30-12-2025, 03:46 PM
Priya's body moved like liquid fire against Raj's, her hips rolling in time with the bass-thumping beat. She pressed her ass back into his groin, feeling the growing hardness there, and glanced over her shoulder with a wicked smile. Raj's hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress. Akhil watched from the table, his beer forgotten, a knot of jealousy and excitement twisting in his gut. His cock strained against his zipper, betraying him as he imagined what might happen next.
Lena joined them on the dance floor after a minute, laughing as she sandwiched Priya between her and Raj. The three of them swayed together, Priya's dress inching higher with each grind, the hem teasing the curve of her cheeks. A few patrons nearby whistled, but Priya didn't care—she thrived on the attention, her exhibitionist streak fueling the heat building between her thighs. She caught Akhil's eye again, her lips parting in a silent taunt: Watch me.
After a few songs, Priya sauntered back to the table, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Raj followed, adjusting his pants discreetly, while Lena trailed behind, fanning herself. 'That was fun,' Priya purred, sliding onto Akhil's lap instead of her own stool. She ground down subtly, her bare pussy lips brushing his thigh through the thin dress. 'You should've joined us, hubby. Or are you too busy being my little voyeur?'
Akhil's face burned, but he didn't push her off. 'Priya, please,' he muttered, his voice low. Raj chuckled, clapping Akhil on the shoulder a bit too hard. 'She's a firecracker, man. You lucky guy.' Lena smirked, sipping her drink, clearly in on the game.
The conversation shifted to lighter topics, but Priya kept the edge sharp. She fed Akhil a sip of her cocktail from her fingers, making him lick them clean while Raj watched. 'Good boy,' she whispered, then turned to Raj. 'Tell me, does Lena let you get away with that premature nonsense, or do you last longer than my husband?'
Raj's eyes widened, but he played along with a grin. 'Hey, no complaints here.' Akhil squirmed under Priya, his erection throbbing painfully as humiliation washed over him. She shifted, pressing her wetness against his leg, marking him with her arousal. 'See? Even talking about it gets you hard. Pathetic, but cute.'
As the bar started to thin out, Priya suggested heading home. 'Akhil, drive us back. Raj, Lena—want to come for a nightcap? Our place isn't far.' They agreed eagerly, and soon Akhil was behind the wheel again, Priya in the passenger seat with Raj and Lena in the back. The air was thick with tension; Priya's hand rested high on Akhil's thigh, squeezing whenever he glanced in the rearview mirror at Raj's hand casually on Lena's knee.
At home, their modest apartment felt smaller with guests. Priya kicked off her heels and poured drinks in the living room, her dress still scandalously short. 'Make yourselves comfortable,' she said, dimming the lights. Akhil hovered awkwardly, fetching glasses like a servant. As they settled on the couch, Priya sat between Raj and Lena, her legs dbangd over Raj's lap. 'Akhil, why don't you sit on the floor? It's cozier down there.'
He obeyed, kneeling at her feet, his heart racing. Priya's toes traced his chest, then lower, nudging his crotch. 'Look at him, so eager to please.' She leaned into Raj, her hand sliding up his shirt. Lena watched with amusement, sipping her wine. The room grew warmer, charged with unspoken possibilities.
Priya's dominance escalated quickly. She pulled Raj into a deep kiss right there, her tongue exploring his mouth while Akhil watched inches away. Raj's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts through the dress, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. Priya broke the kiss with a gasp, turning to Akhil. 'Unzip me. Now.'
Trembling, Akhil reached up and tugged the zipper down her back. The dress pooled at her waist, exposing her naked torso—full breasts bouncing free, nipples erect in the cool air. Raj groaned appreciatively, leaning in to suck one into his mouth. Priya moaned, arching into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. 'That's it, suck my tits like my husband never does.'
Akhil's cock leaked pre-cum into his underwear, the sight of another man devouring his wife's breasts driving him wild. Lena scooted closer, her hand slipping under Priya's dress to finger her soaked pussy. 'God, you're dripping,' Lena murmured. Priya spread her legs wider, the dress hiking up to reveal everything. 'Akhil, pull it off. Let them see how wet I get for real men.'
He slid the dress away, leaving Priya nude on the couch. Raj stripped off his shirt, then his pants, his thick cock springing free—bigger than Akhil's, veined and ready. Priya wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly. 'Feel this? This is what a real dick feels like.' She guided Akhil's hand to it, forcing him to grip the shaft. 'Jerk him off for me, cuck.'
Humiliation burned through Akhil as he pumped Raj's cock, feeling it pulse under his fingers. Priya watched, her free hand rubbing her clit while Lena kissed her neck. 'Good boy. Now watch him fuck me.' Raj positioned Priya on all fours, her ass high, pussy glistening. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, then thrust in deep, stretching her with one stroke.
Priya cried out, pushing back to take every inch. 'Fuck, yes—harder than you ever could, Akhil!' Raj pounded into her, balls slapping her thighs, his hands gripping her hips. Akhil knelt there, stroking his own smaller cock through his pants as ordered, tears of shame mixing with lust. Lena straddled Priya's face, grinding her pussy against her mouth. Priya licked eagerly, tongue delving into Lena's folds, sucking her clit.
