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Ashish gently pressed his finger to my lips, a silent command for me to hold my questions. My heart had long yearned for this moment, yet a part of me resisted. It felt necessary, almost righteous. I swung my legs off the bed and demanded to know where Jatin was and how he had entered our room.
Ashish gestured toward Vinay, who sat there, utterly stunned, murmuring, “This isn’t how I imagined things turning out.” I kept up the facade of the dutiful wife, feigning disappointment with both Ashish and Vinay. Ashish shrugged, lighting a cigarette. Vinay, concerned, reminded him that I was pregnant.
But beneath it all, the bitter reality that my husband had orchestrated for me to be with my ex ignited a fierce anger within me. In a surge of defiance, I snatched the cigarette from Ashish’s hand and took a long drag.
When Vinay reached for it, I shot back, “Oh, so you’re worried about the baby now? But not about your wife being ed by her Ex?”
“It’s not what you think,” Vinay said, but I couldn’t hold back. “You’re sitting there with your pants down, stroking your boner while my ex is halfnaked, kissing your blindfolded wife on our bed, and you expect me to believe it’s not what I think. Wow! You are a real piece of shit, aren’t you?”
My voice was thick with disbelief and frustration. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation hit me hard. I took another deep drag and blew the smoke on Vinay’s face, and said, “ it! You know what, if that’s what you want, then that’s what you will get.”
No words were spoken after that in the dimly lit room. The atmosphere was charged with excitement. I leaned closer to Ashish with a playful smile on my lips as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Vinay watched as Ashish reached out for my boobs with one hand.
He intertwined his fingers with mine with another. Ashish had the same sparkling eyes and carefree attitude with mischief on his face. He leaned towards me to kiss me. I looked Vinay in his eyes and said, “Do you want to see how a man s and treats his woman?”
Vinay quietly nodded with a shameful and hurtful smile. I maintained eye contact with Vinay and said, “Watch and learn, you Sinful bastard! Isn’t this what you wanted?”
There’s something about me that you should know. I’ve always enjoyed the way my ass was admired. It’s a unique pleasure that not every woman can understand. Both men and women have often commented on it, and with each compliment, a hint of narcissism blossomed within me, feeding a desire for my ass to be worshipped. Ashish knew this and often spent hours worshipping my ass when we were together.
At that moment, with no moral boundaries to hold us back, the air crackled with electricity as my exhusband and current one had already stoked the fading flames of desire. The weight of judgment melted away, leaving only raw, exhilarating freedom.
And I thought, why not? This is a perfect moment for me to be worshipped by two men who love me and adore me. There is something special about ass worship that only a few understand. Ashish lay on the bed while Vinay helped me stand up and returned to his chair.
I carefully balanced myself and started to spread my ass cheek. I then sat on Ashish’s face. The moment his tongue touched my asshole, I was possessed by a strange sense of power. It felt amazing and reminded me of my ual appeal.
My mind was flooded with thoughts, a sense of pride that two handsome men I love still find me so attractive. They want to bury their tongue deep inside my filthy ass. I squeezed my breast, letting out a thin stream of milk. The smell of sweat, leaking pussy and the moistness from the milk was exhilarating.
I had forgotten this version of myself. But the presence of two men I love and the sense of security that they will neither judge nor shame had kept me sane. I continued to grind my ass on Ashish’s face. He would push it away every few seconds to breathe.
Then, he would spend some time sniffing it and licking it. I started to twitch my asshole and accidentally let out a few drops of pee. I then stood up and apologised. Suddenly, Vinay joined us and asked if everything was alright. Responding, I just pulled him towards my breast.
He sucked on my swollen nipples. Ashish spread my legs and started to lick the dripping pee on my thighs and slowly reached my pussy. Vinay made me sit on the corner of the bed beside him. He continued to suck my teats. He’d press the boob hard and collect the milk in his mouth.
Then, French kissed me, passing my fluids back into my mouth. I would then kiss Akash, who would swallow it all with a grin on his face. It became increasingly uncomfortable to sit without any back support. Vinay then encouraged me to lie down on the bed.
He positioned himself above me, kneeling close to my face and burying his dick in my mouth. Akash had his finger up my ass and continued to my pussy with his tongue. I felt a strong urge to suck both dicks together. The feisty little whore in me had awoken.
