As soon as I returned from my parents’ house to my in-laws’ house, my husband made me sit on his dick and fucked me

“Don’t play games with me, Shabnam! I haven’t touched you for sixty days. Now, give me what I want. First, give me your pussy, then we can talk!” He said angrily.

“It’s not a good idea to do this in the morning. Everyone is here,” I protested, but he ignored me and pulled off my saree. Then, he forcefully laid me on the bed, unbuttoned my blouse, and removed my bra and panties. Now, I was completely naked. He got on top of me, his mouth searching for my nipples.

“Listen, everyone is waiting for me downstairs. Please let me go!” I pleaded.

“Just two minutes! I need to fuck you. It will only take two minutes,” he said desperately.

Morning sex felt strange to me. It had barely been ten minutes since I arrived from my mayke and he was already trying to have sex with me. But he was my husband, how could I refuse him? So, I spread my legs and lay down willingly.

“Okay, fine! Just hurry up. Everyone is waiting for me downstairs,” I said.

He started sucking on my nipples. I was a very beautiful woman. My complexion was fair, and my face resembled Kareena Kapoor’s. I looked like an actress. I was incredibly beautiful, five feet six inches tall with a figure of 38-36-34. My body was well-proportioned, and I was a desirable item for eating, fucking, and playing with. That’s why my husband loved me so much. When I went shopping in the market, people would stare at me repeatedly. “Look at how hot she is! I wish I could fuck her,” they would say. Because of my beauty, shopkeepers even gave me discounts. Everyone was smitten with me, and many shopkeepers would lend me thousands of rupees worth of goods.