The Train Journey’s Erotic Twist – Part 3 (Secret Threesome)

I awoke to the distant chiming of the doorbell, the morning sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains. My body felt heavy, satiated, and utterly content after the passionate night with Alka Bua. As I stretched beneath the covers, the events of the previous night came flooding back – the feverish lovemaking, the discovery of new pleasures, and the intense orgasms we shared.

The door opened and closed, followed by the familiar sound of Bua’s voice instructing our maid, Geeta. I smiled, thinking about how she had taken care of me and introduced me to a world of erotic pleasure. My cock twitched at the memory of her soft, experienced hands stroking me, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy.

As I lay there, my mind began to wander to the night’s adventures, and my dick began to stir, hardening under the blanket. I was still naked, enjoying the post-coital bliss when the sound of the bedroom door opening startled me. I realized it was Geeta, our maid, who had come to clean the room.

Geeta stepped in, her eyes widening at the sight of me laying naked, the blanket barely covering my arousal. I froze, not knowing what to do, but her gaze was fixed on my exposed body. I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment, but also a strange excitement.

She must have noticed the evidence of last night’s passion- my boxer shorts and Bua’s lingerie laying on the floor, tangled together. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the disheveled sheets, the tousled hair on the pillow, and the unmistakable signs of a steamy encounter.

Geeta’s expression changed from surprise to curiosity, and then to something more. I watched, mesmerized, as she picked up my boxer shorts, bringing them close to her face and inhaling deeply as if savoring my scent. Her eyes closed momentarily, and a subtle smile played on her lips.

She began to mop the floor, but her movements were slow and deliberate as if she was in no hurry to finish. Her eyes kept glancing at me, and I felt a strange power in that gaze. I was exposed, vulnerable, yet somehow in control. The thought of her discovering our secret was exhilarating.

Geeta’s curiosity turned to boldness as she approached the bed. She bent down, pretending to clean under it, but her eyes were fixed on my naked form. Her hand reached out, and she gently touched my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I should have protested, but I was frozen, caught in a trance of desire.

Her touch became bolder, and she began to stroke my hardening cock through the blanket. I let out a soft groan, unable to resist the pleasure she was offering. She pulled the blanket aside, revealing my fully erect shaft, and her eyes gleamed with desire.

“Oh, young master,” she whispered, her voice raspy with want. “Looks like someone had a good night.”

Before I could respond, her warm, rough hand wrapped around my length, and she began to stroke me with surprising skill. Her touch was rougher than Bua’s, but it was a different kind of pleasure, raw and primal. I arched my back, thrusting my hips into her hand.

Geeta leaned closer, her breath hot against my skin as she whispered, “I knew something was going on between you two. I saw the signs. And now I want to be a part of it.”

Her words sent a rush of excitement through me. I had never imagined our maid would be a part of this erotic adventure, but the thought of it was undeniably arousing. As she continued stroking me, her other hand disappeared beneath her saree, and I heard the rustle of her fingers against her moist folds.

“Mmm, yes, young master,” she moaned softly, her hand moving faster. “I bet you gave your aunt a good time. But I can make you feel even better.”

Her words were like a spell, and I was powerless to resist. My cock throbbed in her hand, and I knew I was close to the edge. Geeta leaned down, her lips wrapping around the head of my shaft, and she took me into her warm, wet mouth.

Her sucking was fervent, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of my cock. I gripped the bedsheets, my hips bucking involuntarily as she deep-throated me. The sensation was incredible, and I could feel my orgasm building rapidly.

Just as I was about to explode, the bedroom door swung open, and Bua stood there, her eyes widening in shock at the scene before her. Geeta, startled, pulled away, her mouth glistening with my pre-cum.

“Bua! I… I can explain,” I stammered, my heart pounding.

Geeta, however, remained composed. She rose to her feet, facing Bua with determination. “I know what happened last night, and I know what you two are doing. I won’t say a word, but I want in on it.”

Bua’s expression softened, and a slow smile spread across her lips. “Geeta, we didn’t mean to exclude you. But if you’re sure, we can make this a very special morning.”

