Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

[Imaamit]

Shandar update...

[Umavictor32]

Update is  nice but very small... Also stopped at wrong place... Surely u will provide next update after long time... So surely ppl will loose interest on ur story

[Joker44]

Update is  nice but very small... Also stopped at wrong place... Surely u will provide next update after long time... So surely ppl will loose interest on ur story

This chapter was just a teaser for the next chapter, i have already written big next part that will be posted by tomorrow.

[arvind274]

Nice updates

[Joker44]

Room ka mahol ab poori tarah se badal chuka tha. Munna ne control le liya tha — lekin Pranali, us control mein bhi khud ko azad mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Usne Munna se thoda faasla liya, jaise ek instinct ho — thoda sa shyness, thoda sa nervousness. Ek second ke liye lagaa, jaise woh phir se unsure ho gayi ho. Lekin Munna ne uske chehre ka har expression pad liya tha.
Woh uske paas aaya, soft tone mein bola, "Relax, Pranali… main hoon na. Kuch nahi hoga jo tu nahi chahegi."
Uski aawaz mein calm tha, magar aankhon mein wahi purani aag.
Thoda silence raha… fir Munna ne corner table se wine ka ek glass uthaya aur uske samne laake rakha.
"Thoda try kar… bas mind halka ho jaayega," usne soft smile ke saath kaha.
Pranali ne pehle toh sir hila diya… "Main kabhi peeti nahi."
Par phir usne Munna ki aankhon mein dekha — aur shayad apne dil ke darr se aankh milayi — phir bina kuch soche, glass uthaya… aur pura ek hi sip mein khaali kar diya.
Munna thoda shocked tha, uski aankhen chauk gayi… lekin uske lips pe ek devious si smile aayi.
"Toh aaj raat sach mein nayi Pranali aayi hai," usne dheere se kaha.
Dusra glass… teesra… chhotha.
Ab Pranali ka expression badal raha tha. Halki si smile, aankhon mein sparkle, shyness kam… openness zyada. Uski body thodi relaxed ho chuki thi, aur uske gestures mein ab wo purana tension nahi tha.
Munna uske paas aaya… bina kuch bole.
Phir ek pal mein, usne Pranali ka face apne haathon mein liya… aur lips pe ek deep kiss chhod diya. Is baar woh kiss soft nahi tha — woh wild tha, rough, dominant. Usne uski lower lip bite ki, tongue se explore kiya… Pranali ne ek pal ko mooh khola… aur kiss aur gehra ho gaya.
Neck pe lips shift hue. Munna ne uski neckline ko kiss kiya, phir bite chhoda — ek red wet mark. Phir dusra, aur dusra.
Pallu dheere se phisal gaya… ab Pranali sirf blouse aur half saree mein thi. Her deep cleavage fully visible — blouse tight, breath heavy. Her mangalsutra resting right between those curves — lekin ab uske upar broken lipstick ka red smudge tha.
Munna ne uske bare shoulder ko kiss kiya, uski collarbone ko lick kiya. Uska neck ab poora wet ho chuka tha — lipstick ke stains, uski tongue ka trace, uske lips ka pressure — sab milke ek art ban chuka tha.
Pranali ki saans tez thi… par usme darr nahi tha. Uske lips thode parted the, aankhen band… lekin expression mein ek controlled surrender tha.
Blouse ke back strings Munna ne dheere se khole… aur uska haath uski back pe slide hua…
Pranali ne apni kamar khinch ke uske close kar li… jaise keh rahi ho — “Main yahin hoon… poori.”
Room mein sirf unki breathing thi. Bed ke corner pe saree ka fall latak raha tha, lipstick ka red shade mirror ke reflection mein chamak raha tha… aur ek aurat apne har layer ko tod kar, ek naye junoon mein bikharti ja rahi thi.







Bed ke edge par baithi Pranali ab sirf aadhi saree mein thi — uska blouse tight tha, breathing heavy, aur aankhen Munna ke har touch ko mehsoos kar rahi thi. Munna ne uske baalon ko ek taraf kiya, uski pith par deep kisses chhodta gaya — aur phir halke se uski skin ko bite kiya, jisse uski kamar thodi si jhatki.
Blouse ka hook khulta hai. Ek halki awaaz ke saath uski peeth se kapda phisalta hai, aur Munna ki aankhon ke samne Pranali ka bare back aur unclasped bra aa jata hai. Usne dheere se bra ki straps utari… aur ab woh uske saamne thi — poori, nangi, aur sirf uski.







Munna ki aankhon mein ek hunger tha, par uska touch gentle ho gaya. Usne Pranali ke bare chest ko aankhon se pooja ki tarah dekha — jaise har curve, har inch ek tasveer ho jo sirf uske liye bani ho.
Pranali ki breathing fast thi, nipples tight ho chuke the, halka sa thartharahat mein.
Munna ne use apni godh mein bithaya, dono haathon se uski kamar ko pakda… aur apna munh uske chest par le gaya.
Usne lips se uske nipples ko chhua… pehle halka, phir deep… phir chusne laga.
Pranali ne aankhen band ki aur moan kar uthi — ek halki si sargam jaise room mein goonj uthi ho. Uski moans controlled thi, lekin jism ka control chhut gaya tha.
Munna chus raha tha — kabhi slowly, kabhi thoda wild. Usne tongue se circular motion banaye, aur kabhi kabhi gently bite bhi karta. Pranali ki ungliyan uske baalon mein ja chuki thi — woh uske aur paas kheench rahi thi.
Ek pal aaya jab Munna ne mehsoos kiya… uske lips par kuch warm sa… halka sa taste. Usne dekha — ek boond narmi se nikal aayi thi — Pranali ka doodh.
Woh ruka nahi — usne uss boond ko apne lips se liya, usse piya — jaise ek gift ho. Pranali ne aankhen khol kar uski aankhon mein dekha — woh sharma gayi, lekin Munna ke chehre par ek sukoon tha… jaise usne uska ek aur roop chakh liya ho.
Woh pal dono ke beech mein thama hua tha — intense, raw, aur personal.
Pranali (andar hi andar):
"Aaj main uski hoon… har sense mein. Aur yeh ehsaas mujhe tootne nahi, banne de raha hai."


Munna ka touch uske jism par aag jala chuka tha… lekin Pranali ka mann ab ek naye zone mein ja chuka tha. Woh sirf ek body nahi thi aaj… woh apna haq, apna control chah rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi — ek aag jo usne ab tak kabhi nahi jani thi.
Usne Munna ko dheere se peeche kiya — woh surprise hua, lekin uske chehre pe halki si muskaan thi. Pranali apne ghutnon par baith gayi, uski aankhen seedha Munna ki aankhon mein thi — full of intention, full of fire.
Uska haath dheere se Munna ke pants tak gaya. Zip ki chain se khelte hue, usne usse khola. Munna ki saans thodi tez ho gayi, woh sirf Pranali ko dekh raha tha — jaise uska sab kuch ab us aurat ke haath mein ho.
Pranali ne dheere se andar haath daala, uske hardness ko feel kiya — firm, hot, full of desire. Uske ungliyon ka slow motion, soft pressure ne Munna se ek halki si siskari nikalwa di.
“Aaahh…”
Munna ne aankhen band ki, lekin smile abhi bhi tha — woh kabhi dominate karta tha, aaj dominate hone de raha tha.
Pranali ne uska lund bahar nikala — woh bilkul ready tha, full of blood, pulse mein dhadak raha tha. Usne usse ek nazar dekha… phir apne hothon se halka sa kiss kiya — tip pe, soft… wet… lingering.
Usne ek lambi si lap li — jaise ice cream chaat rahi ho, har swirl mein pyaas thi. Kulfi jaise taste kar rahi thi, slow se start kiya, tongue tip se circle banaye… phir base tak le jaakar poora feel kiya.
Munna (moaning, breathless):
"Haaan... Pranali… tu kya kar rahi hai…"
Pranali ke lips mein woh wild game chal raha tha — kabhi soft suck, kabhi deep throaty push. Sound gungunahat ban chuki thi — slurps, moans, wet warmth ka raag.
Usne dono haathon se grip banayi, ek se base hold kiya aur doosre se motion banayi… aur lips se tip ko continue kiya — kabhi chusna, kabhi kiss, kabhi tongue se tease karna.
Room mein sirf ek music chal raha tha — Pranali ki lips ka sound aur Munna ki moaning.
Pranali ka face glow kar raha tha, lipstick already chhut chuki thi, lekin uski aankhon mein sirf ek baat thi — control.
Woh us pal ki malik thi.






Munna’s POV
Woh mere ghutnon ke paas thi — ghutnon pe baithi hui, ek roshni ki tarah chamak rahi thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek junoon tha… ek aag jisme main khud jalne ko tayyar tha.
Uske haathon mein mera jism tha — tight grip, slow strokes, aur lips jo har touch ko paagal bana rahe the.
Main upar se usse dekh raha tha — uska bindi, khula hua hair, deep neckline, aur sabse zyada... uska mangalsutra, jo baar-baar mere lund se takra raha tha. Har baar woh chain touch karti, ek alag hi sukoon hota — jaise woh meri patni ho, meri chhupi hui chaahat ho.
Woh koi normal blowjob nahi tha. Woh ek ritual lag raha tha — har lick, har suck mein woh mujhe andar tak chus rahi thi.
Mere haathon ne uske baal ko gently pakda — main uska chehra clearly dekhna chahta tha. Uske lips tight wrap mein the, tongue har motion mein ghus rahi thi. Kabhi woh base tak jaati, toh kabhi sirf tip pe focus karti — aur mujhe lag raha tha main yahin... isi pal mein phat jaaunga.
"Saala… yeh aurat… pagal kar rahi hai," main andar hi andar souch raha tha. Par control uske haathon mein chala gaya tha.

