” How could I refuse?I started rubbing the ice cubes on her calves and then I looked into her eyes and we locked gazes. She put her hands around my ...eck and rubbed the back of my neck. I kissed her full lips. We locked tongues. I rubbed her thighs and she ran her fingers through my hair. I reached under her top and pitched her nipples really hard. God, they were like honey kisses. Her skin had a smooth perfect texture and her big brown eyes exuded innocence which she hankered for me to take it. Ours was an arranged marriage and I had met Satish just once before saying yes.He was handsome,tall and now I knew starkly resembled his father.We were travelling from Agra ,heading towards Lucknow a distance of 360-370 kms and naturally given the settings the journey seemed getting even longer.The three men keeping quiet in the presence of a bride in the car.My Husband seemed to be fast asleep tired by previous night's rituals ,so was my father in law.Even i was tired,but even more tiring was. With each delightful thrust from each man’s hard cock, the woman who stepped into that apartment the earlier that morning had transformed into someone else. Like a caterpillar emerging from its chrysalis, metamorphosing into an unrecognisable beautiful, slutty butterfly. It had always been inside her to become the person stood in that bathroom, even if she didn’t recognise herself in that moment.I guess I should take you back. Our sexy butterfly was a Twenty-Eight-year-old, English woman called. Main jawan ho chuka tha aur meri umar 18 saal ki ho gayi thi. Mera kad 6 feet aur badan kafi balisht tha, rang sanwla aur main dikhne mein handsome tha. Maine college mein kadam rakha to meri nazar ek ladki par padi jissko dekh kar meri duniya hi badal gayi. Uska maan Ankita tha aur vo gazab ki haseen thi. Sab se adhik akarshit karne wala usske sharir ka hissa uske boobs aur butt thay. Ankita ke chutad bhare huye, gol gol aur chuchi 38 DD ki thi. Rang gora. Pehli nazar mein hum ek dusre ko dil.