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T R I G G E R   W A R N I N G S

•Sharing

•Husband and his best friend

•Strictly not for anyone below 18, suggested for people above 20, though.

•Mature Language

Anyone, I repeat ANY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, who has even the littlest problem with any of the above warnings, DO NOT READ THIS.

It’s not a book or something, just a random scenario which felt hot in my head. You may like it, you may not. But if you are into this shit, trust me babygirl, you are gonna LOVE IT.

Enjoy your night 💋

R U H I

Two strong arms wrap around my waist as I tuck in my saree, fixing it properly. With a smile on my face, I look at the mirror in front of myself and stare in the coffee brown eyes of my husband.

Chiselled jaw, jet black hair, soft lips, sharp features, with all that he looks nothing but the god of beauty and sex. One look from those brown orbs and I’ll be ready to get on my knees for him. He is the man any girl would desire to have in their life, rich, caring, rough and gentle in bed, according to the situation. 

Kartik stares at me with a gaze that tells me he is appreciating what he looks at. I am wearing a red sequin saree with a black sleeveless blouse, the deep neck giving a perfect view of my cleavage, exposing it to his eyes. The vermillion resting in the partition of my hair, the nuptial chain in my neck and the red bangles in my hand, all are proof that I am tied to him, that I belong to him.

We have been recently married, just a couple of days ago, and I am enjoying every phase of this married life. The rough sex and night and the sweet moments during the day, all taking me up on my high and making me experience a roller coaster of pleasure and emotions.

“You look so fucking mine, jaan.” He whispers rasply in my ears, “itni khubsurat lagogi to khud ko rokunga kaise?” The words make my cheeks heat up and I close my eyes, biting my lips, shying away from him.

“Karan, kya kar rahe ho? Choro. We have to go downstairs, Viraj will be here any moment now.” I turn around and push him a little, only for him to grab a hold of my wrist, and pull me to his chest.

“Don’t even mention that bastard.” Possessiveness fills his voice as he slowly trails his palm down to my ass and kneads it harshly before pulling my lower body against his, rubbing them in the process.

I know what this is about. After that day, whatever happened, Kartik has been over possessive of me. He doesn’t even let me talk to any males when he is not around. That’s one of the reasons why no staff in the mansion is a XY chromosome. 

Even though none of us regret that day, he simply cannot afford any male presence other than him near me. And for some reason, I find that so hot.

But today, when Viraaj comes, I know something is definitely going to happen. 

Viraaj and Kartik are best friends, always have been, even after that day. And to be honest, I am glad things didn’t turn out to be pretty ugly or awkward. 

And yet, I cannot stop myself from anticipating all the wrongs that can possibly occur once he comes. I cannot help but wonder what Kartik will do if things do get initiated.

The thrill of the wrong and dirty arouses me and I am sure my blush deepens ten times. “I’ll fuck your right here, right now, if I find out you are thinking about that day.” He growls, but before he can do anything, I am fast enough to press our lips together in a soft and passionate kiss.

He kisses me back with a ferocious intensity before I am out of breath and practically begging him to stop. Thankfully, he does stop. 

Both of us make our way down the stairs, our hands intertwined together as we walk. 

The moment we reach the living room, the shift in aura makes me aware of another presence there, and I force my eyes to look at the handsome back who stares back at us, with a hint of smirk, concealing it with a smile. 

I gulp down the nervousness and Kartik’s hold on my hand tightens possessively.

“Good evening to you, too, guys,” Viraaj cheerfully chimes in, easing a little bit of tension from around us.

Clearing my throat, I greet him too, “Good evening, Viraaj. I am glad you could make it for dinner.” 

“He didn’t make it, his parents practically forced him, you see.” Kartik bites out, sarcastically, getting a chuckle out of him.

“Aww, looks like my best friend missed me. It’s okay, babygirl, I am here for you now.” Taking a few steps towards us, he engulfs Kartik in a bro-hug.

