Adultery Wife In Honeymoon (cockold)

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Riya’s Honeymoon Adventure

My name is John, and my wife's name is Riya. We got married just one month ago in an arranged marriage. She's a homely housewife with a killer figure—36-27-37, just like the Tamil actress Meena, all curves in the right places. Now, we're off on our honeymoon to Ooty. We left early in the morning from my home in my car. It's about a six-hour drive.
After checking into our hotel, we freshened up and grabbed some lunch. Then, we took a short drive into a nearby forest area. I've always fantasized about fucking Riya out in the wild, surrounded by trees and fresh air. So, I parked the car and we walked about 15 minutes deep into the woods, away from any paths.
Once we were alone, I turned to her, my cock already twitching in my pants. 'Riya, baby, give me a blowjob right here,' I said, my voice thick with lust. She looked at me like I was insane—her big eyes wide, cheeks flushing—but I begged her, over and over, until she finally nodded. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees on the soft forest floor. Her saree bunched up around her thighs, exposing her smooth, tanned legs.
I unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down, my cock springing free. It's 3 inches when soft, but it hardens to a solid 5 inches. Right now, it was rock-hard, veins pulsing, pre-cum already beading at the tip. Riya stared at it for a second, then I grabbed a fistful of her silky black hair and guided her mouth forward. Her soft lips parted, and I thrust my cock inside, feeling the warm, wet heat envelop me.
I held her head steady and started fucking her mouth slow at first, sliding in and out, her tongue swirling around the shaft involuntarily. 'That's it, suck it good,' I groaned, the thrill of the outdoors making every sensation sharper. After a minute, I gripped her hair tighter, pushing deeper, forcing more of my length down her throat. She gagged a little, her eyes watering, but I didn't stop. I picked up the pace, slamming into her mouth faster, the sloppy sounds echoing through the trees. My balls tightened after about two minutes—I was so close to exploding, cum building up hot and heavy.
Suddenly, Riya twisted away, pulling her mouth off my cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum dangled from her lips to my throbbing head. 'John, no—wait!' she gasped, but I was too far gone. I yanked her head back, shoving my cock deep into her throat again, shaking her face side to side to keep her in place. She struggled, her hands pushing at my thighs, nails digging in, but the resistance only made me harder. Her muffled protests vibrated around my shaft, pushing me right to the edge.
Just as I felt the first spurt building, she broke free with a desperate shove, coughing and wiping her mouth. That's when she pointed behind me, her voice trembling. 'John... there are two guys watching us. They're filming!'
I spun around, heart pounding, and saw them—two rough-looking men, Ramu and Rahim, smartphones out, grinning like predators. My cock deflated instantly, shrinking back to 3 inches in the cool air. Panic hit me like a truck. I fumbled to pull up my pants, but they were tangled around my ankles. Riya stayed on her knees, her lips swollen and shiny, saliva dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts.
The men sauntered over, their eyes locked on Riya's exposed cleavage. 'What the fuck are you doing out here?' Ramu demanded, his voice rough. Rahim chuckled, waving his phone. 'Looks like your slut giving you a blowjob in the woods.'
I swallowed hard, zipping up as best I could. 'It's my wife, not a slut. We're on our honeymoon.' They laughed, doubting me. 'Prove it. Show us she's not some hooker you paid.' I pointed to Riya's neck, where her thali—her mangalsutra—was tucked inside her jacket. She pulled it out slowly, the gold chain dangling between her full 36-inch tits, the sacred pendant resting right in her cleavage. 'See? She's my wife.'
They weren't convinced. 'Nice try, but we ain't deleting this video unless you play a game with us.' Desperate to end this, I nodded. Back in college, I was athletic, confident. How bad could it be?
The game was simple but humiliating: compare erect cock sizes. If mine was bigger than both theirs, they'd delete the video and leave. I figured my 5-inch hard-on was average—Riya came from a conservative family, no porn, so she'd only seen mine. I dropped my pants again, my soft 3-incher flopping out. They smirked.
Ramu went first, shoving down his pants to reveal a thick 5-inch flaccid cock, heavy and bulging even soft. Rahim followed with his own semi-hard monster. 'Get hard first,' Ramu challenged. I tried stroking myself, but fear kept me limp. Then, eyes on Riya still kneeling there, her mouth red and inviting, I pulled her closer. 'Suck me, baby—get me hard.'
