Myself, Rakhi Janghel, I’m 25 years old. People say I’m an awesome bombshell, have perfectly shaped breasts, thick thighs, curved bums, as I haven’t been a mother yet, so my tummy is flat with a deep navel. I have soft and tender lips, pink in colour, fair skin, a beautiful face, cuts, and a long and sharp nose. I don’t stuff myself with jewellery and use only a nose ring, just like Sania Mirza uses, which actually enhances my beauty. I’m a doctor by profession, a gynaecologist to be specific. I’m married to a doctor himself, but as he remains busy with his hospital all the time, leaving me all alone and neglected. Previously, it wasn’t an issue, but later, the sex requirement started to make me frustrated. I fingered a lot, but it wasn’t sufficient for me. So, as a normal girl, I look the liberty of extra-marital affairs. My husband was so busy with earning a fortune that he didn’t even notice anything.

But the affair I started was for sex only, so there was no emotional attachment ever, and I kept on switching from one arm to another. Each relationship bored me in a few days, a few weeks, or sometimes in a few months. I’m not here to elaborate on those relationships but to elaborate on a special one. I was having a relationship with a high-class fashion designer, and as he was too famous in the city, we used to go to the next town for a night, fulfilled our desire in some hotel, and then returned the next morning. So, once we were in bed of some high-class hotel, resting after eating each other, and I was reading some sex stories. He asked me what I was doing, so I told him that. He asked what’s good in reading some fake sex stories instead of doing a real one. I told him that not all are fakes and some are genuinely real ones. He admitted that but asked what makes me read that.

I said that it gives me fantasy and dreams, though I was not sure how to fulfil my fantasy, but still dreaming about it is good for me. He asked me about my fantasies, and I told him several ones, and one among them was getting fucked by multiple strangers in a hotel. He stopped me on that and said that getting fucked by multiple strangers is close to possibilities. I asked him whether he was joking or was serious about it. He said he was serious and if I was serious then he could make this happen. I thought for a while and then said that I needed to try this, and whether we would be doing this in this hotel itself.

He laughed at my face and said that this hotel is way more out of the question, as these fantasies could only be fulfilled in some sub-standard hotels. He asked whether I wanted to be used at the hotel by multiple strangers or if I wanted to just get fucked by multiple strangers. If I wanted to just get fucked by them, then he can arrange a few friends who can fuck me anywhere I like. I thought for a moment and said that I wanted to be used and not just get fucked. If it was just getting fucked, I could myself arrange a group of guys and get fucked. It wouldn’t be like a fantasy then; fantasy always is great when you don’t know what’s coming next, and suspense spices the things. He smiled and said that how many days would be fine for the fantasy. I thought again and said 3-4 days will be fine, I think.

He said that I should inform my husband that I will be out for a few days so that he isn’t worried. I texted my husband that I’m going out somewhere with friends for a few days, maybe a week or more, and he replied fine. Now my boyfriend said that we will be changing hotels. He went out in the morning and brought me three saris and a few other accessories, with a briefcase. He asked me to change in them. I changed in one, and we checked out the hotel. In the taxi, he said that I mustn’t object and interfere in anything he says and does in the next hotel. I nodded my head, and we drove to a sub-standard hotel. At the reception, we asked for a single room. The receptionist asked us our names. My boyfriend said that his name was Mr. Ritesh Makhija; the receptionist noted that, and then he asked my name, and so my boyfriend said Mrs. Gauri Verma. The receptionist immediately looked above towards us.

But as my boyfriend told me earlier, I dropped my eyes down and didn’t look into his eyes. The receptionist noted the details, and then a waiter took our luggage and moved to the lift. I followed the waiter, but my boyfriend asked the hotel receptionist if he had some condoms. The receptionist smiled and passed him some. We went to the room and had a few steamy sessions for three days.

Three days passed, and I was getting impatient for my fantasy to get fulfilled. I asked him when he would activate the plan. He laughed at me and said that he would soon activate the plan. But I was getting more than impatient, so he told me about his plan. He said that we would go to the manager and tell him that we had lost our money with our purse and mobile. And we didn’t have anything for paying the bills. Then he’ll go out with the manager and take him to the station. He will tell him in between that I’m his girlfriend and not his wife, and my husband would kill me if he found out about our sexual affair. At the station hell ask the manager to arrange a one-way ticket to his city, and he will go and get money to settle the bills. He will tell the manager that it would take two days for him to return, and I will stay behind for a guarantee.

