24-11-2025, 12:19 AM
Devika glanced at her watch, suddenly aware of the late hour. It was already 9 PM—outside, darkness had settled over Pune, streetlights casting long shadows across the empty roads. The realization that she'd spent hours in this small apartment hit her with unexpected force.
"I should go," she murmured, though she made no move to stand from her kneeling position.
Dattu's weathered hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of her swollen lips. "It's late," he said, his voice gravelly with desire. "Roads are not safe for a woman alone."
Vishnu nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving her face. "Stay, madam," he urged, his formality slipping back momentarily. "The buses have stopped running."
Devika considered her options—a costly auto-rickshaw ride through dark streets, returning to an empty apartment, or remaining here, enveloped in the warmth of their attention. The decision crystallized with surprising clarity.
"I can't go back home tonight," she acknowledged, rising slowly to her feet. Her knees ached pleasantly from the time spent kneeling on the hard floor.
Standing before them in just her bra and petticoat, she reached for Dattu, her hands cupping his face as she pulled him down into a deep kiss. Her tongue pushed past his lips, exploring his mouth with newfound confidence. The bitter taste of paan lingered on his tongue, strangely addictive now that she'd grown accustomed to it.
Dattu responded eagerly, his rough hands finding the drawstring of her petticoat. His fingers worked at the knot, attempting to loosen the last barrier between them.
Devika broke their kiss, placing her hands over his to still his movements. "Why the hurry?" she asked, her voice low and teasing. "We have all night." Her lips curved into a smile that held both innocence and promise. "Tonight, I am your wife, remember?"
Dattu's eyes darkened at her words, his breath catching audibly. "My wife," he repeated, the possession in his tone sending shivers down her spine.
Devika turned slightly, her gaze sweeping the small living area with its blinking colored lights and half-eaten cake. The intimate setting of the main room suddenly felt too exposed, too casual for what she had in mind.
"Take me to the bedroom," she whispered against Dattu's ear, her teeth grazing his earlobe gently. "Carry me there."
Dattu's eyebrows rose in surprise, but excitement quickly replaced confusion. She turned to Vishnu, who watched them with hungry eyes. "Bring some of that cake cream," she instructed, her voice taking on a commanding edge that surprised all three of them. "Follow us."
Without waiting for a response, she turned back to Dattu expectantly. His weathered face split into a grin of pure joy.
"It's my honor to carry a Kerala woman," he declared, his chest puffing with pride. Before she could prepare herself, he bent and swept her into his arms, then repositioned her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
Devika gasped as the world tilted, her upper body hanging down Dattu's back while her legs dangled over his chest. His calloused hand settled firmly on her buttocks, holding her secure against him. The strength in his grip surprised her—this man, older than her by at least fifteen years, handled her weight with ease, his body hardened by decades of manual labor.
"No one has ever carried me like this before," she admitted, a breathless laugh escaping her lips. The position was undignified, even slightly humiliating, yet she found herself enjoying the novel sensation of being transported like precious cargo.
Dattu's hand squeezed her buttock appreciatively through the thin cotton of her petticoat. "Your husband doesn't know what he's missing," he growled, the vibration of his voice traveling through her body where it pressed against his shoulder.
He carried her through the narrow hallway to the bedroom, Vishnu following behind with a small bowl of cake frosting. The room was dimly lit, with a single lamp casting long shadows across the double bed. Photos of Vishnu's mother had been discreetly turned face-down on the dresser, as if she might disapprove of what was about to transpire in her former domain.
Without ceremony, Dattu deposited Devika on the bed, the springs creaking beneath her sudden weight. Before she could reorient herself, he was upon her, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce kiss that stole her breath. His weight pressed her into the mattress, the coarse hair of his chest scratching pleasantly against her skin.
Breaking the kiss, Devika placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed gently. "Lie down," she commanded softly. "On your back."
