𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 [𝙼]

Warning: If you can't handle hardcore smut, I would suggest you skip this chapter and wait for the next update.

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"I have something special for you," India whispered into Zaire's ear, leaving him momentarily puzzled. While birthday sex was already expected between us, it didn't quite qualify as a separate present in his mind. "I'll be right back with your surprise. Just stay right here."

Dinner had ended around thirty minutes ago, and it was now just past midnight. The effects of the alcohol consumed during the evening were evident, as everyone had indulged in a mix of drinks, resulting in a lively and spirited atmosphere.

India made her way back to her room, where she had concealed the "present." From her hiding spot, she could hear Polly giggling with excitement. Opening the door, India motioned for Polly to follow her, both of them clad in alluring lingerie. They exchanged a silent signal as India placed a finger over Polly's lips, urging her to be quiet as they entered Zaire's room.

India reached the bedroom door and playfully peeked her head inside. "Close your eyes!" she commanded with a mischievous tone.

Zaire complied, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes, but couldn't resist peeking through his fingers to catch a glimpse of what India was up to.

"Ah ah! No peeking!" India scolded him, a playful smile on her face. Zaire chuckled and closed his eyes again, this time for real.

With a sheepish smile, Polly entered the room, closely followed by India.

"Hi," she said.

Zaire's eyes snapped open, his gaze darting between India and Polly, a mix of confusion and curiosity etched on his face. He took in the sexual outfits they were wearing and couldn't help but chuckle, still unsure of what was unfolding before him.

"Hi," he greeted, his laughter adding to the lighthearted confusion in the room.

"What? What's really happening?" Zaire's voice carried a mix of shock and excitement.

India's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well... a little birdie told me that one of your fantasies is a threesome, so I thought your final gift could be just that."

Zaire's expression transformed into a blend of shock and disbelief as he looked at the two women standing before him. It almost felt surreal, as if he had entered a dreamlike state. He couldn't help but wonder if he had consumed one drink too many, as he couldn't quite believe what was unfolding before him. The idea of a threesome had lingered in his mind for years, but he had never found a partner who was open to exploring that fantasy. However, India's unexpected surprise shattered his preconceived notions.

He stood up, his arms instinctively wrapping around India's waist. Looking into her eyes, he couldn't help but convey a sense of concern, wanting to make sure that she was truly up for this moment.