Priya's MDMA Honeymoon Gangbang

New story by PB Rider - a couple on honeymoon in Thailand go to a full moon party, take MDMA, and the wife ends up in a gangbang. See the start and get the rest The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!, without any layout issues, and the pre-gangbang fuck scene is below:

FOURTEEN
"Wait, aren't you on your honeymoon?"
"Yes. Yes, we are." Priya started rubbing this guy's groin and waking up what looked like a big cock through his shorts. "And I want it to be a memorable experience, and you helped make it one, so now I'd like to suck your cock."
Then she turned to me, "this is all true, isn't it dear?"
"Yeah," I said, "it's all true, and it's all really happening."
"Yes," Priya said, "it's all really happening. Anyway, my husband here has already had sex with a lot of women, and now I want to have sex with you, if that's OK. I mean, I like you and, well, I've never been with a black man. You understand how that might appeal?"
"Yeah," Dave said, his cock now sticking up in his shorts, and my wife's hands all over it, "I can see that."
"Well," she said, "how about it?"
The guy took a long draw on a joint, sipped his beer, and slowly exhaled.
"Let me get this straight, because I'm kind of tripping, and I guess you are too. You want to have sex with me, in front of your husband?"
"Yes," Priya said, "that's the idea, although maybe we should go inside."
Dave turned to me.
"You cool with that?"
"Yeah," I said, "why not? I had fun in Bangkok."
"OK," he said, "Let's go inside and get acquainted."

FIFTEEN
We padded to the main house and into the living room, full of bamboo, wickerwork and cushions, some music playing on tall speakers, mirrors and vases set around the place. Modern Asian cool, much the same in California or the Far East – rich people's idea of simplicity.
Dave stopped and looked around.
"How we gonna do this?"
"Well," my wife said, "how about we cuddle first, and then I suck your cock, and see where that goes?"
"Cool, but you," Dave was talking to me, "you're not going to try and fuck me, right?"
"Don't worry. Maybe our cocks will touch inside my wife but – "
Dave put up his hand and nodded.
"That's OK, man, happens. I've got stories."
"Well, then," Priya said, untying her bikini top and letting her round, brown tits bounce free, "let's get another one started. Now show me that big black cock I was feeling."
Dave pushed down his shorts and kicked them off, stood up with his dick pointing to the ceiling, the head some way above his belly button.
I'm not going to lie – this guy had a nice cock. Long, thick and kind of woody, darker than the rest his body, and with shaved balls that made it clear he was used to getting them sucked.
Well, now he was going to rail my wife, another notch on his bedpost, but first she was going to blow him.
I sat down in an armchair a few yards away, as Priya stepped forward into Dave's arms and they kissed, made out like that a while, his dick rubbing up against her.
I lit a joint and took a big hit, coughed.
"Hey," I said, "can I get a beer or something?"
"Sure," said Dave, his hands on Priya's tits as she stroked his sack and shaft, gazing up with full-on MDMA love in her eyes. "Mi casa es su casa."
He nodded to a doorway and I went through into the kitchen, still holding that joint, opened the fridge and grabbed three beers, a big bottle of water, and some towels from a pile of clean laundry, because I was sure we were going to make mess.
I was high was fuck, and I think I'd only been gone a minute or so, but went I back into the room Dave was sitting down and Priya was already on her knees blowing him, her tongue on the head of his dick and her warm tits hanging down by his balls.
"Oh, hi, dear," she said when I came in and handed this DJ guy a bottle, "I had to start without you. This is such a lovely cock."
I sat down, twisted the cap off the beer, took a sip, put the joint in an ashtray, then took off my shorts and grabbed my dick.
It was time to get this party started.

SIXTEEN
The way it was set up I was sitting so my wife could look ahead and see me, maintain a good connection as she made love to this long, thick black pole with her mouth.
That was the theory, at least, but in practice Priya didn't look at me, keeping her eyes on Dave's cock, seeming to marvel at the size of it, the girth and the blackness, so unlike my own or either of the two other dicks she'd played with. She spent a long while working slowly from the tip to the sack, flicking her tongue over the head, then taking it in her mouth and drooling a little, making it shine. Then she kissed and licked her way down every inch, one hand reaching down in her bikini bottoms to touch herself, the other gently stroking Dave's thighs.
Finally she got right down to it, rubbed her face against that saggy nutsack and then started sucking this guy's balls, one after the other, as she jerked him off. He put his head back and moaned, loudly, and kept up the noise all the way through the rest of the blow job.
I just sat and watched, cock in hand but careful not to bring myself off, all on edge because of the ***** and the way my wife was ignoring me. Was she angry or something? Or maybe she was just high and kind of tripping too, lost in the moment, worshipping that dick and having a fantastic vacation.
I didn't blame her, she was having fun, but I wanted some attention too, and I thought she'd be happy with a cock in her pussy, so I walked over and tapped Priya on the shoulder.
"Come on, take your bikini off so I can fuck you."
She looked up at me, then opened her mouth so the balls popped out, ran her tongue all the way up Dave's pole, then kissed the head and smiled.
"Not yet, dear, I haven't made him cum yet."
"What?"
Priya looked at this guy we barely knew, the one she was choosing right now over me, and asked an innocent question.
"David, would you like to fuck my tits and cum in my face, and then – if that's OK with you – we can go to the bedroom and you both do me."
Dave smiled.
"Anything you want, doll."
He looked at me while stroking my wife's tits and hard nipples.
"That OK, man?"
I was too stunned to speak, trying to work out if I felt anything but bad, the MDMA keeping me from being disappointed.
"It OK," Priya said, repositioning herself and squeezing that big black cock between her breasts, "he's been fucking whores all week. He can wait a little longer."
"Fine," I said, "cool."
I sat down, relit the joint and sipped my beer. If this was how she wanted to play it, then she could suck a dick.
After all, it was our honeymoon.

