Suhaagraat
“You’re not seriously thinking about wearing that, are you?” Neha’s voice pierced through the clutter of the small hotel room. Her friend, Rhea, held the skimpy dress in front of the mirror, examining it from every angle. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.
“What? It’s just a little revealing,” Rhea said with a playful smile, twirling around to show it off.
Neha raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting from the dress to Rhea’s hopeful face. “It’s more than a little revealing. It’s like you’re wearing a glorified napkin!”
Rhea giggled, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. “Come on, Neha. Live a little. It’s a wedding, not a funeral!”
The tension in the room grew as Neha pursed her lips, contemplating her friend’s decision. Finally, she sighed and said, “Fine. But if any of those creeps at the party try to cop a feel, I’m holding you responsible.”
The two friends shared a knowing glance before Rhea slipped the dress over her head. It barely contained her ample breasts, and the skirt barely grazed the top of her thighs. She wiggled her hips, watching the fabric hug her curves even tighter. “It’s perfect,” she murmured to herself, turning to Neha for final approval.
Neha rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her own excitement. “Fine. But you’re going to be the talk of the town, Rhea. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
As they left the room, the sound of laughter and music grew louder, spilling from the grand ballroom down the hall. The wedding function was in full swing, a cacophony of colors and sounds that reflected the vibrant culture of their hometown. The air was thick with the aroma of spicy food and sweet incense.
Inside the ballroom, Rhea’s entrance was met with a mix of shock and admiration. Heads turned, eyes widened, and whispers rippled through the crowd. The three muscular men from the corner of the room couldn’t help but stare. They were Muslims, not known for their participation in such events, but here they were, invited by a mutual friend of the groom. They had been watching the Hindu girls all evening, their curiosity piqued by the stark differences in their attire and the way they moved so freely.
The tallest of the men, Aamir, leaned in to his friends, Wasim and Arif, and said in a low voice, “Look at that one. She’s begging for attention.”
Wasim grinned, his eyes locked on Rhea. “She’d look even better with a little less of that dress on.”
The trio had never interacted with Hindu girls before, but the allure of the forbidden was too strong to resist. They approached the bar, ordering drinks to bolster their courage before making their way over to the dance floor where Rhea was drawing the eyes of every man in the room.
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The music was loud, the bass vibrating through their chests. Rhea felt a hand on her waist, spinning around to find Aamir standing behind her, his eyes smoldering with a hunger she hadn’t seen before. “Care to dance?” he asked, his voice gruff and alluring.
Rhea’s heart skipped a beat as she nodded, her body moving instinctively to the rhythm of the music. The touch of his hand was electric, sending shivers down her spine. Neha watched from a safe distance, her eyes narrowed in a silent warning to the uninvited dance partner.
As the night grew darker, the party grew wilder. The alcohol flowed freely, and the inhibitions of the guests began to dissolve. Rhea found herself increasingly drawn to Aamir’s magnetic presence, her body responding to his every touch.
The dance floor grew crowded, and in the chaos of the moment, Neha was pushed aside. She stumbled backward, landing on a couch where Wasim and Arif had been watching the scene unfold. They took this as an opportunity, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Looks like your friend could use some company,” Arif said, his voice a seductive purr.
Neha’s eyes widened, but she was too tipsy to protest. Before she knew it, she was sandwiched between the two men, their hands exploring her body as if it was their own. The shock of the situation made her freeze, but the feeling of their hands on her skin was surprisingly thrilling.
Rhea, lost in her dance with Aamir, felt a growing sense of unease as the night went on. She tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. His lips were on hers before she could protest, his tongue pushing past her teeth. She tasted whiskey and something darker, something that made her knees weak.
“Let’s get some fresh air,” he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and heavy. She nodded, her thoughts clouded by the pounding bass and the whiskey. They slipped through the crowd and out into the cool night, where the stars were obscured by the bright lights of the hotel.
The alley behind the hotel was quiet, the distant sounds of the party barely reaching them. Aamir’s hands roamed over her body, his touch growing more insistent with every passing second. Rhea’s breath hitched as his hand found its way under her dress, his rough fingers tracing the line of her panties.
