26-07-2026, 04:42 PM
The unmistakable sound of his wife’s loud, broken moans was coming from the guest room.
Sarla immediately wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and pulled him deeper. “Saab… ab mat ruko,” she whispered huskily, grinding against him. “Sun rahe ho na? Memsaab bhi mazaa le rahi hain. Aap bhi lo…”
Arjun tried to pull away, shock and jealousy flashing across his face, but Sarla held him firmly, kissing his neck and clenching her pussy around his cock.
Arjun jerked upright on the bed, his cock slipping out of Sarla with a wet sound. Sarla lay naked beneath him, breathing heavily, but he no longer cared.
He had heard it clearly — Ritu’s voice. A sharp, broken moan coming from the direction of the guest room.
Without a word, he got off the bed and moved toward the door, still naked, his heart hammering. Sarla quickly sat up and followed him, her naked body glistening with sweat.
The drawing room was empty. The main door was locked from inside — exactly as Arjun remembered leaving it. But the strange sounds continued.
He turned toward the guest room. The door was ajar.
Arjun pushed it open.
The sight that greeted him stopped him cold.
Ramesh had Ritu folded almost in half on the bed. Her legs were pushed up over his broad shoulders, her body bent and completely exposed. Ramesh was thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes, his thick cock disappearing completely into her pussy with every brutal plunge. Ritu’s breasts bounced violently with each impact. Her face was flushed, her mouth open in a mixture of shock and unwilling pleasure.
Ramesh was fucking her like a man possessed — raw, deep, and relentless.
For a few seconds, Arjun’s brain refused to process what he was seeing. Then rage and disbelief crashed over him.
“YEH KYA BAKWAS CHAL RAHI HAI YAHAN?!” he roared.
Ramesh froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside Ritu. He slowly turned his head and looked at Arjun. A dark, satisfied smirk touched his lips.
Ritu’s eyes met her husband’s. Her face was flushed, lips parted, breathing ragged. She looked completely overwhelmed.
Ramesh slowly pulled his thick, glistening cock out of her with a wet, obscene sound. He stood up, still hard, and looked straight at Arjun without any shame.
Arjun’s mouth opened, but no words came out. The reality of what he was witnessing — his wife, on their guest bed, legs spread, pussy wet and swollen from another man’s cock — hit him like a physical blow.
Ritu slowly lowered her legs, still breathing hard, her torn kurta hanging open, her body marked with Ramesh’s rough handling.
The room fell into a heavy, dangerous silence.
Arjun stood frozen in the doorway, his naked body tense with rage. His eyes darted between Ritu — lying on the bed with her legs still spread, kurta torn open, chest heaving — and Ramesh, who stood tall and unashamed, his thick cock still hard and glistening with Ritu’s juices.
“YEH KYA BAKWAS HAI?!” Arjun roared again, stepping forward. “Ritu! Ramesh! Kya kar rahe ho tum log yahan?!”
Ramesh didn’t flinch. He slowly wiped his cock with his hand and looked Arjun straight in the eyes.
“Wohi jo tum meri biwi ke saath kar rahe the, Saab,” he said calmly, almost mockingly. “Tumne meri Sarla ko apne bistar pe choda. Ab main teri Ritu ko chod raha hoon. Hisaab barabar ho gaya.”
Arjun’s face turned red with fury. “Hisaab?! Tu meri biwi ko chod raha hai aur bol raha hai hisaab barabar?! Nikal yahan se, warna main—”
“Arjun, ruko!” Ritu’s voice cut through the air. She sat up, pulling the torn pieces of her kurta over her chest. Her voice was shaky but firm. “Bas… ab bahut ho gaya.”
Sarla had followed Arjun into the room. She stood near the door, still naked, watching everything with calm, calculating eyes.
Ritu looked at him, her eyes filled with pain and anger. “Tum Sarla ko mere bed pe chod rahe the? Uska hisab kon dega?? Kitne din se chal raha hai yeh sab? Jab main office ki tension mein doob rahi thi, tab tum dono yahan ye gand macha rahe the?”
Arjun opened his mouth, but no words came out at first. Guilt and rage warred on his face.
Ramesh let out a low chuckle. “Saab, hum gareeb hain lekin chutiya nhin, mere biwi gair mard ke sath bistar per aur gair mard use ragad raha ho, to kya karna chahiye.
Tumne toh mera ghar barbaad kardiya”
Ramesh words are drilling inside Arjun’s head, as he knew how Sarla to things forward with him without hesitation.
She did not even stopped him for once neither she is is saying any word,even right now.
Arjun with his trembling voice toward’s, “Sarla, bolti kyun nhin kuch, kya main tumse koi zabardasti kari hai??”
Arjun jerked his arm away, but his eyes involuntarily flicked toward Ritu’s exposed body on the bed. The sight of her flushed skin, swollen lips, and the wetness between her thighs stirred something dark and unwanted inside him.
Ritu noticed it. Her voice turned bitter.
“Sarla kya bolegi, jo sach tha wo toh maine aate hi dekhliya tha, aur jo baaki kuch bacha hai woh toh tumhare lund ko ke uper Sarla ki chut ka paani dekh ke samjh aa hi raha hai”
Arjun never ever thought about the kind of vulgar language Ritu used. Those words were like melting lava in his ears, but his cock was telling a different story.
Arjun’s jaw clenched. He looked at Ramesh, then at Ritu, then back at Ramesh.
Sarla stepped closer to Arjun, her naked body brushing against his side. She whispered softly, “Saab… aapko bhi toh accha lagta tha na mere saath.”
