A Honeymoon to Remember – Part 1 (Whispers of Ecstasy)

In the series, ‘Lust Turning Into Love,’ you know that the night before was a storm of passion. Ammu, Juhi, Anand, and I had lost ourselves in the ecstasy of each other, exploring every inch of our desires. As the night waned, exhaustion took over, and we returned to our beds.

Our bodies sat, but our minds were still swirling with ecstasy. Now, continue what happened the next day and how we planned for our honeymoon trip. Yet, even in the quiet of the morning, the memories of last night lingered like a sweet ache. When I woke up the next morning, it was already 10 a.m.

The house was quiet, and no one had come to wake us. Maybe our mother thought we were tired of last night’s party. The memories of the night before clung to my skin, and I felt a lingering warmth deep in my core. I returned to my room to freshen up, leaving Anand in his room to freshen up.

When I went to my room, I saw Ammu and Juhi still wrapped in sleep. Their faces bore the traces of our passionate encounter—tired yet radiating a sensual satisfaction that quickened my pulse. I woke them up and told them to get ready for lunch. As I stepped into the bathroom, their soft voices reached me.

They were talking, though their words were a soft murmur. I could not make out what they were saying. The steam from the shower calmed me. The water cascaded down my body, and the memories of last night replayed in my mind.

After the shower, I entered the room, wrapping a towel loosely around my waist. Droplets of water still clinging to my chest. I found Ammu and Juhi watching me. Their eyes were wide, darkened with the remnants of sleep and something else—something hungry.

I felt their gaze travel over my body, lingering on the exposed skin. The space between us crackled with unspoken desire. “Go and get fresh,” I said. My voice was husky with the lingering effects of sleep and something deeper and more insistent.

They tried to stand, but the strain from the night before was evident in their movements. Pain flickered across their faces. They moved slowly, their bodies still tender from our shared passion. They limped toward their room, and a wave of excitement surged through me at the sight of their struggle.

A reminder of the intensity of our night. I wanted to take them right there, to feel their bodies yield to mine once again. But I held back, knowing they needed time to recover. “Tell Mother you both fell while dancing at the party,” I whispered, and a smirk appeared on my lips.

They nodded, a hint of a smile curving their lips. They limped out, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my growing hunger. After freshening up, we gathered for lunch. Mostly during COVID-19, we all cooked and ate at my place.

The atmosphere was charged, and each of us was lost in the aftermath of our desires. Our eyes met across the table. In those stolen glances, promises were made—promises of what was yet to come. The rest of the day passed in a haze.

We continued playing and going to the gym. Whenever we found a chance, our touches lingered. Our lips met in secret, heated kisses, but we held back, letting the anticipation build for a week. The week that followed was a slow burn, each day heightening the anticipation.

Anand and I decided to plan a honeymoon trip. A two-day escape where we would indulge in our desires without restraint. When we informed Ammu and Juhi, their eyes lit up with excitement, though Ammu’s was tempered by uncertainty. She wasn’t sure if her mother would allow her to go.

I tackled the situation head-on, first convincing my mother to let me go with Anand. It wasn’t hard—she trusted me. The promise of a short, harmless trip was enough to put her at ease. But my sister was not so easily swayed. She burst into tears, insisting that she wanted to come along.

After much argument, our mother agreed as I said there were more ladies on the trip. Juhi stepped in to ensure Ammu could join us, asking my mother to help convince Ammu’s mother. Ammu’s mother reluctantly agreed. The plan was set.

Two days before departure, in the name of preparation, we all stayed in one room and let mother sleep. After packing, I went with Ammu to sleep. As we entered the room, the tension that had been building between us all week snapped like a taut string.

I locked the door with a quick click, sealing us in a world of our desires. Without wasting a second, I grabbed Ammu by her waist, pulling her close. My body pressed against hers as I pushed her back against the cool surface of the sidewall. The urgency of the moment took over.

