22-09-2025, 03:23 PM
The cab idled in the secluded lane under the cover of night, the engine humming softly like a distant lullaby. Priya lay sprawled across the back seat, her naked body a canvas of debauchery - fair skin slick with sweat, glistening patches of cum drying on her stomach, breasts, and thighs, the bite marks from Rehan and Salman's possessive mouths throbbing like fresh tattoos.
At 41, her voluptuous figure was flushed and heaving, her long black hair matted and tangled, full red lips swollen from kisses and more. She was sandwiched between Rehan and Salman, their rugged bodies pressed against hers in a post-coital tangle. Rehan, the tall one with his sharp jaw and piercing eyes, had his arm dbangd over her waist, his fingers lazily tracing the curve of her hip.
Salman, broader and tattooed, nuzzled her neck from the other side, his hand cupping one of her heavy breasts, thumb circling the erect nipple. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex - cum, sweat, and arousal, mingling with the faint leather of the seats. Priya felt alive, empowered, her inner slut fully awakened "This is me now - dirty, insatiable, and loving every second. No more hiding."
Her phone buzzed insistently from the floor, where it had fallen during the frenzy. The screen lit up with "Arjun" - her son, calling as promised to check if she'd made it to the resort safely.
Priya's heart skipped a beat, a thrill of naughtiness surging through her.
"Oh, perfect timing, darling. Let's see how you handle this" she thought, a sly smile playing on her lips. She reached down, her body shifting against the men's, causing Salman's hand to squeeze her breast involuntarily.
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"Ahh... mmm," she moaned softly, biting her lip as she picked up the phone. Rehan chuckled low, his fingers dipping lower to tease the edge of her still-sensitive pussy lips, not penetrating but stroking the sticky cum there. Salman leaned in, planting soft kisses on her shoulder, his free hand roaming her thigh.
"Hello? Arjun?" Priya answered breathlessly, her voice husky from the moans she'd been uttering all night. She pressed the phone to her ear, leaning back into Rehan's chest, who wrapped his arm tighter around her, pulling her closer so her ass nestled against his semi-hard cock. Salman, not to be outdone, sucked gently on her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.
"Mom? Finally! I've been calling for the last ten minutes. Where are you? You sound... out of breath," Arjun's voice came through, laced with concern but edged with arousal.
"She's late, and that voice... God, she did it. She actually fucked those two. My fantasy, but hearing it... it's twisting my gut. Is she still with them?" he thought, his hand unconsciously drifting to his crotch, where a familiar hardness was building despite the jealousy gnawing at him.
"Oh, honey, sorry... ahh... I, um, just got out of the cab. The traffic was insane, you know some roads under construction, we had to take a detour," Priya lied smoothly, her words interrupted by a soft gasp as Rehan's fingers spread the cum on her inner thigh, rubbing it in slow circles, inching closer to her clit without touching it directly.
Salman grinned, his hand kneading her breast more firmly now, rolling the nipple between his fingers. "Mmm... yeah, insane," she added, her voice trailing off into a breathy sigh.
Priya wondered "He's so clueless already. Good. Let him be an idiot, just like his father. This is turning me on even more - talking to my son while these two friends of his play with me like their toy."
Arjun paused, the silence heavy on the line. "Out of breath from traffic? Mom, come on. You were supposed to be at resort two hour ago. And that sound... are you okay? It almost sounded like you are hurt."
Arjun wondered: "She's moaning? Right now? If she's still with those fuckers... fuck, my cock is throbbing just thinking about it. But what if it's real? Are they listening"
His mind raced with images from the fantasies she'd spun for him - her with two of his rowdy friends, screaming in pleasure. He adjusted himself in his chair at his friend's place, alone in the guest bedroom.
Priya giggled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down Arjun's spine.
"Hurt? Oh, darling, you're imagining things. I was just... stretching. The cab ride was so long, my back is killing me. Ahh... yes, right there," she said, the last part slipping out as Salman pinched her nipple lightly, tugging it just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her.
