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Bheem looked at the others and whispered so softly that only they could hear:
“First round. Tomato sauce. On the wrist.”
No names were spoken. He simply made a small hand gesture toward Ustad. Ustad understood immediately and stepped forward without a word.
Raju picked up the black blindfold and tied it carefully around Ustad’s eyes. He leaned in close and whispered,
“Can you see anything?”
Ustad shook his head once.
“Nothing.”
Bheem picked up a small spoon and scooped a thick, glossy dollop of cold tomato sauce. He took Monica’s left hand, his fingers wrapping firmly around her wrist as he turned it upward. The moment the cold, sticky sauce touched her warm skin, a violent shiver tore through her entire body. She felt the thick, wet texture cling to her, a slow, heavy drop already sliding down the sensitive skin of her inner wrist, leaving a glistening trail behind.
Her stomach clenched hard. Her thighs pressed together on their own.
Ustad leaned in.
The first thing Monica felt was the scorching heat of his breath — thick, humid, and heavy — ghosting over the delicate skin of her neck. It sent a wave of goosebumps exploding across her body. He moved lower, sniffing slowly, his warm exhale brushing over her collarbone, then down her arm like liquid fire.
Bheem leaned in close, his voice a dark whisper only Monica could hear:
“He’s right there…”
Ustad’s face hovered just above her wrist now. Monica could feel the wet heat radiating from his mouth before he even touched her. Then came the first slow, deliberate drag of his tongue — hot, wet, and rough — sliding across her skin as he searched. The shocking contrast between the cold, sticky tomato sauce and his burning tongue made her back arch slightly off the table. A broken, shaky gasp tore from her throat.
He didn’t stop.
Ustad continued with agonizing slowness, his tongue moving in small, searching circles, licking and tasting, the wet, slick sounds barely audible in the tense silence. Monica could feel every single movement — the slick heat of his tongue, the slight suction, the way he paused to sniff again before dragging his tongue once more. Her wrist burned. A deep, throbbing pulse began between her legs, hot and insistent, spreading outward with every slow lick.
Her fingers curled tightly. Her breathing had turned ragged. She could smell the sharp, tangy scent of tomato sauce mixed with the musky warmth of Ustad’s breath and skin. It was overwhelming. Her body felt like it was on fire.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ustad found the last trace of sauce and licked it clean in one long, slow, thorough stroke. His tongue dragged across her sensitive skin one final time before he pulled back.
Ustad removed the blindfold.
Raju turned to Rakesh and asked in a normal voice,
“Rakesh bhai… who was it?”
Rakesh guessed after a pause.
“…Raju?”
Raju shook his head.
“Wrong.”
Monica turned her head, voice soft, shaky, and breathless.
“Can he try again…? Please… it’s the first round.”
Bheem looked down at her. His eyes were dark. After a long moment, he gave a single nod.
“Only because it’s the first round. Last chance.”
Rakesh focused harder. The silence stretched painfully. Finally, he spoke.
“…Ustad?”
Ustad gave a small smile.
“Correct.”
Sonu quietly marked the board.
Monica let out a long, trembling breath. Her wrist still burned from the sensation of Ustad’s tongue. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending screaming. A deep, pulsing heat throbbed between her thighs — raw, undeniable, and impossible to ignore.
Bheem gently wiped her wrist with a tissue and asked, voice low and rough,
“Ready for the next one?”
Monica nodded slowly, eyes slightly glassy.
“Yeah…” she whispered

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After Round 1 ended, the room stayed quiet for a few seconds. Monica lay on the table, her breathing slightly uneven.
Bheem looked at the others and spoke in a very low voice.
“Second round. Raju will go this time.”




Raju nodded and stepped forward. He tied the black blindfold around his own eyes and sat quietly on the chair

Once Raju was blindfolded, Bheem turned to Monica and whispered,
“Honey this round. On the upper thigh… right below the hem of her dress?”
Monica looked at him for a moment,
“Honey? Okay fine!! ”
" Or do you want something else?"
" No honey is fine Bheem" Monica smiled

Bheem picked up the small bowl of thick, golden honey. He moved to Monica’s right side and slowly lifted the hem of her tiny red dress just enough to expose the smooth skin of her upper thigh. He carefully let the thick honey drip slowly onto her skin, right below the hem. The golden liquid spread slowly, glistening under the light.
Monica felt the cool, sticky sensation and let out a soft breath. Her thigh muscles tightened slightly.
Raju stood up and moved toward the table. He had no idea where the honey was placed. He started searching from the top — completely at random.
He leaned forward near Monica’s neck first, sniffing slowly. His warm breath brushed against her sensitive skin as he moved downward. He took his time, completely unaware that the honey was actually on her upper thigh.
Bheem leaned close to Monica and whispered very softly,
“you are far… keep going slow.”
Raju continued downward, sniffing along her arm, then across her stomach area. His warm breath was now brushing against her lower stomach. Monica’s breathing had already started to quicken.
Finally, after several long seconds, Raju’s nose brushed against her upper thigh. He paused, sniffing carefully. Then came the first slow, wet drag of his tongue.
“Schlurrrp…”
The thick, sticky sound of his tongue sliding through the honey filled the quiet room. Monica’s body jolted. Raju didn’t rush. He licked slowly, thoroughly, the wet, obscene sounds echoing softly.
“Mmm… schlurrrp… lick… schlurrrp…”
Monica bit her lower lip hard. The combination of the sticky honey and the wet, filthy sounds of Raju’s tongue moving across her sensitive thigh was making her body burn.
Sonu leaned in close and whispered, clearly amused,
“He’s really taking his time…”
Ustad whispered back, barely audible,
“Fuck… listen to those sounds.”
Raju kept licking slowly, dragging his tongue across her thigh in long, sensual strokes. The wet, slick noises grew louder and more lewd with every passing second.
“Schlurrrp… mmm… lick… schlurrrp… lick…”
Monica’s breathing had turned ragged. Her thighs trembled slightly. The obscene licking sounds mixed with the feeling of Raju’s hot tongue were driving her crazy. She finally let out a frustrated but playful whisper:
“Shit… he is licking me all over…”
Bheem heard her and smiled. He leaned in close and whispered back,
“He is enjoying…why?”
Monica muttered "You...you are licking off single drop"
Raju ..stopped ...smiled in the most pervert manner and again buried his face into her thighs ...
Raju continued for a long time, completely lost in the task. He licked slowly, thoroughly, the wet, sticky sounds continuing for what felt like forever.
“Schlurrrp… mmm… lick… schlurrrp…”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Raju licked the last trace of honey clean with one long, slow stroke.
“Schlurrrp…”
He pulled back.
“Honey,” he said quietly.
Raju removed his blindfold.
Bheem turned to Rakesh.
“Rakesh bhai… who was it?”
Rakesh guessed after thinking.
“…Ustad?”
Bheem shook his head.
“Wrong.”
No second chance was offered this time.
Raju had won.
Sonu quietly walked to the whiteboard and updated the score:
Round 2
Raju – ₹2000
Rakesh – 2000
Monica lay there, breathing heavily. Her upper thigh still tingled from Raju’s tongue. The sticky honey mixed with the wet heat of his mouth had left her skin hypersensitive and burning. A deep, throbbing heat pulsed between her legs.
Bheem gently gave her a tissue to wipe off Raju's saliva from her thighs..


