My Steamy Story: Romance between an Indian man and two be...

My Story Time:

Ugh, bestie, let me spill the tea on the most iconic night of my life. So my husband, Rohan, is this total GOAT of an Indian man – like, his rizz is unreal – and me and my sister Anya are his wives. Yeah, it’s a whole vibe.

That night, the three of us were in our boujee bedroom, the scent of sandalwood incense thick in the air. Rohan was between us on the huge bed, his hands exploring us both. He’d whisper things in Hindi that made me melt, his fingers slipping into my wet pussy while his mouth found Anya’s perfect tits. I was so high-key turned on watching him taste her, hearing her moan. Then he turned to me, his dark eyes locked on mine, and was like, “My beautiful wife, let me taste you now.” OMG, period. He went down on me, his tongue working my clit like magic while I reached for Anya, my fingers mimicking his movements on her. The sounds we made together? Sheesh. It was pure, unadulterated bliss, a symphony of pleasure. We were a perfect, messy, ecstatic triangle of love, and I’ve never felt more complete.