I (27M), my cousin (and best friend) (29M), and his beautiful girlfriend (and fiancee) (26F) are all from Jammu and now work for IT companies in Bangalore. His girlfriend was my junior in the school and college l, and the three of us even went to the same college for engineering. For the past two years, I’ve been dating my girlfriend (24F) who is from Delhi, also my junior at work. Both my cousin and I have athletic bodies, well-built and of the same stature.
We all live in the same building with our girlfriends, though in different apartments. I’ve had a crush on my cousin’s girlfriend since our school days, but never pursued it, especially since I was dating someone else at the time. By the time she joined our college, she and my cousin started dating. The three of us have known each other for over decades now.

My cousin and I have always been close, especially since college. Weekends are typically spent hanging out together, and it became routine to party with our girlfriends at each other’s homes. It wasn’t unusual to see them in casual home attire—shorts, t-shirts, or even in sports bras during shared yoga sessions.
His fiancée, a tall and striking beauty, had transformed from the shy girl I knew into my hot and fuckable hot bhabhi. She had a figure that any man would desire—34-28-36, to be exact. My own girlfriend, though different, was equally irresistible, with a curvier, bustier frame-36-30-38 and that Delhi charm that had me hooked.

In college, my cousin’s girlfriend and I were quite close too. We would often travel together from our campus to Gurugram, where my cousin previously worked. She would sometimes play matchmaker for me, helping me catch the attention of girl friends as I was single during college and had just hookups. But despite all the fun I had back then, there was always an unspoken curiosity about her—what her naked body might look like, how she might sound when being fucked by my cousin. More than once, those thoughts would creep into my fantasies which turned into masturbating looking at her Instagram pics.

My own relationship was more open with my girl. My girlfriend and I often fantasised together about threesomes, foursomes, and even partner-swapping, though we hadn’t yet crossed that line. We’d joke about exploring all these desires on our honeymoon in some exotic country, possibly do a nude photoshoot. My girlfriend was particularly intrigued by the idea of lesbian sex, and whenever we watched MFF porn together, I couldn’t help but imagine her and my cousin’s fiancée together. The thought of them scissoring or giving me a dual blowjob was enough to drive me crazy. One day, we even brought up the idea of involving my cousin and his fiancée, but we always stopped short, worried about the potential fallout as it could ruin my relationship with my cousin.

One evening, my cousin and I were having beers at his place. The girls were not around, and after a couple of drinks, we decided to smoke a joint. As I was looking through his cupboard to find the stuff, I stumbled upon something unexpected—a dildo tucked away in the back. I paused for a moment, wondering what it meant. Were they into something more adventurous, or was this a sign that my cousin wasn’t satisfying her? I didn’t dwell on it for too long and returned to the living room, but the discovery left me with a new layer of curiosity about their relationship. That night, I told my girlfriend about it, and it led to a steamy conversation. We fantasised about both the girls using the dildo together, and from there, the fantasy evolved into the idea of a foursome. We too ordered a dildo and I would split roast her while she sucked the dildo, imagining it was my cousin. The thought drove us wild. Our next move was to gauge my cousin’s interest in an open relationship. Me and him discussed the concept of swinging and swapping couples before, but we had never gotten personal about it.
My cousin’s girlfriend worked in the evening US shift, which often left the three of us—my cousin, my girlfriend, and me—having dinner together. To subtly plant the idea, we started leaving condoms, bras, and panties in more visible spots in our apartment. We wanted him to think we had just finished having sex minutes before he arrived and my hi girl was freshly fucked.

Another day, the girls were out shopping again and me and cousin were hanging out in my flat and playing Fifa, My gf had to buy a new bras, so i asked her to take some hot snaps from the trial room and she did and one of the pictures showed her topless. I intentionally opened the snaps in front of my cousin, angling the phone so he could see but wouldn’t know I noticed.

He could not have thought that it was my gf who had gone shopping with his gf will be sending me nudes, so he curiosly asked me, “Scored a new girl?”

“Nah,” I replied. “Why do you ask?”

He pointed toward my phone. “So who’s sending you nudes on Snapchat?”
My cousin and I often hit on other girls and watched out for each other back, so he might have though it’s some other hookup that I am having.
I grinned. “Shit you saw them."
"Who's she". he asked.

I replied, "She’s your bhabhi. She’s just trying some inner wear."

There was an awkward pause. Then I added, “Don’t tell her you saw her naked; she’d kill me.”

He laughed it off. “No worries, I didn’t see much.”

We went back to playing FIFA, and I messaged my girlfriend to send more snaps.

My phone was on the table and got back to back notifications on snapchat in front of him but I ignored them and continued to play the game.

My cousin couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer. “Check those snaps, man. She might need your opinion, I won't look.”

With a grin, I opened them again, knowing full well he was watching. This time, she was wearing a hot red lingerie set, followed by a completely nude picture. His reaction was priceless. “Fuck, Now you’ve seen more than before,” I teased.

He laughed and said, “Still, don’t worry, I can’t see much from this side.” We have had 2 beers by now and were bit tipsy so alcohol was also speaking for us.

My confidence grew, “Never mind, you can replay them but this strictly stays between us.” and I handed him my phone.

