My Open Honeymoon with my Hubby – Part 3

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Dinesh was on top of me in front of Imran. He was moving with a hard and heavy rhythm. I was covered with a cream blanket over my boobs and hips. Poor guy, he did not watch my nude body. My hubby pushed his dick deep into my pussy.

He was doing it over and over, in a powerful missionary style. Imran stood there and watched us. I looked straight into Imran’s eyes. I didn’t look away. I saw his legs shaking. I saw his hands trembling at his sides. My eyes dropped to the huge bulge in his pants. He was hard and hurting.

A wicked heat flashed through my body. I wanted to make his blood boil. I arched my back and screamed. “Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” I bit my lip and moaned louder. I was making sure he heard every breath. I purposefully moaned, dirty and loved to see Imran bulge over his pants.

I was moaning like “Stretch my pussy! Oh! My pussy! Drill your dick hard!” I wanted him to hear how much I loved it. I wanted him to feel the sting of my voice. Under the blanket, my boobs swung with every thrust. The soft wool rubbed my skin. I watched Imran’s face twist in pain and desire.

He was drowning in my sexy moans. I purposely made my moans even dirtier and louder. I loved seeing him suffer. I loved the power I had over his shivering body. I teased him beyond the line. Imran left the room and closed the door. I was happy that I made him wet and felt like I won the game.

But Dinesh and I didn’t stop. The sex was raw and better than ever. The next morning, we had our breakfast. Dinesh asked me to wear a slutty dress for a beach walk. I wore the short dress that barely covered my butt. My boobs were pushing against the deep neckline.

When we reached the beach, I saw Imran and Jay there. They were cleaning and arranging the tables. Imran’s eyes were red. He looked like he had stayed awake all night thinking about the sounds of Dinesh drilling me. Jay was there too. The moment he saw me, his eyes locked onto my swinging boobs.

He couldn’t look away. He stopped working. His mouth slightly opened. I saw the familiar bulge growing in his shorts. I felt a surge of heat. My cunning mind wanted to play with Jay. My hubby had the same plan too. Dinesh looked at Imran and Jay. He saw their hungry eyes.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pushed me down. I fell to my knees right there on the beach. “Open your mouth, Wrushali,” Dinesh asked me. I knew he would push his dick inside my mouth. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock. I was happy to do it in front of them.

I took his dick into my mouth and slid my lips over his dick head. I made loud, wet slurping noises on purpose. I wanted Imran and Jay to hear everything. I wanted them to see how much I loved sucking a dick. I purposefully looked up while I was sucking the dick.

I stared into Imran’s red, tired eyes. Then I looked at Jay. Both of them were shaking. Their hands were clenched. I could see the huge bulges in their shorts. They were struggling to breathe. They wanted to touch me, but they could only watch.

I sucked him deeper. My tongue swirls around the tip. I made sure to look wicked and slutty. I saw Jay’s throat move as he swallowed. He was drowning in lust. Imran looked like he was going to explode. I loved making their blood boil while I tasted Dinesh.

But Dinesh didn’t let me finish. He pulled out and left my lips wet and shiny. He didn’t fuck me there. He grabbed my hand and stood me up. “Enough for now,” he whispered. “Let’s go to the room.” I wanted him to fuck in front of them. I wanted them to see my nude body.

But Dinesh led me away. My short dress sways over my hips. I looked back one last time. Imran and Jay were frozen. They were both staring at my body with pure and raw hunger. They were left alone with their heat, while I went to the room for the real fire.

The door shut in the room. Dinesh threw me onto the bed. He didn’t wait. He ripped off my tiny dress and pushed my legs wide. He was breathing hard.
“Did you see them, Wrushali?” Dinesh asked me. He began to thrust into me with a heavy, punishing force.

“Did you see Imran and Jay? Which one has the bigger dick? Tell me! Is Imran’s cock bigger than mine? Is Jay’s bulge thicker?” I inhaled. Uff! My head hits the pillow. “Oh, god! Yes! They were so big!” I cried out. My voice was dirty. I was becoming so high from his words.

