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The day before holi Shweta had to go for a birthday Party in the evening. The evening was buzzing with excitement as Shweta attended a party, her gorgeous silk saree catching the eye of everyone in the room. The fabric clung to her curves, and beneath it, she wore a delicate bralette, adding a touch of intimacy to her ensemble. Shweta moved gracefully through the crowd, her confidence shining through.




Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a message from Komilla. "Shweta, darling! I'm outside. Get ready, we're heading to the farmhouse for a Holi celebration! Wear something comfortable, and don't worry about extra clothes—I've got you covered."

Shweta's eyes widened in surprise. She quickly excused herself from the party and rushed outside, where Komilla was waiting in a sleek car. Komilla, dressed in a revealing outfit that left little to the imagination, greeted her with a warm embrace. 



Komilla : "Shweta, you look stunning!" Komilla exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "But we need to hurry. The others are waiting, and we have a long drive ahead of us."

As they pulled up to Shweta's house, Raj was already waiting, his expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Komilla stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the pavement, and introduced herself with a charming smile.



Komilla : "Raj, it's so nice to meet you! I'm Komilla, and I'm thrilled to have you join us on this adventure. We're heading to a secluded farmhouse for an unforgettable Holi celebration."



Raj : ( nodded) "That sounds interesting, Komilla. I'm in. But what about the drive? Is it going to be a long journey."



Komilla : (waved a dismissive hand, her smile never wavering) "Don't you worry about that, Raj. Your seat is booked beside the driver. You'll be our navigator, ensuring we don't miss a single turn or let the driver doze off. It's a crucial role, and I know you're up for the task."

As they made their way to the car, Shweta and Raj were introduced to their travel companions. There was Mohit, a tall and muscular man with a charming smile, and his wife Rashmi, a stunning woman with long, raven hair and a seductive presence. Arjun and Danny, both tall and well-built, completed the group. Shweta noticed that Komilla and Rashmi were dressed in revealing outfits, their curves accentuated by the tight, sexy fabrics. She felt a pang of discomfort, realizing that she was the only one in a thin saree, with no change of clothes for the trip.


"Welcome, welcome!" Mohit exclaimed, his voice deep and resonant. "We're thrilled to have you join us on this adventure."
Rashmi smiled, her eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and something more primal. "Yes, it's going to be a memorable journey," she purred, her voice a low, throaty sound.


As they approached the car, Shweta's eyes widened in surprise. It was a compact 4-seater, barely large enough to accommodate five people comfortably. The reality of the situation dawned on her—someone would have to sit on someone else's lap for the entire journey.

Komilla, noticing Shweta's discomfort, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, darling. We'll make it work. It's just a short trip, after all."

As they settled into the car, the dynamics became clear. Rashmi agreed to sit on Mohit's lap, her body pressing against his as she adjusted herself comfortably. Arjun and Danny took the back seat, their large frames filling the space, leaving little room for maneuver.


Shweta found herself sandwiched between Komilla and Danny, her thin saree offering little protection against the press of their bodies. She could feel the heat radiating from Danny's muscular frame, his presence both intimidating and arousing. Komilla, ever the attentive friend, ensured that Shweta was as comfortable as possible, her touch soothing and reassuring.

As the car pulled out of the driveway, the journey began in earnest. The road was a bumpy, pothole-riddled path, the car jostling and jerking with every uneven surface. The five-hour drive promised to be a test of endurance and patience.

The conversation in the car was lively, filled with laughter and playful banter. Mohit and Arjun regaled them with stories of their adventures, their voices deep and engaging. Rashmi and Komilla added their own anecdotes, their laughter a sultry sound that filled the car with a charged atmosphere.

Shweta, despite her initial discomfort, found herself drawn into the conversation, her inhibitions slowly melting away. The close proximity of their bodies, the warmth of their touches, and the electric energy in the air created a heady mix of sensations that left her feeling both vulnerable and empowered.

As the car continued to navigate the treacherous road, the passengers adjusted and readjusted, their bodies pressing and shifting against one another. Shweta could feel the firm muscles of Danny's thighs beneath her, the steady rhythm of his breath against her back. Komilla's hand rested on her knee, a comforting presence that grounded her in the moment.

As the car journeyed through the winding roads, the atmosphere inside grew increasingly charged. Shweta, sitting between Komilla and Danny, felt a mix of discomfort and arousal. The close proximity of their bodies, the warmth of their touches, and the electric energy in the air created a heady mix of sensations that left her feeling both vulnerable and empowered.