Arjun’s breathing was heavy. His mind screamed at him to throw Ramesh out. But his body — still hard, still throbbing from the sight of Ritu’s well-fucked pussy and the memory of Sarla’s warmth — was betraying him.
He looked at Ritu. She met his gaze, her eyes full of challenge, pain, and something darker — the same unwanted heat he was feeling.
“Arjun…” Ritu said quietly, “Tumhe Sarla ke sath dekh maine sochliya tha ki tumhare sath is rishte ko ab nhin nibhayenge, lekin ab jaisa ramesh ne kaha pehle hisab barabar hoga ”
Ramesh smiled slowly. “Toh phir shuru kiya jaye?” said while looking into Arjun eyes while stroking his cock slowly.
Arjun stood silent for a long moment, fists clenched, cock still hard trying to plan his next action. His mind was at war with his body.
Finally, he took a shaky breath.
But everyone in the room glued their eyes on Arjun expecting his reaction but then Ritu made a move.
Ritu stood up slowly. Her torn kurta lay discarded in one corner, her bra in another. Her full breasts hung free, swaying with every step as she walked toward Ramesh. She stopped right in front of him, looked straight at Arjun, and said with quiet defiance:
“Is ki shuruaat toh tumne ki thi… lekin ise khatm main karungi.”
Without another word, she dropped to her knees, took Ramesh’s thick cock in her hand, and slid it into her mouth. She sucked him with shameless hunger, her head bobbing, lips stretched wide around his girth.
Ramesh groaned in pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and began fucking her mouth with deep, controlled strokes, his eyes locked on Arjun the entire time.
Arjun’s anger was still burning, but the sight of his wife on her knees, eagerly sucking another man’s cock, sent a dark, unwanted jolt of lust through him.
Sarla moved behind him. She pressed her naked body against his back, her hands sliding down. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began stroking him slowly.
“Saab… kyun door khade ho?” she whispered hotly in his ear. “Jab teri biwi uske saath mazaa le rahi hai, toh tu bhi le.”
Arjun’s resistance cracked. He grabbed Sarla, turned her around, and pushed her down. She dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth without hesitation, sucking him with practiced skill.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of two women sucking cock.
With half open eyes due to the assault being done by Sarla he saw Ritu and realized she had transformed into a different woman.
It was as if the woman who had entered this room earlier had disappeared. In her place was someone completely different — bold, hungry, almost possessed. The same Ritu who had once been reserved and proper with her husband was now on her knees before Ramesh like a woman starved for years.
She held his thick cock with both hands, her thumbs pressing on either side of the head, peeling back the foreskin completely. She swirled her tongue around the exposed tip, tasting him, before spitting a thick, shiny glob of saliva onto his shaft. She stroked him slowly, making his cock glisten, then took him deep into her mouth.
Ritu sucked him with shameless expertise — long, wet strokes, her head bobbing, her tongue working the underside while her hands stroked what her mouth couldn’t take. She even pushed forward until her nose pressed against his pelvis, taking almost his entire length down her throat.
Ramesh groaned loudly, genuinely surprised. He had not expected this level of hunger from her. The last time they were together, she had been hesitant. Today, she was devouring him like a woman who had been holding back for far too long.
“Fuck… Memsaab,” he muttered, staring down at her in awe. “Aaj toh bilkul alag ho tum…”
Ritu didn’t reply with words. She simply looked up at him with lust-filled eyes and sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her bouncing breasts. Thick strings of her spit mixed with his precum ran down her neck and onto her nipples.
She was completely lost in the act — sucking, licking, worshipping his cock with a hunger that shocked even Ramesh.
Meanwhile, Arjun was watching the entire scene while fucking Sarla. The sight of his proper, educated wife acting like a complete slut for another man’s cock was driving him wild. His thrusts into Sarla became harder, more aggressive, as if he was trying to match Ramesh’s intensity.
The room had turned into a battlefield of lust — two couples drown in lust side by side, moans and wet sounds echoing off the walls, boundaries completely shattered.
Arjun pulled Sarla up and threw her onto the bed.
He positioned her so that her head hung off the edge of the mattress. He stood over her and slid his cock back into her mouth, fucking her throat in long, deep strokes while leaning forward to bury his face between her thighs. He licked and sucked her pussy hungrily, his tongue thrusting inside her as Sarla moaned around his cock.
Ramesh did not wanted to left behind, he make her go on all four (doggy), Arjun looked with the eye corner and asked himself when did she liked this position this much. He said Ritu has changed.
She was on all fours in front of Ramesh. He had one of her legs pulled up high, folding her body as he slammed into her from behind with brutal force. He spanked her ass hard, the sharp sound echoing in the room. Ritu cried out, but pushed back against him, taking every inch.
Ramesh grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as he pounded her. He leaned over her, biting her shoulder and neck, his thick cock stretching her pussy with every powerful thrust.
“Le… teri chut ab meri ho gayi hai,” he growled.
Ritu’s moans grew louder, shameless. She was sucking Ramesh’s cock with wild hunger earlier, and now she was taking his rough fucking like she couldn’t get enough. Her body trembled with every deep stroke.
Arjun, while devouring Sarla’s pussy in 69, kept glancing at Ritu. The sight of his wife getting railed so hard by another man was driving him crazy with a toxic mix of jealousy and lust.
He flipped Sarla onto her back, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and thrust into her wet cunt in one smooth motion. He began fucking her hard, his eyes fixed on Ritu the entire time. Sarla moaned loudly, her heavy breasts bouncing as Arjun pounded her.
