Fantasy Devika, a rich high class housewife, with angel heart

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[pro10]

even though loved the pictures. Would love the update more.

[fuckandforget]

She has become a complete slut now. No stopping further.

[Dumeelkumar]

Great one

[jaksa]

even though loved the pictures. Would love the update more.

Ya I also thought its story update but just pictures
We want updates in weekend more than just pictures 
Hope you never disappoint our weekend majja 

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"Enough for today," Vishnu said, his voice gentle as he slowly withdrew his fingers from Devika's body. "You've done well for your first time."

Devika collapsed against Dattu's chest, her breathing ragged, face flushed with exertion and lingering embarrassment. Her body trembled slightly in the aftermath of such intimate exploration, a complex mixture of relief and strange emptiness washing over her as Vishnu's fingers left her.

"Was it very painful?" Dattu asked, his weathered hands stroking her hair with surprising tenderness.

Devika nodded against his chest. "Yes," she admitted softly. "But toward the end, it became... different."

Vishnu moved behind her once more, his hands finding the soft curves of her hips. With gentle pressure, he guided her back onto her hands and knees, positioning her above Dattu in a way that left her feeling utterly exposed.

"What are you doing now?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder.

Vishnu smiled, his eyes dark with renewed hunger. "You've been so brave," he murmured, his thumbs making small circles against her skin. "Now it's time for your reward."

His erection, which had never fully subsided during her training, now stood rigid with anticipation. He took himself in hand, guiding the tip to her entrance but not pushing forward. Instead, he began to slide his length along her outer folds, coating himself in her abundant moisture.

The sensation of his hardness gliding against her sensitized flesh drew a deep moan from Devika's throat. After the burning discomfort of anal play, this familiar contact felt like coming home—her body responding with immediate enthusiasm to the promised pleasure.

"Yes," she breathed, her hips instinctively pushing back against him. "Please."

Vishnu continued this teasing motion, dragging his tip from her entrance up to her sensitive bundle of nerves and back again. Each pass collected more of her wetness, evidence of her arousal that contradicted her earlier exhaustion. Despite the fatigue in her limbs, her body hungered for more.

"You're so wet," Vishnu observed, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Your body wants this."

Beneath her, Dattu watched her face intently, cataloging each microexpression as pleasure overtook discomfort. His weathered hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs tracing her flushed skin with reverent attention.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. "So beautiful when you're like this."

Vishnu continued his torment, now focusing his attention on that most sensitive point at the apex of her thighs. He circled the rigid bud with his tip, creating exquisite friction that made Devika's eyes flutter closed.

"Stop teasing," she gasped, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure washed through her. "Please."

Instead of complying, Vishnu intensified his efforts, taking himself fully in hand and tapping his erection lightly against her swollen flesh. Each gentle impact sent jolts of electricity through her nervous system, building a pressure that demanded release.

Unable to bear the teasing any longer, Devika turned her attention to Dattu. "Make him stop," she pleaded, her eyes locking with the older man's. "Tell your son to stop torturing me like this."

Dattu smiled, a slow spreading of his lips that held both affection and mischief. "Why should I?" he countered, his thumbs brushing across her parted lips. "You look so beautiful when you're desperate."

"Please," she whispered, the single word carrying all her need.

Dattu's expression softened slightly at her genuine distress. "Vishnu," he called without breaking eye contact with Devika. "Stop playing. Give her what she needs."

Behind her, Vishnu chuckled softly. "As you wish, Father."

He positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt pressure of his tip sending a thrill of anticipation through Devika's body. With a single, smooth thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, the sudden fullness drawing a sharp cry from her throat.

"God!" she gasped, her back arching as she adjusted to his invasion.

Vishnu groaned at the sensation of her body gripping him tightly, her inner muscles still sensitive from their earlier coupling. He remained motionless for several heartbeats, savoring the wet heat that enveloped him so completely.

"You feel even better than before," he murmured, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "Tighter. Hotter."

Devika could only moan in response, words failing her as her body processed this renewed connection. The position—on her hands and knees above Dattu while Vishnu claimed her from behind—created deeper penetration than she'd experienced before, his length reaching parts of her that sent sparks of pleasure racing along her spine.

Vishnu began to move, establishing a slow, deliberate rhythm that allowed her to feel every inch of him as he withdrew almost completely before driving forward again. Each thrust pushed her forward slightly, her face hovering inches above Dattu's as her body rocked with Vishnu's movements.

"So deep," she whispered, her eyes finding Dattu's in search of anchor amidst the sea of sensation. "He's so deep inside me."

Dattu's weathered hands moved to cradle her face, holding her steady as Vishnu's pace increased behind her. "I love seeing you like this," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. "Taking my son's cock while looking into my eyes."

The crude words, delivered with such tenderness, sent another wave of arousal washing through Devika's body. She lowered her face further, her lips seeking Dattu's in desperate need of connection. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling as Vishnu continued his steady rhythm behind her.