My lips found hers in a desperate, heated kiss—like this was the last chance we would ever have. I could feel her melting into me. Her hands gripped my back as I deepened the kiss. Our tongues met in an electrifying dance. I moved my hands, feeling the soft curve of her body.

I slowly trailed my fingers down to her hips. My lips left hers for a moment, and I could see the hunger in her eyes. I kissed along her jawline, moving down to her neck, letting my teeth graze her skin. Sucking softly on the sensitive spot that made her gasp.

With one hand, I started unbuttoning her shirt, each piece of fabric falling away. Now, finally, I could feel her warmth, her skin against mine. My lips followed as I worked to undo her clothes. Moving from her neck down, tracing every inch with my mouth, savouring her as if she were an exquisite meal.

Ammu’s breath hitched when my lips brushed over her chest. Her hands were trembling as she responded to my touch. Her fingers quickly worked to undo my shirt. She moaned softly as I kissed her breasts, teasing her. My hands slid behind her, expertly undoing her bra in one swift motion.

The fabric slipped from her body, revealing her to me completely. I paused for a moment, admiring how perfect she looked. Her skin glowing, her breath ragged.  I knelt slowly. My lips continued their journey downward, pressing gentle kisses along the soft curve of her belly, down to her navel.

I could feel her muscles tense beneath me. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer to me. I worked her pants and panties down in one smooth motion. Her skin was flawless—silky and warm under my touch. I took my time, savouring every moment, every sensation.

I kissed the inside of her thighs, letting my breath tickle her skin. Her moans became more urgent as her body started to tremble under my attention. I could hear the soft, desperate gasps escaping her lips. I kissed down to her toes, worshipping every inch of her.

Her breathing grew heavier. She reached down, her hands tangled in my hair as she pulled me up toward her. “Please,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you… now.” Her request sent a thrill through me. I could feel the heat of her desire radiating from her body.

My hands roamed on her thighs, gently parting them as I positioned myself closer to her. Her moans grew louder, filled with longing. I continued to kiss my way back up her body. From her legs to her hips to her abdomen, leaving no inch untouched.

Ammu’s back arched, pressing herself closer to me. Her body practically begging for more. “I’ve been waiting for this all week,” I whispered against her skin, my voice hoarse with desire. Her response was a soft whimper as her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer.

“I need to feel you… I need all of you,” she pleaded, her voice breathless. I teased her for a moment longer. Letting the anticipation build, letting her desire take control as she writhed beneath me. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise of what was to come.

I looked up at her, meeting her eyes, which were dark with lust. Her lips parted as she panted softly. “I want to make you feel everything,” I murmured, my voice low and thick with passion. I could feel her pulse quicken under my touch. Her body responded to every movement I made.

She was lost in the moment, her entire body alive with desire, craving my touch. I continued to kiss her, teasing her body with my lips and hands. She began to moan louder, her breath coming in gasps as she begged me for more. This was the moment we had both been waiting for.

The moment when all the teasing, all the build-up, finally gave way to unrestrained passion. I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her warmth. Her body tensed as I pressed forward, letting her feel every inch as I carefully entered.  She gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders.

With a gentle push, I slid halfway inside her. We paused for a moment, both of us taking in the perfect mix of pleasure and tension. Her eyes met mine, and she nodded, silently begging for more. After a few seconds, I began moving again, pushing deeper until I was fully inside her.

Her breath hitched. We found a rhythm, moving slowly, savouring every second as her body moulded around me. For the next several minutes, we rocked together in a steady rhythm. Our bodies pressed against one another, feeling every movement, every sensation.

Ammu’s moans were soft at first. Her lips parted as she tried to contain the pleasure building inside her. But as the tension grew, her need became more urgent. “Faster,” she whispered at first, but then her voice grew louder. “Please… harder, faster!”

