Adultery Pativrata Patni se Hotwife Tak - Ek safar

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Geeti ki phone ki halki si vibration ne usse neend se uthaya. Usne aankhein aadhi kholi aur bedside table se phone uthaya. Screen par ek message chamak raha tha—Raghavan ka message.
Raghavan (Boss): "Your visa is approved. Be ready. We leave for Thailand soon. Trip duration: 7 days."
Ek dheemi si muskurahat uske honthon par aayi. Toh finally, yeh trip fix ho chuka tha. 7 din Thailand mein—business meetings, luxury hotels, expensive dinners... aur sabse important, MD ki hidden desires jo ek ‘official agenda’ ke peeche chhupi thi.
Usne abhi message properly padha bhi nahi tha ki ek aur notification flash hua.
Raghavan: "MD is coming to office tomorrow to discuss the trip and itinerary. Be prepared."
Geeti ne phone table par rakha, aur ceiling ki taraf dekha. MD—Madhukar Dev, ek 60-year-old aadmi, power aur influence se bhara, aur uska bhookha. Yeh koi secret nahi tha. Pichle kuch mahino se MD ka hidden interest uske taraf badhta hi ja raha tha.
Pehle bhi try kar chuka tha. Gifts bhejwane ki koshish ki thi—expensive jewelry, designer bags, perfumes, lekin indirectly. Har baar Raghavan ke through.
But Geeti ne usi waqt Raghavan ko clear warning de di thi—“Agar MD ko mujhe chahiye, toh meri sharton pe khelna hoga. Yeh saste gifts se kuch nahi hone wala.”
Aur ab... wo kal aa raha tha.
Ab kyun? Yeh ek normal business meeting hai ya kuch aur? MD ka next move kya hone wala hai?
Of course, Thailand trip ek official kaam ke liye tha, lekin MD ke dimaag mein sirf business nahi chal raha hoga. Yeh baat fix thi.
Shayad ab usse lag raha hoga ki ab Geeti soft ho jaayegi, uske pressure ke aage gir jaayegi, aur apni control uske haathon mein de degi.
"Huh..." Geeti ne ek halka sa exhale kiya, uske honthon par ek teasing smile aayi.
Mard aur unki soch.
MD Ki Visit Ka Hidden Meaning
Kal ki meeting sirf Thailand ke itinerary ke baare mein nahi hone waali thi.
MD koi naya offer dega? Koi naya plan banayega? Ya phir directly kuch bolder move karega?
Ek baat clear thi—MD ab bhi usse paane ki koshish kar raha tha.
Aur Geeti jaanti thi, yeh game abhi khatam nahi hua tha.
Usne phone uthaya aur Raghavan ko ek chhota sa reply bheja—
"Noted. Will be ready for the meeting tomorrow."
Phir ek second ruk kar ek aur message likha—
"MD ko kehna, is baar agar mujhe impress karna hai, toh kuch zyada interesting lekar aaye."
Message send karne ke baad usne light off ki, ek teasing si muskurahat uske chehre par thi.
Kal ka din kaafi mazedaar hone wala tha.

Subah ke pehle rays jab Geeti ke kamre ki khidki se andar aaye, toh usne dheere se apni aankhein kholi. Aaj ka din important tha. MD Madhukar Dev aane wala tha, aur Geeti jaanti thi ki yeh sirf ek business meeting nahi hone wali thi.
Woh jaanta tha ki uski chahat sirf Thailand trip tak simit nahi thi—uske mann mein aur bhi irade honge. Lekin Geeti bhi koi aam aurat nahi thi. Agar MD usse chahata tha, toh uske terms par. Aur aaj, woh bas ek ordinary executive nahi, ek chalak, seductive, lekin classy aur unreachable malika banne wali thi.
Saree – An Elegant Weapon of Seduction
Geeti ne almirah kholi aur ek saree nikaali—deep wine red color ki, jo uski golden skin ke saath ekdam perfect contrast banaye. Yeh saree na zyada revealing thi aur na hi puri tarah se conservative—bilkul uske game ke hisaab se tayar.
Usne dheere se saree ka soft, sheer fabric apne badan ke ird-gird lapeta, jaise woh uski twacha ka ek hissa ban rahi ho. Saree perfectly dbangd thi—jitna dikhna chahiye, bas utna hi dikh raha tha, lekin jitna chhupa tha, wo aur zyada sulagta lag raha tha.
Blouse ek deep-cut sleeveless design tha, jo uske curves ko highlight kar raha tha. Uska clevage perfectly visible tha, ek teasing, seductive shape ke saath, lekin itna decent ki MD use cheap na soche, balki bas use dekhte hi bechain ho jaye.
Uska navel perfectly exposed tha, saree ka pallu halki si loose dbang mein tha, jo uski kamar aur belly ke curves ko aur bhi highlight kar raha tha. Jab bhi woh chalegi, toh uski kamar aur uski toned belly ka slight movement MD ki nazar ko wahin fix kar dega.
Uske bare arms ek dum smooth aur well-toned dikh rahe the, aur jab usne apne baal ek side pe kiye, toh uske nange armpits bhi subtly expose ho gaye—ekdum clean, delicate aur ek soft chamak ke saath. Yeh MD ke mann mein ek new craving bharne ke liye kaafi tha.
Saree ka pallu dheere se shoulder se fisal raha tha, jo uske deep backless blouse ko expose kar raha tha—ek narmi bhara curve jo sirf tease kar raha tha, kuch zyada reveal nahi kar raha tha. Wahi mystery jo MD ko aur pagal kar degi.

Final Look – A Goddess Ready to Control the Game
Geeti mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi, ek baar apne aap ko poora dekha.
Golden skin, perfect curves, toned belly, soft exposed armpits, and a cleavage jo bas ek invitation jaisa lag raha tha.
Ek teasing smile uske chehre pe aayi. Yeh sirf ek saree nahi thi, yeh ek carefully designed trap tha. Aaj MD ko sirf ek meeting nahi milne waali thi, balki ek aisi tamanna jo use aur bhi bechain karegi.
Usne halki si perfume spray ki—ek deep musk fragrance jo MD ki senses ko aur tease karegi. Hair ek taraf rakha, jisse uske nange kandhe aur armpits aur zyada visible ho gaye.
MD ko lagna chahiye ki Geeti uski hai, lekin usse yeh bhi mehsoos hona chahiye ki woh use tab tak nahi milegi jab tak woh uske sharton pe na aaye.
Ek confident smile ke saath, Geeti [b]meeting ke liye tayyar thi—ek goddess, ek tease, aur ek unstoppable power.[/b]









Jaise hi Geeti office mein enter hui, saara mahaul ek pal ke liye ruk gaya.
Ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi, jaise sabke dil ek saath tez dhadak rahe ho. Har nazar sirf usi par thi—aankhon mein utsukta, aakarshan, aur bechaini.
Woh jaanti thi ki aaj woh sirf ek employee nahi thi, balki ek chalti-phirti fantasy ban chuki thi.
Uski wine-red saree har curve ko ekdum perfect hug kar rahi thi, jaise uske badan ka hi ek hissa ho. Blouse sleeveless tha, deep-cut, jo uski collarbone aur smooth shoulders ko expose kar raha tha. Jab bhi woh apne baal ek side pe karti, uske nange armpits ki ek halki jhalak milti, jo aur bhi tease kar rahi thi.
Uski kamar patli aur perfect curve mein thi, saree ka pallu loosely dbangd tha, jisse uska smooth, glowing navel pura dikh raha tha. Jab woh chali, toh uski kamar ka halka sa hilna, navel ke aas-paas ki twacha ka stretch hona, yeh sab har nazar ko wahin bandh raha tha.
Ek halki si musk fragrance uske aas paas fail rahi thi, jo aakarshan ko aur bhi gehra kar rahi thi.
Aaj ka din sirf business ka nahi hone wala tha.