She hesitated, glancing at the men, but leaned in. Her lips wrapped around my cock again, sucking tentatively at first, then deeper as I hardened. The men watched, stroking themselves, their cocks swelling massively. By the time I hit 6 inches—thicker than usual from the adrenaline—Ramu's was a veiny 8-inch beast, dark and uncut, curving upward. Rahim's was worse: 9 inches erect, circumcised, the pink head glistening, black shaft ridged with veins, sticking straight out at a 90-degree angle.
I'd lost already. They offered another shot: call two friends. If I beat both, we win. Praying for luck, I agreed. Five minutes later, Raju and Salim arrived. Raju, in a lungi, dropped it to show his 9-inch erect cock, uncut and thick as a wrist. Salim's was the biggest—10 inches, circumcised, a massive black pole with a flared head, veins throbbing.
All four cocks towered over mine, hard and dripping pre-cum. Riya's eyes widened, staring at the forest of dark meat surrounding her. I whispered to her, 'Run!' But as I turned, my pants tripped me, and I face-planted into the dirt, my cock scbanging painfully against the sand.
They pounced, pinning me down. 'Please, don't hurt us!' I begged. Rahim and Raju punched me until everything went black.
When I came to, tied naked to a tree 40 meters away—my right hand free, no blindfold—I heard Riya's sobs nearby. The men had stripped me completely, my small cock exposed to the breeze. They threatened to kill me if she ran, forcing her compliance. 'One last game,' Salim said. 'Suck our cocks. If your husband wakes up, sees you, and starts jerking off instead of shouting in anger, you lose. If he shouts, you win freedom.'
Riya, tears streaming, agreed—no choice. They tied me tighter and left me there, returning to her. She knelt again, surrounded by four massive, erect cocks—two circumcised, all still rock-hard after waiting over 10 minutes, pre-cum oozing from the tips.
Ramu grabbed her hair first, forcing his 8-inch uncut cock past her lips. She gagged as he pushed deep, fucking her mouth with short, brutal thrusts. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, tongue working the underside despite her resistance. They rotated: Rahim next, his 9-inch circumcised dick sliding in, the pink head bumping her throat. She slurped loudly, saliva bubbling out, dripping down her chin onto her saree.
Raju took his turn, his thick 9-incher stretching her jaw wide. He held her head and pumped steadily, making her choke on every inch. Salim went last, ramming his 10-inch monster down her throat until her nose pressed against his pubes. She coughed around it, but he didn't let up, face-fucking her until tears mixed with the drool.
After 10 minutes of nonstop blowjobs, Salim and Ramu pulled out and made her use her hands. 'Stroke us while you suck the others,' they ordered. Riya's soft palms wrapped around their shafts, jerking them off—up and down, twisting at the heads—while she bobbed on Rahim's cock, then Raju's. The wet sounds of sucking and skin slapping filled the air. Her hands glistened with pre-cum, flying faster as they groaned, close to blowing their loads.
This went on for 20-25 minutes, her knees raw on the ground, saree soaked with spit and sweat. Her tits bounced with every thrust, nipples hard against the fabric.
Meanwhile, I stirred awake, head throbbing. Memories flooded back: our first wedding night, Riya refusing a blowjob at first, but after I fingered her wet pussy until she came, she sucked me eagerly. In that month, we'd only done oral—no fucking yet, saving it for the honeymoon. Now, peeking through the trees, I saw her: on her knees, mouth stuffed with Salim's huge cock, hands pumping Ramu and Rahim's while Raju waited his turn.
My cock betrayed me, hardening to 6 inches instantly. Without thinking, my free hand wrapped around it, stroking slow at first, then faster as I watched her lips stretch around that massive shaft. Pre-cum slicked my palm; I jerked harder, lost in the sight of my wife servicing these strangers, her moans muffled around the dick in her throat. It lasted about five minutes, my balls aching for release.
The men spotted me, laughing. 'Look! He's jerking off to his wife sucking us!' Riya whipped around, eyes locking on me mid-stroke, frozen in shock. I stopped, horror hitting me as Ramu lined up to shove his cock back in her mouth. Rage exploded. 'Get away from her, you bastards!' I shouted, voice cracking through the trees.
Riya pulled free, gasping. 'He shouted! I win the game!' But the men argued, 'No, he was masturbating first—for five whole minutes!' They debated for five minutes, voices rising, while I kept yelling from afar, too far to hear details.
Finally, Salim stepped in. 'Enough. This game's a draw. We'll play one final round—same rules.'
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Riya's Honeymoon Adventure - Final Game

