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The card game came to an end right there.

Kathir stood tall and completely naked right on that mattress, looking like a Greek sculpture. Driven by the potency of the pill and the frenzy of tasting Sandhya's breasts, his cock was at 100 percent full erection, veins bulging, throbbing upwards like an iron rod.

Wearing only a petticoat and panties below her waist, with no clothes above her waist except her bare breasts and the thick gold thali chain gleaming between them as her only ornament, Sandhya knelt on the mattress between Kathir's legs.

Sandhya observed Kathir's manhood from very close. Because his cock was circumcised, it looked completely different from Vicky's organ. Due to the absence of the foreskin, its red glans stood out completely uncovered, like a crown. Its ridges were very sharply defined. Without any wrinkles, the skin of that shaft was pulled tight, looking very neat and smooth in its erection.

For Sandhya, who was used to seeing Vicky's organ, Kathir's foreskin-free, fully exposed manhood brought a new thrill. The blatant appearance of that head tempted her to taste it immediately.

Holding his waist with both her soft hands, she slowly stuck her tongue out. With the tip of her tongue, she licked the rim of that large, exposed head from bottom to top.

"Sssss... Bhanu..." Kathir shivered at that very first touch. That circumcised head was extremely sensitive.

Pursing her lips into an 'O' shape, Sandhya slowly began to take that hot iron rod into her mouth. As her warm saliva wet that smooth shaft, she began her work.

Wet sounds of *"Gluck... slurp... schluck..."* began to echo in that quiet room. As she moved her head back and forth sucking him, both her bare breasts bounced; along with them, the thick gold thali chain around her neck swung back and forth between her breasts.

Sitting a little further away on the same mattress, Vicky struggled to breathe listening to this sound. He sat leaning his body slightly back, planting both his hands on the mattress behind him. His chest heaved up and down rapidly. The wife he had tied the thali to, with that very thali swinging on her bare chest, was kneeling at the feet of another man and frantically tasting his cock!

'The thali I tied around her neck is swinging... while this guy's cock is inside her mouth!' A fire of jealousy blazed in one side of Vicky's brain. Yet, that very sight made his manhood harden beyond limits. Because he was leaning back on his hands on the mattress, his pelvic area involuntarily thrust forward. His cock was throbbing as if it would tear through the boxers he was wearing and burst out.

After tasting Kathir's cock for a few minutes while he stood, Sandhya, still kneeling, held his thighs and said softly, "Lie down on the mattress, Kathir..." and made him lie flat on his back.

Once Kathir lay flat on the mattress, Sandhya bent down between his legs. With her bare breasts pressing and rubbing against his thighs, and her thali chain grazing against his lower abdomen, she began to take his cock even deeper into her throat and suck.

Kathir was in complete intoxication now. His 'neuro-tuning' treatment came to his aid now. Without holding his breath, he closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and completely relaxed his pelvic floor muscles. His hands held Sandhya's head and pressed her towards his waist.

While sucking, Sandhya tilted her face slightly and looked at Vicky, who was leaning back on the mattress, from the corner of her eye. With the thali chain gleaming between her bare breasts, that look of hers—gazing at her husband while filling her mouth with another man's manhood—severed Vicky's nerves.

In a short while, Kathir's climax approached. His thighs tightened slightly. "Bhanu... I'm... I'm cumming... about to cum..." he moaned, gripping her hair.

Suddenly, Sandhya pulled her mouth away from his cock!

Kathir was stunned for a moment. He had been stopped right at the edge of his climax (edging). Drenched in saliva, veins bulging, his cock throbbed in the air.

Without moving from her kneeling position between Kathir's legs, Sandhya looked at Vicky, held out her hand, and said, "Vicky... come stand here next to me."

As if bound by a spell, Vicky got up, came over, and stood beside the kneeling Sandhya. Sandhya reached out her hands and pulled Vicky's boxers down. Trapped inside, Vicky's cock sprang out.

Still kneeling in front of Kathir's legs, without shifting her body, Sandhya turned only her face to the side and captured Vicky's erect cock into her mouth!

That sight drove both men crazy. While one of her hands was stroking the thigh and cock of Kathir, who lay flat on his back, her mouth was deeply sucking the cock of her husband, who stood beside her. As she sucked Vicky, her bare breasts and thali chain swung right in front of Kathir's eyes.

Feeling his cock going in and out, wet with Kathir's saliva inside his wife's mouth, Vicky tilted his head back and moaned, "Aaah......"

After sucking Vicky's cock well for a few minutes and bringing him to the peak of yearning, Sandhya pulled her mouth away halfway without letting him cum either.

Then, she slowly stood up in front of Kathir.

She turned, looked at Vicky, and said, "Vicky... take off my petticoat and panties yourself."

Vicky's heart beat rapidly. The thought that he was going to untie his wife's remaining clothes with his own hands and present her completely naked to the eyes of another man lying opposite made his hands tremble slightly.

As Kathir lay on the mattress watching unblinkingly, Vicky stood behind Sandhya and untied her petticoat. The petticoat slid down her legs and fell. Continuing, Vicky bent down and slid Sandhya's thin panties down over her plump buttocks and thighs.

Now Sandhya stood completely naked in front of Kathir's eyes, without a single thread on her body except the thick thali chain gleaming around her neck, her anklets, and small earrings. Her full breasts, curvy waist, and her womanhood glistening with lustful juices offered a complete visual feast to Kathir's eyes.

Sandhya ran her fingers through the hair of Vicky, who was still kneeling after taking off her panties. "Go down right there, Vicky... let Kathir watch how you relish my pussy..." she whispered in a lustful voice.

Vicky hesitated for a second. Opposite him, Kathir lay on the mattress staring intensely at his wife's naked beauty. Should he kneel in front of him and kiss his wife's pussy? Even though his ego stopped him on one side, Sandhya's dominance didn't let him refuse.

Vicky brought his face between Sandhya's thighs. Her pussy was already leaking wetness from her peak lust, dripping honey and waiting. Vicky stuck his tongue out and gently caressed her lips.

"Aaah..." Sandhya closed her eyes and shivered.

With his tongue, Vicky swirled and licked her clitoris. Lying flat on his back on the mattress, Kathir watched unblinkingly as Vicky's head moved between his angel's legs, his tongue licking her pussy. Kathir's cock throbbed in the air. The sight of a husband kneeling and serving for his wife's pleasure right before his eyes gave Kathir a bizarre intoxication.

After enjoying Vicky's oral work for a few minutes, Sandhya gently pushed his head back. "Enough, Vicky..." she said, looked at him, and commanded, "You go and sit on that sofa, facing me directly."

With his erect cock, Vicky got up, went to the sofa opposite them, let his hands hang loose, and sat down like a spectator.

Sandhya now turned her gaze onto Kathir, who lay flat on his back on the mattress. This was the moment.

She stepped over both of Kathir's legs and slowly sat on his waist in the 'cowgirl' position. However, she hadn't taken his cock into her pussy yet.

This was not rough lust; this was an epic romance. Sandhya bent down and cupped Kathir's face supportively with both her hands. Looking straight into his eyes, she whispered, "Kathir..."

Kathir's eyes welled up with emotion.

Sandhya slowly pressed her lips onto his. It was a deep, wet kiss brimming with love and lust. Her tongue entered his mouth and intertwined with his. Kathir's hands held her plump waist supportively.

After that deep kiss, Sandhya sat up straight, and while looking at Vicky, lifted her hips slightly. Sandhya knew Kathir's medical history, his weaknesses, and his blood test reports inside out. With complete confidence that he had no infections, she desired that natural union without any condom.

She positioned Kathir's erect, foreskin-free red cock at the entrance of her pussy. It was already slick with her lustful juices. Without any rush, with their lips locked together again, she slowly lowered her entire weight inch by inch onto Kathir's manhood, looking sharply into Kathir's eyes.

With a *"Slurp... schluck..."* sound, without any barrier, Kathir's large cock went all the way to the depths of her pussy and buried itself completely.

A deep moan of *"Mmm... ahh..."* was exchanged between their lips.

Sitting on the sofa, Vicky's spine tingled. With his own eyes, he had witnessed the exact moment his wife took another man's cock completely inside her. As her body leaned back down and sank onto Kathir, her breasts and thali pressed against Kathir's chest. Vicky's breath hitched. Even though the thought, 'Inside my wife... inside my Sandhya... there is another man right now!' pierced and tore his chest apart, his manhood celebrated it. His hands automatically grabbed his own cock and started stroking it fast.

For Kathir, this was pure magic. After twenty years of struggles, this was the very first moment he felt the depths of a woman skin-to-skin, with a full erection, without any muscle cramp, pain, or trembling. His brain didn't secrete any adrenaline; instead, it felt complete safety in Sandhya's embrace.

Sandhya continued the kiss again. While her lips frantically tasted his, she rotated her hips in circles and began moving up and down gracefully.

Every time she came down, Kathir's cock deeply touched the entrance of her cervix. "Bhanu... Bhanu..." he murmured between kisses. His hands caressed her back and slid his fingers into her hair.

Sandhya slowly pulled away from his lips and drenched his jaw, neck, and chest with kisses. With every movement, the gold thali chain resting between her breasts made a soft jingling sound, rubbing against Kathir's face and chest.

"Relax, Kathir... don't hold your breath... feel me..." murmuring near his ear, she gradually increased the speed of her ride.

Closing his eyes, Kathir experienced every atom of that divine pleasure. His hands kneaded Sandhya's breasts. Every time she rode up and down on him, her breasts brushed against his face and bounced. He wrapped his arms around her neck again, sought her lips, and captured them.

In the room, the sound of kisses, the *smack... smack...* sound of Sandhya's hips slapping against Kathir's thighs, and the sound of Vicky stroking his cock on the sofa combined to create a symphony of lust.

While tasting Kathir's lips, Sandhya took the speed of her hips to the peak. Kathir's body cooperated with her completely. Without any panic, matching her game, he thrust his hips upwards from below.

In that battle of kisses mixed with love and lust, Sandhya's climax approached first. Without hiding that she was climaxing in front of Vicky, she tilted her head back, moaned loudly, "Kathir... aaah... Kathir... I can't take it... I'm cumming...", and reached her climax as her body convulsed. Her pussy walls contracted and expanded, gripping Kathir's cock tightly.

That tightness and her deep moan triggered Kathir's climax. Moaning in a deep voice, "Bhanu... I'm cumming too......", Kathir squirted his hot semen completely into the depths of her womb. Without any rush or trembling, he unloaded his lust inside her as a complete, healthy man.

Once she reached her climax, without any exhaustion, Sandhya slumped right onto Kathir's chest, buried her face deeply against his chest, and hugged him tightly. Kathir also wrapped his arms around her, embraced her, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

Lying like that for a few minutes, Sandhya slowly pulled away from Kathir and stood up. Kathir's warm cum was trickling down her thighs. Flashing a mysterious smile at Vicky sitting on the sofa, she looked at both of them, said, "Order something for dinner," and walked towards the bathroom.

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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.

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The next morning. Soft morning sunlight filtered in through the bedroom curtains.

Kathir woke up first. He looked down. Sandhya still had her face buried against his chest, fast asleep like a child. So as not to disturb her sleep, he very gently moved her arms aside, rested her head on the pillow, and got up.

Going to the bathroom, he relieved himself, washed his face, and returned to the bedroom feeling refreshed.

With the blanket pushed aside on the bed, the beauty of Sandhya sleeping completely naked looked like a painting in that morning light. The thick thali chain resting on her bare chest rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing.

Kathir slowly climbed onto the bed and lay down beside her. Love and lust surged together in his heart. He leaned down and pressed his lips onto the sleeping Sandhya's forehead.

Then, he began to kiss her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and her closed eyelids very gently. When his warm lips moved down and brushed against the curve of her neck, Sandhya slowly stirred from her sleep.

With a soft whimper of "Mmm...", without even opening her eyes, she arched her body and stretched. As she arched like that, both her full breasts rose right in front of Kathir's face.