Madhukar Dev (MD) apni cabin mein tha, papers check kar raha tha, jab uski nazar glass wall ke paar Geeti par padi.
Aur ek pal ke liye, uski saari soch blank ho gayi.
Uske haath mein jo pen tha, woh tight ho gaya, uska dil thoda sa tez dhadak gaya, lekin uske chehre pe ek shaant, lekin dangerous muskurahat thi.
Damn.
Yeh sirf ek aurat nahi thi, yeh ek open challenge tha.
Uska sleeveless blouse uske smooth, toned arms ko expose kar raha tha. Jab bhi woh apni body adjust karti, uske soft armpits ki ek teasing jhalak dikh jaati. MD ki nazar wahan ruki, uske mann mein ek ajeeb si bhookh jag gayi.
Lekin sabse zyada uska deep neckline uske saansein tez kar raha tha. Stan halki si teasing bounce ke saath perfect curve mein dikh rahe the, na zyada expose na kam, bas itna ki ek mard pagal ho jaaye.
Uska navel ekdum clean aur seductive lag raha tha, saree ki folds se halki si jhalak mil rahi thi, jaise ek invitation ho.
MD apni kursi pe peeche jhuk gaya, uske honthon pe ek halki si muskurahat aayi.
Yeh ladki usse mana kar chuki thi. Pehle gifts se, chhoti-chhoti cheezon se uska mood banana chahta tha.
Lekin usne Raghavan se keh diya tha—agar MD ko usse kuch chahiye, toh use Geeti ki shartein maanni hongi.
Aaj ki tayyari dekhkar ek baat clear thi.
Woh khel rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi ki MD uske peeche pagal hai.
Lekin kya woh sirf tease karne aayi thi? Ya uske mann mein bhi kuch aur tha?
MD ne dheere se intercom ka button dabaya, aur ek dum shaant lekin command bhari awaaz mein bola—
"Geeti, mere cabin mein aajao. Abhi."
Usne glass wall se dekha, jaise hi Geeti ne apna sir thoda ghumaaya, jaise usse already expected ho.
Woh apne pallu ko adjust karte hue, confident steps mein MD ke cabin ki taraf badh gayi. Har ek step mein uske hips ka halka sa sway tha, jo uske andar ki game ko dikhata tha.
MD ne ek gehri saans li.
Aaj ki meeting sirf business nahi hone waali thi.




Geeti office pahunch chuki thi, cabin ka mahaul ekdum professional tha, meeting shuru ho chuki thi. Table par files bichi thi, MD Madhukar Dev papers dekh raha tha, Raghavan bhi side mein baitha tha, par MD ki aankhein bar-bar documents se uth kar Geeti ke badan par ja rahi thi.
Geeti jaanti thi.
Woh andar se muskurai, magar chehre par ek calm, poised expression tha. Meeting ke dauraan woh documents discuss kar rahi thi, lekin beech beech mein uski chhoti-chhoti movements jaan boojh kar seductive ho rahi thi.
Ek pal aaya jab usne dheere se apne baal ek taraf kiye, uski smooth, nange armpits fully expose ho gayi. MD ki aankhein wahan chipak gayi, jaise usse ek addiction ho chuki ho.
Geeti ne jaan-boojh kar apne pallu ko thoda sa adjust kiya, ek halki jhalak uske cleavage ki, uske full, soft curves ki dikhi. Woh apni seat pe halka sa aage jhuki, aur uska toned belly aur navel thoda aur dikhne laga.
MD andar hi andar ek garmi mehsoos kar raha tha, usse yeh ladki ab bas leni hi thi. Woh 64 ka tha, Geeti sirf 27 ki, ek dum fresh, seductive, ekdum jawaan, ek dum perfect. Woh uski purity, uski seduction, sab kuch todna chahta tha.
"Geeti," MD ki awaaz ab thodi heavy lag rahi thi, "Yeh Thailand trip tumhare career ke liye kaafi important hai. Agar tum yahan apna best perform karti ho, toh bahut kuch mil sakta hai."
Geeti ne apni narmi bhari muskurahat ke saath uski taraf dekha, "Haan sir, mujhe pata hai ki ye trip kaafi valuable hai."
MD ki aankhein uske honthon se lekar neeche uske body pe bar-bar ja rahi thi, uska mind ab meeting pe nahi, sirf Geeti ke seductive curves pe tha.
"Aur tumhare liye bhi," MD ne dheere se ek platinum credit card nikal kar table par rakha, "Company ka card hai, unlimited access. Tum is trip mein jitna chaho spend kar sakti ho."
Geeti ne halki si teasing muskurahat di, "Oh... kaafi generous offer hai, sir."
MD ab thoda aur aage jhuka, "Agar tum meeting mein aur Thailand trip mein achha perform karti ho, toh mujhe lagta hai ki tumhe ek promotion bhi mil sakta hai. Same level as your manager."
Geeti ne aankhein thodi narrow ki, phir dheere se smile di. Yeh aadmi use kharidne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Par Geeti koi aam ladki nahi thi.
Usne credit card uthaya, MD ki taraf dekha, aur ek sulagti muskurahat di, "Mujhe yeh deal kaafi interesting lag rahi hai, sir."
MD ne apni seat mein peeche jhuk kar Geeti ko dekha, uski aankhon mein ek bhookh thi, lekin Geeti jaanti thi—yeh sirf shuruat thi.





Geeti dheere se apni kursi se uthi, apne dono haath upar uthaye, jaise stretch kar rahi ho, lekin MD ke liye yeh ek clear tease tha. Uski sleeveless blouse ke wajah se uske smooth, nange armpits puri tarah expose ho gaye, ekdum clean aur inviting. MD ki nazar wahan chipak gayi, jaise wo har ek detail mehsoos kar raha ho.
Geeti ne ek halki si muskurahat di, ek teasing confidence ke saath aur dheere se kaha, “Sir, Thailand trip mein toh main best performance dungi, lekin sirf promotion se satisfy nahi houngi…”
MD ne ek deep laugh ki, uski aankhein ab khulle aam Geeti ke body ko explore kar rahi thi. Uski jawani ka har kona uske liye ek temptation ban chuka tha.
"Geeti," MD ne aankhein thodi narrow ki, uska chehra ekdum shikari jaisa ho gaya, "Ye credit card ab tumhara hai. Unlimited access. Jitna chaho, jitna spend karna chaho, sab tumhare haath mein hai."
Phir MD halka sa aage jhuka, uski awaaz thodi aur heavy ho chuki thi, "Aur agar tumne Thailand trip mein mujhe impress kar diya… toh sirf manager ka level nahi, tum company ki Vice President ban sakti ho."
Geeti ne ek aisi muskurahat di jo pure confidence aur seduction se bhari thi, jaise yeh game ab uske control mein ho.
Usne jaanboojh kar apna pen neeche gira diya, aur bina kisi jaldi ke, bedhasti se jhuki.
MD ki saansein rukh gayi.
Uski deep neckline, uska soft, full cleavage ekdum perfect angle se dikh raha tha. MD ke liye woh sirf ek second ka glimpse tha, lekin woh second uske liye ek ajeeb si aag laga chuka tha.
Geeti ne pen uthaya, seedhi hui, ek halki si teasing smile di, aur MD ki aankhon mein dekhkar boli—
"Aapko impress karna mere liye mushkil nahi hai, sir."
MD ab bas usse dekhta raha, ekdum silent, lekin uski aankhon mein ek bhookh thi, ek tez jalan, ek possession ki iccha.
Geeti apne hips dheere se sway karte hue cabin se nikal gayi, jaise usne uska sirf ek trail dikhaya ho, aur asli cheez sirf Thailand trip ke liye bachi ho.
MD ne ek gehri saans li, ekdum intense tareeke se apne chair pe peeche jhuka.
"Thailand trip bohot interesting hone wala hai..." usne dheere se bola, apne excitement ko control karte hue.



