A few weeks after we visited Delhi, we travelled to our Bangalore office for another meeting. It was followed by a two-day resort off-site event near Hosur. The day before the meeting, we flew from Mumbai to Bangalore, landing at midnight.
Seema and I shared an unexpected intimacy while coming back from the Delhi trip. She was noticeably clingy and happy around me. Amongst others, our group included Vartika, a new executive who came to observe the client meeting.
Vartika had long, smooth hair that brushed my hands, feeling very soft. She wore a tight white co-ord set with a Chinese-collar shirt and shorts, showing her muscular, gym-trained physique. Her shirt was too tight at the chest. So the button near it was ready to break and fly out at any time.
Her tight shorts revealed a visible panty line. She probably waxed her legs just before the flight. God, it was as if her long legs demanded to be kissed, sucked and nibbled from the thigh to the toes.
Despite her stunning figure, her face was dusky, with big grey eyes, mascara, and red matte lipstick. Her protruding teeth, adorned with braces, were yellowed by plaque. The braces smeared lipstick on them. Her nasal, cartoonish speech, mispronouncing ‘s’ as ‘sh,’ was a total turn-off.
Seema, in a teal tunic and black leggings, drew attention with her pear-shaped body, snowy skin, wavy brown hair, and round brown eyes. She had sweaty palms, glistening temples, and hair stuck to her forehead. Being near me, I was able to smell her musky body fragrance.
Naturally fruity, she did not need any perfume. Blame the hot weather, or she probably had a sweat problem. But it was nastily arousing.
At 1 a.m., we bought sandwiches at the airport cafeteria. The leads and the supervisor planned to stay at the airport overnight. Then leave at daybreak to nap in the office wellness room. Then they’d prepare for the meeting.
Seema and Vartika insisted on a proper rest, booking a dorm at a nearby Airbnb for the night. As the Senior Consultant responsible for the presentations, I wanted to sleep but hesitated to side with the women.
Seema decisively included me, booking Airbnb for ₹1000 with complimentary breakfast. That prompted teasing from the rest of the men in the group. Seema instructed Vartika to book a cab, then disappeared for 15 minutes, unreachable.
Vartika, frustrated, left in the cab alone, saying in her nasal cartoony voice, “Do hell with Sheema, my cab is here.” Seema returned, cursing Vartika’s impatience, and booked another cab with a wicked grin, hinting at something mysterious as we left.
I didn’t know back then what it was, but it would have been a hell of a night! The cab arrived, and I started to settle into the front seat next to the driver. Seema grabbed my hand, her sweaty palm gripping tight, and pulled me back.
“No-no, Pratty, you’re taking the back seat with me,” she purred, her voice dripping with mischief. Settled in the back, the heat was suffocating. I leaned forward and said, “Driver, please turn on the AC.”
He looked back, shaking his head. “Anna, only Kannada matadi.”
I racked my brain for the little broken Kannada I knew. “Anna, salp AC on maadi. Tumba sheke!” I pleaded. (It’s too hot, please turn on the AC!)
He muttered something in Kannada, his tone unapologetic. I caught the gist, AC’s busted. I did not want trouble, as he was a local and we were outsiders. So, I let it go.
Seema’s eyes sparkled. “Well, damn, Pratty, you speaking Kannada? That’s hot,” she teased, moving closer, her thigh brushing mine. “But I’ve noticed something. The more I try to get close, the further you’re going away. What’s up? You regret what we did after coming back from our last trip to Delhi?”
I just shrugged in response. Her voice lowered, sultry. “It was a heat-of-the-moment thing, and I’m not mad about it. Bodily desires are like nature’s call, you don’t ignore ‘em, especially with someone you vibe with.” She said with a wicked wink.
“Come on yaar, you’re the only pasandida mard (favourite man) I have after my fiancée. You’re also my work hubby. Live up to that when you’ve been conferred that title!” she said with a cute smile.
I smiled back, and she replied, “There! That smile says you’re not freaked out. Good!”
Her phone buzzed, a text from Vartika. Seema read it aloud, mimicking Vartika’s nasal, cartoonish slur: “I jusht reached the dorm, can’t wait for you guyzsh. Only one room, jusht a couch, I’m collapshing, about to shleep! Don’t ever try to wake me up.”
We exploded into laughs, Seema’s giggles shaking her whole body, her boobs shaking and pressing against my arm.