Without any delay, Kathir cupped both her breasts in his hands and began to capture and taste their red nipples alternately in his mouth. Driven by the 36-hour potency of the Tadalafil pill he had taken the previous night, Kathir's cock was still at full erection, rubbing warmly against her thigh.

Sandhya's body shivered at that wave of morning pleasure. Opening her eyes halfway, she looked at Kathir and flashed an alluring smile. Sliding her fingers into his hair and stroking it, she gently pushed Kathir's head—which was busy tasting her breasts—downward!

Kathir understood what Sandhya was asking for in a split second.

Kissing her smooth stomach and deep navel along the way, he moved down. Sandhya spread both her buttery thighs wide, making way for him.

Bending down between her legs, Kathir deeply inhaled the scent of her womanhood. Then, sticking his tongue out, he parted her delicate pussy lips from bottom to top and licked her.

"Aaah... Kathir... ssss..." Gripping the pillow, Sandhya moaned in pleasure.

Supporting and lifting her plump buttocks from underneath with both hands, Kathir buried his face completely into her pussy. His tongue sought out her clitoris, circling and swirling around it; every now and then, he thrust his tongue deep into her lustful opening, sucking and drinking up every single drop of the morning nectar secreting inside.

Lifting one of her legs and dbanging it over Kathir's shoulder, Sandhya pressed and held his head firmly against her pussy. The silence of that room was filled only with the wet sounds of Kathir sucking and slurping her pussy, and Sandhya's lustful moans.

Kathir's swirling tongue and the continuous suction of his lips carried Sandhya straight to a morning orgasm.

Moaning, "Aaah... Kathir... ssss...!", her hips bucked upward, and clamping her thighs tightly around his face, she reached her climax as her body trembled. Once Kathir had completely finished tasting her honey of lust, Sandhya planted a kiss on his forehead and got up from the bed.

Going straight to the bathroom, she cleaned herself up, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and stepped out.

Instead of going back to the bedroom, she walked into the hall completely naked just like that, with the thali chain gleaming around her neck.

There, on the mattress spread out on the floor, Vicky was still sleeping with the blanket pulled all the way over his head. Deep down, she knew that her sleeping with Kathir in the bedroom last night would have certainly caused Vicky some heartache.

Silently walking over to the mattress, Sandhya slipped under Vicky's blanket and lay pressed against him. Her cool, soft, naked body brushed against Vicky's warm frame. Hugging Vicky tightly, she began kissing his cheek, neck, and lips one after another.

Vicky slowly opened his eyes.

For the man who had cried himself to sleep past midnight after seeing Sandhya asleep on Kathir's chest, waking up in the morning to find his wife lying on his own chest and kissing him affectionately melted away half the burden in his heart. Although a trace of last night's pain still lingered inside him, two things transformed him immediately.

One was this possessive love and warmth Sandhya showed by seeking him out first thing in the morning! The other was the 36-hour potency of the 10 mg Tadalafil pill he had taken the previous night!

As the pill's power combined with his natural morning wood, the very instant Sandhya's bare breasts brushed against his chest, Vicky's cock woke up like an iron rod inside his dhoti. As the exhaustion and sorrow of the previous night vanished, lust surged within Vicky once again. Embracing Sandhya tightly in return, he fiercely tasted her lips and returned her kisses.

After tasting his lips for a few minutes, Sandhya made sure that his mood had completely shifted.

Pushing the blanket aside completely, she slowly moved down. Pulling aside the dhoti Vicky was wearing, she knelt between his legs.

Veins bulging, Vicky's cock was throbbing at full erection. Looking into Vicky's eyes with love, Sandhya held his cock in her hand, planted a kiss on its head, and took it completely into her mouth!

"Aaah... ..." Closing his eyes in pleasure, Vicky tilted his head back.

The blowjob that had been stopped halfway during the card game last night, Sandhya now began giving her husband this morning in full measure, with interest. Her head bobbed rapidly up and down over Vicky's lap. With her saliva dripping, she took his cock all the way down to the base into her throat and sucked.

Stroking her hair, Vicky thrust his hips upward to meet her. Having reached a climax from Kathir's tongue just moments ago, Sandhya was now worshipping her husband's manhood with her mouth.

In that deep oral magic of Sandhya's, filled with both love and lust, all the bitterness in Vicky's mind melted away, and his body began moving rapidly toward its climax.

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All the bitterness from the previous night in Vicky's mind was slowly melting away in that deep oral magic of Sandhya's. As Vicky lay flat on his back on the mattress in the hall, Sandhya's head bobbed rapidly up and down over his lap. As her throat swallowed his cock all the way down to its root, wet sounds of *"Gluck... slurp..."* echoed in that quiet room. Closing his eyes in pleasure, Vicky tilted his head back and moaned.

Just then, casually lifting her head to look, Sandhya noticed Kathir standing off to the side, watching them. His gaze shifted back and forth between Sandhya's mouth tasting Vicky's cock on one side, and her plump buttocks kneeling naked on the other. There was no jealousy in his eyes; instead, a kind of hesitation and yearning were visible. Along with that, it was obvious that Kathir's cock was erect and throbbing inside his dhoti once again.

Pulling Vicky's cock out of her mouth, Sandhya flashed a sly smile at Kathir. Waving her hand, she gestured for him to come closer.

Unable to hide his erect cock, Kathir walked over hesitantly, step by step, and came near the mattress where they were.

Moving slightly away from Vicky, Sandhya looked straight into Kathir's eyes. "Kathir... you mentioned that day that in your past life, you always had a hesitation to try 'doggy style', right?" she asked in a soft, yet provocative voice.

Kathir nodded slightly. "Yes, Bhanu..."

"Break that hesitation right now. You can do it," Sandhya encouraged him.

To make room for Kathir, Vicky, who had been lying flat on the mattress until then, scooted back slightly and sat comfortably leaning his back against the lower part of the sofa adjacent to the mattress. Kneeling in front of Vicky, Sandhya arched her body, turning and lifting her plump buttocks towards Kathir.

Untying his dhoti, Kathir came behind her, knelt on the mattress, and held her waist. His iron-rod-like cock was brushing against the entrance of her pussy.

Watching this scene, a thought ran through Vicky's mind: 'Damn it, she's my wife, da. Did you only find my wife to try doggy style for the very first time?' Yet, that very thought brought a strange laugh and a perverse thrill within him. His cock stood even more fiercely erect.

As Kathir paused hesitantly, Sandhya herself reached her hand back, grabbed Kathir's cock, and guided it right into her wet pussy.

With a *"Schluck..."* sound, Kathir's large cock buried itself completely inside her.

"Aaah... Bhanu..." Kathir moaned at the pleasure of entering from that new angle for the very first time.

Kathir slowly began to move his hips. Each of his thrusts was deep and firm. The sound of his thighs slapping against Sandhya's buttocks began to fill the room.

While Kathir was pounding her from behind, Sandhya turned her attention back to Vicky, who was sitting on the mattress leaning against the sofa in front of her.

Bending down, she once again captured Vicky's erect cock completely into her mouth and began sucking at her previous pace.

Now, Sandhya served as a bridge of lust between the two men. On one side, Vicky's cock was sliding in and out of her throat, while on the other side, Kathir's cock was pounding deeply into her pussy.

At that moment, Vicky's eyes and Kathir's eyes accidentally met directly. Vicky looked at Kathir while enjoying the pleasure of his wife's mouth; Kathir looked at Vicky while fucking her. Neither anger nor hatred arose between the two. Instead, with a silent understanding and without showing any awkward expression, both gently averted their gazes and focused their entire attention solely on the rare double pleasure (a double penetration fantasy come true) Sandhya was experiencing.

As the speed of Kathir's thrusts increased, Sandhya grabbed one of Kathir's hands and placed it over her pussy. Pausing her sucking on Vicky for a moment, she said, "Kathir... stroke my clitoris... mmm... right there... rub it in circles just like that..." and went right back to sucking Vicky.

Kathir did exactly as she asked. With one of his hands rubbing her clit, his hips fucking her deeply, and her mouth frantically sucking Vicky's cock... the entire room vibrated with the ultimate cries of lust.

"Aaah... Kathir... Vicky... mmm... ssss..." moaning loudly, Sandhya reached her climax.

Feeling Sandhya climaxing, Kathir's speed also hit its peak. "Bhanu...... aaah..." he too cried out in pleasure.

At the exact same time, with a loud groan, Vicky's hips bucked upwards on their own. "Aaah... mmm... aaaah..."

All three of them reached that state of supreme ecstasy (simultaneous orgasm) together at the exact same moment.

Vicky squirted his hot, thick semen completely into Sandhya's mouth. Sandhya swallowed every single drop of it without leaving anything behind.

At the same time, with a deep groan, Kathir poured his flood of semen into the depths of Sandhya's pussy. Her pussy was filled to the brim.

Taking the lust of both men completely inside her—one man's semen in her mouth, and the other man's semen in her pussy—Sandhya served as the medicine for their mental wounds and physical yearnings all at once.

Panting heavily, without a single word, their bodies drenched in sweat, all three slumped limply onto the mattress in the quiet of the morning.

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After that intense morning union, the three of them lay flat on their backs in a row on that mattress. With Sandhya lying in the middle, Vicky and Kathir lay on either side of her, steadying their rapid breathing.

For a few minutes, the room was filled only with the sound of their breathing.

After a while, Vicky turned his head and looked at Sandhya. "Shall we... leave for home now?" he asked slowly.

Hearing this question, the face of Kathir, who was lying on the other side, suddenly wilted. For him, who had suffered in loneliness for so many days, Sandhya's closeness felt like paradise. The yearning and sadness of wondering whether it was already coming to an end were blatantly visible in his eyes.

Sensing Kathir's mood, Sandhya turned onto her side to face Vicky. Affectionately caressing Vicky's chest with her soft fingers, she asked in a pleading, sweet voice, "Today is Saturday, right... we have tomorrow off too. Why don't we spend tonight here as well and go home tomorrow morning? Please..."

For a moment, Vicky was at a loss for words. Even though there was a hesitation inside him about staying here for another night, the supreme pleasure Sandhya had given him just moments ago, and the way she was asking while stroking his chest, didn't let him refuse.

With a sigh, Vicky nodded, "Alright... as you wish."

As soon as Vicky agreed, Sandhya smiled very happily. On the other side, for Kathir, who was listening to this, it felt as if his life had been restored; immense relief and happiness spread across his face.

Sitting up enthusiastically, Sandhya gathered her messy hair and tied it up into a bun.

"Alright, don't lie around like lazybones, both of you get up. Today, I will cook both breakfast and lunch for you with my own hands. In the evening, the three of us can go out somewhere together. Okay?" she said with the authority and affection of the lady of the house.

Looking at each other with a smile, Kathir and Vicky agreed to her plan. As the lustful yearnings of a moment ago faded away, the three of them began their Saturday together in high spirits.

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Sandhya went to the kitchen and looked around. Since Kathir lived alone, there weren't many ingredients needed for cooking.

Returning to the hall, Sandhya said, "Kathir, there aren't many of the items needed for cooking in the kitchen. Along with milk, we need to buy some groceries too. Order groceries online right away."

Kathir opened an online delivery app on his mobile and handed it to Sandhya. "Select whatever you need to cook yourself, Bhanu," he said.

Sandhya took the phone, added the milk, vegetables, and groceries needed for breakfast and lunch one by one into the cart, and placed the order.

"It will take at least twenty minutes for the delivery to arrive. Let's not sit idle until then; shall we do some warm-up and workout?" Sandhya asked.

Kathir nodded enthusiastically. While Vicky and Kathir wore just boxers around their waists, Sandhya had already put on the thin cotton nighty she wore the previous night before going into the kitchen.

Kathir brought out the dumbbells he kept in the corner of his room. He demonstrated a few exercises for the shoulders and arms to Vicky and Sandhya. While Sandhya, who went to the gym daily, did them somewhat easily, Vicky, who wasn't in the habit of exercising, struggled a bit to lift the weight.