Rehan's hand had moved to her other breast now, both men fondling her in tandem, their fingers sticky with the remnants of their cum. She arched her back slightly, pressing her body into their touches, her naked skin sliding against theirs.
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Priya's mind was wandering - "God, this is wicked. Arjun's voice is shaking - he knows, but he wants details. And these two... their hands feel so good, teasing me while I lie to him. I'm such a slut, and I love it."
"Stretching? In the cab? Mom, tell me the truth. Did something happen? You sound... different." Arjun's tone was probing now, a mix of worry and arousal.
Arjun thought: "She's playing with me. That 'ahh' - it's not from stretching. She's with them, naked, covered in their cum. My mom, my beautiful Punajbi MILF, turned into their plaything. Why is my heart pounding so hard? Jealousy or excitement? Both?"
Priya bit her lip to stifle another moan as Rehan leaned in, his lips brushing her neck, planting soft, wet kisses along her collarbone. Salman mirrored him on the other side, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweat on her skin. Their hands roamed freely - Rehan's sliding down to her mound, fingers parting her lips gently to rub the leaking cum over her clit in slow, teasing circles; Salman's kneading her ass cheek, squeezing firmly.
"Different? Oh, Arjun, you're being silly. The cab broke down for a bit - that's why we're late. Ahh... Rehan and Salman fixed it, but it was so boring waiting there. I'm just sweaty and tired."
Arjun sighed, rubbing his temple. "Broke down? In a deserted lane? Mom, I tracked your car from the app- it stopped moving for over two hour. What were you doing? And that moan again... tell me honestly. Did something happen, are you okay?"
And Arjun panicked a bit and thought - "Tracked her? Shit, I shouldn't have admitted that. But I need to know. If she fucked them, like Rehan was pestering her to... God, I'm hard as rock. So turned on. She's probably sticky with their cum right now, those bite marks I fantasize about "
Priya's breath hitched as Rehan's finger dipped just inside her, stirring the cum still leaking from her pussy, not thrusting but swirling it around. Salman sucked on her earlobe, his other hand tracing her spine, making her shiver. She pressed the phone harder to her ear, trying to keep her voice steady.
Priya: "What would happen you silly? Arjun, what are you implying? We were just stuck and just fixed the car. Mmm... Rehan just rubbed my shoulder rub - that's why the 'ahh.' It felt good after sitting so long."
Priya's inner thoughts: "Shoulder rub? Ha, if only he knew it's my clit being rubbed now, cum-smeared fingers teasing me. He's jealous, I can hear it. But he's aroused too - his voice is thicker. This power... it's intoxicating."
"A shoulder rub? From Rehan? Mom, that's not like you. And in a cab? If something happened, you can tell me." Arjun's voice cracked slightly, his hand now fully on his erection, stroking through his pants.
"She's lying, but badly. That 'mmm' - definitely a moan. They rubbed more than her shoulders. My mom, fucked by two rough boys, almost man... the image is killing me, wish I could just see all that"
Priya laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a soft whimper as Salman pinched her nipple again, rolling it between his fingers while Rehan's teasing at her entrance grew more insistent, spreading the sticky cum over her folds. The men were cuddling her tighter now, their bodies warm and hard against hers, cocks twitching occasionally as they played.
Priya: "Fine, if you must know... the rub felt amazing. Ahh... right on the spot. But nothing more, I swear. Pata nahi tum kya hi soch rahe ho, pagal"
And she wondered "He's pushing for details. Wants me to confess so he can maybe jerk off to it. These two are driving me crazy - no penetration, but their touches... I'm dripping again. Slutty me loves lying to him like this. Is Arjun really into this, does he know something already. He's a big boy, but really, is he into me? or just love the idea of me being with his most horny friends"
Arjun groaned audibly, though he tried to mask it. "Mom, I tracked you - the lane was deserted. What really happened? Did they... I mean aap theek ho na? Tell me, please."