After they break the hug, his eyes find mine and he engulfs me in a small hug before Kartik pulls me to himself, my breasts rubbing against Viraaj’s chest in that process, igniting the same sensations again.

Fuck it felt so good.

What the fuck! No no no, Ruhi, don’t even think about that. Not right now at least.

“Let’s go have dinner, now shall we?” Kartik suggests and all three of us move to the dining table.

I sit on the head chair and both the guys take their seats on either side of me. The help comes and serves us the food and pours water in our glasses before leaving. Kartik and Viraaj talk about certain things, while I dig in my spaghetti and try not to think of the dirty possibilities that can take place.

While I do so, I suddenly feel a hand on my left thigh, the side on which Viraaj sits, and my eyes widen in shock. Slowly, I lift my lashes and stare at him, but he isn’t looking my way. In fact, he is eating his pasta and talking to Kartik. 

I gulp down when I feel his hand slowly rubbing my thigh over the fabric of my saree. Shit, this is so wrong. I slowly move my hand to keep it over his, to stop him from causing any more movements, but he doesn’t stop.

The clinking of my bangles can be heard echoing in the dining room, and I am fast enough to pull my hand back up and clear my throat, trying to not look suspicious.

Just when I think of looking at Kartik and saying something to ease the matter, I feel his hand on the other thigh, kneading it possessively. My head jerks in this direction and he stares back at me intently.

“You look so beautiful, baby,” he whispers and his hand moves up, leaving a trail of his torment on its way.

Viraaj’s hand doesn’t stop too and before I know it, it’s cupping my core over my saree, my lashes flutter at the sensation and before I can control myself, a moan escapes my lips. It’s soft, but my husband hears it.

I don’t know what to even say to him, but I feel so hot right now. For a second, I contemplate a response and am about to open my mouth, when Viraaj beats me to it and suggests,

“Want to repeat that night again, sweetheart?” His voice deep and hoarse, coated with tease and a dirty suggestion, making my insides turn.

I don’t know what to say to him, I simply throw him a glance before looking back at Kartik, who is currently staring at me as if finding an answer on my face. Though, his jaw is clenched and the contact from his hand on my thighs leave, I feel his palm finding my tits and hardened buds the very next moment.

He pinches my nipples harshly and asks, “Do you want it?” As the question leaves his mouth, Viraaj rubs his palm over my pussy, causing friction. Both their touches make me moan like a whore and softly, I nod my head.

That was all it took before I felt cold liquid wetting my saree, from my tits to my pussy, and looked down to find my saree sticking to my body like a second skin. My nipples peeking out, and the water glistening on my body.

Viraaj splashes another glass of water to wet me more and fuck the cold liquid only increases the sensation. I moan as he starts to rub my core while my husband torments my wet tits. Their filthy touch makes me remember all about the first and probably, as we thought, last time we did this.

I vividly remember how we went to a party, got tipsy and had to share a room because of lack of space. That night, Kartik and I woke up while Viraaj was still asleep and we needed each other, so we started fucking then and there, or movements slow and we tried our best to stop our moans by kissing each other. But eventually, the guy woke up, looked at us, smirked and asked if he could have a taste.

The alcohol and lust blurred my senses and I didn’t know what I was doing. I ended up giving him the consent and that was all it took for him to join us. That night made me realise that I had this fucking twister fantasy of being shared by my boyfriend and his best friend. And fuck it if that wasn’t the best night of my life.

Though, we promised to never do it again after that. But when Viraaj kept his hand on my thigh and then cupped me, my morals were gone, and all I needed was my husband’s consent, who thankfully gave in.

“We… we should t- take this to the bedroom.” I somehow manage to speak. Kartik stares at me with an insane intensity in his eyes before finally losing all the control he had in him.

“Fuck my life,” saying those words, he stands up and I am quick to follow, before he throws me over his shoulders. 

My wet saree clings to his black shirt as he starts moving towards the stairs with me in the air, thrown over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. My eyes find Viraaj walking behind us with a smirk tugging on his lips as he finds my eyes on him.

