Dark Honeymoon (A true story)- Part 1

Dark Honeymoon (A true story)- Part 1
I’m not proud of what my husband did. I’m unsure why he did it and why I played along. I guess we got caught up in the moment and wanted to be one of those cool couples. We totally regret the situation and the outcome today. If only we could see the future, this would never have happened. What am I talking about? Alright, let me tell you my story. My wedding day was supposed to be all joy, but it felt heavy. My parents wanted a grand shaadi, the kind they had always dreamed of, but they couldn’t afford it. So, my husband had to shell out most of his savings, even the money we’d kept for our honeymoon. I felt terrible like I’d let him down. Every time we discussed wedding plans, he’d get quiet and leave the room. I knew he was upset, maybe even angry with me for not standing up to my family. I wanted to, but how could I disappoint them? They were so excited. Still, his frustration hurt. I felt stuck, torn between my parents and him, worried I was starting our marriage on the wrong note. What a grand wedding and reception we had! The drinks were flowing like anything. With every champagne bottle popped, I could feel my heart sinking as I thought about our bank balance getting lighter. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, haan. It was such a blast. But my goodness, I knew this was the end of the big party. Our honeymoon? Oh, that was going to be on a budget, for sure. When it was time to leave, we rushed to the waiting taxi. We’d already changed out of our wedding clothes, bags all packed and loaded. The driver zoomed us off to the airport to catch our flight. Now, let me tell you about myself, Priya, from my own eyes. I wear a 36D bra. I have perky, firm breasts with dark brown nipples that stand out when I’m excited. Honestly, it’s like they give away my mood! My stomach is fairly flat. I have slender, muscular legs with shapely thighs that taper down to small feet. My creamy skin takes a tan nicely. I love that no-tan-line look. Oh, my husband loves it too! I’m pretty good at giving a blowjob if I say so myself. I’ve almost got the hang of deep-throating without choking. Though it’s not my favourite, I do it to make my husband happy. God bless him for appreciating it! Sometimes, on rare occasions, I’ll agree to try anal, too, just because I know he enjoys it. It’s not my cup of tea, but I do it for him. What I really love, though, is being a bit of an exhibitionist. I enjoy wearing short skirts, without a bra or panties. It gives me a thrill knowing I might accidentally flash someone my shaved bits. My husband totally loves that about me, and I know it gets him going too! We then boarded our flight to the resort. The room we booked wasn’t my first choice, or even second, to be honest. It was one of the lowest-rated resorts in the area, but our budget was tight. What to do? Still, it was an all-inclusive place, so meals and drinks were free. We thought, chalo, we’ll make the best of it and have a good time, no matter how the place turned out. When we checked in, we made sure to mention it was our honeymoon, hoping for some special treatment. But all they did was hand us a bottle of wine and say, “Enjoy the evening.” Mmm, okay, we can work with that! It had been such a long day. But my husband was determined to get full paisa vasool from the resort. So, he told me to get ready in party clothes, and we’d hit the resort’s bar. I slipped into this super short one-piece dress with thin spaghetti straps. The fabric was so clingy, hugging every curve of my body. Since I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, my breasts were, well, quite noticeable. They’re firm but have just enough jiggle to show I’m braless. And, of course, my nipples were already standing out, all excited for the night. We reached the hotel bar, but, my Goodness, it was such a depressing place. No live music, just some scratchy old songs from ten years ago playing in the background. Nothing to dance to at all. We found two empty stools at the bar and ordered drinks. The bartender, a local guy, was quite friendly. He kept complimenting me and my dress. I could tell he couldn’t take his eyes off my chest. Haan, who wouldn’t stare, right? He was nice, though. He gave us some tips about what to do at the beach tomorrow and the best spots to hang out in town. He really pushed us to visit a club in town, just a short cab ride away. He said I’d be a “big hit” there, and we’d love the vibe. Apparently, they had live music for dancing, which got me so excited. I love to show off my moves on the dance floor, and I knew that would make my night! We had a couple more drinks at that dull hotel bar. Both of us were feeling quite a buzz, I tell you. But that place was too boring for our first night, so we decided to check out the club the bartender had recommended. He was sweet enough to arrange a cab for us, so we wobbled out to find it. The cab driver knew exactly where to take us and told us to call him when we were ready to head back. Simple enough, right? When we reached, oh my God, this open-air bar was absolutely rocking! It was huge and full of energy. We grabbed a table right away and ordered drinks. I was feeling great, and I knew I looked even better in my dress. I gulped down my drink and pulled my husband onto the dance floor. In no time, we were the centre of attention, with me dirty dancing with him. I’d rub myself against his thigh when he pulled me close. My dress kept riding up my bum, showing off my curves to the crowd. I could see the other people watching. Their eyes were full of envy for my husband. He was loving every second of it, and I was too. My exhibitionist side was coming out full-on. I’d turn away from him, then fall back, trusting him to catch me. As I did, my legs would fly open. Well, let’s say the whole room got a good look at my bare bits. The crowd was staring, totally hooked.

We got thirsty and went back to our table. Suddenly, a fresh set of drinks appeared. The waitress said they were from a table across the room. I looked over and saw a group of locals raising their glasses in a toast to us. We waved back, grateful for the free drinks. Then, one of them came over—a well-dressed guy about our age. He introduced himself, and I could tell he was a professional, not just some random fellow. He was polite, talking to my husband properly instead of just eyeing me. But, haan, we both knew why he’d sent the drinks. He said he was with his business friends, and they loved watching me dance. Apparently, I was a big hit with them, and they wanted to invite us to a private party. My husband mentioned we were on our honeymoon, but that didn’t faze him. He said, “Even better, this will be a night you’ll never forget.” My husband, trying to act all cool, agreed to the invitation. I was shocked! I gave him a proper glare, my face all angry. But then, something shifted in me. I turned to the guy, gently touched his tie, and said, “OK, let’s go.” We followed this bloke and his friends out to their SUV. My God, there was hardly any space inside. I had to crawl over everyone in the back seat, practically lying across the laps of these total strangers. I was so stoned from the drinks, feeling no pain at all. All this attention was definitely getting me excited. I could tell my husband was thrilled that these men were so taken with me. But I was also a bit worried things might get out of hand. In just a few minutes, we arrived at a huge house surrounded by a tall wall. There were security guards who opened the gate, allowing the SUV to enter the compound. We all tumbled out, and suddenly, I was surrounded by the group. They led us into this massive living room with a pool table and a high ceiling. The place was stunning. More drinks were served, and we all raised our glasses, toasting to new friends. Then, dance music started playing, and they nudged me to dance with my husband. I started moving the same sultry way I did at the bar, feeling the vibe. But before the first song even ended, one of the guys cut in and started dancing with me. I didn’t miss a beat, sliding up to him, doing the same moves I’d done with my husband. To be continued. Feedback – [email protected].