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 Sadhna’s fingers trembled as she let the silk of her nightgown slide off her shoulder.

The fabric pooled at her feet.

Forty-nine years old and her skin still flushed under their gaze. Under all their gazes.

Raghuveer sat at the edge of their bed, his kurta already discarded, his chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths. 

Vikram leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. 

And Rudra—God, Rudra—stood in the center of the room like a storm waiting to break.

“Dekho,” Rudra growled, his voice scraping against her nerves like sandpaper. 

“Kitni sundar lagti ho bilkul hamari lag rahi ho.”

Her nipples tightened under the thin fabric she still wore. Just a blouse now. And her petticoat.

“Saas ho tum,” Vikram murmured, stepping closer. His fingers brushed her waist, featherlight. 

“Aaj phir se dulhan ban gayi ho.”

Raghuveer’s voice was softer, thicker. 

“Itne saal. Aur tum aaj bhi wahi ho.”

But it was Rudra who moved first.

He crossed the room in three long strides—no grace, no hesitation, just raw hunger in every step. 

His calloused palm cupped her jaw, tilting her face up, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Sadhnna.”

Her name. Just her name. And her knees almost buckled.

“Hum itne saal baad aaye hain,” he said, each word a brand. 

“Aur tum bilkul ek dulhan ki tarah taiyar ho. Apni suhagrat ke liye. Hamari suhagrat ke liye.”

His thumb dragged across her lower lip, pressing just hard enough to part them.

His thumb dragged across her lower lip, pressing just hard enough to part them.

knuckles brushing her spine as the fabric fell away.

 Cool air hit her skin. Vikram knelt before her, his fingers hooking into her petticoat’s drawstring, tugging it loose.

Three pairs of hands. Three men who worshipped her in different tongues.

Rudra’s lips found her throat first—not gentle, not tender. A bite, sharp enough to make her gasp. His stubble rasped against her skin.

“Kitni der raat ka wait kiya hai, Sadhna. Kitni raaton se teri khushbu yaad kar raha hoon.”

Vikram’s mouth pressed against her stomach, open-mouthed and hot, trailing lower. 

Raghuveer’s fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back, exposing more of her neck to Rudra’s assault.

“Bed pet litao use,” Rudra ordered, his voice dropping an octave.

They moved her to the bed like she was made of glass and fire.

Vikram laid her down on the white sheets, her legs dangling over the edge. 

Raghuveer positioned himself beside her, his hand sliding under her head, cradling her like something precious.

 Rudra loomed at the foot of the bed, his gaze dragging over her body inch by agonizing inch.

“Paanch saal,” Rudra said, his voice rough. 

“Paanch saal se ek-ek raat gini hai maine. Jab tum Raghuveer ke saath soti thi, jab tum humare ghar mein thi, jab tum meri nazron ke saamse nahi thi—per dil main thi,har baar main apne aap ko rokta tha.”

He climbed onto the bed, crawling toward her like a predator.

“Lekin aaj nahi rokoonga.”

His weight pressed into the mattress, his body covering hers. 

The sheer mass of him—broad shoulders, thick chest, arms that could crush—blanketed her. And all she could do was arch into him, her legs parting instinctively.

Vikram’s mouth found her nipple.

Not the soft, tentative suckling of a hesitant lover. 

A deep, starving pull that sent electricity crackling through her spine.

 His tongue circled her areola before he took more of her breast into his mouth, nursing with a desperation that made her moan.

“Haan,” she breathed. “Wahan… please…”

Raghuveer’s hand slid down her belly, fingers dipping into her slick folds. 

He found her clit immediately, pressing firm circles that made her hips jerk.

“Aaj humare saamne khol do apne aap ko,” Raghuveer murmured against her ear. 

“Koi sharm nahi. Koi parda nahi. Sirf tum aur hum.”

Rudra’s mouth captured hers.

The kiss was bruising, possessive, a claiming that left no room for doubt. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, taking her. When he pulled back, a string of saliva still connected them.

“Doodh pilaa,” he said. Not a request. A command.

Vikram’s mouth released her breast with a wet pop, and Rudra shifted, lowering his head to take his place. 

