Adultery Unchaha safar: The unwanted Journey of my honeymoon ( Completed )

[Joker44]

Shrutika ne dheere se apni aankhein kholi. Subah ki halki dhoop bedroom ke parde se guzar kar uske chehre par gir rahi thi. Usne apne kareeb haath phiraya, lekin uska husband bistar par nahi tha. Dil mein ek ajeeb si ghabrahat hui, kal raat ki yaadein abhi bhi uske tan-badan par likhi hui thi.
Jaise hi uski nazar bed par padi, ek red bikini neatly folded rakhi thi, uske upar ek chhoti si chitthi. Pehle to uska dil tez dhadak utha—uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi chehra aaya, Abdul aur Arav. Kya yeh un dono ki koi nayi chaal hai? Kya unhone yeh mazak kiya hai? Lekin jab usne chitthi uthai aur likha dekha—yeh uske husband ka sandesh tha—to ek ajeeb si raahat mili.
"Jaldi se naha lo, yeh bikini pehno aur mujhe breakfast table par milo… Phir hum beach par masti karenge."
Uske hothon par ek halka sa muskurahat aa gaya. Pichle do dinon me jo kuch bhi hua, usne uske andar ki ek nayi aurat jagaa di thi. Lekin uska husband bhi aaj ek naye mood me lag raha tha.
Nahaai aur Bikini Pehnna
Shrutika ne garam paani se nahaana shuru kiya. Jaise hi paani uske geele tan par behta, usne mehsoos kiya ki uske boobs ab aur zyada bhare bhare lag rahe the. Abdul aur Arav ke haathon ka dabaav ab bhi mehsoos ho raha tha. Bas do dinon me hi uski size ekdum se badh gayi thi—pehle jo blouse dheele lagte the, ab woh tight ho chuke the. Usne aayine me apni nangi deh par haath phera, uske nipples halka sa ubhar gaye the, paani ki thandak se ek ajib si suirli jaag gayi thi.
Nahaane ke baad, usne bikini uthai. Pehle to usne sharma kar aaina ki taraf dekha. Usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki woh itni chhoti kapde pehengi, lekin aaj ek alag si tez uski aankhon me thi.

• Bikini ka top chhota tha, uske bhari bhari boobs ko sirf beech se support de raha tha. Jaise hi usne hooks lagaye, uske gol matol boobs ubhar aaye.
  
• Bottom aur bhi tight tha, ek patli si strip uske round hips ke beech me chhup gayi. Jaise hi usne pehna, uske hips aur ubhar aaye.
  

Usne jaise hi aayine me apni jhilmilaati tasveer dekhi, ek pal ke liye vo sharma gayi. "Main itni hot lag rahi hoon?" Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha, cheeks gulabi ho gaye the.
Lekin usne mehsoos kiya ki uska tan ab ek naya roop le chuka hai. Do dinon me jo boobs pe haath phere gaye the, jo kamar dabaayi gayi thi, usne use ekdum alag aurat bana diya tha.
Ab Shrutika ready thi—beach par sirf dhoop nahi lagegi, kisi ki nigaah bhi seeti bajayegi!






Shrutika ne apne red bikini ke upar ek halka silky sundress pehna, jo translucent tha aur uske hot figure ko sirf halka sa chhupa pa raha tha. Kapda itna patla tha ki jaise hi halki hawa chali, uska geela tan uske kapdon ke neeche se chamakne laga. Uska tan mann ek ajeeb si garmi mehsoos kar raha tha—ek nayi excitement, ek naya shauk.
Jaise hi wo breakfast table ki taraf badhi, usne dekha ki uska husband aaram se nashta kar raha tha. Uske aankhon me ek pyaar bhari muskurahat thi, jaise aaj vo Shrutika ko naye tareeke se enjoy karna chahta ho. Shrutika ne halka sa smile diya aur saamne baith gayi.
Bas tabhi, Abdul waha aaya.
"Sir, aapke room ki chaavi mil sakti hai? Room clean karna hai."
Shrutika ek dum se hichkicha gayi. Kal raat ki har ek baat uske dimaag me ghoom gayi—woh taqatwar haath, woh dabe hue mounds, woh guttural awaaz jo uske kaanon me goonj rahi thi. Usne Abdul ke chehre ki taraf dekha, lekin uska expression bilkul normal tha—jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Yeh naya khel tha.
Usne dheere se keys nikaali aur Abdul ki taraf badha di. Halki si jhijhak thi, halki si excitement bhi—lekin Abdul bilkul casual tha, jaise uska koi personal lena dena na ho. Woh bas ek naukar ki tarah chaabi lekar chala gaya.
Uske husband ne jhat se pucha, “Sab theek hai na?”
Shrutika ne jaldi se sir hilaya aur apni halat sambhal li. Jo kuch ho chuka tha, uska zikr karne ka koi faayda nahi tha. Yeh naya safar tha, jisme sirf aage badhna tha.
Beach ki halki ret Shrutika ke narm pairon ko choo rahi thi, lekin usse zyada uske tan ko jo nazar chhoo rahi thi, uska asar alag tha. Silky sundress jaise pighal raha tha, aur hawa se uska body shape aur clear ho raha tha. Red bikini ke neeche se uska heavy bust ubhar raha tha, jo har ek ladke ki nazar ko attract kar raha tha. Uske gol matol hips, jo har kadam par halki si hil rahi thi, beach ke chhote shorts pehne ladkon ko seeti maarne par majboor kar rahe the.
Uske husband ne haath pakda, lekin usne mehsoos kiya ki uske aas paas ke aadmi use ek alag nazar se dekh rahe the. Koi nazar jhuka raha tha, toh koi dheere se uska tan scan kar raha tha. Uske tan par yeh nayi nazar ab ek alag kissa likhne wali thi.


Shrutika aur uske husband ne beach par bohot saari activities ki—jet skiing, volleyball, aur paddleboarding tak. Din dhoop aur excitement se bhara tha, lekin ek sport jo usne ab tak nahi kiya tha, paragliding, uske husband ne uske liye already book kar rakha tha.
Jab dono ek chhoti speedboat par chadh rahe the, tabhi uske husband ka phone baj gaya. Usne phone dekha aur turant pareشان ho gaya, phir Shrutika ki taraf mur ke bola, “Mujhe ek urgent call attend karni hai, tum paragliding karlo, main tab tak gaadi mein tumhara wait karta hoon.”
Shrutika ne pehle inkekaar kiya, “Hum baad mein saath kar lenge na?” Lekin uske husband ne mana kar diya, “Maine booking ki hai, waste mat hone do. Tum kar ke aajao.”
Usne thoda jhijhak ke haan kar diya. Waise bhi, uska dil ek ajeeb si tez dhadkan mehsoos kar raha tha, jaise kuch naya hone wala tha.
Jab wo boat mein chadhi, to usne dekha ki waha sirf do log the—ek jo boat chala raha tha aur dusra jo paragliding instructor tha. Usne boat chalanewale aadmi ki taraf dekha, lekin uska chehra ek mask se dhaka hua tha, sirf aankhein dikh rahi thi.
Halka sa ajeeb laga, lekin usne is baat par zyada dhyan nahi diya.
Samundar ki thandi boonden uske tan se chipak rahi thi. Bikini ab bhi geeli thi, aur uske body se pani ki chhoti chhoti boonden gir rahi thi. Usne halki si kapkapi mehsoos ki, hawa tez thi aur pani se nikalne ke baad uske geele kapde tan ke sath chipak gaye the.
Boat dheere dheere paragliding spot ki taraf badh rahi thi, lekin uske dil ki dhadkan tez ho rahi thi—jaise yeh safar sirf ek adventure nahi, ek naya mod le sakta tha.
Boat achanak se ruk gayi, aas paas koi aur boat nahi thi, aur zameen bhi kaafi door dikh rahi thi. Shrutika ne idhar-udhar dekha, lekin sirf beech ka khaali pani tha—ek aisi jagah jaha koi bhi usse bacha nahi sakta tha.
Usne instructor ki taraf dekha, socha ki ab ye aake paragliding ka gear lagayega, lekin vo aadmi use upar se neeche tak scan kar raha tha, jaise koi cheez dekh raha ho, koi aurat nahi.
Uske dil me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat hone lagi.
Tabhi boat ka driver jhatke se ghooma, aur apna mask utaar diya.
Aarav!
Shrutika ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Saans atak gayi.
Usne ghabrahat bhari awaaz me kaha, “Tum… tum yaha kya kar rahe ho?”
Aarav ne ek thandi si hansi hansi, "Baby, maine kaha tha na… ye to bas shuruwat hai."
Uske pehle ki Shrutika kuch aur bolti, Aarav ne haath ghuma kar ek aur aadmi ki taraf ishaara kiya. “Milo, ye hain Atul, mera dost. Maine aur Abdul ne inse paise liye the… par ab hum inhe de nahi rahe, toh socha… kuch alag tareeke se paise ki bharpayi ki jaye.”
Shrutika ne Atul ki taraf dekha, ek 38 saal ka middle-aged aadmi, jo jaise kabhi kisi itni khoobsurat aurat ko itna paas se nahi dekha tha.
Uske aankhon me bhook thi, ek aesi mardangi jo kabhi bhi Shrutika ko faad sakti thi.
Wo ek bhule sher jaisa uske saamne khada tha—jo kisi bhi pal use khane wala tha.

Shrutika ki saans atak gayi, uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Samundar ke beech mein, ek chhoti si boat, aur uske saamne do shikari—Aarav aur Atul.
Aarav ne mask utaar diya, uski aankhon me ek shaytani chamak thi. “Baby, maine kaha tha na… ye to sirf shuruaat hai.”
Shrutika ne peechhe hatne ki koshish ki, lekin peeche sirf pani tha, ek gehra samundar jisme girne ka matlab tha zindagi aur maut ke beech ka khel. Uske tan se pani ki boonden tapak rahi thi, aur hawa se uska translucent sundress chipak raha tha, jisme se uska red bikini bilkul clear dikh raha tha.
Aarav ne haath badhaya, jaise use pakadne wala ho, lekin usne turant peechhe hatkar chhoti si jagah dhoondhne ki koshish ki.
"Aarav, yeh sab mat karo… please… mujhe jaane do!" Shrutika ne ghabrahat bhari awaaz me kaha.
Atul, jo 38 saal ka middle-aged aadmi tha, usne pehle kabhi bhi aisi aurat nahi dekhi thi. Uski aankhein ek bhooke sher jaise chamak rahi thi.
Aarav ne halki si hansi hansi, "Abdul aur maine inse paisa liya tha… lekin hum inhe wapas nahi dene wale the. Toh socha, kuch aur tareeke se bharpayi ho sakti hai. Kyun Atul bhai?"
Atul ne zabaan se hoth geele kiye, Shrutika ko upar se neeche tak dekha, aur bola, "Bahut badhiya tareeka hai, Aarav… waise bhi, maine kabhi aisi cheez nahi dekhi."
Shrutika ne idhar-udhar dekha—koee rasta nahi tha. Boat ke engine ki awaaz dheemi ho gayi thi, hawa tez ho rahi thi, aur samundar ab ek qaid khaana ban chuka tha.
"Tum dono dur raho mujhse!" Usne zor se kaha, lekin uski awaaz hawa me kho gayi.
Aarav ne boat ka control sambhal liya, aur Atul dheere dheere uski taraf badhne laga.
Koi sunne wala nahi tha. Koi bachane wala nahi tha.
Sirf samundar, boat, aur do mard—jo aaj Shrutika ki taqdeer likhne wale the.

[Joker44]

Atul uske bilkul paas aa chuka tha, uski bhari saansen Shrutika ke geele tan par lag rahi thi. Usne haath badhaya, lekin Shrutika ne turant jhatak diya, apne aap ko peechhe kheenchne ki koshish ki.
Aarav ne zyada zor se hansi nahi, bas ek shaitani muskurahat uske hothon par thi.
“Shrutika, hum samundar ke beech mein hain… yahan koi sunne wala nahi hai. Chup chaap maan jao, warna ye safar aur mushkil ho sakta hai.”
Uski aankhon mein paani bhar aaya. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha, har jagah dekha, lekin ab koi chahta bhi nahi bacha tha.
Ek lambi saans lekar usne halke se apni gardan neeche jhuka di.
Aarav ne samajh liya, Atul ki aankhon me ek bhook barh gayi thi.
Usne apni muskurahat daba kar dheere se bola, "Sahi faisla, Shrutika. Tumne waqt barbad nahi kiya. Atul bhai… ab aapka waqt hai."
Atul khushi se aage badha, uske haath ab Shrutika ke geele tan tak pahunchne wale the.
Boat hawa me hil rahi thi, samundar ki lehron ka shor bhi ab Shrutika ke dil ki dhadkan ki tarah tez hota ja raha tha…
Atul, jiski aankhon mein ab tak sirf bhukh thi, ab [b]poori tarah se beqabu ho chuka tha. Usne kabhi bhi itni high-class aur khoobsurat aurat ko is tarah se nahi dekha tha. Uska har sparsh Shrutika ke tan par ek alag hi ehsaas jaga raha tha. Usne Shrutika ke silky sundress aur red bikini ko ek hi zhatke mein utar diya. Kapde hawa mein uchhal kar samundar ki lehron mein sama gaye.
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Shrutika ab puri tarah se nangi thi, uski saans tez chal rahi thi, aankhon mein khauf saaf dikhai de raha tha. Atul ne usse apni god mein baitha liya. Uske haath Shrutika ke tan par fir rahe the—kabhi uske kandhon par, to kabhi uski peeth par. Har sparsh se Shrutika kanp uthi thi.
Uske haath dhire-dhire uske sides se hote hue uske breasts tak pahuche. Atul ki ungliyan Shrutika ke soft skin ko choo rahi thi, aur vo har ek chhuan ka maza le raha tha. Atul ka haath phir uski belly tak pahuncha, aur usne gently uski skin ko stroke kiya, jaise kisi khoje gaye khazane par haq jama raha ho.
Atul ne uski neck par gentle kisses diye, phir dheere-dheere uske collarbone ki taraf badh gaya, jahan usne zyada der tak ruka, aur gahri saansen lete huye uske skin ki khushbu ko mehsoos kiya.
Pura samay, [b]Aarav wahan ekdum shaant khada tha, bas dekhta ja raha tha, jaise kisi drama ka audience ho. Uski nazar Shrutika par thi, jaise vo kisi show ka hissa ban gaya ho. Shrutika ka dil ab bhi tez dhadak raha tha, lekin ab, uske paas bachne ka koi raasta nahi tha—vo dono mardon ke beech mein fas chuki thi.[/b]
Atul ne [b]apni pant utaar di aur apna mota lund bahar nikala. Shrutika ne kuch kahna chaha lekin shabd uske gale mein hi atak gaye. Vo bina kuch kahe neechey baith gayi aur Atul ke lambey, mote lund ko apne muh mein le liya. Usne dhire-dhire usay choosna shuru kiya, har stroke ke saath uski aankhein bandh hoti ja rahi thi.
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Atul khushi ke mare jaise pagal ho raha tha. Uska lund normal se thoda bada tha, par uski motai usay khaas banata tha. Shrutika ko badi mushkil se usay choosna pad raha tha, kyonki har baar jab vo usay apne muh mein le rahi thi, uski throat ko bahut zor se stretch karna pad raha tha.
Kuch hi der mein, Atul ne ek lambi sigh ki aur release ho gaya, uske chehre par sukoon ka bhav tha. Usne shanti se saans li, jaise kisi badi tension se mukt hua ho.
Isi beech, Atul Aarav se baatcheet kar raha tha, un dono ki baatein kuch zyada hi personal ho rahi thi. Atul khush tha aur bola, "Aarav, bhai, aaj tumne jo swarg dikha diya hai, uska karz main zindagi bhar nahi chuka sakunga. Tum dono ka sara karza maaf. Aaj jo maza aaya hai, vo main kabhi nahi bhoolunga…"
Aarav bhi muskuraya, usne Atul ki peeth thapthapayi, "Bas dost, aaj tu khush hai to hum bhi khush hain. Enjoy kar, ye mauka baar-baar nahi aata."
[b]Shrutika chup thi, uske man mein kai tarah ke bhav chal rahe the, lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Vo bas apne aapko us sthiti mein adjust karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, jahan usne khud ko aaj paya tha.[/b]






Abdul ek side khada muskura raha tha. Uske ek haath mein phone tha, jisme live video call chal raha tha. Us call pe Shrutika ka husband tha, jo car mein baith kar ye sab dekh raha tha—apni beautiful biwi ko ek random aadmi ka lund chuste hue.
Shrutika ka husband chup tha, uski aankhein screen par tiki thi. Uske chehre par shock, ghabrahat aur thodi excitement bhi thi. Uski biwi ek chhoti si boat par thi, samundar ke beech, aur ek middle-aged aadmi ka lund apne muh mein le rahi thi.
Phone ki screen pe usne Shrutika ka close-up dekha—uski geeli aankhein, struggle karta face, aur Atul ka mota lund jo uske muh mein bara mushkil se adjust ho raha tha. Uska haath screen par zoom in kar gaya, jaise aur clear dekhna chahta ho.
Abdul ye sab record bhi kar raha tha. Kabhi Shrutika ko dekhta, kabhi phone screen pe uske husband ki reaction ko check karta. Uske chehre par ek teasing wali smile thi, jaise kisi bade plan ka mastermind ho.
Ye sab kuch ek boat par ho raha tha, beech samundar ke andar, jaha Shrutika Atul ki masti ka hissa ban chuki thi, aur uska husband ye sab live dekh raha tha, bina kuch bole.