The rain splattered non stop in the dead night

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Outside, heavy rain hammered relentlessly against the windows, while strong gusty winds howled through the night like wild beasts. Soft, moody metal music played low from the speakers, its deep bass blending perfectly with the charged atmosphere inside the room. The wild weather outside mirrored the growing storm of desire and tension building around Monica.
The men had just finished the previous round, and the air was thick with anticipation. Monica sat on the couch in her thin red dress, the fabric already slightly disheveled from earlier teasing. Her chest rose and fell a little faster than usual.
Ustad gave Bheem a slow, knowing nod. Bheem grinned wickedly and picked up the black blindfold, tying it tightly over his own eyes with deliberate movements.
Ustad approached Monica, his voice low and commanding, yet teasing.
“We’re going to put condensed milk on your cleavage, Monica.”
Monica’s eyes widened. She looked at him, half-amused, half-shocked, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.
“Wait… why my cleavage? Ustad, this dress is already so thin and delicate. It’s going to get completely stained and sticky. Plus… it’s very intimate. Come on, can’t we choose somewhere else?”
Ustad stepped closer, towering over her. His fingers gently but firmly tilted her chin up.
“You knew the rules when we started, jaan. We spoke about this. No backing out now. Be a good girl and lie back straight.”
Monica bit her lip, glancing at the others. Raju and Sonu were watching with hungry eyes, while Rakesh shifted uncomfortably in his seat. She tried one more playful pushback, her voice softer.
“Ustad… seriously, this is too much. My dress will be ruined… and it’s cold. Can’t we at least warm it up a little?”
Ustad smirked, dipping two thick fingers into the tin of condensed milk. He held them above her, letting a single, heavy drop fall slowly onto her skin.
“No arguments. Now stay still.”
The cold, thick white liquid landed right in the deep valley of her cleavage. Monica gasped sharply as the sticky sweetness began to slide down sensually between her full breasts. It soaked into the delicate lace of her bra, making the red fabric turn almost transparent, clinging wetly to her warm skin. The sweet milky scent filled the air around her.
“Ahh… Ustad… it’s so cold,” she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. She squirmed a little, but Ustad placed a firm hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place.
Bheem, blindfolded, was guided closer by Ustad. The room fell into a hushed, electric silence broken only by the rain and music. Bheem leaned over her slowly, his breath hot against her chest.
He started with feather-light kisses along the upper swells of her breasts, teasing the skin just above the sticky trail. Monica’s breathing grew heavier, her body tensing in anticipation.
After what felt like an eternity, Bheem’s warm, wet tongue finally made contact with the condensed milk. The moment it dragged slowly across her cleavage, Monica let out a long, shaky moan, her back arching involuntarily.
“Mmmhhh… ahhhhh…”
Bheem moved with agonizing slowness, his tongue flat and deliberate, licking up every thick drop. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth working against her soaked dress echoed obscenely in the room. He lapped at the sticky sweetness, sucking gently through the thin fabric, making her bra and dress cling even more obscenely to her hardened nipples.
Ustad leaned in close to Bheem’s ear, but spoke loud enough for everyone — especially Monica — to hear:
“Bheem… grab her tits properly. Work around the bra. Lick it nice and slow. Suck her through the fabric. Make her feel every single stroke.”
Monica’s eyes fluttered. “Ustad… you… ahh… I can hear everything…” Her voice was breathless, conflicted.
Bheem obeyed instantly. His large hands cupped her heavy breasts firmly, squeezing and kneading them as his tongue continued its slow, sensual assault. He sucked harder through the wet lace, pulling the fabric between his lips.
Monica’s body tensed, her thighs pressing together. “Ahh… guys… this feels so wrong… please… mmmhh… not so hard…”
Raju chuckled darkly from the side, his voice thick with lust.
“Pull her dress down a little more, Bheem. Expose more skin. Keep licking nice and slow. Make her squirm.”
Sonu joined in, voice low and teasing:
“Yeah, bhai… taste it properly. Look how her chest is heaving. She’s loving it.”
Monica’s protests grew weaker, her breathing ragged. “No… guys, listen… my boobs are already so sensitive tonight… ahh… this is too much… mmmhh… fuck…”
Bheem didn’t stop. His tongue dragged sensually across every inch, collecting every drop while his hands massaged her breasts. The wet, slurping sounds grew louder, more obscene. Monica’s body started quivering. Her hands gripped the couch cushions tightly.
“Ahhh… what are you guys doing to me… ahh… please… slow down… mmmhh…”
Ustad turned toward Rakesh, who was blindfolded and visibly struggling. He leaned in close, voice filthy and mocking:
“Can you hear that, madarchod? Your randi wife is moaning like a slut while Bheem licks her tits. Listen properly, bhenchod. Hear how wet her dress is getting.”
The other men started hooting and clapping, their animalistic grunts filling the room. “More, Bheem! Suck harder!” “Look at her face, yaar!”
Rakesh groaned weakly, his voice slurred and pained:
“Guys… my head is killing me… too many voices… everything is spinning… Monica… are you okay, baby?”
Monica gathered herself, her voice shaky with building pleasure:
“Yes… I’m… ahhh… I’m fine, Rak… just… mmmhh…”
Bheem continued for nearly fifteen full minutes — thorough, relentless, and savoring every second. He licked, sucked, and gently bit at the bra straps, tugging them with his teeth as if trying to rip them off. Monica’s protests had almost completely melted into raw, helpless moans.





