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I lay in bed, my body still throbbing with pleasure from my last encounter with Faizal. The memories of our passionate afternoon lingered in my mind, leaving me satisfied and restless. Faizal had awakened desires within me that I never knew existed. I couldn’t deny my curiosity to explore even further.
One particular fantasy had been lurking at the back of my mind for some time now. I wanted to experience a threesome. The thought of being pleasured by two men simultaneously excited me. I knew that Faizal, with his adventurous spirit, might just be open to the idea.
As I contemplated sharing my desire with him, doubts began to creep in. What if he found the suggestion offensive? Our relationship was already complex, built on secrecy and forbidden pleasures. Would he view my request as a betrayal, or perhaps as a sign that I was growing bored of him?
Steeling myself, I broached the topic one quiet evening as we lay entangled after making love. “Faizal,” I whispered, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to try, something I think we’d both enjoy.” I took a breath, my heart pounding. “I want to have a threesome.”
Faizal’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he was silent. Then, a flicker of concern crossed his face. “Are you not satisfied with me alone?” he asked, his voice tinged with hurt. “Do you crave more than what I can give?”
I quickly assured him that it had nothing to do with any shortcomings on his part. “You satisfy me completely, Faizal. But this is a fantasy I’ve had for a while, and I trust you to help make it a reality.”
Faizal remained quiet, his expression unreadable. Worried that I had overstepped, I continued. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“No, it’s not that,” he interrupted. “It’s just—I confess I’ve never considered something like this. The idea of sharing you with another man doesn’t sit well with me.”
I nodded, understanding his hesitation. “I know it’s a lot to ask. We don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable. I just thought, given how adventurous we’ve been, that you might be open to the idea.”
Faizal sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I want to fulfill your desires, Radhika. But this is something I need to think about. Let’s not rush into anything.”
We left the matter there, neither of us bringing it up again for several days. I assumed Faizal needed time to process the suggestion, and I respected his wish for space. Yet, I couldn’t shake the lingering hope that perhaps he was warming up to the idea.
One afternoon, Faizal surprised me with a spontaneous outing. “I’ve booked a resort for the day,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Just you and me, a change of scenery, and some fun.”
I eagerly packed my bags, slipping into a glamorous bikini set I had saved for a special occasion. The drive to the resort was filled with playful banter and stolen kisses. Faizal seemed more relaxed than I’d seen him in days. I wondered if our impending threesome was indeed on his mind.
We checked into our luxurious villa. The room exuded an air of sensuality, with soft lighting and a bed that seemed to beckon us. Faizal pulled me close, his eyes dark with desire. “Before we bring a third person into our bed,” he said, his lips brushing mine, “let’s remind each other why we’re so good together.”
I didn’t need further encouragement. We kissed passionately, our hands frantically working to remove each other’s clothes. Faizal’s mouth trailed down my neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving me breathless with need. He undressed me slowly, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of newly exposed skin.
Then, he surprised me by blindfolding me with a soft scarf. “Let your other senses take over,” he murmured, his breath warm on my skin. I felt vulnerable yet intensely aroused, my senses heightening as he teased and tantalized me. Faizal led me to the bed, gently pushing me down onto the soft sheets.
I giggled, my body tingling with anticipation. Then, his mouth found my most sensitive spot. He ate me with abandon, his tongue swirling and lapping at my clit while his fingers worked their magic inside me. I moaned loudly, my body arching off the bed as pleasure washed over me.
Suddenly, I felt another pair of hands cup my breasts, sending shivers down my spine. The sensation was different, unfamiliar. I tried to wriggle away, but the hands held me firmly in place. Then, I felt a pair of lips against mine, not Faizal’s.
A new mouth ravished my neck, sending pleasure coursing through my body. I was overwhelmed by the sensation of being desired by two men at once. Faizal continued to work his magic on my clit. His tongue never ceased its relentless assault on my pleasure center.
The stranger’s hands explored my body, his fingers trailing down my stomach and slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. He teased the sensitive skin around my core, his touch confident and skilled. My body reacted instinctively, my hips arching towards him, inviting more.
I was caught in a whirlwind of pleasure, unable to process what was happening. Faizal whispered in my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. “Do you like that, Radhika? Are you ready for more?”
I nodded eagerly, my inhibitions melting away under the onslaught of pleasure. Faizal helped me to my knees, guiding my hands to what I soon realized were two hard cocks. I stroked them both, marveling at their thickness and length. I took turns teasing them with my tongue.
My mouth was watering at the thought of what was to come. Faizal guided me to the bed, where I lay down on my back. I felt the stranger position himself between my legs, his cock teasing my entrance. With a gentle thrust, he slid inside me, filling me completely.
At the same time, Faizal moved to my mouth, and I took him in, sucking greedily. I was in bliss, experiencing the pleasure of giving and receiving simultaneously. The stranger began to move, his hips thrusting slowly at first, then with increasing urgency.
Faizal moaned above me, his hands gripping my hair as I bobbed my head up and down on his length. The stranger picked up the pace, pounding into me with abandon. I could feel his passion, his desire, and it only fueled my own. Faizal removed my blindfold.
I looked up to see him watching us with dark, intense eyes. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he murmured. “Keep going.” The sight of Faizal’s pleasure-filled face pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed over me, my body trembling as waves of pleasure pulsed through me.