Arjun thought - "She's toying with me. That 'ahh' again. They're with her right now, touching her. Cum on her body, naked in the back seat. My fantasy come true, but I want more"
And so the conversation dragged on, Priya weaving lies about a "flat tire" and "friendly chat," interspersed with moans from the men's relentless foreplay - fingers teasing her clit, lips on her neck, hands kneading her breasts and ass.
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Rehan whispered dirty nothings in her free ear, "Priya, tu fir se geeli ho gayi hai, wet again" making her gasp mid-sentence. Salman sucked on her fingers, tasting the dried cum, his hand massaging her thigh higher and higher.
Priya's inner thoughts raced: "Arjun's voice is breaking- Oh God! he knows, but he loves it. These touches... no sex, but I'm on the edge. More, I need more dirtiness."
The call stretched into 45 minutes, Priya's fake stories growing elaborate - a "roadside tea break" explaining her breathlessness, "dancing to music on the radio" for the moans. All while the men cuddled her, making out softly with her neck and shoulders, fingers playing with the cum on her body, rubbing it into her skin like lotion. "Ahh... that tea was hot," she'd say as Rehan licked a trail down her cleavage.
Eventually with the 2 boys persisting her to drop the call, she said: "Come soon, tomorrow baby. Miss you." Hanging up, she turned to the men, moaning freely now.
Priya hung up the phone with a soft click, her breath still ragged from the teasing touches of Rehan and Salman. She tossed the device aside onto the pile of her discarded clothes, her naked body arching back into the men's embraces as they pulled her closer in the cramped back seat.
Rehan's fingers, still slick with the remnants of their cum, traced lazy patterns along her inner thigh, dipping just close enough to her swollen pussy lips to make her hips buck involuntarily.
"Ahh... Rehan ji, fuck!! I'm so turned on" she whispered dirtily, her voice laced with need, grinding her ass against his hardening cock. Salman, on her other side, chuckled deeply, his tattooed hand sliding up to cup her heavy breast again, rolling the nipple between his rough fingers with increasing pressure.
"Priya aunty, tum toh ab full slut ban gayi ho... phone pe bete se jhooth bol rahi thi, aur humare saath maze le rahi thi. Kya baat hai, apne bete ko bhi dhokha de rahi ho?" he teased, his lips brushing her ear as he nipped at the lobe, making her gasp.
Priya moaned softly, enjoying the humiliation, her hand reaching back to stroke Salman's thigh.
"Haan, Salman... I am a slut! dirty, cheap slut!! fucking lying to my son, I love it.. mmmh.. make me beg like a randi."
Rehan laughed, his free hand joining Salman's on her other breast, both men kneading her flesh roughly now, pinching the nipples in unison. The sticky cum on her skin smeared further under their touches, the scent of sex intensifying in the confined space, and Priya felt a fresh wave of arousal pooling between her legs.
"God, this is so wrong... lying to Arjun while these two play with me like their toy. But it feels so right - my inner slut loves the deception, the risk. Let them mock me; it only makes me wetter."
Salman leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck as he trailed kisses down to her shoulder, his tongue lapping at a dried spot of cum there.
Rehan: "Dekho, Priya... tumhari skin pe humara cum laga hai, aur tum phone pe keh rahi thi 'shoulder rub.' Ha ha, shoulder nahi, hum toh tere boobs daba rahe the. Apne bete Arjun ko kya bataogi? Ki mom cab mein do mardon ke saath nangi leti hui thi?" he mocked playfully, his hand sliding down her stomach to join Rehan's at her thighs, their fingers intertwining to spread her legs wider.
Priya whimpered, "Ahh... mmm, haan, I am your slut. Arjun ko bataungi ki his mom is the slut supremer, she loves to be fucked, a lot! His mom is a whore, and he should know that"
She bucked her hips, encouraging them, as Rehan's fingers finally grazed her clit, circling it slowly with the slick cum as lubricant. Salman pinched her nipple harder, tugging it outward, making her arch and cry out softly.
