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

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Subah ke 10:15 baje the. Shrutika abhi bhi bed pe baithi thi, ghutnon mein muh chhupaye hue. Aansu uske gaalon pe sukh chuke the lekin aankhen abhi bhi laal thi. Phone bed pe phenka hua tha – gallery khali, sab evidence delete. Uski body abhi bhi raat bhar ki chudai ke nishaanon se bhari hui thi. Gaand pe Mr. Vikram ke belt ke laal-laal stripes abhi bhi garam aur sensitive the. Thighs pe finger marks, boobs pe bite marks aur purple hickeys, aur uski pussy abhi bhi thodi si swollen aur andar se halka sa sticky mehsoos ho raha tha. Har harkat karte waqt dard ki tez lahar uske badan mein daud jaati thi.  


Tabhi room ka darwaza khula. Soham andar aaya – beach se wapas, uske chehre pe fresh smile, haath mein do coffee cups. “Jaan uth gayi? Sorry, maine socha tu itni thaki hui thi toh main akela hi beach walk kar aata hoon.” Usne coffee table pe rakh di aur uske paas aa kar uske gaal pe kiss kiya.  

Shrutika ne jaldi se muskurahat laga li. “Haan… uth gayi. Tu kitna thoughtful hai na.” Usne coffee uthaya aur ek chhoti si sip li. Andar se uska dil toot raha tha, lekin woh bahar se bilkul normal bani rahi. Dono ne room service se breakfast order kiya – aloo paratha, fresh juice aur fruits. Table pe baithe hue Soham baar-baar usko dekhta raha. “Aaj tu thodi si tired lag rahi hai jaan… honeymoon pe bhi itni thak kyun rahi hai?”  

Shrutika ne halka sa hans kar kaha, “Kal raat… thoda zyada ho gaya tha na.” Usne apni thighs ko dheere se press kiya – dard abhi bhi tha. Breakfast ke dauran woh chup-chup se apne badan ko feel karti rahi. Har baar jab woh chair pe shift karti, uski gaand pe belt ke nishaan usko Mr. Vikram ki authoritative awaaz yaad dilate – “That’s my girl…”  


Breakfast khatam hone ke baad Shrutika ne Soham ke kandhe pe sir rakh diya. “Soham… aaj main bahut thak gayi hoon. Body mein dard hai. Room mein hi rest karungi. Tu akela mat ghum, lekin mujhe thoda time de de.”  

Soham ne uske baal sehlate hue kaha, “Koi baat nahi jaan. Main resort ka spa book kar deta hoon. Private massage session – couple room mein. Tu relax kar le. Main bhi thoda beach pe hi rahaunga.” Usne turant phone uthaya aur 90-minute premium oil massage booking kar diya.  

Shrutika ne ek soft white bikini pehna – bilkul simple lekin uski curvy body ko perfectly highlight karne wala. 36D ke bade-bade boobs bikini top mein mushkil se samaye hue the, deep cleavage saaf dikhti thi. Bottom itna chhota tha ki uski moti gaand ke dono cheeks ka half hissa bahar tha. Upar se usne ek light robe pehen li.  

Spa room mein pahunchte hi ek young, well-built male masseur (naam Rahul, lagbhag 28 saal) ne unka welcome kiya. Room dim lights mein tha, soft music baj raha tha, aur hawa mein lavender aur coconut oil ki khushboo thi. Soham ne sirf usko drop kiya aur bahar wait karne chala gaya.  

Rahul ne muskurate hue kaha, “Madam, aap table pe let jaiye. Poori body massage karunga – back, shoulders, legs, sab.”  

Shrutika pet ke bal let gayi. Rahul ne uski robe hatayi aur bikini top ke strings khol diye (professional tarike se). Jaise hi usne warm oil uski peeth pe daala aur strong haathon se dabana shuru kiya, Shrutika ki aankhen band ho gayi. “Ahhh…” ek halki si siski nikal gayi. Rahul ke haath bahut mazboot the – shoulders pe deep pressure, spine ke neeche tak. Jab woh uski lower back pe pahuncha toh usne dheere se uski bikini bottom ko thoda sa neeche khiska diya.  