MD apni leather chair mein peeche jhuk kar ek gehri saans le raha tha. Abhi abhi Geeti is cabin se nikli thi, lekin uska ehsaas ab tak uske dimaag aur badan mein tha. Uski narmi bhari muskurahat, uska jhukar pen uthana, uske smooth armpits ki teasing jhalak—sab kuch MD ke mann mein ek naya aag lagake gaya tha.
Tabhi darwaza khula, aur Raghavan andar aaya.
Raghavan aate hi MD ki shakal dekhi aur halka sa smile kiya. Woh jaanta tha ki MD ki aankhon mein jo bhookh hai, uska sirf ek hi reason hai—Geeti.
MD halki si muskurahat ke saath bola, “Yeh ladki… uff… yeh koi normal ladki nahi hai, Raghavan. Isko paana aasaan nahi hai. Bohot samajhdaar aur chalak hai.”
Raghavan hansa, “Sir, yeh toh mujhe bhi pehle din se pata tha. Itni aasaan hoti toh aaj tak koi claim kar chuka hota. Par yeh sirf tease kar rahi hai, uska level badh gaya hai. Lekin ek baat fix hai—Thailand trip mein yeh bach nahi sakti.”
MD ka chehra aur intense ho gaya.
Usne whiskey ka ek sip liya, aur dheere se bola, “Thailand mein, ek baar yeh mere control mein aayi na… toh phir iske har curve, har softness ka maza loonga.”
Raghavan ki aankhein chamak gayi.
“Sir, aapko toh maza aayega hi. Lekin aap bhi jaante hain, yeh ladki sirf ek raat ka maza lene ke liye nahi hai. Yeh ekdum high-class maal hai. Aisi ladki ek baar taste karne ke baad bhoolti nahi.”
MD hasne laga, ekdum shaitani tareeke se.
“Raghavan, tujhe pata hai, maine kitni ladkiyan dekhi hai, Thailand mein bhi jitna chaho utna premium maal milta hai. Par Geeti jaise sirf ek hi hoti hai. Ek aisi ladki jo seedha na bole, lekin apni har chaal se invite kare.”
Raghavan bhi hasne laga.
“Sir, sach bolun toh main bhi excited hoon. Ek aisi ladki jo classy bhi ho, chalak bhi, lekin uske andar ki bhookh abhi fully jagi nahi. Par yeh trip ke baad, woh aapki ban chuki hogi.”
MD ne apni whiskey ka glass table pe rakha, aur ek confident smirk diya.
"Raghavan, bas ek baar Thailand pahunch jaayein... phir yeh ladki har shart bhool jaayegi. Main isse poora tod doonga."
Raghavan ab aur excited lag raha tha.
"Sir, Thailand mein aap dono enjoy kariye… phir shayad kabhi mujhe bhi thoda taste mil jaye!”
MD ne ek teasing laughter diya, ekdum dominating andaaz mein, "Dekh Raghavan… abhi yeh sirf shuruat hai. Par bas itna yaad rakh—yeh ladki sirf mere liye hai.”
Raghavan smirk karta raha, dono ki aankhon mein ek hi cheez thi—Thailand trip sirf business ke liye nahi, Geeti ko pura paane ke liye bhi hone waala tha.

Geeti ka badan literally jal raha tha. MD ke cabin se nikalte hi uske andar ek aag si lag gayi thi.
Uski aankhon mein MD ki dirty nazar abhi tak ghoom rahi thi…
Uski saree ke andar se jhalakte curves, uska pen uthate waqt clevage ka glimpse, aur MD ka control lose karna—yeh sab Geeti ko andar tak bhiga chuka tha.
She was dripping. Horny. Desperate.
Lekin ab raat tak rukna mushkil tha. Woh chaahti thi ki koi usse turant touch kare, use mehsoos kare…
Abhi. Isi waqt.
Usne car side mein ek quiet corner mein park ki, ek mischievous smile ke saath phone nikala.
Contact list mein neeche scroll karke ek naam pe ungli ruk gayi—Ramu Kaka.
Old, loyal, obedient. And completely hers.
Geeti ne call kiya.
“Ramu… parking mein aa jao. Abhi. Mujhe kaam hai.”
Uska tone soft tha, lekin woh soft tone mein bhi command chhupi thi.
Ramu ne phone sunte hi seedha uth kar bhaagna start kiya.
“J-ji madam! Main aa raha hoon!”
Lift se neeche aate hi uski halat tight ho chuki thi.
Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha, pasine ke boondein nikal rahi thi—na garmi se, na daudne se—sirf excitement se.
Car door pe pahunchte hi usne dekha, Geeti pichhle seat pe thi, ek royal, seductive pose mein bethi hui.
Saree thodi loose thi, pallu side mein. Blouse ke neeche se curves clearly ubhar rahe the. Uska ek shoulder almost bare tha, aur baal ek taraf gir rahe the.
“Madam, aapne bulaya?” Ramu ne dare-dare pucha.
Geeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha, ek slow seductive nazar daali.
“Andar aao, Ramu.”
Ramu seedha andar chala gaya, mooh se kuch keh bhi nahi paaya.
Woh jaanta tha Geeti ke liye woh sirf ek naukar nahi tha, woh tha uska pet, uska slave—jo bas hukm ka intezaar karta tha.
Geeti ne pichhle seat pe thoda let jaane ke style mein pose liya.
Fir usne apne dono pair dheere se faila diye, saree ke andar ka narm, glowing skin dikh raha tha.
Ramu ki aankhon mein pure hawas ki chamak thi.
Woh bas dekhta hi reh gaya.
Tabhi Geeti ne apni narmi bhari awaaz mein kaha,
“Ramu… lick me.”
Uske shabdon mein na koi sharam thi, na hesitation—sirf order tha.
Ramu ne ek second bhi nahi socha. Woh jhuk gaya, uske beech aa gaya.
Geeti ne aankhein band kar li… uski saans tez ho gayi…
Car ke andar sirf halki-halki moaning, Ramu ki heavy breathing aur leather seat ki halki aahat sunai de rahi thi.
Us moment mein Geeti koi biwi, koi employee ya seductress nahi thi—woh ek malika thi, jiske charno mein ek purush apna sab kuch chhod chuka tha.




Ramu ne dheere se Geeti ki dono taangon ke beech apna sir ghusaya, uski saree ke andar ka taap usse turant mehsoos hua. Garam hawaon aur Geeti ke badan ki khushboo ne Ramu ko aur bhi pagal kar diya. Usne dheere se haath badhaya aur Geeti ki panty ko chhua — wo bilkul geeli thi, itni geeli ki paani drip ho raha tha jaise kisi ne bottle ulat di ho.
Ramu ne apne hont sukhe hue mehsoos kiye, usne ek baar apni thook andar nigli — aaj uska sapna sach hone wala tha. Pehli baar, Geeti ki chut uske samne thi, uske muh ke itne kareeb ki uski saans bhi us jagah ko chhoo rahi thi.
Usne bina waqt gawaaye, panty ke upar se hi chut par ek gehra, bhookha kiss joda. Geeti ke mooh se ek moan nikli, “Haa... Ramu…”
Geeti ne uske sir ko apni taangon ke beech aur zor se daba liya, jaise keh rahi ho — "Aur karo, mat ruko." Ramu ne uske geele kapde ko muh se press kiya, uski garmi, uska taste — sab kuch apne andar le raha tha.
“Ahhh... ohhh... famu…” Geeti ki aawaz nikal gayi, moan aur pleasure se bhari hui. Uska jism hil raha tha, aur Ramu us pal mein khud ko raja mehsoos kar raha tha — jaise woh sach mein chaand pe pahunch gaya ho.

