This story is entirely based on my honeymoon phase of life.
This story is entirely based on my honeymoon phase of life.
When I first stepped on the plane, I was astonished to see V enter the aircraft because I hadn’t seen him at the airport. He was conveniently seated next to me while my spouse occupied a different seat. The entire flight, V and I were together. Going on a honeymoon with V was one of the best decisions Avi has ever made, and I was astounded to see him as I got ready to be with Avi.
Me and V held hands throughout the flight and continued to play with one another’s genitals whenever we had a chance, just as a normal couple would. Although he appeared to be dozing off, the gentleman seated next to us was actually seeing us perform this, and it made me feel incredibly sexy. The gentleman sitting next to us was observing my hand as I was gripping V’s dick over his pants. He was becoming horny from it.
It was a lengthy flight because we were travelling to a distant country. When we landed, our driver was there to greet us, and the three of us headed to the hotel. When we checked in, it was a great and upscale hotel. While I and V were given the honeymoon suite, my husband was given another room. We went out for some city exploration after taking some time to recharge. We went to a temple first; we were in Bali; then we had lunch at a restaurant; and then we went hiking. We had a tonne of fun and thought it was fantastic.
We arrived at our hotel in the evening with our dinner prepared. After eating, we went to our room, where Avi also came in. He obliged when V urged him to strip off everything, and after doing so, V forced him to suck his dick while bending over. On a tiny table, I was seated and observing them as they did this. I was shortly told to ride on his dick after he became hard. I swiftly stripped off everything I was wearing, sat on V’s lap, and gradually put my weight on his dick. Avi was constantly licking us both while we were having sex, which made it quite provocative.
I began riding him, and he soon began playing with my breasts. Soon, we both experienced orgasms, and I once again squirted liquid all over Avi’s face. I felt bad for him. I wasn’t aware of it at the moment because I was too horny, but once I sat down, I realised what I had done to Avi, and I apologized. When I was overly horny, I always forgot about him.
After that, V commanded Avi to clean my pussy as well after having him suck his dickey clean. He rapidly cleaned V before turning his attention to me. I began forcing the contents of my pussy out while spreading my legs. He was licking everything. He had a strong commitment to it. When he was finished, V made him change into my clothing and sent him to his room. I assured Avi that it’s okay if he chooses not to participate. I was shocked, though, when Avi actually began to wear my skirt. The top was too tight for him, so he left the buttons undone and went to his room without any underwear. I was certain that someone in security or someone who monitors the video would see him do this because it was about two rooms to the right. For him, I was feeling humiliated. But he was ecstatic to carry it out. When V instructed him to wear my clothes, I could see the light in his eyes. I was beginning to see what a sissy he truly is.
I yelled “good night” as I saw him walk into his room. He said, “You too,” and then he shut the door. I entered our room after seeing the two cameras pointed at both his and ours.
V was waiting for me when I closed the door, and as soon as I did, he grabbed me and led me to a chair. After calling my name once more, he instructed me to put one leg through the opening between the chair’s armrest and back. He then grabbed my second leg and forced it through the opposite side, forcing me to perform splits. He then pushed me forward by my back, trapping me and giving him a clear view of both my pussy and my asshole.
He began to rub his dick on my pussy and then pushed it in. He then fucked me for 10 to 15 minutes before releasing me. He then forced me to lean against the wall and lifted my leg. Once more in splits, he stroked my pussy with his other hand before slapping it. I shook and felt shaken, and I got horny as a result. He continued to slap my pussy after that and got more and more aggressive. I was experiencing extreme pleasure, and I started to have orgasms. He continued to drive his dick into my pussy at that point, fucked me for a while, then cummed in my pussy.
He reached out and grabbed all the coffee, forced it into my mouth, and forced me to drink it. I was taken aback by the flavor. I adored it. I was becoming more and more obedient to him as he kept roughhousing me. He slapped my pussy, and I really like the sensation. We then went to sleep.
