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Sunday morning. In the pleasant, cool breeze of Bangalore, soft sunlight was filtering in through the bedroom window.

Vicky, who had been sleeping in the hall, woke up. Memories of the wild carnival of lust from the previous night heated up his nerves first thing in the morning. With his manhood throbbing at full erection (morning wood), he got up silently and walked into the bedroom.

There on the bed, Sandhya and Kathir were fast asleep in a side-lying position, facing each other.

Without making a sound, Vicky slowly climbed onto the bed. Lying pressed against Sandhya from behind, he brought his chest against her back and hugged her tightly in a spooning position.

At that moment, both of Kathir's legs were tangled between Sandhya's legs, while Sandhya had her right leg dbangd and locked over Kathir's thighs. Vicky kept his legs pressed only against Sandhya's lower leg. Because of this, Sandhya's body and legs acted as a soft barrier between the two men so they didn't touch each other even slightly; there was no chance for Kathir's legs and Vicky's legs to brush against each other.

Vicky's erect cock rubbed warmly between the cleft of Sandhya's buttocks. At the same time, the cock of Kathir lying in front was pressing against Sandhya's lower abdomen.

Because Sandhya's right thigh was lifted over Kathir, the entrance to her womanhood was open at a convenient angle for Vicky from behind. Without any rush, Vicky slid his cock through her back cleft, very slowly and deeply into her wet pussy.

At that soothing touch, Sandhya shivered slightly in her sleep-daze and woke up. Realizing what was happening behind her, a sly smile bloomed on her lips. Without even opening her eyes, she turned her face toward Kathir in front of her and began kissing his lips deeply.

At Sandhya's kiss, Kathir slowly opened his eyes too.

While Vicky's hips moved up and down in a steady rhythm from behind, in front, Sandhya was frantically tasting Kathir's lips. At the same time, one of Sandhya's hands slowly moved down, grabbed Kathir's erect iron cock that was poking against her lower stomach, and began stroking it rhythmically (giving him a handjob) in sync with Vicky's thrusts.

This was not the rough game of the previous night. This was a lazy, sensual morning indulgence woven with love and lust.

For Vicky, fucking his wife from behind while listening to her kissing another man deeply pushed his lustful frenzy to its peak. For Kathir, receiving the nectar of Sandhya's lips while her soft hand worked his manhood gave him a whole new intoxication.

As Kathir moaned in pleasure, "Bhanu... ssss... aaah...", Vicky slightly increased his speed while kissing the nape of Sandhya's neck and her shoulders.

In that quiet morning hour, only the sounds of their kisses and the gentle creaking of the bed could be heard. Still lying down, intertwined with one another, the three of them were turning that lazy Sunday into a grand celebration of lust.

As Vicky's rhythm picked up speed, Kathir drenched Sandhya's neck with kisses. As Vicky's cock touched her depths, Sandhya hugged Kathir's chest tightly and reached her first climax, her body convulsing.

Within the next few seconds, with a deep groan, Vicky too squirted his hot semen completely into the depths of her pussy.

At the exact second Vicky climaxed, Sandhya suddenly slowed down the speed of her hand and pulled it away from Kathir's cock, deftly stopping him right before he could climax (edging). Brought right to the brink of release, Kathir suppressed his lustful yearning and let out a longing sigh.

Vicky slowly pulled his cock out of her, scooted back slightly, and lay on his side on the same bed to catch his breath.

Now, Sandhya slowly rolled her body over to the other side, turning to face Vicky directly. Lovingly burying her face in Vicky's chest and hugging him tightly, she lifted her upper left leg and dbangd it over Vicky's waist.

By turning over, Sandhya's arched back and plump buttocks were now facing Kathir. Understanding Sandhya's silent invitation, Kathir immediately moved in close behind her. Pressing his broad chest against her bare back, he wrapped his arm around her waist and lay pressed against her from behind (spooning).

Because one of Sandhya's legs was hitched over Vicky's hip, her womanhood was spread open at just the right angle for Kathir. Into Sandhya's wet pussy—which was already brimming, slick, and overflowing with Vicky's hot cum—Kathir slid his erect iron shaft effortlessly, very slowly and soothingly all the way to the deepest base.

"Aaah... Kathir... mmm..." keeping her face buried in Vicky's chest, Sandhya moaned blissfully.

In that natural lubrication provided by her husband's semen, her lover's thick cock glided inside her very smoothly and deeply without any resistance.

Moving his hips unhurriedly from behind, Kathir began fucking her deeply in the spooning position. Every firm thrust of his churned Vicky's semen inside her, creating wet *"Schluck... plop..."* sounds. Intoxicated by that pleasure, Sandhya cupped the face of her husband Vicky in front of her and began capturing and tasting his lips with love.

Affectionately stroking his wife's hair and cheeks, Vicky felt the vibrations on his own body caused by another man's manhood moving inside her alongside his own seed. Spurred on by that perverse intoxication and thrill, he too tasted Sandhya's lips fiercely, matching her kiss.

As time went on, Kathir's hip movements picked up speed from their steady rhythm. While one of his hands squeezed and kneaded Sandhya's breast, his other hand pressed her waist tightly against himself. Kissing the curve of Sandhya's nape and her earlobes with his hot lips as he neared the pinnacle of lust, Kathir hugged her body tightly against his own.

With those deep thrusts from Kathir, Sandhya's body trembled once again as she hit her second climax. The very next second after her pussy walls clamped down and milked Kathir's cock, groaning in a daze, "Bhanu... aaah...", Kathir squirted his hot, thick semen completely into her depths, which were already filled with Vicky's seed.

