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Amit here, diving into Part 2 of our Himachal escapade. After that first night by the river, where I watched Dave claim Neha under the stars, things shifted gears fast. She confessed everything in whispers back in our room. How his size stretched her, how rough he was compared to me, how she came twice before he did. It stung like hell, but fuck, it turned me on. We agreed to see where it went; no promises, just riding the high of the forbidden.
The next day, we all met up for a hike to Rohtang Pass. Snowy trails, crisp air, the three of us bundled in jackets. Dave led the way, his long strides eating up the path, while Neha stuck close, her hand occasionally brushing his. I trailed behind, camera in hand, snapping pics but really just observing the chemistry crackling between them. She’d laugh at his stories about cliff-jumping in the States, her gloved fingers lingering on his arm for “balance” on slippery spots. “You’re so strong, Dave,” she’d say, batting those kohl-lined eyes. He’d grin back, blue eyes hungry, and shoot me a look like, “You cool with this, buddy?” I’d nod, my gut twisting in that addictive way.
By afternoon, we found a secluded meadow off the main trail, blanket of fresh snow, pines framing it like a postcard. We unpacked snacks, popped open some beers we’d smuggled up. The altitude and booze hit quick, loosening us all. Neha stripped off her jacket, revealing a tight thermal top that clung to her yoga-toned curves, her nipples perking up in the cold. Dave noticed immediately, his gaze dropping to her chest. “Damn, Neha, you’re handling this chill better than us wimps.” She smirked, arching her back a bit. “Yoga helps. Want me to show you some poses?”
That’s when it turned. Dave set his beer down, stepped closer, and without a word, grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him. She gasped, but it was more surprise than protest. Her full lips parting, dimple flashing as she looked up at him. “Dave… Amit’s right here,” she murmured, but her hands were already on his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt. He glanced at me, sitting there on the picnic blanket like a statue, my heart pounding. “Yeah, he is. He will watch.” His voice was low, confident, like he knew exactly what I was – a willing spectator in my own cuckolding.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Part of me wanted to yell, to pull her away, but the bigger part, the twisted one, froze me in place, cock stirring in my pants as I watched him take control. Dave didn’t seek permission; he knew I wouldn’t give it, and couldn’t stop him even if I tried. His big hands slid down to her ass, squeezing through her leggings, lifting her slightly so her legs wrapped around his hips instinctively. “Been thinking about this since last night,” he growled, kissing her hard, his tongue invading her mouth while she moaned into it, her fingers tangling in his blond hair.
They dropped to the snow-dusted grass right there, ten feet from me, him on top, grinding his bulge against her core. Neha’s eyes flicked to mine once, wide and hazy with lust, before she surrendered completely. “Amit… watch me,” she breathed, as Dave yanked her top up, exposing her perky tits to the cold air. He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, making her arch and cry out. “Fuck, yes… bite it.” She was wilder than I’d ever seen, her long legs spreading as he peeled her leggings down, thong following, leaving her bare and glistening in the open air.
Dave stripped fast; shirt off, pants down, his thick cock springing free, bigger than mine, veined and throbbing. He didn’t bother with foreplay this time; just positioned himself and thrust in deep, raw again, her pussy still slick from imagining this all morning. Neha’s scream echoed off the mountains—“Oh god, Dave, you’re so big!”—as he started pounding her, snow crunching under them. I sat there, paralyzed, stroking myself through my jeans, watching his ass flex with each brutal stroke, her nails raking his back, legs locked around him.
He flipped her onto all fours, facing me now, so I could see her face contort in ecstasy. “Tell him, Neha,” Dave commanded, slapping her ass lightly as he re-entered from behind, pulling her ponytail like reins. “Tell Amit how much better this feels.” She locked eyes with me, biting her lip, moans spilling out. “It’s… ah… so much deeper, baby. He fucks me like you can’t.” The words hit like a punch, but I came in my pants right then, untouched beyond my own hand, humiliation fueling the orgasm.
Dave wasn’t done. He pulled out, flipped her back over, and straddled her chest, feeding his cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, gagging a bit on his length, saliva dripping as he face-fucked her gently at first, then harder. “Good girl… take it all.” Finally, he moved back down, missionary style, hiking her legs over his shoulders for deeper access. They rutted like animals, her cumming first; body shaking, screaming his name, then him, burying deep and groaning as he pumped her full again.
They collapsed, panting, her head on his chest while he stroked her hair. I just… sat there, spent and silent, until Dave looked over with a smug grin. “Thanks for the show, Amit. She’s something else.” Neha smiled weakly at me, reaching out a hand. “Come here, love.” We cuddled as a trio after, but the dynamic had shifted forever.
That night back at the homestay, Neha and I talked, her assuring me she loved me, me admitting how hot it was. Dave wanted to meet us again, but we had few friends join us the next three days so we couldn’t meet him again. But he left Neha his number if we want to fix a plan sometimes later.
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