15-03-2026, 06:36 PM
Simran was wrapped in a tiny towel so he examined the Simran’s body. She had few hickeys, and mussy hair. Rahim quickly came up behind Simran and put his arms round her waist and leant his chin on her shoulder. She put her own hands on his clasped round her and leant back. It was a terrible and exquisite intimate moment between two people who now had grown closer through their physical relationship.
Abhinav felt utterly stunned by the realisation that his wife now had another lover with whom she had a new, different dynamic of which he was only a part. There was a part of her that was only Rahim’s and vice versa - it was a giddy, painful, erotic and thrilling nausea! He got what he had wanted.
Rahim leaned forward and removed her towel. After that he put his arms around her and weighed her breasts, thumbing the nipples. He tightened his hold around her, his chin coming to rest on her damp hair. He could feel the slight tremor that passed through her, a shiver that had nothing to do with the heat and more with his growing erection behind her.
"The hottest thing for me about last night was when you first pushed into me after your husband left for my wife" Rahim said. "I loved the way you opened yourself and after all these months you could at last get to fuck openly without any shame or guilt".
"We're becoming prunes." She pushed herself out of his grip as she tried to dried herself quickly and put on her silk robe while putting her wet hair in a towel wrap. Rahim was nearly fully erect and his eyes following Simran’s damp path in the bedroom. He took the thick towel and rubbed his skin dry.
Simran was standing near the bed looking very hot in her rob and in a pose jutting out her ass in front of him. Looking at her Rahim lunged at Simran holding her in a bear grip while he rubbed his groin area over her soft buttocks. Soon he had Simran bent over the bed with her silk robe hitched up her back while Rahim knelt behind her eating her ass and pussy, his cock jutting out rock hard. As as Rahim’s left hand parted her cheeks and massaged her pale pink puckered anus with his thumb, while he tongued and finger fucked her pussy. Looking at the scene Abhinav own cock throbbed hard against his clothes.
Abhinav watched her back arch, a sharp, silent curve against the dark fabric. Rahim’s tongue worked her his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her ass to spread her wider.
"You taste beautiful!" Rahim said as Simran’s response was a choked gasp, her fingers gripping the chaise until her knuckles were bloodless. Rahim licked her pussy and probed her puckered bum hole with his tongue.
"Don't stop," she panted, pushing her hips back into his face, "please, it's fantastic- don't stop." Her own need was a raw, open thing.
Rahim pulled back, his chin gleaming, and stared at the flushed, exposed centre of her. "Is this good?" he asked, sliding a blunt finger inside her pussy, making her jolt. "Tell me is this great?"
"Amazing," she hissed, the word slipping from her, "it's so good." He worked two fingers and then using his saliva and her arousal he eased his thumb into her anus, a slow penetration that made her cry out.
Abhinav from the doorway, felt his own cock jump at the surrender in her voice: Abhinav didn’t find out until recently that his wife has lost her anal virginity to her lover and anal play here was Rahim doing it with no reluctance. A hot surge of arousal mixed with a colder, sharper realization that this was all new.
Rahim’s eyes flicked over his shoulder, away from Simran’s heaving back, and locked directly with Abhinav in the doorway. A grim, knowing smile touched Rahim’s lips--he'd known Abhinav was watching.
He withdrew his slick fingers, despite Simran’s pleas, knelt on the chaise and guided the uncircumcised head of his cock to her anal entrance.
"Your husband's watching," Rahim whispered, nudging against her, "he's watching me take you." He pushed forward, a slow, slick invasion that made Simran gasp into the velvet chaise. Then he turned to look at Abhinav.
Abhinav watched, frozen, as his wife's body stretched to accommodate Rahim’s cock the sight visceral and taboo. Rahim smiled and winked at Abhinav then sank the rest of the way in with one deep, sliding stroke, his balls resting against her vulva.