The men had declared the previous round a draw, their voices echoing through the trees as they argued over the rules. Riya knelt there, her saree disheveled, face streaked with tears and saliva, her full lips still swollen from the relentless throat-fucking. I strained against the ropes binding me to the tree, my naked body exposed, small cock limp from the shock. Salim's words hung in the air: 'Enough. This game's a draw. We'll play one final round—same rules.'
Raju stepped forward, his 9-inch uncut cock still semi-hard, swinging heavily between his legs as he approached me. The others—Ramu, Rahim, and Salim—huddled with Riya about 20 meters away, their massive dicks bobbing as they whispered to her. She nodded reluctantly, wiping her mouth, believing whatever twisted assurance they gave her.
Raju reached my tree, his eyes gleaming with lust. 'If you don't do anything crazy, I'll untie you,' he said, his voice low and gravelly. I nodded frantically, desperate for any chance to protect Riya. He sliced through the ropes with a small knife, freeing my hands and body. I rubbed my wrists, heart racing, but stayed still as he continued. 'We're not gonna abuse your woman. We like to fuck somebody today, but if you give your body to me, I'll make sure they leave your wife alone. Nobody gets triggered to fuck her.'
My wife, still trusting me completely, had accepted their side of the deal from afar. But Raju's offer hit me like a punch. Otherwise, he warned, he'd fuck her right there, and the other three would join in, pounding her like a whore until she was ruined. Fear gripped me—I didn't know what to do. I thought for two agonizing minutes. If I let him use me, at least I could spare her. She was still a virgin; we'd only shared oral in that month of marriage. I wanted our first time to be special, to fill her precious belly with my seed alone, not let these bastards dirty her with theirs. Swallowing my pride, I whispered, 'Okay, you can use my body. But leave her.'
Raju grinned, his thick cock twitching back to life. 'Whatever. You won't tell your wife about this. You're gonna make me happy.' He glanced back to ensure Riya was out of earshot, then grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me down to my knees in the dirt. I was still completely nude, my pathetic 3-inch soft cock dangling uselessly. I'd never sucked a cock before—never even thought about it—and the idea repulsed me. But to save Riya, I'd made this choice.
Now, on my knees, Raju's massive 9-incher loomed in front of my face, jumping up and down with excitement, the uncut foreskin peeling back slightly to reveal the glistening head. Pre-cum oozed from the slit, the musky scent hitting me hard. Before I could brace myself, he pulled my head forward and shoved his cock completely inside my mouth. The thick shaft stretched my lips wide, sliding past my tongue and straight into my throat. I gagged instantly, the salty taste overwhelming, my eyes watering as I felt every vein pulsing against my tongue.
Uncomfortable didn't cover it—my throat burned, saliva flooding my mouth as I tried to pull back. But Raju held my head firm, his fingers tangled in my hair. He started moving my head front and back, forcing me to suck him. 'That's it, take it deep,' he grunted, thrusting his hips to match the rhythm. My lips sealed around his girth, sliding up and down the length as he face-fucked me. Drool escaped the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin onto my chest. I choked and sputtered, but he didn't let up, pushing deeper until my nose buried in his coarse pubes.
Each thrust made his balls slap against my chin, the wet slurping sounds humiliating me further. My jaw ached from the stretch, tongue pressed flat under the invading cock. He picked up speed, groaning as he used my mouth like a tight pussy, his pre-cum coating my throat. I could feel him swelling, getting closer, but I kept sucking—bobbing my head now on instinct to end it faster—for Riya's sake.
Meanwhile, back with the group, the 'final game' unfolded as they tricked Riya. Unknowing, she was positioned for what they called the last challenge: blindfolded and told it was a test of trust with me. But instead, Ramu stepped up, his 8-inch uncut cock hard and ready. They guided her mouth to it, whispering lies about it being part of saving us. Her soft lips parted, wrapping around Ramu's shaft as she sucked innocently, believing it was all to win our freedom.
She bobbed her head eagerly at first, tongue swirling the underside, drawing moans from Ramu. Saliva glistened on his length as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. The blindfold kept her in the dark, her hands gripping his thighs for balance while she slurped and sucked, unknowingly pleasuring the stranger. Ramu thrust gently, fucking her mouth with controlled pumps, his balls tightening as her warm, wet suction pulled him toward release.
The game succeeded in their twisted way—Riya's unknowing blowjob to Ramu sealed the humiliation, her mouth filled with another man's cock while I choked on Raju's nearby. The forest air filled with muffled gags and wet smacks, our fates intertwined in this erotic nightmare. What came next? The men weren't done yet...
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John's heart raced as he leaned against the rough bark of the ancient tree deep in the forest, the blindfold still tight over Riya's eyes just a few feet away. They'd planned this honeymoon surprise—a playful blindfolded game to spice things up—but now it felt like a trap. Raju, one of the rugged intruders who'd ambushed their campsite, pressed his calloused hands firmly on John's ass, kneading the flesh and sending unwanted shivers of arousal through him. John's cock twitched despite the humiliation, his mind screaming in protest as he tried to focus on setting up the voice for the scene, whispering commands to keep Riya engaged.