With each forward thrust, Devika's body crashed against Dattu's lips, the force of Vishnu's movements driving her deeper into the older man's embrace. She surrendered to this rhythm, allowing herself to be propelled between father and son—kissing Dattu with each impact, then pulling away slightly as Vishnu withdrew, only to be driven forward again in an endless cycle.

Vishnu's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he established control over their shared motion. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room—a steady, rhythmic slapping as his groin connected with her buttocks on each forward thrust. Each impact sent small shockwaves through her flesh, creating a jiggling motion that drew an appreciative groan from his throat.

"Your ass," he grunted between thrusts, "looks amazing... when I... hit it."

Devika moaned against Dattu's mouth, unable to form coherent responses as Vishnu continued his relentless pace. Her body had become a vessel for sensation, all thought suspended as pleasure radiated outward from her core with each powerful thrust.

Dattu's hands moved from her face to her breasts, capturing the swaying mounds as they rocked with Vishnu's movements. His calloused palms created delicious friction against her nipples, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming input flooding her nervous system.

"You're ours now," Dattu whispered during a brief separation of their lips. "No matter what happens after tonight, remember this moment. Remember how it feels to be between us."

Something about his words—the possession, the connection, the promise of memory—pushed Devika closer to the edge. Her breathing grew more ragged, her moans more desperate as Vishnu maintained his steady rhythm behind her.

The minutes stretched as Vishnu continued, his stamina impressive after their earlier activities. Devika lost track of time, lost in the continuous cycle of penetration and withdrawal, of Dattu's kisses and Vishnu's possession. Her world narrowed to these sensations, all else falling away as pleasure built within her core.

Sweat glistened on all their bodies, the exertion of sustained passion creating a sheen that caught the dim lamplight. Vishnu's chest and forehead gleamed with moisture, rivulets tracing paths down his torso as he worked tirelessly behind her. His breathing had grown heavier, more labored, but his rhythm never faltered—each thrust as purposeful as the last.

"Twenty minutes," Dattu murmured against her lips, glancing at the bedside clock. "My son has been fucking you for twenty minutes without stopping."

The realization of such prolonged penetration sent another wave of arousal washing through Devika's body. She had never experienced such sustained passion, such tireless attention to her pleasure. Rajeevan had always been quick, efficient in his lovemaking—nothing like this endless cycle of building desire.

"I can't," she gasped, feeling a familiar tightening in her core. "I think I'm going to—"

Before she could complete her thought, Vishnu's pace suddenly increased, his thrusts becoming more urgent, less controlled. His fingers dug deeper into her hips, likely leaving marks that would linger for days.

"I'm close," he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of delaying his release. "Where... should I..."

Understanding his question through the haze of her own pleasure, Devika glanced back over her shoulder. "Inside," she managed, the word barely audible through her panting. "It's safe."

The permission unleashed something primal in Vishnu's movements. His thrusts became almost frantic, his body slamming against hers with increasing force. Each impact drove Devika forward into Dattu's waiting embrace, their lips colliding with bruising intensity as Vishnu approached his climax.

"Coming," Vishnu cried out, his voice breaking on the word. "Oh god, I'm coming!"

His final thrusts were powerful enough to drive both Devika and Dattu further up the bed, the mattress creaking beneath their combined movement. With a strangled cry, Vishnu buried himself completely within her, his body going rigid as release claimed him.

Devika gasped at the sensation of his pulsing release, the warmth flooding her insides triggering her own climax. She cried out against Dattu's lips, her body convulsing around Vishnu's still-throbbing erection as waves of pleasure washed through her limbs.

For several eternal moments, all three remained locked together—Devika caught in the throes of her orgasm, Vishnu emptying himself within her, Dattu watching in fascination as both reached their peak simultaneously. The connection between them transcended the physical, creating a circuit of shared pleasure that bound them together in this perfect moment of release.

Finally, Vishnu's strength gave way. With a final, shuddering groan, he collapsed sideways onto the mattress, his softening member slipping from her body as he fell. His chest heaved with exertion, perspiration making his skin gleam in the dim light as he struggled to recover his breathing.

"Amazing," he managed between gasps, his eyes finding Devika's with newfound reverence. "You're... amazing."

Devika remained on her hands and knees above Dattu, her body trembling in the aftermath of such intense pleasure. She felt Vishnu's release begin to trickle from her body, evidence of their coupling that couldn't be denied or forgotten.

Dattu watched her face with undisguised hunger, his own need still evident in the rigid length that pressed against her thigh. Unlike his son, he had not found release during their extended play, his arousal maintained through careful control and the pleasure of witnessing their shared passion.

With deliberate movements, he extricated himself from beneath her, rising to his knees behind her as Vishnu recovered beside them. Dattu's weathered hands found her waist, his touch both possessive and questioning as he positioned himself where his son had been moments before.

"My turn," he said simply, his voice rough with need as he gazed down at her still-trembling form.

