Asha’s Multi-Flavored 2nd Honeymoon – Part 5

The tease at the beach had already made the whole atmosphere very hot and lusty.

On the way, Asha told Hari to bring some ayurvedic massage oil. We reached the resort room. Farooq went to his room, and Hari left. After taking a quick bath, Asha again dressed to her top net mini satin nighty.

One hour later, Hari arrived at the resort. Hari came to the room. Asha opened the door. Hari handed oil two bottles of oil to Asha and went down. Around 8, Hari and Farooq came to the room, and we had dinner.

After dinner, when both were leaving, I asked Asha, “Will you go for an evening walk?”

Asha, “No, whenever you go for a walk, you keep walking, and I am feeling tired.” Both of them left the room. Asha winked and said, “You don’t want to look like my pimp. I have no problem being called a slut or whore. You come back after 30 minutes, and you will get your fantasy fulfilled.”

After 5 minutes, I also left the place for a walk. As soon as I left, Asha called reception and told Hari that as she was feeling tired. She wanted him to come into her room to give her an ayurvedic massage. He was overjoyed. Within minutes, Hari arrived with a plastic sheet and covered the bed with that.

As Asha was lying, Hari, “Asha, the oil can ruin your nighty.”

Asha, “Oh, I forgot.”

Asha removed her nighty. Now, she was naked in front of Har for the first time. Hair’s eyes were popping out. Asha lay on the bed on her breast. After pouring oil on Asha’s body, Hari started massaging her. But as the bed height was low, it was getting difficult for him.

Asha, “I don’t think you know how to give a massage. You go and send Farooq. I think, with his strong arms, he can give a better massage.”

Hari, “The position is a bit awkward. I can’t sit near you as the oil can ruin my clothes.”

Asha, “Don’t talk like an idiot. You told me that oil would ruin my nighty. I removed it. So why are you still wearing this? Do it properly or send Farooq. He is intelligent than you.”

Hari, “But what sir will think when he arrives.”

Asha, ” I know Sir better than you. He never comes before 1 hour.”

Hari smiled and got naked. His dark long size dick was rock hard. He went on to the bed and massaged Asha from her neck to back to buttocks and legs to feet. He parted Asha’s legs and was massaging her butthole and pussy with his oily hands.

He then turned Asha on her back and massaged her shoulders, boobs, belly, and legs. Again his fingers went to massage her pussy lips. Asha opened her legs more. Hari inserted his fingers more inside her pussy. Asha was now leaking her juices. Hari got the indication.

Hari, “You like it?”

Asha, “Yes, this is the best massage I ever had. Keep going deep.”

Hari took some oil in his hand and massaged it on his penis.

Hari, “Asha, for that, lift your legs.”

Asha lifted her legs, Hari slowly inserted his cock inside Asha’s pussy.

Asha, “Hari, what? You inserted your dick inside my pussy, don’t dare to fuck me.”

Hari, “No. It’s not like that. You said to massage your pussy deep.”

Asha, “But when did I tell you to put your dick inside.”

Hari, “You didn’t. But massaging inside deep inside pussy with fingers can cause injury to your delicate pussy. That’s why I inserted my oiled dick inside your vagina.”

Asha, “Oh, I didn’t think that way. You do what you are doing, but don’t release your cum inside.”

Hari, “I will not do anything without your permission.”

Hari started stroking Asha’s pussy slowly, and her hands were massaging Asha’s boobs. After 5 minutes of slow stroking, Hari asked Asha, “Are you feeling good, Asha?”

Asha, “Yes, keep massaging.”

Hari, “Should I speed up a little to give you a deep massage?”

Asha, “Yes. Do it.”

Hari paced up his strokes. Asha has now started moaning with pleasure. Asha’s love juices started coming out of her pussy. Hari knew that my wife was now desperate for an orgasm. Hari pulled his dick out.

He said, “The massage has stimulated my dick. My dick would release cum anytime if I massaged your pussy anymore.” Asha angrily, ” Keep your dick inside my pussy and massage me till I feel relaxed.”

Hari looked at her and replied in a loud voice, “Okay, Asha, as you wish.” He again inserted his dick inside Asha’s pussy and started stroking with a bit more speed and force. Deep fucking has replaced slow massaging.

In the meantime, I arrived in the room and shouted, “What the fuck is going on here?” Hari got nervous as well as shocked by my presence. Asha (who didn’t show any nervousness) said to Hari, ” You don’t get afraid of him and don’t stop. I will handle him later.”

