Naysa’s lips curled into a wicked grin, her fingers tightening around Rishabh’s shaft as she stroked him slowly, deliberately. “Your honeymoon?” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “Oh, darling, I hate to break it to you, but this marriage of yours? It’s just a piece of paper. He’s mine. Always has been. And now that I’m here, you’ll see just how little that ring on your finger means.”

Bhagyashree’s breath hitched, her chest heaving as the sheet pooled around her waist, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin. Her nipples hardened under Naysa’s scrutinizing gaze, and she felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal. “I don’t care what you think,” Bhagya retorted, her voice gaining strength despite the knot of fear and desire tightening in her stomach. “I’m his wife now. And I’m not going to let you come between us.”

Naysa chuckled darkly, her free hand brushing against Rishabh’s abs in a possessive caress. “Come between us?” she repeated, her tone laced with amusement. “Oh, honey, I am us. You’re just… a temporary distraction.” She glanced down at Rishabh’s cock, now fully erect and glistening with pre-cum, and then back at Bhagya. “But if you’re so determined to fight for him, why don’t we settle this like grown-ups? Let’s see who he really wants.”

Bhagyashree’s heart pounded in her chest, her fingers gripping the edge of the sheet until her knuckles turned white. She could feel the heat of Naysa’s challenge like a physical weight pressing down on her. This wasn’t just about Rishabh anymore—it was about pride, about proving herself. She wasn’t some naive girl who would crumble under Naysa’s games. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t backing down.

“Fine,” Bhagya said, her voice steady now as she tossed the sheet aside, baring her naked body completely. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, her nipples hard and sensitive under Naysa’s gaze. “Let’s settle it. But don’t think for a second that I’m going to make it easy for you.” She stepped closer to Rishabh, her hips swaying with deliberate intent. “He chose me, Naysa. And tonight, I’m going to remind him why.”

Naysa’s grin widened, her eyes glinting with excitement. She released Rishabh’s cock and took a step back, her own body radiating confidence. “Oh, this is going to be fun,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Let’s see if you can live up to the hype, darling. Because I promise you, I’m not going to hold back.”

Naysa laughed—a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Rishabh’s spine. She twisted her wrist slightly, drawing a sharp gasp from him as she squeezed the base of his cock. “Your honeymoon? How quaint.” She tilted her head, her gaze locking onto Bhagya’s. “But let me remind you, darling, he was mine first. And if I have my way, he’ll be mine last.”

Bhagyashree’s jaw tightened, her nails digging into the sheets. She glanced at Rishabh, who stood frozen between them, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The look in his eyes—part panic, part arousal—only fueled her determination. She wasn’t going to let Naysa win this. Not without a fight.

“Fine,” Bhagya said, her voice hardening as she swung her legs off the bed and stood up. She let the sheet fall completely, revealing her naked body in all its glory—her full breasts, the curve of her hips, the glistening evidence of Rishabh’s earlier release still clinging to her thighs. “If you want to play, Naysa, then let’s play. But don’t think for a second that I’m going to stand by and let you take him from me.”

Naysa’s lips curled into a wicked grin. She released Rishabh’s cock and took a step towards Bhagya, her own body radiating confidence. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “In fact, I think this will be much more fun if we share. After all, why should our husband have to choose when he can have us both?”

Bhagya’s pulse quickened at the suggestion, her jealousy mingling with a strange, intoxicating curiosity. She glanced at Rishabh again, seeing the hunger in his eyes, and felt a thrill run through her. “Fine,” she said, her voice steady now. “Let’s show him what he’s been missing.”

Naysa’s grin widened, and she turned back to Rishabh, her hand returning to his cock with confident strokes. “You hear that, darling? Your wives are about to give you the night of your life. Now, be a good husband and make sure neither of us feels neglected.”

The challenge hung in the air. Bhagyashree’s jealousy curdled into something else—a competitive, raw hunger. She let the sheet fall, revealing her glistening pussy and full breasts. “I’m not watching anything,” she said, her voice gaining strength. She got off the bed and walked towards them, her hips swaying. “If you’re staying, you’re participating.”

Naysa’s grin was victorious, her lips curling with a predatory satisfaction that sent a shiver down Bhagyashree’s spine. That’s my girl, she thought to herself, her eyes locking onto Bhagya’s with an intensity that left no room for hesitation. This wasn’t just about Rishabh anymore—it was about dominance, possession, and the raw, unrelenting fire that burned between them.

