Adultery A Diwali night to remember
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The room was spinning, the walls closing in on her. She looked around, her eyes darting from one face to the next. They were all naked except Deep, their cocks hard and demanding, their gazes locked on her. The thought of it, of all four of them claiming her, filled her with a mix of fear and exhilaration that was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
With trembling legs, Rekha made her way to the sofa, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She sat down slowly, her eyes never leaving the floor, the reality of what was about to happen weighing heavily on her. With a deep breath, she parted her legs, giving them all a clear view of her glistening pussy. The coolness of the air hit her exposed flesh, making her gasp.
The men moved closer, their eyes hungry, their cocks bobbing with anticipation. Rekha felt a rush of power and fear, the thrill of the unknown racing through her veins like liquid fire. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so alive. Her body was theirs to explore, and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer.
Deep stepped forward, his eyes never leaving hers as he knelt between her legs. He placed her calves on his broad shoulders, his hands gripping her thighs firmly. The warmth of his breath washed over her pussy, making her quiver. He leaned in, his mouth moving closer, closer, until his nose was just a whisper away from her swollen, wet folds.
"I think I should get the first go now," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly with desire. Rekha could only nod, her breathing shallow and fast. He began to kiss her inner thighs, his lips soft and gentle against her skin. She felt his breath warm against her, his nose nuzzling against the sensitive skin.
Deep's grip on her legs grew stronger as he slid between her legs, getting close to her wet pussy to the cool air of the room. He took his time, his tongue tracing patterns up her thighs, his teeth grazing her skin lightly. Rekha's body was taut with anticipation, her legs trembling as she felt the heat of his breath against her.
"Please, no more teasing," she finally managed to gasp out, the words barely audible. "Do something." It was a plea, a demand, and a declaration of surrender all rolled into one. She didn't know what she was asking for, but she knew she couldn't take much more of this exquisite torture.
Neetesh leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want you to tell us," he said, his voice thick with desire. "What do you want us to do to you, my love?"
Rekha's breath hitched in her throat. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, there was a thrill coursing through her, a dark need that she had never acknowledged before. She looked at the men around her, their cocks hard and eager, their eyes burning with lust. She knew what they wanted, what Neetesh had wanted all along. With a trembling voice, she whispered, "I... I want you to use me."
The room went still, the only sound the crackling of the fireworks outside. Neetesh's eyes lit up like the rockets in the sky, his smile growing wider. "Use you?" he repeated, his voice low and seductive. "Tell us, Rekha. How do you want us to use you?"
Rekha's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her heart racing. She knew what she was saying, knew what it meant. But the excitement, the power, the sheer thrill of the moment overwhelmed her. She looked into Neetesh's eyes, her voice a breathy whisper. "I want you to... share me," she said, the words spilling out like a secret long held. "I want you all to take me, to use me as you wish."
Neetesh's eyes widened with excitement, his grip on his cock tightening. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. Rekha nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she breathed, her voice a trembling whisper. "I'm sure."
With a wicked smile, Neetesh leaned back in his chair, stroking himself more vigorously. "Tell us," he demanded. "What do you want us to do?" His words hung in the air like a challenge, a promise of dark delights to come.
Rekha's heart raced as she felt the weight of their expectations. The room was a sea of hard, pulsing cocks and hungry eyes. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with every shallow inhale. "I...I want you to," she paused, her voice a sultry whisper, "to take me. All of you."
Neetesh's eyes lit up with triumph as he looked around at his friends. They all knew what this meant, what they had been waiting for. This was the culmination of his cuckold fantasy, the moment he had dreamed of for so long. "Exactly," he said, his voice a low growl. "Tell us how, Rekha. How do you want us to take you?"
Her heart was pounding in her chest, the anticipation almost unbearable. Rekha looked at the men surrounding her, their cocks hard and eager. "I want you to," she paused, her voice a tremble of excitement, "to use me, all of you." She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed. "Take me...together."
Neetesh's eyes gleamed with triumph as he nodded, his hand moving faster over his cock. "Together," he repeated, his voice a low murmur of satisfaction. "As one."
But before anyone could react to her confession, Neetesh spoke again, his voice taking on a darker, more dangerous edge. "What if tomorrow, I ask you to fuck more of my friends?" he said, his eyes flicking from one face to the next. "What if I tell you that I want to watch you with them all?"
Rekha's eyes went wide, her heart skipping a beat. The thought of being shared by even more men was terrifying, but the excitement was palpable. She could feel the room's energy shift, the tension growing thicker as the men considered the possibility.
"Would you?" Rishi asked, his voice a mix of incredulity and excitement. His hand hovered over his own cock, which was standing at attention, waiting for the next move.
Rekha's heart was racing so fast she could feel it in her ears. She looked at Neetesh, his eyes gleaming with a hunger she had never seen before. "I would lett them have their way with meee" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Neetesh leaned in closer, his hand still moving steadily over his cock. "Would you?" he challenged, his voice a low purr. "Would you wave at the watchman, the milkman? Would you fuck our relatives?"
Rishi was a little surprised, “Wow Neetesh you have some dark fantasies dude. Bhabhi is going to have a lot of fun”
There was glint of lust in everyone’s eyes as they heard what Neetesh was had in store for Rekha.
Rekha's eyes went wide with shock, her mind racing with the implications of what he was suggesting. But she couldn't deny the heat that flooded her core at the thought. She looked into his eyes, the hunger in them unmistakable. "If it's what you want," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "If it's what you truly want, Neetesh."