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Pranali’s POV
Uska taste… pehle ajeeb laga tha. Hard, salty, thick… par phir… ek nasha sa chadh gaya. Jaise main apna sab kuch bhool gayi hoon.
Mujhe laga tha guilt hoga… par ab nahi. Har stroke, har suck, har lick ke saath main khud mein ghus rahi thi. Yeh meri moment thi — main yeh kar rahi thi, apne marzi se.
Uska lund ab meri tongue ke neeche tha, mera saliva uske shaft pe chamak raha tha. Kabhi main tip ko kulfi ki tarah ghoomti, kabhi usse pura le leti — mera throat heavy ho jata, par main rukh nahi rahi thi.
Munna ke haathon ne mere baalon ko pakda, lekin gentle tha. Woh mujhe dekh raha tha… main usse mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Mera mangalsutra baar-baar uske lund se lag raha tha. Pehle thoda ajeeb laga… par phir laga — yeh pal mera hai. Yeh main hoon, bina kisi mask ke.
Ab main slow nahi thi. Main pace badha chuki thi — slurp sounds, moans, aur mera saans lena bhi wild ho chuka tha. Munna ki moans mujhe aur excite kar rahi thi.
Mujhe maza aa raha tha. Har ek reaction main chaahti thi. Har moan mera reward tha.
Main uske aankhon mein dekhte hue usse suck karti gayi… aur socha — aaj raat sirf meri hai.





Munna ke saans tez the… Pranali ab bhi uske samne ghutnon par thi, aankhen band, aur hoth par us raat ka sabse gehra raaz.Munna ne sarra cum oranali ke muhh mae chor diya aur Usne sab pi liya… bina shikayat, bina hichkichahat. Usne khud ko puri tarah Munna ke hawale kar diya tha… aur us pal, Munna ne pehli baar sirf hawas nahi, jazbaat bhi mehsoos kiya.




Woh usse dheere se uthata hai — uske haathon se uski baaki saree ko hata deta hai. Ab Pranali sirf ek panty mein thi… haathon mein choodiyan, gale mein mangalsutra, aur baaki sab… khula, nanga, sach.
Uska jism mirror mein chamak raha tha — bare chest, soft curves, flat stomach, aur navel ke aas-paas ki wo shine jo sirf desire se aati hai. Uske bal dheere se peeth par gir rahe the, aur aankhon mein koi parda nahi tha.
Munna ne use apni godh mein bithaya, dono ki skin ek dusre ko mehsoos karti hui, aur haathon se uski kamar ko pakda. Pranali ne aankhen band ki… uska dil dhadak raha tha… lekin shikayat nahi thi.
Usne apne andar bol diya tha — "Aaj main Munna ki hoon, poori. Jo hoga, jaise hoga… main rokungi nahi."
Munna ne uski panty par ungli ghumaayi — slow, deliberate… jaise woh sirf jism nahi, uske har ehsaas ko chho raha ho. Uski silky fabric ke neeche se warmth mehsoos hoti thi… aur Munna ko pata tha, Pranali ab tayyar hai.
Uski breathing badalne lagi… chest upar neeche hone laga, lips halki moan ke saath khulne lage.
Woh fabric dheere se side karta hai… aur Pranali ki aankhen aur bhi zyada band ho jaati hain. Woh sab kuch mehsoos kar rahi thi — uske touch mein pyaas thi, lekin izzat bhi thi.
Uska jism naram tha, lekin andar se jal raha tha — soft, warm, and completely drenched in longing.
Munna ke haath ne us jagah ko pehli baar directly chhua — uske fingertips ne circular motion mein uski wetness ko feel kiya… har movement pe Pranali ki saans aur moan milte ja rahe the.
Woh moment intense tha — lekin pyaar bhara. Hawas tha, par izzat bhi thi. Woh dono ab ek dusre ke liye bas jism nahi, ek kahani ban chuke the.

[Umavictor32]

Super update

[Joker44]

Pranali ab puri tarah Munna ke control mein thi — lekin yeh pehli baar tha jab woh khud bhi is control ko chah rahi thi. Har touch, har motion — ek aisi lehar thi jisme woh beh rahi thi… bejhijhak, beparwah.
Munna ne uske legs ko thoda aur khola, uski khuli chut halki pink pankhudiyonki traha thi. MUNNA Ne apni fingers se uski chut ka raasta chhoona shuru kiya — pehle halki si jhalak, fir dheere-dheere andar-bahar. Pranali ki moaning ab us kamre ke har kone mein goonj rahi thi.
“Haan… haaan Munna…” — uske lips se nikalte yeh lafz, bewajah nahi the. Woh har pal, har second, har gehrai mein jee rahi thi.
Woh ab bhool chuki thi ki woh ek patni hai, ek maa hai… sirf ek aurat thi — pyaas mein doobi hui, apne aap mein ghuli hui.
Munna ne usse bed pe dheere se giraya, uski legs ko side kiya… aur apna chehra us jagah le gaya jahan Pranali ab tak kisi aur ko aane nahi diya tha.
Usne apni zubaan se chut ko chatna chalu kiya — warm, soft, wet. Jaise woh ek ras chakh raha ho, jiska taste kabhi khatam na ho. Pranali ki body thartharane lagi… uski aankhen pal bhar ke liye upar uth gayi — almost white.
“Aaaahhh…” — woh sirf moan nahi tha, woh uske andar ka bhar nikal raha tha.
Munna ne apni jeeb band nahi ki — slow licking, fir deep pressing, fir circles… woh chaatta raha, jaise woh usse tod nahi, poora kar raha ho.
Pranali ne pillow ko kas liya, kamar uthai… uske jism ka har hissa respond kar raha tha — ek ultimate surrender.
Woh pal… woh raag… sirf un dono ke beech tha. Jisme na past tha, na guilt… sirf “abhi” ka ehsaas tha.




Munna ne apne kapde utaar diye. Uska tan garm tha, saans tez chal rahi thi. Uska lund ab poori tarah se bahar tha, majboot aur tanna hua. Usne Pranali ko apni baahon mein khincha, uski narmi ko mehsoos kiya, uski saans uske gale mein ulajh gayi.
Dono ke beech ki doori ab khatam ho rahi thi.
Munna ne apna lund uski bheegti hui chut ke upar dheere-dheere ragadne laga. Har sparsh pe Pranali ki deh kaanp uthi. Woh us pal mein kho gayi thi. Munna ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue pucha, "Andar daalu?"
Pranali ke liye ab sirf ek hi sach tha—uski khwahish. Har soch, har sankoch peeche chhoot chuka tha. Bas ek jazba bacha tha.
Usne apne haathon se Munna ka lund uthaya, aur apni chut ke paas le jaakar, dheere se andar dhakel diya.
Munna ke hothon pe ek halki si muskaan thi—jaise usne sab kuch paa liya ho.
Phir usne dheere-dheere poora lund uski chut mein ghusa diya… dono ki deh ek rhythm mein aa gayi thi, jaise koi raag chhed diya gaya ho jo sirf woh dono mehsoos kar sakte the.

Munna ka lund poori gehraiyon tak Pranali ke andar chala gaya. Ek teekha sa dard uske chehre pe chhalk utha, aur uske honton se bas nikal gaya, "Aahh... ahh... aghhh!"
Pehli baar tha jab usne itna mota aur lamba lund feel kiya tha. Pehle thoda dard hua, jaise uski deh tod rahi ho. Lekin kuch hi seconds baad, dard pleasure mein badalne laga—ek ajeeb si sukoon wali jalan thi, jo uski chut tak simit nahi rahi... poore jism mein daud gayi.
Munna ab use tezi se chodne laga—ek rhythm mein, har thrust ke sath thoda aur gehra, thoda aur intense. Uske haath kabhi Pranali ki kamar pe jate, kabhi uske boobs ko kas ke pakad lete. Beech-beech mein, woh uske hothon pe kiss karta, kabhi gale pe apna hoth rakh deta, aur kabhi uske kaan ke paas saansein bhar ke usse aur pagal kar deta.
Pranali ab poori tarah se uske sath thi. Uski kamar apne aap hilne lagi thi, Munna ke har jhatke ka jawab deti hui. Uske naakhun Munna ki peeth mein ghus gaye, aur woh kabhi "Yes, Munna... aur!" kehti, kabhi sirf moan karti rahi.
Kamre ka mahaul ab sirf moans, skin ke takraane ki awazon, aur us passion se bhar gaya tha jo dono ne kabhi kisi aur ke sath mehsoos nahi kiya tha.



Munna ne Pranali ko dheere se bed pe jhukaya, uski kamar pakad ke use ghodi jaisa pose diya. Pranali ab chaaro haath pair se bed par thi, uski kamar thodi upar, aur chut poori tarah se exposed. Munna ne uske piche aake apna lund uski chut pe rub kiya... thoda tease kiya... aur phir ek hi smooth thrust mein poora andar daal diya.
"Aahhh... Munna!" Pranali cheekh uthi—yeh position uske liye naye level ka tha.
Munna ab usse doggy style mein chodne laga, har thrust deep aur powerful. Pranali ke boobs jhatkon se hil rahe the, har baar Munna ke thrust ke sath unka bounce aur intense hota ja raha tha.
Munna ki aankhon ne ek moment ke liye Pranali ke neck ke paas dekha—uska mangalsutra uske boobs pe hil raha tha, har jhatke mein us chain ka charm aur shine Munna ko aur deewana kar raha tha.
“Fuck… tu meri hi lagti hai,” Munna ne uske baalon ko pakad ke peeche khincha, uska chehra thoda upar kiya, aur khud horse riding jaise motion mein usse chodne laga. Har baar jab uska lund andar jata, Pranali ki awaz nikalti "Mmmhh... ahh... yes!" Jaise har cell uske body ka sirf pleasure maang raha ho.
Room mein sirf unke moans, bed ki halki chaar-paar, aur skin-slapping ki aawaz gunj rahi thi. Har second, har jhatka, unhe orgasm ke aur kareeb le ja raha tha.