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As Vishnu lay recovering beside them, his chest still heaving from exertion, Dattu positioned himself behind Devika. His weathered hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her backward slightly to align their bodies. She remained on her hands and knees, her hair falling in damp tendrils around her face, skin glistening with perspiration in the dim bedroom light.

The realization of what was happening—being passed from son to father like some shared possession—sent a complicated surge of emotions through Devika's exhausted body. Shame mingled with a perverse excitement, degradation with unexpected power.

"Is this what I've become?" she whispered, the words barely audible. "Passed between men like a cheap whore?"

Dattu leaned forward, his calloused palm stroking her back with surprising tenderness. "No," he murmured, his voice rough with desire yet gentle. "You're a queen choosing her pleasure after years of neglect."

His words, simple yet profound, soothed something within her. After Rajeevan's betrayals—the Bengali receptionist, the Filipina nurse, the casual cruelty of his video calls—perhaps she deserved this night of abandoned morality. Perhaps this was her reclamation, not her fall.

"I love you, Devika," Dattu said suddenly, the unexpected declaration hanging in the air between them. "I've loved you since I first saw you."

Before she could process his words, Dattu positioned his erection at her entrance and pushed forward in one fluid motion. Despite Vishnu's earlier attention, Dattu's greater thickness stretched her painfully, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.

"Ah!" she gasped, her body tensing around the sudden invasion. "It hurts!"

Dattu stilled immediately, his hands moving to stroke her sides with soothing pressure. "Shhh," he murmured, remaining motionless to allow her body to adjust. "It will pass."

Beside them, Vishnu watched with half-lidded eyes, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and renewed interest as he observed his father claiming what he had just relinquished. The sight of Dattu's weathered form positioned behind Devika's pale curves created a stark contrast that heightened the forbidden nature of their union.

After several deep breaths, Devika nodded slightly. "I'm ready," she whispered, her voice trembling but determined. "You can move now."

Dattu began with gentle, shallow thrusts, each movement careful and measured as he gauged her response. The initial pain gradually subsided, replaced by a fullness that sparked renewed pleasure despite her fatigue. Her body, already sensitive from Vishnu's attention, responded with surprising eagerness to this new invasion.

"You feel different from your son," she admitted, glancing back over her shoulder at him. "Thicker. Harder."

Pride flashed across Dattu's weathered features, his chest puffing slightly at the comparison. "A man knows how to pleasure a woman better than a boy," he declared, his pace increasing gradually as her body yielded to him.

His movements grew more confident as he established a rhythm, his calloused hands gripping her hips with increasing pressure. Each forward thrust sent small waves rippling through her flesh, the impact creating subtle echoes throughout her exhausted body.

After several minutes of this position, Dattu suddenly withdrew, leaving Devika feeling empty and confused. Before she could question him, his strong hands flipped her onto her back in one swift motion. She landed against the mattress with a soft gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes as he positioned himself above her.

"I want to see your face," he explained, his voice gruff with emotion. "Want to watch your eyes while I'm inside you."

The tender sentiment, delivered in his rough cadence, sent an unexpected warmth spreading through Devika's chest. She reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of his weathered face with gentle curiosity.

"You're beautiful," she whispered, surprising herself with the sincerity of the compliment.

Dattu laughed, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "No woman has called me beautiful before," he admitted, his expression softening. "Only a Kerala professor would say such a thing to an old mechanic."

He positioned himself between her thighs, spreading her legs wider with gentle pressure. His erection pressed against her entrance once more, the blunt tip seeking permission that her body readily granted. With deliberate slowness, he pushed forward, filling her completely in one long, steady motion.

Devika's back arched off the bed at the sensation, a low moan escaping her throat as he seated himself fully within her. In this position, he seemed to reach even deeper, touching places within her that sent sparks of pleasure racing along her spine.

"So tight," Dattu groaned, his body trembling with the effort of remaining still. "So perfect."

He lowered his weight onto her, his chest pressing against her breasts as he established himself fully above her. The sensation of being completely covered by his body—his greater height and breadth enveloping her smaller frame—created a cocoon of masculine presence that both trapped and protected her.

Dattu began to move, his hips establishing a slow, grinding rhythm against hers. Each thrust pressed her deeper into the mattress, the springs creaking beneath their combined weight as he claimed her with unhurried determination.

From his position beside them, Vishnu observed the stark contrast between their bodies with fascination. Dattu's weathered form, darkened by decades of sun and labor, moved above Devika's lighter complexion like shadow against moonlight. His father's graying chest hair rubbed against her smooth breasts, his calloused hands enveloping her smaller ones as he intertwined their fingers and pinned them beside her head.

"Look at him," Vishnu murmured, his voice thick with renewed arousal despite his recent release. "A low-class mechanic fucking a high-class Kerala professor."

The crude observation, spoken with such casual certainty, sent another wave of complicated emotions washing through Devika. There was truth in his words—the gulf between their social positions could not be wider, yet here they were, joined in the most intimate way possible.

