In the scorching heat of a Bengali village, the air was thick with humidity and the distant hum of insects. The sun beat down mercilessly on the thatched roofs of the tiny huts lining the dirt road. Inside one of those huts, a young wife named Kavita lay on the floor, fanning herself with a cheap plastic fan.
Beads of sweat dripped down her dark skin as she tried in vain to cool herself in the oppressive heat. Her husband Ravi was out working the fields as usual, toiling under the unforgiving sun to bring in a meager harvest for their village.
Kavita sighed and tossed the useless fan aside. Even in the shade of her hut, it felt like a supernatural force was pushing the temperature up with every passing minute. Her thin cotton sari clung damply to her body, but at this point she was almost grateful for the wetness. It provided a modicum of cooling relief.
As she lay there, a salacious thought crept into Kavita’s mind. She had heard stories from her sisters of the forbidden pleasure to be found in removing one’s clothes in the heat. Of course, such immodesty was strictly forbidden in their traditional village. But Kavita was young and a wild streak ran through her.
Making sure no one was looking, she slowly untied the knot at her waist that held her sari in place. The fabric fell away and pooled on the floor, leaving Kavita clad only in her thin white blouse and underskirt.
Kavita inhaled sharply as the hot air caressed her newly exposed skin. It felt scandalous to be so barely clad, but it was also strangely exciting. She glanced out the door to ensure she was still alone, then reached up and unbuttoned her blouse.
Her full breasts spilled free, the dark nipples stiffening in the heat. Kavita glanced down at her own naked chest, marveling at the dusky mounds. She’d never seen them so clearly before. Feeling bold, she cupped her breasts, shivering at the electric touch of her own hands.
As she lay there enjoying her forbidden nudity, Kavita heard footsteps approaching. Panicking, she quickly pulled her blouse back on, not quite getting it buttoned before her husband Ravi appeared in the doorway.
“Kavita?” he said, blinking in surprise at finding her alone in the hut. “What are you doing? You look overheated.”
“I was trying to cool off, husband,” she demurred, hoping he wouldn’t notice her unbuttoned state. “It is so unbearably hot I thought I might faint.”
Ravi’s weathered face creased with concern as he approached her. “Let me see.” He reached out and felt her forehead, then her neck. Kavita shuddered at his touch, her nipples visibly stiffening beneath the thin fabric of her blouse.
Ravi’s dark eyes widened as he noticed. “Kavita! Why is your blouse unbuttoned? Have you no shame?”
“I…I was so hot, husband,” she said meekly, averting her eyes. “I only meant to catch a bit of air.”
Ravi sighed and ran a hand through his sweat-matted hair. “Well, at least your chest is not entirely exposed. But you must be more careful, wife. What if someone other than I had seen you?”
Kavita nodded, feeling a twinge of guilt. But she couldn’t help glancing down at her breasts again, wishing she could feel that delicious forbidden thrill of having them fully bared.
Ravi seemed to sense her longing. He reached out and slowly unbuttoned a few more of her blouse buttons until her cleavage was visible, the dark valley between her breasts now exposed to his eyes.
“There, is that better?” he asked, watching her face. “I suppose I can allow you a bit more cooling relief, as long as you wear the rest of your clothes.”
Kavita shivered at the generosity of her husband, strangely aroused by his permissive words. “Thank you, husband,” she breathed. “You are very kind to indulge me.”
Ravi gave her a small smile. “I try to be a good husband. Now, shall I fetch you some water?”
Kavita nodded, watching him move to fill a clay pot from their well. As he bent over, she admired the strong planes of his back, the ropy muscles in his arms. He was a good man, and a virile one.
As Ravi turned back to her, water in hand, Kavita felt a rush of desire sweep through her. She reached out and took the cup from him, but did not drink. Instead, she slowly poured the cool water over her chest, gasping as it drenched her blouse and trickled between her breasts.
Ravi’s eyes went black with lust as he watched her, drinking in the sight of her soaking wet top. “Kavita,” he groaned, reaching for her. “You wicked girl, do you know what you do to me?”
Kavita smiled coyly up at him, arching her back to present her dripping cleavage. “Show me, husband,” she purred, her voice low and inviting.
And in the sweltering heat of that tiny village hut, Ravi showed her indeed. He made love to his beautiful young wife with an urgency and passion neither had ever known before. Kavita lost herself in the hard, hot slide of his body against hers, whimpering and mewling as he took her again and again.
In the end they collapsed together, sated and slick with sweat and other fluids. Kavita pillowed her head on Ravi’s strong chest as they both drifted off to sleep, the events of the day still playing vividly through her mind.
It had been a wicked, wanton thing to do. But oh, how it had felt, to let herself indulge in such scandalous pleasures. And with her own husband, no less! Kavita smiled to herself, feeling deliciously naughty.
There would be no going back to the proper, dutiful wife model now. The heat had brought out a side of her she never knew existed – a side that craved more than the dull, chaste life she’d been living.
She would have to find ways to sneak in more forbidden sexy adventures, cooling herself in the carnal heat of her husband’s lust…