Bhagyashree straightened, her chest heaving as she stepped closer, her naked body glistening under the soft light of the suite. Her jealousy had transformed into something far more primal, a hunger that mirrored Naysa’s own. She tilted her chin up, her voice steady despite the heat coursing through her veins. “You think you can outplay me, Naysa? I’m not some naive girl who’ll crumble under your games.”

Naysa laughed, a low, throaty sound that only fueled Bhagya’s determination. “Oh, darling,” Naysa purred, stepping so close that their bodies almost touched. The air between them crackled with tension, the scent of arousal thick and heady. “This isn’t a game. This is reality. And reality is, I know him better than you ever will. Every inch of him. Every secret. Every desire.” Her hand slid down her own body, fingers trailing over her abdomen before flicking up to cup her breast. “But if you’re brave enough, maybe I’ll let you learn.”

Bhagyashree’s eyes narrowed, her own hand drifting to her hip in a defiant gesture. “You don’t scare me,” she said, though her voice betrayed the faintest tremor. “I’m not backing down. Not from you. Not from this.”

Naysa’s smile deepened, and she leaned in, her breath hot against Bhagya’s ear. “Good,” she whispered, her voice a silken threat. “Because I wasn’t planning on going easy on you.” She pulled back slightly, her gaze flicking to Rishabh, who stood frozen between them, his cock still hard and throbbing. “He’s mine,” Naysa continued, her tone dripping with possessiveness. “But for tonight… I’ll share. If you can keep up.”

Bhagyashree’s pulse quickened, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at Rishabh, seeing the hunger in his eyes, the way his gaze darted between the two women with a mix of awe and desperation. It was intoxicating. Exhilarating. And it solidified her resolve. She wasn’t going to let Naysa walk away with the upper hand. Not tonight. Not ever.

“Fine,” Bhagya said, her voice stronger now, laced with a challenge of her own. She closed the remaining distance between them, her body pressing against Naysa’s in a silent declaration of war. “Let’s see who he really can’t live without.”

Naysa’s smirk widened, and she turned to Rishabh, her hand reaching out to grasp his wrist. She pulled him closer, her other hand sliding up his chest as she whispered, “You heard her, Rishabh. It’s time to prove yourself.” Then, with a sharp tug, she guided him toward the bed, her gaze never leaving Bhagyashree’s. The game was on, and neither woman was backing down.

She released Rishabh’s cock and pushed him backwards towards the bed. He fell onto the mattress, his eyes wide, his breath coming in short pants as his two wives descended upon him.

Bhagyashree was there first, capturing his mouth in a deep, needy kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth. At the same time, Naysa climbed onto the bed, straddling his face. “Eat me,” she commanded, lowering her soaked pussy onto his mouth. “Taste how wet I got threatening you.”

Rishabh groaned, his world narrowing to the two points of intense sensation. The soft, sweet taste of Bhagyashree on his tongue and the musky, intense flavor of Naysa’s arousal flooding his senses. His hands came up, one tangling in Bhagya’s hair, the other gripping Naysa’s thigh, holding her in place as he devoured her.

Naysa threw her head back, a ragged cry tearing from her throat. “Yes! Just like that. Fuck, your tongue…” She rocked against his face, grinding her clit against his mouth, her own hands going to her breasts, pinching her own nipples hard.

Bhagyashree broke the kiss, her eyes dark with lust. She wanted his cock. Now. She moved down his body, her nails dragging down his chest. She took his hard length in her hand, stroking him firmly, then leaned down and swirled her tongue around the head before taking him deep into her throat.

The dual assault on Rishabh’s senses was electrifying, a chaotic symphony of pleasure that left him breathless and shaking. He bucked his hips instinctively, driving his cock deeper into Bhagyashree’s warm, willing mouth. Her throat constricted around him, her tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive tip as she moaned, the sound vibrating through him like a jolt of electricity. His hands tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he fucked her face with a primal urgency, his need for release coiling tighter and tighter in his gut.