“Ahhh… fuck… ahhh! Oh god… it’s too bad.aahhhh… I can’t… mmmhh… please… ahhh… fuckkk…fuckkkkkkkk....”
Finally, Bheem lifted his head. His lips and chin were shiny with condensed milk and her skin’s sheen. He removed his blindfold, grinning triumphantly.



Monica slowly sat up, flushed and breathing hard. The red dress was badly stained, pulled low, her cleavage glistening. She reached behind her back and openly adjusted her bra hook, pulling the straps firmly back into place while the men watched openly.
“What the hell, Bheem…” she said, half-laughing, half-breathless. “You were literally biting and tugging my bra straps the whole time! I could feel your teeth… like you wanted to tear them off me.”
She looked around at them with a playful yet mischievous glare, still fixing her dress.
“Seriously, guys… this was completely out of line. You could have at least warned me before he went full animal. Look at this mess… my dress is soaked and see-through now.”
Bheem grinned shamelessly. “You seemed to enjoy it a lot, Monica ji.”
Monica shot him a sharp, teasing look. “Enjoying? I was trying to protest the whole time and you… whatever. Next time have some control, you idiot.”
Raju chuckled deeply. “Relax, Monica. Rules are rules. So, Rakesh… guess who it was?”
Rakesh, exasperated and drunk, asked again: “Monica… are you really okay?”
“Yes baba, I’m perfectly fine,” she replied, still catching her breath. “Now guess properly, Rak.”
Rakesh looked confused. “I don’t know… everyone was shouting so much… I couldn’t focus…”
The four men booed and laughed loudly. Ustad stepped forward and shook Bheem’s hand vigorously. “You won, bhenchod!”
Monica gave a playful sigh, shaking her head. “What the fuck, Rakesh… I was literally moaning with Bheem’s name for the last 15 minutes. How could you miss that?”
Ustad announced loudly, “Because Rakesh lost three times in a row, he loses the 2000 he earned earlier. Bheem bhai takes 4000 this round!”
Monica protested, “That’s cheating, Ustad! Where did this rule suddenly come from?”
Her voice was drowned out by loud cheering and hooting from the men.
Raju explained with a smirk, “Standard rule in all our betting games, madam. You’ll get used to it.”
Bheem added in a firm, authoritative tone, “All the games we play have this, Monica. We thought you knew.”
He paused, then smiled. “Okay… let’s take a five-minute break, guys. Recharge.”
Raju lit a cigarette, the smoke curling up as he updated the board:
Rakesh: ₹0
Bheem: ₹4000
Ustad: ₹0
Raju: ₹2000
Sonu: ₹2000
Monica made a cute, playful pout. “You guys are such goondas…”

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The intense round on the table had left everyone breathless. Condensed milk was still dripping slowly from Monica’s cleavage onto her lap. There was a short break as the men went out one by one to pee and “freshen up.” Monica sat there on the table edge, breathing heavily, trying to wipe the sticky milk from her cleavage with a small napkin, but it only made the thin red dress cling even more obscenely to her heavy breasts.
When the men returned, their eyes immediately locked onto her wet, semi-transparent top. Monica looked up at them with half-lidded eyes, a seductive yet tired smile playing on her lips.
“Guys this table is really hurting me now ..” she said softly, her voice low and husky, deliberately stretching her back a little so her breasts pushed forward.."My body is aching now!!!!”

The men burst into low, knowing laughter. Raju chuckled, “Arre Monica, the real game has not even started..”
Bheem stepped closer, wiping his hands. “Then let’s shift to the bedroom? You’ll be much more comfortable on the bed.”

Monica’s eyes widened playfully. She tilted her head, biting her lower lip. “Bedroom? You guys think you will now all mess up our bedroom ? Ustad, Bheem, Raju… you all have become very badmaash today.”

She laughed softly, but there was clear hesitation mixed with excitement in her voice. The men exchanged glances and started convincing her gently but persistently.
Raju: “Just for a little while, Monica You’ll get proper rest. The table is really hurting you.”
Ustad (in his deep voice): " we’ll make you very comfortable. Promise.”

After a few minutes of teasing back-and-forth, Monica finally gave in with a dramatic sigh. “Theek hai… but only for sitting. No harkat on the bed..bhailog...”

The men grinned. As soon as she was on her feet, the group moved towards the bedroom. Ustad was the last one in. He quietly closed the bedroom door behind them with a soft click, the sound echoing like a final seal. Rakesh was guided in last, still blindfolded and stumbling slightly from all the drinks.




The bedroom was cozy, with soft warm yellow lights already on. The big bed looked inviting yet dangerous in this moment. Monica sat down slowly in the center of the bed, her red dress still damp and clinging. The men pulled chairs and sat around her in a semi-circle — Ustad on the left, Bheem on the right, Raju directly in front. Rakesh was made to sit on a chair right in the middle, facing her, completely blindfolded.
For almost a minute, there was complete silence. Only the sound of heavy breathing.
Then Ustad was blindfolded with a piece of cloth. Bheem stood up with a wicked smile. He had brought a plate with thick, mashy chocolate cream cake. Without any warning, he scooped a big portion with his hand and slowly, deliberately smeared it all over Monica’s upper thighs — thick, heavy, cold chunks sticking to her smooth skin, some sliding down towards her inner thighs.

