Shruti was sprawled across the couch, hair untied and shirt unbuttoned, her skin still sticky from the afternoon that had collapsed into unrelenting pleasure. Rhea was curled next to her, one leg draped over her thigh, hand idly tracing circles along Shruti's belly.
The scent of sex, sweat, and unspoken things hung in the air like incense.
"Tu pagal hai," Rhea murmured lazily, brushing her lips along Shruti's collarbone. "Ek din koi dekh lega... aur us din main tujhe chhodne wali nahi."
Shruti smirked, pulling Rhea closer, her nails dragging softly along her back. "Toh dekh le… sab dekh le. Main chhupne ke mood mein nahi hoon ab."
But just as Rhea began kissing her way down again, a sound broke the silence — the dull mechanical click of a door unlocking.
Shruti froze.So did Rhea.
They turned toward the hallway at the same time, the weight of recognition flooding Shruti's face. Keys. A suitcase rolling. Footsteps.
And then — him.
Shruti's husband stood in the doorway, tall, leaner than before, a bag slung over his shoulder and a silence in his eyes. He hadn't messaged, hadn't warned of his return. Months away — and now this?
He took one long look at the two women — clothes askew, lips swollen, skin glistening.
Rhea shot up, clutching the corner of a cushion. "Main—main jaati hoon."
But he held up a hand, voice calm. "Mat jao."
Shruti's heart kicked violently against her ribs. "Aman... I didn't—"
He stepped forward, eyes trailing slowly from Shruti to Rhea. "I saw your messages… months ago."
Silence.
"I was going to confront you. I wanted to scream, break things, fly back the same night." He dropped his bag. "But I didn't. I waited. I watched. I read… and I listened."
He moved closer now. Shruti couldn't breathe.
"You think I didn't hear the voice notes you forgot to delete? The moans you sent her, those breathless confessions, 'meri randi ban ja', 'chod mujhe jaise tu chahti hai'... You thought I didn't hear all that?"
Rhea shifted uncomfortably. Shruti's eyes were glassy. "Then why now?"
Aman smiled faintly. "Because I stopped being angry… and started being curious."
Rhea's breath hitched.
Shruti whispered, "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying," he said, sitting down on the armchair across them, legs open, voice dark and low, "I want to watch."
The silence was no longer tense. It was thick. Heavy. Erotic.
Rhea's lips parted. Shruti was trembling — not from fear, but from the surrealism of it all.
"You're serious?" she whispered.
Aman nodded, his eyes on both of them like a slow-burning flame. "I've imagined you… with her… a hundred times. Every time I was alone, every night I was away. I'd close my eyes and wonder—how does she kiss you? Do you beg her the way you used to beg me? Do you moan louder with her?"
Rhea swallowed. "You're not disgusted?"
His smile was a strange blend of desire and damage. "No. I'm hard."
Shruti gasped. "Tu pagal ho gaya hai."
But her voice betrayed her arousal.
Aman leaned back, voice cool. "Go on. Do what you were doing."
Shruti turned to Rhea, who was already biting her lip, the thrill undeniable. She whispered, "Rhea…"
And just like that, they melted back into each other — Rhea straddling Shruti, kissing her deeply, one hand sliding up her thigh, the other grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Behind them, Aman watched, his chest rising.
Shruti let out a breathless, "Aaahhh…" her hips arching into Rhea's hand.Her fingers curled. Her eyes fluttered.Aman leaned forward.
"Kya kar rahi hai tujhe?" he murmured hoarsely.
Shruti moaned again — "Chod rahi hai mujhe…"
"Jor se… aur bol… kaise lag raha hai?"
"Uhhhhh… haan Rhea… aur… aur andar… aaaahhh!"
Aman closed his eyes for a second, fingers tightening around the chair.
Rhea kissed her way down Shruti's trembling body, whispering filth in Urdu. "Aisi hi to chhodti hoon main teri biwi ko… haar roz… har jagah…"
Shruti cried out, "Bhaad mein jaaye sab… aaahhh… yeh meri zindagi hai… chhodo mujhe… rakh lo mujhe…"
Aman didn't move.
But his belt was undone.
And his eyes… never left them.