After the wild and intense sex session earlier, we all eventually drifted off to sleep, our bodies exhausted and tangled in a haze of shared lust. Arshi was curled up beside me in the bedroom, her skin warm against mine, while Manan had retreated to another room, leaving me to my thoughts.

Hours later, something stirred me from my sleep. At first, I thought it was a dream, but then I heard it again—soft moaning, muffled by the walls, but unmistakable. My heart raced, and a knot of anxiety twisted in my stomach. I turned my head to see if Arshi was still there… but the space next to me was empty.

Curiosity and dread intertwined as I quietly slipped out of bed, my feet moving almost automatically toward the door. I followed the faint sounds, every soft moan and breath pulling me closer. My pulse quickened, jealousy simmering beneath my skin as I reached the doorway of the next bedroom. The door was cracked open, and through the gap, I could see everything.

There she was—Arshi, lying on the bed, her legs spread wide and her hips arching into the air. Manan was between her thighs, his head buried deep as his tongue worked her pussy with wild intensity. Her back arched off the bed as she moaned in pleasure, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. I stood frozen, the sight of them together sending a flood of emotions crashing over me—shock, anger, jealousy, and yet, beneath it all, a burning, twisted arousal.

I couldn’t look away. My heart pounded as I watched her, my girlfriend, giving herself so freely to him. Manan’s hands slid up her thighs, gripping her hips as he devoured her, and Arshi’s moans grew louder, more desperate. She was lost in it, completely consumed by the sensation, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if she even realized I was there, watching them.

Then, without warning, Manan moved up her body, his lips capturing hers in a rough, hungry kiss. Their tongues intertwined, and I could see Arshi’s hands sliding down his back, pulling him closer. My jealousy flared as I watched him claim her mouth, their bodies moving together in perfect sync.

Manan didn’t waste any time. He positioned himself above her, his cock pressing against her entrance, and with one smooth motion, he slid inside her. Arshi let out a sharp gasp, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began thrusting into her in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sight of it—the man I had just shared an intimate night with now fucking my girlfriend in the most intimate way—sent a fire burning through me.

They fucked in a deep, passionate missionary position, Manan’s hips driving into her with a steady, unrelenting pace. Each thrust made her moan louder, her body responding eagerly to his every movement. I could see the pleasure written all over her face, the way her hands gripped his shoulders as if she couldn’t get enough.

I stood there, powerless and aching with jealousy, my mind racing with a mix of anger and twisted arousal. Arshi was his now, at least for this moment. The way she looked at him, the way her body moved beneath him—it was clear that she was lost in her pleasure, completely surrendered to him.

And yet, I couldn’t stop watching. My legs trembled, my chest tightened, and my heart pounded as I stood there, helpless, witnessing the raw, carnal connection between them.

They were lost in each other, moving in perfect harmony, and all I could do was stand in the shadows, consumed by the intense emotions swirling inside me. Watching them made me feel both weak and strangely captivated, torn between the desire to pull her away and the dark thrill of seeing her in the arms of another man.