06-01-2026, 09:10 AM
39. Afterglow and Lingering Hungers
The TV screen fades to black, the credits scrolling silently as the room pulses with heavy breaths and the musky scent of sex. Anjali sprawls across the armrest, her milky white skin streaked with sweat and your cum, those massive tits heaving with each ragged inhale. Her blue eyes gleam with satisfaction, pink lips swollen from kisses, as she licks the last traces of you from her mouth. Priya kneels nearby, her own body flushed, fingers still slick from touching herself, watching Anjali with a mix of envy and desire. Rajesh sits frozen on the couch, his hand buried in his pants, small cock spent in a pathetic spurt that barely wetted his underwear. His face burns red, eyes wide at the chaos he's witnessed—his wife turned into a wanton slut right in front of him.
You pull Anjali up gently, her voluptuous frame melting against your chest, ass cheeks still tingling from your slaps. 'That was just the appetizer, akkayya,' you whisper into her ear, nipping the lobe before sucking it clean of any stray saliva. She shudders, pussy clenching emptily now that you're out, a dribble of your mixed fluids leaking down her thigh. Her hand slides to your semi-hard cock, stroking it lazily, thumb smearing the remnants of cum over the head. 'Emandi... you wrecked me,' she purrs, voice thick with post-orgasm haze, turning to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss—tongues sliding together, tasting the salt of her own juices on you.
Priya rises, shedding her clothes fully, her slimmer body contrasting Anjali's curves as she presses against Anjali's side. 'My turn to clean up,' she murmurs, leaning down to lap at the cum on Anjali's back, tongue tracing the spine in long, flat strokes that make Anjali arch and moan into your mouth. Priya's mouth works lower, sucking the sticky ropes from Anjali's ass crack, rimming the pink hole briefly before delving between her cheeks to tongue the leaking pussy. Anjali breaks the kiss with a gasp, hips bucking back. 'Priya... yes, lick it out, taste thammudu's seed in me.' You watch, cock twitching back to life in Anjali's grip, as Priya's fingers spread Anjali's folds, tongue plunging deep to scoop out your load, swallowing with audible gulps.
Rajesh shifts uncomfortably, his voice cracking. 'Anjali... what... how could you?' But there's no real anger, just that familiar defeat, his eyes locked on Priya's ass as she bends over, her own pussy exposed and dripping. Anjali glances at him, her expression a mix of pity and disdain, blue eyes narrowing. 'Watch and learn, Rajesh. This is what a woman needs.' She pushes Priya's head deeper, grinding against her face while pumping your cock harder, the veined shaft thickening in her fist. You groan, thrusting into her hand, then grab Anjali's tits again, squeezing the heavy globes until milk-white flesh bulges between your fingers, nipples hardening under your palms.
The tension snaps—you lift Anjali effortlessly, carrying her to the couch where Rajesh sits, dumping her beside him so her thigh presses against his. She ignores him, pulling you down on top, legs wrapping around your waist as your cock nudges her entrance. 'Fuck me again, Vinay... fill me while he sees.' You thrust in hard, her pussy still slick and swollen, walls gripping you like a hot fist. She cries out, nails digging into your shoulders, massive breasts bouncing with each slam of your hips. Rajesh flinches but doesn't move, his small dick stirring again at the sight—Anjali's body undulating under you, pink nipples erect and begging.
Priya crawls over, straddling Rajesh's lap facing away, her hand guiding his pathetic cock to her entrance. 'Come on, bhayya... join in,' she coos, sinking down slowly, her pussy engulfing him with ease compared to your girth. Rajesh gasps, hands tentatively gripping her hips, thrusting up weakly as she rides him. But his eyes stay on you and Anjali, envy twisting his features. You pound deeper, cock bottoming out against Anjali's cervix, balls slapping her ass with wet smacks. 'Your wife's mine now,' you growl at him, leaning to suck Anjali's neck, teeth marking the white skin while your hand mauls her tit, pinching the nipple until she yelps.
