Rakesh Gets Wife Her Lover Ep. 02

ep 2

That night, in our room, I dimmed the lights, laid beside her, and touched her with care. With need. With silent desperation.

My gujju wife looked at me -- guarded. Quiet.

As my lips went down between her thighs and my tongue began its rhythm, I whispered stories into her skin...

Stories of a woman who meets a younger man... of forbidden gym sessions... of her being taken, owned, devoured.

And when her breath became ragged, when her hips began to move, when I felt her hands in my hair -- pulling me in -- While my mouth was full of her, I whispered in between strokes --

"That gym story I told you... you remember? What if we actually did that... made it real?"

Still inside her warmth, I asked, barely breathing:

"Kanu... Just once... only if you wanted... only for us."

She went still. Her body stiffened slightly.

"No," she said at first. Then turned her head to the wall.

I kissed her inner thigh. Waited.

I said it again. Not as a command. Not as a plea. But as a man trying to survive the erosion of what he once called love.

She didn't reply. Just let me continue.

And then on the third time, when I kissed her clit softly and whispered again, she suddenly exhaled hard... and said without looking at me --

"Do it for you. If it makes you happy... I'm okay."

I knew she wasn't doing it for me.

I knew she was already wet thinking about his cock.

But I also knew this was the only way she was still mine.

So I held her thighs tighter. Swirled my tongue harder.

And brought her to one more orgasm -- loud, messy, breathless.

The yoga

It was a Sunday morning. The kind when light seeps in lazy through balcony grills and sweat feels golden. I managed to call amardeep for power yoga session and paid him 2k per hour. First he must have though it's me who needs the session but when he I said train her my wife he was delighted so my wife I could see.

She bent forward in a slow Uttanasana. Her soft buttocks stretched under the fabric -- not hidden, not flaunted -- just there, round, full, real. Rakesh had once teased her about the faint stretch marks and the rash that sometimes formed in summer, under those curves. But today, it all looked like a sculpture -- slightly jiggling, firm in the center, tender on the edges.

As she moved into a cat-cow pose, Amardeep gently pressed her lower back to guide her posture. His fingers paused just above the waistband of her track pants.

"Too stiff here," he murmured, "hips need to open more."

Rakesh casually said, "She has a habit of locking her hips her ass... you can feel here..."

Amardeep glanced for permission. Rakesh nodded.

A red bra hook peeked through her top -- pressed tightly against her skin.

"Ouch," she whispered, adjusting.

"Remove it, na," Rakesh said, casually. "Hook's leaving marks kanu"

She act hesitated. Amardeep looked away. But Rakesh added softly, "It's okay, baby... we're just trying to help you tone up, remember?"

After a few seconds of hesitation, Kanika turned around, slipped a hand beneath the soft fabric of her white lose spaghetti, and unclasped the bra. She pulled it out slyly from one armhole -- a delicate motion that made the strap brush softly over her skin. Her bust shifted naturally under the now unlined top. The fabric clung slightly, visible from the side of her lose spaghetti. "Better?" Rakesh asked, eyes trailing the relaxed curve of her back.

She gave him a look -- a secret one -- and resumed the stretch.

Amardeep resumed the stretch, now his fingers gliding a little more deliberately on her waist. Kanika's thighs trembled, and her stomach fluttered with small, involuntary twitches. She was aroused wildly, but in a slow, physical reaction to being watched, touched, guided.

And she loved it.

"Amardeep," he said quietly, his eyes not on him, but on his wife, "She was on protein shakes last month... just trying to build a bit of tone. But I noticed something."

He moved his hand and finger gently, parting a loose fold of the lose spaghetti over her breast. Just enough to pull it out. "There's a bit of... hair. Around her nipple. Very light. But new." His voice wasn't mocking -- it was genuinely concerned.

Kanika's eyes fluttered open -- she blushed instantly with this event.

"Rakesh..." she whispered, half-shy, half-scold.

