The Phone vibration was the only warning. A low, insistent buzz against the nightstand that made Abhimanyu’s hips stutter mid-thrust.

“Ignore it,” Akshara gasped beneath him, her nails digging into the sweat-slick skin of his back. Her thighs tightened around his waist, a silent plea to continue the relentless rhythm he’d established.

“Can’t,” abhimanyu grunted, the sound ragged. “It’s Neil. He knows we’re… occupied. It must be important.” With a groan of pure frustration, Abhimanyu pulled his thick cock out of her sopping wet cunt, the sudden emptiness drawing a whimper from her lips. He snatched the phone. “This better be a fucking emergency, brother.”

Akshara watched her husband’s face, the irritation melting into something else entirely. Shock. Then a slow, creeping curiosity. His eyes, dark with interrupted passion, found hers. “He’s… what?” A long pause. “You cannot be serious.”

“What is it?” Akshara mouthed, propping herself up on her elbows. The cool air of the bedroom kissed her damp skin, raising goosebumps.

Abhimanyu held up a finger, listening. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “Hold on neil. I’m putting you on speaker. Say that again. For both of us.”

Neil’s voice, usually so light and teasing, was strained with a desperate hunger that was palpable even through the tinny speaker. “Bhai… Aarohi and I were just talking. We have this… idea. A wild one. Do you… do you want to exchange our wives for the night?”

The silence in the room was absolute, broken only by Akshara’s sharp intake of air. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum against the absurdity of the question. Exchange? She looked at Abhimanyu, whose eyes were now burning with a new, illicit fire.

“Aarohi agreed to this?” Akshara heard her own voice, thin and disbelieving.

“She’s right here,” Neil said, and then her sister’s voice, breathy and unmistakably aroused, filled the room.

“Akshu… just think about it. We’re all here. We’re all… heated. It’s just one night. A secret. No one has to know but us.” Akshara said.

Akshara’s mind raced. The image of Neil, her brother-in-law, with his playful grin and lean, runner’s body, flashed in her mind. A thrill, sharp and forbidden, shot through her. She looked at Abhimanyu, at the raw, questioning want on his face. She gave a single, slow nod.

“Your room or ours?” Abhimanyu’s voice was a low growl, all hesitation gone.

“Ours. The door’s unlocked.” Neil replied instantly.

The walk down the hall was a blur. Akshara, wrapped in a silken robe that did nothing to hide her erect nipples or the throbbing between her legs, followed Abhimanyu.

Abhimanyu pushed open the door to Neil’s room and without a word, swept a wide-eyed Aarohi into his arms, his mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss that was anything but brotherly. The door clicked shut, leaving Akshara alone with Neil.

Neil stood by the bed, shirtless, his pajama pants tented prominently. The playful glint was gone from his eyes, replaced by a hunger that mirrored her own.

“I’ve thought about this,” Neil said, his voice rough. “Fuck, I’ve thought about this.”

“Show me,” Akshara challenged, letting her robe slide from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She stood before neil, completely bare, her skin glowing in the low light.

Neil closed the distance in two strides, his hands not going to her breasts or between her legs, but cupping her face. “I’m going to fuck you so differently than bhai does,” neil whispered, his thumb tracing her lower lip. “I’m going to make you scream my name until you forget his.”

Neil kissed akshara then, not with Abhimanyu’s familiar, possessive force, but with a devouring intensity that stole the air from her lungs. His tongue plunged into Akshara mouth, tasting of mint and desire. His hands slid down, gripping her ass, pulling her against the hard ridge in his pants. Akshara could feel the outline of neil cock, and a fresh wave of wetness slicked her inner thighs.

Neil broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking a mark onto her pulse point. “On the bed Bhabhi. Now. On your hands and knees. I want to see that perfect ass in the air.”

The command, so direct and filthy, sent a jolt through her. Akshara complied, scrambling onto the mattress, presenting herself to him. She heard the rustle of his pants dropping, then the sound of a foil packet tearing. A moment later, she felt the blunt, slick head of his cock nudge against her entrance from behind.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already bhabhi,” Neil groaned, one hand spreading her ass cheek, the other guiding himself. “This cunt is dripping. Were you thinking about my cock while my brother was inside you?”

Before Akshara could answer, he pushed. Not all the way, just the thick crown, stretching her, making her gasp. He held there, torturously still. “Tell me you want it, Akshara. Tell me you want your husband’s younger brother to fuck this married pussy.”

