Hello readers! I hope you all are doing great. I’m back with yet another story. This time, narrating the threesome encounter that happened between my wife, our maid and me. I assume you have read my previous story, ‘Makeshift Arrangement with our Maid Khushi’ by now.
Hopefully, you all will have liked it very much. So get into a cosy place and turn on your erotic mode to get to know what happened after my wife returned.
My wife, Vedika, was back at our home in Bangalore. It was a few months after the delivery of our first baby boy at her parents’ place. She had an arrangement with our maid so that I wouldn’t be deprived of sex in her absence. She was delighted to know that the arrangement worked well.
Doctors generally advise not to practice sexual intercourse until a few months post-pregnancy. But I could manage it as Khushi was by my side. And now, many months later, my wife was medically fit to have sex again. However, post-pregnancy, she got a little chubbier. It made her look even more cute.
I could not resist getting physical with her in bed. I pounded her almost once every two days. More than me, it was she who was desperate. Though Khushi and I made a lot out of the pregnancy period, Vedika was deprived of all the fun. Now, after Vedika’s return, it was the other way around.
Now Khushi had started missing all the fun that she had with me. My wife and I noticed that she was somewhat unhappy after Vedika’s return. She felt left out of our family. Vedika had a very strong bond with Khushi. She couldn’t see her this way and knew what Khushi wanted.
She spoke to me about this, and I happened to tell her that the best solution would be the three of us getting involved simultaneously, i.e. basically a threesome. But my wife was quite orthodox about it and wasn’t comfortable with the idea. So, I stopped pursuing her.
For me, her comfort comes first. We did not talk to Khushi about why her mood was off all these days.
One night, when we both were in our bedroom. Trying to find peace in each other after a hectic day. We lay in our bed, cuddling with each other. We started kissing, making out passionately. Took off our clothes voluntarily in a jiffy. Our smooth bodies rubbing against each other.
The fire started getting intense with each passing second. Vedika said she wanted to come over and ride me. My cock was erect, resembling the gear stick of a car. It would go very far tonight on a journey of passion. My chubby wife was now over me.
Her wet pussy facilitated the entry of my dick into her pussy. All set to reach the peak of happiness, we got into the momentum. She started riding me, initially slowly. Then, her speed rose gradually as we both matched a rhythm. The bedroom lay cloaked in darkness.
The only sound punctuating the stillness was the low hum of the air conditioner, diligently maintaining a cool ambience. Yet, its efforts proved futile against the fervent heat emanating from the bed. Vedika and I were entwined in passion and utterly absorbed in an intimate embrace.
Immersed in our private world, we paid no heed to the outside, our surroundings forgotten in the throes of our fervour. Suddenly, the sanctity of our solitude was disrupted. The bedroom door creaked open. Its slow movement allowed a sliver of light from the hallway.
The unexpected intrusion revealed the silhouette of Khushi, our maid, standing frozen in the doorway. Her eyes widened in astonishment at the sight before her. On the bed, I lay on my back, my gaze inadvertently meeting hers, my expression a mix of shock and alarm.
Vedika, her bare back turned toward the door, reacted slower. With an air of languid curiosity, she glanced over her shoulder. The interruption barely registered as a disruption in her sensuous rhythm. Her nonchalance contrasted starkly with the startled tension in the room.
Khushi, visibly flustered, hesitated. The unmistakable sounds of moaning that had drawn her to the door now seemed to echo louder in her mind. Summoning her courage, she stammered an explanation, her voice tinged with embarrassment.
She had left her mobile phone charging in the bedroom, she explained. She had ventured in to retrieve it. Her words hung awkwardly in the air, a stark reminder of the boundary she had crossed. The room, once a haven of unbridled passion, now bristled with awkward tension.
The unexpected intersection of worlds left a lasting impression on all three. But I understood it wasn’t her mobile that forced her to intrude on our privacy. That was just an excuse. She must have overheard our moans. That must have made her horny enough to walk into our room.
The light entering from the hallway made things visible in the room. She slowly built the courage to enter inside. She tiptoed to the charging point and disconnected her phone from the cable. She reverted her direction. Being the obedient maid that she was, tried her best not to look at us.
She started to walk out of the room and murmured to us, “Sorry, Didi.” That is when Vedika stopped her and said in a commanding voice, “Khushi!” Khushi thought it was game over for her. Vedika did not mind when Khushi tried to get playful with us.
But she hated it when somebody interrupted our private moments. Our maid looked down as she prepared herself to listen to whatever her madam had to say.
(Our conversations took place in our native language. But I’m translating them into English for you guys.)
Vedika paused, calmed herself and said, “I want you to join us today.” She was surprised to hear this. And so was I because I never expected Vedika to agree to a threesome with Khushi. But it was going to happen today. Khushi excitedly ran to close the door.
Vedika cautioned her, “Slowly, Dhruv (our son) is sleeping. Make sure he doesn’t wake up.” He was put to sleep in a cradle. After shutting the door, Khushi obeyed and walked towards the edge of the bed. She hurriedly took off her t-shirt and started to untie the strings of her pyjama.
She had no bra inside. Her boobs became visible, and her dark nipples were already erect. After the pyjama, she desperately tried to remove the panty underneath. She was now completely nude. She threw all her clothes into the pile we had created on the floor.
Her bushy pussy was already wet with the excitement. Without wasting any more time, she hopped onto the bed. Vedika moved aside, welcoming her into our private little space. The place was cosier with not one but two ‘desi’ beauties beside me.
