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Nisha had been married for over five years. At twenty-five, she was a stunning beauty—fair-skinned, with a cute, round face and a constant, teasing smile. Her big, expressive eyes sparkled with mischief, and her long, thick hair cascaded down to her waist. Her figure, a perfect 34-28-36, could make any man’s heart race. Her husband, Rajeshwar, now twenty-seven, worked a government job. He was average-looking, medium-built, and serious by nature. Their life was simple, even boring. They used to fuck two or three times a month when the mood struck, but a year ago, a tragic accident during a government tour changed everything. Rajeshwar lost a leg, and with it, his ability to get hard. His cock no longer stood up, leaving Nisha, in the prime of her youth, burning with unfulfilled desire.
Life had become a dull routine. Rajeshwar went to the office every morning, leaving Nisha alone at home. No fucking, no steamy nights—just endless hours of TV soaps or gossiping with the neighborhood aunties. “God, this is like those stupid saas-bahu serials,” Nisha thought, rolling her eyes. But she wasn’t the type to drown in boredom. A spark of excitement hit her when she decided to pursue an M.A. through private study. She’d heard admissions were open, but she didn’t know much about the process. So, she headed to a nearby school, hoping to get some guidance from a teacher there.
At the school, she bumped into Rita, an old acquaintance. Rita was busy with a class but introduced Nisha to Vikram, a teacher. Vikram, thirty, was tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome, with a sly smile that could charm anyone. His deep voice and confident vibe instantly caught Nisha’s attention. He explained the admission process—forms, fees, documents—everything. Then Vivek, Vikram’s friend and fellow teacher, joined them. Vivek, twenty-eight, was slightly darker but equally attractive, known for his quick wit and naughty eyes. Nisha was confused by all the information, and Vivek noticed her puzzled look.
“Alright, Nisha ji! Why don’t you come with us? We need to fill out forms too,” Vivek said with a playful grin.
“When?” Nisha asked, her curiosity piqued.
“School’s out at two. I’ll bring my car, and we’ll go together,” Vivek replied, winking.
“Thank you so much! I’ll wait for you,” Nisha said, blushing but with a glint in her eyes.
By three that afternoon, Vivek pulled up to Nisha’s house in his old Maruti. Nisha had ditched her usual saree for tight jeans and a fitted top that hugged her curves. Her slim waist and heavy boobs were impossible to ignore. As she stepped out, Vivek’s jaw dropped.
“Is Nisha ji around?” he called out, leaning out of the car window, pretending not to recognize her.
“I’m right here!” Nisha giggled, adjusting her bangles.
“Tell her Vivek and Vikram are here,” he teased.
“Oh, just open the door!” Nisha said, playing along with a coy smile.
“But Nisha ji was supposed to come…” Vivek continued, grinning.
“What’s this? You don’t even recognize me? I am Nisha!” she laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Vikram and Vivek stared, stunned. The saree-clad, simple Nisha was gone, replaced by this modern, sexy bombshell. They burst out laughing.
“How could we recognize you, Nisha ji? That saree-wali bahenji and this?” Vivek said, his eyes roaming over her.
“Enough, let’s go!” Nisha said, laughing as she slid into the car.
They went to the office, got the forms, and returned. Photos needed to be attached, fees sorted. Nisha, being polite, said, “Come for dinner tonight. We can fill out the forms together.”
Vikram and Vivek jumped at the chance to spend more time with her. They were already smitten. “Such decent, well-mannered guys,” Nisha thought, smiling as she went inside. Meanwhile, Vikram and Vivek couldn’t stop talking about her on the way back. “Man, what a piece!” Vivek said, and they laughed, their minds already racing with dirty thoughts.
That evening, they arrived at Nisha’s house, dressed simply but elegantly. Nisha introduced them to Rajeshwar. “This is my husband, Rajeshwar. And these are Vikram and Vivek. They helped me a lot today, so I invited them for dinner.”
Rajeshwar, on his wheelchair, smiled. “You guys came alone? Would’ve been nice if your wives joined,” he joked.
“Next time, we’ll bring them,” Vivek said, chuckling.
“Yeah, definitely!” Vikram added, and they all laughed.
