After the threesome with Rhea, Arjun and Sarika were living life to the fullest. They had relentless sex, fulfilling every dark desire without giving a fuck about anyone whatsoever.
Although Sarika always wanted to explore a threesome with two men, wanting power and control over them, she was not sure of how Arjun would react.
Everything changed one day as they sat on their couch, drinking wine. Arjun casually mentioned, “You know, I did a foolish thing today.”
Sarika raised an eyebrow, circling her drink in her glass. “Define stupid.”
“I was with Aryan – drinks after work. One too many whiskeys, and… I let it slip.” He locked eyes with her, a hint of awkwardness in them. “About us. How it began. You. Me. The first time.”
Sarika froze for a moment before a slow smile crept up her lips – not angry, not surprised, but curious. “You told your best friend you fucked your stepmom?”
“Former stepmom,” he corrected obligingly, though he winced. “Yeah. Pretty much. The whole story. I couldn’t help but indulge him. He kept asking me why I’m always so… satisfied.”
She smiled gently, putting her drink aside. “And what did Aryan have to say?”
He was quiet at first. Then he went on. “He said, ‘Bro, Sarika’s always been outrageously hot. I mean, moronically out of your league. You’re the luckiest piece of crap in the world.’ He then kept staring at his phone like he was imagining you.”
Sarika bit her lip as a dark desire stirred inside her. She moved over, straddling him, her robe opening just enough to reveal her cleavage. “He thinks I’m hot?”
“Thinks?” Arjun sneered, planting his hands on her hips. “He’s probably jerked off over the idea of you. The guy’s had a crush on you since college.”
She leaned in, whispering against his ear devilishly. “You know what I’ve never done?” she continued. “Been with two men at once.”
He hadn’t seen this coming, but he trusted and loved her enough to let her explore her desires, just as they had explored his.
“Sarika…” he tried to speak, but she cut him off.
“I’m serious,” she said, pulling back just enough to look him straight in the eye, her own intense and dark with desire. “I want it. I want you both. I want to feel both of you on me, two sets of mouths and hands. I want you to watch me take him, and then I want to take you… BOTH.” She winked.
His breath escaped him for a second. “You’re sure that’s what you want?” he asked.
She rolled her hips on him, feeling him grow hard. “I have never been more sure,” she went on. “I want to feel completely and utterly overwhelmed with pleasure and desire, wanted by two men who desire nothing in this world more than me.”
Arjun finally spoke, his hands caressing her ass. “He’s going to lose his shit when I tell him this.”
With her lips tracing a path down his jaw, she said, “Don’t tell him… just invite him over. I want him to come in and find me like this.” She opened her robe, revealing her naked body – her breasts full, her nipples erect. “Let him see what he’s always been dreaming of,” she chuckled. “And then let me take over you guys.”
She grabbed his phone from the table and gave it to him. “Text him. Tell him to come over ASAP. You have to talk about something important in person.”
He texted Aryan.
When Aryan arrived, Sarika went to answer the door, leaving her robe untied and leaving very little to the imagination. Aryan just stood there in awe for a few seconds, unable to believe what he was seeing – the open robe, the sultry vibe in the way she stood, the way she looked at him like a hungry tigress.
“Hi, Aryan. Come on in,” she said.
He couldn’t come up with anything to say. He just walked past her over to Arjun. “What’s happening?” he asked.
She slid her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Naked, she was a sight to behold. “I’ve never had two men at once,” she said, moving towards him. “But I won’t deny I’ve thought of it, especially after Arjun told me what you said.”
Aryan’s eyes roamed over her, trying to take in everything on display. She went to Aryan, her fingers moving up his chest seductively and beginning to unbutton his shirt. “I want you both to touch me. I want to feel wanted by two men who know how lucky they are to have me,” she said.
Arjun moved behind her, his hands moving up her waist as he kissed her neck. “She gets what she wants. ALWAYS,” he whispered into her skin, biting her and making her wince.
Sarika turned her head and shared a deep, possessive kiss with Arjun before turning back to Aryan for a slow, dirty kiss of her own.
Arjun explored and caressed every part of her body, his dick hard as a rod, rubbing against her ass while she kissed Aryan madly. Sarika, in the middle of it all, felt overwhelmed – just the way she wanted.
Aryan quickly undressed when she briefly let him breathe. Sarika stood between these two men who were absolutely mad for her. She had never experienced such a sense of empowerment or felt so desirable and wanted.
She then reached for Aryan first, pulling him into another kiss, this time deeper and with more passion. Her tongue toyed against his while her other hand slipped lower to feel the bulge in his jeans.
Aryan groaned into her lips, his hips thrusting forward in a primal hunger. Behind her, Arjun pushed forward, his bare chest warming her skin as his hands freely roamed over her body.
One hand moved up to grab her breast, her nipples pinched hard between his fingers, causing her to gasp. The other hand delved into her wet pussy folds. She was already wet with desire, and when he touched her clit, she couldn’t help but moan into Aryan’s kiss.