He turned to Amardeep. "You've trained women before. You know how body responds. Could this be hormonal? Should we stop those shakes?" kanikas gujrato soft white boobs still in his hand, showing him her pink nipple.

Amardeep kept his gaze steady a husband showing his beautiful fair wife's round breast. He calmly said "Maybe. Or maybe just shift her to whey isolate, not mass gainer."

Kanika gave a tiny nod. Silent. A little flushed, but she didn't cover herself. "Her breasts are fuller in the mornings," he said quietly giggling her boobs, looking at Amardeep. "Heavier. The nipples swell early... more blood flow, I think."

Kanika's lips parted, but she didn't protest. Her hands lay by her side, fingers twitching slightly with every brush of skin.

But as the session moved into downward dog, cobra, and child's pose, Amardeep moved closer. Correcting her form gently -- placing one hand softly on her lower back, another on her thigh.

Rakesh noticed her chest pressing into the mat during stretches, her nipples openly visible through the lose spaghetti strap slipping boobs once or twice. He watched as Amardeep adjusted her pelvis position, guiding her from behind, whispering cues.

In one moment -- Kanika was on all fours, arching in a deep cat-cow pose, and Amardeep's hands were on her waist and hips, adjusting her alignment, his fingers unintentionally brushing the bare strip of skin between her pants and top.

Rakesh exhaled,"guys hold for a min, kanu just let me tell him the problem." Then, slowly, almost like handling silk, he reached for the waistband of her pink leggings sliding it down.

"She's still in panties, it's fine..." he murmured, more to himself than to them. Kanika on her four. He peeled the leggings down fully. Amardeep was shocked seen rakesh stripping his wife in front of him casually. He Ask kanika lifted her knees slightly to help. Her thighs were warm, slightly dewy, the fabric leaving behind a faint imprint on her skin.

"There... see the skin?" Rakesh gestured to the inside of her thighs, the top curve of her hip. "Some redness here. That rash is from heat, but also friction. Can't have her working out like this without checking." He could understand she not protesting but what was with rakesh bhaiya?

Amardeep leaned closer, professionally. He touched near the rash with the back of his knuckles. Soft. "She always forgets to moisturize here," Rakesh added, touching her side just above the pelvic bone. "The skin between the hipbone and lower belly gets dry. But it's also where I feel her pulse fastest when she's turned on."

Amardeep swallowed.

"She's not wet yet," Rakesh said, "but she's close."

His eyes dropped for a second -- not between her legs, but to the hem of her underwear pressed against the soft outer folds of her vulva. The outline was clear -- her labia pressed into the fabric, parted ever so slightly, lips full and plush under the stretch. A small dampness had begun to form -- no stain, just heat.

Kanika's chest rose again, nipples still erect, areolae darker now.

"Amardeep... just one more thing," he said quietly. "There's a scar... or something reddish. Right between her buttocks."

He glanced at his wife, his fingers brushing just above the curve of her tailbone. "I noticed it two days ago. Thought it was a scratch, but it's still there."

Kanika flinched just slightly -- not from discomfort, but from the intimacy of the moment. She looked at Rakesh over her shoulder, her eyes asking really... here, now?

Rakesh gave her a soft nod, his hand on her thigh now -- warm, steady.

"kanu baby... please. Just let him see it once. He knows bodies better than me."

Amardeep, still kneeling, kept his tone gentle. "Bhabhi... if you're okay, I'll take a quick look. It might be nothing. Just skin friction or a product reaction."

Kanika exhaled slowly, then leaned forward slightly. With quiet confidence, she slipped her fingers into her waistband, pulled her underwear down and off, and folded it neatly beside her mat. Then, with controlled calm, she moved onto all fours, the morning light highlighting the smooth roundness of her fair soft buttocks -- full, fleshy, marked faintly by sweat and pressure from the leggings. Her hubby and her lover were examining her naked ass and pussy from behind. Her hanging nipples were erected and vagaina started flowing.