Dinesh leaned down. His sweat dripped on my skin. “Imagine it,” he whispered into my ear. “Imagine Jay is right here. Imagine his thick dick sliding into your pussy while I watch. Tell me how much you want those losers to use your body.
Talk bad about them, Wrushali! Tell me, would you allow them to fuck you like a cheap street dog? Tell me, Wrushali. You will suck their big dicks on the beach! Tell my slutty traditional wife.”

I was heated up with his words. “Patidev, I will become a cheap and slum dog for them,” I screamed badly. My hips rise to meet his thrusts. “They are pathetic! They want me so bad. I want to see Jay’s big dick. I want to feel him stretch me out while you watch!”

Dinesh fucked me harder. His rhythm became wild after hearing my words. “Close your eyes,” he commanded. “Imagine they are both here. Imagine Imran is sucking one nipple and Jay is biting the other. Feel their hungry mouths on you while I drill you deep. Tell me you want their spit all over your tits!”

I closed my eyes and saw it. I saw their red eyes and their shaking hands. I felt the heat of my own imagination. “Yes! Suck them! Bite my nipples!” I moaned loudly. My body is shaking with lust. “I want them both to watch me take your cock! I want them to see what a slut I am for them!”

The room was filled with our loud, dirty talk. Dinesh didn’t stop. He kept asking me about their dick sizes. I moaned and replied to him, “Jay dick is thick but not long. Ummm, his thick dick can stretch my pussy. “Then my hubby asked about Imran’s dick size.

I moaned and said, “He has a long dick. He can hit my pussy walls but not thick dick”

H: Do you want to take Jay’s dick?
Me: Yes, I want his dick in my pussy.
H: Then what else, my slut wife
Me: Ahh! I want you to see how he fucks my pussy. Hear my moans, my patidev.

I was losing my mind. My pussy was soaking wet and tight. Every word made me come harder. I was loving this and feeling like I was in a different world.
Dinesh let out a loud groan and came deep inside me. We were breathing hard, the image of those two men still burning in our minds.

Dinesh became so dirty. He moved in the doggy style and started to lick my asshole. “Umm! Aww. Ah, Dinu,” was my moan.

H: What would you do if Jay and Imran were in the room while I was sucking your fat asshole?
Me: Ahh! Fuck! Suck my asshole, bloody bastard! Please suck it, Dinu.  Madarchod, please suck it.

He pushed his head between my ass cheeks and rubbed his tongue over my ass hole. Ummm! Ahh! Aww! I moaned, “I would love to take Jay’s dick in my mouth. Ufff! I asked Imran to bite my nipples hard.” Dinesh asked me to imagine while he continued to lick my asshole.

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After that, Dinesh fucked my asshole powerfully by pulling my hair and pressing my boobs. Fuck! It was a powerful ass fuck. I never imagined Dinesh would fuck my ass badly. He is a completely different person after returning to the USA.

After the ass fuck, we slept for some time. We had lunch and again started the bad conversation. Dinesh was talking about both men. He pushed his middle finger in my asshole and index finger in my pussy. He was talking badly. I felt that he would love to see me with other men.

I love to see Dinesh’s face while Jay and Imran were fucking me badly. We had a good time, and we both talked very dirty. It was our last night in Goa. He pushed my legs back until they hit her shoulders and drove into her with a power she had never felt in her life.

“Does Jay have a cock like this?” Dinesh whispered, his voice full of dirty words. “Does Imran know how to stretch you until you scream? Tell me, Wrushali! Tell me no one else can drill you this deep!”

Uff! This honeymoon is full of surprises for me. I never expected my hubby to make me a slut. He fucked me like an animal. He exposed me to other men.
Once he filled my pussy with cum. He pushed his middle finger inside my pussy. Then he asked me to suck his middle finger, which I did.

I felt very high that night because of his dirty words and conversation about the two men, but soon he closed the curtain on my fantasy. “You are mine, Wrushali,” his voice was deep and hard. “I will never share with you. I will never let another man touch your pussy. I only wanted to tease those losers.”

I loved how Dinesh fucked me like a beast. But I still wanted to see other men watching me. The honeymoon was a big and beautiful surprise. But my hunger for cuckold or threesome started burning deep inside me.