Next, Kathir took them to the adjacent room. There, he had mounted a sturdy pull-up bar on one of the walls.

Seeing that, Sandhya said in surprise, "Wow Kathir! You have a pull-up bar setup right at home? That's super!"

Smiling, Kathir gripped the bar and hung from it. He remembered the doctor's advice very well—under no circumstances should he hold his breath or tighten his pelvic floor muscles. Exhaling calmly, using only the strength of his arms, he neatly demonstrated five pull-ups. Vicky watched in awe as his back muscles expanded and contracted.

Once Kathir stepped down, Sandhya said to Vicky, "Vicky, you're surprised just watching Kathir do this... do you know how our gym trainer does pull-ups?"

Laughing, Kathir added, "Yes, Vicky. He doesn't do pull-ups normally. He ties a weight belt around his waist, and as if that isn't enough, he clamps a heavy dumbbell between his two feet and does pull-ups effortlessly!"

Vicky's jaw dropped. "What? Pull-ups with weight tied to the waist and a dumbbell between the feet? Can a human being even do all that?" he marveled.

"Wait, let me try," said Sandhya, jumping up in her nighty to grip the bar. As a result of the training she had taken at the gym over the past few weeks, she put in the effort and neatly completed three pull-ups.

"Super, Bhanu!" Kathir clapped.

Then both of them looked at Vicky and invited him, "Now it's your turn, Vicky. Come on, give it a try!"

Hesitantly, Vicky went over, gripped the bar, and hung from it. He tried as hard as he could to pull his body up, but he couldn't rise even an inch. His arms trembled. Within a second, he jumped down and hung his head in slight embarrassment.

However, neither Kathir nor Sandhya laughed at him.

Kathir immediately patted Vicky's shoulder and said, "Vicky, don't feel bad. Pull-ups are the hardest exercise there is. Nobody can do it right on the first try. It only comes with regular practice."

Sandhya also encouraged him, "Yes, Vicky. In the beginning, I couldn't even grip the bar and hang. Try one more time; you can definitely do at least one!"

The encouragement the two of them gave sparked a determination inside Vicky. Gripping the bar and hanging once again, Vicky gathered all his willpower, gritted his teeth, pulled his body up with veins bulging, brought his chin above the bar, and successfully completed one full pull-up!

As soon as he jumped down, Sandhya and Kathir clapped enthusiastically and praised him. When Kathir patted him on the back saying, "Next level, Vicky! Super!", a newfound self-confidence was born within Vicky.

As the three of them continued doing push-ups and planks on the floor, the doorbell rang at the entrance. The groceries they had ordered had arrived!

According to Sandhya's plan, the morning was moving along beautifully—not only dispelling Kathir's loneliness, but also planting a new physical and mental strength within Vicky.

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Hearing the doorbell, Kathir immediately wrapped a dhoti over his boxers, went to the door, opened it, and collected the groceries. Vicky also picked up his dhoti and tied it over his boxers.

Sandhya took the bags and went straight into the kitchen. First, she boiled the milk and brought out aromatic, piping hot coffee for the three of them. Tired from the workout, all three sat on the sofa and relished the coffee.

After finishing the coffee, Kathir and Vicky together lifted the large mattress lying in the hall and put it back in the guest room. As Sandhya began sweeping and cleaning the house, Vicky and Kathir didn't just sit idle; they pitched in to help her by moving things aside and cleaning up the place.

Once the house was clean, Sandhya came to the hall from the kitchen carrying lukewarm sesame oil in a small bowl. She had ordered sesame oil along with the groceries.

"Today is Saturday... both of you take an oil bath. It will cool down your body heat and relieve the fatigue from last night's game. Come on, I'll rub it on for you myself," she said with a mischievous smile.

As both men sat on the floor below the sofa, Sandhya first sat on the sofa behind Vicky.

Pouring the sesame oil into her palm, she placed it on the crown of Vicky's head and began rubbing it in. As her soft fingers worked through his hair, pressing and massaging his scalp, Vicky closed his eyes in bliss. Just like that, she applied and rubbed the oil onto his neck, shoulders, and back. Vicky melted under his wife's attentive care.

Next, Sandhya asked Vicky to sit a little further away, scooted over slightly on the sofa, and sat behind Kathir.

Sliding her oiled fingers into Kathir's thick hair, Sandhya massaged his head very romantically and unhurriedly. Her fingers circled his temples and the edges of his earlobes.

Then, taking a generous amount of oil from the bowl into her hands, she smeared it over Kathir's broad, toned shoulders, chest, and back. Her slick palms glided smoothly over his iron-like chest muscles. Sitting closely behind him, as her hands grazed over his nipples applying the oil, Sandhya's warm breath brushed against Kathir's ear. Her breasts pressed firmly and rubbed against Kathir's strong back.

Closing his eyes, Kathir savored every single bit of her sensual touch, a blend of maternal care and lust.

"Both of you sit just like that for fifteen minutes and let the oil soak in. Meanwhile, I'll go take a bath and come back to get breakfast ready," Sandhya said, heading into the bathroom.

Finishing her bath, tying her dripping wet hair in a towel, and wearing another pretty nighty she had brought along, Sandhya stepped out looking refreshed.

"Now both of you go take a bath and come," she sent them off and went straight into the kitchen.

While Vicky and Kathir bathed separately in the two bathrooms, scrubbing the oil off in hot water, in the kitchen, Sandhya was preparing piping hot, fluffy pooris and aromatic potato masala.

Coming out after his bath, Vicky took out and wore a pair of track pants and a t-shirt that Sandhya had packed in her bag. Kathir wore a dhoti and a t-shirt.

As both of them came to the dining table drying their hair, Sandhya asked them to wait for a bit. Hunger was pinching all three of their stomachs. Frying pooris on one stove, Sandhya was stirring the potato masala on the other.

While cooking, she said, "I've put my clothes that needed washing into the washing machine. Why don't the two of you put your clothes in, turn it on, and come back?"

By the time both of them put their clothes in the washing machine and returned, Sandhya had finished cooking.

She served steaming hot pooris and potato masala to both Vicky and Kathir. Without any awkwardness from the lustful games of the previous night, chatting and laughing very naturally, the three of them sat together and enjoyed breakfast.

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Once breakfast was over, with full hearts, the three of them came to the hall and sat on the large sofa. As some program played on the TV, a conversation came up about where to go out in the evening.

"Wouldn't it be nice to go to some quiet, ancient place in the evening?" Sandhya asked.

Kathir immediately said, "Shall we go to the Begur Panchalingeshwara Temple? It's a temple that's over a thousand years old."

"Wow... super idea!" said Sandhya, and enthusiastically began talking about the history of that temple. "I've read that the very first inscription mentioning the name 'Bengaluru' is in that temple. It was built in the ninth century during the period of the Western Ganga Dynasty. In Tamil history, they are called the 'Gangas of Talakad'."

Surprised, Vicky asked, "Gangas of Talakad? I never heard anything about them when I studied in college?"

Sandhya smiled faintly and explained. "Yes, Vicky, that's the biggest shame! In South Indian history, this is a very important dynasty that ruled for nearly 700 years. Yet in our CBSE syllabus, there isn't even a single line about them; only in the Karnataka State Board do they have a small lesson just for the sake of it. They first started their capital in Kolar, then shifted their capital to Talakad near Mysore, and later on to Bengaluru (Manyapura) and ruled. Why, in present-day Tamil Nadu, they even ruled the Kongu Nadu regions like Dharmapuri, Krishnagiri, Salem, Erode, and Coimbatore, as well as the areas surrounding Vellore!"

Kathir interrupted eagerly, "Yes, Bhanu. Initially, in the Battle of Takkolam fought between the Cholas and them, it was this Ganga king who shot an arrow and brought down the Chola prince Rajaditya Chola while he was mounted on an elephant. That's why he is referred to in history as *'Aanai Mel Thunjiya Devar'* (the king who died on the back of an elephant). However, later on, Rajaraja Chola and Rajendra Chola invaded, put an end to the 700-year rule of this Ganga dynasty, and brought this entire Bengaluru region under the Chola Empire."

"Correct, Kathir!" said Sandhya, and concluded, "Similarly, their contribution to art and literature was no ordinary feat. The world-famous 57-foot-tall Gommateshwara (Bahubali) monolithic statue in Shravanabelagola was carved during their period. They also did a lot for the growth of Kannada and Sanskrit literature. Later on, the Cholas and the Vijayanagara Emperor Krishnadevaraya expanded and built this Begur temple even further."

Listening to their historical knowledge in awe, Vicky said, "Is it a place with such great history? Then we are definitely going there this evening!"

While talking, Sandhya leaned back in the middle of the sofa, lay down resting her head on Vicky's lap, and stretched both her legs out across Kathir's lap.

Now, her head rested on her husband's lap, and her legs rested on her lover's lap!

Watching the TV, Vicky's fingers gently stroked Sandhya's hair. Just like that, one of his hands moved down her cheek and the curve of her neck, slowly beginning to caress the swells and valleys of her full breasts right over her nighty.

On the other side, holding Sandhya's feet resting on his lap with his large hands, Kathir began to gently press and massage them. Caressing the anklets on her ankles with his fingers, Kathir slowly lifted her nighty slightly above her knees. Kathir's warm palms glided and stroked over her smooth calves and buttery thighs.

While Vicky was kneading her breasts along with her nighty on one side, on the other side, Kathir was stroking her thighs, occasionally bending down to kiss her feet and calves with his lips. Closing her eyes, floating in the romantic touches of both men, Sandhya savored the pleasure with a soft moan.

After that playful teasing continued for a while, realizing that it would turn into a full-blown game again, Sandhya sat up laughing. At the exact same time, the washing machine beeped, signaling that the laundry cycle was complete.

"Enough fondling from both of you... I'll go hang the clothes to dry and start cooking for lunch," she said, adjusting her nighty and standing up.

Kathir got up right behind her and helped spread the clothes out on the lines in the balcony. In that narrow space, the two of them brushed against each other frequently. Then, while turning back after hanging the clothes to dry, Kathir hugged Sandhya tightly from behind and planted affectionate kisses on the back of her neck and earlobes. Closing her eyes and enjoying it for a few seconds, Sandhya whimpered playfully, "Enough, let go... I have to go cook," pushed his hands away, and went into the hall.

Following her into the hall, Kathir asked, "Bhanu, shall I come into the kitchen too, to chop vegetables or help with anything else?"

Pointing her index finger, Sandhya affectionately commanded, "No... nobody should come near the kitchen when I'm cooking. Both of you sit right here in the hall and watch TV. I'll first make tea and give it to you, and then get lunch ready," and walked into the kitchen.

In a short while, she made aromatic ginger tea, served it to both of them, drank hers as well, and immersed herself back in cooking.

Sitting in the hall drinking tea and watching TV, Vicky and Kathir now began chatting like close friends without any hesitation. Their conversation turned toward movies and actresses.

As they kept talking, it came out that both of them shared a special fascination for Latina actresses!

Excitedly, Vicky asked, "Kathir, have you watched the series *The Game of Keys*? That girl who plays the character 'Adriana' in it... Maite Perroni..."

Kathir's eyes lit up immediately. "Oh, Maite Perroni! The one who comes in the *Dark Desire* series! She's my all-time favorite Latina babe, Vicky! What a face, what a body she has!" he said in a daze.

Then, thinking for a moment, Kathir said, "But I haven't watched that *The Game of Keys* you're talking about."

"I like her a lot too, Kathir. In that series, her expressions and her hotness are just next level! That series is on Amazon Prime Video. It's a Mexican Spanish series. It has a very wild, kinky plotline. There are 3 seasons in total. The first 2 seasons are super, but the third season is a total bore. Because Maite Perroni only appears in the first 2 seasons!" Vicky shared his taste and explained about the series.

Both were surprised and happy to see that their tastes matched so closely. Immediately, Kathir picked up the remote, searched for *The Game of Keys* starring Maite Perroni, and played it on the TV.