The two couples were now fucking side by side on the same bed — raw, animalistic, and completely lost in lust.
Ramesh was relentless with Ritu. He spanked her ass again and again, pulled her hair, and fucked her like he was claiming her completely. Ritu’s loud, broken moans filled the room as she came hard around his thick cock.
Arjun, watching his wife orgasm on another man’s cock, fucked Sarla even harder, as if trying to match Ramesh’s intensity.
Arjun, lost in lust, flipped Sarla onto her back, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and thrust into her wet pussy. He fucked her hard, his eyes occasionally flicking toward Ritu and Ramesh.
Ritu’s pussy was fighting a losing battle. Ramesh was relentless, slamming into her with deep, punishing strokes that left her gasping for air. Her body was trembling, exhausted, but she refused to surrender completely. Every powerful thrust made her cry out, her voice hoarse and broken.
Ramesh, however, showed no sign of slowing down. He grabbed her ass, pulled her hips back toward him, and fucked her even harder, as if determined to break her completely.
Arjun had finally pulled out of Sarla after his intense orgasm. Sarla slid to the corner of the bed, breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. Arjun, still on his knees, leaned forward slightly, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched his wife.
Ritu lay on the bed in a completely vulnerable, folded position — her knees pushed up toward her chest, her body curled, mouth slightly open as she panted heavily. She looked like she had just run a marathon. Sweat glistened on her skin, her hair was a mess, and her pussy was swollen and dripping from Ramesh’s relentless assault.
Ramesh finally slowed down. He reached for a bottle of cold water on the side table, took a long swig, and then casually tossed the bottle toward Arjun with a smirk. Arjun caught it instinctively.
Ramesh wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave Arjun a wink, as if this was his house, his rules, and they were all simply guests in his game.
“Paani pi lo, Saab, Thakk gye hoge” he said casually, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Ritu lay there, chest heaving, eyes half-closed in exhaustion and lingering pleasure. The contrast was stark — Arjun and Sarla had reached their peak, while Ramesh was still very much in control, treating the situation like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Ramesh’s words landed like a direct challenge to Arjun’s manhood.
“Ritu ji… tayyar ho?” he asked with a dark smirk, rubbing the thick head of his cock against her swollen, dripping pussy.
Before she could even respond, he slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Ritu’s eyes flew open. A sharp, broken scream tore from her throat as her sore, overstimulated pussy was suddenly stretched wide again. The force of the thrust made her entire body jolt forward.
The moment her mouth opened in that cry, Arjun moved.
His cock — rock hard again after watching his wife get fucked so mercilessly — was pushed straight into her open mouth. Ritu’s eyes widened in shock as her husband grabbed a fistful of her hair and began fucking her face with urgent, deep strokes.
Arjun was no longer holding back. He thrust into her mouth like a man possessed, his balls slapping against her chin as he used her throat.
Ramesh, seeing this, let out a low, satisfied growl. The sight of Arjun joining in — his wife now being used from both ends — sent a fresh wave of raw lust through him. He gripped Ritu’s breasts hard, using them as handles, and began pounding her pussy with renewed, animalistic force.
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of Ritu being fucked from both ends. Her muffled moans vibrated around Arjun’s cock as Ramesh slammed into her soaked cunt again and again. Ramesh leaned forward, his powerful body covering hers, biting and sucking on her breasts while he fucked her without mercy.
Arjun looked down at his wife — her eyes watering, mouth full of his cock, pussy being destroyed by another man — and felt a toxic, overwhelming mix of jealousy, rage, and the darkest arousal he had ever known.
Ramesh looked up at Arjun, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he continued to thrust deep into Ritu.
Ritu could only moan helplessly around Arjun’s cock as the two men used her body together, completely lost in the heat of the moment.
The double pounding was merciless.
Ramesh and Arjun were fucking Ritu like they wanted to break her. Ramesh slammed into her pussy with deep, world-shattering thrusts, his thick cock stretching her completely with every brutal stroke. At the same time, Arjun fucked her mouth with raw urgency, his cock sliding deep into her throat.
Ritu’s body was caught in the storm. A powerful, overwhelming pressure built in her lower abdomen — a feeling so intense it bordered on pain. Her pussy twitched violently around Ramesh’s cock, and her teeth accidentally grazed Arjun’s shaft as her body shuddered uncontrollably.
Both men took it as a challenge.
They fucked her even harder — faster, deeper, more savage. Ramesh gripped her hips and pounded her soaked cunt like a machine. Arjun held her head firmly and thrust into her throat with piston-like strokes. The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping flesh and Ritu’s muffled, desperate moans.
Five minutes of this relentless, double assault was more than enough.
Ritu’s body suddenly convulsed violently. Her pussy clenched hard around Ramesh’s cock as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body shook and squirmed like she was having a seizure, her legs trembling uncontrollably.
That was all it took.
Ramesh buried himself to the hilt inside her and came with a deep, guttural groan. Thick, hot ropes of his cum flooded her tight pussy, filling her completely. At the same moment, Arjun pushed deep into her throat and exploded. His cock spasmed as he shot heavy spurts of cum straight down her throat.
Ritu had no choice. She was forced to swallow every drop of her husband’s cum, her throat working desperately around his pulsing cock. It was something she had never liked — never enjoyed — but in that moment, she had no option.
Her body continued to tremble between them, caught in the overwhelming aftershocks of her own powerful orgasm, as both men emptied themselves inside her from both ends.
