I glanced at Jhanvi suspiciously before following her sister back into the living room, “Talk about what?”
“Just sit and listen. Please…” Pooja Didi said and pulled me down beside her onto the couch. She looked me in the eyes. “Do you trust us?”
I nodded, wondering what in the world she was up to, but answered honestly, “Yes. I trust you both completely. You know that…”
She nodded at Jhanvi, sitting on my other side, who then picked up a file and handed it over to me. I looked down at the first page. It was a copy of a loan application form. “A home mortgage loan? Why is there…”
“Keep going…” Pooja said, cutting me off.
The next pages were a lot of legal mumbo jumbo, but one particular line caught my eye and I read it out loud, “For securing an additional loan of three Crore against this property?” I exclaimed, “Didi, you’re putting up your family’s house?”
Pooja Di and Jhanvi exchanged a look before Pooja Didi answered softly, looking at my face, “Yes, our parents’ estate and all of our jewellery, as well. Hopefully that should fetch a few Crores too. I know that it’s still nowhere near enough for what we need but it’s a start.”
“What?” I asked in disbelief and then turned to Jhanvi. “And you agreed to this?” I asked her incredulously, “You’re going to lose your home?”
Pooja Didi put her hand on my shoulder and answered me, “Suraj… We want to help you…”
“You need the money for buying those call options to thwart Ravi’s plan. Right?”
“Y-Yes…” I stammered out.
“And if you don’t get that money, we might end up being stuck with Ravi and Kishore for the rest of our lives!” Jhanvi interjected.
“But… But… I can’t accept this.” I said firmly, “Your family home is your legacy. I can’t allow this. No!”
“You can’t allow us?” Pooja Didi repeated, “Suraj, this is our choice, not yours. Both Jhanvi and I agree that it’s more important to spend our lives with the man we love rather than stay with two assholes like Ravi and Kishore for the rest of our lives.”
“But, I…” I started choking with emotions but Pooja Didi cut me off, leaning in to hug me close, “Chotu, you are our life now…”
“And we want to help you!” Jhanvi said softly, “We can’t let you do this alone!”
“Besides, you can repay us once you take over from Kishore…” Pooja Didi added and then chuckled at my expression, “Promise?”
I nodded, unable to reply, tears in my eyes. Pooja Didi then leaned in to kiss away the tears, while Jhanvi reached over and hugged me from the other side.
“Thank you. It… it means the whole world to me…” I said finally, looking at them with gratitude. Pooja Didi smiled at this, stroking my cheek, “We know…”
“However, if you DO want to thank us for doing this for you tonight!” She added with a grin, “I know a certain way you can show your appreciation for both of your wives!”
***
“Mmmm… What are you doing out there?” Pooja Didi walked upto me from behind as I stood on the balcony early in the morning. I smiled and glanced back to find her looking sexy as hell, wearing just a long shirt, covering her down to her mid-thighs, with nothing else underneath. She was barefoot and the shirt was unbuttoned at her navel, giving me a tantalizing view of her cleavage. Her long black hair dishevelled in the morning light made her all the more gorgeous.
“Thinking…” I replied, pulling her to stand beside me. She snuggled into my arm with a sigh, “About how lucky I am to be able to be with two gorgeous women at the same time!”
“Oh, you mean last night with Jhanvi and me?” she asked with a small smirk, “Or the night before with Tara and me at the school?”
I blushed deep red at her quip and looked at her guiltily. To be honest, I was expecting to have this conversation with Didi, sooner or later. You don’t have a threesome with your future wife and YOUR sister, and then another with HER sister without it having consequences.
Luckily, Pooja Didi hadn’t brought it up with Jhanvi around, but now that she was all alone, I was worried that she’d have a lot to say. However, instead of being mad, Didi just giggled and kissed my lips gently. “Relax, Chotu! I’m not jealous!” she said with a grin, “Actually… I found it kinda kinky to watch you fuck your sister! It was very sexy!”
“Really?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Mmm hmmm…” she whispered and pulled back a little and stroked my cheek lovingly, “You have to admit, our love story is a little…unique…”
I nodded, agreeing with her, “That’s for damn sure.”
“I mean… I practically jumped you when you came back from college, even though I’m married. Then you pulled my sister into our crazy relationship, then seduced and slept with your stepmother for some secrets against Ravi. Hell, if Nora’s seduction plan had gone ahead properly, she might have been in bed with us back there!”
I chuckled, “I guess… I am a bit of a player, huh.”
*Smack*
This earned me a well-deserved smack at the back of my head, but I couldn’t help but grin at her, “Owww!”