While the sound and aroma of Sandhya tempering gravy wafted from the kitchen, Vicky and Kathir sat in the hall watching the series, admiring the beauty of that Latina actress.

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The mouthwatering aroma wafting from the kitchen drew in Vicky and Kathir, who were watching TV. Right on time for lunch, Sandhya finished cooking and called both of them to eat.

On the dining table, Sandhya had prepared and laid out a complete feast—steaming hot rice, aromatic mor kuzhambu (buttermilk curry), pepper rasam, potato poriyal, appalam, and finally, semiya payasam (vermicelli kheer) fragrant with ghee.

The three of them sat down together and began to eat.

As Kathir mixed the first mouthful of rice with the mor kuzhambu and put it in his mouth, his eyes teared up without him even realizing it. His throat choked slightly. Having grown used to eating only restaurant food and whatever mediocre meals he cooked for himself over the past several months since his divorce, he had completely forgotten the taste of authentic homemade food cooked and served by the hands of such a loving woman.

Every single dish tasted like ambrosia. As Sandhya attentively served him poriyal and payasam, Kathir melted completely inside. Even more than the physical pleasure she had given him last night, this filling meal she served him this afternoon completely drove away his loneliness. Vicky too ate his fill, praising Sandhya's cooking.

Once lunch was over and they washed their hands, the clock showed exactly two in the afternoon. From his pillbox, Kathir took out his daily dose of one 'Tazzle 5 mg' (Tadalafil) tablet and swallowed it with water.

Watching that, Vicky said with a mischievous smile, "Kathir... that pill you gave me yesterday was really too good! It worked on a whole other level."

Hearing Vicky bring up his performance from the previous night, Sandhya and Kathir laughed out loud.

Laughing, Kathir said, "Yes, Vicky. But whether I eat a meal or not, I have to take this 5 mg daily dose at sharp 2 PM every day. Only then will its level remain steady in the body."

Curious, Sandhya asked, "Then when do you take that Magnesium Glycinate, Kathir?"

"That has to be taken before going to sleep at night, Bhanu. It relaxes the muscles and gives a good night's sleep too. Even last night, I took it right after we finished dinner," Kathir said.

Once they finished talking, the drowsiness of that satisfying meal made all three of their eyelids heavy. Deciding to rest until the evening, they brought the large mattress back out into the hall and took a short afternoon nap together.

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Around four in the evening, all three woke up.

Right when coming to Kathir's house, Sandhya had very thoughtfully packed spare clothes and essentials needed for two days in her bag.

The three of them got ready to leave for the temple.

Sandhya stepped out wearing a beautiful, traditional lehenga she had specially brought along to wear to the temple. The curve of her waist and her striking figure visible through the dupatta made her look like a princess.

Kathir took out brand-new dhotis from his wardrobe, handed them to Vicky, and said, "Vicky, pick and wear whichever dhoti you like."

As Vicky selected and tied a handsome bordered dhoti from Kathir, Sandhya took out a nice shirt she had brought for Vicky and helped him put it on. Kathir too got ready, looking majestic in a dhoti and shirt.

Looking just like members of the same family, with bright faces and smiles, the three of them set out toward the thousand-year-old Begur Panchalingeshwara Temple.

All three got into Kathir's car. On the way to the temple, Kathir drove, while Vicky sat next to him in the front passenger seat. Sandhya sat in the middle of the back seat, enjoying the conversation between the two of them along the way.

In a short while, the car reached the Begur Panchalingeshwara Temple.

As soon as they entered the temple, the peace prevailing there and the coolness of the thousand-year-old stones gave their minds a divine serenity. Walking along, the three of them marveled at the intricate stone sculptures from the Western Ganga and Chola periods. One after another, they offered their heartfelt prayers to the Panchalingas and the other deities inside.

After finishing their darshan, the three of them were walking slowly along the outer corridor of the temple.

Just then, near the shrine of 'Chandikeswarar', a teenage girl stood with her mother and younger brother, clapping her hands loudly as she prayed to Chandikeswarar.

Noticing them speaking among themselves, Sandhya realized that they were Tamilians too. Immediately, with a smile, Sandhya walked over to the girl.

"You shouldn't clap your hands like this in front of Chandikeswarar," Sandhya said gently.

The girl and her mother turned and looked at her in surprise.

Sandhya explained gracefully. "This Chandikeswarar is the chief accountant in a Shiva temple. All the property of this temple belongs to him. Therefore, to show that we, having visited the temple, aren't taking any of its belongings back with us, we should gently rub and dust off both palms together without clapping loudly. Also, he keeps an account of everyone visiting the temple, like taking attendance. So we should softly tell him our name, Rasi (Moon sign), and Nakshatra (Birth star) before leaving."

Hearing this, the teenage girl smiled brightly and said, "Thanks, Akka! I had no idea about this."

Her mother, standing beside her, also beamed with a warm smile and inquired affectionately, "Are you Tamil too, dear? Very happy to meet you. Have you come to the temple alone?"

"No, I've come with my husband. He and a friend of ours are talking right over there," Sandhya said, gesturing toward Kathir and Vicky standing a short distance away.

Delighted, the mother said, "Is that so! I've come with my husband too. Look over there, the man standing and distributing sweet pongal (Sakkarai Pongal) to everyone coming by... that's him! I lovingly cooked it at home myself today to distribute to the devotees visiting the temple. Come, you and your husband come get some sweet pongal too!" she invited them with an innocent, pure heart.

Signaling to Vicky and Kathir to join her, Sandhya walked behind the lady.

The very instant he saw the husband standing there distributing sweet pongal to the devotees, Vicky, who was walking in front, suddenly froze in shock, slowed down his pace, and stepped back behind everyone else!

Sandhya looked closely... The man standing there was none other than Aadhi—the very same man who had put on the act of a 'good family man' at the swimming pool to trap Sandhya, only to get slapped across the face by her!

Although Sandhya was stunned for a second at first, she composed herself the very next instant. Thinking of the poetic justice of this situation, laughter bubbled up inside her beyond her control.

"Dear, these people are from our home state too. Give some sweet pongal to this girl and her husband," Aadhi's wife said.

Aadhi, who was bending down scooping pongal into leaf cups, looked up.

That was it! Seeing Bhanu (Sandhya) right in front of his family, and Vicky standing behind her, Aadhi was scared out of his wits! His insides trembled; the ladle in his hand shook as if it would slip and fall.

Sandhya, however, smiled very modestly as if she had never seen him before in her life, held out her hand, and took the leaf cup of sweet pongal.

Even in his wildest dreams, Aadhi wouldn't have imagined that he would once again be serving his wife's homemade sweet pongal to this woman with his own hands! How she had slapped him hard across the face at his flat that day and asked, *"The sweet pongal you brought saying your wife made it was so wonderful! Having such a good wife at home, why the hell are you wandering outside, da?"* echoed like thunder in his ears, tormenting him. Yet, in front of his wife and children, he couldn't even let out a squeak!

Kathir came and stood right behind Sandhya. Seeing the tall, well-built, and majestic Kathir standing there, Aadhi was intimidated. 'Who is this guy looking so stiff and muscular? She has a husband like this?' confused, he handed a cup of pongal to Kathir.

Vicky, who came up last, looked straight into Aadhi's eyes and took the sweet pongal from him while flashing a mocking, smug smirk. Aadhi broke into a heavy sweat.

As they stood talking, Sandhya casually held Kathir's arm and introduced him to Aadhi's wife, "This is Kathir... my husband!"

That single sentence made Kathir's heart skip a beat for a second!

In that sacred, thousand-year-old Shiva temple, when Bhanu (Sandhya), dressed auspiciously and standing beside him, held his arm and told others, *"This is my husband,"* an electric current coursed through Kathir's entire body. An indescribable pride and emotion surged within his heart, which had yearned so long for love and a partner. A sweet longing—*'Even though this is just an act, couldn't she have been my wife in real life too?'*—caressed his chest.

At the same time, Aadhi, who was listening to this, glared slightly at Sandhya as if to say, *"You know what will happen if I tell your husband about you right now, right?"* Seeing Aadhi glaring at her, Sandhya could barely contain the laughter inside her.

Just then, Aadhi's daughter looked at Vicky and asked, "Then who is that uncle, Akka?"

"He is Vicky... our friend," Sandhya said casually.

Since there was still some sweet pongal left in the vessel, Aadhi had to stay back alone to distribute it to the incoming devotees.

Kathir looked at Sandhya and said, "Bhanu, shall we go sit in front of that mandapam entrance and talk?"

Immediately, Aadhi's wife said, "Oh, is your name Bhanu? Very nice name! Come, let's all go sit over there and chat," and leaving Aadhi standing there all alone, she went and sat down with them.

Right before Aadhi's eyes, a short distance away, Sandhya, Kathir, and Vicky sat in a circle with Aadhi's wife and children, relishing the sweet pongal and chatting away cheerfully.

Standing alone, Aadhi was fuming inside! Worse still, watching Vicky—the guy who had had sex with Bhanu (Sandhya) right on his own bedroom mattress that day—now sitting and laughing with his own wife, churned Aadhi's stomach!

After finishing the sweet pongal, the three of them wholeheartedly praised Aadhi's wife, saying, "The sweet pongal tastes just like ambrosia! We have never eaten sweet pongal like this before."

Beaming with pride, Aadhi's wife immediately looked at her son and said, "Kanna, go tell Appa that he's distributed enough to others, and ask him to bring the remaining sweet pongal over for us."

The boy ran over to Aadhi and said, "Appa! Bhanu Akka really liked the sweet pongal, and she wants some more! You've given enough to others, bring the rest over!" and brought him along.

Left with no choice, Aadhi carried the remaining sweet pongal over, sat down with them, and served a second helping to Sandhya, Kathir, and Vicky with his own hands!

To hide his nervousness, Aadhi tried making small talk with Kathir. Kathir replied casually. As they spoke, Sandhya deliberately sat very close to Kathir with her shoulder brushing against his, kept Kathir's hand resting on her lap, and answered a few of the questions herself.

Then, Aadhi's wife looked at Vicky and asked, "Aren't you married yet?"

Glancing at Aadhi from the corner of his eye, Vicky said to Aadhi's wife, "If I find a good woman like you, who cooks such wonderful, delicious sweet pongal... I will get married the very next second!"

Hearing this, Aadhi's wife was touched and blushed with a smile. Aadhi's face, meanwhile, darkened with rage.

Later, as Aadhi's daughter eagerly asked about the current state of the IT job market, Kathir and Vicky guided her very clearly. Aadhi's younger son also listened to them with keen interest.

After a while, as it began to get dark, everyone walked out of the temple.

While bidding farewell to Aadhi's family, standing near Kathir's car, Sandhya looked at Vicky and said, "Vicky, come in our car itself, we'll drop you off," and making sure Aadhi's family was watching, she opened the front door and sat in the front passenger seat of Kathir's car! Vicky climbed into the back seat.

The very second Kathir started the car and pulled out of the temple premises...

Sandhya in the front seat and Vicky in the back seat burst into uncontrollable, roaring laughter!

Kathir, who was driving the car, didn't understand a thing. Confused, he asked, "What was that, Bhanu? Why did you introduce me as your husband to them? And why are the two of you laughing so hard right now?"

Trying to catch their breath between laughs, Sandhya and Vicky took turns narrating the entire story of Aadhi in detail—how he had cast his net for her at the swimming pool, how he brought the sweet pongal made by his wife, how he fell for her fake office-affair story and offered his own flat for her illicit rendezvous, how Vicky and she went there posing as lovers and had sex in his bedroom while he waited outside, and how she finally slapped him across the face.

Listening to this, Kathir was left amazed. "Wow... it was so daring of both of you! Looking at his face back there, I felt half-sorry for him, and at the same time, it was hilarious!" he said, joining in their laughter.

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At the exact same time... inside Aadhi's car!

Aadhi was driving with a grim, scowling face. Sitting in the passenger seat next to him, his wife said proudly, "Dear, how beautiful, good-natured, and traditional that girl Bhanu is, visiting temples and all, right?"

