04-06-2026, 05:37 PM
Part Eight: Pregnancy Discovery and Strategic Financial Support
Six weeks after Neha had joined their circle, Priya stood in the bathroom of their penthouse, staring at the pregnancy test in her hand. Two pink lines. Positive.
Her heart raced, but not with panic—with a strange mixture of excitement and calculation. She'd been so sexually active over the past months that she genuinely had no idea who the father was. It could be Arjun, her husband. It could be Vivek, her boss who'd been fucking her regularly for months. It could be Rajesh, Arjun's boss who she'd seduced multiple times. It could be Sameer, the wealthy client who'd taken her to Goa. It could be Nikhil, Arjun's best friend who she'd been sleeping with for weeks. Or it could be Abhishek, their neighbour who'd been a regular lover. It could be Ajay, her brother and one of her regular lovers. It could be Rohan, Arjun's cousin, who she had fun with, whenever he visited Mumbai.
*Eight possibilities,* Priya thought, her mind already working through the implications. *Eight men who've all been cumming inside me regularly. Any one of them could be the father.*
She walked out of the bathroom to find Arjun in the living room, working on his laptop. He looked up when she entered, immediately noticing the expression on her face.
"What's wrong?" he asked, closing the laptop.
"I'm pregnant," Priya said simply, holding up the test.
Arjun's eyes widened, then a slow smile spread across his face. "That's... that's amazing. Congratulations, baby."
"You're not worried about who the father is?" Priya asked, sitting beside him.
Arjun was quiet for a moment, then shook his head. "Honestly? No. I mean, it could be me. But it could also be Ajay, Rohan, Vivek, Rajesh, Sameer, Nikhil, Abhishek. We've been so open about everything, and you've been with all of us regularly."
"Exactly," Priya said. "The conception window was probably around three months ago. During that time, I was having sex with all eight of you multiple times a week. There's genuinely no way to know without a paternity test."
"Do you want to do a test?" Arjun asked.
Priya thought about it, then slowly shook her head. "Actually, I'm thinking we could use this situation to our advantage."
Arjun raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Think about it," Priya said, her voice taking on that strategic tone Arjun had come to recognize. "Each of these men has been intimate with me regularly. Each of them knows there's a possibility—however small—that this baby could be theirs. What if we approached each of them separately, hinted at that possibility, and asked for financial support? Not the people in the family like Rohan and Ajay, but others?"
Arjun's eyes lit up with understanding. "You want to get all of them to contribute financially?"
"Why not?" Priya replied. "They're all wealthy. They all enjoy fucking me. They all know the situation—that I'm with multiple partners. If each of them thinks there's even a chance this baby is his, they might be willing to help support it. And us."
"That's... brilliant," Arjun said slowly. "But will they actually agree?"
"I think so," Priya said confidently. "Vivek is obsessed with me—he'll do anything to keep me happy. Rajesh has been very generous already, and he's mentioned wanting to take care of me. Sameer is incredibly wealthy and has been talking about wanting a deeper connection. Nikhil has always had feelings for me, even before we started sleeping together. And Abhishek... well, he's been the most generous of all, taking me on expensive trips and buying me gifts."
"So you're going to approach each of them individually?" Arjun asked.
"Yes," Priya confirmed. "I'll be honest about the pregnancy, hint that they could be the father, and express concern about the financial burden. I won't force anything or lie—I'll just present the situation and see how they respond."
"And if they all agree?" Arjun asked, his cock already hardening at the thought.
"Then we'll be receiving substantial financial support from multiple sources," Priya said with a smile. "Enough to not only cover all pregnancy and baby expenses, but to significantly improve our lifestyle."
*This is incredible,* Arjun thought, his hand moving to Priya's still-flat stomach. *My wife is pregnant, possibly with my child, possibly with another man's child. And she's going to use that to get money from multiple men. This is the ultimate expression of our lifestyle.*
"I support this completely," Arjun said. "When will you start approaching them?"
"This week," Priya replied. "I'll start with Vivek, since I see him most regularly at work."
---
Two days later, Priya sat in Vivek's office after hours, the door closed, the building mostly empty. She'd dressed carefully—a form-fitting dress that showed off her curves, her hair loose, her makeup subtle but alluring.
Vivek looked up from his desk and smiled when he saw her. "Priya. I wasn't expecting you. Everything okay?"
"Can we talk?" Priya asked, her voice soft. "It's important."
"Of course," Vivek said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk. "What's on your mind?"
Priya sat down, crossing her legs in a way that drew his eyes to her thighs. "I have some news. I'm pregnant."
Vivek's expression shifted through several emotions—surprise, concern, then something else. "Pregnant? That's... congratulations. Does Arjun know?"
"Yes, he knows," Priya said. "And he's supportive. But Vivek, there's something I need to tell you."
She paused, letting the tension build. Vivek leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers.
"The timing of the conception... it was about three months ago. During that period, you and I were... very active together. Multiple times a week, sometimes multiple times a day."
Understanding dawned in Vivek's eyes. "You're saying..."
"I'm saying there's a possibility—a real possibility—that this baby could be yours," Priya said softly. "I'm not saying it definitely is. Arjun and I are still intimate, obviously. But given how often you and I have been together, and the fact that you always cum inside me... it's possible."
Vivek sat back in his chair, his mind clearly racing. *My baby,* he thought, his cock stirring in his pants. *Priya could be carrying my baby. The woman I've been fucking for months, the most beautiful woman I've ever been with, might be pregnant with my child.*
"How do you feel about that?" he asked carefully.
"Honestly? I'm excited about the pregnancy," Priya said. "But I'm also worried about the financial aspects. Babies are expensive—medical care, nursery equipment, clothes, everything. Arjun and I are doing well, but it's still a significant burden."
She paused, letting that sink in, then continued. "I'm not asking you to take full responsibility or anything like that. But if there's a chance this baby is yours... I was hoping you might be willing to help support it. Financially, I mean."
Vivek was quiet for a long moment, his eyes traveling over Priya's body—her beautiful face, her full breasts, her flat stomach that would soon be swelling with a baby that might be his.
