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Two people VK and RS tried wife swapping at a vacation. VK is married to AS and RS is married to RSA. But in the vacation VK will have sex with RSA . And RS will have sex with AS. Basically a mutual foursome sex.

The Goa villa’s open-air lounge was all sea breeze and low, throbbing bass from the resort’s beach party below. Virat swirled his Old Monk and Coke, the ice clinking as his gaze locked onto Ritika across the rattan sofa—her kohl-rimmed eyes holding his for a beat too long before flicking away, the gold bangles on her wrist chiming as she adjusted the slit of her emerald-green lehenga. Anushka’s fingers trailed up his thigh, her vermillion-stained fingertips pressing just shy of his growing hardness. “Still having second thoughts?” she teased. He wasn’t. Not when Ritika’s bare leg gleamed under the fairy lights, nor when Rohit’s palm slid possessively down Anushka’s back behind him. The agreement had been clear over dinner—spiced crab and whiskey-scented laughter. No attachments. No shame. Just the pulse of humid air and coconut oil as Ritika stood, the silk of her blouse pulling taut across her breasts. “Need a refill,” she lied, voice syrup-slow. Rohit’s laugh was dark as he caught her wrist. “Let me,” he murmured, but his other hand was already steering Anushka toward the curtained bedroom, her chunni slipping from her shoulders. Virat moved first. His palm smacked against Ritika’s waist, shoving the gossamer fabric aside to grip bare skin. Her gasp tangled with the jingle of her anklets as he hauled her onto his lap, her damp heat searing through his linen pants. “Say you imagined this,” he demanded, teeth scraping her earlobe. Her sindoor left a streak down his chest as she clawed his kurta open. “Since the first damn drink.” The crash of waves drowned out the slide of fabric, the wet sound of her mouth on his. Somewhere behind them, Anushka’s moan curled around Rohit’s growl—but Virat was too busy wrenching Ritika’s choli loose to care.

Virat’s fingers dug into Ritika’s hips as she ground against him, the thin fabric of her lehenga bunching between them. She arched into his mouth, her nipples hardening against his tongue as he bit down on the delicate gold chain between her breasts. It snapped, beads scattering across the tiles as she gasped. Behind them, the curtains fluttered—Anushka’s back pressed to the sheer fabric, Rohit’s hands bruising the soft flesh of her thighs as he lifted her higher. Her moan was sharp, punctuated by the slick slap of skin. Ritika’s nails scored Virat’s shoulders as she tore at his belt. “Fuck me like you hate me,” she panted, her breath hot against his jaw. He flipped her onto the cushions, the glass table rattling as he yanked her hips up. The lehenga tore easily, browning her ass to the damp night air. She was already dripping. He dragged his fingers through her folds, tasting salt and jasmine before shoving into her with a growl. Her scream dissolved into a broken laugh as he set a punishing rhythm, every thrust driving the sofa across the tiles. Across the room, Rohit’s grunt syncopated with Anushka’s whimpers—but all Virat heard was Ritika chanting his name like a curse.

Virat’s grip tightened on Ritika’s hips, his cock slick with her arousal as he pulled out. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but the sound twisted into a moan when he spat into his palm and dragged his fingers lower. “Fuck—*Virat*—” Her protest broke as he pressed a thumb to her ass, circling slowly before pushing in. She shuddered, her body clenching around the intrusion. “Tell me,” he growled, nipping at her shoulder as he worked her open. “*Yes*,” she hissed, pushing back against his fingers. He didn’t wait. Lubed with her wetness, he lined himself up and shoved inside in one brutal stroke. Ritika’s scream shattered the air, her back bowing as she clawed at the cushions. He gave her no time to adjust—just fucked her deep and hard, each snap of his hips driving a choked gasp from her throat. Across the room, Rohit had Anushka on her knees, his cock glistening between her lips. Her lashes fluttered as he gripped her hair, his thrusts rough and shallow. “Swallow it,” he commanded, voice ragged. She moaned around him, her throat working as he came—hot, pulsing—down her throat. Virat watched Ritika’s face twist with pleasure, her body writhing beneath him. “You take it so well,” he murmured, slamming into her harder. The villa echoed with the sounds of their pleasure—skin, sweat, and surrender.

Rohit stepped back, letting Anushka gasp for breath, her lips still wet and parted. Without a word, he dragged her up, turning her toward the couch where Virat was pounding into Ritika. Anushka’s eyes locked onto the sight—Ritika’s fingers twisted in the cushions, her ass reddened from Virat’s grip, her moans coming in sharp, helpless bursts. Virat glanced up, catching Rohit’s smirk. “Switch,” was all Rohit said. Before Ritika could protest, Virat pulled out, leaving her clenching around nothing. Rohit took his place, his cock sliding into her wetness without hesitation, drawing a ragged cry from her lips. Virat hauled Anushka against him, his hand fisting in her hair as he tilted her head back. “Open,” he demanded. She obeyed, tongue tracing her lower lip before his fingers hooked into her mouth, pulling her toward him. He guided himself between her lips, groaning as her throat flexed around him. Ritika arched under Rohit, her legs shaking as he fucked her harder, one hand wrapping around her throat. “Look at her,” he growled, forcing her gaze toward Anushka. “Watch her choke on him.” The air thickened with the sounds of their bodies—slapping skin, muffled moans, the slick glide of flesh. Virat’s hips stuttered, his grip tightening in Anushka’s hair as he pushed deeper. Rohit’s pace turned erratic, his breath hot against Ritika’s ear. Neither of them let up—not until the room burned with the raw, unchecked heat of their craving.

Virat’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt in Anushka’s throat. Her gag reflex fluttered around him, but she didn’t pull away—her fingers dug into his thighs, nails biting as she swallowed around his cock. He grunted, his free hand gripping her shoulder hard enough to bruise. Rohit watched, his thrusts into Ritika turning relentless. He dragged her hips back onto him with each stroke, her gasps breaking into high, breathless moans. “That’s it,” he muttered, fingers tightening around her throat. “Take it all.” Ritika’s body quivered, her cunt clenching around him as her orgasm crashed over her. Rohit didn’t slow—just fucked her through it, the wet slap of skin drowning out her whimpers. Across from them, Virat groaned, his cock pulsing in Anushka’s mouth as he came. She sucked him through it, throat working greedily until he pulled back, slick and spent. Rohit finally stilled, his breath ragged as he leaned over Ritika’s trembling form. “Your turn,” he said, voice rough. Anushka was already moving, her lips swollen, eyes dark as she crawled toward them. Ritika barely had time to register before Anushka’s tongue was tracing the curve of her spine, then lower—dipping between her thighs from behind, licking where Rohit’s cock was still buried inside her. Virat watched, his own arousal stirring again at the sight. The night wasn’t over yet.