Ramu stepped forward, his thick dick already hard and veined, shoving it past Riya's parted lips while she knelt blindfolded on the forest floor. She froze, realizing instantly it wasn't John's familiar length—the girth was too much, the taste foreign. She jerked back, trying to pull away, but Ramu's hand tangled in her dark hair, holding her steady. 'Suck it, bitch,' he growled, thrusting deeper into her mouth.
Rahim emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with lust as he approached Riya from the side. He gripped the edge of her saree, yanking it off her shoulders in one swift motion, exposing her heaving breasts barely contained by her blouse. His rough fingers squeezed her soft tits, pinching the nipples through the fabric until they stiffened. He slid his hand lower, cupping her mound over the petticoat, rubbing circles that made her pussy throb and leak. Riya's resistance crumbled; her body betrayed her, hips bucking slightly as she stopped fighting and wrapped her lips around Ramu's cock, sucking willingly now, her tongue swirling along the underside.
Salim watched her surrender, smirking as he knelt beside her. He teased her pussy through the thin cloth of her petticoat, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Ramu groaned in ecstasy, his hips pumping faster as Riya's mouth worked him over.

Rahim circled behind her, pressing his naked body against her back. He ground his hard dick into the cleft of her ass, the tip leaking pre-cum onto her skin while his hands roamed up to her blouse. With a rip, he tore the jacket open, buttons flying, leaving her in just a skimpy bra and petticoat. Her full breasts strained against the lace, nipples poking through like invitations.

Salim grabbed the pallu of her saree, pulling it away completely, then hooked his fingers into her panties. He slipped his hand inside, finding her pussy soaked and swollen, fingers dipping into the slick folds. Riya moaned around Ramu's shaft, her blindfold hiding the flush of her cheeks.
On John's side, the setup forgotten, Raju positioned himself behind. He spat on his cock for minimal slickness and rammed it into John's tight ass without warning. The intrusion burned like fire, stretching him brutally, waves of pain and shame crashing over John as Raju started thrusting, his balls slapping against John's thighs. John bit his lip to stifle a cry, his own dick hardening traitorously from the violation.
Riya bobbed her head freely on Ramu's dick now, slurping noisily as saliva coated her chin. Rahim shoved his hand into her bra, groping her tits roughly, twisting the sensitive flesh until she whimpered. Drool from Ramu's cock dribbled down her neck, soaking into her cleavage and making her skin glisten under the dappled moonlight.
Rahim yanked the bra away, tossing it into the underbrush, freeing her heavy breasts to bounce with each movement. He smeared the saliva over her nipples, pinching and pulling them hard, using the wetness as lube to heighten the sensation.
John heard the wet sounds from Riya's direction—slurps and moans—but he couldn't concentrate, Raju's cock pounding his ass relentlessly, each thrust a humiliating reminder of his powerlessness.
Salim peeled off her petticoat and panties in one go, leaving Riya completely nude and kneeling vulnerably before the three men. Her body trembled, pussy dripping onto the dirt. Rahim dragged his foreskin-peeled dick along her ass crack, teasing the tight hole while Salim knelt in front, rubbing his thick shaft up and down her slick slit, bumping her clit until she was panting with need.

They spread her saree on the ground like a makeshift bed, laying her down on her back. Salim dove between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her pussy, sucking her folds and flicking her clit. Riya arched, blindfold slipping slightly but not off, her hands clutching the fabric as pleasure built.
Ramu grabbed her head, bending her neck back and forcing his cock straight down her throat. He fucked her face with deep, gagging thrusts, her gurgles muffled by the invasion.

After fifteen minutes of tormenting her with his mouth, Salim rose, positioning his cock at her virgin entrance—Riya had saved herself for marriage, but now it was ending like this. He pushed in slowly at first, the resistance tight, then slammed forward, tearing through her hymen. Blood trickled out, mixing with her juices, and Riya screamed around Ramu's dick, the pain sharp but laced with forbidden ecstasy. Salim bottomed out against her cervix, then pulled back, only to thrust again, claiming her fully.