Ramu ne dheere se apne dono haathon se Geeti ki panty ke elastic ko pakda. Uski ungliyon mein us geeli kapde ki nami mehsoos ho rahi thi. Dheere dheere usne panty ko neeche khisakaya, jaise kisi pooja mein dhyan se kalash uthaya jaata hai. Panty uski thais tak aayi, phir ghutnon ke paas, aur phir pairon se bahar nikal gayi.
Aur jaise hi usne panty hatai, Ramu ki aankhen phat gayi.
Uske saamne ek garmi se bhari, completely wet, thodi si khuli hui chut thi. Soft brownish pink outer lips, bilkul puffy, jaise kisi gulab ke phool ki kali ho — lekin garmi se phuli hui. Andar se halki si hilti, twitch karti... jaise bulane ko keh rahi ho — "Aaja, chakh le mujhe."
Us chut ke aaspaas thoda pubic hair tha, neatly trimmed, jo aur bhi zyada seductive lag raha tha. Ramu ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Usne apni ungli se chut ke outer lips ko halki si door kiya, aur dekha — andar se bilkul silky pink flesh dikhi, shining because it was soaked... completely dripping.
“Geeti… kya chiz hai tu…” usne dheere se kaha, aur turant apni zubaan us geeli jagah par rakh di.
First lick.
Usne tip of his tongue se chut ke upar ek lamba stroke maara — bottom se top tak. Geeti ne turant react kiya, “Aahhh... Ramuuu... haan baby...”
Ramu ne apni zubaan se baar baar us chut ko chaatna shuru kiya, circular motion mein, kabhi slow, kabhi fast. Usne clit ko apni zubaan se press kiya, phir chusa... “Ohhh fuckkk…” Geeti ki kamar uth gayi, vo apni taange aur zyada spread kar chuki thi.
Usne do ungliyan li aur dheere se Geeti ki chut mein daali. Garam, silky andar... jaise swarg ka darwaza ho. Chut ne uski ungli ko turant pakad liya, tight grip mein. Geeti ab moan nahi kar rahi thi — vo cheekh rahi thi.
“Ramuuuu... aur karo… chhod mat... chaat chaat chaat… aaahhh!”
Ramu ne ungliyaan andar-bahar karni shuru ki, saath mein clit ko zubaan se rub karta raha. Geeti ka jism hil raha tha, uski saans tez ho chuki thi, aur ek moment pe usne zor se Ramu ka sir daba diya apni chut ke andar...
“Aahhhh... Ramu... aaahhh... main... main... main chhootne wali hoon...”
Ek dum se Geeti ka jism hil utha, ek spasm jaisa... aur uski chut ne squirt kiya — warm liquid Ramu ke muh mein aa gaya. Usne sab kuch nigal liya, jaise amrit pee raha ho.
Geeti abhi bhi thodi der tak kaanpti rahi, uski chut halki si throb kar rahi thi. Ramu ne us jagah par ek soft kiss diya, jaise us chut ko shukriya keh raha ho.



Geeti ne gehri saans le kar aankhein band ki. Uski chut abhi bhi thodi si throb kar rahi thi release ke baad. Usne Ramu ka sir apne legs ke beech se hata diya — Ramu ka chehra pura geeli chut ke squirt se bhig chuka tha. Uske gaal, naak, hont sab chipak rahe the, lekin uski aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi — khushi, garv, aur thoda obsession bhi.
Usne ek classy aur confident muskaan ke saath Geeti ki taraf dekha, jaise jeet gaya ho. “Memsahab… aaj toh chand chaat liya main…”
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, thoda sharmake, lekin aankhon mein ek teasing glow tha. Usne kaha,
“Shukriya, Ramu… tumne mujhe aaj khush kar diya. Tumhara style… tumhari bhookh… sab kuch alag tha. Aaj raat tumhe meri armpits bhi chatne hain, bolo? Ye tumhara gift hoga.”
Ramu ke mooh se bas ek hi shabd nikla — “Memsahab…”
Aur fir usne halki si hansi mein kaha,
“Mann toh bohot hai… lekin jo pant mein khada hai na, wo sirf salute nahi kar raha… ab woh fight maang raha hai. Agar aap hi usse shaant kar dein toh main us reward tak pahuch sakta hoon.”
Geeti ne thoda hairan hokar uski pant ki taraf dekha. Ramu, jo uska office ka peon tha, ab uske saamne uske lund ki shanti maang raha tha — usi Geeti se, jo hamesha high-class logon, businessmen aur VIP friends ke saath hi sex kiya tha. Aaj us naukar ne uski chut chaat ke usse kuch maang liya tha — aur sabse shocking baat ye thi ki... Geeti ko usmein maza aa raha tha.
Thoda muskurake, usne dheere se haath badhaya, Ramu ki pant ke upar se uska lund feel kiya.
Garam, tight, throb karta hua. Uska size uske status se zyada bada tha.
Ramu ne aankhein band kar li, “Aapne chhoo liya, memsahab… ab toh jaan hi nikal jayegi.”
Geeti ne zara sa hila ke kaha, “Tumhara lund toh officeron jaisa feel ho raha hai, Ramu. Chalo, pehle ise salute se shaant karte hain.”
Usne uska belt khola, pant neeche ki, aur boxer ke andar ka jism dekha — throbbing, soaked at the tip.
Geeti ne bas ek thandi saans li aur kaha, “Aaj main tujhe naukar nahi samajhne wali, Ramu... aaj tu mera reward hai.”





Geeti ne apne perfectly manicured ungliyon se Ramu ka pant aur boxer thoda aur neeche kiya. Uska lund ab pura expose ho chuka tha — throb karta hua, thick veins ke saath, tip se halka pre-cum nikalta hua. Ramu ne shayad kabhi nahi socha tha ke jis memsahab ko woh files laake deta hai, woh aaj uska lund apne haathon mein pakadke explore karegi.
Geeti ne aankhon mein thoda naughty sparkle leke uska lund pakda, dheere se hilaya — base se leke tip tak.
“Ramu… tumne toh apne pants mein hidden treasure chhupa rakha tha…”
Uska tone teasing tha, lekin aankhon mein thoda hunger bhi tha. She wasn’t just being playful—she was getting turned on.
Ramu ka bas chale toh woh wahi gir jaaye, lekin usne apne aap ko rokke rakha.
“Memsahab… bas… yeh sab sapna lag raha hai…”
Geeti ne thoda jhukti hui aankhon se uske lund ko dekha — kaafi thick tha, thoda upward curve ke saath, base pe thode dense baal… ek real mard ka lund.
Usne apne baal thoda peechhe kiye, zubaan se hoth gila kiye, aur dheere se uske lund ke tip par ek soft kiss diya.
First touch.
Ramu ki saans andar atak gayi. “Uhhh... memsahab...”
Geeti ne uske lund ke tip ko zubaan se lick kiya, jaise ice cream ki first lap hoti hai. Phir dheere se apne hont uske lund ke upar le aayi, aur usse apne muh mein le liya… sirf half inch, fir thoda aur… fir dheere dheere throat ke andar le jaane lagi.
Slurp... suck... mmmm...
Geeti ka mooh ab poora uske lund par busy tha — uski lipstick thoda smudge ho gayi thi, lekin uske hont tight grip mein the. She was bobbing slowly… upar neeche, circular tongue motion ke saath.
Ramu ki kamar hilne lagi, mooh se nikalne laga:
“Ohhh... haaa memsahab… aap toh… aap toh kamaal ho… uffff... aahhh…”
Geeti har stroke ke saath zyada deep ja rahi thi, kabhi tip ko lips se tease karti, kabhi full lund throat tak le jaake gag jaisi sound karti.
“Gwak... slurp... mmm... ahhh...”
Uski aankhen upar Ramu ki taraf dekh rahi thi — naughty, dominant, and hungry. Ramu ka lund ab shiny ho chuka tha uski saliva se. Har bar jab wo lund uske muh se nikalti, uska thook ek string ki tarah lund se chipakta jaata.
“Tumhare jaise peon ke saath mujhe itna maza aayega, socha bhi nahi tha Ramu...”
Geeti ne kaha, aur phir wapas uska lund muh mein le liya, iss baar aur deep.
Ramu cheekh utha, “Aahhh... Geeti madam... rukk... warna main… aaahhh... main chhoot jaunga...”
Geeti ne speed badha di — slurp, suck, twist… uski zubaan aur lips ne Ramu ke lund ko pagal kar diya tha. Aur phir, ek final deep-throat stroke ke saath, Ramu ne andar release kar diya — garam, thick load seedha Geeti ke mooh mein.
Geeti ne sab kuch mooh mein liya… thoda zubaan pe taste kiya… aur uske saamne aankhon mein dekh ke nigal gayi.
“Hmm… strong taste. Tumhari mehnat ki tarah, kadak.”
Usne aankh maari, aur apne hont chaatti hui uth gayi, thoda sexy sa smirk ke saath.





