Excellent! I cried. Elementary, said he.

The room echoed with the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin, along with your ragged breathing and the occasional, low groans slipping out from Iqbal’s lips. You were pinned beneath your husband, feeling the grounding heat of his whole weight pressing you into the mattress as he rutted into you with deep, animalistic thrusts.

“You were looking so damn gorgeous tonight.” He growled above you and then leaned down to tangle his tongue with yours, claiming your mouth in a heated kiss. You felt your walls flutter around him at the praise. His cock was stretching you perfectly, hitting the spot that made you see stars repeatedly with every roll of his hips.

You pulled away from the kiss to gasp for air when his hand slid down to your core, his thumb rubbing your swollen clit in fast, rough circles. Your fingers found purchase on the broad expanse of his back, nails digging in and leaving behind faint, red marks over his rippling muscles. You hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him desperately against your core.

He sank his teeth in the soft skin of your shoulder, biting down hard. The pain was the last push you needed to clench around him, releasing your sweet juices all over his cock with a loud, broken cry tearing from your throat, your thighs shaking around him. Iqbal followed right after, burying himself to the absolute hilt and spilling deep inside you with a groan, his hips stuttering through the aftershocks.

Neither of you moved for a long time, laying there limp and tangled in each other’s arms. You idly wove your fingers through his tousled hair, brushing away the stray strands from his beautiful face to gaze into his obsidian eyes that were already looking at you with an intensity that burned your skin.

“You couldn’t keep your eyes off that cute boy today, huh? Are you really that enamored by him?” A lazy smirk embellished your lips as the hazy high of your release began to fade away from your mind. You felt his cock twitch, still buried deep and heavy inside you.

Oh. So your husband was really affected by him.

He arched a single eyebrow, trying to look unbothered, but ended up with an annoyed expression on his face. “Cute? Are you being serious right now?” You could look straight through his silly act.

You laughed softly, and deliberately clenched around his softening cock just to tease him, wondering why he insisted on playing these little denial games. “Funny how you immediately understood who I was talking about.” Your finger lightly traced his jawline, as if mocking him. 

He huffed and pulled out of you slowly, making you gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness, before he rolled onto his side and pulled you flush against the warmth of his chest. His hand immediately found its way to the soft flesh of your ass, cupping it possessively. “Do you find him cute?” He asked, his voice coated with a dark lilt.

“Do you not find him cute?” You quipped back with a grin, determined to force a confession out of your husband.

Iqbal rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the amused glint in his gaze and the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you stealing glances at him the entire evening, too.”

You bit your lower lip, warmth pooling in your core again at the mere memory of Uzair sitting across the dining table—his sharp jaw, his deep voice, his pretty eyes, and even prettier lips. Best of all, you had clearly caught Uzair’s gaze lingering a beat too long on both you and Iqbal for matters completely unrelated to work.

“Would you want him in our bed for a night?” You asked softly, now trailing your fingers teasingly down Iqbal’s chest, looking up at him through your lashes with the wide, doe-eyed expression he could never resist.

Iqbal’s grip on your ass tightened, his cock against your thigh hardening again. “You are a freak.” He hitched his hands under your thighs and hauled you over him, aligning himself with your leaking cunt.

“You love me for that.” You leaned down to claim his lips in another fervent kiss, moaning in each other’s mouth as he bottomed out in you, for the second time that night.

——————————

The opportunity had come handed on a silver platter, far sooner than you had anticipated.

Just a few days after that dinner, Rehman had called Iqbal to inform him that Uzair would be stopping by your house to personally deliver a confidential file. And in a twist of perfect timing and fated coincidences, Iqbal was called away that very evening for an urgent, random meeting across town. 

Your husband was completely unbothered by the sudden turn of events. “Behave until I get back… or don’t. I don’t care.” He had murmured against your ear, his low voice sending shivers down your spine, before he left with a knowing smirk plastered on his face. 