Dattu complied immediately, stretching his naked form across the bed. The lamplight highlighted the contours of his body—not the sculpted perfection of a younger man, but the solid strength of one who had lived and worked hard. His arousal stood proudly against his stomach, evidence of his undiminished desire.
Devika turned to Vishnu, who stood watching at the foot of the bed, the bowl of cream in his hands. "You too," she instructed. "Beside your father."
Something flickered in Vishnu's eyes—hesitation, perhaps—but he quickly masked it. He placed the bowl on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself next to Dattu. Father and son lay side by side, their naked bodies a study in contrasts—age and youth, weathered and smooth, experience and vigor.
Devika knelt between them, still clad in her white cotton bra and petticoat. The modest garments, now rumpled from their earlier activities, somehow enhanced rather than diminished her allure. Her hair had come partly undone from its neat braid, dark strands framing her flushed face.
She surveyed the men before her, their erections standing at attention like soldiers awaiting inspection. The power of having these two males completely at her disposal sent a thrill of excitement through her core. Nothing in her sheltered Kerala upbringing, nor in her respectable teaching career, had prepared her for this moment of complete feminine control.
Leaning forward, she placed a soft kiss on Dattu's lips, then turned to offer the same to Vishnu. Their eager responses—Dattu's groan, Vishnu's sharp intake of breath—told her everything she needed to know about her effect on them.
She moved to straddle Dattu's chest, her petticoat riding up to reveal her thighs as she settled her weight on him. His hands immediately found her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh with appreciative pressure. Devika bent forward, her hair falling around them like a dark curtain as she captured his mouth in a deep, lingering kiss.
Dattu responded hungrily, his tongue meeting hers with insistent pressure. She could feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath her, the warmth of his body seeping through her petticoat. The crisp hair of his chest tickled her inner thighs where the fabric had ridden up.
Breaking the kiss, Devika shifted off him, returning to her position kneeling between father and son. Their erections stood tall before her, rigid monuments to their desire. She looked from one to the other, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she noted their eager anticipation.
"So beautiful," she murmured, her gaze traveling the length of their bodies. "Both of you."
She leaned forward, hovering over Vishnu's arousal. Her eyes locked with his as she lowered her head, placing a gentle kiss on the tip. The contact was feather-light, barely there, yet Vishnu's reaction was immediate—his hips jerked upward, seeking more contact as a groan escaped his throat.
Devika pulled back slightly, her smile widening at his response. She turned to Dattu, offering the same teasing kiss to his tip. His weathered hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening with the effort to remain still.
Both men licked their lips unconsciously, their gazes dropping to her cleavage visible above the edge of her bra. The simple cotton cups strained against her breasts, the fabric nearly transparent with perspiration.
Shifting her attention back to Vishnu, she placed her lips directly on his tip, forming a tight seal with her mouth. She squeezed gently, creating suction that pulled at his most sensitive flesh.
"Ah!" Vishnu grunted, his body arching off the bed. "God, that feels—" His words dissolved into incoherent sounds as Devika maintained the gentle pressure, her lips working against him with deliberate slowness.
After several moments, she released him, leaving his tip glistening with moisture. Vishnu collapsed back against the mattress, his chest heaving with rapid breaths.
Devika reached for the bowl on the nightstand, dipping her fingers into the sweet frosting. "I think I'll taste the cake now," she announced, her voice low and teasing. "But not directly."
"What do you mean?" Dattu asked, his eyes following her cream-covered fingers.
Vishnu caught on immediately, his eyes widening with anticipation. "Oh, you're going to—"
"Yes," Devika confirmed, her smile turning mischievous. "I'm going to taste it from you."
She held her cream-coated fingers over Dattu's erection, letting the white frosting drip onto his skin. The sugary substance landed on his tip, slowly trickling down his length in rivulets of sweetness. Using her hand, she spread the cream along his shaft, coating him completely from base to tip.
"My hands are so slippery on you now," she observed, her fingers gliding effortlessly along his frosting-covered length.