The following morning, he woke me up, forced me to clean myself up, led me to the window, pressed my face up against it, ran his dick over my pussy, and began to ram it in. He came at me hard and quickly, and the thrusts were amazing. He forced me to lick the floor after I squirted liquid all over it. Despite being completely embarrassed, I tried my best. I was all for him now that I was his bitch.
I agreed to take my rightful position in his heart. Avi then arrived. V instructed me to invite him inside while still being completely naked. He told Avi to remove his clothing and lick his dick after I complied with his instructions.
After he finished sucking, he forced Avi to assume the dog posture while forcing me to lie on the ground in front of him. then told him to suck my pussy, at which point he began to fuck Avi. He wasn’t using any lube, only his saliva. However, Avi didn’t need it because he was so carefree. He came in his ass after fucking him for a while. He instructed him to keep the cum in his ass all day, and if it wasn’t there when he checked it at night, he would punish him.
My pussy is where I’m supposed to keep my underwear. I had no idea it was even possible, so hearing it astounded me. He started to push one of my pants into my pussy after lifting up one of my legs. It was dry, so he went to the bathroom to wet it, came back, and pushed the panty all the way in while leaving about an inch outside for safety.
It kept my vagina almost dry and sucked up all of my pussyjuice, which made me uncomfortable. I couldn’t walk, and every time I sat or moved my legs, I experienced pain in my vagina. I was getting hot, but it was also difficult to control.
After getting ready, we went out for brunch. Avi consumed very little food, and I attempted to drink a lot less water. I simply drank when it was required. After brunch, we enjoyed ourselves at the beach, went shopping, and then toured some cool local spots.
When we arrived at our hotel in the evening, I saw some staff members glancing at my companions and me, but we didn’t pay them much attention. After eating dinner, we headed to our room.
V told me to strip after entering our room, and then he instructed me to spread my legs. He began to carefully pull out the pants, which caused me to have an orgasm, shoot all over the bed, and start to shake. Then it will be my husband’s turn.
When my husband was completely undressed, V approached him, pulled his dick out of his pants, forced my husband to bend down, and began pushing his dick into my husband’s ass. It was seductive and intriguing, but I resisted the urge. V put it in after spitting on his behind. As soon as I noticed Avi’s peculiar facial expressions, I knew this would be disgusting.
I suggested placing something on the bed to keep it tidy, but there was nothing to do, so V held Avi tightly and instructed him to go to the bathroom gently. He forced Avi to get on all fours and then began aggressively fucking him as we both followed them into the bathroom. I could see that Avi was thoroughly enjoying himself by the look on his face as V rammed his ass. Avi cummed all over and had an entirely erect dick. When I witnessed Avi shoot his load onto the ground, he didn’t even bat an eye.
When V was done, he cummed ferociously, pulled out his dick, and Avi shat all over. The smell was deadly, and I noticed that the cumin was thoroughly combined with the feces. I wanted to go because the odour was so disgusting, but my stimulating body kept me there, and I didn’t budge. V then instructed him to pick up the poop and flush it. He did it, in my view. Then V forced him to stay with his ass up and face down while in the shower. He urged him to wash his ass as he went behind his back and began to urinate on it.
Then V told me to enter the shower and commanded me to urinate on him. I was repulsed, but I persisted. When I looked at Avi, he appeared to be having fun. I opened my sore lips and began to urinate as much as I could. V then led the two of us to the bathroom, asked me to poop, and when I was done, he told Avi to lick and wipe my ass. It was the most embarrassing story a person could ever hear. It was quite embarrassing. That was beyond my capacity to understand. After I finished, V grabbed my shoulder, started tormenting me, and forced me to sit facing the toilet. He then forced me to elevate my ass, and Avi immediately began to lick my asshole.