Pranali ab khud pe control mein nahi thi. Uska jism tharthara raha tha, saans phuli hui thi, aur aankhon mein ek aag thi—jo Munna ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Ab tak jo ladki hamesha yaad dilati thi ki “Main kisi ki biwi hoon”, vo ab apne farz, samaj, aur sharam sab kuch peeche chhod chuki thi.
Pleasure uske har pore se tapak raha tha.
Usne Munna ko zor se bed par lita diya, uska chhati seene pe haath rakha, aur bina ek second waste kiye, uske lund ke upar khud baith gayi. Munna ke honton se ek moan nikal gaya, “Ahh fuck…” kyunki uski chut itni tight thi ki lag raha tha jaise poora lund usme jakad liya ho.
Pranali ne apne haathon se Munna ke seene ko dabaaya, kamar hilani shuru ki… dheere-dheere, jaise kisi rhythm mein ho. Phir, kuch hi seconds mein, usne pace badha diya—ab vo literal riding kar rahi thi… fast, wild, aur unapologetically horny.
“Ahh… Munna… haan… haan… mujhe aur chahiye… aur!”
Uski moaning ab music ban gayi thi—ek seductive tune jo kamre ke har kone mein gunj raha tha.
Munna neeche se uski kamar ko hold karta, kabhi uske boobs ko pakadta, kabhi uske nipples ko chusne ke liye uthta, lekin Pranali was in full control.
“Aaj main tujhe dikhati hoon Munna... main sirf kisi ki biwi nahi hoon... main bhi ek aurat hoon... jise chahiye hota hai pleasure, jise chahiye hota hai tera lund!”
Her words, her ride, her dominance—sab kuch Munna ke liye ek fantasy tha. Bed ki chadar silak rahi thi, wood ki halki-chik chik unke motion ke sath milkar ek filthy sexy soundtrack ban gayi thi.
Slap... slap... slap...
Her wetness ne unke every move ko ek sound diya—raw, sticky, carnal.
Munna ki saansein tez thi, "Fuck… tu pagal kar rahi hai mujhe Pranali…"
Uska lund throbbing tha, ready to explode.
Pranali ne apne baalon ko peeche kiya, aankhon mein junoon, aur Munna ko niche se dekha jaise keh rahi ho, "Ab tu sirf mera hai."




Pranali ab poori tarah se wild ho chuki thi. Uska jism Munna ke upar nach raha tha, har thrust ke sath uski chut Munna ke lund ko aur tight kar rahi thi jaise use andar se kha jaana chahti ho. Munna ke hothon se ab bas moans nikal rahe the:
“Ahh… fuck… Pranali… tu kya kar rahi hai…”
Slap… slap… slap…
Her wetness aur uska pace—dono milkar ek primal sound create kar rahe the, jo sirf un do jismon ki nahi, unke andar chhupi hui har chhoti bachi hui inhibition ki tod thi.
Pranali ke boobs upar neeche hil rahe the, mangalsutra unpe takra raha tha, aur Munna uss moment mein poora kho gaya tha.
Pranali ne Munna ke seene pe haath rakha, uski aankhon mein jhaanka, aur bold voice mein bola:
“Main aa rahi hoon, Munna… Mujhe chhodna mat… mujhe bhar de…”
Uski body ek dum tight ho gayi, uski chut ne Munna ke lund ko andar se jakkad liya—aur uske moans high pitch mein explode kiye:
“Ahhh… haan… MUNNA… YESSSSSSSS!”
Woh tharki scream ke saath orgasm mein chali gayi, uska jism kaanp raha tha, chut throbbing thi, aur Munna us vibration ko poora feel kar raha tha. Aur yehi pressure uske liye too much ho gaya.
Munna ne apne haath uski kamar pe kas ke rakhe, neeche se teen solid jhatke diye, aur phir…
“Fuck… main bhi aa raha hoon… aa gaya!”
Ek deep thrust ke sath uska lund Pranali ke andar hi explode ho gaya—usne sab kuch uske andar chhod diya. Uski saans ruk gayi ek pal ke liye, jism tight hua, aur dono ek dusre ke upar gir gaye—thak gaye, lekin ek dusre mein ghule hue.
Kamre mein ab sirf unki saansein thi. Warm, heavy, aur sukoon bhari.
Pranali ab bhi Munna ke upar thi, thoda hilti hui, thoda hansi ke sath. “Pehli baar kisi ne mujhe poora mehsoos karwaya hai…” usne dheere se kaha.
Munna ne uska chehra chuma. "Aur main chahta hoon ki yeh aakhri baar na ho."



Pranali Munna ke upar hi gir gayi thi—thak ke, toot ke. Aur bina kuch soche, uski aankhon mein neend utar aayi. Munna ne usse apni baahon mein le liya… tight, protective, jaise us raat ki har ek moan ko sambhal ke rakhna chahta ho. Dono bas ek dusre mein lipte, nange, khaamoshi mein so gaye.
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Subah jab Pranali ki aankh khuli, toh usne khud ko Munna ki baahon mein paaya. Uska tan ab bhi nanga tha, Munna ke saath chipka hua. Ek pal ke liye uske dimaag ne sab kuch yaad kar liya.
Har touch. Har moan. Har thrust.
Aur uske saath, yaad aayi deal ki woh third condition—
“Har tarah ka pleasure milega, but sex nahi hoga.”
Par usne sab kuch bhula diya tha… apna word, apna guilt, apna status.
Pleasure ne usse jeet liya tha.
Aur us pleasure mein, vo apne pati ko cheat kar gayi thi.
Uski aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye. Dil guilt se bhar gaya. Woh dheere se uthi—pair dard kar rahe the, jism pe Munna ke love bites the. Aur sabse zyada, uski chut se ab bhi Munna ka sperm dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha—ek silent reminder ke raat bhar uske andar kya hua.
Woh washroom gayi, khud ko clean kiya. Thoda der pani ke neeche khadi rahi—jaise paani se woh paap dhona chahti ho. Phir usne apni saari pehni, maang mein sindoor lagaya… aur aaine mein apne aap se nazar milayi.
Jab woh bahar aayi, Munna jag chuka tha. Bed se nanga, relaxed, confident. Usne Pranali ko dekha… aur ek cheeky smile di.
Pranali ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein kuch toofani tha. “Deal khatam. Aaj se tum mera peecha nahi karoge.”
Munna ne muskurate hue, apne gurur se kaha,
“Theek hai… maine jo manga tha, usse to tune zyada diya. Lekin tu bhi to poora maza le rahi thi. Mujhe nahi lagta tu mujhse door reh payegi, Pranali.”
Uske lafzon ne Pranali ka dil chhed diya. Usse yaad aaya—us orgasm ki intensity, us feeling ka junoon… vo sach mein sirf sex nahi tha, kuch aur tha. Par use khud ko sambhalna tha.
Woh Munna ke paas chali gayi, uska chehra pakda… aur ek deep, passionate kiss liya. Aakhri baar. Us kiss mein pyaar nahi tha—sirf emotion, ownership, aur alvida thi.
Phir usne dheere se kaha,
“Miss karna mujhe… yeh cheez tere saamne hogi, lekin ab teri kabhi nahi hogi.”
Aur bina peeche dekhe, woh room se bahar nikal gayi




Pranali car ke pichle seat pe chup baithi thi, jisme sirf uski saans aur guilt ki garmi thi. Bahar ke raaste blur ho gaye the—na jaane Lucknow ki taraf ja rahe the ya Mirzapur se door, us raat ke dard ko peeche chhod kar.
Driver kuch nahi bol raha tha—Munna ka banda tha, samajh gaya tha ki madam kis halat mein hain.
Pranali ki aankhon mein aansu the. Koi cheekhna nahi tha, koi drama nahi… bas ek heavy silence, jo andar se chillaye ja raha tha:
"Main yeh kya kar baithi?"
Uske haath lap mein the, band. Pairon mein dard tha, sirf physical nahi—mental bhi. Uska jism ab bhi Munna ki chhap se bhara tha.
Uski chut abhi bhi slightly sore thi, us love bites ka halka burn tha… aur mann mein ek aawaz thi:
"Main ek pyaar karne wali pativrata patni thi… aur ab main Munna Tripathi ki raat ban chuki hoon."
"Main kaise apne pati ki aankhon mein dekhungi? Kaise use ye sach bataungi? Bataungi bhi ya sab kuch daba dungi?"
Car mein har jhatka uske guilt ko jhatk raha tha. Dimaag flashback kar raha tha—Munna ke deep thrusts, uska naam cheekh-te hue apne pati ka naam bhool jaana, aur wo climax jisme usne control khodiya tha.
Woh raat sirf sex nahi thi—woh ek surrender tha. Aur sabse painful part?
Usse uss raat mein sukoon mila tha. Pleasure mila tha.
Usne apna chehra haath se chhupaya, khud se darte hue socha,
"Agar main enjoy na karti, to shayad guilt kam hota… par main to poora beh gayi thi usmein. Aurat hoke main apna farz bhool gayi."
Munna ka chehra uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha—uski aankhon ka junoon, uska arrogance, uska possessive tone:
“Tu mujhse door nahi reh payegi…”
Usne shake kiya apna head, “No. Main kuch nahi thi uske liye… bas ek conquest. Par mere liye yeh sirf physical nahi tha.”
Aur woh realization hi sabse zyada chubhi thi.
Car ne sharp brake liya—ghar aa gaya tha. Driver ne aankhon se ishara kiya: “Aa gaya, madam.”
Pranali ne aankhon se aansu pochhe. Aaina dekha… khud ko sambhala. Saree theek ki, mangalsutra adjust kiya, lekin dil ka hal theek karna impossible tha.
She stepped out.
Ab use apna asli chehra pehnna tha—the dutiful wife.
Par andar to sirf ek hi thought ghoom raha tha:
"Main ab wo Pranali nahi rahi."




