My wife has turned over a new leaf since she started dating her colleague from work. Recently, it was her birthday, and it turned into a fun evening.
The apartment was alive with the soft hum of conversations and the low thrum of music. It was my wife Ria’s (33F) birthday — wearing loose jeans and a dark red top that showed off her heavy bust, with a hint of cleavage teasing through as she moved between our guests.
We’d kept it small — her office colleague Rishab, and our friends Rohan and Meera.
I saw it early. The way Ria’s hand lingered on Rishab’s arm when he made her laugh. The whisper in her ear. The way she leaned in, her eyes glinting with something more. No one else noticed. But I did. I knew. Ria had been seeing Rishab for months now. And tonight… they were definitely planning something more.
Rishab sat back casually, collar open, a hint of chest showing, sipping his drink while watching her with that smug little smirk he always had around her. Ria caught my eye and mouthed, “You okay?” I nodded. Of course I knew what was coming. And I wasn’t going to stop it.
Eventually, Rohan and Meera left. Hugs, goodbyes, door shut. Silence.
Ria turned slowly, that smile spreading on her lips. “Now the real party starts, hmm?” she said, walking toward us.
Rishab set his drink down. “I think we’ve all been waiting for this.”
She dropped onto the couch between us, took a sip of wine, then set the glass down. “Who should we start with?” she asked, her hand already on Rishab’s thigh, the other reaching for mine.
Rishab leaned in and kissed her neck while I watched. His hand slid under her top, cupping her breast. She gasped. I moved closer, kissed her lips as he pulled her top up. Her purple bra — his gift — spilled her out. I helped peel it off. One nipple already peeking, begging for attention.
“Very sexy,” Rishab muttered.
Ria bent her head back as he took her nipple into his mouth, her hand reaching down to stroke his bulge. I stood and dropped my pants, already hard and twitching.
She looked at it and smiled. “Well, this one’s definitely ready…”
She unzipped Rishab’s jeans and pulled him out — thick and already leaking. She got to her knees without a word and took him in her mouth, slow and wet. I stepped closer, and her hand found me too. She took turns, switching between us, her lips slick, eyes blazing with heat.
Rishab tore open a condom and slid it on, never looking away from her. She stood up, stripped out of her jeans and panties, tossing them in my lap. Then she walked over to him and climbed into his lap, guiding him in. A slow, wet grind as he filled her.
She moaned, tossing her head back. “Fuck…”
I was stroking myself, watching her ride him, her tits bouncing, hands gripping his shoulders. She turned her head to me, breathless. “Still saved some for you.”
When she slid off him, she walked over and straddled me. I slid in easily — warm, wet, perfect. Her tits were in my face, so I took one into my mouth, hands grabbing her ass as she rocked.
Then she leaned into my ear and whispered, “Rishab wants to do it raw. Will you allow it?”
I was too far gone. I nodded.
She looked back over her shoulder. “He said yes, baby.”
“Fucking hell,” Rishab groaned, already ripping the condom off. I was right on the edge and couldn’t hold back — I came just as she pulled off, covering her thighs in cum.
She looked at me with a teasing smirk. “That was fast.”
“Sorry,” I said, breathless. “I couldn’t hold back.”
Without another word, she got off me and bent over the couch, spreading herself for him. “Careful… I’m not getting pregnant,” she teased.
He gripped her hips and slid into her raw. She gasped loud and shuddered. I stood behind them, stroking myself again, watching him fuck her bare, deep, and hard.
She moaned louder. “Fuck me, don’t stop…”
He held her hair, pounding harder. Her body rocked with each thrust, her voice turning breathy and wild. “I want both of your loads…”
Rishab grunted, “I’m close…” and pulled out just in time to paint her ass and back in hot, thick ropes.
Ria didn’t stop. She turned around and licked him clean, sucking until he was spent. Then she looked up, chest rising, cum dripping, and laughed softly.
“Happy birthday to me,” she whispered.
We collapsed on the couch, sweaty and spent. She curled up between us, one hand on each of us.
“Same time next year?” Rishab asked.
She looked at me and smirked. “Maybe sooner.”
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