Manali Nights: A Honeymoon Betrayed – Part 4

Amit’s Perspective – Part 2

With trembling fingers, I opened the chat, and I was once again shocked. She had been texting him all day while we were out. She’d even sent him selfies of herself in her underwear. She must have taken them after we returned to the hotel.

Scrolling through the chat, I found multiple topless selfies. She was sending pictures of her naked breasts to Lucky. My stomach twisted. The images, so intimate, so vulnerable, felt like a physical blow.

It wasn’t just the betrayal. It was her careless disregard for me and our marriage. She was showing off, almost daring me to see. I scrolled further, my fingers trembling, my eyes scanning the messages. They were filled with explicit descriptions of their encounters and plans for the future.

Nausea surged. I felt a strange blend of anger and a dark thrill. I was a spectator in my own life, watching my wife engage in a secret, passionate affair, and I was finding a dark, unsettling pleasure in it.

Was everything she’d just said a calculated lie? Was this an elaborate, open mockery of my very existence?

I closed the chat, my hands shaking. I placed the phone back on the nightstand, my heart pounding in my chest. I heard the bathroom door open. Nikita emerged, her face calm, her eyes meeting mine with a cool, indifferent gaze.

“Everything alright?” she asked, her voice casual.

“Fine,” I replied, my voice stiff.

She walked past me, picked up her phone, and glanced at the screen. A flicker of something – satisfaction? – crossed her face. I wanted to scream, to confront her, to demand answers. But I couldn’t. I was trapped in a strange, twisted game, a game. I was both the victim and a willing participant.

That night, as we lay in bed, the silence was thick with unspoken tension. I could feel her body beside me, warm and inviting yet very far from my reach. I imagined her with Lucky, their bodies mixed, their whispers filling the air. A strange sense of arousal washed over me.

I wanted to watch, to witness their passion, to feel the sting of humiliation, the thrill of the forbidden. I was a cuckold, and I was beginning to crave the very thing that destroyed me.

The next morning, we packed our bags and headed back to Delhi. I was relieved. The trip, despite its bad ending, had been a strange sort of release. I had confronted my darkest desires. Though the reality was far more disturbing than the fantasy, it had also been strangely inspiring.

Returning to our apartment’s familiar walls, I tried to put the events of Manali behind me. I focused on work, burying myself in spreadsheets and reports, trying to drown out the memories that haunted me.

Nikita, meanwhile, seemed to have retreated further into herself. Her phone was a constant companion, her smiles reserved for the screen.

One evening, as I was preparing dinner, Nikita received a call. It was Lucky. He was in Delhi. He had decided to invest in her school and wanted to meet us. My heart sank. I knew this was just the beginning.

The meetings surprised me. They were very professional, like normal business meetings. Lucky talked about money and plans, and Nikita discussed school things. They acted so normal that I started to wonder if I was wrong.

Maybe Manali was just a one-time thing, a mistake. They seemed so proper now. I even thought maybe I was imagining things.

Lucky, ever the charmer, offered to introduce Nikita to other potential investors. He spoke of networking events, conferences, and exclusive gatherings. Nikita’s eyes lit up with ambition and a hint of something else – gratitude. Perhaps even affection?

The weeks that followed were a blur of meetings, presentations, and late-night phone calls. Nikita was consumed by her work, and her energy was focused on building her dream. I watched from the sidelines, a silent observer. My role was reduced to that of a supportive husband.

Months went by, and the school project went really well. I was invited to their meetings. They decided to build the school far away, in Noida, which showed how serious they were. They bought the land and started building. They said the school would be finished in a year, which made me both hopeful and worried.

Nikita and I started to get along better. We talked more and smiled at each other. The distance between us seemed to reduce. I enjoyed these normal moments, hoping we could go back to how we were. I felt happy and hopeful that we were fixing our relationship.

Time passed, and life felt normal again. We ate together, watched TV, and joked around. I started to relax, thinking everything was fine. The bad memories from Manali seemed less important.

Nikita changed a lot. She went to the gym every day and ate very carefully. She wanted to look her best. She started to wear nicer clothes and put on more makeup.

Her body became strong and toned. She looked even more attractive than before. She walked with confidence, and people noticed her. She became very, very sexy.

We even started being intimate again, but it was gentler now. I thought we were getting closer. Nikita was sweet and caring.

The school project was going well. I liked seeing their progress. Nikita and Lucky seemed to be working together very well.

One night, we were eating dinner, and suddenly, my phone buzzed. I didn’t want to be interrupted. I looked at the screen quickly and saw that I had been added to a new group chat. The name of the chat was “Your Desire,” which was strange and confusing.

