“Can I cumin your cardamom” he said cheekily.

“Huh?” She stared into his twinkling blue eyes and wondered if she had heard him right.

“Can I cumin your cardamom” he repeated as he pushed away the Masala box.

“You, naughty man!” She laughed.

He grabbed her by the waist and shoved his boner against her saree covered body.

She gasped “You can’t do that! Your wife is sleeping in the other room’

“I slipped her two sleeping pills in the wine glass.” He replied devilishly

“You did WHAT?”

He shrugged “Does it matter? Your husband's coming home late and my wife is crashed out and we’d be stupid not to make use of the opportunity.”

“No!” she tried to push him off. “Pass me my Masala box”

He hitched up her saree and petticoat and chuckled “No panties heh?”

She blushed “I never wear panties.”

He unzipped his pant and pushed into her.

They both gasped.

“Daaamn, you are hotter than cinnamon” he thrust into her

She grabbed his buttcheeks through his underwear and replied “You mean chillies.”

He thrust against her hard “Hotter than Jalapeños”

She came against him and replied “More like Garam masala.”

“Let me season you with Masala” He pulled out and squirted all over her

She laughed and pushed him off “You mean you frothed all over me.”

They smiled at each other cheekily and as he passed her the Masala box she said “You certainly knew how to cumin my cardamom”