"Ohhhh... yes, waisa hi! mmmhhhh" Priya moaned!!
The men exchanged grins over her head, their cocks twitching against her sides, but they kept it to foreplay - teasing, no penetration, building her frustration deliciously. Rehan nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent mixed with theirs.
Salman: "Tum toh perfect randi ho, Priya... pati ko jhooth, bete ko dhokha, aur humare saath dirty talk. Ab bol, kitni baar aur chudegi humse? We will breed you like a whore that you are"
Priya laughed breathlessly, her body writhing between them, hands roaming their chests.
"They're right - I'm deceiving everyone, but it turns me on. Arjun, my son suspects, My husband is clueless, but this power... I crave it. Let them call me slut; I'll own it."
Rehan shifted slightly, pulling Priya half onto his lap so her back rested against his chest, his arms wrapping around her from behind to fondle both breasts now, squeezing them together and releasing, watching them jiggle.
"Ahh... Rehan, squeeze them hard, ouuuchh.. aaahh" she purred dirtily, her head falling back onto his shoulder as she spread her legs wider, inviting Salman's hand to explore.
Salman obliged, his fingers tracing the cum trails down her thighs, scooping some and rubbing it onto her clit in slow, firm circles
"Priya aunty, tumhari ye choot ab humari hai... phone pe bete se baat karte hue bhi geeli ho rahi thi. Apne bete ke saamne bhi aise hi karogi? Slut ban ke dhokha dogi usko?" he taunted, his voice low and mocking, leaning in to kiss her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth.
Priya kissed back hungrily, moaning into his lips, "Mmm... ahh, yes Salman... I am a slut, I am having fun by cheating on my family. Finger faster, rub the clit hard... make me your dirty whore."
The teasing words only fueled her, her hips grinding against their hands, body slick and responsive. Rehan pinched her nipples in rhythm with Salman's clit rubs, tugging them outward.
Rehan: "Tum toh born slut ho, Priya... family ko cheat kar ke humare cum se khel rahi ho. Bol, kitni dirty banegi ab? [You're a born slut, dear... You're cheating on our family and playing with our cum. Tell me, how dirty will you be now?]"
Priya gasped, enjoying the degradation, her inner thoughts swirling: "Yes, humiliate me more - it's making me crave even dirtier things. Deceiving Arjun... it's wrong, but so thrilling. I'm their slut now, and I love it."
Salman broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck to her collarbone, sucking gently on the skin there, leaving faint marks as his fingers continued their relentless teasing on her clit - circling, flicking, pressing just enough to edge her without letting her cum.
"Ahhh... Salman, suck there hard... mark me like you did on my boobs" Priya begged dirtily, her hand reaching down to guide his, pressing his fingers harder against her.
Rehan, from behind, slid one hand lower, his fingers joining Salman's at her pussy, spreading the lips wide and rubbing the inner folds with cum-slick digits.
"Priya, look at your wet pussy... you were telling your son on the phone about the rub, ha ha... you were actually getting rubbed by my hands. Will you cheat on your son Arjun like this again ? Will you roam around naked in front of him like a slut?" he mocked, his other hand pulling her hair back gently to expose her neck for more kisses.
Priya moaned louder, "Ohhhh... yes, Rehan... pull my hair like that! I am a slut, I am enjoying myself by cheating on Arjun. Rub your fingers inside, tease me more... make me beg like a true whore."
The men laughed softly, their touches intensifying - fingers dancing over her most sensitive spots, lips and teeth grazing her skin, building her arousal to a fever pitch without release. Salman sucked on her shoulder, his free hand massaging her ass cheek, spreading it slightly. She rubbed their cocks till they both ejaculated cum on both her hands...