Dattu's movements grew more confident, his hips rolling against hers with increasing urgency. Perspiration gathered on his forehead and chest, dripping onto Devika's skin as he worked above her. The salty moisture mingled with her own sweat, creating a slick connection between their bodies that intensified the sensation of skin sliding against skin.

"I feel your sweat on me," Devika gasped, the words emerging unbidden as another drop fell from his brow onto her cheek. "It's so... real."

Dattu understood her meaning immediately—this was not the sanitized, perfumed coupling she knew with Rajeevan, but something primal and honest, bodies sharing their scents and secretions without pretense or shame.

She twisted her head to the side, seeking his mouth with surprising hunger despite their extended exertions. Dattu claimed her lips immediately, his tongue pushing past her teeth to explore her mouth with possessive fervor. The taste of him—tobacco, paan, and something uniquely male—filled her senses as their tongues tangled in wet communion.

Without breaking their kiss, Dattu released her hands and slid his arms beneath her, his palms finding the hollows of her armpits. His fingers curled over her shoulders from above, creating anchor points that allowed him to pull her down to meet each upward thrust of his hips.

This new leverage intensified his penetration, each movement driving him impossibly deeper. Devika gasped against his mouth, her freed hands flying to his back where they traced the shifting muscles beneath his sweat-slicked skin.

"You're incredible," she breathed during a brief separation of their lips. "So strong, so powerful."

The praise spurred Dattu to greater efforts, his pace increasing as pride and desire fueled his movements. His fingers dug deeper into her shoulders, using the grip to pull her firmly onto his erection with each thrust.

"You like this old man fucking you?" he growled against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Better than your fancy husband?"

"Yes," Devika admitted without hesitation, her voice breaking as a particularly deep thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "So much better. Rajeevan never made me feel like this."

Dattu's expression transformed with primal satisfaction at her admission. "He doesn't deserve you," he declared, his movements becoming more forceful, almost punishing in their intensity. "A man who can't appreciate such a woman is no man at all."

The increased pace and depth pushed Devika toward another peak, her body responding eagerly despite her earlier climax. She clung to Dattu's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as pleasure built within her core.

"I love you," Dattu repeated, his voice strained with effort and emotion. "Have loved you since I saw you."

Whether the declaration was born of genuine feeling or simply the heat of passion, Devika couldn't determine. In this moment, it hardly mattered—the words washed over her, soothing wounds left by Rajeevan's indifference and stoking the flames of her approaching release.

"I think I'm close again," she gasped, surprise evident in her voice at her body's continued responsiveness. "I didn't know I could feel this way twice in one night."

Dattu's rhythm faltered briefly at her words before resuming with renewed purpose. "Let go," he encouraged, his voice rough against her ear. "Let this old man make you come."

He increased his pace, his hips pistoninng against hers with growing urgency. The wet sounds of their joining filled the room, creating an obscene symphony that heightened the carnal nature of their connection.

Vishnu watched with rapt attention as his father's weathered body moved above Devika's trembling form. The sight of them locked together—his biology teacher surrendering completely to his father's rough passion—sent blood rushing to his groin despite his recent exertion.

Devika sensed Dattu's approaching climax in the increasingly erratic nature of his thrusts, the tightening of his fingers on her shoulders, the growing tension in his body above her. Understanding flashed through her lust-clouded mind—he was close, perhaps moments away from release.

"Inside me," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke. "I want to feel you finish inside me."

The permission unleashed something primal in Dattu's movements. His thrusts became almost desperate, lacking their earlier control but compensating with raw intensity. Each impact drove the breath from Devika's lungs, her body sliding higher on the bed with the force of his passion.

"I'm going to—" Dattu's words dissolved into a guttural groan as his release approached. "Oh god, Devika!"

"Yes!" she cried, her own climax building in perfect synchronization with his. "Don't stop!"

The room filled with their combined sounds—Dattu's deep groans, Devika's higher-pitched cries, the rhythmic creaking of the bed beneath their urgent movements. The symphony of their passion reached a crescendo as Dattu delivered one final, powerful thrust and held himself deep within her.

"Devika!" he cried, her name emerging as a prayer and curse combined. "I'm coming!"

The sensation of his pulsing release triggered her own climax, waves of pleasure radiating outward from her core to engulf her entire body. She clutched at his shoulders, her back arching off the bed as ecstasy claimed her for the second time that night.

"Dattu!" she gasped, his name falling from her lips as her inner muscles clenched around him, milking every drop of his release.

With each pulse of his climax, Dattu ground his hips against hers in small, circular motions, extending their shared pleasure as long as possible. His lips found her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin as they rode out the aftershocks together.

For several long moments, they remained joined, their bodies trembling with aftershocks of pleasure as their breathing gradually slowed. Dattu's weight pressed Devika into the mattress, his larger frame covering hers completely as he recovered from the intensity of his release.

Eventually, with a final kiss to her forehead, Dattu rolled to her side, his softening member slipping from her body as he settled beside her. Perspiration glistened on his chest as it rose and fell with each deep breath, his weathered face transformed by an expression of utter contentment.

