Pooja Didi and Jhanvi looked at each other with excitement and trepidation. Their cheeks were flushed, and they were smiling shyly. I could see that they were excited and nervous at the same.
“So, what do we do now?” Pooja asked me.
“Now go get dressed!” I ordered the two of them. “Wear something sexy and wait for me to bring him up. We’re going to thank our hero with the surprise fuck of his life!”
***
“Well, Dad’s pretty pissed. But I guess I will have to smoothen it over with him later.” Karan said with a tired smile, entering the living room to find Pooja and Jhanvi gone. “Hey, where did the girls go?”
“Oh! They wanted to setup a small surprise for you!” I replied with a smirk.
“Huh? Surprise?” He frowned, looking puzzled. “For what?”
“For being the best damn friend any guy could have.” I replied with a grin, getting up, “They must be ready by now, let’s go!”
“Ready for what?”
“Just come on, you’ll see!”
I led him down the hallway to the master bedroom. “Okay… close your eyes…”
“Why?” he asked suspiciously.
“Oh, for God’s sake, Just shut up and trust me!” I replied, rolling my eyes.
He gave me a funny look before complying, “Ok, ok… here you go…”
“Now relax buddy! I’ve planned something amazing for you…” I whispered, pushing him into the room, “Now open your eyes…”
Karan stood in silence, taking a few moments to process what he saw.
“Jhanvi, Pooja Didi what the…” he stammered and gulped audibly. “What are you wear…?” his voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
I chuckled as I whispered into his ear from behind, “Well, what do you think?”
The master bedroom was dimly lit with the curtains tightly shut, making the two gorgeous sisters look even more alluring. Both were standing side-by-side, wearing nothing but the sexiest fishnet lingerie imaginable!
On the left, Jhanvi looked ridiculously sexy in a skimpy fishnet bra, her tits fully exposed beneath the sheer material. Her nipples poking through the holes in her top, as if begging to be teased. A tiny white thong sat high on her hips, the thin fabric barely covering her pussy. Finally, thin, white straps crisscrossed her body, digging into her soft skin and wrapping around her hips and thighs, highlighting her sinful curves in all the right places.
On the right, Pooja Didi was no less of a slut, barely covered in a white fishnet bodysuit that seemed a size too small, stretching tightly over her voluptuous tits and ass. The tiny outfit clung to her like a second skin, revealing glimpses of her soft, dusky skin through the netting. Her big, full tits spilled out of the small pink bikini underneath, while the gaps in the netting left nothing to the imagination, exposing her toned stomach and hourglass figure.
Finally, both girls finished the look with a pair of sky-high fuck-me heels and a choker around their necks. The girls looked like the sexiest, most sinful Goddesses with their bodies on display for my best friend.
“We wanted to say thanks to our two knights in shining armour…” Pooja Didi purred, both she and Jhanvi slowly strutting over to us, their breasts gently swaying and shaking in time to the rhythm of their steps.
“And we figured that maybe you might want a little reward…” Jhanvi continued her sister’s sentence, her fingers lightly running across her cleavage, “…for everything you’ve done for all of us…” she said, leaning in to plant a light, feathery kiss on his lips.
I saw Karan swallow nervously, his eyes darting from one girl to the other. I could understand his reaction. Jhanvi was his childhood friend and Didi, well, she was the strict elder sister who always told us to behave. And now, here they were, dressed up like the sluttiest pornstars in the world for him!
“I… Uh…”
“We really can’t express in words how thankful we are for everything!” Pooja Didi added with an innocent little pout. Her finger tracing a line along his lips, while Jhanvi reached up to his neck, pulling his tie loose and slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
“You first saved Suraj… then our home… A simple thank you would hardly be enough… so Suraj thought of the perfect way…” Jhanvi whispered, pressing her soft tits against his bare chest, stepping up on her tiptoes to whisper into his ear, “By giving our best friend the hottest fuck of his life with both of his wives!”
“W-wives!?” Karan muttered as if in a haze, looking over at me incredulously.
“Yeah… one tiny detail I forgot to mention about my ‘situation’ with Jhanvi and Pooja Didi. They’re both kinda my girlfriend/fiancés, and I’m fucking both of them behind their husbands’ backs…” I shrugged, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around both of their waists, pulling their curvaceous bodies against mine. I then leaned forward and gave Jhanvi a deep passionate kiss, followed by an equally deep, tongue-twisting kiss to Pooja Didi. My hands meanwhile groping and squeezing their soft, sexy bodies shamelessly.
“You’re fucking joking me!” Karan exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief, “You’ve been banging both of them? How… since when?”
