Nikita lay face down on the bed, her naked back glistening, clothed only in her floral cotton shorts. Above her, Ajay positioned himself, his pelvis pressing against the curve of her thick ass, while Vijay stood beside them, receiving the fervent attention of her dripping, eager mouth. Meanwhile, I lay on my side, facing her, struggling to obey the strict command of stroking my cock no more than once per second—a maddeningly slow rhythm that teased and tortured me.
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Ten intense minutes had slipped by. Saliva dripped from her mouth, pooling onto her hand and trickling down to the floor—a tantalizing waste I wished I could capture to lubricate my own throbbing shaft. My pre-cum slicked the sheets beneath me, marking my desperate yearning.
Suddenly, Nikita’s voice pierced my spiraling thoughts. “Oh, Ajay! You sly bastard!” she exclaimed. “A rub to your shaft in exchange for a massage? Your precum’s soaked me from behind—I can feel it deep in my ass now.”
My heart leapt; I halted my stroke instantly, overcome with excitement. Not allowed to climax, I moaned inwardly at my restraint. Ajay noticed my sudden stop and, startled, ceased his movements as well.
Nikita spun her head toward me, eyes sharp. To my surprise, instead of indulgence, her gaze burned cold with disappointment—a clear sign that I had defied her instructions. Without hesitation, she ended Vijay’s oral service, told Ajay to step away, and stood tall, hips swaying enticingly as her shorts fell away, exposing luscious curves. Seated cross-legged against the headboard, she confronted me.
“You dare disobey me? Knowing full well the consequences?”
I bit my lip, caught between astonishment and dark thrill at the prospect of witnessing this harsher side of my wife’s will.
Her tone softened. “Let’s take a break.” Despite her words, the saliva and Vijay’s precum still glittered around her mouth, unmoved in their presence.
She beckoned Vijay to prepare three neat whiskies and a glass of wine for herself. Spotting one glass short, she directed him to use a water glass from the room for my drink. Silent, I complied.
Nikita took the first glass, wiping her mouth and face clean by dragging her hand across the rim. Then, shockingly, she gathered the mixture she held in her mouth and spat it into the glass. Raising a finger, she summoned Vijay closer, gripping his erect cock and ceremoniously wiping it against the glass’s brim, removing every drop of his precum.
Ajay, Vijay, and I exchanged puzzled glances. Questions churned silently—what game was she playing? And who would dare drink this blend of saliva, precum, and whiskey?
With a wicked smile, Nikita dipped a finger into the glass, licked it clean, then offered it to Vijay. “For you, but don’t drink yet.” Vijay’s eyes flicked between us, dazed. She continued, then called for another water glass, this time for a far spicier concoction.
Her shorts dropped. Grabbing the wet fabric—soaked with her juices and Ajay’s precum—she drenched it in the water, then squeezed it firmly into the whiskey glass, stirring the mixture lightly before kissing the rim. Without hesitation, she handed the glass to Ajay.
Turning to me, she commanded, “Wondering what I have planned, dear? Just watch… and don’t let that cock go soft.” Then she took the glass of wine, downing most of it, leaving just a sip before diving onto my cock. Her mouth wrapped around me once more, wine-choked, she gasped and coughed before spitting back into my glass of whiskey.
“You two should toast to me,” she teased, chuckling. We were too drunk and aroused to refuse.
She laughed as we drank eagerly. “Who wants the next round?” Silence lingered, then I answered, “I’m fine with whatever you want, babe.”
“Sweet husband,” she purred. “Fetch the extra dotted condoms from my purse in the cupboard, please.”
The thought of my wife in the arms of two strangers while I obediently watched drove me harder than ever. Returning with the condoms, I found Ajay and Vijay sprawled on the bed, pants lowered, Nikita perched between them, grasping each by the shaft.
“Oops, no room here,” she smiled mischievously. “Grab a chair and watch what I’m capable of, dear husband.”
I obeyed without protest, remembering always that Nikita held the reins of our relationship.
As I sat, I recalled the tumultuous journey that led me here—a place where humiliation morphed into twisted devotion, and anger faded into dark pleasure. The woman who once belittled me now ruled my desires, punishing and rewarding in equal measure.
Nikita’s hands moved expertly, coaxing pleasure from both men as they nursed at her breasts. Her body trembled, lips bitten, eyes shuttered in bliss. She summoned Vijay to take a condom from me, who snatched it aggressively, a clear claim of territory.
“Take me from behind,” she commanded. “Ajay, sit against the headboard. I want to look at my husband and savor how sorry he is.”
Ajay obeyed immediately, spreading his legs under her, while Vijay lined up behind her, smirking at me with dark amusement.
Nikita’s voice grew demanding: “No teasing. Just shove it in.”
While Ajay received her eager, if coughing, oral attention—an act she once refused for me violently—Vijay plunged inside her suddenly. Her face twisted in surprise, then settled into a mischievous smile. “You sneaky bastard,” she murmured. “Waiting for me to be fit for sucking, then jumping right in.”
My pre-cum ran hot and thick as guilt consumed me, powerless to interfere, held captive by her dominance.
The scene stretched on, and soon Ajay groaned, “I’m coming, Nikita…” Spurting his seed into her mouth, she swallowed hungrily, pressing a finger to his lips and ordering, “Swallow it if you want more.” He obeyed, gulping down every drop.
Turning to Vijay, she teased, “Still holding back? I want to feel you inside me.”
Vijay gave in with a growl, asking where to release himself. She rolled onto her back, open and expectant: “Sit on me. Cum on my face.”
He groaned, “Oh yes, bitch! I’m coming!” The harsh word shocked me, but before I could protest, Nikita claimed it, whispering seductively, “Yes baby, cum on your bitch’s face.”
Vijay’s release painted her skin as she lay back, mouth agape, perhaps hoping some might return to her lips. Ajay had dressed and stepped back, while Vijay withdrew too, leaving me alone with my wife.
“Come here,” she beckoned, mouth still slick.
I obeyed as she suckled my cock passionately, signaling Ajay and Vijay to leave us alone. Within moments, I exploded in her mouth, the flood of my climax collected and returned in a deep kiss. She guided me to swallow before slipping off to clean up.
Standing in that quiet room, the taste of strangers still lingering on my tongue, I felt the weight of all that had passed in these first wild hours in Pune. Nikita returned, settling into bed, and sleep claimed her swiftly.
Thus ended the first day of our encounter in this unfamiliar city—where desire, humiliation, and dominance collided in a heady, unforgettable climax.