The doorbell ran exactly twenty minutes after Iqbal’s car had pulled out of the driveway. Your heart was thudding against your ribs as you walked towards the foyer. You caught your reflection in the hallway mirror and purposely unbuttoned the top two buttons of your silk blouse, a subtle invitation masked as casual comfort.

You were met with the striking sight of Uzair when you opened the door. He was holding a thin leather folder against his chest. When his eyes met yours, his stoic mask faltered for a fraction of a second, his sweltering gaze dropping instinctively to the exposed skin of your collarbone before snapping back to your face.

"Good evening." Uzair said with a warm smile. “Yeh kuch files hai… Major Sahab ko deni thi.” His voice was just as alluring as it had been the other day—deep, velvety and polite.

"Good evening, Uzair. Andar aao, please." You replied, stepping aside with a welcoming smile to let him in. "Iqbal actually had to rush out for an emergency meeting across town. But he will be back soon. Make yourself comfortable in our home till then."

Uzair hesitated for a moment, his eyes scanning the quiet foyer before he stepped across the threshold and shut the door behind him. "Oh, I see. Maybe you could just take them and give it to him, if that’s alright." 

You turned around without responding to his suggestion. "Follow me into the living room." You murmured, walking slowly, very much aware of the fact that he was following closely behind you.

When you entered the spacious living room, you gestured toward the large, plush leather couch in the centre. "Please, sit down for a moment, Uzair. Let me get you a glass of water first. You look a bit flushed from the heat outside." 

"No, really, that's not necessary—" Uzair started, but you were already walking toward the kitchen to bring him water. He looked taller than you remembered. 

You poured a glass of water and walked back over to the living room, where Uzair was tentatively sitting down on the very edge of the cushion, looking incredibly rigid, but ravishing nonetheless. As you leaned over to hand him the glass, you voluntarily let your fingers brush against his. The contact was deliberate and somewhere between fleeting and prolonged as you trailed the soft pads of your fingertips slowly across the back of his knuckles, holding his gaze while handing him the glass.

Ultimately, you let go of the gentle grip you had over his hand and took a place beside him on the couch, sitting so close that it felt like you were almost invading his personal space. He drank the water and set the glass down on the table in front of him, after which you took the file from his hand and set it down on the table as well. 

You trailed your fingers on his beefy thigh and saw him swallow hard. “W-what are you doing? This isn’t appropriate.” He tried to move your hand away from his body but you had different plans set in your mind.

You shifted in your place and straddled one of his legs, trapping him in place. You could feel the frantic, rapid beating of his heart beneath his shirt when you placed your hands flat against his chest. "You didn't seem to mind eye-fucking me during dinner the other day."

His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as his gaze fell down to your lips for a brief moment. "That was completely different to what you are doing right now."

"Really?" You leaned even closer, the soft swell of your breasts pressing firmly against the hard planes of his chest. You slid your hands up his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his head down slightly. "I don’t think so." And before he could utter another word of protest, you pressed your lips firmly against his.

For a fleeting moment, Uzair went completely stiff, holding his breath as if he was fighting every single one of those primal instincts inside him. You kept sucking on his lips, and merely moments later, his self-restraint shattered. His hands moved up to hold you by your waist, his large palms digging into your hips with a bruising grip as he pulled you flush against himself.

The kiss instantly turned filthy and all-consuming within no time. Uzair parted your lips right after, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth with an intensity that made your head spin and your core throb with need.

He parted away from the kiss and shifted you to lay you flat against the soft leather cushions of the couch, his heavy body blanketing yours completely. You immediately wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, feeling his growing bulge press against your aching core through the layers of clothes between your bodies. 

You buried your fingers deep into his thick, luscious hair, pulling him into another kiss, desperate to let his mouth completely devour yours. Uzair was completely lost in you, his hands feeling your beautiful curves, even going under your silk blouse to feel the bare warmth of your waist. Your breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as you kept kissing him, completely absorbed in the intoxicating taste of his mouth. 

Neither of you heard the distant sound of the front door clicking open or the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway, drawing closer and closer to the living room.

