My First Threesome - 3

As our bodies join in ecstasy, Amir watches hungrily from just a few feet away, his eyes fixed on the point where our flesh meets. His renewed arousal is evident, his cock standing at full attention once again.

I ride Raghav Ji with increasing fervor, my hips undulating as I impale myself on his thick shaft over and over. He grips my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he guides my movements, ensuring I take him as deep as possible.

With a wicked grin, Raghav Ji leans forward, his teeth grazing the fabric of my bra. In one swift motion, he pulls the cups down, freeing my breasts. They bounce and sway with each thrust, drawing Amir's hungry gaze like a moth to a flame.

"Come closer, Amir," Raghav Ji commands, his voice rough with lust. "Get a better look at these perfect tits."

Amir obeys, moving closer until he's mere inches away. His eyes are wide, his pupils dilated with desire as he watches my breasts jiggle and bounce with each slam of my hips against Raghav Ji's.

Lost in the throes of passion, I barely register Amir's presence, too consumed by the exquisite sensation of Raghav Ji's cock stretching and filling me. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, punctuated by our ragged breaths and wanton moans.

Amir's hands tremble slightly as he reaches out, his fingertips grazing the soft, supple flesh of my breasts. I let out a soft moan, the sensation of his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Mmmm, that feels so good," I murmur, arching my back to push my chest further into his hands.

Emboldened by my response, Amir grows bolder, his fingers kneading and caressing my breasts. He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and I cry out, my inner walls clenching around Raghav Ji's thick cock.

"Amir, stop!" I gasp, even as my body betrays me, craving more of his touch. But Amir merely smirks, a wicked glint in his eye as he begins to massage my breasts with both hands.

Lost in the haze of pleasure, I continue to ride Raghav Ji, my hips undulating as I take him deeper and deeper. The feeling of Amir's hands on my sensitive flesh, combined with the exquisite stretch of Raghav Ji's cock inside me, is almost too much to bear.

Amir leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over my skin. Suddenly, I feel the wet warmth of his tongue as he begins to lick my breasts, lavishing attention on one peak before moving to the other.

"Ooohhhh Goddess," I moan wantonly, my head thrown back in ecstasy as Amir worships my breasts with his mouth.

Watching the erotic display before him, Raghav Ji's desire reaches a fever pitch. With a growl of pure need, he begins to thrust up into me with abandon, his hips slamming against mine as he chases his release.

Amir's hands and mouth continue to work my breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples while his tongue swirls around the sensitive peaks. The dual sensations of Raghav Ji's cock pounding into me and Amir's ministrations on my breasts send me spiraling towards an earth-shattering climax.

"Bhabhi Ji, I'm going to... I'm going to..." Raghav Ji grunts, his voice strained with impending orgasm.

Anticipating his finish, I climb off his lap and drop to my knees before him. Wrap my fingers around his throbbing shaft, pumping him hard and fast as I lower my mouth to his engorged tip.

Amir watches from the sidelines, his own cock straining as he witnesses me take Raghav Ji into my mouth. I bob my head up and down, taking him deeper with each pass, my tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh.

"Fuck, Sanjana, your mouth feels incredible," Raghav Ji groans, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guides my movements.

With a guttural moan, he reaches his peak, his hot seed spilling into my mouth just as I pull away. Thick ropes of his essence paint my face, dripping down my chin and onto my heaving breasts.

Still dizzy with pleasure, I attempt to rise from my knees, only to find myself face-to-face with Amir. His eyes rake over my exposed body, taking in every inch of my naked flesh. Despite the intensity of our recent tryst, I suddenly feel incredibly self-conscious under his hungry gaze.

"Madam Ji," he purrs, stepping closer until his body is mere inches from mine. "It seems Sir Ji has had enough. Why don't we both continue?"

His words send a shiver down my spine, a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. I knew this moment could come, but now that it's here, I find myself hesitating.

I glance over at Raghav Ji, sprawled on the couch in a post-coital daze, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between me and his driver.

I feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation as I realize that agreeing to continue with Amir would likely lead to the most intense sexual experience of my life. Raghav Ji, for all his experience, could never match the stamina of a virile young man like Amir. And yet, I know this is not the right moment to lose myself completely.

Making a split-second decision, I step past Amir, my voice trembling slightly as I say, "Amir, not tonight. It's really late and I don't want you both to stay the night. Take your Sir and..."

My words trail off as Amir suddenly pulls me flush against him, my breasts crushing against his firm chest. His dark eyes bore into mine, intense and hungry. I gasp softly as one of his hands guides my palm to the rigid length of his cock, pressing my fingers around his thick shaft.

"I will leave," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "But Madam Ji, you will have to take care of this."

With a heavy sigh, I realize there's no escape from this situation. "Okay," I relent, my voice barely above a whisper. "But you will leave after that."

Amir nods, a sly smile playing on his lips as he saunters over to the couch and sits down, making himself comfortable. I glance worriedly at Raghav Ji, who appears to be dozing peacefully, oblivious to the charged atmosphere.

Biting my lip, I kneel before Amir, my hands trembling slightly as I reach for his throbbing cock. I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, marveling at the heat emanating from his flesh. Amir lets out a low groan of pleasure as I begin to stroke him slowly, my movements tentative at first.

As I work him with my hand, Amir's breathing grows heavier, his hips rocking subtly to meet my movements. I can feel him swelling even larger, his cock pulsing with need. The room fills with the wet sounds of my stroking and his husky moans.