They left the room, and we were doing normal things in our room. At around 11, Asha was sitting in the bed was checking her mobile. She was smiling, and her finger was moving over her shaved pussy.
Me, “You are looking in a very romantic mood. What are you watching?”
Asha gave a big smile and said, “Just chatting.”
Me, “Who is that special, to whom you are replying with that smile? Your fingers are moving over your pussy.”
Asha, “Don’t think much. He is just a student of mine.”
Me (with surprise), “Who? What he sent?”
Asha, “He just commented on my new profile pic.”
Me, “He is just a student. Is there something going on in your mind, no? Don’t do it with a college-going guy. You can’t rely on boys of the present generation.”
Asha, “Not like that, he is a very good student, topper of his class. When I usually changed my profile pics, he normally used to comment ‘beautiful pic’ or ‘looking beautiful ma’am.’ I used to reply thank you, and that’s all. But for the past few days, when I changed my dp, he commented, ‘looking gorgeous.’ And look here, today when I changed my dp, he wrote this. Asha showed her messages.”
Whatsapp messages,
Anirban, “You look gorgeous, ma’am.”
Asha, “Thank you.”
Anirban, “You look so fresh, beautiful.”
Asha, “Thank you.”
Anirban, “You look super gorgeous in this dress. You should wear such dresses more.”
Asha, “I do, but not in college. Hahaha.”
Anirban, “My bad luck. I want to see you like this.”
Asha, “Maybe someday.”
Anirban, “In college trip.”
Asha, “No.”
Anirban, “So sad.”
Asha, “Why sad?”
Anirban, “You are the most beautiful teacher of ours. Just wanted to see you in these type of dresses.”
Asha, “You focus on your studies.”
Anirban, “Ma’am, waiting desperately to the start of college.”
Asha, “Oh, very studious.”
Anirban, “No, just missing my favorite professor.”
Asha, “Enjoy holidays with your family. When your college starts, then you will miss your family.”
Anirban, “When I am in the class of my Asha ma’am, I don’t miss anyone, and when I am not in class, I miss my Asha ma’am.”
Asha, “You have done enough appreciation for the day. Bye.”
Anirban, “Miss you, ma’am. Bye, have a nice day.”
Me, “He was flirting with you. The way you were moving your fingers over your pussy while chatting with him tells that you were also enjoying.”
Asha, “He and his friends always roam around me to ask one thing or other.”
Me, “Are they not good in studies?”
Asha, “All are very good, and this boy is the topper of his class. They roam around me to impress me.”
Me, “Impress you or to get close to you.”
Asha (smiling), “Maybe you are right.”
Me, “Your smile is also telling like that.”
Asha (with her shy smile), “Yes, they are good boys.”
Me, “Did they flirt with you in college also?”
Asha, “Sometimes.”
Me, “And you didn’t stop them ever?”
Asha (smiling) said, “They are good students, and they don’t use any bad language.”
Me, “The way you are defending their every step, I am feeling something else.”
Asha (with her kinky smile) said, “No. It’s not like that,” and changed the topic.
But the glow in her face while all that conversation made it clear that she did not deny any future possibilities. While lying on the bed, I thought, how can she be so open to her students. The only thing that came to my mind was that she was excited to get fucked by her students.
I felt a little bad, but I knew I couldn’t stop her from doing so. She was lying beside me with closed eyes with her fingers still moving her pussy. I removed my shorts, tumbled over her, and pushed my dick inside her pussy. Asha opened her eyes, smiled, and said, “I was feeling for the same.”
She lifted her legs, and I fucked her. After releasing my sperm inside her, I asked, “You feeling good now.”
Asha (smilingly), “A little bit.”
Me, “My always unsatisfied wife.” I looked here and there and said, “I think you can ask Farooq about your clothes.”
Asha knowing my indication gave me a naughty smile and replied, “That is a good idea.” She called reception and asked for clothes.
Farooq, “I will find out that, but why are you asking for clothes? They hide your beauty.”
Asha (laughed), “Not for wearing, just for packing.”
After 2-3 minutes, Farooq called and told me that it would take at least half an hour more. Asha went to the bathroom and cleaned her up. I can see her eagerness. After almost 40 minutes, a car arrived in front of the resort.
Asha ran nude towards the window. It was Hari, Farooq came out, and they picked two bags out. These were our clothes.
Asha (with joy), “Our clothes are back.”