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Priya's body trembled between them, fully immersed in the foreplay, her thoughts a whirlwind:
"This teasing is torture, but so delicious. They're right - I'm a slut for deceiving my family. But I don't care. I want more, dirtier, forever."
At 41, her voluptuous figure was flushed and heaving, her long black hair matted and tangled, full red lips swollen from kisses and more. She was sandwiched between Rehan and Salman, their rugged bodies pressed against hers in a post-coital tangle. Rehan, the tall one with his sharp jaw and piercing eyes, had his arm dbangd over her waist, his fingers lazily tracing the curve of her hip.
Salman, broader and tattooed, nuzzled her neck from the other side, his hand cupping one of her heavy breasts, thumb circling the erect nipple. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex - cum, sweat, and arousal, mingling with the faint leather of the seats. Priya felt alive, empowered, her inner slut fully awakened "This is me now - dirty, insatiable, and loving every second. No more hiding."
Her phone buzzed insistently from the floor, where it had fallen during the frenzy. The screen lit up with "Arjun" - her son, calling as promised to check if she'd made it to the resort safely.
Priya's heart skipped a beat, a thrill of naughtiness surging through her.
"Oh, perfect timing, darling. Let's see how you handle this" she thought, a sly smile playing on her lips. She reached down, her body shifting against the men's, causing Salman's hand to squeeze her breast involuntarily.
"Ahh... mmm," she moaned softly, biting her lip as she picked up the phone. Rehan chuckled low, his fingers dipping lower to tease the edge of her still-sensitive pussy lips, not penetrating but stroking the sticky cum there. Salman leaned in, planting soft kisses on her shoulder, his free hand roaming her thigh.
"Hello? Arjun?" Priya answered breathlessly, her voice husky from the moans she'd been uttering all night. She pressed the phone to her ear, leaning back into Rehan's chest, who wrapped his arm tighter around her, pulling her closer so her ass nestled against his semi-hard cock. Salman, not to be outdone, sucked gently on her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.
"Mom? Finally! I've been calling for the last ten minutes. Where are you? You sound... out of breath," Arjun's voice came through, laced with concern but edged with arousal.
"She's late, and that voice... God, she did it. She actually fucked those two. My fantasy, but hearing it... it's twisting my gut. Is she still with them?" he thought, his hand unconsciously drifting to his crotch, where a familiar hardness was building despite the jealousy gnawing at him.
"Oh, honey, sorry... ahh... I, um, just got out of the cab. The traffic was insane, you know some roads under construction, we had to take a detour," Priya lied smoothly, her words interrupted by a soft gasp as Rehan's fingers spread the cum on her inner thigh, rubbing it in slow circles, inching closer to her clit without touching it directly.
Salman grinned, his hand kneading her breast more firmly now, rolling the nipple between his fingers. "Mmm... yeah, insane," she added, her voice trailing off into a breathy sigh.
Priya wondered "He's so clueless already. Good. Let him be an idiot, just like his father. This is turning me on even more - talking to my son while these two friends of his play with me like their toy."
Arjun paused, the silence heavy on the line. "Out of breath from traffic? Mom, come on. You were supposed to be at resort two hour ago. And that sound... are you okay? It almost sounded like you are hurt."
Arjun wondered: "She's moaning? Right now? If she's still with those fuckers... fuck, my cock is throbbing just thinking about it. But what if it's real? Are they listening"
His mind raced with images from the fantasies she'd spun for him - her with two of his rowdy friends, screaming in pleasure. He adjusted himself in his chair at his friend's place, alone in the guest bedroom.
Priya giggled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down Arjun's spine.
"Hurt? Oh, darling, you're imagining things. I was just... stretching. The cab ride was so long, my back is killing me. Ahh... yes, right there," she said, the last part slipping out as Salman pinched her nipple lightly, tugging it just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her.
Rehan's hand had moved to her other breast now, both men fondling her in tandem, their fingers sticky with the remnants of their cum. She arched her back slightly, pressing her body into their touches, her naked skin sliding against theirs.