Uzair’s lips left yours for a brief moment to trail a burning path of teasing bites along your jawline and the soft skin of your neck, making you hiss out softly. You were both completely unaware of your surroundings, drowned in the overwhelming sensations of each other’s bodies.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here." The smooth voice of your husband cut through the stifling tension of the room.

Uzair froze instantly, his entire body tensing up as if he had just been doused in ice-cold water. He pulled his head back from your neck, his eyes wide and frantic with panic, and his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

You looked over Uzair’s broad shoulders towards the doorway, to see Iqbal leaning very   casually against the doorframe, his suit jacket slung carelessly over his shoulder, his tie already loosened and the top few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. An immensely satisfied smirk was plastered across his face as his dark gaze traveled slowly from Uzair’s disheveled hair and wrinkled shirt, down to your long legs wrapped tightly around the hiss waist on the couch.

"I— Iqbal, I can explain—" Uzair stammered, his face turning a bright, burning crimson as he instinctively tried to scramble off you, but your legs were still locked securely around his hips, keeping him trapped against you. He turned to look at you, only to see your face devoid of any panic, and instead having an expression mirroring that of your husband’s.

"Relax, Uzair." Iqbal interrupted, his voice dripping with amusement as he walked slowly into the living room, his eyes locked onto his trembling guest. "I told my wife to behave before I left... but I must admit, I'm glad she ignored me. You look absolutely delicious tangled up with her on my couch."

Uzair’s breath hitched, confusion mingling with the intense arousal still flowing through his veins. He looked between you and Iqbal, utterly trapped, his body still vibrating from the interrupted pleasure.

Iqbal stopped right beside the couch, reaching down to lazily stroke the side of the younger man's flushed face, his thumb brushing over his swollen, wet lips. "You looked so pretty that night at dinner, Uzair. Did you really think we wouldn't notice how you were looking at us or how badly you wanted this?" Iqbal’s gaze drifted to you, his eyes looking at you with a burning desire. "Come on. Let's take this to the bedroom. He deserves a proper welcome."

His smirk deepened when he saw the way Uzair’s cock was straining hard against his clothes. You finally disentangled yourself from Uzair, but not before giving him a slow grind that pulled a small gasp from his throat. Iqbal pulled you up as soon as Uzair got off you, immediately pressing his lips onto yours, kissing you deep in front of Uzair as if silently claiming you in front of him. 

After Iqbal parted away from the kiss, he led you both to the bedroom without another word, his hand resting securely on your waist as Uzair followed the two of you to the room. 

The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, you moved away from your husband and turned to Uzair, pulling him into another hungry kiss. His hands were bolder now, sliding under your silk blouse and unhooking your bra to cup your bare breasts, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. You moaned into his mouth as Iqbal came up behind you, unbuttoning your blouse and tossing it aside. His large hands were quick to get rid of your pants and soaked panties, shoving them down your legs.

“So fucking wet already, huh?” Iqbal murmured behind your ear, dragging two of his thick fingers through your dripping folds from behind, spreading your slick obscenely. “All this just from kissing you, Uzair. Such a needy little slut for our pretty boy.”

You gasped sharply into the kiss as Iqbal pushed both fingers inside you in one smooth motion, without any warning, curling them perfectly against your sweetest spot while his thumb circled your swollen clit. Uzair drank in every sound you made, kissing you stupid while your husband finger-fucked you without any restraint. Uzair’s fingers kept toying with your nipples the whole time, tugging and tweaking the hardened buds until they were burning with a delicious ache. 

When you finally parted for air, Iqbal pulled you off Uzair and stepped into Uzair’s space himself, pulling the younger man into a ravenous kiss with a firm grip on the scruff of his neck. The kiss was all teeth, neither man wanting to yield to the other. Their lips moved against each other with a relentless force. Uzair bit down hard on Iqbal’s lower lip, making him seethe into the kiss. In response, Iqbal locked his fingers around Uzair’s jaw in a bruising grip, forcing his head back to claim his mouth in a deeper angle. 