Dattu moaned at the sensation, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. The contrast of the white cream against his darker skin created a visual that was both absurd and intensely erotic.
Not neglecting Vishnu, Devika scooped more frosting from the bowl and applied it to his erection, her fingers dancing along his length as she ensured every inch was covered. The cool sweetness against his hot skin made Vishnu hiss through clenched teeth.
Once both men were thoroughly coated, Devika bent over Dattu, her tongue darting out to collect a small taste from his tip. "Mmm," she hummed, her eyes closing briefly in appreciation. "Even sweeter now."
Her gaze met his as she lowered her head again, this time taking him fully into her mouth. The combination of his natural flavor with the sugary frosting created an intoxicating mixture on her tongue. She sucked deeply, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to consume both him and the sweet coating.
"Oh god," Dattu groaned, his hands finding their way to her hair. "Your mouth is so hot against the cool cream."
Devika moaned around him, the vibrations of her voice adding another dimension to his pleasure. She withdrew slowly, her lips maintaining suction until she released him with an audible pop.
"I love doing this," she confessed, her voice thick with desire. "I never knew how much I would enjoy having a man in my mouth."
She turned to Vishnu, repeating the process—first a teasing lick to sample the frosting, then taking him deeply between her lips. Her other hand maintained contact with Dattu, stroking him steadily to ensure his arousal didn't wane.
Moving back and forth between them, Devika gradually removed all traces of the sweet topping, leaving their skin clean but slick with her saliva. Both men watched her ministrations with rapt attention, their breathing growing more ragged with each pass of her talented mouth.
"I never tried anything like this with my husband," she admitted during a brief pause, her lips shiny with moisture and sugar. "And I never will in the future." She looked at each of them in turn, her expression surprisingly earnest. "Thank you for showing such interest in me. With you both, I can explore everything I've been missing."
"You deserve to be worshipped," Dattu declared, his voice rough with emotion.
"You're the sexiest teacher in all of Pune," Vishnu added, his hand reaching out to stroke her arm reverently.
Emboldened by their praise, Devika reached for the bowl again. "Now for something more adventurous," she announced, dipping her fingers into the remaining cream.
This time, she applied the frosting to a more intimate area—coating Dattu's testicles with the sweet mixture, her fingers exploring the wrinkled skin with delicate precision.
"Ah!" Dattu cried out, his entire body tensing at her touch. "Your hands are so soft there."
She repeated the process with Vishnu, whose reaction mirrored his father's—a sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan as her gentle fingers massaged the frosting into his most sensitive areas.
Devika held Dattu's erection up and away, exposing his cream-covered testicles fully to her view. With deliberate slowness, she lowered her head, her tongue extending to collect the sweet coating from the delicate skin. The sensation of her warm tongue against this vulnerable area drew a strangled cry from Dattu's throat.
She worked methodically, licking and sucking until every trace of sweetness was gone, her mouth gentle yet thorough in its attention. When she had finished with him, she moved to Vishnu, offering the same devoted care to his body.
Her tongue ventured further, exploring the sensitive skin beneath his testicles, approaching territories never before touched by a woman's mouth. Vishnu gasped as he felt her tongue lashing delicately near his anus, the forbidden nature of her exploration heightening his pleasure to almost unbearable levels.
"No woman has ever touched me there," he admitted, his voice barely audible above their collective heavy breathing.
Devika raised her head, her eyes meeting his with unexpected tenderness. "Tonight is for new experiences," she reminded him, her hands still working both men with gentle persistence. "For all of us."
Father and son exchanged a glance of shared wonder at this Kerala woman who had entered their lives like a whirlwind, bringing pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. Her willingness to explore and satisfy their desires while discovering her own had transformed what might have been a simple seduction into something far more profound.
As the night stretched before them, full of promise and further delights, Devika felt no regret for her decision to stay. Here, in this small bedroom with these two men—father and son united in their appreciation of her—she had found a freedom and acceptance she'd never known in her marriage. Tomorrow would bring consequences and complications, but tonight belonged to pleasure, to discovery, to the joy of being truly desired.