His hand moves to his dick from over the fabric of his pants and he gives me a show as he rubs himself a little. Fuck that’s so hot. 

While I am lost in staring at him, a spank lands on my ass and a moan escapes my lips, at both the intensity of the pain and the sight I am witnessing in front of myself. 

We reach the bedroom the very next instant and with long strides, Kartik reaches near the bed and throws me on it. I stare up to see both the guys towering over me, and I bite my lips seductively. My husband hovers over me and starts kissing me harshly, staking his claim, biting and nibbling on my lips while his hands move all over my body. 

I moan and whimper under him when he finally breaks the kiss and attacks my neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses all over it. 

“You are so lucky,” Viraaj’s voice catches our attention but Kartik doesn’t even lifts his head from my shoulders, instead, he moves down to my tits.

“Fuck, I am. She is my fucking wife, after all.” He growls and sucks on my hardened buds from over the soaked fabric of my blouse.

Lost in his seductive touch, my eyes find Viraaj and I lift both my hands to motion for him to come close to me, “Come here,” I whisper, my voice so mixed with lust and desire that I am not even able to recognise my own voice. 

He smirks at me, his smirk is flirtatious and dark. Before he joins me on the bed, the two of them share a look, “This will be the last time we do it,” Kartik states.

His words only make Viraaj chuckle, “That’s what you said the last time and yet, here we are.”

“I am serious.”

“We’ll see about that.”

That’s all he says before joining me from the other side. I wrap each of my arms around their necks and pull them closer to me. 

While my husband keeps tormenting my tits, now lowering the blouse to expose my naked skin, on which he sucks like a hungry child, Viraaj starts leaving sloppy kisses on my neck.

His hand slowly trails down my body, touching and feeling every curve, every mound. “Fuck, I missed this.” He husks and his lips find mine in a ferocious kiss while his one hand moves to my other tit, and he starts kneading on it.

With strong force Kartik pulls the fabric of my blouse and it tears apart, exposing my full and taut tits to them. Taking his sweet time with my nipple, my husband sucks, bites, nibbles on it and I pull his face closer if possible. While Viraaj uses his hand like a professional and rolls my hardened buds before pinching them.

The torment from the two of them makes me roll my eyes in a dark pleasure, I didn’t know I craved so badly. We break the kiss as Kartik slides his hand under my saree and cups my aching core. Viraaj starts going down on me, leaving wet kisses all along the way, stopping at my tits and sucking on them like a baby. 

Kartik pulls himself away from him and comes up to me, he stares darkly in my eyes and kisses me hungrily, taking every bit of me if possible from the kiss itself. The craving, desire and lust from the kiss sends shivers down my spine and I simply move my body in response, pushing myself deeper in Viraaj’s mouth.

The unholy sounds of the sloppy kissing, sucking, nibbling and moaning fills the room, heightening my pleasure and need to a different level. I always knew I craved this, I craved something unholy, problematic, unhinged, something which is frowned upon by the society, but fuck it, who cares about other’s shitty opinions when I am having these two about to fuck me like a whore.

Viraaj leaves my mouth and trails down to my belly button, sucking on it now, increasing the sensation ten fold and I moan, I moan in my husband’s mouth who inserts his two thick fingers inside me.

“Fucking mine,” he growls, breaking the kiss, before latching our lips together again. His speed increases and so does Viraaj’s.

I find my body moving in sync to their actions with the need to have more, to have it all, everything these two have to offer, when in true sense, they haven’t even started yet. My pleasure starts building inside the pit of my stomach. Viraaj unwraps the fabric from my body and throws it away in a corner, having me all naked to his view.

My husband breaks the kiss and stares at me with a dark emotions flooding through his eyes, he pins both my arms above my head, the sound of the clinking of the bangles echoing in the room, “This nuptial chain, vermillion, and these bangles, the only things that you are wearing right now, all of these are proofs that you belong to me, only me, always me. Remember that.” His voice stern, leaves no room for any arguments and he nudges his head in my neck and starts sucking on my sweet spot.