Pranali ghar ke bedroom mein aayi. Pati office ja chuke the, ghar mein dead silence tha. Woh chupke se door lock karke bed pe baith gayi. Phone uthaya.
Hands trembling.
Eyes red.
Contact: Shubha.
Usne phone lagaya… ek ring… do ring…
“Hello?”
Shubha ka usual cheerful tone.
Pranali ne kuch nahi bola pehle. Sirf saans.
“Hello? Pranali? Tu theek hai na?”
Aur tab… uska gala bandh gaya. Saans ruki. Phir toot gaya.
“Shubha…”
“Ha bolo, kya hua?”
“Main… maine… maine kuch aisa kiya hai jo main kabhi soch bhi nahi sakti thi…”
Shubha turant serious ho gayi.
“Kya hua Pranali? Tu ro rahi hai?”
Pranali ke hothon se sirf ek lafz nikla, “Munna…”
Doosri taraf sannata.
Shubha ne almost whisper kiya:
“Kya? Tum dono ne…?”
Pranali ro padi.
“Sab kuch hua, Shubha. Sab kuch. Maine control khod diya… main uski baahon mein chali gayi… maine usse chudwaya…”
"Aur sabse ganda hissaa? Mujhe... maza aaya."
Shubha shocked thi.
“Pranali... tune toh kaha tha deal mein sex allowed nahi tha…!”
“Main janti hoon. Mujhe yaad tha. Har moment yaad tha. Par us raat main sab bhool gayi thi… vo jo karta raha… main ruk nahi payi…”
Ek silence. Sirf Pranali ke aansu ki aawaz.
“Aur ab? Ab tu kya feel kar rahi hai?”
“Shame… guilt… aur…”
Ek pause.
“…aur craving. Mujhe lagta hai main uske paas wapas jaana chahti hoon. Aur mujhe nafrat hai is baat se.”
Shubha ke words dheere se aaye:
“Tu sirf cheat nahi kiya… tune apne aap ko kisi aur ke hawale kar diya. Ab tu decide kar—ye galti thi, ya koi aur sach.”
Pranali sirf ek line boli:
“Main apne pati ke saath hoon… par Munna ke baare mein soch rahi hoon. Aur shayad yehi meri sabse badi haar hai.”
Call cut nahi hua. Dono side pe sirf silence tha.
Bhaari, sach se bhara hua silence.

Whiskey glass in hand, phone to his ear, that smug little smile spreading on his lips.
Phone rings. Answered.
Sharad Shukla:
“Badhai ho, Soham bhai… Munna Tripathi ne teri patni ke saath suhagraat manayi. Aur tu phir bhi shaant hai?”
Soham (laughing softly):
“Shaant nahi hoon, Sharad… khush hoon. Ab usne taste kiya hai na? Ab usse craving hogi. Uska weakness banegi meri biwi. Aur usi se main usse kheenchunga.”
Sharad haans pada.
“Bada kutta nikla tu… biwi bahar chud aayi aur tu usi ka jashn mana raha hai?”
Soham ne ek sip liya.
“Jab chudne ki keemat 100 crore ho, toh jashn hi manega banda. Main koi emotional fool nahi hoon. Pranali uski raat thi… par mere plan ka pawn hai.”
Sharad thoda impressed sa tone mein:
“Wah… Munna soch raha hoga usne Mirzapur pe kabza kaise jama liya… use kya pata Mirzapur usi ki raat se chhink liya jayega.”
Soham ki aankhon mein ek glint tha.
“Ab Munna Pranali ke peeche pagal hoga. Aur main? Main usse deal karunga. Emotions se nahi… leverage se. Mujhe Mirzapur nahi chahiye, mujhe Munna ka remote control chahiye. Aur vo maine set kar diya.”
Sharad:
“Pagal to tu hamesha se tha… lekin ab tu dangerous ban gaya hai. Bhabhi ko use karke Don banne ka plan? Mazaa aaya bhai.”
Soham (smirking):
“Bas ab dekhte ja. Munna chodega nahi Pranali ko… aur main chhodunga nahi Munna ko.”
Dono taraf se ek thanda, karara laughter ghoomta hai. Power ka, manipulation ka, aur shaitan dimaag ka.

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Pranali ab puri tarah Munna ke control mein thi — lekin yeh pehli baar tha jab woh khud bhi is control ko chah rahi thi. Har touch, har motion — ek aisi lehar thi jisme woh beh rahi thi… bejhijhak, beparwah.
Munna ne uske legs ko thoda aur khola, uski khuli chut halki pink pankhudiyonki traha thi. MUNNA Ne apni fingers se uski chut ka raasta chhoona shuru kiya — pehle halki si jhalak, fir dheere-dheere andar-bahar. Pranali ki moaning ab us kamre ke har kone mein goonj rahi thi.
“Haan… haaan Munna…” — uske lips se nikalte yeh lafz, bewajah nahi the. Woh har pal, har second, har gehrai mein jee rahi thi.
Woh ab bhool chuki thi ki woh ek patni hai, ek maa hai… sirf ek aurat thi — pyaas mein doobi hui, apne aap mein ghuli hui.
Munna ne usse bed pe dheere se giraya, uski legs ko side kiya… aur apna chehra us jagah le gaya jahan Pranali ab tak kisi aur ko aane nahi diya tha.
Usne apni zubaan se chut ko chatna chalu kiya — warm, soft, wet. Jaise woh ek ras chakh raha ho, jiska taste kabhi khatam na ho. Pranali ki body thartharane lagi… uski aankhen pal bhar ke liye upar uth gayi — almost white.
“Aaaahhh…” — woh sirf moan nahi tha, woh uske andar ka bhar nikal raha tha.
Munna ne apni jeeb band nahi ki — slow licking, fir deep pressing, fir circles… woh chaatta raha, jaise woh usse tod nahi, poora kar raha ho.
Pranali ne pillow ko kas liya, kamar uthai… uske jism ka har hissa respond kar raha tha — ek ultimate surrender.
Woh pal… woh raag… sirf un dono ke beech tha. Jisme na past tha, na guilt… sirf “abhi” ka ehsaas tha.




Munna ne apne kapde utaar diye. Uska tan garm tha, saans tez chal rahi thi. Uska lund ab poori tarah se bahar tha, majboot aur tanna hua. Usne Pranali ko apni baahon mein khincha, uski narmi ko mehsoos kiya, uski saans uske gale mein ulajh gayi.
Dono ke beech ki doori ab khatam ho rahi thi.
Munna ne apna lund uski bheegti hui chut ke upar dheere-dheere ragadne laga. Har sparsh pe Pranali ki deh kaanp uthi. Woh us pal mein kho gayi thi. Munna ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue pucha, "Andar daalu?"
Pranali ke liye ab sirf ek hi sach tha—uski khwahish. Har soch, har sankoch peeche chhoot chuka tha. Bas ek jazba bacha tha.
Usne apne haathon se Munna ka lund uthaya, aur apni chut ke paas le jaakar, dheere se andar dhakel diya.
Munna ke hothon pe ek halki si muskaan thi—jaise usne sab kuch paa liya ho.
Phir usne dheere-dheere poora lund uski chut mein ghusa diya… dono ki deh ek rhythm mein aa gayi thi, jaise koi raag chhed diya gaya ho jo sirf woh dono mehsoos kar sakte the.

Munna ka lund poori gehraiyon tak Pranali ke andar chala gaya. Ek teekha sa dard uske chehre pe chhalk utha, aur uske honton se bas nikal gaya, "Aahh... ahh... aghhh!"
Pehli baar tha jab usne itna mota aur lamba lund feel kiya tha. Pehle thoda dard hua, jaise uski deh tod rahi ho. Lekin kuch hi seconds baad, dard pleasure mein badalne laga—ek ajeeb si sukoon wali jalan thi, jo uski chut tak simit nahi rahi... poore jism mein daud gayi.
Munna ab use tezi se chodne laga—ek rhythm mein, har thrust ke sath thoda aur gehra, thoda aur intense. Uske haath kabhi Pranali ki kamar pe jate, kabhi uske boobs ko kas ke pakad lete. Beech-beech mein, woh uske hothon pe kiss karta, kabhi gale pe apna hoth rakh deta, aur kabhi uske kaan ke paas saansein bhar ke usse aur pagal kar deta.
Pranali ab poori tarah se uske sath thi. Uski kamar apne aap hilne lagi thi, Munna ke har jhatke ka jawab deti hui. Uske naakhun Munna ki peeth mein ghus gaye, aur woh kabhi "Yes, Munna... aur!" kehti, kabhi sirf moan karti rahi.
Kamre ka mahaul ab sirf moans, skin ke takraane ki awazon, aur us passion se bhar gaya tha jo dono ne kabhi kisi aur ke sath mehsoos nahi kiya tha.