The three of them stayed locked together for a long moment — breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of raw sex.
Chapter 8: Fractured Peace
“Sahab, seva ka mauka fir se dena,” Ramesh said with a satisfied smirk as he stood at the door with Sarla.
Sarla gave a small, knowing smile before both of them stepped out. The door clicked shut behind them.
Arjun stood alone in the silent apartment. The quiet was deafening. It pressed down on him like a physical weight, suffocating him from the inside. For a long moment, he simply stared at the closed door, his mind struggling to process everything that had just happened.
He walked slowly toward the guest room.
Ritu lay on the bed, completely spent. Her naked body glistened under the dim light — sweat, cum, and exhaustion marking her skin. Thick white streaks of semen glistened between her thighs, slowly dripping down. More cum stained her cheeks and chin, her lips still slightly swollen and wet. Her chest rose and fell with slow, tired breaths. Even in this wrecked state, the curves of her body were mesmerizing… and heartbreaking.
Arjun felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He picked up a clean sheet from the side and gently covered her naked form. Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there for a long moment. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with tears.
What have I done?
How did it come to this?
Why…?
The questions burned inside him. A fresh wave of anger surged through his veins — anger at Ramesh, at Sarla, at himself. He wanted to scream, to break something, to tear the entire room apart.
But he stopped himself.
Any rash action now could destroy everything. Their home. Their reputation. Their future.
He took a deep, shaky breath.
I will not let this go easily, he thought, his jaw tightening. Whatever this is… it ends on my terms.
With that resolve, Arjun slipped under the sheet and pulled Ritu into his arms. He held her close, her tired body fitting against his as it always had. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks as he buried his face in her hair.
In the heavy silence of the apartment, husband and wife lay together — broken, exhausted, and forever changed.
Late at night, long after the rest of the building had fallen silent, Ramesh and Sarla were alone in their small, dimly lit room.
They were both completely naked. Ramesh sat leaning against the headboard, a glass of cheap whiskey in one hand. Sarla straddled his lap, her heavy breasts pressed against his chest as she slowly rubbed herself against his hardening cock. With his free hand, Ramesh lazily played with her dark nipple, rolling and pinching it between his thick fingers.
“Arjun ke lode ke bade maze le rahi thi tu,” Ramesh said with a smirk, taking a sip from the glass before offering it to Sarla.
Sarla took a small sip and smiled. “Tumne kon si Ritu ko choda nahi?”
The camera in front of them was live, its red light blinking steadily. On the laptop beside it, comments and token notifications from their online fans scrolled rapidly.
“Arey ye dekho,” Ramesh said, pointing at the screen. “RiderArjun02 kehta hai — ‘Bhabhi ki chuchiyon pe zara thappad maar, thode maze dilaa.’ Aur 30 token bhi diye hain isne.”
Sarla laughed softly. “Ab toh iski khwahish puri karni hogi.”
Ramesh pinched her nipple hard, then lifted her left breast and delivered several sharp, tight slaps. Sarla gasped in pain and pleasure, her body jerking.
“Aaahhh… ye saare Arjun mere boobs ke peeche kyun pade hain?” she moaned, half laughing.
After 4–5 firm slaps on each breast, Ramesh typed a quick reply on the laptop: Thank you RiderArjun02.
They waited for the next big token tip. Ramesh took another sip and leaned back.
“Humara plan kaamyab raha,” he said with satisfaction.
Sarla nodded, grinding slowly against him. “Haan. Ek pal toh main dar gayi thi kahin Arjun tumpe haath na utha de.”
Ramesh chuckled. “Woh shehri babu kya karega? Mera usse zyada azan ka samaan factory mein yunhi utha deta hoon.”
Sarla laughed, then grew serious for a moment. “Ab aage ka kya plan hai?”
Ramesh looked at her, his hand still playing with her breast. “Jahan tak mera andaza hai, is samay dono ke beech ek daraar aa chuki hai rishte mein. Aur ab humein isi daraar ka fayda utha ke unhe humare is film ka hissa banana hai.”
He pointed toward the camera. “Fir dekhna Sarla darling, screen pe token ki baarish hogi aur bank account mein sikke ki.”
Sarla smiled, kissing his neck. “Haan… yahan camera pe unke kapde utrenge aur wahan unka ghar humara ho jayega.”
She paused, then added softly, “Pichhle do saal se bas 50-60 hazar hi kama aa rahe hain is cam se.”
Ramesh nodded. “Haan yaar, main bhi pak gaya hoon in sikko se. Shuruwati dino mein toh humne is app se 20 lakh bana liye the.”
“Usi se toh tumne apna karza chukaya tha,” Sarla said.
“Haan jaan. Lekin uske baad jo bhi humne kamaya, woh mere alag-alag business ke loss ne kha liya.”
Sarla looked at him tenderly and kissed him deeply. “Koi kuch bhi kahe, lekin main har pal tumhare saath hoon. Chahe kaisa bhi samay ho.”
Ramesh smiled and pulled her closer. “Aur log kehte hain bhag ke shaadi karne walon ki hadi kabhi kaamyab nahi hoti.”
Their past was full of darkness and sharp turns — a long story neither of them liked to revisit often.
Suddenly, a notification sound chimed.
“100 tokens for blowjob,” Ramesh read aloud. “Fans ko khush karne ka time aa gaya.”
Before he could finish the sentence, Sarla had already slid down between his legs. She took his thick cock into her mouth in one smooth motion, swallowing him deep as the camera continued to roll.
