Unexpected Road Trip With Lakshmi And Her Cuckold Husband Part-5

We left Goa early that morning, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. The car was silent at first, as if none of us wanted to break the spell of what had unfolded over the past few days. Lakshmi sat beside me again, wrapped in a light shawl over a soft white kurti. Her hair was tied loose, lips still stained slightly with last night’s gloss — or maybe with memory.

Bijesh slept for most of the ride, his seat reclined, sunglasses on, a faint smile playing at his lips. He looked content. Like a man who had seen something unfold exactly how he imagined it.

Lakshmi and I barely spoke. But our silence was heavy — with knowing glances, with fingers brushing near the gear, with shared warmth that didn’t need words. She smiled occasionally, the kind of smile that said, “We know, but no one else has to.”

By the time we reached Bangalore, it was nearly midnight. I helped unload their bags. Bijesh shook my hand firmly and thanked me for the "wonderful trip." Lakshmi just gave me a look — deep, searching, affectionate. That glance stayed with me long after I left. Bijesh told me you no need to go this late night. you can sleep here. and you are welcome any time to this home.

I agreed. He asked to sleep we both in same room. he headed to another room.

We lay together, the fan spinning above us, our bodies tired but still drawn to each other. She curled into me, one leg draped lazily across my waist, her hand resting on my chest. We didn’t say much, just drifted into sleep with the scent of each other and Goa still lingering on our skin.

Morning light crept through the curtains, soft and golden. I blinked awake to find Lakshmi already watching me. Her lips found mine almost immediately — a kiss that started soft but deepened, slow and unhurried. A warm hand caressed my cheek as we lost ourselves in the intimacy of the moment.

Then the bell rang.

We paused. She pulled away, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“I’ll get it,” she said.

She slipped into her robe and padded down the hall. I stretched, still half-asleep, but then I heard a familiar voice.

A female voice.

It was Meera. I had known her and her husband for nearly two years — I had been their regular driver. But beyond that, Meera and I shared something... unspoken. Something deeper. Something intimate.

We had been close — too close — for the past year and a half. What started as innocent chats became long drives, quiet glances, and eventually, something more.

Now, she was standing here. In Lakshmi’s home.

She saw me and smiled knowingly. “Long time, Fijaz.”

I stood up, confused, a thousand thoughts running through my mind.

Lakshmi placed a hand gently on my chest and said, “Don’t be surprised. We know each other well. Very well.”

Meera stepped in, placed her bag down, and hugged Lakshmi. “So… was the Goa trip everything you hoped for?”

Lakshmi laughed softly. “Better.”

They both looked at me — like I was a character in a story they’d already planned.

Later, they sat beside me and opened up the web of connections I hadn’t seen until now. Meera and Lakshmi were best friends. Their husbands — Bijesh and Meera’s — were business partners. A long history existed between the two couples, and for a time, they had even experimented with swapping. But over the years, their husbands had drifted away from those desires. Only Bijesh’s fascination remained — a curious, quiet cuckold fantasy.

When Lakshmi had seen pictures of Meera and me — moments we had shared — she had asked Meera if she could experience something similar. And that’s how this road trip was born.

A fantasy, carefully orchestrated, delicately lived.

“Now it’s just us,” Meera whispered. “This stays between the three of us. No one else.”

I asked but how Bijesh ?

Lakshmi added, “Bijesh knows… and he's more than happy. He had a cuckold fantasy. He fulfilled that now. He likes you a lot. And he gave full permission to have a relationship with you.”

There was a long pause. The room felt quiet but charged. I looked at both of them. Two beautiful women. Friends. Confidants. And both, in their own ways, had chosen to trust me with something sacred — a piece of themselves.

Meera's hands gently pushed me back onto the bed, her touch both commanding and tender. Lakshmi knelt beside me, her robe falling open to reveal her naked body beneath. The sight of them together, their skin glowing in the soft morning light, was intoxicating. I reached out, tracing the curve of Lakshmi's hip, feeling the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body.

Meera leaned in, her lips capturing mine in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, tasting, teasing, while Lakshmi's hands roamed over my chest, her fingers light and feathery. I could feel the heat building between us, the room filling with the sound of our breaths, the soft moans escaping their lips.

Lakshmi's mouth found my neck, her teeth grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Meera's hands moved lower, unbuttoning my pants, her fingers wrapping around me, stroking slowly, deliberately. I gasped into Meera's mouth, my hips lifting to meet her touch.

Meera broke the kiss, her lips trailing down my chest, following the path Lakshmi had taken. They worked in tandem, their mouths and hands exploring every inch of me, driving me wild with desire. Lakshmi's tongue circled my nipple, her teeth nipping gently, while Meera took me fully in her hand, her strokes growing bolder, more insistent.

I reached for them, my hands gripping their hips, pulling them closer. Meera straddled me, her heat pressing against me, her eyes locked on mine as she lowered herself onto me. She moved slowly at first, her body rocking against mine, her breasts bouncing gently with each movement. Lakshmi knelt beside us, her hand between Meera's legs, her fingers circling, teasing, adding to the sensation.

Meera's pace quickened, her breaths coming in short gasps, her body moving with a frenzied intensity. Lakshmi leaned in, her lips capturing one of Meera's nipples, her hand still working between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the scent of our desire, a symphony of sensation that left me breathless.

I could feel the pressure building, the climax approaching. Meera's movements became erratic, her body tensing as she neared her peak. Lakshmi's fingers moved faster, her mouth never leaving Meera's breast. With a final cry, Meera's body convulsed, her orgasm rippling through her, triggering my own release.

We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and satisfied smiles. Lakshmi lay beside me, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. Meera curled up on my other side, her body still shaking slightly from the aftermath of her pleasure.

In that moment, I knew that this story wasn't over. It was just beginning.