Honeymoon was over, and we both went back to reality. Dinesh was very busy with his office work. That night, he came home late and went to sleep. I lay in the dark, but my body was aching. I kept thinking about how I teased Imran and Jay on the beach. I wanted to be shared with other men.

The next day, I went to the office. I felt a surge of heat when I saw my boyfriend. We had a secret affair for a long time while Dinesh was away in the USA for close to two years. We found a quiet corner where no one could see us.
“How was the honeymoon?” his eyes scanned my body. I told him everything. I told him how I looked into Imran’s eyes while Dinesh drilled me. Then, I told him about the beach.

“It was so hot,” I said, biting my lip. “Dinesh pushed me to my knees right on the sand. Imran and Jay were standing there, watching. I took my husband’s cock into my mouth in front of them. I was loud. And wet slurping noises on purpose. I wanted them to see every inch of it going into my throat.”

Boyfriend’s bulge was growing in his office trousers. “You really did that?” he asked, his voice shaking. “You let them watch you like a slut?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling a flash of lust. “I watched their hands tremble. I watched their pants get tight. They wanted to join in so badly. Dinesh says he will never share with me. I want a threesome. I want to be used while men watch.”

Boyfriend grabbed my waist, and his grip was hard. “If your husband won’t share you,” he whispered, “I will.” I felt a wave of wetness between my legs. The honeymoon was over, but my real games were beginning.

Dinesh was a good man. The way he had claimed during the honeymoon was more intense than anything I had ever felt. He wanted me all to himself. But I wanted to fulfil my fantasy that was raised by Dinesh. I felt a deep guilt in my heart.

But the hunger for the thrill of being watched was like a drug that I couldn’t quit. When I got home, Dinesh was already buried in his laptop. His face was tired from the office pressure. “I have a late-night call with the US team,” he said, barely looking up. “Don’t wait for me. Just eat and sleep.”

I felt a mix of sadness and opportunity. I walked over and kissed his forehead. I was acting the part of the supportive, tired wife. The next morning, I reached the office. My Boyfriend met in the pantry and said that he arranged a third person for my fantasy.

He told me that his friend is visiting Pune to spend time with him. He is from Jaipur. My Boyfriend told me that his friend got divorced recently. He has an erection problem. His wife left him, and for the past two years, he has been under pressure from his wife and the divorce.

It was good news for me. But I never thought my fantasy would be fulfilled in a week. I took a pause and did not reply to my Boyfriend. Later, I understood that I should complete this quickly because I was aware that I would be pregnant soon.

Dinesh fucked me like an animal in the Honeymoon, so I wanted to complete this fantasy before my pregnancy is official. I asked him if it was safe or not. But I trust him because I have been fucking with him for over a year, and he keeps our affair very secret.

So, I agreed with him and planned to meet him late this coming Friday evening.
I wore a saree. I told Dinesh that I had a “client dinner” and might be home late. It was a simple lie by me. I reached the office and met Boyfriend in the breakroom. “Is he there? Your friend from Jaipur?”

He said, “Yes. He’s ready to sit and watch. He knows the rules. He’s been through a hard divorce, and his body doesn’t work the way it used to.” I took a deep breath and felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff. The memory of Dinesh dick was still new.

But the idea of a stranger seeing my naked body makes me feel a different kind of fire. “Let’s do it in the evening,” I told my Boyfriend. “I want a stranger to see what Dinesh refuses to show anyone else. I want to be a slut for his eyes.”
My heart beat was very high as I climbed the stairs to my boyfriend’s flat.

I felt guilty for lying to my husband. But my pussy was throbbing with a wild, dirty hunger. When I walked inside, the room was dim. In the corner of the room, his friend sat. The man looked nervous, but he was handsome. He is 6 feet tall with a good body.

I felt very comfortable after seeing him. He looks very genuine and innocent.
“This is the man,” Boyfriend whispered into my ear. “He can’t get hard. But he wants to see every inch of you. He wants to watch us fuck.”

I looked straight at the stranger. A wave of heat flooded my body. I did not waste any time. I slowly reached for the pallu of the saree. I let it slide off my shoulder. I showed my heavy, round boobs pushing against my tight blouse. I saw the man swallow hard. His hands were shaking on his knees.