Uski moti, laal gaand ab almost exposed thi. Rahul ne oil daala aur dono cheeks ko zor-zor se massage karne laga. Har dabav pe Shrutika ka badan kaanp utha. Belt ke nishaan saaf dikhte the. Rahul ne unko dekha lekin kuch nahi bola – sirf ek chhoti si smile di aur aur zor se dabaane laga. “Relax madam… aapke muscles bahut tight hain.” Usne thighs pe bhi oil lagaya aur inner thighs tak haath ghumaya – bahut close, bahut intimate. Shrutika ki pussy thodi si geeli hone lagi. Woh apne honthon ko kaat rahi thi.  


Phir usne usko palat diya. Ab Shrutika upar leti hui thi, boobs bilkul exposed. Rahul ne dono boobs pe oil daala aur dheere-dheere massage karne laga – circles mein, kabhi nipples ko halka sa pinch karte hue. Shrutika ki saans tez ho gayi. “Sir… ahhh… yahan… bahut sensitive hai…” lekin Rahul professional tha, sirf massage hi kar raha tha. Phir usne uski thighs aur lower belly pe bhi haath ferte hue full body ko relax kar diya.  

90 minute baad jab session khatam hua, Shrutika sach mein alag mehsoos kar rahi thi. Body ka dard kam ho gaya tha, muscles loose, mind thoda sa shant. Usne Rahul ko thank kiya aur robe pehen li. Bahar aate hi Soham ne usko hug kiya. “Kaisa laga jaan?”  

“Bahut achha… ab main fresh feel kar rahi hoon,” usne muskurate hue kaha.  

Shaam ke 7:30 baje dono ready hue. Shrutika ne ek beautiful sky-blue sundress pehna – low-cut neckline jo uske bade boobs ka 60% hissa dikha raha tha, dress waist pe tight aur hips pe flare, length knee ke upar. Light makeup, loose curly hair, aur subtle perfume. Soham ne usko dekhte hi whistle maari. “Meri biwi aaj bilkul bomb lag rahi hai!”  

Dono beachside candle-light dinner pe gaye. Table samundar ke bilkul paas, waves ki awaaz, soft lighting aur romantic music. Soham ne uske haath pakde aur baar-baar usko compliment karta raha. Dinner ke dauran woh uske paas aa kar uske lips pe kiss karne laga – pehle soft, phir deep. Uski jeebh uske muh mein ghusi aur Shrutika ne respond kiya. Soham ne uske neck pe kiss kiya, ear lobe ko halka sa kaata.  

Lekin Shrutika ke dimag mein sirf kal raat ki yaadein ghum rahi thi. Jab Soham uske boobs pe haath fer raha tha dress ke upar se, usko Mr. Vikram ka strong grip yaad aa gaya – kaise usne usko bed pe phenka tha, kaise belt se spank kiye the, kaise usne uski poori body chaati thi. Kiss ke beech woh thoda sa shiver kar gayi. Uski pussy mein ek halki si current daud gayi. Woh apne aap ko rok rahi thi lekin yaadein control se bahar thi.  



Dinner khatam hone ke baad dono room ki taraf chal diye. Room mein lights dim karte hi Soham ne usko wall se chipka diya. “Aaj raat main tujhe bahut pyar karunga jaan… honeymoon wali raat jaise.” Usne uski sundress ke straps neeche kiye aur uske boobs ko bahar nikala, nipples ko chusne laga. Shrutika ne usko tightly hug kiya lekin uske dimag mein Mr. Vikram ka 8-inch mota lund aur raat bhar ke creampies chal rahe the.  

Usne dheere se Soham ko door kiya aur muskurate hue kaha, “Pehle ek drink le lo na… mood ban jayega.”  

Usne fridge se whisky nikaali – wohi bottle jismein Aarav ne already medicine mix kar diya tha. Usne ek full glass bhar kar Soham ko diya. Soham ne muskura kar pi liya aur 10 minute mein hi uska sar ghumne laga. “Jaan… mujhe neend aa rahi hai…” Woh bed pe let gaya aur gehri neend mein so gaya.  