Priya's mind was wandering - "God, this is wicked. Arjun's voice is shaking - he knows, but he wants details. And these two... their hands feel so good, teasing me while I lie to him. I'm such a slut, and I love it."
"Stretching? In the cab? Mom, tell me the truth. Did something happen? You sound... different." Arjun's tone was probing now, a mix of worry and arousal.
Arjun thought: "She's playing with me. That 'ahh' - it's not from stretching. She's with them, naked, covered in their cum. My mom, my beautiful Punajbi MILF, turned into their plaything. Why is my heart pounding so hard? Jealousy or excitement? Both?"
Priya bit her lip to stifle another moan as Rehan leaned in, his lips brushing her neck, planting soft, wet kisses along her collarbone. Salman mirrored him on the other side, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweat on her skin. Their hands roamed freely - Rehan's sliding down to her mound, fingers parting her lips gently to rub the leaking cum over her clit in slow, teasing circles; Salman's kneading her ass cheek, squeezing firmly.
"Different? Oh, Arjun, you're being silly. The cab broke down for a bit - that's why we're late. Ahh... Rehan and Salman fixed it, but it was so boring waiting there. I'm just sweaty and tired."
Arjun sighed, rubbing his temple. "Broke down? In a deserted lane? Mom, I tracked your car from the app- it stopped moving for over two hour. What were you doing? And that moan again... tell me honestly. Did something happen, are you okay?"
And Arjun panicked a bit and thought - "Tracked her? Shit, I shouldn't have admitted that. But I need to know. If she fucked them, like Rehan was pestering her to... God, I'm hard as rock. So turned on. She's probably sticky with their cum right now, those bite marks I fantasize about "
Priya's breath hitched as Rehan's finger dipped just inside her, stirring the cum still leaking from her pussy, not thrusting but swirling it around. Salman sucked on her earlobe, his other hand tracing her spine, making her shiver. She pressed the phone harder to her ear, trying to keep her voice steady.
Priya: "What would happen you silly? Arjun, what are you implying? We were just stuck and just fixed the car. Mmm... Rehan just rubbed my shoulder rub - that's why the 'ahh.' It felt good after sitting so long."
Priya's inner thoughts: "Shoulder rub? Ha, if only he knew it's my clit being rubbed now, cum-smeared fingers teasing me. He's jealous, I can hear it. But he's aroused too - his voice is thicker. This power... it's intoxicating."
"A shoulder rub? From Rehan? Mom, that's not like you. And in a cab? If something happened, you can tell me." Arjun's voice cracked slightly, his hand now fully on his erection, stroking through his pants.
"She's lying, but badly. That 'mmm' - definitely a moan. They rubbed more than her shoulders. My mom, fucked by two rough boys, almost man... the image is killing me, wish I could just see all that"
Priya laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a soft whimper as Salman pinched her nipple again, rolling it between his fingers while Rehan's teasing at her entrance grew more insistent, spreading the sticky cum over her folds. The men were cuddling her tighter now, their bodies warm and hard against hers, cocks twitching occasionally as they played.
Priya: "Fine, if you must know... the rub felt amazing. Ahh... right on the spot. But nothing more, I swear. Pata nahi tum kya hi soch rahe ho, pagal"
And she wondered "He's pushing for details. Wants me to confess so he can maybe jerk off to it. These two are driving me crazy - no penetration, but their touches... I'm dripping again. Slutty me loves lying to him like this. Is Arjun really into this, does he know something already. He's a big boy, but really, is he into me? or just love the idea of me being with his most horny friends"
Arjun groaned audibly, though he tried to mask it. "Mom, I tracked you - the lane was deserted. What really happened? Did they... I mean aap theek ho na? Tell me, please."