Neetesh's grin grew wider, his hand moving even faster over his erection. "Say it," he urged, his voice a demand. "Say you'll do it."
Rekha's eyes rolled back in her head as Deep's tongue delved deeper into her pussy, his mouth working her clit in a relentless rhythm that was driving her wild. She couldn't think straight, her mind a whirlwind of lust and desire. "Yes," she gasped, her voice a ragged whisper. "Yes, I'll do it. I'll fuck anyone you want me to."
Her words seemed to break some unseen barrier, and the room exploded with excitement. Rishi and Mukesh looked at Neetesh, their eyes gleaming with a mix of shock and arousal. "Is she serious?" Rishi breathed, his cock twitching in his hand.
Neetesh's grin grew wider, his eyes never leaving Rekha's face. "Oh, she's serious," he said, his voice thick with lust. "And she's going to get exactly what she asked for." He looked at his wife, his eyes dark with desire. "But not yet," he said, his hand moving to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "First, we need to make sure she's ready."
Rekha's body was on fire, Deep's tongue working magic on her clit as she watched the men jerk themselves off. They were all so close, their need palpable, and she knew that once they started, there would be no turning back.
Mukesh took a step forward, his eyes glazed with lust. He knelt before her, his mouth watering as he took in the sight of her glistening pussy. Without waiting for further prompting, he leaned in, his tongue sliding along her slit. Rekha's body arched with pleasure as he tasted her, his mouth eagerly lapping up her sweet nectar. Each flick of his tongue sent a jolt of electricity through her body, making her quiver and moan.
Rishi was next, his cock bobbing as he took his place between her legs. His kiss was gentle at first, a soft exploration of her folds that soon grew more insistent. He licked her clit in slow circles, the pressure building with every pass until she was panting and writhing against his face. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm her.
Rishi's arms wrapped around her waist, his cock sliding along her back as he kissed her neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. She could feel the wetness of Mukesh's tongue as he lapped at her clit, his hands spreading her open wider. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and she knew she was close to the edge.
With a guttural moan, Rekha's body tightened, her muscles clenching as the orgasm crashed over her. She bucked against Deep's mouth, her nails digging into Mukesh's shoulders. Her pussy convulsed around his tongue, her juices flowing freely. The men didn't stop, their hunger for her unabated by her climax.
Rishi's teeth grazed her neck, his hands roaming over her body as if he couldn't get enough of her soft curves. He moved to her breasts, his thumbs teasing her sensitive nipples as she gasped for breath. Mukesh's mouth remained glued to her pussy, his tongue flicking rapidly over her swollen clit, not giving her a moment to recover.
Mukesh stood back, stroking his thick cock as he watched the show. His eyes were dark with desire, his breathing ragged. Rekha looked over at Neetesh, who had moved to the chair in the corner. He sat there, stroking himself slowly, his eyes never leaving her. The sight of her husband watching, his own arousal clear, only served to fuel the fire burning within her.
"Take her to the bedroom," Neetesh ordered, his voice thick with lust. Rishi wasted no time, scooping Rekha into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, as he carried her to the king-sized bed. The bed was large, the sheets still rumpled from their earlier love-making. The scent of their sex hung in the air, mingling with the heady scent of the incense they had burned earlier.
Deep and Mukesh followed close behind, Mukesh's erection bobbing with every step. Neetesh remained in the chair, his hand never leaving his cock as he watched them move. The sight of his wife being carried away by another man, her body exposed and wanting, was more than he could handle. The anticipation was sweet torture, the culmination of his darkest desires laid out before him.
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The others watched, their own arousal growing as they saw her take charge. Rekha's hand slid down Mukesh's body, her fingers wrapping around his cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. He groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking upward. She broke the kiss, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked into his eyes, full of lust. "I want you," she whispered, her voice husky and filled with need.
Mukesh didn't need any further encouragement. He sat up, his cock standing tall and ready. She straddled him, her wet pussy sliding against his shaft as she positioned herself. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance, sending a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut, and then she sank down onto him, her walls parting to accommodate his thick length.
The sensation of him filling her was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. She moaned, the sound echoing through the room as she began to move her hips, riding him with an urgency that was palpable. Each stroke sent waves of sensation through her, her body tightening around him like a vice. The sound of their skin slapping together was a rhythmic symphony of desire, punctuated by the occasional gasp or moan.
Deep and Rishi, unable to resist the temptation any longer, moved closer to her face. Rekha's eyes snapped open, meeting their hungry gazes, and she knew what they wanted. She leaned forward, her mouth opening to accept Rishi's cock first. He groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as she took him in deep, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit before pulling back. She knew exactly how to drive him wild, and she took pleasure in watching his expression contort with pleasure.
Mukesh's cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her to the brink, but the sensation of Rishi's cock in her mouth added another layer to the experience. She switched her focus to Deep, taking his length into her other hand and bringing it to her lips. The contrast between the two men was intoxicating—Rishi's cock was thicker, filling her mouth completely, while Deep's was longer, making her throat tighten around him as he hit the back of her throat.
The men groaned in unison, their hands roaming over her breasts and hips as she bobbed her head, alternating between the two. She could feel their excitement growing, their cocks swelling with every stroke of her tongue. The room was a cacophony of pleasure—the slap of skin, the wet sounds of her mouth working them, and their ragged breaths. It was a symphony of lust that had her pussy clenching around Mukesh, her orgasm building with each passing second.