Monica gasped sharply. “Bheem!! What are you doing?! Yeh kya… nahi… it’s so cold… ahh!” Her thighs trembled. She tried to close her legs, but Bheem’s strong hands kept them apart gently but firmly. The cold cake against her warm skin sent shivers up her spine. She was already horny from the previous round, but this fresh sensation made her bite her lips hard.
The lights were dimmed further, creating an even more intimate, almost sinful glow in the room.
And then Ustad unleashed.
Like a hungry bull finally let loose, the blindfolded Ustad leaned forward. His hands grabbed her thighs firmly. In one raw motion, he pulled her skirt up high, bunching it around her waist. Monica’s full red lacy panties were suddenly exposed to everyone — tiny, negligible, barely covering anything. The thin strings and small triangular patch left almost nothing to the imagination. The men froze for a second, shocked and rock hard.
Raju (voice thick with lust): “Fuck… Monica … what kind of panties are those? You wear such tiny chaddi even to the office?”
Bheem (grinning shamelessly): “Saali? Look at the size of this thing… madarchod, it’s barely covering her chut.”
Ustad didn’t wait. He dove in like a maniac, his tongue and mouth attacking the chocolate on her upper thighs and right next to the edge of her tiny panties. Loud, wet, slurping sounds filled the room as he licked greedily, his thick black beard getting messy with chocolate.
Monica’s reaction was instant and shameless. “Aaaahhh… Ustad!! Oh god… slowly… what are you doing… everyone is seeing my panties!!” She moaned loudly, crazily, her head falling back. Her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly. Her body arched. The humiliation of being exposed like this in front of her husband’s friends hit her hard, but the pleasure was stronger. She was moaning like a whore in her own bed, and she knew it.
Rakesh, blindfolded, could only hear her loud, broken moans and the filthy comments. His face burned with shame even in that incoherent stage...








Before Monica could recover, Ustad, in raw brute force, grabbed the side of her already bunched-up skirt and flared it open with one powerful tug. The fabric tore audibly.
Monica shrieked in genuine shock. “Ustad!!! No!!! What have you done!!”
But he didn’t stop. With another strong pull, he tore the dress further from below, right up to her panties. The red dress ripped open, fully exposing her tiny lacy thong and the smooth skin around it.
Monica panicked. She quickly grabbed a pillow and tried to cover her exposed lower half.

“Hayy raam…What is this ...stop ..what the fuck....please…”

But it was just too late. She was fully exposed in just her bra and that ridiculously small panty. Her face was flushed deep red with shock, shame, and overwhelming arousal.

“Ustad… you’ve gone completely mad! You tore my dress?! Seriously? Lost your mind ??” she said breathlessly, still trying to cover herself with the pillow while her thighs trembled under his continued licking.
Ustad, like a possessed dog, kept licking the edges of her tiny panties, his tongue teasing the thin fabric, tasting the mix of chocolate and her own wetness seeping through.
The men continued their filthy commentary, their tents obvious and shameless.
Raju: “Look at this  panty… it’s disappearing between her gaand. Bahut fashionable ho gayi hai aajkal ki biwiyan.”

Monica, still holding the pillow, moaned loudly again as Ustad’s tongue flicked dangerously close. “Ahhh… you all are so so dirty… Ahhh..  Ahhhhhhh ....ohh..ohh fuck…”
The humiliation was burning her, but she couldn’t stop moaning.

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Outside, the heavy rain kept falling in its steady, patient rhythm against the windows, never hurrying. Inside the cozy bedroom, the warm golden lamplight from the bedside lamps created a soft, intimate glow that left nothing hidden. The moody metal music played very low, its deep bass barely audible but felt through the mattress.
Monica remained seated in the center of the large bed, the torn red dress long forgotten on the floor. She was now wearing only her delicate red lace lingerie, and the men took their time looking at her.






The push-up bra was barely managing — its thin straps rested on her shoulders, while the sheer scalloped lace cups held her heavy, full breasts with obvious strain. They overflowed softly at the top and sides, creating deep, natural cleavage that rose and fell with each slow breath. Her hardened nipples pressed clearly against the fine fabric, forming visible peaks that shifted slightly whenever she moved. The bra pushed everything up and together in a way that made her chest look even more prominent and inviting under the soft light.
Lower down, her tiny red lace thong was almost nonexistent. The small triangular front panel of sheer red lace clung tightly to her mound, stretched thin from the way her thighs were parted. The thin strings rode high on her wide, curvaceous hips, pressing gently into her smooth skin. At the back, it was nothing more than a delicate string that disappeared completely between her full, round ass cheeks, leaving her entire backside bare. Every small shift caused the soaked lace to rub against her most sensitive areas.
She looked incredibly exposed — skin flushed warm, thighs still faintly marked from earlier grips, chest heaving slowly, the tiny lingerie doing almost nothing to hide her arousal.
Ustad, still blindfolded, kept his large, rough hands resting heavily on her upper thighs for a long time. He simply held her open, letting the moment stretch. His hot breath fanned slowly across her inner thighs. Then, with deliberate patience, he leaned in.
He started with soft, open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of her left thigh, lingering there before gently biting down — just enough pressure from his teeth to make her feel it. He sucked on that spot slowly, then dragged his warm, wet tongue in one long, heavy stroke upward. He repeated the same on her right thigh, taking his time with each kiss, each bite, each lick. His thick beard scbangd lightly against her skin as he worked higher.

Monica’s breathing grew shaky. “Stop this....No...No...Ustad… your teeth...ahhh” she whispered, her voice a mix of shock and building heat. She squirmed slowly on the bed but didn’t pull away.

Ustad’s hands tightened on her thighs. He turned her slightly on the bed with firm but unhurried movements so he could reach more. He leaned lower and began biting and licking along the underside of her ass cheeks, right over the thin string of her thong. His teeth gently gripped the soft flesh through the lace, tugging lightly before soothing it with slow, wet licks. The thin string offered no protection — every bite and lick was felt directly on her bare skin.
Monica’s eyes widened in shock. She gasped loudly.
“Ustad! Stop… what are you doing?! Not there… ahhh… the whole building will hear if I shout like this!”

Her voice rose sharply, a mix of genuine panic and overwhelming arousal. Her hands gripped the sheet tightly as her body trembled. Inside, despite the shock, the slow attention was making her burn with need. “Please… someone might wake up… Ustad no please!”

Bheem, stroking himself slowly over his pants, let out a low chuckle.

“Let them hear, Monica . The whole building should know what’s happening in this room tonight. That a beautiful wife like you is getting properly taken care of by all of us..”
Rakesh, sitting in the chair directly in front, was now barely conscious. He slumped heavily to one side, nearly sliding off the chair. His head lolled, eyes half-closed under the blindfold. Ustad noticed and reached over without stopping his licking, giving Rakesh a firm smack on the shoulder.
“Stay awake, madarchod. This is for you to hear.”
Raju leaned in closer from the side, his hand still moving lazily over his bulge. He tilted his head to get a clear view between Monica’s legs.
“Look at this… she’s completely shaved down there. Smooth as anything. Bheem, come see properly.” He gestured to Bheem.
“See how neat her chut looks under that tiny lace? All bare and trimmed.”

