Adultery Husband's mistake -Wife's bang bang

[Muralimm]

What are you planning for athidi on the 3days

What u hiding on 6 gb video file

Waiting for the update

[NityaSakti]

Awesome update

[Suresh@123]

Awesome update

Thank you very much

[Suresh@123]

What are you planning for athidi on the 3days

What u hiding on 6 gb video file

Waiting for the update

file consists 3 days hot sex of Athidi in 4k all angles all sounds crystal clear.

[Suresh@123]

This Kamal shailaja part is very nice..but feels like a filler episode..and now I am waiting for what Rahul and gupta is gonna do...keep rocking

Thankyou

[Suresh@123]

nice updates, keep continue

Thank you.

[Suresh@123]

Update tomorrow morning..

[Michel scottt]

Update tomorrow morning..

Any update for today night' ?

[Suresh@123]

Kamal opened the video in that video Day 1 tittle appeared. But intro scene is Athidhi is being finger fucked by both

Gupta and Rahul...

Now immediately the scene disappeared. But initially the island scenery appeared later Both Gupta and Rahul

convinced her as she accepted proposal to send shailaja to Kamal here she will submit to both.





o keep her promise as I send my wife to your husband.. Now it's our turn.


"From now to 3 days your our control.. We can fuck you where ever.. So you have to obey to our orders."



They both came near Adhithi she is in high panic and arousal... They both blindfolds her and let her

Kamal's heart raced... Now they how they will do his sweet little beautiful Athidi.

" Gupta told " I know baby you are arrogant.. Now we will break your arrogance. " she shivered with that word...

[Suresh@123]

The private villa on the secluded island felt like another world entirely—waves crashing faintly outside, the air

heavy with salt and the faint scent of coconut oil from earlier massages. Every light in the sprawling master

bedroom was on: ceiling spots, wall sconces, bedside lamps, even the recessed LEDs along the baseboards.

The room was flooded in bright, clinical white light, no shadows anywhere to hide. Athidi, , already knew

she had crossed a line when she whispered “anything” to Gupta and Rahul earlier that evening over on

. Now she was paying for it in the most exquisite, terrifying way.

They had led her inside blindfolded from the start—black silk tied so tightly she couldn’t even see the faintest

glow around the edges. Her wrists were already locked in soft leather cuffs, arms stretched high and clipped

to the heavy iron ring bolted into the headboard. Ankles similarly secured to the foot of the bed with

spreader bars, forcing her thighs wide apart. She was completely naked, skin still warm from the day’s sun,

nipples already pebbled from nerves and the cool air-conditioning.

Gupta moved with deliberate calm. Rahul, leaner, quicker, more teasing, circled like he was savoring every

second. Neither spoke much at first. They let the silence and the sound of her own breathing fill the room.

A soft mechanical click—four hidden 4K cameras coming online, lenses perfectly aligned, memory cards

empty and waiting. Tiny infrared indicators covered so no red glow would betray them. Every bead of sweat,

every tremor, every flutter of her lashes against the blindfold would be captured in merciless ultra-high

definition.


Gupta picked up the first toy: a slim, flexible purple vibrator, no thicker than two fingers, with a pronounced curve.






He switched it on low. The faint bzzzz filled the room like distant thunder.

Athidi’s head jerked toward the sound. “Haaaaaaa… what… what is that…?”

Rahul knelt beside her head, brushing damp hair from her forehead. “Shhh… just feel, baby. You said

anything.”

Gupta dragged the buzzing tip slowly up the inside of her left thigh—never quite reaching where she was

already aching. She squirmed, hips lifting instinctively.

“Nooooo… please… don’t tease… haaaaa…”

He circled closer, then finally—light as a feather—touched the vibrator to the hood of her clit, just resting

there, letting the low vibration sink in.

“HAAAAAAAAA… oh god… oh fuck… too soon… haaaaaaaa…”

Rahul leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers rolled the other. Gupta

increased the speed one notch.

Her first orgasm built in under two minutes—fast, almost embarrassing. Thighs quivered, stomach clenched

tight.

“Nooooo… I’m gonna… haaaaa… please slow… haaaaaaaa… no no no no…”

She came with a sharp, broken cry, hips bucking so violently the cuffs rattled against the headboard.

“HAAAAAAAAA… cummiiiiing… haaaaa… ohhh godddd… haaaaaaaa…”










They gave her exactly five minutes of reprieve. No touching, just the sound of her panting.

Then Rahul replaced the slim vibe with a thicker one—ridged, eight inches long, slightly flexible. He coated it

generously with lube despite her already dripping state, then slowly—inch by torturous inch—pushed it inside

her.

“NOOOOOO… too big… haaaaa… stretch… oh fuck… haaaaaaaa…”

He turned it on medium, angling the curved head directly against her g-spot. Gupta, meanwhile, brought the

Hitachi magic wand—the big, white, demon of a vibrator—and simply laid it flat against her clit, no pressure

yet, just letting the weight and the buzz settle.

“HAAAAAAAA… both… no… can’t handle… haaaaa… please… mercy… haaaaaaaa…”


Rahul pumped the ridged toy in slow, deep strokes while Gupta finally pressed the wand down harder.

Her second climax arrived like a freight train. She screamed into the pillow, body convulsing, wrists yanking

so hard the leather creaked.

“NOOOOOO… again… haaaaa… cummiiiing… haaaaaaaa… stop… I can’t… haaaaa… please… no more…

haaaaaaaa…”

Tears soaked the blindfold. Her chest heaved. They still didn’t stop.

