“Roh, he’s so big I can barely hold him, thicker, heavier. Oh God.” Her words vibrated through all three of them.
Rohan grunted, stroking himself over his trousers now, watching his almost naked wife, spread on top of his best friend’s torso, struggling to contain his best friend’s cock in her hand. His mind kept reverberating the same words over and over, “My wife Shweta, my best friend Aarav.”
He scanned the scene again, Shweta leaning on Aarav, Aarav looking down on her and smooching her, Shweta sucking on his tongue for life and then their hands. Aarav supporting Shweta’s torso from behind with one hand and stroking her nipples with the other.
Shweta massaged his nipples with one hand and gripped his cock over his trousers. That scene of Shweta’s hand on his cock made his eyes burn, but not with anger. With awe, hunger, possession and release all tangled. “Hold him, baby. Feel every inch. Let yourself know the difference.”
Aarav’s jaw tightened, his groan feral. His hand slapped back onto her tits, mauling them hard, his teeth biting her lips until they were a deep crimson- “Fuck Shweta, I would have never imagined your hand on me like this, that too, in front of Rohan!”
Shweta’s moans cracked into sobs, her body writhing, her hands greedy. One clawing his chest, one stroking his cock as she owned it. She looked between them, eyes wild. “I can’t believe it either, both of you eyeing me, the three of us, it’s too much, you guys should stop me!”
The three of them chuckled. But her actions betrayed her words. The mutual chuckle spread relief and warmth inside her body, and she playfully squeezed Aarav’s tool. Aarav’s thoughts blurred. He felt the pressure of her hands not just down below, but up in his chest too.
Priya flickered in his mind, the only one to have ever intimately felt him and seen him undone. Priya was soft, gentle, and homely, the only woman he had ever loved. He recalled the drunken nights with Rohan. They had discussed things they used to do with their respective wives.
They even exchanged notes on new sex positions and moves. But this was a line they had never crossed, even in imagination, let alone discussing it. But now Shweta’s hands were on him. One of her hands exuded warmth into his chest. Her nails were flicking his nipples and digging into his skin.
At the same time, the other gripped his manhood, squeezing it, stroking it, testing its thickness, her wrist jerking slightly with every twitch of his cock as though they had a connected mind. Shweta, his friend’s wife, Rohan’s wife, eagle spread on him in just a panty.
Just processing the scene sent his head into a tizzy. “Goddamn it, why is her scent so much stronger than Priya’s? She’s not supposed to feel this good, not supposed to fit so perfectly against me.” Aarav’s mind was in chaos.
For a moment, Priya’s face again drifted through Aarav’s mind. He reasoned to himself. “Priya belongs to my heart, but Shweta fuck, Shweta belongs to the fire in my veins.”
His eyes fell to her face as they kissed again, and for a second, he swore she was glowing. Her lips swollen, her hair messy, her tits still flushed from his mouth. She wasn’t just Rohan’s wife. She was temptation given flesh.
His cock growled, trying to tear through the fabric already drenched with precum. Without breaking the kiss, he murmured to her. “God, Shweta, you’re gonna kill me. No one’s ever touched me like this. Not even Priya”
The words slipped out before he could catch them, raw, filthy, dangerous. And the second they did, his brain screamed. But his body surged because it was true.
Right here, right now, with Rohan watching, Shweta’s hand around his cock and her chest pressed against his palm. Aarav felt more wanted, more alive, than he ever had before.
Out of nowhere, the doorbell rang, cutting through the heat of the room, causing them all to freeze as though caught in the act.
Rohan pushed himself up from the couch, “Trust your Amazon parcels to dampen our spirits, Shweta”, he growled in a husky voice, “I’ll be back.” Rohan adjusted his straining cock in his trousers and walked to the door. He paused before exiting the room, shooting a look to both of them, which said, “Stay put.”
The second he left, silence fell. Heavy. Dangerous. Shweta froze where she sat, her bare breasts flushed, her body trembling. The moment hit Aarav hard, alone in a room with his friend’s naked wife. Her boobs spilling in his hand and her lips inches away from his face.
