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

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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.