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I stayed crouched in the bush for a few minutes, my heart thumping like a drum from what I’d just seen. My dick was hard, the urge to jerk off burning inside me, but I couldn’t—not here, not when I needed to see how Mom would face Dad. 

I wanted to catch her expression, see if guilt would crack her or if she’d hide it like a pro. I scrambled up, sprinting back to the hall, my sneakers kicking up gravel, the night air sharp and cool against my sweaty skin. 

The garden’s fairy lights flickered behind me, casting long shadows, making the moment feel like a secret I was stealing.Inside, the party was electric—people danced to loud beats, their bodies swaying under colorful lights, drinks sloshing as laughter bounced off the walls. 

The hall smelled of perfume and sweat, with tables piled high with food and empty glasses scattered around. It was Dad’s biggest birthday ever, not because of the huge crowd or the fancy cake, but because Mom’s cheating turned it into something dark and unforgettable. 

I still couldn’t believe what I’d witnessed—Mom on her knees, her lips around Pranav’s dick, her eyes darting toward Dad in the distance. It was like the sex stories I’d read late at night, and the thrill twisted my gut, keeping me hooked.I weaved through the dancers, my eyes scanning every corner for Mom and Pranav. 

The music thumped in my chest, and the crowd’s energy made my skin buzz. I finally spotted them near the corner, standing next to Dad, like they’d just walked up to him casually. Pranav stood close to Mom, his arm brushing hers, his face calm but smug, while Dad was on her other side, grinning with a drink in his hand, oblivious to everything. 

I ran over, my heart racing, eager to hear what they’d say, the air thick with tension.

Dad: “Sonia, honey, there you are! I was looking everywhere for you—where’d you go? It’s my big night, and I wanted you right here with me. 
I even tried calling, but it didn’t go through.”


Mom: “Anil, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I stepped outside for some air—the music was so loud, I needed a break. My phone must’ve had a bad signal out there. I’m here now, ready to celebrate your birthday with you.”

Pranav: “Yeah, Anil, I ran into Sonia outside and kept her company for a bit. These parties can get wild, and she just needed a moment to breathe. You’re lucky to have such a great wife, man. I made sure she was okay while you were busy.”

Me: “Hey, Dad, how’s the birthday going? You look like you’re having a blast. This party’s huge, isn’t it? How’s it feel to be the star tonight?”

Dad: “Karan, it’s awesome! I’m so happy—everyone’s here, the music’s great, and Sonia’s back by my side. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had. What about you, what’re you up to?”

Me: “Just hanging with my friends, Dad, having fun. The dance floor’s crazy—you should check it out. I’m glad you’re happy. Keep enjoying your night!”

Dad: “Karan, I’m really grateful for everyone who showed up tonight. Pranav’s been a good friend, coming out to support me. Sonia makes every moment better—she’s the best. I can’t wait to cut the cake with her later.”

Mom: “Anil, I’m just glad to be here with you now. I didn’t mean to wander off; the party just got a bit much for a moment. This is your night, and I want to make it special. Let’s dance together soon”

Pranav: “Anil, this party’s a hit, and you’re killing it as the birthday guy. I’m glad I could be here to celebrate with you and Sonia. She’s a real gem—don’t ever take her for granted. Let’s keep the good times going.”

Me: “Dad, you’re right, this party’s epic. I saw some guys pulling wild moves on the dance floor. I’m gonna hang with my friends some more, but I’ll check in later. Save me some cake, okay?”





Dad turned to Mom, his smile softening as he noticed her smeared lipstick, a red smudge across her cheek, and her hair, messy and loose from her neat updo. 

Her face looked nervous, her eyes darting for a split second, but she stood tall, holding herself together. 

Pranav gave her a sly smile, both of them knowing they were pulling one over on Dad. Mom glanced at Pranav while answering, a quick smile flashing, their secret like a thread tying them together in the crowded room.

Dad: “Sonia, what’s with your lipstick? It’s all smeared, like you wiped it off. Your hair’s messy too—what happened out there? You feeling okay?”

