Suman’s heart thumped against her chest as she stepped into the pulsating nightclub. Her eyes adjusted to the dim, strobe-lit room, scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces. Widowed for two years, she had yearned for this kind of thrill, a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of her small Indian village. She had traveled to the bustling city for a week-long getaway, and this was her first night out. Dressed in a tight, red sari that clung to her curves, she knew she was going to get noticed. The fabric hugged her body, revealing the tantalizing outline of her full breasts and the swell of her hips.

The bass from the thumping music reverberated through her, setting her pulse racing as she sipped on her drink. She felt a hand on her waist, and she turned to find a tall, muscular stranger smiling down at her. He whispered something in her ear, but she couldn’t make out the words over the din of the club. She just knew he was handsome, his aftershave intoxicatingly strong. She felt a shiver of excitement as he led her through the writhing bodies to a quieter corner. He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, and murmured, “You’re the most beautiful woman here. How about we go someplace more private?” Suman’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she nodded, her heart racing with the anticipation of the unknown.

They left the club and took a taxi to his apartment. He was attentive, his hand never leaving her thigh, his fingers ghosting higher and higher. When they arrived, the room was bathed in soft, red light, setting a sultry mood. He offered her another drink, and she took it, sipping slowly as she let her eyes wander over his sculpted body. The desire she had suppressed for so long was now a wildfire burning within her, and she knew she had to give in to it. She set her glass down and reached for him, her hands tracing the lines of his chest and abs as he kissed her deeply. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Suman felt his hands move up her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back and pressing herself against him. He pulled away, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of her. He whispered, “You’re even more stunning than I imagined,” before dropping to his knees and sliding the sari off her body. She stepped out of it, standing before him in just her petticoat and blouse, which he deftly unhooked and slid off her shoulders.

Her bare skin glowed in the dim light, her full breasts swaying with the beat of the music that still echoed faintly from the club. He took one in his mouth, suckling and nipping until it was a taut peak, while his hands found their way to her wet panties. She gasped as he slid a finger inside her, her walls tightening around him. He groaned, feeling her wetness and her desire for more. Suman’s hand found his zipper, and she pulled out his thick, erect cock, stroking it gently. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his need palpable.

He stood, lifting her onto the bed and sliding off her petticoat, leaving her fully exposed. His eyes devoured her, lingering on the soft mound of her belly and the dark, inviting triangle between her legs. He kissed her again, harder this time, as his hand found its way between her thighs. He rubbed her clit in slow circles, making her hips buck and her breathing grow ragged. She was so wet, so ready for him, and the thought of finally being filled by another man after so long sent shivers down her spine.

Suman reached down to unbuckle his belt, eager to feel his bare skin against hers. He helped her, pulling his pants down to reveal his rock-hard cock. It was larger than her late husband’s, a fact that thrilled and slightly intimidated her. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock brushing against her entrance. She spread her legs wider, silently begging for him to take her. He pushed inside, filling her up, and she cried out with pleasure, her body stretching around him.

The stranger’s rhythm grew stronger, his hips pumping into her with a fervor that she hadn’t felt in years. Her eyes rolled back, and she dug her nails into his back, her body moving in sync with his. He leaned down, capturing her nipple with his teeth as his thumb found her clit, rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure. The sensations were overwhelming, and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her.

As they moved together, Suman couldn’t help but think of the fantasies she’d had, the ones she’d never dared to speak aloud. The thought of being taken by multiple men had always made her wet, and now, with the stranger’s cock pounding into her, she realized it was something she had to experience. She moaned louder, her voice a siren’s call for more.

Her lover seemed to read her mind, because just as she was about to climax, he whispered, “You’re so tight, so perfect. I’ve got some friends who’d love to meet you.” Without waiting for a response, he reached for his phone and sent a quick text. Suman’s heart raced faster, the thrill of the unknown mixing with the pleasure building inside her.

Moments later, the door to the apartment opened, and in walked two more men, their eyes immediately drawn to the sight of Suman’s bare body writhing on the bed. They were equally tall and muscular, their expressions hungry as they approached. The stranger didn’t miss a beat, continuing his relentless rhythm as he introduced them as Rakesh and Sanjay. Suman’s cheeks flushed with both excitement and apprehension.

Rakesh and Sanjay wasted no time in joining the fray. Rakesh leaned in, his tongue tracing the line of her jaw before finding her ear, whispering filthy promises of what they’d do to her. Sanjay took up position beside her, his hand caressing her breasts before moving down to her clit, his fingers playing with the slickness already coating it. The stranger inside her didn’t slow down, instead seeming to relish the competition for her pleasure.