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

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Mr. Vikram ne Shrutika ki panty ko poori tarah neeche khinch kar uski taangeon ke paas phenk diya. Ab uski creamy white gaand bilkul nangi thi – dono cheeks pe laal-laal belt ke nishaan, aur beech mein uski pink, wet pussy thodi si khuli hui, already glistening with her juices. Uski moti janghen kaanp rahi thi. Woh bed pe pet ke bal leti hui thi, gaand upar uthi hui, aur uske bade-bade boobs bed ke mattress mein dab rahe the, nipples rock-hard aur sensitive.  


“Ab asli mazaa shuru hota hai, Shrutika,” Mr. Vikram ne gehri, commanding awaaz mein kaha. Usne apna haath uski gaand pe ferte hue dono cheeks ko zor se faila diya. Phir ekdum se usne belt ko phir se uthaya.  

**THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!**  

Teeno heavy leather strokes – left cheek, right cheek, aur phir dono ke beech mein uski wet pussy pe halka sa. Har spank ke saath Shrutika ki poori body hil gayi. Uski gaand ubhar rahi thi, laal ho rahi thi, aur har baar uske muh se zor ki cheekh nikal rahi thi.  

“Ahhhhhh… sir… please… bahut zor se… ahh mmmhh!”  

Lekin uski awaaz mein dard ke saath ab ek alag si madhosh si cheekh bhi thi. Mr. Vikram ne muskurate hue dekha ki uski pussy se ek boond juice tapak rahi thi. “Dekho… kitni gili ho gayi hai meri randi. Spanking pasand aa rahi hai na?” Usne belt ko side mein rakh diya aur apne haath se uski gaand ko zor-zor se massage karne laga – kabhi daba kar, kabhi thapad maar kar. Har thapad pe Shrutika ki gaand hilti aur uski moan badhti ja rahi thi.  

**Chapak! Chapak! Chapak!**  

Ab haath se hi tezi se spanks – 8-10 heavy slaps ek ke baad ek. Uski gaand ab bilkul laal aur garam ho chuki thi. Shrutika ka chehra pillow mein chhupa hua tha, lekin uski gaand upar uthi hui thi jaise aur maang rahi ho.  

“Ab utho,” Mr. Vikram ne order diya. Usne Shrutika ko uthaya aur bed ke centre mein le aaya. Bed pe built-in black leather cuffs the – chaaron taraf restraints. Usne pehle uske dono haathon ko bed ke upar wale hooks se baandh diya – arms stretched wide, bilkul spread eagle position. Phir uski taangeon ko bhi faila kar neeche wale cuffs mein lock kar diya. Ab Shrutika poori tarah tied thi – haath upar, taangein faili hui, body bilkul exposed aur helpless. Uski hot red saree ab uske waist pe tangled thi, blouse abhi bhi pehni hui lekin boobs bahar jhank rahe the.  



Mr. Vikram ne peeche hat kar usko dekha aur ek dangerous smile diya. “Kitni sundar lag rahi ho aise… bilkul meri personal fuck doll.” Usne glass cabinet se ek powerful wand vibrator nikala – thick, black, USB rechargeable, aur uspe multiple speed settings. Usne switch on kiya – low hum ki awaaz poore room mein gunj gayi.  

Woh bed pe uske pairon ke beech baith gaya. Vibrator ko pehle uski inner thighs pe touch kiya – dheere-dheere upar ki taraf. Shrutika ka badan kaanp utha. “Nahi… sir… please… yeh kya kar rahe ho…” lekin uski awaaz mein ab dard nahi, sirf dar aur excitement tha.  

Mr. Vikram ne vibrator ko uski wet pussy ke upar rakh diya – clit pe directly.  

**Bzzzzzzzz…**  

Low speed pe hi uski clit vibrate hone lagi. Shrutika ki aankhen phail gayi. “Ahhhhhh… fuck… oh my god!” Uski tied body hilne lagi, lekin cuffs ne usko bilkul fixed rakha. Vibrator ko dheere-dheere usne uski pussy lips pe ghumaya, phir clit pe zor se daba diya. Speed badha di – medium.  