But Hari didn’t have the courage. Asha pulled Hari towards her, shouted, and started kissing his lips. Now it was clear to Hari that my wife was desperate to get fucked. Everyone knows that if a lady is ready to get fucked, no one can stop a guy from fucking her.

Hari started fucking Asha in full flow. With Hari’s every push, the sound of thap was all over the room. Asha was also moaning loud. After 3-4, minutes Asha’s body was shivering. She was climaxing. Realizing this, Hari changed to top gear.

Within the next 30 seconds, both released their love juice oozing out of Asha’s pussy. Asha, “For the first time in my honeymoon, I felt like it’s my honeymoon Thanks to Hari for giving me this wonderful fuck, (then she looked towards me)… I mean massage.”

She pulled Hari over her, kissed him, “Thank you for making my honeymoon wonderful.”

Hari, “It’s my pleasure, anything for you, Asha.”

Asha, “Hari, do get the room cleaned up before I wake up.”

Hari, “Sure, Asha.”

Then Hari went out of the room. As soon as Hari closed the door from outside, I shouted to Asha loudly so that Hari could listen and stop there to listen more.

Me, “What the fuck you were doing in my absence.”

Asha, “He was just giving me a massage.”

Me, “Don’t try to play with me. I know the difference between massage and fucking.”

Asha, “Oh, you know. I thought you didn’t.”

Me, “What do you mean?”

Asha, “Leave it here. It just happened by chance. It’s not unknown to both of us that we were in physical relation with others before our marriage.”

Me, “That was before marriage.”

Asha, “Okay, sorry, it was not planned. It just happened.”

Me, “What do you mean by just happened?”

Asha, “Don’t make an issue of it. I can also say many things which I choose not to say before.”

Me, “Tell me clearly what you want to say.”

Asha, “Which husband, who was enjoying when his friends were touching his wife. Who was enjoying after they were saying adult jokes targeting me.”

Me, “But they didn’t have bad intention.”

Asha (laughed), “Bad? They had lust in their eyes. They were removing my clothes in their mind.”

Me, “How can you say that?”

Asha, “Which guy pulls his friend’s wife to sit close to him?”

Me, “But I didn’t feel that you were uncomfortable with them. Instead, you looked very comfortable with them.”

Asha, “When did I say I was not enjoying their company, I loved everything, and I have no plans to ruin your friendship by stopping them ever.”

Me, “If you had no problem with then what you want to say.”

Asha, “I just want to say that it was your responsibility to stop your friends from coming close to your wife, but you didn’t.”

Me, “But I saw you enjoying it.”

Asha, “That’s what I want from you now after those parties.”

Me, “I am not getting your words.”

Asha, “You let your friends cross their limits, just because you saw that those as well as I am enjoying. But actually, you were enjoying it. I was enjoying only because I didn’t want to spoil your parties and friendship.”

Asha, “So I feel you should keep equal criteria for yourself and myself. I am also enjoying Hari and Farooq’s company and don’t want you to ruin my enjoyment.”

Me, angrily, “But they didn’t fuck you, and you are fucking with them.”

Asha, “They didn’t because they hadn’t the opportunity. I didn’t want to say this ever, but now when you have forced me. I want to tell you that I know about your relationship with your divorced secretary. But I choose to keep quiet as I don’t care about that.”

Me, “Oh, how you knew that?”

Asha, “It doesn’t matter. I knew it well before our marriage. I always knew you were pumping her when you used to tell me that you wouldn’t be able to meet me due to an official meeting. Neither I will ask you nor make an issue of that till I feel it is not interfering with our married life.”

Asha, “I had never spoken a word if you had not repeatedly shown your anger to me.” After a bit of silence, Asha, “Don’t feel guilty or ashamed. Marriage is about emotional attachment, and sex is just a physical need. I don’t mix up the two and so I won’t ask you to feel guilty. Both of you enjoy your sexual relation, then enjoy. But I expect you to respect my physical needs also.”

We kept silent for few minutes, and Hari also left the door. After 20 minutes, I came over to Asha, kissed her, and said, “You are a real bitch, how you were fucking with him in my presence.”

Asha, “I did what you said to me.”

Me, “You were not doing what I wanted. You were doing what you wanted.”

Asha (laughing), “How?”

Me (smiled), “I know you.”

Asha (kissing me), “I started it for your fantasy, but you know, it overtook me. Now I love it, didn’t you.”

Me, “I too loved it very much.”

I pushed my dick inside her pussy and fucked her.

Asha, “I am happy that everything that is going on here has increased your lovemaking potential.”

Me, “Whenever I see another man playing with you makes me excited.”