Arjun thought - "She's toying with me. That 'ahh' again. They're with her right now, touching her. Cum on her body, naked in the back seat. My fantasy come true, but I want more"
And so the conversation dragged on, Priya weaving lies about a "flat tire" and "friendly chat," interspersed with moans from the men's relentless foreplay - fingers teasing her clit, lips on her neck, hands kneading her breasts and ass.
Rehan whispered dirty nothings in her free ear, "Priya, tu fir se geeli ho gayi hai, wet again" making her gasp mid-sentence. Salman sucked on her fingers, tasting the dried cum, his hand massaging her thigh higher and higher.
Priya's inner thoughts raced: "Arjun's voice is breaking- Oh God! he knows, but he loves it. These touches... no sex, but I'm on the edge. More, I need more dirtiness."
The call stretched into 45 minutes, Priya's fake stories growing elaborate - a "roadside tea break" explaining her breathlessness, "dancing to music on the radio" for the moans. All while the men cuddled her, making out softly with her neck and shoulders, fingers playing with the cum on her body, rubbing it into her skin like lotion. "Ahh... that tea was hot," she'd say as Rehan licked a trail down her cleavage.
Eventually with the 2 boys persisting her to drop the call, she said: "Come soon, tomorrow baby. Miss you." Hanging up, she turned to the men, moaning freely now.
Priya hung up the phone with a soft click, her breath still ragged from the teasing touches of Rehan and Salman. She tossed the device aside onto the pile of her discarded clothes, her naked body arching back into the men's embraces as they pulled her closer in the cramped back seat.
Rehan's fingers, still slick with the remnants of their cum, traced lazy patterns along her inner thigh, dipping just close enough to her swollen pussy lips to make her hips buck involuntarily.
"Ahh... Rehan ji, fuck!! I'm so turned on" she whispered dirtily, her voice laced with need, grinding her ass against his hardening cock. Salman, on her other side, chuckled deeply, his tattooed hand sliding up to cup her heavy breast again, rolling the nipple between his rough fingers with increasing pressure.
"Priya aunty, tum toh ab full slut ban gayi ho... phone pe bete se jhooth bol rahi thi, aur humare saath maze le rahi thi. Kya baat hai, apne bete ko bhi dhokha de rahi ho?" he teased, his lips brushing her ear as he nipped at the lobe, making her gasp.
Priya moaned softly, enjoying the humiliation, her hand reaching back to stroke Salman's thigh.
"Haan, Salman... I am a slut! dirty, cheap slut!! fucking lying to my son, I love it.. mmmh.. make me beg like a randi."
Rehan laughed, his free hand joining Salman's on her other breast, both men kneading her flesh roughly now, pinching the nipples in unison. The sticky cum on her skin smeared further under their touches, the scent of sex intensifying in the confined space, and Priya felt a fresh wave of arousal pooling between her legs.
"God, this is so wrong... lying to Arjun while these two play with me like their toy. But it feels so right - my inner slut loves the deception, the risk. Let them mock me; it only makes me wetter."
Salman leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck as he trailed kisses down to her shoulder, his tongue lapping at a dried spot of cum there.
Rehan: "Dekho, Priya... tumhari skin pe humara cum laga hai, aur tum phone pe keh rahi thi 'shoulder rub.' Ha ha, shoulder nahi, hum toh tere boobs daba rahe the. Apne bete Arjun ko kya bataogi? Ki mom cab mein do mardon ke saath nangi leti hui thi?" he mocked playfully, his hand sliding down her stomach to join Rehan's at her thighs, their fingers intertwining to spread her legs wider.
Priya whimpered, "Ahh... mmm, haan, I am your slut. Arjun ko bataungi ki his mom is the slut supremer, she loves to be fucked, a lot! His mom is a whore, and he should know that"
She bucked her hips, encouraging them, as Rehan's fingers finally grazed her clit, circling it slowly with the slick cum as lubricant. Salman pinched her nipple harder, tugging it outward, making her arch and cry out softly.