With his cock fully lubricated with her saliva, Deep moved behind her, his warm, strong hands sliding along the contours of her soft skin. She arched her back at the electric sensation, the muscles in her stomach tightening in anticipation. His fingers traced a path down her spine, sending shivers up her body, until they reached the cleft of her ass. He paused for a moment, his breath hot against her ear. "Ready, Bhabhi?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Rekha could only nod, her mouth still full with Rishi's cock. She felt Deep's thumb press against her anus, the pressure building slowly as he worked it in. The feeling was strange, but not unpleasant—a new kind of fullness that had her pussy clenching around Mukesh's cock. She moaned, the vibration sending shockwaves through the room, the sound muffled by Rishi's shaft.
Mukesh tightened his grip on her hips, his cock pumping into her with renewed vigour. She felt the tip of Deep's cock nudging against her, the blunt head pushing against the tight ring of muscle. He paused for a moment, his hand on the small of her back, and whispered, "Ready?" She nodded again; her eyes locked on Mukesh's as she braced herself for the intrusion.
Deep's thumb was replaced with the head of his cock, pressing firmly against her anus. With one hand on Mukesh's chest for balance, she reached back to grip Deep's thigh, giving a silent nod of consent. He took the cue, pushing in with a steady, firm pressure that made her gasp around Rishi's length. The sensation was intense, a blend of pain and pleasure that sent sparks of sensation shooting through her body.
Mukesh adjusted his hold, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he helped Deep align their bodies. The tip of Deep's cock nudged insistently, slipping past the tight resistance of her ass. Rekha felt a moment of panic, her muscles clenching, but she forced herself to relax, remembering the thrill of the earlier dares. The head of Deep's cock slid in, stretching her in a way she had never felt before.
With a grunt of effort, Deep pushed in deeper, the pressure building until she felt a sudden give. A sharp pain pierced through the pleasure, but she bit her lip and held on, her nails digging into Mukesh's shoulders. She heard the men groan in unison, their excitement fuelling her own. She took a deep breath and leaned back, her body opening up to Deep's invasion. His cock slid in with a wet pop, filling her completely.
For a moment, she just sat there, feeling the strange, full sensation of two men inside her. Her pussy was stretched tight around Mukesh, her ass clenching around Deep's thickness. It was an overwhelming sensation, one that had her teetering on the edge of panic and pleasure. But as she grew accustomed to it, she felt a new kind of power. She was the centre of their world, the object of their desire, and she revelled in it.
With a seductive smile, she turned to Rishi and took his cock into her mouth again. The men took the signal immediately, their hips moving in a synchronized rhythm. Mukesh began to thrust upwards, his cock filling her to the brim as Deep pushed in from behind. The two men moved as one, their strokes long and deep, stretching her in a way that was both exquisitely painful and incredibly pleasurable.
Rekha's eyes rolled back in her head as she took in the sensation. The feeling of being so completely filled, so thoroughly claimed, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her pussy clenched around Mukesh's cock as she took Rishi's length into her throat, her moans vibrating around his shaft. The sound of their movements grew louder, the couch squeaking in protest as they picked up the pace.
Deep leaned over her, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass. His hand found her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub with the precision of a maestro. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost unbearable. Her orgasm built, a crescendo of sensation that had her body writhing in ecstasy. The men took turns, switching positions to explore every inch of her, their cocks gliding in and out in a symphony of lust.
Mukesh pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and Rishi took his place. He held her gaze as he entered her, his eyes full of dark desire. Rekha felt a thrill as she realized that she was truly living out her husband's cuckold fantasy. She leaned back into Deep, taking Rishi's length in her pussy with a gasp. The fullness was mind-numbing, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her.
They switched again, Rishi now filling her ass as Mukesh took her pussy. The feeling of two cocks inside her was overwhelming, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She moaned, her body moving instinctively, riding the waves of their desire. The men took turns, their movements fluid and coordinated, each knowing exactly how to bring her closer to the edge.
Her orgasms came in rapid succession, each one more intense than the last. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking with the force of her climaxes. She could feel the men's excitement building, their cocks growing harder with every twitch of her muscles around them. The room was a blur of skin and motion, a tapestry of passion woven in the candlelight.
Mukesh was the first to give in, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her pussy with his hot seed. He groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself, his eyes rolling back in his head. His grip on her waist tightened, his body shuddering with the force of his release. She could feel his cum spilling out of her, the warmth of it running down her thighs.
Deep was next, his cock swelling in her ass as he reached his climax. He growled, his hips slapping against her cheeks as he released himself, his cum joining Mukesh's in her depths. The sensation was indescribable, a fullness that she never knew she could crave. She clenched her muscles around him, her pussy spasming with the intensity of her own orgasm.
Rishi waited, his eyes dark with desire as he watched the other two men fill her. His cock was rock-hard, the veins bulging as he held back, savouring the moment. When it was his turn, he took his time, pulling out and then pushing back in with agonizing slowness. His eyes never left hers, the connection between them electric.
Deep inside her, Rishi could feel Mukesh's cum, a testament to their shared conquest. He groaned, the pressure building as he slammed into her, his hips moving with an animalistic urgency. The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air heavy with the sound of their panting and the slap of skin on skin. Rekha's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans a siren's call that had Rishi's balls tightening.
With one final, powerful thrust, Rishi let go, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her ass. The warmth of his cum mingling with Mukesh's filled her completely, a delicious violation that sent her over the edge. She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, her body trembling with the force of it.
