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Hi all, just another guy in the lifestyle from India. I was reliving some memories and wanted to share this with you all. I enjoy writing so wanted to share this an I enjoyed writing this as much as I enjoyed the actual experience. The events and details are accurate as far as I can remember. Only the translation of some lines I wrote in my own language was done by AI, but I read it after AI and it kept meaning and emotion as close as possible and I edited wherever needed to match what I personally felt during the experience. So shouldn’t make a difference.
And to any Indians who’s thinking about it, She’s not doing this with anyone other than people we knew or trusted and people from Reddit certainly ain’t it. So please dont expect or text me for it. Hope you understand. Thanks.
So Here we go: When we met, I was a virgin and she wasn’t. She was shy to the outside world but wild in private. We were initially a typical normal couple with nothing unusual going on in our lives. At best, We used to have a dominant-submissive dynamic where she was the one calling the shots. This was the first year and a half of our relationship whenever we met had sex. She was totally out of my league, looks wise but she used to say “I never saw it that way. You make me laugh, you make me happy”
We used to watch porn together before our sessions. Whatever she was into, cuz my focus was all on her?
This one time we were talking about our fantasies and I told her I found it hot that she wasn’t a virgin when I was one and she took my virginity. She smiled like something was up and asked me what my number one fantasy was. I told her it was some positions but she kept pressing “Come on, that’s not it—spill the real one” until I caved. Me: I’ll tell you but you shouldn’t judge or get angry. Her: Have I ever? Me: No but I’m telling you it’s not a normal fantasy and I don’t know how you will react. Her: Go ahead, I can handle it
Me: I want to watch you sleep with someone else She laughed for a couple of minutes, my face was red with embarrassment but I was smiling like an idiot, relieved she didn’t react negatively. Then she said Her: I knew it, I figured you’d drop something like that….when you said you found it hot that I wasn’t a virgin when I took your virginity?
From then on she used to tease me a lot, whenever we’d watch movies or porn: “Look at him, baby—see how he’s handling it? Damn, it’s got me all worked up.” I used to feel so embarrassed and aroused at the same time. I felt like my dream was coming true. Even when she wasn’t horny, she used to tease casually like a tall big guy we saw outside or a handsome one, “That’s how a man should be, right baby?” We both used to enjoy it so much. One day I asked her “Sweetheart, can I ask you something?”
Her: Shoot
Me: Would you actually be up to hook up with someone else for real?
Her: Hook up?
Me: I want you to do it
Her: really? You sure? I figured we’d never actually go there, but I didn’t realize if it was just talk for you or the real deal
Me: I want to try, but only if you’re into it
Her: If you’re not reading this wrong, yeah, I’ve been curious ever since you brought it up
Me: Okay. Anyone specific on your mind?
I already had someone in mind but wanted badly to see if she was thinking of anyone that way.
She said “Nah, nobody really comes to mind for me. What about you?”
Me: How about Aditya?
Her: Aditya? Oh man
Me: Not feeling it? I think he’s handsome (teasingly)
Her: (smiling) It’s not that—yeah, he is handsome (she blushed, I loved it so much) but he’s your best friend, if this fantasy thing goes sideways, I don’t want to mess up your friendship or anything like that. And more than anything, our relationship comes first. We’d shut it down if it ever hurt us.
I assured her “Nothing matters more to me than us. This is just straight-up physical, nothing deeper—just two people who’d do anything to make each other happy. And I really want this, no matter how weird it sounds to the world. I want you to have everything you deserve: the passion, the pleasure, the thrill—whatever lights you up. Even if it comes from another guy.”
She kissed me hard and asked “Alright, I’m game, but you sure Aditya’s the right pick?” I told her he’s open-minded and wouldn’t push if we called it off. And the main reason for me was that—we wouldn’t have to worry about harassment or blackmail. It was a calculated risk. He’s been my best friend since we were kids. She agreed but we hadn’t set a date yet. I didn’t bring it up again for two weeks with her but I did talk to Aditya. Considering my ex was seriously hot, whether I spelled it out or not, he was more than happy to jump in. He’s my roommate too. We shared an apartment and she lived with her friends. I asked her to come over that weekend. When she showed up, it was that mosquito-net metal door—you could see us chilling inside, and when she rang the bell, he pushed me back out on to the couch as I was about to get up to let her in. He’d bolt. I playfully shot him a look and said to him “you have a lot of shades in you” and they both cracked up.