She didn't look at either of them. Just said, "Tell me if it looks bad."

Amardeep nodded. "I'll ... just taking a look.. wow" he was lost at the mole on her ass.

He leaned in closer, studying the base of her spine, then the subtle crease between her buttocks. Spread it bhabi for me. His naughtiness was understood by kanika, she was red with arousal and was flowing. The skin there was slightly red -- no cut, no wound, just irritation. But as her cheeks naturally parted, the view deepened.

Her anal ring -- soft, slightly pink -- rested just beside the reddish spot. The skin there pulsed faintly with her breath.

Amardeep swallowed softly. Then asked, more from concern than curiosity, "Did you... ever have any anal play?"

Kanika didn't flinch. She looked back, slightly amused, slightly embarrassed.

"It needs... thrust with an hard erection isn't it rakesh?. Otherwise, no point, I am virgin there" she murmured.

Rakesh gave a faint grin, proud of her honesty, of her openness in the moment.

But before anything more could unfold -- a sudden knock on the door.

Kanika's eyes widened. She sprang up, grabbed her top, leggings, and bolted into the bathroom, her bare hips briefly flashing in the mirror's edge.

Rakesh composed himself quickly and opened the door.

"Surprise!" came the voice of Omkar, his childhood friend, beaming with his wife Jyoti behind him, holding a box of sweets.

Rakesh laughed, masking everything under casual warmth. "Aree wah... kya timing hai! Come in, come in." rakesh saw his wife's panty beside the side chair, amardeep too noticed it and picked up and put it in his pocket. Rakesh was relaxed, guest didn't see it.

As they stepped in, Rakesh quickly turned back, "Oh -- meet Amardeep. He's my personal fitness trainer. Sunday sessions."

Amardeep stood, composed, nodding politely. His hands folded, his breathing steady.

Omkar chuckled, "Kya baat hai! Trainer bhi full time laga diya ab toh!"

Rakesh winked, "Body ka dhyaan rakhna padta hai, bhai... kaafi load hai aajkal."

Behind the bathroom door, Kanika sat on the closed toilet seat -- heart pounding, still half-naked, her body flushed from both arousal and the sudden rush of reality.

She looked into the mirror. Her nipples still stiff under the loose cotton. Her thighs still warm. Her mind still lost in what just almost happened.

She bit her lip. And smiled.

The day passed in polite noise -- tea, snacks, laughter. Omkar and Jyoti overstayed their welcome like all old friends do. Kanika smiled, served, sat through it all... but her mind kept slipping back to the stretch of the mat, the cool air on her bare buttocks, the way Amardeep's breath had warmed her skin.

By the time they left, it was already dusk. The light was low, the house quiet. Kanika drew the bathroom door shut, stripped off each layer -- slow, silent -- and stepped under the shower.

The first few drops of warm water felt like sighs against her back. She leaned forward slightly, eyes closed, letting her muscles relax -- until a sudden tug ran through her right inner thigh. A spasm. Sharp, deep, right where the adductor met the soft flesh near her pubic region.

"Ahh... fuck," she whispered, grabbing the side wall.

She tried stretching it herself, but the pain flared again.

Defeated and annoyed, she called out loud, "Rakesh!"

He was in the hall, still scrolling through the day's messages. He heard the edge in her voice -- real discomfort.

He entered without knocking. Kanika was standing, naked, one leg slightly bent, one hand gripping the sink.

"There's a pull... inner thigh," she said, trying not to sound too vulnerable.

Rakesh's eyes travelled down slowly -- from the water trickling off her collarbones, across the natural slope of her breasts, nipples already puckered from the cool air, to the slick inner curve of her thighs, flushed, tense.

"Is it here... or deeper in?"

"More inside... toward the groin."

Without hesitation, Rakesh knelt. "Wait. Don't move."

He gently pressed the area beside the vaginal mound, fingers stopping just short of the outer lips. And then, he whispered, half to himself, "We need Amardeep to see this."