Gupta removed the wand momentarily, letting her gasp, then returned with something new: a remote-

controlled bullet vibe. He slipped it inside alongside the ridged dildo, nestling it right against her front wall,

then handed the remote to Rahul.

Rahul grinned, thumb hovering. “Ready?”

“Nooooo… don’t… haaaaa…”

He pressed the button—high.

“HAAAAAAAAA… inside… buzzing… oh fuck fuck fuck… haaaaaaaa…”

Gupta straddled her waist now, not entering her yet, just leaning down to suck bruises into her neck while his

fingers pinched and twisted her nipples in time with the vibrations.

Third orgasm hit her so hard she squirted—a sudden, hot gush that soaked Rahul’s hand and the sheets

beneath.


“NOOOOOO… squirting… haaaaa… I’m sorry… haaaaaaaa… can’t stop… haaaaa… please… haaaaaaaa…”





Later five minutes given rest.


They flipped her carefully onto her stomach—cuffs released only long enough to rotate her, then ankles and

wrists re-secured so her ass was high, knees spread wide on the mattress, face pressed sideways into the

pillow.

Gupta knelt behind her. He lubed a small-sized vibrating anal plug—ridged, with a wide flared base—and

pressed the tip slowly against her tight ring.

“Nooooo… not there… haaaaa… please… I’ve never… haaaaaaaa…”

“Relax,” he murmured, voice calm. “Breathe.”

He worked it in gradually, twisting, pausing every time she tensed, until it finally popped past the ring and

settled deep.


The moment it was fully seated he switched it on—low pulsing at first.

“HAAAAAAAA… in my ass… vibrating… oh godddd… haaaaa… too full… haaaaaaaa…”

Rahul slid underneath her on his back, mouth latching onto her swollen clit, tongue flicking mercilessly while

his fingers reached up to spread her open wider for better access.

Gupta pressed the magic wand against her clit from above now, sandwiching it between the wand and

Rahul’s mouth.

Dual vibration—ass and clit—plus Rahul’s tongue.


“NOOOOOO… both holes… mouth… haaaaa… I’m breaking… haaaaaaaa… please… no… haaaaa… can’t breathe…

haaaaaaaa…”

Fourth orgasm tore through her like wildfire. She sobbed openly, voice hoarse and cracking, body shaking so

violently the entire bed frame groaned.

“HAAAAAAAA… cummiiiing… again… haaaaa… kill me… haaaaaaaa… mercy… no more… haaaaa… please…

haaaaaaaa…”
.
They let her come down for almost a full minute—only the anal plug still buzzing softly inside her.

Then Gupta shed his clothes at last. Thick, heavy cock already leaking. He positioned himself behind her,

removed the anal plug slowly (making her whimper at the sudden emptiness), then lined himself up at her

soaked entrance.


One long, unrelenting thrust—burying himself to the hilt.

“NOOOOOO… so deep… haaaaa… full… oh fuck… haaaaaaaa…”

He started fucking her hard—deep, punishing strokes that slapped against her ass with every thrust. Rahul

stayed beneath, magic wand pressed firmly to her clit again, tongue occasionally darting out to lick where

they joined.

The fifth climax built slower this time—devastatingly intense. Her whole body locked up, muscles seizing,

voice reduced to raw, animalistic whimpers.

“HAAAAAAAA… too much… haaaaa… gonna… haaaaaaaa… no no no… cummiiiing… haaaaa… squirting again…

haaaaaaaa… please… stop… haaaaa… I can’t… haaaaaaaa…”

She exploded—violent, full-body convulsions, squirting in rhythmic pulses that drenched Rahul’s face and

chest.




Gupta groaned low in his throat, thrusts turning erratic as he came deep inside her, filling her completely.

When it was finally over, Athidi was a trembling, sweat-soaked wreck—moaning softly, barely coherent.


“Haaaa… haaaaa… no more… please… haaaaa… done… haaaaaaaa…”

They uncuffed her slowly, removed the blindfold with gentle fingers. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown,

cheeks streaked with tears. She smiled weakly, dazed, completely unaware.

Gupta kissed her forehead. “You were fucking incredible.”

Rahul stroked her hair. “Rest now.”

Neither mentioned the four perfect 4K recordings—every angle, every glistening drop, every desperate

“nooooo” and shattered “haaaaaaaa”—now safely archived, timestamped, crystal clear under the unforgiving

brightness of the lights.



















Poor Athidhi don't know they well captured her in all angles in 4k resolution under heavy lights. Her every single moan

and expression well being recored.......


End Day 1......in video title appeared to Kamal....


Kamal's no reaction when he saw that day 1 video. How his love beautiful wife being taken by Gupta and Rahul.

But he felt so anger at the same time he highly got aroused. His cock still in rock hard situation from the video

started. He came thrice.

Continueeeee.......

[mkgkkr]

Story is going great…you can make it more erotic in Athidi’s voice and expressions.

[seducemywifey]

Signing out of this story after the last two updates buddy..hope others enjoy it well

[me.you]

lets see what will unfold in day 2 and 3

[Suresh@123]

The morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of the villa, casting a golden haze over the master

bedroom. Athidi stirred slowly, her body aching in the most delicious ways from the night before. Every

muscle felt tender, her skin marked with faint bruises from Gupta's grip and Rahul's bites. She blinked against

the light, realizing she was alone in the massive bed, the sheets tangled around her naked form. The

blindfold and cuffs were gone, neatly stowed away somewhere, but the memories replayed in her mind like a

forbidden film—her cries, her pleas, the unrelenting pleasure that had shattered her.