Shrutika ka muh khula reh gaya. Uski saans tez-tez hone lagi. “Sir… bahut tez… ahh… main… main nahi… mmmhh!” Uski pussy se juices nikalne lage, vibrator ki awaaz ke saath mix ho kar wet sloppy sound ban rahe the. Mr. Vikram ne vibrator ko thoda andar push kiya – uski tight hole ke andar thoda sa, phir bahar, phir clit pe.  



Woh 5 minute tak tease karta raha – speed badhata, kam karta, kabhi clit pe, kabhi pussy ke andar. Shrutika ab control kho chuki thi. Uski gaand bed pe uchhal rahi thi (jitna possible tha tied hone ke bawajood), boobs upar neeche ho rahe the, nipples bilkul tight.  

“Aur nahi… sir… please… main aa jaungi… ahhhhh!”  

Tabhi Mr. Vikram ne vibrator ko side mein rakh diya aur apni trousers ka button khola. Uska lamba, mota, rock-hard cock bahar aa gaya – 8 inch ka, thick veins wala. Usne Shrutika ke muh ke paas aa kar uske baal pakde (jitna tied position allow karta tha).  

“Ab muh kholo… aur chooso,” usne authoritative awaaz mein kaha.  

Shrutika ne aankhen band kiye aur apna muh khol diya. Mr. Vikram ne apna cock uske lips pe ragda aur ek hi jhatke mein andar push kar diya – deep throat tak. Shrutika gag hui lekin tied hone ki wajah se kuch nahi kar paayi. Usne zor-zor se suck karna shuru kar diya – tongue se lick karte hue, cheeks hollow karte hue. Mr. Vikram ne uske muh ko fuck karna shuru kiya – slow aur deep strokes. Har stroke pe uski throat tak ja raha tha.  



“Bahut achha… choos randi… apne buyer ka lund choos,” woh bolta raha.  

Vibrator ko usne phir se on kiya aur ek haath se uski clit pe laga diya jabki dusre haath se uske muh mein thrust kar raha tha. Double stimulation – vibrator clit pe tez speed pe aur cock throat mein.  


Shrutika ka badan ekdum se tight ho gaya. Uski aankhen roll back ho gayi. Uski tied body kaanp rahi thi, gaand hil rahi thi.  

“Sir… mmmhh… gluck… ahhhh… main… aa rahi hoon…!”  

Mr. Vikram ne vibrator ko aur zor se daba diya.  

Tabhi Shrutika ka pehla zor ka orgasm aaya – aur yeh normal nahi tha. Uski pussy se ek zor ka fountain nikla – **squirting**! Paani ki dhaar vibrator ke upar se nikal kar bed pe giri. Uski body jerk kar rahi thi, tied limbs hil rahe the, muh mein lund ke saath zor-zor se moan nikal rahe the.  

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh… fuck… sir… main… squirting kar rahi hoon… ahhh mmmhhh!”  

Woh lagatar 15-20 seconds tak squirted karti rahi – bed sheet poori wet ho gayi. Mr. Vikram ne uske muh se apna cock nikaala aur uski squirting dekhte hue muskuraya. Shrutika ki aankhen band thi, saans phooli hui, chehra glow kar raha tha. Uski gaand aur thighs ab bhi kaanp rahe the.  

“Wah… meri bichari honeymoon wali biwi… pehli baar itna zor se squirted kiya na?” Mr. Vikram ne uske chehre pe haath ferte hue kaha. “Abhi toh sirf shuruaat hai… ab asli BDSM session shuru hoga.”  


Shrutika abhi bhi bed pe leti hui thi – haath aur taangein abhi bhi cuffs mein tied, saans phooli hui, chehra glow kar raha tha. Uski pussy se abhi bhi halki-halki squirting ki boondein tapak rahi thi aur bed sheet poori tarah wet ho chuki thi. Mr. Vikram ne muskurate hue vibrator side mein rakh diya aur dheere-dheere saare cuffs khol diye. Shrutika ki body bilkul nangi aur helpless leti hui thi.  

“Wah… meri honeymoon wali randi… pehli baar itna zor ka squirt kiya na? Ab poori raat yeh body meri hai,” usne gehri awaaz mein kaha.  



