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

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Shrutika abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi. Uski body bilkul thaki hui leti hui thi – pink nighty uske sensitive boobs aur moti gaand pe halka sa chipak rahi thi. Uske chehre pe thakaan ke saath ek madhosh si glow thi, lekin aankhen band, saans dheemi aur bhari hui. Kal raat ki yacht party ke baad uski pussy aur gaand abhi bhi halka sa dard kar rahe the, thighs pe faint finger marks dikhte the. Woh bilkul bekhabar thi ki uske pati abhi uth chuke the.




Soham ki aankhen khuli. Usne side mein dekha – Shrutika ko tightly apne seene se chipke hue soyi hui. Uski nighty thodi si upar sarak gayi thi, uski creamy thighs aur gaand ka curve saaf dikhta tha. Soham ne dheere se uske baal sehlaaye, ek halki si smile di, phir bed se uth gaya. Uski body fresh thi – kal raat ki drug wali neend ne usko poori tarah recharge kar diya tha. Woh quietly room se bahar nikal gaya, darwaza dheere se band kiya aur resort ke private beach ki taraf chal diya.

Subah ke 8:15 baje the. Samundar ki pehli kiran abhi abhi nikal rahi thi. Soham ne ek beach chair pe baith gaya, legs stretch kiye aur room service se ek strong black coffee maangi. Usne coffee ki ek sip li aur aankhen band kar ke samundar ki laharon ko sunne laga. Uske chehre pe ek satisfied, calculated smile thi – jaise kuch bada plan poora ho chuka ho.

Tabhi peeche se awaaz aayi.  

“Sir… good morning.”  

Abdul tha – black t-shirt aur shorts mein, haath mein ek tray pe do champagne glasses aur ek ice bucket. Usne muskurate hue ek glass Soham ke haath mein thama diya. “Special champagne… aapke liye. Aaj subah ka mood banane ke liye.”  

Soham ne glass uthaya, ek sip liya aur chair pe peeche let gaya. “Thanks Abdul. Perfect timing.” Usne thoda pause kiya, phir seedha mud kar uski taraf dekha. “Batao… kitna collection hua abhi tak? Poora honeymoon trip ka hisaab de do. Har ek detail.”

Abdul ne apna glass side table pe rakh diya aur apne phone mein kuch notes check kiye. Usne ek professional tone mein shuru kiya, jaise koi business report de raha ho.



“Sir, bilkul clear hisaab hai. Humne sirf un logon se payment liya hai jinhone Shrutika madam ko use kiya. Aarav aur mera personal involvement payment mein count nahi kiya gaya hai – woh sirf organization aur blackmail ke liye tha. Humne shuru mein 5 lakh advance liya tha aap se, lekin uska repayment uski services se ho gaya hai. Ab asli payers aur amounts:

Pehle – Aaryan (room service boy, honeymoon night 1). Usne madam ko catch kiya aur pehla full session kiya. Payment: 1.8 lakh.  

Doosra – Atul (boat aur beach encounter, Day 2). Paragliding booking ke time par. Usne madam ko boat pe use kiya jab aap door se dekh rahe the. Payment: 3.2 lakh.  

Teesra – Mr. Vikram (auction night, BDSM villa). Poori raat ka exclusive session – 12 lakh flat rate. Sabse bada single payer.  

Aur sabse bada – kal raat ka yacht party. Wahan 9 rich businessmen the. Har ek ne madam ko use kiya – single, double, group, sab. Total payment yacht se: 14.5 lakh (har ek ne average 1.6 lakh diya, kuch ne extra tip bhi di thi).”

Abdul ne phone screen Soham ki taraf ghuma diya – saare transactions ke screenshots, bank transfers aur cash notes ke details.

Soham ne champagne ka ek aur sip liya. Uski aankhen chamak rahi thi. “Aur total?”

Abdul ne muskurate hue final number bola.  

“Sir, poore honeymoon trip ka total collection ab tak… **31.5 lakh**. Ismein Aaryan ka 1.8, Atul ka 3.2, Vikram ka 12, aur yacht ka 14.5 lakh shamil hai. 5 lakh ka advance already adjust ho chuka hai. Kal raat yacht wale logon ne extra impressed hokar 2 lakh bonus bhi transfer kar diya tha – unhone kaha madam ‘honeymoon wali pativrata randi’ ki feeling bahut rare thi.”