Bheem shifted for a better look, still stroking himself.
“Damn… yes. Perfectly shaved. Why do you keep it like that, Monica ? Tell us.”

Monica’s face burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment, but her body kept reacting to Ustad’s slow bites and licks on her ass and thighs. She tried to sound firm.
“What sort of question is that? Why are you even asking me something so personal?”

The men didn’t let it go. Raju smiled slowly.
“Come on, tell us. We’re curious.”

Monica let out an angry, breathless huff, but her voice carried that stubborn, playful edge even through the panting.
“I just… love it that way, okay? . Now stop  asking me such things while he’s… ahhh… Ustad Ahhhhhhh....., . ahhhhhhh..your teeth hurting me soooo much…”

" Ahhh ustad no...no...no
Ahh..ahhhhhh .ahhh "
Monica was shouting and moaning uncontrolled..

Ustad continued his slow, devouring assault — biting and licking her ass cheeks over the thong string, then returning to her inner thighs and navel, never rushing any single touch. His hands held her firmly in place the entire time. Monica panted and moaned crazily, shocked at how loud she was getting, yet clearly lost in the sensations.

This agonizingly slow molestation stretched on for many long minutes. Ustad took his time exploring every curve, every sensitive spot, while the men continued their low, natural commentary and kept Rakesh from fully passing out with occasional firm taps.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Ustad slowed to long, final licks, cleaning the last traces of chocolate. He pulled back gradually.
Monica gasped loudly. She lay there trembling for a long moment before slowly pushing herself up into a sitting position. Still wearing only her bra and tiny soaked thong, she looked flushed, panting, and visibly angry, though her eyes still held that horny, overwhelmed shine.
“What the hell did you all just do?” she demanded breathlessly, her voice sharp but laced with heavy playfulness. She gestured at the torn dress on the floor. “Tearing my dress like that? Really?”

Bheem leaned back in his chair, still breathing heavily, and spoke calmly.
“Relax, Monica. It’s just the game. These things happen when the heat rises. It’s all part of it.”

Monica stared at them, her chest still heaving. She tried to sound properly angry, but her voice came out with loads of erotic undertone and teasing sass.

“Really? This was all planned, wasn’t it? Getting me down to just my bra and panties… you bunch of asshole...baadmash! You planned to strip me like this on my own bed!”










She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up further, but didn’t make any real effort to cover herself. The mix of anger, playfulness, and lingering arousal hung thick in the air.
The men watched her with slow, satisfied smiles, the rain still falling steadily outside.

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Outside, the heavy rain continued its steady, patient drumming against the windows. Inside the bedroom, the warm golden lamplight wrapped around Monica’s nearly naked body.

Monica pushed herself up from the bed with sharp, deliberate movements and stood tall, facing the three men. She had the option to act shy and vulnerable, but that's not Monica.. ofcourse it's not okay to act that way when Monica knew this was exactly how it meant to turn out.. she was drunk and incoherent, still knew the men meant to enjoy her in turns and she would be too weak and vulnerable to protest, plus she was deadly horny...

Her face flushed with genuine anger and not vulnerability, eyes flashing.

“You tore my dress like complete savages!” she snapped, voice loud and sharp, gesturing angrily at the torn red fabric lying uselessly on the floor. “Is this really how you behave? Ripping a woman’s clothes off like that? Have you all completely lost it?”

She stood there breathing hard, hands on her hips, making no attempt to cover herself. The sheer red lace bra was barely containing her heavy breasts, the thin straps digging into her shoulders while the scalloped cups overflowed with soft, spilling cleavage. Her hardened nipples pressed prominently against the delicate fabric. The ridiculously tiny thong clung soaked and stretched to her mound, the thin strings high on her hips and the back string completely lost between her full, round ass cheeks, leaving her entire bums bare. Her smooth, white, perfectly shaved mound was clearly visible through the sheer front panel, the dark wet spot unmistakable.

Ustad leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette slowly, and took a long drag. He exhaled the smoke calmly, his eyes roaming over her exposed body.
“That’s the game, Monica,” he said with a low chuckle. “We push things. We take what we want when the moment feels right. You knew how this works.”

Bheem lit another cigarette and nodded.
“Yeah… the dress was getting in the way anyway. You look much better like this" and laughed like a hyena..

Monica glared at them, still visibly angry. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up further up...

“Okay… I can’t argue with you animals,” she muttered bitterly, shaking her head.
Then, after a short pause, she spoke coldly, her voice flat:

“Pass me a cigarette.”

Bheem paused for a second, then smiled softly, understanding she was now playing along despite her anger. He stood up, walked over, and gently placed a cigarette between her fingers. He lit it for her carefully, his voice low and pacifying.
“Here… take it easy, Monica. We’re all just having fun tonight. No need to stay so worked up.”

Monica took a long, slow drag, exhaling the smoke with deliberate sensuality. The anger was still there, but it was starting to mix with something hotter. She stood up fully now, cigarette in hand, and began moving around the room with seductive purpose.

She turned her back to them and walked toward the window, her full ass cheeks jiggling softly with each step, the thin string of the thong completely invisible between them. She reached up and slowly adjusted the curtains, arching her back and pushing her ass out slightly.

“Listen to me carefully, you three…” she said, her voice shifting into a low, husky, ultra-seductive tone while still carrying traces of anger. She glanced over her shoulder at them. “You’ve had your fun tonight. You tore my dress. You licked and bit me until I was shaking. But we need to be smart about this.”

She turned around, bent slowly at the waist to pick up the whiskey bottle and glass from the side table, giving them a long, lingering view of her ass and the way the tiny thong framed her smooth, bare mound from the front as she straightened. Her heavy breasts hung forward, straining the bra even more. She poured herself a glass of whiskey with deliberate slowness, took a sip, licked a stray drop from her lower lip, and walked back toward the bed, hips swaying naturally, ass jiggling with every step.

The men watched with dark, hungry smirks, their erections straining hard against their pants.

Ustad’s voice was low and rough. “You’re putting on quite a show while trying to talk rules, Monica.”
Monica sat on the edge of the bed, crossing and uncrossing her legs slowly, giving them teasing flashes of her smooth, white mound pressing against the tiny lace. She leaned forward slightly, deepening her cleavage, and continued in that same calm, seductive tone.