"I should go," she murmured, though she made no move to stand from her kneeling position.
Dattu's weathered hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of her swollen lips. "It's late," he said, his voice gravelly with desire. "Roads are not safe for a woman alone."
Vishnu nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving her face. "Stay, madam," he urged, his formality slipping back momentarily. "The buses have stopped running."
Devika considered her options—a costly auto-rickshaw ride through dark streets, returning to an empty apartment, or remaining here, enveloped in the warmth of their attention. The decision crystallized with surprising clarity.
"I can't go back home tonight," she acknowledged, rising slowly to her feet. Her knees ached pleasantly from the time spent kneeling on the hard floor.
Standing before them in just her bra and petticoat, she reached for Dattu, her hands cupping his face as she pulled him down into a deep kiss. Her tongue pushed past his lips, exploring his mouth with newfound confidence. The bitter taste of paan lingered on his tongue, strangely addictive now that she'd grown accustomed to it.
Dattu responded eagerly, his rough hands finding the drawstring of her petticoat. His fingers worked at the knot, attempting to loosen the last barrier between them.
Devika broke their kiss, placing her hands over his to still his movements. "Why the hurry?" she asked, her voice low and teasing. "We have all night." Her lips curved into a smile that held both innocence and promise. "Tonight, I am your wife, remember?"
Dattu's eyes darkened at her words, his breath catching audibly. "My wife," he repeated, the possession in his tone sending shivers down her spine.
Devika turned slightly, her gaze sweeping the small living area with its blinking colored lights and half-eaten cake. The intimate setting of the main room suddenly felt too exposed, too casual for what she had in mind.
"Take me to the bedroom," she whispered against Dattu's ear, her teeth grazing his earlobe gently. "Carry me there."
Dattu's eyebrows rose in surprise, but excitement quickly replaced confusion. She turned to Vishnu, who watched them with hungry eyes. "Bring some of that cake cream," she instructed, her voice taking on a commanding edge that surprised all three of them. "Follow us."
Without waiting for a response, she turned back to Dattu expectantly. His weathered face split into a grin of pure joy.
"It's my honor to carry a Kerala woman," he declared, his chest puffing with pride. Before she could prepare herself, he bent and swept her into his arms, then repositioned her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
Devika gasped as the world tilted, her upper body hanging down Dattu's back while her legs dangled over his chest. His calloused hand settled firmly on her buttocks, holding her secure against him. The strength in his grip surprised her—this man, older than her by at least fifteen years, handled her weight with ease, his body hardened by decades of manual labor.
"No one has ever carried me like this before," she admitted, a breathless laugh escaping her lips. The position was undignified, even slightly humiliating, yet she found herself enjoying the novel sensation of being transported like precious cargo.
Dattu's hand squeezed her buttock appreciatively through the thin cotton of her petticoat. "Your husband doesn't know what he's missing," he growled, the vibration of his voice traveling through her body where it pressed against his shoulder.
He carried her through the narrow hallway to the bedroom, Vishnu following behind with a small bowl of cake frosting. The room was dimly lit, with a single lamp casting long shadows across the double bed. Photos of Vishnu's mother had been discreetly turned face-down on the dresser, as if she might disapprove of what was about to transpire in her former domain.
Without ceremony, Dattu deposited Devika on the bed, the springs creaking beneath her sudden weight. Before she could reorient herself, he was upon her, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce kiss that stole her breath. His weight pressed her into the mattress, the coarse hair of his chest scratching pleasantly against her skin.
Breaking the kiss, Devika placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed gently. "Lie down," she commanded softly. "On your back."
Dattu complied immediately, stretching his naked form across the bed. The lamplight highlighted the contours of his body—not the sculpted perfection of a younger man, but the solid strength of one who had lived and worked hard. His arousal stood proudly against his stomach, evidence of his undiminished desire.
