TL;DR - Older next door neighbor slowly corrupts young, naive housewife into becoming his personal sex slave.

Plot:

You and your husband had just moved to a sprawling society, away from your small town, right after marriage. It was arguably the biggest change for the both of you to get adjusted to, and along with having to manage his job meant that the spark in your bedroom was all but smothered now. Not that there was one to begin with in the first place.

You had always been the naive kind - shy and unaware of the pull your beauty had over the many men that secretly lusted after you. And so, it was new and strange for you to come across so openly the want and desire of a man you didn't know, but lived right next door to you.

But you couldn't deny it, the way he looked at you made every cell in your body burn with desire for him. And every time you found yourself alone trapped in his thoughts, you could feel your heart beat faster and body get warmer - especially between your inner thighs. Sweat coating your brows, as you noticed how erect and perky your nipples would get, as if in preparation for him to suckle on them this very instance.

It clearly didn't help that he was the dangerous kind. Who would be found every other week inviting women to his apartment late at night, and sending them off early in the morning. And just then you'd find glimpses of his body covered in marks of sinful desire - scratches and bite marks from his companion for the night.

Until one day he shows up right in front of your door with the pretense of a favor. While in reality, all he had ever wanted was to have you pinned against the wall with your saree hiked up high around your waist, and his hands groping and squeezing your tits, proceeding to fuck you in a way you hadn't been used before at all. Which only makes you want him more, much to your surprise and your husband's loss.