PART- 1

INDIAN WEDDING THREESOME- HUSBAND x WIFE x DEVAR

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Vipasha perched on the edge of the massive four-poster bed, her silk lehenga whispering against her thighs with every shallow breath.

Candlelight flickered across the room, casting golden shadows over scattered rose petals that clung to the sheets like promises.

Outside, the thunderstorm raged, rain hammering the glass in relentless sheets while lightning split the sky, illuminating her petite frame and the way her long black hair cascaded to her hips like a dark veil beneath the red one draped over her head.

Her big doe eyes darted toward the door, her small nose flaring as she inhaled the mingled scents of damp earth, melting wax, and the faint musk of her own rising anticipation. Her pulse thrummed between her legs, an unfamiliar heat pooling low in her belly as she waited for the forbidden night to unfold.

The door creaked open, and Aryan stepped inside first, his damp shirt clinging to his broad chest, followed closely by Shaurya, whose dominant gaze swept over her with a teasing smirk that made her stomach twist.

Vipasha's breath caught, a war of emotions crashing through her like the storm beyond—loyalty to her new husband warring with the thrill of the unknown, her body betraying her with a rush of warmth that moistened her pussy beneath the layers of silk.

Aryan's eyes met hers with a spark of shared hunger, while Shaurya's presence filled the space with raw, teasing energy, his fingers brushing the door shut behind them as thunder cracked overhead.

She felt exposed yet electrified, her nipples tightening against the thin fabric of her lehenga as the men approached, their footsteps soft on the petal-strewn floor.

Internal conflict flared—Was this truly what she wanted on her wedding night?—but excitement overrode it, sending a shiver down her spine and a slick ache building between her thighs.

Aryan's hand found her shoulder, warm and reassuring, while Shaurya's teasing touch grazed her wrist, igniting sparks that made her heart race faster than the rain. The air thickened with tension, the candle flames dancing wildly as if mirroring the storm of desire awakening inside her.

Shaurya eased onto the bed beside her, his larger frame crowding the space as he sat close enough for his thigh to press warmly against hers, the heat of him seeping through the silk of her lehenga.

His dominant gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts, the way the red veil framed her flushed face, before he leaned in with that teasing smirk. "Ready for this, bhabhi?" he murmured, his voice low and rough like distant thunder, fingers tracing idle circles on her wrist that sent fresh waves of heat straight to her core.

Vipasha's breath hitched, her petite body trembling as anticipation coiled tighter in her belly, her pussy growing slicker with each passing second, the forbidden thrill of his nearness clashing with the deep pulse.

Aryan chuckled from across the room, his eyes dark with hunger as he tossed a small foil packet of condoms and a blister pack of pills onto the nightstand, the items landing with a soft clink amid the rose petals.

"Don't wait up, you can start first" he said to Shaurya, already shrugging out of his damp shirt to reveal the hard planes of his chest before heading toward the adjoining bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him as the shower hissed to life.

The storm outside raged on, lightning flashing to illuminate the way Shaurya's hand slid higher, brushing the edge of her veil aside to expose the long cascade of her black hair.

Shaurya's fingers hooked gently under her chin, tilting her face up so their eyes met, his touch sending sparks along her skin. "Fuck, bhabhi, look at these tits— perky little things just begging to be sucked," he growled, his free hand grazing the side of her breast through the thin silk, thumb circling the hardened nipple until she gasped.

"And that ass... bet it's tight and perfect under all this. Can't wait to spread those cheeks and watch you take us both, your pretty pussy dripping while we fill you up." His words ignited a raw ache between her thighs, her body arching instinctively toward him even as emotional waves of excitement and vulnerability crashed through her, the candlelight painting their entwined shadows across the walls in a dance of rising hunger.

Shaurya's hand drifted lower with deliberate slowness, fingers splaying wide across the dip of her waist before gliding up to tease the edge of her silk blouse, brushing just beneath the swell of her breasts in a way that made her nipples tighten painfully against the fabric.

"Look at you, bhabhi, already soaking that pretty pussy for me," he murmured, voice thick with dominance as his thumb traced the delicate seam of her blouse, tugging it teasingly aside to reveal a sliver of warm skin.

“Shurya.. aah” a low moan escaped her lips.

"I bet that tight little cunt is throbbing, isn't it? Aching to be stuffed full while your husband listens from the shower." The storm's rumble vibrated through the walls, matching the pulse of need building in her core, and she felt a rush of vulnerability mixed with wild surrender as his touch claimed her.

With a gentle tug, he pulled the red veil fully back, letting it pool around her shoulders like spilled wine, exposing the full cascade of her long black hair and the flush spreading down her neck.

He reached for the blister pack on the nightstand, popping two arousal pills free and pressing them to her lips with a heated command.

"Swallow these, bhabhi—make that sweet body even hotter for us. Fuck, my cock's already rock hard, straining against my pants just thinking about sinking into that dripping pussy while Aryan Bhaiya watches." Vipasha took the pills, their bitter taste lingering as heat flooded her veins almost instantly, her petite frame pressing closer, small nose brushing his jaw while her big doe eyes locked on his, a swirl of loyalty and forbidden lust tightening her chest.

His erection throbbed visibly now, pressing insistently against the front of his trousers, and he groaned low, grinding the hard length against her thigh to let her feel every inch.

Shaurya's fingers continued their path, slipping beneath the blouse hem to stroke the bare skin of her waist in slow, teasing circles that sent sparks straight to her slick folds.

