Krish was lost in the rhythmic swaying of the jeep, the jungle canopy above casting dappled shadows on his face. Beside him, his wife Anu leaned back, her eyes half-closed as she sipped from a flask of whiskey they had brought along. The safari had been exhilarating, but now, as dusk settled in, it was time to relax and unwind with their friends, Dhaval and Raji.
“Another round?” Dhaval suggested, holding up a bottle, already halfway empty. His hand was steady, but there was a mischievous glint in his eye that Krish couldn’t quite place.
Raji chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down Krish’s spine. She was reclining next to her husband, her legs crossed elegantly, a contented smile playing on her lips. “Why not? We are on vacation after all,” she said, reaching over to take the bottle from Dhaval.
Anu sat up straight, grabbing the bottle from Raji before she could pour herself a drink. “You know what I want,” she said, her voice low and sultry. Krish felt a jolt of heat run through him as he watched her tilt her head back, the amber liquid sliding down her throat.
The jeep came to a stop near a small clearing, the soft hum of insects filling the air. They gathered around a campfire, the flames dancing hypnotically as they shared stories and laughter. The mood was playful, teasing, and there was an underlying tension that Krish couldn’t ignore. It was as if the jungle itself was adding fuel to their growing desires.
Dhaval leaned in close to Krish, his breath warm against his ear. “Ever thought about how good Raji tastes?” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire.
Krish swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced at Anu, who was staring intently at the flames, her expression unreadable. “What are you getting at?” he finally managed to ask, his voice hoarse.
Dhaval just smirked, dropping the subject as quickly as it had arisen. But the seed had been planted, and Krish couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen.
As the night wore on, the drinks flowed freely, loosening inhibitions and stoking the simmering fire between them. Raji stretched languidly, her blouse pulling tight across her chest as she reached for another drink. Anu caught her eye, and for a moment, there was a silent understanding between them. It was a look that sent a thrill through Krish, one he hadn’t felt in years.
“Let’s take this inside,” Raji suggested, standing up and swaying slightly. Her gaze shifted to Dhaval, who nodded eagerly.
They made their way to the tent, the cool night air brushing against their heated skin. Inside, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Krish found himself pressed up against Anu, her body flush against his as they stumbled into the makeshift bedding.
“Kiss me,” Anu whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Krish obliged, his lips finding hers in the dim light. The kiss was hungry, desperate, and when he pulled away, he saw that Dhaval and Raji were already locked in an equally passionate embrace.
“God, I have wanted this for so long,” Dhaval growled, his hands roaming Raji’s body with possessive fervor.
Raji gasped, arching her back as Dhaval’s fingers found her nipples, pinching them lightly. “Then take it,” she breathed, her voice trembling with desire.
Krish watched, mesmerized, as Dhaval’s hands slid lower, slipping beneath Raji’s skirt. She moaned, her hips bucking as his fingers delved into her wetness.
“Your turn,” Anu whispered, pressing her body closer to Krish.
He hesitated for only a moment before his hands were on her, exploring every inch of her soft skin. Her breasts were firm under his touch, and when he circled her nipples, she let out a soft moan, her head falling back.
“Watching you two is making me so wet,” Anu admitted, her voice husky.
Krish’s cock twitched at her words, and he couldn’t resist the urge any longer. He pushed her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. His fingers trailed down her thigh, finally coming to rest at her entrance. He slipped one finger inside, then another, reveling in the slippery heat of her pussy.
Anu’s breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust his fingers deeper. “Fuck, yes,” she panted, her hips rising to meet his hand.
Across the tent, Dhaval had lifted Raji’s skirt higher, revealing her glistening pussy. He knelt between her legs, his tongue darting out to taste her. Raji cried out, her hands gripping his hair as he licked and sucked at her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
“I need more,” Raji whimpered, her thighs quivering around Dhaval’s head.
Without warning, Dhaval stood up, his cock hard and throbbing. He positioned himself at Raji’s entrance, guiding himself inside her with deliberate slowness. Raji groaned, her eyes fluttering closed as he filled her completely.
“Feels so good,” Dhaval grunted, beginning to thrust into her with slow, deep strokes.
Krish’s own cock ached with need, and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself between Anu’s legs, lining his dick up with her dripping entrance. With one swift motion, he pushed inside her, filling her completely.
Anu gasped, her walls tightening around him as he began to move. “Yes, Krish, fuck me,” she moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts with increasing urgency.
