MDMA Gangbang

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PRIYA'S MDMA GANGBANG (the last story in the book, in 35 parts...)


ONE

Now this is a story about me and Priya going to Thailand for our honeymoon, and you might think of course I fucked a lot of prostitutes, and that's where this story is going, but no, not at all.

I mean, yes, I did have a threesome or four, and a few relaxing massages that involved my penis getting sucked, but all that stuff I did on the hush-hush, and it's not the kind of thing I'd promote or condone in any text going out with my name on it, even with a funky nom de porn.

So instead this a story is about my wife, Priya, and as you might get from the title it tells of her getting fucked by a few guys at once in a torrid gangbang, the kind of thing that got cum stains all over her beach sarong. So if you've got any problems with that I recommend you stop reading now, because things are about to get weird.

TWO

If you're still here then maybe you read another story I wrote about me and my then fiancée, Priya's Education, but if not I'll bring you up to speed.

Priya and I work in tech. We're young, affluent, and very much in love. But Priya hadn't dated much before me, and so when I proposed she agreed on one condition – that she get to ***** with another guy first, just to broaden her horizons. We went to Vegas and she hooked up with two guys at once, plus me, for a full on mini-gangbang affair. It was a lot of fun, and we both got some things out of our system, at least for a while.

Now a little about Priya, so can paint a picture in your head. She's dark skinned, medium height, slim but full figured, in the sense that she's got tits and ass, but a well-toned body with a slender waist. She does yoga, jogs, eats right and takes care of herself.

We both do.

We have nice lives and want to live a long time.

We had this big family wedding, a lot of traditions and photos. Then a few days later, after we'd recovered, we got on a plane and flew to Thailand. We had the whole thing set up for the start and end of the trip, but a week in the middle to keep our options open. Which in our case meant going to an island, taking *****, and having lots of sex.

No biggie – a lot of folk do it these days. Like I said, we had a lot of fun in Vegas that time, and I often thought about Priya getting spit-roasted when we were in bed.

So, that's the set-up. We got married and went on honeymoon, and I'll start the dialogue and everything in the next scene, which is us on the airplane – first class, of course – ******** champagne and enjoying smoked salmon off real plates. We felt pretty good about ourselves, and happy to be starting the rest of our lives together, and this is where the story really begins.

THREE

We'd met an interesting guy in the VIP lounge – dreadlocks and tie-dye, cargo pants and Birkenstocks. But he had $, you could see from his watch and devices, the easy way he settled into it all.

Now tech is full of types like that, and I thought maybe I knew him, and if not maybe I should.

"Hi," I said, and told him my name and where I worked. "Did we meet at that retreat last year?"

He smiled.

"Maybe," he said, "I've played a few of those."

"Played?"

"Yeah," he put out his hand, and I shook it, "My name's Dave Milken, but maybe you know me as DJ Deep Lust."

I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Sorry," I said, "doesn't ring a bell. Haven't been dancing for years, to be honest."

He nodded.

"Yeah, I get it. I get hired to play some events and I don't think anyone knows who I am, but it's all cool. Pays well, and I get to meet some interesting people. Where you off to?"

"Thailand, honeymoon."

"Me too. Vacation, plus a party."

"They fly you out for that?"

"Not really. Got a friend who bought a beach out there. Put up all new huts and cabins, VIP place in the hills, opened it last summer. Been meaning to check it out some time, and he asked me to come over and put on a full moon show. No flights, but free accommodation, and...well, it's not for the money."

I'd heard about full moon parties, but wanted to know more. Dave told me it was a simple deal – you go to an island, the cops are paid off, and there's a big party on the beach where everyone takes ***** and dances their asses off. I told him I was interested, but I'd have to clear it with Priya first, and he gave me his card and told me to get in touch if it happened.

"There's good accommodation," he said, "it's not cheap, but I know you can afford it. Just let me know and you can get it booked. Even get a helicopter from the mainland."

That's how it all began.

FOUR

We were on the plane when I told Priya about the party, because I wanted this guy to set things up when we landed in Bangkok, if my new wife agreed.

"Drugs," she said, in whisper, "in Thailand? Is it safe?"

"I think so. The guy said they pay off the cops – it's a big tourist thing. Said we can fly in, stay in a nice cabin, get a driver to and from the beach. His buddy owns it. It's all cool."

"It's as safe as that thing in the desert?"

"Burning Man? Yeah, I don't see why not."

"And, well," she lowered her voice even more, "do you think there'll be a lot of sex at this place too?"

"I think it's more music and dancing. It could be a lot of fun, and if not, we're still on a beautiful island, and we can go back to the cabin any time we want."

"I hope so," she said, holding my arm. "I mean, this is our honeymoon."

I kissed her.

I loved her.

"Of course," I said, "just wait till we get off this flight."