Devika lay between them now—Dattu on her left, Vishnu on her right—three naked bodies recovering in the aftermath of shared passion. The scents of their exertions filled the small bedroom, creating an intimate atmosphere that cocooned them in their temporary sanctuary from the outside world.

As her breathing steadied, Devika gazed at the ceiling, processing the enormity of what had transpired. In one evening, she had crossed boundaries she'd never imagined approaching, surrendering to desires she'd previously denied even existing within herself.

Yet rather than the shame or regret she might have expected, she felt a strange peace settling over her exhausted body. Between these two men—father and son who had seen her at her most vulnerable and most powerful—she had discovered aspects of herself long buried beneath layers of propriety and expectation.

Tomorrow would bring complications and questions, but tonight, in this moment of perfect stillness between Dattu and Vishnu, Devika allowed herself to simply be—not a professor, not a neglected wife, just a woman who had claimed her pleasure without apology.

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Superb update

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Chapter 14: vishnu father weekend - Scene 2 (continued)

The antique clock on the wall ticked past one in the morning, its rhythmic sound counting moments in the aftermath of passion. Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting silver patterns across three intertwined bodies on the rumpled sheets. The small bedroom still held the lingering scents of their exertion—sweat, arousal, and the faint traces of petroleum jelly that had eased Devika's first exploration of forbidden territories.

Devika lay on her back between Dattu and Vishnu, her chest rising and falling with steady breaths as she gazed at the ceiling. Her mind drifted through fragments of the evening—the birthday cake, the pretense of being Dattu's wife, the gradual surrender of her body to both men. For the first time since arriving in Pune, she felt oddly at peace, her body humming with satisfied pleasure rather than the constant tension of loneliness.

With deliberate movements, she turned toward Vishnu, placing her palm against his chest. His skin felt smooth beneath her touch, youthful and warm. She nestled her head against him, listening to his heartbeat gradually returning to its normal rhythm.

"I can't believe what happened," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room.

Behind her, Dattu shifted closer, his weathered hand tracing the curve of her spine with reverent touches. His fingers followed each vertebra, moving slowly downward until they reached the small of her back. He pressed his body against her, his chest against her shoulder blades, his spent manhood nestling against the cleft of her buttocks.

"Such a sexy figure," he murmured, his voice rough with appreciation as he slipped his arm around her waist. His calloused palm found her breast, cupping it with possessive gentleness as he pulled her more firmly against him.

The sensation of being sandwiched between them again—Vishnu's chest against her cheek, Dattu's body pressed to her back—created a cocoon of masculine attention that made Devika sigh with contentment.

Vishnu gazed down at her, his expression a mixture of awe and lingering desire. "I still can't believe we just..." he paused, searching for the right words. "...that we made love to you, madam."

Devika smiled against his chest, amused by his return to formality after such intimate contact. "It doesn't seem real," she admitted. "Any of it."

Vishnu's hand came up to stroke her hair, fingers combing through the tangled strands with surprising tenderness. "I've wanted you since the first day of class," he confessed. "The way you move when you write on the blackboard—your hips, your waist. I couldn't look away."

"My hips?" Devika asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.

"The way they sway when you walk," Vishnu explained, his voice dropping lower. "How your saree clings to your curves. Every boy in class watches, but they're afraid to tell you."

Behind her, Dattu's grip tightened slightly. "Your husband is a fool," he growled, his breath warm against her shoulder. "What kind of man leaves such beauty alone in a city like Pune? What kind of man shows other women to his wife?"

The mention of Rajeevan sent a brief pang through Devika's chest—not quite pain anymore, but something closer to pity. "He doesn't desire me," she said simply. "Not for many years."

Dattu spat a crude curse, his voice harsh with sudden anger. "He deserves to have his balls cut off," he declared. "A man who can't appreciate his own wife doesn't deserve to call himself a man."

Despite the crude sentiment, Devika found herself touched by his protective fury. She reached back with her free hand, finding Dattu's thigh and squeezing gently in silent thanks.

"Perhaps I should be grateful to Rajeevan," she mused, a hint of mischief entering her voice. "If he hadn't been so neglectful, I wouldn't be here with you both tonight."

Dattu's anger softened at her touch, his lips finding her shoulder in a gentle kiss. "Then I thank him," he murmured against her skin. "For giving me the most beautiful night of my life."

Something in his sincerity made Devika's breath catch. She felt his arm tighten around her, his hand absently caressing her breast as he pressed another kiss to her shoulder.

"Devika," he said, her name emerging as a prayer from his lips. "Be my wife. Not just for tonight, but always."

The unexpected proposal froze Devika in place. She felt Vishnu stiffen beneath her cheek, his own surprise evident in the sudden tension of his muscles.

"I can give you happiness," Dattu continued, his voice rough with emotion. "I can worship your body every night. I can make you forget that worthless husband."

Devika extricated herself gently from between them, sitting up against the headboard. The sheet pooled around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool night air. Both men watched her with matching expressions of hunger and hope.