Iqbal finally managed to tame Uzair in the kiss, his tongue now moving against Uzair’s in a slow dance that made Uzair melt, moaning softly as Iqbal devoured his mouth. You stood there watching their intense kiss, completely mesmerized, core throbbing and slick dripping down your thighs at the intoxicating sight in front of your eyes. 

Iqbal eventually broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva snapping between them as he stepped away and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, calling you and Uzair over with a crook of his finger. “On your knees. Both of you.” He ordered, his voice dripping with authority.

You moved instantly, going over to kneel in front of Iqbal, but Uzair froze in his place for a moment. His chest heaved, his flushed face a battlefield of visceral desire and lingering pride as he stared at the floor. Iqbal simply raised his eyebrows, waiting as he slightly leaned back on his hand on the bed. You moved forward to unbuckle his belt, unzipped his pants and freed his thick, heavy cock from its confines. 

The suffocating silence in the room only grew tenfold after that, until Uzair’s resolve finally cracked. With a soft, trembling sigh, he slowly dropped to his knees beside you. He took one long look at Iqbal's cock, veins pulsing on it, the head already shiny with precum, your hands moving around it in gentle strokes. “Suck me off, pretty boy.” Iqbal husked, removing your hand from his aching length and pulling Uzair in with a firm grip on his jaw, sheathing himself inch by inch into the warmth of his mouth with a raspy groan. 

You moved behind Uzair, your perky breasts pressing flush against his back. One of your hands threaded through his thick hair, pushing his head down further onto Iqbal’s cock until he gagged softly, making him suck on it sloppily before he found a proper rhythm. His eyes watered so beautifully, lashes sticking together each time he blinked, as he tried to take even more.

“You look so beautiful like this.” You whispered, pressing a wet kiss right below his ear, your voice dripping with honey. “On your knees, with your mouth stuffed full of cock.” Your other hand moved down to open his pants, pulling out his aching cock, coated with precum already,  but you refused to give it any attention. Instead, you shifted your focus somewhere else. 

You cupped his heavy balls, and felt them tighten under your touch. His whole body shuddered in anticipation. You rolled them gently in your palm, massaging them with slow, deliberate strokes, occasionally tugging them downwards just enough to make Uzair whimper and moan breathily around Iqbal’s cock.

The vibrations made Iqbal jerk his hips forward, pushing more of himself in Uzair’s mouth. “Fuck— keep doing that to him, baby.” He groaned, pleading eyes locked onto you over Uzair’s head. You smiled wickedly and tightened your grip just a little more on Uzair’s balls, fondling them faster while pushing his head down again. This time, Uzair gagged harder, throat convulsing around the thick head of Iqbal’s cock as saliva began to drip messily down his chin.

Tears slipped from his eyes now, mixing with the drool coating his chin and dripping onto the floor. His cock was leaking and throbbing, painfully hard and completely untouched, a steady string of precum leaking from the tip and falling onto the floor.

You continued toying with his balls, never once providing him the real touch he so desperately needed. The wet, nasty sounds of slurping and gagging filled the room as you kept whispering sweet praises into his ear, controlling the pace of his head on Iqbal’s cock, your fingers never stopping their torment on his heavy balls.

Iqbal groaned, fucking deep into Uzair’s throat while maintaining eye contact with you, looking at you with pure lust. His breathing grew rougher and ragged. You knew he was close with the way his fingers were clutching hard onto the sheets. 

You didn’t want him to reach his high just yet. Not when your neglected cunt was still pulsing with need. You were absolutely soaked, and clenching around thin air seeing Uzair suck your husband’s cock with his eyes closed and his hands caressing the corded muscles of Iqbal’s thighs. 

You tightened your fingers in Uzair’s thick hair and yanked him back sharply. Uzair gasped for air, he was absolutely dazed when Iqbal’s cock slipped from his mouth, leaving behind only a thick string of saliva that connected Uzair’s swollen lips to the glistening tip of Iqbal’s cock.

