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It was the beginning of their honeymoon, a warm Friday in May. The sun was setting as they arrived at their luxurious suite, a bottle of champagne on ice waiting for them. Gurleen looked stunning, wearing a revealing negligee that showcased her flawless body. Her husband, however, already felt nervous and insecure, knowing that this trip might not go as he imagined.
They clinked their glasses together and drank, the bubbles dancing on their tongues. As the champagne tickled down to their stomachs, a warm fuzzy feeling spread through their bodies. They kissed, softly at first, but soon the passion ignited and their tongues duelled, tasting the sweet drink on each other's breath.
Gurleen's hands roamed her husband's body, but he flinched as her hand reached for his crotch. She noticed his hesitation and a mischievous smile played on her lips. "I've been looking forward to this honeymoon," she purred. "I have a little surprise for you." Intrigued, yet nervous, he waited for her to continue.
She produced a silk blindfold and tied it gently over his eyes, kissing him deeply afterwards. "Trust me," she whispered. "You're going to love this." Obeying her wishes, he relaxed into the sensation of being blindfolded, the anticipation building.
Then, he heard it: the quiet sound of the suite door opening and closing. Gentle footsteps approached, and a familiar male cologne filled the air. His heart sank as he realized it wasn't just the two of them anymore. "Surprise," Gurleen whispered. "You remember Rahul, don't you?"
Rahul, Gurleen's ex, stood before them, a smirk on his face. "Long time no see," he said, looking directly at Gurleen's husband. "I understand you're on your honeymoon. How generous of you to invite me along." The husband felt a surge of humiliation, realizing that this was Gurleen's plan all along.
Rahul wasted no time, stripping off his shirt to reveal a toned upper body. He stepped closer, and Gurleen immediately went to him, her hands roaming over his chest. The husband could do nothing but listen and imagine the scene unfolding before him.
"You still work out, I see," Gurleen purred. "Let's see if you can satisfy me like you used to." Rahul's hands slid over her body, cupping her breasts as he kissed her passionately. The husband heard the noises they were making, and his stomach churned with jealousy and excitement.
Then, Rahul spoke directly to him. "You ready for this, buddy? You're about to watch your wife take my cock like she used to." The humiliation burned through him, but he was powerless to stop it. This was Gurleen's fantasy, and he was along for the ride, a voyeur to their passion.
Gurleen giggled devilishly. "Yes, Rahul, fuck me. But first, I want to taste you." She knelt before him and slowly undid his belt, the husband listening to the soft sounds of his wife preparing to pleasure another man.
Rahul sighed as Gurleen took his length into her mouth, the wet sounds filling the room. "Oh yes, Gurleen," he groaned. "You always were the best cock sucker." The husband felt his own cock twitch at the sounds, his jealousy mixed with raw arousal.
Gurleen worked her magic, taking Rahul's length deep into her throat, then pulling back to lick and tease his engorged head. "That's it, take it all," Rahul urged. "You know how much I love your mouth." The husband imagined the scene, his beautiful wife on her knees, lips wrapped around Rahul's thick cock.
As the oral pleasure continued, Rahul grew impatient. "Your turn now, Gurleen. I want to feel that tight pussy." With that, he lifted Gurleen to her feet and laid her gently on the bed. The husband could hear the soft rustle of the sheets and the shift of the mattress as his wife positioned herself for Rahul's cock.
"Fuck me hard, Rahul," Gurleen begged. "Give it to me just like you used to." Rahul obliged, pushing inside her slowly, filling her with his thickness. Gurleen moaned loudly, a combination of pleasure and discomfort, and the husband's imagination ran wild, picturing Rahul's cock stretching his wife's pussy.
Rahul began to thrust, his hips slamming against Gurleen's. "Oh yes," she cried. "Right there, right there! Just like you used to do it!" The bed creaked with the force of their passion, and the husband listened to the wet, slick sounds of their fucking, the noises his wife made as another man pleasured her.
"You like that, don't you?" Rahul taunted the husband. "Hearing your wife get fucked by another man? Watching her take my cock?" The humiliation was almost too much, but the husband was transfixed, unable to do anything but listen and imagine.