The three men, their bodies slick with sweat and glistening in the candlelight, collapsed onto the couch. Rekha straddled Mukesh's lap, Rishi's cock still in her ass, while Deep lay beside them, his chest heaving with exertion. They were like warriors after battle, their eyes shining with triumph and lust.
The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air charged with a palpable energy. They were all smiling, their faces flushed and their expressions filled with a sense of victory. The tension of the game had transformed into a cacophony of desire and satisfaction, their shared secret a bond that could never be broken.
Neetesh looked at Rekha with a mix of pride and lust, his hand still wrapped around his semi-erect cock, which was coated in his own cum. He had been watching them all along, filming every moment of the night's escapade, his own release a silent testament to his excitement. The video would be a treasure, a memento of the night his deepest fantasy had come true.
The buzzing of Rekha's phone had finally ceased, leaving only the heavy silence of the room, broken by the occasional crackle of a dying Diwali sparkler outside. It was a strange turn of events, one that had brought them all closer together. He could see the change in Rekha—her eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence, her body language was more assertive, and the way she held herself was pure seduction.
Neetesh felt his cock stir again as he announced, "I've invited Rajesh Uncle for tea tomorrow evening." Rekha's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eyes. She was fully aware of the implications behind his innocent words—Rajesh Uncle wasn't just coming for tea; he was coming to witness their depravity firsthand. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious mix of fear and excitement that had her pussy clenching around the cock still buried inside her.
They all knew the risks involved, but the thrill of it was too much to resist. As they lay tangled together on the couch, their bodies spent and sated, they couldn't help but revel in the deliciousness of their shared secret. The whispers of the neighbors had only fuelled their desire, making their clandestine cuckold games all the more erotic.
Rekha finally pulled herself up, her legs shaky and her body sticky with a mix of sweat and cum. She offered a seductive smile to the men before sashaying towards the bathroom. She knew the sight of her naked form leaving the room would leave them all hungry for more. She felt a sense of power that she hadn't experienced before—the power to control and manipulate their desires.
As the water cascaded over her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The heat washed away the stickiness, but it couldn't wash away the memories of the night. Her body felt used, claimed by her husband's friends in the most primal way possible. Yet, it was a feeling she couldn't deny enjoying. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the tender nipples that had been pinched and sucked all evening. The warm water caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she replayed each touch, each kiss, each thrust in her mind.
The shower was a sanctuary of sorts, a place for her to process the whirlwind of emotions that swirled inside her. She felt a strange mix of shame and excitement, arousal and exhaustion. Her pussy was still sensitive, the slightest touch sending shockwaves through her body. She reached down, her hand sliding over the swollen folds, and felt the evidence of their lust—a mix of their cum leaking out of her ass and pussy.
Her mind was a maelstrom of thoughts as the hot water washed over her. How had it come to this? Just hours ago, she had been a proper, married woman, playing host to her husband's friends. Now, she was a sexual plaything, a willing participant in a game that had spun wildly out of control. Yet, she couldn't deny the thrill it brought her, the rush of power she felt as they vied for her attention.
As she stepped out of the shower, the cold tiles against her feet brought her back to reality. Her body was still flushed from the exertion, her skin tingling with the echoes of their touch. She grabbed a towel and dried herself meticulously, savouring the feeling of the soft fabric against her sensitive skin. The yellow satin nighty lay on the bed, a stark contrast against the rumpled white sheets.
One by one, the men emerged from the guest bathroom, each looking a bit more composed than the last. The scent of their cologne mingled with the faint smell of sex that hung in the air. They had all taken turns in the shower, washing away the evidence of their shared conquest. Rishi was the first finish, a towel draped low around his waist, exposing the V of his abs. Mukesh and Deep followed suit. They were dressed in their clothes, which had been hastily retrieved from the living room floor, but the smell of sex clung to them like a second skin. Neetesh looked at his friends with a knowing smile, the glow of his cuckold fantasy still shining brightly on his face. "Thank you all for an... unforgettable night, we will invite you soon for dinner" he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.
"We'll definitely take you up on that invitation," Rishi quipped, his eyes never leaving hers as he zipped up his pants. The tension was palpable as they all knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their friendship. They had crossed a line, but instead of retreating, they were eager to explore the uncharted territory of their desires further.
The End
The others watched, their own arousal growing as they saw her take charge. Rekha's hand slid down Mukesh's body, her fingers wrapping around his cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. He groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking upward. She broke the kiss, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked into his eyes, full of lust. "I want you," she whispered, her voice husky and filled with need.
Mukesh didn't need any further encouragement. He sat up, his cock standing tall and ready. She straddled him, her wet pussy sliding against his shaft as she positioned herself. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance, sending a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut, and then she sank down onto him, her walls parting to accommodate his thick length.
The sensation of him filling her was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. She moaned, the sound echoing through the room as she began to move her hips, riding him with an urgency that was palpable. Each stroke sent waves of sensation through her, her body tightening around him like a vice. The sound of their skin slapping together was a rhythmic symphony of desire, punctuated by the occasional gasp or moan.
Deep and Rishi, unable to resist the temptation any longer, moved closer to her face. Rekha's eyes snapped open, meeting their hungry gazes, and she knew what they wanted. She leaned forward, her mouth opening to accept Rishi's cock first. He groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as she took him in deep, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit before pulling back. She knew exactly how to drive him wild, and she took pleasure in watching his expression contort with pleasure.
