Farmhouse threesome with the CEO and his friend

 

The farmhouse shimmered under a canopy of string lights, the air thick with music, laughter, and the faint scent of wet grass. Manusha stepped onto the terrace, silk clinging to her curves, heart pounding in anticipation. The CEO’s presence was magnetic, as always, his gaze lingering on her with a slow, knowing intensity that made her shiver.

Before this night, she had met him several times in hotel rooms across Bangalore. Each encounter had been a careful exploration—soft lighting, gentle music, and deliberate touches that left her breathless. She remembered one evening in a luxury suite: his fingers tracing her curves as he whispered her name, teasing her until she trembled with anticipation. Another night, his lips had pressed along her neck in a slow, teasing dance, fingers mapping her skin with tender authority. Each encounter had taught her how to surrender to desire, to respond instinctively to touch, to melt under attention. Tonight, all those lessons were alive in her, ready to be tested once more.

The CEO’s hand rested possessively on her waist. “I want you to meet someone… someone curious about you,” he murmured, voice low and intimate. Moments later, Arjun appeared, tall and confident, eyes drinking her in. “Manusha, this is Arjun,” the CEO said with a teasing smirk. “He’s intrigued.”

Arjun’s hand brushed hers lightly. Sparks shot through her. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, voice husky. “But I want to see for myself.”

Manusha felt a shiver run through her. The memory of the CEO’s hands sliding along her sides in a Bangalore hotel, the teasing, deliberate exploration of her curves, guided her instincts. She turned slightly, letting Arjun’s fingers trace her hip, feeling the heat of his touch deepen as the CEO leaned closer, lips brushing her ear.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered, voice warm and low. “Do you like being watched?”

Her lips parted, a soft gasp escaping. “Yes…” she admitted, body arching toward his touch.

Arjun’s hand slid higher, fingertips grazing the curve of her waist. Manusha’s breath hitched. The terrace felt smaller now, the night air thick with heat, desire, and anticipation. “You’ve been with him before, haven’t you?” Arjun asked, his fingers tracing circles that made her skin flush.

“I… yes,” she breathed, recalling every touch, every whispered name, every gasp in those quiet hotel rooms in Bangalore. “He… knows me.”

The CEO chuckled softly. “And now you’ll see how others respond to you,” he murmured, sliding his hand lower along her spine. Arjun’s fingers followed, mimicking his movements with a teasing boldness that made her gasp and arch instinctively.

The terrace became a stage for exploration. Arjun’s hands roamed over her curves, testing reactions, while the CEO’s lips found hers in deep, lingering kisses. “You feel so perfect,” the CEO murmured, voice vibrating through her chest, while Arjun’s hands traced the softness of her sides, squeezing gently. Manusha leaned into them, letting the combined attention, memory, and present sensation heighten her arousal.

Her mind flickered to the hotel nights: the CEO’s lips on her neck, hands memorizing every line, teasing touches that made her tremble, soft moans that had been stifled in secrecy. Tonight, those memories magnified every touch, every brush of fingers, every lingering kiss. “Please… don’t stop,” she whispered, leaning into the terrace railing as Arjun’s hand slid along her thigh, brushing upward teasingly, while the CEO’s hands held her close, steadying, guiding, and igniting every nerve.

 

When they moved inside, the bedroom welcomed them with soft golden light. Manusha’s body was already alive, skin sensitive, pulse racing. The CEO guided her to the bed, lips brushing along her jaw, down her neck, while Arjun followed, hands teasing her back, sides, and thighs. “You’re mine tonight,” the CEO murmured. “And his too, if you’ll let it.”

Her lips parted in a soft gasp, heart pounding as she surrendered to their attention. Arjun’s hands roamed her curves with tentative boldness, fingers teasing sensitive spots, drawing involuntary shivers. The CEO kissed along her collarbone, whispered her name against her lips, and traced lines along her spine, making her arch instinctively.

 

Every touch became a conversation. The CEO’s lips pressed her in long, slow kisses while Arjun’s hands explored boldly, teasing her from shoulder to thigh. Manusha moaned softly, fingers threading through hair, body trembling as memory and present sensation converged. Every gasp, every shiver, every sigh was a combination of past pleasures and the electric thrill of now.

Arjun leaned closer, lips brushing her neck, while the CEO’s hands moved to cup her breasts, thumb teasing her sensitive nipples. Manusha’s breath came in shallow bursts, every nerve alive, body arching instinctively toward them. The heat built, a delicious tension that pulsed through her body with every teasing touch, every whispered word.

By the early hours of the morning, Manusha lay tangled between the CEO and Arjun, skin flushed, body humming with aftershocks of pleasure, mind swirling with memories of the hotel encounters in Bangalore and the intensity of the terrace interactions. Every kiss, caress, and soft moan echoed through her senses, past and present merged into one continuous wave of desire.

 

She closed her eyes, soft sighs escaping, body spent but exhilarated, feeling the warmth of their embrace, and let herself drift in the cocoon of pleasure, intimacy, and the perfect, lingering memory of a night she would never forget.

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