Me, “So much happiness, is it for clothes or for the guys that will bring clothes in.”
Asha gave me a naughty look, “What do you think.”
Me, “I think it’s for the guys who will now come in.”
Asha gave just a smile instead of an answer. She was moving here and there in the room and looked at herself in the mirror many times. Within the next 5 minutes, the doorbell rang.
I have never seen the level of excitement in anyone’s face as I saw in Asha’s face on that day. She pulled her pussy lips a little out and opened the door. Both Hari and Farooq came in.
Hari, “All your clothes are pressed.”
As they kept the bags on the table, Asha bent towards the table to open the package. Hari, standing behind Asha, looked towards me, smiled. He removed his t-shirt, unzipped his pants, took out his black dick. He grabbed Asha’s boobs from behind.
Before Asha could say anything, Hari said, “You can check them later. Let’s have fun.”
Asha, “Wait.” Before Asha could say more, Hari pushed his fully erect dick slowly inside Asha’s pussy.
Asha, “I think you are not going to stop, but my pussy is not ready yet. First, make it ready.”
Hari laughed and said, “After a few strokes, it will be ready.”
Asha was showing little anger, “I didn’t expect you to go the hard way.”
Hari pulled her dick out and said, “Then how?”
Asha asked him to lick her pussy. While Asha was standing with her legs open, Hari sat down and started licking her pussy. Asha looked towards Farooq and said, “You are also looking for your turn.” Farooq smiled.
Asha then indicated towards her asshole and said, “You can enjoy my better hole.” Within a second, Farooq was on his knees licking her asshole. Asha grabbed the heads of both of them with her hands and said, “Go deep.”
Farooq opened my Asha’s ass cheeks wide and started licking deep inside Asha’s butthole. With tongues deep inside both her holes, Asha’s loud moans filled the room. As Asha’s precum flowed in Hari’s mouth, he indicated to Farooq that my wife was ready to be fucked.
But as they tried to stop the licking, Asha held their heads more tightly and shouted, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” They again started licking her hard. Within the next 2 minutes, her legs started shaking, her grips loosened. Her love juices came flowing out of her pussy to Hari’s mouth.
Asha turned towards Farooq, placed her leaking pussy over his mouth, and said, “You deserve my love juices more.” Then Asha went to her bed.
Asha, “Now I want to know that can you make me release my love juices again. It depends on your stamina and technique.”
Hari and Farooq looked towards each other and said in Malayalam, ” Let’s fuck her in both her holes and she will cum.”
Hari, “If we make you cum again, then what will you give us.”
Asha, “What more can a girl give more than what I am giving? You want money, but girls are paid money for this rather than guys.”
Hari, “Not money that we can pay you.”
Asha, “Then tell me.”
Hari, “But first, promise, you won’t say no.”
Asha, “I promise, tell me now.”
Hari, “We will tell you at the right time.”
Farooq and Hari removed their clothes and started kissing Asha’s lips, boobs, and body. Then Farooq inserted his dick inside Asha’s pussy. At the same time, Hari slowly pushed his cock inside her asshole. They started fucking Asha in a slow rhythm.
While doing this, Hari’s hands were playing with Asha’s boobs, and Farooq was kissing his lips. This slow fucking continued for the time Asha started making sounds. After that, both their speed and Asha’s moan increased. She dug her nails on Farooq’s back.
Farooq knew it was time to take off. Farooq to Hari, “the bitch is going to climax. Speed up.” They started fucking Asha with great speed. The room was full of musical sounds of ‘thap-thap.’ Asha’s mouth was open. Her lips were dry. All were breathing heavily.
Within the next minute or two, all of them were released. All of them were lying on the bed with the satisfaction of an enjoyable fuck on their faces. Asha was sandwiched between both of them.
Farooq, “What do you say?” Asha (with a naughty smile), “nothing to say, you already know.”
Hari turned Asha towards herself, and rather than kissing. He almost chewed Asha’s lips for the next 3-4 minutes. Asha responded to him equally. Farooq was kissing Asha’s back.
Hari, “You are the best tourist ever. We will give you a very memorable party.”
Asha gave a naughty laugh, “I know why. All men appreciate a woman who gives the men what they want.”
Hari looked towards me and said, “She is a pretty girl and knows what a man wants. Appreciate her intelligence.”
Farooq, “Can you live here for few more days?”
Asha (laughingly), “Flight is booked for tomorrow.”