Geeti ne Ramu ka garam cum apne zubaan par mehsoos kiya… thoda thick, thoda salty… lekin usne ek baar bhi disgust nahi dikhaya. Usne aankhon mein Ramu ki taraf dekhte hue poora load nigal liya — ek bhi boond waste nahi.
Ramu ki aankhon mein disbelief tha. “Memsahab… aapne toh… sab kuch pee liya…”
Geeti ne hont chaate hue, sexy si muskaan ke saath kaha,
“Tumne mujhe khush kiya Ramu, aur main kisi ko kabhi adhura gift nahi deti.”
Ramu ki pichkari toh already ud chuki thi, lekin uska dil us moment mein full blast tha. Ek peon ke liye yeh sirf blowjob nahi tha — yeh tha sapne se bhi zyada kuch. Usne socha bhi nahi tha ki uski high-class VP madam kabhi uska cum nigalengi… aur itne style se.
Dono ne thoda der saans sambhali, fir ek dusre ki taraf dekha — jaise dono hi jaan gaye ho ki yeh ek secret memory ban chuki hai.
Geeti ne tissue uthaya, apna mooh saaf kiya, lipstick thodi touch-up ki. Ramu ne bhi apna lund saaf kiya, pant upar kiya, belt bandha. Ek moment ke liye dono normal ban gaye — lekin andar ek nasha reh gaya.
“Chalo Ramu… ab ghar nikalti hoon. Aur haan, yeh sirf shuruaat thi. Aaj tune sirf muh diya… kabhi poori body bhi milegi, agar waqai deserve kare toh…”
Geeti ne aankh maari aur apni saree set karke, confident chaal mein nikal gayi — jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Ramu bas wahin khada tha, thoda hilta hua, thoda smiling...
“Madam ne toh zindagi bana di…”
Usne andar hi andar socha, aur fir apna kaam sametne laga — lekin uski aankhon mein Geeti ke chut ka taste aur blowjob ki yaad baar baar flash ho rahi thi.

[Joker44]

Hi Readers, I have rewritten entire first page of the story and improved the language do read. Thanks for all yhe support for this and other stories.

[sushilt20]

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[RandiKamya]

excellent updates

[Joker44]

Geeti ghar laut chuki thi. Body relaxed thi… par dimag mein ab bhi car ka woh scene flash ho raha tha.
Ramu ka chehra, uski shakl jab usne saree ke andar apna sir daala…
Aur sabse zyada, Geeti ka apna reaction—woh moan jo usne roka nahi, woh aah jo zabaan se phisal gayi thi.
Soham laptop pe kuch kaam kar raha tha, bed ke kone pe. Usne dekha, Geeti ek alag hi glow mein thi.
“You look… dangerous,” Soham bola, ek teasing smile ke saath.
Geeti ne apna pallu side kiya, aur seedha uske paas jaake baith gayi, uske shoulder pe sir rakh diya.
“Kuch kar baithi hoon aaj...” usne halki si smile ke saath kaha.
Soham ne laptop side mein rakha.
“Hmm? MD ka kuch hua kya?”
“Naah... MD toh sirf bhooka sher hai. Aaj toh maine ek loyal kutte ko reward diya.”
Soham ne aankhein thodi narrow ki, confuse hoke bola, “What? Kya matlab?”
Geeti ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se bola, “Ramu.”
Soham blink kiya. “Ramu?! Ramu kaka? Hamara office wala peon Ramu?!”
Geeti ne cheeky smile di, “Wahi. Parking lot mein... mujhe itna horny feel ho raha tha, mujhe kuch chahiye tha… aur Ramu was the quickest option.”
Soham ab shock mein tha aur hasi bhi rok nahi pa raha tha. “Are you telling me... tumne Ramu ko...”
“...summon kiya. Pichhle seat mein bulaya. Saree upar ki. Aur bola... ‘lick me’.”
Soham ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya.
“Tumne Ramu se chut chatwai?!”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Nayi experience tha. Thoda rough, thoda loyal, thoda awara… par 100% obedient.”
Soham ne headshake karte hue bola, “Geeti... tu toh wild nikli yaar. Maine socha tha tum thoda slow jaogi, par tum toh fast-forward mein chal rahi ho.”
Geeti hansi.
“Wait, that’s not all.”
“Uske baad... main uski eyes mein dekh rahi thi. Bechara itna overwhelmed tha. Maine use thoda aur gift de diya.”
Soham squinted. “What do you mean... gift?”
Geeti leaned closer, ekdum sulagti muskurahat ke saath boli—“I gave him a blowjob.”
Soham literally girte girte bacha. “Tu serious hai?! Tu ne Ramu ko…?”
“Kya karein Soham, uske liye toh woh moment NASA mission jaisa tha. Bechara toh khushi mein do baar gir gaya car se bahar aate waqt.”
Soham ab zor zor se hansi nahi rok pa raha tha.
“Mujhe lagta hai Ramu aaj se kal tak sabko bolega ki usne Bhagwan ka darshan kiya.”
“Aur uska Bhagwan deep red saree mein, pallu side karke baithi thi.”
Geeti ne hansi ke beech uska haath pakda. “You’re not mad?”
Soham ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Tum meri fantasy ho, Geeti. Har angle se. Tum jaise apna control le rahi ho... main bas dekhta hoon aur pighal jaata hoon.”
Geeti ne halka sa kiss diya uske cheek par.
“Good. Kyunki Thailand mein ab MD ko line mein lana hai.”
Soham ne tease karte hue bola, “Bas Ramu ko mat le jaana trip pe… uska heart fail ho jayega.”
Geeti hansi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek spark tha.
Woh ab sirf kisi ki biwi nahi thi—woh apni duniya ki queen thi.
.
Geeti fresh ho kar bed pe aayi, hair open, ek loose cotton kurti mein, lekin uske chehre pe woh hi tease thi jo MD ke cabin mein thi. Soham usse dekhta hi jaa raha tha.
“Toh... MD se kya baatein hui?” Soham ne casually pucha, jaise bas kaam ka update le raha ho—lekin uski aankhon mein woh old sparkle tha: he was curious, aroused, and slightly jealous. Perfect combo.
Geeti ne smirk kiya, “Uff... MD toh aaj pura todne ke mood mein tha.”
“Aankhon se ya zabaan se?” Soham hansa.
“Dono,” Geeti ne jawab diya, apna pillow lap mein lete hue.
“Sabse pehle toh mujhe dekha jaise mujhe kha jaayega… woh bhi bina sauce ke.”
“Aur tumne kya kiya?” Soham leaned closer.
“Bas thoda tease kiya. Baal side kiye, armpit thoda dikhaya, pallu loose kiya… aur jab pen gira, toh… full view.”
Soham ne aankhen bandh ki aur bola, “Tum toh sabka blood pressure gira dogi, madam.”
“That’s not even the juicy part,” Geeti said, turning to him with narrowed eyes. “MD ne mujhe credit card diya.”
Soham raised an eyebrow. “Kya?”
“Platinum company card. Unlimited access.”
“Aur bola… ‘if you perform well on this trip, you’ll be promoted… to the same level as your manager.’”
Soham ne thoda soch kar bola, “Matlab tumhe manager bana dega… agar tum use khush rakho.”
Geeti nodded slowly, “Uske words professional the, lekin aankhon mein sirf ek message tha—‘Thailand mein, tu meri hai.’”
“Tumne kya kaha?” Soham ab serious tha.
Geeti leaned in, “Maine sirf itna kaha—‘Promotion se zyada chahiye hoga mujhe… for my hard work.’”
“Aur uske baad pen gir gaya…” she winked.
Soham burst out laughing. “Tu kamini hai, lekin meri favorite kamini.”
Geeti: “I know. Aur mujhe maza aa raha hai sabko control mein rakh ke.”
“MD soch raha hoga ki woh mujhe possess karega… lekin mujhe chahiye uska control todna.”
Soham uska haath pakad ke bola, “Tu jo bhi karegi, main tere saath hoon. Bas ek baat yaad rakh…”
“Jab tu uske cabin mein thi, main sirf ek cheez soch raha tha…”
Geeti curious ho gayi, “Kya?”
Soham whispered, “Ki MD ke saamne tumhara blouse thoda aur loose hota… toh shayad use heart attack aa jaata.”
Geeti hansi se gir gayi, pillow uske muh par maar diya.
“Stupid! Mujhe laga koi romantic line bolega!”
“That is romantic!” Soham defended. “Tum dusron ko pagal bana rahi ho, aur main har moment ka spectator hoon. Live cinema with popcorn.”
Geeti ne uske lips pe halki si kiss di.
“Agla scene Thailand mein hoga. Get ready.”
Soham ne cheeky tone mein bola, “MD ready hoga… par mujhe lagta hai tumhare jaal se nikal nahi paayega.”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Aur mujhe lagta hai... main chahungi bhi nahi.”