Mukesh's cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her to the brink, but the sensation of Rishi's cock in her mouth added another layer to the experience. She switched her focus to Deep, taking his length into her other hand and bringing it to her lips. The contrast between the two men was intoxicating—Rishi's cock was thicker, filling her mouth completely, while Deep's was longer, making her throat tighten around him as he hit the back of her throat.
The men groaned in unison, their hands roaming over her breasts and hips as she bobbed her head, alternating between the two. She could feel their excitement growing, their cocks swelling with every stroke of her tongue. The room was a cacophony of pleasure—the slap of skin, the wet sounds of her mouth working them, and their ragged breaths. It was a symphony of lust that had her pussy clenching around Mukesh, her orgasm building with each passing second.
With his cock fully lubricated with her saliva, Deep moved behind her, his warm, strong hands sliding along the contours of her soft skin. She arched her back at the electric sensation, the muscles in her stomach tightening in anticipation. His fingers traced a path down her spine, sending shivers up her body, until they reached the cleft of her ass. He paused for a moment, his breath hot against her ear. "Ready, Bhabhi?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Rekha could only nod, her mouth still full with Rishi's cock. She felt Deep's thumb press against her anus, the pressure building slowly as he worked it in. The feeling was strange, but not unpleasant—a new kind of fullness that had her pussy clenching around Mukesh's cock. She moaned, the vibration sending shockwaves through the room, the sound muffled by Rishi's shaft.
Mukesh tightened his grip on her hips, his cock pumping into her with renewed vigour. She felt the tip of Deep's cock nudging against her, the blunt head pushing against the tight ring of muscle. He paused for a moment, his hand on the small of her back, and whispered, "Ready?" She nodded again; her eyes locked on Mukesh's as she braced herself for the intrusion.
Deep's thumb was replaced with the head of his cock, pressing firmly against her anus. With one hand on Mukesh's chest for balance, she reached back to grip Deep's thigh, giving a silent nod of consent. He took the cue, pushing in with a steady, firm pressure that made her gasp around Rishi's length. The sensation was intense, a blend of pain and pleasure that sent sparks of sensation shooting through her body.
Mukesh adjusted his hold, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he helped Deep align their bodies. The tip of Deep's cock nudged insistently, slipping past the tight resistance of her ass. Rekha felt a moment of panic, her muscles clenching, but she forced herself to relax, remembering the thrill of the earlier dares. The head of Deep's cock slid in, stretching her in a way she had never felt before.
With a grunt of effort, Deep pushed in deeper, the pressure building until she felt a sudden give. A sharp pain pierced through the pleasure, but she bit her lip and held on, her nails digging into Mukesh's shoulders. She heard the men groan in unison, their excitement fuelling her own. She took a deep breath and leaned back, her body opening up to Deep's invasion. His cock slid in with a wet pop, filling her completely.
For a moment, she just sat there, feeling the strange, full sensation of two men inside her. Her pussy was stretched tight around Mukesh, her ass clenching around Deep's thickness. It was an overwhelming sensation, one that had her teetering on the edge of panic and pleasure. But as she grew accustomed to it, she felt a new kind of power. She was the centre of their world, the object of their desire, and she revelled in it.
With a seductive smile, she turned to Rishi and took his cock into her mouth again. The men took the signal immediately, their hips moving in a synchronized rhythm. Mukesh began to thrust upwards, his cock filling her to the brim as Deep pushed in from behind. The two men moved as one, their strokes long and deep, stretching her in a way that was both exquisitely painful and incredibly pleasurable.
Rekha's eyes rolled back in her head as she took in the sensation. The feeling of being so completely filled, so thoroughly claimed, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her pussy clenched around Mukesh's cock as she took Rishi's length into her throat, her moans vibrating around his shaft. The sound of their movements grew louder, the couch squeaking in protest as they picked up the pace.
Deep leaned over her, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass. His hand found her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub with the precision of a maestro. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost unbearable. Her orgasm built, a crescendo of sensation that had her body writhing in ecstasy. The men took turns, switching positions to explore every inch of her, their cocks gliding in and out in a symphony of lust.
Mukesh pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and Rishi took his place. He held her gaze as he entered her, his eyes full of dark desire. Rekha felt a thrill as she realized that she was truly living out her husband's cuckold fantasy. She leaned back into Deep, taking Rishi's length in her pussy with a gasp. The fullness was mind-numbing, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her.
They switched again, Rishi now filling her ass as Mukesh took her pussy. The feeling of two cocks inside her was overwhelming, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She moaned, her body moving instinctively, riding the waves of their desire. The men took turns, their movements fluid and coordinated, each knowing exactly how to bring her closer to the edge.
Her orgasms came in rapid succession, each one more intense than the last. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking with the force of her climaxes. She could feel the men's excitement building, their cocks growing harder with every twitch of her muscles around them. The room was a blur of skin and motion, a tapestry of passion woven in the candlelight.
Mukesh was the first to give in, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her pussy with his hot seed. He groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself, his eyes rolling back in his head. His grip on her waist tightened, his body shuddering with the force of his release. She could feel his cum spilling out of her, the warmth of it running down her thighs.
Deep was next, his cock swelling in her ass as he reached his climax. He growled, his hips slapping against her cheeks as he released himself, his cum joining Mukesh's in her depths. The sensation was indescribable, a fullness that she never knew she could crave. She clenched her muscles around him, her pussy spasming with the intensity of her own orgasm.
Rishi waited, his eyes dark with desire as he watched the other two men fill her. His cock was rock-hard, the veins bulging as he held back, savouring the moment. When it was his turn, he took his time, pulling out and then pushing back in with agonizing slowness. His eyes never left hers, the connection between them electric.