Atul ne Shrutika ko boat par lita diya, uska geela, garam tan samundar ki hawa mein aur bhi sulag raha tha. Dhire se, usne apna mota lund Shrutika ki chut mein dal diya. Jaise hi uska tip andar gaya, Shrutika ke muh se ek tez "Ufffff…" nikal gaya.
"Ahhh… haaa… Atul… ohhhh!" Uska tan ek dum se jhatka kha gaya, uski chut ab bhi pehle ki chudai se dukh rahi thi, aur ab Atul ka mota lund andar ja raha tha, jo uske andar ek naya dard jagaa raha tha.
Atul dheere-dheere uske andar pura ghusne laga, uske haath Shrutika ki kamar par kas ke pakde hue the. "Aahhh… ohhh… stop… too deep…" Shrutika halke se moan kar rahi thi, lekin Atul ekdam apne masti mein tha.
Uska mota lund andar pura dhal chuka tha, aur usne tezi se thrust maarna shuru kiya. "Thap… thap… thap…" boat ke andar uski fast strokes ki awaaz ghoonj rahi thi, samundar ka thanda pani un dono ke upar aa raha tha, lekin unka tan ekdum garam ho chuka tha.
"Aahhh Atul… haaa… slow… too much… ohhhhhh!" Shrutika ki aankhein bandh ho gayi thi, uski chut atul ke mote lund ko pura stretch karke adjust karne ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Atul ne Shrutika ke pair upar uthaye aur aur bhi zor se andar bahar karna shuru kiya. "Ohhh yesss… le baby… itna tight… ahhh!"
Usne Shrutika ko doggy style bana diya, uski gol matol ass hawa mein hil rahi thi, aur Atul ab aur bhi tez pace pe usse chodne laga.
"Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!" Uske jhatkon ki awaaz boat mein ghoonj rahi thi. "Ahhh Atul… haaa… fuuuuck… ahhh!" Shrutika zor zor se moan kar rahi thi, uski halki si cheekh samundar ke hawaon mein mil rahi thi.
Akhri thrust ke sath Atul ekdum rukk gaya, uska lund andar pura daba diya, aur tezi se andar hi release kar diya. "Uffff… yessss!"
Jaise hi uska garam load uske andar gaya, Shrutika ne ek dum se moan kiya, "Ahhh… haaahhh… Atul…!".
Atul ne ek mast slap uski ass par maara, "Thapp!", aur fir uske baju mein lath jaaya, satisfy hokar.
Samundar ab bhi idhar udhar lehron se hil raha tha, lekin boat pe sab kuch ab shant ho chuka tha.




Shrutika itni zyada kho chuki thi uss pal mein ki usne sab kuch bhool gaya tha—kaha hai, kya ho raha hai, kaun dekh raha hai. Jaise hi hosh aaya, uski aankhon mein aansu bhar gaye.
Usne Aarav ki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein sawal aur dukh tha, lekin Aarav bas halka sa muskara diya aur bola, "Don't worry baby, abhi main tumhe nahi lunga. Ye toh bas Atul bhai ka payment tha, jo tumne abhi chuka diya."
Shrutika samajh nahi paa rahi thi, uska dil doob chuka tha, wo sirf ek khel ka hissa ban chuki thi.
Aarav ne apne haath stretch kiye aur casually bola, "Ab hume wapas chalna hoga, warna kisi ko doubt ho jayega."
Tabhi Shrutika ko ek aur jhatka laga, usne idhar-udhar dekha aur mehsoos kiya ki uski bikini gayab thi. Atul ne use samundar mein fek diya tha.
Usne horror se apne aap ko dekha, uska nanga tan hawa mein kanp raha tha, bilkul be-hisaab, be-dhar, be-hifazat.
Shrutika ne ghabrahat se kaha, "M-Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha... ab kya karu?"
Atul, jo side mein khada sab enjoy kar raha tha, halki si muskurahat ke saath bola, "Don't worry baby, jab tumhari bikini pani mein gir gayi thi, maine use nikal bhi liya tha."
Usne uska geela bikini aur sundress uski taraf badhaya, jo pani se ab bhi tapak raha tha.
Shrutika ne jaldi se kapde pakde aur pehn liye, lekin geele hone ki wajah se kapde uske tan se chipak gaye. Uska poora figure saaf dikh raha tha, uske nipples tak clearly outline ho rahe the. Kapde pehene ka ya na pehnene ka koi farak nahi pad raha tha.
Atul, jo ab aur bhi relaxed tha, ek teasing smile ke saath bola, "bhabhi ji, paragliding karni hai ki nahi?"
Shrutika ne rote hue sir hilaya, "Nahi… mujhe bas wapas jaana hai…"
Lekin Aarav hans diya aur bola, "Arrey, kar lo na. Husband ko kya pic dikhaogi?"
Shrutika ek pal ke liye jam gayi, uske paas ab koi rasta nahi tha. Usne aansu saaf kiye, ek gehri saans li aur chup chaap uthi.
Atul uske piche support ke liye aaya, harness uski kamar ke aas paas tight kiya, uske garam tan se touch hota raha.
Jaise hi dono hawa mein glide karne lage, samundar ke upar, Atul uske bilkul kareeb aaya, uske kaan ke paas hoth le jaake dheere se bola, "Jaldi wapas aana baby… agali baar aur zyada maza lunga."
Uske kehne ke sath hi, usne Shrutika ka chehra pakda aur do baar zor se uske hothon par smooch kar diya. Uski saans garam thi, Shrutika ka tan kanp utha.
Jaise hi paragliding khatam hui, dono zameen par utar gaye.
Shrutika turant bhaagi, apne husband ko dhoondhne, ye sochti hui ki ye nightmare ab khatam ho chuka hai… lekin dil ke kisi kone mein usse pata tha, ki ye sirf shuruaat thi.

[Joker44]

Shrutika ne apne bheegte hue kapdon ko thoda sambhala aur beach ki taraf tezi se chalne lagi. Uska dil ab bhi tez dhadak raha tha, har kadam ke saath uske tan par Atul ke haath aur hothon ki yaadein mehsoos ho rahi thi. Jaise hi wo resort ke taraf badhi, usne dekha ki uska husband car ke paas khada tha, phone pe busy lag raha tha. Uska chehra bilkul normal tha, jaise kuch dekha hi na ho. Jaise hi Shrutika paas aayi, uske husband ne muskurate hue uski taraf dekha aur bola, “Aagayi tum? Kaisi rahi paragliding?”
Shrutika ek pal ke liye halki si kaanp gayi. Uska dil keh raha tha ki ye aadmi sab jaanta hai, sab kuch dekh chuka hai, lekin uske chehre par koi ajib expression nahi tha. Usne kuch seconds ruk kar dheere se bola, “Acchi thi…”. Husband ne haan mein sir hila diya, phir uske bheege kapdon ko dekh kar bola, “Tum jaake change kar lo, fir lunch karte hain?”. Shrutika ne bas chup chaap sir hila diya aur andar resort ke room me chali gayi, darwaza lock kar diya.
Jaise hi usne kapde utare, uska nanga tan mirror ke samne saaf dikhne laga. Uske collarbone par Atul ke hothon ke nishan the, uski kamar par unke haathon ki chap ab bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne aankh band ki, aur saare pal dimaag me wapas ghoomne lage—Atul ka lund, Aarav ki hasi, samundar ke beech wo boat, husband ka phone screen par dekhna. Uski saanson ka lehan tez hone laga, ek ajeeb si garmi fir se uske andar jaag gayi, lekin usne apne mann ko samjhaya. “Ye sab bhool ja Shrutika… tu ek pativrata biwi hai…”. Usne jaldi se nahaaya, kapde pehne, aur apne husband ke paas aayi.
Lunch table par sab kuch normal tha. Uska husband casual baatein kar raha tha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. “Aaj shaam beach party hai, chalna hai?”. Shrutika ne ek second socha, phir dheere se bola, “Dekhte hain…”. Uska mann ab bhi bechain tha. Aarav ki baatein, Atul ki harkatein, sab yaad aa raha tha. Tabhi ek aadmi table ke paas aaya. Ek staff member. “Ma’am, ek parcel hai aapke liye.”. Shrutika hairan ho gayi. Parcel? Mere liye?. Usne wo chhoti si packet li, uska husband apne phone me busy tha, to usne aaraam se packet khola. Andar ek chhoti paper chit thi.
Usne dheere se padha, “Agle din subah 5 baje poolside pe milo. Surprise hai. – Aarav”. Uska tan thoda kanp gaya. Kya ye sab ab bhi khatam nahi hua?. Usne chit ko jaldi se apne bag me dala aur ek shant shakal bana ke khana khane lagi, lekin andar se, uska mann ab bhi ek ajeeb khel ka hissa ban chuka tha… ek aisa khel, jo shayad ab uski nayi zindagi banne wala tha.


Jaise hi Shrutika washroom ke andar gayi, uske husband ne apna phone uthaya aur ek [b]private call milaya. Dusre taraf Aarav aur Atul the, jo pehle se hi iske call ka intezar kar rahe the.
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Husband: "Sab kuch plan ke mutaabik hua?"
Aarav (halki hansi ke saath): "Bilkul, bhai… tumhari biwi ne aaj jo payment ki hai, uska maza lene ke baad ab koi bhi paisa nahi maang sakta. Atul bhi pura satisfy ho chuka hai."
Atul (masti bhari awaaz me): "Bhai, tum lucky ho! Aisi cheez har koi nahi paa sakta… jo kal tak sirf tumhari thi, aaj hamare bhi haath lag gayi. Maza aagaya!"
Husband (thoda ghabrahat me): "Par Shrutika ko shak toh nahi hua na?"
Aarav: "Arrey nahi, bilkul nahi! Vo abhi bhi yahi soch rahi hogi ki sab ek accident tha… bechari abhi bhi guilt aur shock me hai. Tum bas chill karo."
Husband (halke se saans lete hue): "Theek hai… bas tum log dhyan rakhna ki kisi bhi tarah usko kuch samajh na aaye. Agar vo kuch samajh gayi toh sab gadbad ho sakti hai."
Atul (halki hansi ke saath): "Tension mat le, ab vo hamari bhi zimmedari hai… aur waise bhi, ek baar jo taste aa jaye na, toh aur bhi chahiye hota hai. Dekhna, ab khud se wapas aayegi!"
Aarav: "Aur waise bhi, abhi toh game shuru hua hai… abhi bohot kuch baaki hai!"
Husband ne [b]phone kaat diya, andar se paani girne ki awaaz aa rahi thi, Shrutika abhi bhi washroom ke andar thi, apne mann ke emotions se lad rahi thi. Use pata bhi nahi tha ki uska apna pati hi uska sabse bada dushman ban chuka tha.[/b]

[Joker44]

Shrutika ne apne dost ko call kiya, uski awaaz thodi kaanp rahi thi. Usne bina kisi jhijhak ke sab kuch bata diya—kaise uske honeymoon par ek waiter ne usko trap kiya, kaise pehle usne force kiya, phir use blackmail karne laga.

Dost sunte hi shock ho gaya, “Shrutika! Yeh sab kab se chal raha hai? Tune pehle kyun nahi bataya?”

Shrutika ki aankhon se aansu girne lage. “Pichle 3 dinon se… Pehle laga ek galti thi, lekin fir usne mujhe dhokhe se video record kar liya. Ab woh mujhe dhamka raha hai… Woh kehta hai ki agar maine use mana kiya toh woh video mere husband ko bhej dega.”

Dost gusse se bola, “Saala, yeh to hadd ho gayi! Tune usko rokne ki koshish nahi ki?”

Shrutika ne thoda shaky awaaz me kaha, “Kaisi koshish karti? Jab bhi mana karti, woh kehta ‘ek baar video leak ho gayi toh tu apne pati ki nazar mein bhi gir jaayegi aur society bhi tujhe blame karegi’… Main haar gayi thi… Woh har raat mere room me aata raha, aur usne apne doosre waiter doston ko bhi bulaya…”

Dost ka gussa aur badh gaya, “Matlab usne tujhe sirf blackmail nahi kiya, balki doosron ke saath bhi zabardasti ki?”

Shrutika ne aakhri umeed se kaha, “Haan… aur ab mujhe is sab se nikalna hai! Mujhe nahi pata kya karna chahiye! Main apne pati se ye sab share nahi kar sakti, woh mujhpar trust karega ya nahi, mujhe nahi pata…”

Dost thoda sochne laga, phir bola, “Shrutika, sabse pehle calm ho. Hum is ladke ko sabak sikha sakte hain, par tujhe strong rehna hoga. Kya tu us ladke ke bare me kuch aur janti hai? Uska pura naam, kahaan ka hai, ya uske koi personal details?”

Shrutika ne haath se apne aansu ponchte hue bola, “Uska naam Ravi hai… Woh yahin ke hotel staff ka ladka hai, aur uske saath 2-3 waiter aur bhi mile hue hain. Mujhe dar hai ki agar main kuch bhi ulta karungi to woh sach me video leak kar dega.”