"Yea ,.', she's tight," he turned back to Simran and groaned, his hands locking onto her hips, "you're so fucking tight".
Now fully mounted, he started to fuck Simran from behind, setting a slow, steady rhythm from the start, each thrust a deep one. Simran’s moans of ecstasy were muffled against the velvet, each one eased out of her by the force of Rahim’s thrusts.
"You like that, don't you?" Rahim grunted, his voice taut, strained, his fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of her hips.
Abhinav watched, his own hand moving under his shorts, his gaze fixed on the point where Rahim’s cock disappeared, glistening and ruthless, into his wife's body.
"Harder," Simran gasped "I'm going to cum".
He obeyed, his pace faster, the wet, slapping sounds of their joining filling the room.
"Tell him," Rahim whispered his eyes locking again with Abhinav’s shadowed figure in the doorway. "Tell Abhinav what you need." Shocked Simran turned her head, her cheek pressed into the fabric, her eyes unfixed and unfocused with a desperate hunger.
"I need it harder," she moaned, the admission raw and shameless, "Please cum -- please just go, go inside me ".
"Yessssssssss" - He heard her exhale.
Rahim gasped with excitement himself pulled himself out of her and into her pussy by pulled her hips up higher, and angled his thrusts down, burying himself to the hilt with every piston of his hips. The change in angle made Simran mewl, a a soft unfiltered sound of pure sensation. "There!" she said urgently, her body convulsing around him, "right there, go, go inside me!" Her fingers clawed at the chaise, seeking purchase where there was none.
Abhinav breath hitched, his own pleasure coiling tight as he watched her come apart, utterly possessed, utterly wanton. He decided to come inside the room and watch his wife getting fucked from closer angel.
"I'm so close," Rahim said to Abhinav through gritted teeth, his orgasm building Abhinav could see now, as he drew close, Rahim’s balls high and tight in his scrotum, "God you are tight, you're gonna milk me dry."
Slap, slap, slap. Uh, uh, uh.
Each thrust from Rahim’s taught buttocks pushed Simran into the chaise, her legs braced to hold her ass at the right height for him. She begged for more.
Rahim’s face was taut, his lips drawn back gritting his teeth, concentration on self-control. He looked at Abhinav: "God, she feels great. So bloody hot and deep!". He kept rolling his thrusting hips.
Then he lost all rhythm, becoming frantic, deep lunges that shoved the chaise another inch across the floor.
"I'm gonna cum" he said looking Abhinav in the eye. "I'm right in deep. Should I? Abhinav , do you want me to fill her up?". He grimaced and closed his eyes in ecstasy. Simran 's body tightened around him, her labia creating a perfect clutching O around his shaft. A series of sharp, internal convulsions clamped down on his driving cock.
"I'm there!" she moaned, her voice fading as the orgasm ripped through her, a violent, contorting wave that made her legs shake uncontrollably.
"Go on" Abhinav urged quietly "Go on, fill her up!"
Feeling her pussy milking him, Rahim buried himself to the hilt, his own release detonating a second later. He pulsed inside her, a hot, flooding rush.
"I feel your head" simran gasped as Rahim’s glans swelled in her.
Their shared climax was a raw, wet collision of flesh and need, a silent understanding passing between them in the shuddering aftershocks. His ejaculation was a seismic, silent detonation that began as a white-hot compression at the base of his cock. It erupted upward in a violent, pulsing wave, up through his urethra, his load leaving in a tight, shuddering sensation. Jet after jet pulsed from his contracting balls and Abhinav watched them twitch as the semen shot into his wife's clenching cunt. Simran in the throes of her own orgasm could feel the heat and wet inside her, coating her vagina walls. Rahim reflected later it was perhaps the most intense orgasm of his life.
He collapsed over her, his weight pinning her trembling form to the chaise, both of them slick with sweat, muscles aching. Rahim held on, face in her hair, lips pressed to her neck, his hips still gently jerking as the last few drops were wrung from him.
