To Resist Or to Submit?
Hey, this is Brey, bringing you stories that are meant to excite and tease the dirty mind in you. My stories shall be based on real-life experiences. After all, why imagine when you can get turned on by something that has happened in reality. Coming to the story, this took place in the summer of 2016, where two of my close friends were dating. Nisha (age 23) was an absolute bombshell with curves in all the right places. She knew that she looked good and did he best to wear clothes that highlighted those sensual curves. Her breasts were both full and perky at the same time. She had a cup size of 34D and made sure every boy passing knew about it. Her fair skin bundled with her love for short skirts highlighted her legs that could make every man pass out. Coming to her boyfriend Raj (age 25), a state-level hockey player with a well-toned body and muscles. It came in handy when it came to pounding and thrusting into a woman. The couple used to work out 5 days a week. Let me tell you, staying in the next room beside them made me regret that the walls were not thicker. It was very evident that almost every night, there were multiple orgasms in the next room. But everything comes to an end eventually. In 2019, Nisha’s father was a well-respected businessman. He decided to get her married to Ankush, a technology mogul who belonged to another wealthy family. With a lot of tears and sadness, everything was set to go her father’s way. Then came the wedding in 2019-end. Since Raj’s father was a huge client of Nisha’s father, it was natural for them to get invited. Everyone was flown to the luxurious villa owned by them. Our friends’ group and I did not expect Raj to actually show up and play it cool. Our friends (incl. Nisha) caught up on our lives after college drinking up and soaking in the sun. We saw a white Audi R8 pull up to the entrance. The moment Raj stepped out of the car, we saw Nisha’s jaw drop. The dude had put on much more muscle and gotten so much leaner. Later on the beach, we found out he now had a hard six-pack. Even the waitresses could not stop staring at his shirtless body. The day of the rehearsal dinner came. Raj decided to go in a suit, one that was expensive. It showed he had power, wealth and that Nisha made the wrong choice. On the other hand, Nisha wore a sleeveless red one-piece, a deep v neck, and a backless cut. It seems that both of them were trying to make each other horny. The dinner ended at 1 PM. Then all our friends were together, and the old couple had gone for a walk. The conversation began something like this. Raj: Well, this is it. No going back, I guess. Nisha: What do you mean? It is just marriage. Raj: Yes, but it is serious. It’s a bond. A commitment, you know that this means, it burns all the chances we may or may not have. Nisha: Umm, I know that don’t you think I do? Bitch. Raj: Well, I’m just saying, during that dinner, I had just one thought in my mind. Nisha: What? Raj: No, it’s wrong, never mind. Nisha: Tell me stupid, I’m sure it is harmless. Raj: Well, all I wanted to do was take you to the back of the villa, bend you over sideways and rip off your silky dress while I push my dick and feel you up one last time. Nisha: Shut up! You can’t say that. I did not even think you would show up at the wedding. And now you bring this shit. Raj: Yeah, I did not think I’d show up either, but I had to see you one last time. Nisha: Wait, so say, if my marriage goes bad, you will not rescue me? Raj: You are bonded to him. I consider it sacred. I won’t interfere. Nisha: Whatever, I’ll be fine (she wasn’t) Raj: Are you sure you want this? Nisha: (after a long silence) Yeah, of course It was 3 PM. All of us had finished up the expensive booze and gone back to our rooms. Nisha was hanging in her room. She thought about what she saw in the past few days. She saw how hot Raj looked and thought how his body would look in the shower. Her husband did not look so bad himself. But Raj, he had a connection. He fulfilled Nisha in every single way. He made her so wet that her pussy automatically started dripping if she even shook hands with him. Why? Why couldn’t she control this raw animal instinct of going all over his rock-hard body and sucking his dick? All these thoughts she kept pushing away. She knew it was wrong. Dead wrong. Then why, why couldn’t she stop them? Her pussy wet, her nipples hard, she fought it. Raj had to work on the big client pitch and revise final changes when he heard a knock on the door. It was Nisha. But unlike anything he had seen before. She wore an overcoat. Under that, she was wearing a purple bra and inner with a transparent cape in the form of a net. Her bra had a bow in between, and her boobs started to curve right from the bow. Her flat stomach followed her trimmed pussy. It was shaped so well that Raj had saliva coming out of his mouth. She quickly pushed him in and closed the door. He asked her what the hell is this. All she said is, “Shut up, take your clothes off NOW.” Raj walked back, but she held his hand and pulled. He said no. She took out one of her boobs from the bra and asked if he wanted it. He closed his eyes. She took off another. He had to struggle with the decision. Should he fuck an engaged woman and enjoy her in every single way? Or stop it right there and do the correct thing? She took out both her breasts. They shone brightly in the dim yellow room light. She slowly went on her knees, then used her mouth to untie the string holding Raj’s pants. He froze. He knew he wanted it, her soft, tender lips, her wet tongue, to rub all over his dick head. He had precum in his shorts. With her mouth, she untied his shorts, started licking from his navel, and moved to his balls. With one in her mouth and her hands rubbing his thighs, she said, “Tell me to stop.” All Raj said was “NO.” That was it. The fire burning within them took over.