His lips closed around her nipple, and the first pull made her see stars. He suckled hard, rhythmically, like a man starved, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak between each draw.

screamed for release, for surrender.

She nodded.

Rudra knelt up, his kurta long since discarded, his body a map of scars and strength.

“Dekhti raho,” he said, his voice cracking. “Dekhti raho, Sadhna.”

She watched as his hand moved lower, watched as his fingers wrapped around himself, watched as the first stream arched—

Her body tightened in anticipation.

But Rudra’s aim was true.

The warm, sharp-scented arc splashed across her belly, running down her skin, pooling in her navel. She gasped at the heat, the unexpected intimacy of it.

Vikram’s fingers traced through the wetness on her stomach, spreading it across her skin.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

Then Rudra was moving, lowering his mouth to her belly, licking up what he had given.

And Sadhna knew, with bone-deep certainty, that she would not survive this night.

But she would die wanting more.

Rudra’s tongue traced the last damp trail from her navel, and the room held its breath.

Sadhna’s fingers found his hair, tangled in the coarse strands. His mouth lifted, his chin glistening, his eyes burning with a hunger that hadn’t dimmed.

“Aur,” he growled. “Aur chahiye.”

Before she could answer, Vikram’s hands hooked under her knees, dragging her down the bed until her ass rested at the edge. 

Raghuveer followed, positioning himself behind her, his chest a solid wall against her back.

“Pehle tumhara muh dekhna chahte hain,” Vikram murmured, his thumb pressing against her lower lip. 

“Kitni acchi lagti ho jab humare saath ho.”

Sadhna parted her lips, taking his thumb into her mouth, sucking slowly. His eyes fluttered shut for a fraction of a second.

Rudra’s palm smacked her thigh—sharp, sudden. “Muh nahi. Neeche.”

Her breath hitched.

Vikram withdrew his thumb with a wet pop, grinning. “Sunno Bhabi. Bade bhai ka kehna maano.”

Raghuveer’s hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips, tilting her pelvis upward. 

The cool air hit her wet folds, and she felt herself clench around nothing.

Rudra lowered himself between her thighs.

His beard scraped the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she gasped. His mouth hovered over her cunt—close enough to feel his breath, far enough to drive her insane.

“Dekh,” he said, his voice rough. 

“Kitni pyasi hai. Dekh kaise tapak rahi hai.”

His tongue touched her clit. Just the tip. A single, devastating stroke that made her back arch off the mattress.

“Rudra…” she whimpered.

“Chup,” he ordered, his mouth pressing harder against her.

 “Abhi toh shuru hua hai.”

His tongue flattened, dragging from her entrance to her clit in one long, agonizing sweep. He circled her clit slowly, deliberately, watching her face as she squirmed. 

His fingers found her entrance, sliding in without warning—one, then two.

Sadhna cried out.

Vikram’s hand covered her mouth, muffling the sound.

 “Shhh. Bahar log hain.”

Rudra’s fingers curled inside her, pressing against that spot that made her vision blur.

 His mouth never stopped—sucking, licking, devouring. He hummed against her clit, and the vibration shot through her like lightning.

“Aur do,” she gasped against Vikram’s palm. “Aur… please… Vikram”

Rudra pulled his mouth away. “Mango.”

“Rudra—”

“Mango, Sadhna. Humse mango.”

She swallowed. “Chahiye. Tum chahiye. Har jagah. Har tarah.”

His eyes darkened.

He rose onto his knees, his cock thick and heavy, the tip glistening. His hand wrapped around the base, guiding it toward her entrance. But he didn’t push in.

Instead, he dragged the head through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

“Raghuveer,” Rudra said, his voice strained. “Pakad use.”

Raghuveer’s arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her upright, her back pressed against his chest.

 Her legs fell open, draped over Rudra’s thighs. Vikram shifted to her side, his hand finding her breast, his mouth latching onto her nipple.

“Ab,” Rudra breathed. “Ab andar jaaoonga.”

He pushed.

The stretch was immediate, overwhelming—a fullness that made her gasp. 

His cock slid into her inch by inch, each movement deliberate, relentless. Her body gripped him, pulled him deeper, and when he bottomed out, his forehead dropped to hers.

