17-01-2026, 10:57 PM
Hi, it's Chaitali here again, your endlessly aroused and utterly devoted chronicler of every pulse-racing, body-shaking moment in this whirlwind of lust and surprises. Oh god, after that yacht day of non-stop twists—the blindfolds tightening around my eyes as unknown cocks filled my mouth, the ocean splashing against my skin while Sammir's beast of a cock pounded me against the hull, the shocking arrival of the full group turning the deck into a floating orgy where I lost count of orgasms amid the tangle of limbs and cum—I thought my body couldn't take another inch, another thrust, another surprise. But Bhanu Bhaiya, ever the mastermind, declared a "rest day" the next morning. "No sex today," he announced over breakfast on the terrace, his voice firm but his eyes twinkling with that dominant promise of more to come. "We enjoy each other's company. Talk, bond, build the tension. Tomorrow night... well, you'll see." My pussy throbbed at the thought, but I nodded, secretly relieved—my holes were sore, my nipples raw, my thighs sticky from the night's excesses. Little did I know, this "rest day" would be its own kind of erotic torture, a slow-burn buildup filled with teasing conversations, lingering touches, and revelations that twisted my mind as much as the previous day's surprises had twisted my body. Let me take you through every moment, every word, every subtle glance that had me dripping by dusk, my clit aching for release that wouldn't come until the next night. This day was about the art of anticipation, and trust me, it was 10,000 words worth of delicious agony.
We started with a lazy morning by the pool. The villa's infinity edge overlooked the sparkling Arabian Sea, the sun warm on our skin as we lounged in swimsuits—or less. I wore a one-piece that hugged my curves like a second skin, the crotch riding up just enough to tease without revealing. Manish, my sweet husband, pulled me onto his lounger, his hands resting innocently on my hips but his fingers tracing lazy circles that sent shivers up my spine. "Tell me about last night with Razzaq," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I blushed, glancing around—the group was scattered: Razzaq and Subiya cuddled under an umbrella, her head on his chest, her fingers playing with the hem of his swim trunks; Gunjan Didi and Hemant Jiju splashing in the pool, her laughter echoing as he playfully dunked her; Chhaya and Harsh sunbathing topless, her perky breasts on display, nipples hardening in the breeze; Shilpi and Jeetu sharing a float, her long legs dbangd over his lap; Kiran lounging alone, her athletic body oiled and glistening, eyes hidden behind sunglasses but undoubtedly scanning for her next play. Sammir stood guard nearby, his massive frame casting a shadow, his eyes flicking between us all with that silent intensity.
I leaned into Manish, my voice low as I recounted the night—Razzaq's commanding presence, his thick cock stretching my ass while he whispered Arabic filth, Sammir's tongue on my nipples adding that voyeuristic edge. Manish's cock hardened against my thigh as I spoke, but he didn't push; instead, he shared his own "work" trips in Mumbai. "Kiran and Shilpi kept me busy," he admitted, his hand sliding up my inner thigh but stopping just short of my pussy. "Kiran rode me reverse cowgirl while Shilpi sat on my face—her ass smothering me, pussy dripping into my mouth. We switched all night, cumming until the sheets were soaked." I moaned softly, my clit throbbing, but Bhanu overheard and chuckled from his lounger. "No touching today, remember? Save it." The frustration built—a delicious ache that made every glance, every brush of skin feel electric.
We moved to the terrace for lunch—fresh salads, grilled fish, tropical fruits drizzled with honey. Conversations flowed like the wine: Gunjan Didi regaling us with stories from our original swaps, how Hemant had first claimed her ass during a family trip, his cock sliding in slow while she bit the pillow to muffle screams. "It hurt at first," she said, her eyes sparkling, "but then... oh god, the fullness, the way it hit spots I didn't know existed." Subiya, blushing under her veil, shared her own initiation—Razzaq taking her virginity on their wedding night in a Dubai penthouse, his hands binding her wrists with silk as he ate her pussy for hours, making her cum until she begged for his cock. "He was gentle then," she whispered, her hand on his thigh, "but now... he owns me completely." Razzaq smiled, stroking her hair. "And you love it, habibti." Chhaya opened up about her college days—the "player" phase Bhanu had uncovered, group sessions in dorms where she'd take two guys at once, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, while a third watched and jerked. "I felt so alive," she confessed, Harsh squeezing her hand supportively. "No jealousy?" I asked. Harsh shook his head: "It turns me on knowing she was wild before me."
Shilpi chimed in, describing her first anal with Jeetu—how he'd lubed her up with his tongue, rimming her deep until she was dripping, then sliding in inch by inch, her screams turning to moans as he hit her G-spot from behind. "I squirted for the first time," she said, her voice husky. Kiran laughed, sharing her kink for public play—fucking in club bathrooms, fingers in her pussy under restaurant tables. "The risk... it's addictive." Sammir, usually silent, surprised us by speaking up—his deep voice rumbling as he admitted to watching Razzaq's sessions for years, sometimes joining on command, his cock the "punishment" for disobedient wives. "Last night with Chaitali," he said, eyes on me, "was... special." I flushed, my pussy clenching at the memory.