After dinner, the three sat to fill out the forms. Rajeshwar wheeled himself to another room. Nisha’s subject was geography, and by chance, Vikram and Vivek had studied it in their B.A., so they chose the same. Over the year, their friendship grew tight. They met often, shared notes, and hung out. Rajeshwar liked their company too. But Nisha’s feelings were changing. She started fantasizing about Vikram and Vivek, imagining dirty, forbidden things with them. At night, alone, she’d rub her pussy, thinking, “God, what if they both…” Her body shivered with the thought.
Vikram and Vivek were just as obsessed. “Man, I dreamt I was fucking Nisha last night,” Vivek said shamelessly, grabbing his cock. “Her pussy must be so tight!” Vikram grinned, “In my dream, I was pounding her ass!” Their talks made it clear—Nisha was driving them wild.
Exams were nearing, and their center was in Bhopal, a two-hour drive. Vivek suggested they go together in his car and stay in a hotel. Rajeshwar trusted them and agreed. Nisha was brilliant, having studied the entire course, but exam stress got to her. The day before leaving, she felt feverish. To make things worse, her period started early. “Fuck, why now?” she cursed, feeling irritated but determined to push through.
They reached Bhopal and, after checking a few hotels, found one with a single room available. It was spacious, clean, with a nice bathroom. They got an extra bed. Nisha rushed to the bathroom to shower and change her pad. The exams began in March, with pleasant weather. The first three days were consumed by exam tension, but by the fourth, Nisha’s patience snapped. Her pussy was itching with need. “God, it’s been so long since I had a cock,” she thought, her body craving release. With two hot guys around, it was torture to control herself. “If I just give them a hint, they’ll fuck my brains out,” she thought, her eyes glinting with lust.
That evening, in the hotel room, Nisha pretended to study at the table. She wore a loose, low-neck blouse, her boobs half-exposed, the deep cleavage on display. She deliberately rested her heavy boobs on the table, making them look even more inviting. Vikram and Vivek, sitting across, couldn’t take their eyes off her. They exchanged a look, like a silent agreement. Nisha’s eyes turned pink with desire, her body burning. She shyly lowered her gaze but occasionally flicked her sultry eyes toward them, inviting them to make a move.
Suddenly, Vikram’s hand landed on her boob, gently caressing it. Nisha’s body jolted with electricity. “Oh god, what’s happening,” she thought, but her body was responding eagerly. Vivek’s hand joined, fondling her other boob, teasing her nipple. “Uhh,” Nisha moaned softly. Both guys moved behind her. Vikram pressed his hard cock against her back. “Fuck, it’s so hard,” Nisha thought, her pussy getting wet. Vivek unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her smooth, fair boobs. His hand slid down her stomach, inching toward her pussy. Nisha was losing control, leaning back against them, surrendering herself. Vivek’s hand slipped into her salwar, rubbing her slick pussy. Then he felt her pad.
“Uff, Vivek… stop… it’s the last day of my period… please,” Nisha pleaded, almost begging.
Their excitement fizzled out. Nisha quickly grabbed a towel, covered her boobs, and went to her bed, head down. She fixed her clothes and lay down. “Fucking periods,” she thought, “but tomorrow, I’m free.” Her mind was restless, but she knew the path was clear now.
That night, Nisha woke up suddenly. Dim light filtered into the room. Her eyes fell on Vikram and Vivek, both naked, their cocks rock-hard. Vivek was whispering, “Wait, let me do it…” Vikram was kneeling by his bed, his cock throbbing. Vivek stood behind him, pressing his cock against Vikram’s ass while grabbing Vikram’s dick. He started rubbing his cock on Vikram’s ass and jerking him off. “Oh fuck, what’s this!” Nisha thought, clutching her pussy. Her breathing quickened. Soon, Vikram shot his load. Then Vivek’s turn came. Vikram jerked him off, and Vivek came hard, spilling cum everywhere. They slapped each other’s asses and went to their beds. Nisha’s pussy was on fire.
The next day, the exam was from two to five. Afterward, they felt light and free, with a five-day break ahead. Back at the hotel, they showered. Nisha said, “Let’s go out and have fun. Enough studying!”
“But we were supposed to go back today,” Vikram said.
“Make an excuse. Say we’ll leave tomorrow morning,” Nisha said with a playful pout.
They called home, saying they’d be back by noon the next day. Nisha grinned, “Now, who’s treating me to ice cream? Then golgappas and…”
“Alright, Nisha ji, let’s go!” Vivek laughed.