Farooq, “We will buy you a return ticket after 1 week.”
Asha (laughed), “I have to go, but don’t worry, maybe you will find a new honeymoon bride like me. If every time you get a tourist like me, then your earning from the resort will decline. Because you had to keep your other two rooms vacant.”
Hari and Farooq looked towards each other.
Asha (laughed) and said, “Don’t get surprised. I had heard Hari sending Adi on leave for the next 3 days at that time itself. But I understood the real reason later ha ha ha.” Hari gave a shy smile.
Asha, “Oh, feeling shy. I know. It’s necessary to maintain secrecy in these types of things. Even I am not going to tell anyone ever about my honeymoon fun.”
Both of them again started licking and kissing Asha. It was almost 1:20.
Asha, “You people have exhausted my energy. I think you people should now arrange lunch.”
Farooq looked towards the clock, “Oh, it’s almost 1:30 pm.”
Farooq and Hari went outside the door. I closed the door. Forty-five minutes later, both Hari and Farooq arrived with fish curry and rice. After we all had our lunch and they were trying to leave the room.
Asha, “I had already promised you that I won’t say no, so, please tell me, it’s making me feel uneasy.”
Hari looked towards Farooq and, with his approval, said, “Asha, we want our friends at tonight’s party.”
Asha (showing little confusion on her face), ” And your expression tells that the party is not a normal party.”
Hari pulled Asha towards him, kissed her on the lips, and said, “For a normal party, why would we have asked for the promise.”
Asha (in a calm voice), “How many friends?”
Hari smiled and said, “Don’t worry, maybe 2.”
It was also very unexpected for me, and more surprising was that Asha didn’t object at all. Hari left her, and while leaving the room, he replied, “Don’t worry, we will order enough food for dinner to maintain your energy.”
I knew, like always, they wouldn’t leave the door soon and wait for our conversation. But I kept quiet. After realizing that they had left, I said, “It’s getting too much. They are taking too much benefit of you. Why didn’t you reject the party?”
Asha, with a naughty face, “It doesn’t matter. I can handle them.”
Me, “You don’t know them. They can be very aggressive with you.”
Asha laughingly, “You think so much. I told you I would handle them with ease. You enjoy.”
I didn’t want her to do that. So I requested that Farooq and Hari say no to the party. But she said a clear-cut no to me instead. I didn’t reply to her as I didn’t expect her to be so desperate to open up her pussy so easily for some unknown guys. I got frustrated with her attitude but couldn’t tell her anything.
After lying silent for few minutes in my bed, I walked down. As I reached, both Hari and Farooq talked in Malayalam in Farooq’s room and laughed. I knocked on the half-open door.
Farooq and Hari looked towards me and said, “Anything, sir.”
Me, “I want to say something.”
Hari laughed and said, “If you want to say that, don’t fuck my wife, then I will say I can’t do that. She is made to be fucked. What do you say, Farooq?”
Farooq, “I will say the same.” And both of them laughed loudly.
Me, “I didn’t come here to say that. You have already fucked her twice before, so I won’t stop you.”
They looked at each other, and Farooq said to Hari in Malayalam, “bhāryaye vañcikkān ñaṅṅaḷuṭe suhr̥ttukkaḷe viḷikkarutenn abhyart’thikkānāṇ addēhaṁ iviṭeyettiyatenn ñān karutunnu. (I think he has come here to request us not to call our friends to fuck his wife).”
Farooq to me, “I think you are here to request us not to call our friends in tonight’s fuck party with your wife. Then again, it’s a no.”
Farooq, “Hari, call Devraj and Jayant for tonight’s party.” They laughed loudly. Hari called and said, “Jayant, there is a hot sexy milf staying in Farooq’s resort, she is awesome fuck, come in the evening for the fuck party. And also bring Devraj.”
Hari kept the phone down, and both were laughing looking at me.
Farooq, ” I think now you don’t have anything to talk to us.”
Me, “I knew you would share my wife with your friends, but I am not here for that. She humiliates me every time. She has no shame, which woman fucks with other guys in front of her husband.”
Hari (laughed), “That is the best part. We, too, love to fuck your wife in front of you. That makes the fuck more exciting.”
Me, ” I am not talking about you. You people are not related to me, but we have known your people for quite some time. But how can she agree to party with your unknown friends.”
Farooq, “Then why are you here? Go and tell this to your wife, but she won’t listen to you because you allow your friends to enjoy with her.”