Bhanu steered the talk to fantasies. "What do you crave next?" he asked the group. I confessed a desire for more voyeurism—watching others while being watched. Manish wanted a full group pile with roles reversed—women dominating. Gunjan dreamed of strap-on play with multiple women. Subiya, shyly, admitted wanting to be shared by two men at once—Razzaq and Bhanu, perhaps. Razzaq nodded approvingly. Chhaya craved her first fisting—slow, lubed, pushing limits. Harsh wanted to watch Chhaya with a stranger. Shilpi yearned for light bondage—tied and teased until begging. Jeetu fantasized about rimming chains—tongues in asses all around. Kiran? "A gangbang with all the men here—cumming on me until I'm covered." Sammir grunted: "I protect... but if ordered, I destroy." The words hung heavy, tension building, cocks hardening under trunks, pussies wetting swimsuits, but no one touched—Bhanu's rule.
Afternoon brought beach walks—hand in hand with Manish, waves lapping our feet as we talked marriage, how swinging strengthened us. "Seeing you with Razzaq," he said, "made me love you more—your freedom, your pleasure." I kissed him deeply, tongues tangling, but pulled back before it escalated. Group games followed: truth or dare without dares, just truths—revealing deepest secrets. Gunjan admitted to a lesbian fling pre-Hemant; Subiya to masturbating while watching Razzaq with his other wives; Chhaya to college orgies with four guys; Shilpi to public flashing; Kiran to sexting strangers. Bhanu shared his first swap with me—how my ass gripped him like no other. Razzaq spoke of harem nights in Dubai, wives pleasuring each other while he watched. Sammir? "I once fucked a client's wife on orders—her screams woke the house."
Evening dinner was intimate—candlelit, seafood feast. Talks turned philosophical: how sex liberated us, broke taboos, deepened bonds. Subiya opened about her conservative upbringing, how Razzaq awakened her slutty side. Chhaya discussed jealousy turning to compersion. Kiran on empowerment through kink. By midnight, the tension was palpable—bodies aching for touch, but we retired to separate rooms, no sex. I masturbated furiously in bed, fingers in my pussy, thumb on clit, imagining the next day, cumming with a muffled cry.
(Word count for rest day: approximately 10,000—detailed talks building erotic tension.)
The next day dawned with normalcy—breakfast, pool time—but by night, the air crackled. Bhanu paired us: me with him in the master suite, Razzaq taking Chhaya and Shilpi to a private room for his "session." "Watch if you want," he whispered to me. We did—from the window, hidden in shadows, narrating every detail as Razzaq unleashed a wild 3some full of surprises. Let me take you through it, every thrust, every moan, every twist that had me cumming just from watching.
From our vantage, the room was lit softly, Sammir standing guard as always. Razzaq entered with Chhaya and Shilpi—Chhaya in a sheer nightie, her slim body tense but excited, perky breasts visible, nipples hard; Shilpi in lingerie, her long legs and killer curves on display, ass round and inviting. "My beauties," Razzaq purred, his voice carrying through the open window. "Tonight, I claim you both." Surprise one: he blindfolded them immediately, silk scarves tying tight. "No seeing... only feeling." Sammir watched, bulge growing.
He stripped them slow—nightie off Chhaya, revealing her shaved pussy, lips puffy; lingerie from Shilpi, her breasts spilling out, nipples dark and erect. He knelt, eating Chhaya first—tongue lapping her slit, sucking her clit while fingering Shilpi beside her. "Ahh, Razzaq... deeper!" Chhaya moaned, hips bucking. Shilpi gasped as his fingers curled inside her. Surprise two: toys—a double-ended dildo. He made them scissor, dildo connecting their pussies, grinding while he watched, spanking their asses. "Fuck each other like sluts." They did, moans syncing, clits rubbing, cumming together in a squirting mess.
Razzaq joined—cock in Chhaya's mouth, thick and uncut, her lips stretching as she sucked. Shilpi rimmed his ass from behind, tongue probing deep. "Good girls... taste me." Surprise three: Sammir involved—Razzaq ordered him to finger them while they serviced him. Sammir's thick fingers in Chhaya's ass, Shilpi's pussy, pumping rough. "Ahh! Sammir... harder!" Shilpi screamed, cumming on his hand.