Soham ne gehri saans li aur chair pe peeche let gaya. Uski smile ab aur badi ho gayi thi. “31.5 lakh… in sirf 4-5 din mein. Bahut achha kiya Abdul. Shrutika ne bhi apna role perfectly play kiya. Kal raat jab main drugged tha, usne kitna hard work kiya hoga yacht pe… 9 logon ko ek saath satisfy karna easy nahi hota.”

Abdul ne hans kar kaha, “Sir, aapko pata hai na – madam ab bilkul broken aur addicted ho chuki hain. Resistance toh pehle din hi khatam ho gaya tha. Aapne jo plan banaya tha – drug, blackmail, auction, yacht – sab perfect execute hua. Aaj last day hai… agar aap chahein toh ek final pool party arrange kar sakte hain resort mein. Extra 5-7 lakh aur aa sakte hain.”

Soham ne glass khali kiya aur samundar ki taraf dekhte hue bola, “Nahin… aaj last day hai. Shrutika ko thoda rest do. Airport tak woh normal biwi ban kar rahegi. Collection already enough hai. Ghar ja kar hum is paise ka proper use karenge – new flat, car, aur Shrutika ke liye kuch luxury gifts bhi. Woh sochti rahegi ki yeh sab uske ‘unwanted journey’ ka result tha… lekin asal mein yeh humara planned honeymoon tha.”

Dono hans pade. Abdul ne tray uthaya aur bola, “Theek hai sir. Aarav room pe naya video edit kar raha hai – backup ke liye. Aap tension mat lo. Madam abhi bhi so rahi hai… jab uthengi toh normal breakfast kar lenge.”

Soham ne sar hilaya aur chair pe let kar aankhen band kar li. Uske chehre pe satisfaction aur greed ka mix tha. Beach pe laharen aati-jaati rahi, aur uske dimag mein sirf ek hi cheez thi – 31.5 lakh ka profit aur uski pativrata biwi jo ab poori tarah unki hotwife ban chuki thi.

Shrutika room mein abhi bhi so rahi thi, bilkul bekhabar ki uske pati aur unke partners ab uske body ke har inch ka hisaab laga chuke the.

Shrutika ki aankhen dheere-dheere khuli. Room mein subah ki tez roshni aa rahi thi. Uski body abhi bhi kal raat ki yacht party ke thakaan se bhari hui thi – pink nighty uske bade-bade boobs aur moti gaand pe chipki hui thi, thighs ke beech halka sa dard mehsoos ho raha tha. Uski pussy abhi bhi thodi si swollen aur sensitive thi, andar se ajnabi creampies ka faint sticky feel ab bhi tha. Woh palti aur side mein haath badhaya – bed khali tha. Soham kahin bahar tha.  

Uski aankhen phir se band ho gayi. Kal raat ke sab kuch yaad aa raha tha – 9 alag-alag aadmi, unke lund, unke dhakke, uski apni madhosh cheekhein. Uska dil bhari hua tha. “Bas… ab bahut ho gaya,” usne khud se kaha aur uth baithi. Uski nighty sarak gayi, uski creamy thighs aur swollen pussy ka curve saaf dikhta tha. Woh bed se utri aur suitcase khol diya. Honeymoon ke kapde – woh hot red saree jo Mr. Vikram ke liye pehni thi, sky-blue sundress, bikinis – sab ek-ek karke fold karne lagi. Har kapde ko haath mein lete hi uske dimag mein kal raat ki yaadein flash ho rahi thi.  

“Main sab kuch kar chuki hoon… unwanted jo bhi tha, sab,” usne whisper kiya aur suitcase mein kapde rakhne lagi. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. “Aaj last day hai… ghar jaana hai. Bas yeh safar khatam ho jaye.”  

Tabhi room ka darwaza dheere se khula.  

Abdul andar aaya – black t-shirt aur jeans mein, chehre pe wohi dangerous muskurahat. Usne darwaza lock kar diya aur Shrutika ki taraf badha. Shrutika ne jaldi se apni nighty neeche ki aur peeche hat gayi.  

“Abdul… kya kar rahe ho yahan? Main packing kar rahi hoon. Sab kuch ho chuka hai. Main ne jo bhi unwanted tha, sab kar diya. Ab bas… mujhe chhod do,” usne thodi ghabra kar kaha. Uski awaaz mein thakaan aur gussa dono tha.  

Abdul ne muskurate hue uske paas aaya. “Madam… sab kuch toh ho gaya, lekin last ek round pending hai. Aaj final day hai na? Ek chhoti si goodbye fuck… phir main bhi kabhi disturb nahi karunga.”  

