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The moment the sound of Sandhya going into the bathroom and closing the door was heard, an awkward silence enveloped the hall.

The storm of lust that had ruled the room until a moment ago had somewhat subsided, leaving only Vicky and Kathir standing there completely naked. Both felt a kind of shyness and hesitation to look each other straight in the eye.

Kathir slowly picked up his white dhoti lying on the floor, stood up, and wrapped it around his waist. Vicky also got up from the sofa, picked up his dhoti from the floor, and tied it around his waist. Even inside the dhoti, his cock stood unyielding, pitching a tent.

Both stood in just their dhotis without a shirt or vest. Not knowing what to say about the deep, romantic intercourse that had just taken place a moment ago, both picked up their mobile phones.

To break that awkward silence, Vicky cleared his throat and said, "Kathir... what shall we order for dinner? I'll place the order on my phone itself."

Kathir immediately smiled faintly and said, "No need for all that, Vicky. Both of you are my guests. You have come to my house. I will be the one to order."

Vicky's masculine ego was slightly bruised. "No Kathir, it's alright... I'll order today. Tell me what you want," he said, opening a food delivery app on his phone.

But Kathir stubbornly refused. "No... no, Vicky. Please... it wouldn't look good at all if I invite you to my house and let you pay the bill. I know what Bhanu likes, I'll order it myself. Put your phone away," he said with a sense of familiarity.

Even though the casual way Kathir said 'I know what Bhanu likes' stung Vicky inside, when it came to hospitality, he couldn't refuse Kathir's persistence. With a sigh, Vicky turned off his phone and said, "Alright, Kathir... as you wish." Kathir finished ordering dinner for the three of them on his mobile. "It will take at least 35 minutes for the food to arrive," Kathir said.

At that exact moment, the bathroom door opened. Sandhya stepped out again in the exact same state of complete nudity.

Seeing her, Vicky looked at her yearningly in a lustful daze. Understanding his desperation, Sandhya raised her eyebrows and asked 'What?' with her eyes alone.

Vicky untied the dhoti from his waist, let it slip down, and walked slowly towards her. Embracing her very gently against his chest, he planted a deep kiss on her lips. Then, leading her to the mattress, he made her kneel on it, bent her over in doggy style, and got ready.

As Kathir sat at the front part of the mattress watching eagerly, Vicky knelt behind Sandhya's plump buttocks. Although he started calmly, the sight of Kathir enjoying his wife just a moment ago was burning like fire inside Vicky's brain. Gathering all that rage, jealousy, and the frenzy to bring his wife back under his dominance, he plunged his iron-like cock deep into her wet pussy in a single thrust!

"Aaaah... Amma...!" Sandhya screamed at that unexpected, rough attack.

Once inside, Vicky's 'wild' (Asaivam) frenzy was completely unleashed. Gripping her waist tightly with both hands, as if unloading all the frustrations in his mind, he began to pound at a monstrous speed. The *smack... smack... smack...* sound of his thighs slapping against Sandhya's buttocks echoed throughout the hall. With every thrust, Sandhya's body was pushed forward; her bare breasts and thali chain swung rapidly.

Unable to bear Vicky's rough assault, Sandhya reached her arms out towards Kathir, who was sitting on the mattress in front of her.

Kathir immediately untied his dhoti, moved directly in front of Sandhya's face, sat down, and supported her in his arms.

Right there, that extraordinary scene unfolded!

While Vicky was brutally fucking her with all his might from behind, in the front, Sandhya wrapped her arms tightly around Kathir's neck and captured his lips with hers. With every rough thrust from Vicky, Sandhya's lips pressed even deeper into Kathir's.

Cupping her cheeks in his hands, Kathir kissed her forehead, eyes, and lips very gently, giving her his 'gentle' (Saivam) love. He softly caressed her swinging breasts with his palms.

True to the lyric about delicate womanhood unable to bear heavy burdens alone, Kathir's gentle embrace cushioned and supported Vicky's rough weight. In that ultimate fantasy of a storm (Vicky) and a breeze (Kathir) striking her simultaneously, Sandhya touched the gates of paradise.

The 10 mg Tadalafil pill Vicky had taken gave him monstrous stamina. Without faltering or tiring even a bit, his cock kept drilling into the depths of her pussy.

In that assault, Sandhya reached her first climax by the tenth minute itself. Biting Kathir's lip, she climaxed with a trembling body, moaning, "Mmmm... aaah..."

But Vicky didn't stop! Feeling her pussy walls contracting and gripping his cock tightly, he increased his speed even more frantically. Drops of sweat from his forehead dripped onto Sandhya's back.

In that relentless assault that lasted continuously for over twenty minutes, combined with Kathir's non-stop kisses, Sandhya was pushed to the edge of climax once again. Burying her face in Kathir's chest, screaming, "Vicky... aaaah... I can't take it anymore, da... enough, da...", she reached her second orgasm, squirting and throbbing before subsiding.

At that exact second... *Ding... Dong...* the house doorbell rang! The food delivery had arrived!

The very second he heard the bell, Vicky's control, which he had held back all this time, snapped. Roaring, "Aaaah... ahh...!", he delivered two final, powerful thrusts and squirted his hot, thick semen completely into the depths of her pussy.

Panting heavily, his body drenched in sweat, Vicky slumped backward, while Sandhya collapsed limply onto Kathir's lap. The doorbell rang once again at the entrance.

