Day Two: Jacuzzi Depravity
The next morning, after forcing John to watch them shower with Riya—fucking her against the tiles, using her thali as a handle to bend her over — the table—quick, brutal, her squirting into her plate before eating-they took her to the villa's private jacuzzi on the patio, surrounded by high walls but open to the warm Ooty breeze. It was kinky perfection: bubbling hot water, jets pulsing like vibrators, steam rising. John was tied to a lounge chair nearby, gagged with his own underwear, his small cock caged in frustration.
They stripped Riya naked, her body glowing in the sunlight—curves soft, thali shining against her brown skin. 'Into the water, slut,' Ramu commanded, and she obeyed, sinking into the jets, moaning as the bubbles hit her clit. 'It feels so good... like fingers everywhere.' The men joined, surrounding her in the tub. Raju pulled her onto his lap, his 9-inch sliding into her pussy underwater, the water sloshing as she rode him, tits bouncing above the surface. She grabbed her thali, offering it to him: 'Use this to control me.' He wrapped the chain around his fist, yanking her down harder onto his cock, making her gasp.
Rahim stood, feeding her his 9-inch, water dripping from it as she sucked, bubbles tickling her hanging breasts. Salim and Ramu played with her ass, fingers probing, then Salim's massive head pressing in. The double penetration underwater was intense—the jets adding pressure, making her holes pulse. Riya thrashed, cumming quickly, squirting into the water. 'Yes, fill me... I need your big cocks,' she cried, her voice carrying to John, who squirmed in his bonds.
They amped the kink: Using villa oils, they oiled her body, making her skin slick. Ramu tied her thali to the jacuzzi edge with a soft rope, forcing her to lean forward, ass up, while Rahim fucked her from behind, the chain pulling taut with each thrust, yanking her head back like a bitch in heat. She obeyed every order—'Spread your cheeks,' 'Beg for cum on your thali'—because the pleasure was addictive, her body craving the stretch, the dominance John lacked.
Rotations went on: Triple play, with Salim in her mouth, bubbles forming around her lips; Raju and Ramu in pussy and ass, syncing to make her body jolt. They lifted her out, water cascading, for air fucks—hanging her over the edge, legs spread, taking turns slamming in while she ate pussy from the waiters' leftover lube? No, just the men. Kinky twists: Ice from the cooler rubbed on her nipples before sucking, hot water contrasting; blindfolding her with her saree, guessing whose cock was in her by taste alone, rewarding right guesses with orgasms.
Hours passed—lunch forgotten, just endless fucking. They made her ride the jacuzzi jets to edge herself, then deny until she begged, 'Please, fuck your slut!' Cum filled the water, her thali coated again, her licking it off submissively. John watched it all, his humiliation peaking as Riya came ten times, screaming, 'Better than my worthless husband!' finally gangbanged on the patio tiles, squirting screaming their names. By evening, she was a wreck—swollen, satisfied, fully their obedient whore, obeying for the sex she now needed like air.
Day Three: Rooftop Pool Finale
Dusk at the rooftop pool, city twinkling below. John bound, broken. Riya oiled, thrown in—Raju eating her pussy poolside, tongue delving deep. Salim sucked clit, fingers in ass. On a floatie, Ramu fucked her mouth underwater, bubbles from her gags. Rahim entered pussy from below, water churning. Rotations: All four in her cocks in pussy, ass, mouth, hand pinchin, slapping, chocolate dipped tips for her to savor mid thrust.
She squirted endlessly, edged cruelly: 'Hold it, you piss-drinking slut... beg.' 'Please, let your fuckdoll cum... I'll do anything.' Obeyed commands—'Swallow pool water with my cum'—drinking from cups mixed.
As the night wore on, they gathered around John, forcing him to stroke his pathetic five-inch dick while they laughed. 'Look at this tiny thing,' Raju sneered, comparing it to their spent, still-thick cocks. 'No wonder she screams for us. Your shrimp dick couldn't satisfy a virgin, let alone this whore.' Riya, panting and cum-soaked, avoided his eyes, her body marked with their bites. Salim shoved John's face toward her dripping pussy. 'Lick it clean, cuck. Taste what real men do to your wife.' John obeyed, humiliated tears mixing with the salty mix as he tongued her swollen folds.
Finally, sated, the four men dressed. 'One word to anyone security officer, family and these videos go viral,' Salim warned, waving his phone with footage from the forest to the pool. 'Your honeymoon gangbang, starring your slut wife.' They extracted John's phone number, home address, even bank details under threat, smirking as they pocketed the info. 'We'll be in touch if One word, and we ruin you. She's ours forever.' Left laughing.
John and Riya returned home shattered, the resort staff paid off with threats. Months later, a pregnancy test confirmed the worst or best, depending on the twisted lens. Riya gave birth to a healthy baby boy, dark-haired like the intruders, a permanent reminder of the three-day ordeal that had forever changed their marriage.