She was 5’7 and already smoking hot without anything to enhance her looks but she showed up in a backless black saree and my brain short-circuited at how stunning she looked. He let her in but it wasn’t his usual casual vibe. He pulled her in with an arm around her shoulders and hugged her. I said “Whoa, since when?”
He shot back “Starting now—but you better get used to it. this is nothing, you’re gonna a see lot more today. Ain’t that right, love? (He said glancing at her)
she nodded with a blush and a smile looking down and said: I hope so
Him: (turning to me) see, she’s getting some real action tonight and you get to watch her get it.
Her: hope you can take it babe
Him: oh I can see you are eager to make him take it.
She blushed and smacked his arm hard but she was grinning, playing shy, while Aditya and I howled. But I could tell she was feeling something else bubbling under. He headed to the sofa and she trailed him, plopping right down next to him. I joked “Damn… following him like a chick already, didn’t think my girl was packing the heat so bad all this while”
She laughed and fired back “oh you’ll find out soon, won’t you? Isn’t that what you wanted?”
I was quietly laughing with half pride and said “it is”
Her: “you just sit there and watch. What else are you gonna do tonight anyway?” I got rock hard just hearing that, but they were both losing it laughing with a hi-fi. It hit me—they’d be teaming up to roast me from here on out, but hell, I was loving every second.
The way she clicked into it so quick blew my mind—I was stunned but thrilled it was clicking so smooth. We chatted easy like always, but every now and then he’d touch her however he felt like, but subtly as if i didn’t know they’re gonna be naked on top of each other today and they’d trade these loaded smiles, and when I’d catch ‘em, they’d both giggle like I wasn’t enjoying it more than them.
Finally, Aditya was ready to move things inside. He stood up. He’s built bigger and taller at 5’11 compared to me at 5’5, so scooping her up was effortless for him, and he carried her to his room with me trailing. He laid her on his bed and laid over her—I could tell he was giving her his full weight. No flinch from her, so I said “His whole body’s cool on you?” She grinned “Feels perfect—what’s the issue?” I beamed with pride and she matched it.
Single bed, no room for a third wheel, so I parked on his desk chair. He started mapping out her body slow. The second he kissed her neck, the sounds kicked in. Watching her like that—jealousy, heat, and this rush of embarrassment crashed over me at once, but damn, I was hooked. They were both deep in it too. It’d been two years since she’d been with anyone else other than me, so she was riding that high, eyes nowhere near me. Then Aditya murmured something in her ear. She cracked her eyes open, locked on me, savoring whatever he was up to. I was palming myself through my pants. She clocked it and kept riding the wave with him. She started fidgeting more, antsy, and he picked up on it—knew she craved the next level. He turned her face from me, locking eyes with her. Told her to flip over. He eased his weight so the tiny little sex goddess pinned under him could roll, baring that backless saree tied with just three knots high on her upper back. He hiked her up a bit, one hand snaking around her killer waist, the other claiming her chest, and bit those knots loose with his teeth. Nothing hotter than her sprawled stomach-down, this guy laser-focused on owning every inch of her, smashing through all the bullshit walls society slapped up. I bet she felt it too—like she’d shattered the chains, and nothing could hold her back from grabbing what she craved. And right then, she wanted it from the man pinning her down, thinking he was crushing her—but neither of us knew yet she was built to take it all and then some. She’d always been that tough; this was just us getting the front-row seat. He kissed her head to toe, the way she earned. I couldn’t hang anymore—pants undone, gripping myself. Aditya spotted it and whispered in her ear. Her face was away from me. She giggled, twisted to face me. I eased into stroking, no rush—I didn’t wanna blow early. Pick up the pace, and the fire’d wipe me out.
She shifted like she wanted up. I wondered why; Aditya looked puzzled too. He let her rise and she hit the mirror, tweaking her blouse to flash more cleavage—like she hadn’t already had us both wrapped around her finger in that room.
Then she spun to me and hit that signature move: ponytail up. We’d see it in porn vids in our sessions, and now she made damn sure I caught her pulling it off. Her gold chain around her neck catching the sunlight through the window, bouncing off her soft skin like she was straight out of a dream. I ached to pounce, but it was her show to run today. That meant I kept my aching to myself.