Kathir gently laid Sandhya down on the mattress, got up, tied his dhoti, and went to the front door. Opening the door just enough so the inside of the house wasn't visible from outside, he collected the food parcel. Vicky lay flat on his back on the mattress, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied sigh of having proven his manhood.

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Once the food arrived, all three freshened up and relaxed. Sandhya put on a thin, soft cotton nighty she had brought along. She wore neither a bra nor panties underneath. Vicky and Kathir remained shirtless, wearing only their dhotis.

Sitting right on that large mattress spread out in the hall, the three of them quietly ate their dinner while watching a movie on the TV. After finishing their meal, all three leaned back and lay down on the same mattress. Sandhya lay flat on her back in the middle, with Kathir lying on her left and Vicky on her right.

Vicky's eyes began to droop. Fueled by the potency of the pill, that rough doggy-style intercourse into which he had poured all his strength had drained every ounce of energy from his body. He started snoring lightly.

Sandhya turned towards Vicky and gently tapped him awake. "Vicky... do you want to go inside to the bedroom and sleep? Won't it be uncomfortable here?" she asked.

In a half-asleep daze, Vicky mumbled, "No... I'm comfortable right here. I'll sleep here..." and turning to the other side, he slipped back into a deep sleep.

The movie playing on the TV was nearing its end. Sandhya slowly turned to her left. Kathir was looking right at her. Their eyes met, and they exchanged a deep, silent smile.

In a very soft, whispered voice, Sandhya asked, "Shall we go to the bedroom, Kathir?"

Kathir nodded immediately.

Sandhya got up and turned off the TV. Then, she went inside, brought out a cozy blanket, and dbangd it over Vicky, who was in a deep sleep.

She stood up straight and looked at Kathir. There was an intoxicating yearning in her eyes. Stretching both her arms out towards Kathir, she asked affectionately, "Will you carry me?"

Kathir's heart thrilled. Approaching her, he lifted her effortlessly in both his arms, as if carrying an angel. Sandhya wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and leaned against his chest. In that quiet midnight hour, carrying her in his arms, Kathir entered the bedroom and laid her down very gently on the bed there.

In the glow of the zero-watt night bulb in the bedroom, Sandhya's face looked radiant.

Kathir climbed onto the bed beside her. This was not a rough game; this was epic love. He slowly slipped her nighty off. He let his body hover over her bare frame.

Embracing each other, they kissed very deeply. With his lips, Kathir worshipped every inch of her—her neck, breasts, and stomach. Sandhya melted completely in his touch.

Without any rush, Kathir entered her. It was a very gentle, soulful missionary intercourse. Every movement was filled solely with love and tenderness. With his every thrust, Sandhya caressed his face and kissed his lips. To the angel who had cured his twenty-year yearning for lust and his inadequacy, Kathir was dedicating his entire body in gratitude.

At the end of that long, tender lovemaking, both reached their climax simultaneously with a soft moan.

As the exhaustion of passion settled in, Kathir buried his face in Sandhya's chest. Sandhya wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. In the quiet of that room, still locked in each other's embrace, both slipped into a deep, peaceful slumber.

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It was past midnight. The clock showed two in the morning.

In the hall, Vicky, who had been in a deep sleep on the mattress, woke up needing to urinate. Pushing the blanket aside in a sleep-daze and sitting up, he noticed that Sandhya wasn't beside him.

Getting up slowly, he went to the bathroom, relieved himself, and came back out. On his way back to the hall, he noticed that the bedroom door was slightly ajar. The dim glow of the zero-watt bulb burning inside was seeping out through the crack.

Vicky's feet involuntarily walked toward that door. Through the slight gap, he peeked inside.

The sight he saw there made his heart stop beating for a second!

On the bed, Sandhya and Kathir lay without a single thread of clothing on their bodies, fast asleep in a tight embrace. Kathir's face was buried against Sandhya's bare chest, right over her thali chain; one of Sandhya's legs was dbangd possessively over Kathir's waist; her arms were wrapped supportively around his back. A deep peace and contentment were spread across her face.

Seeing that sight, shockwaves ran through Vicky's entire body as if a thousand-volt electric current had passed through him!

Until a short while ago, while under the potency of the pill and the intoxication of lust, he had been able to watch Kathir fucking his wife with a perverse thrill. Because then, it had seemed to him like nothing more than a physical game of lust.

But now... in the silence of past midnight, when the lust in his body had completely drained away, seeing his wife curled up and sleeping so intimately in another man's arms like a lover, like a wife, shook his very soul!

'She is my wife... she should be sleeping like this only on my chest! What have I done? Because of my mistake, I have ruined my life like this with my own hands!' his mind screamed silently.

More than the sex, the intimacy and warmth visible between the two of them pierced and tore Vicky's chest like a spear. His throat choked up; his eyes pooled with tears.

Without the strength to stand there for even a second longer, staggering like a walking corpse, he returned to the hall. On the very same mattress where the three of them had indulged in a carnival of lust just hours ago, he now curled up all alone.

Pulling the blanket over his head, Vicky couldn't control his grief. Biting his lips hard so the sound wouldn't carry outside, his body shaking, he began to sob uncontrollably.

Whatever pain Sandhya must have felt inside when he had hugged Divya back in Trichy, Vicky experienced today many times more brutally as an ego-shattering trauma. With tears soaking the pillow, crying in the agony of that loneliness, he eventually cried himself back to sleep.