“It’s a long, long story, man! And I’ll give you all the details later but for now just know that I’ve been fucking them for quite a while. They are absolutely in love with me! The proper sanskaari bahus (daughter-in-law’s) of the Kapoor family have become absolutely addicted to my cock” I replied with a proud grin, smacking Jhanvi’s ass firmly, “Right my little slut?”
Jhanvi let out a soft gasp, her face flushed with desire. “Mmmmh… yes… Master…… I am your slut… your obedient, loving cumslut!”
I smirked at my best mate, whose jaw had hit the floor once again at my words and the fact that Jhanvi just referred to me as ‘Master’, “And our dear old Pooja Didi, who was always our strict little tutor… now she gets down on her knees and sucks my cock, whenever or wherever I want!”
“That’s… that’s true… I’m Chottu’s slut!” Pooja Didi admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she looked at Karan, “I love him… and I can’t resist my Chhotu’s big, thick, juicy cock…”
“Suraj is the only guy who we trust and love. Our pussies belong to our master’s big cock…” Jhanvi added, before suddenly reaching over and stroking the bulge in Karan’s pants, “But only for tonight, master wants to share us with you. And Didi and I also really, really want to say thanks for all that you’ve done for us. We want you to fuck us…” she added, biting her lower lip as I released my grip on both of them.
“So…” Pooja Didi purred, moving closer to Karan’s face, and pressing herself against my buddy seductively. Her soft, heavy breasts mashing against Karan’s muscular chest, “Are you going to fuck us… or not?”
“Oh God… you are looking so fucking hot in that outfit, Didi!” Karan gulped nervously and then looked at me, “This is not… I mean you sure you’re okay with…”
I nodded at my buddy and then stepped back and sat on a chair beside the bed, while the girls pulled Karan over and had him sit down at the edge of the bed. It was weirdly surreal seeing my two gorgeous girls, both I had fucked dozens of times, about to pleasure someone else, my best friend no less. But at least this was for a good cause, and I was happy to see him getting some appreciation for what he had done.
Besides, Pooja Didi and Jhanvi, both absolutely loved me. I was sure that this would not change anything for us. So I was more than happy to sit back and watch the show and let them have some fun.
I leaned back in my seat, watching Pooja Didi and Jhanvi kneel down between Karan’s legs and together, they both unbuckled his trousers. Within seconds, they had Karan stripped down to nothing but his black boxer briefs.
And tenting proudly in his shorts was a huge, fat bulge that made Pooja Didi and Jhanvi gasp in awe. Pooja Didi blushed hard, glancing at Jhanvi with her eyebrows raised, clearly surprised and impressed with Karan’s bulge.
“He’s… um… really big!” she stammered, glancing over at me. “Are you sure it’s ok… with us… doing this?”
I just grinned back, easing in my chair, and shuffling my own pants down. Her eyes grew wide as I began to slowly stroke my own thick, 12-inch beast of a cock. “Yes Didi, I really am. Now get to work!”
“Yes, Master…” Pooja Didi replied in a low voice, turning back to join her sister, who had already made up her mind and was gently stroking and kissing the outline of Karan’s bulge, her lips and tongue caressing and massaging the throbbing shaft through the fabric.
“Looks like both of my musketeers have got pretty big rapiers down their pants, huh?” she giggled, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. Her fingers hooked into Karan’s waistband, peeling it down ever so slowly. Until with one final tug, his cock sprang out, bobbing up proudly, inches from both sisters’ stunned faces.
“Oh my God!”
“Oh my… wow, Karan…” both sisters whispered, staring wide-eyed at the monster in front of them.
At a solid nine inches, it easily dwarfed both their husband’s cocks. And while it was still a few inches shorter than mine, Karan more than made up in girth. With a fat, meaty cock, that was thicker than a Coke can and pulsing with powerful veins, it was a sight to behold.
“He’s sooo thick!” Pooja Didi whispered, reaching up hesitantly to wrap her fingers around the base of his shaft, but the tips of her fingers failed to reach around his thick shaft, and her small hands trembled as she stroked it slowly, “Wow! Look at this thing…”
Karan let out a deep groan, “Ohhh… fuck… Didi!”
Meanwhile, Jhanvi seemed to have gotten over her initial surprise and was now leaning forward. Her soft, pink tongue snaked out to lick the glistening precum oozing out of her best friend’s bulbous head, and she let out a soft moan, “He tastes good, Didi.” She whispered to Pooja Did, before parting her soft, luscious lips to take the head of his cock into her mouth.
I watched in fascination, stroking my own hard, pulsing prick, as I saw my Jhanvi’s soft lips struggle to stretch around his fat cockhead, her mouth opening obscenely wide to take in her best friend’s thick shaft. I heard a soft gagging sound, before Jhanvi pulled her wet, slippery lips back up to release Karan’s cockhead from her lips.
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