Pradeep’s heart hammered against his ribs as he stood in the hallway, the taste of Rohini’s milk and the slick evidence of her earlier orgasm still coating his fingers. The front door had opened too soon. Vikram was home.

He quickly buttoned his shirt and stepped into the hall just as Rohini hurried ahead, her pink saree slightly askew, cheeks flushed, and the faint damp patches on her blouse betraying the way her heavy breasts continued to leak. Vikram pulled her into a hug, his brow furrowing as he felt the rapid thud of her heartbeat and the thin sheen of sweat on her skin.