“That bimbo!” Seema exclaimed. “Didn’t even check the room tour video I sent! Thinks it’s one room, but there’s a tiny bridge almost ten steps leading to a big-ass bedroom. Big enough for all three of us to cuddle and sleep, or even have a hardcore threesome!”
She let out a devilish giggle. The driver’s eyes turned to us in the rearview mirror. But he only spoke Kannada and just understood a little bit of Hindi. Convinced he couldn’t understand our English banter, we carried on.
Mid-laugh, Seema leaned into me, deliberately dragging her soft, heavy boobs across my arm. Her hand landed on my thigh, fingers teasingly stroking, sending an electric current through me.
Then, bold as fuck, she grabbed my cock through my jeans, squeezing lightly. “Remember I said I’d drain you next time?” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “You thought you were the only one who could get me wet? Watch me.”
I shot her a look, nodding toward the driver, whose eyes moved between us and the road. Thankfully, he didn’t care. We’d been speeding through empty roads for 30 minutes, the city fading now, old houses along the highway.
Fifteen minutes later, we hit a quiet, silent stretch, trees, hooting owls, bats flapping overhead. A lone three-story building appeared ahead: our Airbnb. The driver dropped us off and left. There was no one to receive us.
Seema, playing scared, hung onto me, her soft, round boobs pressing against my chest, her nipples poking through her tunic. My cock twitched, half-hard. At the door, she looked for the smart lock pin on her phone.
Suddenly, a roar echoed like a tiger. We froze. “What the fuck was that?” Seema squeaked. “A tiger? A leopard?”
“Yeah, I heard it,” I muttered, heart pounding. “Let’s get inside, quick.”
She punched in the pin 1224, but another growl came from inside. Seema yelped, leaping onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist, (like how Scooby Doo hanged on Shaggy when they saw the monsters). Her pussy pressed against my waist.
“Pratty, I’m not fucking around!” she said, burying her face in my shoulder. “That noise is from the room! What if a leopard got in from the terrace into the room? You open it, I’m not going ahead first!”
Scared shitless but trying to man up, I entered the pin 1224. The door swung open, and my cock went rock-hard, nudging Seema’s thigh. She lifted her head, whispering into my ear, “You horny bastard, your dick’s poking me! There’s probably a leopard in there, and you’re hard? I’m about to piss myself!”
I stood, jaw dropped. The room was a disaster. Vartika’s shoes, socks, top, and shorts, which she wore on the flight, were strewn everywhere. A pedestal fan blasted air at her as she spread and slept on the couch, snoring like a goddamn tiger.
“Fuck, that’s the tiger?” Seema exclaimed, tears streaming as we collapsed into hysterical laughter, clutching each other.
“She’s snoring like a fucking beast!”, I whispered, trying to hush Seema to keep quiet. “She’s out like a baby. We’ll wake her up.”
“Baby?” Seema screeched, leaning into me, her boobs bouncing as she laughed. “She’d sleep through a fucking earthquake!” sending us into another fit of giggles, snorting and wheezing like idiots.
But my boner? Vartika sprawled in just a slip and panties, soaked in sweat, no AC in her cab or in the living room. Her slip clung to her like a second skin, sweat pooling in her navel. Her right leg off the couch, her left hand kept underneath her head, her right boob spilling out, nipple exposed.
A rough, wrinkled birthmark appeared on the skin above her right boob. Her panties, drenched in sweat, hugged her pussy. Her long bare legs begged to be licked from thigh to toe. Her body screaming to be ravaged tear off her slip, rip her panties, and fuck her raw!
But her face? Drool oozed from her wide-open mouth, snot trickled from her nose, and sandwich bits clung to her plaque-caked braces. The room smelled of her sweaty, salty stench. I felt like puking, my erect penis getting soft now.
Seema slowly walked over to her, giggling. “What a slut, can’t even sleep properly,” she said, gently tucking Vartika’s boob back into her slip.
“Seema, maybe wake her up so you both can sleep inside,” I suggested. “I’ll sleep here.”
“Nah,” Seema said, grinning. “She texted that she’s dead tired and not to wake her. That’s her blessing for us to share a bed. Come on!” She grabbed my wrist, pulling me through a door behind the sofa to a terrace nestled in the woods, like a treehouse.
A short bridge from the terrace led to a spacious room with huge glass windows overlooking a lush, green, and empty neighbourhood. Seema turned on the AC. “I’m too tired to shower or change,” she said, peeling off her tunic and leggings.