"I can't," she said finally, regret coloring her tone. "This was beautiful, Dattu, but it can't be more than one night."

Disappointment darkened his weathered features. "Why not? You felt something—I know you did."

Devika drew her knees up to her chest, suddenly aware of her nakedness in a way she hadn't been during their passion. "My life is complicated," she explained, choosing her words carefully. "I have a career, a position at the college. What we did tonight was already risky enough."

"We could be careful," Dattu pressed, sitting up beside her. "No one would need to know."

She shook her head, her decision firming despite the genuine temptation in his offer. "It's not good for me to come here often. People would notice. Questions would be asked."

Vishnu joined them, propping himself up on his elbow. "We haven't explored everything yet," he reminded her, his gaze dropping briefly to her buttocks. "Your ass still hasn't been properly—"

"Vishnu," she interrupted, her cheeks flushing despite all they'd already shared. "I don't even know how I allowed the fingering. That was already more than I ever expected to do."

Dattu's calloused hand moved to her lower back, fingers venturing downward to brush against the sensitive pucker they had explored earlier. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

Devika flinched at his touch, the area still tender from Vishnu's earlier attentions. "Yes," she admitted. "It's quite painful."

"The pain fades," Vishnu assured her, his expression earnest. "With practice, your anus will be ready for real fucking. Next time we can—"

"There won't be a next time," Devika said firmly, though something in her tone lacked absolute conviction. "Today was special, but it can't happen again."

Vishnu's face fell, disappointment etched in every line. "Not even at college?" he asked, his voice taking on a pleading quality. "Just small moments between classes? The toilet again?"

Devika hesitated, considering his request. The memory of their encounters in the college toilet—the forbidden thrill, the risk of discovery—sent an unexpected pulse of arousal through her exhausted body.

"I'll try," she conceded reluctantly. "But no promises."

Hope brightened Vishnu's features immediately. Beside her, Dattu sensed an opening in her resolve.

"And me?" he asked, his rough fingers tracing circles on her lower back. "Could you visit sometimes? Just for an hour here and there?"

Devika turned to him, studying his weathered face in the moonlight. There was genuine longing in his eyes, a hunger that went beyond the physical pleasure they'd shared. Against her better judgment, she found herself nodding.

"I'll try," she repeated, the words emerging as a whisper. "But I can't promise anything regular."

Seeing their lingering disappointment, something softened in Devika's resolve. These men had shown her pleasure she'd never imagined possible, had awakened parts of herself long dormant under Rajeevan's neglect. She owed them at least a proper goodbye if this truly was to be their only night together.

With deliberate movements, she turned to Vishnu, leaning forward to press her lips against his. Unlike their earlier passionate exchanges, this kiss held a different quality—gentle, almost sweet, a gesture of gratitude rather than lust. Her fingers traced the contours of his face as she prolonged the contact, memorizing the texture of his skin, the shape of his lips against hers.

When she finally pulled away, Vishnu's eyes remained closed for a moment, savoring the tenderness of their exchange. She smiled at his expression before turning toward Dattu.

The older man watched her with naked hunger, his desire evident despite their recent exertions. Devika shifted her position, moving to face him fully as she brought her hands to his weathered cheeks. She leaned forward, capturing his lips with the same gentle purpose she'd shown his son.

Dattu responded immediately, his calloused hands finding her waist as he drew her closer. The taste of paan and tobacco lingered on his tongue as it met hers, familiar now where it had once been foreign. She sighed against his mouth, her body melting into his embrace with unexpected ease.

"Thank you," she murmured against his lips, the words vibrating between them. "For showing me what I've been missing."

Dattu's arms tightened around her, his hands splaying across her back as he deepened the kiss. There was desperation in his embrace now, as if he sought to imprint the memory of her body against his, knowing opportunities for such contact might never come again.

"I love you, Kerala woman," he whispered when they broke for air, the simple declaration making her heart constrict painfully in her chest.

Devika couldn't bring herself to return the sentiment, but she kissed him again, pouring her gratitude and affection into the contact. "You've given me something precious," she said finally, her forehead resting against his. "Remember that."

The three settled back onto the bed, their positions rearranging naturally into a comfortable arrangement. Devika found herself in the middle once more, her back pressed against Dattu's chest while Vishnu faced her, one arm dbangd over her waist. Father and son, connected through their shared contact with her body, creating a circuit of warmth that enveloped her completely.

They lay in comfortable silence for several minutes, the only sounds their synchronized breathing and the distant hum of traffic from the street below. Devika felt herself drifting toward sleep, her exhausted body surrendering to the peace that followed such intense pleasure.

As consciousness began to fade, she turned her face toward Dattu one last time. With the last of her waking energy, she pressed her lips against his in a final, lingering kiss. "Good night," she whispered against his mouth, tasting the familiar bitterness that had become strangely comforting over the course of the evening.