Dost ne thoda sochkar kaha, “Shrutika, yeh cases me ek hi tareeka hai—ya to uske phone se woh video delete karwa, ya fir security officer ko involve kar. Lekin security officer me jaane se pehle tujhe koi proof chahiye hoga ki tu victim hai, na ki willingly involved thi.”

Shrutika ne tension me kaha, “Par proof kaise milega? Woh jo bhi karta hai, secretly karta hai, aur agar main security officer gayi to uske pas video hai mujhe badnaam karne ke liye!”

Dost ne confident tone me kaha, “To tu bhi uska plan use kar! Jab woh aayega, ek hidden camera laga. Uski blackmailing record kar, uski dhamkiyon ka proof bana. Jab tere pas sabut hoga, tab security officer ko involve karenge. Aur agar tujhe lage ki ye risk zyada hai, to tujhe aur ek tareeka sochna hoga—ya to kisi strong insaan ki madad le, jo usko dhamka sake, ya directly uske boss tak baat pahunchaye.”

Shrutika ne sochne lagi… Uske pass sirf do raste the—ya to chup rahe aur suffer kare, ya fir ek strong move le aur is nightmare se bahar aaye. Usne finally decision le liya…

[Joker44]

Shrutika ab aur sehne ke liye taiyar nahi thi. Uska mann ekdum bhar chuka tha, uska sharir jo dukh sah chuka tha, uska dimaag ab aur nahi jhel sakta tha.
"Bas! Ab aur nahi!" usne apne mann mein kaha.
Wo seedha hotel gayi, uska dil tez dhadak raha tha. Andar jaate hi uski nazar Aarav par padi—wohi ladka jahan se sab shuru hua tha. Abdul bhi wahin tha, sofa par relaxed baitha, jaise sab kuch normal ho.
Usne gehri saans li aur Aarav ke paas gayi.
“Mujhe tumse baat karni hai.” Shrutika ne serious awaaz mein kaha. Aarav ne uski taraf dekha, ek halka smile diya jaise use koi fark hi nahi padta.
Wo dono ek private jagah gaye jahan koi unki baat nahi sun sake. Shrutika ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha, lekin usne apne emotions ko control kiya.
“Let's stop this here, mujhe ab aur nahi karna.”
Aarav ne ek teasing smile di aur bola, “Oh, ab tumhe sudharna hai? Lekin mazza toh le rahi thi na?”
Shrutika ka gussa ab phoot chuka tha. “Mujhe koi fark nahi padta tum kya sochte ho, bas ab aur nahi! Main thak chuki hoon.”
Uske words sunte hi Aarav ke chehre ka expression badal gaya. Abdul bhi uth kar khada ho gaya, uske chehre par ek ajeeb si muskurahat thi.
Tabhi Aarav ne apna phone uthaya aur uske saamne dikhaya—sab kuch record ho chuka tha.
"Agar humein obey nahi kiya toh yeh sab tere husband, family, aur poori duniya ko bhej denge," Aarav ne ek thandi awaaz mein kaha.
Shrutika ke haath ekdum thande pad gaye. Uske mann mein ek hi cheez chal rahi thi—"Agar yeh sab leak ho gaya toh mera kya hoga?"
Lekin is baar wo darte darte nahi ruki, usne gusse se kaha, "Jo karna hai karo! Main sidha security officer ke paas jaungi!"
Aarav aur Abdul ek doosre ki taraf dekha, fir Aarav aage aaya aur ek deal rakhi—
“Ek kaam kar, bas 3 din aur obey kar. Jab tak tera honeymoon chalega, tab tak tu jo hum kahenge wo karegi. 3 din ke baad, jab tera honeymoon khatam hoga, hum sab kuch delete kar denge aur tujhe kabhi disturb nahi karenge. Uske baad tu apni normal life jee sakti hai, bina kisi tension ke. Yeh hamara vaada hai.”
Shrutika thodi der tak chup rahi. Kya yeh sahi hoga? Main pehle hi itna jhel chuki hoon, agar yeh sab leak ho gaya toh meri shaadi, meri izzat, sab barbaad ho jayega.
Usne socha, agar sirf 3 din aur seh liya toh shayad uska future safe rahega.
Lekin is baar wo bina proof ke nahi maannewali thi.
Usne directly kaha, “Mujhe yeh likhit mein chahiye, ek paper pe likh kar sign karo ki sirf 3 din tak main jo tum kahoongi wo karungi, aur uske baad tum mujhe kabhi disturb nahi karoge. Yeh guarantee chahiye mujhe.”
Abdul thoda hasa, "Oh, ab samajhdari wali baat kar rahi hai? Theek hai, jo tujhe chahiye wo likh dete hain."
Aarav ne ek paper uthaya, uspe likha:
"Main Aarav aur Abdul ye guarantee dete hain ki Shrutika sirf agle 3 din tak hamare sath rahegi aur jo hum kahenge karegi. Uske baad hum isse kabhi contact nahi karenge, na hi iski koi photo ya video leak karenge. Yeh hamara likhit vaada hai."
Dono ne paper pe sign kiya aur Shrutika ko diya.
Shrutika ne paper ko pakda, apni aankhon se dekha, ab use yakeen tha ki yeh log apne baad mein usse zyada disturb nahi karenge.
Ek last gehri saans leke, usne socha—"Mujhe bas yeh 3 din nikalne hain… fir sab khatam ho jayega."
Aur wo apne room ki taraf chali gayi, apni taqdeer ke 3 din aur jhelne ke liye taiyar.

Aarav ne Shrutika ki taraf ek teasing smile ke saath dekha aur dheere se bola, "Aaj raat ko apni sabse hot saree pehanna… aur apne best lace wale inners bhi. 11 baje tak milna."
Shrutika ka dil zor se dhadak gaya. Usne gusse se dekha, phir dhire se bola, "Aur mere pati ka kya? Unko kya bolungi?"
Abdul ne ek halki si hasi di aur bola, "Tension mat le, tujhse pehle hi so jayega. Hum tujhe ek special juice denge, ek baar usne pee liya toh bas ghode bech kar so jayega. Phir tu araam se ready hokar humse mil sakti hai."
Shrutika ne ek gehri saans li, andar se darr aur guilt ke emotions uske dil ko chhupane ki koshish kar rahe the. Lekin ab uske paas koi aur option nahi tha.
Usne bina kuch kahe sir hilaya aur waha se chal padhi.
Uske mann mein sirf ek hi sawaal tha—"Maine yeh sab accept karke sahi kiya ya nahi?"
Ab uske saamne ek aur raat thi, jo uski taqdeer likhne wali thi.

[sushilt20]

Nice story and awesome update

[sameer.gupta2030]

[momass]

nice story ,keep updating

is category me logo ki reach bahut kam ho jaati hai ,jo login karta hai wohi dekh pata hai

[opendoor]

Shruthika

[Imaamit]

Waiting

[urb0nd]

nice story

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro...

[Joker44]

Raat ke 11 baje the. Goa ke luxury resort ka open-air restaurant abhi bhi halki roshni mein chamak raha tha. Shrutika aur Soham ek corner table pe baithe the. Shrutika ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Aaj usne faisla kar liya tha – aaj raat woh sab kuch record kar legi. Aarav aur Abdul ke saare proofs phone mein save kar legi aur subah security officer ko dikha degi. In dono harami ko jail bhej degi.  


Tabhi Aarav waiter ke uniform mein aa gaya. Haath mein tray pe do glasses – ek whisky aur ek mocktail. “Sir, madam… aapke liye special drink,” usne muskurate hue kaha aur table pe rakh diya. Soham ne glass uthaya aur ek hi sip mein adha pi liya. “Bahut thak gaya hoon yaar aaj,” usne Shrutika se kaha aur dusra sip liya.  

Shrutika ne apna glass haath mein liya tha lekin piya nahi. Uski nazar Aarav pe thi. Aarav ne usko ek chhoti si wink maari aur wahan se chala gaya.  

Sirf 10 minute hue the ki Soham ka sar table pe jhuk gaya. Uski aankhen band, saans bhari hui. Bilkul gehri neend mein chala gaya tha. Drug ka asar tez tha.  

Shrutika ka dil dhadak utha. Tabhi Abdul aaya. Black t-shirt aur jeans mein, chehra serious. Usne dheere se Shrutika ke kaan mein kaha, “Ready ho jao madam. Aaj raat kuch special hai. Bahar car khadi hai. 5 minute mein aa jao… warna video kal subah poore resort mein fail jaayegi.”  

Shrutika ne gusse mein aankhen chhoti ki lekin andar se khush bhi thi. *Aaj in logon ki asliyat record kar lungi,* usne socha. Usne jaldi se room mein aakar woh hot red saree nikali jo usne honeymoon ke liye specially pack ki thi. Bohot sexy aur revealing – low-waist pallu, deep back blouse, sirf 2 inch ki petticoat. Blouse itna tight aur chhota ki uske bade-bade, gol, tight boobs ka 70% hissa bahar jhank raha tha. Nipples ke shape saaf dikhte the. Saree ki petticoat itni low thi ki uski smooth, creamy navel aur hips ka curve sabko invite kar raha tha. Usne saree ko extra tight lapet liya taaki uski moti, gol gaand aur moti-moti janghen highlight ho. Makeup bhi bold – dark red lipstick, kajal, aur loose curly hair.  



Usne phone ko secretly saree ke pallu ke andar chhupa liya, camera on mode mein set kiya aur record button dabaya. *Aaj inko pakad lungi,* usne apne aap se kaha.  

Baharke parking mein Aarav aur Abdul khade the. Jaise hi woh aayi, dono uske dono taraf aa gaye. Aarav ne uski kamar pe haath rakh diya aur dheere se car ki taraf le jaane lage. “Kahan le ja rahe ho mujhe?” Shrutika ne ghabra kar poocha.  

“Kuch nahi madam… chup raho,” Abdul ne sirf itna kaha.  

Car mein baithte hi dono ne uske dono taraf baith gaye. Car tez raftaar se resort se bahar nikal gayi. Shrutika baar-baar poochhti rahi lekin dono chup. Raste mein sirf road lights aur jungle ka andhera. 40 minute baad car ek bade private villa ke gate pe ruk gayi. Villa bahut luxurious tha, lekin andar jaate hi unhone usko ek secret underground passage se neeche le gaye.  

Wahan scene dekh kar Shrutika ke pair thande pad gaye.  

Ek bada underground hall tha – dim red lights, stage pe spotlight, aur 50-60 ameer aadmi chairs pe baithe hue. Stage pe ek-ek karke ladkiyan laayi ja rahi thi. Har ladki ko stage pe khada kiya ja raha tha, uske kapde thoda sa adjust kiye ja rahe the taaki body zyada expose ho, aur bidding shuru ho jaati thi. “5 lakh… 8 lakh… 11 lakh!” awaazein gunj rahi thi. Kuch ladkiyan rone lagi thi, kuch dar ke maare kaanp rahi thi.  

Abdul ne Shrutika ko stage ke paas le jaate hue kaha, “Sun lo madam… aaj tumhari bhi auction hai. Sirf ek raat ke liye. Jo sabse zyada bid karega, woh tumhe raat bhar chodhega. Subah 7 baje tak hum tumhe wapas hotel drop kar denge. Paise ka 90% humara, 10% tumhara. 12-15 lakh tak ban sakta hai ek raat mein. Tension mat lo.”  

Shrutika ke muh se awaaz nahi nikli. Uski aankhen phail gayi. “Kya?! Main kuch nahi karungi! Yeh sab galat hai! Main security officer ko bataungi!” usne zor se chillaya.  

Aarav ne uske baal pakad kar usko apne paas khinch liya aur dheere se, lekin daraate hue bola, “Chup kar randi! Ya toh aaj sirf ek raat ke liye auction hoga… ya phir lifetime contract pe daal denge. Tera naam already list mein daal diya gaya hai. Ek baar yahan se nikal gayi toh koi nahi bacha sakta. Video already hamare paas hai… husband ko bhej denge, family group mein daal denge. Ab bol… ek raat ya poori zindagi?”  

Shrutika ka chehra safed pad gaya. Usne apne phone ko feel kiya – record toh chal raha tha, lekin ab yeh sab dekh kar uske haath kaanp rahe the. Woh samajh gayi thi – yeh koi normal blackmail nahi tha. Yeh bada network tha.  

Tabhi MC ne announce kiya, “Next item… Shrutika! 29 years old, newly married, perfect curvy body, 36-28-38 figure, honeymoon pe aayi hui pativrata biwi!”  

Dono ne usko stage pe dhakel diya. Lights uspe padte hi poora hall husne laga. Saree ka pallu thoda sa slide ho gaya tha, uske bade-bade boobs aur deep cleavage sabke saamne the. Uske moti janghen aur gaand ka shape saree se saaf dikhta tha.  


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Bidding shuru hui.  

“8 lakh!”  
“10 lakh!”  
“11.5 lakh!”  

Har bid ke saath Shrutika ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Woh stage pe khadi thi, aankhen band kiye, haath se pallu pakde hue. Har aadmi usko ghure ja raha tha jaise koi maal.  

“12 lakh!” ek aawaz aayi – ek 45-50 saal ka ameer aadmi, well-built, expensive suit mein. Koi aur nahi bola.  



MC ne zor se bola, “Sold! 12 lakh for one night to Mr. Vikram Malhotra!”  

Hall mein taaliyan baji. Abdul aur Aarav ne muskurate hue ek dusre ko dekha. Shrutika ke pair se jaan nikal gayi thi. Usne socha tha woh evidence collect karegi… lekin ab woh khud hi auction ho chuki thi. 12 lakh mein ek raat ke liye bech di gayi thi.  

Abdul ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Ab smile karo madam… aaj raat tumhe bahut maza aane wala hai. Aur yaad rakhna – subah hotel pahunch jaogi… lekin yeh raat tum hamesha yaad rakhogi.”  

Shrutika sirf kaanp rahi thi. Uski hot saree ab uske liye curse ban chuki thi. Honeymoon ki woh khubsurat saree… aaj kisi aur aadmi ke liye kholne wali thi.  

Auction hall se nikalte hi ek tall, muscular guard – Mr. Vikram ka personal man – ne Shrutika ka haath pakad liya. Uski grip itni mazboot thi ki uske haath kaanp utha. “Chalo madam… aapka buyer wait kar raha hai,” usne dheere se kaha aur usko bahar waiting black Mercedes mein baitha diya. Shrutika ke pair ladkhada rahe the. Usne peeche dekha – Abdul aur Aarav hall ke gate pe khade muskurate hue usko goodbye kar rahe the. Car ka darwaza band hua aur tez raftaar se villa ki taraf nikal gayi.  

Raste mein Shrutika ka dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne phone check kiya – record button ab bhi on tha, lekin ab yeh sab kuch uske khilaaf ja raha tha. Car beach ke paas pahunchi. Ek luxurious beachside villa tha – private, surrounded by coconut trees aur samundar ki awaaz. Villa ka main gate khula aur car andar ghus gayi. Guard ne usko utara aur seedha ek side door se andar le gaya.  

“Room number 3… andar jaao. Sir aate hi hain,” guard ne kaha aur darwaza band kar diya.  

Shrutika ne dheere se darwaza khola. Room mein andhera tha – sirf deep red aur purple lights dim glow mein jal rahe the. Jaise hi uski aankhen adjust hui, uske muh se siski nikal gayi. Yeh koi normal bedroom nahi tha… yeh poora **BDSM playroom** tha!  