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The next morning, after forcing John to watch them shower with Riya—fucking her against the tiles, using her thali as a handle to bend her over — the table—quick, brutal, her squirting into her plate before eating-they took her to the villa's private jacuzzi on the patio, surrounded by high walls but open to the warm Ooty breeze. It was kinky perfection: bubbling hot water, jets pulsing like vibrators, steam rising. John was tied to a lounge chair nearby, gagged with his own underwear, his small cock caged in frustration.
They stripped Riya naked, her body glowing in the sunlight—curves soft, thali shining against her brown skin. 'Into the water, slut,' Ramu commanded, and she obeyed, sinking into the jets, moaning as the bubbles hit her clit. 'It feels so good... like fingers everywhere.' The men joined, surrounding her in the tub. Raju pulled her onto his lap, his 9-inch sliding into her pussy underwater, the water sloshing as she rode him, tits bouncing above the surface. She grabbed her thali, offering it to him: 'Use this to control me.' He wrapped the chain around his fist, yanking her down harder onto his cock, making her gasp.
Rahim stood, feeding her his 9-inch, water dripping from it as she sucked, bubbles tickling her hanging breasts. Salim and Ramu played with her ass, fingers probing, then Salim's massive head pressing in. The double penetration underwater was intense—the jets adding pressure, making her holes pulse. Riya thrashed, cumming quickly, squirting into the water. 'Yes, fill me... I need your big cocks,' she cried, her voice carrying to John, who squirmed in his bonds.
They amped the kink: Using villa oils, they oiled her body, making her skin slick. Ramu tied her thali to the jacuzzi edge with a soft rope, forcing her to lean forward, ass up, while Rahim fucked her from behind, the chain pulling taut with each thrust, yanking her head back like a bitch in heat. She obeyed every order—'Spread your cheeks,' 'Beg for cum on your thali'—because the pleasure was addictive, her body craving the stretch, the dominance John lacked.
Rotations went on: Triple play, with Salim in her mouth, bubbles forming around her lips; Raju and Ramu in pussy and ass, syncing to make her body jolt. They lifted her out, water cascading, for air fucks—hanging her over the edge, legs spread, taking turns slamming in while she ate pussy from the waiters' leftover lube? No, just the men. Kinky twists: Ice from the cooler rubbed on her nipples before sucking, hot water contrasting; blindfolding her with her saree, guessing whose cock was in her by taste alone, rewarding right guesses with orgasms.
Hours passed—lunch forgotten, just endless fucking. They made her ride the jacuzzi jets to edge herself, then deny until she begged, 'Please, fuck your slut!' Cum filled the water, her thali coated again, her licking it off submissively. John watched it all, his humiliation peaking as Riya came ten times, screaming, 'Better than my worthless husband!' finally gangbanged on the patio tiles, squirting screaming their names. By evening, she was a wreck—swollen, satisfied, fully their obedient whore, obeying for the sex she now needed like air.
Day Three: Rooftop Pool Finale
Dusk at the rooftop pool, city twinkling below. John bound, broken. Riya oiled, thrown in—Raju eating her pussy poolside, tongue delving deep. Salim sucked clit, fingers in ass. On a floatie, Ramu fucked her mouth underwater, bubbles from her gags. Rahim entered pussy from below, water churning. Rotations: All four in her cocks in pussy, ass, mouth, hand pinchin, slapping, chocolate dipped tips for her to savor mid thrust.
She squirted endlessly, edged cruelly: 'Hold it, you piss-drinking slut... beg.' 'Please, let your fuckdoll cum... I'll do anything.' Obeyed commands—'Swallow pool water with my cum'—drinking from cups mixed.
As the night wore on, they gathered around John, forcing him to stroke his pathetic five-inch dick while they laughed. 'Look at this tiny thing,' Raju sneered, comparing it to their spent, still-thick cocks. 'No wonder she screams for us. Your shrimp dick couldn't satisfy a virgin, let alone this whore.' Riya, panting and cum-soaked, avoided his eyes, her body marked with their bites. Salim shoved John's face toward her dripping pussy. 'Lick it clean, cuck. Taste what real men do to your wife.' John obeyed, humiliated tears mixing with the salty mix as he tongued her swollen folds.
Finally, sated, the four men dressed. 'One word to anyone security officer, family and these videos go viral,' Salim warned, waving his phone with footage from the forest to the pool. 'Your honeymoon gangbang, starring your slut wife.' They extracted John's phone number, home address, even bank details under threat, smirking as they pocketed the info. 'We'll be in touch if One word, and we ruin you. She's ours forever.' Left laughing.
John and Riya returned home shattered, the resort staff paid off with threats. Months later, a pregnancy test confirmed the worst or best, depending on the twisted lens. Riya gave birth to a healthy baby boy, dark-haired like the intruders, a permanent reminder of the three-day ordeal that had forever changed their marriage.
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