"My turn," Abhinav said, his voice low but determined, and he crossed to the chaise. His hands closed on Rahim’s sweat-slick shoulders, not asking, but easing him up and out of Simran with a wet, protesting sound. Rahim’s long still hard prick, slipped back out of her clutching cunt and a flow of grey, wet semen followed, dripping on to the velvet chaise.
She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body convulsing with unmet need.
"Abhinav, please, I need to rest," she gasped into the velvet, her back still arched and exposed. He didn't answer with words, just held her hips upright and guided his own impossibly hard cock into her glistening, stretched entrance and pushed inside with a single deep thrust, filling the raw, aching space Rahim had left. Rahim stepped back, his cock now softening, cum leaking at the tip, slick with his own semen and her arousal. He watched, breathing hard, as Abhinav gripped wife’s hips and began to fuck her with a fast, possessive intensity.
"That's it," Abhinav murmured, his eyes on the joining of their bodies, "you're mine again." He set a deep, firm pace, each thrust a calculated reclamation of the ground Rahim had taken.
Rahim grabbed the damp bath towel Simran had used earlier, its fabric cold and coarse. He wiped his face first, smearing the taste of her across his cheek, then dragged the towel down his cock in one harsh, abrasive stroke. He tossed the soiled cloth onto the chaise beside Simran 's trembling hand, a filthy trophy.
"All yours, buddy," he muttered, the words slightly petulant.
Simran moaned, turning her head to see the messy towel, then Rahim standing over them. The sight seemed to ignite her further.
"Oh god! Go on, fill me again - just cum," she begged Abhinav, pushing back against him, "go deeper." As Abhinav groaned, his pace quickening, each snap of his hips claiming her all over again.
Simran turned her head, her cheek smeared against the velvet, her eyes glazed with a need so sharp it bordered on pain.
"I can feel you," she gasped to Abhinav, her voice strained, "I can feel how hard you are. Cum for me." Abhinav’s thrusts were becoming wild, a desperate piston driven by a deep, primal urgency that tightened his scrotum and coiled his spine.
A profound, hydraulic pressure swelled within him, followed by an explosive release that felt less like spurting and more like a vast, internal liquid rupture. His cock throbbed, a deep, percussive drumming against her cervix as the first hot jet splashed deep into her womb, a startling, full sensation. Wave after wave followed, a seemingly endless flood of thick seed pumping from his very core, each pulse a mindless, whole-body convulsion that emptied him completely. He groaned, a raw, animal sound, as he felt his own volume spilling back, hot and slick, around the root of his buried shaft. He collapsed forward over her, his sweat-slick chest pressing against her marked back, his face buried in her neck.
He lay heavy upon her, his breath hot and ragged against her neck, his spent cock still pulsing softly inside her. Rahim watched from the bed and then gave a mock cheer.
"Well done you two! You got there!".
Abhinav didn't move, his cock was too sensitive. Simran twisted under her husband's weight, her hand reaching back to touch is hand on her shoulder. "Off you get," she whispered, her voice husky, "I am cramping up!".
Abhinav withdrew from her slowly, a long strand of his release following him, a big drop of cum also following joining Rahim’s load on the bed. as Simran pushed herself back of the bed at last and took the towel and wiped the mess on the bed.
"Now I need to clean up again" and she walked stiffly to the bathroom, cupping her mound again to stop any more cum making a mess. simran shrugged off her gown in the bathroom and straddled the toilet. The cool porcelain was unwelcome against her hot skin and she pulled a face as the cold water hit her pussy. She washed her vulva and matted pubic hair "God, I feel like I've been overstretched," As door opened and Abhinav, naked, came in and stood watching her.
"Someone had a busy night," Abhinav said softly, not as a joke, but as an observation that betrayed his detailed study of every part of her. simran didn't flinch or look away. She held his stare, and a small, kind smile touched her lips: she let his observation hang in steam between them.