Kanika's eyes flared open. "What? No! I'm naked, Rakesh!"

Her cheeks burned crimson. She stepped back slightly, covering her breast with one arm, but not convincingly.

He stood, close now. His voice calm, firm.

"just shut up kanika. I want him to see, he is a trainer."

A few minutes later, Amardeep walked in. The air was thicker now -- not just from humidity, but from something electric. His eyes met Kanika's, then drifted down -- to the parted towel, where one breast swelled freely, the areola flushed, nipple semi-erect. Lower, her thighs were open, the fold of the towel now riding dangerously high -- the dense, dark pubic hair at the top of her vulva clearly visible.

He kept his expression steady, but his breath slowed. Amardeep stood at the foot of the bed, eyes fixed not in lust -- but in awe, a quiet hunger mixed with disbelief. It was one thing to touch her during yoga, to guide her stretches, to tease around the edges. But this -- this quiet offering -- hit different.

"Oil?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Rakesh handed him the copper bottle.

Amardeep poured a slow line of oil over her inner thigh, close to the groin, letting it trickle toward the edge of her labia. His palms followed -- spreading it gently with slow, circular pressure, thumbs working into the muscle knot.

"I'll have to press deeper, bhabhi. She was read as he first time touched her there. Near the base of the pelvis. Close to the... folds."

Kanika nodded faintly, her lips pursed, breath sharp. She tried not to react -- but when his thumb grazed the crease beside her vaginal lips, she let out a small, involuntary moan.

"You keep hair here bhabi?" he asked, tone half-playful, half-professional. "It'll trap sweat. Rubbing will worsen."

Kanika shot him a mock-glare, her cheeks darkened with blush. "My husband likes it... just the way it is."

Rakesh chuckled. "yup, Sometimes. But not today."

He walked over, handed the razor to Amardeep -- a deliberate gesture.

"Do it clean. Slow. I want to see it fresh tonight."

Kanika stared at both men, stunned -- exposed, silent, and yet... her thighs didn't close.

Amardeep crouched lower, hands now resting on her knees. He looked up at her face.

"I'll start. Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable."

She didn't answer.

She just laid back, spread her thighs a little more, and let the towel slip off completely.

Amardeep paused. It was the first time he saw that part of her. Before this -- their moments had been mouths, fingers, whispers. Never this view. Never this... closeness.

She felt the slow drag of the razor along her skin, the soft pull of his fingers stretching her outer lips, and the warm cloth pressing between her inner thighs.

Now, she lay in silence between two truths:

One -- the freedom of her husband, a man who didn't need to possess her to love her.

Two -- the eyes of her young lover, who had touching her with permission.

The razor slid softly again, just above her vaginal lips, the strokes slow, careful. Amardeep held her inner thigh steady, fingers splayed near the crease of her groin, where the skin was softest, most sensitive.

Kanika's breath trembled.

Not from fear. Not from shame.

But from the raw delicacy of it all -- being opened like this, seen, touched, tended to.

The blade moved gently over her pubic mound, collecting the last tufts near her clitoral hood. Each stroke was an invitation for her skin to breathe, and it did -- her vulva now bare, warm under the oil, and alive to every shift in the room.

She exhaled, lips parting just slightly.

And in that moment, she felt it all -- the heat of Amardeep's fingers, so close, yet so calm... and the weight of Rakesh's gaze, steady, proud.

He stood at the foot of the bed, towel around his neck, arms folded -- eyes not just on the act, but on her.

His woman.

His love.

His offering.

Kanika blinked up at him, a blush on her cheeks, but not the kind that hides -- this was a blush that belonged.

Rakesh smiled gently. "Still feeling tight?" he asked.

She shook her head slowly. "It's easing... the spasms are... gone," she whispered.

Amardeep's hand moved lower, now tracing the curve beneath her labia majora, dabbing a drop of oil there to soothe the skin. His fingertips brushed dangerously close to her clit. She twitched -- involuntarily.