Suddenly, Mohit's hand snaked under Rashmi's top, his fingers squeezing her breasts with a familiarity that spoke of their intimate relationship. Shweta blushed, feeling a flush spread across her cheeks as she averted her gaze, trying to focus on the passing scenery.

Rashmi, noticing Shweta's discomfort, turned to her with a knowing smile. "Don't be shy, Shweta. We're all friends here," she purred, her voice a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down Shweta's spine. The ride had been going on for about an hour, and the need for a break became apparent. The car pulled over to the side of the road, and everyone tumbled out, stretching their cramped muscles and relieving themselves. The women, however, faced a dilemma—they needed to pee, and there were no restrooms in sight.


Komilla, ever the adventurous one, took the lead. She walked a few steps away from the car, lifted her skirt, and began to pee right there on the side of the road. Her thighs and a glimpse of her pussy were visible to Raj in the rear-view mirror, adding to the already charged atmosphere. Mohit, Danny, Arjun and Raj all one by one  relieved themselves near by the bushes. 



After komilla finished peeing she went to Shweta and asked her why she is not relieving herself. Shweta out of discomfort bluntly said she doesn't want to pee right now. Komilla understood the situation and without asking Shweta anything she pulled her saree  upto her back exposing her ass and her white panty. 



Komilla : Shweta if you want I can hold your saree like this , lower your panty and pee right now. Next we will stop after almost an hour or two for refreshments.  

The scene was visible to almost everyone over there and shweta was feeling very embarrassed. She lowered and adjusted her saree and went near Raj. 

Raj: Shweta I guess Komilla is right. You can relieve yourself here otherwise again you will have to hold on to your pee for long.

Shweta: Actually there are three unknown guys over here and moreover my panty is bit tight so I cannot squat with it. If I stand and pee it will create stain in my saree. So better I will adjust and control for few more hours. 

Shweta, feeling shy and uncomfortable, hesitated. She tried to control her bladder, deciding she would rather hold it in than expose herself like that. Rashmi, noticing Shweta's predicament, suggested a solution. "Shweta, why don't you sit in the car? Either you or Komilla can sit on my lap now. It's more comfortable than peeing out here." Komilla, seizing the opportunity, quickly ran back to the car and claimed a seat, leaving Shweta standing awkwardly by the roadside. With no other option, Shweta reluctantly approached the car and sat on Rashmi's lap. 

As Shweta was heavier as compared to the other girls Rashmi couldn't take shweta for more than 30mins. She requested shweta to shift to Mohit's lap as he can easily carry her weight.  She was bit reluctantly, her heart racing with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. As she lifted her ass from Rashmi's lap, Mohit patted his lap invitingly. "Come on, Shweta. Make yourself comfortable," he said, his voice deep and reassuring.

Shweta blushed deeply, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze on her as she lowered herself onto Mohit's lap. His firm thighs supported her, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers. Mohit's shorts brushed against Shweta's skin as the car hit a bump, jolting her body closer to his. His hand, warm and firm, slid up her thigh, the fabric of her saree whispering against his skin. Shweta stiffened, her breath catching in her throat as his grip tightened, pulling her even closer. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, and whispered, "Just relax, Shweta. We're all friends here."


Her heart raced, pounding in her ears as she swallowed hard, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance. She couldn't believe what was happening, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations. The countryside blurred past the window, a kaleidoscope of greens and browns, interrupted only by the occasional splash of color from a distant village.


As the ride progressed, Mohit's hand grew bolder, sliding up to her waist and then cupping her breast. Shweta gasped, the sound lost in the chatter and the music. She looked around, hoping no one had noticed, but everyone else seemed engrossed in their own conversations. Her husband, Raj, was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, oblivious to the storm brewing in the back seat.

Her breath hitched when Rashmi announced, "I need to pee!" The car pulled over onto the side of the road, and the women piled out to relieve themselves. Shweta felt a strange mix of relief and dread as she stepped onto the dusty shoulder, the cool air caressing her skin.


Komilla followed her into the bushes, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and something more primal. "Shweta, open up your panty here," she said, her voice low and conspiratorial. "No one will see it here. And then sit to pee where I will show you. If you don't pee, your bladder will burst."


Shweta blinked, surprised by the request. "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without a word, Shweta trusted Komilla and slowly lifted her saree, revealing her thighs. Komilla's eyes sparkled with amusement as she signaled Rashmi to come nearer. Rashmi, with a wicked grin, grabbed Shweta's panty and lowered it to her feet. "Lift your leg, Shweta," she commanded, her voice laced with authority. "I'll take care of this for you."