"That's it, spread those legs a little, bhabhi—let me feel how wet you are before I bend you over and fill both holes," he rasped, the bulgur words sending fresh waves of arousal crashing through her as lightning lit the room, illuminating the rose petals scattered like witnesses to their mounting passion.

Her body humming with anticipation as the shower's hiss grew louder from the bathroom.

In one fluid motion, Shaurya gripped her hips and pulled Vipasha fully into his lap, her petite body straddling his thighs as her long black hair cascaded over his chest. Her fingers instinctively curled around his collar, tugging him closer while the silk of her lehenga bunched up around her waist, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs to the warm candlelight.

The storm's thunder cracked overhead, but it was nothing compared to the electric jolt that raced through her when his mouth claimed hers in a deep French kiss, tongues sliding wet and insistent, tasting the faint bitterness of the pills still on her lips.

His hand slipped beneath the flowing layers of her lehenga without hesitation, fingers brushing aside the thin fabric of her panties to find her slick folds.

Vipasha moaned into the kiss, a soft, throaty sound that vibrated against his lips as he circled her swollen clit with deliberate strokes, the pads of his fingers gliding through her wetness.

"That's it, bhabhi, grind that pretty pussy against my fingers—feel how hard my cock is for you?"

Shaurya rasped between kisses, his voice low and commanding, the thick bulge of his erection pressing insistently against her core through his trousers.

He rocked his hips upward in a teasing rhythm, rubbing the rigid length along her clit without shedding a single layer of clothing, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine.

Her small nose brushed his as she whimpered, big doe eyes fluttering half-closed in surrender, her body betraying her with fresh arousal that coated his fingers and soaked the front of his pants.

The heat from the arousal pills bloomed hotter now, making every touch sharper, every breath heavier with the mingled scents of rose petals, rain, and their growing desire.

Shaurya's free hand tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue while his fingers pressed firmer against her throbbing clit. "Your tight little cunt is dripping all over me, bhabhi—imagine how it'll feel stretched around both our cocks once Aryan joins us," he growled explicitly, the words fueling the emotional whirlwind inside her: a heady mix of guilt-laced excitement and profound connection to this forbidden intimacy on her wedding night.

“A aa.. ummmm.. Shaurya Aram se kariye”

Lightning flashed outside, casting their entwined shadows across the petal-strewn floor as her moans grew louder, her hips rolling instinctively against his bulge in desperate pursuit of more.

Shaurya broke the kiss with a growl, his dark eyes blazing as he shifted them both backward onto the bed, his back pressing firmly against the carved headrest while he dragged her petite frame along with him.

"Come here, bhabhi," he commanded, gripping her slender leg and yanking her closer until her soaked panties hovered directly over the thick, rigid outline of his cock straining against his trousers.

He pulled her by the thigh, positioning her so her core aligned perfectly, then thrust upward harshly, rubbing the clothed length of his dick over her panties in fast, relentless strokes that ground the fabric hard against her swollen clit and slick folds.

Vipasha gasped, her long black hair spilling wildly over her shoulders as the friction ignited fresh waves of heat through her body, the arousal pills making every rub feel electric and overwhelming.

Her silk lehenga bunched higher, exposing more of her smooth thighs while his bulge dragged roughly back and forth, the denim-like pressure teasing her entrance without mercy, soaking the front of his pants even further with her arousal.

“Shaurya aah aa this position is a bit aa awkw- aaaah!”

"Fuck, feel that? My cock's throbbing just for this tight little pussy, bhabhi—gonna grind you raw until you're begging for it," Shaurya rasped, his voice dripping with dominance as he held her leg elevated, his free hand sliding up to squeeze her breast through the blouse, thumb circling a hardened nipple.

She clutched at his shoulders, small nose brushing his jaw as her hips twitched involuntarily, chasing the intense rhythm while rose petals clung to her skin and the candle flames flickered wildly.

Shaurya's breathing grew ragged, his clothed dick pressing insistently harder with each quick stroke, the wet sounds of fabric against fabric filling the room alongside her whimpers, building the tension toward something inevitable and explosive.

Shaurya grew impatient as excitement ran through him, his hands yanking down his trousers and boxers in one rough pull to free his thick cock, the head already slick with his precum.

He flipped Vipasha onto her back in missionary position on the bed, spreading her thighs wide with his knees as he pressed the bare length of his dick against her soaked panties, grinding the veined shaft hard over her clit and folds in fast, heavy strokes that dragged directly across her entrance.

"Fuck, bhabhi, feel m bare dick rubbing your wet pussy," he growled, thrusting his hips to smear his precum into the thin fabric while his cockhead caught and rubbed her swollen clit with each pass.

Vipasha moaned loudly, her voice breaking into screams of "Shaurya! Shaurya! Please mat- Aaaah!" as the bare skin of his dick slid hot and insistent over her panties, the pressure forcing the cotton to cling tighter to her dripping slit and making her pussy clench with every rough rub.

Her hips bucked up involuntarily, chasing the friction as his cock pressed firmer, the head pushing the fabric slightly into her without entering, coating everything in their mixed wetness while his balls slapped lightly against her ass with the force of his movements. He gripped her thighs, holding her open as he rutted harder, the slap of skin on wet fabric filling the air alongside her cries.

“Shury.. aap bohot tez kar rhe ho”

Her big doe eyes locked on his, body trembling from the direct contact of his bare cock against her covered pussy, the arousal pills making every grind shoot straight through her core and leave her panting his name in broken screams.

Shaurya leaned in, his erection throbbing visibly as he rubbed it faster along her folds, the head catching on her clit repeatedly until her moans turned to desperate shouts, her small hands clutching at his shoulders while the storm outside matched the raw intensity building between them.

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