"Are you okay? Are you sore?" He asked her
"No, just a bit used up" Simran looked at him meaningfully.
"Did Rahim jump you?" Abhinav felt slightly abashed at his immediate use of his wife.
"No, it's all fine. But you two need to calm down a bit. You both just manhandled me in the space of 30 minutes and that too very roughly ".
"So, what's the plan for rest Of the day ?" he asked, his tone light but his face curious.
Simran leaned back, stretching out her back and reaching up with her hands, arching her back. "Right now, well ideally the plan is a very quiet day.” She met his gaze, her smile tired but warm. "Then maybe in the evening just a movie back here. Something stupid and easy. Or, well,... we'll see."
"We'll see....meaning....?" quizzed Abhinav, raising an eyebrow.
"I want to change how we're doing this -- it's all a bit mad a bit frantic" Simran explained looking him straight in the face.
Abhinav nodded. "Yes, maybe. I'll tell Rahim to calm down". He stood and offered her a clean, warm towel. Wrapping it around her he felt possessive and husbandly again.
As simran continued “I would like to make love not just get fucked all the time by you both and I am sure Rehana probably wants the same as well!".
"Ok, how would that work?".
"Well, given now its everything in open, I would like to spend some time with Rahim while you do same with Rehana. Do a bit of connecting and communicating. Then you swap round later. He will want some time with just me, and then we can just get together at the end, all of us TOGETHER".
"Ok" Abhinav looked sceptical. Was this it? Had he overstepped himself not that his wife wanted to spend the night alone with his neighbor.
"I do want to be with you and for him to know where he stands". simran took his hand and smiled "Sure, I'll make sure he knows where he stands, but it's kind of hot to have some genuine intimacy. To make love and not just screw. You can understand that, yeah?" she looked in his face and kissed his cheek.
Abhinav realised he was in no position to debate. He had started this whole thing, and had to see it through. He was sure that Simran loved him and they were strong as a couple. But he just worried. He would have to trust Simran as she had trusted him and she after all was saying what she wanted and he had to listen to that. Abhinav turned and went back into the bedroom.
Abhinav felt utterly stunned by the realisation that his wife now had another lover with whom she had a new, different dynamic of which he was only a part. There was a part of her that was only Rahim’s and vice versa - it was a giddy, painful, erotic and thrilling nausea! He got what he had wanted.
Rahim leaned forward and removed her towel. After that he put his arms around her and weighed her breasts, thumbing the nipples. He tightened his hold around her, his chin coming to rest on her damp hair. He could feel the slight tremor that passed through her, a shiver that had nothing to do with the heat and more with his growing erection behind her.
"The hottest thing for me about last night was when you first pushed into me after your husband left for my wife" Rahim said. "I loved the way you opened yourself and after all these months you could at last get to fuck openly without any shame or guilt".
"We're becoming prunes." She pushed herself out of his grip as she tried to dried herself quickly and put on her silk robe while putting her wet hair in a towel wrap. Rahim was nearly fully erect and his eyes following Simran’s damp path in the bedroom. He took the thick towel and rubbed his skin dry.
Simran was standing near the bed looking very hot in her rob and in a pose jutting out her ass in front of him. Looking at her Rahim lunged at Simran holding her in a bear grip while he rubbed his groin area over her soft buttocks. Soon he had Simran bent over the bed with her silk robe hitched up her back while Rahim knelt behind her eating her ass and pussy, his cock jutting out rock hard. As as Rahim’s left hand parted her cheeks and massaged her pale pink puckered anus with his thumb, while he tongued and finger fucked her pussy. Looking at the scene Abhinav own cock throbbed hard against his clothes.
Abhinav watched her back arch, a sharp, silent curve against the dark fabric. Rahim’s tongue worked her his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her ass to spread her wider.