Shweta complied, lifting her leg as Rashmi pulled the panty off, leaving her completely exposed. "I'll give it back once you're done peeing," Rashmi said, her tone mocking. But instead of returning the panty, she walked back to the car, waving it tauntingly in front of everyone. "Here, Raj, keep your wife's panty safe. She won't be needing it for the rest of the trip," she teased, throwing the panty at Raj and mockingly saying, "Smell her panty and enjoy yourself."

The guys in the car erupted in laughter, their eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something more carnal. But their laughter suddenly stopped as they caught a glimpse in the rear-view mirror. Shweta's curvy ass was fully visible, and streams of pee wet the road, creating a sight that was both vulgar and strangely alluring. Her ass was juicy and inviting, and the guys exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a hunger that needed no words.



Raj saw the entire thing too, his reflection in the side mirror a picture of patience and curiosity. He understood now that the whole point of this Holi celebration was not just entertainment but a deeper, more intimate kind of fun—one that involved his wife in ways he had never imagined. And with Komilla and Rashmi orchestrating the events, he knew that the night was far from over.

As Shweta finished peeing, she turned to Rashmi with a expectant look. "Rashmi, can I have my panty back, please?" she asked, her voice a mix of hope and uncertainty.


Rashmi, with a blunt and dismissive tone, replied, "Don't be an aunty, Shweta. Who wears panty under a saree, anyway? And besides, we'll reach the farmhouse in just an hour . Wear whatever you want then."


With that, they all headed back to the car, the atmosphere thick with anticipation and a palpable tension. Shweta, still feeling the cool air on her bare skin, hesitated before climbing into the car. Mohit, eagerly awaiting her return, pulled her onto his lap with a firm and possessive grip. As she settled, Shweta's saree rode up, exposing her thighs to her knees. Unaware of the situation, she shifted uncomfortably, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread.

Mohit, sensing her vulnerability, grew bolder. His hands, warm and insistent, began to explore her body, squeezing her breasts with a confidence that left her breathless. Shweta, out of shock, looked towards Komilla for support, her eyes wide with a silent plea for guidance.



Komilla, with an erotic smile playing on her lips, signaled towards the other side of the car, where Rashmi was wrapped in Danny's arms, her moans of pleasure barely muffled by the chatter and music. Komilla then pressed Shweta's hand, a gentle but firm gesture, signaling her to remain silent and still. Her eyes flicked towards Raj, a warning in their depths—if Shweta made a sound, her husband would surely notice the intimate scene unfolding behind him.


Shweta, understanding the unspoken command, bit her lip to stifle any sound that might escape. Mohit's hands continued their exploration, tracing the curves of her body with a skilled and sensual touch. His breath, hot and ragged, brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, a testament to his arousal and desire.



The car filled with a charged atmosphere, the air thick with the scent of their combined arousal and the underlying notes of perfume and cologne. Shweta's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations that left her dizzy and disoriented. She stole glances at her husband, wondering if he could sense the storm of emotions and desires raging within her. Komilla, ever the attentive observer, leaned in close, her lips brushing against Shweta's ear as she whispered, "Just let go, Shweta. Embrace the moment and the sensations. We're all here for you, and no one will judge you for enjoying this."

As the car continued to navigate the bumpy roads, Mohit's hands grew even more adventurous. He slipped a hand beneath her saree, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, inching closer to her most intimate place. Shweta's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Rashmi, noticing Shweta's growing discomfort and arousal, turned to her with a wicked grin. "Enjoying yourself, Shweta?" she teased, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and something more primal. "Remember, no one can see us back here. Just let yourself go."

As the car continued its journey, the flickering streetlights and passing vehicles cast intermittent glimpses into the rearview mirror, revealing a scene that left Raj's heart pounding. With each flash of light, he caught sight of Shweta's compromising position, her saree lifted to her waist, exposing her naked lower body. The knowledge that her panty was safely tucked in his pocket only heightened the intensity of the moment. Raj's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain his composure and focus on the road ahead.


In the back seat, Mohit's hands were everywhere, exploring every curve and crevice of Shweta's body with a confident and insistent touch. His lips trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck, his tongue teasing her earlobe with a skill that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. One hand cupped her breast, his thumb circling her nipple through the thin fabric of her bralette, while the other slipped between her thighs, his fingers deftly parting her folds and delving into her wetness.