Devika turned to Vishnu, who stood watching at the foot of the bed, the bowl of cream in his hands. "You too," she instructed. "Beside your father."
Something flickered in Vishnu's eyes—hesitation, perhaps—but he quickly masked it. He placed the bowl on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself next to Dattu. Father and son lay side by side, their naked bodies a study in contrasts—age and youth, weathered and smooth, experience and vigor.
Devika knelt between them, still clad in her white cotton bra and petticoat. The modest garments, now rumpled from their earlier activities, somehow enhanced rather than diminished her allure. Her hair had come partly undone from its neat braid, dark strands framing her flushed face.
She surveyed the men before her, their erections standing at attention like soldiers awaiting inspection. The power of having these two males completely at her disposal sent a thrill of excitement through her core. Nothing in her sheltered Kerala upbringing, nor in her respectable teaching career, had prepared her for this moment of complete feminine control.
Leaning forward, she placed a soft kiss on Dattu's lips, then turned to offer the same to Vishnu. Their eager responses—Dattu's groan, Vishnu's sharp intake of breath—told her everything she needed to know about her effect on them.
She moved to straddle Dattu's chest, her petticoat riding up to reveal her thighs as she settled her weight on him. His hands immediately found her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh with appreciative pressure. Devika bent forward, her hair falling around them like a dark curtain as she captured his mouth in a deep, lingering kiss.
Dattu responded hungrily, his tongue meeting hers with insistent pressure. She could feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath her, the warmth of his body seeping through her petticoat. The crisp hair of his chest tickled her inner thighs where the fabric had ridden up.
Breaking the kiss, Devika shifted off him, returning to her position kneeling between father and son. Their erections stood tall before her, rigid monuments to their desire. She looked from one to the other, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she noted their eager anticipation.
"So beautiful," she murmured, her gaze traveling the length of their bodies. "Both of you."
She leaned forward, hovering over Vishnu's arousal. Her eyes locked with his as she lowered her head, placing a gentle kiss on the tip. The contact was feather-light, barely there, yet Vishnu's reaction was immediate—his hips jerked upward, seeking more contact as a groan escaped his throat.
Devika pulled back slightly, her smile widening at his response. She turned to Dattu, offering the same teasing kiss to his tip. His weathered hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening with the effort to remain still.
Both men licked their lips unconsciously, their gazes dropping to her cleavage visible above the edge of her bra. The simple cotton cups strained against her breasts, the fabric nearly transparent with perspiration.
Shifting her attention back to Vishnu, she placed her lips directly on his tip, forming a tight seal with her mouth. She squeezed gently, creating suction that pulled at his most sensitive flesh.
"Ah!" Vishnu grunted, his body arching off the bed. "God, that feels—" His words dissolved into incoherent sounds as Devika maintained the gentle pressure, her lips working against him with deliberate slowness.
After several moments, she released him, leaving his tip glistening with moisture. Vishnu collapsed back against the mattress, his chest heaving with rapid breaths.
Devika reached for the bowl on the nightstand, dipping her fingers into the sweet frosting. "I think I'll taste the cake now," she announced, her voice low and teasing. "But not directly."
"What do you mean?" Dattu asked, his eyes following her cream-covered fingers.
Vishnu caught on immediately, his eyes widening with anticipation. "Oh, you're going to—"
"Yes," Devika confirmed, her smile turning mischievous. "I'm going to taste it from you."
She held her cream-coated fingers over Dattu's erection, letting the white frosting drip onto his skin. The sugary substance landed on his tip, slowly trickling down his length in rivulets of sweetness. Using her hand, she spread the cream along his shaft, coating him completely from base to tip.
"My hands are so slippery on you now," she observed, her fingers gliding effortlessly along his frosting-covered length.
Dattu moaned at the sensation, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. The contrast of the white cream against his darker skin created a visual that was both absurd and intensely erotic.