*She's asking me for money,* he thought. *But not in a demanding way. She's being honest about the situation, about the possibility. And fuck, the idea that she might be carrying my baby... that's incredibly arousing.*
"How much are we talking about?" he asked.
"I was thinking maybe one lakh a month?" Priya suggested. "Just to help with expenses. Medical bills, baby supplies, that sort of thing."
One lakh a month was substantial, but Vivek could easily afford it. And the thought of supporting Priya, of potentially being the father of her child, of maintaining his access to her incredible body...
"I'll do it," he said. "One lakh a month, starting now. And if the baby is mine... well, we'll figure that out when the time comes."
Priya smiled, standing and moving around the desk. She straddled Vivek's lap, her dress riding up to show her thighs, her arms wrapping around his neck.
"Thank you," she whispered, kissing him deeply. "You're so good to me."
Vivek's hands moved to her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer. His cock was rock hard now, pressing against her through his pants.
"I want to fuck you," he groaned. "Right now."
"Then fuck me," Priya replied, reaching down to unzip his pants.
She pulled out his cock—thick, hard, already leaking precum. She lifted her dress to reveal she wasn't wearing panties, her pussy already wet and ready. She positioned herself over him and sank down, taking his entire length inside her in one smooth motion.
"Oh fuck," Vivek groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "You feel so good."
*He's going to cum inside me again,* Priya thought as she started riding him. *The man who just agreed to give me one lakh a month is going to fill my pregnant pussy with his cum. This is perfect.*
She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing in his face, her pussy clenching around his cock. Vivek thrust up to meet her movements, his cock driving deep with each stroke.
"You're so beautiful," he gasped. "So fucking beautiful. And you might be carrying my baby."
"Yes," Priya moaned. "Your baby. Growing inside me."
The thought pushed Vivek over the edge. He thrust deep and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, mixing with the life already growing there.
*He's cumming inside me,* Priya thought as her own orgasm hit. *Filling me with his seed. And he's going to pay me one lakh a month for the privilege.*
---
The next day, Priya met Rajesh for lunch at an expensive restaurant in Bandra. They sat in a private booth, the atmosphere intimate and charged with their usual sexual tension.
After they'd ordered, Priya leaned forward, her hand covering Rajesh's on the table. "I need to tell you something important."
"What is it?" Rajesh asked, his eyes concerned.
"I'm pregnant," Priya said simply.
Rajesh's eyes widened. "Pregnant? That's... does Arjun know?"
"Yes, and he's supportive," Priya said. "But Rajesh, I need to be honest with you about something. The timing of the conception was about three months ago. During that time, you and I were together frequently. Very frequently."
She watched as understanding dawned in his eyes.
"You're saying I could be the father," Rajesh said slowly.
"I'm saying it's possible," Priya confirmed. "I'm not claiming it definitely is—Arjun and I are still intimate, and there are... other factors. But given how often you've been cumming inside me, there's a real possibility."
Rajesh sat back, processing this information. *My child,* he thought, his cock stirring. *Priya could be carrying my child. The woman I've been fucking behind my wife's back, the most incredible sexual partner I've ever had, might be pregnant with my baby.*
"How do you feel about this?" he asked.
"I'm happy about the pregnancy," Priya said. "But I'm worried about the financial aspects. Medical care, baby supplies, everything adds up quickly. I was hoping... if there's a chance this baby is yours... that you might be willing to help support it financially."
"How much do you need?" Rajesh asked.
"Maybe seventy-five thousand a month?" Priya suggested. "Just to help with expenses."
Rajesh considered this. Seventy-five thousand a month was significant, but he could afford it. And the thought of supporting Priya, of potentially being the father of her child, of maintaining their relationship...
"I'll do it," he said. "Seventy-five thousand a month. And Priya... I want to continue seeing you. Throughout the pregnancy and after."
"I'd like that too," Priya said with a warm smile.
They finished lunch, then Rajesh drove them to a luxury hotel where he'd booked a suite. The moment the door closed behind them, they were tearing at each other's clothes, desperate to fuck.
Rajesh pushed Priya onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. His cock was rock hard, thick and long, already leaking precum.
"I'm going to fuck you," he growled. "I'm going to fill your pregnant pussy with my cum."
"Yes," Priya moaned, spreading her legs wider. "Fuck me. Fill me."
Rajesh thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside her. They both groaned at the sensation—the familiar tightness, the wet heat, the perfect fit.
*I'm fucking a pregnant woman,* Rajesh thought as he pounded into her. *A woman who might be carrying my child. And I'm going to cum inside her again, add my seed to what's already growing there.*
He fucked her hard, his cock driving deep with each thrust, his balls slapping against her ass. Priya's moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around his cock, her orgasm building.
"I'm going to cum," Rajesh warned, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
"Cum inside me," Priya gasped. "Fill my pregnant pussy."
Rajesh thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, coating her inner walls.
*Seventy-five thousand a month,* Priya thought as she felt him cum inside her. *And he wants to keep fucking me throughout the pregnancy. This is working perfectly.*
---
That weekend, Priya met Sameer at his beach house in Alibaug, a short ferry ride from Mumbai. They sat on the terrace overlooking the Arabian Sea, drinks in hand, the atmosphere relaxed and intimate.
"I have some news," Priya said, turning to face him. "I'm pregnant."
Sameer's expression shifted to surprise, then something more complex. "Pregnant? Congratulations. That's wonderful news."
"Thank you," Priya said. "But Sameer, I need to be honest with you about something. The conception timing was about three months ago. During that period, you and I spent that incredible weekend in Goa together. And we've been together several times since then."
She paused, letting him process this.
"You're saying I could be the father," Sameer said, his voice carefully neutral.
"I'm saying it's possible," Priya confirmed. "I'm not claiming certainty—the situation is complicated. But given how often we've been together, and the fact that you always cum inside me... yes, there's a real possibility."