The laughter between Geeti and Soham slowly faded. The room dimmed into a soft calm, only the faint whirr of the ceiling fan and the rustle of cotton bedsheets remained. Soham shifted closer to her, his fingers slowly tracing the lines of her palm.
“Geeti…” he said quietly, seriousness settling into his tone, “MD ka promotion offer... kya woh deal tumhein sach mein tempting lagi?”
Geeti didn’t answer immediately. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes thoughtful, breathing steady. Then, slowly, she nodded.
“Haan... tempting tha,” she whispered. “Powerful tha. Us tarah se kisi ne mujhe kabhi nahi dekha—jaise main ek weapon hoon, ek currency bhi, lekin ek queen bhi. And when he said ‘Vice President’, mere dimaag mein ek spark hua.”
Soham kept looking at her, his expression neutral but his eyes scanning hers deeply.
“You deserve that position,” he said after a pause. “Not because you can seduce a man like MD… but because you can dominate men like him.”
Geeti turned her head to him, slightly surprised. “Tumhe sacchi mein lagta hai main us level pe hoon?”
“Nahi, Geeti,” Soham replied, gently brushing a finger against her cheek. “Main maanta hoon… tum us level se upar ho. Tum mein charm hai, brains hai, control hai, aur sabse badi baat—tumhe pata hai kab kaunse emotion ka use karna hai. That’s CEO material. Not just VP.”
Geeti’s eyes shimmered—partly with pride, partly with something unspoken.
“Lekin yeh sab… is raaste se?” she asked softly. “MD ko please karke, uske greed ka hissa banke?”
Soham exhaled slowly. “Tum kisi ko please nahi kar rahi ho. Tum game khel rahi ho. Difference samjho. MD soch raha hai ke woh tumhe control karega. Mujhe pata hai—tum hi use control karogi.”
“Aur agar main waha tak pahunch gayi toh?” Geeti asked, her voice quiet but intense. “Uski offer le li, power bhi le li… lekin apna body, apna self-respect... woh?”
Soham leaned closer, his voice calm but grounded.
“Self-respect chhoti soch ka concept hai, Geeti. Tum agar apne terms pe chal rahi ho, apni marzi se decisions le rahi ho, toh tum beizzati nahi kar rahi—tum rule kar rahi ho.”
“Tum MD ke bed tak jaao ya boardroom tak, agar decision tumhara hai, toh shame ka sawal hi nahi.”
Geeti held his gaze for a long moment. Then, she reached out and took his hand.
“Toh tum ready ho? Agar main sach mein VP ban jaati hoon… aur us raaste mein MD ka obsession aur dangerous ho gaya, toh?”
Soham squeezed her hand, his voice quiet but firm.
“Main ready hoon. Tumhare saath hoon. Bas ek cheez chahiye—jo bhi karo, mujhe jhoot mat bolna. Agar tum kisi ke saath raho… emotionally, ya physically, mujhe pata ho. Mujhe sach chahiye. Main tumhara partner hoon, spectator nahi.”
Geeti's throat tightened. She hadn’t expected that line—but it landed deep.
“Tum jaante ho na Soham… tumhare bina main yeh game nahi khelti.”
“I know,” he smiled faintly. “But you’re damn good at it now.”
They lay there in silence for a while, fingers interlaced, their minds dancing somewhere between ambition, lust, and truth.
The game had begun.
But now, Geeti wasn’t just playing it… she was planning to win it.




Agli subah, sunlight bedroom ke curtains se chhanni lagi thi. Geeti coffee ka cup leke Soham ke paas aayi, uski aankhon mein ek nayi energy thi—ek strange excitement, ek secret thrill.
“Soham…” usne kaha, “Thailand ke liye thoda shopping karna hai. Tum chalogey mere saath?”
Soham ne uska mood dekh ke hansi se jawab diya, “Aaj toh Geeti full-on honeymoon mode mein lag rahi hai. Chalo, shopping karte hain madam ji ke liye.”
Geeti ke paas MD ka diya hua platinum company card tha. Unlimited spending.
Woh dono mall gaye, aur Geeti ne kisi hesitation ke bina woh sab kuch uthaya jo uski Thailand fantasy mein fit baithta tha—
Sexy satin nightwears, deep-slit sarees, bold blouses, classy heels, seductive perfumes, and designer clutches.
Soham usse har outfit try karwata, uske curves pe comment karta, aur dono ek dusre ke saath hass rahe the jaise nayi-nayi shaadi ke baad ka honeymoon ho.
Ek moment aaya jab Geeti ek bold black lace dress try kar ke mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Soham ne uske peeche jaake whisper kiya,
“Yeh MD ka toh BP high kar degi.”
Geeti muskurayi, “BP sirf high nahi… dil bhi fat jaayega.”
Unhone ek dusre ke liye bhi chhoti chhoti cheezein li.
Geeti ne Soham ke liye ek sleek, expensive phone kharida, bina kuch bole uske haath mein rakh diya.
Soham thoda emotional ho gaya, “Tum mujhe itna kuch kyun de rahi ho?”
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, “Kyuki tum mujhe sabse zyada de chuke ho… freedom, support, aur khud pe bharosa.”
Jab bhi Geeti kuch scan karti ya payment karti, uska transaction MD ke system tak seedha alert ke form mein jaata.
Har swipe pe MD ka phone vibrate karta:
“₹18,999 – Lingerie & Accessories”
“₹52,000 – Designer Sarees”
“₹84,000 – Electronics Purchase”
MD office mein apne phone ka alert dekh raha tha, uski aankhon mein ek wicked smile thi.
“She accepted my gift… aur kaise accept kiya.”
Usne apne glass mein whiskey daali aur whisper kiya,
“Ab Geeti sirf naam se nahi… feeling se bhi meri ho rahi hai.”
Lekin MD ek baat bhool gaya tha—Geeti kisi ki hoti nahi, sirf apni hoti hai.
Jo woh le rahi thi, woh sirf ek aur chaal thi… aur Thailand us chaal ka agla move.