Priya put a hand on my thigh and her lips against my ear.

"Why wait until then?"

FIVE

Now I should say here that I don't consider myself that sexually adventurous, which may seem odd coming from a man who once wrote about fucking his fiancée with two other guys and is now working on a story about a ********** gangbang in Thailand, but that's not who I am, not really, and I don't think it's who my wife is either. We don't go to swinging parties, don't even watch porn together. We're vanilla, most of the time, but when we go on vacation something seems to get in Priya, and I like it.

Turned out she had a whole plan for this sex in the air deal, and it wasn't just a skirt with no panties. No, she was going to start weeping, sobbing uncontrollably, then get up and go to the bathroom, turning back to look at me and saying "I can't believe he's dead." I was going to stand up, apologize to those nearby, and say she'd just got some bad news.

Then I'd go to the bathroom, knock on the door, talk softly, and she'd let me in.

She figured we'd have five minutes, tops, before anyone started getting suspicious.

"Here you are," she said, handing me a condom, and then she screwed up her face and started to cry.

SIX

I knocked on the door, the eyes of everyone in the cabin burning into my back.

"Are you OK, dear?"

Silence.

I knocked again.

The door opened, and she pulled me inside.

We kissed, and then she turned around, hitched up her skirt, and bent over as best she could, while I pulled down my pants, tore open the condom, rolled it down my cock and slipped into Priya.

She must have been looking forward to this a lot, because as soon as I got in there she started moaning like she was going to cum. I put one hand on her ass and the other reached around to cover her mouth, stop her from screaming, and then fucked her as hard as I could, my own teeth clenched to keep from yelling.

Sure, we made some noise, but mostly it sounded like sobbing, I think, and Priya put a hand down to rub her clit and when I could feel her cunt tighten I closed my eyes and saw her getting fucked by those guys in Vegas again, and how all three of us came on her face. That's what pushed me over the edge, the flash image of my wife smiling with other men's jizz all over her, and begging me to add more.

I came just as she did, and we held each other and trembled, then I pulled out, folded the condom in a paper towel and threw it in the bowl. Both of cleaned up with more towels and then flushed them all away, washed our hands and came out with nervous smiles.

An air steward was standing there, a look of concern on his face.

"Are you OK? Can I get you anything?"

"Well," said Priya, regaining her composure as I scratched my nuts, "this is our honeymoon. Could we have some champagne?"

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SEVEN

We had to change planes in Hong Kong, and met up with DJ Dave in the lounge again and told him we were in the for helicopter/ hill retreat/ all you can ***** and **** VIP deal. He said he'd send an email with the payment details and everything else when he got to his hotel.

"Thanks, man," I said, "we're really looking forward to it."

"Hey, no problem, just drop my name if your boss needs a DJ some time."

"Sure," I said, and we shook hands.

"Maybe we'll see you at the party?" Priya said.

Dave smiled and shook his head.

"It's big, there's a lot of people, but before and after, sure. You can tell me how my set went."

When we arrived in Bangkok he went through passport control first, and when we got through he had disappeared into the city.

The next time we met he was about to fuck my wife.

EIGHT

We touched down in the afternoon, got a limo to the hotel, checked-in, unpacked, had some food and ***** sent up, and ate while checking our emails.

We had the details of the party, and I paid online and that was that.

It had been a long flight, and Priya just wanted to take a shower and go to *****, wake up early and get onto the local time, but I felt like exploring.

By the time I was out of the shower she was already in bed, very drowsy, so I kissed her, got dressed, and told her I was going out to look around and eat some more.

"We've got room service," she said, "why not stay here with me?"

"Come on," I said, "I've been sitting down for 20 hours. I want to stretch my legs, maybe get some street food and a beer. I'll be a couple of hours, tops, and you'll be a***** in a couple of minutes."

She gave a weak smile.

"OK, dear. Have fun."

I picked up my wallet and left the room, a spring in my step and love in my heart.

This was going to be a great honeymoon.


NINE

If you've ever been to Bangkok you'll know the heat and chaos on the streets, the color and the action. It wasn't my first trip, so I knew what to do. I walked a few blocks until I saw a massage place with some hot women lounging in the storefront, went in, made my choice, then went upstairs and got my cock sucked by two of them at the same time.

I got back to the hotel a little after 9 and Priya was in bed, online and having trouble ********. I gave her a ******** pill, took two myself, washed them down with beer, then undressed, had another shower, got in bed.

I started dozing fast, but Priya wanted to talk.

"Hey, we're in Thailand, right? Shouldn't we have an adventure?"

"Sure. You want to ride an elephant?"

"No, silly. I think you should ***** with a prostitute, of course, as long as you take precautions."

I kept my eyes closed and feigned more drowsiness than I was feeling. Did she know what I'd just done?

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, but I want something in return."