Viraaj leaves my belly button and climbs up, face to face, and with a haunting smirk whispers, “Even though you are his, you are going to let me touch you. You are going to let me mark you, aren’t you darling?” The edge in his voice forces me to nod my head before he clashes his lips on mine.

While we kiss ferociously, Kartik adds another finger inside my pussy, stretching me out, and thrusting into me like a maniac. 

Viraaj breaks the kiss and starts moving down on me again as my husband climbs back and kisses me harshly, replacing his best friend’s taste with his. As we kiss like two thirsty souls, Viraaj mouth moves to my clit and he starts sucking on the sensitive bundle of my nerves harshly.

As Kartik’s fingers pound in and out of me, harshly, Viraaj’s mouth works its magic on my clit. Both of their insane movements make me lose everything I have in me, and I just know that I am going to come any moment now. I can feel my pleasure about to break apart from the pit of my stomach when suddenly, both of them remove their presence from my body, leaving me needy and on edge.

I open my eyes harshly and stare at the two of them, two monsters who look down at me as if I am a prey they are ready to tear apart and have all to themselves. I feel small under their intense gaze, but the heat only rises in my body.

“What the fuck!” I grit through my teeth, as my body shakes from the impact of the pleasure which unfortunately wasn’t able to break through because of them.

“Look at you, wife, all needy and desperate.” Kartik comments with degradation in his voice, that shit only turns me on more, and I move my hand to my cunt, rubbing myself.

The sound of the bangles fills the room and the two watch me intently before Viraaj’s hand holds mine and stops me, “Not yet, darling. We are not done yet.” 

They start undoing their clothes and within seconds, both of them stand naked in front my eyes and I again raise my hands in the air to have them in my arms. This time, they follow and I wrap my arms around both their napes as I pull them closer.

Kartik kisses me and I feel Viraaj’s fingers moving to my cunt as he inserts two of them at once. Fuck, feels so good. Just as he is about to move them, my husband holds his wrist and jerks his hand away.

“You do everything but not get in there. That hole is exclusively mine, understand?” He growls at him who simply rolls his eyes and joins our lips together.

Kartik aligns his dick at my entrance and while his best friend torments my upper body, he slides inside my lower one all at once, taking me by surprise, jerking my body above a little but Viraaj’s hold keeps me in place.

“The only dick you’ll ever take in your cunt will be mine, love.” He husks while ramming through harshly. 

Viraaj pinches my nipples and rubs my clit while kissing me desperately, as if he needs more. Wanting to give him the pleasure he deserves, I move my hand to his hard, long and thick dick, and start stroking him. My actions take him by surprise and for a moment he stills, before moving his hips along with my hand, giving in to my touch.

As the three of us fuck, kiss and stroke, the pleasure builds inside of me again and I feel Kartik’s dick tickening too. Though, I can’t say the same about Viraaj. He enjoys my strokes but I know it’s not enough for him, and while my husband is conscious, he won’t let him put his dick inside my cunt too. I pity the guy a little, so I increase my pace and my husband increases his.

Within seconds, both of us come from our highs and Kartik crashes his body on mine. Our bodies shake from the effect of the orgasm, while Viraaj pulls himself a little from me, my hand still stroking his hard dick. 

While my husband stays crashed on my chest, I lock my eyes with his best friend, who stares at me as if he wants to chain me and fuck me like a whore for however long he pleases. 

Fuck, I want that. 

And just to add something to it, I want Kartik to watch it while it happens. 

Fucked up, I know.

Before I can let any other thoughts run in my mind, Kartik gets up and stands at the edge of the bed. “On your fours, now, and suck me off.” The order in his tone immediately makes me obey him and I get up from my position before crawling to my knees and palms, my face in front of his dick.

I slowly tilt my face to stare up at him and flutter my lashes innocently as I take his dick in my mouth, slowly. Licking the head which is coated with the precum, I shove the whole long damn thing in my mouth, until it hits my throat and I am practically gagging. He is just halfway in.