“Hai Bhagwaan,” he whispered. “Itna saal. Itna saal… baad tumhaari chut ka swad ahh..”

He began to move.

Slow at first, deep, grinding strokes that pressed against every sensitive nerve. 

His hips rolled against hers, his pubic bone rubbing her clit with each thrust. Vikram’s mouth never left her breast, sucking hard, pulling her nipple deep into his throat.

Raghuveer’s hands roamed her body—her waist, her stomach, her thighs. His lips pressed against her shoulder, her neck, her ear.

“Kitni khoobsurat lagti ho,” he murmured.

 “Jab Rudra tumhe le raha hai. Jab tum humari ho.”

Rudra’s pace quickened. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her. 

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room—wet, rhythmic, obscene.

“Aur zor se,” she begged. “Rudra… aur…”

He slammed into her.

Her body convulsed, a cry tearing from her throat. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, harder, faster, his breath ragged, his grunts growing louder.

“Mujhe dekh,” he ordered. “Jab tum chhodo, mujhe dekhna.”

Her eyes locked with his.

The orgasm built like a wave behind a dam—pressing, straining, aching to break. 

And when it finally crashed, she screamed. Her body shuddered, her cunt clenching around him, pulling him deeper.

Rudra groaned, his hips stuttering. 

“Haan… bilkul aise… main bhi…”

His release shot into her, hot and thick, filling her completely. He collapsed against her, his forehead on her chest, his breath uneven.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing.

Vikram’s hand stroked her hair. 

“Abhi toh bahut baaki hai, Bhabi.”

Rudra pulled out slowly, his seed dripping down her thighs. He sat back, his chest heaving, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Palang par lete jao,” he said. “Upar.”

Raghuveer laid her down gently, her head resting on the pillows. Vikram moved to her side, his hand sliding between her legs, collecting the mixture of their fluids. He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting them.

“Tum dono ka swaad,” he said, grinning. “Mera favourite.”

Rudra grabbed his shoulder. “Side do.”

He positioned himself above her, his cock still hard, still ready. His knees bracketed her hips, and he lowered himself, his chest pressing against hers.

“Muh kholo,” he said.

She parted her lips.

He kissed her—deep, possessive, his tongue exploring her mouth. She tasted herself on him, tasted his desire, his ownership.

His hand slid between them, guiding his cock to her entrance again.

“Phir se,” he said. “Phir se tumhe apna banaaoonga.”

He pushed inside her, and the world narrowed to the weight of him, the heat of him, the relentless rhythm of his hips.

Vikram shifted behind Rudra, his hands gripping his shoulders. “Meri baari kab hai, bade bhai?”

Rudra grunted, not slowing. 

“Baad mein. Pehle main use bhigo doon.”

Sadhna’s legs wrapped around Rudra’s waist, pulling him deeper. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails. He growled, his pace quickening.

“Aur,” she breathed. “Aur chahiye.”

Raghuveer’s hand found her clit, pressing firm circles in time with Rudra’s thrusts. The dual sensation sent sparks across her skin.

“Tumhari chut kitni pyaasi hai,” Raghuveer murmured. “Kitni bhukhi ho tum Sadhna hamre liye.”

“Tumhari wajah se,” she gasped. 

“Tumne hi aise banaya hai mujhe.”

Rudra’s mouth found her throat, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.

 “Haan. Humne banaya hai. Aur aaj hum puri kareinge tumhri har ek ichha.”

He thrust deeper, harder, his breath hot against her neck.

And Sadhna let herself fall.

Rudra’s rhythm didn’t falter. His hips kept that punishing pace, driving into her while his breath came in hot, ragged bursts against her throat.

“Vikram,” he growled, not slowing. 

“Taiyaar ho?”

Vikram’s hand stilled on her thigh. 

“Hamesha, bhai.”

“Raghuveer. Tum bhi.”

Raghuveer’s fingers pressed harder against her clit, a silent answer.

Rudra pulled out slowly—deliberately, letting her feel every inch of the withdrawal. Sadhna whimpered at the emptiness, her body clenching around nothing.

“Palat,” he ordered.

She turned onto her stomach, her cheek pressing into the pillow. Rudra’s hands gripped her hips, lifting her ass into the air.

