Misc. Erotica My Mistake and My Wife’s Gangbang on Our Honeymoon

[chodn_khanki]

The Gangbang Begins: My Friends, My Whore, and My Shame


The morning sun burned through the curtains as I stood outside Rajesh Sir’s farmhouse, my stomach twisting with a mix of dread and sick excitement. My five closest friends—guys I’d known since college—pulled up in their cars, their eyes hungry, their dicks already half-hard just from the WhatsApp clips I’d sent them last night.

"Bhai, yeh jagah toh…" one of them whistled, stepping out of the car. "Bilkul filmon jaisa hai. Aur teri biwi…" He adjusted his cock, grinning. "Wo toh ab ekdam public property ban chuki hai, na?"

I swallowed hard, nodding. "Haan. Bas aap log usko use karo. Main sirf dekhunga."

They laughed, slapping my back like this was just another boys’ trip. But we all knew—this was different. This was my wife. And today, she was their slut.

Chaitali’s "Welcome" for the Gang

Rajesh Sir opened the door, his smirk cruel as he led us inside. The stench of sex, sweat, and piss hit us immediately. And there, in the center of the room, on her knees, was Chaitali.

Her body was a canvas of degradation:

• "SLUT" tattooed boldly on her forehead.
  
• "WhOre" encircling her mouth like a sick halo.
  
• "Cum Dump" is branded on her right cheek.
  
• "Public Toilet" scrawled on her left.
  

Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen from sucking cock all night, her body covered in bruises, bite marks, and dried cum. She looked up at us, her eyes empty—**not with fear, but with hunger.

"Namaste, saab log," she whispered, her voice raspy. "Main aap sabki rand hoon. Aap jo chahe, mujhse kar sakte hain."

My friends lost it.

"BHOSDIKE, YEH KYA HAI?!" one of them growled, already unzipping his pants.

"Arre, yeh toh pure desi porno ka scene lag raha hai!" another laughed, grabbing his cock.

Rajesh Sir clapped his hands. "Chalo, shuru karo. Lekin pehle… is kutte ko apna swagat karne do."

The "Welcome Ritual": Licking Boots, Drinking Piss, Eating Dog Food

Chaitali crawled forward, her collared neck scbanging against the floor as she stopped at their feet.

"Saab log, aapka swagat hai," she moaned, her tongue darting out to lick the first guy’s boots. The leather tasted like dirt and sweat, but she didn’t stop, slobbering all over them like a starving dog.

"Yeh toh kutti ki tarah behave kar rahi hai!" the guy laughed, shoving his foot harder against her face. "Chal, mere jute saaf kar."

She obeyed, spitting on his boots and scrubbing them with her hair before licking them clean.

"Ab isko peshab pilao," Rajesh Sir ordered, handing a warm glass of yellow piss to the next guy.

Chaitali opened her mouth like a good slut, her eyes watering as he poured it down her throat. She gagged, some dribbling down her chin, but she swallowed every drop, licking her lips afterwards.

"Boht achha lagta hai, saab," she gasped, her voice trembling.

"Ab khana khilao," Rajesh Sir grinned,  shoving a bowl of dog food soaked in comode water toward her.

She didn’t hesitate. She dug in with her fingers, stuffing the warm, stinking substances into her mouth, chewing slowly as my friends watched in sick fascination.

"Mmm… aapka khan bohot swadista hai, saab," she moaned, licking her fingers clean.

One of my friends couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back.

"Teri ma ki chut, rand," he spat. "Tu itni gandi hai ki mujhe abhi hi teri gand mein lund marne ka mann kar raha hai."

The Gangbang Begins: No Mercy, No Limits

They didn’t waste time.

The first guy shoved her onto the bed, flipping her over and spreading her asscheeks wide. "Dekh, bhai log—yeh rand ki gand kitni khuli hai!" he laughed, spitting on her asshole before ramming his cock inside.

Chaitali screamed, her body jerking as he fucked her ass raw.

"AAHHH! SAAAB! AAPKA LUND ITNA BADA HAI! MUJHE FAD DEGA!" she howled, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

The second guy didn’t wait. He grabbed her face, shoving his cock into her tattooed mouth. **"Chus, rand. Aur achhe se. Nahin toh main teri WhOre wali tattoo ko chaku se kat dunga."

She obeyed, deepthroating him as he fucked her face, choking her until tears streamed down her cheeks.

The third guy went for her pussy, slamming into her with no warm-up. "Dekh, bhai—yeh chut itna geela hai! Bas randi hi ho sakti hai!"

They took turns, switching holes, spitting on her, slapping her, calling her the filthiest names:

• "Tu toh sasti gandi rand hai!"
  
• "Teri ma ki chut se bhi gandi hai tu!"
  
• "Chal, bol—tu kaunsi chut hai? Public toilet na?"
  

Chaitali answered between moans:

• "Haan, saab! Main public toilet hoon! Sabke liye khuli hoon!"
  
• "Mujhe bas chodne ke liye banaya gaya hai!"
  
• "Aap sab meri gand fad do! Meri chut phad do! Main toh bas ek cum dump hoon!"
  

My Role: The Humiliated Husband

Rajesh Sir didn’t let me just watch.

"Uth, kutte," he barked, shoving a dog bowl into my hands. "Teri biwi ko khana khila. Aur phir… uske peshab se apna muh dho."

I hesitated, but one look at Chaitali—her body being used, her eyes rolling back in pleasure—made me obey.

I knelt beside her, scooping up a handful of dog shit and stuffing it into her mouth. "Kha, rand," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Tu bas ek gandi chudail hai."

She chewed, moaning as my friends laughed.

"Ab peshab," Rajesh Sir ordered.

I filled a bowl with her piss—warm, yellow, reeking—and dipped my face into it, washing my mouth like a good little bitch.

"Boht achha, kutte," Rajesh Sir mocked. **"Ab dekh, teri biwi ko kitne log chod rahe hain."

Cum Dump

After what felt like hours, my friends finally came—all over her.

• One came on her face, painting her tattoos white.
  
• Another filled her mouth, forcing her to swallow.
  
• The last one pulled out of her pussy and sprayed her tits, rubbing it in like lotion.
  

Chaitali laid there, covered in cum, breathing hard, her body trembling.

"Ab isko saaf kar," Rajesh Sir said to me.

I crawled to her, licking the cum off her face, her tits, her tattoos, swallowing every drop like the pathetic cuck I was.

"Boht achha, pati," she moaned, petting my head like a dog. "Tum bhi mere saath chudoge?"

I looked at Rajesh Sir. He nodded.

"Haan," I whispered, unzipping my pants. "Main bhi… tera istemal karunga."

And as I fucked my own wife—her used, gaping holes still dripping with my friends’ cum—I realised: We were both beyond saving.