She sat up, wincing slightly as she felt the lingering soreness between her thighs. A quick glance at the clock

showed it was just past 9 AM. The island's seclusion meant no rush, no outside world to intrude. But where

were Gupta and Rahul? She heard faint voices from the terrace outside, accompanied by the clink of coffee

cups. Wrapping a silk robe around herself—barely covering her curves—she padded barefoot to the French

doors and peeked out.

There they were, lounging in swim trunks by the infinity pool that overlooked the turquoise ocean. Gupta,

with his broad shoulders and salt-and-pepper hair, sipped espresso while scrolling through his phone. Rahul,

lean and tanned, laughed at something on his tablet. They looked so casual, so normal, as if last night hadn't

happened. But Athidi knew better. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of them, a mix of desire and

embarrassment flooding her.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Rahul called out without looking up, his voice teasing. "Join us. We made breakfast."

She hesitated in the doorway, tying the robe tighter. "I... I should shower first."

Gupta set his phone down, his dark eyes locking onto hers with that commanding intensity. "No. Come as

you are. We like you... natural."

Her pulse quickened. Natural? She could still feel the stickiness between her legs from Gupta's release last

night, her hair a mess, her makeup smudged. But something in his tone made her obey. She stepped out

onto the warm tiles, the robe slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her breast.

They pulled out a chair for her between them at the small table laden with fresh fruit, croissants, and yogurt.

As she sat, Rahul poured her coffee, his fingers brushing hers deliberately. "How did you sleep, Athidi? After

all that... excitement?"

She blushed, staring into her cup. "Fine. I mean... exhausted."

Gupta chuckled softly, leaning back. "Exhausted? That's one way to put it. Tell us, what was your favorite

part?"

The question caught her off guard. She shifted in her seat, the robe's fabric rubbing against her sensitive

nipples. "I... I don't know. It was all... intense."

Rahul's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Come on, be specific. Was it when Gupta first touched you with the

vibrator? Or when you squirted all over my hand?"

Athidi's face burned. She glanced around, even though the island was private—no one but the waves to hear.
. "Rahul... please. That's embarrassing."

"That's the point," Gupta said calmly, slicing a mango and offering her a piece on his fork. "Eat. And answer

him. We want to hear you say it."

She took the bite, the sweet juice dripping down her chin. Wiping it away shyly, she murmured, "The... the

squirting. I've never done that before. It felt... out of control."

Rahul grinned. "Out of control? You mean humiliating? Like you couldn't hold back, even though you begged

us to stop?"

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes... humiliating. But... good humiliating."

Gupta's hand rested on her thigh under the table, his thumb stroking lightly. "Good girl. See? Honesty suits

you. Now, tell us—how many times did you cum last night? Count them for us."

Athidi squirmed, the casual breakfast turning into something far more intimate. "Five... I think. It all blurred

together."

"Five," Rahul echoed, leaning closer. "And each one louder than the last. Remember the fourth? When we had

you on your stomach, ass up, and you sobbed into the pillow?"

Her breath hitched. "Yes... I remember. It felt like I was breaking."

"But you loved it," Gupta pressed, his hand sliding higher, parting the robe slightly. "Didn't you? Say it."

"I... I loved it," she admitted, her voice trembling with shame. The admission made her core throb, even as

she crossed her legs to hide her growing arousal.

They continued like this through breakfast—teasing questions that forced her to relive every moment, her

answers coming out shy and halting, each one deepening her humiliation. "Did it turn you on when we

blindfolded you?" Rahul asked. "Knowing you couldn't see what was coming next?"

"Yes... it made everything feel more... vulnerable."

"And the anal plug?" Gupta added, his eyes never leaving hers. "You've never had anything there before. How

did it feel, stretching you open?"

Athidi covered her face with her hands. "Oh god... tight. Full. Wrong, but... exciting. I felt so exposed."

"Exposed," Rahul repeated, his tone dripping with delight. "Like a slut on display?"

She whimpered softly. "Yes... like a slut."

By the time the plates were cleared, Athidi was a mess—robe half-open, nipples hard peaks against the silk,

thighs slick with her own excitement. They hadn't touched her sexually yet, just words, but it was enough to

have her on edge.

"Let's go for a swim," Gupta suggested, standing and offering his hand. "To cool you off."

The pool was heated, the water like silk against her skin as she shed the robe and slipped in naked. They

joined her, their bodies brushing against hers in the shallow end. But instead of relief, the teasing continued.

Rahul floated beside her, his hand casually grazing her hip. "Tell us, Athidi—before last night, what's the

dirtiest thing you've ever done?"

She treaded water, her breasts bobbing just above the surface. "I... once, in college, I hooked up with two

guys at a party. But it was quick, nothing like... this."

"Two guys?" Gupta swam up behind her, his chest pressing against her back. "Did they make you cum like we

did? Or were they amateurs?"

"No... not like you," she confessed shyly, feeling his hardness against her ass. "They didn't tease. Didn't make

me beg."

Rahul's fingers traced her collarbone. "Beg? Like how you begged us last night? 'Please, no more... haaaaa...'"

She laughed nervously, but it turned into a moan as Gupta's hand dipped below the water, cupping her

mound lightly. "Yes... like that. It was humiliating to beg."

"But you did it anyway," Rahul whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "Because deep down, you crave it. Don't

you?"

"Yes," she breathed, her hips bucking involuntarily against Gupta's palm. "I crave it."