Anjali turns her head, kissing Rajesh sloppily—more to taunt than to connect—her tongue invading his mouth while you rail her. He kisses back desperately, but she pulls away with a laugh, focusing on you. 'Harder, emandi... make my pussy yours.' Priya bounces faster on Rajesh, her moans mixing with Anjali's, reaching over to tweak Anjali's free nipple, twisting it in sync with your thrusts. The room fills with lewd sounds: skin slapping, wet squelches from pussies taking cock, breathy cries and grunts.
You flip Anjali onto all fours, facing Rajesh, her tits dangling like pendulums as you re-enter from behind, hands gripping her wide hips. Your cock stretches her pink walls, visible in glimpses as you pull back, coated in her cream. She locks eyes with Rajesh, moaning directly at him: 'See how he fucks me? Your tiny prick never reaches this deep.' Rajesh whimpers, thrusting harder into Priya, who grinds down, clenching around him. Priya leans forward, capturing Anjali's lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues dueling while you slap Anjali's ass, watching the cheeks ripple.
The build is relentless—you reach under, fingers finding Anjali's clit, rubbing furious circles that make her buck wildly. 'Cum for me, akkayya... squeeze my cock.' She does, shattering with a scream, pussy convulsing, juices squirting back onto your thighs. The sight pushes you over; you bury deep, flooding her with hot spurts, cum overflowing around your shaft. Priya cums next, her walls milking Rajesh until he spurts feebly inside her, groaning in shame and relief.
You pull out, cum dripping from Anjali's gaping pussy, and Priya dives in immediately, licking her clean—tongue scooping your seed mixed with Anjali's squirt. Anjali collapses forward, head in Rajesh's lap, but she nuzzles your thigh instead, kissing your softening cock. 'More later, thammudu?' she asks, blue eyes sparkling. Rajesh strokes her hair awkwardly, the group tangled in exhausted limbs, the air thick with satisfaction and unspoken shifts.
As the night deepens, the boundaries blur further, desires weaving tighter in the complex's hidden passions.
The TV screen fades to black, the credits scrolling silently as the room pulses with heavy breaths and the musky scent of sex. Anjali sprawls across the armrest, her milky white skin streaked with sweat and your cum, those massive tits heaving with each ragged inhale. Her blue eyes gleam with satisfaction, pink lips swollen from kisses, as she licks the last traces of you from her mouth. Priya kneels nearby, her own body flushed, fingers still slick from touching herself, watching Anjali with a mix of envy and desire. Rajesh sits frozen on the couch, his hand buried in his pants, small cock spent in a pathetic spurt that barely wetted his underwear. His face burns red, eyes wide at the chaos he's witnessed—his wife turned into a wanton slut right in front of him.
You pull Anjali up gently, her voluptuous frame melting against your chest, ass cheeks still tingling from your slaps. 'That was just the appetizer, akkayya,' you whisper into her ear, nipping the lobe before sucking it clean of any stray saliva. She shudders, pussy clenching emptily now that you're out, a dribble of your mixed fluids leaking down her thigh. Her hand slides to your semi-hard cock, stroking it lazily, thumb smearing the remnants of cum over the head. 'Emandi... you wrecked me,' she purrs, voice thick with post-orgasm haze, turning to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss—tongues sliding together, tasting the salt of her own juices on you.
Priya rises, shedding her clothes fully, her slimmer body contrasting Anjali's curves as she presses against Anjali's side. 'My turn to clean up,' she murmurs, leaning down to lap at the cum on Anjali's back, tongue tracing the spine in long, flat strokes that make Anjali arch and moan into your mouth. Priya's mouth works lower, sucking the sticky ropes from Anjali's ass crack, rimming the pink hole briefly before delving between her cheeks to tongue the leaking pussy. Anjali breaks the kiss with a gasp, hips bucking back. 'Priya... yes, lick it out, taste thammudu's seed in me.' You watch, cock twitching back to life in Anjali's grip, as Priya's fingers spread Anjali's folds, tongue plunging deep to scoop out your load, swallowing with audible gulps.
