The Honeymoon
Copyright© 2026 by mahi.writer70
Chapter 3
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Latha is intertwined between her husband Arun and her lover Ramesh. Vinay and Geetha gets into this mess. How does their decision change what happens to them is what all this story is about.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Light Bond Indian Erotica
Geetha:
Friday afternoon was perfect, weather-wise: a little cloudy, with the sun slipping in and out. I was relieved that Vinay had managed to get into Latha and Ramesh’s room and retrieve all the hidden cameras without anyone else finding out we had set them up. We had two more days left in Goa, and I wanted to make the most of them. With Latha and Ramesh gone, I hoped Vinay and I could finally spend some quality time together.
To surprise Vinay, I had booked a couples’ Swedish and deep-tissue massage at the hotel spa. We were greeted by our massage therapists, Lizzie and John, and shown into a quiet room. We were the only ones there. After they stepped out, we undressed. Vinay looked surprised that I had undressed completely.
I climbed onto the massage table, and he came over, kissed me on the cheek, and gently helped cover my bottoms with a towel. Emboldened by what I had seen between Latha and Ramesh the previous evening, I had no qualms about being completely naked beneath the towel draped over my hips.
When John and Lizzie came in, Lizzie praised us, saying that not many Indian couples are comfortable being without clothes. She then explained that John was her husband and asked if it was okay for them to take off their spa uniforms. I said yes, and Vinay gave a thumbs-up.
Lizzie removed her uniform, revealing a light sky-blue string bikini with triangle-shaped top and bottom pieces. John took off his shirt and remained in just his shorts. John had chiseled six-pack abs. They were a sight to behold.
Lizzie’s figure was striking, and her bikini top barely contained her ample curves. Lizzie started working on Vinay while John worked on me. The pressure-point massage was heavenly and deeply relaxing. I could see that Vinay was enjoying it as well. It was sixty minutes of pure bliss. The heated stones and calming head massage left us both feeling refreshed, rebalanced, and more connected.
Before we realized it, the sixty minutes were up, and we thanked them both. John put his shirt back on and left first. Lizzie came over to me and helped me off the massage table. It was the first time I had been completely naked in front of anyone other than Vinay.
“You look so beautiful,” she said. Then she looked at Vinay and added, “You are a lucky guy. Cherish her.”
She gave me a hug, and I embraced her too.
I could see Vinay admiring the view. Lizzie put her uniform back on, and before leaving, she pointed to a door in the room and said they had a surprise behind it.
“It leads to Eden,” she said.
Even though the room had been booked for two hours, Lizzie told us to take our time, as there were no other reservations.
Opening the door led us outdoors, though the space was private and enclosed by tall walls. It was a spacious private garden under the open sky, with lush green foliage, two trees, and stone pebbles. A hammock was tied between the two trees.
Opening the door to Eden had triggered a stopwatch. I guessed it had been set up so guests could keep track of how much time they had spent there. There was a shower at one end of the garden and a Jacuzzi whirlpool on the other. The Jacuzzi had already been prepared for us.
Seeing me walk outside completely naked made Vinay visibly excited.
He held me from behind, kissing me and caressing me tenderly. I turned around, placed a towel on the floor, and lowered myself to my knees, giving myself to him with affection and trust. I took him in my mouth. With my tongue I played with his head, pulled back his foreskin, and pleasured him.
Vinay came heavily and I swallowed all his cum. He lifted me up and French kissed me. First time he was tasting his own cum. “Geetha, my love, my life,” he said.
Being together outdoors, in a place that felt almost open yet completely private, was unlike anything we had experienced before.
He then held my hand and led me to the Jacuzzi. The gentle water jets, combined with the rose water, heightened our senses and deepened the intimacy of the moment. We lingered in the warm water, touching and kissing each other.
After a while, Vinay guided me to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi. He kissed my thighs tenderly, and slowly opened my legs apart.
He leaned in, taking his time as he kissed and explored me slowly and steadily. He swirled his tongue all over the outside. Each passing second heightened the excitement, and the sensations he stirred in me grew more intense.
He slowly started going in deep with his tongue. I felt completely overwhelmed, lost in the moment, until my body responded in a way I had never experienced before. I squirted.
To my surprise, Vinay continued, and my body began to experience a level of arousal I had never felt before. I trembled with the intensity of it and lost myself completely in the moment. I started convulsing and came hard. It took me a while to realize that I had been holding his head tightly. I released him gently.
He looked up at me, smiling, his face a fluid mess was showing the intensity of what we had just shared. I smiled back and said, “I love you.” I slid back into the water and hugged and kissed him.
We got out of the Jacuzzi and walked around the private garden. We felt like Adam and Eve, completely free and lost in our own little paradise. Vinay told me that it was the best experience of his life.
There was a small shelf stocked with toiletries. It even had condoms and lubricant. Vinay looked at me and asked, “Are you open to a new adventure?”
I said yes.
He took the lubricant, squeezed a little onto his thumb, and gently began to massage my anus. Slowly inserting his thumb in and out of my anus. While we had talked about anal sex before, we had never attempted it.
Vinay then liberally applied the lubricant on his penis. It was glistening in the sunlight that dispersed through the clouds. He made me bend over, and slowly pushed in and started going in and out
Little by little, he moved in stretching me until he was all in. We were joined completely. He went back and forth. It was a new and unfamiliar sensation for both of us. I could tell Vinay was trying hard to hold back and stay in the moment with me. We moved together slowly for more than ten minutes, growing closer and more overwhelmed with each passing second.