Rakesh sat down on the floor beside her now. His voice lowered, almost reverent.

"She gets wet fast when she feels seen. Like you are touching her naked while I see, or when in open, kind of carmparking letting herself free."

Amardeep looked up, confused for a second. "You... you know?" while still rubbing kanikas vagaina.

Rakesh smiled. "I've always known. I just waited for her to know it too."

Kanika opened her eyes, shocked, breathless. Her hand reached for Rakesh's wrist. "You...?"

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "It's okay, baby. I want this. I want you to feel everything you've been scared to feel."

Her lips trembled, she was aroused and emotional too a tear slid sideways from her temple -- not from shame, but release. Something inside her melted.

Rakesh turned to Amardeep.

"She's yours now. For this moment. Just listen to her body. Let it speak."

And then he kissed her. Kanikas body arched gently. Her legs fully parted.

Amardeep moved between them now, his hands steady, his lips close to her belly. The top rode higher. Her breasts were exposed now -- fully, openly. Full, soft, natural, with dark brown areolae and erect nipples that throbbed with need.

Rakesh watched as the man touched his wife's bare skin --And then Kanika moaned -- a low, aching sound from the base of her throat -- as Amardeep's lips met her lower belly, trailing down, closer to the wet pussy lips between her thighs. She shivered.. rakesh kissing her lips and thrusting his tongue in his wife's mouth. She thanking him and kissing back. The young lad amardeep got up with his erection to get in action. Both rakesh and kanika watching his manhood.

Rakesh sat beside Kanika's trembling thighs, his gaze lowered to Amardeep's manhood -- thick, veined, throbbing with youth. For a second, he simply watched it pulse in the light, inches away from the part of Kanika only he had once claimed.

He reached slowly for the bottle of oil -- the one they used for body aches and rainy nights. He poured it, warm and golden, into his palm. It slid between his fingers like desire itself.

Then, gently, he wrapped his hand around Amardeep's shaft.

Amardeep exhaled sharply --Rakesh said softly, "Now I understand why she kept coming back to you. You're not just a boy anymore. You're a man. And she deserves that."

Kanika lay back, thighs open, her inner lips flushed and wet, her clit throbbing. Her husband loving her lover was realy something eles for her.

She wrapped her hand around both their shafts, fisting them together, gasping.

"God, you two... Look at these cocks. So different, but mine now."

Amardeep's was thick and dusky, veins bulging. Rakesh's slightly longer,, leaking steadily.

Her eyes pleaded, wild and aching.

"Baby... please, lick me too. Make me wet before this monster enters. I want to feel every inch."

Rakesh smiled. He obeyed, like a husband devoted to a ritual.

He leaned down and licked Kanika -- slow at first, then with firm circular pressure. She gasped, her hips jerking upward, her hand clutching Amardeep's cock tightly like a holy staff.

Then, without a pause, Rakesh turned to Amardeep, his tongue still moist with his wife's arousal.

"Come here, boy... let me grease you."

Kanika nodded, encouraging. Amardeep stepped forward, his cock throbbing. Rakesh opened his mouth and took the thick head in -- lips wrapping around the girth, sucking gently, then more firmly, worshipping his wife's lover like a sacred act.

After a moment, Rakesh guided Amardeep forward, placing the wet, pulsing cockhead against Kanika's slick pussy.

Her breath hitched. "Yes... put it in. Stretch me. I want to be full."

Amardeep slowly pushed in. Her folds parted, hungry and slick, wrapping around him inch by inch. He grunted, hips trembling, while Kanika screamed softly -- the stretch of his girth filling her, testing her, thrilling her.

Rakesh circled behind them as they moved into missionary, Amardeep thrusting slowly, deeply, while Kanika wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, locking him in.

