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The Arrangement
Rahul watched Priyanka from across their living room, his heart pounding. She looked stunning in that emerald dress—a gift he’d bought specifically for tonight. His wife turned to him with a knowing smile, her glossy lips curved into anticipation.
“Ready?” she asked softly.
He nodded, adjusting his own clothes nervously. The apartment felt charged with electricity, every corner seeming to wait for what was about to happen.
The doorbell rang at exactly 8 PM.
Priyanka answered it, and Rahul’s breath caught when Bipul stepped inside. The man was exactly what Rahul had fantasized about—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and an easy confidence that filled the room. His eyes immediately found Priyanka, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“Priyanka,” Bipul greeted smoothly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “You look incredible.”
Rahul felt a familiar heat pool in his stomach watching them. This was really happening.
“Bipul, this is my husband Rahul,” Priyanka said, gesturing him forward.
The two men shook hands, and Rahul couldn’t help but notice how warm and firm Bipul’s grip was. Their eyes met briefly, and Rahul saw recognition there- a mutual understanding that sent a shiver down his spine.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Bipul said, his voice deep and smooth.
They moved to the bedroom. Priyanka sat on the edge of their bed while Rahul stood beside her, his hand resting on her bare shoulder. She looked up at him with such love and trust that it made his chest ache.
Bipul began undressing, and Rahul’s mouth went dry watching each piece of clothing removed. The man’s body was even better than he’d imagined—lean muscle, defined abs, and when his boxers finally came off…
Rahul swallowed hard.
Priyanka giggled softly at her husband’s reaction, reaching out to touch Bipul’s thigh teasingly. “My husband has been dreaming about this,” she purred.
Bipul stepped closer to Rahul, his half-hard cock already impressive. “Then let’s not disappoint him.”
Rahul knelt before the bull, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for that thick shaft. The weight and warmth filled his palm, and Bipul groaned appreciatively. Rahul leaned in, his breath hot against the swollen head, before taking it between his lips.
The taste was intoxicating, musky and masculine with a hint of sweat. Rahul moaned around the growing erection in his mouth, working his tongue along the underside while stroking the base. Bipul’s fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him deeper.
“Fuck… your husband has a talented mouth,” Bipul groaned.
Priyanka watched with hungry eyes, her own hand sliding beneath her dress. “Don’t make him wait too long,” she breathed.
Bipul pulled Rahul off his cock with a wet pop, the shaft glistening with saliva. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I think your wife deserves my attention first.”
He turned to Priyanka, who stood and stripped out of her dress in one fluid motion. She wore nothing underneath, and Bipul’s cock twitched at the sight of her.
“On the bed,” he commanded gently. “Legs spread.”
Priyanka obeyed immediately, lying back on their sheets with her legs open wide. Rahul positioned himself beside the bed, his own arousal straining against his pants as he watched.
Bipul knelt between Priyanka’s thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance. He teased her first, sliding the head through her wet folds while Rahul and his wife locked eyes.
“Kiss me,” Priyanka whispered to Rahul.
He leaned down, their lips meeting in a deep, tongue-kissing embrace as Bipul slowly pushed inside her wife. The moan that vibrated from Priyanka’s throat into Rahul’s mouth was intoxicating. He could feel every slight movement Bipul made through his wife’s trembling body.
The bull began to thrust slowly at first, then building in intensity. Each powerful stroke made Priyanka gasp and whimper against Rahul’s lips. Their kiss deepened as the rhythm increased, tongues dancing together while her husband fucked her.
“Harder,” Priyanka begged, breaking the kiss to look up at Bipul with wild eyes.
The bull obliged, gripping her hips and pounding into her with deep, brutal strokes that made the bed frame rattle. Rahul watched his wife’s face contort in pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode the waves of sensation.
“Fuck… I’m close,” Bipul groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“In my mouth,” Priyanka demanded breathlessly.
Bipul pulled out and moved up to her head, his cock throbbing inches from her face. Rahul positioned himself beside her again, their faces close together as they both looked at the bull’s swollen member.
“Together,” Rahul said hoarsely.
Priyanka nodded eagerly, opening her mouth. Bipul guided his cock between her waiting lips just as thick ropes of cum began pumping out. The first load landed heavily on Priyanka’s tongue while some spilled onto her lips.
“Open,” she told Rahul.
He did immediately, and she leaned forward, letting the remaining spurts of semen dribble into both their mouths. They kissed again—deeply, sharing the warm, salty taste between them as Bipul finished emptying himself into her mouth with soft groans.
When they finally broke apart, both Rahul and Priyanka were panting, their faces sticky with cum. She swallowed what remained in her throat before looking up at Bipul with a satisfied smile.
“Your turn,” she told Rahul, who was still kneeling beside the bed with his cock out and straining.
Bipul moved to give him room while Priyanka positioned herself between both men’s legs. She took Rahul’s cock in one hand and Bipul’s softening but still impressive length in the other.
“Which of you wants to finish first?” she teased, stroking them both slowly.
Rahul moaned at her touch, his balls already tightening. “You… with me…”
She guided their cocks closer together, working them simultaneously while maintaining eye contact with her husband. The sensation of feeling Bipul’s shaft alongside his own through Priyanka’s soft hands was overwhelming.
“Come for me,” she whispered. “I want to taste both of you.”
That was all Rahul needed. His orgasm ripped through him suddenly, thick ropes of cum shooting across Priyanka’s chest and chin while Bipul groaned beside him, adding his own loads to the mess coating her skin.
Priyanka giggled at their synchronized climax before leaning down to lick Rahul’s tip clean. “Mmm… delicious,” she purred before turning to Bipul for a similar treatment.
The evening continued like that. Hours of exploration and pleasure, with Rahul experiencing every fantasy he’d dared to dream about finally made real.