Rahim lifted one of her legs high, angling her for what's next. They shifted her body, aligning all three holes for total violation—Ramu in her mouth, Salim in her pussy, Rahim aiming for her ass.
John, oblivious in his own hell, took Raju's full length in his ass, the burn turning to a twisted ache as the man rutted like an animal.

Salim drove his entire cock into Riya's pussy in one brutal push, the blood easing the way now, her walls clenching around him in agony and bliss. Rahim followed, forcing his massive dick into her virgin ass, the double stretch making her body convulse. She bit down on Ramu's shaft to muffle her cries, tears soaking the blindfold.

With the barriers broken, Salim and Rahim re-entered more smoothly, their cocks pistoning in rhythm— one in, one out—turning her pain into waves of pleasure. Riya bucked between them, the three men fucking her like a desperate whore, her body igniting in heat.

Ramu deepthroated her relentlessly, his hands slapping and kneading her bouncing tits, leaving red marks on the pale skin.
They flipped her onto all fours in doggy style, the forest floor rough against her knees. Rahim mounted her from above, slamming into her ass with downward thrusts that made her jolt. Salim slid underneath, impaling her pussy from below, his hands gripping her waist to pull her down hard. Ramu knelt in front, fisting her hair and yanking her head to suck his cock, guiding her rhythm with rough tugs as all three moved in sync, their grunts filling the night.

Raju neared his end in John's ass, the tight heat pushing him over. He pulled out abruptly, the sudden emptiness leaving John gasping, then spun him around and shoved his slick cock into John's mouth. Raju fucked his face brutally, hips snapping until he erupted, flooding John's throat with thick, bitter cum. John choked but swallowed it all, the load heavy and salty.
Raju wasn't done; he made John clean his cock, thrusting shallowly until every drop and trace was licked off, then withdrew with a satisfied smack on John's cheek.
Relief washed over John as Raju stepped back. He turned toward Riya, intending to check on her, but the sight hit him like a punch: his new wife, naked and arched in doggy, triple-fucked by the intruders—Rahim in her ass, Salim in her pussy, Ramu in her mouth. Her long black hair was messy, and her gold thali—the sacred mangalsutra necklace symbolizing their marriage—swung between her cleavage like a pendulum. His heart hammered, legs weak from the ass pain; he stumbled forward but collapsed, darkness claiming him from the shock and exhaustion.

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Riya was still on all fours, her blindfold finally removed, now, sucking eagerly on Raju's cock—who had joined the rotation after John passed out, taking turns with the others to keep her filled. Riya's lips were stretched wide around Raju's thick 9-inch uncut cock. She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollowing as her tongue worked the underside, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her heaving tits. Raju gripped her hair, thrusting his hips forward, making her gag softly. 'Good girl, take it all,' he grunted, his balls slapping her chin. The other three men—Ramu, Rahim, and Salim stood around her, their own hard cocks out, stroking themselves while watching. Ramu's 8 inch veiny shaft twitched
as he waited his turn, Rahim's 9 inch ridged one leaking pre-cum, and Salim's massive 10 inch monster throbbed in his fist

John's stomach twisted in shame and rage, but his body betrayed him. Seeing Riya like this her homely face flushed, eyes half closed in what looked like building need made his cock stir. He remembered their arranged marriage just a month ago, how she'd been so shy, refusing even a blowjob until he begged in the forest earlier that day. They'd come to Ooty for their honeymoon, driving six hours from home, checking into the hotel, having lunch, then hiking here for his outdoor fantasy. But now, these strangers had turned it into a nightmare. Or was it? Riya's moans around Raju's cock sounded real, hungry

Raju noticed John stirring. 'Look, the cuck's awake,' he laughed, pulling out of Riya's mouth with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his glistening tip. Riya turned her head, her eyes meeting John's wide with shock, then something else, a flicker of apology mixed with heat. 'John... I had to... they made me,' she whispered, but her voice trembled not just from fear. Her nipples were hard peaks, dark and erect

John struggled and his 5-inch erection now half-hard from the sight. 'Let her go, you bastards!' he shouted, but his voice cracked. The men just chuckled. Salim stepped forward, his huge cock bobbing. 'Shut up and watch, little man. Your wife's enjoying it more than you ever made her.' He grabbed Riya's thali chain, yanking her forward gently but firmly, making her tits jiggle. 'Suck me now, slut. Show your husband how a real cock feels.'
Riya hesitated, glancing at John, but the pull on her thali made her gasp, a spark of unwanted pleasure shooting through her. She'd felt it earlier when Salim broke her virginity, the pain turning to fire, her body craving more despite the tears. These men were rough, big, and they knew how to touch her in ways John never had. She leaned in, opening her mouth wide for Salim's 10 inch beast. It stretched her jaw, the flared head bumping her throat as she bobbed, slurping loudly. Her hands reached up instinctively, one stroking Ramu's cock, the other Rahim's, her soft palms sliding up and down their shafts, twisting at the heads to spread their pre cum.