“Here’s the truth. If we lose control now — if things get too loud, too wild, too fast — someone in the building is bound to hear. These walls are thin. The watchman might come knocking, asking what all the noise is about. Imagine explaining why I’m standing here in just this tiny bra and thongs, with three unknown men in my bedroom while my husband is slumped in that chair. That would destroy everything — the game, my reputation, everything, may be even a p-ol-i-c-e case,............ None of us wants that kind of trouble tonight.”

She paused, letting her words sink in, then continued persuasively, her voice soft but firm.
“So I’m offering a better way. We keep playing… but I get to set some rules for the next few rounds. I blindfold each of you one by one. I decide exactly where you lick, what we use, and how long. You follow those instructions. This way we enjoy ourselves properly — slow, teasing, longer-lasting. No chaos. No outsiders banging on the door. And to make it worth your while…” she smiled seductively, taking another drag of the cigarette,

“let’s raise the stakes significantly. Ten thousand rupees per round for the winner. That’s real money. Real motivation. You stay interested, I stay in some control, and we all get what we want without ruining the night.”

The men exchanged glances, still smirking, hands openly adjusting their hard cocks.
Bheem chuckled, eyes fixed on her barely-covered breasts.
“Ten thousand is tempting… but Monica look at you. We’re too horny right now to follow complicated rules. We want to taste you properly.”
Raju added, voice thick, “She makes a strong point about the watchman… but fuck, it’s hard to think straight when she’s dressed — or rather, undressed — like this.”
Ustad stepped closer, his hand resting heavily on her bare thigh, squeezing.
“You negotiate very sweetly… but we’re all rock hard and you’re dripping. Why should we agree to let you control anything?”
Monica didn’t pull away. Instead, she placed her hand gently over his on her thigh and looked up at him with a mix of lingering anger and playfulness

“Because you’re smart men, Ustad. You know I’m right. If you push too hard now, the game ends badly. Ten thousand per round gives you all something real to fight for. I promise I’ll make every round worth it — slow, filthy, everything you enjoy. But I need some say in the pace so we don’t get interrupted by the watchman or worse. Think about it. This is the logical way to keep the night going beautifully… instead of ending it in chaos.”

The men were clearly still dominant, still dangerously close to taking over, but her calm, seductive logic was working on them.
Finally, Ustad nodded slowly, his grip tightening one last time before releasing her.
“Ten thousand per round… fine. We agree. But the moment you try to shut the real fun down, the deal ends. No more negotiations.”

Bheem and Raju murmured their agreement, still smirking hungrily.
Monica let out a slow breath, her body still trembling slightly from their touches. She had negotiated hard and won a fragile balance — higher stakes, partial control, and more time. But the men’s hunger remained heavy in the room.
She picked up the black blindfold with a sassy, slightly victorious smile.
“Good. Then sit down properly… and let’s continue the game my way for now.”

[SilverArrow]

Inside the bedroom, the warm golden lamplight made Monica’s nearly naked body look even more tempting and exposed.
Monica stood near the bed in just her sheer red lace bra and the ridiculously tiny thong. She took a slow breath, still feeling the mix of anger and arousal coursing through her. She looked at the three men with a sassy, challenging smile.
“So… who wants to go first?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.
Bheem stepped forward with ruthless precision, his eyes dark with hunger. “Me.”
Monica walked up to him, standing so close that her breasts brushed lightly against his chest.

“I won’t mind if it’s you, Bheem,” she purred softly, her voice dripping with seduction. “But remember — if you miss the spot or break my rules, you lose every single rupee you’ve won tonight. Get it right… and you get ten thousand rupees.”

The other men tied the black blindfold tightly over Bheem’s eyes. The room went silent with anticipation.

Monica went to the kitchen, picked up a bowl of thick, sticky Rasgulla syrup, and came back confidently .

She slowly poured it over her body with deliberate, sluttish movements. She started with her inner thighs, letting the heavy, sweet syrup drip down the smooth skin right beside the edge of her tiny thong. Then she turned around, bent slightly at the waist, and poured more over her full, round ass cheeks, letting the thick liquid run down between her cheeks and soak the thin string of her thong completely.
She sat back on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and hit Bheem gently on the hand...
“Find it Bheem Saab...” she whispered sluttily. “Your time starts now”

Ustad cockily started the stop clock and muttered "Rules are Rules...stop watch has started Bheema"

Bheem dropped to his knees and leaned in like an animal. He began sniffing loudly — deep, shameless inhales — moving his nose from one thigh to the other, then closer to her soaked thong. His nose brushed teasingly close to her smooth, shaved mound as he tried to locate the sweet scent mixed with her own arousal. The other men tried to distract him with low taunts, but Bheem stayed focused, nerves steady.

Ustad and Raju hooted and cheered, but  Bheem suddenly zeroed in.
He got it right.

Monica’s eyes widened in genuine shock. She was stunned…She did not expect Bheema would crack it so easily ...
She exclaimed " What the Fuck!!! Did you guys blindfold him properly??"

But deep down, she was secretly thrilled. For some reason she couldn’t fully explain, she preferred Bheem. She met him once at the betting club and chatted few times over Whatsapp, but his raw, brutal dominance turned her on far more than the others. If she had to choose one among the three to lose control to, it would be him.

What unfolded next was unbelievable.
Bheem started slow, just as instructed — long, deliberate licks along her inner thighs, collecting the thick Rasgulla syrup with wet, filthy sounds. But his hunger quickly took over.

He grabbed her thighs, parted her legs wider, and began licking her like a beast — slow, greedy, perverted licks right next to her thong, his tongue dragging heavily over her smooth, shaved skin.
“Ahhh… Bheem…” Monica moaned shamelessly, her voice loud and broken. “Fuck… No... Ahhh Ahh... Ahhh...”
Monica's cries went louder and louder...

Bheem grew even bolder. He started doing unthinkable stuff totally unbelievable for Monica ...

Gripping her full ass cheeks firmly, he lifted her hips slightly off the bed and brought her ass straight to his mouth. The men cheered loudly amidst their resounding shock..

His tongue licked all over her round ass cheeks, then traced the thin thong string right down between her cheeks. He began licking directly over her asshole through the soaked thong — slow, circling, filthy strokes that made loud, wet, obscene sounds echo in the room.

Monica’s moans by then turned loud and crazed, completely shameless and out of control...