Already burning with jealousy inside, Aadhi couldn't contain his rage and yelled perversely, "Yeah, right... how do you know she's a good woman? Right now, she might ditch this husband and go straight to a pub! Why, that friend Vicky who came along... she might even be having an affair with him!"

Hearing her husband suddenly speak so filthily about a woman they barely knew, Aadhi's wife's face flushed with embarrassment.

Sitting in the back seat, Aadhi's teenage daughter felt disgusted hearing her father's cheap talk and snapped sharply, "Ew... Daddy! Shut the fuck up!"

Shocked, Aadhi barked, "Hey... language!"

Thinking to herself, *'Yeah right, look who's talking... I'll handle my own damn language!'*, his daughter said out loud, "Just drive, Pa!" shutting him down to his face before turning away to look out the window. Aadhi was left completely speechless.

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Meanwhile, Kathir's car went straight to a fine restaurant. All three sat down and happily had their dinner there.

As they finished eating, Kathir bought a special dinner parcel for his apartment security guard. Learning that he made it a habit to buy food for the night-shift security guards at least once a week made Sandhya and Vicky's respect for Kathir's kind nature grow even more.

The car reached Kathir's apartment. The security guard standing at the gate accepted the food parcel Kathir handed him with deep gratitude and warmth.

The three of them got into the lift. The liveliness of the evening combined with the prank they had pulled on Aadhi had put all three of them in high spirits. As soon as they stepped inside the flat, all three were brimming with excitement, ready to begin the next stage of their carnival of lust for the night!

[Nsme]

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Kathir opened the door to the flat, and the three of them stepped inside. The very second the door was bolted from within, all three kicked off their shoes right at the entrance.

Not a single trace of the hesitation, shyness, or tension that had existed when they entered this house yesterday evening remained today! Instead, a free, uninhibited intimacy born of complete mutual understanding had formed among them. Tonight, they didn't need any card game.

Sandhya stood in the center under the light of the hall.

Vicky and Kathir came and stood on either side of her. Without touching each other, both men focused their entire attention, gaze, and touch solely on that single focal point named 'Sandhya'.

Standing in front of Sandhya, Kathir cupped her face in both hands and captured her lips very gently and deeply. At that exact second, Vicky stood close behind Sandhya, buried his face in the nape of her neck, and kissed her deeply.

"Mmm..." Sandhya's moan of pleasure dissolved into Kathir's lips.

Sandhya was trapped like a flower between the warm bodies of the two men.

While Kathir's unhurried kisses trailed across her cheeks, jawline, and the curve of her neck, the hot lips of Vicky standing behind her pressed firmly against the nape of her neck, her bare spine, and her shoulders.

Melting into Kathir's kisses, Sandhya's fingers unbuttoned Kathir's shirt one by one. Slipping the shirt off his shoulders and tossing it aside, she immediately pulled his vest off over his head and threw it away too. Planting her palms against Kathir's broad, iron-like bare chest and caressing it, she continued tasting his lips.

After a few minutes, right within the embrace of the two men, Sandhya slowly turned her body around.

Now she stood facing Vicky directly!

Vicky, who had been kissing her back until now, fiercely captured her lips. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and played. At the same time, with the bare chest of Kathir now standing behind her rubbing warmly against her back, Kathir swept her hair to one side and traced patterns of gentle kisses across her earlobes and the nape of her neck.

While kissing Vicky, Sandhya now unbuttoned Vicky's shirt as well, stripping off both his shirt and vest and tossing them aside. Now, the bare chests of both men pressed warmly against her body from either side.

Sandhya's head spun. The very second she parted from one man's lips, the other man's lips welcomed her. Turning back and forth alternately, she offered her frontal beauty and the curves of her back equally to both men. Without touching one another, both men competed to worship every inch of Sandhya's body with their lips and fingers.

Slowly, Sandhya's clothes began to come off too.

Kathir pulled the thin dupatta of the lehenga resting on Sandhya's shoulder and let it slide to the floor. Next, the fingers of Vicky standing behind her slowly untied the back cord and unhooked her lehenga blouse. Standing in front, Kathir gently slipped the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it away.

As Vicky unhooked her bra inside, Kathir slid it down her arms and threw it aside.

With Sandhya's upper garments completely removed, both her full, mango-colored breasts were revealed without any barrier. Between them, only that thick gold thali chain gleamed in the light.

Standing close on either side of her, Vicky and Kathir cupped her two breasts in their hands. The next second, both bent down simultaneously, each capturing one nipple in his mouth, and began sucking deeply.

"Aaah... mmm..." Tilting her head back in the throes of pleasure, Sandhya pressed both their heads firmly against her chest. Her legs trembled at the rare bliss of two men's hot tongues and lips playing with both her breasts at the exact same time.

After a few minutes, as if a silent understanding had formed between the two men, Vicky took complete control of Sandhya's upper body.

Capturing her lips fiercely, Vicky began kneading and rolling both her breasts with his two hands. At the same time, Kathir pulled his lips away from her chest and knelt right at her feet, kissing her smooth stomach and navel along the way.

Gripping the hem of the ankle-length lehenga skirt, Kathir slowly lifted it up. Starting from her feet, kissing every inch—her anklet-adorned ankles, calves, and knees—with his warm lips, he slipped his head inside the lehenga, caressing and kissing her buttery thighs. Vicky's rough kisses above and Kathir's gentle touch beneath the lehenga drove Sandhya out of her mind.

After worshipping her legs and thighs for a while, Kathir slowly stood up.

Now, they switched places!

Cupping Sandhya's face in his hands, Kathir took control of her lips and breasts and began tasting them. Immediately, Vicky knelt down and lifted her lehenga skirt up to her thighs. On the very same legs and plump thighs where Kathir's lips had just been, Vicky now pressed his lips and teeth, kissing her inner thighs firmly.

Holding onto Kathir's shoulders as she stood, Sandhya was left dizzy by this relentless assault from both men.

When Vicky stood back up a few minutes later, both of them once again captured her two breasts into their mouths.

While tasting her breasts, Kathir's hands and Vicky's hands together untied the lehenga at her waist. The heavy skirt slid down her legs and pooled on the floor. Immediately following that, both of them together slid her thin panties down over her thighs.

Then, both men stripped off the dhotis and underwear from their waists, becoming completely naked.

The embrace that had begun like a storm in the urgency of lust was now moving at a more unhurried, deeper pace. The large mattress that had been spread out in the middle of the hall for their afternoon nap now became the arena for their game.

First, Sandhya made Vicky lie flat on his back on the mattress.

Like a flowering vine, Sandhya sprawled completely over Vicky's bare body. With her soft breasts pressing and rubbing against Vicky's chest, she cupped Vicky's face in both hands and drenched his forehead, eyes, cheeks, and lips with a trail of affectionate kisses. Pressing her lips to the curve of his neck and his chest, she caressed him very romantically. Vicky was intoxicated by the love his wife was showering upon him.

At the same time, Kathir sat down on the mattress right beside them.

With his fingers, Kathir gently stroked the thick hair of Sandhya as she lay dbangd over Vicky, kissing him. His broad palm slowly rubbed up and down Sandhya's smooth bare back from her neck to her waist. Every now and then, Kathir leaned down and pressed gentle kisses with his warm lips onto the nape of Sandhya's neck, her shoulders, and her spine.

Her husband's warm body beneath her, combined with her lover's gentle caresses and kisses from above, carried Sandhya into a floating state of bliss.

After pampering and heating Vicky up completely for a few minutes, Sandhya slowly lifted her head. Now, there was a new, intense intoxication in her eyes.

Rising right over Vicky's waist, she turned her back to him and sat facing his legs in the reverse cowgirl position. Grabbing Vicky's erect cock with her hand, she rubbed it lightly against her wet pussy slit before slowly taking his cock completely inside her and sinking down.

"Aaah..." Vicky moaned in pleasure at the unexpected angle and the tightness of her hot pussy. Both his hands gripped Sandhya's curvy waist and plump buttocks tightly.

With her face now turned toward Vicky's legs, Sandhya invited Kathir with lust-dripping eyes to come stand in front of her.

Kathir came and stood at the edge of the mattress, directly in front of Sandhya's face. His circumcised, erect cock, throbbing with bulging veins, now stood inches away from Sandhya's face, close enough to feel her breath.

Moving up and down on Vicky in a steady rhythm, Sandhya reached both hands out and gripped the waist of Kathir standing in front of her. Pursing her red lips, she stuck her tongue out and gave a wet lick along the rim of Kathir's large head. Kathir closed his eyes in bliss.

The next second, Sandhya opened her mouth wide and took Kathir's hot cock completely inside.

Every time Sandhya lowered her hips down onto Vicky below, in front of her, Kathir's cock pushed deep into her throat; when she lifted her hips and rose up, her lips gripped Kathir's cock tightly and slid back up to its red tip.

Holding her husband's cock inside her pussy and her lover's cock inside her mouth at the exact same time, she moved in supreme ecstasy.

The wet *"Schluck... slurp... gluck..."* sounds of her sucking and slurping Kathir's cock echoed through the room. With her saliva completely drenching Kathir's shaft and dripping down, her cheeks hollowing out, she sucked him frantically. Matching the exact rhythm of Kathir's cock sliding in and out of Sandhya's mouth, below her, Vicky's cock was sliding deeply in and out of her pussy.

This sight pushed both men to the absolute pinnacle of lust.

To Vicky lying below, the arched back of Sandhya riding him, her hair swaying back and forth with her movements, and her head bobbing rapidly between the legs of Kathir standing in front were all visible at once. Gripping her waist, his hands bounced her up and down to match his pace.

Meanwhile, Kathir stood transfixed in front of her, watching Sandhya's bare chest bouncing to Vicky's thrusts, the thali chain swinging between her breasts, and her mouth swallowing his cock. Sliding his fingers into Sandhya's hair, he cradled and stroked her head supportively.

Without touching each other even once, both men had reached a state of complete sexual synchronization through that single conduit named 'Sandhya'.

As time went on, the sounds of lustful moans grew louder in the hall. The slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh as Vicky's hips bucked upwards, the jingling of bangles on Sandhya's wrists, and the wet sounds of Kathir's cock sliding in and out of her mouth all combined to turn that hall into an altar of passion.

From below, gritting his teeth, Vicky thrust his hips up frantically, groaning, "Aaah... ushh... I can't hold it anymore, di..."

Standing in front, unable to handle Sandhya taking his cock all the way down her throat, Kathir held her head tightly, closed his eyes, and moaned as if floating in heaven, "Bhanu... aaah... Bhanu..."

With her mouth filled by Kathir's cock and her body taking her husband's thrusts from below, a continuous, muffled, deeply intoxicated moan of *"Mmm... mmmm... aaah..."* vibrated from Sandhya's throat.

As Vicky's speed hit its peak, Sandhya's body began to tremble with waves of pleasure. Her pussy walls clamped down tightly around Vicky's cock, milking it. Unable to bear that intense surge of ecstasy, still keeping Kathir's cock inside her mouth, Sandhya pressed her entire weight down onto Vicky and hit her climax. The very instant they felt her body shudder and convulse, the control of both men snapped simultaneously.

Groaning, "Aaa...! Aaa...!", Vicky arched his hips all the way up and squirted his hot semen deep into the depths of her pussy.

At that exact same split second, crying out, "Bhanu... I'm cumming... aaah...", Kathir thrust his cock deep into Sandhya's throat and spurted his thick semen frantically into her mouth.

Sandhya felt every bit of Kathir's hot cum shooting across her tongue and down her throat. Without hesitating even a fraction of a second, and without pulling her mouth away, she looked straight up into Kathir's eyes and swallowed every single drop of it—*"Gulp... gulp..."*—without wasting a drop!

Kathir froze completely on the spot. His eyes widened in shock and tears of sheer bliss. No woman had ever done anything like this for him in his entire life. Seeing the woman he adored more than life itself swallowing his semen right before his eyes without a trace of hesitation, as if it were ambrosia, elevated Kathir's masculine pride manifold.