My heart raced at the prospect of a threesome with Bua and Geeta. Bua stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She glided towards the bed, her movements graceful, and began to untie her saree. Geeta followed suit, letting her saree fall to the floor, revealing her naked body.

Bua’s breasts, full and heavy, spilled out of her blouse, and she let it fall, revealing her plump, dark nipples. She slid out of her petticoat, and I caught a glimpse of her neatly trimmed bush before she climbed onto the bed, joining me and Geeta.

Geeta, her body glistening with desire, positioned herself between Bua’s legs, her face inches from my aunt’s dripping core. Bua spread her legs, inviting Geeta to taste her, and the maid’s tongue darted out, lapping at Bua’s juices.

“Oh, yes, Geeta,” Bua moaned, her fingers threading through the maid’s hair. “You have a talented mouth.”

I watched, my cock throbbing, as Geeta pleasured Bua, her tongue working magic on my aunt’s sensitive clit. Bua’s moans filled the room, and her hips bucked against Geeta’s face. I couldn’t take it anymore; I needed to be inside one of them.

I positioned myself above Geeta, my hard cock hovering over her wet slit. She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes, her mouth still working on Bua’s pussy. I plunged into her, filling her with one smooth stroke, and she gasped, her walls clenching around me.

“Oh, Abhi, yes!” she cried out. “Fuck me, young master. Make me yours.”

I began to thrust, my cock sliding in and out of Geeta’s tight sheath, while her tongue continued to bring Bua closer to the edge. Bua’s hands gripped Geeta’s shoulders, her fingernails digging into the maid’s flesh as she rode her face.

“Abhi, my boy, keep going,” Bua encouraged, her breath coming in short gasps. “Make us both cum.”

I picked up the pace, my balls slapping against Geeta’s ass with each thrust. Bua’s moans became more frantic, and I knew she was close. Geeta’s mouth worked feverishly, her tongue never faltering.

“I’m cumming! Oh, god, I am cummingggg!” Bua cried out, her body arching off the bed.

Geeta redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking rapidly, and Bua’s orgasm exploded through her. Her juices flowed onto Geeta’s face, and the maid lapped them up greedily.

As Bua’s orgasm subsided, I pulled out of Geeta and positioned myself between Bua’s legs. She wrapped her thighs around my waist, guiding my cock to her entrance. I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her, and we both groaned in pleasure.

“Oh, Abhi, you feel so good,” Bua whispered, her hands stroking my back. “Make love to me, my boy.”

I began to move, my cock sliding in and out of her warm, wet sheath. Geeta, still beneath us, reached up and took one of Bua’s nipples into her mouth, suckling it while I fucked her. The sight and feel of it drove me wild.

We moved together in a rhythm, our bodies glistening with sweat, our moans filling the room. I felt Bua’s pussy tighten around me, and she cried out, her second orgasm of the morning washing over her.

As Bua’s climax subsided, I pulled out of her and positioned myself above Geeta once more. She opened herself to me, and I entered her again, feeling her tightness envelop me. I thrust deeply, my balls slapping against her ass, and she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire.

“Fuck me, young master!” she begged. “Fill me with your cum!”

I obliged, pounding into her with abandon, my cock driving deep into her wetness. Geeta’s nails dug into my back, leaving red marks as she urged me on. I felt my orgasm building, an intense pressure in my balls.

“I’m cumming!” I shouted, my voice hoarse.

I exploded inside Geeta, my cum shooting into her, filling her womb. She screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around me, milking my shaft for every drop. I collapsed onto her, our bodies slick with sweat, and we lay there, panting, our hearts racing.

Bua, still beside us, reached out and caressed my cheek. “That was incredible, Abhi. I’m so glad we could share this with Geeta.”

Geeta, her face flushed and satisfied, smiled up at us. “Thank you, Bua, young master. That was the best morning of my life.”

As we lay there, entwined in a post-coital haze, I realized that this journey had not only awakened my sexual desires but had also opened me to a world of erotic possibilities. And with Bua and Geeta by my side, I knew there were many more pleasures to discover.