They played this game all morning—questions that peeled away her inhibitions, her answers laced with shy

admissions that only fueled their arousal and hers. In the pool, on the loungers drying off, even during a light

lunch of grilled fish and salads on the terrace. No bondage, just their words binding her in a web of erotic

humiliation.

After lunch, they moved to the shaded cabana by the beach, the sound of waves a constant backdrop. Athidi

lay on a cushioned daybed between them, still naked, her skin glistening with sunscreen they'd applied—

slowly, teasingly, their hands lingering everywhere but where she needed.

Gupta propped himself on an elbow, looking down at her. "Athidi, have you ever fantasized about being

watched? Not just by us, but... others?"


Her eyes widened, a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over her. "Watched? Like... voyeurs?"

Rahul traced a finger around her navel. "Mmm. Strangers seeing you cum, hearing your cries. Does that turn

you on?"

She bit her lip, shaking her head at first, but their expectant stares made her crumble. "Maybe... a little. It's

scary, but... exciting. Humiliating to think about."

"Scary how?" Gupta pressed, his hand sliding to her inner thigh.

"Like... losing control in front of people. Them judging me for being so... needy."

"Needy," Rahul echoed, his voice low. "Like how needy you are right now? We can see it, you know—your

pussy glistening, begging for attention without us even touching it."

Athidi squeezed her thighs together, mortified. "Stop... that's embarrassing."

"But true," Gupta said, gently parting her legs. "Tell us—what would you do if someone was watching right

now? Would you still spread for us?"

"I... I don't know," she whispered, but her body betrayed her, hips arching slightly.

"Yes, you do," Rahul insisted. "Say it. 'I'd spread my legs and let them see me cum.'"

Her voice was tiny, humiliated. "I'd... spread my legs and let them see me cum."

The afternoon stretched on like this—lazy, sun-drenched hours filled with probing questions that made her

squirm and confess. "What's the most times you've masturbated in a day?" (Four, she admitted shyly.) "Have

you ever tasted yourself?" (Yes, once, out of curiosity—it was salty, sweet.) "Do you like being called names

during sex?" (Yes... it makes me feel dirty, in a good way.)
Each answer drew soft praises from them—"Good girl," "So honest"—but also more teasing, their hands

brushing her skin, keeping her on the brink without relief. By late afternoon, Athidi was a puddle of need, her

body trembling with unfulfilled desire.

As the sun dipped lower, they led her back inside to the living room—a spacious area with plush couches

facing floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sea. They sat her between them, still naked, while they

remained clothed in shorts.

"Time for a game," Rahul announced, pulling out a small deck of cards from a drawer. "Truth or dare, but only

truths. And you have to answer everything."

Athidi's heart raced. "Only me?"

Gupta nodded. "For now. Start with this: Describe in detail the first time you had an orgasm."

She blushed furiously, but the humiliation only heightened her arousal. "I was... 16. In my room, alone. I used

my fingers, thinking about a boy from college. It was quick, intense... I bit my pillow to stay quiet."

"Details," Rahul urged. "How did you touch yourself? Circles? Up and down?"

"Circles... on my clit. Slow at first, then faster. I was so wet... it surprised me."

Gupta's hand rested on her knee. "And did you think about being taken by two men back then?"

"No... but now... yes."


The questions grew bolder. "Have you ever faked an orgasm?" (A few times, with exes.) "What's your dirtiest

fantasy?" (Being used in public, but discreetly—hands under a table at dinner.)

With each confession, they rewarded her with light touches—a finger tracing her slit, a thumb brushing her

nipple—but never enough to let her cum. Athidi was panting, her answers coming out in breathless stutters,

her humiliation complete as she begged them with her eyes.

"Please... I can't take more questions. I need..."

Rahul tilted her chin up. "Need what? Say it, shy girl."

"I need you... both. Fuck me. Please."

Gupta smiled. "Soon. One more truth: Do you want us to fill you up again, like last night?"

"Yes... god, yes. Humiliate me with your cocks."

That broke their restraint. They stripped quickly, their erections springing free—Gupta thick and veined, Rahul

longer and curved. They positioned her on the couch, on all fours, facing the windows where the setting sun

painted the sky orange.

Rahul knelt in front, guiding her mouth to his cock. "Suck me while Gupta takes you from behind. Show us

how needy you are."

Athidi moaned around him, her tongue swirling as Gupta entered her slowly, stretching her sore walls.

"Haaaa... so full... yes..."

They fucked her in tandem—Rahul thrusting into her mouth, Gupta pounding her pussy with deep, rhythmic

strokes. Her muffled cries filled the room: "Mmmph... haaaaa... more..."

Gupta's hands gripped her hips. "You're so wet from all that talking. Admitting your slutty secrets turned you

on, didn't it?"

She nodded, humiliated tears pricking her eyes as she sucked harder.

Rahul pulled out briefly. "Tell us—beg for our cum."

"Please... cum inside me... on me... haaaaa... I'm your slut..."

They switched positions midway—Rahul behind her now, his curve hitting her g-spot perfectly, while Gupta

fed her his cock, still slick from her juices.

"Haaaa... taste myself... humiliating... oh fuck..."

The pace quickened, their grunts mixing with her whimpers. Rahul came first, spilling deep inside her with a

groan. "Take it... all of it."

Gupta followed, pulling out to paint her back and ass with hot ropes. "Marked... ours."

Athidi collapsed, spent, but they weren't done. As she caught her breath, Gupta whispered, "We have a

surprise for you."

Rahul fetched a tablet from the side table, turning it on. The screen lit up with footage—from last night. The

four cameras had captured everything: her bound form, the toys, her orgasms in crystal-clear 4K.

