Widow Stepmom’s Last Wager – Part 3

Read the first two parts if you haven’t.

Sarika’s fingers tracing circles on Arjun’s nipples, her breath against his neck. The city lights glittered below them through the glass.

“What do I think Rhea’s doing right now?” Sarika repeated.

She placed her chin on his chest, dark hair sticking to both of them. “Probably sitting at her desk with her thighs pressed so tight together it hurts. Staring at that business card she gave you.”

Arjun laughed, still catching his own breath. “You’re evil.”

“No,” she corrected “, I’m honest.” She pushed up and straddled his hips again.

“She’s replaying the way you pulled her hair and kissed her like you were claiming her.”

“Bet she’s soaked through her panties and touching herself right now, hating how much she wants you.”

Her hands slide down his body, with her nails scraping his skin lightly, leaving marks.

“And she’s definitely wondering what kind of a woman lets her man kiss another woman like that and then gets wet because of it.”

Arjun’s cock twitched against her thigh, already hard again despite the continuous lovemaking. “I want to watch you fuck her on our bed.”

Sarika rolled her hips with her pussy lips teasing her the head of his cock. “I want to watch you break her the way you broke me. I want to watch her sharp eyes go soft while you’re buried inside her, and I’m sitting on her pretty face.”

She leaned down with her lips brushing against his ear. “I want to watch her beg for it,” He groaned and spanked her ass hard enough to leave marks. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Rewarding you,” she corrected.

She reached for his phone on the floor and handed it to him. “Call her,” Sarika said, eyes glittering. “Tell her you want to personally thank her for her cooperation. Tonight.”

Arjun took the phone and met Sarika’s gaze. “You sure?” Sarika smiled and guided his free hand between her legs. She was still dripping, swollen, sensitive. “Feel that? That’s how sure I am.”

He dialled. Rhea picked up. Her voice was breathy, like she’d been pacing. “Malhotra.”

Arjun let the silence stretch just long enough.

“Rhea. It’s Arjun Kapoor. I’m still in the office. Thirty-second floor. Door’s unlocked.”

He could practically hear her pulse.

Sarika leaned in, lips against the phone so Rhea would hear: “Get over here quickly, Mrs Malhotra.”

A soft, sharp inhale on Rhea’s end. Then, quietly, almost amused: “Give me twenty minutes.” The line went dead.

Sarika tossed the phone aside and grinned like a cat. “20 minutes is a long time, baby. I’m going to milk you dry. Make sure you last long enough to ruin two women.”

She slid down, taking him deep, and rode him like there’s no tomorrow. Just when he was about to cum, she went down on him expertly. His fingers tightened in Sarika’s hair as her mouth worked him relentlessly.

Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock with expert flicks that made his toes curl with pleasure. She gagged around him with the vibration shooting pleasure straight up his spine.

She took him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. Her hand was twisting at the base of his cock in a rhythm that had him throbbing already.

“Fuck, Sarika,” he growled, hips bucking forward reflexively. Never breaking contact with his eyes, loving every second of his unravelling, she swallowed every drop of his fresh cream as he came in loads.

The elevator chimed down the hall, twenty minutes on the dot. Rhea stepped in, still in that deep maroon saree. But now with the pallu draped loosely over one shoulder, revealing the swell of her cleavage. Her hair is now let loose.

Sarika was only wearing Arjun’s shirt, top buttons open and pussy exposed, glistening. Arjun, naked and hard, cock standing proud and slick from Sarika’s mouth.

“Chairman,” Rhea said, voice with that same amusement from the phone. She locked the door behind her, heels clicking as she approached.

“And the wife-to-be, I presume?” Her gaze lingered on Sarika’s flushed face, then dropped to the wetness between her legs. “Looks like I interrupted the celebration.”

Sarika pushed off the wall, smirking despite her post-orgasm haziness.
“Not interrupted…enhanced.”

She reached out, tracing a finger along the edge of Rhea’s saree blouse, hooking it under the fabric to tease the lace of her bra. “You signed the papers. Now it’s time for your reward, or is it punishment? Depends on how you like it,” she teased.

Rhea’s breath caught, but she liked where this was going. She slid off her pallu, revealing the full curve of her breasts straining against the thin blouse. Her nipples were dark and hard, poking through the fabric.