Nikita saw me looking at my phone and asked what the notification was about. She looked curious as if she wanted to know what was happening. I didn’t want to tell her the truth because the group chat name was so weird.

So, I paused for a moment, trying to think of something to say. Then, I told her a small, weak lie. I said it was just a friend messaging me. I tried to make it sound casual like it wasn’t a big deal.

Once dinner was over, Nikita settled into her usual post-meal work routine. I found myself drawn back to the strange notification. It was just Lucky and me in the group. There was no option to type or respond, making it clear that this was a one-way channel, a place for Lucky to deliver messages directly to me.

Moments later, another buzz came, and a notification signalled a new message. A video file appeared on the screen. My heart sank, a cold fear washing over me. I hesitated for a moment, my finger hovering over the play button. Then, with a deep breath, I pressed play.

The video began, and the familiar scene from Manali unfolded before my eyes. It was a replay of the night when I was peeking from the balcony window, the night I had secretly spied on Nikita and Lucky.

Moments later, my phone kept buzzing loudly, breaking the quiet. The group chat was sending tons of pictures meant to shock me. I watched, horrified, as my screen filled with photos of Nikita. They were trying to destroy the normal life I thought we had.

Some pictures were just her in underwear, which usually wouldn’t be a big deal. But now, they felt like he was mocking me, showing me he was intimate with my wife.

Then came the naked pictures, taken in our bathroom. Even worse, some were taken in our bedroom, right where we used to be close. Knowing she took them so close to me made me feel completely violated.

Every picture felt like a deliberate attack, showing me how helpless I was. They weren’t just pictures. They were like weapons, hurting my sense of safety and who I am. They showed me how humiliated I was and how she was breaking all the rules of our relationship.

I wanted to yell at her. I was so angry. But I couldn’t move or speak. I also felt a weird, shameful excitement, making my dick hard, which made me hate myself more. I hid the chat, trying to pretend it didn’t happen.

But the pictures kept coming, every day, in the hidden chat. Then came the videos. I watched, angry and excited. Nikita was sucking on a dick while looking straight at the camera like she was showing me how skilled she was.

Then, the videos of her being pounded by Lucky started to arrive. Doggy style, missionary, riding on top, each position a deliberate display of her showing off and my cuckoldry.

The videos escalated, growing increasingly explicit. Nikita is sucking on the dick of two men simultaneously. Multiple men, a strange movie of my fall, pounded her.

Now, the realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t just about Lucky anymore. This was something bigger, something darker. Nikita was involved with multiple men. They were documenting their encounters, sharing them with me, taunting me with my powerlessness.

My stomach twisted with a mix of anger and a perverse sense of excitement. I wanted to confront Nikita, but I did not dare to do so. What did I start to do next? I would fuck her in the same position she was fucked in the video. I would make her suck my dick.

To my surprise, she was no longer denying my requests. I had started to treat her like a sex object, and she would do everything I asked. I had started to accept this new reality, this new version of myself and Nikita, this new relationship. I thought there was nothing more that could surprise me.

But I was wrong. The real surprise came when I received a link to download a 2-hour movie. It was after Nikita went on a business trip. At first, I was curious about what it could be. But when I downloaded and opened the file, I was shocked. It was a video of Nikita, naked, with three men.

I immediately recognized all of them. It was Lucky. The land developer who sold the land for the school. His name was Atik. Another investor that Lucky introduced to Nikita was Ashwin. Each face a betrayal, each body a weapon used to further my humiliation.

Nikita was naked, kneeling, surrounded by three naked men. She moved from one man to the next, sucking each of their dicks in turn. The scene then shifted to them taking turns pounding her pussy.

While one man was inside her, the others explored her body, their hands and mouths moving over her skin. They were playing with her breasts. Fingering her ass hole.

I was on the edge of my chair when I saw that one of them had placed his dick on the entrance of her ass hole. “Don’t tell me she allowed them to take her anal virginity?” I thought to myself.

But then I saw the dick slide easily in her ass hole. They took turns and pounded her ass. While I had loosened my pants and my hard dick in my hands. They took turns and fucked her like a slut. At one point, she was fucked in all three holes simultaneously.

Atik was fucking her pussy while Ashwin was fucking her ass hole, and Lucky was fucking her mouth. They engaged in various sexual positions, with Nikita appearing lost and excited. It was a clear display of a side of her sexuality that I had never witnessed.

Her entire body was covered with love bites. The video ended with her experiencing multiple orgasms as each of the men cum inside her filling her pussy. The cum of three different men was oozing out of my wife’s pussy and asshole.