Athidi's eyes widened in shock and arousal. "You... recorded it?"

Gupta nodded. "For us to watch together. And maybe... share, if you ever say 'anything' again."

The humiliation hit her like a wave, but so did the heat. As the video played—her cries echoing softly—she felt

herself getting wet again. "Oh god... that's me..."

Rahul kissed her neck. "Surprise. Now, let's watch you cum on screen while we make you cum in real life."
They positioned her between them, fingers and mouths exploring as the footage rolled. Athidi's shy protests

melted into moans, the day ending in another round of exquisite, humiliating pleasure.

The Evening Deepens

As the video played, Athidi couldn't tear her eyes away. There she was, blindfolded and spread, her body

arching under the assault of vibrators. The sound of her own "haaaaa..." filled the room, syncing with her

current breaths. Gupta's fingers dipped between her legs, finding her slick anew.

"See that?" he murmured. "That's you squirting. So beautiful, so humiliated."

She whimpered, legs parting wider. "I look... desperate."

"You were," Rahul said, his mouth on her breast. "And you are now. Touch yourself while you watch."

Shyly, her hand moved down, fingers circling her clit as the on-screen version screamed through her third

orgasm. The real Athidi matched it, cumming with a soft cry. "Haaaa... again..."

They spent the evening like this—replaying clips, teasing her with questions about each moment. "Did it feel

as good as it looks?" "Would you do it again?" Her answers were humiliated whispers, but honest.

By nightfall, they led her to the bedroom, no bondage, just their bodies entwining. They took turns—Gupta

slow and deep, Rahul fast and teasing—until she was a boneless heap.


As they drifted to sleep, Athidi whispered, "The surprise... it's hot. But scary."

Gupta kissed her. "That's the fun."



Continue day 2.........

[me.you]

Really good update, nice writing.. Not too much humiliating.

[Suresh@123]

Day 2 continues.......


As the stars began to twinkle over the secluded island villa, Athidi lay sandwiched between Gupta and Rahul

on the massive bed, her body still humming from the evening's teasing and the video playback. The air was

thick with the scent of sex and saltwater, the ceiling fan whirring softly above them. She thought the night

might wind down into gentle cuddles, but Gupta's hand trailed down her side, his fingers possessive as they

gripped her hip.


"Not done yet, Athidi," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "We promised you 'anything,'

remember? Tonight, we're taking it further. Three hours of us owning every inch of you. Hardcore. No breaks

until you're begging for mercy—and even then, maybe not."

Rahul chuckled from her other side, his lean body pressing closer, his erection already stirring against her

thigh. "You heard him. Get ready to moan louder than in that video. We're going to break you in the best way."

Athidi's heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement flooding her. Her body was already sore from the day, but

the humiliation of the video had reignited her desire. "I... I don't know if I can handle three hours," she

whispered shyly, her voice trembling.

"Oh, you will," Gupta said, rolling her onto her back and pinning her wrists above her head with one strong

hand. "And you'll love every humiliating second. But first, we're recording all of this in 4K. Every moan, every

thrust, every drop of sweat. It'll be my sweet memory to relive forever."

Athidi's eyes widened in protest, her cheeks flushing deeper with embarrassment. "No, please... not

recording. That's too much. I deny it—it's humiliating enough without a camera capturing everything."

Gupta's grip tightened slightly, his smile firm and insistent. "Oh, Athidi, it's happening. Think of it as our

private film. My sweet memory of how perfectly you submit. Rahul, set up the cameras."

Rahul grinned, hopping off the bed to adjust the discreet 4K cameras already mounted around the room—on

tripods by the nightstand, overhead from the ceiling fan, and one handheld for close-ups. He hit record on all

of them, the red lights blinking to life like watchful eyes. "All set. Lights, camera, action. Now, let's make this

footage unforgettable."

The clock on the nightstand read 9 PM. The marathon began, every moment immortalized in crystal-clear

4K.

Gupta started slow but intense, his mouth claiming hers in a deep, dominating kiss while Rahul's hands

roamed her body, pinching her nipples until they hardened into peaks. Athidi gasped into Gupta's mouth, her

back arching. "Ohhhhh...... please..." The cameras captured it all—the way her body trembled, the soft glow of

sweat on her skin under the villa's dim lights.

But they didn't ease up. Gupta released her wrists only to flip her onto her stomach, spreading her legs wide.

He positioned himself behind her, his thick cock teasing her entrance, slick from earlier. "Beg for it, Athidi.

Tell us how much you need this—and say it for the camera."

"I... I need it," she whimpered, her face buried in the pillow, aware of the lens zooming in on her flushed

expression. "Fuck me... hard." But she added softly, "Please, no recording... it's too embarrassing."

Gupta chuckled, glancing at the nearest camera. "That's what makes it sweet, my memory keeper." He thrust

in with one powerful stroke, filling her completely. Athidi's cry echoed through the room: "Haaaa aaa..

Haaaa... oh god, too deep!" The 4K captured the ripple of her skin, the arch of her back, every detail in high
. definition.

Rahul knelt in front of her, lifting her head by the hair gently but firmly, angling her face toward a camera.

"Open your mouth, shy girl. Suck while he fucks you—and smile for your audience of one."

She obeyed, her lips wrapping around Rahul's length as Gupta began pounding into her from behind. The

rhythm was relentless—Gupta's hips slamming against her ass, each thrust sending jolts through her body.

Athidi moaned around Rahul's cock, the vibrations making him groan. "Mmmph... ohhhhh...... Haaaa...

slower... please..." The handheld camera, now in Rahul's free hand, got a close-up of her tear-streaked face,

her lips stretched around him.