Asha laughed, and I kept fucking her for quite some time and released my cum inside her. We then went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves. I wore my T-shirt and shorts, whereas Asha slept nude.

The next morning Farooq knocked on the door. I went and opened the room.

Farooq, “Sir, I have to clean the room.”

I let him in. Farooq came in and started his cleaning work. I left for the terrace. After few minutes, Asha rolled over to the next side and what he saw made his eyes wide open. Asha was sleeping sideways. On top bedsheet was only on covering her uper body.

It gave Farooq the most wonderful clear view of my wife’s big fair buttocks and a glimpse of her pussy lips between her legs. After cleaning the room for few minutes and controlling himself, he lost control of himself. He came near Asha, started licking her naked ass with his ass.

Asha, “Farooq, don’t do it. I am feeling sleepy.”

Farooq, “I am not disturbing you, just doing my job.”

Asha, “What kind of job is this?”

Farooq, “You called me for cleaning. I am doing the same.”

Asha, “You are very naughty.”

This was a green signal from Asha. Farooq’s tongue moved from her buttocks to butthole to pussy. He turned Asha and was licking her complete body.

Asha, “Your clothes are scratching my skin.”

Farooq removed all his clothes except underwear and went on to the bed and was sucking her boobs. At that time, I came in and saw both of them. Seeing me, Farooq looked down and was trying to leave the bed. Asha pulled him back, looked towards me.

Asha, “Why are you looking at him that way? It’s my honeymoon. But I kept staring at him. Asha, “Don’t get afraid of him, Farooq. He won’t do anything.”

Asha (to me), “And Vikram, I have told you not to interfere in my life, now sit here and watch what woman needs from a man.” He pulled Farooq over her body, kissed his lips, and told Farooq to go down and lick her pussy. Farooq followed her order.

He licked Asha’s pussy for few minutes, and then his tongue moved over to Asha’s cute butt hole. As his tongue moved over my wife’s butthole, Asha’s moan increased, and Farooq knew it was Asha’s week spot. He parted Asha’s buttock cheeks to open her butthole and started licking it deep.

After few minutes, Asha’s breath went high. Farooq inserted his finger inside Asha’s pussy, only to find it dripping wet. Asha, “I can’t control anymore. Come over me.” Farooq, who always wanted to fuck my wife, left no time to get rid of his underwear. His dick came to like it was freed from the cage.

His penis was dark, medium-thick circumcised. He inserted his dick inside my wife’s pussy. It slides easily inside. He fucked her in a normal missionary position for quite some. Both were kissing each other all the time.

After 10 minutes of rhythmic fucking of Asha, Farooq lifted Asha’s legs over his shoulder and started fucking her with full thrust. The thrust was so deep that Asha was feeling pain and enjoyment at the same time. She was making loud sounds with every thrust.

Within few minutes, Farooq was fucking her with a rocket pace and filled her pussy. Asha was tired. Farooq kept her legs down, lay over her, kissed her, and said, “You are a bitch. No girl takes mine with that much ease.”

Asha smiled, kissed him back. Farooq wore his underwear and left the room in just his underwear. As Farooq just closed the door of our room, I looked towards Asha. Asha knew my indication.

Asha shouted, “Why were you staring at Farooq?”

Me, ” I can’t even stare at a guy who is fucking my wife in my bed?”

Asha, “No, you can’t. Because he got a bit conscious due to your hard look.”

Me, “But I didn’t say anything.”

Asha, “Yes, but I want you to enjoy the way you used to enjoy when your friends flirt or touch me.”

Me, “Fucking and touching are two different things.”

Asha, “Just try it for me. I bet you will love it.”

Me, “No, I can’t. It will be better for me to leave when you fulfill your desires.”

Asha, “No, I don’t want to do anything behind your back. It will make me feel guilty, please.”

Me, “I will try, but can’t guarantee to maintain my cool.”

Asha, “Okay, I know you will not do anything against my will. I know it will only make our sex life better.”

Me, “How?”

Asha, “I have seen your sex performance after every party of us with your friends.”

After we went silent, Farooq also left the door. After half an hour, Asha went to the bathroom. Asha came out of the bathroom. With no clean clothes to wear, she called Farooq. Farooq told Asha that all her clothes were dried and were sent for ironing.

Asha then told Farooq to bring breakfast as soon as possible. Heavy rain again started within few minutes. Forty-five minutes later, there was a knock at our door. Asha opened the door wearing just a towel covering her lower body.

Farooq, “Asha, you are looking very sexy.”