Sarla immediately wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and pulled him deeper. “Saab… ab mat ruko,” she whispered huskily, grinding against him. “Sun rahe ho na? Memsaab bhi mazaa le rahi hain. Aap bhi lo…”
Arjun tried to pull away, shock and jealousy flashing across his face, but Sarla held him firmly, kissing his neck and clenching her pussy around his cock.
Arjun jerked upright on the bed, his cock slipping out of Sarla with a wet sound. Sarla lay naked beneath him, breathing heavily, but he no longer cared.
He had heard it clearly — Ritu’s voice. A sharp, broken moan coming from the direction of the guest room.
Without a word, he got off the bed and moved toward the door, still naked, his heart hammering. Sarla quickly sat up and followed him, her naked body glistening with sweat.
The drawing room was empty. The main door was locked from inside — exactly as Arjun remembered leaving it. But the strange sounds continued.
He turned toward the guest room. The door was ajar.
Arjun pushed it open.
The sight that greeted him stopped him cold.
Ramesh had Ritu folded almost in half on the bed. Her legs were pushed up over his broad shoulders, her body bent and completely exposed. Ramesh was thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes, his thick cock disappearing completely into her pussy with every brutal plunge. Ritu’s breasts bounced violently with each impact. Her face was flushed, her mouth open in a mixture of shock and unwilling pleasure.
Ramesh was fucking her like a man possessed — raw, deep, and relentless.
For a few seconds, Arjun’s brain refused to process what he was seeing. Then rage and disbelief crashed over him.
“YEH KYA BAKWAS CHAL RAHI HAI YAHAN?!” he roared.
Ramesh froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside Ritu. He slowly turned his head and looked at Arjun. A dark, satisfied smirk touched his lips.
Ritu’s eyes met her husband’s. Her face was flushed, lips parted, breathing ragged. She looked completely overwhelmed.
Ramesh slowly pulled his thick, glistening cock out of her with a wet, obscene sound. He stood up, still hard, and looked straight at Arjun without any shame.
Arjun’s mouth opened, but no words came out. The reality of what he was witnessing — his wife, on their guest bed, legs spread, pussy wet and swollen from another man’s cock — hit him like a physical blow.
Ritu slowly lowered her legs, still breathing hard, her torn kurta hanging open, her body marked with Ramesh’s rough handling.
The room fell into a heavy, dangerous silence.
Arjun stood frozen in the doorway, his naked body tense with rage. His eyes darted between Ritu — lying on the bed with her legs still spread, kurta torn open, chest heaving — and Ramesh, who stood tall and unashamed, his thick cock still hard and glistening with Ritu’s juices.
“YEH KYA BAKWAS HAI?!” Arjun roared again, stepping forward. “Ritu! Ramesh! Kya kar rahe ho tum log yahan?!”
Ramesh didn’t flinch. He slowly wiped his cock with his hand and looked Arjun straight in the eyes.
“Wohi jo tum meri biwi ke saath kar rahe the, Saab,” he said calmly, almost mockingly. “Tumne meri Sarla ko apne bistar pe choda. Ab main teri Ritu ko chod raha hoon. Hisaab barabar ho gaya.”
Arjun’s face turned red with fury. “Hisaab?! Tu meri biwi ko chod raha hai aur bol raha hai hisaab barabar?! Nikal yahan se, warna main—”
“Arjun, ruko!” Ritu’s voice cut through the air. She sat up, pulling the torn pieces of her kurta over her chest. Her voice was shaky but firm. “Bas… ab bahut ho gaya.”
Sarla had followed Arjun into the room. She stood near the door, still naked, watching everything with calm, calculating eyes.
Ritu looked at him, her eyes filled with pain and anger. “Tum Sarla ko mere bed pe chod rahe the? Uska hisab kon dega?? Kitne din se chal raha hai yeh sab? Jab main office ki tension mein doob rahi thi, tab tum dono yahan ye gand macha rahe the?”
Arjun opened his mouth, but no words came out at first. Guilt and rage warred on his face.
Ramesh let out a low chuckle. “Saab, hum gareeb hain lekin chutiya nhin, mere biwi gair mard ke sath bistar per aur gair mard use ragad raha ho, to kya karna chahiye.
Tumne toh mera ghar barbaad kardiya”
Ramesh words are drilling inside Arjun’s head, as he knew how Sarla to things forward with him without hesitation.
She did not even stopped him for once neither she is is saying any word,even right now.
Arjun with his trembling voice toward’s, “Sarla, bolti kyun nhin kuch, kya main tumse koi zabardasti kari hai??”
Arjun jerked his arm away, but his eyes involuntarily flicked toward Ritu’s exposed body on the bed. The sight of her flushed skin, swollen lips, and the wetness between her thighs stirred something dark and unwanted inside him.
Ritu noticed it. Her voice turned bitter.
“Sarla kya bolegi, jo sach tha wo toh maine aate hi dekhliya tha, aur jo baaki kuch bacha hai woh toh tumhare lund ko ke uper Sarla ki chut ka paani dekh ke samjh aa hi raha hai”
Arjun never ever thought about the kind of vulgar language Ritu used. Those words were like melting lava in his ears, but his cock was telling a different story.
Arjun’s jaw clenched. He looked at Ramesh, then at Ritu, then back at Ramesh.
Sarla stepped closer to Arjun, her naked body brushing against his side. She whispered softly, “Saab… aapko bhi toh accha lagta tha na mere saath.”