“Do you like my tits?” I asked him. He is still nervous, but I can see a lustful smile. “Do you want to see what my husband keeps hidden?” I did not wait for his response. I unhooked the blouse and let it fall. My nipples were hard and dark. I removed my petticoat, bra, and panties. I was completely naked.

I arched my back. Letting my big tits swing in front of the stranger’s face.
I looked into his eyes and saw the pure lust. He was suffering because he couldn’t touch. I loved it. My Boyfriend didn’t wait. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me down. “Suck it,” he commanded. “Show him what a mouthy slut you are.” I took Boyfriend’s dick head into my mouth. I was making loud, wet slurping noises. I stared at the man from Jaipur while I sucked. I wanted him to hear the spit.

I wanted him to see how my throat stretched. I was a total whore for his eyes.
Boyfriend pushed her onto the bed. His friend followed us to the bedroom. I spread my legs wide. “Look at this pussy,” I told his friend. “See how wet I am for you?”

Boyfriend drove his cock into my pussy with a punishing thrust. I screamed out. My voice echoed in the small room. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” I yelled. I looked at the stranger and saw him gasping for air. He was watching our sex.
“I’m a slut! I’m your office slut!” I moaned.

My hips were rising to meet every deep and dirty stroke. The stranger was inches away. His eyes fixed on the spot where the cock was disappearing into my pussy. I moaned dirtily like, “Dinesh is too busy with his office, but I’m here to be your slut.”

Boyfriend grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “You are a dirty wife, aren’t you?” he growled. I moaned loudly, “Yes! I’m a whore for your cock! Fuck me while he watches!”

Then he pushed her onto the kitchen platform. He shoved his thick dick into my pussy from behind. I screamed with joy. I watched the stranger’s face twist with lust. I was making loud, wet slurping noises. “Look at how he drills me!” I yelled at him.

“I want everyone to see how much I love taking a big dick!” I was talking very dirty by looking into his eyes. The poor guy was watching us. He was watching how my Boyfriend fucked me. Boyfriend was fucking me with a hard, punishing rhythm until I was shaking and covered in sweat.

When the fantasy was over, I hugged his friend nude. I felt dirty and powerful. I left the flat and drove home. My body is still tingling from Boyfriend’s heavy thrusts. I walked into the house, acting like the perfect wife. Dinesh was waiting for me in the bedroom. He looked at me with a strange, intense fire in his eyes.

“You’re late,” Dinesh said. He didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed my waist, tore my blouse, and removed my clothes. He threw me onto the bed and spread my legs wide. He didn’t know that I was fucked by my Boyfriend. I was scared that he could smell the other man.

But Dinesh was wild, drove into my pussy with a wild, animal force that made my bones ache. The thrill was massive. I lay there on the bed. I was taking my husband’s thick cock while my mind was still full of the stranger’s gaze. I was being drilled by my husband and felt like the world’s biggest slut.

“Oh, god, Dinesh! Yes!” I was living a double life, and the heat of it was making me go crazy with lust. He fucked me hard, but I was thrilled with that.
Dinesh had made me pregnant during that wild honeymoon. And now, after the delivery, my sexual hunger was higher than ever.

My boyfriend had moved away from Pune. I left alone with my dirty cravings.
I began to take huge risks. I went out and found different men. I tried everything. I even arranged a threesome with two men at once, hoping to feel that old cuckold thrill.

I wanted them to drill and talk dirty to her just like Dinesh and Boyfriend did.
But something was wrong. Even with their thick cocks and hard thrusts, I did not feel satisfied. The men were rough, and they made me moan. But the spark was missing.

I felt like a hungry animal that couldn’t find enough food. I felt empty inside.
Then, I met a woman. The encounter was a shock. For the first time, I tried being a lesbian. The woman’s touch was soft but intense. There were no hard cocks, just warm skin, wet tongues, and wandering hands.

The woman tasted me deeply, making slow, slurping noises between my legs. I arched my back and screamed. It was a different kind of heat, raw and emotional. I realised I was happier with the lesbian. The way the woman licked my nipples and used my fingers to stretch made me lose my mind.

I loved the soft curves and the high-pitched moans. I had spent so much time chasing men. But now I have found a new kind of slutty pleasure and am chasing bold lesbians.

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