He was enjoying it and did it with great intensity. He tried his best, but despite trying really hard, he was unable to get his tongue in my ear. After that, Avi urged both of us to clean ourselves in the shower. He didn’t touch us when he stood next to us. I thoroughly scrubbed my ass before beginning to wash the rest of my body. Avi began washing his entire body after washing his ass. V took a towel as soon as we were finished, gave it to us, and then took another for himself. Avi and I left the bathroom naked and shared a towel.
V instructed Avi to put on my skirt and return to his room once more. Return the garment he wore yesterday, too. I noticed his dick swaying beneath the skirt he was wearing. He walked straight to his room and brought the skirt he wore yesterday because he was still indifferent. and then resumed sleeping.
After that, we simply fell asleep since we were exhausted.
The most thrilling and daring day was the one after that. I believed that I had a surprise in store because Avi and V had talked the day before while we were out. I had been right all along.
I consequently woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I licked it all with my fingers after realising it was V’s cough. Then he dressed me and forced me to wear a red saree that he already had in his bag. When I saw this stunning red saree, I was astounded. It was quite sexy. And the blouse was so tight that it was almost transparent. I was completely free to wear whatever he wanted because we weren’t in India. Avi came and assisted me with my makeup after helping me put that on.
I asked him why I had to wear this and do my makeup, and he responded that it was a surprise that I would enjoy for the rest of my life. At this point, my exhilaration was at an all-time high. once everyone was prepared. We hastily hurried and descended from our hotel, where a taxi was waiting for us.
I was completely unaware of our destination and our activities. After travelling for almost an hour, we arrived at a temple. We entered the Indian temple, where a pandit was also present. V then pulled a mangalsutra out of his pocket and showed it to me. He then got down on one knee and proposed to me after pulling a tiny box out of his pocket. I was shocked and in astonishment. I was furious. No one can replace me as my husband’s, let alone his, yet I noticed that Avi was becoming more excited than I was. I wondered if I had made a mistake here. I simply ordered him to rise up and removed him from the temple without responding with a yes or no. When I questioned him about what the hell it was, they both exchanged glances and said it was Avi’s idea, and he wanted V to be the man of the house. I anticipated it, but I didn’t want a different husband. I informed them that V had no rivalry with him and that I solely loved Avi. My only husband is named Avi. They mentioned that V is my second husband and wants to be my boyfriend permanently, as their attitude entirely changed. It’s only a brief ceremony to make you feel happy and have fun; it’s not a marriage in the traditional sense. I still couldn’t understand it. Avi led me to a corner and declared that although V is also my husband, he will only care for me sexually. He is not more than that.
And this will only be a secret between the three of us; no one else will be aware that I have two husbands.
I wanted to cry, but I had no idea what to do because I secretly enjoyed the notion. I wanted to get married, but I didn’t want Avi to leave. People who had seen us when V proposed were still present when I said yes and wiped away my tears. When I went back and said yes, they all cheered. It was a good time, and I was feeling happier as a result. I also noticed V’s smile. It will never be forgotten.He didn’t want to cause a scene, so he waited for the crowd to disperse before removing Avi’s ring. With Avi’s assistance, he also pulled his mangalsutra from my neck. I was embarrassed, but I really enjoyed it.
Avi and V had long planned for the pandit to be waiting for us when we returned to the temple, so V put his ring on my finger. The pandit made us sit and perform the entire puja. After completing everything, he wrapped his mangalsutra around my neck. In barely two weeks, I was once again married. We did saat phere, and after that, we were married. We also had a few other folks who wanted to congratulate us as Avi was flinging the rice and celebrating.
Then, after praying to God for a successful life and receiving ashirwad from Panditji, we left for the hotel. We were on our way when I noticed V was lost in thought and neither happy nor sad. I assumed he was upset that I hadn’t accepted him the first time. I felt guilty because they had already made plans and were each considering it from a different angle. I was considering the situation from a different angle, considering how difficult it would be for me to be the wife of both of them and what would happen to Avi. My mind was a complete mess, and I was unable to think clearly.