“What are you doing?” she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What you’re begging for,” he replied, his voice thick with lust.
Back in the ballroom, Neha was in a similar predicament. Wasim had her pinned against the couch, his mouth exploring hers as Arif’s hands found her breasts. Despite the fear, she couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through her as they touched her, as if their very fingertips were on fire.
The music grew louder, drowning out the sounds of their struggle. Neha’s dress was pushed aside, revealing her bare skin to the eager eyes of the two men. They took turns kissing her neck, their teeth grazing her sensitive flesh as she squirmed beneath them.
In the alley, Rhea’s resolve began to crumble. Aamir’s kisses were rough, his tongue invading her mouth in a way that was almost violent, but she couldn’t pull away. His hands found the zipper of her dress, and with one swift motion, it was down. The fabric fell away, leaving her naked from the waist up.
Neha’s dress was now hiked up to her hips, and she could feel the heat of Wasim’s erection pressing against her thigh. She gasped as Arif’s hand slipped inside her panties, his fingers finding her wetness.
The situation was spiraling out of control, but the excitement was too intense to ignore. Rhea’s hands found Aamir’s belt buckle, her trembling fingers unhooking it as his kisses grew more demanding.
Inside the ballroom, Neha felt the zipper of her dress give way, the cool air hitting her exposed skin. The two men were now fully aroused, and she could see the hunger in their eyes.
The wedding had turned into a night of passion and force that none of the girls had anticipated. As the music played on, the three friends found themselves in a situation that would change their lives forever.
In the alley, Rhea’s eyes widened as Aamir’s cock sprang free from his pants. It was large and intimidating, and she couldn’t help but stare. He took her chin in his hand, tilting her head back, and whispered, “You want this, don’t you?” She nodded, unable to find the words to protest. He pushed her to her knees, his hand guiding her face closer to his erection.
Her first taste was salty and foreign, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she opened her mouth wider, eager to take more of him in. His groan of pleasure spurred her on, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She could feel the tension in his body as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each bob. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, setting a pace that was both thrilling and overwhelming.
In the ballroom, Neha’s dress was now a pile of fabric at her feet. She was fully exposed, her panties the last barrier between her and the two men’s ravenous gazes. Wasim’s hand slipped inside her, his thumb brushing against her clit as Arif’s mouth found her nipple. She gasped, the sensation of their touch overwhelming her.
Rhea’s mind was racing as she knelt before Aamir, her mouth moving automatically. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn’t stop. His grip on her hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward to meet her eager mouth. She could feel his cock swell, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart. She knew what was coming, and a part of her craved it.
Neha’s legs began to tremble as Wasim’s fingers worked their magic, bringing her closer to the edge. Arif’s kisses grew more urgent, his teeth grazing her neck. She could feel their desire for her, their need to claim her, and it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
The sound of Rhea’s gagging filled the alley as Aamir reached his climax, his hot seed spilling into her mouth. She swallowed, the taste of him coating her throat, making her stomach clench. He helped her to her feet, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
Inside, Neha felt the pressure building, her body betraying her with its wanton response. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her moan as Wasim’s thumb circled her clit faster. Arif’s hand slid down her stomach, his fingers inching closer to her soaking pussy.
The three friends had crossed a line, entering a world of passion and desire that they never knew existed. As the night grew darker, the boundaries between right and wrong blurred, and they gave in to the primal instincts that had taken hold of them.
The music grew wilder, the lights strobing over their entwined bodies. Neha’s orgasm washed over her, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She looked into the eyes of the two men, seeing the same hunger reflected back at her. They knew what they were doing was wrong, but they were too far gone to care.
Rhea stumbled back into the ballroom, her dress disheveled, her lipstick smudged. She searched the room for Neha, her heart racing. What had she done? What was happening to her friends?
But the sight of Neha, sandwiched between Wasim and Arif, her body writhing in ecstasy, made her pause. Her own desire was rekindled, the memory of Aamir’s cock in her mouth sending a fresh jolt of arousal through her.