"You taste beautiful!" Rahim said as Simran’s response was a choked gasp, her fingers gripping the chaise until her knuckles were bloodless. Rahim licked her pussy and probed her puckered bum hole with his tongue.
"Don't stop," she panted, pushing her hips back into his face, "please, it's fantastic- don't stop." Her own need was a raw, open thing.
Rahim pulled back, his chin gleaming, and stared at the flushed, exposed centre of her. "Is this good?" he asked, sliding a blunt finger inside her pussy, making her jolt. "Tell me is this great?"
"Amazing," she hissed, the word slipping from her, "it's so good." He worked two fingers and then using his saliva and her arousal he eased his thumb into her anus, a slow penetration that made her cry out.
Abhinav from the doorway, felt his own cock jump at the surrender in her voice: Abhinav didn’t find out until recently that his wife has lost her anal virginity to her lover and anal play here was Rahim doing it with no reluctance. A hot surge of arousal mixed with a colder, sharper realization that this was all new.
Rahim’s eyes flicked over his shoulder, away from Simran’s heaving back, and locked directly with Abhinav in the doorway. A grim, knowing smile touched Rahim’s lips--he'd known Abhinav was watching.
He withdrew his slick fingers, despite Simran’s pleas, knelt on the chaise and guided the uncircumcised head of his cock to her anal entrance.
"Your husband's watching," Rahim whispered, nudging against her, "he's watching me take you." He pushed forward, a slow, slick invasion that made Simran gasp into the velvet chaise. Then he turned to look at Abhinav.
Abhinav watched, frozen, as his wife's body stretched to accommodate Rahim’s cock the sight visceral and taboo. Rahim smiled and winked at Abhinav then sank the rest of the way in with one deep, sliding stroke, his balls resting against her vulva.
"Yea ,.', she's tight," he turned back to Simran and groaned, his hands locking onto her hips, "you're so fucking tight".
Now fully mounted, he started to fuck Simran from behind, setting a slow, steady rhythm from the start, each thrust a deep one. Simran’s moans of ecstasy were muffled against the velvet, each one eased out of her by the force of Rahim’s thrusts.
"You like that, don't you?" Rahim grunted, his voice taut, strained, his fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of her hips.
Abhinav watched, his own hand moving under his shorts, his gaze fixed on the point where Rahim’s cock disappeared, glistening and ruthless, into his wife's body.
"Harder," Simran gasped "I'm going to cum".
He obeyed, his pace faster, the wet, slapping sounds of their joining filling the room.
"Tell him," Rahim whispered his eyes locking again with Abhinav’s shadowed figure in the doorway. "Tell Abhinav what you need." Shocked Simran turned her head, her cheek pressed into the fabric, her eyes unfixed and unfocused with a desperate hunger.
"I need it harder," she moaned, the admission raw and shameless, "Please cum -- please just go, go inside me ".
"Yessssssssss" - He heard her exhale.
Rahim gasped with excitement himself pulled himself out of her and into her pussy by pulled her hips up higher, and angled his thrusts down, burying himself to the hilt with every piston of his hips. The change in angle made Simran mewl, a a soft unfiltered sound of pure sensation. "There!" she said urgently, her body convulsing around him, "right there, go, go inside me!" Her fingers clawed at the chaise, seeking purchase where there was none.
Abhinav breath hitched, his own pleasure coiling tight as he watched her come apart, utterly possessed, utterly wanton. He decided to come inside the room and watch his wife getting fucked from closer angel.
"I'm so close," Rahim said to Abhinav through gritted teeth, his orgasm building Abhinav could see now, as he drew close, Rahim’s balls high and tight in his scrotum, "God you are tight, you're gonna milk me dry."
Slap, slap, slap. Uh, uh, uh.
Each thrust from Rahim’s taught buttocks pushed Simran into the chaise, her legs braced to hold her ass at the right height for him. She begged for more.