I could feel that he was nearing the edge, and I was getting close too. Then, almost at the same time, we both gave in to the intensity of the moment. Still holding me close, he stayed with me, and for a while, neither of us wanted to move. Slowly with time I could feel his penis becoming smaller and smaller and finally plopping out of my anus. He turned me around embraced me and kissed me.
We both walked over to the shower and took our time soaping each other, using the handheld spray to rinse off. Then we gently toweled each other dry.
Naked as newborns, we lay together on the large hammock, snuggled close, my back against him and his arms wrapped around me. Slowly, we drifted into a short nap.
When we woke up, the sky had turned cloudy, though the sun was still out. I looked at the clock and realized that we had spent almost four hours in Eden. Eventually, we went back inside, got dressed, and left the spa room.
John and Lizzie were at the front desk. John gave Vinay a high-five. Lizzie smiled and asked, “How was the surprise? I hope you made the most of your time in Eden.”
We thanked them both and tipped them well. I went over to Lizzie, hugged her, and expressed our gratitude for what had been the best experience we had had at the resort so far.
Latha:
I was startled when I heard Arun calling my name at the airport and saw him approaching. I had told him that I would get home by myself, so why had he come there? Ramesh and I had just parted ways. Had Arun seen me hugging Ramesh?
Based on the way he spoke to me, I slowly relaxed, realizing that he had not seen anything.
Arun told me that I looked very tired, probably from working late into the night. I sheepishly nodded and said that I couldn’t wait to rest, recuperate, and relax over the weekend.
Throughout the car ride, he was unusually quiet, his eyes fixed on the crowded road. The traffic was hectic, with people weaving through on bicycles and crossing the roads randomly.
When we reached home, my mom opened the door. She shook her head disapprovingly and said, “You should not have gone back to work so soon after getting married. No one does that. If I were Arun, I would not have allowed you to.”
My dad was sitting on the sofa, reading a book. Arun went over to the dining table, poured himself a glass of water, and sat next to my dad.
I told my mom that the week had gone well and that it had been important for me to travel for work, as it could put me in line for an early promotion.
“We still have our whole lives ahead of us,” I said. “Arun is so understanding. He isn’t complaining, so I don’t know why you are making a face.”
Then I told her I would go change my clothes and come back.
After changing, I came out and made tea for my parents, Arun, and myself. My dad handed me his iPad and said that the wedding pictures were now available online. They were still working on the videos and the printed album.
There were so many albums from the different functions. I browsed through them, seeing countless faces. I could not place many of the faces in the pictures of Arun’s relatives and friends. I asked Arun about a few of them, and he told me who they were and their names. I told him that I might not remember them all.
I had not gone through many of the albums or pictures yet. There were so many that I mostly glanced through them, skipping several along the way. Arun remained mostly quiet and only answered when I asked who some of the people were.
Arun:
Deep inside the different albums were pictures of Geetha and Vinay. I wanted to see whether Latha would notice them and how she would react. I sat there quietly, watching as she swiped through the pictures. I could tell that she was moving through some of them hurriedly, especially the ones with my relatives and friends.
Whenever she came across pictures of her own relatives, she would show them to me and tell me who they were.
After about an hour, Latha said she was hungry and ready for dinner. She and her mom went into the kitchen to make dosas. Latha helped pour the batter onto the griddle to make dosa while her mom prepared onion chutney.
After dinner, Latha and her mom went to the guest bedroom, where all the wedding gifts had been kept, and began going through them. She called out to me and showed me some of the gifts. I stood by the doorway, watching as she and her mother unwrapped the presents and reacted to each one.
Latha behaved exactly as she always had when we met family before the wedding. There was nothing in her face, her voice, or her actions that hinted at what she had done during the past week in Goa. She seemed calm, confident, and completely sure of herself.
After a while, I told Latha that I was going to check on something and then go to bed. She was immersed in opening the gifts, so she simply nodded.
I went to my bedroom—or rather, what was now Latha’s and my bedroom. I changed out of my clothes and checked my email and messages. There was no email from Vinay yet, nor any text message.
Vinay had told me that he had retrieved all the cameras and hard drives containing the videos. He said he would upload them if possible while they were still in Goa, but most likely once he got back home to Bengaluru. I had told him to take his time. I was grateful, but I also felt bad that he and Geetha had been forced to sacrifice part of their vacation because of Latha.
It was 10:00 p.m., and Latha was probably still opening the gifts. I switched off the main light and left only a small bedside lamp on. I lay wide awake, thinking about what I should do and what my life was going to become.
I had been so excited, looking forward to married life. But the betrayal Latha had inflicted on me had shattered all my dreams. I wanted vengeance. I wanted to make her suffer.
Her parents and her sister, Anila, were probably innocent in all this, but because of Latha, my hatred had begun to extend to them as well.
Then I heard footsteps and the door creaking open. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
I could sense Latha coming closer to me.
“Arun, are you awake?” she asked softly.
When I did not respond, she seemed to assume I was fast asleep. She stepped away, and I half-opened my eyes. She moved over to the dressing table. Just then, I heard a message notification. It was not from my phone.
She stood by the mirror, looking at her phone, smiling to herself as she replied to a text. She kept texting for quite some time. Then, suddenly, she put the phone down and looked toward me. I quickly shut my eyes again.
She went to the other side of the bed, switched off the bedside lamp, and climbed onto her side of the king-size bed.
I could not sleep at all. I wanted to see whether she would reach out, touch me, or show some sign of closeness. But there was nothing.
After a while, I heard the soft rhythm of her breathing. She was probably fast asleep.
And here I was, pretending to be asleep while wide awake. And there she was, sleeping peacefully on her side of the bed after turning my life upside down.