Sameer stood and walked to the railing, looking out at the ocean. *My child,* he thought, his mind reeling. *Priya could be carrying my child. This beautiful, incredible woman who I've been obsessed with since we met might be pregnant with my baby.*
"How do you feel about this?" he asked, turning back to her.
"I'm excited about the pregnancy," Priya said. "But I'm also concerned about the financial aspects. Babies are expensive, and while Arjun and I are doing well, it's still a significant burden. I was hoping... if there's a chance this baby is yours... that you might be willing to help support it."
"How much are we talking about?" Sameer asked.
"Maybe one and a half lakhs a month?" Priya suggested. "To help with medical care, baby supplies, everything."
Sameer was quiet for a moment. One and a half lakhs a month was substantial, but he was worth hundreds of crores. The money was nothing to him. And the thought of supporting Priya, of potentially being the father of her child, of maintaining their relationship...
"I'll do it," he said. "One and a half lakhs a month. But Priya, I want more than just financial involvement. I want to be part of your life throughout this pregnancy. I want to take you on trips, spend time with you, be there for you."
"I'd love that," Priya said, standing and moving to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. "You've been so good to me, Sameer."
Sameer's hands moved to her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer. His cock was already hardening, pressing against her through his pants.
"I want to fuck you," he said. "Right now."
They moved to the bedroom, undressing each other urgently. Sameer's body was impressive—tall, strong, well-maintained. His cock was thick and long, already rock hard and leaking precum.
Priya lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, her pussy pink and wet and ready for him. Sameer positioned himself between her thighs, admiring her body—her beautiful face, her full breasts, her flat stomach that would soon be swelling with a baby that might be his.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, running his hands over her body.
"And you're so hard," Priya replied, reaching down to wrap her hand around his cock. "I want to feel you inside me."
Sameer thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside her in one smooth motion. They both groaned at the sensation—the perfect fit, the intense pleasure, the forbidden thrill of what they were doing.
*I'm fucking a pregnant woman,* Sameer thought as he started moving. *A woman who might be carrying my child. And I'm going to cum inside her, add my seed to what's already there.*
He fucked her with long, deep strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, her wetness coating his shaft. Priya's moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets, her body responding to every thrust.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder."
Sameer obliged, pounding into her relentlessly, his cock driving deep with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with their moans and gasps.
"I'm going to cum," Sameer warned, his balls tightening.
"Cum inside me," Priya gasped. "Fill my pregnant pussy with your cum."
Sameer thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, mixing with the life growing there.
*One and a half lakhs a month,* Priya thought as her own orgasm hit. *And he wants to take me on trips, spend time with me. This is incredible.*
---
The following week, Priya met Nikhil at a café in Bandra. They sat in a quiet corner, coffee in front of them, the atmosphere charged with unspoken tension.
"I need to tell you something," Priya said, her hand covering Nikhil's on the table. "I'm pregnant."
Nikhil's eyes widened. "Pregnant? That's... wow. Congratulations. Does Arjun know?"
"Yes, and he's supportive," Priya said. "But Nikhil, I need to be honest with you. The conception timing was about three months ago. During that time, you and I were together frequently. Very frequently."
She watched as understanding dawned in his eyes.
"You're saying I could be the father," Nikhil said slowly.
"I'm saying it's possible," Priya confirmed. "I'm not claiming certainty—the situation is complicated. But given how often we've been together, and the fact that you always cum inside me... yes, there's a real possibility."
Nikhil sat back, his mind racing. *My child,* he thought, his heart pounding. *Priya could be carrying my child. The woman I've been in love with for years, the woman I've been fucking for months, might be pregnant with my baby.*
"How do you feel about this?" he asked.
"I'm happy about the pregnancy," Priya said. "But I'm worried about the financial aspects. Medical care, baby supplies, everything adds up. I was hoping... if there's a chance this baby is yours... that you might be willing to help support it financially."
"Of course," Nikhil said immediately. "How much do you need?"
"Maybe fifty thousand a month?" Priya suggested.
"I'll do it," Nikhil said without hesitation. "Fifty thousand a month. And Priya... if this baby is mine... I want to be involved. I want to be part of its life."
"I'd like that," Priya said with a warm smile. "You've always been special to me, Nikhil."
They finished their coffee, then Nikhil drove them to his apartment. Divya was out of town for work, giving them privacy. The moment they entered, they were kissing desperately, tearing at each other's clothes.
Nikhil pushed Priya onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. His cock was rock hard, about seven inches, thick, already leaking precum.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to fill your pregnant pussy with my cum."
"Yes," Priya moaned, spreading her legs wider. "Fuck me, Nikhil. Fill me."
Nikhil thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside her. They both groaned at the sensation—the familiar tightness, the wet heat, the perfect connection.
*I'm fucking the woman I love,* Nikhil thought as he started moving. *The woman who might be carrying my child. This is everything I've ever wanted.*
He fucked her with deep, passionate strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his hands roaming over her body—her breasts, her waist, her hips. Priya's moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around his cock, her orgasm building.
"I love you," Nikhil gasped, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
"I know," Priya replied, pulling him into a deep kiss. "And I care about you too."
Nikhil's orgasm approached rapidly, his balls tightening, the pressure building. "I'm going to cum."
"Cum inside me," Priya gasped. "Fill me with your seed."
Nikhil thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, coating her inner walls.
*Fifty thousand a month,* Priya thought as she felt him cum inside her. *And he wants to be involved in the baby's life. He's so sweet, so genuine. This is working perfectly.*
---
Finally, Priya met Abhishek at his apartment in their building. He'd invited her over for dinner, and the atmosphere was intimate and charged with their usual sexual tension.
After they'd eaten, Priya took his hand and led him to the couch. "I have something important to tell you. I'm pregnant."
Abhishek's eyes widened. "Pregnant? That's... congratulations. Does Arjun know?"
"Yes, and he's supportive," Priya said. "But Abhishek, I need to be honest with you. The conception timing was about three months ago. During that time, you and I were together constantly. Multiple times a week, sometimes multiple times a day."
She watched as understanding dawned in his eyes.
"You're saying I could be the father," Abhishek said.
