His girlfriend

Prachi met us at the hotel because she wanted to. We’d talked the day before, just the two of us, in the parking lot after her shift. I’d told her what had been happening with Rajesh and with me. She listened, asked questions, and then said she was curious.

Rajesh had already booked the room. When she walked in she was nervous in the ordinary way—new situation, two people, hotel lighting—but she smiled when she saw us and set her bag down without hesitation.

“Still good?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I thought about it all day.”

Rajesh locked the door. He didn’t crowd her. He poured three glasses of water from the minibar and handed her one. She drank, then set it aside and turned to me. I kissed her first. She kissed back right away, hands sliding under my shirt. When I unzipped her dress she helped push it off her shoulders. She was wearing matching black underwear. Rajesh watched from the chair for a minute, then stood and joined us.

We undressed her together. I unhooked her bra; he slid her panties down. She stepped out of them and stood between us, breathing a little faster, skin warm. Rajesh ran a hand down her back. She leaned into it.

“Bed,” he said.

She climbed on and lay back. I settled between her legs and licked her slowly. She was already wet. Her hand found my hair and she sighed, hips lifting. “That feels really good.” I kept going, adding two fingers, curling them until her thighs started to tremble. She came with a low moan, back arching, pulling me closer instead of away.

Rajesh had stripped while I went down on her. He moved onto the bed and kissed her, deep and unhurried. She opened her legs for him. He pushed in carefully, watching her face. “Okay?”

“Yes,” she said. “More.”

He fucked her in long strokes. She wrapped her legs around him and met him halfway, moaning into his shoulder. I lay beside them and kissed her neck, her mouth, her breasts. She turned her head and sucked my fingers while Rajesh thrust. When he flipped her onto her hands and knees she looked back at him and nodded. He entered her again. I knelt in front of her and she took me in her mouth without being asked, sucking steadily while he fucked her from behind.

The room filled with sound—skin, her muffled moans, the wet slide of him moving inside her. She pulled off me long enough to say, “Harder,” then went back down. Rajesh gripped her hips and gave her what she asked for. She came like that, shaking, the vibration of her moan running through me. I held her hair and let her set the pace on my cock until I was close, then pulled out and stroked myself while Rajesh kept going.

He finished inside her with a rough groan. She stayed on her hands and knees a moment, breathing hard, then looked at me with a small, satisfied smile. Come leaked down her thigh. She reached back and touched it, curious, then crawled up the bed and kissed me.

“Your turn,” she said.

I laid her on her back and pushed into her. She was soaked. She locked her ankles behind me and pulled me deep. “Yes. Just like that.” I fucked her harder. Rajesh sat beside us, one hand on her breast, rolling her nipple. She reached for him and stroked him while I moved. When he got hard again she leaned over and took him in her mouth, sucking him while I thrust. The sight of her between us, eager and open, pushed me over. I came inside her, hips jerking. She held me there, still licking Rajesh, humming like she liked the feeling.

We switched again. Rajesh fucked her a second time while I held her legs open and kissed her. She asked for my fingers and sucked them, eyes on mine, while he pounded into her. She came twice more—once with a sharp cry of pleasure, once quieter, clinging to both of us. When Rajesh pulled out and finished across her stomach she laughed, breathless, and rubbed it into her skin.

Afterward she lay between us, sweaty and loose, one hand resting on my chest.

“I really liked that,” she said. “More than I expected.”

Rajesh traced a line down her arm. “We can do it again.”

She nodded. “I want to.”

I picked up my phone. “I’m texting him.”

Prachi watched me type. She didn’t stop me. I sent my brother the hotel name, the room number, and a short message: Prachi’s here. She wanted to. Door’s unlocked if you want to see.

Then I set the phone down. Prachi curled closer, already half-asleep and smiling. Rajesh’s hand rested on her hip. Outside the city moved. Inside the room everything was quiet and warm, and she had chosen every part of it.Prachi wanted to be recorded. She’d said so in the car on the way over, voice low but clear. “If you’re sending him something anyway, I want it to be real. I want him to see I chose this.”

Rajesh set his phone on the dresser, angled toward the bed, and hit record before any of us undressed. The red light blinked. Prachi watched it for a second, then looked at me and nodded.

We started slow. I kissed her while Rajesh unzipped her dress from behind. She stepped out of it and stood between us in black underwear, already breathing faster. Rajesh unhooked her bra; I slid her panties down. She was wet when I checked with two fingers. She rocked against my hand and kissed me harder.

Rajesh sat on the edge of the bed. Prachi dropped to her knees in front of him without being told. She stroked him once, then took him into her mouth. The camera caught the stretch of her lips, the way her cheeks hollowed. She sucked him steadily, one hand working what she couldn’t fit, the other braced on his thigh. Wet sounds filled the room. Rajesh rested a hand on her head, not pushing, just resting. “Good,” he said. She moaned around him and took him deeper.

I moved behind her, knelt, and licked her while she blew him. She pushed back against my mouth, thighs shaking. When I slid two fingers inside her she gagged softly on Rajesh and came, hips jerking, still sucking. Rajesh pulled her off long enough to turn her around. She took me next—eager, messy, looking up at the camera while she worked. Spit ran down her chin. I held her hair and fucked her mouth in short strokes until my legs tensed, then eased her off.

Rajesh laid her on the bed on her back. He pushed into her in one long thrust. She gasped, legs wrapping around him. “Yes—fuck, yes.” He fucked her deep and steady while I knelt by her head. She turned and took me in her mouth again, sucking in time with his thrusts. The phone on the dresser caught all of it: her body rocking, the wet slap of skin, her muffled moans. Rajesh reached down and rubbed her clit. She came hard, clenching around him, crying out around my cock.

He pulled out and moved up. She opened her mouth for him again while I pushed into her. She was soaked. I fucked her harder, watching her take Rajesh to the back of her throat. She gagged once, eyes watering, and pushed deeper anyway. “Don’t stop,” she managed when she pulled off for air. I didn’t. Rajesh stroked himself and tapped her tongue; she licked him clean, then sucked him while I kept thrusting. When I came inside her she moaned and held me deep, still working him with her hand and mouth.

We switched. Rajesh fucked her from behind while she blew me. She reached back and spread herself for the camera. He gripped her hips and pounded her until she was shaking and begging for more in a broken, happy voice. He finished across her ass and lower back. She looked over her shoulder at the mess, then at the phone, and smiled.

I recorded a second clip on my own phone—closer, shakier. Prachi on her back, legs open, Rajesh’s come still on her skin while I fucked her again. She played with her clit and came one more time, loud and unashamed. When I pulled out she scooped some of it with her fingers and sucked them clean, eyes on the lens.

After, sweaty and loose, she lay between us. Rajesh stopped his recording. I already had the hotel name, the room number, and both videos ready.

I opened the chat with my brother and sent everything: the address, the room, the longer video of her sucking Rajesh while I ate her, the shorter one of me fucking her while she looked at the camera and smiled. Then one line of text: She asked for this. Door’s unlocked.

Prachi watched me hit send. She didn’t look away. She just rested her head on my chest, Rajesh’s hand on her hip, and said, “Send him another one later. I want him to see the next round too.”

The phone buzzed once with a read receipt. None of us moved to check it.