I put on a condom and slid up, covering her body with my own. I bent down and kissed her as I penetrated her. She put her hand on my back as I thrust into her. I decided to take it slow, since she’d already received such a pounding. It was the most lazy fuck of my life. In those slow, deliberate thrusts, I could feel my cock coming in contact with every inch of her pussy. The pace of thrusting increased a little as I neared an orgasm. By this time, we could hear the sounds of birds chirping. After cumming, I checked the time. It was around 4:30 in the morning. The four of us had fucked through the night!
Probably exhausted after all that action, Divya simply rolled over and fell asleep lying on her stomach. I admired her naked body once again, giving her ass a little squeeze. Upon getting no response from her, I lay down next to her and fell asleep soon after.
When I woke up at around ten in the morning, Divya was gone. I was lying there on the carpet, stark naked. I looked up to see Ankita sitting on the sofa (yes, the same sofa), sipping coffee and reading a book. She told me that Divya left around an hour ago-something about not being a fan of conversations the morning after.
I sat up, still naked. Picked up my underwear from last night that was still lying on the floor along with all the other clothes and wore it. Ankita must’ve sensed the awkwardness because she patted the sofa, asking me to sit down next to her. Then she said ‘You don’t need to feel guilty. It was my idea. Anirudh and I had discussed fucking other people in front of each other. He was completely on board with it. You’re our friend and we’re comfortable with you. We knew the guy had to be you, and I liked Divya after reading your chats and meeting her, so we decided she’d be the girl. I asked her about it in the car and she said yes. It’s totally cool!’ She then gave me a hug. I thought about it for a moment and decided that I’d come to terms with it. Our friendship was too valuable for me and since I had no romantic interest in Ankita, it didn’t have to mean much except the satisfaction of sexual needs. Anirudh came out of the room, smiled at us, and went to the kitchen. From there he simply asked ‘Who wants breakfast?’
In case you’re wondering, Ankita and I never slept together after that. I contacted Divya, who revealed that she was in an open relationship with a girl from Bangalore. All she wanted while in Delhi was a one night stand, and she got much more than that.
A few months later, Ankita shifted to the US for her PhD while Anirudh moved to Mumbai for a new gig. I still live in the same apartment, and I still sleep with random women I meet on dating apps. The only change in my life is that the sofa is now my favorite fucking spot.
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