Shweta was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, her mind screaming for her to stop this madness, but her body betraying her with every touch. She tried to divert her attention, looking out the window at the passing scenery, but the sensations overwhelming her senses made it impossible to think straight. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her heart racing as Mohit's fingers moved in a rhythm that matched the pounding of her pulse. As if sensing her inner turmoil, Mohit leaned in closer, his voice a low, sensual murmur in her ear. "Just let go, Shweta. Raj cannot see us back here. Enjoy the ride."

Shweta's eyes fluttered closed, her body responding to his touch with a willingness that surprised even her. She stole a glance at Raj, seeing a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps, or a deeper understanding of the dynamics at play. He remained focused on the road, but Shweta could sense his awareness of the charged atmosphere in the back seat, the tension that hung heavy in the air.

Rashmi, noticing Shweta's growing discomfort and arousal, turned to her with a wicked grin. "Enjoying yourself, Shweta?" she teased, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and something more primal. "Remember, no one can see us back here. Just let yourself go."

Shweta blushed deeply, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She tried to adjust her pallu, attempting to cover Mohit's hand as it rubbed her pussy through her bralette, but Rashmi made it worse when she grabbed the strap of Shweta's bralette and pulled it down. As soon as she did that, Shweta's breast spilled out, the cool air of the car caressing her exposed skin, sending a new wave of sensations through her body.



Danny, seeing this, gave a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was both intimidating and alluring. He patted Shweta's thighs, a gesture that spoke volumes, almost saying, "We own you, slut. And we will enjoy you one by one."


Shweta's breath hitched, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. She looked towards Komilla, seeking some semblance of support or guidance, but Komilla only offered an erotic smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and something more primal. Komilla's presence was both reassuring and unnerving, her confident demeanor a stark contrast to Shweta's nervousness. As for Mohit, his desires heightened by the intimate encounter, adjusted his shorts, freeing his cock from its confines. He pressed it against Shweta's ass, the hard length of him a testament to his arousal and need. Shweta stiffened, her body tensing at the unexpected contact, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.


Mohit, sensing her hesitation, leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Just relax, Shweta. Let me in," he murmured, his voice a low, sensual plea. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock pressing against her, seeking entry.



Shweta's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations that left her dizzy and disoriented. She wanted to give in, to let herself go and embrace the pleasure that awaited her, but a lingering sense of reluctance held her back. Mohit, misinterpreting her silence as consent, thrust forward, his cock pushing against her resistant flesh.



A sharp pain shot through Shweta, a mix of discomfort and pleasure that left her gasping. Mohit, realizing her unwillingness, pulled back, a frustrated groan escaping his lips. "Fuck, Shweta. Just let go," he muttered, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive intensity.


Before he could make another attempt, Komilla's voice cut through the charged atmosphere, a low, warning whisper. "Wait, Mohit. We're almost at the farmhouse. And remember, Shweta is ours for four days. There's plenty of time to explore and enjoy." Mohit then pushed shweta a bit forward as if she was leaning on the seat before her. He now removed shweta's pallu entirely and freed both of her boobs and started to squeeze them harder and at the same time started rubbing his dick on shweta's pussy. Komilla was bit shocked to see this and looked towards Rashmi. She smiled and told Komilla "let him finish fast". 

The pace with which Mohit was rubbing his dick in Shweta's ass has now increased a lot. After 5-6 more rubs mohit screamed out " Ahhhhhhhh" and he ejaculated on Shweta's ass and the semen started to roll down through her thighs. Hearing Mohit's Sound Raj tried to turn to which he was diverted by Rashmi saying your wife is quite heavy. Even mohit is now unable to carry her it seems and laughed loudly. 

As they neared the farmhouse, the car slowed, and the passengers began to stir, adjusting their clothing and composure. Shweta, still flushed and breathless from the intimate encounter, tried to smooth her saree, but Mohit's hand on her thigh kept her rooted to the spot.


"Almost there, Shweta," Mohit murmured, his voice a low, sensual promise. "And then, the real fun begins."
With those words, a shiver of anticipation ran down Shweta's spine, a mix of fear and excitement that left her on the edge of her seat, eager to see what the night would bring. 

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As the night deepened, the farmhouse became a playground of pleasures, a sanctuary where desires were explored and boundaries were tested. Shweta, with Raj by her side, stepped into this world with an open heart and a willing spirit, ready to embrace the unknown and the pleasures that awaited her.

Raj, feeling the weight of the day, decided to take a shower to refresh himself. As the water cascaded over his body, he let out a sigh of relief, the tension of the journey slowly melting away. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist, and made his way to the bedroom. There, he found a newspaper left on the bed, a remnant of the previous occupants. He settled into a chair, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over the pages as he began to read.