Dattu's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her more securely against his chest as their kiss deepened briefly before relaxing into gentle pressure. Devika allowed her eyes to close, their lips still touching as sleep claimed her completely.

The last thing she registered was the solid warmth of these two men—father and son who had shown her aspects of herself she'd never known existed—and the strange contentment that settled over her despite the complications that awaited in the morning light.

In the quiet bedroom of a small Pune apartment, three unlikely lovers drifted into shared slumber, their bodies entwined in an arrangement that defied propriety yet felt, in this moment, perfectly right.

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Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting golden patterns across the rumpled bedsheets. Devika awoke slowly, her consciousness returning in gentle waves. The first sensation she registered was warmth—the solid heat of bodies pressed against hers from both sides. The second was pressure against her lips.

Her eyes fluttered open to find her mouth still connected to Dattu's, their lips sealed together in sleep just as they had been when consciousness had left her. His weathered face was relaxed in slumber, deep lines softened by the morning light, his breath emerging in steady rumbles through his nose. They had remained this way through the entire night—locked in an unconscious kiss, as if their bodies refused to break the connection even as their minds surrendered to exhaustion.

Carefully, Devika extricated herself from his embrace, gently pulling her lips from his without disturbing his sleep. He stirred slightly, a soft groan escaping his throat before he settled back into steady breathing. Behind her, Vishnu remained deeply asleep, one arm still dbangd possessively across her waist.

With practiced movements born from years of rising without waking Rajeevan, Devika slipped from between them. Her bare feet touched the cool floor, sending a small shiver through her naked body. The air felt cool against her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and legs as she padded silently toward the bathroom.

Closing the door with a quiet click, she finally allowed herself to examine her reflection in the small mirror above the sink. The woman who stared back barely resembled the composed professor who had arrived at this apartment yesterday evening.

Her hair, normally neat and controlled, cascaded in wild tangles around her shoulders. Her lips appeared slightly swollen from hours of kissing, the corners reddened from the scratch of Dattu's beard. Small marks dotted her neck and shoulders—evidence of passionate attention that would require careful concealment beneath her high-necked blouses.

With clinical detachment, Devika cataloged the changes in her body. Slight bruises had formed on her hips where fingers had gripped too tightly in moments of abandon. The skin between her thighs felt tender, sensitive from extended use. A particular soreness radiated from behind, reminder of territories explored for the first time.

She turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature before stepping beneath the spray. The warm water sluiced over her body, washing away physical evidence of the night's activities while leaving the memories untouched. She closed her eyes, allowing the water to stream over her face as images flashed behind her eyelids—Dattu's weathered hands exploring her curves, Vishnu's eager mouth claiming hers, father and son united in their worship of her body.

As she lathered soap across her skin, Devika found herself touching the marks they'd left with strange tenderness rather than regret. Each bruise, each tender spot represented a moment of connection, of being truly desired after months of Rajeevan's indifference.

She completed her ablutions with methodical efficiency, washing her hair with the unfamiliar soap provided, rinsing thoroughly before shutting off the water. The small towel barely covered her as she dried herself, dabbing carefully at sensitive areas.

When she emerged from the bathroom, both men remained asleep, their naked forms sprawled across the rumpled sheets. For a moment, Devika stood watching them—Dattu's weathered body bearing the marks of decades of manual labor, Vishnu's smoother form still holding the firmness of youth. Father and son, so different yet united in their desire for her.

The scattered pieces of her clothing created a trail through the apartment, marking the progression of last night's passion. Her petticoat lay crumpled near the bedroom door where Vishnu had removed it. Her blouse had somehow ended up beneath the coffee table in the living room. Her bra hung from the arm of a chair, carelessly discarded in a moment of urgency.

Piece by piece, Devika collected her garments, assessing each for wearability. The white cotton of her petticoat bore slight stains—evidence of their shared pleasure that made her cheeks warm despite all they had done. She slipped it on nevertheless, tying the drawstring firmly around her waist.

Her bra followed, the simple cotton cups containing breasts still sensitive from attention. She fumbled with the clasp, eventually securing it before reaching for her blouse. The hooks had been stretched slightly from Dattu's eager removal, but they still functioned well enough to maintain modesty.

The lavender chiffon of her saree came last, its delicate fabric remarkably unwrinkled despite the night's activities. Devika wrapped it around herself with practiced movements, arranging the pleats precisely before dbanging the pallu over her shoulder. The transformation felt almost magical—each layer of fabric rebuilding the composed professor from the passionate woman of the previous night.

As she secured the final pin in her pallu, Devika heard rustling from the bedroom. She turned to find Dattu standing in the doorway, hastily wrapped in a faded lungi, his chest still bare. His hair stood in disarray, his eyes heavy with sleep yet brightening at the sight of her.

"You're leaving?" he asked, disappointment evident in his voice.

Devika nodded, smoothing her saree with nervous fingers. "I should go before neighbors notice."

Dattu crossed the room in three long strides, coming to stand before her. His weathered hand reached out, fingers brushing her cheek with surprising tenderness. "You look beautiful in the morning light," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and emotion.