John watched, frozen, as the evening light faded. 'Join if you want,' Ramu taunted, 'but we know you can't satisfy her.' Riya's eyes locked on John's as she sucked Salim deeper, gagging but pushing on, her pussy clenching with need. The humiliation burned John, but he couldn't look away. After a few minutes, Raju pulled her up by the thali, spinning her around to face John. 'Bend over, show him your holes.'
Riya obeyed, her body trembling with a mix of fear and growing lust. She exposing her round 37-inch ass and shaved pussy, still leaking from earlier fucks. Juices trailed down her thighs. Ramu knelt behind her, rubbing his 8-inch cock along her slit before slamming in. Riya cried out, her body rocking forward, tits swinging. 'Oh god... it's so big,' she moaned, not to John, but to the men. Rahim grabbed her thali from behind, using it like a leash to pull her head back, shoving his 9-inch into her mouth. She sucked eagerly now, her hips pushing back onto Ramu, the wet slaps echoing

Salim and Raju flanked her, making her jerk their cocks with both hands. John sat there, his own dick hard and leaking, stroking it shamefully as Riya became their plaything. They rotated her through the evening double penetration first, Ramu in her pussy, Rahim forcing into her tight ass, stretching her until she screamed in pain pleasure. Her thali dangled, catching on their skin as they thrust. 'Pull it harder,' Riya whispered once, surprising herself, the chain tugging her nipples indirectly as Salim yanked it while face fucking her.
By dusk, they had her on the ground, triple teamed: Salim's monster in her pussy, pounding her cervix; Raju in her ass, his thickness making her clench; Ramu in her mouth, cum already building. Rahim waited, slapping her tits red. Riya came hard, squirting around Salim, her body shaking as waves hit her. 'More... please,' she begged between thrusts, her obedience growing with each orgasm. John came in his hand watching, tears mixing with his load, knowing she'd never look at his small cock the same.


They fucked her for hours, cumming inside and on her thali, marking the sacred chain with their seed. Riya licked it clean when ordered, her tongue tracing the gold links, tasting them mixed with her sweat. Finally, exhausted, they bundled the couple into John's car. Riya sat in the back, half-naked, cum drying on her skin, leaning on Rahim as he fingered her lazily. and drove to the nearby resort where John and Riya were staying, for the honeymoone.

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Day One: Waiter Tease Turns Wild

At the villa, the men locked John in the bedroom closet, door cracked for his view. They ordered dinner spicy curries, biryani, sweets and made Riya slip into a thin black robe that hugged her 36-28-37 curves, nipples visible, thali peeking at her neckline. 'Act natural, you filthy cumdump,' Raju whispered, slapping her ass. 'Tease them alone first. Make us proud, and we'll reward your greedy holes later.' Riya nodded, her pussy throbbing with need; the forest had ignited a fire, and she craved more, obeying to feed it.

The two waiters, Ravi and Deepak tall, muscular locals in their mid-20s arrived with trays, eyes widening at Riya's disheveled beauty. She smiled coyly, setting plates on the table. 'Hot day, isn't it?' she said, fanning herself, the robe loosening to flash cleavage. As they unpacked, she 'tripped,' spilling chocolate sauce from a dessert bowl across her chest. The sticky liquid soaked the fabric, outlining her hard nipples. 'Oops... so messy,' she purred, untying the robe slowly, letting it fall open to bare her breasts full, brown globes with dark peaks begging attention.

Ravi and Deepak froze, trays forgotten. Riya stepped closer, cupping her tits. 'Help a girl out? Lick it off.' Trembling with lust, Ravi leaned in first, tongue lapping the chocolate from one nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth, biting lightly. Deepak took the other, swirling his tongue, making her gasp. 'Mmm, good boys... clean every drop.' She arched, hands guiding their heads, her robe slipping lower to her waist, exposing her smooth stomach and the curve of her hips. The waiters grew bold, hands roaming Ravi pinching her free nipple, Deepak sliding a palm down to cup her mound through the remaining fabric.
For the first hour, it was just them. Riya led, pushing Ravi onto the couch, straddling his lap to grind her wet pussy on his bulge while Deepak stood, her hands unzipping him. His 7-inch cock sprang out, veiny and hard; she stroked it slow, thumbing the slit. 'You like my tits?' she asked, smearing chocolate from the bowl onto Ravi's exposed chest after yanking his shirt open, then licking it off, her tongue tracing his muscles. Deepak groaned as she bent to suck his tip, chocolate-dipped she'd coated it lightly from the sauce, the sweet mix making her hum in delight. 'Taste so good... fuck my mouth.'

