My Wife Gets Gangraped?
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Chapter 8: Lemon Breasts I
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Lemon Breasts I - A husband and wife argue about the wife’s revealing dress choice for a night out, and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual NonConsensual Rape Reluctant True Story Cuckold Slut Wife Wimp Husband Incest Mother Sister Daughter Uncle Niece Humiliation Rough Snuff Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Necrophilia Squirting Water Sports Big Breasts Public Sex Caution Prostitution Violence
Suddenly we hear a huge noise from near the drink area. We all look.
A guy has his face shoved into the cleavage of a girl. As he lifts his head we can see two lemon slices arranged in the middle of the cleavage. Everyone shouts a number, i realise the crowd is counting. Then another guy takes a shot shoves his head into her cleavage and lifts the lemon in his mouth. The crowd counts again. They are counting the lemon slices. The last guy does the same thing. Everyone shouts the number and everyone around her cheers.
“I think you can be tonight’s champion!” Ramesh tells my wife.
“Obviously, she has the biggest tits here!” Someone else chimes in.
“What champion? Champion of what?” She asks.
“Lemon Breasts!” someone replies.
“What?” My wife asks.
“Lemon breasts. You will have to hold a lot of lemon slices and men will take a shot and try to get the lemon with their mouth from your cleavage. The maximum number of lemon slices that can be lifted up, is your score” Ramesh explains. My wife is considering it.
“I don’t think you should play this game:, I say.
“It has an amazing reward!” Someone says.
“What?” My wife asks
“You get thirty...” someone tries to say but Ramesh cuts it off “Trust us. It is good. Let’s not tell her and add more pressure. And plus you won’t be disappointed if don’t win”
“Okay. Let’s go” my wife says and starts walking towards the drink counter.
Around fifteen guys surrounding her, including me, follow her. Ramesh tells something to the bartender and he gives him a plate of lemon slices.
My wife starts squeezing one slice in her cleavage. Ramesh picks up the slice from her cleavage! My wife looks at him in confusion.
He says, “We have to use the space efficiently, with strategy. Don’t worry we have practice and...” and whispers to her so that others can’t hear “ ... know how to cheat”. He winks at her.
He squeezes the lemon a little bit to make it smaller and carefully tucks it in the beginning of the cleavage crack.
I don’t know how my wife is okay with this but she doesn’t resist. So Ramesh goes and tucks in the second slice just below the first one.
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