Rahim’s face was taut, his lips drawn back gritting his teeth, concentration on self-control. He looked at Abhinav: "God, she feels great. So bloody hot and deep!". He kept rolling his thrusting hips.
Then he lost all rhythm, becoming frantic, deep lunges that shoved the chaise another inch across the floor.
"I'm gonna cum" he said looking Abhinav in the eye. "I'm right in deep. Should I? Abhinav , do you want me to fill her up?". He grimaced and closed his eyes in ecstasy. Simran 's body tightened around him, her labia creating a perfect clutching O around his shaft. A series of sharp, internal convulsions clamped down on his driving cock.
"I'm there!" she moaned, her voice fading as the orgasm ripped through her, a violent, contorting wave that made her legs shake uncontrollably.
"Go on" Abhinav urged quietly "Go on, fill her up!"
Feeling her pussy milking him, Rahim buried himself to the hilt, his own release detonating a second later. He pulsed inside her, a hot, flooding rush.
"I feel your head" simran gasped as Rahim’s glans swelled in her.
Their shared climax was a raw, wet collision of flesh and need, a silent understanding passing between them in the shuddering aftershocks. His ejaculation was a seismic, silent detonation that began as a white-hot compression at the base of his cock. It erupted upward in a violent, pulsing wave, up through his urethra, his load leaving in a tight, shuddering sensation. Jet after jet pulsed from his contracting balls and Abhinav watched them twitch as the semen shot into his wife's clenching cunt. Simran in the throes of her own orgasm could feel the heat and wet inside her, coating her vagina walls. Rahim reflected later it was perhaps the most intense orgasm of his life.
He collapsed over her, his weight pinning her trembling form to the chaise, both of them slick with sweat, muscles aching. Rahim held on, face in her hair, lips pressed to her neck, his hips still gently jerking as the last few drops were wrung from him.
"My turn," Abhinav said, his voice low but determined, and he crossed to the chaise. His hands closed on Rahim’s sweat-slick shoulders, not asking, but easing him up and out of Simran with a wet, protesting sound. Rahim’s long still hard prick, slipped back out of her clutching cunt and a flow of grey, wet semen followed, dripping on to the velvet chaise.
She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body convulsing with unmet need.
"Abhinav, please, I need to rest," she gasped into the velvet, her back still arched and exposed. He didn't answer with words, just held her hips upright and guided his own impossibly hard cock into her glistening, stretched entrance and pushed inside with a single deep thrust, filling the raw, aching space Rahim had left. Rahim stepped back, his cock now softening, cum leaking at the tip, slick with his own semen and her arousal. He watched, breathing hard, as Abhinav gripped wife’s hips and began to fuck her with a fast, possessive intensity.
"That's it," Abhinav murmured, his eyes on the joining of their bodies, "you're mine again." He set a deep, firm pace, each thrust a calculated reclamation of the ground Rahim had taken.
Rahim grabbed the damp bath towel Simran had used earlier, its fabric cold and coarse. He wiped his face first, smearing the taste of her across his cheek, then dragged the towel down his cock in one harsh, abrasive stroke. He tossed the soiled cloth onto the chaise beside Simran 's trembling hand, a filthy trophy.
"All yours, buddy," he muttered, the words slightly petulant.
Simran moaned, turning her head to see the messy towel, then Rahim standing over them. The sight seemed to ignite her further.
"Oh god! Go on, fill me again - just cum," she begged Abhinav, pushing back against him, "go deeper." As Abhinav groaned, his pace quickening, each snap of his hips claiming her all over again.
Simran turned her head, her cheek smeared against the velvet, her eyes glazed with a need so sharp it bordered on pain.
"I can feel you," she gasped to Abhinav, her voice strained, "I can feel how hard you are. Cum for me." Abhinav’s thrusts were becoming wild, a desperate piston driven by a deep, primal urgency that tightened his scrotum and coiled his spine.