"I need to leave, Dattu," she repeated, though she made no move to step away from his touch.

"Wait," he said, his hand dropping reluctantly from her face. "At least have coffee before you go."

Before she could protest, he moved to the small kitchen area, filling a battered kettle with water and setting it on the stove. Devika watched as his bare back flexed with the simple movements, the muscles still defined despite his age. The domesticity of the moment struck her with unexpected force—this glimpse of what life might be like if she truly were his wife rather than merely playing the role for a night.

"You don't need to do this," she said softly.

"I want to," he replied simply, measuring coffee powder into two chipped mugs.

While the water heated, Dattu disappeared briefly into the bedroom, emerging moments later wearing a faded shirt and cotton pants. His feet remained bare as he padded across the small living area, his movements quieter than she would have expected from a man of his size.

The kettle whistled, breaking the morning stillness. Dattu prepared their coffee with careful attention, adding sugar to hers without asking—somehow knowing exactly how she preferred it. He brought the steaming mug to her, their fingers brushing during the exchange.

"Stay a little longer," he urged, his eyes holding hers over the rim of his cup. "Just to finish your coffee."

Devika glanced at her watch—barely seven thirty, still early enough that her departure wouldn't raise questions among the neighbors. "Alright," she conceded. "Just for coffee."

They sipped in companionable silence, the only sound the occasional rustle of her saree when she shifted position. Dattu watched her with undisguised admiration, his gaze traveling the length of her body with the same hunger he'd shown the previous night, despite all they had shared.

"You're more beautiful now than yesterday," he observed suddenly.

Devika raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in her expression. "In wrinkled clothes with unbrushed hair?"

Dattu nodded earnestly. "In saree, you're even sexier than naked," he declared, setting his empty cup aside. "Something about knowing what's underneath but not seeing it directly."

A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth despite her intention to maintain distance. "That's a very poetic observation from a mechanic."

"I may work with my hands," Dattu replied, moving closer until he stood directly before her, "but I notice beautiful things."

His calloused palms settled on her waist, fingers spreading to encompass the curve of her hips through the layers of her saree. The heat of his touch penetrated the fabric, warming her skin beneath.

"Your hips," he murmured, his thumbs pressing gently into the soft flesh, "are perfect for a man's hands. Made to be held like this."

Devika set her cup down on the nearby table, her hands coming to rest lightly against his chest. "Dattu," she said softly, intending to create distance but somehow finding herself drawing closer.

"Those eyes," he continued, his gaze fixed on her face. "The way they change with your thoughts. And your smile—rare but worth waiting for."

Before she could formulate a response, Dattu leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. Unlike the desperate hunger of the previous night, this kiss held a different quality—tender yet thorough, as if he sought to memorize the texture and taste of her mouth.

Devika responded despite herself, her lips parting to welcome the familiar intrusion of his tongue. The bitter taste of coffee mingled with the ever-present paan, creating a flavor that had become uniquely his in her mind. Their tongues engaged in a slow dance, exploring territories already mapped but no less exciting for their familiarity.

Minutes stretched as they remained locked together, the kiss deepening as Dattu's hands tightened on her hips, drawing her more firmly against him. Devika's fingers threaded through his hair, cradling the back of his head as she matched his intensity with her own.

Time seemed to lose meaning as they stood in the center of the small living room, connected only by mouth and hands. Five minutes became ten, then fifteen, neither willing to break the spell that had fallen over them with the morning light.

Dattu's hands began to wander, sliding over the curves of her buttocks, squeezing with appreciative pressure that drew a soft moan from Devika's throat. The sound vibrated between their joined lips, spurring him to greater boldness.

"One more time," he murmured against her mouth, his meaning unmistakable. "Let me have you once more before you go."

Reality crashed back upon Devika with those words. She drew back slightly, her hands moving to his chest to create separation between their bodies. "I can't," she said gently, regret evident in her tone. "I've already given more than I ever intended."

Disappointment flashed across Dattu's weathered features, quickly masked with understanding. "I had to try," he admitted, his hands reluctantly releasing her.

Devika reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of his face with unexpected tenderness. "Thank you for understanding," she whispered, pressing a final, chaste kiss to his lips before stepping back completely.

She gathered her handbag from where it had been abandoned the previous evening, checking that her phone and keys remained inside. With each practical action, she felt herself rebuilding the walls between Devika the passionate woman and Dr. Devika the respectable professor.

Dattu watched her preparations in silence, his expression a complex mixture of satisfaction and loss. As she moved toward the door, he stepped forward once more, capturing her hand in his.

"This doesn't have to be goodbye forever," he said, his voice rough with emotion.

Devika squeezed his hand gently before releasing it. "Take care of yourself, Dattu," she replied, neither confirming nor denying the possibility of future encounters.

With a final nod, she slipped through the door and into the morning light, leaving behind the small apartment where boundaries had been crossed and identities transformed in the space of a single night.