I closed the file, my hands shaking. The reality of the situation was far more explicit, far more degrading, than anything I had ever imagined. It wasn’t just betrayal. It was a calculated act of exhibitionism, a deliberate display of my wife’s sexuality.

I replayed the video again and again, analyzing every detail, every moan, every touch. I was searching for answers, for a way to understand what had driven her to this. Was it revenge? A desperate attempt to reclaim her lost sense of self? Or was it something darker, something more primal?

Regardless of the reason, a twisted, undeniable thrill was rushing through me.

That night, when Nikita returned from her trip, the house felt tense. I met her in the hallway and, without a word, stripped her naked. I could see her body covered with the marks of a love bite. I pushed her onto the couch, and she didn’t resist.

I pressed my hard dick against her ass hole, expecting her to stop me, but she remained still. Instead, my dick slid effortlessly into her tight, warm ass hole. It felt amazing, a raw, forbidden pleasure. I was lost in the sensation, the tightness of her, the heat of her.

My only regret was the premature release, the climax arriving too quickly, too soon, leaving me wanting more.

The next morning, Nikita acted like nothing had happened. She made breakfast, talked about the school, and even asked about my day. It was like we were back to normal, but I knew we weren’t.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the video, about her with those men. It was like a movie playing in my head over and over. I wanted to ask her about it, but I was afraid of what she would say.

Days turned into weeks, and the videos kept coming. They were getting more and more extreme. I saw things I never thought I would see my wife do. And with each video, a strange feeling grew inside me. It was a mix of anger, shame, and dark excitement.

One evening, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I waited until Nikita was in the shower, and then I grabbed her phone. I opened the chat with Lucky.

There were new messages, even more explicit than before. They were talking about their next meeting and how they couldn’t wait to be together. They even mentioned me, calling me “the watcher” and “the cuck.”

I felt a wave of rage wash over me. I wanted to destroy something, to hurt someone. But then, I noticed a new video in her phone gallery. My hands shook as I pressed play.

This video was different. It was a close-up, focusing on Nikita’s face. She was looking directly at the camera, her eyes filled with a strange mix of desire and defiance. She whispered my name, and then she said, “This is for you, Amit.”

The video showed her with Ashwin, doing things I can’t even describe. It was like she was performing for me, showing me exactly what she was doing.

I closed the phone, my heart pounding. I felt sick but also strangely alive. It was like she was giving me a part in their game, making me a part of their twisted world.

That night, I didn’t sleep. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the video playing in my mind. I knew I had to do something, but I didn’t know what.

The next morning, I woke up with a strange sense of calm. I knew what I had to do. I was going to play their game, but I was going to play it my way.

I started small. I changed my work schedule, staying out later and coming home at odd hours. I wanted Nikita to wonder, to feel a moment of the doubt I’d been living with. I started dressing differently, buying clothes I knew she’d find attractive but also slightly different. I wanted to see if she noticed if she cared.

At first, she seemed ignorant. Focusing on the school, her meetings with Lucky, and others, she barely noticed my changes. But I carried on. I started leaving deceptive hints – a lingering scent of a new cologne, a receipt for a late-night drink at a bar she didn’t know, a casual mention of a ‘new friend’ at work.

One evening, as we were having dinner, she finally noticed. “You seem different lately,” she said, her voice casual but her eyes sharp. “Are you alright?”

“Just trying new things,” I replied, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. “Trying to live a little.”

She narrowed her eyes but didn’t press further. I could see a flicker of unease in her gaze, and it gave me a strange sense of satisfaction.

I began to use the “Your Desire” group chat to my advantage. I started sending Lucky personal messages, cryptic and suggestive. I described fantasies, scenarios, and things I wanted to see Nikita do. I knew he was watching, reading, and I wanted him to know I was watching too.

In one message, I described a scene in detail: Nikita, blindfolded, tied to our bed, waiting. I fuck her, and then you guys join us, and all this would be recorded. I didn’t know if they would do it, but I wanted to see if they would.

The next day, I came home early. The apartment was quiet. I went to the bedroom, and there she was, just as I had described. Blindfolded, tied to the bed. A wave of emotions washed over me: anger, excitement, a strange sense of control.

I removed her blindfold, and her eyes met mine. There was no fear, no shame, only a cold, calculating look. It was as if she was challenging me, daring me to act.

“You like this, don’t you?” she said, her voice low and husky. “You like watching.”

I didn’t answer. I untied her, and she stood up, her body bare, her eyes never leaving mine. She smiled and walked towards the bathroom. For some reason, her body became more sexy.