At the same time, Naysa’s pussy pressed down on his mouth, the taste of her arousal flooding his senses. Her musky, intoxicating flavor was everywhere—on his tongue, his lips, even in the air he breathed. He devoured her like a man starved, his tongue lashing against her clit in fast, relentless strokes. Naysa’s thighs trembled around his head, her moans growing louder, more desperate, as she ground herself against his face. “Yes! Oh fuck, Rishabh, just like that!” Her voice was hoarse, her hands clawing at the sheets as she rode his mouth with reckless abandon.

The room was alive with their sounds—wet, sloppy sucking as Bhagyashree took him deep, sharp, gasping breaths from Naysa as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, and the filthy, unrelenting moans that spilled from all three of them. Bhagya’s nails dug into his thighs as she slurped and swallowed, her body arching with every thrust of his hips. Naysa’s cries grew more frantic, her hips jerking erratically as she neared her climax. The heat between her thighs was unbearable, the slickness of her arousal drenching his chin as she smeared herself across his face.

Rishabh was lost in the storm of sensations, his mind melting into a haze of pure pleasure. Every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his cock felt like it was pulling him closer to madness. He could feel Bhagya’s throat tightening around him, her mouth working with skill and desperation to bring him to the edge. And Naysa—Naysa was exploding above him, her body shuddering violently as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cries were raw, guttural, her pussy convulsing around his tongue as she came hard.

But he couldn’t stop. Not yet. He pushed himself deeper into Bhagya’s mouth, fucking her throat with a savage intensity that made her gag and moan in equal measure. His tongue didn’t relent, continuing to torment Naysa’s clit even as she writhed and screamed through her climax. The room was a cacophony of noise and movement, a tempest of lust that consumed them all.

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, Rishabh felt the coil inside him snap. Pleasure surged through him like a tidal wave, overwhelming and all-consuming. He buried himself deep in Bhagyashree’s throat, his release spilling hot and thick into her as his body convulsed with the force of his orgasm. Naysa collapsed onto the bed beside him, her chest heaving, her body still trembling with aftershocks. For a moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the soft, wet noises of Bhagya swallowing around him.

The storm had passed, leaving them all shattered and spent, but the fire between them still burned—hotter and brighter than ever.

Naysa came first, shuddering above him, her thighs clamping around his head as she cried out, her entire body seizing up. She collapsed sideways off him, panting, her eyes glazed. “My turn,” she breathed, pushing Bhagya’s head off his cock. “I want to feel him inside me.”

She didn’t wait. She mounted him in one fluid motion, sinking down onto his throbbing dick with a guttural, satisfied groan. “Fuck! Yes! You’re so deep, Rishabh. You feel that? That’s where you belong.”

She began to move, a hard, punishing rhythm, riding him with a fury born of possession and lust. Bhagyashree watched for a moment, a new heat flaring inside her. She wasn’t going to be left out. She moved behind Naysa, her hands sliding around Naysa’s waist to cup her breasts. She pressed her naked body against Naysa’s back, her mouth finding Naysa’s shoulder, biting down gently.

Naysa moaned, her rhythm faltering for a second. “What are you doing?”

“Sharing,” Bhagya whispered, her hands kneading Naysa’s tits, her fingers tweaking the hard nipples. She reached down, her fingers finding the place where Rishabh’s cock was plunging in and out of Naysa’s soaked pussy. She rubbed tight, fast circles on Naysa’s clit. “Come on, Naysa. Fuck him harder for me. Let me feel you come all over his cock.”

The added stimulation was too much. Naysa cried out, her inner muscles clamping down on Rishabh like a vise as another, more intense orgasm ripped through her. Rishabh gritted his teeth, the pressure unbelievable. “I’m gonna come,” he grunted, his hips pistoning up into her.

“Not yet,” Naysa panted, sliding off him. She looked at Bhagyashree, her chest heaving. “Your turn. Get on your hands and knees. I want to watch him fuck you while I taste you.”

Eagerly, Bhagya obeyed, presenting herself to Rishabh. He didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips. Just as he was about to plunge into her, Naysa knelt behind Bhagya, her face level with Bhagya’s dripping pussy.

Naysa looked up at Rishabh, her eyes locked with his. “Fuck her,” she ordered. “Fuck your new wife’s tight little pussy. I want to feel it.”

Rishabh drove into Bhagyashree in one long, deep thrust, making them both cry out. As he began to move, setting a brutal, frantic pace, Naysa leaned in and dragged her tongue through Bhagya’s wet folds, licking from her clit all the way back to where Rishabh’s cock was stretching her open.