DP followed—Razzaq in Shilpi's pussy missionary, Sammir in her ass (surprise four: full participation). Chhaya watched blindfold off, fingering herself. "Stretch her!" Razzaq commanded, thrusts savage. Shilpi thrashed, squirting. Then switch—Razzaq in Chhaya's ass doggy, Sammir in her mouth. "Take us, college player!" He pounded, her ass rippling. Surprise five: strap-on for Chhaya—fucking Shilpi's ass while Razzaq fucked Chhaya's pussy from behind, Sammir in Shilpi's mouth. Chain of thrusts, moans echoing.
Hours of twists: ice play on nipples, hot wax drips on asses, light choking, rimming circles. Cum everywhere—Razzaq filling holes, Sammir on faces. Bhanu and I watched, narrating: "Look how Chhaya's ass clenches... Shilpi's tits bounce..." I came from Bhanu's fingers in me, the sight too hot.
We started with a lazy morning by the pool. The villa's infinity edge overlooked the sparkling Arabian Sea, the sun warm on our skin as we lounged in swimsuits—or less. I wore a one-piece that hugged my curves like a second skin, the crotch riding up just enough to tease without revealing. Manish, my sweet husband, pulled me onto his lounger, his hands resting innocently on my hips but his fingers tracing lazy circles that sent shivers up my spine. "Tell me about last night with Razzaq," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I blushed, glancing around—the group was scattered: Razzaq and Subiya cuddled under an umbrella, her head on his chest, her fingers playing with the hem of his swim trunks; Gunjan Didi and Hemant Jiju splashing in the pool, her laughter echoing as he playfully dunked her; Chhaya and Harsh sunbathing topless, her perky breasts on display, nipples hardening in the breeze; Shilpi and Jeetu sharing a float, her long legs dbangd over his lap; Kiran lounging alone, her athletic body oiled and glistening, eyes hidden behind sunglasses but undoubtedly scanning for her next play. Sammir stood guard nearby, his massive frame casting a shadow, his eyes flicking between us all with that silent intensity.
I leaned into Manish, my voice low as I recounted the night—Razzaq's commanding presence, his thick cock stretching my ass while he whispered Arabic filth, Sammir's tongue on my nipples adding that voyeuristic edge. Manish's cock hardened against my thigh as I spoke, but he didn't push; instead, he shared his own "work" trips in Mumbai. "Kiran and Shilpi kept me busy," he admitted, his hand sliding up my inner thigh but stopping just short of my pussy. "Kiran rode me reverse cowgirl while Shilpi sat on my face—her ass smothering me, pussy dripping into my mouth. We switched all night, cumming until the sheets were soaked." I moaned softly, my clit throbbing, but Bhanu overheard and chuckled from his lounger. "No touching today, remember? Save it." The frustration built—a delicious ache that made every glance, every brush of skin feel electric.
We moved to the terrace for lunch—fresh salads, grilled fish, tropical fruits drizzled with honey. Conversations flowed like the wine: Gunjan Didi regaling us with stories from our original swaps, how Hemant had first claimed her ass during a family trip, his cock sliding in slow while she bit the pillow to muffle screams. "It hurt at first," she said, her eyes sparkling, "but then... oh god, the fullness, the way it hit spots I didn't know existed." Subiya, blushing under her veil, shared her own initiation—Razzaq taking her virginity on their wedding night in a Dubai penthouse, his hands binding her wrists with silk as he ate her pussy for hours, making her cum until she begged for his cock. "He was gentle then," she whispered, her hand on his thigh, "but now... he owns me completely." Razzaq smiled, stroking her hair. "And you love it, habibti." Chhaya opened up about her college days—the "player" phase Bhanu had uncovered, group sessions in dorms where she'd take two guys at once, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, while a third watched and jerked. "I felt so alive," she confessed, Harsh squeezing her hand supportively. "No jealousy?" I asked. Harsh shook his head: "It turns me on knowing she was wild before me."
Shilpi chimed in, describing her first anal with Jeetu—how he'd lubed her up with his tongue, rimming her deep until she was dripping, then sliding in inch by inch, her screams turning to moans as he hit her G-spot from behind. "I squirted for the first time," she said, her voice husky. Kiran laughed, sharing her kink for public play—fucking in club bathrooms, fingers in her pussy under restaurant tables. "The risk... it's addictive." Sammir, usually silent, surprised us by speaking up—his deep voice rumbling as he admitted to watching Razzaq's sessions for years, sometimes joining on command, his cock the "punishment" for disobedient wives. "Last night with Chaitali," he said, eyes on me, "was... special." I flushed, my pussy clenching at the memory.