Kathir's legs wobbled. Overcome with unbearable emotion, he dropped to his knees on the mattress right in front of her. Cupping her face lovingly in both hands, he planted a deep, passionate kiss right on her lips, which were still wet with her saliva and his cum.

"Bhanu... my Bhanu... my life..." burying his face against her forehead, Kathir choked up with emotion.

Panting heavily as if every ounce of strength had been drained from her body, Sandhya wrapped her arms around Kathir's neck and leaned against his shoulder.

Lying behind her, Vicky slumped back onto the mattress with a deep sigh of satisfaction at having completely unloaded his seed deep inside his wife's body, staring up at the ceiling.

Joined together in a single line, having completely quenched their lustful yearnings, the three of them lay side by side, catching their breath and resting.

[Nsme]

To ease the exhaustion from their carnival of lust, the three of them lay relaxed on that mattress, brushing against one another. In the pleasant quiet of that room, Sandhya, who was lying in the middle, suddenly said with desire, "I feel like going to a swimming pool and swimming right now..."

Kathir immediately got up and said, "There is a private property right nearby, Bhanu. There's a big pool there. Since it's nighttime now, nobody will be there. Only a security guard I know will be on duty. If you want, I'll go check it out first and come back, and then the three of us can go."

"Is that place safe, Kathir?" Sandhya asked.

"100% safe," Kathir assured her. Putting on his dhoti and shirt right away, he said, "I'll be back in 10 minutes," and stepped out.

Kathir went straight to the entrance of that private property. Since the same security agency managed both his apartment and that property, a guard familiar to him was on duty at the gate. Striking up a conversation and inquiring with him confirmed that there was nobody else inside and the property was completely empty.

Kathir went inside and checked the swimming pool. The water was crystal clear and clean. He walked over to the adjacent bathroom and checked if the water was running too. Water flowed steadily from the tap. Looking around, he saw that the privacy and safety they needed were completely present there. After confirming with the security guard that no one else would be coming inside at this hour, he told him, "I'll be back in half an hour," and hurried back home.

When Kathir rang the doorbell of the flat, Vicky opened the door. As Kathir stepped inside, Sandhya was waiting in that thin nighty.

"Everything is okay, Bhanu... we can leave now," Kathir said excitedly.

Immediately, Sandhya got up, took off her nighty, and put on the bra and panties she had taken off earlier. Over them, she slipped on a pair of tiny shorts and a tight t-shirt she had brought along. Since they were going to a swimming pool, she took off the thick thali chain from her neck, the anklets from her feet, and the bangles from her wrists, kept them all safely at the flat, and got ready to leave without a single piece of jewelry.

Vicky wore a pair of boxers under his dhoti and put on his shirt. Kathir grabbed the towels needed for the three of them and got ready.

Locking the flat, all three went down in the lift, got into Kathir's car, and drove over to that private swimming pool.

As soon as he spotted Kathir's car, the security guard swung the gate wide open and signaled for him to drive in and park. Pausing the car briefly, Kathir slipped two 500-rupee notes into the security guard's hand through the window before driving inside and parking in the lot.

After parking the car, the three of them walked over to the swimming pool. The dense privacy of that place, along with the surrounding plants, creepers, and tall trees, appealed to Sandhya immensely. A serene peace, one with nature, prevailed there.

She looked all around the place once again. For security purposes, CCTV cameras were mounted here and there across the property. However, it didn't look to her like there was much coverage aimed toward the swimming pool.

Even so, not wanting to take any risk, Kathir and Vicky walked straight over to the security room. Openly telling the security guard that privacy was important since a woman had come along with them, they operated the computer right in front of him and checked all the camera feeds. Only after confirming that neither the swimming pool nor the pathway leading to the bathroom fell within the angle of any camera did they head back inside with peace of mind.

Just as Sandhya had guessed, the swimming pool and a few dark spots surrounding it didn't fall under the cameras' view. Double-checking the angles of all the cameras, they carefully noted all the blind spots in their minds.

Then, they walked back to Sandhya, who was sitting gracefully on a chair near the pool with one leg crossed over the other.

Vicky and Kathir explained the camera blind spots to her in detail. "Whatever we do in this area won't get recorded on any camera, Bhanu. It's 100% safe," Kathir assured her.

With that relief, a sly smile bloomed on Sandhya's face. The freedom of being out in the open sky yet completely hidden from anyone's eyes sparked a whole new kind of erotic thrill within her.

She slowly stood up from the chair. "Then we don't need these clothes anymore either..." she said with a seductive gaze, pulling off her t-shirt and tossing it aside.

Watching her bold move, Vicky and Kathir smiled at each other and, without a trace of hesitation, began stripping off their clothes one by one.

Shirts, dhotis, and boxers were all taken off and tossed onto the edge of the pool. Sandhya too stripped off her clothes completely, standing stark naked like a goddess in the midnight moonlight. The cool midnight breeze caressing her bare skin sent a shiver through her.

As both men joined her completely naked with their manhoods standing erect like iron rods, the three of them stepped down into the cool water of the swimming pool one after another, holding nothing back.

Swimming stark naked in the cool water of that open-air pool gave them a novel thrill unlike anything they had ever experienced before.

For a few minutes, all three swam around, splashing water on one another and playing joyfully. As the coolness of the water embraced their bare bodies, Kathir and Vicky took turns pulling Sandhya toward them, hugging and kissing her. Blending with nature, that erotic game slowly grew more intense.

They moved to the part of the pool where the water was chest-deep.

Relaxing her body right in the water, Sandhya leaned back and began floating face up, looking at the night sky. The buoyancy of the water supported her like a flower. Only her breasts bobbed above the surface of the water like twin islands.

Moving behind her, Vicky gently supported her head and shoulders with his hands. Holding her safely so she wouldn't sink, he leaned down and pressed soothing kisses upside down onto her forehead, neck, and lips.

At the exact same time, Kathir, who was standing in front of Sandhya's feet, grabbed both her floating thighs, spread them wide, and lifted them slightly to the surface of the water. Since the water was chest-deep, Kathir bent down slightly and approached her womanhood, which was being kissed by the water.

Right at the surface of the cool water, Kathir's hot lips reached Sandhya's pussy slit!

With the water lapping around them, he stuck his tongue out, parted her lips, sought out her clitoris, and began caressing and licking it. The contrasting sensation between the coolness of the water and the intense heat of Kathir's tongue gave Sandhya an indescribable, spine-tingling pleasure.

Floating in Vicky's arms, she moaned blissfully in the midnight quiet, "Aaah... Kathir... mmm... ushh..." The sound of her moans echoed across the water of the pool.

Above, Vicky's lips tasted her neck and earlobes, while below, Kathir's tongue frantically licked and drank from her depths. Out in that open air, beneath the midnight moonlight, the lustful nectar of Sandhya floating in the touches of two men was slowly dissolving into the water of the swimming pool.

---

For a long time, the three of them thoroughly enjoyed their erotic games in the pool water. As the midnight chill slowly began to pick up, all three climbed out of the water onto the deck.

Picking up their clothes and towels lying on the poolside, the three of them set them aside just outside the bathroom so they wouldn't get wet inside, and walked into the bathroom together with their naked bodies dripping wet.

Closing the door, Kathir turned on the overhead shower.

Streams of warm water began pouring down from above. Inside that bathroom, beneath the pouring water, the three of them stood pressed close together. As steam slowly filled the room, their slick, wet bodies rubbed against one another.

Vicky stood pressed against Sandhya's back, planting kisses on her wet back, shoulders, and neck. His hands wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

Sandhya looked directly into the eyes of Kathir standing in front of her. The water from the shower was trickling down her face and full breasts. Even beneath that running water, Kathir's cock was throbbing at full erection.

Lifting one of her legs slightly and hooking it over Kathir's hip, Sandhya grabbed his erect cock with her hand. "Put it inside, Kathir..." she whispered in a lust-filled voice amidst the sound of the pouring water.

With Vicky supporting and holding her from behind, Kathir standing in front held Sandhya's thigh, lifted it slightly higher, and slowly slid his cock into her wet pussy.

"Aaah... mmm..." Sandhya wrapped her arms around Kathir's wet shoulders and moaned.

Kissing her lips, right there in that standing position, Kathir slowly moved his hips back and forth, delivering a few deep strokes. While Sandhya's back rubbed against the chest of Vicky standing behind her, in front, Kathir's cock was sliding steadily in and out of her.

Watching Kathir fuck her deeply a few times, Vicky couldn't just stand idle behind her any longer. He felt an urgent need to fuck Sandhya right then and there.

"Enough... now it's my turn!" muttering, Vicky pulled Sandhya away from Kathir, gripped her shoulders, and eagerly turned her around to face him.

Now Sandhya stood facing Vicky, while her back leaned against Kathir's chest. Without delaying even a second, Vicky lifted both of Sandhya's thighs up against his waist and plunged his erect cock into her pussy in a single thrust!

"Aaaah... Vicky!" jolted by his speed, Sandhya threw her arms around his neck.

With the shower water pouring down over all three of them, pressing Sandhya firmly against the body of Kathir leaning against the wall behind her, Vicky began a frantic standing quickie right there. Sandhya's body bounced with his every thrust. Standing behind her, Kathir supported Sandhya's weight, kissing her wet neck and shoulders.

At the end of that fierce assault that lasted for several minutes, panting heavily, Vicky squirted his semen right inside Sandhya's pussy. In that continuous wave of pleasure, Sandhya too reached her climax once again and went limp against Vicky's shoulder.

Afterward, all three washed their bodies clean under the shower water and stepped out. Drying themselves off with the towels kept outside and putting their clothes back on, they wrapped up their midnight adventure and returned to Kathir's flat.

[Nsme]

Returning to Kathir's flat, the three of them walked in tiredly and sat down on the sofa. Swimming in the pool and the continuous erotic games had drained the energy from their bodies, and in that midnight hour, hunger pinched all three of their stomachs.

Sandhya went inside, put back on the thali chain, bangles, and anklets she had taken off earlier, and came back out. "I'm really hungry... let me check if there's anything in the kitchen," she said, heading into the kitchen.

Opening the vessels, she saw that there was some rice left over from lunch. Along with it, the mor kuzhambu (buttermilk curry) and pepper rasam she had made in the afternoon were still fresh and in good condition.

Instead of taking out separate plates, Sandhya took just one large plate.

Putting half of the leftover rice onto the plate, she poured the mor kuzhambu over it and mixed it thoroughly with her own hand. Carrying the plate out to the hall, she sat down on the sofa right between Vicky and Kathir.

"There's only a little rice left... so the three of us can share from this plate itself," Sandhya said. Rolling the mor kuzhambu rice into a small ball, she fed the first mouthful to Vicky. She fed the next mouthful to Kathir, and ate the third one herself.

In that midnight quiet, the way Sandhya mixed the rice with her own hand and fed both of them turn by turn, like a mother and like a lover, melted the hearts of both Vicky and Kathir. Especially for Kathir, eating that mor kuzhambu rice along with the touch of her fingers felt like tasting ambrosia.

Once the mor kuzhambu rice was finished, Sandhya went back into the kitchen, put the remaining half of the rice onto the same plate, poured the pepper rasam over it, mixed it, and brought it back.

Just like before—one mouthful for Vicky, one for Kathir, and one for herself—she fed them while chatting cheerfully and finished off the entire plate of rice.

After finishing the food and washing the plate, Sandhya boiled milk on the stove and brought out a glass of warm milk for each of the three of them.

The three of them sat together and drank the milk. With both their stomachs and hearts equally full, that Saturday night was moving toward a sweet, unforgettable conclusion.

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Once they finished drinking the warm milk, the late-night exhaustion combined with the drowsiness of a full stomach made Vicky's eyes heavy.

Yawning, Vicky said, "I'm feeling terribly sleepy..." and walked over to the large mattress spread out in the hall, lying flat on his back.

Sandhya immediately went inside and brought out pillows and a cozy blanket for him. Placing a pillow under Vicky's head and dbanging the blanket over him, she gently leaned down onto his chest.

