They both shifted to new house, which was in good locality. Anusha was crouched among the luggage and packing boxes which littered the spacious front room of the house. She glanced up and saw her husband, Krish, stripped to the waist, sweat glistening off his broad shoulders as he carried a heavy trunk toward the staircase. Seeing him that way stirred sweet sensations in her lower abdomen, and Anusha sighed softly. This was the happiest moment in her life.
She pushed a long, dark curl away from her face, continuing to savor the joyful feelings coursing through her young and beautiful body, enjoying a salacious tingle as her dark nipples hardened against the cotton material of her T-shirt. And her huge, shapely tits throbbed when, acting on impulse, she stood and made her way towards the staircase. She was in hot pursuit of her husband and his brawny, sweaty body.
They had been married five months and had lived during that blissful time in Krish's family apartment along with his family. House hunting had been fun and adventurous, but Anusha was glad it was over and that they had bought a place all their own. For the first time in months she felt truly married.
As she crept up the stairs towards the master bedroom, her heart pounded with fresh, erotic excitement, as she was even more anxious to celebrate their new home with a wanton, mid-afternoon fuck.
She stepped into the doorway of their bedroom and eyed Krish, his back to her, bending over the trunk and unloading its wrapped contents. Her dark eyes focused on his small, tight-packed ass stretching the seat of his jeans and her pussy fluttered involuntarily. She felt pussy juice seep out and dampen her hairy cunt lips and wet the crotch of her thin, panties under her tight shorts.
As he bent and twisted, Anusha's eyes caught the graceful stretch of Krish's muscles and her heart beat wildly. She moaned softly and caressed her big tits and squeezed her thighs together. Then, suddenly, because of her groans and moans, or just from male instinct, Krish glanced over his shoulder and spotted his sexy young wife.
"You got nothing better to do than stand there and stare at my butt, my love?" he teased, his eyes focusing on the bulge of her tits.
"Oh, I've got a lot to do, honey," she cooed, stepping towards her husband with a sway of her curvy hips. "And I'll bet you're thinking of a few wild things that will keep me busy for the rest of the afternoon, as well."
Krish chuckled as she stepped up to him. He stood silently until her jutting tits brushed against his sweaty, naked chest, then he slid his hands onto her hips. Their eyes locked just as he lowered his head towards hers.
"I'm thinking of something much more exciting than unpacking," he whispered before his lips touched hers. "Mmmmmm," she moaned when he kissed her and slipped his strong arms around her slender waist. He snaked his tongue between her moist lips, sliding it around the inside of her slippery mouth. She melted against him and smelled his enticing, manly aroma as she sucked on his tongue. Then she whimpered softly as her arousal leaped, her pussy spasming and her nipples tingling deliciously.
His hands roamed her ass and back, massaging the soft flesh through her shorts and shirt. Anusha groaned and squirmed as she felt his throbbing prick press against her, and in that moment her senses urged her to go on. She wanted more than mere touching through clothes. She sank down in front of him, dragging her hot wet tongue along his chest to his stomach. Her tongue tip toyed with his navel as she positioned herself on her knees and braced herself by clutching his hard ass.