Arjun’s breathing was heavy. His mind screamed at him to throw Ramesh out. But his body — still hard, still throbbing from the sight of Ritu’s well-fucked pussy and the memory of Sarla’s warmth — was betraying him.
He looked at Ritu. She met his gaze, her eyes full of challenge, pain, and something darker — the same unwanted heat he was feeling.
“Arjun…” Ritu said quietly, “Tumhe Sarla ke sath dekh maine sochliya tha ki tumhare sath is rishte ko ab nhin nibhayenge, lekin ab jaisa ramesh ne kaha pehle hisab barabar hoga ”
Ramesh smiled slowly. “Toh phir shuru kiya jaye?” said while looking into Arjun eyes while stroking his cock slowly.
Arjun stood silent for a long moment, fists clenched, cock still hard trying to plan his next action. His mind was at war with his body.
Finally, he took a shaky breath.
But everyone in the room glued their eyes on Arjun expecting his reaction but then Ritu made a move.
Ritu stood up slowly. Her torn kurta lay discarded in one corner, her bra in another. Her full breasts hung free, swaying with every step as she walked toward Ramesh. She stopped right in front of him, looked straight at Arjun, and said with quiet defiance:
“Is ki shuruaat toh tumne ki thi… lekin ise khatm main karungi.”
Without another word, she dropped to her knees, took Ramesh’s thick cock in her hand, and slid it into her mouth. She sucked him with shameless hunger, her head bobbing, lips stretched wide around his girth.
Ramesh groaned in pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and began fucking her mouth with deep, controlled strokes, his eyes locked on Arjun the entire time.
Arjun’s anger was still burning, but the sight of his wife on her knees, eagerly sucking another man’s cock, sent a dark, unwanted jolt of lust through him.
Sarla moved behind him. She pressed her naked body against his back, her hands sliding down. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began stroking him slowly.
“Saab… kyun door khade ho?” she whispered hotly in his ear. “Jab teri biwi uske saath mazaa le rahi hai, toh tu bhi le.”
Arjun’s resistance cracked. He grabbed Sarla, turned her around, and pushed her down. She dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth without hesitation, sucking him with practiced skill.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of two women sucking cock.
With half open eyes due to the assault being done by Sarla he saw Ritu and realized she had transformed into a different woman.
It was as if the woman who had entered this room earlier had disappeared. In her place was someone completely different — bold, hungry, almost possessed. The same Ritu who had once been reserved and proper with her husband was now on her knees before Ramesh like a woman starved for years.
She held his thick cock with both hands, her thumbs pressing on either side of the head, peeling back the foreskin completely. She swirled her tongue around the exposed tip, tasting him, before spitting a thick, shiny glob of saliva onto his shaft. She stroked him slowly, making his cock glisten, then took him deep into her mouth.
Ritu sucked him with shameless expertise — long, wet strokes, her head bobbing, her tongue working the underside while her hands stroked what her mouth couldn’t take. She even pushed forward until her nose pressed against his pelvis, taking almost his entire length down her throat.
Ramesh groaned loudly, genuinely surprised. He had not expected this level of hunger from her. The last time they were together, she had been hesitant. Today, she was devouring him like a woman who had been holding back for far too long.
“Fuck… Memsaab,” he muttered, staring down at her in awe. “Aaj toh bilkul alag ho tum…”
Ritu didn’t reply with words. She simply looked up at him with lust-filled eyes and sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her bouncing breasts. Thick strings of her spit mixed with his precum ran down her neck and onto her nipples.
She was completely lost in the act — sucking, licking, worshipping his cock with a hunger that shocked even Ramesh.
Meanwhile, Arjun was watching the entire scene while fucking Sarla. The sight of his proper, educated wife acting like a complete slut for another man’s cock was driving him wild. His thrusts into Sarla became harder, more aggressive, as if he was trying to match Ramesh’s intensity.
The room had turned into a battlefield of lust — two couples drown in lust side by side, moans and wet sounds echoing off the walls, boundaries completely shattered.
Arjun pulled Sarla up and threw her onto the bed.
He positioned her so that her head hung off the edge of the mattress. He stood over her and slid his cock back into her mouth, fucking her throat in long, deep strokes while leaning forward to bury his face between her thighs. He licked and sucked her pussy hungrily, his tongue thrusting inside her as Sarla moaned around his cock.
Ramesh did not wanted to left behind, he make her go on all four (doggy), Arjun looked with the eye corner and asked himself when did she liked this position this much. He said Ritu has changed.
She was on all fours in front of Ramesh. He had one of her legs pulled up high, folding her body as he slammed into her from behind with brutal force. He spanked her ass hard, the sharp sound echoing in the room. Ritu cried out, but pushed back against him, taking every inch.
Ramesh grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as he pounded her. He leaned over her, biting her shoulder and neck, his thick cock stretching her pussy with every powerful thrust.
“Le… teri chut ab meri ho gayi hai,” he growled.
Ritu’s moans grew louder, shameless. She was sucking Ramesh’s cock with wild hunger earlier, and now she was taking his rough fucking like she couldn’t get enough. Her body trembled with every deep stroke.
Arjun, while devouring Sarla’s pussy in 69, kept glancing at Ritu. The sight of his wife getting railed so hard by another man was driving him crazy with a toxic mix of jealousy and lust.
He flipped Sarla onto her back, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and thrust into her wet cunt in one smooth motion. He began fucking her hard, his eyes fixed on Ritu the entire time. Sarla moaned loudly, her heavy breasts bouncing as Arjun pounded her.