I followed her and found her phone standing up on the counter, recording. She turned to me and gave me a small, almost predatory smile.

“Let’s give them a show, shall we?” she said.

The air in the bathroom was wrapped with a charged anticipation. Nikita’s phone, standing against the tiled wall, recorded our every move. The shower was on, the drop of water covering our bodies. We were standing.

I was holding one of her legs up and my dick exploring the deepest, warmest part of her tight wet pussy.

I was lost in pleasure when a sudden knock echoed through the small space of the bathroom. Nikita’s eyes flickered to the door, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Come in,” she purred, her voice laced with a seductive invitation.

The bathroom door swung open, revealing Lucky, Atik and Ashwin. They entered with an air of casual confidence, their eyes immediately drawn to Nikita’s naked body.

A wave of heat flushed through me, a mix of satisfaction and perverse excitement. This was a new level of sin, a blurring of lines I hadn’t imagined.

“Join us,” Nikita said, her voice a low, husky command.

Without hesitation, they removed their clothes, their eyes never leaving Nikita’s sexy, curvy body. The small bathroom suddenly felt cramped, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Lucky stepped forward, his eyes locked on mine, a silent acknowledgement of the twisted relationship between us. He reached out, his hand tracing the curve of Nikita’s hip, escaping a soft moan from her lips.

The other men followed him. Their touch was both possessive and explorative. Atik’s lips found Nikita’s lips, and Ashwin played with her breasts. Lucky was between her legs and licking the delicate folds of her wet pussy. I stood there watching them play with her like she belonged to them.

Nikita was moved among them. They were playing with her body like they owned it, her moans filling the room. It was now or never. I could be the spectator and watch them play with my wife’s body, or I could join them.

Before I could make a decision, the scene shifted, moving from the confines of the bathroom to the larger space of the bedroom. The three of them followed, their movements managed, a silent choreography of desire. I finally decided to join them.

The bedroom became a stage, the bed a platform for our shared performance. Nikita’s sexy body was our instrument, and we were the artist who was playing with her body.

One by one, we took turns pounding her tight, wet pussy, filling her with our seed. The others sat around the bed, enjoying the spectacle with glasses of scotch. They had prepared everything beforehand, anticipating the night’s events. A camera was standing in the corner, recording everything.

Soon, it was my turn. A wave of nervousness washed over me, a fear that I wouldn’t be able to perform, that I would give in to the pressure. Sensing my hesitation, Ashwin walked towards me, offering a glass of scotch mixed with something.

“Take it,” he whispered, his voice laced with a knowing amusement. “It will help you last the entire night. After all, it’s a long night.”

I looked at him with gratitude, then gulped the entire glass in one breath. The alcohol coursed through me, fueling my desire. Finally, it was my turn. The effects of the drug were kicking in. I pounded her in front of everyone and filled her already cum-filled pussy with my own.

Afterwards, we all took turns playing with Nikita’s body. I watched, a silent observer, as they explored every inch of her, the lines between participant and spectator blurring into a haze of forbidden pleasure.

The night unfolded like a dark, erotic dream, a performance staged for my consumption. The room was filled with the sounds of moans and gasps. The rhythmic thud of bodies against the mattress, the air thick with the scent of sweat, arousal, and a hint of something darker, something more primal.

All three of them moved with a practised ease, their bodies intertwined with Nikita’s, their movements a display of raw, animalistic desire. I found myself engaged with them, a strange mix of hatred and obsession swirling within me.

The night was a blur of bodies, moans, and release. Nikita’s body was used and enjoyed by everyone, and each of us left our mark on her by filling all her tight, warm holes.

That night, I understood the true nature of our twisted game. I was not just a cuckold, a passive observer. I was a participant, a willing player in this dark drama. I was sharing my wife, not with strangers, but with men who were now a part of our shared reality.

Three years had passed since that night. Nikita is still our plaything, the object of our shared desires. Others had joined our circle. I am a part of it, too, a willing participant.

We are still a married couple. The school was a success, generating a massive revenue. Money was no longer a concern for me. Yet, I found myself desiring an escape, a way out of this self-made prison. Maybe a vacation.

Surprisingly, I found myself in the same hotel where it all began, sitting at the same table, in the same spot where Lucky had sat that fateful night. I sipped my drink, staring out the window at the darkness, the memories swirling around me like a haunting melody.

Then, I noticed a newly married couple walking in, their faces flushed with the innocent excitement of their honeymoon. I observed the curves of the newlywed with a knowing smile, a thrilling anticipation of what might await them.

THE END

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