Shrutika ne sar hilaya. “Nahi! Main done hoon. Please… mera husband kabhi bhi aa sakta hai. Main nahi karungi aur kuch.”  



Lekin Abdul ne ek kadam aur aage badhaya. Usne jaldi se uski nighty ka hem pakda aur upar ki taraf utha diya. Nighty uski kamar tak chadh gayi. Uski swollen pussy bilkul exposed thi – thodi si laal, puffy lips, kal raat ke multiple creampies ke baad abhi bhi shiny aur sensitive. Abdul ne usko ghoora aur ek halki si whistle maari.  

“Wah… dekho toh madam… kitni swollen ho gayi hai teri chut. Kal raat 9 logon ne use kiya tha na? Abhi bhi kitni juicy aur tight lag rahi hai.”  

Shrutika ne jaldi se nighty neeche karne ki koshish ki. “Abdul please… chhod do. Soham anytime aa jayega. Main nahi karungi!” uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.  

Abdul ne hans kar uski kamar pakad li aur usko bed ki taraf dhakel diya. “Woh nahi aayega madam. Main ne already usko beach pe bhej diya hai. Aur Aarav ne uske phone pe message bhi kar diya hai ki woh late aayega. Tu tension mat le… sirf 5 minute ka kaam hai.”  

Usne apni zip kholi aur apna mota, hard lund bahar nikaal liya. Shrutika bed pe leti hui thi, nighty upar saraki hui. Abdul ne uski taangein thodi si faila di aur apne lund ka supada uski swollen pussy lips pe ragadne laga. Geela, sticky feel tha. Shrutika ki saans tez ho gayi.  

“Nahi… please… ahhh…” usne dheemi si siski li.  

Abdul ne aur zor se ragda – lund ka supada uski clit pe upar-neeche kar raha tha. Phir ek hi tez jhatke mein poora lund uski pussy mein ghusa diya.  

“Ahhhhhhh… fuck!” Shrutika zor se moan kar gayi. Dard tha – kal raat ki swelling ki wajah se – lekin uske saath ek gehra mazaa bhi tha. Abdul ne uski kamar pakad li aur bahut heavy, tez dhakke maarne shuru kar diye. Har dhakka zor ka tha – “phach… phach… phach…” ki awaazein room mein gunj rahi thi. Uski swollen pussy uske lund ko tightly jakad rahi thi.  



“Kitni tight hai abhi bhi… honeymoon ki randi… ahhh,” Abdul ne gehri awaaz mein kaha aur speed badha di. Woh uske upar jhuka hua tha, ek haath se uske bade boobs ko nighty ke upar se daba raha tha. Shrutika ki aankhen band ho gayi thi. Uski moans ab control se bahar thi – dard aur enjoyment ka mix.  

“Ahh… Abdul… dheere… bahut zor se… ahhh… mmmhh… fuck…!”  

Abdul ne aur tez dhakke maare – bilkul machine jaise. Har thrust pe uski gaand bed pe uchhal rahi thi, boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the. Shrutika ne bedsheet ko tightly pakad liya. Uski pussy ab aur geeli ho gayi thi, juices uske lund pe lag rahe the. Dard ab mazaa ban chuka tha. Woh apni taangein khud faila rahi thi.  

“Bas… aur nahi… main aa rahi hoon… ahhhhh!” Shrutika ka badan ekdum se tight ho gaya. Uska orgasm aa gaya – zor ka, pussy spasm kar rahi thi.  



Abdul ne uski kamar aur zor se pakdi aur final 4-5 bahut heavy dhakke maare. “Le randi… le mera final gift!” Usne gehri saans li aur uski pussy ke andar hi garam, thick cum ki dheer bhar di. Creampie itna zyada tha ki jab usne lund nikaala toh white cum uski thighs pe tapakne laga.  

Shrutika thak kar bed pe let gayi, saans phooli hui, aankhen band. Abdul ne usko ek aur zor ka dhakka diya aur bed pe phenk diya. Uski nighty ab poori tarah upar thi, pussy se uska aur Abdul ka cum mix beh raha tha.  

Abdul ne apni zip band ki aur pocket se 4-5 chhote jewelry boxes nikaale – ek gold necklace wala, do earrings wale, ek bracelet aur ek ring wala. Unko uske samne bed pe phenk diya. Phir usne ek envelope bhi phenka – andar cash tha.  