Usne pehle uski tangled hot red saree ko poori tarah khinch kar phenk diya. Phir uske tight chhote blouse ke hooks ek-ek karke khole. Blouse ke dono cups ne uske bade-bade, gol, firm boobs ko daba rakha tha – jaise hi blouse utra, dono boobs zor se jhool gaye. Nipples bilkul rock-hard aur dark pink the. Ab Shrutika poori tarah nangi thi – bilkul naked, 36-28-38 ki curvy figure, creamy skin ab paseene se chamak rahi thi. Uski moti gaand abhi bhi laal thi belt ke nishaanon se, thighs wet thi apne juices se, aur uske bade boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the har saans ke saath. Poora badan paseene se bhiga hua tha – bilkul sweaty aur juicy.  

Mr. Vikram ki aankhen chamak uthi. “Kitni perfect maal hai tu… 12 lakh diye the is raat ke liye, aur ab main is paise ka pura-pura faayda uthaunga. Aaj raat tu meri personal fuck toy hai.”  

Woh uske upar jhuka aur shuru kiya uski poori body ko chaatna. Sabse pehle uske gale ki side pe – gehri licks, phir uske armpits tak. Shrutika ka badan kaanp utha. “Sir… ahhh…” usne dheemi si siski li. Mr. Vikram ne uske dono bade boobs ko dono haathon se pakda, zor se dabaya aur nipples ko muh mein le kar zor-zor se chusne laga. Uski jeebh nipples ke around ghuma rahi thi, kabhi halka sa kaat raha tha. Shrutika ki aankhen band ho gayi, uske haath uske baal mein jaa kar pakad liye.  

Phir neeche – uske pet pe, navel ke andar jeebh daal kar chat-ta raha tha. Uski creamy thighs ko faila kar andar ki taraf licks, phir uski laal gaand ke dono cheeks ko muh se chus-ta hua. Sabse last mein uski wet pussy pe – poori jeebh se lick kiya, clit ko chus-ta raha, andar tak jeebh daal di. Shrutika ab control mein nahi thi. Uski taangein khud-ba-khud fail rahi thi.  



“Mmm… kitni tasty ho… paseene aur pussy juice ka mix… bilkul perfect,” Mr. Vikram ne bolte hue kaha aur 15-20 minute tak uski poori body ko lick karta raha – jaise koi juicy fruit ho. Har jagah haathon se bhi daba raha tha, pinch kar raha tha, thapad maar raha tha. Shrutika ke muh se sirf moans nikal rahe the – “Ahhh… sir… please… maza aa raha hai…”  

Ab usne Shrutika ko bed pe seedha kiya aur khud uske upar aa gaya. “Ab asli chudai shuru hoti hai… 12 lakh ka proper use ab hoga.”  

Pehla round – **hard doggy style**. Usne Shrutika ko palat kar uski gaand upar ki aur ek hi jhatke mein apna 8-inch mota lund uski wet pussy mein ghusa diya. “Ahhhhhhhhhh… fuck… bahut bada hai sir!” Shrutika chillayi. Mr. Vikram ne uske baal pakde, uski kamar ko pakad kar zor-zor se dhakke maare – har dhakke pe uski gaand hil rahi thi aur “phach-phach” ki awaaz poore room mein gunj rahi thi. Uski laal gaand pe thapad maarte hue woh chodhta raha. 10 minute tak non-stop – Shrutika ka dusra orgasm aa gaya, uski pussy uske lund ko jakad rahi thi.  



Phir position badli – **missionary with legs on shoulders**. Usne Shrutika ki dono taangein apne kandhon pe rakh di aur bahut deep penetration mein chodne laga. Har dhakke pe uska lund uski cervix tak ja raha tha. Shrutika ke boobs zor-zor se uchhal rahe the. “Dekh… 12 lakh ki biwi ko kaise chod raha hoon… poori raat teri chut meri hai!”  



Teesra round – **cowgirl**. Usne khud let gaya aur Shrutika ko upar baitha diya. “Ab tu chal randi… apne buyer ko khush kar.” Shrutika ne thak kar bhi apni gaand upar-neeche karna shuru kiya. Uske bade boobs uske muh ke paas the – woh unko chus raha tha jabki woh ride kar rahi thi.  