Deep inside her, Rishi could feel Mukesh's cum, a testament to their shared conquest. He groaned, the pressure building as he slammed into her, his hips moving with an animalistic urgency. The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air heavy with the sound of their panting and the slap of skin on skin. Rekha's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans a siren's call that had Rishi's balls tightening.
With one final, powerful thrust, Rishi let go, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her ass. The warmth of his cum mingling with Mukesh's filled her completely, a delicious violation that sent her over the edge. She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, her body trembling with the force of it.
The three men, their bodies slick with sweat and glistening in the candlelight, collapsed onto the couch. Rekha straddled Mukesh's lap, Rishi's cock still in her ass, while Deep lay beside them, his chest heaving with exertion. They were like warriors after battle, their eyes shining with triumph and lust.
The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air charged with a palpable energy. They were all smiling, their faces flushed and their expressions filled with a sense of victory. The tension of the game had transformed into a cacophony of desire and satisfaction, their shared secret a bond that could never be broken.
Neetesh looked at Rekha with a mix of pride and lust, his hand still wrapped around his semi-erect cock, which was coated in his own cum. He had been watching them all along, filming every moment of the night's escapade, his own release a silent testament to his excitement. The video would be a treasure, a memento of the night his deepest fantasy had come true.
The buzzing of Rekha's phone had finally ceased, leaving only the heavy silence of the room, broken by the occasional crackle of a dying Diwali sparkler outside. It was a strange turn of events, one that had brought them all closer together. He could see the change in Rekha—her eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence, her body language was more assertive, and the way she held herself was pure seduction.
Neetesh felt his cock stir again as he announced, "I've invited Rajesh Uncle for tea tomorrow evening." Rekha's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eyes. She was fully aware of the implications behind his innocent words—Rajesh Uncle wasn't just coming for tea; he was coming to witness their depravity firsthand. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious mix of fear and excitement that had her pussy clenching around the cock still buried inside her.
They all knew the risks involved, but the thrill of it was too much to resist. As they lay tangled together on the couch, their bodies spent and sated, they couldn't help but revel in the deliciousness of their shared secret. The whispers of the neighbors had only fuelled their desire, making their clandestine cuckold games all the more erotic.
Rekha finally pulled herself up, her legs shaky and her body sticky with a mix of sweat and cum. She offered a seductive smile to the men before sashaying towards the bathroom. She knew the sight of her naked form leaving the room would leave them all hungry for more. She felt a sense of power that she hadn't experienced before—the power to control and manipulate their desires.
As the water cascaded over her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The heat washed away the stickiness, but it couldn't wash away the memories of the night. Her body felt used, claimed by her husband's friends in the most primal way possible. Yet, it was a feeling she couldn't deny enjoying. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the tender nipples that had been pinched and sucked all evening. The warm water caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she replayed each touch, each kiss, each thrust in her mind.
The shower was a sanctuary of sorts, a place for her to process the whirlwind of emotions that swirled inside her. She felt a strange mix of shame and excitement, arousal and exhaustion. Her pussy was still sensitive, the slightest touch sending shockwaves through her body. She reached down, her hand sliding over the swollen folds, and felt the evidence of their lust—a mix of their cum leaking out of her ass and pussy.
Her mind was a maelstrom of thoughts as the hot water washed over her. How had it come to this? Just hours ago, she had been a proper, married woman, playing host to her husband's friends. Now, she was a sexual plaything, a willing participant in a game that had spun wildly out of control. Yet, she couldn't deny the thrill it brought her, the rush of power she felt as they vied for her attention.
As she stepped out of the shower, the cold tiles against her feet brought her back to reality. Her body was still flushed from the exertion, her skin tingling with the echoes of their touch. She grabbed a towel and dried herself meticulously, savouring the feeling of the soft fabric against her sensitive skin. The yellow satin nighty lay on the bed, a stark contrast against the rumpled white sheets.
One by one, the men emerged from the guest bathroom, each looking a bit more composed than the last. The scent of their cologne mingled with the faint smell of sex that hung in the air. They had all taken turns in the shower, washing away the evidence of their shared conquest. Rishi was the first finish, a towel draped low around his waist, exposing the V of his abs. Mukesh and Deep followed suit. They were dressed in their clothes, which had been hastily retrieved from the living room floor, but the smell of sex clung to them like a second skin. Neetesh looked at his friends with a knowing smile, the glow of his cuckold fantasy still shining brightly on his face. "Thank you all for an... unforgettable night, we will invite you soon for dinner" he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.
"We'll definitely take you up on that invitation," Rishi quipped, his eyes never leaving hers as he zipped up his pants. The tension was palpable as they all knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their friendship. They had crossed a line, but instead of retreating, they were eager to explore the uncharted territory of their desires further.
The End
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The others watched, their own arousal growing as they saw her take charge. Rekha's hand slid down Mukesh's body, her fingers wrapping around his cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. He groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking upward. She broke the kiss, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked into his eyes, full of lust. "I want you," she whispered, her voice husky and filled with need.
Mukesh didn't need any further encouragement. He sat up, his cock standing tall and ready. She straddled him, her wet pussy sliding against his shaft as she positioned herself. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance, sending a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut, and then she sank down onto him, her walls parting to accommodate his thick length.
The sensation of him filling her was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. She moaned, the sound echoing through the room as she began to move her hips, riding him with an urgency that was palpable. Each stroke sent waves of sensation through her, her body tightening around him like a vice. The sound of their skin slapping together was a rhythmic symphony of desire, punctuated by the occasional gasp or moan.