Gurleen's cries filled the room as she approached her climax. "Oh Rahul, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, right there!" Her moans were music to the husband's ears, even as he felt the sting of humiliation. He realized he was rock hard, his cock throbbing with longing as he listened to his wife's pleasure.
Rahul grunted as he reached his own peak. "Here it comes, Gurleen! Take my load!" The husband heard Rahul's sharp intake of breath as he climaxed, followed by Gurleen's satisfied moans as she felt him fill her. "Oh yes," she purred. "Just like I remembered."
As their breathing slowed, Rahul withdrew from Gurleen, and the husband could picture the sight of his wife, spent and satisfied, her pussy leaking with Rahul's cum. "That was incredible, Gurleen," Rahul said. "But now, I want to see you suck your husband's cock while my cum is still inside you."
The husband felt his blindfold being removed, and his eyes adjusted to the soft light of the room. There stood Rahul, his cock semi-erect, and Gurleen, her face and body glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. She crawled over to him, a sultry smile on her face.
"Suck my cock, Gurleen," the husband urged, his jealousy and humiliation transforming into pure desire. He needed to feel her mouth on him, to reclaim her. Gurleen smiled wickedly and positioned herself between his legs, taking his throbbing length into her mouth.
The sensation was incredible, made even more so by the knowledge that another man's cum was still inside her. He looked down at her, seeing the mixture of Rahul's and her own juices slicking her body, and felt his desire peak. "That's it," he groaned. "Suck me dry."
Gurleen worked her magic, deep-throating him, then pulling back to lick and tease his sensitive head. The husband felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. "I'm close," he warned. "I'm gonna cum, baby."
Gurleen pulled back, stroking his length as she spoke. "I want you to cum on my face," she said. "Coat me with your cum while I taste Rahul inside my mouth." Her words sent him over the edge, and with a sharp cry, he unleashed his load, spraying her face and mouth with his warm seed.
As his climax subsided, Gurleen licked her lips, tasting the mixture of her husband's and Rahul's cum. "Happy honeymoon," she purred, a devilish glint in her eye. The husband, still reeling from the intense orgasm, felt a mix of emotions: humiliation, jealousy, and overwhelming desire for his wife. He knew that this was just the beginning of a very memorable honeymoon.
They clinked their glasses together and drank, the bubbles dancing on their tongues. As the champagne tickled down to their stomachs, a warm fuzzy feeling spread through their bodies. They kissed, softly at first, but soon the passion ignited and their tongues duelled, tasting the sweet drink on each other's breath.
Gurleen's hands roamed her husband's body, but he flinched as her hand reached for his crotch. She noticed his hesitation and a mischievous smile played on her lips. "I've been looking forward to this honeymoon," she purred. "I have a little surprise for you." Intrigued, yet nervous, he waited for her to continue.
She produced a silk blindfold and tied it gently over his eyes, kissing him deeply afterwards. "Trust me," she whispered. "You're going to love this." Obeying her wishes, he relaxed into the sensation of being blindfolded, the anticipation building.
Then, he heard it: the quiet sound of the suite door opening and closing. Gentle footsteps approached, and a familiar male cologne filled the air. His heart sank as he realized it wasn't just the two of them anymore. "Surprise," Gurleen whispered. "You remember Rahul, don't you?"
Rahul, Gurleen's ex, stood before them, a smirk on his face. "Long time no see," he said, looking directly at Gurleen's husband. "I understand you're on your honeymoon. How generous of you to invite me along." The husband felt a surge of humiliation, realizing that this was Gurleen's plan all along.
Rahul wasted no time, stripping off his shirt to reveal a toned upper body. He stepped closer, and Gurleen immediately went to him, her hands roaming over his chest. The husband could do nothing but listen and imagine the scene unfolding before him.
"You still work out, I see," Gurleen purred. "Let's see if you can satisfy me like you used to." Rahul's hands slid over her body, cupping her breasts as he kissed her passionately. The husband heard the noises they were making, and his stomach churned with jealousy and excitement.
Then, Rahul spoke directly to him. "You ready for this, buddy? You're about to watch your wife take my cock like she used to." The humiliation burned through him, but he was powerless to stop it. This was Gurleen's fantasy, and he was along for the ride, a voyeur to their passion.