A profound, hydraulic pressure swelled within him, followed by an explosive release that felt less like spurting and more like a vast, internal liquid rupture. His cock throbbed, a deep, percussive drumming against her cervix as the first hot jet splashed deep into her womb, a startling, full sensation. Wave after wave followed, a seemingly endless flood of thick seed pumping from his very core, each pulse a mindless, whole-body convulsion that emptied him completely. He groaned, a raw, animal sound, as he felt his own volume spilling back, hot and slick, around the root of his buried shaft. He collapsed forward over her, his sweat-slick chest pressing against her marked back, his face buried in her neck.
He lay heavy upon her, his breath hot and ragged against her neck, his spent cock still pulsing softly inside her. Rahim watched from the bed and then gave a mock cheer.
"Well done you two! You got there!".
Abhinav didn't move, his cock was too sensitive. Simran twisted under her husband's weight, her hand reaching back to touch is hand on her shoulder. "Off you get," she whispered, her voice husky, "I am cramping up!".
Abhinav withdrew from her slowly, a long strand of his release following him, a big drop of cum also following joining Rahim’s load on the bed. as Simran pushed herself back of the bed at last and took the towel and wiped the mess on the bed.
"Now I need to clean up again" and she walked stiffly to the bathroom, cupping her mound again to stop any more cum making a mess. simran shrugged off her gown in the bathroom and straddled the toilet. The cool porcelain was unwelcome against her hot skin and she pulled a face as the cold water hit her pussy. She washed her vulva and matted pubic hair "God, I feel like I've been overstretched," As door opened and Abhinav, naked, came in and stood watching her.
"Someone had a busy night," Abhinav said softly, not as a joke, but as an observation that betrayed his detailed study of every part of her. simran didn't flinch or look away. She held his stare, and a small, kind smile touched her lips: she let his observation hang in steam between them.
"Are you okay? Are you sore?" He asked her
"No, just a bit used up" Simran looked at him meaningfully.
"Did Rahim jump you?" Abhinav felt slightly abashed at his immediate use of his wife.
"No, it's all fine. But you two need to calm down a bit. You both just manhandled me in the space of 30 minutes and that too very roughly ".
"So, what's the plan for rest Of the day ?" he asked, his tone light but his face curious.
Simran leaned back, stretching out her back and reaching up with her hands, arching her back. "Right now, well ideally the plan is a very quiet day.” She met his gaze, her smile tired but warm. "Then maybe in the evening just a movie back here. Something stupid and easy. Or, well,... we'll see."
"We'll see....meaning....?" quizzed Abhinav, raising an eyebrow.
"I want to change how we're doing this -- it's all a bit mad a bit frantic" Simran explained looking him straight in the face.
Abhinav nodded. "Yes, maybe. I'll tell Rahim to calm down". He stood and offered her a clean, warm towel. Wrapping it around her he felt possessive and husbandly again.
As simran continued “I would like to make love not just get fucked all the time by you both and I am sure Rehana probably wants the same as well!".
"Ok, how would that work?".
"Well, given now its everything in open, I would like to spend some time with Rahim while you do same with Rehana. Do a bit of connecting and communicating. Then you swap round later. He will want some time with just me, and then we can just get together at the end, all of us TOGETHER".
"Ok" Abhinav looked sceptical. Was this it? Had he overstepped himself not that his wife wanted to spend the night alone with his neighbor.
"I do want to be with you and for him to know where he stands". simran took his hand and smiled "Sure, I'll make sure he knows where he stands, but it's kind of hot to have some genuine intimacy. To make love and not just screw. You can understand that, yeah?" she looked in his face and kissed his cheek.
Abhinav realised he was in no position to debate. He had started this whole thing, and had to see it through. He was sure that Simran loved him and they were strong as a couple. But he just worried. He would have to trust Simran as she had trusted him and she after all was saying what she wanted and he had to listen to that. Abhinav turned and went back into the bedroom.
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