Deep and Rishi, unable to resist the temptation any longer, moved closer to her face. Rekha's eyes snapped open, meeting their hungry gazes, and she knew what they wanted. She leaned forward, her mouth opening to accept Rishi's cock first. He groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as she took him in deep, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit before pulling back. She knew exactly how to drive him wild, and she took pleasure in watching his expression contort with pleasure.
Mukesh's cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her to the brink, but the sensation of Rishi's cock in her mouth added another layer to the experience. She switched her focus to Deep, taking his length into her other hand and bringing it to her lips. The contrast between the two men was intoxicating—Rishi's cock was thicker, filling her mouth completely, while Deep's was longer, making her throat tighten around him as he hit the back of her throat.
The men groaned in unison, their hands roaming over her breasts and hips as she bobbed her head, alternating between the two. She could feel their excitement growing, their cocks swelling with every stroke of her tongue. The room was a cacophony of pleasure—the slap of skin, the wet sounds of her mouth working them, and their ragged breaths. It was a symphony of lust that had her pussy clenching around Mukesh, her orgasm building with each passing second.
With his cock fully lubricated with her saliva, Deep moved behind her, his warm, strong hands sliding along the contours of her soft skin. She arched her back at the electric sensation, the muscles in her stomach tightening in anticipation. His fingers traced a path down her spine, sending shivers up her body, until they reached the cleft of her ass. He paused for a moment, his breath hot against her ear. "Ready, Bhabhi?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Rekha could only nod, her mouth still full with Rishi's cock. She felt Deep's thumb press against her anus, the pressure building slowly as he worked it in. The feeling was strange, but not unpleasant—a new kind of fullness that had her pussy clenching around Mukesh's cock. She moaned, the vibration sending shockwaves through the room, the sound muffled by Rishi's shaft.
Mukesh tightened his grip on her hips, his cock pumping into her with renewed vigour. She felt the tip of Deep's cock nudging against her, the blunt head pushing against the tight ring of muscle. He paused for a moment, his hand on the small of her back, and whispered, "Ready?" She nodded again; her eyes locked on Mukesh's as she braced herself for the intrusion.
Deep's thumb was replaced with the head of his cock, pressing firmly against her anus. With one hand on Mukesh's chest for balance, she reached back to grip Deep's thigh, giving a silent nod of consent. He took the cue, pushing in with a steady, firm pressure that made her gasp around Rishi's length. The sensation was intense, a blend of pain and pleasure that sent sparks of sensation shooting through her body.
Mukesh adjusted his hold, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he helped Deep align their bodies. The tip of Deep's cock nudged insistently, slipping past the tight resistance of her ass. Rekha felt a moment of panic, her muscles clenching, but she forced herself to relax, remembering the thrill of the earlier dares. The head of Deep's cock slid in, stretching her in a way she had never felt before.
With a grunt of effort, Deep pushed in deeper, the pressure building until she felt a sudden give. A sharp pain pierced through the pleasure, but she bit her lip and held on, her nails digging into Mukesh's shoulders. She heard the men groan in unison, their excitement fuelling her own. She took a deep breath and leaned back, her body opening up to Deep's invasion. His cock slid in with a wet pop, filling her completely.
For a moment, she just sat there, feeling the strange, full sensation of two men inside her. Her pussy was stretched tight around Mukesh, her ass clenching around Deep's thickness. It was an overwhelming sensation, one that had her teetering on the edge of panic and pleasure. But as she grew accustomed to it, she felt a new kind of power. She was the centre of their world, the object of their desire, and she revelled in it.
With a seductive smile, she turned to Rishi and took his cock into her mouth again. The men took the signal immediately, their hips moving in a synchronized rhythm. Mukesh began to thrust upwards, his cock filling her to the brim as Deep pushed in from behind. The two men moved as one, their strokes long and deep, stretching her in a way that was both exquisitely painful and incredibly pleasurable.
Rekha's eyes rolled back in her head as she took in the sensation. The feeling of being so completely filled, so thoroughly claimed, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her pussy clenched around Mukesh's cock as she took Rishi's length into her throat, her moans vibrating around his shaft. The sound of their movements grew louder, the couch squeaking in protest as they picked up the pace.
Deep leaned over her, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass. His hand found her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub with the precision of a maestro. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost unbearable. Her orgasm built, a crescendo of sensation that had her body writhing in ecstasy. The men took turns, switching positions to explore every inch of her, their cocks gliding in and out in a symphony of lust.
Mukesh pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and Rishi took his place. He held her gaze as he entered her, his eyes full of dark desire. Rekha felt a thrill as she realized that she was truly living out her husband's cuckold fantasy. She leaned back into Deep, taking Rishi's length in her pussy with a gasp. The fullness was mind-numbing, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her.
They switched again, Rishi now filling her ass as Mukesh took her pussy. The feeling of two cocks inside her was overwhelming, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She moaned, her body moving instinctively, riding the waves of their desire. The men took turns, their movements fluid and coordinated, each knowing exactly how to bring her closer to the edge.
Her orgasms came in rapid succession, each one more intense than the last. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking with the force of her climaxes. She could feel the men's excitement building, their cocks growing harder with every twitch of her muscles around them. The room was a blur of skin and motion, a tapestry of passion woven in the candlelight.
