Extended family in Indonesia

Part 6

I woke to the sensation of warm, wet pressure around my groin. Blinking away the sleep, I saw Sri's head bobbing up and down, her lips wrapped tightly around my cock. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her face as she pleasured me with practiced ease.

"Morning," she murmured, her voice muffled by my shaft. She shifted her body, positioning herself atop me, her pussy sliding down onto my erection with a slick, inviting sound. I groaned as she settled into place, her warmth enveloping me completely.

Sri then leaned forward, her hair tickling my chest as she reached behind to guide Azri's cock towards her mouth. With a playful wink at me, she took him in, her throat muscles working as she deepthroated him. Azri's hands gripped the sheets, his breath hitching as she expertly teased him.

"Fuck, Sri," he muttered, his hips instinctively thrusting slightly into her mouth. She pulled back, licking her lips provocatively before turning her attention back to me. "You like watching this?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"God, yes," I admitted, my hands reaching up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She moaned, the vibrations traveling down her throat and into Azri's length.

With a swift movement, Azri positioned himself behind Sri, lining his cock up with her ass. He pressed forward slowly, the tightness evident even from where I lay. Sri arched her back, her head thrown back in a silent cry of pleasure as he breached her.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her body adjusting to the double penetration. "Harder, both of you, please."

We obliged, our rhythms syncing as we pounded into her from both ends. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, punctuated by Sri's increasingly desperate cries.

"Wait," she panted, her hand reaching for her phone. She unlocked it with shaky fingers and dialed a number, putting it on speaker. "Honey?" she purred, her tone shifting seductively. "Guess what I'm doing right now?"

There was a moment of silence, then a male voice, thick with arousal, answered. "What are you doing, Sri?"

She grinned wickedly, her body writhing under us. "I'm being fucked by two men, honey. One in my pussy, one in my ass. Want to see?"

She turned on the video call, angling the camera so her ex-husband could see the scene in all its explicit glory. His breathing grew heavier as he watched, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Tell me what you see," Sri urged, her voice dripping with lust.

"You... you look incredible," he stammered, his gaze never leaving the display. "He's... oh god, he's so deep inside you."

Sri laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. "Watch closely, honey. This is what you missed out on."

She then directed us to change positions, guiding Azri to lie down as she straddled him, taking his cock into her pussy once more. I knelt beside them, positioning myself to enter her from the side, our cocks nearly touching as we both penetrated her simultaneously.

"Yes, just like that," she moaned, her hips moving in a figure-eight pattern, maximizing the sensations for all of us. "Feel how tight I am? How wet?"

Her ex-husband's voice came through the speaker, strained and needy. "You're... you're amazing, Sri. I can't... I can't believe you're doing this."

"Believe it," she whispered, her eyes locking with mine. "Because I'm about to cum, and I want you to hear it."

With that, she threw her head back, her body tensing as her orgasm crashed over her. Her inner muscles clamped down on us, milking our cocks for every drop. I felt my own release building, the pressure reaching its peak as I spilled inside her, followed closely by Azri.