Chapter 1
College life was wild, but my love for Riya was even wilder. We were madly in love, sneaking away to hotels whenever we could, lost in each other’s touch, away from the eyes of the world.
Our bodies spoke a language of passion, a rhythm only we understood.
But college didn’t last forever. When it ended, Riya moved in with her brother, staying at his apartment with his girlfriend. Their family was open-minded—relationships weren’t hidden or judged—so I started visiting often.
Her brother, Ankit, was young, reckless, and drowning in his betting addiction. He was always low on cash, desperate for ways to keep his losses hidden from their father.
That’s when I made my move.
One evening, after a few beers, Ankit shared his money troubles. I leaned back, pretending to think, but I already had the perfect offer.
“I can help you out,” I said, tapping my fingers on the beer bottle. “I’ll cover your expenses, but in return, let me stay here with Riya.”
He hesitated for a second. But desperation makes decisions for you.
“Deal.”
And just like that, my life changed. I wasn’t just visiting anymore—I was living under the same roof as my girlfriend.
Every day. Every night. She was mine.
The Nights Got Wilder
The first few weeks were heaven.
No more sneaking around, no more hotel rooms. Just Riya and me, tangled in bed, lost in each other. The apartment became our playground.
But then… things got complicated.
At first, it was innocent. We got too comfortable. Too open.
Riya’s brother and his girlfriend weren’t exactly private about their love life. The walls were thin, and soon, we could hear everything.
Late at night, in the silence of the dark, Riya and I would be whispering, laughing, touching… until we heard them.
Moans. Loud. Unapologetic.
Her brother and his girlfriend—right next to us—lost in their own pleasure.
At first, we ignored it. But then it became a game.
Whenever they got louder, Riya would match them, letting her voice fill the room. She was competitive like that. But soon, I started noticing something else.
The Tease Begins
Neha.
That was her name.
Riya’s brother’s girlfriend was different. She was way out of his league—beautiful, sexy, confident.
And unlike Riya, she wasn’t just playing the game.
She was teasing me.
Neha started wearing tiny shorts, T-shirts with nothing underneath, brushing past me in the kitchen, “accidentally” leaving the bathroom door open.
When Riya and Ankit went out, she’d stretch on the couch, arching her back, sighing deeply, knowing I was watching.
But she never let me have her.
She just wanted to see me want her.
And I did.
Crossing the Line
The nights got wilder.
I started fucking Riya harder, knowing Neha was listening. I made sure she heard everything—every moan, every gasp, every movement of our bodies against the bed.
And I knew she was listening.
Because after every night, I could hear her too.
The soft sounds from the other room.
The tension in the air the next morning.
It was only a matter of time before things crossed the line.
And when it finally happened… we both knew there was no going back.
💬 What’s Next?
🔥 What happens when temptation turns into action?
🔥 What will Riya do when she finds out?
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