The night was still young, and the wedding had become a playground for their deepest, darkest desires. As the music grew louder, the three friends found themselves drawn together, their fate sealed in a night of unbridled lust that would bond them forever.
Neha’s eyes searched the crowd, finding Rhea’s. A silent understanding passed between them. They needed to escape, to find a place where they could explore this newfound craving without judgmental eyes upon them. Neha’s hand reached for her phone, dialing Shruti’s number. The line rang once, twice, before a sleepy voice answered.
“Shrutti, it’s Neha. Listen, we need you. Rhea and I are leaving the wedding. Can we come over?” she whispered urgently.
Shruti’s voice grew alert. “What’s going on? Are you guys okay?”
“We’re fine. But we’ve had a bit too much to drink, and we need somewhere to… crash.”
Shruti, ever the reliable friend, responded without hesitation. “Of course, come over. But be careful, okay?”
The three girls, still in their wedding finery, slipped out of the hotel and into the night. The cool air was a stark contrast to the sticky heat of the ballroom, and it served to clear their heads somewhat. The drive to Shruti’s house was a blur, the anticipation of what was to come leaving them breathless.
Once inside, they didn’t waste any time. The house was empty, and the silence was deafening as they made their way to Shruti’s bedroom. The tension between them was palpable, a heady mix of excitement and fear. Rhea and Neha shared a look, the gravity of their situation weighing heavily on them.
“What are we doing?” Rhea asked, her voice a trembling whisper.
Neha took a deep breath. “We’re going to give in to what we want, Rhea. And we’re going to enjoy it.”
With that, they turned to face the two men who had followed them, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Wasim and Arif had seen the hunger in their eyes and knew they were ready for more.
Shruti looked at her friends, then at the men who had accompanied them. Her curiosity piqued, she licked her lips and nodded, understanding dawning on her face. “I’m in,” she said with a sultry smile.
The room grew hotter as the five of them moved closer together, the air thick with desire. Clothes were shed hastily, revealing bodies that had been hidden beneath layers of fabric all evening. The sight of Rhea’s bare breasts made Aamir’s cock twitch, and he stepped forward, his gaze never leaving hers.
Shruti watched with bated breath, her own curiosity growing as she saw the raw passion in her friends’ eyes. She had never felt this way before, never wanted something so badly that it made her ache.
The girls lay on the bed, their bodies tangled together in a web of limbs and passion. Neha straddled Wasim, her pussy wet and ready for his thick cock. Rhea was on all fours, Aamir’s hand on her lower back, pushing her down onto his erection. And Shruti, the newcomer to their games, watched, her hand slowly moving down her body to her own clit, her breath hitching in her throat.
The sounds of their moans and gasps filled the room, mingling with the scent of arousal. The men took turns, their cocks sliding in and out of the Hindu girls’ tight, eager pussies. They were like animals in heat, driven by an insatiable hunger that none of them could explain.
Shruti felt a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up to find Arif’s eyes on her. He was the only one not currently engaged, and his desire was evident. She nodded, unable to speak, and he pulled her closer. His kiss was gentle at first, a stark contrast to the rough passion of the others. But it grew more urgent as she melted into him, her body responding to his touch.
The night was a blur of passion and pleasure, a tapestry of intertwined bodies and muffled cries of ecstasy. Each girl took turn riding the men, their hips bucking in time with the rhythm of their thrusts. The room was a cacophony of skin slapping against skin, the sound of deep throats being filled, and the scent of sex in the air.
Their boundaries were shattered, their inhibitions lost in a haze of desire. The three Hindu girls had become the playthings of these Muslim men, and they had never felt more alive.
As the night grew later, the intensity grew. They moved from the bed to the floor, the couch, and back again, each position more daring and depraved than the last. The men took them in every way possible, their cocks plunging deep into their tight, willing pussies and mouths.
The girls moaned in unison as they reached their peak, their bodies shuddering with the force of their shared orgasm. The men followed, their cum filling them, marking them as their own.
And as the sun began to rise, the three friends lay together, their bodies spent and their hearts racing. They had crossed a line, entered a world of forbidden pleasure that none of them could ever return from. But as they looked into each other’s eyes, they knew that this was just the beginning.