Arjun closed the distance in a second, grabbed Rhea’s waist and pressed her against him. His cock pressed into her belly through the saree, hot as fuck.

“On your knees first,” he ordered with authority. “Show me how a strong woman like you sucks cock.”

Rhea liked how he took things under control, unlike her cuckold husband. She sank gracefully with her saree bunching around her thighs.

Her hands wrapped around his base, stroking once, twice, before her lips parted and she took him slowly. No gagging, just expert control with her one hand cupping his balls and massaging them.

Sarika watched them, biting her lip, then knelt beside her. “Deeper,” she whispered, pushing Rhea’s head forward until Arjun’s cock disappeared down her throat.

She licked along the exposed base of his shaft, her tongue meeting Rhea’s lips, sharing a kiss around his dick. “Fuck,” Arjun hissed, hips thrusting shallowly. He put one hand in Rhea’s hair and the other in Sarika’s. They worked him together.
He pulled them away before he could cum and shoved Rhea onto the boardroom table. He hiked up her saree, exposing toned thighs and black lace panties already soaked through.

“Wet for me already?” he taunted, ripping the panties aside and plunging two fingers into her tight heat. She was scorching, and he then pumped his fingers in and out. Rhea arched, her saree blouse popped open from the strain.

Her breasts spilt out in all of their glory. They were full, not sagging whatsoever, with dark nipples begging for attention. He couldn’t control himself looking at that beauty.

He sucked her nipples furiously, occasionally biting them. He wanted to leave marks on them to let her husband know what a loser he is.

“I want you to let your husband know that you now belong to me and he doesn’t deserve a sexy siren like you.”

“Of course, you can fuck me while he watches if you’re interested in that. I want you to claim me tonight,” she said, getting turned on by the dirty talk.

“You think you can tame me?” she challenged. Sarika climbed onto the table, straddling Rhea’s face. “Let’s find out.” She lowered herself, pussy hovering over Rhea’s mouth.

“Eat me while he fucks you. Make me cum,” she ordered.

Rhea didn’t hesitate. Her tongue darted out, and she ate Sarika’s pussy, sucking her clit with hunger. Sarika moaned, grinding down on her mouth. Her hands bracing on Rhea’s breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until Rhea bucked with pleasure.

Arjun positioned himself between Rhea’s spread legs and rubbed his cock against her pussy, teasing her clit with it. “Beg for it,” he demanded.

“Please,” Rhea mumbled against Sarika’s pussy. “Fuck me. Hard.”

He slammed in with one brutal and deep thrust, burying himself inside her completely. She was tight, her pussy clenched around him because her husband was a loser who finished in a minute. If he ever could get hard for this beauty of a woman.

Arjun rammed into her with a punishing pace. His hands were gripping her hips hard enough to leave a mark, the table shaking with each pound. His balls slapped against her. The wet sounds were like music to his ears.

Sarika rode Rhea’s face faster. “Tongue deeper…yes, just like that. Suck my clit, you bitch.” Rhea obeyed. Her fingers were digging into Sarika’s thighs, eating her out.

Sarika came first, screaming, flooding Rhea’s mouth with her juices. Arjun flipped Rhea over onto her stomach. He entered her from behind, one hand pressing her head down as he railed her.

Sarika slid underneath, doing a 69 position with Rhea. Licking where Arjun’s cock rammed in and out, tongue flicking Rhea’s clit while Rhea buried her face back in Sarika’s pussy.

The room echoed with moans, slaps, and wet sucks. Rhea came next, her pussy spasming around Arjun’s cock, milking him as she sobbed into Sarika.

“Don’t stop! God, fill me!”

Arjun pulled out at the last second and came in thick ropes across Rhea’s ass and back, some splattering Sarika’s face below.

“I’m only cum inside Sarika, my soon-to-be wife, with whom I am going to make loads of babies.”

Hearing this turned her on, and now they both realised that they actually love each other. What they feel for each other is special and deep.

She licked up his cum greedily, then pulled Rhea down for a cum-swapping kiss, tongues tangling in a filthy exchange. They collapsed in a heap on the table; bodies slick and spent.

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