Charon taraf black leather walls, ceiling se latke hue chains aur hooks, ek bada X-shaped wooden cross, spanking bench, suspension ropes, aur glass cabinet mein hazaron sex toys – dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, ball gags, blindfolds, paddles, floggers, aur alag-alag size ke leather belts. Ek corner mein full-length mirror tha jismein poora room reflect ho raha tha. Bed bhi normal nahi tha – king-size leather bed with built-in restraints on four corners. Hawa mein faint leather aur lubricant ki khushboo thi.  

Shrutika peeche hatne lagi, lekin tabhi darwaza khula.  

Mr. Vikram andar aaya. 48 saal ka, 6 feet lamba, well-built body – broad shoulders, gym-toned chest, salt-pepper hair aur sharp jawline. Usne black silk shirt pehna tha jo uske muscles pe tight thi, aur grey trousers. Chehre pe ek dangerous smile aur aankhon mein woh authoritative power jo bolta tha – yeh aadmi kisi ki nahi sunta, sab uski sunte hain. Usne Shrutika ko upar se neeche tak dekha – uski hot red saree, deep cleavage, low-waist petticoat, aur uske kaanp-te hue bade boobs.  

“Beautiful…” usne gehri awaaz mein kaha.  

Woh seedha uske paas aaya. Ek haath se uski kamar pakdi aur usko apne se chipka liya. Shrutika ka saara badan uske seene se lag gaya. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Mr. Vikram ne uske chehre ko upar uthaya aur aankhon mein dekha.  



“Baitho… mere lap pe,” usne command kiya.  

Shrutika ne dheere-dheere apni moti gaand uske lap pe rakh di. Uske thighs uske strong legs pe fail gaye. Mr. Vikram ne ek haath se uski kamar pakad rakhi aur dusre haath se uske loose curly hair ko peeche kiya.  

“Naam kya hai tumhara?” usne authoritative tone mein poocha.  

“Shr… Shrutika…” uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.  

Mr. Vikram ne apna muh uske gale ke paas laya aur gehri saans li. Usne uski khushboo li – mix of her perfume, sweat aur dar. “Mmm… kitni juicy lag rahi ho bichari. Honeymoon pe aayi thi na? Aur yahan fas gayi. Don’t worry… main tumhari poori care lunga aaj raat. Tum sirf enjoy karo aur chillao.”  



Usne ekdum se usko uthaya aur bed pe phenk diya. Shrutika ka pet bed pe aur uski gaand upar uthi hui – perfect doggy position mein. Usne jaldi se uski saree ka pallu side mein kiya aur saree ko uski kamar tak upar utha diya.  


Woh scene dekh kar Mr. Vikram ki aankhen chamak uthi.  

Shrutika ki creamy white, gol-gol gaand bahar thi. Sirf ek tight, thin red panty usko cover kar rahi thi jo uski moti janghon ke beech mein phansi hui thi. Panty ka fabric itna chhota aur tight tha ki uski gaand ke dono cheeks ka 80% hissa bahar tha.  

**Chapak!**  

Ek zor ka slap uski left gaand pe pada. Shrutika ki poori body hil gayi.  

“Ahhhhhh!” usne zor se moan kar diya.  

**Chapak! Chapak!**  

Do aur heavy slaps – right cheek pe, phir left pe. Har slap ke saath uski soft, juicy gaand hil rahi thi aur laal nishaan padne lage. Shrutika ne apne honthon ko kaat liya, lekin moan nikal hi gaya – “Aahhh… mmhh!”  


Mr. Vikram ne muskurate hue kaha, “Ahhh… that’s my girl. Kitni responsive ho. Ab asli maza shuru hota hai.”  

Usne bed ke side table se ek thick black leather BDSM belt uthaya. Belt ka buckle shiny tha aur uspe small metal studs the. Usne belt ko apne haath mein lapet liya aur pehle se hi laal ho chuki gaand pe ek aur heavy spank maara.  

**THWACK!**  

Leather belt ki awaaz poore room mein gunj gayi. Shrutika ki aankhen band ho gayi. Uski gaand pe ek laal line pad gayi.  

“Ahhhh… please…!” woh chillayi lekin uski awaaz mein ab dard ke saath kuch aur bhi tha.  

**THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!**  

Mr. Vikram ne belt se tezi se teeno slaps diye – left cheek, right cheek, aur phir dono ke beech mein. Har spank ke saath Shrutika ki gaand ubhar rahi thi, laal ho rahi thi, aur uski tight panty ab uski wet pussy ke shape ko saaf dikhane lagi thi. Uski janghen kaanp rahi thi. Woh bed ke bedsheet ko tightly pakde hue thi, uske bade boobs bed pe dab rahe the aur nipples rock-hard ho chuke the.  

“Dekho… kitni sundar lag rahi hai tumhari gaand ab,” Mr. Vikram ne uski gaand ko dono haathon se failaya aur uske tight panty ko side mein kiya. Uski pink, wet pussy aur tight asshole ab bilkul exposed the.  

**THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!**  

Belt ke aur chaar heavy strokes – har ek ke saath Shrutika zor-zor se chillati gayi:  

“Ahhh… ahh… fuck… mmmhh… please sir…!”  


Uski awaaz ab moan mein badal rahi thi. Gaand pe laal-laal lines ban gayi thi, lekin har spank ke baad woh apni gaand thodi si upar utha rahi thi jaise aur maang rahi ho. Mr. Vikram ne belt ko side mein rakh diya aur apne haath se uski gaand ko massage karne laga – dard ko mithaane ke liye, lekin haath bhi zor-zor se daba raha tha.  

“Tumhari yeh honeymoon ab asli hone wala hai Shrutika… abhi toh sirf shuruaat hai,” usne gehri awaaz mein kaha aur uski panty ko poori tarah neeche khinch diya.  

Shrutika ka badan pura kaanp raha tha. Uski aankhen mein aansu the, lekin uske lips se nikal rahi moans ab control se bahar thi.  

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Mr. Vikram ne Shrutika ki panty ko poori tarah neeche khinch kar uski taangeon ke paas phenk diya. Ab uski creamy white gaand bilkul nangi thi – dono cheeks pe laal-laal belt ke nishaan, aur beech mein uski pink, wet pussy thodi si khuli hui, already glistening with her juices. Uski moti janghen kaanp rahi thi. Woh bed pe pet ke bal leti hui thi, gaand upar uthi hui, aur uske bade-bade boobs bed ke mattress mein dab rahe the, nipples rock-hard aur sensitive.  


“Ab asli mazaa shuru hota hai, Shrutika,” Mr. Vikram ne gehri, commanding awaaz mein kaha. Usne apna haath uski gaand pe ferte hue dono cheeks ko zor se faila diya. Phir ekdum se usne belt ko phir se uthaya.  

**THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!**  

Teeno heavy leather strokes – left cheek, right cheek, aur phir dono ke beech mein uski wet pussy pe halka sa. Har spank ke saath Shrutika ki poori body hil gayi. Uski gaand ubhar rahi thi, laal ho rahi thi, aur har baar uske muh se zor ki cheekh nikal rahi thi.  

“Ahhhhhh… sir… please… bahut zor se… ahh mmmhh!”  

Lekin uski awaaz mein dard ke saath ab ek alag si madhosh si cheekh bhi thi. Mr. Vikram ne muskurate hue dekha ki uski pussy se ek boond juice tapak rahi thi. “Dekho… kitni gili ho gayi hai meri randi. Spanking pasand aa rahi hai na?” Usne belt ko side mein rakh diya aur apne haath se uski gaand ko zor-zor se massage karne laga – kabhi daba kar, kabhi thapad maar kar. Har thapad pe Shrutika ki gaand hilti aur uski moan badhti ja rahi thi.  

**Chapak! Chapak! Chapak!**  

Ab haath se hi tezi se spanks – 8-10 heavy slaps ek ke baad ek. Uski gaand ab bilkul laal aur garam ho chuki thi. Shrutika ka chehra pillow mein chhupa hua tha, lekin uski gaand upar uthi hui thi jaise aur maang rahi ho.  

“Ab utho,” Mr. Vikram ne order diya. Usne Shrutika ko uthaya aur bed ke centre mein le aaya. Bed pe built-in black leather cuffs the – chaaron taraf restraints. Usne pehle uske dono haathon ko bed ke upar wale hooks se baandh diya – arms stretched wide, bilkul spread eagle position. Phir uski taangeon ko bhi faila kar neeche wale cuffs mein lock kar diya. Ab Shrutika poori tarah tied thi – haath upar, taangein faili hui, body bilkul exposed aur helpless. Uski hot red saree ab uske waist pe tangled thi, blouse abhi bhi pehni hui lekin boobs bahar jhank rahe the.  



Mr. Vikram ne peeche hat kar usko dekha aur ek dangerous smile diya. “Kitni sundar lag rahi ho aise… bilkul meri personal fuck doll.” Usne glass cabinet se ek powerful wand vibrator nikala – thick, black, USB rechargeable, aur uspe multiple speed settings. Usne switch on kiya – low hum ki awaaz poore room mein gunj gayi.  

Woh bed pe uske pairon ke beech baith gaya. Vibrator ko pehle uski inner thighs pe touch kiya – dheere-dheere upar ki taraf. Shrutika ka badan kaanp utha. “Nahi… sir… please… yeh kya kar rahe ho…” lekin uski awaaz mein ab dard nahi, sirf dar aur excitement tha.  

Mr. Vikram ne vibrator ko uski wet pussy ke upar rakh diya – clit pe directly.  

**Bzzzzzzzz…**  

Low speed pe hi uski clit vibrate hone lagi. Shrutika ki aankhen phail gayi. “Ahhhhhh… fuck… oh my god!” Uski tied body hilne lagi, lekin cuffs ne usko bilkul fixed rakha. Vibrator ko dheere-dheere usne uski pussy lips pe ghumaya, phir clit pe zor se daba diya. Speed badha di – medium.  

Shrutika ka muh khula reh gaya. Uski saans tez-tez hone lagi. “Sir… bahut tez… ahh… main… main nahi… mmmhh!” Uski pussy se juices nikalne lage, vibrator ki awaaz ke saath mix ho kar wet sloppy sound ban rahe the. Mr. Vikram ne vibrator ko thoda andar push kiya – uski tight hole ke andar thoda sa, phir bahar, phir clit pe.  



Woh 5 minute tak tease karta raha – speed badhata, kam karta, kabhi clit pe, kabhi pussy ke andar. Shrutika ab control kho chuki thi. Uski gaand bed pe uchhal rahi thi (jitna possible tha tied hone ke bawajood), boobs upar neeche ho rahe the, nipples bilkul tight.  

“Aur nahi… sir… please… main aa jaungi… ahhhhh!”  

Tabhi Mr. Vikram ne vibrator ko side mein rakh diya aur apni trousers ka button khola. Uska lamba, mota, rock-hard cock bahar aa gaya – 8 inch ka, thick veins wala. Usne Shrutika ke muh ke paas aa kar uske baal pakde (jitna tied position allow karta tha).  

“Ab muh kholo… aur chooso,” usne authoritative awaaz mein kaha.  

Shrutika ne aankhen band kiye aur apna muh khol diya. Mr. Vikram ne apna cock uske lips pe ragda aur ek hi jhatke mein andar push kar diya – deep throat tak. Shrutika gag hui lekin tied hone ki wajah se kuch nahi kar paayi. Usne zor-zor se suck karna shuru kar diya – tongue se lick karte hue, cheeks hollow karte hue. Mr. Vikram ne uske muh ko fuck karna shuru kiya – slow aur deep strokes. Har stroke pe uski throat tak ja raha tha.  



“Bahut achha… choos randi… apne buyer ka lund choos,” woh bolta raha.  

Vibrator ko usne phir se on kiya aur ek haath se uski clit pe laga diya jabki dusre haath se uske muh mein thrust kar raha tha. Double stimulation – vibrator clit pe tez speed pe aur cock throat mein.  


Shrutika ka badan ekdum se tight ho gaya. Uski aankhen roll back ho gayi. Uski tied body kaanp rahi thi, gaand hil rahi thi.  

“Sir… mmmhh… gluck… ahhhh… main… aa rahi hoon…!”  

Mr. Vikram ne vibrator ko aur zor se daba diya.  

Tabhi Shrutika ka pehla zor ka orgasm aaya – aur yeh normal nahi tha. Uski pussy se ek zor ka fountain nikla – **squirting**! Paani ki dhaar vibrator ke upar se nikal kar bed pe giri. Uski body jerk kar rahi thi, tied limbs hil rahe the, muh mein lund ke saath zor-zor se moan nikal rahe the.  

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh… fuck… sir… main… squirting kar rahi hoon… ahhh mmmhhh!”  

Woh lagatar 15-20 seconds tak squirted karti rahi – bed sheet poori wet ho gayi. Mr. Vikram ne uske muh se apna cock nikaala aur uski squirting dekhte hue muskuraya. Shrutika ki aankhen band thi, saans phooli hui, chehra glow kar raha tha. Uski gaand aur thighs ab bhi kaanp rahe the.  

“Wah… meri bichari honeymoon wali biwi… pehli baar itna zor se squirted kiya na?” Mr. Vikram ne uske chehre pe haath ferte hue kaha. “Abhi toh sirf shuruaat hai… ab asli BDSM session shuru hoga.”  


Shrutika abhi bhi bed pe leti hui thi – haath aur taangein abhi bhi cuffs mein tied, saans phooli hui, chehra glow kar raha tha. Uski pussy se abhi bhi halki-halki squirting ki boondein tapak rahi thi aur bed sheet poori tarah wet ho chuki thi. Mr. Vikram ne muskurate hue vibrator side mein rakh diya aur dheere-dheere saare cuffs khol diye. Shrutika ki body bilkul nangi aur helpless leti hui thi.  

“Wah… meri honeymoon wali randi… pehli baar itna zor ka squirt kiya na? Ab poori raat yeh body meri hai,” usne gehri awaaz mein kaha.  



Usne pehle uski tangled hot red saree ko poori tarah khinch kar phenk diya. Phir uske tight chhote blouse ke hooks ek-ek karke khole. Blouse ke dono cups ne uske bade-bade, gol, firm boobs ko daba rakha tha – jaise hi blouse utra, dono boobs zor se jhool gaye. Nipples bilkul rock-hard aur dark pink the. Ab Shrutika poori tarah nangi thi – bilkul naked, 36-28-38 ki curvy figure, creamy skin ab paseene se chamak rahi thi. Uski moti gaand abhi bhi laal thi belt ke nishaanon se, thighs wet thi apne juices se, aur uske bade boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the har saans ke saath. Poora badan paseene se bhiga hua tha – bilkul sweaty aur juicy.  

Mr. Vikram ki aankhen chamak uthi. “Kitni perfect maal hai tu… 12 lakh diye the is raat ke liye, aur ab main is paise ka pura-pura faayda uthaunga. Aaj raat tu meri personal fuck toy hai.”  

Woh uske upar jhuka aur shuru kiya uski poori body ko chaatna. Sabse pehle uske gale ki side pe – gehri licks, phir uske armpits tak. Shrutika ka badan kaanp utha. “Sir… ahhh…” usne dheemi si siski li. Mr. Vikram ne uske dono bade boobs ko dono haathon se pakda, zor se dabaya aur nipples ko muh mein le kar zor-zor se chusne laga. Uski jeebh nipples ke around ghuma rahi thi, kabhi halka sa kaat raha tha. Shrutika ki aankhen band ho gayi, uske haath uske baal mein jaa kar pakad liye.  