“My good little whore,” Kartik grabs hold of my hair in a ponytail and moves my head along his dick, ramming it inside my mouth and fucking my cavity like a caveman. 

I am gagging and choking, which only excites me, and somewhere I do too. 

Suddenly, I feel two strong hands holding my hips in place as a body engulfs me from behind. Viraaj holds my still and the way Kartik looks at him, it feels like he will murder him any minute now.

“You told me to stay away from her cunt, you never mentioned anything about his ass,” I can hear the smirk in his voice and the next moment, I feel his dick thrusting inside my ass.

Fuck me sideways.

That shit hurts like a Bitch.

As he enters deeper, my insides burn and I feel like I’ll tear apart any minute now. I want to scream but Kartik only increases his hold around my hair and slams himself further into my mouth, cursing his best friend all while.

The moment Viraaj finally settles himself inside me, he stops to give me a minute to adjust, though my husband never stops. After a few minutes, their movements sync together along with the movement of my needy body which adjusts itself according to their pace. 

I can feel my husband’s dick thickening in my mouth and I know he is near, so I give his balls a little suck before sucking and licking his long dick. With two more sucks and licks, Kartik comes undone in my mouth and at the same time, Viraaj spills himself in my ass.

Both their liquids flow through my holes, and while I taste one’s, I can feel the other’s trickling down from my ass to my pussy, mixing with mine and Kartik’s dripping juices. 

My husband pushes me on the bed, making me fall over his best friend, and comes on me. I feel tired from all the torment, and so, the two decide to let me have some rest. Kartik pulls me to himself while Viraaj slowly pulls his dick out of my ass, letting my hole free.

I don’t realise when I doze off in my husband’s arms while his best friend lies beside us. 

It’s not long before I get to sleep, when I feel someone’s fingers thrusting in and out of me, in a painfully slow rhythm while his lips suck on my skin harshly, without making any sounds. 

For a moment, I think it’s my husband but when I slowly open my eyes, I find him sleeping in front of me. My eyes widen abruptly and my body stiffens. “You awake, darling?” Viraaj softly whispers in my ears and turns to me to face him.

Our faces are inches away as we stare in each other’s eyes with need and lust, mine has fear mixed in them too, while his holds darkness. “He told me to keep my dick out of your pussy, but he is asleep right now,” before I can make out the meaning behind his words, he pulls his fingers out and in one shove replaces them with his thick long dick.

The intensity of the thrusts makes me almost scream but he is quick enough to capture my lips in his as he fucks me roughly, yet slowly. His movements make me feel heaven but he makes sure my husband doesn’t wake up. I trail my hand to hold one of his and bring them to my tits. 

Understanding my needs immediately, he kneads my flesh harshly and pinches my nipples. I bite his lips in pain, even though the pleasure is so intense. The need for more spreads across my body when I feel Kartik shifting beside us.

His dick pokes my ass. Taking that as a chance, I rub myself against him, not caring if he will wake up from it. I need him to feel one of my holes too. I need them both.

My movements indeed wake him up as he wraps his arms around my waist, moving them up to my tits, though he doesn’t pull me away from his best friend.

“You bastard, I warned you to keep your dick away from her cunt,” he seethes out but still doesn’t pull me away. 

I am so grateful for that cause fuck Viraaj is doing it so good, not that Kartik isn’t good, but right now I need a dick I have been wanting to have inside of me ever since the last time we were in this position. Even then, Kartik didn’t let Viraaj fuck me. 

“She is so hard to resist.” Viraaj states dryly before crashing his lips back on mine.

At his movements, my husband holds my hips in place and husks, “indeed she is. After all, she is my fucking wife.” And with that, he thrusts his dick inside my ass in one go.

Tears brim in my eyes and fall down and both their monstrous movements turn rough. As they pound in me like animals, a bundle of pleasure threatens to break through me. And after a few more thrusts, all three of us come down from our highs.

But that’s not enough, not for him, not for them. And so, they keep tormenting me all night long. In different positions, and different holes, and I love every bit of it.