Cupping his face in her hands, she planted a deep, loving kiss on his lips. Then, leaning close to his ear, she said with a mischievous smile, "Vicky... what I left unfinished with Kathir in the swimming pool shower... I'm going to go into the bedroom and continue right now."

For Vicky, who had been shocked and cried himself to sleep the previous midnight after seeing the two of them sleeping together, his mindset had completely changed today. The love Sandhya had showered on him throughout the day, the friendship that had blossomed with Kathir, and above all, the way Sandhya leaned on his chest to ask permission without hiding anything caused no resentment within him at all.

In his half-asleep daze, Vicky smiled faintly, nodded with a soft, "Mmm... okay...", and closed his eyes.

Sandhya slowly got up and walked over to Kathir, who was standing a short distance away, watching her.

"Carry me to the bedroom, Kathir..." she said in a sweet, playful voice. Wrapping both her arms around Kathir's neck, she hopped right up onto his waist and locked both her legs around his hips.

In those tiny shorts she was wearing, as her smooth bare thighs gripped his waist tightly and her breasts pressed and rubbed against his chest, an electric thrill shot through Kathir once again.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, Sandhya gazed intensely into his eyes from up close, brimming with desire.

Supporting and holding her plump buttocks from underneath with both hands, Kathir carried her and walked. As they neared the bedroom doorway, Sandhya reached one hand out and switched off the hall light. As Vicky slipped into a deep sleep in the hall, Kathir entered the bedroom while capturing the lips of Sandhya clinging to his waist, and kicked the door shut behind them.

Stepping into the bedroom, Kathir laid Sandhya, who was still clinging to his waist, down very gently onto the bed. Stripping off the t-shirt, tiny shorts, and undergarments she was wearing one by one, he made her stark naked once again. Taking off his own clothes as well, he lay down beside her.

Just like the previous night, tonight too their union began without any rush, in a very gentle, romantic missionary position.

Planting his warm kisses on Sandhya's lips, neck, and full breasts, Kathir buried his erect cock all the way to the base inside her wet pussy and began moving very unhurriedly. Every deep stroke of his was filled less with raw lust and more with a boundless love and an aching reluctance to part from her.

Looking straight into Sandhya's eyes as he moved steadily inside her, overcome with emotion, Kathir said in a choked voice, "Bhanu... I wish every single night in my life from now on could go on just like this, Bhanu..."

Those words from Kathir startled Sandhya. Reality struck her sharply.

Gently running her fingers through Kathir's hair, she said in a very soft, yet clear voice, "But... I am Vicky's wife, Kathir."

That single sentence pulled Kathir, who was floating in the intoxication of lust and the daze of love, straight back to the real world. The truth—*'Yes... she is another man's wife!'*—settled heavily in his chest. Noticing his face suddenly wilt, Sandhya cupped his cheeks in her hands.

"Don't think about anything right now, Kathir... let's just experience this moment, this night, to the fullest. Come..." she said, capturing his lips with hers.

Dissolving all his sorrow and the ache of parting into that deep kiss, Kathir channeled all his love and lust into the strength of his hips. Biting and tasting Sandhya's lips, he began pounding fast, driving his erect cock all the way into the deepest corners of her hot pussy. At the exact second Sandhya's pussy walls contracted from Kathir's relentless thrusts and clamped tightly around his iron shaft, his control snapped as well. Moaning, "Bhanu..." right into her mouth, he squirted his hot, thick semen deep into her pussy, reaching a complete, soulful climax together with her.

Once the lovemaking ended, both lay panting in each other's arms.

In that quiet, stroking Kathir's chest with her fingers, Sandhya slowly began to speak. Although she didn't directly tell him that she was leaving Bangalore permanently next week, she wanted to gently make him understand that she was not a permanent fixture in his life.

"Kathir... your past married life might have turned out bitter. However, you still have so much life ahead of you. You are only 37 years old now. The physical problem you had is also completely cured now. Don't stay alone like this anymore; find a good woman whom your heart likes and get married again..." she said.

Without saying a word, Kathir just kept looking at her.

Sandhya continued, "If you don't wish to marry someone new... at least think about it for your son's sake. If your first wife has realized her mistake and had a change of heart now... try getting back together and living with her, Kathir. You definitely need a permanent family of your own."

The way Sandhya indirectly conveyed that she was only a passing traveler in his life shattered Kathir's heart. Tears welled up and spilled from his eyes. The pain that this angel, who had liberated him from his curse, was not going to stay permanently in his life brought him to tears.

Seeing Kathir tear up softened Sandhya's heart too. She immediately pulled his head in and hugged him tightly against her bare chest. Like a mother, she stroked his back and comforted him.

Wanting to lift his mood, Sandhya tilted his face up and wiped away his tears with her hands.

"Should you cry like this? Alright, will you do one thing for me?" she asked with a smile.

"What is it, Bhanu?" Kathir asked in a husky voice.

"By tomorrow evening... you have to write a beautiful poem for me. A poem based on whatever you feel about me in your heart! Will you write it?" she asked affectionately.

Her sweet request made Kathir forget his sadness a little. Wiping his eyes, he said with a faint smile, "Alright, Bhanu... I'm no great poet or anything, but for your sake, I will definitely try to write a poem."

"Good boy..." Sandhya said, kissing his forehead.

Having poured out the overflowing emotions within them, unwilling to let go of each other, the two of them held each other in a tight embrace and drifted into a deep sleep for the night.

[Nsme]

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.

---

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.

---

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.

[Nsme]

Early Monday morning, at sharp 4:45 AM.

The alarm rang softly on Sandhya's mobile. Reaching her hand out right in her sleep-daze, Sandhya immediately turned the alarm off.

In the dim darkness of the room, for a few seconds, she gazed intently at the face of Kathir, who was fast asleep with his face buried against her chest. Today was the very last day she would see Kathir. The reality that she would never again in her lifetime have a night like this, or an intimacy like this with him, choked her heart.

As if wanting to dissolve that ache of parting with her kisses, she began showering a rain of kisses all over his body—his forehead, eyebrows, closed eyelids, cheeks, lips, neck, and his broad chest.

At the touch of those warm, wet kisses, Kathir slowly opened his eyes. "Bhanu..." his voice came out husky with sleep.

Without letting him speak, Sandhya captured his lips with hers and gave him a deep kiss. Then, slowly pushing the blanket aside and moving down, she settled between Kathir's legs.

With her hands, she lovingly gripped Kathir's cock, which was throbbing with a natural early-morning erection (morning wood). Caressing that foreskin-free red head with her tongue, she took it completely into her mouth and began sucking.

Closing his eyes and sliding his fingers into her hair, Kathir moaned, "Aaah... Bhanu..." In the warmth of her saliva, Kathir's cock turned into an iron rod.

After worshipping his manhood with her mouth for a few minutes, Sandhya slowly rose up and sat astride his waist in the cowgirl position.

Positioning Kathir's erect cock at the entrance of her wet pussy, she slowly lowered her entire weight down. With a *"Schluck"* sound, Kathir's shaft touched her depths.

At this exact time, Vicky, who had been sleeping in the hall, woke up as well. Getting up after hearing the soft moaning sounds coming from the bedroom, Vicky stood by the edge of the bedroom doorway and looked inside.

Sitting astride Kathir on the bed, with her bare breasts and thali chain bouncing, Sandhya was riding him very fiercely, yet overflowing with love. As she leaned down and rocked her hips fast while capturing Kathir's lips, Kathir too gripped her buttocks from below, lifting and thrusting up into her.

Without disturbing them, Vicky folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and quietly watched that final union. At the end of that emotional struggle lasting several minutes, holding each other in a tight embrace, Sandhya and Kathir reached their climax simultaneously and went limp.

A few minutes after the lovemaking ended, both of them got up.

Since they were going straight back to their Bangalore house from here, Vicky and Sandhya went to the bathroom, cleaned themselves up, brushed their teeth, washed their faces, and stepped out.

Both Vicky and Sandhya put on casual track pants and t-shirts. Checking their belongings, they packed everything without forgetting a single item and got ready to leave.

All three came out to the hall. Outside, the sky hadn't fully brightened yet; the clock showed 5:40 AM. It was that early dawn hour before the sun rose in the eastern sky, when only the Morning Star, Venus, shone brightly in the heavens.

Kathir walked with them to the front door to see them off. He was still under the impression that he would see Bhanu at the gym the next morning.

However, standing near the doorway, Sandhya looked straight into Kathir's eyes and said in a soft voice, "Kathir... I have something important to tell you. Next week, we are vacating Bangalore and leaving permanently. Vicky has gotten a transfer to another city."

Nodding in agreement, Vicky said, "Yes, Kathir... this entire week will be taken up with packing and moving work."

Those words struck Kathir's head like a thunderbolt.

His world stood frozen for a second. Was his 'Bhanumathi'—who had dispelled his twenty years of darkness and brought light into his life—going to part from him permanently? Only now did the true meaning of why she had asked him to get married again the previous night, and why she had asked him for a poem, dawn on him.

Kathir's throat choked up. No matter how hard he tried to hold it back, tears welled up in his eyes. When he asked with a broken voice, "Bhanu...?", his majestic frame trembled slightly.

Seeing Kathir in that broken state made Sandhya's heart heavy too. Immediately, she threw her arms around Kathir and hugged him tightly.

Without her even realizing it, tears spilled from her eyes as well. In this game she had started to take revenge on Vicky, the pure love and devotion Kathir had shown her had touched her heart deeply.

"Don't cry, Kathir... please... my heart won't bear it. You must always stay happy and healthy," she comforted him, stroking his back. Unwilling to let go of her, Kathir too pressed her tightly against himself with both arms.

Standing near the front door, Vicky quietly watched their emotional farewell.

After a few minutes, wiping her tears away, Sandhya slowly pulled back from Kathir's embrace. Cupping his face in both hands, she planted her final kisses deeply on his lips and forehead.

As she stepped across the threshold, the sky outside had slowly begun to lighten. Then, as if remembering something, Sandhya turned back to look at Kathir.

"Kathir... the time right now is 5:40. This is the hour of 'Pratah Sandhya' (Morning Twilight) that comes just before sunrise. We entered this house on Friday evening during the hour of 'Saya Sandhya' (Evening Twilight)... and now we are parting during this hour of 'Pratah Sandhya'. Never forget this 'Sandhya' hour... in your entire life, Kathir!" she said.

With teary eyes, Kathir said, "Definitely, Bhanu... how could I ever forget this moment? Even after you leave town, both of you stay in touch with me!"

With a faint, pain-filled smile, Sandhya said only, "I'll... text you later, Kathir. Take care," before taking Vicky's hand and walking toward the lift.

Until the lift doors closed and they disappeared from sight, Kathir stood frozen right at the threshold, completely heartbroken.

---

Going downstairs and getting into their car parked in the lot, Vicky started the engine.

Sitting in the front passenger seat next to Vicky, Sandhya couldn't control her crying at all. As Kathir's tearful face and his pure love wrung her heart, she covered her face with her hands and began sobbing uncontrollably.

Driving the car, Vicky had no idea what to say. After spending two days happily with another man right before his eyes, his wife was now crying over the sorrow of parting from him; not knowing how to console her, he drove on looking completely bewildered.

Suddenly turning toward Vicky while still crying, Sandhya yelled at him, "It's all because of you!"

Shocked, Vicky asked, "What? Because of me? What did I do?"

"Then what else? Back when I gave you options that day, if only you had properly selected Option 2... why would I have ever stepped into this revenge game? Why would I have met Kathir, only to sit here crying like this right now? You are the reason for everything!" wiping her tears away, she threw the entire blame squarely onto him.

Vicky was left completely speechless. *'Goodness gracious... in the end, she's pinning the blame for this on me too! Nobody can beat this woman, oh Lord!'* he marveled to himself.

Pointing a finger at Vicky with her red, tear-stained eyes, Sandhya warned him sharply, "Vicky, listen up properly... from now on, just try lusting after any other woman in your life... I won't give you any options next time. I'll leave you right there, come straight back to Kathir, and start a family with him! Be careful!"