The two couples were now fucking side by side on the same bed — raw, animalistic, and completely lost in lust.
Ramesh was relentless with Ritu. He spanked her ass again and again, pulled her hair, and fucked her like he was claiming her completely. Ritu’s loud, broken moans filled the room as she came hard around his thick cock.
Arjun, watching his wife orgasm on another man’s cock, fucked Sarla even harder, as if trying to match Ramesh’s intensity.
Arjun, lost in lust, flipped Sarla onto her back, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and thrust into her wet pussy. He fucked her hard, his eyes occasionally flicking toward Ritu and Ramesh.
Ritu’s pussy was fighting a losing battle. Ramesh was relentless, slamming into her with deep, punishing strokes that left her gasping for air. Her body was trembling, exhausted, but she refused to surrender completely. Every powerful thrust made her cry out, her voice hoarse and broken.
Ramesh, however, showed no sign of slowing down. He grabbed her ass, pulled her hips back toward him, and fucked her even harder, as if determined to break her completely.
Arjun had finally pulled out of Sarla after his intense orgasm. Sarla slid to the corner of the bed, breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. Arjun, still on his knees, leaned forward slightly, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched his wife.
Ritu lay on the bed in a completely vulnerable, folded position — her knees pushed up toward her chest, her body curled, mouth slightly open as she panted heavily. She looked like she had just run a marathon. Sweat glistened on her skin, her hair was a mess, and her pussy was swollen and dripping from Ramesh’s relentless assault.
Ramesh finally slowed down. He reached for a bottle of cold water on the side table, took a long swig, and then casually tossed the bottle toward Arjun with a smirk. Arjun caught it instinctively.
Ramesh wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave Arjun a wink, as if this was his house, his rules, and they were all simply guests in his game.
“Paani pi lo, Saab, Thakk gye hoge” he said casually, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Ritu lay there, chest heaving, eyes half-closed in exhaustion and lingering pleasure. The contrast was stark — Arjun and Sarla had reached their peak, while Ramesh was still very much in control, treating the situation like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Ramesh’s words landed like a direct challenge to Arjun’s manhood.
“Ritu ji… tayyar ho?” he asked with a dark smirk, rubbing the thick head of his cock against her swollen, dripping pussy.
Before she could even respond, he slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Ritu’s eyes flew open. A sharp, broken scream tore from her throat as her sore, overstimulated pussy was suddenly stretched wide again. The force of the thrust made her entire body jolt forward.
The moment her mouth opened in that cry, Arjun moved.
His cock — rock hard again after watching his wife get fucked so mercilessly — was pushed straight into her open mouth. Ritu’s eyes widened in shock as her husband grabbed a fistful of her hair and began fucking her face with urgent, deep strokes.
Arjun was no longer holding back. He thrust into her mouth like a man possessed, his balls slapping against her chin as he used her throat.
Ramesh, seeing this, let out a low, satisfied growl. The sight of Arjun joining in — his wife now being used from both ends — sent a fresh wave of raw lust through him. He gripped Ritu’s breasts hard, using them as handles, and began pounding her pussy with renewed, animalistic force.
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of Ritu being fucked from both ends. Her muffled moans vibrated around Arjun’s cock as Ramesh slammed into her soaked cunt again and again. Ramesh leaned forward, his powerful body covering hers, biting and sucking on her breasts while he fucked her without mercy.
Arjun looked down at his wife — her eyes watering, mouth full of his cock, pussy being destroyed by another man — and felt a toxic, overwhelming mix of jealousy, rage, and the darkest arousal he had ever known.
Ramesh looked up at Arjun, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he continued to thrust deep into Ritu.
Ritu could only moan helplessly around Arjun’s cock as the two men used her body together, completely lost in the heat of the moment.
The double pounding was merciless.
Ramesh and Arjun were fucking Ritu like they wanted to break her. Ramesh slammed into her pussy with deep, world-shattering thrusts, his thick cock stretching her completely with every brutal stroke. At the same time, Arjun fucked her mouth with raw urgency, his cock sliding deep into her throat.
Ritu’s body was caught in the storm. A powerful, overwhelming pressure built in her lower abdomen — a feeling so intense it bordered on pain. Her pussy twitched violently around Ramesh’s cock, and her teeth accidentally grazed Arjun’s shaft as her body shuddered uncontrollably.
Both men took it as a challenge.
They fucked her even harder — faster, deeper, more savage. Ramesh gripped her hips and pounded her soaked cunt like a machine. Arjun held her head firmly and thrust into her throat with piston-like strokes. The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping flesh and Ritu’s muffled, desperate moans.
Five minutes of this relentless, double assault was more than enough.
Ritu’s body suddenly convulsed violently. Her pussy clenched hard around Ramesh’s cock as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body shook and squirmed like she was having a seizure, her legs trembling uncontrollably.
That was all it took.
Ramesh buried himself to the hilt inside her and came with a deep, guttural groan. Thick, hot ropes of his cum flooded her tight pussy, filling her completely. At the same moment, Arjun pushed deep into her throat and exploded. His cock spasmed as he shot heavy spurts of cum straight down her throat.
Ritu had no choice. She was forced to swallow every drop of her husband’s cum, her throat working desperately around his pulsing cock. It was something she had never liked — never enjoyed — but in that moment, she had no option.
Her body continued to tremble between them, caught in the overwhelming aftershocks of her own powerful orgasm, as both men emptied themselves inside her from both ends.