Her words spurred me on. I lifted her, guiding her over to the edge of the bed. Her body bent over the mattress. Her curves were on display as she braced herself, her hands gripping the sheets. I moved behind her, positioning myself again. With one smooth thrust, I entered her from behind.

Her reaction was immediate—a loud moan escaped her lips. I began to move faster, harder. My hands gripped her hips as I pulled her closer with each thrust. The room filled with the sound of our bodies colliding. Her cries of pleasure echoed as I pushed us both closer to the edge.
Minutes passed in a haze of ecstasy, her body shaking with each deep thrust. Ammu’s moans became louder, more desperate, her back arching as the pleasure overwhelmed her. I could feel the tension building inside both of us, the climax drawing near.

“Don’t stop!” she cried out, her voice filled with urgency. I responded by moving faster, driving her closer to the edge. Her body quivered beneath me as she gasped for air, her pleasure reaching its peak. Finally, we both tumbled over the edge together.

Her body tightened around me as waves of pleasure surged through us. Her moans reached a crescendo. I followed soon after, losing myself in the raw pleasure of our release. We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting.

Our hearts were racing as the last echoes of our shared climax faded into the quiet of the room. Ammu lay beside me, her body still trembling with aftershocks. I pulled her close, holding her as we both tried to catch our breath. After 10 minutes I went down to sleep in Anand’s room.

I still heard a faint sound coming from Anand’s room. The soft, rhythmic creaking of the bed and muffled moans filled the air, barely audible. I waited there, listening in silence for what felt like an eternity. After a while, the noises from Anand’s room ceased, and the door opened slightly.

A few moments later, Juhi came out of the room. Her hair tousled, her clothes dishevelled. She didn’t say a word as she slipped out of the room. I went to the room and saw Anand cleaning the mess. The room was filled with a peaceful silence, the tension of the night giving way to the comfort of shared intimacy. Then we lay there and fell asleep.

By morning, when we woke up, we prepared meticulously. Anand and I went shopping to buy outfits for Juhi and Ammu. Ammu and Juhi spent the day at the beauty parlour getting facials, massages, and waxing. We took care of our grooming, shaving, sauna bath, and stocking up on condoms and Viagra.

They picked out new lingerie—bras, pants, swimsuits, and thongs. On the day of the journey, we left home in casual clothes. We drove to our secluded cottage. It felt like a journey into another world.

The cottage was a hidden gem in the heart of nature, with a private swimming pool and a retreat far from the prying eyes of the world. Upon checking in, we settled into the villa. It had one hall with two big sofas, a big TV, a crackling stone fireplace, and one kitchen room on the ground floor.

The cottage was designed for the indulgence of the senses, with sunlight filtering into the interior. The large windows framed with ivy allowed sunlight to filter into the interior, creating a picture-perfect escape from the world.

The room was meticulously prepared for a night of unbridled pleasure. With a collection of toys on the bedside table, handcuffs, and a sleek black blindfold.  Nearby, a riding crop and a delicate, leather-bound whip rested, their presence hinting at the delicious sting of pleasure and pain.

There was an array of dildos, each one a different size, shape, and texture, carefully placed on a velvet-lined tray. Some were sleek and smooth; others were ribbed and ridged. Next to them were anal plugs, their jewelled ends sparkling in the candlelight.

A small, elegantly carved wooden chest sat at the foot of the bed, its lid slightly ajar. Inside, I glimpsed more treasures—a collection of silky ropes designed for binding and restraint. A selection of lubricants and oils, their scents ranging from exotic spices to sweet vanilla.

The room was designed with our pleasure in mind. With every detail carefully considered to ensure that this night would be one we would never forget. Even the curtains were meant to protect us in darkness. Shutting out the outside world so that nothing could distract us from the indulgence of our desires.

As we moved further into the room, a large, ornate mirror was positioned on one wall. It was angled to reflect the bed, offering a view of everything that would unfold there. The thought of watching ourselves, seeing every reaction, every arch of the back, sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

Ammu and I exchanged glances. The air between us crackled with the understanding of what this night would bring. There was no need for words; the room spoke for itself. Its presence was a promise of the pleasure awaiting us.
After a quick shower, I slip into comfortable clothes.