He hesitated but eventually took the phone, scrolling through the snaps one by one taking his time. His silence said it all. I egged him on, “What do you think?”
“She’s damn hot,” he finally replied. “You’re a lucky guy.”

I pressed further. “Just hot? That’s it?”

He smirked. “Her tits are bigger than I imagined.”

“Lol, you imagined. Bigger than my Bhabhi's?”

Yeah, she’s also big but smaller than her my Bhabhi.”

We generally address each other's girl by their name but at that moment we were referring to them as "Bhabhi's" made my dick grow.

“Maybe, I could only tell if I see them” I said, glancing at his phone. “Care to show me?”

After a pause, he unlocked his phone and scrolled to some private pictures. He showed me a pic of his girlfriend in a bra. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. “Come on,” I said. “I’ve already seen her in a sports bra.”

He gave in and swiped to a picture of her topless. It was everything I had imagined—perfectly round, fair breasts with pink nipples. I finally saw the girl naked that I was fantasising for so many years. Meanwhile I had also opened my hidden gallery and played a video of my girlfriend in shower and gestured him to exchange the phones. There were 100s of nudes of his girlfriend, right from the college time to now, and I could see her body changing in the pictures as she grew up. As we scrolled through each other’s pictures, something shifted. The air grew heavy with sexual tension. Without thinking much, I stood up, pulled down my shorts, and started stroking my dick.

He looked at me, shocked. “What the fuck, man?”

“We’re both going to jerk off thinking about them later anyway. Why not do it now?” I said confidently, continuing to stroke myself.

After a moment’s hesitation, he followed suit, pulling down his shorts and starting to jerk off too His dick was a bit longer than mine by a few centimetres, but mine was thicker. I’m not gay and until then, never had any bisexual feelings before, and this was the first time I was looking at another man’s dick in all its glory. For some reason, it looked attractive. We continued doing our thing, and that’s when his phone rang. He got a call from his office colleagues, so I handed him his phone. Now he was holding my phone in one hand, scrolling through my girlfriend’s picture, while he took the call with his other hand, his dick just laying there. I put my left hand on his dick, gripped it tightly, and started jerking him off. He trembled with shock and immediately disconnected the call.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, looking at my hand still working his dick.

I removed my hand and casually said, “Nothing, just didn’t want to break your flow.”

He didn’t say anything and continued masturbating.

I found a video on his phone of my bhabhi getting fucked in missionary style. He was pounding her hard, and she was moaning loudly. He glanced at the screen and chuckled, “Lol, you found this too.”

My ultimate plan was to have a foursome with the couple, so I wanted to steer the conversation toward their sex life. I asked him, “You fuck her really well, so why do you keep a dildo?”

“Where did you find it?” he asked, sounding nervous.

“I saw it in the cupboard the other day,” I replied.

“Yeah, she has some fantasies, so we got one,” he said.

“What kind of fantasies?” I softly asked.

He took his phone from my hand and started searching for some media, leaving his dick unattended. I had to grow close to him in order to reach between my Bhabhi's legs so, I took the opportunity to grab his dick again and started jerking him off. This time, he didn’t say anything. He then showed me a video of him fucking her in doggy style while putting the dildo in her ass. Man, she seemed so reserved, but she was kinkier than I’d imagined. I took his phone and let go of his dick, which he visibly disliked.

I lied and said, “We have a dildo too. Let me see if I have a video of us using it.” I knew I didn’t, but I wanted to see if he would jerk me off if I left my dick alone. But he didn’t.

“You’ve got some work to do until I find that video,” I said, pointing at my dick. Nervously, he placed his hand on my cock and started jerking me off.

After a while, I gave him back his phone, telling him I couldn’t find the video. But instead of handing him my phone, I placed it on his thigh, grabbed his dick, and continued jerking him off.

Now, we were both looking at each other’s girlfriends while jerking each other off.

“So, what do you guys do with the dildo?” he asked.

“She fantasises about sharing it with another girl and getting spit-roasted,” I replied, without mentioning that we often imagined it being him and his girlfriend.

“Does bhabhi have any lesbian fantasies too?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, “she had a lesbian encounter with her roommate in college.” He told me about the other girl, and I knew her from college too. I had always suspected something was going on between my cousin’s girlfriend and that girl.

“Maybe our girls could try lesbian sex someday,” I suggested, nervously.

“Lol, but we’re the ones acting like gays and jerking each other off,” he said.

I nervously added, “Maybe we can spit-roast my girlfriend someday or double-penetrate bhabhi.” We kept talking about the things we could do with our dicks and how we would fuck them taking turns. I came first, and he quickly removed his hand as soon as the first rope of cum landed on it. I took over, jerking myself off until I was finished.

He was done a few seconds later, and we both sat there, catching our breath and sipping our beers.

Once we came back to our senses, he thankfully didn’t feel any guilt but just post nut clarity that we both held each other's dick. We just agreed that our girlfriends should never know about this.

Afterward, we cleaned up the floor with a mop and played video games for the rest of the evening until our girls came back. We greeted them nervously, exchanging grins with each other. I couldn’t wait for my cousin and his gf to leave so I could tell my girlfriend about what just happened.

Watch out for what happened next.