Me, “I asked her to reject the party program, as it’s going too much. But she declined, saying she couldn’t break her promise. Her words made me feel angry as well as humiliating.”
Hari, “Haha. I love this. It’s your problem, not ours.” I held my head down.
Me, “That’s why I am here. If you people help me, then I can take revenge on her for not agreeing to me.”
Farooq, “I am not getting it, say clearly.”
Me, “Ok, then I would say directly, today evening, you people have already invited your friends to party with my wife.”
Hari (laughed), “Not a party, it will be a fuck party.”
Me, “That’s what I also meant. At that party, I request you not to treat her like a queen like you are doing from yesterday evening. In today’s fuck party, I want you and your friends to treat her like a randi (whore). Why do you do as per her desire? She isn’t your wife, fuck her the way you want, dominate her.”
Me, “Why are you inviting only 2 of your friends? Call all your good friends. Have a grand party. I want her to be fucked like hell. I want her to say. ‘Please stop now.’ But don’t want you to listen to her and tear her every hole.”
Hari and Farooq were stunned by my words.
Farooq, “What will you benefit from that?”
Me, “It isn’t about benefits. It’s about the pleasure I will feel when I see her after being treated like a randi (whore) by you people.”
Farooq, “I can’t get it. If you hate her so much, then why you married.”
Me, “I knew her reality only after she showed her real colors in our honeymoon trip. I thought she was an obedient wife. But now she is trying to set up her own rules.”
Hari, “What will we benefit from that?”
Me, “I don’t know about that, but I will pay for the party. I think you have few more friends other than these two.”
After that, I gave them Rs. 4000 @ 500 per person for Myself, Asha, Hari, Farooq, and their 4 friends.
I left and reached my room.
Asha, “Where were you? What happened?”
Me, ” You are not going to forget today’s evening. I have heard that they called their 2 friends. My long-time fantasy will get fulfilled. Asha, how many guys have fucked you at one-time maximum.”
Asha, “In the director’s farmhouse, they were 5. In Jaipur, 4. In Holi, they were 4 or 5. Ummm. I think max. 5.”
It was almost 3 in the evening, so we had a deep sleep. At 6, our sleep broke with the ring of our doorbell. I opened the door, Farooq was there with evening tea and snacks.
Farooq, “Wake up, beautiful lady, it’s tea time.”
Asha looked at him with a smile, “Good evening Farooq, what is the time for the party? Can you tell me the expected time? It takes time for a woman to get ready.”
Farooq, “Maybe around 7:30 or 8:00.”
Asha, “That means I have to get ready for the party from this time itself.”
After Farooq left, we both had tea. Asha went to the bathroom to take a quick bath and clean her pussy and butthole deep inside. She did light makeup. She wore her tiny net bra and bikini, over which she dressed in a shirt and jeans.
It was still raining heavily when at 7:20, we heard the sound of a car. It was Hari’s car. Four men, including Hari, came out of the car with 3-4 parcels in their hands. I looked towards Asha.
Asha, “Don’t worry, I have taken 5 before.” I smiled at her.
10 minutes later, Farooq and Hari came in and placed one big carpet in the room. Hari, ” Asha, why did you choose this dress for the party? For you, we are giving this party. You should look special.”
Asha, “Then what should I wear?”
Hari came near her traveler bag, opened it, and pulled out her red-colored baby doll net nighty set. He said, “This will look beautiful on you.” Asha gave him a stare and said, “This is a nighty, I can’t wear this in front of unknown people.”
Hari, “4-5 days back, we were also unknown to each other. But now we know each other. My friends are also very friendly, just like me, you won’t feel uncomfortable with them. You will know them within the next few hours.”
Hari, “They are here for your party only because I have appreciated you so much to them. If you don’t look as beautiful as my description, they will always make fun of me.” Asha, “Ok. I will see.”
Then two more rounds, they placed 2 bottles of the royal stag, 1 box of beer, soda, water, and lots of chicken and fish. Then they went down. Asha changed to the nighty picked by Hari. We waited for 15 minutes more.
But as it was already 8, I went down to ask the reason for getting late. Farooq told me that he is waiting for his sister-in-law’s husband and his wife’s brother. I told them to start a party soon. Whenever they come, they can join.
Both Hari and Farooq liked the idea. I returned to my room and told Asha that they were coming. I can see nervousness as well excitement for the party in her eyes.
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