"I'm saying it's possible," Priya confirmed. "I'm not claiming certainty—the situation is complicated. But given how often we've been together, and the fact that you always cum inside me... yes, there's a real possibility."
Abhishek was quiet for a moment, processing this information. *My child,* he thought, his cock stirring. *Priya could be carrying my child. The most incredible woman I've ever been with, my neighbour who I've been fucking for months, might be pregnant with my baby.*
"How do you feel about this?" he asked.
"I'm excited about the pregnancy," Priya said. "But I'm worried about the financial aspects. Medical care, baby supplies, everything is expensive. I was hoping... if there's a chance this baby is yours... that you might be willing to help support it financially."
"How much do you need?" Abhishek asked.
"Maybe one and a half lakhs a month?" Priya suggested.
Abhishek didn't hesitate. "I'll do it. One and a half lakhs a month. And Priya... I want to continue our relationship throughout the pregnancy. I want to take care of you, take you on trips, be there for you."
"I'd love that," Priya said, moving to straddle his lap. Her dress rode up, showing her thighs, her arms wrapping around his neck. "You've always been so generous to me."
Abhishek's hands moved to her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer. His cock was rock hard now, pressing against her through his pants.
"I want to fuck you," he groaned. "Right now."
Priya reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock—thick, long, already leaking precum. She lifted her dress to reveal she wasn't wearing panties, her pussy already wet and ready. She positioned herself over him and sank down, taking his entire length inside her in one smooth motion.
"Oh fuck," Abhishek groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "You feel so good."
*He's going to give me one and a half lakhs a month,* Priya thought as she started riding him. *And he wants to take care of me throughout the pregnancy. This is perfect.*
She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing in his face, her pussy clenching around his cock. Abhishek thrust up to meet her movements, his cock driving deep with each stroke.
"You're so beautiful," he gasped. "So fucking beautiful. And you might be carrying my baby."
"Yes," Priya moaned. "Your baby. Growing inside me."
The thought pushed Abhishek over the edge. He thrust deep and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, mixing with the life already growing there.
*That's five men,* Priya thought as her own orgasm hit. *Five men who are going to pay me every month. Plus Arjun. This is incredible.*
---
That evening, Priya sat with Arjun in their penthouse, going over the numbers.
"So let me get this straight," Arjun said, his eyes wide with amazement. "Vivek is giving you one lakh a month. Rajesh is giving you seventy-five thousand. Sameer is giving you one and a half lakhs. Nikhil is giving you fifty thousand. And Abhishek is giving you one and a half lakhs."
"That's right," Priya confirmed.
"That's... that's four and a half lakhs a month," Arjun calculated. "Fifty-four lakhs a year. Just from them supporting the pregnancy."
"Plus your income, plus my salary, plus any bonuses or commissions," Priya added. "We're going to be very comfortable."
"This is incredible," Arjun said, shaking his head in amazement. "You've turned your pregnancy into a major financial asset."
"And the best part?" Priya said with a smile. "They all want to continue fucking me throughout the pregnancy. They find the idea of me being pregnant incredibly arousing."
"So you're going to keep having sex with all of them?" Arjun asked, his cock hardening at the thought.
"Of course," Priya replied. "Why would I stop? I enjoy it, they enjoy it, and now they're paying for the privilege. It's perfect."
---
Over the next few months, as Priya's pregnancy progressed, her body began to change. Her breasts grew fuller, more sensitive. Her stomach began to swell, showing the life growing inside her. Her hips widened slightly, her skin glowed, and there was something undeniably sensual about her pregnant form.
And her lovers found her more attractive than ever.
Vivek fucked her in his office regularly, his hands roaming over her growing belly, his cock driving deep into her pregnant pussy. "You're so beautiful like this," he would gasp as he came inside her. "So fucking sexy."
*He loves my pregnant body,* Priya would think as she felt him cum inside her. *And he's paying me one lakh a month for this. This is perfect.*
Rajesh took her to luxury hotels, spending hours worshipping her changing body, his tongue licking every inch of her skin before fucking her thoroughly. "I can't get enough of you," he would moan as he filled her with his cum. "You're incredible."
*Seventy-five thousand a month,* Priya would think as her orgasm hit. *And he treats me like a goddess. I love this.*
Sameer took her on trips—to Goa, to Kerala, to luxury resorts where they would spend days fucking, eating gourmet food, and enjoying each other's company. "You're the most beautiful pregnant woman I've ever seen," he would say as he thrust into her. "I can't stop wanting you."
*One and a half lakhs a month,* Priya would think as she felt him cum inside her. *Plus these incredible trips. This is amazing.*
Nikhil was the most tender, his lovemaking gentle and passionate, his hands always on her belly, feeling the baby move. "I hope it's mine," he would whisper as he came inside her. "I hope this baby is mine."
*Fifty thousand a month,* Priya would think, touched by his genuine emotion. *And he really cares. This is special.*
Abhishek was the most adventurous, finding new positions that accommodated her growing belly, fucking her from behind, from the side, with her on top. "You're so sexy like this," he would groan as he filled her with his cum. "I love your pregnant body."
*One and a half lakhs a month,* Priya would think as pleasure coursed through her. *And he's so creative. I love fucking him.*
And Arjun, her husband, fucked her regularly at home, his hands always on her belly, his cock filling her pregnant pussy with his own cum. "You're incredible," he would say as they lay together afterward. "You've turned this pregnancy into something amazing for both of us."
*This is perfect,* Priya would think, completely satisfied. *I'm pregnant, I'm being paid by multiple men, I'm having incredible sex, and my husband supports everything. This is the life I was meant to live.*
By her sixth month of pregnancy, Priya had accumulated over twenty-seven lakhs in direct financial support, plus countless gifts—jewellery, designer maternity clothes, nursery equipment, and more. Her body was round and full, her breasts heavy with milk, her skin glowing with health and satisfaction.
And she was still fucking all six men regularly, enjoying every moment, revelling in the attention and pleasure and financial security.