His cock was held by hands that had only ever held her husband’s. His hand shot up, pulling her face by her neck, dragging her closer. The kiss landed hotter than an egg on a hot pan, desperate, hungry. Rohan’s absence seemed to have put Shweta into 6th gear.
She returned the favour by digging her nails into his chest and cupping his balls, as though she wanted all of him just in case things came to a pause. But Aarav wasn’t satisfied. He guided her hand back to his shaft and held his hand over hers, pressing it on his shaft, forcing her grip to tighten.
“Harder,” he growled against her lips, the sound raw. “I want to feel how bad you want it.”
That’s all that Shweta needed to hear from the man who had just given her new heights of pleasure, her husband’s best friend, who had stripped, kissed her, licked and mauled her boobs like they were his own. She pushed herself into his chest and squeezed his cock like a stressball, her moans muffled in his mouth.
Aarav buckled under the pressure. His lips tore from hers, his forehead resting against hers as his thumb brushed her nipple. “You see what you’re doing to me, Shweta? Your boobs in my hand, your hands around my manhood. I’ve never felt anything like this.”
Shweta shuddered at his words, filthy, dirty, making her panties drench with her juices. The filth of the whole situation gushed like a broken dam in her mind. She whispered breathlessly. “Then don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.” Hearing those words charged up Aarav like a dog in heat.
He pushed Shweta back on the couch, making her lie down. He pounced on her body, kissing her, licking her, biting her first her lips, then her chin, and then down to her mounds and their peaks. His hands slipped down from her boobs to her waist, squeezing her small love handles.
He slipped his other hand behind her back, and he pulled her back up, all the while sucking the life out of her tits. Shweta was in a different world. Her face was drenched in pleasure. Looking up to the ceiling, her mouth open, pushing her boobs further into Aarav’s mouth.
All the while making sure that her hand doesn’t break contact with Aarav’s shaft. The emotions were raw, the lust messy and wet. The sound of the front door shutting jolted them. But instead of breaking apart, Shweta pulled Aarav’s face to hers, kissing him one last time.
And that’s exactly when Rohan walked back in. He froze for half a second at the sight. It should have angered him, his precious wife, almost naked, her lips engulfed by Aarav’s while her hand stroked a new cock. But instead, what he felt was a huge dopamine rush.
Seeing his wife pouncing on the opportunity to steal a few moments behind his back. “Well, well,” he drawled, setting the parcel down. “Guess I did miss something.” Shweta broke the kiss with a gasp and pulled back from Aarav onto the couch, cheeks crimson, her boobs heaving. “R-Rohan. ”
Before she could say more, Rohan slumped onto the couch, pulled her face and smooched her hard, “Don’t look so guilty, baby. You’re my wife, remember? Every filthy thing you do turns me on more.” His eyes dropped to her hand still on Aarav’s lap.
“But, don’t you want to play with both of us? Or is Aarav the only one who’s going to get all the fun tonight?” He smirked, adjusting his hard tool in his trousers. That broke the tension with laughter. Shweta glanced between them, her cheeks blushing, her lips trembling, “You’re both impossible.”
Aarav smirked faintly, still catching his breath. “He’s right, though. You’ve got two hands, Shweta. Use them.” Her heart skipped, her pussy clenching at the filth. She moved her hand from his cock, reaching toward Rohan’s. But Aarav hesitated, his hand nudging hers, stopping her.
Not rough, not possessive, but enough to make her pause. The hesitation rippled through her. Does he not want to share me? Not even with Rohan? The thought burned her, made her chest ache. But then she saw the look in Aarav’s eyes. It wasn’t a refusal. It was needed. Please don’t let go of me yet.
Her breath caught. She understood. Instead of her right hand, which was on Aarav’s shaft, she moved her left from his chest. And slid it up Rohan’s thigh to his swollen cock.
Rohan groaned at the first touch, his head tipping back. “Fuck, baby, finally” His hand covered hers, pressing her firmer. “Stroke us both. That’s all I want. My wife is making us both throb.”