 His cock nudged against her entrance, wet and ready, and he pushed back in with a single, brutal thrust.

She gasped into the mattress.

“Aise rahogi,” he said, his voice low. “On your fours. Hamare saamne.”

His hand came down on her ass—sharp, stinging. The sound cracked through the room.

“Aur Vikram. Aage aao.”

Vikram moved immediately, positioning himself in front of her face. 

His cock was already hard, the tip brushing her lips. She parted her mouth, but he didn’t enter—not yet.

“Pehle mango,” he said, his voice strained.

 “Bhabi, mujhe apne muh mein lo.”

“Muh khol,” Rudra commanded from behind, his thrusts never stopping.

 “Aur Vikram ko apne andar le.”

Sadhna opened her mouth.

Vikram slid inside—slow, thick, the taste of salt and skin flooding her senses.

 Her tongue circled his tip, and he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“Haan… bilkul aise…”

Rudra’s hips slammed into her from behind, driving her forward, pushing Vikram deeper into her throat. 

She gagged, but Vikram’s grip tightened, holding her in place.

“Mat roko,” Rudra said. “Andar lo. Dono ko ek saath.”

The room filled with the sound of their bodies—wet slaps, ragged breaths, muffled moans. Rudra fucked her with a relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing her mouth onto Vikram’s cock. 

Vikram’s hips began to move, matching Rudra’s pace, fucking her face in tandem.

Her jaw ached. Her throat burned. And she had never felt more alive.

“Raghuveer,” Rudra called. “Tum bhi aao. Uski chaati par.”

Raghuveer moved to her side, his cock heavy and thick. He straddled her chest, his knees bracketing her ribs, his tip brushing her lips alongside Vikram’s.

“Do jagah,” Raghuveer murmured. 

“Ek saath.”

Vikram pulled out, allowing Raghuveer to take his place. Sadhna’s mouth stretched around Raghuveer’s girth, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft. 

Vikram shifted, positioning himself at her entrance—not her cunt, but the tight, untouched hole below.

“bhabi andar jau,” Vikram whispered.

She nodded against Raghuveer’s cock.

Vikram pushed.

The stretch was different—tighter, sharper, a burn that made her cry out. 

“Chaat,” he said.

She sucked his thumb clean.

“Palang par lete jao,” he said, his voice softer now. “Aaram karo.”

Raghuveer lifted her gently, carrying her to the bed, laying her down on the damp sheets.

 Vikram slid beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist. 

Rudra lay on her other side, his hand resting on her stomach, over the place where their fluids pooled.

“Bahut baaki hai,” Rudra murmured. “Poori raat hai. Poori zindagi.”

Sadhna’s eyes fluttered closed.

And for the first time in years, she felt full

Raghuveer’s mouth found her cunt before she could catch her breath.

His tongue swept through her folds, collecting the mingled seed of his brothers, tasting their shared claim. Sadhna’s hips bucked, oversensitive, but his hands pinned her thighs apart.

“Aur,” Rudra growled from beside her.

 “Geeli karo use.”

Raghuveer’s tongue circled her clit—slow, deliberate, patient. His nose pressed against her pubic bone, his breath hot against her slick skin. He hummed, and the vibration traveled through her like a current.

Her bladder ached.

The pressure had been building since Rudra’s first stream across her belly, since the hours of penetration, since the weight of their bodies had pressed her into the mattress. 

Now, with Raghuveer’s mouth working her folds, the need became unbearable.

“Raghuveer,” she gasped. “Main… mujhe…”

He didn’t stop.

His tongue dipped inside her, lapping at the mixture of fluids that coated her walls. His fingers joined his mouth, spreading her open, exposing her to the cool air.

“Kya chahiye?” Rudra asked, his voice rough. “Bolo.”

Her cheeks burned. “amm… mujhe bathroom lagi hai…”

Rudra’s hand slid under her head, tilting her face toward him. “Toh pila do.”

Raghuveer’s mouth never left her cunt. His tongue pressed flat against her clit, sucking gently, waiting.

Sadhna let go.

The warmth spread from her core, a steady stream that poured over Raghuveer’s tongue.

 pressed against her, drinking, swallowing, his throat working as he consumed her release.