This breathtaking angel, my woman, locked eyes with her man, then dropped to her knees in front of him, silent. He got the cue—sat on the bed’s edge, drew her between his thighs. Fingered her lips soft. Tilted her chin up for that stare-down. I watched him slide the blouse off, toss it on the bedside table. She tugged his pants low, planted a kiss on the bulge through his boxers. I went diamond-hard. The taboo of watching the woman I loved, kneeling for my best friend, worshiping his package right in front of me. I froze my hand—control was slipping bad. Then she yanked the boxers down. From my angle behind her, I couldn’t clock the details or depth, but it wasn’t full-on yet. Looked like she was just taking it in. She twisted to me with a grin,with her hand still moving “it’s huge, baby, it’s huge.” I teased back “think you can take it?” Knowing fully well she’ll die trying if she can’t, judging by the way her eyes lit up.
No words—she pivoted to his eyes, dipped low, hold unbroken. Minutes ticked. She ramped it up, rhythm screaming she was into it. He couldn’t peel his gaze from her face, her curves. Then, eyes off me, she beckoned me over—kept going on him, no pause. I slid in beside her on the floor. She worked her lips up and down his big manhood a bit longer. Paused, met his eyes, then mine. Leaned in, brushed my lips quick her: This cool with you? Me:Yeah Her: You caught what I just did… still good? You okay with me kissing you, the same lips that I wrapped around him?
Me:You know I am, baby She looked into my eyes and said “I want to hear you say it”
Me: I want to kiss those lips you had around him. Because it’s you. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.
And I went in for a hard kiss and broke after a minute with a smile on her face.
That smile hit me with the embarrassment-heat rush again. Her lips went back to his service, but her hand found mine, laced tight.
Aditya told her to climb on to the bed. Lie on her back. He peeled the saree right there, leaving her in panties. Slid between her legs, trailing kisses from toes to her inner thighs. Everywhere but the spot screaming for it. He glanced my way “Watch me make your girl beg for it.” And I knew he was saying it to push her every last button.
He teased her skin everywhere except there—she writhed, chasing it, but he’d ghost right at the edge. She held out, no begging, till she cracked minutes later “Come on, please how long you gonna drag this?” Aditya: Something up?
Her: fine, you win, please
Aditya: please what? Her: I want you to eat me, please. Aditya: Nobody’d guess you would need to beg for anything, would they?
Her: Who cares what they think— you gonna go for it or should I get him to handle the tongue work? Aditya: He couldn’t cut it, he wasn’t enough for you. that’s why you’re here, in my bed, begging me to eat you.
Her: I can’t take it anymore so I guess I’ll settle for him—scoot over, Aditya… (looking at me) come on, Baby, come here, it’s your turn, don’t disappoint me.
I started moving in when he cut me off Aditya: Fine, fine, I’ll get to it… hey, beat it—can’t even let me have sex with your girl in peace, can you?
She lost it laughing. I knew she wasn’t serious about me jumping in—she’d just dangled me to reel him into going down. She played him like a fiddle to get what she wanted and I couldn’t have been prouder.
Mid-laugh, he dove between her thighs and the giggles died fast. Her face shifted in seconds—no more games, no smirks, pure focus. Same for him.
He was all in, hell-bent on breaking her. Panties gone, tongue diving deep. Playtime over. She stared down at him between her legs, eyes locked, his mouth working her soft and steady. For a moment, seeing her lost in it—how raw, how electric—I wanted to step out of the room to give them the room to sink into their bliss in private. I wanted her to have her moment. Not as a girlfriend cucking her boyfriend . But as a woman in her sexual prime, hitting those bliss peaks, nothing holding her back, not even my gaze. Just her and him. Him taking her places I might never be able to take her to. Screw the consequences. She alone mattered. Her and the wave of pleasure she’s riding. Nothing else mattered to me in that moment.
He kept at it, and I watched pleasure crash over her in waves. She bucked nonstop, off in her own haze. Fingers in his hair, sometimes grinding into his face. Bet she had no thought that knew I was right there. Her rush felt endless—till about half an hour in, eyes fluttering open slow, already angled my way, body still quaking. She mouthed something fuzzy. Tugged me close by my shirt, barely audible “Tell him to slide in.” I grinned, processing how she wanted me to be the one that triggered her pleasure and she pressed “You gonna say it?” I nodded with a loving smile and brushed the hair falling on her beautiful, angelic face behind her ears. She said then “What are you gonna say to him?”
I whispered in her ears “how about I don’t say anything, I’ll let him decide how he wants to do it. After all you’re his for tonight. Not mine” I said. Her grin widened; she yanked me in for the kiss. I turned to Aditya “Go for it, idk how you do it, I just want this to be the most amazing night of her life.” My high had no ceiling. He reached for the drawer, snagged a condom. About to rip it when she halted him. Confusion hit his face. I explained the pill, asked if he trusted us if we said we’re clean. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re my best friend. And besides, the poor thing hasn’t slept with anyone other than you”
He knew how to make her laugh. Even when all she could think about is the pounding she was about to receive.
