The Lingam Awakening

Ravi lounged in his dimly lit bedroom, the empty house echoing his wife's absence. "Finally, some peace," he muttered, booking the home spa on impulse. The doorbell rang, and in walked Aditi—tall, powerfully built, with a smirk that screamed confidence. "You look tense, Ravi. Wife away, huh? Bet you’re craving more than just knots worked out." Her voice dripped wit like honey on fire. He chuckled nervously. "Just a massage, thanks. Nothing fancy." She raised an eyebrow. "We’ll see about that. Strip and lie down. Disposable underwear’s on the bed—though it won’t stay on long with my hands." As she oiled his inner thighs and lower back, her strong fingers pressed deep, sending sparks through him. Ravi, used to low-dose Viagra for the occasional spark, felt his body betray him. His cock hardened for the first time in years from a woman’s touch alone. Aditi paused, eyes gleaming. "Well, well. Someone’s awake and horny. That’s not from the oil, is it?" She leaned in, voice sharp. "Your wife doesn’t touch you like this? Poor thing. Let me fix that." She peeled off the now-transparent underwear, exposing his throbbing cock. "Look at this hard beast—dripping already. Impressive." Her hands wrapped around it, starting a slow, firm lingam massage. Ravi groaned, sweating and panting. "Fuck, Aditi… this is… unexpected." She laughed, low and wicked. "Unexpected? Honey, I saw that erection and decided to play. Your wife never gives blowjobs? What a waste." Without hesitation, she took his cock into her mouth, sucking deep and wet, tongue swirling as she pumped the base. He was lost, hips bucking. "God, yes—don’t stop!" The room filled with his moans as she worked him relentlessly, her strong grip milking every inch. Within minutes, he exploded, unloading hot cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop, pulling back with a sly grin. "Mmm, tasty. First round’s on me. But next time? We’re going deeper." Ravi lay there, panting and spent, already plotting her return.