“Hai Bhagwaan,” Vikram breathed, his hand finding her breast, squeezing. 

“Dekh kaise pi raha hai.”

Raghuveer’s eyes were closed, his expression one of pure devotion. His tongue kept moving, lapping at the flow, spreading it across her folds. When the stream slowed, he pressed deeper, licking her clean, his beard glistening with her warmth.

“Mujhe bhi,” Rudra said, shoving Raghuveer’s shoulder. 

“Side do.”

He lowered his head between her thighs, his mouth replacing his brother’s. His tongue was rougher, more aggressive, fucking into her while his stubble scraped her inner thighs.

“Aur,” he demanded, his voice muffled against her cunt. “Aur do.”

Her body obeyed.

Another wave spilled from her, this one thinner, hotter. Rudra groaned against her flesh, his tongue lapping frantically, his fingers digging into her hips.

Vikram pushed his way between Rudra and Raghuveer, his mouth finding her clit from the side. Three tongues—three brothers—licking, sucking, drinking from the same source.

Sadhna’s hands fisted in the sheets. Her vision blurred. The sensation was too much, too intense, a wildfire that consumed every nerve ending.

“Bas,” she begged. 

“Bas karo… main nahi…”

“Nahi,” Rudra said, pulling his mouth away. 

“Aur. Poori raat.”

He grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her face into the pillow. His cock nudged against her entrance, still wet with his earlier release.

“Vikram. Muh.”

Vikram moved immediately, positioning himself in front of her face. His cock was hard again, the tip brushing her lips. She parted her mouth, and he slid inside, filling her throat.

Sadhna’s eyes fluttered closed.

Her body hummed with exhaustion, with fullness, with a satisfaction that ran bone-deep.

And in the darkness, she felt their hands on her skin, their breath on her neck, their claim on every part of her.

She lay between them, the sheets damp beneath her thighs, their seed cooling on her skin. Three bodies pressed against hers, but the hunger hadn't dimmed.

Rudra's hand slid down her belly, fingers tracing the trail of their combined release. 

"Abhi nahi so paa rahi ho."

A statement. Not a question.

Her eyes opened in the darkness. 

"Nahi."

"Upar aao," he said, his voice a low rumble.

 "Mujhpe."

She understood. She straddled his hips, the coarse hair of his thighs brushing her inner legs. His cock was already hard, pressing against her stomach. Her hand found it, guiding the tip to her entrance.

Vikram shifted behind her, his breath warm on her shoulder.

 "Aise hi raho, Bhabi."

Raghuveer moved to her side, his mouth hovering near her breast.

She lowered herself.

The stretch was immediate—a familiar fullness that made her gasp. Rudra's hands gripped her hips, steadying her as she sank deeper, taking him inch by inch. When she bottomed out, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Sadhna," he breathed.

She began to move.

Slow circles at first, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. His fingers dug into her flesh, guiding her rhythm. Vikram's hands found her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.

Raghuveer's mouth closed around her nipple.

The first pull sent a shiver through her spine. He suckled hard, drawing deep, his tongue flicking across the peak. Milk released, and he groaned against her skin, his throat working as he swallowed.

"Hai Bhagwaan," he murmured. 

"Aur."

His lips tightened, pulling more, his hand cupping the underside of her breast. She rocked on Rudra's cock, each movement pressing her breast deeper into Raghuveer's mouth.

Vikram's tongue touched her asshole.

raat mein poori kar diya.”

She swallowed. “Bachhe bohot chidhayenge , khaskar kisi Shivansh.”

Vikram’s fingers paused on her thigh.

“Bachhe ,” he repeated, a slow grin spreading across his face 

" Voh toh chidhayenge aur aab toh tumhri bahue bhi hai.”

Raghuveer’s thumb stroked her palm.

 “Koi baat nahi bade bhai apni aankhe dikhayenve tab bachche apne aap chup ho jayenge.”

Rudra grunted, his hand moving lower. “Aur bahue voh toh masoom hai. Woh sab apni duniya mein hain.” His lips brushed her forehead. 

“Aaj raat sirf humari hai. Sirf tumhari.”

She felt the heat creep back into her cheeks. 

After talking some time they slept in each other's arm naked on there own fluieds.