Munna ne Pranali ko dheere se bed pe jhukaya, uski kamar pakad ke use ghodi jaisa pose diya. Pranali ab chaaro haath pair se bed par thi, uski kamar thodi upar, aur chut poori tarah se exposed. Munna ne uske piche aake apna lund uski chut pe rub kiya... thoda tease kiya... aur phir ek hi smooth thrust mein poora andar daal diya.
"Aahhh... Munna!" Pranali cheekh uthi—yeh position uske liye naye level ka tha.
Munna ab usse doggy style mein chodne laga, har thrust deep aur powerful. Pranali ke boobs jhatkon se hil rahe the, har baar Munna ke thrust ke sath unka bounce aur intense hota ja raha tha.
Munna ki aankhon ne ek moment ke liye Pranali ke neck ke paas dekha—uska mangalsutra uske boobs pe hil raha tha, har jhatke mein us chain ka charm aur shine Munna ko aur deewana kar raha tha.
“Fuck… tu meri hi lagti hai,” Munna ne uske baalon ko pakad ke peeche khincha, uska chehra thoda upar kiya, aur khud horse riding jaise motion mein usse chodne laga. Har baar jab uska lund andar jata, Pranali ki awaz nikalti "Mmmhh... ahh... yes!" Jaise har cell uske body ka sirf pleasure maang raha ho.
Room mein sirf unke moans, bed ki halki chaar-paar, aur skin-slapping ki aawaz gunj rahi thi. Har second, har jhatka, unhe orgasm ke aur kareeb le ja raha tha.




Pranali ab khud pe control mein nahi thi. Uska jism tharthara raha tha, saans phuli hui thi, aur aankhon mein ek aag thi—jo Munna ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi. Ab tak jo ladki hamesha yaad dilati thi ki “Main kisi ki biwi hoon”, vo ab apne farz, samaj, aur sharam sab kuch peeche chhod chuki thi.
Pleasure uske har pore se tapak raha tha.
Usne Munna ko zor se bed par lita diya, uska chhati seene pe haath rakha, aur bina ek second waste kiye, uske lund ke upar khud baith gayi. Munna ke honton se ek moan nikal gaya, “Ahh fuck…” kyunki uski chut itni tight thi ki lag raha tha jaise poora lund usme jakad liya ho.
Pranali ne apne haathon se Munna ke seene ko dabaaya, kamar hilani shuru ki… dheere-dheere, jaise kisi rhythm mein ho. Phir, kuch hi seconds mein, usne pace badha diya—ab vo literal riding kar rahi thi… fast, wild, aur unapologetically horny.
“Ahh… Munna… haan… haan… mujhe aur chahiye… aur!”
Uski moaning ab music ban gayi thi—ek seductive tune jo kamre ke har kone mein gunj raha tha.
Munna neeche se uski kamar ko hold karta, kabhi uske boobs ko pakadta, kabhi uske nipples ko chusne ke liye uthta, lekin Pranali was in full control.
“Aaj main tujhe dikhati hoon Munna... main sirf kisi ki biwi nahi hoon... main bhi ek aurat hoon... jise chahiye hota hai pleasure, jise chahiye hota hai tera lund!”
Her words, her ride, her dominance—sab kuch Munna ke liye ek fantasy tha. Bed ki chadar silak rahi thi, wood ki halki-chik chik unke motion ke sath milkar ek filthy sexy soundtrack ban gayi thi.
Slap... slap... slap...
Her wetness ne unke every move ko ek sound diya—raw, sticky, carnal.
Munna ki saansein tez thi, "Fuck… tu pagal kar rahi hai mujhe Pranali…"
Uska lund throbbing tha, ready to explode.
Pranali ne apne baalon ko peeche kiya, aankhon mein junoon, aur Munna ko niche se dekha jaise keh rahi ho, "Ab tu sirf mera hai."




Pranali ab poori tarah se wild ho chuki thi. Uska jism Munna ke upar nach raha tha, har thrust ke sath uski chut Munna ke lund ko aur tight kar rahi thi jaise use andar se kha jaana chahti ho. Munna ke hothon se ab bas moans nikal rahe the:
“Ahh… fuck… Pranali… tu kya kar rahi hai…”
Slap… slap… slap…
Her wetness aur uska pace—dono milkar ek primal sound create kar rahe the, jo sirf un do jismon ki nahi, unke andar chhupi hui har chhoti bachi hui inhibition ki tod thi.
Pranali ke boobs upar neeche hil rahe the, mangalsutra unpe takra raha tha, aur Munna uss moment mein poora kho gaya tha.
Pranali ne Munna ke seene pe haath rakha, uski aankhon mein jhaanka, aur bold voice mein bola:
“Main aa rahi hoon, Munna… Mujhe chhodna mat… mujhe bhar de…”
Uski body ek dum tight ho gayi, uski chut ne Munna ke lund ko andar se jakkad liya—aur uske moans high pitch mein explode kiye:
“Ahhh… haan… MUNNA… YESSSSSSSS!”
Woh tharki scream ke saath orgasm mein chali gayi, uska jism kaanp raha tha, chut throbbing thi, aur Munna us vibration ko poora feel kar raha tha. Aur yehi pressure uske liye too much ho gaya.
Munna ne apne haath uski kamar pe kas ke rakhe, neeche se teen solid jhatke diye, aur phir…
“Fuck… main bhi aa raha hoon… aa gaya!”
Ek deep thrust ke sath uska lund Pranali ke andar hi explode ho gaya—usne sab kuch uske andar chhod diya. Uski saans ruk gayi ek pal ke liye, jism tight hua, aur dono ek dusre ke upar gir gaye—thak gaye, lekin ek dusre mein ghule hue.
Kamre mein ab sirf unki saansein thi. Warm, heavy, aur sukoon bhari.
Pranali ab bhi Munna ke upar thi, thoda hilti hui, thoda hansi ke sath. “Pehli baar kisi ne mujhe poora mehsoos karwaya hai…” usne dheere se kaha.
Munna ne uska chehra chuma. "Aur main chahta hoon ki yeh aakhri baar na ho."



Pranali Munna ke upar hi gir gayi thi—thak ke, toot ke. Aur bina kuch soche, uski aankhon mein neend utar aayi. Munna ne usse apni baahon mein le liya… tight, protective, jaise us raat ki har ek moan ko sambhal ke rakhna chahta ho. Dono bas ek dusre mein lipte, nange, khaamoshi mein so gaye.
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Subah jab Pranali ki aankh khuli, toh usne khud ko Munna ki baahon mein paaya. Uska tan ab bhi nanga tha, Munna ke saath chipka hua. Ek pal ke liye uske dimaag ne sab kuch yaad kar liya.
Har touch. Har moan. Har thrust.
Aur uske saath, yaad aayi deal ki woh third condition—
“Har tarah ka pleasure milega, but sex nahi hoga.”
Par usne sab kuch bhula diya tha… apna word, apna guilt, apna status.
Pleasure ne usse jeet liya tha.
Aur us pleasure mein, vo apne pati ko cheat kar gayi thi.
Uski aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye. Dil guilt se bhar gaya. Woh dheere se uthi—pair dard kar rahe the, jism pe Munna ke love bites the. Aur sabse zyada, uski chut se ab bhi Munna ka sperm dheere-dheere bahar aa raha tha—ek silent reminder ke raat bhar uske andar kya hua.
Woh washroom gayi, khud ko clean kiya. Thoda der pani ke neeche khadi rahi—jaise paani se woh paap dhona chahti ho. Phir usne apni saari pehni, maang mein sindoor lagaya… aur aaine mein apne aap se nazar milayi.
Jab woh bahar aayi, Munna jag chuka tha. Bed se nanga, relaxed, confident. Usne Pranali ko dekha… aur ek cheeky smile di.
Pranali ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein kuch toofani tha. “Deal khatam. Aaj se tum mera peecha nahi karoge.”
Munna ne muskurate hue, apne gurur se kaha,
“Theek hai… maine jo manga tha, usse to tune zyada diya. Lekin tu bhi to poora maza le rahi thi. Mujhe nahi lagta tu mujhse door reh payegi, Pranali.”
Uske lafzon ne Pranali ka dil chhed diya. Usse yaad aaya—us orgasm ki intensity, us feeling ka junoon… vo sach mein sirf sex nahi tha, kuch aur tha. Par use khud ko sambhalna tha.
Woh Munna ke paas chali gayi, uska chehra pakda… aur ek deep, passionate kiss liya. Aakhri baar. Us kiss mein pyaar nahi tha—sirf emotion, ownership, aur alvida thi.
Phir usne dheere se kaha,
“Miss karna mujhe… yeh cheez tere saamne hogi, lekin ab teri kabhi nahi hogi.”
Aur bina peeche dekhe, woh room se bahar nikal gayi




Pranali car ke pichle seat pe chup baithi thi, jisme sirf uski saans aur guilt ki garmi thi. Bahar ke raaste blur ho gaye the—na jaane Lucknow ki taraf ja rahe the ya Mirzapur se door, us raat ke dard ko peeche chhod kar.
Driver kuch nahi bol raha tha—Munna ka banda tha, samajh gaya tha ki madam kis halat mein hain.
Pranali ki aankhon mein aansu the. Koi cheekhna nahi tha, koi drama nahi… bas ek heavy silence, jo andar se chillaye ja raha tha:
"Main yeh kya kar baithi?"
Uske haath lap mein the, band. Pairon mein dard tha, sirf physical nahi—mental bhi. Uska jism ab bhi Munna ki chhap se bhara tha.
Uski chut abhi bhi slightly sore thi, us love bites ka halka burn tha… aur mann mein ek aawaz thi:
"Main ek pyaar karne wali pativrata patni thi… aur ab main Munna Tripathi ki raat ban chuki hoon."
"Main kaise apne pati ki aankhon mein dekhungi? Kaise use ye sach bataungi? Bataungi bhi ya sab kuch daba dungi?"
Car mein har jhatka uske guilt ko jhatk raha tha. Dimaag flashback kar raha tha—Munna ke deep thrusts, uska naam cheekh-te hue apne pati ka naam bhool jaana, aur wo climax jisme usne control khodiya tha.
Woh raat sirf sex nahi thi—woh ek surrender tha. Aur sabse painful part?
Usse uss raat mein sukoon mila tha. Pleasure mila tha.
Usne apna chehra haath se chhupaya, khud se darte hue socha,
"Agar main enjoy na karti, to shayad guilt kam hota… par main to poora beh gayi thi usmein. Aurat hoke main apna farz bhool gayi."
Munna ka chehra uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha—uski aankhon ka junoon, uska arrogance, uska possessive tone:
“Tu mujhse door nahi reh payegi…”
Usne shake kiya apna head, “No. Main kuch nahi thi uske liye… bas ek conquest. Par mere liye yeh sirf physical nahi tha.”
Aur woh realization hi sabse zyada chubhi thi.
Car ne sharp brake liya—ghar aa gaya tha. Driver ne aankhon se ishara kiya: “Aa gaya, madam.”
Pranali ne aankhon se aansu pochhe. Aaina dekha… khud ko sambhala. Saree theek ki, mangalsutra adjust kiya, lekin dil ka hal theek karna impossible tha.
She stepped out.
Ab use apna asli chehra pehnna tha—the dutiful wife.
Par andar to sirf ek hi thought ghoom raha tha:
"Main ab wo Pranali nahi rahi."




