Misc. Erotica Couple swapping sexperience of Chaitali by Anonymous

[Aslaan pala]

Hi, it's Chaitali again, your insatiable storyteller, diving deeper into that steamy night at Bhanu Bhaiya's Delhi bungalow three months after our last big group frenzy. We'd just wrapped up that core threesome with Bhanu, Shilpi, and me—bodies slick with sweat and cum, Shilpi's virgin ass freshly claimed by Bhanu's monster cock while I licked her clit to screaming orgasms, jealousy turning into a shared, filthy bond that left us all trembling. But as the wine and lust kept flowing, the energy spilled over. Manish—my sweet, ever-eager husband—and Jeetu had been hovering at the bedroom door, their cocks rock-hard from watching us through the crack, stroking themselves slowly while whispering dirty commentary. Kiran, that sultry vixen with her athletic body, piercing eyes, and endless appetite for rough play, had slipped in quietly during our cleanup cuddles, her fingers already trailing down her own thighs as she eyed the scene.
Bhanu, still buried between Shilpi and me in a tangle of limbs, glanced up with that dominant grin. "Manish, Jeetu—take Kiran to the guest room. She's been edging herself watching us. Give her what she needs... wild and hard. We'll join later if you're not done." Kiran licked her lips, her dress already hiked up, no panties in sight—pussy glistening under the dim lights. "Haan, boys... I've been craving a proper spit-roast. Make me scream louder than these three." Manish shot me a wink, his cock twitching at the idea, while Jeetu—always the enthusiastic one with his lean, hung frame—grabbed Kiran's hand, pulling her close for a quick, tongue-filled kiss that made her moan into his mouth.
They vanished down the hall to the guest room, door clicking shut but not locked—inviting peeks or interruptions. Shilpi, Bhanu, and I took a breather, sipping water and trading lazy kisses, but curiosity (and my voyeur kink) got the better of me. "Let's sneak a look later," I whispered to Bhanu, who chuckled and nodded, his hand idly fingering Shilpi's newly stretched ass. For now, though, let's zoom in on what happened in that guest room—pieced together from Manish's breathless recount later, Kiran's smug texts the next day, and my own peeks through the keyhole. Trust me, it was wilder than anything we'd done before: a raw, animalistic threesome that pushed boundaries, fueled by pent-up lust and creative twists that turned the room into a den of pure ecstasy.
The guest room was smaller, more intimate—queen bed with silk sheets, a full-length mirror on the wardrobe, and a plush armchair in the corner. Mood lighting from a lamp cast shadows that made everything feel forbidden. Kiran didn't waste time; she shoved Manish against the door the second it closed, dropping to her knees and yanking down his pants. "I've wanted this cock since the farmhouse," she purred, taking him deep in one swallow—throat relaxing like a pro, gagging only for show as saliva dripped down his shaft. Manish groaned, hands fisting her hair: "Fuck, Kiran... suck it like you mean it." Jeetu stripped behind her, his long, veiny cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. He knelt, hiking her dress over her hips, and buried his face in her ass—tongue lashing her pussy from behind, slurping noisily while fingering her clit with quick, rough circles.
Kiran popped off Manish's cock with a wet smack, turning her head to moan: "Jeetu... deeper, eat my ass too!" He obliged, spreading her cheeks wide and rimming her puckered hole—slow circles turning to deep probes, his tongue fucking in and out while she bucked back. "Ahh, yes! Make me your dirty girl." Manish, not one to be sidelined, pulled her up by the hair and spun her around, bending her over the bed. "Time to spit-roast you properly," he growled, shoving his cock back into her mouth while Jeetu stood and slammed into her pussy from behind—hard, no warmup, balls slapping her clit with each thrust.
The rhythm built fast: Jeetu pounding her doggy-style, gripping her hips so tight bruises would form, his cock curving up to hit her G-spot relentlessly. "Kitni wet hai tu, Kiran... mera lund andar phisal raha hai jaise butter mein!" She moaned around Manish's shaft, deep-throating him to the hilt, tears streaming from the intensity. Manish face-fucked her in sync—pulling out to slap her cheeks with his dick, then plunging back in: "Swallow it all, slut... choke on my cum later." They flipped her seamlessly—Jeetu in her mouth now, Kiran tasting her own juices on him, while Manish took her pussy, lifting one leg over his shoulder for deeper penetration. "Feel that? I'm owning this cunt," Manish grunted, spanking her ass red.
But creativity kicked in—Jeetu, ever the innovator, grabbed a silk tie from the dresser (Bhanu's spare, no doubt) and bound Kiran's wrists behind her back. "No hands... just your holes for us." She whimpered in delight, helpless as they positioned her on the bed, face down, ass up. Jeetu claimed her ass first—lubing with spit and her pussy juices, pushing in slow but firm. "Ahh! Jeetu... it's tight... but fuck me!" He did—building to savage slams, her body jolting with each one. Manish slid under her, entering her pussy in a DP that made her scream into the pillow: "Oh god! Both holes... stretching me apart!" Their cocks rubbed through the thin wall, syncing thrusts—slow grinds turning to frantic pounds. Kiran thrashed, squirting violently around Manish, soaking the sheets: "Cumming... don't stop! Rip me!"
They untied her for the next phase, creativity peaking. Kiran rode Jeetu reverse cowgirl on the armchair—his cock in her ass, her legs spread wide facing the mirror so she could watch herself. "Look at that slut in the reflection... taking it like a pornstar," Jeetu taunted, bouncing her hard. Manish stood in front, feeding her his cock while pinching her nipples raw: "Suck while you ride... multi-task, baby." She did—bobbing sloppily, gagging as Jeetu thrust up, her ass clenching. Then, wild twist: Manish grabbed a vibrating toy from the nightstand (Bhanu's stash), pressing it to her clit while fucking her mouth. The vibrations sent her over—orgasm after orgasm, body convulsing, ass milking Jeetu until he roared and filled her with hot cum: "Take it, Kiran... deep in your gaand!"
Not done yet—they moved to the floor for a finale that was pure animal. Kiran on all fours again, Manish behind in her pussy, Jeetu in front throat-fucking her. But they amped it: light choking from Jeetu's hand around her neck (consensual, breathy), spanks from Manish that echoed. "Harder... make me your fucktoy!" she begged, voice hoarse. They switched—Jeetu in her ass, Manish in her pussy—another DP, this time standing, lifting her between them like a ragdoll. Thrusts synchronized: up, down, grind. She squirted again, legs shaking, cum dripping from her holes. "I'm breaking... cumming so hard!" Final explosion: They pulled out, stroking furiously, cumming together—ropes across her face, tits, back—marking her completely.
When I peeked in later (with Bhanu and Shilpi sneaking behind me), they were in afterglow: Kiran sandwiched between them, cum-glazed and smiling, whispering, "Best threesome ever... need round two soon." We burst in laughing, turning it into the five-some I'd hinted at— but that's for another tale.