After that, we will get the ticket and move with the train, will get down at the next station, and come back to the adjacent hotel. He was sure that the manager would try to take advantage, and my fantasy would be fulfilled. I asked him what if I’m uncomfortable. He asked me to text him, and he’ll be back for rescue. I saw the setup from all directions and dimensions, and it fitted me well. I was indeed impressed with his plan and gave him a green signal to go ahead. He asked me to get dressed in a little explosive dress. I wore a deep-neck blouse and a semi-transparent sari. As planned, we went to the manager, and then all happened as my boyfriend had planned. They moved out of the hotel, and I kept sitting in the manager’s cabin. One hour later, my boyfriend texted me that he was on the move, and the manager was on the move towards me. He also said that things were done as expected.

As expected, the manager arrived in 30 minutes and came straight to the cabin. He offered me a glass of water and then told me that my boyfriend. I objected that he was my husband. He smiled and said that he was my boyfriend who ran away, leaving me behind. He asked me to clear the bills, and I can go home; else, he will call the police. I surrendered after a low conversation and asked him to help me out, and I was very much divested of the betrayal of my boyfriend.

He asked me to move to the room, and he’ll accompany me there in a while. I went straight to the room and was waiting for the manager. The manager called me on the room phone; he asked me to get a bath and wait for him in just a towel. I can understand what was in his mind, and also it was my fantasy to fulfil, so I didn’t argue and went straight for a bath. I came out of the bathroom, in just a towel wrapped around my body. A few minutes later, the manager arrived, and he sat just in front of me on a chair, while I was sitting on the bed. He said that there are alternate ways to settle the bill, and he won’t mind settling the bill that way. I said that I didn’t understand what he meant, so he proceeded to put his hands on the bottom edge of my towel and pushed it up until my pussy was on view.

He touched my pussy lips and pinched it up a few times. He asked whether I understood what he meant. I, showing discomfort and uneasiness, shook my head. He asked whether I was ready for it, and I shook my head again. He made me stand and removed my towel, first viewed me from head to toe, and then pushed me onto the bed. He disrobed immediately and was above me in no time. He played with my boobs, bit them a few times, played with my bums, and bit them a few times too, and then got busy in fucking me raw. He was fucking me like it was his first and last time and didn’t last for long. He flooded me inside and got up to get dressed. After getting dressed, he passed me a tissue paper to clean myself. I cleaned myself and got out of bed. I took my phone and sat on the sofa. The manager went to the door and opened it.

I thought he was leaving, but I was wrong. A videographer and a photographer came inside with one more fellow. I was dumbstruck about the progress. What the hell is happening now? I asked him about them, and he just ignored me and asked the photographer to click me from all directions and the videographer to shoot me nude. I objected and texted my boyfriend. Within 5 minutes of his immediate rescue, he came into the room and said to leave me alone and hell pay the bills immediately. The manager looked annoyed and pretended like he was betrayed. He said for me and my boyfriend to sit on the sofa. He passed me a towel so that I could wrap it around myself. As I sat there, he said something to his troops. His troops searched my bag and purse. They gave something to the manager.

He turned towards me and said, Mrs. Gauri Verma, this visiting card says that you are Mrs. Rakhi Janghel, Dr. Rakhi Janghel to be specific. He continued and said that he needed to talk to my husband about me and my boyfriend. My boyfriend said that hell sue him and would push him to jail on false accusations from his links. He continued that he couldn’t get my husband’s number. The manager said that he would call my clinic and ask about my husband and tell them that I had met in an accident. When my husband arrived, he would talk about me and my affair with my husband. My boyfriend interrupted that we were staying under a false name. So he couldn’t prove that he was staying with me. Instead, accepting a guest under a false name could make him go to jail.

He pulled out a button camera from his coat and said, OK! I won’t talk about you two, but I can show him his wife sitting in a towel and letting me play with her pussy. And then show him how I disrobed his wife. Fucking wouldn’t have been recorded, but it should be enough for him. I was hell-shocked, and I didn’t think that the situation could go that far. My boyfriend pulled out his phone and threatened him that he would make him pay in 5 minutes. The manager said something to his men, and immediately they pulled out his phone and hit it hard on the floor. They pulled my phone too and hit it on the floor. They all caught him and pulled him outside the room. He was fighting, but he was outnumbered, and they took him away. The manager said that he disturbed a lot and he must stay away so that we could talk.