When we got to our hotel, I immediately noticed that the bed and room were both beautifully decked with flowers. I was speechless. It was fantastic; I adored it. V responded that it wasn’t our marriage, it was Avi and my marriage when I questioned whether or not our first night had already ended. This time, we were married, and it will be our first night together. Making this happen made me very happy. We shut our door as Avi went to his room. I questioned V on how he managed to persuade the hotel workers to carry out this action. He made this happen while we were abroad; it was unreal.
He pulled my saree completely off, grabbed me by the waist, threw the flowers off the bed, and pushed me into it. He leaped onto the bed, piled himself on top of me, and began to virtually cut off my boobs with his teeth. It was the first time I had ever moaned out loud in agony without being afraid. My sensitive tits and the ache in my nipples were causing me to become aroused. V then took hold of my hair, had me turn around, and lifted my arse up. He stripped off and kept me in position by placing his feet on my face. Then he grabbed my pussy and pushed his dick into it. He gave me a harsh spanking, which made me feel aroused.
I had never experienced this before, but I had seen it in porn, and now that I was experiencing it, it was quite different. It was giving me such great joy. He then quickly and violently fucked me before stopping as I got close. I was so aroused that I began pleading with him to fuck me. He was squeezing my boobs and holding my hair tightly while his dick was straight in line with my pussy. Even when I pleaded, he refused to fuck me. He left me in that position and walked to the bedside to get some oil from the table. and then leaped back into place. He massaged me while spreading my butt. I wanted him in right away since I was horny. I kept pleading with him to just do it. He has other ideas, too. He touched my asshole.
When he asked me if I was a bitch, I shrieked V’s. When he inquired who my spouse was, I said, “V.” When he inquired as to who my owner was, I responded with V. When he then inquired as to who my master was, I once more responded with V. He was everything to me, and he had me for good with just sex. At that precise moment, my only thought was his dick.
He quickly entered his one finger after beginning to fiddle with the aperture of my ass. It was small and wouldn’t expand enough to fit his dick. So he began massaging my asshole and gradually pushed another finger in there, then another, until eventually all four of his were in there. I was experiencing extreme pleasure since I was in heaven. He excelled at it. In a matter of minutes, he opened up my ass. He fingerfucked me and then shoved his oiled dick into my ass after finishing. He entered and stuffed up my ass with his dick. I was satisfied and aware that the most challenging portion was over. After getting in, he began fucking me and soon added inches one at a time till eventually his entire dick was balls deep in my ass. He was becoming rougher and rougher, banging his balls on my pussy. He rapidly cummed in my ass as I was edging ever-closer to orgasm. I experienced a powerful, shaky orgasm. I urinated with every push he gave me. My puss began to drip urine in time with his push. I couldn’t regulate my body’s behaviour since it was acting strangely.
I identified myself as V’s whore when he inquired whose whore I was. He completely won me over. He absolutely took control of me; I was now his.
I slowly dozed off and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up an hour or so later to find him again sucking my ass. I questioned him, and he replied, “Just draining my balls in my cum dumpster.” I made myself really horny, and when he got the hint, he started rough-fucking me. He left me on the bed, trembling. I had cramps, couldn’t walk, and needed to poop badly. When I finally sat on the toilet, I almost passed out. My asshole was very painful when I eventually sat down on the toilet. My asshole felt as though it were on fire. Even though it hurt, I managed to finish it in a flash. I poop in a matter of seconds because of how huge my hole is now.
I began to exit the bathroom after washing my ass, and every time I moved, I farted. It was both humorous and not funny. Every time I did something and applied even the slightest amount of pressure to my body, a fart would skip out of my ass. I sat. He literally screwed my ass up, and it was embarrassing.
Every time I pooped, I began to squirt. It’s all happening automatically. Any time I get smacked or treated poorly, my body starts to warm up, and I become aroused. Every time I receive a cream pie, I get chills.