She dropped to her knees, alternating blowjobs: deep-throating Ravi while jerking Deepak, then switching, her saliva mixing with chocolate, dripping onto her chin. They groped her freely Ravi pulling the robe off completely, fingers probing her ass crack; Deepak fingering her pussy, three digits curling to hit her G-spot. Riya moaned around their cocks, 'Yes, finger-fuck this slutty hole... make it squirt.' He did, pumping fast until she trembled, juices spraying his hand but he stopped just before her peak, pulling out. 'Beg, whore.' 'Please... don't stop... I need to cum on your fingers,' she whined, hips bucking air, eagerness building her submission.

Deepak laid her on the table, spreading her legs wide, burying his face in her pussy. His tongue lapped her folds, clit sucked hard, while Ravi tit-fucked her, sliding his cock between her chocolate-smeared breasts. Riya writhed, 'Eat me out, you dirty bastard... tongue my asshole too.' He obeyed, rimming her tight pucker, making her squirt a small gush onto his chin—again denied full release, fingers pinching her clit to edge her. She cursed, 'Fuck, tease me more... make your bitch desperate.' They flipped her doggy-style over the table, Ravi entering her pussy from behind slow, deep thrusts, his balls slapping her clit while Deepak fed her his cock, chocolate remnants sweet on her tongue.

The hour stretched with positions: her riding Deepak reverse on the floor, ass bouncing as Ravi stood for mouth service; double oral, both cocks in her face, her licking balls and shafts interchangeably. She squirted twice more once from Ravi's fingers in her ass while Deepak rubbed her clit, stopped short each time leaving her panting, 'Fuck me hard now... fill this needy cunt.' Bad words flew: 'You're a cock-hungry slag,' Ravi growled, spanking her. 'Yes, punish your whore,' she replied, obeying every slap, every order to spread wider.

After nearly two hours of their solo play her body glistening with sweat, chocolate streaks, and pre-cum the door creaked. The four men entered, cocks out, grinning. 'Our turn to join, boys. Share the slut.' The waiters, spent but hard again, nodded eagerly. Raju grabbed Riya's thali once, looping the gold chain loosely around his thick 9-inch dick like a cock ring, the precious metal glinting against his skin. 'Suck your marriage off me, you ungrateful bitch.' She crawled to him, mouth engulfing his shaft and chain, tongue polishing both, the tug sending forbidden thrills through her.

Chaos erupted. Rahim took her pussy while Salim claimed her ass double penetration on the rug, her holes stretched wide, squelching. Ramu face-fucked her, balls on her chin; the waiters jerked over her tits. They rotated: Raju in her mouth with the thali adornment, yanking her head by her hair; Deepak and Ravi taking turns in her hands, chocolate-smeared cocks sliding in her palms. Edging continued—thrusts halting as she neared climax, 'No cumming till you say 'I'm your fucktoy forever,' cumrag.' She did, voice hoarse, squirting violently when allowed, soaking the floor.

They dipped cocks in melted chocolate from the kitchen, making her suck the coated lengths clean sweet, salty mix driving her wild. 'Lick every inch, chocolate whore.' Fingers and toys from the drawer vibrator buzzing her clit while fucked, anal beads pulled slow to make her beg. She obeyed all: 'Piss on my tits if you want... just fuck me after.' They didn't, but slapped, spat, called her 'village slut' and 'hubby-stealing bitch.' John watched from the closet, stroking his 5-inch futilely, her orgasms eight now echoing his impotence.

By 2 AM, cum everywhere inside her, on her face, thali chain sticky once more they dismissed the waiters with cash and threats. Riya curled up, spent, whispering to John later, 'They make me feel alive... I have to obey for it.'

[samanthasam]

[blackdesk]

Sexy. Super sexy.

[samanthasam]

Day Two: Jacuzzi Depravity

The next morning, after forcing John to watch them shower with Riya—fucking her against the tiles, using her thali as a handle to bend her over — the table—quick, brutal, her squirting into her plate before eating-they took her to the villa's private jacuzzi on the patio, surrounded by high walls but open to the warm Ooty breeze. It was kinky perfection: bubbling hot water, jets pulsing like vibrators, steam rising. John was tied to a lounge chair nearby, gagged with his own underwear, his small cock caged in frustration.