"What?"

"Well, what do you think about me fucking that David man when we're on the island, if he wants to? I mean, I've never been with an African American."


TEN

The next few days were spent doing tourist things in Bangkok – seeing the sights, taking some cooking classes, visiting the markets, eating great food, and getting massages.

Priya got her daily rubdowns in the hotel spa, while I went out for adventures in seedier joints and paid for and fucked two women a day, just because I could. My wife just asked if I'd had fun and been careful, which I did and was, so it was all cool, as long as I could still get her off whenever she wanted.

After all, it was our honeymoon, and we did have an agreement, and she was going to fuck this Dave guy out on the island, even if he didn't know it. For all we knew it wouldn't happen. Maybe he had a girlfriend out there, or he was gay, or – and this seemed unlikely, given Priya was a solid 8 on waking – he had no interest in screwing my wife.

But to be honest, I hoped he did, and I hoped he was cool with us both double-teaming her, because I really wanted to fuck Priya when she was rolling on ecstasy, and I wanted to cum in her ass.

ELEVEN

We flew out to the island by helicopter, and the landing pad was up in the hills, looking out over a beautiful bay, in a compound with a main house, where Dave was, a bungalow, which was ours, and a cinderblock shack for the staff. A guy came out and helped us with our bags, showed us the cabin then took us to the pool to meet Dave, who was lazing under a sunshade with a book and a joint, ******** something out of a pineapple.

"Glad you could make it," he said, "should be a great night, just sorry you can't stay longer."

"Me too," Priya said, shrugging her shoulders, "but there's so much more to see."

"I hear you. Wish everyone was as busy, in fact. Got a couple of guys I met in Bangkok staying with me. Slackers are still in bed. Done nothing all week but ***** and get high. Now I've got to test the sound system, and then I'll get something to eat down there, but if I don't see you later we should hang out after the show. And yes, before I forget, there's a package for you, just take a look in the fridge. Red Tupperware, can't miss it."

"Thanks," I said, "what is it?"

He smiled and handed me the joint.

"Some weed, some mushrooms, and pills. Best MDMA in Asia. I'm on a bit now, and it's great."

"Goodness, thanks," said Priya, "how much do we owe you?"

Dave smiled even more, and I knew then he was open to fucking her.

"Don't worry. You already paid. It comes with the place. It all does. I'm telling you, one day this'll be the best resort in Thailand."



TWELVE

Now I'm not going to tell you about the music and *****, as I know some people have a problem with the latter, and I don't want to encourage any risky or illegal behavior, even though, as I may have said before, and will again later, psychedelics have helped me a lot. Anyway, to summarize what I couldn't explain, Priya and I had a lot of fun, felt we stayed safe, and hugged a lot.

It was different to how I remembered – we were dancing on sand, not in a club – but the MDMA was great, and we took some more around 2am, and then some more at 4 or so, along with a pinch or two of dried mushrooms. So when we were sitting on the beach, watching the sun come up, ******** bottled water and feeling the love, it was a quick decision to call our driver and have him come down and then take us back to the hills.

It had been a long night, and we still felt good, but wanted to make love before the final come down and crash.

That's where we are in this story – Priya and I kind of wasted but on an even keel, with some ecstasy, shrooms and weed still knocking around in our systems, going back to fuck our brains out, fully legal in the Eyes of the Lord.

The driver came down from the compound. He didn't seem shocked by the state we were in, just smiled and said good morning.

We were in the backseat, holding hands, tingles of electricity running between us, when Priya lent in and whispered.

"I hope that black guy's there, dear, I really do. After all, you fucked a lot of whores."

THIRTEEN

Now I didn't think Dave would be there, not with him being the DJ and all, but it turned out he'd taken a little too much acid the previous evening, before the party even started, freaked out and decided to stay back and ride it out, sending off his guests, a couple of tourists called Liam and John, down to the beach with instructions.

"I told them to turn on the computer, stick in the USB, load the playlist, and hit 'play.'"

He was chilling by the pool with a beer, down off the acid but up on something else, and laughing as he told us the story.

"That's all there is to it?" I said.

"Yes and no. There's the mix, which is a good one, and they've got to time it right, press 'play' at the right time or line it up as best."

"Why?" said Priya, going over and sitting next to him, picking up a joint from the table and hitting it, passing it to me. She took off her Thai sarong wrap and was just standing there in a bikini, absent-mindedly stroking her thighs, smiling like you wouldn't believe.

Dave was happy too, looking my wife up and down like he wanted to eat her.

"Got to sync it with the sunrise," he said, ignoring me. "That's what you remember, right, and then the chill out after."

"Yes," Priya said, squatting down so her face was level with Dave's crotch and putting a hand out to touch it. "However can we thank you for all this?"



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."

...to be continued...

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 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.

...to be continued below...

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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