Gurleen giggled devilishly. "Yes, Rahul, fuck me. But first, I want to taste you." She knelt before him and slowly undid his belt, the husband listening to the soft sounds of his wife preparing to pleasure another man.
Rahul sighed as Gurleen took his length into her mouth, the wet sounds filling the room. "Oh yes, Gurleen," he groaned. "You always were the best cock sucker." The husband felt his own cock twitch at the sounds, his jealousy mixed with raw arousal.
Gurleen worked her magic, taking Rahul's length deep into her throat, then pulling back to lick and tease his engorged head. "That's it, take it all," Rahul urged. "You know how much I love your mouth." The husband imagined the scene, his beautiful wife on her knees, lips wrapped around Rahul's thick cock.
As the oral pleasure continued, Rahul grew impatient. "Your turn now, Gurleen. I want to feel that tight pussy." With that, he lifted Gurleen to her feet and laid her gently on the bed. The husband could hear the soft rustle of the sheets and the shift of the mattress as his wife positioned herself for Rahul's cock.
"Fuck me hard, Rahul," Gurleen begged. "Give it to me just like you used to." Rahul obliged, pushing inside her slowly, filling her with his thickness. Gurleen moaned loudly, a combination of pleasure and discomfort, and the husband's imagination ran wild, picturing Rahul's cock stretching his wife's pussy.
Rahul began to thrust, his hips slamming against Gurleen's. "Oh yes," she cried. "Right there, right there! Just like you used to do it!" The bed creaked with the force of their passion, and the husband listened to the wet, slick sounds of their fucking, the noises his wife made as another man pleasured her.
"You like that, don't you?" Rahul taunted the husband. "Hearing your wife get fucked by another man? Watching her take my cock?" The humiliation was almost too much, but the husband was transfixed, unable to do anything but listen and imagine.
Gurleen's cries filled the room as she approached her climax. "Oh Rahul, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, right there!" Her moans were music to the husband's ears, even as he felt the sting of humiliation. He realized he was rock hard, his cock throbbing with longing as he listened to his wife's pleasure.
Rahul grunted as he reached his own peak. "Here it comes, Gurleen! Take my load!" The husband heard Rahul's sharp intake of breath as he climaxed, followed by Gurleen's satisfied moans as she felt him fill her. "Oh yes," she purred. "Just like I remembered."
As their breathing slowed, Rahul withdrew from Gurleen, and the husband could picture the sight of his wife, spent and satisfied, her pussy leaking with Rahul's cum. "That was incredible, Gurleen," Rahul said. "But now, I want to see you suck your husband's cock while my cum is still inside you."
The husband felt his blindfold being removed, and his eyes adjusted to the soft light of the room. There stood Rahul, his cock semi-erect, and Gurleen, her face and body glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. She crawled over to him, a sultry smile on her face.
"Suck my cock, Gurleen," the husband urged, his jealousy and humiliation transforming into pure desire. He needed to feel her mouth on him, to reclaim her. Gurleen smiled wickedly and positioned herself between his legs, taking his throbbing length into her mouth.
The sensation was incredible, made even more so by the knowledge that another man's cum was still inside her. He looked down at her, seeing the mixture of Rahul's and her own juices slicking her body, and felt his desire peak. "That's it," he groaned. "Suck me dry."
Gurleen worked her magic, deep-throating him, then pulling back to lick and tease his sensitive head. The husband felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. "I'm close," he warned. "I'm gonna cum, baby."
Gurleen pulled back, stroking his length as she spoke. "I want you to cum on my face," she said. "Coat me with your cum while I taste Rahul inside my mouth." Her words sent him over the edge, and with a sharp cry, he unleashed his load, spraying her face and mouth with his warm seed.
As his climax subsided, Gurleen licked her lips, tasting the mixture of her husband's and Rahul's cum. "Happy honeymoon," she purred, a devilish glint in her eye. The husband, still reeling from the intense orgasm, felt a mix of emotions: humiliation, jealousy, and overwhelming desire for his wife. He knew that this was just the beginning of a very memorable honeymoon.