They drove to Bhopal Lake. It was seven, and dusk had settled. They ate bhel puri, then ice cream. Nisha suggested a garden on the other side of the lake. “It’s high up, great view,” she said. No one objected. The garden was nearly empty, with only a few people leaving. They parked and climbed the stairs to the garden. Bhopal Lake shimmered with lights, looking magical. It was nine, and the garden was closing.
A gardener called out, “Babu ji, come down now! I’m locking up. Or take the side path.”
“Okay, baba!” Vivek shouted back.
The air was cool, and their desires were heating up. Vikram and Vivek’s hands occasionally brushed Nisha’s round ass, sending shivers through her. They reached a balcony-like railing. Nisha leaned against it, gazing at the lake. Vivek’s hand slid onto her back. Her breath hitched. “It’s starting,” she thought. Vikram’s hand landed on her ass cheek. Nisha’s body trembled with excitement. Her dupatta slipped, revealing her heaving boobs, rising and falling with her rapid breaths.
Vivek’s face pressed against hers, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. “Ummm,” Nisha moaned. Both guys were now glued to her. Vivek squeezed her boobs hard. “Uhh, what are you two doing?” Nisha whispered, but her voice dripped with lust. Vikram lifted her kurta, groping her smooth ass over her salwar. “Fuck, Nisha, your ass is so juicy,” he whispered. Vivek slid his hand inside her salwar, rubbing her wet pussy. “God, your cunt is dripping,” he said, his fingers teasing her clit. Nisha was lost in pleasure. She reached out, grabbing their cocks. They’d already unzipped, and their hard, hot cocks filled her hands. “Fuck, so big and hard,” she thought, squeezing them tightly.
“Aah,” both groaned. Vivek pulled back, knelt in front of her, and yanked her salwar down. He pressed his lips to her pussy, sucking her clit. “Uhh… Vivek… ohh,” Nisha moaned, bending forward. Vikram seized the moment, rubbing his cock against her bare ass crack. “So fucking hot,” she thought. She fumbled in her bag, pulled out a cream tube, and handed it to Vikram. He got the hint, smeared cream on his fingers, and rubbed it on her asshole. “Uff, cold cream,” Nisha shivered. Vikram positioned his seven-inch cock at her slick asshole and pushed in slowly. “Aahh,” Nisha gasped, pleasure mixing with a slight sting. His thick cock filled her ass completely. “So fucking tight,” Vikram groaned.
“Wait, Vikram… think of your friend too,” Nisha panted. She straightened, his cock still buried in her ass. She grabbed Vivek’s eight-inch cock and pulled him close. She propped one leg on the railing, opening her pussy and ass wide. Vivek slid his cock into her pussy, gripping her tightly. “Fuck, such a tight cunt,” he said, thrusting in. “Aahh… so thick,” Nisha moaned. Both cocks were now pumping her, one in her pussy, one in her ass. “Thap-thap… puch-puch,” the sounds of fucking echoed in the quiet garden. Vikram squeezed her boobs from behind, pinching her nipples. “Your tits are so juicy, Nisha,” he said. Vivek kissed her face, licking her lips. “Your lips are so sweet,” he murmured, his spit wetting her face.
“Uhh… aahh… fuck me harder,” Nisha moaned, lost in ecstasy. Her body was trembling with pleasure. “God, this is insane,” she thought. Vivek sped up, his cock slamming into her pussy. “Your cunt’s so wet,” he said. Vikram pounded her ass harder. “Your ass is fucking heaven,” he groaned. Nisha’s pussy gushed. “Aahh… I’m cumming… ohhh,” she screamed. But they didn’t stop. The “thap-thap… puch-puch” sounds grew louder. “Stop, Vivek… I’m gonna cum again,” she begged. But they were relentless, determined to satisfy their lust. Soon, Vivek groaned, “Aahh… I’m cumming,” and his hot cum filled her pussy. Vikram thrust hard, his cum flooding her ass. “Uff… ohh,” Nisha’s legs shook as she came again. All three collapsed, spent.
“God, what just happened,” Nisha thought, a satisfied smile on her face. They fixed their clothes and left the garden. “We’ll leave tomorrow morning,” Vivek said as they drove back to the hotel.