“Yeh sab tere clients se hai madam. Mr. Vikram, yacht wale businessmen, sab ne tujhe bahut pasand kiya. Unhone gift bheje hain… aur yeh envelope mein 2.8 lakh cash hai – tip aur commission. Total collection ka 10% tera hissa. Ab tu aur main dono free hain. Honeymoon khatam… lekin yaadein hamesha rahengi.”  

Shrutika kuch nahi boli. Sirf aankhen khol kar usko dekhti rahi. Uske chehre pe aansu aur madhosh si expression ka mix tha.  




Abdul ne muskurate hue darwaza khola. “Enjoy your last day with husband. Safe flight.” Aur woh chala gaya.  

Room mein sirf Shrutika ki dheemi saans aur samundar ki door ki awaaz reh gayi thi. Bed pe jewelry boxes chamak rahe the aur envelope mein paise. Uski pussy se abhi bhi fresh creampie tapak raha tha.  


Shaam ke 6:30 baje resort room mein last rays of sunlight window se andar aa rahe the. Shrutika ne apna last suitcase band kiya. Saare kapde – woh hot red saree, sky-blue sundress, bikinis, jewelry boxes jo clients ne diye the – sab neatly packed the. Uski body ab thodi relaxed thi, lekin dil mein abhi bhi kal raat aur subah ke Abdul wale quick fuck ki yaadein ghum rahi thi. Usne ek simple white salwar-kameez pehna tha – honeymoon ke end ke liye perfect, decent aur beautiful.  


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Soham bhi ready tha. Usne usko dekhte hi muskuraya aur uske paas aaya. “Jaan… sab packing ho gaya? Ghar chalne ka time ho gaya.” Usne usko tightly hug kiya, uske lips pe ek gehra kiss kiya. Shrutika ne bhi respond kiya – uske seene pe sir rakh kar. Dono ne room ke har corner ko last time dekha. Soham ne uske gaal pe kiss kiya, phir neck pe. “Yeh honeymoon hamesha yaad rahega na?” usne dheere se kaha. Shrutika ne sirf sar hila diya, aankhen band kar ke.  



Dono ne luggage uthaya aur reception ki taraf chal diye. Check-out counter pe Soham formalities kar raha tha jab suddenly Aarav aur Abdul wahan pahunch gaye. Dono ke chehre pe wohi muskurahat thi. Shrutika ka dil dhadak utha. *Ab kya?* lekin Aarav ne aage badh kar uske phone ko haath mein liya.  

“Madam… ek last gift,” usne kaha aur uske phone pe gallery kholi. Usne saare videos, photos, recordings – jo bhi blackmail material tha – ek button dabate hi permanently delete kar diya. “Dekh lo… sab gone. Koi proof nahi bacha. Ab aap completely free ho.”  

Shrutika ki aankhen chamak uthi. Uski saans ruk gayi. Woh phone cheen kar khud check karne lagi – gallery empty, trash folder clear, cloud backup bhi deleted. Uske chehre pe pehli baar sachchi khushi ki muskurahat aayi. “Thank you… sach mein?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha. Aarav ne sir hila diya. “Haan madam. Ab aap ghar ja sakti ho. Safe journey.”  

Dono ne goodbye kaha aur chale gaye. Shrutika ne Soham ki taraf dekha – uske aankhon mein aansu the lekin khushi ke. “Chal jaan… ghar chalte hain,” usne kaha aur uska haath pakad liya. Dono hotel ke main gate se bahar nikle. Resort ka last view liya – samundar, beach, woh sab kuch jo unke “unwanted journey” ka hissa tha.  

Ek private cab already wait kar rahi thi. Driver ne luggage boot mein rakh diya. Dono backseat pe baith gaye. Shrutika ne apna sir Soham ke kandhe pe rakh diya. “Finally… ghar,” usne whisper kiya. Cab airport ki taraf nikal gayi. Raste mein Shrutika ki aankhen band ho gayi. Thakaan itni zyada thi ki woh jaldi hi gehri neend mein chali gayi. Soham ne uske baal sehlate hue muskuraya aur window se bahar dekhta raha.  

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Jab Shrutika ki aankhen khuli toh sab kuch alag tha.  

Woh ek badi luxurious cabin mein leti hui thi. Wooden panel walls, soft king-size bed, dim golden lights, aur… halki si jhanjhanahat. Floor thoda sa hil raha tha. Uski aankhen phail gayi. Yeh koi hotel room nahi tha. Yeh… boat tha! Ek badi private yacht ka master cabin. Bahar se samundar ki tez lahar ki awaaz aa rahi thi aur cabin ka floor gently rock kar raha tha.  