Her white slip, with a red rose with green leaves design embroidered below her left boob, hugged her curves, her puffy nipples poking through, begging to be sucked. Her dark blue hipster panties, floral-patterned, framed her thick, juicy ass I stripped to my vest and boxers.
Seema pointed at my vest, “Remove this, too.” Then we went to bed. I lay on the bed, exhausted. Seema slowly crawled towards me on the bed. Her eyes were heavy but burning with what looked like animalistic lust.
She came closer, her nose brushing mine, her damp, heavy boobs pressing into my chest, nipples hard as bullets. Her lips crashed into mine, a sloppy, hungry kiss, her tongue teasing for a second before she climbed on me. When she withdrew her lips, there were strands of saliva hanging for a couple of seconds.
“Hold me like your teddy bear,” she murmured, her voice thick with need. Then, like a switch flipped, she fell asleep, snoring softly like an adorable, sexy baby. I wrapped my arms around her, her warm, sweaty body moulded to mine, and drifted off.
The cool breeze from the AC makes us feel comfortable sleeping. The power cut hit, but the AC’s chill kept us cool for a bit. Seema was still resting on top of me. We woke up soaked, our bodies in a shared pool of sweat, her wet slip clinging to her juicy tits.
Vartika stood at the foot of the bed, eyes wide, a naughty smile on her face. “You two jusht had sheksh, didn’t you?” she said.
Seema, unfazed, smirked. “Oh, we fucked, alright, but not now. I’ll spill the tea later.”
Vartika looked at my crotch, her braces glinting as she giggled. “Liar! Pratty’sh shtill rock-hard, hehehe!”
My face turned red as I got shy. I pulled a pillow, slamming it over my throbbing dick. Vartika walked to a table under the wall-mounted TV. A thermal flask of hot water sat next to instant coffee premix sachets.
Seema yawned, stretching, her tits bouncing. “If you’re brewing coffee, make us some too.” She glanced at me. “Pratty, quit hiding that boner. Morning erections are manly—shows you’re healthy. Fuck, it’s making me horny!” Her yawn triggered Vartika’s, then mine, like a contagious chain reaction.
Over coffee, Seema stretched across the bed, her boobies jiggling under her slip as she grabbed her handbag. “Remember when I ditched you guys at the airport, and that bimbo Vartika couldn’t wait, leaving in her cab?” she said, smiling. “I was getting this.” She placed a pack of ten smoke joints on the bed.
“We’re getting lit now.” She handed us each a joint, flicking her lighter to spark them up. We puffed away, the skunky smoke curling from our unbrushed mouths, mixing with the bitter taste of instant coffee. The room filled with hazy clouds as we sipped and smoked, our yawns turning into lazy, stoned giggles.
Soon our talks felt as if we were intoxicated and high. Sipping coffee and taking a drag, Seema asked Vartika how she got here. Vartika replied that the door behind the couch on which she was sleeping was open. She tried to see where it led and found us here.
Seema took a deep drag and exhaled. She was giving Vartika a quick, filthy recap of our airport antics while coming back from the Delhi trip. I unknowingly grabbed her thigh that made her horny leading us to have sex in my car!
Vartika’s eyes widened, her coffee cup shaking. “Thish ish making me sho horny,” she said, gulping her last sip. “I’m loyal to my fiyanshey, but fuck, I need to do shomething now,” she said with smoke coming out of her mouth along with every word.
Seema’s eyes shone with lust. She said taking her last a drag, “Look, I don’t give a shit. My favorite cock after my fiancé’s, obviously is right here (giggling), hard as fuck next to me. I’m horny as hell, and I’m gonna impale myself on Pratty, raw and nasty. Don’t care if you wanna join for a threesome or watch.”
With that, Seema pounced on me like a feral cat, growling and grunting, her lips and tongue attacking me from head to toe. She ripped off her slip, her heavy tits bounced free. She licked my chest, nibbling my nipples, her teeth grazing my abs, her hands clawing at my boxers.
“Fuck, Pratty, you taste so good,” she purred like a kitten. “Gonna ride you till you’re dry, you sexy bastard!” Nasty residue of the smoke was released from her unbrushed mouth.
Vartika, not missing a beat, yanked down her panties, her fingers diving into her dripping pussy, working herself vigorously. Her moans and smoky exhales filled the room.
Seema’s tongue was on my inner thigh, licking and biting the sensitive skin. I felt awkward with Vartika watching. “Seema, chill, this is weird,” I muttered.
