Our destination was a private villa nestled in a tropical paradise, surrounded by lush vegetation and the whispering calls of exotic birds. The moment the door closed behind us, the tension snapped like a rubber band. We tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths.

Meera straddled me, her slick pussy sliding down my chest as she reached for the champagne bottle we had brought with us. She popped the cork, and the bubbly liquid spilled over her breasts, running down to her navel. She took a deep breath, the chill making her nipples peak, and then leaned forward to kiss me. The taste of her was intoxicating, a mix of desire and the sweetness of the champagne.

Randheer was quick to follow, his mouth closing over one of her breasts as he sucked the alcohol from her skin. His hand found my cock, already hard again from the sight of them together. He began to stroke me as Meera took the bottle and offered it to me, the cold liquid a shock against my heated flesh.

The room was filled with the sound of our moans and the slosh of champagne, as Meera playfully spilled it onto herself and us. It was a decadent game of temptation, our bodies slippery with a mix of lust and luxury. The coolness of the liquid only served to make us hotter, our skin flushed and sensitive to every touch.

Rajveer watched from his corner, his eyes smoldering with a need that was almost palpable. His hand tightened around his own cock, stroking it with a slow, deliberate motion that had me aching for his touch. I knew he was waiting for the perfect moment to join in, to claim his piece of our shared passion pie.

The bed dipped as he approached, his muscular frame a stark contrast to the delicate lace of the bedspread. Meera's eyes never left mine as she leaned back, offering her breasts to him. He took them eagerly, his mouth closing around her nipples, sucking and biting until she whimpered.

The sound of the champagne bottle rolling across the floor was lost in the symphony of our passionate noises. Randheer took over, his mouth moving down my body, his teeth grazing my stomach as he made his way to my cock. He took me in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip before taking me deep. The sensation was overwhelming, and I had to bite back a groan as Meera reached down to play with my balls.

Meera pushed Rajveer down between her legs, his eyes widening with surprise and arousal. She spread herself open for him, revealing the glistening pinkness that was already swollen with desire. He didn't hesitate, his mouth moving to cover her clit, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive nub. Meera's eyes rolled back in her head, and she arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair.

The alcohol had made her senses more acute, every touch and sensation amplified to a dizzying high. Her breath came in pants as he sucked and licked her, his teeth grazing her tender folds. Her thighs trembled around his face, and she could feel the beginnings of an intense orgasm building deep within her. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice echoing through the villa.

With a final, fluttering flick of his tongue, Meera shattered, her climax washing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed his name, her body convulsing as he greedily lapped at her, savoring every drop of her sweetness. Her release was a symphony of pleasure, the peak so intense that it momentarily blinded her to the world around her.

As the tremors subsided, she slithered off the bed, her body a wet, sated mess. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, and she beckoned to Randheer. "Come," she purred, her voice a siren's call that had him rising eagerly. He followed her to the suitcases, his cock still hard and demanding attention.

Meera rummaged through the luggage, her eyes scanning the contents before landing on a set of velvet ties. With a predatory smile, she pulled them out, holding them up like a prize. "I think these will do nicely," she murmured, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Randheer watched her, his own excitement building. He knew what she had in mind, and his cock twitched in response. He stepped closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers as she approached. She took his hand, leading him to the chair in the corner of the room. It was an elegant piece of furniture, the perfect prop for their impromptu game of bondage.

With surprising deftness, Meera bound him, her nimble fingers working the velvet ties around his wrists and ankles, securing him to the chair. The material was soft against his skin, a gentle constraint that only served to heighten his arousal. He tested the bonds, finding them snug but not uncomfortable, a silent promise of the pleasures to come.

Once he was secured, she stepped back, admiring her handiwork with a smug smile. "Now you will not move," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. Her thumb brushed over his lower lip, and she leaned in to kiss him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that was both tender and demanding.

When she pulled away, she took his cock in her hand, poking her finger on the tip of his cock, rotating in circular motion. "Not until I say 'love,'" she murmured against his ear, her breath hot and tickling. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound of her voice, his body straining against the velvet bonds.

Rajveer watched from the bed, his own arousal reaching new heights. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving the scene playing out before him. Meera turned to him, a challenge in her gaze. "Your turn," she said, her voice a seductive purr.

He didn't need to be told twice. He rose from the bed, his cock bobbing with every step as he approached them. Meera kissed Randheer deeply, her hand slipping behind his neck to pull him closer. With a mischievous wink at her bound husband, she turned to face Rajveer, presenting herself to him. "Take me in front if him." she whispered, her breath hot against Randheer's ear.

With a grin that promised both pleasure and pain, Rajveer positioned himself behind her. His cock nudged at her entrance, and she moaned, pushing back against him. He entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight, wet heat surrounding him. He knew this was a gift, a testament to her love for both of them. And as he began to move, he knew he would make it a moment to remember.

Meera's eyes fluttered shut as she felt the dual sensation of her husband's mouth on her lips 👄 and her second husband's cock filling her up. "Look at him," she ordered, her voice strained with pleasure. "Look at how much he wants to fuck the hell out of me, Rajveer." Moaned Meera.

Rajveer's eyes locked onto Randheer's, and he could see the raw need in his brother's gaze. With a growl, he grabbed Meera's hips and slammed into her, the force of his thrust making her scream. Her nails dug into Randheer's skin, as she could feel her orgasm building again.

Randheer's eyes were wild, his teeth gritted as he watched them. He was about to claim her lips. When Meera pushed him back catching his throat, her grip was weak but she placed all her body wait against him. Meera could feel his cock pulsing against her stomach, begging for release. She reached down, her hand slipping between their bodies to stroke him in time with Rajveer's thrusts. "Look at you," she whispered, her voice filled with lust. "So hard, so desperate to feel my wet pussy. Aww..."

With a nod from Meera, Rajveer picked up the pace, his hips moving with a ferocity that had the chair rocking against the floor. Meera's moans grew louder, her voice a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. "Harder," she begged, her nails raking down Randheer's chest. "Fuck me harder, Veer. After this he will kick the best desert in the world." She whispered last line in his ears, and she moaned as his hit her gspot making her moan.

Rajveer spank Meera on her hips. Making her wetter. She clenched around his dick asking him to slow down.

" Ask him to fuck me harder Randheer." moaned Meera, lookibg directly in Randheer's eyes.

Randheer's eyes snapped open at her command, and he leaned back in the chair, watching the erotic dance before him with renewed fervor. He nodded to his brother, his voice strained but filled with excitement. "Give it to her, Veer. Make her scream for more."

Rajveer's grin was feral as he took her words to heart, his hips pistoning into her with a force that had the chair legs scraping against the tiles. Meera's moans grew louder, her body bouncing with each impact. The sight of her, bound and helpless before him, her pussy stretched around his cock, was more than he could take. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

Her orgasm hit her like a tornado, ripping through her body with a force that had her seeing stars. She screamed, her body bucking as the pleasure consumed her. Randheer watched, his own need spiraling out of control as he felt his own climax approaching. Meera leaned back, her hand still stroking him as the tremors of her orgasm subsided. "Now, my love," she panted. "Should i let him free?" Meera asked with a chuckle.