“Ahhhhh… oh god… Bheem… your tongue my god ...oh...… mmmhh…mmmmm.... fuck… you dirty goonda… ahhh…ahhhhhhh don’t stop…”

Her cries grew so loud and desperate that it felt like the entire building might wake up. She gripped his head, half-pulling him closer, her body shaking with pleasure.
The other men watched in stunned silence, openly stroking their hard cocks over their pants.
Raju muttered hoarsely, breathing heavily, “Fuck… look at her. Moaning like a total slut ”

Ustad kept stroking himself, eyes fixed on them. “Bheem’s gone full beast mode… and she’s loving every second of it. Listen to those sounds, madarchod Rakesh.”

Rakesh, half-conscious and deeply drunk, slumped in his chair, mumbled in confusion, “What… what’s happening? Monica… why are you moaning like that…?”
Monica, still moaning loudly as Bheem continued his perverted licking, turned her head toward Rakesh with a playful, breathless smile between cries.
“It’s just part of the game, baby… ahhh… you relax!!! But you got  such fucking good goonda friends Rakesh..… mmmhh… don’t worry… ahhhhh!..ahhh!!”

The slow, filthy, perverted licking continued as Monica’s loud, shameless moans filled the room. The men stroked themselves openly, shocked and thrilled at Bheem’s brute force and Monica’s slutty cries.

[SilverArrow]

Monica was completely lost in the filthy pleasure. Her loud, shameless moans filled the bedroom as Bheem devoured her like a hungry animal.

“Ahhhhh… Bheem… fuck… your tongue is so dirty… my goodness …” she cried out, voice breaking with raw ecstasy.

In her overwhelming horniness, she shamelessly lifted her ass higher off the bed, pushing herself harder against his mouth, grinding slowly and desperately.
Bheem had lifted her full, round ass cheeks with his strong hands. His tongue dragged slowly, greedily over her ass and directly across her asshole through the soaked thin string of her thong. The wet, obscene slurping sounds mixed with her loud moans made everything look so depraved


Ring… Ring… Ring…


Bheem’s phone suddenly started ringing loudly from his pants lying on the chair.

Monica didn’t stop. She kept moaning shamelessly, lifting her ass even higher for Bheem to lick her completely.
“Ahhh… … ignore it…Bheem...” she gasped between broken moans, completely lost in the moment.
The phone kept ringing insistently.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
Ustad cursed impatiently, still slowly stroking his hard cock over his pants.

“Saala kaun madarchod hai itni raat ko phone kar raha? Bhenchod…”

Bheem, growled without stopping.
“Madarchod… ignore kar na…”

But the phone rang again, even louder.
Ustad finally got up, annoyed.

“It’s Kamil bhai.”
Bheem lifted his head slightly, breathing heavily, lips shiny.
“What does that bastard want now? Put it on speaker.”
Ustad answered the call and put it on speaker.
The moment the line connected, a loud, husky, and extremely crass voice boomed through the room:

“ Bheem! Kya scene hai bhenchod? I’ve been calling for so long!”

At that exact second, Monica let out a long, dirty, unrestrained moan — “Ahhhhhh… Bheem… Ahhhaa..Ahhaaaa… fuck… … mmmhhhh!”




There was a stunned pause on the other side.
Then Kamil’s rough voice erupted with filthy laughter and gaalis.
“Hahahaha! Saale! Whose pussy are you fucking at this hour, bhenchod?! I can hear the randi screaming so loudly! She sounds so tight and horny!”

Monica’s eyes flew wide open in pure shock. She suddenly realized the phone was on speaker and Kamil could hear every single one of her shameless moans.
She gasped loudly, trying to close her legs.
“What the fuck? Why did you put it on speaker?!” she hissed, voice hoarse and embarrassed. “Bheem… Ustad… what the hell?!”
Bheem didn’t answer her immediately.

He pressed his face back between her thighs for one last slow, filthy lick before pulling away slightly and speaking into the phone

“What happened, Kamil bhai? Why are you calling now?”

Kamil’s voice stayed crude and dominant.
“ bhenchod, there’s a big problem with the betting ring. Legal notice has come.  Raid might happen in the morning. You all need to get out of here fast. You only have 4-5 hours.”

Ustad and Raju immediately became serious. They stood up from their chairs and moved towards the door, still keeping the phone on speaker so Monica could hear everything clearly from the bed.
Raju asked urgently, “What exactly  happened suddenly, Kamil bhai?”

The men stepped out into the hallway to talk, but the speaker was loud enough for Monica to hear every word — the rising tension, the anger, the sudden shift to serious trouble.

Bheem cursed loudly from the hallway.
“What the hell are you saying? What were you bastards doing all this time, madarchod?”
Kamil replied in the same rough, dominant tone, explaining the legal notice and the risk of a morning raid. The conversation continued outside — full of frustration, gaalis, and urgency — about how they needed to move the betting operations quickly before everything got raided.
Monica sat on the bed, still in just her sheer bra and tiny soaked thong, breathing heavily. Her body was still buzzing from Bheem’s tongue, her thighs trembling, but her mind was spinning from the sudden interruption

[SilverArrow]

The argument in the drawing room grew louder and more aggressive. Monica could hear every word clearly from the bedroom.
Ustad slammed his fist hard on the table with a loud bang.
“Tell me the fucking truth, Kamil! How the hell did this happen, madarchod?!”
Kamil bhai’s deep, rough voice blasted back through the speaker, equally furious

“Arre bhenchod Ustad, don’t shout at me like that! It’s not my fault, saala! The legal notice came suddenly.. You think I was sleeping? I’ve been handling this shit all night, madarchod!”


Monica sat on the bed for a few long moments, still in just her sheer bra and tiny soaked thong, listening to the chaos. Her body was still buzzing and sensitive from Bheem’s tongue, thighs trembling slightly, but the sudden serious turn left her worried.
She got up slowly and walked to the wardrobe. She picked out a very sexy, short black silk robe. The robe was extremely provocative — made of sheer, almost transparent black silk that clung to every curve of her body. It was very short, ending just below her ass cheeks, with a deep plunging V-neckline that went all the way down to her navel. The thin material was semi-see-through, clearly showing the red lace bra and tiny thong underneath. A loose tie at the waist was the only closure, and even that was tied very casually.
She slipped it on without tightening the belt, letting the robe hang open provocatively down the front. Her heavy breasts pushed against the thin silk, nipples still hard and visible. She adjusted it so one shoulder slipped slightly down, exposing more skin and the strap of her bra. The bottom hem rode high on her thighs, barely covering her ass.