Mom: “Oh, Anil, it’s nothing—I must’ve rubbed my face outside. The breeze messed up my hair; it’s so windy out there. I’ll clean up in the bathroom soon.”




Pranav: “Yeah, Anil, it’s just the wind messing with her look. Sonia still looks amazing, doesn’t she? You’re lucky to have her looking this good on your big day. Let’s keep the party going—she’s here for you now.”

Dad: “You’re probably right, Karan—it’s just the wind. Sonia, you still look beautiful, even with a little smudge. I’m just happy you’re here now. Let’s grab a drink and hit the dance floor soon.”

Mom: “Thanks, Anil, you’re sweet to say that. I’ll fix my look in a bit; I just want to stay with you now. This party’s so fun, I don’t want to miss any of it. Let’s make tonight special for you.”

Dad grinned wide, turning to Pranav, completely blind to the truth. “Pranav, I’m so glad you came tonight,” he said. “It means a lot to have my supervisor here, celebrating with us. You’re a great friend, and this party’s better because of you.” 

Pranav’s smile stretched, his eyes glinting with a dark edge, like a predator watching easy prey.

Pranav: “Anil, the pleasure’s all mine. Being here with you and Sonia is a real treat. You’ve got a great life, man, and I’m happy to be part of it.”

Dad: “You’re a good guy, Pranav, always looking out. Sonia’s my everything, and having you here makes it special. Let’s toast to good friends and good times. This birthday’s already the best.”

Mom: “Anil, you’re making me blush with all this talk. I’m just happy to see you so excited tonight. Let’s keep celebrating—you deserve it. I’ll be right here with you.”

Me: “Dad, you’re loving this, huh? Pranav’s right—this night’s one for the books. I’m gonna find my friends and dance some more. Save me a spot for the cake cutting.”



In My Mind: "Dad’s such a fool, trusting Pranav like he’s his best buddy. Pranav’s his enemy, playing him right under his nose. I love watching this—it’s like a twisted game I can’t stop following."



In Mom’s Mind: I’m shocked Anil didn’t notice my lipstick or hair. I’m standing here, guilty as hell, and he’s smiling like nothing’s wrong. How can I face him after what I did with Pranav?




In Pranav’s Mind:   Anil’s so stupid, clueless while Sonia’s got my cum in her mouth. He’s praising me like I’m his friend, but I’m going to ruin his life. I’ll take Sonia and everything he has, starting tonight.





Dad leaned in to kiss Mom, his hand resting on her waist, his face soft with love. I froze, my stomach twisting—would she let him kiss her after sucking Pranav’s dick? 

It was so fresh, so raw, and now Dad was about to taste her lips, the same lips that betrayed him minutes ago. My heart pounded, the thought hitting me like a punch, mixing disgust with the thrill that kept me glued to the scene.




In Mom’s Mind:  Anil’s about to kiss me, and I’m scared he’ll taste Pranav on my lips. I’m a terrible wife, doing this on his birthday. I have to let him kiss me to keep him from suspecting, but I’m so ashamed.




Mom didn’t pull away, letting Dad kiss her to avoid making a scene. Their lips locked in a deep French kiss, their tongues sliding together, twisting in a slow, intimate dance under the hall’s dim lights. 







Dad’s hands pulled her closer, their mouths pressed tight, while Mom’s eyes flickered with guilt for a split second before closing, her face a mask of forced calm. 


I felt sick, my stomach churning—Mom had just given Pranav a blowjob, and now Dad was kissing that same mouth, completely unaware of her betrayal.





In Pranav’s Mind:  Anil’s tasting my cum in Sonia’s mouth, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s a pathetic fool, kissing his wife while I own her. I’ll destroy him, and he’ll never see it coming.







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Mom’s face stayed soft, her eyes warm as she looked at Dad, but it was all an act—she was playing the perfect wife, hiding her sin behind a smile. It showed she was in too deep, caught between guilt and the rush of her secret with Pranav. 