The three of them stayed locked together for a long moment — breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of raw sex.
Chapter 8: Fractured Peace
“Sahab, seva ka mauka fir se dena,” Ramesh said with a satisfied smirk as he stood at the door with Sarla.
Sarla gave a small, knowing smile before both of them stepped out. The door clicked shut behind them.
Arjun stood alone in the silent apartment. The quiet was deafening. It pressed down on him like a physical weight, suffocating him from the inside. For a long moment, he simply stared at the closed door, his mind struggling to process everything that had just happened.
He walked slowly toward the guest room.
Ritu lay on the bed, completely spent. Her naked body glistened under the dim light — sweat, cum, and exhaustion marking her skin. Thick white streaks of semen glistened between her thighs, slowly dripping down. More cum stained her cheeks and chin, her lips still slightly swollen and wet. Her chest rose and fell with slow, tired breaths. Even in this wrecked state, the curves of her body were mesmerizing… and heartbreaking.
Arjun felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He picked up a clean sheet from the side and gently covered her naked form. Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there for a long moment. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with tears.
What have I done?
How did it come to this?
Why…?
The questions burned inside him. A fresh wave of anger surged through his veins — anger at Ramesh, at Sarla, at himself. He wanted to scream, to break something, to tear the entire room apart.
But he stopped himself.
Any rash action now could destroy everything. Their home. Their reputation. Their future.
He took a deep, shaky breath.
I will not let this go easily, he thought, his jaw tightening. Whatever this is… it ends on my terms.
With that resolve, Arjun slipped under the sheet and pulled Ritu into his arms. He held her close, her tired body fitting against his as it always had. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks as he buried his face in her hair.
In the heavy silence of the apartment, husband and wife lay together — broken, exhausted, and forever changed.
Late at night, long after the rest of the building had fallen silent, Ramesh and Sarla were alone in their small, dimly lit room.
They were both completely naked. Ramesh sat leaning against the headboard, a glass of cheap whiskey in one hand. Sarla straddled his lap, her heavy breasts pressed against his chest as she slowly rubbed herself against his hardening cock. With his free hand, Ramesh lazily played with her dark nipple, rolling and pinching it between his thick fingers.
“Arjun ke lode ke bade maze le rahi thi tu,” Ramesh said with a smirk, taking a sip from the glass before offering it to Sarla.
Sarla took a small sip and smiled. “Tumne kon si Ritu ko choda nahi?”
The camera in front of them was live, its red light blinking steadily. On the laptop beside it, comments and token notifications from their online fans scrolled rapidly.
“Arey ye dekho,” Ramesh said, pointing at the screen. “RiderArjun02 kehta hai — ‘Bhabhi ki chuchiyon pe zara thappad maar, thode maze dilaa.’ Aur 30 token bhi diye hain isne.”
Sarla laughed softly. “Ab toh iski khwahish puri karni hogi.”
Ramesh pinched her nipple hard, then lifted her left breast and delivered several sharp, tight slaps. Sarla gasped in pain and pleasure, her body jerking.
“Aaahhh… ye saare Arjun mere boobs ke peeche kyun pade hain?” she moaned, half laughing.
After 4–5 firm slaps on each breast, Ramesh typed a quick reply on the laptop: Thank you RiderArjun02.
They waited for the next big token tip. Ramesh took another sip and leaned back.
“Humara plan kaamyab raha,” he said with satisfaction.
Sarla nodded, grinding slowly against him. “Haan. Ek pal toh main dar gayi thi kahin Arjun tumpe haath na utha de.”
Ramesh chuckled. “Woh shehri babu kya karega? Mera usse zyada azan ka samaan factory mein yunhi utha deta hoon.”
Sarla laughed, then grew serious for a moment. “Ab aage ka kya plan hai?”
Ramesh looked at her, his hand still playing with her breast. “Jahan tak mera andaza hai, is samay dono ke beech ek daraar aa chuki hai rishte mein. Aur ab humein isi daraar ka fayda utha ke unhe humare is film ka hissa banana hai.”
He pointed toward the camera. “Fir dekhna Sarla darling, screen pe token ki baarish hogi aur bank account mein sikke ki.”
Sarla smiled, kissing his neck. “Haan… yahan camera pe unke kapde utrenge aur wahan unka ghar humara ho jayega.”
She paused, then added softly, “Pichhle do saal se bas 50-60 hazar hi kama aa rahe hain is cam se.”
Ramesh nodded. “Haan yaar, main bhi pak gaya hoon in sikko se. Shuruwati dino mein toh humne is app se 20 lakh bana liye the.”
“Usi se toh tumne apna karza chukaya tha,” Sarla said.
“Haan jaan. Lekin uske baad jo bhi humne kamaya, woh mere alag-alag business ke loss ne kha liya.”
Sarla looked at him tenderly and kissed him deeply. “Koi kuch bhi kahe, lekin main har pal tumhare saath hoon. Chahe kaisa bhi samay ho.”
Ramesh smiled and pulled her closer. “Aur log kehte hain bhag ke shaadi karne walon ki hadi kabhi kaamyab nahi hoti.”
Their past was full of darkness and sharp turns — a long story neither of them liked to revisit often.
Suddenly, a notification sound chimed.
“100 tokens for blowjob,” Ramesh read aloud. “Fans ko khush karne ka time aa gaya.”
Before he could finish the sentence, Sarla had already slid down between his legs. She took his thick cock into her mouth in one smooth motion, swallowing him deep as the camera continued to roll.