They stripped Riya naked, her body glowing in the sunlight—curves soft, thali shining against her brown skin. 'Into the water, slut,' Ramu commanded, and she obeyed, sinking into the jets, moaning as the bubbles hit her clit. 'It feels so good... like fingers everywhere.' The men joined, surrounding her in the tub. Raju pulled her onto his lap, his 9-inch sliding into her pussy underwater, the water sloshing as she rode him, tits bouncing above the surface. She grabbed her thali, offering it to him: 'Use this to control me.' He wrapped the chain around his fist, yanking her down harder onto his cock, making her gasp.

Rahim stood, feeding her his 9-inch, water dripping from it as she sucked, bubbles tickling her hanging breasts. Salim and Ramu played with her ass, fingers probing, then Salim's massive head pressing in. The double penetration underwater was intense—the jets adding pressure, making her holes pulse. Riya thrashed, cumming quickly, squirting into the water. 'Yes, fill me... I need your big cocks,' she cried, her voice carrying to John, who squirmed in his bonds.

They amped the kink: Using villa oils, they oiled her body, making her skin slick. Ramu tied her thali to the jacuzzi edge with a soft rope, forcing her to lean forward, ass up, while Rahim fucked her from behind, the chain pulling taut with each thrust, yanking her head back like a bitch in heat. She obeyed every order—'Spread your cheeks,' 'Beg for cum on your thali'—because the pleasure was addictive, her body craving the stretch, the dominance John lacked.

Rotations went on: Triple play, with Salim in her mouth, bubbles forming around her lips; Raju and Ramu in pussy and ass, syncing to make her body jolt. They lifted her out, water cascading, for air fucks—hanging her over the edge, legs spread, taking turns slamming in while she ate pussy from the waiters' leftover lube? No, just the men. Kinky twists: Ice from the cooler rubbed on her nipples before sucking, hot water contrasting; blindfolding her with her saree, guessing whose cock was in her by taste alone, rewarding right guesses with orgasms.

Hours passed—lunch forgotten, just endless fucking. They made her ride the jacuzzi jets to edge herself, then deny until she begged, 'Please, fuck your slut!' Cum filled the water, her thali coated again, her licking it off submissively. John watched it all, his humiliation peaking as Riya came ten times, screaming, 'Better than my worthless husband!' finally gangbanged on the patio tiles, squirting screaming their names. By evening, she was a wreck—swollen, satisfied, fully their obedient whore, obeying for the sex she now needed like air.


Day Three: Rooftop Pool Finale

Dusk at the rooftop pool, city twinkling below. John bound, broken. Riya oiled, thrown in—Raju eating her pussy poolside, tongue delving deep. Salim sucked clit, fingers in ass. On a floatie, Ramu fucked her mouth underwater, bubbles from her gags. Rahim entered pussy from below, water churning. Rotations: All four in her cocks in pussy, ass, mouth, hand pinchin, slapping, chocolate dipped tips for her to savor mid thrust.

She squirted endlessly, edged cruelly: 'Hold it, you piss-drinking slut... beg.' 'Please, let your fuckdoll cum... I'll do anything.' Obeyed commands—'Swallow pool water with my cum'—drinking from cups mixed.

As the night wore on, they gathered around John, forcing him to stroke his pathetic five-inch dick while they laughed. 'Look at this tiny thing,' Raju sneered, comparing it to their spent, still-thick cocks. 'No wonder she screams for us. Your shrimp dick couldn't satisfy a virgin, let alone this whore.' Riya, panting and cum-soaked, avoided his eyes, her body marked with their bites. Salim shoved John's face toward her dripping pussy. 'Lick it clean, cuck. Taste what real men do to your wife.' John obeyed, humiliated tears mixing with the salty mix as he tongued her swollen folds.

Finally, sated, the four men dressed. 'One word to anyone security officer, family and these videos go viral,' Salim warned, waving his phone with footage from the forest to the pool. 'Your honeymoon gangbang, starring your slut wife.' They extracted John's phone number, home address, even bank details under threat, smirking as they pocketed the info. 'We'll be in touch if One word, and we ruin you. She's ours forever.' Left laughing.


John and Riya returned home shattered, the resort staff paid off with threats. Months later, a pregnancy test confirmed the worst or best, depending on the twisted lens. Riya gave birth to a healthy baby boy, dark-haired like the intruders, a permanent reminder of the three-day ordeal that had forever changed their marriage.

The End…

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[blackdesk]

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[samanthasam]

Can you write srorys where husband become master and make his wife and family slave

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[Ayush01111]

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