Not neglecting Vishnu, Devika scooped more frosting from the bowl and applied it to his erection, her fingers dancing along his length as she ensured every inch was covered. The cool sweetness against his hot skin made Vishnu hiss through clenched teeth.
Once both men were thoroughly coated, Devika bent over Dattu, her tongue darting out to collect a small taste from his tip. "Mmm," she hummed, her eyes closing briefly in appreciation. "Even sweeter now."
Her gaze met his as she lowered her head again, this time taking him fully into her mouth. The combination of his natural flavor with the sugary frosting created an intoxicating mixture on her tongue. She sucked deeply, her cheeks hollowing as she worked to consume both him and the sweet coating.
"Oh god," Dattu groaned, his hands finding their way to her hair. "Your mouth is so hot against the cool cream."
Devika moaned around him, the vibrations of her voice adding another dimension to his pleasure. She withdrew slowly, her lips maintaining suction until she released him with an audible pop.
"I love doing this," she confessed, her voice thick with desire. "I never knew how much I would enjoy having a man in my mouth."
She turned to Vishnu, repeating the process—first a teasing lick to sample the frosting, then taking him deeply between her lips. Her other hand maintained contact with Dattu, stroking him steadily to ensure his arousal didn't wane.
Moving back and forth between them, Devika gradually removed all traces of the sweet topping, leaving their skin clean but slick with her saliva. Both men watched her ministrations with rapt attention, their breathing growing more ragged with each pass of her talented mouth.
"I never tried anything like this with my husband," she admitted during a brief pause, her lips shiny with moisture and sugar. "And I never will in the future." She looked at each of them in turn, her expression surprisingly earnest. "Thank you for showing such interest in me. With you both, I can explore everything I've been missing."
"You deserve to be worshipped," Dattu declared, his voice rough with emotion.
"You're the sexiest teacher in all of Pune," Vishnu added, his hand reaching out to stroke her arm reverently.
Emboldened by their praise, Devika reached for the bowl again. "Now for something more adventurous," she announced, dipping her fingers into the remaining cream.
This time, she applied the frosting to a more intimate area—coating Dattu's testicles with the sweet mixture, her fingers exploring the wrinkled skin with delicate precision.
"Ah!" Dattu cried out, his entire body tensing at her touch. "Your hands are so soft there."
She repeated the process with Vishnu, whose reaction mirrored his father's—a sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan as her gentle fingers massaged the frosting into his most sensitive areas.
Devika held Dattu's erection up and away, exposing his cream-covered testicles fully to her view. With deliberate slowness, she lowered her head, her tongue extending to collect the sweet coating from the delicate skin. The sensation of her warm tongue against this vulnerable area drew a strangled cry from Dattu's throat.
She worked methodically, licking and sucking until every trace of sweetness was gone, her mouth gentle yet thorough in its attention. When she had finished with him, she moved to Vishnu, offering the same devoted care to his body.
Her tongue ventured further, exploring the sensitive skin beneath his testicles, approaching territories never before touched by a woman's mouth. Vishnu gasped as he felt her tongue lashing delicately near his anus, the forbidden nature of her exploration heightening his pleasure to almost unbearable levels.
"No woman has ever touched me there," he admitted, his voice barely audible above their collective heavy breathing.
Devika raised her head, her eyes meeting his with unexpected tenderness. "Tonight is for new experiences," she reminded him, her hands still working both men with gentle persistence. "For all of us."
Father and son exchanged a glance of shared wonder at this Kerala woman who had entered their lives like a whirlwind, bringing pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. Her willingness to explore and satisfy their desires while discovering her own had transformed what might have been a simple seduction into something far more profound.
As the night stretched before them, full of promise and further delights, Devika felt no regret for her decision to stay. Here, in this small bedroom with these two men—father and son united in their appreciation of her—she had found a freedom and acceptance she'd never known in her marriage. Tomorrow would bring consequences and complications, but tonight belonged to pleasure, to discovery, to the joy of being truly desired.
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