Me: (laughing) asshole. Cool, anyway, we’re skipping it. It’s her First-time doing something like this, I want her to feel everything. Bare, all in. Whatever you bring, make today stick forever.
Aditya: Damn, if you’re greenlighting this hard, one round with me and she might ghost you after. See how I got her chasing my dick? Bet she’ll hit me up anytime starting today, maybe daily—what do you think? Her: well, we’ll see if you’re as much of a man as you say as you are
Aditya: and if I am?
Her: well if you are, I might need to ask you to move in with us.
She said it dead serious. I caught a spark of real warmth in it for him—and weirdly, I was cool with it. Part of me hoped it comes true. I should be humiliated by that. Though it was all just for fun, The love of my life asking another man to move in just so she could get from what I couldn’t give her should crush my soul. But here I am, probably wanting it to happen just as bad as her, if not more. My Mind was racing to what came next. Could one fuck flip her feelings? Could she box this as just sex? No clue what brewed in her head. Just her face—glowing from what went down, braced for the mind-melt seconds away.
Aditya: and you have a room for me?
Her: why, you don’t like our bedroom?
Aditya: if I am in your bedroom, where will he go?
Her: I think we can fit a single bed in there for him, (turning to me) can’t we,baby?
She knew how to push my buttons in all the right places. She knew how to have fun. And she knew how to look like an ethereal beauty while doing it.
Aditya ditched the rubber on the table. For him: He’d been empty for ages, eyeing her like buried gold unearthed after years of treasure hunt. There she was. Waiting, aching to be taken.
For her: Solid partner, to me — she had always put others first. Now it’s time we put her first. Her Joy. That otherworldly rush. Worship. That’s what she deserved. She had two men, willing to do whatever she wanted. Ready to serve her, worship her, like she deserved to be worshipped.
She waved him in. From her thighs, he rose for the kiss. The Heat like nothing she’d shared with me—raw, consuming. She met him halfway for a kiss, one that dripped fire, and burning passion; made me wonder no kiss that fierce stays platonic, could it? Two of My most favorite people in the world, in a deep embrace led by their lips, Could I hold onto both? Could we make it work down the road? I hope so.
Lost in my head, I snapped back—they were easing off. He adjusted, lining up perfect; she dropped her head back, braced for the takeover. No glance my way, but she snagged my hand, tugged me near. Caught me off guard but glad she still wanted me in the mix. I gripped it double-fisted. He closed in too. Floor-seated, eyes on hers, our hands locked, I sat facing her, him slightly behind me, between her legs. That’s when Her squeeze crushed my hand. I knew Aditya was easing in slow. She clamped harder with each push. I wasn’t looking at him, I liked knowing what he was doing looking at the way she moved up when thrusted in and came back down, when he pulled out. It went on. Without thinking, I kissed her fierce; she fired back. But I pulled away quick. It was her moment. And as fiercely as she kissed me back, she didn’t open her eyes, when I pulled away. She was in bliss. Rhythmic moans kicked in as he pumped her steady. I pried her hand free; this time her eyes popped open. I eased back with that soft and loving look. message was clear. She understood I wanted this to be about them. Looking into my eyes, She then Wrap her arms around him. Her arms circling him tight as he drove on. That vulnerable stare she shot me? U had no words to describe the love I felt in it. But the way her hands wrapped around him, I was sure, there was some love in it. She knew I sensed it. She knew I was okay with it. She allowed herself to look at him with love as he thrusted deeper. She deserved it all. Our Eyes met again; and I saw her lips shaped a silent “thank you,” but I heard nothing, except for the moans being the only soundtrack.
It was them who were in Bed. She was in his embrace. He was the one who put her in bliss, but that gaze on me, the look in her eyes as if she’s hungry and full at the same time, like he was feeding her what she craved, but somehow it wasn’t enough for her. She can’t get snough. Her every moan felt like her rawest whisper of gratitude. Now she got her Emotional fill, her wild side seemed to surface, she lowered her hands to his lower back, pulling him deeper inside her. Mere Hours ago she’d eyed his size, wondered if she’d manage; now? She’s hauling him like escape’s impossible. Fingers roamed his back, nape, as he nipped her neck. It was Always her kill switch, even with me—like flipping a remote, kiss her neck and she’d melt to do anything. But I ain’t spilling that hack to him. I’ll let him find the keys to make her do what he wants.