The fear of trash talk ruining the moment lingered. I decided to speak the divine language of silence with expression. The best part was both men knew my body language. I didn’t have to say anything out loud. Moments later, Aksah slapped his dick on my right cheek and Vinay on my left.
I tightly held both their cock’s and squeezed them. Vinay started to buckle and shake even before I could rub his dick. My left palm was full of his sticky jizz. I smeared his cum on my boobs. I took his semierect dick in my mouth and then swapped it with Akash’s cock.
I asked them to get closer and got both their dicks in my mouth. I then winked at the boys, and they knew what to do next. Akash continued to slowly my mouth by pinching my nipples. Vinay quietly withdrew, knowing he needed time to recover.
Akash finally came into my mouth. I turned towards Vinay and made bubbles out of Akash’s jizz, and swallowed it all with a smack. This time, Akash decided to take a step back and light another cigarette, clearly enjoying the attention.
I noticed Vinay’s annoyed expression, but he kept quiet, letting Akash have his moment. Even though I hadn’t done much, I felt more tired than I should have and was craving a warm bath—preferably with bubbles. So, I stood up and said we needed to have a serious chat because this nonsense couldn’t go on.
Akash looked at me with a grin and said, “Whatever you say, your grace,” taking a theatrical bow like he was in a comedy show. I replied, “Once an asshole, always an asshole.” I turned to Vinay, my voice laced with frustration. “Happy! Is this what you wanted?”
He replied with a weak, almost defeated “yes,” and it hit me like a punch to the gut—he clearly wasn’t satisfied. That nagging feeling of annoyance bubbled up inside me. It felt pointless to close the bathroom door after everything that had just happened.
Moments later, both of them entered the bathroom. I laughed and asked them to leave, but Akash hugged me from behind. Vinay again got on his knees, spreading my legs. I suggested we go back to the bed. But they wouldn’t listen. I stopped Vinay from licking my pussy.
I wanted to pee, and my clit was super sensitive, to which Akash whispered in my ear. “Why don’t you pee in your husband’s mouth.” Akash had a certain magic in his voice—a commanding tone that felt like a call I couldn’t ignore. Whenever he spoke assertively, I was compelled to follow his lead.
That’s part of what led to our separation. My body had become so accustomed to his commands that breaking free felt almost impossible. In seconds I started letting out a hot stream of piss. I was on pregnancy medication. The distinct aroma and colour of my urine were hard to miss.
It was a reminder of the changes happening in my body. It felt both overwhelming and undeniable. With my stomach getting in my way, I could not see if Vinay was swallowing it. But the feeling of my pussy being sucked while I was letting go of a stream was enough for my knees to go weak.
As soon as I was done, I returned to the room and said, “ me already.” Akash was the first to react. He quickly swept the room and found my daughter’s baby oil, and poured it on his dick. He then asked Vinay to hold my legs high enough to lift my ass.
Akash squeezed some oil on my asshole and inserted a finger. It had been ages since I had my ass was ed. The moment I smiled, Vinay looked at me. I didn’t know what to say and turned my face away. Akash then inserted another finger and circled my asshole to relax my muscles.
I then told him that I was ready. The positing with legs up and the baby kicking inside was getting uncomfortable. Akash understood and inserted his dick at once. It went all the way in. I signed and let out a small scream. Vinay seemed confused and scared that I was being hurt.
I pressed his hand and signalled that it was fine. Akash ed me for a few minutes and tried hard to cum in my ass. But he was also aware that I was uncomfortable with the position and withdrew. We took a small break. I washed my boobs and nipples.
I told the boys that I’d return after feeding my little one. As soon as I returned, both of them started sniffing and licking every inch of my body. I lost count of the number of times they made me cum and ed me in turns. We even indulged in the idea of double penetration and failed miserably.
Finally, I lay on the bed in the centre with Akash on one arm and Vinay on another, sucking my nipples. One had their finger in my butt and another in my pussy. I couldn’t tell whose finger was where. Suddenly, I asked Akash about Jatin, and he replied, “Oh, he’s in the closet watching us.”
I playfully slapped his chest, and laughter erupted among us. But as it came time for Akash to leave, I noticed the sadness in his eyes. I knew he had never remarried or dated anyone. He was still genuinely in love with me. Yet, deep down, I understood that we just weren’t meant to be.
This Limerence shall be the cross we bear.
THE END
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