Before he could even catch his breath, you turned his head towards yourself and crashed your mouth against his in a savage kiss, tasting Iqbal’s salty taste on his tongue. Uzair returned the kiss with the same energy, his tongue sliding against yours, his mouth sucking on your lower lip.

At the same time, your hand finally wrapped around his neglected, pulsing cock. You stroked him with torturously slow and gentle movements, your thumb swiping over his leaking, sensitive head, spreading his precum in feather-light touches, making Uzair whimper into the kiss, sounding absolutely needy and pathetic. His hips jerked forward into your fist, chasing more of that delicious friction, but you kept the strokes controlled and painfully slow. 

“Please…” He gasped against your lips, voice slightly trembling. You smiled into the kiss and squeezed the base of his cock gently. “Not so easily, baby.” You whispered sweetly, nipping at his lower lip.

You both were totally lost in the kiss when Iqbal gripped your arm and Uzair’s shoulder, pulling you up from the floor. He pushed Uzair toward the headboard first, asking him to lean back against it before he laid down on his back in the center of the mattress, and then yanked you by your hips, manhandling you over his own face without any warning.

You moaned loudly as he pulled you down onto his mouth, his tongue immediately coming in contact with your drenched folds, licking you like a man starved with broad, hungry strokes from your entrance to your clit before pushing his tongue inside you. You grabbed onto the tufts of his hair, grinding down hard against his mouth. 

Iqbal groaned into your pussy at the sweet taste of your wetness, and the vibrations shot straight to your core, making you moan out in pleasure. His calloused hands gripped your thighs possessively as he sucked on your swollen clit. You leaned forward towards Uzair, and wrapped your hand around his hard cock again. 

You did not waste too much time and parted your lips, taking more than half of his length deep into your warm mouth in one go. “Fuck!” Uzair cried out, his head falling back against the headboard as his hips bucked up slightly, finally feeling an ounce of relief. His hand instinctively came to tangle in your hair as you began bobbing your head on his cock, sucking him with the same depraved enthusiasm he’d shown Iqbal moments ago.

Uzair’s cock throbbed heavily on your tongue as you sucked him messily, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head while fondling his balls again. You gagged and your eyes watered each time he hit the back of your throat and every desperate moan he let out encouraged you even more as you simultaneously rocked harder on Iqbal’s face. 

Your husband ate you out relentlessly, tongue-fucking you until your thighs shook around his head. Uzair’s heady taste, his sweet moans, Iqbal’s hands groping your ass, his nose nudging against your clit— all of it collectively pushed you over the edge. You pulled off Uzair’s cock, making him whine pathetically, right before your orgasm crashed hard over you, making you gush all over Iqbal’s tongue and chin.

Iqbal groaned beneath you, lapping up every drop of your release till the tremors of your body subsided, after which he hauled you off his face and slammed you down beside him in one swift motion. Before you could comprehend anything else, the back of his hand connected to your cheek in a sharp slap, making your head snap to the side.

 You whined, your pussy clenching around nothing as the sting spread beautifully on your face. “Did I allow you to cum? Bahut tamasha sujh raha hai tumhe aaj.” Iqbal growled, the lower half of his face still coated with your juices. You whimpered at his tone before meekly shaking your head in a no. 

“Fucking whore.” He snarled at you, before he turned to Uzair, who was still panting after being so cruelly edged. “Lay down on your back.” Uzair obeyed almost instantly, lying down flat on the bed. Iqbal manhandled you on top of him, lining Uzair’s hard length up with your dripping core. 

“Fuck her hard, Uzair. Don’t hold back at all.” Iqbal said, looking at Uzair darkly before he got off the bed and began searching for something in the bedside drawer. 

You moaned loudly as you sank down onto Uzair’s thick cock, both of you gasping at the stretch in your walls. He gripped your hips hard and started thrusting up into you with raw, brutal movements. 

You mewled out with each thrust, bracing your hands on his chest as he fucked you from below like he was trying to split you in half. Uzair’s eyes were locked on your bouncing tits, and suddenly, his hands moved up to hold them. He pinched both your nipples between his fingers, hard, and tugged them downwards, using them as leverage to yank you down towards him.