SEVENTEEN
Priya bounced up and down with Dave's cock between her honey-brown tits, mouth open to try take in the few inches that kept popping out of her cleavage. There was plenty drool going on, too, so things were nice and wet, and she already looked sluttier than most of the girls I'd fucked in Bangkok, except the one with the tits.
Pretty soon Dave moaned and started letting out strange yelps, his muscles tensing and shoulders jerking. He grabbed my wife with two hands and pushed so his dick sprung out from her cleavage.
I thought he didn't want to cum too soon, but then when Priya got her lips around his pole again he bucked his hips and pulled her down by the hair, working himself deeper and faster into my wife's face. He was going to take this to the end and leave her a jizz-covered mess.
Priya was game, but the head of that big black cock must have hit her throat, because she gagged, pushed against Dave's knees until it popped out of her mouth. Then she held it sideways against her face and ran her tongue along the underside and up to the head, flicking in and out while jerking him off with one hand and tickling his dark balls with the other.
"Do it," she said, with thick spit on her lips, "I want to eat your cum."
The guy lost control there and then and started squealing, pulled his dick out of Priya's hands and stroked himself off to the end, ready to unload with the both barrels onto my wife's smiling, ********** face, and not one week into our honeymoon.
I knew then I'd fuck her ass like a savage.

EIGHTEEN
Priya kept her mouth open and the guy aimed the first shot in there. It bounced off her tongue and hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little, and the next shot hit her on the lips and nose. She squeezed her eyes shut and ****** a smile, and Dave emptied his balls on her face wherever he wanted, then aimed down at her full and heaving jugs.
Why not? He wasn't going to see us again, and how the else are you supposed to end a scene like this – with a tender kiss between the new guy and slut wife?
No, what happened here was Dave treated Priya like a rental after having taken full advantage of her mouth.
And what did she do with all this cum on her face, my loving wife?
She wiped it from her eyelids and licked her fingers clean, blinked at the light and looked down at the mess on her breasts.
She giggled, and ran her tongue out over her lips.
"That tastes amazing."
"That's my diet," Dave said, "pineapple and coconut water, chicken and rice. No tobacco, no coffee. Now show me how much you love it."
Priya was looking up at him rapt, on her knees, ignoring me with this still huge cock bobbing around in front of her, while this guy explained why his cum tasted so good, and why she couldn't get enough of it.
And it was true, it I must have been, because for all of Dave's obnoxious big talk my wife was loving the taste of his jizz. Cleaning herself up, rolling it around in her mouth and then swallowing it down, smacking her lips with a smile.
Nom, nom, nom.
If I hadn't known better I'd have said she was a small-town blow-job queen, paid by the mouthful.
But that was no Patpong party whore, that was my wife, and I liked the idea of fucking Priya with this guy's cum still on her, just no kissing.
"How do you want it?" I said, jerking off as I walked toward her, getting ready for my payback and reward.
"Later," she said, still licking her fingers, "I'm all sticky."
Dave pointed somewhere behind me.
"Bathroom's at the end of the hall."
My balls ached and my head swam with ***** and lust. I didn't like the way my wife was teasing me, but that was cool, it was all good, because then Dave could recover and we'd probably DP her, him playing anchor in her poontang as I broke new ground in her ass.
I like the tightness that comes from that, but most of all I like the panic in my wife's eyes when she's being nailed by two guys, cumming hard, overwhelmed. When she's a filthy whore, giving up to sex and loving it, with me there along for the ride and to shoot a load deep inside.
You do understand, don't you?
So while my wife was washing the cum off her face and getting ready to get fucked at both ends I went to the kitchen, found a banana and ate that, opened another beer and a bag of peanuts.
I wanted to make sure I had enough energy to fuck my stoned wife in the ass and make this a day to remember, but when I went back to the living room Priya still wasn't there, and Dave wasn't alone.
There were two more guys, both holding bottles of beer and sharing a joint, and I knew they'd want to fuck my wife too.
I just hoped she was going to be cool.

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