We arrived at the remote cabin under a velvet night sky, four couples thick with history and hunger: me and my sharp-witted wife Riya, Kasif and Afreen, Ben and Preeti. Wine flowed as we lounged by the fire. Riya lifted her glass first. 'To friendship that blurs lines. Afreen, your stare at Ben's ass is practically a dare.' Afreen smirked, unflinching. 'Says the woman whose eyes haven't left Kasif's lap all evening. Preeti, care to weigh in or just keep plotting?' Preeti leaned forward, voice like velvet steel. 'Plotting? Hardly. I'm deciding which of you men will beg first. Kasif, your cock is already twitching under those jeans—don't deny it.' Kasif chuckled, but Preeti cut him off. 'Save the bravado. Riya, show them how a real woman starts the game.' Riya rose, pulling me close, her hand sliding down to grip my hardening length. 'Watch closely, boys. This is how we ignite.' She freed my cock, already hard and throbbing, then dropped to her knees with a wicked grin. 'Ben, Preeti's pussy is dripping just watching—aren't you horny yet?' Preeti laughed, shedding her top. 'Dripping? Try soaked. Afreen, join or stay jealous.' Afreen stepped in, strong and commanding, pressing against Kasif while eyeing us. 'Jealous? Never. But your blowjob technique needs competition.' Riya took me deep, tongue swirling as I groaned, her mouth hot and wet. The room filled with panting as clothes vanished. She stood, guiding my cock to her slick pussy, riding me hard against the couch while the others circled. Sweat beaded on her skin. 'Harder,' she demanded, not submissive but in control. Kasif's cock emerged, Afreen stroking it firmly. 'Cum for us,' Preeti urged, her ass grinding against Ben. Riya clenched around me, our bodies slamming until I came, hot cum spilling as she moaned triumphantly, the others closing in with hungry eyes and dripping desire.
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