But they ignored her pleas. Gupta's hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him harder. "No slowing

down. Take it like the slut you admitted to being. This footage will show how much you crave it."

Rahul thrust deeper into her mouth, his curve hitting the back of her throat. "Gag on it, Athidi. Show the

camera how humiliated you feel."

She did, tears streaming down her face from the intensity, but her pussy clenched around Gupta, betraying

her arousal. The first orgasm hit her like a wave after just ten minutes, her body shaking. "Haaaa... aaa... I'm

cumming... ohhhhh...... nooooo please.... it's too much!" The cameras caught the convulsion, her juices

glistening in 4K clarity.

They didn't stop. Gupta pulled out only to flip her over, entering her again missionary style, his weight pinning

her down. Rahul straddled her chest, feeding her his cock while pinching her nipples. The bed creaked under

the force, Athidi's moans growing louder, more desperate. "Slow... slow.... Slow.... margayiiiii.... haaaaa... I

can't... ohhhhh......" One camera overhead recorded the full scene, another focused on her bouncing breasts.

Thirty minutes in, sweat glistened on all their bodies, the lenses fogging slightly from the heat but still

capturing every bead. They switched—Rahul behind her now, his longer cock hitting her g-spot with every

thrust. Gupta in her mouth, his thickness making her jaw ache. Athidi's hands clutched the sheets, her nails

digging in as another climax built. "Haaaa aaa.. Haaaa... .. Nooooo please....slow...slow.... Slow.... margayiiiii....

haaaaa... fuck... deeper... no, wait... ohhhhh......" Gupta adjusted a tripod for a better angle, insisting, "This is

gold—my sweet memory of you breaking."

Rahul slapped her ass lightly, the sting adding to the humiliation, the sound crisp on the audio. "Beg for

more, not less. You love this, and the camera knows it."

"I... I love it... haaaaa... humiliate me more... ohhhhh...... but please, stop recording," she pleaded weakly.

"No chance," Gupta replied. "It's for us—for my memories."

They obliged her other plea, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Gupta stood, lifting her legs over his

shoulders, pounding downward. Rahul beside him, fingering her clit while she sucked him alternately. The

position exposed her completely, her breasts bouncing with each impact. Athidi's cries filled the villa:

"Haaaa... aaa... oh god, I'm breaking... slow.... margayiiiii.... nooooo... yes... haaaaa..." The 4K zoomed in on her

spread legs, capturing the slick intrusion.

By the one-hour mark, she'd cum three more times, her body a trembling mess. They gave her a brief water

break—ten seconds—before resuming, Rahul checking the cameras to ensure nothing was missed. Now on

the floor, carpet soft under her knees, Athidi on all fours. Rahul under her, thrusting up into her pussy, while

Gupta took her ass slowly at first, then harder. Double penetration stretched her to her limits.

"Ohhhhh...... Haaaa aaa.. Haaaa... .. Nooooo please....slow...slow.... Slow.... margayiiiii.... haaaaa... too full... I

can't breathe... ohhhhh......" The cameras encircled them, one low-angle shot emphasizing the dual entry.

The sensation was overwhelming—Rahul's curve rubbing her insides, Gupta's thickness claiming her back

entrance. They synced their thrusts, one in as the other out, driving her mad. Tears of pleasure and pain

mixed on her cheeks. "Margayiiiii.... haaaaa... please... mercy... nooooo... don't stop... ohhhhh......" Gupta

murmured to the lens, "Look at her—perfect for my sweet memories."

Rahul grinned up at her. "Admit it—you're our fucktoy now, on film forever."

"Yes... haaaaa... your toy... humiliate me... aaa... slow.... margayiiiii...." But she whispered, "Please, turn off the cameras..."

"Never," Gupta insisted. "This is too precious."

They kept this up for twenty minutes, her orgasms blending into one continuous wave. Then, a position

change: Athidi straddling Gupta on the bed, riding him reverse cowgirl while Rahul stood behind, alternating

between her mouth and ass. Her moans were guttural now, raw from screaming. "Haaaa... ohhhhh......

nooooo please....slow... haaaaa... I'm dying... margayiiiii.... aaa..." The overhead camera caught her bouncing

form in stunning detail.

Ninety minutes in, exhaustion set in, but they fueled her with words. "Remember the video? This new one in

4K will be even better—live, endless, my ultimate sweet memory." Gupta's hands on her breasts, twisting

nipples. Rahul's fingers in her hair, guiding her toward a lens.

She came again, squirting this time, soaking the sheets. "Ohhhhh...... Haaaa aaa.. Haaaa... .. Nooooo... slow....

margayiiiii.... haaaaa... wet... everywhere... humiliating... ohhhhh......" The close-up captured the spray in

high-res.

They moved to the shower for a "break"—but it was no break, and Rahul brought a waterproof 4K camera

along. Under the hot water, soap slicking their bodies, Rahul pressed her against the glass, fucking her from

behind while Gupta knelt, his tongue on her clit. Athidi's palms slapped the tiles, her cries echoing off the

walls. "Haaaa... aaa... water... too much... slow...slow.... margayiiiii.... nooooo please.... ohhhhh...... haaaaa..."

The lens fogged but cleared, recording the steamy scene.


"No recording in here... please," Athidi begged, water streaming down her face.

Gupta looked up, insistent. "Especially in here—it's artistic, my sweet memory."