Phir neeche – uske pet pe, navel ke andar jeebh daal kar chat-ta raha tha. Uski creamy thighs ko faila kar andar ki taraf licks, phir uski laal gaand ke dono cheeks ko muh se chus-ta hua. Sabse last mein uski wet pussy pe – poori jeebh se lick kiya, clit ko chus-ta raha, andar tak jeebh daal di. Shrutika ab control mein nahi thi. Uski taangein khud-ba-khud fail rahi thi.  



“Mmm… kitni tasty ho… paseene aur pussy juice ka mix… bilkul perfect,” Mr. Vikram ne bolte hue kaha aur 15-20 minute tak uski poori body ko lick karta raha – jaise koi juicy fruit ho. Har jagah haathon se bhi daba raha tha, pinch kar raha tha, thapad maar raha tha. Shrutika ke muh se sirf moans nikal rahe the – “Ahhh… sir… please… maza aa raha hai…”  

Ab usne Shrutika ko bed pe seedha kiya aur khud uske upar aa gaya. “Ab asli chudai shuru hoti hai… 12 lakh ka proper use ab hoga.”  

Pehla round – **hard doggy style**. Usne Shrutika ko palat kar uski gaand upar ki aur ek hi jhatke mein apna 8-inch mota lund uski wet pussy mein ghusa diya. “Ahhhhhhhhhh… fuck… bahut bada hai sir!” Shrutika chillayi. Mr. Vikram ne uske baal pakde, uski kamar ko pakad kar zor-zor se dhakke maare – har dhakke pe uski gaand hil rahi thi aur “phach-phach” ki awaaz poore room mein gunj rahi thi. Uski laal gaand pe thapad maarte hue woh chodhta raha. 10 minute tak non-stop – Shrutika ka dusra orgasm aa gaya, uski pussy uske lund ko jakad rahi thi.  



Phir position badli – **missionary with legs on shoulders**. Usne Shrutika ki dono taangein apne kandhon pe rakh di aur bahut deep penetration mein chodne laga. Har dhakke pe uska lund uski cervix tak ja raha tha. Shrutika ke boobs zor-zor se uchhal rahe the. “Dekh… 12 lakh ki biwi ko kaise chod raha hoon… poori raat teri chut meri hai!”  



Teesra round – **cowgirl**. Usne khud let gaya aur Shrutika ko upar baitha diya. “Ab tu chal randi… apne buyer ko khush kar.” Shrutika ne thak kar bhi apni gaand upar-neeche karna shuru kiya. Uske bade boobs uske muh ke paas the – woh unko chus raha tha jabki woh ride kar rahi thi.  

Phir **standing fuck against the mirror** – usne usko utha kar mirror ke saamne khada kiya, peeche se ghusa diya aur mirror mein usko dikha raha tha ki kaise uski gaand hil rahi hai. “Dekh… kitni slut ban gayi hai tu aaj…”  

Raat bhar yeh silsila chalta raha. Har round ke baad woh uske andar hi cum kar deta – **creampie**. Pehla cum doggy mein – garam, thick cum uski pussy ke andar bhar gaya. Dusra missionary mein – itna zyada ki jab usne nikaala toh cum uski thighs pe tapakne laga. Teesra cowgirl mein – Shrutika khud uske upar leti hui thi jab woh andar bhar raha tha.  



Har baar woh bolta, “Yeh 12 lakh ka paisa waste nahi hone dunga… teri har ched aaj raat meri hai.”  



Shrutika ab poori tarah surrender kar chuki thi. Uski body paseene se tar, pussy se cum aur juices ka mix nikal raha tha, gaand laal, boobs pe bite marks. Woh baar-baar orgasm le rahi thi – kabhi squirting, kabhi normal. Raat ke 3 baje tak 5-6 rounds ho chuke the. Har round ke beech mein woh usko thoda rest deta, paani pilata, lekin phir se shuru. Kabhi belt se halka spank, kabhi nipple clamps laga kar, kabhi usko bed pe letakar sirf uske boobs ko massage karte hue chodta.  

Subah ke 6:30 baje tak Mr. Vikram ne ek final creampie uske andar diya aur uske upar let gaya. Shrutika bilkul thaki hui, aankhen band, lekin chehre pe ek madhosh si smile. Uska badan abhi bhi kaanp raha tha.  

“Ab jaa… subah 7 baje tak hotel pahunch jayegi. Abdul aur Aarav wait kar rahe honge. Par yaad rakhna… 12 lakh ka proper use ho gaya aaj raat,” Mr. Vikram ne uske gaal pe kiss karte hue kaha.  

Shrutika kuch nahi boli – sirf saans le rahi thi. Uski honeymoon ki yeh raat ab hamesha ke liye uske dimag mein daag ban chuki thi.  


Subah ke 6:45 baje Mr. Vikram ke beachside villa ka darwaza khula. Shrutika ko ek black Mercedes mein baitha diya gaya tha. Uski body abhi bhi thaki hui thi – raat bhar ke wild BDSM aur non-stop chudai ke nishaan poore badan pe the. Uski hot red saree ab thodi si messy thi, pallu sahi se lapeta nahi gaya tha, blouse ke hooks mein se ek do khule hue the. Gaand pe abhi bhi belt ke laal-laal lines the, thighs pe bite marks, boobs pe nipple clamps ke halke nishaan, aur uski pussy se abhi bhi Mr. Vikram ka thick cum dheere-dheere tapak raha tha. Uski taangein kaanp rahi thi, chalte waqt har kadam pe dard aur thakaan mehsoos ho rahi thi.  

Driver (Vikram ka personal guard) ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf car start ki aur resort ki taraf nikal gaya. Raste mein Shrutika ki aankhen band thi, lekin uska dimag tez chal raha tha. *Sab record ho gaya hoga… security officer ko dikhaungi… in sabko jail bhej dungi…* Usne apna phone pallu ke andar feel kiya – record button ab bhi on tha (ya woh aisa soch rahi thi).  

Resort pahunchte hi guard ne usko drop kar diya. “Room number 412… jao madam. Subah 7 baje se pehle andar pahunch jao.” Shrutika ne dheere se room ka darwaza khola.  

Andar ka scene dekh kar uski saans ruk gayi.  

Soham – uska pati – abhi bhi bed pe let kar gehri neend mein so raha tha. Uska muh thoda sa khula hua tha, saans bhari hui, bilkul waise hi jaise kal raat drug wali whisky peene ke baad chhod gaya tha. Room mein lights band thi, sirf balcony se halki subah ki roshni aa rahi thi. Shrutika ne darwaza dheere se band kiya aur andar aayi. Uski aankhen mein aansu aa gaye the – kal raat jo kuch hua tha, woh sab uske pati ke saamne hi hua tha, lekin woh bewakoof so raha tha.  

Uski body ab bahut gandi aur sticky thi. Usne jaldi se bathroom ki taraf badh gayi. Darwaza band kiya aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Jo woh dekh rahi thi, usse uska dil dhadak utha.  

Uski creamy skin pe har taraf nishaan the – gaand pe laal-laal belt ke stripes, thighs pe finger marks, boobs pe bite marks aur suck karne ke purple hickeys. Uski pussy abhi bhi thodi si khuli hui thi aur andar se white thick cum nikal raha tha – Mr. Vikram ke 5-6 creampies ka nishaan. Uski moti gaand abhi bhi garam aur sensitive thi. Woh neeche jhuki aur shower on kar diya. Garam paani uske badan pe girta raha. Usne apni body ko zor-zor se ragda – jaise kal raat ki yaadon ko dhona chahti ho. Lekin har ragadne ke saath uski pussy se aur cum nikal raha tha. Uski aankhen band ho gayi, ek halki si siski nikal gayi.  



15 minute tak shower lene ke baad woh bahar aayi. Usne ek simple nighty pehen li – soft pink cotton wali, jo uske bade boobs aur moti gaand pe tight thi. Makeup utaar diya tha, baal geele the. Woh bed pe aayi aur Soham ke paas let gayi. Usne apna sir uske seene pe rakh diya aur usko tightly hug kar liya. Thakaan itni zyada thi ki aankhen band hote hi woh gehri neend mein chali gayi.  

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Jab Shrutika ki aankhen khuli toh room mein subah ki tez roshni thi. Clock pe 9:45 baje the. Usne side mein haath badhaya – Soham nahi tha. Bed khali tha. Uski neend khul gayi. “Soham?” usne dheere se awaaz di, lekin koi jawab nahi.  

Uth kar usne phone uthaya aur turant usko call kiya.  

Ring jaate hi Soham ne uthaya. Background mein samundar ki lahar aur logon ki awaazein aa rahi thi. “Hello jaan… uth gayi? Sorry, tu itni gehri neend mein thi na, maine socha tujhe disturb nahi karun. Main beach pe hoon… thoda walk kar raha tha aur coffee pi raha hoon. Tu fresh ho ja, main 10-15 minute mein aa jaunga.”  

Shrutika ne halki si muskurahat ki. “Theek hai… jaldi aana.” Call cut karte hi usne saans li. Lekin uska dil abhi bhi dhadak raha tha. Kal raat ka sab kuch yaad aa raha tha – auction, BDSM room, Mr. Vikram ka lund, uski squirting, raat bhar ke creampies…  

Tabhi usne phone ko unlock kiya.  

Pehle toh sab normal dikha. Lekin jab usne gallery kholi…  

**Sab kuch khali tha.**  

Kal raat ka recording – woh secret video jo usne saree ke pallu mein chhupakar on kiya tha – gone. Koi video nahi. Koi photo nahi. Koi audio clip nahi. Even uske normal honeymoon photos bhi delete ho chuke the. Phone ka recent calls, messages – sab clean. Jaise kisi ne factory reset kar diya ho, lekin sirf data hi erase kiya gaya tha.  

Shrutika ka chehra safed pad gaya. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Usne gallery refresh kiya, trash folder check kiya, cloud backup dekha – kuch nahi. Poora evidence jo usne itni himmat se collect karne ki koshish ki thi… sab khatam.  

“Ye… ye kaise ho gaya?” usne khud se poocha. Uski aankhen mein aansu bhar aaye. “Maine toh record kiya tha… maine dekha tha on tha…”  

Woh bed pe baith gayi. Haath muh pe rakh kar zor-zor se rone lagi. Uski saans phool rahi thi, body kaanp rahi thi. “Ab kya karungi main? Kisi ko bataungi bhi toh kya proof hai? Abdul… Aarav… Vikram… sab jaante hain. Aur ab… ab mera phone bhi saaf kar diya…”  

Aansu uske gaalon pe beh rahe the. Uski nighty geeli ho gayi thi. Woh sirf rone lagi – darr, gussa, thakaan aur bebasipan ka mix. Kal raat usne socha tha woh in logon ko pakad legi… aur aaj woh khud aur zyada fas chuki thi.  

Baharke balcony se samundar ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Shrutika ne phone ko zor se bed pe phenka aur apne ghutnon mein muh chhupa kar zor-zor se roti rahi.  

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Subah ke 10:15 baje the. Shrutika abhi bhi bed pe baithi thi, ghutnon mein muh chhupaye hue. Aansu uske gaalon pe sukh chuke the lekin aankhen abhi bhi laal thi. Phone bed pe phenka hua tha – gallery khali, sab evidence delete. Uski body abhi bhi raat bhar ki chudai ke nishaanon se bhari hui thi. Gaand pe Mr. Vikram ke belt ke laal-laal stripes abhi bhi garam aur sensitive the. Thighs pe finger marks, boobs pe bite marks aur purple hickeys, aur uski pussy abhi bhi thodi si swollen aur andar se halka sa sticky mehsoos ho raha tha. Har harkat karte waqt dard ki tez lahar uske badan mein daud jaati thi.  


Tabhi room ka darwaza khula. Soham andar aaya – beach se wapas, uske chehre pe fresh smile, haath mein do coffee cups. “Jaan uth gayi? Sorry, maine socha tu itni thaki hui thi toh main akela hi beach walk kar aata hoon.” Usne coffee table pe rakh di aur uske paas aa kar uske gaal pe kiss kiya.  

Shrutika ne jaldi se muskurahat laga li. “Haan… uth gayi. Tu kitna thoughtful hai na.” Usne coffee uthaya aur ek chhoti si sip li. Andar se uska dil toot raha tha, lekin woh bahar se bilkul normal bani rahi. Dono ne room service se breakfast order kiya – aloo paratha, fresh juice aur fruits. Table pe baithe hue Soham baar-baar usko dekhta raha. “Aaj tu thodi si tired lag rahi hai jaan… honeymoon pe bhi itni thak kyun rahi hai?”  

Shrutika ne halka sa hans kar kaha, “Kal raat… thoda zyada ho gaya tha na.” Usne apni thighs ko dheere se press kiya – dard abhi bhi tha. Breakfast ke dauran woh chup-chup se apne badan ko feel karti rahi. Har baar jab woh chair pe shift karti, uski gaand pe belt ke nishaan usko Mr. Vikram ki authoritative awaaz yaad dilate – “That’s my girl…”  


Breakfast khatam hone ke baad Shrutika ne Soham ke kandhe pe sir rakh diya. “Soham… aaj main bahut thak gayi hoon. Body mein dard hai. Room mein hi rest karungi. Tu akela mat ghum, lekin mujhe thoda time de de.”  

Soham ne uske baal sehlate hue kaha, “Koi baat nahi jaan. Main resort ka spa book kar deta hoon. Private massage session – couple room mein. Tu relax kar le. Main bhi thoda beach pe hi rahaunga.” Usne turant phone uthaya aur 90-minute premium oil massage booking kar diya.  

Shrutika ne ek soft white bikini pehna – bilkul simple lekin uski curvy body ko perfectly highlight karne wala. 36D ke bade-bade boobs bikini top mein mushkil se samaye hue the, deep cleavage saaf dikhti thi. Bottom itna chhota tha ki uski moti gaand ke dono cheeks ka half hissa bahar tha. Upar se usne ek light robe pehen li.  

Spa room mein pahunchte hi ek young, well-built male masseur (naam Rahul, lagbhag 28 saal) ne unka welcome kiya. Room dim lights mein tha, soft music baj raha tha, aur hawa mein lavender aur coconut oil ki khushboo thi. Soham ne sirf usko drop kiya aur bahar wait karne chala gaya.  

Rahul ne muskurate hue kaha, “Madam, aap table pe let jaiye. Poori body massage karunga – back, shoulders, legs, sab.”  

Shrutika pet ke bal let gayi. Rahul ne uski robe hatayi aur bikini top ke strings khol diye (professional tarike se). Jaise hi usne warm oil uski peeth pe daala aur strong haathon se dabana shuru kiya, Shrutika ki aankhen band ho gayi. “Ahhh…” ek halki si siski nikal gayi. Rahul ke haath bahut mazboot the – shoulders pe deep pressure, spine ke neeche tak. Jab woh uski lower back pe pahuncha toh usne dheere se uski bikini bottom ko thoda sa neeche khiska diya.  