Asha gave him a naughty smile and thanked him for the compliment. Farooq and Hari came inside with breakfast. I was sitting on my bed. After placing breakfast on the table, Hari pulled Asha close to him. In a flash, loosened the towel from Asha’s waist and the towel fell on the ground.

Asha was standing nude in Hari’s arm. Hari tightened his grip by placing one hand over her back and the other on her butt cheek. He said, “That was obstructing the view of your beauty. You look super hot and gorgeous like that.”

Asha went speechless with this sudden event. I was also shocked to see this much transformation in Hari. Breaking my shock situation, Hari asked me, “I am right na, sir?” I gave no reply.

Hari then turned his face towards Farooq and said, “Brother, you tell.”

Farooq, “You are right. No piece of cloth can do a favor to Asha’s beauty. Asha, you are looking stunning.”

Hari looked into Asha’s eyes and said, “Didn’t you feel that you are more beautiful than any cloth you wear?” Hearing so much appreciation of her, Asha blushed with a little smile on her face. This was a green signal for Hari and Farooq about the end of every barrier between them and Asha.

Hari looked at me and said, “See, Asha feels the same, but you didn’t appreciate her beauty.” Then he started kissing Asha’s lips. Farooq started licking her neck and shoulder. Breaking their momentum, Asha said, “Stop it now. I am feeling hungry.”

They stopped as if Asha was their boss. Farooq served food for all and sat on one chair. I took my plate and sat on the bed. Hari, who was in a very different mood, sat on another easy chair and pulled Asha on her lap. He was making a bite for him and another for Asha and feeding her with his hand.

After finishing half the breakfast, Asha asked Hari, “You are feeding me with so much care, you like me that much?”

Hari, “Like? I love you, sexy.”

Farooq, “I love you too.”

Asha looked towards me and said, “Did you ever feed me like that? You don’t even know how to love your wife. You don’t even eat my half tasted bites, see them, learn from them.”

Me, “I don’t eat anyone’s half-eaten bite.”

Asha, “I am not just anyone. I am your wife. Love means sharing. If Hari had been in your place, he would have never said no.”

Hari, “Ya, it’s true. How can your husband do that to such a beautiful wife?”

Asha looked towards Hari and said, “Now it’s my turn to feed you, Hari.” Hari tried to think that Asha with give her a bite from the plate. But instead, Asha asked Hari to give her a bite.

As Hari gave her a bite, Asha chewed it, kissed Hari, and transferred it to Hari’s mouth. With no hesitation, Hari swallowed it. It went on for few more bites.

Asha, “Are you loving it?”

Hari, “Yes.”

Asha, “See, this is love.”

Farooq, “Please feed me too.”

Asha feeds Farooq the same way. After the breakfast finished, Asha got up from Hari’s lap and went near the door.

Asha, “The rain is getting heavier. Where will we visit today?”

Hari came from behind, held her from her waist, and said, “I think the rain is not going to stop. (while kissing Asha on her shoulder)e can enjoy here.”

Asha, “Okay. When I was a kid, I loved getting wet in the rain.”

Farooq, “Don’t you love it now?”

Asha, “No, I love it. But when you grow up, then it becomes difficult for girls to get wet in the rain.”

Farooq, “No one is here to stop you. You can enjoy the rain.”

Farooq indicated Hari. Hari lifted Asha in his arms and took her outside on the roof. He said, “There is no one here to stop you, enjoy.”

After showing a little reluctance early on, Asha started running and dancing nude in the rain. Her boobs were bouncing up round and round as if they were inviting everyone to enjoy them.

Asha, “It feels amazing.” Asha pulled both of them. Now all three were enjoying themselves. I was looking at them from the door. Asha called me too, but I declined.

Asha shouted, “Then what are you doing? You don’t remember what I told you. Where is your camera?”

I went in, collected my camera, and captured pics and videos of the nude rain dance of Hari and Farooq playing with Asha. After 20-25 minutes, they came in.

Asha, “That was awesome. Thanks for recreating my old memories.”

Farooq, “You are welcome, Asha, you are our most se special guest of all time.”

Asha smiled and said, “Okay, then what is the plan next.”

Hari, “It’s raining, but we can enjoy ourselves here.”

Asha gave a naughty look to Hari, “What do you mean by that?”

Farooq, “we can have a party here.”

Asha, “Party? That is a good idea, but it will be over in 1-2 hours. What else.”

Farooq, “We can watch a movie.”

Asha, “Movies? Boring. First, you both go and change, think and tell.”

They went out of the room, leaving me thinking. What next?

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