Meanwhile, Shweta, exhausted from the long trip and the intense encounter with Mohit, retreated to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower enveloped her, a soothing balm to her aching muscles and weary soul. As she lathered her body, her hands lingered on the places where Mohit had touched her, the memory of his passion still fresh in her mind.

Her fingers traced the contours of her body, exploring the curves and valleys that had been awakened by his touch. Unconsciously, her hand moved between her thighs, her fingers finding the sensitive flesh that still throbbed with desire. She let out a soft moan, the sound muffled by the spray of the shower, as she began to stroke herself, her body responding with a hunger that surprised her.

The touch of an unknown person in her husband's presence had left her with a sense of liberation, a freedom to explore her desires without the usual constraints. Her fingers moved with a newfound confidence, teasing and exploring, building the pleasure with each passing moment. She inserted two fingers into her wetness, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The water from the shower mixed with her arousal, creating a slick, inviting warmth that heightened her senses.

As she continued to finger herself, her other hand found its way to her breasts, squeezing and teasing the sensitive nipples until they stood erect and aching. She pinched them gently, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Her fingers moved faster, deeper, her body arching with the intensity of the sensations.



With a sudden surge of boldness, she inserted a third finger, the stretch and fill sending her over the edge. Her body trembled as the orgasm built, her muscles clenching and releasing with each wave of pleasure. She bit her lip to stifle her cries, her body shaking with the force of her release. The waterfall of her orgasm left her breathless, her body vibrating with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Shweta leaned against the shower wall, her body slick with water and sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The intensity of the experience left her dazed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations. She took a deep breath, her body still tingling with the remnants of her climax, and began to wash away the evidence of her pleasure.

As she stepped out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around her body, the soft fabric a comforting embrace. She took a moment to compose herself, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her experience. She applied lotion to her legs, the cool, soothing touch a welcome contrast to the heat of her body.

Just as she finished, she heard Raj's voice calling from outside the bathroom. "Shweta, how much longer will you be? I'm getting hungry, and I think dinner is about to start."


Shweta took a deep breath, her mind racing with thoughts of what to do next. Her saree and panties, spoiled by Mohit's passion, lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. She knew she couldn't wear them again without washing them, and the thought of Raj seeing the stains filled her with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

She quickly washed her clothes, her hands trembling slightly as she rinsed away the evidence of Mohit's desire. As she hung them up to dry, she wrapped the towel more securely around her body, ensuring that she was covered from boobs to her ass.

Raj called out again, his voice tinged with a hint of impatience. "Shweta, are you almost done? Mohit is here to escort us to dinner."

Shweta's heart raced as she opened the bathroom door, stepping out into the room where Raj and Mohit were waiting. She saw the hunger in Mohit's eyes, the unspoken promise of more to come, and felt a thrill of anticipation course through her veins.

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Raj, ever the observant husband, noticed the tension in the room and the way Mohit's eyes lingered on Shweta. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Shweta, Mohit says Komilla might have some extra clothes for you. He's going to check with her."

Mohit nodded, his smile wicked and knowing. "Yes, I'll be right back with something for you to wear. Komilla has a few things that might fit you, though I can't promise they'll be perfect."

With that, Mohit left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Shweta let out a sigh of relief, her body still humming with the aftereffects of her shower and the promise of what was to come.

Raj approached her, his arms wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. "Are you okay, Shweta? You seem a bit flushed."

Shweta nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine, Raj. Just a bit overwhelmed, that's all."

Just then, Mohit returned, a bralette and a small skirt in his hand. He held them up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Komilla said these should fit you. Though I must say, I think you'd look even better in nothing at all."

Shweta blushed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She took the clothes from Mohit, her fingers brushing against his, sending a spark of electricity through her body.

"Thank you, Mohit," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Mohit smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "My pleasure, Shweta. Always my pleasure."

As Shweta hurried towards the balcony, her heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The towel wrapped around her body clung to her curves, the fabric barely concealing her nakedness. She moved with a sense of urgency, her bare feet padding softly against the cool tiles of the floor. The balcony, a small, intimate space, seemed to beckon her, offering a moment of respite from the charged atmosphere inside the room.

Mohit, ever the observant and opportunistic lover, noticed her movement and followed her with a predatory grace. His eyes, dark and intense, never left her as he approached, his presence a tangible force that seemed to fill the small space. The balcony, barely large enough for one person to stand comfortably, became a cramped, intimate enclosure as he joined her, his body pressing close to hers.