“Ye… ye kya hai?” usne ghabra kar uthne ki koshish ki. Uski salwar-kameez abhi bhi pehni hui thi lekin uske haath kaanp rahe the. Woh bed se utri aur chhote window se bahar jhaanka – sirf andhera samundar aur door tak koi zameen nahi. “Kahan hoon main? Soham… Soham kahan hai?!”  

Tabhi uske phone pe ring baji. Screen pe number flash ho raha tha – Abdul.  

Shrutika ne turant call uthaya. “Abdul! Ye kya hai?! Mujhe kahan le ja rahe ho?! Mera husband kahan pe hai?! Batao mujhe!!” uski awaaz zor se nikal gayi, almost chillaati hui. Uski saans phool rahi thi, aankhen phaili hui.  



Doosri taraf se Abdul zor-zor se hansne laga. Uski hasi itni tez aur mazedaar thi ki phone pe bhi saaf sunai de rahi thi. Woh 10-15 seconds tak hans ta raha – jaise koi mazedaar joke sun raha ho. “Hahaha… madam… kitni cute ho tum abhi bhi. Abhi bhi ‘husband’ bol rahi ho? Hahahaha!”  

Shrutika ka chehra safed pad gaya. “Kya bakwas kar rahe ho?! Jawab do! Main kahan hoon?! Yeh boat kyun hai?! Soham ko phone do!!”  

Abdul ki hasi dheere-dheere rukne lagi lekin abhi bhi uski awaaz mein wohi mazaa tha. “Arre madam… relax. Suno toh sahi. Tumhara ‘pyara’ husband Soham… usne bahut badi deal ki hai tumse. Poore honeymoon trip mein usne 90 lakh rupaye kamaye hain – hamari commission nikaal kar. Aur tum pehli wife nahi ho jis ko usne yahan honeymoon pe laaya hai. Pehle bhi do biwiyon ko laaya tha… same plan – drug, blackmail, auction, yacht party… sab. Har baar profit kama ke unko bech deta hai.”  

Shrutika ke pair thande pad gaye. Uski ungliyan phone ko tightly pakde hue thi. “Kya… kya bol rahe ho tum? Yeh jhooth hai… Soham aisa nahi kar sakta…” uski awaaz toot rahi thi.  

Abdul phir se zor se hans pada – is baar aur tez. “Hahahaha… jhooth? Madam, sach suno. Usne tumhe 1 crore mein bech diya hai. Ek bahut bade client ko – Mr. Rajesh Khanna, 58 saal ka billionaire. Ab tum uski ‘amanat’ ho. Woh tumhe apne private island pe le ja raha hai. Yeh boat usi ka hai. Tumhara husband abhi airport pe hoga… akela… aur uske account mein 80 lakh already transfer ho chuke hain. Woh ghar ja kar nayi zindagi shuru karega… aur tum? Tum ab yahan ho… hamesha ke liye.”  

Shrutika ka phone haath se chhootne wala tha. Uski aankhen mein aansu bhar aaye the. “Nahi… nahi… yeh nahi ho sakta… Abdul please… mujhe wapas le chalo… main kuch bhi karungi… please…” uski awaaz ab bilkul toot chuki thi.  

Abdul ki hasi ab dheemi ho gayi thi lekin abhi bhi usmein wohi sadistic mazaa tha. “Madam… ab rona band karo. Tumne toh bahut maza liya tha in chaar dinon mein – Aaryan, Atul, Vikram, yacht ke 9 aadmi, Abdul ka final round… sab. Ab naya chapter shuru ho raha hai. Mr. Khanna bahut strict hain… lekin bahut ameer. Tumhari nayi zindagi bahut ‘luxurious’ hone wali hai. Ab phone rakh do… aur enjoy the ride. Hahaha!”  

Call cut ho gaya.  

Shrutika bed pe gir gayi. Phone uske haath se chhoot kar floor pe gir gaya. Uski saans ruk rahi thi, aankhen mein sirf andhera. Bahar samundar ki tez laharen boat ko hilaa rahi thi. Woh ab sirf ek cheez samajh paayi thi – uska “unwanted journey” ab hamesha ke liye unwanted nahi raha tha… yeh uska naya permanent safar tha.  

The End… or New Beginning?