This was her life now—unconventional, taboo, but completely honest and mutually beneficial. And she wouldn't change a thing.
Six weeks after Neha had joined their circle, Priya stood in the bathroom of their penthouse, staring at the pregnancy test in her hand. Two pink lines. Positive.
Her heart raced, but not with panic—with a strange mixture of excitement and calculation. She'd been so sexually active over the past months that she genuinely had no idea who the father was. It could be Arjun, her husband. It could be Vivek, her boss who'd been fucking her regularly for months. It could be Rajesh, Arjun's boss who she'd seduced multiple times. It could be Sameer, the wealthy client who'd taken her to Goa. It could be Nikhil, Arjun's best friend who she'd been sleeping with for weeks. Or it could be Abhishek, their neighbour who'd been a regular lover. It could be Ajay, her brother and one of her regular lovers. It could be Rohan, Arjun's cousin, who she had fun with, whenever he visited Mumbai.
*Eight possibilities,* Priya thought, her mind already working through the implications. *Eight men who've all been cumming inside me regularly. Any one of them could be the father.*
She walked out of the bathroom to find Arjun in the living room, working on his laptop. He looked up when she entered, immediately noticing the expression on her face.
"What's wrong?" he asked, closing the laptop.
"I'm pregnant," Priya said simply, holding up the test.
Arjun's eyes widened, then a slow smile spread across his face. "That's... that's amazing. Congratulations, baby."
"You're not worried about who the father is?" Priya asked, sitting beside him.
Arjun was quiet for a moment, then shook his head. "Honestly? No. I mean, it could be me. But it could also be Ajay, Rohan, Vivek, Rajesh, Sameer, Nikhil, Abhishek. We've been so open about everything, and you've been with all of us regularly."
"Exactly," Priya said. "The conception window was probably around three months ago. During that time, I was having sex with all eight of you multiple times a week. There's genuinely no way to know without a paternity test."
"Do you want to do a test?" Arjun asked.
Priya thought about it, then slowly shook her head. "Actually, I'm thinking we could use this situation to our advantage."
Arjun raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Think about it," Priya said, her voice taking on that strategic tone Arjun had come to recognize. "Each of these men has been intimate with me regularly. Each of them knows there's a possibility—however small—that this baby could be theirs. What if we approached each of them separately, hinted at that possibility, and asked for financial support? Not the people in the family like Rohan and Ajay, but others?"
Arjun's eyes lit up with understanding. "You want to get all of them to contribute financially?"
"Why not?" Priya replied. "They're all wealthy. They all enjoy fucking me. They all know the situation—that I'm with multiple partners. If each of them thinks there's even a chance this baby is his, they might be willing to help support it. And us."
"That's... brilliant," Arjun said slowly. "But will they actually agree?"
"I think so," Priya said confidently. "Vivek is obsessed with me—he'll do anything to keep me happy. Rajesh has been very generous already, and he's mentioned wanting to take care of me. Sameer is incredibly wealthy and has been talking about wanting a deeper connection. Nikhil has always had feelings for me, even before we started sleeping together. And Abhishek... well, he's been the most generous of all, taking me on expensive trips and buying me gifts."
"So you're going to approach each of them individually?" Arjun asked.
"Yes," Priya confirmed. "I'll be honest about the pregnancy, hint that they could be the father, and express concern about the financial burden. I won't force anything or lie—I'll just present the situation and see how they respond."
"And if they all agree?" Arjun asked, his cock already hardening at the thought.
"Then we'll be receiving substantial financial support from multiple sources," Priya said with a smile. "Enough to not only cover all pregnancy and baby expenses, but to significantly improve our lifestyle."
*This is incredible,* Arjun thought, his hand moving to Priya's still-flat stomach. *My wife is pregnant, possibly with my child, possibly with another man's child. And she's going to use that to get money from multiple men. This is the ultimate expression of our lifestyle.*
"I support this completely," Arjun said. "When will you start approaching them?"
"This week," Priya replied. "I'll start with Vivek, since I see him most regularly at work."
---
Two days later, Priya sat in Vivek's office after hours, the door closed, the building mostly empty. She'd dressed carefully—a form-fitting dress that showed off her curves, her hair loose, her makeup subtle but alluring.
Vivek looked up from his desk and smiled when he saw her. "Priya. I wasn't expecting you. Everything okay?"
"Can we talk?" Priya asked, her voice soft. "It's important."
"Of course," Vivek said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk. "What's on your mind?"
Priya sat down, crossing her legs in a way that drew his eyes to her thighs. "I have some news. I'm pregnant."
Vivek's expression shifted through several emotions—surprise, concern, then something else. "Pregnant? That's... congratulations. Does Arjun know?"
"Yes, he knows," Priya said. "And he's supportive. But Vivek, there's something I need to tell you."
She paused, letting the tension build. Vivek leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers.
"The timing of the conception... it was about three months ago. During that period, you and I were... very active together. Multiple times a week, sometimes multiple times a day."
Understanding dawned in Vivek's eyes. "You're saying..."
"I'm saying there's a possibility—a real possibility—that this baby could be yours," Priya said softly. "I'm not saying it definitely is. Arjun and I are still intimate, obviously. But given how often you and I have been together, and the fact that you always cum inside me... it's possible."
Vivek sat back in his chair, his mind clearly racing. *My baby,* he thought, his cock stirring in his pants. *Priya could be carrying my baby. The woman I've been fucking for months, the most beautiful woman I've ever been with, might be pregnant with my child.*
"How do you feel about that?" he asked carefully.
"Honestly? I'm excited about the pregnancy," Priya said. "But I'm also worried about the financial aspects. Babies are expensive—medical care, nursery equipment, clothes, everything. Arjun and I are doing well, but it's still a significant burden."
She paused, letting that sink in, then continued. "I'm not asking you to take full responsibility or anything like that. But if there's a chance this baby is yours... I was hoping you might be willing to help support it. Financially, I mean."
Vivek was quiet for a long moment, his eyes traveling over Priya's body—her beautiful face, her full breasts, her flat stomach that would soon be swelling with a baby that might be his.