The tent was filled with the sounds of their combined pleasure, the rhythm of their bodies meshing together in a symphony of lust. Krish could feel his orgasm building, the pressure mounting with each thrust.
“Almost there,” he muttered, his teeth clenched as he pounded into Anu harder.
“Me too,” Raji cried out, her voice breaking as she came, her pussy clenching around Dhaval’s cock.
Dhaval groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own release. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal.
Just then, Anu’s hands moved to Krish’s hips, pulling him even deeper. “I need you deeper,” she demanded, her voice laced with desperation.
But before Krish could comply, Dhaval pulled out of Raji, his cock glistening with her juices. He turned to Krish, a predatory gleam in his eye. “My turn,” he said simply, pushing Krish back and positioning himself at Anu’s entrance.
Krish watched, stunned, as Dhaval slid into Anu, his cock thicker and longer than Krish’s own. Anu’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and pleasure crossing her face as Dhaval began to thrust into her.
“Oh my god,” Anu gasped, her nails digging into Dhaval’s back. “That feels…”
Before she could finish, Dhaval grabbed her legs, spreading them wider. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice rough.
Anu obeyed, her eyes fixated on his cock as he pulled out of her pussy, leaving it throbbing and open. Then, without warning, Dhaval thrust his cock into Anu’s waiting mouth, fucking her face with relentless precision.
Krish’s mind reeled, a mixture of jealousy and arousal boiling within him. He glanced at Raji, who was watching the scene unfold with a wicked smile. “Come here,” she beckoned, her fingers curling seductively.
Krish approached, his cock still hard and aching for attention. Raji didn’t waste any time; she dropped to her knees in front of him, taking his cock into her mouth with practiced ease. Krish groaned, his hands gripping her hair as she bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
“Fuck, Raji,” he muttered, his hips moving involuntarily as she worked her magic on him.
Meanwhile, Anu was struggling to keep up with Dhaval’s demands, her throat working overtime as he fucked her mouth. “Suck it deeper,” he ordered, his voice gruff with control.
Anu gagged slightly, but she complied, her eyes watering as she took him deeper. Dhaval’s thrusts grew faster, harder, until finally, with a roar, he came, filling Anu’s mouth with his hot seed.
Krish watched, entranced, as Dhaval withdrew, leaving Anu gasping for breath, her mouth glistening with his cum. “Swallow it,” Dhaval commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.
Anu did as she was told, her throat contracting as she swallowed his load. When she looked up at Krish, there was a hint of defiance in her eyes, a challenge that sent a thrill through him.
“Enough of that,” Dhaval said, turning to Krish with a predatory grin. “Time to see how you handle my cock.”
Before Krish could react, Dhaval had him on his back, positioning himself at Krish’s entrance. Krish’s heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him as Dhaval lined up his thick cock.
“Relax,” Dhaval said, his voice soothing. “Trust me.”
Krish tried to relax, but the anticipation was almost unbearable. Then, with one smooth motion, Dhaval pushed inside. Krish’s eyes widened, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as Dhaval filled him completely.
“Fuck,” Krish muttered, his fists clenching as he adjusted to the intrusion. But despite the initial pain, there was a strange sensation of rightness, of completion that he couldn’t deny.
Dhaval began to thrust, slow and steady at first, giving Krish time to adjust. “Good?” he asked, his voice laden with satisfaction.
Krish nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yeah, good,” he managed to say, his voice strained.
Dhaval chuckled, picking up the pace. “Then let’s make it better,” he said, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper.
Krish’s mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. He glanced over at Anu, who was watching him with a mixture of amazement and delight.
“You like that, baby?” she teased, her voice dripping with affection.
Krish could only nod, his entire focus centered on the man fucking him, the man whose cock was stretching him in ways he never imagined possible.
“Tell me you like it,” Dhaval instructed, his voice brooking no refusal.
“I like it,” Krish breathed, his voice raw with emotion. “I like your cock inside me.”
Dhaval rewarded him with a deep, powerful thrust, hitting a spot inside Krish that made him see stars. “Good boy,” Dhaval murmured, his voice full of approval.
Krish’s orgasm was building, the pressure mounting with each thrust. He could feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the telltale sign that he was about to come.
“Almost there,” he panted, his voice breaking.
Dhaval’s thrusts grew erratic, his breathing heavy as he too neared his climax. “Come with me,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal.
Krish’s vision blurred as he came, his body convulsing with pleasure. Dhaval followed suit, his cock pulsing inside Krish as he poured his seed deep within him.