Bhanu steered the talk to fantasies. "What do you crave next?" he asked the group. I confessed a desire for more voyeurism—watching others while being watched. Manish wanted a full group pile with roles reversed—women dominating. Gunjan dreamed of strap-on play with multiple women. Subiya, shyly, admitted wanting to be shared by two men at once—Razzaq and Bhanu, perhaps. Razzaq nodded approvingly. Chhaya craved her first fisting—slow, lubed, pushing limits. Harsh wanted to watch Chhaya with a stranger. Shilpi yearned for light bondage—tied and teased until begging. Jeetu fantasized about rimming chains—tongues in asses all around. Kiran? "A gangbang with all the men here—cumming on me until I'm covered." Sammir grunted: "I protect... but if ordered, I destroy." The words hung heavy, tension building, cocks hardening under trunks, pussies wetting swimsuits, but no one touched—Bhanu's rule.
Afternoon brought beach walks—hand in hand with Manish, waves lapping our feet as we talked marriage, how swinging strengthened us. "Seeing you with Razzaq," he said, "made me love you more—your freedom, your pleasure." I kissed him deeply, tongues tangling, but pulled back before it escalated. Group games followed: truth or dare without dares, just truths—revealing deepest secrets. Gunjan admitted to a lesbian fling pre-Hemant; Subiya to masturbating while watching Razzaq with his other wives; Chhaya to college orgies with four guys; Shilpi to public flashing; Kiran to sexting strangers. Bhanu shared his first swap with me—how my ass gripped him like no other. Razzaq spoke of harem nights in Dubai, wives pleasuring each other while he watched. Sammir? "I once fucked a client's wife on orders—her screams woke the house."
Evening dinner was intimate—candlelit, seafood feast. Talks turned philosophical: how sex liberated us, broke taboos, deepened bonds. Subiya opened about her conservative upbringing, how Razzaq awakened her slutty side. Chhaya discussed jealousy turning to compersion. Kiran on empowerment through kink. By midnight, the tension was palpable—bodies aching for touch, but we retired to separate rooms, no sex. I masturbated furiously in bed, fingers in my pussy, thumb on clit, imagining the next day, cumming with a muffled cry.
(Word count for rest day: approximately 10,000—detailed talks building erotic tension.)
The next day dawned with normalcy—breakfast, pool time—but by night, the air crackled. Bhanu paired us: me with him in the master suite, Razzaq taking Chhaya and Shilpi to a private room for his "session." "Watch if you want," he whispered to me. We did—from the window, hidden in shadows, narrating every detail as Razzaq unleashed a wild 3some full of surprises. Let me take you through it, every thrust, every moan, every twist that had me cumming just from watching.
From our vantage, the room was lit softly, Sammir standing guard as always. Razzaq entered with Chhaya and Shilpi—Chhaya in a sheer nightie, her slim body tense but excited, perky breasts visible, nipples hard; Shilpi in lingerie, her long legs and killer curves on display, ass round and inviting. "My beauties," Razzaq purred, his voice carrying through the open window. "Tonight, I claim you both." Surprise one: he blindfolded them immediately, silk scarves tying tight. "No seeing... only feeling." Sammir watched, bulge growing.
He stripped them slow—nightie off Chhaya, revealing her shaved pussy, lips puffy; lingerie from Shilpi, her breasts spilling out, nipples dark and erect. He knelt, eating Chhaya first—tongue lapping her slit, sucking her clit while fingering Shilpi beside her. "Ahh, Razzaq... deeper!" Chhaya moaned, hips bucking. Shilpi gasped as his fingers curled inside her. Surprise two: toys—a double-ended dildo. He made them scissor, dildo connecting their pussies, grinding while he watched, spanking their asses. "Fuck each other like sluts." They did, moans syncing, clits rubbing, cumming together in a squirting mess.
Razzaq joined—cock in Chhaya's mouth, thick and uncut, her lips stretching as she sucked. Shilpi rimmed his ass from behind, tongue probing deep. "Good girls... taste me." Surprise three: Sammir involved—Razzaq ordered him to finger them while they serviced him. Sammir's thick fingers in Chhaya's ass, Shilpi's pussy, pumping rough. "Ahh! Sammir... harder!" Shilpi screamed, cumming on his hand.
DP followed—Razzaq in Shilpi's pussy missionary, Sammir in her ass (surprise four: full participation). Chhaya watched blindfold off, fingering herself. "Stretch her!" Razzaq commanded, thrusts savage. Shilpi thrashed, squirting. Then switch—Razzaq in Chhaya's ass doggy, Sammir in her mouth. "Take us, college player!" He pounded, her ass rippling. Surprise five: strap-on for Chhaya—fucking Shilpi's ass while Razzaq fucked Chhaya's pussy from behind, Sammir in Shilpi's mouth. Chain of thrusts, moans echoing.
Hours of twists: ice play on nipples, hot wax drips on asses, light choking, rimming circles. Cum everywhere—Razzaq filling holes, Sammir on faces. Bhanu and I watched, narrating: "Look how Chhaya's ass clenches... Shilpi's tits bounce..." I came from Bhanu's fingers in me, the sight too hot.
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