Behind them, Rakesh watched their joined bodies -- his wife being fucked hard by another man, and he, hard again, licking his lips. He bent down, spreading their cheeks. His tongue flicked over Amardeep's tight ring, then lower to Kanika's wet, twitching hole. He licked both, taking in the mixture of sweat, oil, and white love-juice dripping from her stretched slit.

When Amardeep's cock pulled out halfway during a thrust, Rakesh leaned forward and sucked the shaft mid-stroke -- tasting his wife's arousal on it, spit mixing with her nectar. It was filthy, and he loved every second.

Kanika was moaning louder now. Her nails dug into Amardeep's back.

"I'm gonna come! Fuck... don't stop... fill me!"

Her legs tightened, her hips bucked, her walls clamped around the thick cock inside her. Her orgasm ripped through her like a storm, back arching, eyes rolling back, a scream bursting from her lips.

But Amardeep wasn't done. Her orgasm only drove him deeper, thrusts harder, chasing his own climax. Just when his breath turned ragged, Kanika gasped, "No! Not inside me, please!"

Amardeep grunted, pulled out -- thick veins throbbing along the length of his cock -- just in time.

Rakesh was already behind, kneeling, mouth open, ready. He wrapped his lips around the tip, and Amardeep erupted -- thick, hot cum spurting into Rakesh's mouth, some dribbling down his chin, some swallowed instantly. Rakesh closed his eyes, holding the base of Amardeep's cock, gently sucking every last drop.

Kanika watched -- her mouth slightly open, face flushed, chest rising and falling. Her eyes met Rakesh's. The three of them collapsed into each other, their sweaty, sticky bodies tangled like vines. They kissed -- mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue -- husband, wife, and her lover... a perfect triangle of lust, devotion, and shared heat.

Kanika lay back, her thighs still trembling, lips parted, her breasts rising and falling in slow aftershocks. Amardeep's thick cock had just slipped out of her soaked, stretched pussy, leaving behind a trail of white fluid slowly dripping from her flushed folds onto the sheets.

Rakesh sat between her legs, his eyes locked on that glistening mess of her and Amardeep combined.

Without saying a word, he bent down and started licking -- slow, greedy, reverent. His tongue lapped up the creamy residue, swiping along the tender folds, dragging upward through her clit.

Kanika gasped and moaned again, "Arre... you really love your leftovers, don't you?"

Rakesh looked up, smirking with his chin wet. "baby... tum dono ne milke jo banaya hai, itna rich blend hai -- waste kaise karun?"

She giggled and shifted her hips slightly. "Toh andar ka bhi clean kar lo. Deep in he is there."

Without a word, Rakesh slid his tongue deeper inside her. Kanika cried out, thighs locking around his ears, her hands in his hair.

Amardeep, lying beside them with his chest still heaving, watched silently -- half-aroused, half-awed.

Kanika's body twitched under the soft invasion, her voice tender now. "Itna pyaar... main sach mein naseeb wali hoon."

Rakesh chuckled, pulling the bedsheet halfway over Kanika's bare leg, still sticky with love.

He looked at both of them and said, "You think I didn't know?"

Amardeep raised an eyebrow. "where do u caught us?"

Rakesh grinned, "Once in the clubhouse, that summer afternoon. I walked in to grab a cold drink... saw you smacking her ass near the storeroom door."

Kanika gasped. "You saw that?!"

"You were smiling like a naughty schoolgirl," he said, smirking.

Amardeep laughed nervously. "Damn."

Rakesh added, "Second time -- terrace. I had come up to fix the water tank pipe, and saw her kneeling between your legs, your thick cock in her mouth, wind blowing her hair back."

Kanika bit her lip, half-embarrassed, half-aroused at the memory.

"And then that one message..." Rakesh's voice softened.

Both turned to him.

"You had messaged her -- 'bhabi I want to fuck u.

And kanika reply "the place should be hygienic"

Kanika blushed hard, hiding her face in the pillow.

Amardeep groaned, "I didn't know it showed!" rakesh biting kanikas lower lip "kanu the place is hygienic right?"

All laughs.