The stranger grunted above me, his grip on my hips tightening as he found his own release. I savored the feeling of his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his warmth. Then, he slowly withdrew, leaving me feeling deliciously empty.
Faizal moved to lie beside me, holding me close as we both caught our breath. I looked over at the stranger, curious to see the face of the man who had just given me such incredible pleasure. I recognized him immediately—it was Sanjay, a friend of Faizal’s who also goes to the gym.
He gave me a wicked smile, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “That was incredible, Radhika. Thank you.” Faizal pulled me into his arms, nuzzling my neck. “Are you ready for more?” he whispered. I nodded eagerly, my body still humming with desire.
Faizal and Sanjay positioned me on my hands and knees, my ass presented to them. Faizal entered me from behind, his cock sliding into my wetness with ease. At the same time, Sanjay knelt in front of me, offering his thick cock to my waiting mouth.
I was in heaven, filled in both holes, experiencing a sandwich of pleasure. Faizal pounded into me with abandon, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust deep. Sanjay held my hair, guiding my mouth up and down on his shaft. I savored the taste of him, my lips wrapped tight around his girth.
Faizal pumped into me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt another orgasm building deep within me. “I’m going to cum soon,” Faizal groaned. “Where do you want it?”
I whimpered around Sanjay’s cock, unable to answer. Faizal pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my back. He positioned himself at my mouth, feeding his cock to me as he continued to stroke my wetness. “Suck me while he fucks you,” he commanded.
Sanjay positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip of his cock. He pushed inside, stretching me as he filled me. I moaned loudly around Faizal’s length, the sensation of being so completely filled pushed me over the edge again.
I came hard around Sanjay’s cock, my body convulsing with pleasure. Faizal groaned above me, his cock throbbing in my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, relishing the taste of his release. He pulled out of my mouth, spent, and lay beside me, breathing heavily.
Sanjay, still embedded deep within me, picked up the pace. He slammed into me with force, his thrusts primal and urgent. I could feel his desire to claim me, to mark me as his own. His grip on my hips bruised me, but I relished the pain, wanting him to take me with abandon.
Suddenly, Sanjay tensed above me, his body rigid as he emptied himself inside me. I gasped, feeling his warmth flood me, a powerful reminder of the pleasure we had just shared. He pulled out slowly, his cock slick with our combined juices.
Faizal and Sanjay helped me to my feet, leading me into the resort’s luxurious bathroom. Faizal turned on the shower, stepping in with me and drawing me close. The warm water cascaded over us, washing away the remnants of our passionate encounter.
Then, Sanjay joined us in the shower, embracing me from behind. I could feel his renewed erection pressing against my back, a testament to his enduring desire. Faizal took the soap, lathering my body with gentle hands.
Sanjay’s hands joined Faizal’s, exploring my body with reverence. Their touches were gentle, almost worshipful. They caressed every inch of my skin. I stood, sandwiched between them, feeling utterly desired and cherished.
Faizal kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine. Sanjay’s hands roamed lower, cupping my breasts and teasing my hardening nipples. Faizal’s mouth trailed down my neck, his tongue swirling around my sensitive earlobe.
I was caught in a web of pleasure, the heat of the shower, the sensation of two pairs of hands exploring my body, driving me wild. Sanjay’s mouth found my nipple, sucking and nibbling as Faizal kissed a trail down my spine.
Faizal dropped to his knees, drawing my leg over his shoulder. His tongue dipped into my folds, tasting Sanjay’s essence within me. He lapped at my clit, his tongue sending jolts of pleasure through me. Sanjay kissed my neck, his hands roaming lower to grip my ass cheeks.
I was surrounded by their hunger, their desire for me evident in every touch and kiss. Faizal’s tongue flicked my clit relentlessly, pushing me ever closer to the edge. Sanjay whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “We’re not done with you yet, beautiful.”
His words sent me over the edge. I cried out, my body shaking as waves of pleasure ripped through me. Faizal continued to lick and suck, milking every last drop of pleasure from me. Sanjay held me steady, his strong arms a much-needed anchor as my body trembled uncontrollably.
When I finally came down from my high, Faizal and Sanjay helped me out of the shower. They dried me gently, their touches soft and loving. Faizal kissed me deeply, his eyes shimmering with emotion. “Thank you,” he murmured. “That was incredible.”
I smiled, my heart full. “It was my pleasure. Thank you both.”
Sanjay embraced me, his arms strong and protective. “It’s time for me to leave, but I’ll never forget this day.”
I nodded, feeling a twinge of sadness at his impending departure. “Thank you for this experience, Sanjay,” I whispered.
He gave me a final, lingering kiss before dressing and heading for the door. Faizal and I watched him leave, a mix of emotions swirling within us.
Faizal pulled me close, his arms tightening around me. “Let’s lie down, baby. We can rest now.” I nodded, my body still buzzing with the afterglow of our shared pleasure. Faizal and I lay entwined in each other’s arms, our bodies glistening with the remnants of our passion.
The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of Sanjay’s cologne that still clung to my skin. Faizal nuzzled my neck, his breath tickling my skin. “I love you, Radhika. Always remember that.”
I squeezed him tighter, my heart overflowing with emotions I couldn’t put into words. We fell asleep, nude, still smelling of sex and covered in the cum on my breasts and ass.