The room filled with wet slaps, moans, and Priya's muffled commands. Raj fucked her relentlessly, pulling her hair, spanking her ass red. 'Take it, slut,' he growled. Priya came first, shuddering around his cock, juices squirting onto the couch. Raj followed, pulling out to cum across her back, thick ropes painting her skin.
Panting, Priya turned to Akhil. 'Clean me up.' He leaned in, licking Raj's cum from her body, tasting the salty bitterness while his wife laughed. Lena came on Priya's tongue moments later, flooding her mouth. Exhausted, the group collapsed, but Priya's eyes gleamed with more plans. 'This is just the start, hubby. Tomorrow, meet Sundar—our cleaning boy. He'll love seeing you like this.'
The next morning, Akhil woke to the sound of voices in the kitchen. Priya was there, dressed in a low-hip saree that barely clung to her curves, the fabric dbangd scandalously low to expose her navel and the smooth dip of her hips. Her blouse was tiny, only three buttons holding it closed, her deep cleavage spilling out, midriff fully bare. She'd started this at home weeks ago—first the low saree, then the skimpy tops after their unsatisfying nights in bed, where his premature finish left her wanting.
Sundar, the 22-year-old cleaner, was chopping vegetables on the floor beside her. Priya sat cross-legged, her saree riding up to show her thighs, pallu tucked loosely between her breasts, letting them jiggle with each movement. 'It's so hot in here,' she complained, fanning herself and hiking the saree higher, revealing more skin. Sundar stared openly, his young eyes hungry, but he kept working, stealing glances at her exposed navel and the shadow between her legs.
Akhil peeked from the hallway, too ashamed to enter. Priya knew he was there; she always did. 'Sundar, hand me that knife,' she said, leaning forward so her blouse gaped, nipples nearly peeking out. He did, his hand brushing hers, lingering. Akhil's stomach churned—his wife, provocative only in front of the servants now, dominating him with every tease.
'Archana—wait, Priya,' Akhil whispered to himself, but the name slip didn't matter. She called out, 'Akhil, come help! Or are you hiding because you can't satisfy anyone?' He stepped in, face red, as Sundar smirked. Priya stood, saree slipping lower, and pulled Akhil close. 'Tell Sundar how you cum too quick, darling. Maybe he'll show you how a real man does it.'
Sundar chuckled, emboldened. Priya pressed against Akhil, her hand cupping his crotch. 'See? Soft already. Pathetic.' She turned to Sundar, winking. 'Want to watch me fix that?' The humiliation deepened, Akhil's world shrinking to her commands, her body on display for all but him to touch.
Lena joined them on the dance floor after a minute, laughing as she sandwiched Priya between her and Raj. The three of them swayed together, Priya's dress inching higher with each grind, the hem teasing the curve of her cheeks. A few patrons nearby whistled, but Priya didn't care—she thrived on the attention, her exhibitionist streak fueling the heat building between her thighs. She caught Akhil's eye again, her lips parting in a silent taunt: Watch me.
After a few songs, Priya sauntered back to the table, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Raj followed, adjusting his pants discreetly, while Lena trailed behind, fanning herself. 'That was fun,' Priya purred, sliding onto Akhil's lap instead of her own stool. She ground down subtly, her bare pussy lips brushing his thigh through the thin dress. 'You should've joined us, hubby. Or are you too busy being my little voyeur?'
Akhil's face burned, but he didn't push her off. 'Priya, please,' he muttered, his voice low. Raj chuckled, clapping Akhil on the shoulder a bit too hard. 'She's a firecracker, man. You lucky guy.' Lena smirked, sipping her drink, clearly in on the game.
The conversation shifted to lighter topics, but Priya kept the edge sharp. She fed Akhil a sip of her cocktail from her fingers, making him lick them clean while Raj watched. 'Good boy,' she whispered, then turned to Raj. 'Tell me, does Lena let you get away with that premature nonsense, or do you last longer than my husband?'
Raj's eyes widened, but he played along with a grin. 'Hey, no complaints here.' Akhil squirmed under Priya, his erection throbbing painfully as humiliation washed over him. She shifted, pressing her wetness against his leg, marking him with her arousal. 'See? Even talking about it gets you hard. Pathetic, but cute.'
As the bar started to thin out, Priya suggested heading home. 'Akhil, drive us back. Raj, Lena—want to come for a nightcap? Our place isn't far.' They agreed eagerly, and soon Akhil was behind the wheel again, Priya in the passenger seat with Raj and Lena in the back. The air was thick with tension; Priya's hand rested high on Akhil's thigh, squeezing whenever he glanced in the rearview mirror at Raj's hand casually on Lena's knee.
At home, their modest apartment felt smaller with guests. Priya kicked off her heels and poured drinks in the living room, her dress still scandalously short. 'Make yourselves comfortable,' she said, dimming the lights. Akhil hovered awkwardly, fetching glasses like a servant. As they settled on the couch, Priya sat between Raj and Lena, her legs dbangd over Raj's lap. 'Akhil, why don't you sit on the floor? It's cozier down there.'