“Yes! Neil, please…” Akshara begged, pushing her hips back, trying to impale herself further.

Neil gave akshara what she wanted, driving his entire length into her with one smooth, powerful thrust. His dick was thinner than Abhimanyu but longer, hitting depths that made her eyes roll back. A strangled cry tore from her throat.

“That’s it,” neil grunted, setting a punishing pace right from the start. His hips snapped against her ass, the sound skin slapping against skin, obscene and electric. One hand fisted in akshara hair, pulling her head back, while the other reached around to roughly pinch and twist her nipple. “You take my cock so well. Such a good fucking girl for me bhabhi.”

The sensations were overwhelming, so different, so new. Every thrust was a revelation. Neil angled himself, and on the next drive forward, the head of his cock rammed against a spot deep inside her that sparked white-hot behind her eyelids. Akshara cried out, a wordless sound of pure ecstasy.

“You like that?” Neil demanded, hitting the same spot again and again. “You like how I fuck this tight cunt? Deeper than he goes?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, Neil! Right there, don’t stop!” Akshara moaned.

Her arms gave way and she collapsed onto her stomach, but neil followed her down, covering her body with his, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more frantic. His breath was hot against her ear.

“I’m going to come bhabhi,” Neil snarled. “I’m going to fill this condom while I’m buried deep in my brother’s wife. You want that?”

Akshara could only moan in response, her own climax coiling tight in her belly, triggered by his filthy words and the relentless pounding of his hips.

In the adjacent room, the headboard was drumming a frantic rhythm against the wall. Aarohi was splayed beneath Abhimanyu, her legs hooked over abhimanyu shoulders, her back arched off the mattress.

“God, you’re so much bigger Dr. Birla,” Aarohi moaned, her eyes screwed shut as he pistoned into her. It was true. Where Neil was long, Abhimanyu was thick, a relentless, stretching fullness that burned in the most delicious way.

Abhimanyu looked down at his sister-in-law, her breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts, her lips parted in a silent cry. “You feel that, Aarohi?” he growled, driving into her with deliberate, powerful strokes. “You feel how my cock owns this pussy right now? It’s not my brother’s. It’s mine.”

Abhimanyu leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, biting gently. Aarohi writhed beneath him, her hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets. “Tell me,” he commanded, his voice muffled against her breast.

“It’s yours!” Aarohi cried out, the admission breaking something inside her. “Fuck, Abhi, it’s all yours! Don’t stop! I’m so close!”

Abhimanyu switched angles, sitting back on his heels and pulling her hips up onto his lap, plunging into aarohi from this new, deeper position. The change made aarohi scream. Abhimanyu watched himself disappear into her, over and over, mesmerized by the slick, wet sounds of their joining. He reached between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight, frantic circles.

“Come for me, Aarohi,” Abhimanyu ordered, his own control fraying. “Soak my cock. Let me feel you come all over me.”

The command, the pressure of his thumb, the unforgiving stretch of him inside her—it was too much. Her orgasm detonated, a silent, screaming rush of pleasure that clenched around him like a fist, milking his cock. Abhimanyu followed aarohi over the edge with a guttural roar, pumping his release into the condom, his body shuddering with the force of it.

They collapsed in a heap, breathless and slick with sweat. The only sound was their ragged breathing and the faint, rhythmic thumping from the other room.

Aarohi stirred first, a slow, languid smile spreading across her face. She trailed a finger down Abhimanyu’s chest. “They’re still going.” She shifted, moving down the bed, her intent clear in her hooded eyes. “My turn to taste my sister’s pussy on you.”

Back in the other room, Neil had rolled onto his back, pulling Akshara on top of him. She straddled his hips, sinking down onto his renewed erection with a deep, satisfied sigh. Akshara rode Neil slowly, sensually, leaning forward so her breasts were in his face.

“Your brother likes to be in control,” Akshara purred, grinding her clit against his pelvic bone. “But I think you like to watch.”

Neil groaned, his hands groping her ass, guiding her rhythm. “I like watching this gorgeous fucking body take my cock. Now bounce for me Bhabhi. I want to see those tits fly.”

Akshara obeyed, rising up and slamming down, harder, faster. The room was filled with the sound of their skin meeting, their ragged breaths, their filthy, shared whispers.

From behind the door, a voice, husky and full of newfound authority, cut through the heavy air. Aarohi stood there, watching them, Abhimanyu a formidable shadow behind her. “My turn, Neil. Get off my sister. I want to watch my husband fuck his wife.”