Uski moti, laal gaand ab almost exposed thi. Rahul ne oil daala aur dono cheeks ko zor-zor se massage karne laga. Har dabav pe Shrutika ka badan kaanp utha. Belt ke nishaan saaf dikhte the. Rahul ne unko dekha lekin kuch nahi bola – sirf ek chhoti si smile di aur aur zor se dabaane laga. “Relax madam… aapke muscles bahut tight hain.” Usne thighs pe bhi oil lagaya aur inner thighs tak haath ghumaya – bahut close, bahut intimate. Shrutika ki pussy thodi si geeli hone lagi. Woh apne honthon ko kaat rahi thi.  


Phir usne usko palat diya. Ab Shrutika upar leti hui thi, boobs bilkul exposed. Rahul ne dono boobs pe oil daala aur dheere-dheere massage karne laga – circles mein, kabhi nipples ko halka sa pinch karte hue. Shrutika ki saans tez ho gayi. “Sir… ahhh… yahan… bahut sensitive hai…” lekin Rahul professional tha, sirf massage hi kar raha tha. Phir usne uski thighs aur lower belly pe bhi haath ferte hue full body ko relax kar diya.  

90 minute baad jab session khatam hua, Shrutika sach mein alag mehsoos kar rahi thi. Body ka dard kam ho gaya tha, muscles loose, mind thoda sa shant. Usne Rahul ko thank kiya aur robe pehen li. Bahar aate hi Soham ne usko hug kiya. “Kaisa laga jaan?”  

“Bahut achha… ab main fresh feel kar rahi hoon,” usne muskurate hue kaha.  

Shaam ke 7:30 baje dono ready hue. Shrutika ne ek beautiful sky-blue sundress pehna – low-cut neckline jo uske bade boobs ka 60% hissa dikha raha tha, dress waist pe tight aur hips pe flare, length knee ke upar. Light makeup, loose curly hair, aur subtle perfume. Soham ne usko dekhte hi whistle maari. “Meri biwi aaj bilkul bomb lag rahi hai!”  

Dono beachside candle-light dinner pe gaye. Table samundar ke bilkul paas, waves ki awaaz, soft lighting aur romantic music. Soham ne uske haath pakde aur baar-baar usko compliment karta raha. Dinner ke dauran woh uske paas aa kar uske lips pe kiss karne laga – pehle soft, phir deep. Uski jeebh uske muh mein ghusi aur Shrutika ne respond kiya. Soham ne uske neck pe kiss kiya, ear lobe ko halka sa kaata.  

Lekin Shrutika ke dimag mein sirf kal raat ki yaadein ghum rahi thi. Jab Soham uske boobs pe haath fer raha tha dress ke upar se, usko Mr. Vikram ka strong grip yaad aa gaya – kaise usne usko bed pe phenka tha, kaise belt se spank kiye the, kaise usne uski poori body chaati thi. Kiss ke beech woh thoda sa shiver kar gayi. Uski pussy mein ek halki si current daud gayi. Woh apne aap ko rok rahi thi lekin yaadein control se bahar thi.  



Dinner khatam hone ke baad dono room ki taraf chal diye. Room mein lights dim karte hi Soham ne usko wall se chipka diya. “Aaj raat main tujhe bahut pyar karunga jaan… honeymoon wali raat jaise.” Usne uski sundress ke straps neeche kiye aur uske boobs ko bahar nikala, nipples ko chusne laga. Shrutika ne usko tightly hug kiya lekin uske dimag mein Mr. Vikram ka 8-inch mota lund aur raat bhar ke creampies chal rahe the.  

Usne dheere se Soham ko door kiya aur muskurate hue kaha, “Pehle ek drink le lo na… mood ban jayega.”  

Usne fridge se whisky nikaali – wohi bottle jismein Aarav ne already medicine mix kar diya tha. Usne ek full glass bhar kar Soham ko diya. Soham ne muskura kar pi liya aur 10 minute mein hi uska sar ghumne laga. “Jaan… mujhe neend aa rahi hai…” Woh bed pe let gaya aur gehri neend mein so gaya.  



Shrutika uske paas baithi rahi, uske chehre ko dekhti rahi. Uski aankhen mein phir se aansu aa gaye the. Tabhi room ka darwaza dheere se knock hua.  

Baharke Aarav aur Abdul khade the – dono ke chehre pe wohi dangerous smile. Aarav ne usko short white semi-transparent beach dress pakda diya. “Ready ho jao madam… aaj yacht party hai. Bahut bade log wait kar rahe hain.”  

Shrutika ne saans li aur dress change karne ke liye bathroom ki taraf badh gayi.  
  

Shrutika bathroom mein ghusi aur darwaza band kar diya. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi jab usne woh short white semi-transparent beach dress utara. Fabric itna thin aur see-through tha ki andar se uski skin saaf dikhti thi. Usne apni pink nighty utari aur andar sirf micro bikini pehen liya – top itna chhota ki uske bade-bade 36D boobs ka 80% hissa bahar jhank raha tha, nipples ke shape bilkul clear. Bottom sirf ek thin string tha jo uski moti gaand ke beech mein phans gaya tha aur pussy lips ke dono taraf se bahar nikal aaya tha. Dress ko upar chadhaya toh woh uske thighs ke upar tak hi pahunchi – har kadam pe uski gaand ke neeche se panty ka white fabric dikhta tha.  


Usne mirror mein dekha. Honeymoon wali sundar biwi ab bilkul alag lag rahi thi – makeup thoda bold, lips glossy red, baal loose aur wavy. Usne saans li aur bahar aayi. Aarav aur Abdul dono usko upar se neeche tak ghoor rahe the.  

“Perfect madam… aaj yacht pe sabke liye special treat ho tum,” Aarav ne muskurate hue kaha aur uska haath pakad kar bahar le gaya. Resort ke private beach ki taraf car tez raftaar se nikal gayi. Raste mein koi baat nahi hui. Shrutika sirf window se bahar dekhti rahi, uske dimag mein kal raat ke Mr. Vikram ke creampies aur aaj shaam ke Soham ke pyar bhare kisses ghum rahe the.  

Yacht dock pe pahunchte hi music ki dheemi dhun aur ladkiyon ki halki si chillayein sunai di. Ek badi luxurious private yacht thi – upper deck pe colourful lights, bar counter, soft couches aur samundar ki lahar ke saath. Aarav ne usko ladder chadhaya. Jaise hi woh deck pe pahunchi, uski aankhen phail gayi.  

8-10 ameer aadmi (sab 40-55 ke beech, suits utaar kar casual shirts aur shorts mein) already baith kar drink kar rahe the. 5-6 dusri ladkiyan bhi thi – kuch honeymoon wali jaise hi lag rahi thi, kuch professional escorts. Sabke kapde bahut chhote aur revealing the. Ek ladki already ek uncle ke lap pe baithi thi, uski skirt upar ki hui thi.  

Abdul ne Shrutika ke kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Yaad rakhna… waitress ka role hai. Tray uthao, drinks serve karo. Koi bhi touch kare, kiss kare, boobs dabaaye, gaand pe haath fer – smile karo aur ‘no’ mat bolna. Jo maange, woh dena padega. Warna videos husband ke phone pe… samajh gayi na?”  

Shrutika ne sirf sar hilaya. Uski saans tez ho rahi thi. Ek waiter ne usko tray diya – uspe champagne glasses aur cocktails. Music loud ho gaya aur party shuru ho gayi.  


Shrutika tray le kar pehle group ke paas gayi. Jaise hi woh jhuki, uski dress aur upar chadh gayi aur uski gaand ka half hissa sabke saamne aa gaya. Pehle hi uncle ne uski gaand pe ek zor ka thapad maara. “Wah… kya maal hai yaar!” usne kaha aur uski ek cheek ko zor se daboch liya. Shrutika ne muskurate hue glass diya. Dusre ne uske boobs ke beech se glass liya aur uske cleavage mein haath ghusa diya, nipple ko halka sa pinch kiya. Woh sirf “Thank you sir” bol kar aage badh gayi.  

Har table pe yahi ho raha tha. Koi uske thighs pe haath fer raha tha, koi usko khinch kar lips pe kiss kar raha tha – deep French kiss, tongue andar tak. Shrutika ka badan garam hone laga tha. Usne 3-4 rounds drinks serve kiye. Har baar koi na koi usko touch kar hi deta. Ek 50 saal ka businessman (Mr. Sharma – well-built, salt-pepper hair, expensive watch) ne usko apne paas bulaaya. Woh couch pe baitha tha aur uske saath do aur dost baat kar rahe the.  


“Baby, yahan aa,” usne kaha aur usko apne paas khinch liya. Shrutika tray side table pe rakh chuki thi. Mr. Sharma ne uski kamar pakad kar usko apne lap pe baitha diya. Uske moti gaand uske thighs pe press ho rahi thi. Usne uske baal peeche kiye aur uske lips pe ek zor ka kiss kiya. Phir usne uske kaan mein bola, “Kneel down… aur mera lund choos.”  

Shrutika ki aankhen thodi si phail gayi lekin usne kuch nahi bola. Woh dheere se uske pairon ke beech ghutno pe baith gayi. Mr. Sharma ne apni shorts ka button khola aur zip neeche ki. Uska mota, 7-inch lund bahar nikal aaya – already hard, veins ubhari hui. Usne Shrutika ke baal pakde aur uska muh apne lund ke paas kheench liya.  



“Choos… achhe se,” usne kaha aur apne dost se baat karne laga. “Haan yaar… kal ki meeting mein wo deal final kar denge. Stock market mein bhi achha return aa raha hai is baar.”  

Shrutika ne apne glossy red lips khole aur lund ka supada muh mein le liya. Pehle dheere-dheere chusne lagi – tongue se lick karte hue, cheeks hollow karte hue. Mr. Sharma ne uske baal aur zor se pakde aur apna lund thoda aur andar dhakel diya.  

“Gluck… gho… gho… gho…”  



Shrutika ke muh se gehri deepthroat ki awaazein nikalne lagi. Lund uski throat tak ja raha tha. Usne aankhen band kar li aur zor-zor se suck karne lagi – upar neeche head movement ke saath. Har baar jab lund throat hit karta, uske muh se “gho gho gho” ki sloppy, gagging sound poore deck pe goonj rahi thi. Mr. Sharma ab bhi apne dost se baat kar raha tha – “Haan… Goa mein bhi property rates badh rahe hain… ahhh… choos randi… aur andar le…” – lekin uski awaaz mein ab thoda sa mazaa mix ho gaya tha.  

Usne Shrutika ka sir dono haathon se pakad liya aur uske muh ko fuck karne laga – slow aur deep strokes. Lund poora andar, phir bahar, phir andar. Har thrust pe “gho… gho… gluck… ghooo” ki awaazein nikal rahi thi. Shrutika ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the, lekin woh ruk nahi rahi. Uski tongue lund ke neeche ghuma rahi thi, kabhi balls ko halka sa chus rahi thi. Mr. Sharma ke dost bhi dekh rahe the aur hans rahe the.  

“Bahut achhi choosti hai teri yeh new waitress… wah!” ek dost ne kaha.  

Mr. Sharma ne muskurate hue reply diya, “Haan… honeymoon wali lagti hai… kitni tight throat hai… ahhh… gho gho sun… bahut maza aa raha hai.” Usne Shrutika ke muh mein aur tez dhakke maare. Uska lund ab poora wet tha uske thook se, lips ke corners se saliva drip kar rahi thi.  

Shrutika ab sirf uske lund pe focus thi – zor-zor se chus rahi thi, throat relax kar ke poora andar le rahi thi. “Gho… gho… gho… gluck-gluck…” ki continuous sound uske muh se nikal rahi thi jabki Mr. Sharma abhi bhi apne business baaton ko continue kar raha tha.  

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Mr. Sharma ke muh se ab sirf maze bhari siskiyan nikal rahi thi. Usne Shrutika ke baal aur zor se pakad liye aur apne lund ko uske throat mein gehraai tak dhakel diya. “Gho… gho… gho… gluck-gluck-gluck…” Shrutika ke muh se lagatar sloppy, gagging awaazein nikal rahi thi. Uski aankhon se aansu beh rahe the, lips stretch ho chuke the, aur saliva uske chin pe tapak rahi thi. Phir bhi woh zor-zor se chus rahi thi – jaise ab uska dimag sirf is lund ko khush karne pe focus kar chuka ho.  

Mr. Sharma apne dost se baat karte hue bola, “Haan yaar… next quarter mein profit double ho jayega… ahhh fuck… teri yeh randi bahut achhi choosti hai… le… le poora andar…” Usne Shrutika ka sir dono haathon se pakad kar tez dhakke maare. Lund uski throat ko fuck kar raha tha – bahar nikaalta, phir poora andar tak. Har thrust pe “gho gho gho” ki awaaz aur tez hoti ja rahi thi.  



Achanak uska lund phool gaya. “Ahhhhh… le randi… pi le sab!”  

Mr. Sharma ne ek zor ka dhakka diya aur uske muh ke andar hi jhad gaya. Garam, thick cum ki dheer uski throat mein bhar gayi. Shrutika ki aankhen phail gayi. Usne gag kiya lekin Mr. Sharma ne uska sir tightly pakad rakha tha. “Swallow… poora swallow kar…”  

Shrutika ne aankhen band karke zor se gulp kiya. “Gluck… gluck…” do baar mein usne saara cum nigal liya. Thoda sa overflow ho kar uske lips ke corners se bahar aa gaya tha. Mr. Sharma ne apna lund bahar nikaala aur uske lips pe ragad diya. Shrutika ne saans lene ki koshish ki, muh khula hua tha, tongue pe abhi bhi uska salty taste tha.  

“Bahut achhi girl… clean kar,” usne kaha. Shrutika ne apni jeebh se uske lund ko chaat-chaat kar saaf kar diya. Mr. Sharma ne uske baal sehlate hue usko utha diya aur ek aur glass champagne uske haath mein thama diya. “Ja… baaki logon ki bhi seva kar.”  

Lekin Shrutika ko chain nahi milne wali thi.  

Jaise hi woh doosre group ki taraf badhi, ek tall, gym-built aadmi (lagbhag 45 saal, sharp features) ne uska haath pakad liya. “Ab meri baari hai baby.” Usne usko side deck ki taraf khinch liya – jahan lights thodi kam thi lekin sab dekh sakte the. Usne Shrutika ki short dress ko ek jhatke mein upar kar diya. Uski micro panty ko side mein slide kiya aur uski wet, swollen pussy expose ho gayi.  

“Kitni gili hai already…” usne muskurate hue kaha aur uske bade boobs ko dress ke upar se bahar nikaal liya. Dono boobs zor se jhool rahe the. Usne ek nipple muh mein le kar zor-zor se chusna shuru kar diya, dusre ko haath se daba raha tha. Shrutika ki saans tez ho gayi. “Ahhh… sir…”  

Usne apni shorts neeche ki aur apna mota, 8-inch lund bahar nikaala. Shrutika ko wall ke saath tek diya aur uski ek taang apni kamar pe utha li. Ek hi jhatke mein poora lund uski wet pussy mein ghusa diya.  

“Ahhhhhhhhh fuck!!” Shrutika zor se chillayi. Lund bahut mota aur gehra tha – poora andar tak pahunch gaya. Usne tez dhakke maarne shuru kar diye – har dhakke pe uski gaand hil rahi thi aur “phach-phach-phach” ki zor ki awaazein nikal rahi thi. Woh uske boobs ko chuste hue chod raha tha, kabhi nipple ko kaat raha tha. Shrutika ki taangein kaanp rahi thi, uski pussy uske lund ko tightly jakad rahi thi.  

