The evening had been carefully planned for weeks. He had invited his wife’s younger sister—Sali—and her husband for dinner and a night stay on Saturday. From the moment he first saw her years ago, he had been obsessed with her body and had quietly fallen in love with her. He had always wanted a woman like her as his girlfriend and wife, but fate had given her to someone else. He had tried to control himself for a long time. Tonight he would not.
The doorbell rang. He opened the gate and there she stood—his heart’s queen, his apsara—wearing tight jeans and a deep-neck top that clung to her full breasts. Her husband stood behind her. He welcomed them both inside with a warm smile.
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