Shweta’s heart skipped a beat hearing Rohan. Her gaze lowered to her hands, one stroking Aarav’s thick shaft through his trousers. The other gripping Rohan’s length, familiar yet newly electric.
Aarav groaned, his forehead pressing to hers. “You feel that, Shweta? You’ve got both of us in your hands. Two men aching for you. You’re making us both lose our minds.”
Shweta giggled, her hips moving in the rhythm of her strokes, “God, this is debauchery I would’ve never imagined! I love it, my husband and my best friend, and I’ve got you both right here in my palms”
The three of them savoured the moment, and for a while, their deep breaths and soft moans were all that pierced the silence of the room. It was a perfect balance, a dirty one, but perfect. The only sounds were the faint hum of the city outside. It gave all three of them an opportunity to process the evening.
Rohan broke the silence, almost amazed. “Do you two realise what we’ve done already? Just tonight?”
Shweta shook her head, her cheeks crimson with shyness. Her hands never stopped their strokes. “I don’t even know how we got here,” she admitted, her chest rising and falling. “One minute we were at the table with wine, and now my tits are in Aarav’s hands, and my hands are on both your cocks.”
She moaned softly as if saying it aloud made her wetter. “And I’ve already tasted you”, Aarav groaned, “Christ. Your lips, your boobs, your nipples and now my cock gripped by your palm. I don’t think I have imagined this even in the darkest corners of my head”
He saw his saliva on her lower lip and paused. His voice dropped, rough. “I’m sorry if I didn’t taste good. My mouth, my breath, I’ve been drinking, eating. I keep thinking maybe I tasted off.”
Shweta smiled at him and then cupped his cheek. She gave him a deep kiss before saying, “No, Aarav, I loved it. The taste of your mouth, your breath hot against me, it was strong, different from Rohan’s, but I liked it. Your smell too, it’s heavier than his. Musky. It made me feel dirty, but in the best way.”
Aarav’s eyes softened, relief loosening his chest. He leaned closer, inhaling at her neck, groaning. Rohan’s voice cut through, curious and edged. “Aarav, what did she taste like? Her breath, her sweat, her nipples in your mouth. You’ve had her now. Tell me, man to man, what does my wife taste like?”
The filthy yet dangerous question hung like a dagger in the air. Aarav gulped, letting his thoughts take shape of words. “She tastes like salt and heat and something I can’t describe. Her nipples, God, they taste like sin, very sweet. Not perfume-sweet. Skin-sweet. Sweat, wine, your own scent.”
Aarav’s gaze turned to Shweta, “When I kissed you, I thought. This is what your bed must smell like after a night with Rohan. And your mouth was addictive. Hot and wet and soft. I could kiss you till morning, lick you all day.”
Shweta flushed scarlet, her thighs pressing together. But instead of hiding, she tilted her head back, letting both men see her reaction. “fuck, you’re making me blush. And so wet. I can’t believe you are talking like this about me”
Aarav’s thumb traced another lazy circle over her nipple, his voice husky but quieter now, almost cautious. “But Rohan, tell me something, man. How are YOU feeling about this? Be honest.” His cock twitched in her grip as he asked, his question raw and vulnerable despite the filth around them.
Shweta’s gaze travelled to Rohan. They both looked deep into each other’s eyes, Shweta nervous about what Rohan would say, while Rohan measured his response in his head to not sound juvenile or crass. He swooped in to kiss Shweta while kneading her breasts slowly.
He spoke, his voice steady and deliberate. “How am I feeling? Turned on as I’ve never been in my life. And somehow, falling in love all over again with her.” Shweta teared up listening to Rohan, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Aarav noticed it and placed a peck on her head.
Rohan pulled her closer to him and continued, “It’s surreal. Watching her sit here in nothing but panties, stroking both of us, nipples wet from your mouth. I thought jealousy would eat me alive, Aarav, but instead, I feel high. Like every second of this is a new drug. I’m thoroughly enjoying it”
“Then tell me,” Shweta asked softly, but the chirp was unmissable, “As my husband, what was most enjoyable for you so far?”