Back to the bed, two hours in. Athidi on her side, Gupta spooning her from behind, deep in her pussy, Rahul

in front, in her mouth. They rocked her between them, her body limp but responsive. "Margayiiiii.... haaaaa...

can't... more... ohhhhh...... slow.... nooooo... aaa..." Cameras adjusted for side views.

Another switch: Suspended between them, legs wrapped around Rahul's waist as he thrust standing, Gupta

behind supporting and entering her ass. Gravity added intensity, each drop onto them sending shocks. "

Haaaa aaa.. Haaaa... .. Nooooo please....slow...slow.... Slow.... margayiiiii.... haaaaa... falling... ohhhhh......" A

tripod captured the athletic feat.

Her climaxes numbered in the double digits now, each one wringing louder moans. "Ohhhhh...... please...

mercy... haaaaa... aaa... nooooo... slow.... margayiiiii...." The footage rolled on relentlessly.


As the third hour approached, they laid her on her back, both kneeling over her. Gupta in her pussy, Rahul in

her ass, alternating rapid thrusts. Athidi thrashed, her voice hoarse. "Haaaa... ohhhhh...... nooooo

please....slow... haaaaa... both... too much... margayiiiii.... aaa... cumming... again... ohhhhh......" Cameras

from multiple angles ensured nothing was missed.

They built to a frenzy, her body convulsing in one final, massive orgasm that left her screaming: "Margayiiiii....

haaaaa... nooooo... slow.... ohhhhh...... Haaaa aaa.. Haaaa... .. please.... I can't... haaaaa..." The 4K

immortalized the peak.

But just as they neared their own releases, the bedroom door creaked open. In walked a stunning woman—

tall, athletic, with short-cropped dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a lithe body clad in a sheer negligee. She

was Lena, Rahul's kept woman, a lesbian lover he'd mentioned in passing but never introduced. She'd been

on the island all along, waiting in a guest wing, watching the feeds discreetly.

. "Room for one more?" Lena purred, her voice sultry with a European accent. She stripped slowly, revealing

perky breasts and a toned figure. Athidi's eyes widened in shock and fresh humiliation—another person

seeing her like this, and with cameras rolling.

Rahul grinned, pulling out. "Perfect timing, Lena. Join the bang. Athidi's been our star—now show her what

you can do. And don't worry, it's all being recorded in 4K for Gupta's sweet memories."

Athidi shook her head weakly. "No... not with her... and definitely no more recording. I deny it—turn them off!"

Gupta stroked her cheek, insistent. "It's happening, Athidi. This addition makes the memory even sweeter.

Lena, get in frame."

Lena crawled onto the bed, her hands gentle but firm as she pushed Athidi's legs apart wider. "I've been

watching the live feed, darling. You're exquisite when you break." Her tongue flicked Athidi's clit, expert and

teasing, while Gupta and Rahul watched, stroking themselves. The cameras adjusted automatically, capturing


the new dynamic.

Athidi moaned anew, the softness contrasting the hardness. "Ohhhhh...... haaaaa... a woman... nooooo...

humiliating... aaa... slow.... margayiiiii...." Her protest about the recording faded into gasps.

Lena lapped hungrily, fingers joining in, curling inside. "Taste so sweet after all that." Rahul entered Lena from

behind, fucking her as she ate Athidi out. Gupta claimed Athidi's mouth with his cock.

The group dynamic exploded—Lena's moans vibrating against Athidi, Rahul pounding Lena, Gupta thrusting.

Then switches: Lena straddling Athidi's face, teaching her to lick shyly. "Like that... yes... haaaaa..." A close-up

camera focused on Athidi's tentative tongue.


Athidi's tongue explored tentatively, humiliation peaking. "Mmmph... tastes... different... ohhhhh...... nooooo

please...." She murmured against Lena's skin, "Please... no cameras..."

But Gupta, watching, insisted, "Keep going—it's beautiful on film."

Gupta fucked Athidi while she pleasured Lena, Rahul taking Lena's ass. The bed shook with their combined

cries. Athidi came again under Lena's guidance, squirting into her mouth. "Haaaa aaa.. Haaaa... .. Nooooo...

slow.... margayiiiii.... haaaaa... lesbian... ohhhhh......" The 4K caught the fluid arc perfectly.

The finale: All four entangled—Athidi on her back, Gupta in her pussy, Rahul in her ass, Lena's fingers and

mouth everywhere, kissing, licking, pinching. Athidi's ultimate moan shattered the night: "Margayiiiii....

haaaaa... everyone... nooooo please....slow... ohhhhh...... Haaaa aaa.. Haaaa... .. too much... cumming...

forever..." Cameras from every angle documented the chaos.

They all climaxed in a chain—Rahul filling her ass, Gupta her pussy, Lena grinding to orgasm on Athidi's thigh,

then collapsing in a heap. The recordings captured the afterglow, breaths heaving.

As the clock struck midnight, the three-hour ordeal ended, but with Lena's addition, the night promised

more. Athidi, utterly spent, whispered, "Humiliated... but... thank you." Gupta hit stop on the cameras,

smiling. "My sweet memories are safe now."


The next phase began with Lena taking charge, her lesbian expertise adding a new layer of softness amid the

hardness. But first, Gupta restarted the 4K cameras, positioning an extra one for better coverage. Athidi protested

again: "No more recording... I deny it. Please, it's enough."

Gupta kissed her forehead insistently. "One more session for the collection—my sweet memory of this new chapter."

Lena nodded approvingly as the red lights blinked on.

Lena positioned Athidi on her knees, facing her, while Gupta and Rahul watched from the sides. "Kiss me, shy one,"

Lena commanded, her lips soft and insistent. The cameras rolled, capturing the tentative lean-in.