Pranali ghar ke bedroom mein aayi. Pati office ja chuke the, ghar mein dead silence tha. Woh chupke se door lock karke bed pe baith gayi. Phone uthaya.
Hands trembling.
Eyes red.
Contact: Shubha.
Usne phone lagaya… ek ring… do ring…
“Hello?”
Shubha ka usual cheerful tone.
Pranali ne kuch nahi bola pehle. Sirf saans.
“Hello? Pranali? Tu theek hai na?”
Aur tab… uska gala bandh gaya. Saans ruki. Phir toot gaya.
“Shubha…”
“Ha bolo, kya hua?”
“Main… maine… maine kuch aisa kiya hai jo main kabhi soch bhi nahi sakti thi…”
Shubha turant serious ho gayi.
“Kya hua Pranali? Tu ro rahi hai?”
Pranali ke hothon se sirf ek lafz nikla, “Munna…”
Doosri taraf sannata.
Shubha ne almost whisper kiya:
“Kya? Tum dono ne…?”
Pranali ro padi.
“Sab kuch hua, Shubha. Sab kuch. Maine control khod diya… main uski baahon mein chali gayi… maine usse chudwaya…”
"Aur sabse ganda hissaa? Mujhe... maza aaya."
Shubha shocked thi.
“Pranali... tune toh kaha tha deal mein sex allowed nahi tha…!”
“Main janti hoon. Mujhe yaad tha. Har moment yaad tha. Par us raat main sab bhool gayi thi… vo jo karta raha… main ruk nahi payi…”
Ek silence. Sirf Pranali ke aansu ki aawaz.
“Aur ab? Ab tu kya feel kar rahi hai?”
“Shame… guilt… aur…”
Ek pause.
“…aur craving. Mujhe lagta hai main uske paas wapas jaana chahti hoon. Aur mujhe nafrat hai is baat se.”
Shubha ke words dheere se aaye:
“Tu sirf cheat nahi kiya… tune apne aap ko kisi aur ke hawale kar diya. Ab tu decide kar—ye galti thi, ya koi aur sach.”
Pranali sirf ek line boli:
“Main apne pati ke saath hoon… par Munna ke baare mein soch rahi hoon. Aur shayad yehi meri sabse badi haar hai.”
Call cut nahi hua. Dono side pe sirf silence tha.
Bhaari, sach se bhara hua silence.

Whiskey glass in hand, phone to his ear, that smug little smile spreading on his lips.
Phone rings. Answered.
Sharad Shukla:
“Badhai ho, Soham bhai… Munna Tripathi ne teri patni ke saath suhagraat manayi. Aur tu phir bhi shaant hai?”
Soham (laughing softly):
“Shaant nahi hoon, Sharad… khush hoon. Ab usne taste kiya hai na? Ab usse craving hogi. Uska weakness banegi meri biwi. Aur usi se main usse kheenchunga.”
Sharad haans pada.
“Bada kutta nikla tu… biwi bahar chud aayi aur tu usi ka jashn mana raha hai?”
Soham ne ek sip liya.
“Jab chudne ki keemat 100 crore ho, toh jashn hi manega banda. Main koi emotional fool nahi hoon. Pranali uski raat thi… par mere plan ka pawn hai.”
Sharad thoda impressed sa tone mein:
“Wah… Munna soch raha hoga usne Mirzapur pe kabza kaise jama liya… use kya pata Mirzapur usi ki raat se chhink liya jayega.”
Soham ki aankhon mein ek glint tha.
“Ab Munna Pranali ke peeche pagal hoga. Aur main? Main usse deal karunga. Emotions se nahi… leverage se. Mujhe Mirzapur nahi chahiye, mujhe Munna ka remote control chahiye. Aur vo maine set kar diya.”
Sharad:
“Pagal to tu hamesha se tha… lekin ab tu dangerous ban gaya hai. Bhabhi ko use karke Don banne ka plan? Mazaa aaya bhai.”
Soham (smirking):
“Bas ab dekhte ja. Munna chodega nahi Pranali ko… aur main chhodunga nahi Munna ko.”
Dono taraf se ek thanda, karara laughter ghoomta hai. Power ka, manipulation ka, aur shaitan dimaag ka.

Update shandaar hey.. Par kuch shikayat

1. Randi ko chodne waala munna do u think woh ek sanskari ladki keliye apne aap ko kho degaa.?

2. Pranali sanskari hey par sirf sex keliye munna ko taange khola... Yeh thoda ajeeb lag raha hey... U cud have made her drunk during sex...

Yeh dono shikayat hey

[Joker44]

Update shandaar hey.. Par kuch shikayat

1. Randi ko chodne waala munna do u think woh ek sanskari ladki keliye apne aap ko kho degaa.?

2. Pranali sanskari hey par sirf sex keliye munna ko taange khola... Yeh thoda ajeeb lag raha hey... U cud have made her drunk during sex...

Yeh dono shikayat hey

Thanks for suggestions,

for 1st point there is many things i will add in future story so uske liye ye jaruri hae its a feeling that he never got from anyone, because he always got anything that he want.

For 2nd point I agree I forgot add the para where she got drunk, i have updated that para in the start of the sex sence. 

Thank you so much for the suggestions keeep reading. u can also enjoy my other stories do check them.

[Umavictor32]

Thanks for suggestions,

for 1st point there is many things i will add in future story so uske liye ye jaruri hae its a feeling that he never got from anyone, because he always got anything that he want.

For 2nd point I agree I forgot add the para where she got drunk, i have updated that para in the start of the sex sence. 

Thank you so much for the suggestions keeep reading. u can also enjoy my other stories do check them.

Bro... I was mad on ur story so i gone through many times... Being a 31 year divorcee woman such stories gove me happiness... I feel to imagine me in such situation... But fact is she had only wine no drinks... Wine and alcohal maim thoda difference hai..anyway ur narration is brilliant

[Imaamit]

Is story ka zawab nhi, nice...

[Imaamit]

Waiting....

[sushilt20]

Superb update

[pujaa69]

Awesome update

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro... with pics

[Joker44]

 at a private villa just outside Mirzapur. The night is still. Crickets chirp in the silence. Sharad Shukla and Soham sit on leather chairs under a soft amber light, a bottle of Glenfiddich between them, glasses half full.
Sharad (raising his glass):
"Yaar Soham... plan toh kamaal ka tha. Teri biwi ab Munna ke bistar ki rani ban gayi. Par aage kya? Emotional manipulation kaise karega tu? Woh ladki toh guilt mein doobi hogi abhi..."
Soham (smirking, swirling his glass):
"Guilt hi toh sabse strong weapon hai. Uski duniya ab sirf guilt aur dar ke beech jhool rahi hai. Aur us guilt ko direction dena... mera kaam hai."
Sharad (eyebrows raised):
"Teri biwi emotional mess hai, par control mein kaise aayegi? Ek baar chud jaane se toh Munna se obsession bhi ho sakta hai."
Soham (leaning forward, wicked grin):
"Mere paas ek aur trump card hai... uska doosra support system bhi ab mere side mein hai."
Sharad (confused):
"Kya matlab?"
Soham stands up, buttons his shirt, throws a knowing glance.
Soham:
"Aaja. Tujhe dikhata hoon."

their SUV down a deserted road. They stop outside a cozy two-story house—Shubha Kubal’s.
Sharad watches from the passenger seat as Shubha opens the door—dbangd in a soft cotton saree, her silhouette glowing in the porch light, baby in her arms.


Sharad (shocked):
"Ye toh... Pranali ki best friend hai na?"
Soham (smiling like the devil):
"Best friend? Ab meri silent partner hai. Usne Pranali ko Munna ke liye push nahi kiya... usne sirf usse 'support' diya."
Sharad (grinning):
"Bhai... tu toh asli player nikla. Ek patni chudwaayi, ek dost ka dimaag liya. Is game mein sab tere pieces hain."
Soham (lights a cigarette):
"Ab bas... Munna ko hataana hai. Aur Mirzapur meri biwi ke zariye jeetna hai."