A loud, broken cry tore from your throat at the intense, burning sting. “Come here, baby.” He growled, voice hoarse and eyes dark with lust. He pulled you down by your aching nipples until your mouth crashed against his.

Uzair completely ravaged your mouth in the kiss, swallowing every sound from your lips as he continued to fuck you hard from beneath, hips snapping up relentlessly while his tongue claimed your mouth. He twisted your hardened nubs between his fingers, refusing to let go, keeping you pinned to his chest as he devoured you. Iqbal finally found the bottle of lube and came over to the edge of the bed again, cock hard again just by watching Uzair rut in you.

Iqbal coated his entire length thoroughly with lube. You instantly tensed when you felt a cool sensation on your exposed ass, your whole body going rigid as one of Iqbal’s thick fingers circled your tight hole.

“Breathe in and relax for me, baby.” Iqbal murmured in a low voice, his full concentration on preparing you well enough. Uzair was still pushing deep in your pussy, and the added pressure of Iqbal’s finger teasing your ass made everything feel overwhelmingly full already. Your breath hitched sharply when Iqbal replaced his finger with the blunt head of his cock against your tight hole, slowly pressing forward.

You tensed hard, a whimper escaping your lips as the tip of his cock stretched your rim. The burn was intense, making you clutch hard onto Uzair’s shoulders. Uzair decided to give you some relief and stopped thrusting entirely, holding perfectly still beneath you. His hands stroked soothingly up and down your sides as he kissed your face, whispering reassurances against your lips, voice gentle despite how hard his cock was twitching inside your cunt. Iqbal pushed inch by inch, slow and relentless, groaning deeply about how tightly you were clamping around his cock. 

Tears pricked at your eyes from the overwhelming sensation when he was fully seated in your ass and you felt so completely stuffed that you could barely think straight. Iqbal rubbed your lower back soothingly as Uzair muttered softly after a while, “You are such a good girl for us. Should we move now?” You nodded weakly against his skin as he kissed you softly, then looked up at Iqbal, giving him a signal to move.

At first the movements were careful with Uzair rolling his hips up in slow, deep strokes while Iqbal moved with controlled thrusts. But it didn’t last too long as their rhythm quickly grew hungrier. Soon enough, they were fucking you in perfect sync with Uzair slamming up into your dripping cunt while Iqbal drove into your ass with powerful thrusts.

Uzair’s hands were gripping your hips as he thrust up into you harder and Iqbal’s fingers dug into your ass cheeks, spreading you open as he pounded into you. Your body was shaking between them, as your orgasm creeped up to you real quick, the intensity of your moans increasing with each passing moment as they railed you mercilessly. Then, Iqbal reached around to rub your clit roughly while Uzair sucked dark marks into your neck and fucked you harder.“Cum for us, baby.” Uzair’s coaxing voice was the last push you needed to tip over the edge. 

You shattered with a loud scream, your whole body convulsing violently as your orgasm ripped through you, blinding your vision for a moment. You cried out helplessly, tears slipping down your cheeks as they fucked you through the waves of pleasure. The intensity of your orgasm pushed Uzair over the edge right after and he buried himself deep inside you with a long groan, flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts of his release. Iqbal lasted only a few more thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt in your ass with a deep groan, his cock twitching inside you as he emptied himself, hips stuttering up into your ass.

You whimpered out loud when Iqbal eventually pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped from your abused hole, and then collapsed right beside you on the bed. Uzair followed, his softening cock slipping out of your pussy with a pop, more cum leaking onto the sheets, as he turned you to lay you down on your side, such that you were sandwiched between him and Iqbal now.

You felt thoroughly fucked out and satisfied between them. A small smile tugged at your lips when you felt Iqbal kiss your shoulder gently, after which he leaned over to press a surprisingly soft kiss to Uzair’s sweaty forehead. The three of you stayed like that, tangled and sated for a long while before Uzair started rambling about the file which he had come to give to your husband.

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