He obeyed, kneeling at her feet, his heart racing. Priya's toes traced his chest, then lower, nudging his crotch. 'Look at him, so eager to please.' She leaned into Raj, her hand sliding up his shirt. Lena watched with amusement, sipping her wine. The room grew warmer, charged with unspoken possibilities.
Priya's dominance escalated quickly. She pulled Raj into a deep kiss right there, her tongue exploring his mouth while Akhil watched inches away. Raj's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts through the dress, thumbs circling her hardening nipples. Priya broke the kiss with a gasp, turning to Akhil. 'Unzip me. Now.'
Trembling, Akhil reached up and tugged the zipper down her back. The dress pooled at her waist, exposing her naked torso—full breasts bouncing free, nipples erect in the cool air. Raj groaned appreciatively, leaning in to suck one into his mouth. Priya moaned, arching into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. 'That's it, suck my tits like my husband never does.'
Akhil's cock leaked pre-cum into his underwear, the sight of another man devouring his wife's breasts driving him wild. Lena scooted closer, her hand slipping under Priya's dress to finger her soaked pussy. 'God, you're dripping,' Lena murmured. Priya spread her legs wider, the dress hiking up to reveal everything. 'Akhil, pull it off. Let them see how wet I get for real men.'
He slid the dress away, leaving Priya nude on the couch. Raj stripped off his shirt, then his pants, his thick cock springing free—bigger than Akhil's, veined and ready. Priya wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly. 'Feel this? This is what a real dick feels like.' She guided Akhil's hand to it, forcing him to grip the shaft. 'Jerk him off for me, cuck.'
Humiliation burned through Akhil as he pumped Raj's cock, feeling it pulse under his fingers. Priya watched, her free hand rubbing her clit while Lena kissed her neck. 'Good boy. Now watch him fuck me.' Raj positioned Priya on all fours, her ass high, pussy glistening. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, then thrust in deep, stretching her with one stroke.
Priya cried out, pushing back to take every inch. 'Fuck, yes—harder than you ever could, Akhil!' Raj pounded into her, balls slapping her thighs, his hands gripping her hips. Akhil knelt there, stroking his own smaller cock through his pants as ordered, tears of shame mixing with lust. Lena straddled Priya's face, grinding her pussy against her mouth. Priya licked eagerly, tongue delving into Lena's folds, sucking her clit.
The room filled with wet slaps, moans, and Priya's muffled commands. Raj fucked her relentlessly, pulling her hair, spanking her ass red. 'Take it, slut,' he growled. Priya came first, shuddering around his cock, juices squirting onto the couch. Raj followed, pulling out to cum across her back, thick ropes painting her skin.
Panting, Priya turned to Akhil. 'Clean me up.' He leaned in, licking Raj's cum from her body, tasting the salty bitterness while his wife laughed. Lena came on Priya's tongue moments later, flooding her mouth. Exhausted, the group collapsed, but Priya's eyes gleamed with more plans. 'This is just the start, hubby. Tomorrow, meet Sundar—our cleaning boy. He'll love seeing you like this.'
The next morning, Akhil woke to the sound of voices in the kitchen. Priya was there, dressed in a low-hip saree that barely clung to her curves, the fabric dbangd scandalously low to expose her navel and the smooth dip of her hips. Her blouse was tiny, only three buttons holding it closed, her deep cleavage spilling out, midriff fully bare. She'd started this at home weeks ago—first the low saree, then the skimpy tops after their unsatisfying nights in bed, where his premature finish left her wanting.
Sundar, the 22-year-old cleaner, was chopping vegetables on the floor beside her. Priya sat cross-legged, her saree riding up to show her thighs, pallu tucked loosely between her breasts, letting them jiggle with each movement. 'It's so hot in here,' she complained, fanning herself and hiking the saree higher, revealing more skin. Sundar stared openly, his young eyes hungry, but he kept working, stealing glances at her exposed navel and the shadow between her legs.
Akhil peeked from the hallway, too ashamed to enter. Priya knew he was there; she always did. 'Sundar, hand me that knife,' she said, leaning forward so her blouse gaped, nipples nearly peeking out. He did, his hand brushing hers, lingering. Akhil's stomach churned—his wife, provocative only in front of the servants now, dominating him with every tease.
'Archana—wait, Priya,' Akhil whispered to himself, but the name slip didn't matter. She called out, 'Akhil, come help! Or are you hiding because you can't satisfy anyone?' He stepped in, face red, as Sundar smirked. Priya stood, saree slipping lower, and pulled Akhil close. 'Tell Sundar how you cum too quick, darling. Maybe he'll show you how a real man does it.'
Sundar chuckled, emboldened. Priya pressed against Akhil, her hand cupping his crotch. 'See? Soft already. Pathetic.' She turned to Sundar, winking. 'Want to watch me fix that?' The humiliation deepened, Akhil's world shrinking to her commands, her body on display for all but him to touch.
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