Phir **standing fuck against the mirror** – usne usko utha kar mirror ke saamne khada kiya, peeche se ghusa diya aur mirror mein usko dikha raha tha ki kaise uski gaand hil rahi hai. “Dekh… kitni slut ban gayi hai tu aaj…”  

Raat bhar yeh silsila chalta raha. Har round ke baad woh uske andar hi cum kar deta – **creampie**. Pehla cum doggy mein – garam, thick cum uski pussy ke andar bhar gaya. Dusra missionary mein – itna zyada ki jab usne nikaala toh cum uski thighs pe tapakne laga. Teesra cowgirl mein – Shrutika khud uske upar leti hui thi jab woh andar bhar raha tha.  



Har baar woh bolta, “Yeh 12 lakh ka paisa waste nahi hone dunga… teri har ched aaj raat meri hai.”  



Shrutika ab poori tarah surrender kar chuki thi. Uski body paseene se tar, pussy se cum aur juices ka mix nikal raha tha, gaand laal, boobs pe bite marks. Woh baar-baar orgasm le rahi thi – kabhi squirting, kabhi normal. Raat ke 3 baje tak 5-6 rounds ho chuke the. Har round ke beech mein woh usko thoda rest deta, paani pilata, lekin phir se shuru. Kabhi belt se halka spank, kabhi nipple clamps laga kar, kabhi usko bed pe letakar sirf uske boobs ko massage karte hue chodta.  

Subah ke 6:30 baje tak Mr. Vikram ne ek final creampie uske andar diya aur uske upar let gaya. Shrutika bilkul thaki hui, aankhen band, lekin chehre pe ek madhosh si smile. Uska badan abhi bhi kaanp raha tha.  

“Ab jaa… subah 7 baje tak hotel pahunch jayegi. Abdul aur Aarav wait kar rahe honge. Par yaad rakhna… 12 lakh ka proper use ho gaya aaj raat,” Mr. Vikram ne uske gaal pe kiss karte hue kaha.  

Shrutika kuch nahi boli – sirf saans le rahi thi. Uski honeymoon ki yeh raat ab hamesha ke liye uske dimag mein daag ban chuki thi.  


Subah ke 6:45 baje Mr. Vikram ke beachside villa ka darwaza khula. Shrutika ko ek black Mercedes mein baitha diya gaya tha. Uski body abhi bhi thaki hui thi – raat bhar ke wild BDSM aur non-stop chudai ke nishaan poore badan pe the. Uski hot red saree ab thodi si messy thi, pallu sahi se lapeta nahi gaya tha, blouse ke hooks mein se ek do khule hue the. Gaand pe abhi bhi belt ke laal-laal lines the, thighs pe bite marks, boobs pe nipple clamps ke halke nishaan, aur uski pussy se abhi bhi Mr. Vikram ka thick cum dheere-dheere tapak raha tha. Uski taangein kaanp rahi thi, chalte waqt har kadam pe dard aur thakaan mehsoos ho rahi thi.  

Driver (Vikram ka personal guard) ne kuch nahi bola. Sirf car start ki aur resort ki taraf nikal gaya. Raste mein Shrutika ki aankhen band thi, lekin uska dimag tez chal raha tha. *Sab record ho gaya hoga… security officer ko dikhaungi… in sabko jail bhej dungi…* Usne apna phone pallu ke andar feel kiya – record button ab bhi on tha (ya woh aisa soch rahi thi).  

Resort pahunchte hi guard ne usko drop kar diya. “Room number 412… jao madam. Subah 7 baje se pehle andar pahunch jao.” Shrutika ne dheere se room ka darwaza khola.  

Andar ka scene dekh kar uski saans ruk gayi.  

Soham – uska pati – abhi bhi bed pe let kar gehri neend mein so raha tha. Uska muh thoda sa khula hua tha, saans bhari hui, bilkul waise hi jaise kal raat drug wali whisky peene ke baad chhod gaya tha. Room mein lights band thi, sirf balcony se halki subah ki roshni aa rahi thi. Shrutika ne darwaza dheere se band kiya aur andar aayi. Uski aankhen mein aansu aa gaye the – kal raat jo kuch hua tha, woh sab uske pati ke saamne hi hua tha, lekin woh bewakoof so raha tha.  

Uski body ab bahut gandi aur sticky thi. Usne jaldi se bathroom ki taraf badh gayi. Darwaza band kiya aur mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Jo woh dekh rahi thi, usse uska dil dhadak utha.  