She was letting this twisted game play out, right in front of Dad, her loyalty split in a way that made my skin crawl with excitement. 





In Mom’s Mind:  I’m so sorry, Anil, for betraying you like this. I’m kissing you, but I’m thinking of Pranav, and it’s tearing me apart. I’m a horrible wife, and I don’t know how to stop this.




Dad pulled back, his smile bright, his eyes shining with love. Pranav clapped slowly, his grin sharp like a knife, but his applause wasn’t for their kiss—it was for fooling Dad, for the secret they shared behind his back. 

He was Dad’s enemy, every move a step toward tearing his life apart. I watched, my heart racing, loving how Pranav played the game, the hall’s noise fading as I focused on their drama.

Pranav: “Wow, you two, what a kiss! That was some real passion—way to show us how it’s done. Anil, you’re a lucky man to have Sonia. You guys keep the party alive with that kind of love.”

Dad: “Thanks, Pranav, I appreciate that. Sonia’s always been my rock—she makes every day better. That kiss felt special, like we’re young again. This birthday’s perfect with her here.”

Mom: “Anil, you’re too sweet. I’m just happy to be here, celebrating your big day. I love seeing you this happy.”

Pranav: “Anil, you and Sonia are the heart of this party. That kiss was something else—makes me jealous of what you’ve got.


Dad: “Pranav, you’re too kind—thanks for being here. Sonia’s the best part of my life, and tonight proves it. I’m ready to dance some more and keep the fun going. Let’s make this a night we all remember.”

Dad frowned a bit, touching his lips, his brow creasing. “Sonia, your mouth tastes kind of different,” he said. “It’s sweet, but not like usual. What’s that about?” Mom’s eyes flicked to Pranav, a quick glance, before she smiled at Dad, her face calm but tense.

Mom: “Oh, Anil, I popped a mint candy outside—that’s probably it. I grabbed one from my purse to freshen up. I didn’t want to taste like the party food. You like the sweet taste, don’t you?”

Dad: “Yeah, it’s sweet, really nice. I like it, Sonia—it’s different but good. You always surprise me”

Pranav: “Anil, you’re such a foolish man, falling for a mint candy trick. Sonia’s got you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she? That sweet taste is just her magic, man. You’re one lucky guy, even if you’re a bit slow to catch on.”

Dad: “Sonia, you’re full of surprises, and I love it. That mint taste is great—keep those tricks coming. I’m ready to dance with you all night. This party’s everything I hoped for.”


Pranav: “Anil, you’re eating up Sonia’s sweet talk, aren’t you? She’s got a way of keeping things exciting."




Friends, Dad was such a fool, thinking Mom’s mouth tasted sweet from a mint when it was Pranav’s cum he was tasting. He stood there, praising Pranav, clueless that his “friend” was his worst enemy, plotting to steal Mom. The sweet taste was Pranav’s victory, a sick joke Dad didn’t get. He was so blind, trusting Pranav like a brother, making himself an easy target for betrayal.




In Mom’s Mind:  My husband Anil’s such a fool, not noticing the taste of Pranav’s cum in my mouth. I’m starting to wonder if Pranav’s right about him being clueless. Why am I questioning my husband like this?








Mom glanced at Pranav, and he winked at her, his eyes saying he was right about Dad’s stupidity. She quickly looked back at Dad, her smile tight, making sure he didn’t catch on. 

Pranav was Dad’s real enemy, a snake who wanted to ruin his life and take Mom for himself. To me, that was a good thing—the thrill of watching Dad’s world crumble was like a drug, fueling my excitement. 


The hall’s lights pulsed, casting shadows on their faces, making the moment feel like a scene from a twisted movie.Friends, ruining your friend’s life and taking his wife is the best kind of fun, especially when she’s beautiful like Mom.

Life’s about chasing that rush, breaking rules, and taking what you want. Wives aren’t owned—they’re meant to be shared, free for anyone bold enough to claim them. No man should care about another’s relationship; it’s all about the game, and I loved watching Pranav play it like a master.