Mukesh was the first to give in, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her pussy with his hot seed. He groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself, his eyes rolling back in his head. His grip on her waist tightened, his body shuddering with the force of his release. She could feel his cum spilling out of her, the warmth of it running down her thighs.
Deep was next, his cock swelling in her ass as he reached his climax. He growled, his hips slapping against her cheeks as he released himself, his cum joining Mukesh's in her depths. The sensation was indescribable, a fullness that she never knew she could crave. She clenched her muscles around him, her pussy spasming with the intensity of her own orgasm.
Rishi waited, his eyes dark with desire as he watched the other two men fill her. His cock was rock-hard, the veins bulging as he held back, savouring the moment. When it was his turn, he took his time, pulling out and then pushing back in with agonizing slowness. His eyes never left hers, the connection between them electric.
Deep inside her, Rishi could feel Mukesh's cum, a testament to their shared conquest. He groaned, the pressure building as he slammed into her, his hips moving with an animalistic urgency. The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air heavy with the sound of their panting and the slap of skin on skin. Rekha's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans a siren's call that had Rishi's balls tightening.
With one final, powerful thrust, Rishi let go, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her ass. The warmth of his cum mingling with Mukesh's filled her completely, a delicious violation that sent her over the edge. She screamed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, her body trembling with the force of it.
The three men, their bodies slick with sweat and glistening in the candlelight, collapsed onto the couch. Rekha straddled Mukesh's lap, Rishi's cock still in her ass, while Deep lay beside them, his chest heaving with exertion. They were like warriors after battle, their eyes shining with triumph and lust.
The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air charged with a palpable energy. They were all smiling, their faces flushed and their expressions filled with a sense of victory. The tension of the game had transformed into a cacophony of desire and satisfaction, their shared secret a bond that could never be broken.
Neetesh looked at Rekha with a mix of pride and lust, his hand still wrapped around his semi-erect cock, which was coated in his own cum. He had been watching them all along, filming every moment of the night's escapade, his own release a silent testament to his excitement. The video would be a treasure, a memento of the night his deepest fantasy had come true.
The buzzing of Rekha's phone had finally ceased, leaving only the heavy silence of the room, broken by the occasional crackle of a dying Diwali sparkler outside. It was a strange turn of events, one that had brought them all closer together. He could see the change in Rekha—her eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence, her body language was more assertive, and the way she held herself was pure seduction.
Neetesh felt his cock stir again as he announced, "I've invited Rajesh Uncle for tea tomorrow evening." Rekha's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eyes. She was fully aware of the implications behind his innocent words—Rajesh Uncle wasn't just coming for tea; he was coming to witness their depravity firsthand. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious mix of fear and excitement that had her pussy clenching around the cock still buried inside her.
They all knew the risks involved, but the thrill of it was too much to resist. As they lay tangled together on the couch, their bodies spent and sated, they couldn't help but revel in the deliciousness of their shared secret. The whispers of the neighbors had only fuelled their desire, making their clandestine cuckold games all the more erotic.
Rekha finally pulled herself up, her legs shaky and her body sticky with a mix of sweat and cum. She offered a seductive smile to the men before sashaying towards the bathroom. She knew the sight of her naked form leaving the room would leave them all hungry for more. She felt a sense of power that she hadn't experienced before—the power to control and manipulate their desires.
As the water cascaded over her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The heat washed away the stickiness, but it couldn't wash away the memories of the night. Her body felt used, claimed by her husband's friends in the most primal way possible. Yet, it was a feeling she couldn't deny enjoying. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling the tender nipples that had been pinched and sucked all evening. The warm water caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she replayed each touch, each kiss, each thrust in her mind.
The shower was a sanctuary of sorts, a place for her to process the whirlwind of emotions that swirled inside her. She felt a strange mix of shame and excitement, arousal and exhaustion. Her pussy was still sensitive, the slightest touch sending shockwaves through her body. She reached down, her hand sliding over the swollen folds, and felt the evidence of their lust—a mix of their cum leaking out of her ass and pussy.
Her mind was a maelstrom of thoughts as the hot water washed over her. How had it come to this? Just hours ago, she had been a proper, married woman, playing host to her husband's friends. Now, she was a sexual plaything, a willing participant in a game that had spun wildly out of control. Yet, she couldn't deny the thrill it brought her, the rush of power she felt as they vied for her attention.
As she stepped out of the shower, the cold tiles against her feet brought her back to reality. Her body was still flushed from the exertion, her skin tingling with the echoes of their touch. She grabbed a towel and dried herself meticulously, savouring the feeling of the soft fabric against her sensitive skin. The yellow satin nighty lay on the bed, a stark contrast against the rumpled white sheets.
One by one, the men emerged from the guest bathroom, each looking a bit more composed than the last. The scent of their cologne mingled with the faint smell of sex that hung in the air. They had all taken turns in the shower, washing away the evidence of their shared conquest. Rishi was the first finish, a towel draped low around his waist, exposing the V of his abs. Mukesh and Deep followed suit. They were dressed in their clothes, which had been hastily retrieved from the living room floor, but the smell of sex clung to them like a second skin. Neetesh looked at his friends with a knowing smile, the glow of his cuckold fantasy still shining brightly on his face. "Thank you all for an... unforgettable night, we will invite you soon for dinner" he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.
"We'll definitely take you up on that invitation," Rishi quipped, his eyes never leaving hers as he zipped up his pants. The tension was palpable as they all knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their friendship. They had crossed a line, but instead of retreating, they were eager to explore the uncharted territory of their desires further.
The End