She crawled up, pinning me to the bed her hands clutching mine tightly, her wet tits pressing into my chest. “Shut the fuck up and deliver like you do at work,” she growled, slamming her warm lips onto mine.
Her kiss was very rough, her tongue wrestling mine, our unbrushed mouths tasting of coffee, cigarette, sour and bitter.
The power kicked back on; the AC hummed. Seema pulled back, panting, after what felt like a 30-minute kiss, our faces slick with spit. She stood, pulled off her panties, and stripped naked.
Looking at Vartika, she burst into giggles. Vartika sat on the floor, bottomless, her fingers buried in her pussy, a puddle of cum beneath her like she’d peed herself.
“Holy shit, bimbo, you’re flooding the place!” Seema said, tears of laughter streaming. Then, Seema tore off my boxers and tossed them aside. My cock sprang free, hard as steel pointing upwards.
“Look at this, Vartika,” she taunted. “This thick, juicy dick could fuck us both raw and still have more to give. Why waste it?”, trying her last chance to invite her to this orgy.
Vartika shook her head, rejecting the offer, too loyal to her fiancé. Seema straddled me, her soaked pussy rubbing against my cock, her precum flowing onto the tip of my dick. She attacked my neck, biting and sucking, leaving hickeys.
“Seema, easy,” I groaned. “My wife’ll divorce me if she sees these marks!”
She giggled wickedly, ignoring me, and slid my cock inside her tight, wet vagina swallowing me whole. She rode me hard, her tits bouncing, moaning like a bitch in excessive heat.
They both continued with banter, completely intoxicated with the smoke. Vartika, still fingering herself, gasped, “Why’re you fucking Pratty unprotected?”
Seema, grinding on my dick, smirked. “Two reasons, babe. One, Pratty’s clean. Two, who eats ice cream with the wrapper? I’m on pills, always fuck raw— even my fiancé too.”
Vartika moaned, “Doesh he know? Isn’t all this cheating?”
“Nope,” Seema panted, thrusting on me.
“He’s got a girl in the office, probably his manager, whom he pounds almost once a week. This guarantees him all sorts of hikes and promotions”, Seema giggled in an intoxicated way.
She continued, “Unless you’re catching feelings or planning a future with a fuck buddy, it’s not cheating. Having multiple sexual partners is essential to preserve your youth!”
Vartika groaned, hornier than ever. “My gym partner shaysh sheksh is like a workout.”, she continued, talking something inaudible. Then suddenly, she was tired of playing on her ground all alone.
“Fuck thish!” she exploded as she ripped off her slip, her sweaty tits bouncing, and sat onto my face, her dripping pussy hovering over my mouth. “Eat me, Pratty,” she slurred, grinding her clit against my lips. “Shuck my pusshy like you mean it, you shekshy fuck.”
My tongue drove in, lashing her swollen clit, her juices flooding my mouth, tangy and thick. “Fuck, Vartika, you taste awesome,” I mumbled into her pussy, smirking. “Your fiyanshey knows you’re this nasty?”
“Shut up and lick, Pratty,” she moaned. “Make me cum or I’ll shmother you!”
Within minutes, Vartika screamed, her body shaking as she exploded. Her cum gushing like a broken faucet, splattering my face, hair, and ears. A salty spurt hit my throat, making me gag.
Seema, riding me like a wild animal, came hard, her cunt clenching my cock. Her juices soaking my balls, a creamy mix of her cum and mine pooling on the bed. I blew my load deep inside her.
Both collapsed on either side of me, panting.
“Thanksh, Pratty,” Vartika said, still catching her breath. Seema smiled and said, “Vartika, a ‘thanks’ isn’t enough. Give him the same nasty blowjob you give your fiyanshey.”
“No!” I yelped, picturing her braces shredding my cock.
“Yesh, I’m doing thish!” Vartika declared, determined.
Reluctantly, I agreed. Pain shot through me, she fucking cut me down there! I pushed her off, blood beading on my dick. I just thought, how does her fiancée handle this?
Seema was laughing like a hyena.
We glanced at the clock; it was 8 a.m. Time to buck up to the office. We got ready for the big day at work. The presentation went smoothly, and the resort getaway was a blast.
Whenever I recollect this day, the memory of that smoke we took still lingers. Whatever was in those joints had unleashed a wild sexual urge in us, turning a sleepy morning into a filthy, unforgettable threesome!