Athidi hesitated, but the humiliation of performing for the men—and the lenses—pushed her forward. Their lips met,

tongues dancing, Athidi's moans soft at first: "Mmm... ohhhhh...... different... haaaaa..." A close-up framed their faces,

the passion vivid.

Lena's hands cupped Athidi's breasts, thumbs circling nipples. "Good girl. Now, lower." She guided Athidi's head down

to her chest, Athidi sucking tentatively. "Haaaa... aaa... like this? Nooooo... embarrassing..." The audio picked up every

suckle.

"Yes," Lena moaned, arching. Rahul couldn't resist, sliding behind Lena to enter her slowly, his thrusts making her body

rock against Athidi's mouth. The chain formed, a wide-angle lens encompassing the line.

Gupta joined, pulling Athidi's hips up to enter her from behind. The full chain: Gupta fucking Athidi, Athidi pleasuring

Lena's breasts, Rahul fucking Lena. Moans synced: Athidi's "Ohhhhh...... slow.... margayiiiii.... haaaaa..." mixing with

Lena's gasps. The 4K detailed the sweat-slicked connections.

They held this for fifteen minutes, building slowly. Then, Lena flipped Athidi onto her back, diving between her legs.

Her tongue was magic—circling, flicking, sucking. Athidi thrashed: "Haaaa aaa.. Haaaa... .. Nooooo

please....slow...slow.... Slow.... margayiiiii.... ohhhhh...... woman... eating me... haaaaa..." Cameras zoomed on Lena's

expert work.

Rahul entered Lena again, doggy style over Athidi, while Gupta fed Athidi his cock. The overload sent Athidi over the

edge quickly: "Margayiiiii.... cumming... on her tongue... nooooo... aaa..." The footage shook slightly with her

convulsions.

Post-orgasm, they rearranged. Lena strapped on a dildo from a hidden drawer—sleek, vibrating. "My turn to fuck you,

Athidi." She entered her missionary, gentle at first, then harder, the vibration humming. A camera mounted nearby

captured the penetration in sharp focus.

Athidi's eyes rolled back: "Ohhhhh...... haaaaa... toy... inside... slow.... nooooo please.... margayiiiii.... haaaaa..." She

begged softly, "Turn off the cameras... please."

Gupta, stroking nearby, insisted, "No—this is the highlight for my memories."

Gupta and Rahul took turns in Lena's mouth and ass, the group a writhing mass. Athidi came twice more from the

dildo, her moans echoing: "Haaaa... aaa... vibrating... too much... slow.... ohhhhh......" The vibrations were almost

audible on the recording.

Hour extending, they moved to the terrace under the stars, Rahul carrying a portable 4K camera. Athidi bent over the

railing, ocean breeze on her skin. Rahul in her pussy, Gupta in her ass, Lena kneeling to lick where they joined. The

exposure—imagined eyes from the sea, plus the camera—heightened humiliation. "Nooooo... outside... someone

might see... haaaaa... slow.... margayiiiii.... ohhhhh......" The night vision mode kicked in, stars twinkling in the

background.

Lena's tongue teased her clit: "Let them see. You're beautiful." The lens caught the ocean waves crashing in sync with

thrusts.

Back inside, more positions: Athidi riding Lena's strap-on, bouncing, while sucking Rahul, Gupta behind entering her

ass. Double penetration with a twist. "Haaaa aaa.. Haaaa... .. Nooooo please....slow... full... margayiiiii.... haaaaa...

ohhhhh......" Multiple cameras triangulated the action.

They edged her for twenty minutes, denying release until she begged: "Please... cum... nooooo... slow...." The buildup

was torturously detailed on film.

Finally, permission granted, she exploded: "Margayiiiii.... haaaaa... aaa..." The squirt was captured in slow-motion

potential.

The night wore on with variations—69 between Athidi and Lena while the men alternated fucking them, group oral

chains, even light spanking from Lena to add sting. Athidi's moans never ceased, growing hoarser: "Ohhhhh...... slow...

nooooo please.... haaaaa... margayiiiii...." Throughout, Athidi's denials about the recording peppered the scenes, but

Gupta's insistence prevailed each time: "It's for my sweet memories—keep going."

By the end, as dawn hinted, they all collapsed, bodies entangled, Athidi in the center, marked, sore, humiliated, and

satisfied. Lena kissed her softly: "Welcome to the family." Gupta stopped the cameras one last time, a collection of

hours of 4K footage now his treasured keepsake.

And they Wil think to send to Kamal and humiliate him later...

[Suresh@123]

Gupta whispers in Athidi ears " just we finished Day 2.....still wait one more day.. 3".. But Athidhi replied in

already she is breathing heavily so erotically she fainted so breathing her boobs going up and down....

"please this enough I can't. You both already given me 3 days please just in 2 days " Gupta told OK as per

you wish......". We will leave....

[Suresh@123]

Sorry for not post images and sex gif as some of the friends in forum requested.. Not to post....

[me.you]

Gupta whispers in Athidi ears " just we finished Day 2.....still wait one more day.. 3".. But Athidhi replied in

already she is breathing heavily so erotically she fainted so  breathing her boobs going up and down....

"please this enough I can't.  You both already given me 3 days please just in 2 days "  Gupta told OK as per

you wish......". We will leave....

so no third day action?

[mkgkkr]

Sorry for not post  images and sex gif as some of the friends in forum requested.. Not to post....

Please post images as it helps in imagination and more erotic