Almost ready to fold his hands in surrender, Vicky said, "Ayyo... spare me, Mother! From now on, such a thought won't cross my mind even in my dreams!"

Thus, Sandhya spent the entire drive venting all the emotional weight and sorrow of parting from Kathir as anger toward Vicky.

Once they reached home, both took a bath and began attending to their daily routines.

---

That evening, Sandhya picked up that old mobile phone of hers.

With a deep sigh, she opened WhatsApp. A message reading *"Thanks for everything"* had come from Kathir. To comfort Kathir's broken heart and help him move forward to the next chapter of his life, she typed out a four-week 'task list' for him to follow, along with her reply poem:

> "Kathir...

> By the time you read this message, this number will be switched off; this number won't work anymore. Never try to search for me. That's why Vicky and I didn't even tell you which city we are moving to.

> If you truly have love for me, you must definitely complete these 4 tasks I am giving you over the next four weeks:

> **Week 1:** This coming weekend, go to your hometown and spend time with your mother and younger brother. Only our family will truly be there for us. Being with them will definitely bring you comfort.

> **Week 2:** Break out of that monk-like life confined only to the gym, home, and office. On the Friday and Saturday of the second week, dress up really stylishly on both consecutive days and go to a good pub in Bangalore. Even if you don't drink, it's fine—enjoy the music, the crowd, and the vibe. Talk to new people without hesitation.

> **Week 3:** In the third week, pack your laptop and travel solo to a beautiful hill station like Coorg. Stay at a resort there and do 'work from home' (WFH) right from there for a whole week. An environment like that will be very soothing for your mind.

> **Week 4:** In the fourth week... both your body and mind will be completely ready by now. Without any hesitation or inferiority complex, try to date a good woman. If she agrees, grab a coffee with her and have a conversation... see how beautifully life changes. You shouldn't stop searching until you find the right woman for you; this search must continue even beyond the four weeks.

> Otherwise, take good care of your health. Complete the treatment you are currently undergoing in full.

> If you have respect and regard for me, build a good life for yourself and prove it. I don't expect anything else from you apart from that.

> Every single memory I spent with you over these 3 months will remain a treasure in my heart.

> The poem you wrote for me was very beautiful. Here is my reply poem...

> *'To stay with you day and night forever,*
> *I am neither the Sun... nor the Moon!*
> *Neither night nor day,*
> *I am the twilight hour that comes and goes for just a brief while!*
> *In your life, I am neither 'Bhanu' (Sun)... nor 'Mathi' (Moon)...*
> *I am the twilight that appeared for a brief moment and vanished...*
> ***Sandhya!***'"

She typed this out and hit send. The very second the double ticks appeared on that message, she permanently switched off that phone, buried it deep inside the box where it had been kept before, and completely shed the persona of 'Bhanumathi' she had worn.

[Nsme]

Having finished reading that final message from Sandhya on his mobile screen, Kathir couldn't control his grief any longer. Setting the phone down, he slumped onto the sofa and began wailing and crying like a child.

The entire house still carried Sandhya's fragrance. Everywhere he turned—the kitchen where she had cooked, the sofa where she had sat, the bedroom where he had made love to her—her memories surrounded him completely.

The moments when he had first met and spoken to her outside the gym flashed before his eyes. The warning she had given him that day while reading his horoscope echoed in his ears once again: *'Just be careful with the illusion of that Rahu in the 7th house, Kathir. Nobody can beat Rahu when it comes to tempting you with desire and leaving you high and dry!'*

Looking up with tear-filled eyes, Kathir lamented out loud, "Dei Rahu... did you play me like this all over again, da?"

Just then, his own inner conscience took the form of 'Rahu' and began speaking to him!

"Dei... how badly did I even cut your throat right now that you're blaming me like this?

Did you flirt for months with some fake ID, only to get fooled in the end realizing it wasn't even a woman? Or did you get cheated by some girl who just dangled false hopes, drained your money bit by bit without anything ever happening in reality? Or did you get trapped in some other online dating scam? That's how I usually play everyone! Thinking you're our own boy, I arranged all this so gracefully for you!

Just think for a second about all the good things you got out of this, da! Your twenty-year illness is cured. When I decide to give, I shower blessings more generously than any other planet ever could! How many men get to experience the kind of supreme pleasure and love that you received from her? What you got was a truly rare experience. Be happy thinking about that!"

That voice of his conscience made Kathir stop crying and pay attention. The voice of Rahu continued echoing inside him:

"So what happened now? She left you and went away, that's all, right? Everyone in this world is an individual soul, Kathir. Nobody stays with anyone permanently until the very end. Why, even this very Earth and the Sun will perish one day! Making you understand this impermanence is my actual job!

Well... I take you into a magical world, tempt you with peak desires, trick you, and finally make you realize that 'all of this is an illusion'. My other half, Ketu, reduces attachment to the material and physical pleasures of this world and grants wisdom directly. The ultimate goal of both of us is the exact same!

Just like she said, you still have plenty of life ahead of you. Stop sitting around crying and get up! Go... go and properly complete all those tasks she gave you! Prove the true love you have for her through that!" Thus, in the form of Rahu, his inner mind imparted a profound life wisdom to him.

That philosophical dialogue shone a bright light inside Kathir's mind. The heavy burden pressing down on his chest slowly melted away, giving birth to a deep comfort and clarity.

Wiping his eyes, Kathir stood up from the sofa. He began planning how to best fulfill the four tasks given to him by that angel who had lit up his life.

---

Throughout that Monday afternoon after returning from Kathir's house, a subtle silence prevailed between Vicky and Sandhya. Both their minds were ruminating over everything that had happened.

After finishing dinner, the two of them sat side by side on the sofa in the hall.

Gently holding Vicky's hand in hers, Sandhya said, "Thanks, Vicky..."

Without saying a word, Vicky gently stroked her hair with deep affection.

Looking straight into his eyes, Sandhya asked, "Do you... have any regrets in your heart, Vicky?"

Vicky looked at her quietly for a moment. Then, without hiding anything, he began speaking what was in his mind.

"The very first time you kissed Kathir right in front of my eyes... it hurt a lot inside, Sandhya. And then on the first night, when I saw you sleeping hugged up with Kathir, the life drained right out of me. A fear took hold of me that I might lose you completely. I cried that night..." he said.

Sandhya held his hand even tighter.

Vicky continued, "However, the way you behaved with me the next morning, and the love you showed me, drove that fear away completely. After that, I thoroughly enjoyed everything too."

Sandhya lovingly ran her fingers through Vicky's hair.

"How could I ever leave you and everyone in our family so easily and walk away, Vicky? You aren't some weak 'cuckold'! Do you know how frantically you tore up my pussy that first evening we went there? Ayyo Amma... even thinking about it right now gives me goosebumps all over my body! How could I ever leave you? Only weak cuckold husbands end up losing their wives in the end!" she said, affectionately pinching and twisting his nose.

Although a shy smile appeared on Vicky's face, he voiced the very last hesitation lingering inside him.

"Even so, Sandhya... letting my wedded wife sleep with another man is a blow to my dignity, isn't it?" he asked.

Turning his face toward her, Sandhya spoke very clearly and firmly:

"Vicky, what we did was a 'one-time experience'. We did it to settle an old score between us. We aren't in an 'open relationship' either. We did this only to tighten up a bond between us that had become a bit loose.

You haven't become any less of a man just because I had sex with Kathir. You don't need to have any inferiority complex at all. This is a matter that stays buried right between the three of us—you, me, and Kathir!

It's not like you asked your wife to wear skimpy clothes and dance on Reels, holding the camera yourself to show off her body to the whole town just to make money! So you must never feel any inferiority complex thinking about this!" she said.

Hearing those sharp, grounded words from Sandhya, the very last bit of unease in Vicky's mind flew away. Pulling her close, he hugged her tightly and planted a deep kiss on her forehead.

Then, with a mischievous smile, Sandhya whimpered playfully, "But over these three days, that Kathir got me used to a bad habit by carrying me to the bedroom every time! From now on, you have to carry me to the bedroom every single day!"

Laughing out loud, Vicky said, "Is that all? Come on!" and lifted Sandhya up in both his arms.

However, the moment he lifted her, pretending as if she were a hundred-kilo sack and his back were bending because he couldn't carry her at all, he panted dramatically and staggered all the way to the bedroom before dropping her onto the bed! Watching his acting, Sandhya burst into splits of laughter.

That night, as husband and wife, the two of them made love affectionately and slept peacefully.

By the end of that week, everything wrapped up smoothly just as planned, bringing their Bangalore life to a close. Vicky and Sandhya moved to Hyderabad and settled down, beginning a brand-new, joyful chapter in their married life!

[Nsme]

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[Nsme]

Days moved fast. Vicky and Sandhya had blended into their new life in Hyderabad very beautifully.

After the lessons learned from their Bangalore life, Vicky and Sandhya began giving high priority to their physical health and fitness. There was a modern gym right inside the massive apartment complex where they had moved in.

Going to the gym together as husband and wife every morning to work out became a regular habit for them. Encouraged by Sandhya, Vicky now worked out daily and had begun transforming his body into a toned physique.

Moreover, since Vicky's new office was located very close to their apartment, his workload and stress had reduced significantly without any traffic jams or exhausting commutes. With the gym in the morning, work during the day, and a marital life brimming with love and lust at night, their lives settled into a beautiful routine.

However, Divya's situation in Chennai was the exact opposite of this.

Day by day, Ganesh's behavior was causing Divya immense mental distress and frustration. Earlier, the lack of a sexual relationship between them was the only flaw; but nowadays, Ganesh lost his temper over everything. Arguing with Divya over the smallest things and snapping at her for no reason at all had become his daily habit. Not only that, at Ganesh's insistence, they had suddenly vacated the house they were living in and moved to another house in a slightly secluded area of Chennai.

For Divya, who was suffering in loneliness due to her husband's unreasonable anger, the only comfort at that time was Sandhya! In the afternoons, after Ganesh left for the office and the kids went to college, Divya would frequently call Sandhya in Hyderabad and talk. Sandhya, too, comforted her and kept her frustration in check.

While talking like that one afternoon, Sandhya asked, "Akka, how is the new house you've moved into in Chennai now?"

To that, Divya replied, "The house is quite comfortable, Sandhya. Most importantly, the house owner doesn't live nearby; they live out of town. In Chennai, it's very difficult to get an independent house like this without the owner living right next door. The kids' college is also conveniently close by. However, for your Mama, his office is a bit further away now than it used to be. Commuting back and forth every day is very tiring for him. Otherwise, it's okay."

With a sigh, Sandhya said, "Whatever it is, nothing compares to having your own house, Akka. But buying a house of our own in the city is very tough. Even when we were in Bangalore, Vicky suggested taking a home loan and buying a flat. I was the one who stopped him and said no."

"Why, Sandhya? You could have bought one, right?" Divya asked.

"No, Akka, a home loan is a huge trap. Everyone says, 'Instead of paying rent, you can just pay the EMI with that money.' But indirectly, an insane amount of money goes toward the interest alone. Instead of that, I told him we can save up money bit by bit and buy one later. Let's just pretend the money we pay for rent isn't even part of our salary... meaning, I clearly told Vicky let's assume that whatever comes to our hand after deducting the rent is our actual salary," Sandhya said.

In a slightly sad voice, Divya said, "What you say makes sense too, Sandhya... but your Mama doesn't have much in the name of savings at all. I don't even know when we will ever save up money and buy a house of our own... Anyway, leave it. When are you and Vicky coming here? Why don't the two of you come visit Chennai for a week? It would be a bit comforting for me," she invited her wistfully.

To that, Sandhya reassured her, "We will definitely come, Akka. Vicky has just joined his new company here. It wouldn't look good if he takes leave right away. Let a couple of months pass, and we will definitely come to Chennai."

[Nsme]

Thanks. There were some issues with my translator. Now it's fine.