Khushi took off the blanket that lay on my dick. And went down to take my dick into the mouth. It was already greased with Vedika’s pussy fluids. I bet that must have added to the taste of it. My wife passed me a naughty smile indicating the desperation that Khushi had for my dick.
She licked it with passion, encircled its tip with her tongue and then went down to even lick my balls. Seeing Khushi completely engaged, Vedika turned towards my upper body. She came and sat over my chest. And touched her pussy to my mouth. The smell of her pussy just took over me, and I began licking her pussy. She was turned on by this act and raised her sweaty armpits to smell them. And then she started licking them.
Down there, Khushi moved to lick my asshole. I shivered for a moment, and she began rimming my asshole with her pointed tongue. This went on for about 10-15 minutes. Vedika got her first orgasm of the night and released her sour juices over my face. I swallowed some of that.
She lay beside me for some time as she needed a short break. I then ordered Khushi to stop licking my asshole and take up the position of missionary. She lay on the bed while I stood up near her waist. I inserted my dick inside her pussy in no time. I started pounding her hard.
I could feel my dick hitting her womb. Seeing us fuck, even Vedika started rubbing her pussy. After some time, Khushi had gone into her zone. She started pressing her boobs hard. She was sex drunk.
She said, “Bhaiya, didi aapki raani hain lekin main aapki randi hu.” (Brother, my sister is your queen, but I’m your whore.) This turned me on like anything, and I started fucking her like a bull. I finally felt my balls tightening up, and it happened. I released my cum deep inside her womb.
Feeling the hot fluid inside her, she also came at the same time. I fell onto her and started licking her neck. She had one hand on my back, and the other was raised, resting on a pillow. The smell of her exposed hairy underarms attracted me towards it. I licked it gently like an ice cream.
Seeing Vedika left out, I got up and took out my dick from Khushi’s pussy. Upon noticing my cum flow out of it, Vedika mischievously asked Khushi, “You plan to become the mother of my husband’s child, huh?”
Khushi, too, playfully replied, “So you don’t have any issues accepting me as a co-wife, do you?”
We all laughed at that. But we did not worry as we knew she was on pills.
Now we were a little tired and wished to take some rest. I just dozed off for about an hour. I woke up to the moaning sounds of both of them. Upon waking up, I saw Vedika in doggy style beside me. Her ass cheeks spread, giving full access to her butthole.
Khushi was savoringly licked her hole. She was licking it as if it were an ice cream. In between, she would sniff the asshole. Vedika was moaning, “Aah aah yeah. Yeah, my baby Khushi, lick my dirty, stinky asshole, you’re doing great.” They did not realize that I had woken up. I was aroused by this act of theirs.
Suddenly, Khushi walked out of the room. In the meantime, I got up and caught hold of my wife’s butt cheeks and spread them to sniff her asshole. It smelled really bad, but that was heaven for me. I kissed it. She moaned again, “Yeah, jaanu do it for me.” I started licking it rigorously.
I started fucking her shit hole with my tongue. Till then, Khushi entered the room again. She had a strap-on dildo in her hand and passed it to Vedika. This was the same dildo that Vedika used during her college days. She had told me about it.
She was an introvert and did not talk much with boys. To fulfil their fantasies, her girl gang members used this strap-on dildo. Vedika quickly put it to her waist and picked up an oil bottle. She poured it over the dildo and rubbed it well.
Khushi spat on her hand and applied it to her asshole as a lubricant. Vedika just entered Khushi’s ass in a go and started fucking her ruthlessly. Vedika was abusing Khushi. Khushi was moaning with pleasure and some pain. I started stroking my dick as an observer.
But before I could cum, Khushi got an orgasm and soon did my wife. So they stopped. My wife took that dildo out of our maid’s ass. And asked me to smell that dildo. I did. She asked me how it was. I said it smelled worse than my wife’s asshole. Khushi turned and licked the dildo straight out of her ass.
Once they were done, I told them an arrangement. I asked my wife to stand behind Khushi and fuck her from behind. I would fuck my wife from behind her. So basically, my wife was sandwiched between the two of us. This time Vedika said she wanted Khushi’s pussy.
I wanted my wife’s chubby ass. We took our positions and got into action. My wife rammed our maid’s pussy while I fucked my wife’s asshole. The room echoed with our erotic moans. And smelled of sweat and sex. I pounded my wife’s ass ruthlessly.
We all were nearing our climax. Khushi was the first wicket to fall. She squirted on the bed and collapsed. She was done for the day. But Vedika and I were still doing it. Vedika just loved ass fucking, and so did I. I cum inside her ass and took out my dick.
As soon as I did that, she gave out a huge fart, and my cum started dripping from her asshole. She also cum. All three of us were done for the day.
Khushi was already asleep. I told my wife I’d return in a minute after peeing. She told me not to go anywhere and said she also needed to pee. I was confused by what she meant. She told me to watch what she does.
She forcibly woke up Khushi and told me that Khushi was our maid, our servant, and a slut. Though we treated her with dignity, at the end of the day, she was our slave.
Khushi agreed and said, “Yes, bhaiya. Didi’s right. I don’t deserve the good treatment you people give me. After all, I’m a servant and happy to serve you both. I’m your slave.”
My wife told her to open her mouth, and started pissing in her mouth. Khushi swallowed it without any reluctance. Vedika asked me to follow suit. I did. I gave our maid Khushi a good, warm, golden shower. Our sheets now smelled of sweat, sex and a little bit of pee.
We slept lifelessly, tired and sweaty despite the AC in the room. We were really satisfied for the day.