My friend 3 .The first time

Part3

I pulled away from the kiss, feeling a warmth spread through me that was more than just the aftermath of pleasure. I looked at Rajib, who was watching us with an intensity that was both intimidating and exhilarating. "It's okay," Supali murmured, her hand still in mine. "It's just us."

Encouraged by her words, I reached out and touched him, my hand tracing the line of his abs, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingertips. He was solid, unyielding, and the way his muscles tensed at my touch was intoxicating. "You're so beautiful," I whispered to Supali, and she opened her eyes to look at me, her pupils blown with desire.

Rajib watched us, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices. "You're both so beautiful," he said, his voice thick with lust. "And I'm not done yet. Iti why don't you show me your boobs, I gave you a live performance, I at least deserve that much no? Supali won't mind, will you?" He looked at her for confirmation, and she just smirked, enjoying the power play.

Supali released my hand, and I tentatively reached for the hem of my nightdress, pulling it over my head. My breasts bounced free, and I felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement. The cool air kissed my sensitive skin, and I watched as Rajib's eyes widened at the sight of my erect nipples.

He leaned forward, his hand reaching out to cup one of them, his thumb brushing against the sensitive peak. I gasped, the sensation shooting straight to my core. Supali watched us, her eyes dark with desire, her chest rising and falling with her own rapid breaths. She reached out and took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently until it grew hard again.

"Rajib lie down I will take charge round two, cowgirl position," Supali said, a smoldering look in her eyes as she straddled him. I felt a pang of envy and excitement as she pushed him to the bed and climb positioning just above him. I felt his hand tugging my boobs bear his face, "Iti let me suck these please," he whispered with a pleading look.

I leaned in and offered my right breast to him, watching as his lips wrapped around the nipple and his tongue flicked it. The sensation was heavenly, and I moaned softly, my body reacting to his touch. Supali took the cue, and gently lowered her hole and I see the long shaft disappearing inside her, inch by inch, until she was fully seated.

Supali began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes on mine the whole time. The sight of her riding her husband while we shared an intimate moment was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was erotic and thrilling, and I found myself getting wetter with every stroke.

Rajib's eyes never left mine as he sucked and licked my nipples, his hands moving up to cup my breasts, kneading them as he drew out my pleasure. I could feel the heat from his breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His mouth was like a vacuum, pulling on my nipples with a hunger that was insatiable.

Supali's rhythm grew more intense, her hips rolling against his, her breasts bouncing with every movement. She was a vision of passion, her skin flushed and damp, and her hair a wild mess around her face. She watched us, her eyes hooded with desire, as she worked herself closer to another orgasm.

I positioned my chest above Rajib's face, my breasts swinging like ripe fruit, begging to be tasted. He looked up at me, his eyes smoldering with need, and opened his mouth. I didn't hesitate, letting one of my nipples graze his lips before he latched onto it, sucking greedily. His tongue flicked and circled, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core, while his hands cupped the undersides of my breasts, gently lifting them to offer more of myself to his eager mouth.

Meanwhile, Supali had started to bounce faster on top of him, her movements becoming more erratic as she chased her climax. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she threw her head back, her hair cascading down her bare back like a dark waterfall. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with the soft moans that spilled from her lips.

I watched them, feeling a mix of awe and arousal. I had never seen two people so lost in pleasure, and the idea that I was a part of it, that my body was being worshipped alongside Supali's, was intoxicating. My own hand found its way back to my clit, my fingers moving in time with the rhythm of their lovemaking.

Supali leaned back, her hands on my shoulders for balance, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She watched as her husband pleasured me, her eyes full of hunger and desire. "Ahh I am cumming," she exclaimed, her body tightening around him as she reached her peak. I could feel the tremors of her orgasm through his body, and it pushed me closer to my own.

She stood up pulling her away from penis and sleep beside us. "Hay Supali I am still hard, i hadn't cum," Rajib complained playfully. Supali looked at him with a mischievous smile, "Well, I think Iti can help with that," she said, giving me a gentle nudge.

I looked at him, his cock standing tall and proud, glistening in the candlelight. My heart raced at the thought of what she was suggesting, but I couldn't deny that I wanted it. I sat beside bed. He said me to lie down and raise my legs. I obeyed, my body trembling with anticipation as he positioned himself between them. He took my hand and guided it to his cock, showing me how to stroke him, his eyes never leaving mine.

As I touched him, I felt the power in my control, his body responding to my every move. Supali watched us, full tired but her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Good girl, Iti," she murmured, her voice a soft encouragement that made me feel like I was doing something incredibly naughty and incredibly right.

Rajib groaned, his hand tightening around mine, guiding me to move faster, to squeeze harder. His cock felt hot and heavy in my grasp, and I was surprised by how much I enjoyed the sensation of his skin sliding against my palm. I could feel the veins pulsing under the surface, his desire for release palpable in the air around us.

Supali leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "Keep going," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that urged me on. "You're doing so well." I bit my lip, my eyes never leaving the sight of my hand on him, my thumb brushing the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

Rajib's breath grew shallower, his eyes squeezed shut as he neared climax. His hips bucked up, his cock pulsing in my grip, and I knew he was close. The room was a symphony of pleasure, the only sounds the storm outside and the muffled gasps of the three of us.

"Iti, I'm going to cum," he growled, his hand tightening around mine. I watched as the muscles in his abdomen clenched, his body taut with tension. And then it happened—he released, his hot seed spurting out in thick ropes that painted my stomach and chest. I felt a strange mix of pride and excitement at being the cause of his pleasure.

As the final spasms of his orgasm subsided, we all lay there, panting and spent. Supali leaned over, her cheek against my shoulder, a look of pure contentment on her face. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "That was... amazing."

The candles had burned low, casting long shadows across the room. The storm outside had quieted to a gentle patter, as if it too had been exhausted by our passion. I looked down at my body, a canvas of our love making, and felt a sense of pride and belonging.