Geeti mall ke lingerie section mein explore kar rahi thi, jab uska phone vibrate hua.
Screen pe MD ka naam chamak raha tha—aur uske message ke saath ek image bhi.
MD ka text:
“Try this one too… for our special night.”
Pic: A jet-black lace bra and panty set—ultra bold, sheer, seductive.
Geeti ne screen dekha… phir aankhon mein ek naughty chamak aayi.
“Mujhe test kar raha hai?” usne socha.
Lekin woh MD ke trap mein nahi, uske game mein apna twist daalne wali thi.
Usne turant nearby ek premium lingerie shop mein enter kiya, exact same set dhoondha, aur bina second thought ke purchase kar liya.
MD ke card se.
One more alert buzzed on MD's phone:
“₹13,999 – Intimates & Lingerie”
MD ne message dekha, smirk kiya.
“She’s playing along...”
Wapas ghar aake, Geeti ne woh same black lingerie pehna.
Mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi—deep black lace against her glowing golden skin, and ek hi cheez jo aur visible thi: uska mangalsutra.
Ek reminder ki woh kisi ki wife hai—aur phir bhi, poore duniya ke fantasy mein jeeti hai.
Soham room mein aaya, uski breath literally ruk gayi.
“Tum... isme toh... main control nahi rakh paunga.”
Geeti ne soft hansi mein bola, “Face mat dikhana. Just one click. Sirf uske liye.”
Soham ne ek close-up shot liya—Geeti in the bold black lingerie, only her body and mangalsutra visible.
Seduction and sanskaar… ek frame mein.
Geeti ne woh pic MD ko bhej di, aur saath mein ek message:
“Your gift… accepted. But remember, sir—what you see, doesn’t mean you’ll get to touch.”
“Earn it. In Thailand.”
MD apne cabin mein tha jab usne pic open ki.
Screen pe woh image jhalak gayi—black lace, soft curves, mangalsutra…
Uske haathon se glass chhootte chhootte bacha.
Uska dil tez dhadakne laga, aur ek raw desire se uska pura body react kar gaya.
“She’s dangerous… and I want her even more now.”
MD ne apne tie loose ki, aur whisper kiya—
“Thailand will be unforgettable, Geeti.”






Geeti aur Soham mall se nikal rahe the. Soham ke haathon mein shopping bags the—sexy sarees, lingerie, perfumes, gifts… poori Thailand tayaari.
Geeti side by side chal rahi thi, poore glow mein, fresh and confident, saree mein wrapped like a walking temptation.
Soham ka phone baja—naya wala, jo Geeti ne uske liye kharida tha.
Usne haste hue phone nikala hi tha ki ek second ke liye sab kuch freeze ho gaya…
Ek ladka, hoodie mein, uske haath se phone kheench kar bhaag gaya.
Soham shock mein khada reh gaya, samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki hua kya.
Aur ussi waqt, ek danda hawa mein ghuma, ek dam accurate trajectory mein—seedha chor ke kandhe pe jaake laga.
THWACK!
Chor ka balance hil gaya, aur vo zameen par gir gaya.
Sabke chehre uss direction mein ghoome—
Wahan se ek powerful, lean, stylish cop tezi se aa raha tha. Black shirt, sleeves rolled, aviators on, poori body confidence mein tight, walk mein ek raw energy.
Uska chehra rugged tha, beard trimmed, jaw sharp—and eyes like fire. Shahid Kapoor-style.
Usne zameen pe pade chor ke 2-3 ghuse zor se maare—no overacting, no shouting—bas direct action.
Chor behaal ho gaya, mooh se awaaz bhi nahi nikal paayi. Tab tak ek hawaldar bhi pichhe se aa gaya aur usne us chor ko hatkadi pehna di.
Officer ne jhuk ke Soham ka phone uthaya, uski screen check ki, aur seedha aake Soham ke haath mein diya.
Bina attitude, bina ego—bas calm professionalism.
“Tumhara phone.”
Soham ne slightly shaken expression ke saath “Thanks… Thank you, sir,” bola.
Tabhi Geeti bhi thoda aage badh ke uske paas aayi, apni voice mein warmth aur elegance ke saath boli—
“Thank you, sir... agar aap nahi hote toh…”
Aur usi waqt us officer ki aankhein pehli baar Geeti pe tik gayi.
Usne jo dekha… uska dum le gaya.
Geeti ek deep emerald green satin saree mein thi, dbangd flawlessly.
Sleeveless blouse, low-cut but elegant.
Uska toned waistline saree ke pleats ke beech se tease kar raha tha, ek silver kamarbandh halki si chamak de raha tha.
Uska mangalsutra uske cleavage ke bilkul center mein rest kar raha tha, bold yet traditional.
Geeti ke baal loosely khule the, ek taraf se shoulder ke upar girte hue, aur uski eyes mein ek sharp confidence tha, paired with that warm smile.
Cop ka expression one-second ke liye shift hua.
From hard-edged action hero… to silent admirer.
Usne Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha, ek subtle nod diya—aur phir seedha mudh gaya.
No flirting. No extra words. Bas ek powerful vibe chhod ke chala gaya.
Hawaldar peeche peeche chor ko kheench raha tha.
Geeti ne ek pal ke liye uske jaate hue kadmon ki taraf dekha, fir halki si smile ki.
“Interesting man…” she muttered softly.
Soham ne tease karte hue kaha, “Kya hua? Cop ne bhi impress kar diya?”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Bas uska danda fast tha…”
“Aur aankhein… even faster.”


Geeti ab tak ussi spot par khadi thi—Soham ke saath, bags haath mein, par mann kahin aur atka hua tha. Chor pakda ja chuka tha, phone wapas mil gaya tha, par Geeti ka focus ab kisi aur pe tha… uss cop par.
Woh gaya toh tha, lekin uske jaane ka style bhi… kuch aur hi tha.
Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar khula, chest tight fit mein ubhar raha tha. Walk mein ek attitude tha—jaise poori duniya ko ignore karke sirf apne rhythm mein jeeta ho.
Na smile, na dialogue. Sirf aankhon se sab bol diya.
Geeti ne aankh utha ke dekha… Cop apni car tak pahunch chuka tha.
Usne door khola, baithne se pehle ek baar aur mudh ke dekha—seedha Geeti ki taraf.
Us nazar mein possessiveness nahi thi… lekin raw attraction tha.
Koi flirt nahi, koi gesture nahi—sirf aankhon se bola: "Mujhe yaad rakhna."
Geeti ka dil ek second ke liye theher gaya.
Pehli baar kisi anjaan mard ne use is tareeke se dekha tha—
jaise woh ladki nahi, ek element ho… power, fire, control.
Usne aankh milayi… aur fir woh car mein baith gaya.
Engine ghooma… aur bina brake ya extra glance ke woh chala gaya.
Par Geeti ka mann… wahi ruka reh gaya.
Soham kuch bol raha tha bags ke baare mein, lekin Geeti ne sirf ek halki “hmm” kiya.
Uska dimaag ussi aankhon mein atka hua tha.
“Yeh kaun tha?” usne andar hi andar socha.
“Aur kyun... uske ek nazar ne mujhe hilaa diya?”
MD, Raghavan, Aditya, Vikram, Arjun… sabne usse chaha tha.
Par yeh cop… usne chaha nahi. Sirf dekha. Aur woh dekhna hi kaafi tha.
Geeti ne dheere se apne lips pe zabaan pheri… ek ajeeb si heat feel ki.
Thailand ki trip ab aur zyada complicated hone wali thi—kyunki Geeti ke dimaag mein ek aur mard ki jhalak ghus chuki thi.