*She's asking me for money,* he thought. *But not in a demanding way. She's being honest about the situation, about the possibility. And fuck, the idea that she might be carrying my baby... that's incredibly arousing.*
"How much are we talking about?" he asked.
"I was thinking maybe one lakh a month?" Priya suggested. "Just to help with expenses. Medical bills, baby supplies, that sort of thing."
One lakh a month was substantial, but Vivek could easily afford it. And the thought of supporting Priya, of potentially being the father of her child, of maintaining his access to her incredible body...
"I'll do it," he said. "One lakh a month, starting now. And if the baby is mine... well, we'll figure that out when the time comes."
Priya smiled, standing and moving around the desk. She straddled Vivek's lap, her dress riding up to show her thighs, her arms wrapping around his neck.
"Thank you," she whispered, kissing him deeply. "You're so good to me."
Vivek's hands moved to her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer. His cock was rock hard now, pressing against her through his pants.
"I want to fuck you," he groaned. "Right now."
"Then fuck me," Priya replied, reaching down to unzip his pants.
She pulled out his cock—thick, hard, already leaking precum. She lifted her dress to reveal she wasn't wearing panties, her pussy already wet and ready. She positioned herself over him and sank down, taking his entire length inside her in one smooth motion.
"Oh fuck," Vivek groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "You feel so good."
*He's going to cum inside me again,* Priya thought as she started riding him. *The man who just agreed to give me one lakh a month is going to fill my pregnant pussy with his cum. This is perfect.*
She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing in his face, her pussy clenching around his cock. Vivek thrust up to meet her movements, his cock driving deep with each stroke.
"You're so beautiful," he gasped. "So fucking beautiful. And you might be carrying my baby."
"Yes," Priya moaned. "Your baby. Growing inside me."
The thought pushed Vivek over the edge. He thrust deep and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, mixing with the life already growing there.
*He's cumming inside me,* Priya thought as her own orgasm hit. *Filling me with his seed. And he's going to pay me one lakh a month for the privilege.*
---
The next day, Priya met Rajesh for lunch at an expensive restaurant in Bandra. They sat in a private booth, the atmosphere intimate and charged with their usual sexual tension.
After they'd ordered, Priya leaned forward, her hand covering Rajesh's on the table. "I need to tell you something important."
"What is it?" Rajesh asked, his eyes concerned.
"I'm pregnant," Priya said simply.
Rajesh's eyes widened. "Pregnant? That's... does Arjun know?"
"Yes, and he's supportive," Priya said. "But Rajesh, I need to be honest with you about something. The timing of the conception was about three months ago. During that time, you and I were together frequently. Very frequently."
She watched as understanding dawned in his eyes.
"You're saying I could be the father," Rajesh said slowly.
"I'm saying it's possible," Priya confirmed. "I'm not claiming it definitely is—Arjun and I are still intimate, and there are... other factors. But given how often you've been cumming inside me, there's a real possibility."
Rajesh sat back, processing this information. *My child,* he thought, his cock stirring. *Priya could be carrying my child. The woman I've been fucking behind my wife's back, the most incredible sexual partner I've ever had, might be pregnant with my baby.*
"How do you feel about this?" he asked.
"I'm happy about the pregnancy," Priya said. "But I'm worried about the financial aspects. Medical care, baby supplies, everything adds up quickly. I was hoping... if there's a chance this baby is yours... that you might be willing to help support it financially."
"How much do you need?" Rajesh asked.
"Maybe seventy-five thousand a month?" Priya suggested. "Just to help with expenses."
Rajesh considered this. Seventy-five thousand a month was significant, but he could afford it. And the thought of supporting Priya, of potentially being the father of her child, of maintaining their relationship...
"I'll do it," he said. "Seventy-five thousand a month. And Priya... I want to continue seeing you. Throughout the pregnancy and after."
"I'd like that too," Priya said with a warm smile.
They finished lunch, then Rajesh drove them to a luxury hotel where he'd booked a suite. The moment the door closed behind them, they were tearing at each other's clothes, desperate to fuck.
Rajesh pushed Priya onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. His cock was rock hard, thick and long, already leaking precum.
"I'm going to fuck you," he growled. "I'm going to fill your pregnant pussy with my cum."
"Yes," Priya moaned, spreading her legs wider. "Fuck me. Fill me."
Rajesh thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside her. They both groaned at the sensation—the familiar tightness, the wet heat, the perfect fit.
*I'm fucking a pregnant woman,* Rajesh thought as he pounded into her. *A woman who might be carrying my child. And I'm going to cum inside her again, add my seed to what's already growing there.*
He fucked her hard, his cock driving deep with each thrust, his balls slapping against her ass. Priya's moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around his cock, her orgasm building.
"I'm going to cum," Rajesh warned, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
"Cum inside me," Priya gasped. "Fill my pregnant pussy."
Rajesh thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, coating her inner walls.
*Seventy-five thousand a month,* Priya thought as she felt him cum inside her. *And he wants to keep fucking me throughout the pregnancy. This is working perfectly.*
---
That weekend, Priya met Sameer at his beach house in Alibaug, a short ferry ride from Mumbai. They sat on the terrace overlooking the Arabian Sea, drinks in hand, the atmosphere relaxed and intimate.
"I have some news," Priya said, turning to face him. "I'm pregnant."
Sameer's expression shifted to surprise, then something more complex. "Pregnant? Congratulations. That's wonderful news."
"Thank you," Priya said. "But Sameer, I need to be honest with you about something. The conception timing was about three months ago. During that period, you and I spent that incredible weekend in Goa together. And we've been together several times since then."
She paused, letting him process this.
"You're saying I could be the father," Sameer said, his voice carefully neutral.
"I'm saying it's possible," Priya confirmed. "I'm not claiming certainty—the situation is complicated. But given how often we've been together, and the fact that you always cum inside me... yes, there's a real possibility."
Sameer stood and walked to the railing, looking out at the ocean. *My child,* he thought, his mind reeling. *Priya could be carrying my child. This beautiful, incredible woman who I've been obsessed with since we met might be pregnant with my baby.*
"How do you feel about this?" he asked, turning back to her.
