13-10-2025, 08:57 PM
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Scene 4: Drinks and Propositions
After a long, much-needed nap, I showered and changed. The exhaustion from the overnight drive on Tuesday had been replaced by a thrumming, nervous energy. Karthik’s filthy whisper from the morning echoed in my head, and I felt a familiar dampness gather between my legs. He had been buzzing with a restless excitement all day. Now, as evening settled over the mountains on Tuesday, October 14th, he was practically vibrating.
Our cottage was cozy, with a stone fireplace and warm, wooden walls. Just after 8 PM, there was a knock on the interconnecting door that joined our cottage with the one next to it. Karthik opened it with a wide grin.
Karthik: "Welcome! Come in, come in! Drinks are waiting."
Naveen and Sonali stepped inside. Naveen was dressed in a simple t-shirt that stretched tightly across his muscular chest, and Sonali wore a simple, elegant kurta. I tried to avoid looking at her chest, but the memory of her prominent nipples from the rest stop was burned into my mind.
Karthik poured four glasses of whiskey, his movements theatrical. He was in his element, the director of his own private porn scene. We all sat down, the air thick with unspoken anticipation. He didn't even wait for us to finish our first sip.
He turned to Naveen, his eyes gleaming.
Karthik: "So, Naveen. Let's not beat around the bush. You've had a taste of my wife before. I want to know what you think."
I choked on my drink, my cheeks instantly flushing with heat. Naveen simply took a calm sip of his whiskey, a confident smirk playing on his lips.
Naveen: "She's... impressive, Karthik. Very impressive."
This wasn't enough for my husband. He leaned forward, his voice dropping, but his words were meant for everyone to hear.
Karthik: "Her yoga has made her incredibly flexible, hasn't it? Tell me, did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy wrapping her legs around your head?"
My gaze dropped to the floor, my whole body burning with a mixture of shame and a powerful, undeniable arousal. This was so much more intense than I ever imagined.
Naveen: "I enjoyed every single thing about her. She took all 9 inches of me like a champion."
Karthik let out a low groan of pleasure, closing his eyes for a second. He was getting off on this, on just the words alone.
My eyes, unable to look at either of the men, drifted over to Sonali. She was sitting quietly on the armchair, watching the exchange with a calm, unreadable expression. As my eyes settled on her, I saw it.
A small, dark circle was blooming on the light fabric of her kurta, right over her left nipple. It was a wet spot, growing slowly. As I stared, mesmerized, I saw a single, pearly white drop of liquid well up and soak into the cloth.
Is that... milk?
The thought was so bizarre, so unexpected, it momentarily shocked me out of my aroused state. Sonali must have felt my stare. Her eyes met mine, and she gave a tiny, almost imperceptible shrug, a secretive smile playing on her lips before she subtly shifted, using her arm to cover the spot.
The fascination of that strange, intimate detail held me captive, until Karthik's voice cut through the haze, pulling me back into his game.
Karthik: "Words are good," he said, his voice now a low growl. "But I think we need a little more action. How about we play a game?"
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After a long, much-needed nap, I showered and changed. The exhaustion from the overnight drive on Tuesday had been replaced by a thrumming, nervous energy. Karthik’s filthy whisper from the morning echoed in my head, and I felt a familiar dampness gather between my legs. He had been buzzing with a restless excitement all day. Now, as evening settled over the mountains on Tuesday, October 14th, he was practically vibrating.
Our cottage was cozy, with a stone fireplace and warm, wooden walls. Just after 8 PM, there was a knock on the interconnecting door that joined our cottage with the one next to it. Karthik opened it with a wide grin.
Karthik: "Welcome! Come in, come in! Drinks are waiting."
Naveen and Sonali stepped inside. Naveen was dressed in a simple t-shirt that stretched tightly across his muscular chest, and Sonali wore a simple, elegant kurta. I tried to avoid looking at her chest, but the memory of her prominent nipples from the rest stop was burned into my mind.
Karthik poured four glasses of whiskey, his movements theatrical. He was in his element, the director of his own private porn scene. We all sat down, the air thick with unspoken anticipation. He didn't even wait for us to finish our first sip.
He turned to Naveen, his eyes gleaming.
Karthik: "So, Naveen. Let's not beat around the bush. You've had a taste of my wife before. I want to know what you think."
I choked on my drink, my cheeks instantly flushing with heat. Naveen simply took a calm sip of his whiskey, a confident smirk playing on his lips.
Naveen: "She's... impressive, Karthik. Very impressive."
This wasn't enough for my husband. He leaned forward, his voice dropping, but his words were meant for everyone to hear.
Karthik: "Her yoga has made her incredibly flexible, hasn't it? Tell me, did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy wrapping her legs around your head?"
My gaze dropped to the floor, my whole body burning with a mixture of shame and a powerful, undeniable arousal. This was so much more intense than I ever imagined.
Naveen: "I enjoyed every single thing about her. She took all 9 inches of me like a champion."
Karthik let out a low groan of pleasure, closing his eyes for a second. He was getting off on this, on just the words alone.
My eyes, unable to look at either of the men, drifted over to Sonali. She was sitting quietly on the armchair, watching the exchange with a calm, unreadable expression. As my eyes settled on her, I saw it.
A small, dark circle was blooming on the light fabric of her kurta, right over her left nipple. It was a wet spot, growing slowly. As I stared, mesmerized, I saw a single, pearly white drop of liquid well up and soak into the cloth.
Is that... milk?
The thought was so bizarre, so unexpected, it momentarily shocked me out of my aroused state. Sonali must have felt my stare. Her eyes met mine, and she gave a tiny, almost imperceptible shrug, a secretive smile playing on her lips before she subtly shifted, using her arm to cover the spot.
The fascination of that strange, intimate detail held me captive, until Karthik's voice cut through the haze, pulling me back into his game.
Karthik: "Words are good," he said, his voice now a low growl. "But I think we need a little more action. How about we play a game?"
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