Rohan groaned, his thumb pinching her nipple, hard enough to make her gasp. “Your boobs, Shweta. Always your boobs. Watching you allow Aarav to peel your bra, you yearning for his touch on your bouncing boobs, and then, the way you moaned when he sucked your nipples, it was just too much excitement for one evening because those are mine, baby. And you know how much I love your boobs. Despite all the porn I consume, you know I love yours the most! I was the first to taste them, the first to worship them and now, seeing him lose himself in them just like I did. fuck, I felt I was reliving our first time all over again, except that, then my eyes were on your boobs, but today, they were on your face, watching and comprehending what a pair of new lips on your boobs does to you and fuck, you looked mesmerising!
Her moan was sharp, her pussy clenching at his words. Rohan asked with burning eyes, “And what did you enjoy the most, babe?”
Shweta’s breath shuddered as she answered. “It was the moment when you told him to suck my nipples. When you pushed his head down and made me beg for his mouth, that was the hottest thing. Because it wasn’t just me giving in. It was you giving me away. You trusted him with me, trusted me with him. That made me feel unstoppable.”
Her voice cracked on the last word, her hand clenching Aarav’s cock tighter. The room stilled. The sound of their breathing was all that filled the space. Rohan lazily rubbed her nipple, still moist with Aarav’s saliva as if to remind her of the moment she’d just described.
Aarav’s fingers spread wider across her other breast, his touch reverent, a claim and a question all at once. Shweta turned her head slowly, eyes flicking from Rohan to Aarav. “But tell me,” she whispered, almost afraid to break the silence.
“How are YOU taking all of this in, Aarav? I mean. Me, half-naked, touching you like this, with Rohan sitting right here. You’ve always been his brother. You’ve always been protective of me. How does that change now?”
Aarav blinked hard, like she’d pulled him from a trance. His jaw worked as if the words fought inside him. “It’s overwhelming. Honestly, I don’t even have the right words. Part of me keeps screaming This shouldn’t be happening. But the rest of me.”
His hand squeezed her breast harder, his thumb flicking across her nipple. “The rest of me feels like I’ve never been more alive. It’s overwhelming. I’m not gonna lie. Part of me still can’t believe this is real. You, touching me like this, Rohan watching and not stopping it. It should feel wrong. But it doesn’t.”
Aarav dragged in a breath, “It feels like I’ve stepped into a place I didn’t know existed. A place where friendship, marriage, and lust exist. They all collide. And instead of breaking apart, they hold. I’m not thinking about Priya right now. Not about tomorrow. Just this. The three of us. You, Rohan. Her. Me. It feels bigger than I can explain.”
Shweta’s throat bobbed with a swallow, her other hand drifting to Rohan’s cock, stroking both men now with slow, worshipful fists. “And me?” she whispered. “When you look at me now, Aarav, what do you see? The same friend you’ve always protected? Or something else?”
Aarav’s jaw flexed. He didn’t look down at her body, at her breasts in their hands or the way her fingers gripped his cock. He looked into her eyes. “Both. You’re still the Shweta who laughed with Priya in the pool, who teased Rohan over drinks, who had my back when my dad passed. You’ll always be her. But tonight you’re also the woman who undid me. The woman who made me feel more wanted in ten minutes than I have in years. And that’s not just friendship. That’s something I’ll never be able to forget.”
He exhaled shakily, glancing at Rohan as if bracing for judgment. “I don’t want to lose what we have. Either of you. But sitting here with her with both of you, I don’t feel like I’m losing anything. I feel like I’m being let in.”
The words cracked something open. Shweta let out a soft cry and leaned forward, dragging him into a kiss. His lips met hers clumsily at first, but then he pressed harder, moaning into her mouth. The kiss wasn’t lust alone. It was gratitude, disbelief, and hunger.
