The lockdown of 2020 had turned our small apartment into a pressure cooker of desires. I am Ashik, and my wife Bithi, at thirty, had become irresistibly horny after giving birth. Breastfeeding our newborn left her breasts full and sensitive, her body craving touch constantly. My own drive had faded into a strange cuckold thrill, watching her need grow while I withdrew. My father Rahman, sixty but still virile enough to fuck multiple rounds, was staying with us. One humid night, with my mother tending the baby upstairs, I suggested he share our master bedroom. Bithi lay in the middle, her nightdress thin and clinging.
I pretended to sleep, my breathing steady, but my eyes cracked open in the dim light. Bithi stirred sleepily, murmuring softly. Soon Rahman’s hand brushed her thigh. She sighed, thinking it was me. “Mmm, Ashik, your hands feel so warm tonight,” she whispered, her voice husky from drowsiness. His fingers traced higher, slipping under her dress to cup her heavy breast. Milk beaded at her nipple.
Bithi arched slightly, horny and responsive. “Oh, that feels good... suck them, please.” Rahman leaned in, his mouth latching onto her nipple, drinking the sweet milk with greedy pulls. She gasped, “Yes, just like that... your tongue is driving me wild.” Her pussy grew wet, dripping onto the sheets. He slid a finger between her legs, finding her soaked folds. “So wet already,” he growled low. Bithi moaned, “Finger my pussy deeper... I’m so horny.”
Without hesitation, Rahman undressed, his cock hard and thick. He positioned himself, pushing his big dick inside her dripping pussy in one thrust. Bithi cried out in pleasure, “Fuck me hard... your cock feels so big tonight!” They moved together, sweating and panting, his hips slamming as she rode the waves. She gripped his ass, urging him on with witty banter. “You’re fucking me like a man possessed... don’t stop until I cum.”
The rhythm built intensely, her body trembling. Rahman whispered dirty talk, “Your tight pussy is milking my cock... take it all.” Bithi responded, “Yes, pound my wet cunt... I love how hard you are.” He came deep inside her, filling her with hot cum that dripped out as they slowed, both panting heavily.
As the pleasure peaked, Bithi’s eyes widened in realization—it wasn’t me. Yet the ecstasy held her, too late to pull away. I watched silently, my own conflicted arousal stirring. Rahman pulled out slowly, cum leaking from her swollen pussy. She lay there, flushed and satisfied, the air thick with their mingled scents.
The night had only begun to unravel our hidden hungers.
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