Shweta's breath hitched as Mohit stood behind her, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating. She could feel the heat of his body, the firm press of his chest against her back, and the hard length of him against her ass. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath hot and seductive. "You look stunning, Shweta," he murmured, his voice a low, sensual purr. "Absolutely irresistible."



Shweta froze, her body tensing as a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. The proximity to Mohit, the intimacy of their position, and the knowledge that Raj was just a few feet away sent her senses into overdrive. She could feel the pounding of her heart, the rush of blood in her ears, and the throb of desire between her thighs. Yet, the thought of Raj discovering them in this compromising position filled her with a mix of fear and guilt.

Mohit, sensing her hesitation, began to explore her body with a confident, possessive touch. His hands roamed over her shoulders, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her neck before tangling in her hair. He pulled her head back gently, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat. His lips found her pulse point, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.



Raj Saw something was going on in the balcony but could not get a better view of the thing So he thought of seeing what Mohit is playing with.

Raj : " Shweta darling, I am going downstairs. I am very hungry, You come with Mohit. "

Saying this Raj hid himself in the bathroom where a small window was there on the top through which a proper view of the balcony is visible without letting anyone know about his presence.

Shweta's eyes fluttered closed, her mind a whirlwind of sensations and thoughts. She could feel the roughness of Mohit's stubble against her sensitive skin, the wet heat of his mouth, and the firm press of his body against hers. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the towel, aching for his touch. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as his hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the swell of her breasts.


Mohit's other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard length of his cock, the promise of pleasure that left her breathless with anticipation. He ground against her, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body, making her ache with need.


Shweta's hands gripped the balcony railing, her knuckles turning white as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. Her body betrayed her, arching back into Mohit's touch, inviting more. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the evidence of her arousal, and the growing need for release. 

Mohit's lips moved from her neck to her ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe before soothing the sting with his tongue. "You want this, Shweta," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive promise. "You want me to take you right here, right now. Don't deny it."

Shweta : " Please leave me Mohit, You are my friend Komilla's Husband. You should not be doing this with me. Moreover if Raj see us like this he will be extremely sad" 

Shweta's mind raced, a battle of desire and reason. She knew she should push him away, should maintain some sense of decency and loyalty to Raj. Yet, the allure of Mohit's touch, the promise of pleasure, and the thrill of the forbidden were too intoxicating to resist. She let out a soft, shuddering breath, her body melting into his embrace.




Mohit took her response as encouragement, his hands growing bolder, his touches more insistent. He untied the towel, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her naked body to the cool night air. His hands roamed over her curves, exploring every inch of her flesh with a reverent touch. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her lips.



Shweta's head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closed as she surrendered to the sensations. Mohit's mouth found hers in a passionate, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring her depths, tasting her, claiming her. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.



Mohit's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass before sliding between her thighs. He found her wet and ready, her folds slick with desire. He teased her entrance, his fingers circling her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Shweta bucked against his touch, her hips moving of their own accord, seeking more.


Mohit chuckled against her lips, a low, knowing sound. "You're so wet, Shweta. So ready for me." He slipped a finger inside her, then another, stretching her, preparing her for his cock. 

Shweta moaned, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh Mooohitttt, shhhhhhh" her body clenching around his fingers, her hips moving in a rhythmic dance of desire. 

Meantime Shweta didn't realized that she is completely naked on the balcony in Mohit's grip and the towel which was barely covering her up is now lying on the balcony floor under Mohit's feet. She was soo lost in Mohit's touch all that she can say is " Mohit, Mohit,, no Mohit aahhhhhhhhh" 

The sound of a door opening and closing reached their ears, a distant murmur of voices, but neither of them paid it any mind. They were lost in their own world, a world of pleasure and passion, where nothing else mattered. Mohit continued to finger her, his thumb circling her clit, building her pleasure with each stroke.

Shweta's body tensed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the edge of orgasm. Mohit, sensing her impending release, increased the pace of his fingers, his thumb pressing down on her clit, sending her spiraling over the edge. She cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation, her body shaking with the force of her release.



As the waves of pleasure subsided, Shweta leaned against Mohit, her body boneless and sated. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her, his lips pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder. "That was incredible, Shweta," he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "And we're just getting started."


Shweta's eyes fluttered open, her mind slowly returning to reality. The cool night air against her naked skin, the distant murmur of voices, and the firm press of Mohit's body against hers brought her back to the present. She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his, a mix of emotions swirling in their depths.