I’ll let find the way to make her his. Yeah, his. Cuz it was clear for me: I was going to be sharing her heart’s affections from now. She’s Not going to be all mine anymore? I was afraid of being in this situation. But looking at her, going up and down with his every thrust, feeling what felt like the purest form of love we had between us as her eyes met mine every now and then, it felt like sharing her affections with a man who could make her forget everything was worth it. Her joy came first. If it takes a tag-team to keep her in this level of bliss always, I’ll say game on.
Her face had the pure longing and satisfaction I’d chased to see in her forever. It was 5 PM, rain was drumming outside, the room dark with just the electric fireplace glowing. Their skin gleaming gold, bodies moving in sync, each push sinking further into her, I prayed this moment woul be in an eternal loop. Bet they did too. Her Moans started to swell, owning the room—hell, even someone in the hallways would be able to hear. I was proud as hell she owned her moment. I Couldn’t fight it anymore—I’d never throbbed harder in my underwear. I wanted to Hold off untill they wrapped, maybe borrow her hands as I doubted she would want me inside right after he’s done. I didn’t want to stroke myself yet to dodge any possibility of a post nut clarity ruining her bliss. She Looked like she was having the most amazing night of her life. Today, If I came, and still liked what I watched happen, our life was going to change. There’s going to be countless nights ahead like this one. That hope reignited me fresh. Her soft cries, his rhythm—varied wildly, but she devoured each. She embraced each pattern of thrusting he gave her. He owned the art of leaving her hooked, the way she’d reel him back. Her Face twisted as if she was in pain, but those sounds coming out of her told a different story. I Wondered what she thinking.
Her Moans got more sensual, and it was music to my ears. Occasionally, whispers leaked. I crept closer, straining to listen what they were saying to each other. But Couldn’t parse her murmurs but I understood that he could make out what she said judging by the way he sped up, hammering her harder than I’d pegged she will be able to take, but she ate it up.
My thoughts went like “Damn, she could take a pounding” if she’s capable of sustaining this level of destruction from him, was I ever Enough for her before? Will she ever feel the Same with me hereafter? Her Toes curling hard said no and I laughed to myself inside “No wonder she was eager to do this, she was starving for a man, a man like the one who’s inside her in that moment. And Now that she had him, she can’t get enough.
She was the only one I’d ever been with, so I wasn’t aware of the level of sexual prowess she had but I was sure about one thing. I was holding her back. There were depths of her I haven’t reached. And I felt lucky I was getting to watch her finesse. The way she embraced him drove both him and me crazy. And i had a feeling I was only seeing the beginning of her conquest. I only started the war. But i knew it was going to be a long war and I had no doubt she was on the winning side. She looked like she was going to own the world in that moment.
Then Aditya muttered something; she gestured to me to come closer. Her Hand gripped mine like she did before. Then looking at me, she said something to him which told me she was done holding back: come on baby, I want you to cum deep inside me.
I was confused for a second but then realised when she said “baby” she was referring to him. That sent a silent jolt inside me when I realised she officially declared I had a competetor. That pulled pangs of jealousy inside me I didn’t know I had.
I think Aditya was just as confused though he didn’t stop pounding her. As soon as he realised the same, He railed her like this is the last night of their lives. I chased their peak, stroking frantic. Planned to hold, but her grip, eyes flicking between him and me were too overwhelming and I exploded the hardest orgasm ever. Cum glazed her hand which held mine. She smiled looking at me.
They rode the final wave for a few more minutes and crashed in sync. Gasping wrecks—Aditya flopped atop her, lingered, then rolled; she flipped on top, kissed him and went down before licking his shaft clean top to bottom. I was looking at her leaking his seed down below. She noticed and called me to ask for my Hand. she guided it low till his cum mixed with her slick soaked my fingers. She then licked my fingers clean and pulled me in for one final kiss.
Then she laid back on her and whispered low. I understood they didn’t want me to hear what they were saying. I stayed back processing what had just happened. They talked in whispers for a few more minutes followed by both of them getting up to stand on the floor and sharing a kiss while she stood on her toes to kiss him. I knew she must have been thinking about how long it had been since she had to stand on her toes for a kiss. She was a couple of inches taller than me so she never had to.
Then he picked her up like a baby, her legs wrapped around his back, her head resting on his shoulders, her eyes looking at me, as he walked into the bathroom for a shower and her hands closed the door behind them and I heard the lock click.
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