"I'm excited about the pregnancy," Priya said. "But I'm also concerned about the financial aspects. Babies are expensive, and while Arjun and I are doing well, it's still a significant burden. I was hoping... if there's a chance this baby is yours... that you might be willing to help support it."
"How much are we talking about?" Sameer asked.
"Maybe one and a half lakhs a month?" Priya suggested. "To help with medical care, baby supplies, everything."
Sameer was quiet for a moment. One and a half lakhs a month was substantial, but he was worth hundreds of crores. The money was nothing to him. And the thought of supporting Priya, of potentially being the father of her child, of maintaining their relationship...
"I'll do it," he said. "One and a half lakhs a month. But Priya, I want more than just financial involvement. I want to be part of your life throughout this pregnancy. I want to take you on trips, spend time with you, be there for you."
"I'd love that," Priya said, standing and moving to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. "You've been so good to me, Sameer."
Sameer's hands moved to her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer. His cock was already hardening, pressing against her through his pants.
"I want to fuck you," he said. "Right now."
They moved to the bedroom, undressing each other urgently. Sameer's body was impressive—tall, strong, well-maintained. His cock was thick and long, already rock hard and leaking precum.
Priya lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, her pussy pink and wet and ready for him. Sameer positioned himself between her thighs, admiring her body—her beautiful face, her full breasts, her flat stomach that would soon be swelling with a baby that might be his.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, running his hands over her body.
"And you're so hard," Priya replied, reaching down to wrap her hand around his cock. "I want to feel you inside me."
Sameer thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside her in one smooth motion. They both groaned at the sensation—the perfect fit, the intense pleasure, the forbidden thrill of what they were doing.
*I'm fucking a pregnant woman,* Sameer thought as he started moving. *A woman who might be carrying my child. And I'm going to cum inside her, add my seed to what's already there.*
He fucked her with long, deep strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, her wetness coating his shaft. Priya's moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets, her body responding to every thrust.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder."
Sameer obliged, pounding into her relentlessly, his cock driving deep with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with their moans and gasps.
"I'm going to cum," Sameer warned, his balls tightening.
"Cum inside me," Priya gasped. "Fill my pregnant pussy with your cum."
Sameer thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, mixing with the life growing there.
*One and a half lakhs a month,* Priya thought as her own orgasm hit. *And he wants to take me on trips, spend time with me. This is incredible.*
---
The following week, Priya met Nikhil at a café in Bandra. They sat in a quiet corner, coffee in front of them, the atmosphere charged with unspoken tension.
"I need to tell you something," Priya said, her hand covering Nikhil's on the table. "I'm pregnant."
Nikhil's eyes widened. "Pregnant? That's... wow. Congratulations. Does Arjun know?"
"Yes, and he's supportive," Priya said. "But Nikhil, I need to be honest with you. The conception timing was about three months ago. During that time, you and I were together frequently. Very frequently."
She watched as understanding dawned in his eyes.
"You're saying I could be the father," Nikhil said slowly.
"I'm saying it's possible," Priya confirmed. "I'm not claiming certainty—the situation is complicated. But given how often we've been together, and the fact that you always cum inside me... yes, there's a real possibility."
Nikhil sat back, his mind racing. *My child,* he thought, his heart pounding. *Priya could be carrying my child. The woman I've been in love with for years, the woman I've been fucking for months, might be pregnant with my baby.*
"How do you feel about this?" he asked.
"I'm happy about the pregnancy," Priya said. "But I'm worried about the financial aspects. Medical care, baby supplies, everything adds up. I was hoping... if there's a chance this baby is yours... that you might be willing to help support it financially."
"Of course," Nikhil said immediately. "How much do you need?"
"Maybe fifty thousand a month?" Priya suggested.
"I'll do it," Nikhil said without hesitation. "Fifty thousand a month. And Priya... if this baby is mine... I want to be involved. I want to be part of its life."
"I'd like that," Priya said with a warm smile. "You've always been special to me, Nikhil."
They finished their coffee, then Nikhil drove them to his apartment. Divya was out of town for work, giving them privacy. The moment they entered, they were kissing desperately, tearing at each other's clothes.
Nikhil pushed Priya onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. His cock was rock hard, about seven inches, thick, already leaking precum.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to fill your pregnant pussy with my cum."
"Yes," Priya moaned, spreading her legs wider. "Fuck me, Nikhil. Fill me."
Nikhil thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside her. They both groaned at the sensation—the familiar tightness, the wet heat, the perfect connection.
*I'm fucking the woman I love,* Nikhil thought as he started moving. *The woman who might be carrying my child. This is everything I've ever wanted.*
He fucked her with deep, passionate strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his hands roaming over her body—her breasts, her waist, her hips. Priya's moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around his cock, her orgasm building.
"I love you," Nikhil gasped, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
"I know," Priya replied, pulling him into a deep kiss. "And I care about you too."
Nikhil's orgasm approached rapidly, his balls tightening, the pressure building. "I'm going to cum."
"Cum inside me," Priya gasped. "Fill me with your seed."
Nikhil thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, coating her inner walls.
*Fifty thousand a month,* Priya thought as she felt him cum inside her. *And he wants to be involved in the baby's life. He's so sweet, so genuine. This is working perfectly.*
---
Finally, Priya met Abhishek at his apartment in their building. He'd invited her over for dinner, and the atmosphere was intimate and charged with their usual sexual tension.
After they'd eaten, Priya took his hand and led him to the couch. "I have something important to tell you. I'm pregnant."
Abhishek's eyes widened. "Pregnant? That's... congratulations. Does Arjun know?"
"Yes, and he's supportive," Priya said. "But Abhishek, I need to be honest with you. The conception timing was about three months ago. During that time, you and I were together constantly. Multiple times a week, sometimes multiple times a day."
She watched as understanding dawned in his eyes.
"You're saying I could be the father," Abhishek said.