Tabhi dusra aadmi (Mr. Sharma ka dost) peeche aa gaya. Usne apna lund bahar nikaala – already hard. “Muh khol randi.” Shrutika ne muh khola aur usne apna lund andar dhakel diya. Ab woh sandwiched thi – aage se pussy mein zor-zor se dhakke, peeche se muh mein lund.  



“Gho… gho… gho…” phir se uske muh se wohi sloppy sounds nikalne lage. Ek aadmi uski chut chod raha tha, dusra uske muh ko fuck kar raha tha. Dono rhythm mein the – jab aage wala andar dhakel raha tha, peeche wala bahar nikaal raha tha. Shrutika ka badan hil raha tha, boobs uchhal rahe the, aankhen band thi. Uski pussy se juices nikal kar uski thighs pe beh rahe the.  

“Bahut tight chut hai… honeymoon wali feel aa rahi hai…” aage wala bol raha tha jabki woh zor-zor se dhakke maar raha tha. Dusra uske muh mein lund thokte hue bola, “Aur choos… throat relax kar… poora andar le…”  

Yeh double fuck 8-10 minute tak chalta raha. Shrutika ka pehla orgasm inke dhakkon mein aa gaya. Uski pussy spasm karne lagi, aankhen roll back ho gayi, muh mein lund ke saath hi usne zor se moan kiya – “Mmmhhh… ahhhh… main aa rahi hoon!!”  

Dono ne usko thoda aur tez choda. Pehle aage wale ne uski pussy ke andar hi garam cum bhar diya – thick creampie. Jaise hi usne nikaala, white cum uski thighs pe tapakne laga. Turant dusre ne uske muh mein jhad diya – dusra load uske gale mein. Shrutika ne sab kuch nigal liya, thoda sa bahar bhi aa gaya.  

Dono ne usko thoda sa support kiya kyunki uski taangein hil rahi thi. Usne saans lene ki koshish ki, body paseene se tar, pussy aur muh dono se cum drip kar raha tha.  

Lekin yacht ki raat abhi khatam nahi hui thi… aur baki ke aadmi bhi line mein khade the.  

Shrutika ki taangein abhi bhi kaanp rahi thi. Uske muh se Mr. Sharma ke dost ka cum abhi bhi drip kar raha tha aur uski pussy se pehle wale aadmi ka thick creampie uski thighs ke andar se beh raha tha. Uski short white dress ab almost phati hui thi, boobs bahar latak rahe the, nipples laal aur swollen. Woh wall ka sahara le kar saans le rahi thi jabki yacht ka music aur dusre logon ki moans hawa mein ghul rahe the.  

Lekin party abhi shuru hi hui thi.  

Ek aur 52 saal ka rich industrialist (Mr. Rao) ne usko khinch liya. “Ab meri baari hai, honey.” Usne usko yacht ke front deck pe le ja kar ek wide cushioned bench pe letaya. Shrutika ki taangein faila di aur seedha uski wet, cum-filled pussy pe muh rakh diya. Uski jeebh andar tak ghusa kar uske juices aur dusre aadmi ka cum chaatne laga. Shrutika ki aankhen band ho gayi, uske haath uske baal mein jaa kar pakad liye. “Ahhh… sir… yeh kya kar rahe ho…” lekin uski awaaz mein ab sirf madhosh si siski thi.  



Mr. Rao ne 5-6 minute tak uski chut ko chaata, phir usko ghuma kar doggy position mein khada kiya. Uski moti gaand upar thi, laal nishaanon wali. Usne apna lund (mota aur curved) uski pussy mein ghusa diya aur zor-zor se dhakke maare. Har dhakke pe uski gaand hil rahi thi aur “phach-phach” ki awaaz samundar ki laharon mein mil rahi thi.  

Tabhi dusra aadmi uske muh ke paas aa gaya. Shrutika ne bina kuch kahe muh khol diya. Ab woh phir se sandwiched thi – peeche se pussy mein zor ka pounding, aage se throat mein deep blowjob. Uske boobs neeche latak rahe the, ek teesra aadmi ne unko pakad kar zor-zor se dabane aur nipples ko pinch karne shuru kar diya.  



Raat bhar yeh silsila chalta raha. Shrutika ko khud bhi pata nahi chala ki usne kitne lund liye.  

- Ek young businessman ne usko apni godi mein baitha kar cowgirl style mein choda – uske boobs muh mein chuste hue, uski gaand ko thapad marte hue.  


- Do aadmiyon ne saath mein usko utha kar standing double penetration kiya – ek pussy mein, dusra gaand mein (pehle thoda sa dard tha, phir mazaa aa gaya).  


- Ek corner mein teen logon ne usko ghera – ek ne uske muh mein, dusre ne boobs ke beech tit-fuck kiya, teesre ne haath se uski clit rub karte hue choda.  
- Ek 55 saal ke uncle ne usko apne lap pe baitha kar slow aur deep fuck kiya jabki woh uske dost se business baat kar raha tha – bilkul waise hi jaise pehle Mr. Sharma ke saath hua tha.  



Har round ke baad uske andar creampie bhar ja raha tha. Kabhi pussy mein, kabhi gaand mein, kabhi muh mein. Uski body paseene, cum aur saliva se tar-tar ho chuki thi. Uski aankhen madhosh thi, lips swollen, gaand aur thighs pe laal-laal thapdon ke nishaan. Woh baar-baar orgasm le rahi thi – kabhi zor ka squirt, kabhi dheere-dheere kaanp-ti hui. Usne khud ko rokne ki koshish bhi nahi ki. Ab woh sirf unke lund ki slave ban chuki thi.  


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Raat ke 3:30 baje tak shayad 8-9 alag-alag aadmi usko use kar chuke the. Kuch ne do baar bhi liya tha. Yacht ke har corner mein uski cheekhein aur unki thapkiyan goonj rahi thi. Abdul aur Aarav door se khade muskurate hue sab record kar rahe the – naye videos, naye angles.  



Aakhirkar subah ke 4:45 baje Abdul ne aage badh kar kaha, “Bas madam… ab enough hai. Subah ho rahi hai.”  

Shrutika bilkul thaki hui thi. Uski dress phati hui latak rahi thi, andar se koi bhi kapda nahi bacha tha. Uski pussy aur gaand dono se white cum tapak raha tha, chehra glow kar raha tha lekin aankhon mein thakaan aur bebasipan tha. Aarav ne usko ek towel diya aur car mein baitha diya. Raste mein woh sirf aankhen band kiye leti rahi, body har jhatke pe dard kar rahi thi.  


Resort pahunch kar woh dheere se room 412 ki taraf badhi. Darwaza khola toh Soham abhi bhi gehri neend mein so raha tha – bilkul waise hi jaise woh chhod kar gayi thi. Uski saans bhari hui thi, chehra peaceful.  

Shrutika ne darwaza dheere se band kiya. Bathroom mein ja kar mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Jo woh dekh rahi thi usse uska dil baith gaya. Uski body bilkul ruined lag rahi thi – boobs pe bite marks aur hickeys, gaand pe thapdon ke laal nishaan, thighs pe finger prints, neck pe kiss marks. Pussy aur gaand se abhi bhi ajnabi aadmiyon ka cum nikal raha tha. Uski aankhen laal thi, baal uljhe hue.  

Woh shower ke neeche khadi ho gayi. Garam paani uske badan pe girta raha. Usne zor-zor se body ko ragda – har jagah se cum aur paseena dhone ki koshish ki. Lekin andar se kuch nahi dhul raha tha. Har baar jab usne apni pussy ya gaand ko chhua, kal raat ke dhakkon ki yaad aa jaati thi. Uski aankhen band ho gayi aur ek halki si siski nikal gayi.  

15 minute tak shower lene ke baad woh bahar aayi. Usne ek loose pink nighty pehen li jo uske sensitive boobs aur gaand pe halka sa touch kar rahi thi. Makeup utaar diya, baal khol kar sukhaaye. Woh bed pe aayi aur Soham ke paas let gayi. Usne apna sir uske seene pe rakh diya, ek haath uski kamar pe daal diya aur tightly chipak gayi.  

Soham ne neend mein hi usko hug kar liya. “Jaan… sab theek hai na?” usne half-sleep mein murmur kiya.  

Shrutika ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf uske seene mein muh chhupa liya. Uski aankhon se aansu behne lage the. Bahar samundar ki subah ki pehli lahar ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Uski body abhi bhi dard kar rahi thi, andar se ajnabi cum ke nishaan abhi bhi mehsoos ho rahe the, lekin woh apne pati ke gale lag kar so gayi.  

Honeymoon ka yeh anjaana safar ab har din aur gehra hota ja raha tha.  

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Shrutika abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi. Uski body bilkul thaki hui leti hui thi – pink nighty uske sensitive boobs aur moti gaand pe halka sa chipak rahi thi. Uske chehre pe thakaan ke saath ek madhosh si glow thi, lekin aankhen band, saans dheemi aur bhari hui. Kal raat ki yacht party ke baad uski pussy aur gaand abhi bhi halka sa dard kar rahe the, thighs pe faint finger marks dikhte the. Woh bilkul bekhabar thi ki uske pati abhi uth chuke the.




Soham ki aankhen khuli. Usne side mein dekha – Shrutika ko tightly apne seene se chipke hue soyi hui. Uski nighty thodi si upar sarak gayi thi, uski creamy thighs aur gaand ka curve saaf dikhta tha. Soham ne dheere se uske baal sehlaaye, ek halki si smile di, phir bed se uth gaya. Uski body fresh thi – kal raat ki drug wali neend ne usko poori tarah recharge kar diya tha. Woh quietly room se bahar nikal gaya, darwaza dheere se band kiya aur resort ke private beach ki taraf chal diya.

Subah ke 8:15 baje the. Samundar ki pehli kiran abhi abhi nikal rahi thi. Soham ne ek beach chair pe baith gaya, legs stretch kiye aur room service se ek strong black coffee maangi. Usne coffee ki ek sip li aur aankhen band kar ke samundar ki laharon ko sunne laga. Uske chehre pe ek satisfied, calculated smile thi – jaise kuch bada plan poora ho chuka ho.

Tabhi peeche se awaaz aayi.  

“Sir… good morning.”  

Abdul tha – black t-shirt aur shorts mein, haath mein ek tray pe do champagne glasses aur ek ice bucket. Usne muskurate hue ek glass Soham ke haath mein thama diya. “Special champagne… aapke liye. Aaj subah ka mood banane ke liye.”  

Soham ne glass uthaya, ek sip liya aur chair pe peeche let gaya. “Thanks Abdul. Perfect timing.” Usne thoda pause kiya, phir seedha mud kar uski taraf dekha. “Batao… kitna collection hua abhi tak? Poora honeymoon trip ka hisaab de do. Har ek detail.”

Abdul ne apna glass side table pe rakh diya aur apne phone mein kuch notes check kiye. Usne ek professional tone mein shuru kiya, jaise koi business report de raha ho.



“Sir, bilkul clear hisaab hai. Humne sirf un logon se payment liya hai jinhone Shrutika madam ko use kiya. Aarav aur mera personal involvement payment mein count nahi kiya gaya hai – woh sirf organization aur blackmail ke liye tha. Humne shuru mein 5 lakh advance liya tha aap se, lekin uska repayment uski services se ho gaya hai. Ab asli payers aur amounts:

Pehle – Aaryan (room service boy, honeymoon night 1). Usne madam ko catch kiya aur pehla full session kiya. Payment: 1.8 lakh.  

Doosra – Atul (boat aur beach encounter, Day 2). Paragliding booking ke time par. Usne madam ko boat pe use kiya jab aap door se dekh rahe the. Payment: 3.2 lakh.  

Teesra – Mr. Vikram (auction night, BDSM villa). Poori raat ka exclusive session – 12 lakh flat rate. Sabse bada single payer.  

Aur sabse bada – kal raat ka yacht party. Wahan 9 rich businessmen the. Har ek ne madam ko use kiya – single, double, group, sab. Total payment yacht se: 14.5 lakh (har ek ne average 1.6 lakh diya, kuch ne extra tip bhi di thi).”

Abdul ne phone screen Soham ki taraf ghuma diya – saare transactions ke screenshots, bank transfers aur cash notes ke details.

Soham ne champagne ka ek aur sip liya. Uski aankhen chamak rahi thi. “Aur total?”

Abdul ne muskurate hue final number bola.  

“Sir, poore honeymoon trip ka total collection ab tak… **31.5 lakh**. Ismein Aaryan ka 1.8, Atul ka 3.2, Vikram ka 12, aur yacht ka 14.5 lakh shamil hai. 5 lakh ka advance already adjust ho chuka hai. Kal raat yacht wale logon ne extra impressed hokar 2 lakh bonus bhi transfer kar diya tha – unhone kaha madam ‘honeymoon wali pativrata randi’ ki feeling bahut rare thi.”

Soham ne gehri saans li aur chair pe peeche let gaya. Uski smile ab aur badi ho gayi thi. “31.5 lakh… in sirf 4-5 din mein. Bahut achha kiya Abdul. Shrutika ne bhi apna role perfectly play kiya. Kal raat jab main drugged tha, usne kitna hard work kiya hoga yacht pe… 9 logon ko ek saath satisfy karna easy nahi hota.”

Abdul ne hans kar kaha, “Sir, aapko pata hai na – madam ab bilkul broken aur addicted ho chuki hain. Resistance toh pehle din hi khatam ho gaya tha. Aapne jo plan banaya tha – drug, blackmail, auction, yacht – sab perfect execute hua. Aaj last day hai… agar aap chahein toh ek final pool party arrange kar sakte hain resort mein. Extra 5-7 lakh aur aa sakte hain.”

Soham ne glass khali kiya aur samundar ki taraf dekhte hue bola, “Nahin… aaj last day hai. Shrutika ko thoda rest do. Airport tak woh normal biwi ban kar rahegi. Collection already enough hai. Ghar ja kar hum is paise ka proper use karenge – new flat, car, aur Shrutika ke liye kuch luxury gifts bhi. Woh sochti rahegi ki yeh sab uske ‘unwanted journey’ ka result tha… lekin asal mein yeh humara planned honeymoon tha.”

Dono hans pade. Abdul ne tray uthaya aur bola, “Theek hai sir. Aarav room pe naya video edit kar raha hai – backup ke liye. Aap tension mat lo. Madam abhi bhi so rahi hai… jab uthengi toh normal breakfast kar lenge.”

Soham ne sar hilaya aur chair pe let kar aankhen band kar li. Uske chehre pe satisfaction aur greed ka mix tha. Beach pe laharen aati-jaati rahi, aur uske dimag mein sirf ek hi cheez thi – 31.5 lakh ka profit aur uski pativrata biwi jo ab poori tarah unki hotwife ban chuki thi.

Shrutika room mein abhi bhi so rahi thi, bilkul bekhabar ki uske pati aur unke partners ab uske body ke har inch ka hisaab laga chuke the.