Shrutika uske paas baithi rahi, uske chehre ko dekhti rahi. Uski aankhen mein phir se aansu aa gaye the. Tabhi room ka darwaza dheere se knock hua.  

Baharke Aarav aur Abdul khade the – dono ke chehre pe wohi dangerous smile. Aarav ne usko short white semi-transparent beach dress pakda diya. “Ready ho jao madam… aaj yacht party hai. Bahut bade log wait kar rahe hain.”  

Shrutika ne saans li aur dress change karne ke liye bathroom ki taraf badh gayi.  
  

Shrutika bathroom mein ghusi aur darwaza band kar diya. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thi jab usne woh short white semi-transparent beach dress utara. Fabric itna thin aur see-through tha ki andar se uski skin saaf dikhti thi. Usne apni pink nighty utari aur andar sirf micro bikini pehen liya – top itna chhota ki uske bade-bade 36D boobs ka 80% hissa bahar jhank raha tha, nipples ke shape bilkul clear. Bottom sirf ek thin string tha jo uski moti gaand ke beech mein phans gaya tha aur pussy lips ke dono taraf se bahar nikal aaya tha. Dress ko upar chadhaya toh woh uske thighs ke upar tak hi pahunchi – har kadam pe uski gaand ke neeche se panty ka white fabric dikhta tha.  


Usne mirror mein dekha. Honeymoon wali sundar biwi ab bilkul alag lag rahi thi – makeup thoda bold, lips glossy red, baal loose aur wavy. Usne saans li aur bahar aayi. Aarav aur Abdul dono usko upar se neeche tak ghoor rahe the.  

“Perfect madam… aaj yacht pe sabke liye special treat ho tum,” Aarav ne muskurate hue kaha aur uska haath pakad kar bahar le gaya. Resort ke private beach ki taraf car tez raftaar se nikal gayi. Raste mein koi baat nahi hui. Shrutika sirf window se bahar dekhti rahi, uske dimag mein kal raat ke Mr. Vikram ke creampies aur aaj shaam ke Soham ke pyar bhare kisses ghum rahe the.  

Yacht dock pe pahunchte hi music ki dheemi dhun aur ladkiyon ki halki si chillayein sunai di. Ek badi luxurious private yacht thi – upper deck pe colourful lights, bar counter, soft couches aur samundar ki lahar ke saath. Aarav ne usko ladder chadhaya. Jaise hi woh deck pe pahunchi, uski aankhen phail gayi.  

8-10 ameer aadmi (sab 40-55 ke beech, suits utaar kar casual shirts aur shorts mein) already baith kar drink kar rahe the. 5-6 dusri ladkiyan bhi thi – kuch honeymoon wali jaise hi lag rahi thi, kuch professional escorts. Sabke kapde bahut chhote aur revealing the. Ek ladki already ek uncle ke lap pe baithi thi, uski skirt upar ki hui thi.  

Abdul ne Shrutika ke kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Yaad rakhna… waitress ka role hai. Tray uthao, drinks serve karo. Koi bhi touch kare, kiss kare, boobs dabaaye, gaand pe haath fer – smile karo aur ‘no’ mat bolna. Jo maange, woh dena padega. Warna videos husband ke phone pe… samajh gayi na?”  

Shrutika ne sirf sar hilaya. Uski saans tez ho rahi thi. Ek waiter ne usko tray diya – uspe champagne glasses aur cocktails. Music loud ho gaya aur party shuru ho gayi.  


Shrutika tray le kar pehle group ke paas gayi. Jaise hi woh jhuki, uski dress aur upar chadh gayi aur uski gaand ka half hissa sabke saamne aa gaya. Pehle hi uncle ne uski gaand pe ek zor ka thapad maara. “Wah… kya maal hai yaar!” usne kaha aur uski ek cheek ko zor se daboch liya. Shrutika ne muskurate hue glass diya. Dusre ne uske boobs ke beech se glass liya aur uske cleavage mein haath ghusa diya, nipple ko halka sa pinch kiya. Woh sirf “Thank you sir” bol kar aage badh gayi.  