"Ohhhh... yes, waisa hi! mmmhhhh" Priya moaned!!
The men exchanged grins over her head, their cocks twitching against her sides, but they kept it to foreplay - teasing, no penetration, building her frustration deliciously. Rehan nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent mixed with theirs.
Salman: "Tum toh perfect randi ho, Priya... pati ko jhooth, bete ko dhokha, aur humare saath dirty talk. Ab bol, kitni baar aur chudegi humse? We will breed you like a whore that you are"
Priya laughed breathlessly, her body writhing between them, hands roaming their chests.
"They're right - I'm deceiving everyone, but it turns me on. Arjun, my son suspects, My husband is clueless, but this power... I crave it. Let them call me slut; I'll own it."
Rehan shifted slightly, pulling Priya half onto his lap so her back rested against his chest, his arms wrapping around her from behind to fondle both breasts now, squeezing them together and releasing, watching them jiggle.
"Ahh... Rehan, squeeze them hard, ouuuchh.. aaahh" she purred dirtily, her head falling back onto his shoulder as she spread her legs wider, inviting Salman's hand to explore.
Salman obliged, his fingers tracing the cum trails down her thighs, scooping some and rubbing it onto her clit in slow, firm circles
"Priya aunty, tumhari ye choot ab humari hai... phone pe bete se baat karte hue bhi geeli ho rahi thi. Apne bete ke saamne bhi aise hi karogi? Slut ban ke dhokha dogi usko?" he taunted, his voice low and mocking, leaning in to kiss her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth.
Priya kissed back hungrily, moaning into his lips, "Mmm... ahh, yes Salman... I am a slut, I am having fun by cheating on my family. Finger faster, rub the clit hard... make me your dirty whore."
The teasing words only fueled her, her hips grinding against their hands, body slick and responsive. Rehan pinched her nipples in rhythm with Salman's clit rubs, tugging them outward.
Rehan: "Tum toh born slut ho, Priya... family ko cheat kar ke humare cum se khel rahi ho. Bol, kitni dirty banegi ab? [You're a born slut, dear... You're cheating on our family and playing with our cum. Tell me, how dirty will you be now?]"
Priya gasped, enjoying the degradation, her inner thoughts swirling: "Yes, humiliate me more - it's making me crave even dirtier things. Deceiving Arjun... it's wrong, but so thrilling. I'm their slut now, and I love it."
Salman broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck to her collarbone, sucking gently on the skin there, leaving faint marks as his fingers continued their relentless teasing on her clit - circling, flicking, pressing just enough to edge her without letting her cum.
"Ahhh... Salman, suck there hard... mark me like you did on my boobs" Priya begged dirtily, her hand reaching down to guide his, pressing his fingers harder against her.
Rehan, from behind, slid one hand lower, his fingers joining Salman's at her pussy, spreading the lips wide and rubbing the inner folds with cum-slick digits.
"Priya, look at your wet pussy... you were telling your son on the phone about the rub, ha ha... you were actually getting rubbed by my hands. Will you cheat on your son Arjun like this again ? Will you roam around naked in front of him like a slut?" he mocked, his other hand pulling her hair back gently to expose her neck for more kisses.
Priya moaned louder, "Ohhhh... yes, Rehan... pull my hair like that! I am a slut, I am enjoying myself by cheating on Arjun. Rub your fingers inside, tease me more... make me beg like a true whore."
The men laughed softly, their touches intensifying - fingers dancing over her most sensitive spots, lips and teeth grazing her skin, building her arousal to a fever pitch without release. Salman sucked on her shoulder, his free hand massaging her ass cheek, spreading it slightly. She rubbed their cocks till they both ejaculated cum on both her hands...
Priya's body trembled between them, fully immersed in the foreplay, her thoughts a whirlwind:
"This teasing is torture, but so delicious. They're right - I'm a slut for deceiving my family. But I don't care. I want more, dirtier, forever."
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