I had already come to adore this life and my new husband. After that night, the following day we visited a well-known tourist attraction and did a lot of exploring. By that time, I was still farting a lot. Since I hadn’t spent much time with Avi, I was Mainky with him. I wanted to spend some time with him since I felt horrible. Avi was shoving me in the direction of V, who didn’t want me. Avi was interested in seeing me join him. I then began to hold V’s hand whenever I moved. I had no other options. I was feeling depressed since I thought Avi would leave me in a few days based on his behaviour toward me.
However, I also enjoyed V’s companionship and his care for me when I was not in bed. He looked out for my safety, my health, my happiness, and the realisation of all my dreams. I recently began to adore V more. Avi gradually pushed me farther away. After exploring all day, Avi joined us as we headed to our hotel. V gave him a strong ass fuck, and he arrived right away. He was ready to strike as soon as he shoved his dick inside his ass. Avi immediately began cumming wildly. Avi has now also begun to apply lipstick. He was living the life he wanted, so it was fine for him. He dressed and performed certain ladylike activities, such as talking and walking.
I made them both talk about me that night and inquired what they thought of me before Avi went to his room. Because I was still upset about his previous behavior, I asked Avi if he wanted to leave me. He claimed that all he wanted to see was me and my brand-new spouse having fun together. He claimed to be a sissy and that he wants to goon watch us both. I had no idea what the word “gooning” meant, but after he explained it to me, I understood what he was getting at.
He is a goon who fantasised about me and V having sex for hours on end. He is a sissy who wanted to be a woman. Now that he was open again, he explained everything to me, which made things easy. I apologize; I was simply thinking too much about him.
I went to V after that, and he declared his love for me and his joy at having me as his wife. Then he continued, “I realise it’s all a lie and just for fun, but I honestly believe it,” adding that he would treat me like a real wife. He claimed it was an agreement to keep everything between the three of us and that the ring and mangalsutra on my body belonged to him alone. He is my man and the one who applied the sindhoor to my forehead. To me today, Avi resembles a woman more.
After that, I opened up about how much I loved Avi, but since he couldn’t accept it, I was now feeling the same way about V. I’ll be devoted to him and available for him at all times. I took all 7 vows that are spoken during a wedding, including the new one that I would be his bitch and his wife and would do everything for him. V gave me a startled expression as I once again accepted everything. He was so overjoyed that he was only capable of expressing shock. He was enthusiastic about our future together, and we hugged.
I felt bad for Avi as he sat there and stared at us, but it’s what he wants, what he deserves, and what he is interested in. Although I am still only his wife legally, I am V’s wife emotionally. My spouse, Avi, is a sissy and can’t handle me, yet he is my husband. He just wasn’t a man enough to fuck me, even though I was a lovely girl who could be a terrific whore if treated well. He is a sissy; his dick only becomes erected while being fucked or while pooping.
Once he had me, V and I had some incredible, intense sex, and then we both fell asleep while Avi went to his bed. This continued for a few days, and I was continuously getting fucked. Avi didn’t get close to me. He was just like a girl, and he worshipped my husband V while simultaneously getting fucked. Now, we were both his property.
V and I spent the entire day and night in our rooms on the last day. In every way imaginable, he fucked me. He fucked me while I was chatting with my parents, while I was pooping in the toilet, while I was on the floor, and while I was in the toilet. I was really exhausted from the day’s activities when he fucked me.
It was the nicest experience I could have ever had when we departed from our hotel. It was the best because it was fantastic, spectacular, pleasurable, and orgasmic.
I sat with Avi and snapped a photo once we boarded our flight, then I proceeded to sit with V because that seat was reserved. If my parents or anyone else had suspicions, I could have presented some evidence. I noticed that my in-laws were waiting to pick us up when we arrived in India. V made sure his face was covered and that he was by himself in the back because they knew him from our wedding. Me and Avi went in front together. It was the only effective option to escape this predicament.
Then we returned home. Avi and I pretended to be a typical couple, having regular little arguments, kisses, and even hugs, but we never touched when we lived together. It only applies to V.
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