Har table pe yahi ho raha tha. Koi uske thighs pe haath fer raha tha, koi usko khinch kar lips pe kiss kar raha tha – deep French kiss, tongue andar tak. Shrutika ka badan garam hone laga tha. Usne 3-4 rounds drinks serve kiye. Har baar koi na koi usko touch kar hi deta. Ek 50 saal ka businessman (Mr. Sharma – well-built, salt-pepper hair, expensive watch) ne usko apne paas bulaaya. Woh couch pe baitha tha aur uske saath do aur dost baat kar rahe the.  


“Baby, yahan aa,” usne kaha aur usko apne paas khinch liya. Shrutika tray side table pe rakh chuki thi. Mr. Sharma ne uski kamar pakad kar usko apne lap pe baitha diya. Uske moti gaand uske thighs pe press ho rahi thi. Usne uske baal peeche kiye aur uske lips pe ek zor ka kiss kiya. Phir usne uske kaan mein bola, “Kneel down… aur mera lund choos.”  

Shrutika ki aankhen thodi si phail gayi lekin usne kuch nahi bola. Woh dheere se uske pairon ke beech ghutno pe baith gayi. Mr. Sharma ne apni shorts ka button khola aur zip neeche ki. Uska mota, 7-inch lund bahar nikal aaya – already hard, veins ubhari hui. Usne Shrutika ke baal pakde aur uska muh apne lund ke paas kheench liya.  



“Choos… achhe se,” usne kaha aur apne dost se baat karne laga. “Haan yaar… kal ki meeting mein wo deal final kar denge. Stock market mein bhi achha return aa raha hai is baar.”  

Shrutika ne apne glossy red lips khole aur lund ka supada muh mein le liya. Pehle dheere-dheere chusne lagi – tongue se lick karte hue, cheeks hollow karte hue. Mr. Sharma ne uske baal aur zor se pakde aur apna lund thoda aur andar dhakel diya.  

“Gluck… gho… gho… gho…”  



Shrutika ke muh se gehri deepthroat ki awaazein nikalne lagi. Lund uski throat tak ja raha tha. Usne aankhen band kar li aur zor-zor se suck karne lagi – upar neeche head movement ke saath. Har baar jab lund throat hit karta, uske muh se “gho gho gho” ki sloppy, gagging sound poore deck pe goonj rahi thi. Mr. Sharma ab bhi apne dost se baat kar raha tha – “Haan… Goa mein bhi property rates badh rahe hain… ahhh… choos randi… aur andar le…” – lekin uski awaaz mein ab thoda sa mazaa mix ho gaya tha.  

Usne Shrutika ka sir dono haathon se pakad liya aur uske muh ko fuck karne laga – slow aur deep strokes. Lund poora andar, phir bahar, phir andar. Har thrust pe “gho… gho… gluck… ghooo” ki awaazein nikal rahi thi. Shrutika ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the, lekin woh ruk nahi rahi. Uski tongue lund ke neeche ghuma rahi thi, kabhi balls ko halka sa chus rahi thi. Mr. Sharma ke dost bhi dekh rahe the aur hans rahe the.  

“Bahut achhi choosti hai teri yeh new waitress… wah!” ek dost ne kaha.  

Mr. Sharma ne muskurate hue reply diya, “Haan… honeymoon wali lagti hai… kitni tight throat hai… ahhh… gho gho sun… bahut maza aa raha hai.” Usne Shrutika ke muh mein aur tez dhakke maare. Uska lund ab poora wet tha uske thook se, lips ke corners se saliva drip kar rahi thi.  

Shrutika ab sirf uske lund pe focus thi – zor-zor se chus rahi thi, throat relax kar ke poora andar le rahi thi. “Gho… gho… gho… gluck-gluck…” ki continuous sound uske muh se nikal rahi thi jabki Mr. Sharma abhi bhi apne business baaton ko continue kar raha tha.