“You’re lucky that I love you so damn much! But yes… I can’t believe how much I’ve changed in just a few months since you returned and turned my life upside down!” She said while rolling her eyes at me, “I’ve become such a slut, thanks to you! But it’s not just me… I mean… look at how much Jhanvi has changed. Who would have thought that my shy, demure baby-sis would turn into a complete nympho, who likes being fucked everyday?”
I grinned and pulled Pooja Didi closer, pressing her soft, curvaceous body against mine. “So, if I got it right, you’re not jealous of me sleeping with Tara, Nora or Jhanvi… and you actually got turned on by watching me fuck Tara?”
“Well… maybe… I’m not really sure…” she replied and looked away shyly.
I cupped her chin gently and made her face me with her eyes, “Didi… tell me the truth…”
“Yes…” she whispered and looked up into my eyes, a small smile on her lips, “As long as I know that I’m your one, true love… I guess it’s okay. Besides, I can’t blame them for falling for my handsome, young, stud of a husband!”
At those words, I pulled her in for a hug, kissing her neck, cheeks and lips softly. “Didi, you are the love of my life! I promise that no matter what, nothing will ever change that!”
She nodded and then pulled back, looking at my face. “So, you’re okay with my feelings then?”
“More than okay…” I whispered, stroking her cheek gently, “It’s hot to know that my gorgeous wife likes watching her future husband banging other women.”
She blushed deeply, and looked down, embarrassed, “Well… it’s kind of weird to say that out aloud.”
“Well, you know, I do understand it a bit. Remember that night on Navratri, when you and Jhanvi gave Vivaan a blowjob together. That was really hot!” I replied with a grin, “I guess I’m so confident about our love, that I don’t mind sharing you like that, as long as I am in control…”
“Hmmm…” She nodded thoughtfully and leaned into my arms as we watched the sunrise together, “I guess I feel a lot like that with you too, Suraj!”
***
The Next Morning…
“Karan’s late! As usual!” Jhanvi grumbled as we all waited for Karan at Pooja Didi’s place, “First he cancelled on us yesterday and now he’s late again!”
“Oh relax, Jaanu. You know he was busy with Peter yesterday, interrogating Shah Rukh’s goons and getting that snitch to flip on his boss. He’s really helping us out a lot in our plan. You can’t blame him for being somewhat late,” I said, trying to placate her.
Jhanvi pouted, “I know but it’s been so long since we’ve met. I can’t wait to see him. I’m so excited!”
“You’ve known him as long as I have. Did you really expect him to change that easily?” I chuckled at her impatience, when the doorbell finally rang!
“See! I told you he’d come…” I said to Jhanvi with a chuckle, and all three of us got up to get the door. Karan hadn’t met Jhanvi and Pooja Didi for over six years now, so both girls were quite excited to see him again.
Karan still had his trademark roguish smile as he stepped into the living room. He was dressed in a casual shirt, jeans and sneakers, his curly hair styled perfectly and a pair of sunglasses on his forehead. “Suraj, my man! Sorry I’m a little late…”
“No worries…” I had just opened my mouth to greet him back, when Jhanvi, who until just a minute ago was complaining about Karan’s tardiness, suddenly squealed and jumped into Karan’s arms, hugging him tightly “Oh my God! Karan! It’s been so long.”
“Yes, it has…” he grinned widely and patted her back affectionately, “Look at you! All married and everything!”
She giggled back and pulled back from him to give him a good look up and down, “Well, you did spruce yourself up a bit. Nice shirt! Is that Gucci?”
“Only the best for you, Mrs. Jhanvi Kapoor!” Karan replied with a flourish, taking off his sunglasses, and finally getting a chance to get a good look at her. And as with most guys who saw Jhanvi for the first time these days, I could literally see his jaw drop open.
Jhanvi wore a sheer pink saree that clung to her voluptuous figure and showed off her ample curves in all the right places. Her beautiful tits were barely covered with a low cut blouse, while the low-draped pallu left her waist bare, exposing her midriff.
“You look…” Karan managed to stammer out and I could swear he was already drooling over my wife as his eyes roved all over her curves, lingering on her cleavage. “Wow! Look at you. You’ve grown up into a stunning woman, Jhanvi!” He said and then turned to me, “Suraj, I don’t remember our third musketeer Jhanvi being this hot before!”
Jhanvi blushed at the compliment. Karan, Jhanvi, and I were inseparable back in school and referred to each other as the three musketeers. She was a bit surprised at Karan’s brazen compliment but took it with grace, “Well, I guess you’re not too bad yourself. You clean up nice too. I still remember how much of a dork you looked back then!”
“Heyyyyy!” he protested with a chuckle. All four of us had grown up together and there was familiarity between them, despite not meeting for over half a decade.
“Now come on, both of you. Why don’t we invite our guest into the house, instead of standing at the door like idiots!” Pooja Didi said, coming in between the two and giving Karan a hug, “Hi, Karan! It’s been ages!”
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