The rest of the night, Mom stayed glued to Dad, laughing and dancing like the perfect wife, her hand on his arm as they moved through the crowd. Pranav watched from across the room, his eyes narrow, jealousy burning in his stare like a fire. 

I could tell he was plotting something bad for Dad—maybe spreading lies at work, maybe pushing Mom further, anything to break him. His jaw clenched every time Dad laughed, his hands twitching like he was holding back a plan. 

The party’s energy started to fade, the music slowing as people grabbed their coats.As the night ended, people headed out, shouting “Happy birthday, Anil!” as they passed Dad, some patting his back, others waving. 

I found my friends Rohan and Samir near the exit, their shirts damp from dancing, their grins wide. We high-fived, joking about the crazy moves we’d seen, and I promised to text them tomorrow about hanging out. 

Mom’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and tired, “Karan, we’re leaving!” Dad looked worn out, his eyes heavy, his smile weak as the long night dragged him down.I couldn’t stop thinking how useless Dad was, so blind to Mom’s betrayal, trusting Pranav like a close friend. 

He was a good-for-nothing fool, letting his enemy walk all over him while Mom played along. His birthday was a disaster, not because of the party, but because Mom and Pranav made a mockery of him. 

It made me happy, knowing Dad was clueless while I saw the whole twisted show, my heart still racing from the secret.As we were about to leave, Pranav walked up, his car keys jingling, a big grin on his face. 

“Anil, Sonia, let me give you guys a ride home,” he said. “It’s no trouble, and it’s the least I can do for the birthday man. My car’s right outside, nice and comfy. Come on, let me do you this favor.”

Mom: “Thanks, Pranav, but we’re okay. I appreciate the offer, though. We’ll be fine getting home on our own.”

Dad: “Sonia, hold on, let’s take Pranav’s offer. It’s a nice gesture, and I’m worn out from the party. He’s our friend, and it’ll be fun to ride with him. Come on, let’s do it.”

Pranav: “That’s the spirit, Anil! My car’s got plenty of room, and it’s a smooth ride. Sonia, you’ll love it—way better than your old car. Let’s make this night end on a high note.”

Mom: “Okay, Anil, if you’re sure, let’s go with Pranav. Thanks for the offer, Pranav—it’s really kind of you. I just want to get home and rest. It’s been a long night.”

Pranav: “Anil, you won’t regret this—my car’s a beast, perfect for a night like this. Sonia, you’ll see how nice it is to ride in style. I’m happy to help out my favorite birthday guy. Let’s hit the road and keep the good vibes going.”

Dad: “Pranav, you’re a lifesaver—thanks for this. I’m too tired to drive, and Sonia’s probably worn out too. It’s great to have a friend like you."

Mom: “Alright, Pranav, we’ll take the ride—thanks again. Anil’s right; it’s been a long night, and I’m ready to get home. Your car sounds nice; I’m sure it’ll be great. Let’s just make it quick so we can rest.”

Me: “Cool, Pranav, a ride sounds awesome. Dad, you’re gonna love this—Pranav’s car is probably super fancy. I’m ready to get home and crash. This party was wild!”





In Pranav’s Mind:    Anil trusts me so much, letting me drive his family home after I got a blowjob from his wife. He’s a complete idiot, and I’m going to use this to ruin him. Sonia’s mine, and he’ll never see it coming.




I laughed to myself, thinking how Dad let Pranav drive us home, clueless that he’d just given Mom a blowjob. We walked to his car, a shiny black SUV parked under the streetlights, its chrome rims gleaming like mirrors. 


Mom’s eyes widened, clearly impressed by the car’s sleek design, the leather seats visible through the tinted windows. Pranav smirked, his wealth on full display, a silent jab at Dad’s plain sedan parked nearby. 

Mom ran her hand along the car’s smooth door, her fingers lingering on the cool metal, her face showing a mix of awe and guilt as she climbed in.





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