“Sarika, one hell of a woman you are, aren’t you? Look at you, so wet already. You really want this, don’t you?” Arjun whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” was all she could manage. She felt this newfound intensity as they tumbled their way into the bedroom. She didn’t just crave two men; she craved to be in control, to make Arjun yearn for her.
She pushed Aryan gently onto the bed and then turned to Arjun. “Sit,” she commanded, pointing a trembling finger at the armchair in the corner of the room, placed squarely in front of the bed. “You’re going to watch. No touching yourself. No touching us. Just watch me take what I want.”
He wasn’t sure what he was feeling – jealousy? hunger? He wasn’t sure. But he knew there was nothing he wanted more than Sarika in that moment.
He did as she asked, falling into the chair, his muscles tensed, his erection already aching. To see her do this, to assert control in such a way, to shut him out first, ignited a passion in his belly that surprised him.
Sarika got onto the bed, straddling Aryan slowly as she slipped a condom down his cock, which she usually did not do with Arjun. She deliberately made Arjun see her in all her raw beauty as she bent her head and passionately kissed Aryan.
Her hands roamed over his chest while her hips rocked over his dick, making him painfully hard. Aryan’s eyes were shut, and he was moaning with pleasure as Sarika controlled the tempo – slow and agonizing.
“Look at me, Arjun. See how soaked I am for this,” she said without turning around. She slid her fingers inside her wet pussy and then brought them to Aryan’s lips.
Aryan eagerly licked them clean, staring at her in wonder. Arjun shifted grumpily in his chair, his fists clenched on either side of the armrest.
Sarika finally lowered herself onto Aryan, taking him inside her completely, her head going back in a moan. She rode him slowly at first, her hips rolling in deep circles while Aryan pushed up into her desperately. Her nipples were tight, her breasts heavy, moving gloriously as she rode him.
“Tell him how good it feels,” she said to Aryan, her eyes drifting towards Arjun.
“Fuckkk, Sarikaa!! You’re so tight… so perfect!!!” Aryan shouted at the top of his voice, his hands moving up to squeeze her breasts and rub her nipples between his fingers.
Arjun’s dick pulsed, oozing from the tip as he watched them. Watching her derive pleasure from another man was torture. Yet he remained where he was, simply because she had told him to.
Sarika quickened her pace, riding Aryan aggressively. She turned around to Arjun and said, “You enjoy watching me this way, don’t you? Knowing I can do whatever I want with whomever I want, but I always come back to you.”
Aryan’s hands grabbed her ass and pushed her toward a faster pace. She rode him like she meant it, knowing full well how jealous Arjun was getting watching her ride another man, which was all the more reason for her to push further.
After what felt like an eternity to Arjun, she screamed in pleasure as Aryan hit that magic spot inside her. Her release built up, her legs trembling, gasping for breath – and when it hit, she screamed, her muscles squeezing hard around Aryan.
He followed soon after, pushing deep inside her and coming with a loud groan.
Sarika rested for a moment, catching her breath, before she slid slowly off Aryan and turned to Arjun, her legs trembling beneath her. She walked towards him like a queen and sat in his lap without allowing him to penetrate her.
“Look at you,” she whispered, her hands cradling his face. “So jealous. So desperate… Tell me what you want.”
“You,” he growled. “Only you. Always you.”
She smiled, wicked and triumphant, and finally lowered herself onto him. But the moment he filled her completely, everything changed. A primal energy surged through him; he was finally let loose as the jealousy building inside him exploded into a ferocious need to claim her utterly.
His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin, while his eyes burned with an obsessive hunger. In an explosive motion, he rose from the chair, lifting her effortlessly while he was still deep inside her.
Her legs locked around his waist as he slammed her back against the wall. He pushed into her with savage and relentless thrusts – deep, punishing strokes that stretched her to her limits, each one harder and faster than the last, pounding into her.
His cock throbbed inside her, hitting every sensitive spot over and over, filling her so completely that she was in a trance. Sarika screamed as her body convulsed violently, her orgasm rippling through her without pause, her nails leaving bloody trails down his back.
He wasn’t done. He then pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, while his free hand twisted her nipples until they ached with delicious pain, then moved between them to circle her swollen clit, forcing her to squirt around him.
He flipped her onto the bed, mounting her from behind, yanking her hair back to expose her throat and burying himself as deep as he could. The angle was new and perfect – his hips slamming against her ass, each thrust making her breasts bounce wildly.
He rubbed her clit mercilessly from below, growling filthy praises in her ear about how she was his, only his.
Her pussy clenched around him as she came again and again, her body trembling until she could no longer hold herself up. She lost count of her climaxes, leaving her in a post-orgasmic bliss.
Then, after driving her insane with pleasure, he came with an animalistic roar as he buried himself deep inside her, flooding her with his endless spurts of semen.
Collapsed together and still joined, their bodies moved in sync, slick with sweat. Aryan had left the room.
Sarika turned her face to Arjun and mumbled, “That… that was beyond anything. No one could ever come close to making me feel this alive, this owned, this crazed with need.”
“Arjun,” she breathed, clinging to him desperately, “you’re my everything. Mine forever – and I am yours, completely, baby.”
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R, if you’re reading this… thank you!! 🙂