"I'm saying it's possible," Priya confirmed. "I'm not claiming certainty—the situation is complicated. But given how often we've been together, and the fact that you always cum inside me... yes, there's a real possibility."
Abhishek was quiet for a moment, processing this information. *My child,* he thought, his cock stirring. *Priya could be carrying my child. The most incredible woman I've ever been with, my neighbour who I've been fucking for months, might be pregnant with my baby.*
"How do you feel about this?" he asked.
"I'm excited about the pregnancy," Priya said. "But I'm worried about the financial aspects. Medical care, baby supplies, everything is expensive. I was hoping... if there's a chance this baby is yours... that you might be willing to help support it financially."
"How much do you need?" Abhishek asked.
"Maybe one and a half lakhs a month?" Priya suggested.
Abhishek didn't hesitate. "I'll do it. One and a half lakhs a month. And Priya... I want to continue our relationship throughout the pregnancy. I want to take care of you, take you on trips, be there for you."
"I'd love that," Priya said, moving to straddle his lap. Her dress rode up, showing her thighs, her arms wrapping around his neck. "You've always been so generous to me."
Abhishek's hands moved to her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer. His cock was rock hard now, pressing against her through his pants.
"I want to fuck you," he groaned. "Right now."
Priya reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock—thick, long, already leaking precum. She lifted her dress to reveal she wasn't wearing panties, her pussy already wet and ready. She positioned herself over him and sank down, taking his entire length inside her in one smooth motion.
"Oh fuck," Abhishek groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "You feel so good."
*He's going to give me one and a half lakhs a month,* Priya thought as she started riding him. *And he wants to take care of me throughout the pregnancy. This is perfect.*
She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing in his face, her pussy clenching around his cock. Abhishek thrust up to meet her movements, his cock driving deep with each stroke.
"You're so beautiful," he gasped. "So fucking beautiful. And you might be carrying my baby."
"Yes," Priya moaned. "Your baby. Growing inside me."
The thought pushed Abhishek over the edge. He thrust deep and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, mixing with the life already growing there.
*That's five men,* Priya thought as her own orgasm hit. *Five men who are going to pay me every month. Plus Arjun. This is incredible.*
---
That evening, Priya sat with Arjun in their penthouse, going over the numbers.
"So let me get this straight," Arjun said, his eyes wide with amazement. "Vivek is giving you one lakh a month. Rajesh is giving you seventy-five thousand. Sameer is giving you one and a half lakhs. Nikhil is giving you fifty thousand. And Abhishek is giving you one and a half lakhs."
"That's right," Priya confirmed.
"That's... that's four and a half lakhs a month," Arjun calculated. "Fifty-four lakhs a year. Just from them supporting the pregnancy."
"Plus your income, plus my salary, plus any bonuses or commissions," Priya added. "We're going to be very comfortable."
"This is incredible," Arjun said, shaking his head in amazement. "You've turned your pregnancy into a major financial asset."
"And the best part?" Priya said with a smile. "They all want to continue fucking me throughout the pregnancy. They find the idea of me being pregnant incredibly arousing."
"So you're going to keep having sex with all of them?" Arjun asked, his cock hardening at the thought.
"Of course," Priya replied. "Why would I stop? I enjoy it, they enjoy it, and now they're paying for the privilege. It's perfect."
---
Over the next few months, as Priya's pregnancy progressed, her body began to change. Her breasts grew fuller, more sensitive. Her stomach began to swell, showing the life growing inside her. Her hips widened slightly, her skin glowed, and there was something undeniably sensual about her pregnant form.
And her lovers found her more attractive than ever.
Vivek fucked her in his office regularly, his hands roaming over her growing belly, his cock driving deep into her pregnant pussy. "You're so beautiful like this," he would gasp as he came inside her. "So fucking sexy."
*He loves my pregnant body,* Priya would think as she felt him cum inside her. *And he's paying me one lakh a month for this. This is perfect.*
Rajesh took her to luxury hotels, spending hours worshipping her changing body, his tongue licking every inch of her skin before fucking her thoroughly. "I can't get enough of you," he would moan as he filled her with his cum. "You're incredible."
*Seventy-five thousand a month,* Priya would think as her orgasm hit. *And he treats me like a goddess. I love this.*
Sameer took her on trips—to Goa, to Kerala, to luxury resorts where they would spend days fucking, eating gourmet food, and enjoying each other's company. "You're the most beautiful pregnant woman I've ever seen," he would say as he thrust into her. "I can't stop wanting you."
*One and a half lakhs a month,* Priya would think as she felt him cum inside her. *Plus these incredible trips. This is amazing.*
Nikhil was the most tender, his lovemaking gentle and passionate, his hands always on her belly, feeling the baby move. "I hope it's mine," he would whisper as he came inside her. "I hope this baby is mine."
*Fifty thousand a month,* Priya would think, touched by his genuine emotion. *And he really cares. This is special.*
Abhishek was the most adventurous, finding new positions that accommodated her growing belly, fucking her from behind, from the side, with her on top. "You're so sexy like this," he would groan as he filled her with his cum. "I love your pregnant body."
*One and a half lakhs a month,* Priya would think as pleasure coursed through her. *And he's so creative. I love fucking him.*
And Arjun, her husband, fucked her regularly at home, his hands always on her belly, his cock filling her pregnant pussy with his own cum. "You're incredible," he would say as they lay together afterward. "You've turned this pregnancy into something amazing for both of us."
*This is perfect,* Priya would think, completely satisfied. *I'm pregnant, I'm being paid by multiple men, I'm having incredible sex, and my husband supports everything. This is the life I was meant to live.*
By her sixth month of pregnancy, Priya had accumulated over twenty-seven lakhs in direct financial support, plus countless gifts—jewellery, designer maternity clothes, nursery equipment, and more. Her body was round and full, her breasts heavy with milk, her skin glowing with health and satisfaction.
And she was still fucking all six men regularly, enjoying every moment, revelling in the attention and pleasure and financial security.
This was her life now—unconventional, taboo, but completely honest and mutually beneficial. And she wouldn't change a thing.
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