Shubha ne chup-chaap darwaza band kiya. Uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si shanti thi, jaise sab kuch pehle se plan tha. Saree ki pallu se apna face thoda thik kiya, fir apni beti Jiya ko gently god se utar ke doosre kamre mein sula diya. Ek baar baby so gayi, toh vo wapas hall mein aayi jahan Soham aur Sharad relaxed ho ke baith gaye the.
Sharad (thoda impressed):
"Simple dikhti hai... par bada role play kar gayi isne."
Soham (smirking):
"Tum jaise soch rahe ho, bilkul waise hi sab kuch ho raha hai."
Shubha ne aankhon se un dono ko dekha, ek second ke liye hesitation aayi, par fir woh apni usual calm tone mein boli:
Shubha:
"Sab kuch jaise bola tha, waise hi kiya. Par Pranali ka guilt real hai... woh toh tooti hui hai."
Soham (nikalta hai ek bundle, kam se kam 10 lakh cash):
"Tere liye. As promised. Aur yeh sirf shuruaat hai."
Shubha ne paise dekhe, koi shock nahi tha. She took it calmly, jaise yeh koi salary ho har mahine milne wali.
Shubha:
"Main Pranali ke emotions ko sambhaal lungi. Usse lagta hai ki main uski dost hoon, toh uska dard bhi mujhe batati hai... aur jo sunna hai, main tujhe bata dungi."
Sharad (laughing softly):
"Mirzapur jeetne ka raasta bedroom se jaata hai... aur tu toh puri chessboard chala raha hai Soham."
Soham ne ek lambi sip li whisky ki aur bola:
Soham:
"Pranali sirf shuruaat hai... Mirzapur meri destination hai. Aur Shubha... meri secret weapon."
Shubha (thoda dry smile ke saath):
"Bas yaad rakhna Soham... weapon jab mood mein ho, toh direction bhi change kar sakta hai."
Sharad (teasing tone):
"Arey arey... yeh toh dhamki thi kya?"
Shubha (nazar ghumate hue):
"Nahi... bas ek yaad-dilaava."
Room mein kuch seconds ke liye silence tha. Bahar se ek distant train ka horn sunayi diya, jaise kisi aur level ke plot ki shuruaat hone wali ho.




Villa ke soft yellow lights ke neeche atmosphere aur bhi thoda garam ho gaya tha. Whisky ka nasha, saazishon ka flavor, aur ab... kuch personal cravings.
Soham ne whisky ka glass side table pe rakha, pocket se do aur lakh nikaale—thik-thik noton ke bundles. Unhe table pe rakha, thoda slide karte hue Shubha ke saamne. Paise dekhte hi Shubha ki aankhon mein ek alag si chamak aa gayi.
Soham (halke se lean karte hue):
"Tere liye aur... thoda extra. Tere efforts ke liye."
Shubha ne usse aankhon se dekha. Thodi der tak kuch bola nahi. Par phir... ek dheemi si muskaan uske honton pe ubhar aayi. Paise uske liye naya nahi tha, zarurat thi. Aur Soham jaanta tha—uski financial situation tight hai, aur uss tight situation mein decisions zyada dil se nahi, jeb se liye jaate hain.
Soham ne aage badhkar, uska haath pakda aur apni taraf khinch liya. Pehle toh Shubha thoda hichkichaayi, par phir woh bhi resist nahi kar payi. Uska dupatta dheere se soham ke haathon se phisla… aur neeche gir gaya.
Uske blouse ke andar se uske dhoodh bhare hue boobs visibly heavy lag rahe the, jaise unhe samhalna mushkil ho raha ho. Blouse tight tha, aur nipples ka outline clearly dikh raha tha. Breastfeeding ke baad unka size aur weight dono badh gaya tha, aur soham ki nazar usi pe atki hui thi.
Kuch kadam door Sharad sofa pe relaxed tha, whisky ka sip le raha tha. Uske honton pe ek halka sa smirk tha—ek spectator jo sab kuch enjoy kar raha tha.
Sharad (teasing tone mein, aankhon se soham ko signal deta hua):
"Bhai... tu toh literal meaning mein sab pe haavi ho gaya hai."
Soham ne Shubha ke kaan ke paas jhuk ke kaha:
Soham (whispering):
"Tujhpe pura bharosa hai... par yeh bharosa thoda aur gehra ho jaaye toh... aur maza aayega."
Shubha ne aankh utha ke dekha, phir halki si neck tilt ki... aur sirf itna kaha:
Shubha (soft, husky):
"Aaj ki raat... sirf bharose ki hai."
Room ka mahaul ab political se personal hota jaa raha tha. Aur iss raat ke baad… dynamics aur bhi dangerous hone wale the.



Room ke andar lights ab dheere ho chuki thi, sirf ek corner lamp ki roshni un teeno ke chehre pe pad rahi thi. Sharad relaxed tha, whisky le kar ek kone mein baitha, aur saamne—Shubha aur Soham, ek dusre ke itne kareeb ki beech ka distance ab sirf saanson ka reh gaya tha.
Soham ne Shubha ki kamar pakdi, usse apni taraf khincha. Uski soft saree ke folds unke beech mein halki rukawat ban rahe the—lekin Soham ko rukna kab tha? Usne blouse ke hooks ke paas apne fingers le jaaye, dheere se unhe khola.
Shubha ka tanav badhne laga. Nazar ek baar Sharad par gayi, jo seedha unki taraf dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein mazedaar curiosity thi—woh sirf dekh raha tha, lekin us nazar mein ek undekha pressure tha.
Shubha (thoda hichkichate hue, halki moan ke saath):
"S-Soham... woh dekh raha hai..."
Soham (kissing her neck, whispering):
"Toh dekhne de... tujhe dekhkar toh meri himmat aur badh gayi hai..."
Soham ne uska blouse khola, aur dheere se bra ke straps uske kandhon se khiska diye. Uski full, milk-heavy boobs finally open ho gaye, aur unhe dekh kar uske khud ke haath control mein nahi rahe.
Usne Shubha ke boobs dono haathon se pakde, unhe press kiya—warm, soft, lekin tight jaise unmein saari thakan bhari ho. Shubha ki moaning thodi aur tez ho gayi, nervousness aur arousal ka perfect mix.
Shubha (moaning softly):
"S-Soham… yeh... yeh sahi nahi hai..."
Lekin uske honton ne kuch aur kaha, uska jism kuch aur. Soham ne bra uthayi, uske nipples ko kiss karte hue woh bra uthakar seedha Sharad ki taraf fek diya.
Soham (with a sly grin):
"Sharad bhai… souvenir le jao."
Sharad ne bra ko hawa mein pakda, halka sa hansa. Uski aankhon mein shock nahi tha—bas pure enjoyment.
Soham ab Shubha ke nipples ko suck kar raha tha—ek baar left, ek baar right. Breastfeeding ke baad woh nipples thode aur sensitive ho gaye the, aur har suck ke saath Shubha ki moans aur deep ho rahi thi.
Uski kamar hil rahi thi, saree dhire-dhire niche girti ja rahi thi. She held Soham’s head tighter, ek taraf moaning... aur doosri taraf woh soch... “Woh dekh raha hai…”



Soham ab bhi Shubha ke soft, milk-heavy boobs ko suck kar raha tha—greedy lips, firm hands, jism ka har kone ab response de raha tha. Room mein sirf unki moaning aur lamp ke halki si buzz ki awaaz thi.
Tabhi... Sharad ne apni glass table pe rakhi drink khatam ki. Dheere se utha, aur aage badhkar jo cash table pe rakha tha, us par aur do bundle nikaal ke rakhe—fresh, crisp, tempting.
Sharad (calm, but heavy voice mein):
"Tumhare efforts ke liye bonus, Shubha ji… tum sirf informant nahi ho... ab toh entertainment bhi ban gayi ho."
Shubha ki nazar bundles pe gayi—woh kuch nahi boli, par uske gale ki movement ne dikhaya... uska andar kuch hila hai. Breath thoda fast hua, aur nipples already Soham ke suck se tight the, ab Sharad ke approach se aur stiff ho gaye.
Sharad ne pichhe se uska waist pakda, dheere se apne chest se uski bare back tak touch kiya. Ek second ke liye Shubha ka jism thoda stiff hua—par usne mana nahi kiya. Uska dupatta aur blouse pehle hi ja chuke the, aur saree kamar se dhalk rahi thi.
Sharad (thoda husky):
"Main sirf dekh raha tha… par ab lag raha hai... thoda mehsoos bhi kar loon."
Soham ne Shubha ke boobs chhod diye, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola:
Soham (teasing):
"Kya Shubha... bonus lena hai ya nahi?"
Shubha ne aankh uthayi, dono mardo ko dekha—ek saamne, ek pichhe. Ek husband jaisa close, doosra don jaisa dominant. Nervousness uski aankhon mein thi, lekin pareshani nahi... sirf adrenaline.
Shubha (thoda shaky, par seductive voice mein):
"Bonus lene ke liye... body bhi invest karni padti hai na?"
Sharad ne uska waist tight kiya, aur pichhe se uski saree kheench ke neeche gira di. Ab woh puri tarah semi-nude thi—sirf panties mein, dono mardon ke beech mein. Soham ne uska face pakda aur lips pe ek passionate kiss diya, jabki Sharad pichhe se uske hips ko caress kar raha tha.
Dono taraf se touch... dono taraf se desire.
Ek pal ke liye, Shubha Sharma nahi rahi. Woh bani... Mirzapur ki asli “deal closer.”