Rajesh shifts uncomfortably, his voice cracking. 'Anjali... what... how could you?' But there's no real anger, just that familiar defeat, his eyes locked on Priya's ass as she bends over, her own pussy exposed and dripping. Anjali glances at him, her expression a mix of pity and disdain, blue eyes narrowing. 'Watch and learn, Rajesh. This is what a woman needs.' She pushes Priya's head deeper, grinding against her face while pumping your cock harder, the veined shaft thickening in her fist. You groan, thrusting into her hand, then grab Anjali's tits again, squeezing the heavy globes until milk-white flesh bulges between your fingers, nipples hardening under your palms.
The tension snaps—you lift Anjali effortlessly, carrying her to the couch where Rajesh sits, dumping her beside him so her thigh presses against his. She ignores him, pulling you down on top, legs wrapping around your waist as your cock nudges her entrance. 'Fuck me again, Vinay... fill me while he sees.' You thrust in hard, her pussy still slick and swollen, walls gripping you like a hot fist. She cries out, nails digging into your shoulders, massive breasts bouncing with each slam of your hips. Rajesh flinches but doesn't move, his small dick stirring again at the sight—Anjali's body undulating under you, pink nipples erect and begging.
Priya crawls over, straddling Rajesh's lap facing away, her hand guiding his pathetic cock to her entrance. 'Come on, bhayya... join in,' she coos, sinking down slowly, her pussy engulfing him with ease compared to your girth. Rajesh gasps, hands tentatively gripping her hips, thrusting up weakly as she rides him. But his eyes stay on you and Anjali, envy twisting his features. You pound deeper, cock bottoming out against Anjali's cervix, balls slapping her ass with wet smacks. 'Your wife's mine now,' you growl at him, leaning to suck Anjali's neck, teeth marking the white skin while your hand mauls her tit, pinching the nipple until she yelps.
Anjali turns her head, kissing Rajesh sloppily—more to taunt than to connect—her tongue invading his mouth while you rail her. He kisses back desperately, but she pulls away with a laugh, focusing on you. 'Harder, emandi... make my pussy yours.' Priya bounces faster on Rajesh, her moans mixing with Anjali's, reaching over to tweak Anjali's free nipple, twisting it in sync with your thrusts. The room fills with lewd sounds: skin slapping, wet squelches from pussies taking cock, breathy cries and grunts.
You flip Anjali onto all fours, facing Rajesh, her tits dangling like pendulums as you re-enter from behind, hands gripping her wide hips. Your cock stretches her pink walls, visible in glimpses as you pull back, coated in her cream. She locks eyes with Rajesh, moaning directly at him: 'See how he fucks me? Your tiny prick never reaches this deep.' Rajesh whimpers, thrusting harder into Priya, who grinds down, clenching around him. Priya leans forward, capturing Anjali's lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues dueling while you slap Anjali's ass, watching the cheeks ripple.
The build is relentless—you reach under, fingers finding Anjali's clit, rubbing furious circles that make her buck wildly. 'Cum for me, akkayya... squeeze my cock.' She does, shattering with a scream, pussy convulsing, juices squirting back onto your thighs. The sight pushes you over; you bury deep, flooding her with hot spurts, cum overflowing around your shaft. Priya cums next, her walls milking Rajesh until he spurts feebly inside her, groaning in shame and relief.
You pull out, cum dripping from Anjali's gaping pussy, and Priya dives in immediately, licking her clean—tongue scooping your seed mixed with Anjali's squirt. Anjali collapses forward, head in Rajesh's lap, but she nuzzles your thigh instead, kissing your softening cock. 'More later, thammudu?' she asks, blue eyes sparkling. Rajesh strokes her hair awkwardly, the group tangled in exhausted limbs, the air thick with satisfaction and unspoken shifts.
As the night deepens, the boundaries blur further, desires weaving tighter in the complex's hidden passions.
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