Ammu went to change. I picked up my phone and sent a message to Anand, suggesting he and Juhi join us for a walk. Anand replied within two minutes, “Give me 15 minutes, just finishing the first round,” followed by a smirking emoji.

After 5 minutes, Ammu came into something light and breezy. The outfit accentuated her curves in a way that made my pulse quicken. There’s an unspoken understanding between us—a promise that the day holds more than just casual relaxation.

Ammu and I exchange a knowing look, her eyes sparkling with amusement. We head out to the pool. The cool breeze played with Ammu’s hair, making her look even more enticing. Ten minutes pass, and I see Anand and Juhi approaching.

There’s a satisfied grin on Anand’s face, which matches the flush on Juhi’s cheeks. Her hair is a bit tousled, her movements languid. I can’t help but smirk at the obvious signs of their recent escapade. We all exchange glances. Juhi and Ammu seem to be in on something.

Suddenly, Ammu and Juhi stand up, their hands clasped as they giggle and whisper to each other. They decide to take a break, leaving Anand and me alone. I watch them walk away, their hips swaying, the sight sending a jolt of desire through me.

There’s something about the way they move and tease that makes the anticipation almost unbearable. Anand turns to me with a grin, and we start talking about the kinky stuff placed in our cottage. The conversation leaves us both on edge, craving more.

I suggest we watch porn to use all the stuff placed in the room. We pick something sensual, porn that promises to add fuel to the burning fire between us. As the porn plays, the atmosphere grows thick with anticipation, with every scene a reminder of what we could be doing later at night.

The porn becomes a backdrop to the quiet, charged conversation between us.  Just as the movie ends, Ammu and Juhi return. Their expressions were mischievous as if they’d been up to something while we were distracted. They join us with playful energy.

Their eyes filled with secrets that heightened the tension between all of us. We decide to head out for dinner. The table is set, and the dim lighting casts soft shadows that add to the allure of the evening. The evening began as a casual dinner among friends.

But beneath the surface, desires simmered. Four of us—Anand, Juhi, Ammu, and I—sat around the table. Our laughter masked the tension that crackled like electricity between us. Throughout the meal, subtle touches and shared glances keep the excitement simmering.

Anand and my sister, Juhi, exchanged knowing glances across the table. Their subtle touches, the brush of Juhi’s hand against Anand’s thigh. Anand’s fingers traced patterns on Juhi’s shoulder. All spoke of a passion barely restrained. Ammu and I were no different.

The heat between us was palpable. As the four of us enjoyed a candlelit dinner, the mood was already set. Soft, ambient music is playing in the background. The waiter approached our table and asked for the key to our rooms for decoration.

There was a knowing smile on his face. We handed over the key, curious about what awaited us. Dinner was exquisite, with each course leaving us more satisfied yet longing for something more. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and the occasional touch under the table hinted at the intimacy to come.

As the last course was cleared, the waiter returned, presenting a small, ornate box. Inside were two delicately wrapped, exotic pan leaves—a special stamina pan, he explained with mischief in his voice. The green leaves were filled with a blend of aromatic herbs and spices, promising to awaken our senses.

Anand and I exchanged a glance before accepting the pan. The ladies, sensing the subtle shift in the air, excused themselves to the room. With the pans now in hand, we slowly began to chew, tasting the unique blend of flavours that seemed to ignite a fire within.

The taste was intense, and the effect was immediate—a tingling sensation that spread through our bodies. As the last remnants of the pan dissolved on our tongues, we felt that the night was about to begin. With hearts pounding, I rose from the table, eager to join Ammu, who was waiting, freshened up, and ready.

I hope you find our honeymoon trip is romantic and well-planned. I will explore all the events that happened on our honeymoon trip in detail.