Rohan’s chest tightened, but instead of jealousy, he felt a rush of pride. His wife, his friend, kissing like they’d discovered new air. He stroked her breast firmer, pinching her nipple until she gasped into Aarav’s mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she murmured in his ear when their lips parted. “Let him hear what I sound like when you touch me.”
Aarav groaned at that, kissing her again, deeper, his tongue sliding against hers. Shweta whimpered, caught between their hands and mouths, clutching both cocks tighter like she needed anchors to survive the intensity.
For a moment, none of them moved further. It was Rohan who broke the silence, his voice low but steady, threading through the heat. “Do you realise what this means, Shweta?” Her dazed eyes blinked open, looking at Rohan quizically.
Rohan closed his hand over hers on Aarav’s cock, forcing her grip to tighten. “You’re holding me, and you’re holding him. The two men who’ve always had your back. The two men you’ve trusted most. And right now, you’re the one binding us together.”
That hit her differently. Shweta shuddered at the thought. Without realising it, in the garb of lust, the three of them had forged a relationship of a new kind. She looked at Aarav, “Is that how it feels to you, too?”
Aarav’s jaw flexed. He ran a palm down her side, grounding himself in the feel of her. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “Like I’m part of something bigger than me. Like every time you moan, you’re pulling me closer to him, too. It’s not just Shweta whom I’m touching. It’s all three of us tangled in this.”
Rohan chuckled darkly, but there was warmth beneath it. “Fuck listen to you, Aarav. That almost sounds romantic.”
Aarav met his eyes over her shoulder, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through. “Maybe it is. Maybe it has to be. Otherwise, it’s just stealing. And I don’t ever want this to feel like stealing.”
The weight of that landed hard. Shweta whimpered, her body trembling, and kissed him again, softly this time. Then turned her head and kissed Rohan just as tenderly, as if to seal Aarav’s words.
Rohan groaned, leaning his forehead against hers, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass possessively. “Keep giving, baby. Give both of us everything. Don’t hold back.”
Shweta’s voice cracked through the heat, soft but deliberate. “I want you both to hug me. Tight. Right here. On this couch.”
Almost reluctantly, she left their cocks and spread her arms wide, her boobs jiggling and stretching as her body moved. Rohan shifted first, looping his arm around her waist, pulling her left side into him.
Aarav mirrored the move on her right, his palm pressing against her thigh possessively. She was wrapped in them both, her bare skin pressed between two clothed men, the warmth of their bodies overwhelming.
It started with stillness. But then the touches grew bolder. Rohan pressed a kiss to her cheek, feather-light. Aarav followed, a little lower, grazing the corner of her mouth. Shweta giggled breathlessly and turned her head left, only to meet Rohan’s lips for a soft peck.
When she turned right, Aarav claimed another. Back and forth, their mouths trading places on her face, each kiss a little closer to her lips, a little longer, until she was gasping at the playful rhythm of it.
Her nipples dragged against their shirts with every movement, achingly sensitive. She sighed into the next kiss and clutched their necks tighter. They held her like that, their kisses dotting her face, their hands kneading her bare flesh, until the pause began to feel too tender, too safe.
Aarav was the one who broke it, pulling back just enough to look her in the eye. “Maybe, maybe this is where we pause.”
Shweta froze. Pause? Her pussy clenched in protest. She didn’t want to sound desperate, but her lips pouted before she could stop herself. “If that’s what you think”
Rohan’s arm tightened protectively around her. “If one of us wants to stop, baby, maybe that’s the sign.”
But even as he said it, his hand cupped her breast possessively, unwilling to let go.
Aarav looked down at the rise and fall of her chest, her nipples stiff under his thumb. He swallowed. “I just don’t want to rush it,” he admitted.
Her answer came slyly, whispered against both their necks. “Five minutes more, Promise, I won’t ask for more”
The words hung in the air like a dare.
Hope you guys are enjoying this. In reality, the conversation was way longer than this, but we have tried to keep the essence of it alive in this chapter. Happy to receive feedback and integrate it, if possible, into the upcoming chapters. You can write to me and Shweta at [email protected]. Cheers!