Shubha ab dono mardon ke beech thi—ek taraf Soham, jiska muh abhi bhi uske hard nipples ke taste se bhara tha… aur dusri taraf Sharad, jiska haath ab uske hips pe se slide karta hua thighs tak pahuch chuka tha.
Her saree completely pooled at her ankles, blouse gone, bra discarded like a forgotten temptation. Sirf ek sheer black panty—jo ab wet ho chuki thi.
Soham (growling softly):
"Tera taste... abhi bhi us doodh ka swaad hai, jo kisi aur ke liye tha..."
Usne ek baar phir nipple ko apne honton mein le liya, iss baar aur strong suction ke saath. Shubha ki body hil gayi—breastfeeding ke baad nipples sensitive ho chuke the, aur ab woh pleasure se thrill mein thi. Ek haath se uska dusra boob press kiya ja raha tha, milk ka halka stream nikal kar Soham ke lips tak pahucha.
Shubha (moaning, breathless):
"S-Soham… n-nahi… zyada mat… woh... doodh..."
Sharad (smirking, whispering in her ear):
"Doodh toh sabka hota hai, Shubha… par taste sirf khaas log lete hain."
Sharad ne ab pichhe se apne honton se uski gardan ko kiss kiya, aur haath uski panty ke upar se uski soaked heat ko feel karne lage. Woh panty ab sirf ek cloth piece thi—wet, thin, useless. Usne use side se khiska diya.
Shubha ab moaning kar rahi thi—ek nipple Soham ke muh mein, dusri taraf Sharad ka haath uske folds ke beech slide kar raha tha. Sharad ne ek finger andar insert ki, dheere se, testing her warmth. She gasped.
Shubha:
"Ohh… yeh… main... dono ke saath…"
Soham (looking up, intense):
"Aaj raat tu sirf apni nahi... ham dono ki hai."
Soham ne body thoda side ki, aur ab Sharad ne uske dusre boob ko apne honton mein le liya—aur jaise doodh ka taste usne pehli baar mehsoos kiya, woh ruk nahi saka. Strong sucks, warm milk, aur uske moans ek dusre mein ghul gaye.
Sharad (licking slowly):
"Uff… asli swaad toh yeh hai... Mirzapur ka asli mal."
Shubha ab dono ke beech mein completely consumed thi—ek taraf sucking, dusri taraf fingering, aur uski body ka har part ab respond kar raha tha. Her legs trembled, voice cracked with pleasure.
Shubha (moaning uncontrollably):
"M-main… aahh... aur nahi... please…"
Lekin yeh “please” na rukne ke liye tha, na mana karne ke liye. Yeh tha surrender ka signal.
Soham ne usse utha kar table par bitha diya, legs wide open, nipples still leaking slightly. Sharad ne panty puri tarah nikal di, uski thighs ko open rakha, aur dono ne ek dusre ko dekha—silent agreement.
Sharad:
"Ek raat. Ek aurat. Puri tarah."





Table ke upar bethi Shubha ka jism kaanp raha tha—na sirf thakan se, par uncontainable desire se. Saree ka ek tukda zameen pe gira tha, aur woh khud sirf apni thartharati skin mein, dono mardon ke beech mein uljhi hui thi.
Soham ne uski thighs aur wide ki, aur uske beech ke geele, gungune hisson pe nazar tik gayi. Uski chut thodi si open thi, pink and glistening with arousal. Har moan ke saath woh halki si spasm karti, jaise usse khud nahi pata ki uske andar kitni bhukh chhupi hai.
Soham (smirking):
“Tere lips se toh haan nahi nikli, par neeche se sab kuch keh diya tune…”
Usne apne lips uski inner thighs pe rakhe, aur dheere-dheere upar jaane laga. Shubha ke moan aur tez ho gaye jab uski chut par soham ka zubaan laga—ek lamba, wet lick, base se clit tak. Usne apni aankhein band kar li aur kamar hilayi. Woh pehli baar itne intense tareeke se kisi ke zubaan ka pressure feel kar rahi thi.
Shubha (breathless):
“Ohhh… Soham… yeh… yeh kaisa lag raha hai…”
Soham ne jawab nahi diya—sirf zubaan se uski chut ko taste karta raha, clit ko suck karta, kabhi teeth se halka nibble karta. Uske dono haath uski kamar pakad kar usse aur apni taraf kheench rahe the.
Us waqt, Sharad saamne aaya, apna belt kholta hua. Uski aankhon mein hunger thi—ek shaant, controlled, lekin wild hunger. Usne apna lund nikaala—hard, thick, aur already leaking.
Sharad (to Shubha):
“Tera muh ab mere liye hai.”
Shubha ne uski taraf dekha, phir soham ke zubaan ki warmth feel karte hue, thoda jhuki, aur sharad ka lund apne honton se pakad liya. Ek heavy moan uske gale mein daba, jab usne head ke upar se start kiya, soft kisses ke saath, phir dheere-dheere andar lena shuru kiya.
Ab scene fully synced tha—ek taraf Soham uski chut ko explore kar raha tha, doosri taraf Sharad uske muh mein apni throb hoti masculinity ko feel kar raha tha. Shubha dono ke beech mein helpless nahi thi… woh surrender kar rahi thi apne control ke saath.
Soham ne jab uski chut ko enough wet kar diya, usne upar uthkar Sharad ko aankhon se signal diya. Shubha ab heavy moaning ke beech mein thoda sa jhuki thi, her body was ready… trembling, but needy.
Sharad (panting):
“Tayyar ho na?”
Soham ne uske back se hold kiya, uske waist ko pakadkar dheere se apna lund uske wet slit ke beech slide kiya—warmth, resistance, aur phir... ek smooth glide. Ek long thrust mein, woh uske andar chala gaya.
Shubha ne scream ki—na dard ka, na regret ka… woh scream thi release ki.




Room ke andar hawa garam ho chuki thi. Sirf ek lamp ki roshni mein, teen jism ek dusre mein gundh chuke the—passion, power, aur pareshani ka perfect mix. Har corner mein unke movements ki awaaz gunj rahi thi—wet skin ki thap-thap, moaning ki echoes, aur heavy breathing ka jungle beat.
Shubha ab table ke edge par thi, Sharad uske andar pura ghusa hua, strong deep thrusts ke saath. Uske boobs hil rahe the har push ke saath, aur nipples ab tak dus baar se zyada chus chuke the—red, sore, aur ab bhi tempting.
Shubha (moaning loud):
“Ahhh… deeper, Sharad… haan… mujhe tod do… aur…”
Uske words khud usko shock kar rahe the. Woh kabhi soch bhi nahi sakti thi ki uske hothon se aise lafz nikalenge. Lekin body… body toh ab kisi aur ki thi.
Sharad ke lund ki har thrust uski chut ke andar ka har kona bhar raha tha, jisme ab friction ke saath uska own juice mix ho chuka tha. Soham side mein, uski moist fingers ko dekh raha tha… usne patience nahi rakha.
Soham (growling):
“Ab main... us mooh ka taste phir se chahta hoon.”
Usne Shubha ke hairs pakad kar uska face apne lund ke paas le aaya. Shubha ne bina resistance ke, still moaning, apna muh open kiya… aur Soham ka lund uske gale tak chala gaya.
Ab Shubha front se blowjob de rahi thi Soham ko, aur peeche se Sharad uske andar deep thrusts maar raha tha. Her whole body rocked with every double rhythm—ek thrust neeche, ek thrust gale mein.
Unki movements ki awaaz ab room mein goonj rahi thi: “thak...thak...slap...slurppp… aahhh… slapp…”
Har second mein woh close aati ja rahi thi—ek explosion ke kareeb, ek cliff ke edge par.
Sharad (panting, tight grip):
“Main… bas... main aa raha hoon…”
Shubha (trembling, overwhelmed):
“Mujhe bhi… main... main toot rahi hoon…”
Sharad ne ek final, powerful thrust diya—deepest. Aur ussi moment mein Shubha ka jism hil gaya, kamar ek tremble mein chali gayi, aur uski chut ne milk jaisa warm release kiya—ek intense climax, body shuddering, aankhon mein pani.
Soham ne uske gale ko thoda relax karte hue, apna load uske honton par finish kiya—thoda lips pe, thoda chin pe. Shubha ne aankhein band karke woh warmth feel ki.
Room mein kuch seconds tak sirf silence tha—sirf unki moans ka echo baaki tha.
Soham (breathing hard):
"Tum sirf ek raat ka part nahi thi… tum toh plan ka center ho."
Shubha (nazar jhuka kar, honton pe unke dono ke taste ke saath):
"Aur plan… kabhi kabhi badal bhi sakta hai."




Thakan se tooti, legs spread, aur body se har second me narmi aur garam thakan tapak rahi thi—Shubha ab farsh par leti thi. Uski chut se cum dheere-dheere bahar nikal raha tha, thighs ke beech ek sticky garmi failti ja rahi thi. Uska chehra bhi ussi safed liquid se bhara hua tha, hoth gile, aankhen thaki hui, par andar kahi ek ajeeb si shanti thi… ya shayad be-hissi.
Sharad ne apne kapde pehne, collar thoda set kiya aur ek aur cash ka bundle nikaala. Usne bina kuch bole woh bundle seedha Shubha ke nange seene pe fek diya. Currency ke note uske thartharate boobs aur geele pet par bikhar gaye.
Sharad (chhoti hansi ke saath):
"Yeh bhi ek alag level ka maza tha… ismein woh asli raw touch hai. Phir se aayenge... lekin guzar milne ke excuse ke saath."
Soham ne calmly apne shirt ke buttons band kiye, aur mirror mein ek baar apne reflection ko dekha. Uske chehre pe koi guilt nahi, sirf calculation thi.
Soham (dry tone mein):
"Iske pati ko cancer hai. Abhi hospital mein admit hai… yeh paisa chahiye use… aur humein yeh."
Sharad:
“Perfect combo... zarurat bhi, aur lachak bhi.”
Dono ne ek baar aur Shubha ko dekha—woh ab bhi farsh par thi, aankhen band, sansen tej, aur har jagah se leaked… lekin khud mein chup ho gayi thi.
Room ka darwaza khula, aur dono aadmi nikal gaye. Pehle whisky, phir game, ab silence.
Aur beech mein, ek aurat jo dost thi, maa thi, par ab… plan ka sabse shaktishaali hissa ban chuki thi.

[arvind274]

Nice updates

[pujaa69]

What a fucking amazing ? update