The semen of both men mixed together inside her pussy and began trickling down between her thighs.

In the pleasant chill of that morning, completely filled with the love and lust of two men, Sandhya, with a profound sense of peace, held both her husband in front and her lover behind close to her as she slowly came down from the peak of ecstasy.

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Nobody got up right away. Lying flat on their backs, the three of them steadied their breathing and rested quietly. Sandhya lay in the middle, with Vicky and Kathir lying on either side of her.

Breaking that silence, Kathir started speaking. "Bhanu... why don't you stay here tonight too, and leave tomorrow morning?" he asked with a sense of longing.

Sandhya turned and looked at Vicky as if to ask what they should do.

Without any hesitation, Vicky said, "Up to you."

Immediately, Sandhya looked at Kathir and said, "Okay, Kathir. But we'll leave very early tomorrow morning." Kathir agreed to that with immense happiness.

Then, saying, "Kathir, open the grocery app on your phone," she ordered milk and the items needed for breakfast.

Since it would take a little while for the delivery to arrive, still lying on her back, Sandhya reached both hands down between the thighs of the two men. Very gently and lovingly, she caressed the cocks and balls of Vicky and Kathir, which had quenched her lust and were now resting softly. Closing their eyes, both men savored her soothing touch.

Getting up slowly after a while, Sandhya went to the bathroom, took a bath, and came out wearing a nighty. Since the delivery had arrived while she was bathing, Kathir had tied a dhoti, gone to collect the ordered items, and kept them in the kitchen. Going straight into the kitchen, Sandhya brewed aromatic coffee, brought it out, gave it to both of them, and drank hers as well.

After finishing their coffee, Vicky and Kathir went to take their baths one after the other.

By the time they came out feeling refreshed after their baths, the aroma of piping hot upma fragrant with ghee and the mouthwatering smell of coconut chutney tempered with mustard seeds had wafted from the kitchen and filled the entire house. Sandhya had prepared and kept both ready.

Seeing that, Vicky told Kathir, "Kathir, don't get scared hearing it's upma. She makes upma really well."

Hearing that, Kathir chuckled softly.

Serving it onto the plates, Sandhya spoke. "People who say they don't like upma have probably never eaten a truly tasty upma even once in their lives, Kathir. That's why they say they hate upma altogether. As far as I'm concerned, there are only two categories of people in this world... One, those who have eaten good, tasty upma. Two, those who haven't eaten good, tasty upma."

Hearing her deliver such a serious philosophy over upma, Kathir burst into loud laughter.

Then the three of them relished that delicious upma together. While eating, Kathir said, "Bhanu, don't cook anything for lunch. Let's order some good biryani from outside." Smiling, Sandhya agreed.

Once they finished eating, the heavy exhaustion from the continuous erotic games of last night and this morning began to weigh down on all three of their bodies. Lying down side by side once again on the large mattress spread out in the hall, all three drifted off into a deep, motionless sleep.

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Waking up well-rested in the afternoon, the three of them ordered piping hot biryani online and ate their fill. Throughout the meal, Kathir's entire attention remained fixed on Sandhya. Every now and then, he kept jotting down the words that came to his mind about her as a poem on his mobile phone.

After finishing the biryani, the three of them leaned back on the mattress in the hall and started watching TV. In the quiet of that Sunday afternoon, lust slowly began to rear its head among them once again.

Rolling her nighty up to her waist, Sandhya sat astride both men turn by turn, quenching her lustful cravings in the cowgirl position. Every so often, Vicky and Kathir took control into their own hands, turning her into positions convenient for them and fucking her deeply. The entire day passed blissfully in the grip of passion without any interruption.

As evening fell, since they had to leave early Monday morning, Sandhya gathered the spare clothes and other items she had brought along, packed them carefully, and kept her bag ready.

Later, they ordered dinner and ate together. Once dinner was over, Vicky, whose body was completely worn out from the intense erotic games of the past two days, slipped into a deep sleep as usual right on the mattress in the hall.

Dbanging a blanket over him, Sandhya and Kathir walked into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Sandhya had Kathir sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Climbing onto his lap and wrapping her legs around his waist, she faced him directly and united with him completely in the 'Lotus' position.

Without any rush, holding each other in a tight embrace and sharing each other's breath, both reached their climax together at the end of that deep, meditative union.

Once the waves of passion subsided, Sandhya lay flat on her back, while Kathir buried his face against her soft chest and lay relaxed. Listening to her heartbeat, in a soft, choked voice, he began reciting the poem he had sculpted for her throughout the day:

> *"Along with the iron that sculpts my body,*
> *my heart too had turned to iron—*
> *until you melted it with your lips!*
> *You came to read the rotation of my planets...*
> *yet you made my entire world revolve around you!*
> *O Mrita Sanjeevani, who breathed life back*
> *into my desires and soul that lay shrunken inside a shell...*
> *Like the bright sun (Bhanu), you burned away my darkness,*
> *and like the cool moon (Mathi), you soothed my soul...*
> *My Bhanumathi!"*

By the time he finished reciting the poem, Kathir's eyes had welled up with tears. A warm teardrop of his fell onto Sandhya's chest.

An indescribable emotion stirred within Sandhya. Even though her real name was 'Sandhya', the meaning he gave to the name 'Bhanumathi'—which she had taken on just for him—touched her heart deeply.

She hugged Kathir's head even tighter against her chest. Planting a deep kiss on the crown of his head, she whispered, "It's a very beautiful poem, Kathir... I will never forget this."

In the quiet of that night, Kathir closed his eyes peacefully against his angel's chest. Holding him in her embrace, Sandhya too drifted into a deep sleep in the warmth of his pure love.