She walked out of the bedroom into the drawing room, the short silk robe swaying and slipping with every step, her ass cheeks peeking out from below the hem.
After a few more heated exchanges full of gaalis, the call finally disconnected.

Monica stepped closer,
“Is everything okay?” she asked softly, voice full of concern.
Bheem turned to her, looking disappointed and frustrated.
“No, Monica… things are not looking good. There could be a raid in the morning on the betting ring. We have to move everything quickly.”

Ustad banged the table again, angry.
“I told you bastards not to trust that Kamil bhai fully. He has gotten us all into deep shit now, madarchod!”

Monica tried to pacify them, stepping closer so her robe shifted teasingly.
“Everything will be okay… calm down. You all are smart. You’ll handle it.”

Raju shook his head.
“No, Monica. We have to leave right now. Things are not looking good at all. We can’t risk staying here.”

Bheem looked at her with a tired smile.
“Don’t worry, Monica. We will come back. This is just temporary.”
Monica smiled seductively, tilting her head. She pulled the robe a little tighter around her waist,

“As in… you want me to wait like this?” She gestured to her barely-covered body, her voice playful and erotic despite the situation.
Bheem smiled back but shook his head.
“No, things are not looking good. It might take longer than we think.”
Monica nodded
“Okay… . I know its serious.” She paused, then added softly, “But you guys did not even have the dessert which I made with so much love and care. Please have it before you go.”
Raju nodded, still breathing heavily from the earlier heat.
“Okay. I am also hungry after the game. We will have the dessert and then quickly leave.”
Bheem and Ustad went to the wash basin to quickly clean their mouths, still laced with syrup and the taste of Monica. Monica watched them, her robe slipping slightly off one shoulder, looking incredibly hot and tempting even in this serious moment.

[SilverArrow]

“Sit down properly,” she said softly, her voice still carrying a mix of concern and seduction. “I’ll bring the dessert. At least eat something before you rush off like this.”
The men sat around the table, eyes following her every movement. Bheem adjusted his still-hard cock in his pants, muttering, “Saali looks even hotter in that robe, madarchod…”
Raju nodded, breathing heavily. “Fuck… how are we supposed to leave when she’s walking around like this?”
Monica returned a few minutes later carrying a tray with bowls of rich, creamy rasmalai and warm gulab jamun she had prepared earlier. She bent low to place the tray on the table, just then..

Knock… Knock… Knock…
A firm, loud knock came from the main door.
Monica froze. She remembered how loudly she had been moaning just minutes ago.
Ustad looked toward the door sharply.
“Who is it?”
An alert voice spoke "Watchman!!"

Monica whispered in panic, robe barely closed.
“What the hell… that asshole watchman is here. How can I open the door wearing this? I can’t go like this!”

Bheem stood up calmly and placed a reassuring hand on her waist.
“Relax, Monica. Don’t panic. We’ll manage. You go and change... Take your time. We’ll handle him.”
Monica nodded quickly,

“Okay… I’ll be fast. God, this is so embarrassing.… he must have heard everything.”
She rushed back into the bedroom.
Bheem opened the door.
The watchman stood outside, looking suspicious.
“I heard some sounds, sahab… everything okay inside? Where is memsaab?”
Bheem replied coldly, blocking the view.
“Everything is perfect, bhai. We are Rakesh saab’s friends. Memsaab is in the kitchen.”
The watchman craned his neck, still doubtful.
“So much shouting and noise was coming… what was happening? It sounded… strange.”
Just then, Monica emerged from the bedroom, now wearing a maroon salwar kameez. The transformation was striking — from near-naked temptress to a decent, respectable wife. The soft cotton kameez hugged her heavy breasts snugly, the dupatta dbangd neatly over her chest, covering her cleavage properly.
“Arey Bhadur… all okay?” she asked casually with a sweet smile as she walked closer.
The watchman looked at her directly.
“Madam, I heard loud sounds… hope you are okay? It was quite loud.”
Monica smiled calmly.
“Yes, absolutely. What will happen? Today is Rakesh’s birthday and these are his friends. We were just celebrating a little loudly, that’s all. Sorry if it disturbed you.”
The watchman nodded slowly, still a bit suspicious.

Bheem asked smoothly,
“Bhai, would you like a glass of whiskey? It’s a cold, rainy night outside. Come, warm yourself up.”
Monica quickly moved to pour a generous glass.
“Please, Bhadur. Have it. We’re all good here. Thanks for checking on us though.”
The watchman took the glass, smiling a little.
“Thank you, madam… okay then. Take care.”

The watchman took a sip, nodded again, and finally turned to leave, though he glanced back once more before walking away
Monica closed the door behind him, with a playfully frustrated tone, she muttered,
“uff That asshole made me wear this salwar in the middle of the night…so much of pain...”




Ustad took the last bite, wiped his mouth, and leaned back with a dark smirk.
“Decent dessert, Monica. But we all know what tasted better tonight…”
Monica gave a small, playful smile, adjusting her dupatta slightly.
“You guys never get tired of reminding me, do you?”

“We have to leave now. The raid situation is serious. But fuck…..”
Raju nodded, eyes dark and sharp.

Before leaving, the men turned their attention to the bedroom where Rakesh was still slumped half-conscious.
Ustad smirked.
“Let’s put this madarchod to bed properly. Can’t leave the birthday boy like this.”
They dragged the barely conscious Rakesh from the chair and carried him into the bedroom, laying him on the same bed where Monica had been moaning shamelessly just minutes earlier.
Bheem patted Rakesh’s cheek mockingly.
“Sleep well, cuck.Happy birthday, madarchod.”
Raju laughed cruelly and whispered to a half conscious Rakesh
“Imagine… your randi wife was lifting her ass for us and screaming like a whore on your own bed. And you couldn’t even stay awake to watch. Pathetic.”
Ustad added one last jab.

Monica stood at the doorway, watching them
“Arey… don’t bully him so much. It’s his birthday today. Have some mercy on the poor guy.”
The men chuckled but finally stepped back.
She met their hungry stares with a subtle, teasing smile
“Be safe out there. hope things turn out okay" she said and waved them off