Uski creamy skin pe har taraf nishaan the – gaand pe laal-laal belt ke stripes, thighs pe finger marks, boobs pe bite marks aur suck karne ke purple hickeys. Uski pussy abhi bhi thodi si khuli hui thi aur andar se white thick cum nikal raha tha – Mr. Vikram ke 5-6 creampies ka nishaan. Uski moti gaand abhi bhi garam aur sensitive thi. Woh neeche jhuki aur shower on kar diya. Garam paani uske badan pe girta raha. Usne apni body ko zor-zor se ragda – jaise kal raat ki yaadon ko dhona chahti ho. Lekin har ragadne ke saath uski pussy se aur cum nikal raha tha. Uski aankhen band ho gayi, ek halki si siski nikal gayi.  



15 minute tak shower lene ke baad woh bahar aayi. Usne ek simple nighty pehen li – soft pink cotton wali, jo uske bade boobs aur moti gaand pe tight thi. Makeup utaar diya tha, baal geele the. Woh bed pe aayi aur Soham ke paas let gayi. Usne apna sir uske seene pe rakh diya aur usko tightly hug kar liya. Thakaan itni zyada thi ki aankhen band hote hi woh gehri neend mein chali gayi.  

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Jab Shrutika ki aankhen khuli toh room mein subah ki tez roshni thi. Clock pe 9:45 baje the. Usne side mein haath badhaya – Soham nahi tha. Bed khali tha. Uski neend khul gayi. “Soham?” usne dheere se awaaz di, lekin koi jawab nahi.  

Uth kar usne phone uthaya aur turant usko call kiya.  

Ring jaate hi Soham ne uthaya. Background mein samundar ki lahar aur logon ki awaazein aa rahi thi. “Hello jaan… uth gayi? Sorry, tu itni gehri neend mein thi na, maine socha tujhe disturb nahi karun. Main beach pe hoon… thoda walk kar raha tha aur coffee pi raha hoon. Tu fresh ho ja, main 10-15 minute mein aa jaunga.”  

Shrutika ne halki si muskurahat ki. “Theek hai… jaldi aana.” Call cut karte hi usne saans li. Lekin uska dil abhi bhi dhadak raha tha. Kal raat ka sab kuch yaad aa raha tha – auction, BDSM room, Mr. Vikram ka lund, uski squirting, raat bhar ke creampies…  

Tabhi usne phone ko unlock kiya.  

Pehle toh sab normal dikha. Lekin jab usne gallery kholi…  

**Sab kuch khali tha.**  

Kal raat ka recording – woh secret video jo usne saree ke pallu mein chhupakar on kiya tha – gone. Koi video nahi. Koi photo nahi. Koi audio clip nahi. Even uske normal honeymoon photos bhi delete ho chuke the. Phone ka recent calls, messages – sab clean. Jaise kisi ne factory reset kar diya ho, lekin sirf data hi erase kiya gaya tha.  

Shrutika ka chehra safed pad gaya. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi. Usne gallery refresh kiya, trash folder check kiya, cloud backup dekha – kuch nahi. Poora evidence jo usne itni himmat se collect karne ki koshish ki thi… sab khatam.  

“Ye… ye kaise ho gaya?” usne khud se poocha. Uski aankhen mein aansu bhar aaye. “Maine toh record kiya tha… maine dekha tha on tha…”  

Woh bed pe baith gayi. Haath muh pe rakh kar zor-zor se rone lagi. Uski saans phool rahi thi, body kaanp rahi thi. “Ab kya karungi main? Kisi ko bataungi bhi toh kya proof hai? Abdul… Aarav… Vikram… sab jaante hain. Aur ab… ab mera phone bhi saaf kar diya…”  

Aansu uske gaalon pe beh rahe the. Uski nighty geeli ho gayi thi. Woh sirf rone lagi – darr, gussa, thakaan aur bebasipan ka mix. Kal raat usne socha tha woh in logon ko pakad legi… aur aaj woh khud aur zyada fas chuki thi.  

Baharke balcony se samundar ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Shrutika ne phone ko zor se bed pe phenka aur apne ghutnon mein muh chhupa kar zor-zor se roti rahi.