attended a party in Hyderabad, hosted by one of my close friends. The celebration began in the morning with the flag hoisting and continued well into the night, filled with familiar faces, lively conversations, and a festive atmosphere.

The party was held at my friend Anika's sprawling bungalow, adorned with the colors of the Indian flag, and filled with the aroma of mouthwatering Hyderabadi cuisine. My husband and I arrived together, and as usual, he gave me that knowing smile, fully aware of the possibilities that the day might hold.

As the morning unfolded, I noticed several men at the party, all in their mid to late 30s, casting lingering glances my way. I had chosen to wear a sleeveless blouse with a plunging neckline that perfectly showcased my curves, paired with a saree that hugged my figure in all the right places. The humid Hyderabad weather had left my skin with a glistening sheen, especially under my arms, where tiny beads of sweat formed. I knew their eyes were drawn to this, and I relished the attention.

One man, in particular, caught my eye—Ravi, a tall, well-built man in his late 30s, who had always intrigued me. Throughout the morning, he found subtle ways to be near me, brushing against me "accidentally" more than once. Each time, a thrill surged through me, igniting a desire I couldn’t ignore.

Later, as everyone gathered on the terrace for the flag hoisting, Ravi positioned himself behind me. With the crowd packed closely together, his body pressed against mine. As I adjusted my saree, I deliberately raised my arms, giving him a clear view of my damp, exposed underarms. I felt his breath hitch, and the tension between us became palpable.

When the flag was hoisted and the attention shifted, I felt Ravi’s hand lightly graze the small of my back. My heart raced as his fingers traced the outline of my waist. Instead of pulling away, I leaned into his touch, silently inviting more.

As the day turned into night, the party shifted gears with drinks, music, and dancing. I found a secluded spot in Anika's garden, where the shadows provided the perfect cover. Ravi followed, and without a word, he pulled me close, his lips crashing onto mine in a heated kiss. The pent-up desire between us erupted, and I whispered, "Do you want more?" He nodded, his eyes dark with lust.

We moved deeper into the shadows, where I lifted my arms, offering him my sweaty underarms. He buried his face in them, inhaling deeply as his hands roamed my body. The sensation of his tongue on my skin sent shivers down my spine.

"You're insatiable," I murmured, loving how he devoured me with such raw hunger. His hands slid down to my hips, pulling me close as he ground himself against me.

For a brief moment, my thoughts flickered to my husband, likely still mingling with the other guests, unaware that his wife was indulging in her deepest fantasies just a few feet away. The thought only heightened my arousal.

Ravi’s hands found their way to my breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of my blouse. I moaned softly, and in the heat of the moment, I pushed him down onto the cool grass. I straddled him, grinding against him, feeling the hard evidence of his desire beneath me.

The garden was secluded, but the risk of being caught only fueled our passion. Ravi’s hands slipped under my blouse, tugging it down to expose my bare chest. His mouth latched onto my nipples, sucking and biting with a desperate need that matched my own.

"You're going to make me scream," I whispered, the tension inside me building rapidly. His hand moved between my legs, stroking me through my already soaked panties.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I rode him with abandon, the friction driving me wild until the intense pleasure finally consumed me. I cried out, barely managing to stifle my moans as my body shuddered with release.

We lay there for a few moments, catching our breath. Ravi’s hands continued to explore my body, but I knew this wasn’t the end. Looking into his eyes, I saw the same burning desire mirrored in them.

"This isn't over," I whispered. "We'll find another time." Ravi smiled, his fingers lazily tracing circles on my thigh.

We straightened our clothes and rejoined the party, blending back into the crowd as if nothing had happened. My husband came over, wrapping his arm around my waist, completely oblivious to the sinful encounter I’d just shared with Ravi.

But I knew tonight, and everything that happened, would remain our delicious secret—a memory to fuel my desires for days to come.