Shrutika ki aankhen dheere-dheere khuli. Room mein subah ki tez roshni aa rahi thi. Uski body abhi bhi kal raat ki yacht party ke thakaan se bhari hui thi – pink nighty uske bade-bade boobs aur moti gaand pe chipki hui thi, thighs ke beech halka sa dard mehsoos ho raha tha. Uski pussy abhi bhi thodi si swollen aur sensitive thi, andar se ajnabi creampies ka faint sticky feel ab bhi tha. Woh palti aur side mein haath badhaya – bed khali tha. Soham kahin bahar tha.  

Uski aankhen phir se band ho gayi. Kal raat ke sab kuch yaad aa raha tha – 9 alag-alag aadmi, unke lund, unke dhakke, uski apni madhosh cheekhein. Uska dil bhari hua tha. “Bas… ab bahut ho gaya,” usne khud se kaha aur uth baithi. Uski nighty sarak gayi, uski creamy thighs aur swollen pussy ka curve saaf dikhta tha. Woh bed se utri aur suitcase khol diya. Honeymoon ke kapde – woh hot red saree jo Mr. Vikram ke liye pehni thi, sky-blue sundress, bikinis – sab ek-ek karke fold karne lagi. Har kapde ko haath mein lete hi uske dimag mein kal raat ki yaadein flash ho rahi thi.  

“Main sab kuch kar chuki hoon… unwanted jo bhi tha, sab,” usne whisper kiya aur suitcase mein kapde rakhne lagi. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. “Aaj last day hai… ghar jaana hai. Bas yeh safar khatam ho jaye.”  

Tabhi room ka darwaza dheere se khula.  

Abdul andar aaya – black t-shirt aur jeans mein, chehre pe wohi dangerous muskurahat. Usne darwaza lock kar diya aur Shrutika ki taraf badha. Shrutika ne jaldi se apni nighty neeche ki aur peeche hat gayi.  

“Abdul… kya kar rahe ho yahan? Main packing kar rahi hoon. Sab kuch ho chuka hai. Main ne jo bhi unwanted tha, sab kar diya. Ab bas… mujhe chhod do,” usne thodi ghabra kar kaha. Uski awaaz mein thakaan aur gussa dono tha.  

Abdul ne muskurate hue uske paas aaya. “Madam… sab kuch toh ho gaya, lekin last ek round pending hai. Aaj final day hai na? Ek chhoti si goodbye fuck… phir main bhi kabhi disturb nahi karunga.”  

Shrutika ne sar hilaya. “Nahi! Main done hoon. Please… mera husband kabhi bhi aa sakta hai. Main nahi karungi aur kuch.”  



Lekin Abdul ne ek kadam aur aage badhaya. Usne jaldi se uski nighty ka hem pakda aur upar ki taraf utha diya. Nighty uski kamar tak chadh gayi. Uski swollen pussy bilkul exposed thi – thodi si laal, puffy lips, kal raat ke multiple creampies ke baad abhi bhi shiny aur sensitive. Abdul ne usko ghoora aur ek halki si whistle maari.  

“Wah… dekho toh madam… kitni swollen ho gayi hai teri chut. Kal raat 9 logon ne use kiya tha na? Abhi bhi kitni juicy aur tight lag rahi hai.”  

Shrutika ne jaldi se nighty neeche karne ki koshish ki. “Abdul please… chhod do. Soham anytime aa jayega. Main nahi karungi!” uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.  

Abdul ne hans kar uski kamar pakad li aur usko bed ki taraf dhakel diya. “Woh nahi aayega madam. Main ne already usko beach pe bhej diya hai. Aur Aarav ne uske phone pe message bhi kar diya hai ki woh late aayega. Tu tension mat le… sirf 5 minute ka kaam hai.”  

Usne apni zip kholi aur apna mota, hard lund bahar nikaal liya. Shrutika bed pe leti hui thi, nighty upar saraki hui. Abdul ne uski taangein thodi si faila di aur apne lund ka supada uski swollen pussy lips pe ragadne laga. Geela, sticky feel tha. Shrutika ki saans tez ho gayi.  

“Nahi… please… ahhh…” usne dheemi si siski li.  

Abdul ne aur zor se ragda – lund ka supada uski clit pe upar-neeche kar raha tha. Phir ek hi tez jhatke mein poora lund uski pussy mein ghusa diya.  

“Ahhhhhhh… fuck!” Shrutika zor se moan kar gayi. Dard tha – kal raat ki swelling ki wajah se – lekin uske saath ek gehra mazaa bhi tha. Abdul ne uski kamar pakad li aur bahut heavy, tez dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Har dhakka zor ka tha – “phach… phach… phach…” ki awaazein room mein gunj rahi thi. Uski swollen pussy uske lund ko tightly jakad rahi thi.  



“Kitni tight hai abhi bhi… honeymoon ki randi… ahhh,” Abdul ne gehri awaaz mein kaha aur speed badha di. Woh uske upar jhuka hua tha, ek haath se uske bade boobs ko nighty ke upar se daba raha tha. Shrutika ki aankhen band ho gayi thi. Uski moans ab control se bahar thi – dard aur enjoyment ka mix.  

“Ahh… Abdul… dheere… bahut zor se… ahhh… mmmhh… fuck…!”  

Abdul ne aur tez dhakke maare – bilkul machine jaise. Har thrust pe uski gaand bed pe uchhal rahi thi, boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the. Shrutika ne bedsheet ko tightly pakad liya. Uski pussy ab aur geeli ho gayi thi, juices uske lund pe lag rahe the. Dard ab mazaa ban chuka tha. Woh apni taangein khud faila rahi thi.  

“Bas… aur nahi… main aa rahi hoon… ahhhhh!” Shrutika ka badan ekdum se tight ho gaya. Uska orgasm aa gaya – zor ka, pussy spasm kar rahi thi.  



Abdul ne uski kamar aur zor se pakdi aur final 4-5 bahut heavy dhakke maare. “Le randi… le mera final gift!” Usne gehri saans li aur uski pussy ke andar hi garam, thick cum ki dheer bhar di. Creampie itna zyada tha ki jab usne lund nikaala toh white cum uski thighs pe tapakne laga.  

Shrutika thak kar bed pe let gayi, saans phooli hui, aankhen band. Abdul ne usko ek aur zor ka dhakka diya aur bed pe phenk diya. Uski nighty ab poori tarah upar thi, pussy se uska aur Abdul ka cum mix beh raha tha.  

Abdul ne apni zip band ki aur pocket se 4-5 chhote jewelry boxes nikaale – ek gold necklace wala, do earrings wale, ek bracelet aur ek ring wala. Unko uske samne bed pe phenk diya. Phir usne ek envelope bhi phenka – andar cash tha.  

“Yeh sab tere clients se hai madam. Mr. Vikram, yacht wale businessmen, sab ne tujhe bahut pasand kiya. Unhone gift bheje hain… aur yeh envelope mein 2.8 lakh cash hai – tip aur commission. Total collection ka 10% tera hissa. Ab tu aur main dono free hain. Honeymoon khatam… lekin yaadein hamesha rahengi.”  

Shrutika kuch nahi boli. Sirf aankhen khol kar usko dekhti rahi. Uske chehre pe aansu aur madhosh si expression ka mix tha.  




Abdul ne muskurate hue darwaza khola. “Enjoy your last day with husband. Safe flight.” Aur woh chala gaya.  

Room mein sirf Shrutika ki dheemi saans aur samundar ki door ki awaaz reh gayi thi. Bed pe jewelry boxes chamak rahe the aur envelope mein paise. Uski pussy se abhi bhi fresh creampie tapak raha tha.  


Shaam ke 6:30 baje resort room mein last rays of sunlight window se andar aa rahe the. Shrutika ne apna last suitcase band kiya. Saare kapde – woh hot red saree, sky-blue sundress, bikinis, jewelry boxes jo clients ne diye the – sab neatly packed the. Uski body ab thodi relaxed thi, lekin dil mein abhi bhi kal raat aur subah ke Abdul wale quick fuck ki yaadein ghum rahi thi. Usne ek simple white salwar-kameez pehna tha – honeymoon ke end ke liye perfect, decent aur beautiful.  


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Soham bhi ready tha. Usne usko dekhte hi muskuraya aur uske paas aaya. “Jaan… sab packing ho gaya? Ghar chalne ka time ho gaya.” Usne usko tightly hug kiya, uske lips pe ek gehra kiss kiya. Shrutika ne bhi respond kiya – uske seene pe sir rakh kar. Dono ne room ke har corner ko last time dekha. Soham ne uske gaal pe kiss kiya, phir neck pe. “Yeh honeymoon hamesha yaad rahega na?” usne dheere se kaha. Shrutika ne sirf sar hila diya, aankhen band kar ke.  



Dono ne luggage uthaya aur reception ki taraf chal diye. Check-out counter pe Soham formalities kar raha tha jab suddenly Aarav aur Abdul wahan pahunch gaye. Dono ke chehre pe wohi muskurahat thi. Shrutika ka dil dhadak utha. *Ab kya?* lekin Aarav ne aage badh kar uske phone ko haath mein liya.  

“Madam… ek last gift,” usne kaha aur uske phone pe gallery kholi. Usne saare videos, photos, recordings – jo bhi blackmail material tha – ek button dabate hi permanently delete kar diya. “Dekh lo… sab gone. Koi proof nahi bacha. Ab aap completely free ho.”  

Shrutika ki aankhen chamak uthi. Uski saans ruk gayi. Woh phone cheen kar khud check karne lagi – gallery empty, trash folder clear, cloud backup bhi deleted. Uske chehre pe pehli baar sachchi khushi ki muskurahat aayi. “Thank you… sach mein?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha. Aarav ne sir hila diya. “Haan madam. Ab aap ghar ja sakti ho. Safe journey.”  

Dono ne goodbye kaha aur chale gaye. Shrutika ne Soham ki taraf dekha – uske aankhon mein aansu the lekin khushi ke. “Chal jaan… ghar chalte hain,” usne kaha aur uska haath pakad liya. Dono hotel ke main gate se bahar nikle. Resort ka last view liya – samundar, beach, woh sab kuch jo unke “unwanted journey” ka hissa tha.  

Ek private cab already wait kar rahi thi. Driver ne luggage boot mein rakh diya. Dono backseat pe baith gaye. Shrutika ne apna sir Soham ke kandhe pe rakh diya. “Finally… ghar,” usne whisper kiya. Cab airport ki taraf nikal gayi. Raste mein Shrutika ki aankhen band ho gayi. Thakaan itni zyada thi ki woh jaldi hi gehri neend mein chali gayi. Soham ne uske baal sehlate hue muskuraya aur window se bahar dekhta raha.  

*****  

Jab Shrutika ki aankhen khuli toh sab kuch alag tha.  

Woh ek badi luxurious cabin mein leti hui thi. Wooden panel walls, soft king-size bed, dim golden lights, aur… halki si jhanjhanahat. Floor thoda sa hil raha tha. Uski aankhen phail gayi. Yeh koi hotel room nahi tha. Yeh… boat tha! Ek badi private yacht ka master cabin. Bahar se samundar ki tez lahar ki awaaz aa rahi thi aur cabin ka floor gently rock kar raha tha.  

“Ye… ye kya hai?” usne ghabra kar uthne ki koshish ki. Uski salwar-kameez abhi bhi pehni hui thi lekin uske haath kaanp rahe the. Woh bed se utri aur chhote window se bahar jhaanka – sirf andhera samundar aur door tak koi zameen nahi. “Kahan hoon main? Soham… Soham kahan hai?!”  

Tabhi uske phone pe ring baji. Screen pe number flash ho raha tha – Abdul.  

Shrutika ne turant call uthaya. “Abdul! Ye kya hai?! Mujhe kahan le ja rahe ho?! Mera husband kahan pe hai?! Batao mujhe!!” uski awaaz zor se nikal gayi, almost chillaati hui. Uski saans phool rahi thi, aankhen phaili hui.  



Doosri taraf se Abdul zor-zor se hansne laga. Uski hasi itni tez aur mazedaar thi ki phone pe bhi saaf sunai de rahi thi. Woh 10-15 seconds tak hans ta raha – jaise koi mazedaar joke sun raha ho. “Hahaha… madam… kitni cute ho tum abhi bhi. Abhi bhi ‘husband’ bol rahi ho? Hahahaha!”  

Shrutika ka chehra safed pad gaya. “Kya bakwas kar rahe ho?! Jawab do! Main kahan hoon?! Yeh boat kyun hai?! Soham ko phone do!!”  

Abdul ki hasi dheere-dheere rukne lagi lekin abhi bhi uski awaaz mein wohi mazaa tha. “Arre madam… relax. Suno toh sahi. Tumhara ‘pyara’ husband Soham… usne bahut badi deal ki hai tumse. Poore honeymoon trip mein usne 90 lakh rupaye kamaye hain – hamari commission nikaal kar. Aur tum pehli wife nahi ho jis ko usne yahan honeymoon pe laaya hai. Pehle bhi do biwiyon ko laaya tha… same plan – drug, blackmail, auction, yacht party… sab. Har baar profit kama ke unko bech deta hai.”  

Shrutika ke pair thande pad gaye. Uski ungliyan phone ko tightly pakde hue thi. “Kya… kya bol rahe ho tum? Yeh jhooth hai… Soham aisa nahi kar sakta…” uski awaaz toot rahi thi.  

Abdul phir se zor se hans pada – is baar aur tez. “Hahahaha… jhooth? Madam, sach suno. Usne tumhe 1 crore mein bech diya hai. Ek bahut bade client ko – Mr. Rajesh Khanna, 58 saal ka billionaire. Ab tum uski ‘amanat’ ho. Woh tumhe apne private island pe le ja raha hai. Yeh boat usi ka hai. Tumhara husband abhi airport pe hoga… akela… aur uske account mein 80 lakh already transfer ho chuke hain. Woh ghar ja kar nayi zindagi shuru karega… aur tum? Tum ab yahan ho… hamesha ke liye.”  

Shrutika ka phone haath se chhootne wala tha. Uski aankhen mein aansu bhar aaye the. “Nahi… nahi… yeh nahi ho sakta… Abdul please… mujhe wapas le chalo… main kuch bhi karungi… please…” uski awaaz ab bilkul toot chuki thi.  

Abdul ki hasi ab dheemi ho gayi thi lekin abhi bhi usmein wohi sadistic mazaa tha. “Madam… ab rona band karo. Tumne toh bahut maza liya tha in chaar dinon mein – Aaryan, Atul, Vikram, yacht ke 9 aadmi, Abdul ka final round… sab. Ab naya chapter shuru ho raha hai. Mr. Khanna bahut strict hain… lekin bahut ameer. Tumhari nayi zindagi bahut ‘luxurious’ hone wali hai. Ab phone rakh do… aur enjoy the ride. Hahaha!”  

Call cut ho gaya.  

Shrutika bed pe gir gayi. Phone uske haath se chhoot kar floor pe gir gaya. Uski saans ruk rahi thi, aankhen mein sirf andhera. Bahar samundar ki tez laharen boat ko hilaa rahi thi. Woh ab sirf ek cheez samajh paayi thi – uska “unwanted journey” ab hamesha ke liye unwanted nahi raha tha… yeh uska naya permanent safar tha.  

The End… or New Beginning?

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Yeh story kaafi time se mere drafts mein pending padi thi... sach mein likhna chahta tha, par pata nahi kyun beech mein discontinue kar diya. Originally toh yeh ek short story hi hone wali thi. Hope tum sabko pasand aayi hogi. Iska dark theme hai, kyunki har story ka ending happy nahi hota. 

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