Inspector Deva car mein baitha chuka tha, lekin uska mann mall ke entrance pe khadi ek aurat mein hi atka hua tha—Geeti.
Woh sirf ek pretty face nahi thi… uske andar kuch tha jo Deva jaise rough, street-smart officer ka bhi dhyan kheench gaya tha.
Saree mein wrapped seduction. Mangalsutra ke saath sanskaar. Eyes mein grace. Smile mein power.
“Itni graceful aur seductive ek saath… aur pati ke saath aayi hai. Par uske body language mein kuch aur tha…”
Deva ne apne steering wheel pe ungliyon se tap karte hue apne aap se kaha,
“Yeh ladki alag hai… seductive bhi hai, aur kisi aur level pe pure bhi. Pati ke saath hone ke bawajood… aankhon mein ek kahaani chhupi hai.”
Woh ladkiyaan toh dekhi thi jisne flirt kiya, jinki aankhon mein hook-up likha hota tha.
Par Geeti—woh flirt nahi kar rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein direct nazar thi… jaise challenge de rahi ho, lekin silently.
Aisi aurat chhoone layak nahi, jeene layak lagti thi.
Deva ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si ghumti thi—“Ye ladki... kisi aur ke saath kyun hai?”
Woh ye question nahi pooch raha tha out of lust… balki curiosity. A deep one.
Tabhi usne hawaldar Rane ko bulaya, jo pichhe wali bike pe tha.
“Rane,” usne dry tone mein bola.
“Thode der baad mall ke andar jaana. Us couple ke baare mein info nikaal. Woh ladki green satin saree mein thi… pati ke saath thi. Mujhe unka naam, gaadi ka number, aur kaha rehte hain—sab chahiye.”
Rane ne surprise hoke bola, “Sir, koi case hai kya?”
Deva ne side mein dekha, sunglasses utare, aur slow smile diya.
“Nahi… filhal koi case nahi. Par ho sakta hai… future mein ho.”
Usne ignition ghuma diya. Gaadi raw engine ke saath move ki.
Par jaise hi rearview mirror mein Geeti ka reflection gayab hua, Deva ne socha—
“Ek baar aur dekhna hai usse. Jaanna hai… kyun uski ek nazar se mera control hil gaya.”
Aur gaadi mud gayi… seedha thane ki taraf, lekin dil Geeti ke aaspaas hi bhatakta raha.





Shaam ko, jab Inspector Deva apne office se nikal kar direct ek residential society ke saamne rukha, uska mann calm tha, lekin aankhon mein wohi intensity.
Rane ne saari details de di thi—Soham aur Geeti, flat number, gaadi ka number, even their recent shopping bill ka breakdown.
Deva ne building ke lobby mein enter kiya, lift se third floor gaya, aur door ke samne khade hoke knock kiya—do baar, firm tap.
Darwaza khola Amruta ne.
Ek young, attractive woman. Usne Deva ko dekha, thoda hesitant expression ke saath pucha,
“Kaun chahiye?”
Deva ne apna ID card dikhaya, calm voice mein bola, “Main Inspector Deva. Soham aur Geeti se kuch zaroori baat karni thi.”
Amruta ne seedha awaaz lagayi,
“Didi… Soham… ek security officer officer aaya hai, aap dono ko bula raha hai.”
Thodi der mein Soham drawing room tak aaya, t-shirt aur track pants mein—casual, lekin thoda alert.
“Sir, aap yahan? Please, andar aaiye.”
Deva ne sir hila ke andar kadam rakha, ghar simple lekin neat tha—ghar ki warmth mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Woh ek corner sofa pe baith gaya, poora environment calmly scan karta raha.
Soham ne pucha, “Kya kaam tha, sir?”
Deva ne neutral expression ke saath bola,
“Kuch khaas nahi. Jo chor ko maine aaj pakda tha, uske case mein bas aapka ek short statement chahiye. Confirm karna tha ki phone chori aapke saath hua tha. FIR mein formality hai.”
“Haan ji, bilkul,” Soham ne turant kaha. “Main likh ke de dunga.”
Tabhi kitchen se Geeti nikalti hai.
Aur Deva ka dil… ek baar phir hil gaya.
Geeti ghar ke casual kapdon mein thi—ek soft cotton sleeveless kurti, niche pyjama.
Simple, ghar ke outfit. Lekin uski twacha ka natural glow, uski neckline ka curve, aur bare shoulders ne Deva ka pura dhyan khinch liya.
Uske baal loosely bandh rahe the, lekin usne Deva ko dekhte hi ek haath se baal piche kiye…
Aur bas… usi movement mein uski smooth armpits ki halki jhalak dikh gayi.
Soft, clean… subtly seductive.
Deva ne aankhen control karne ki koshish ki, lekin uske mooh se halki si narm awaaz nikal gayi—“Uff...”
Na zyada loud, na obvious… sirf ek suppressed reaction.
Geeti ne use directly aankhon mein dekha, aur ek soft, respectful smile di—bilkul sanskari pativrata biwi wali.
But Deva jaanta tha—yeh smile ke andar kuch aur tha. Challenge, control, aur ek spark jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya.
“Statement dekar chala jaunga…” Deva ne socha.
“Par yeh ladki… mere dimaag se jaane wali nahi hai.”






It had been two days since Deva visited Geeti and Soham’s home.
But woh do minute, woh ek smile, aur woh sleeveless kurti ke neeche dikhte uske nange shoulders aur armpits—woh Deva ke dimaag se jaa nahi rahe the.
He’d seen countless women—bold, broken, brazen—but Geeti mein kuch alag tha.
She was temptation wrapped in simplicity.
Woh full force mein try kar raha tha apne kaam pe focus karne ka, but Geeti ka image baar baar uske dimaag ke kone mein flash hota.
Uske eyes… wo softness ke saath ek chhupi hui chaal bhi rakhti thi.
“Kya yeh sirf attraction hai? Ya kuch aur?” Deva ne apne cabin mein baithke socha.
Phir usne phone uthaya… aur Rane ko bula liya.

Geeti balcony mein khadi thi, coffee ka cup haath mein. Soham andar call pe busy tha.
She was wearing a soft floral cotton night suit, hair open, and a calm smile playing on her lips.
Tabhi bell baji.
Door open karte hi Amruta ek second ke liye frozen reh gayi.
Wahi same security officer officer, Inspector Deva.
Black shirt, same intense eyes, par aaj uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa softness tha.
“Namaste,” Deva ne short smile ke saath kaha. “Main andar aa sakta hoon?”
Is baar Geeti ne khud approach kiya.
“Zaroor, sir. Aaiye.”
Uska voice calm tha, lekin andar se woh bhi feel kar rahi thi kuch… alag.
Soham bhi aaya, dekh ke slightly surprised hua. “Sir, sab theek hai?”
Deva ne baitak mein baithte hue bola,
“Ek update dena tha… woh chor jiska statement liya tha, usne pehle bhi aise hi 3 jagah chori ki thi. Aap dono ki statement kaafi help karegi court mein.”
Geeti ne side mein sofa par baithte hue ek subtle glance diya.
Aaj usne kurtis ke bajaye ek deep blue cotton nightwear pehna tha—modest, par perfectly fitted.
Uska neckline slightly loose tha, aur jab usne baal adjust kiye… wohi jhalak… wohi softness.
Deva ne aankhon mein control laane ki koshish ki, par nazar phisal hi gayi.
Phir, ek second mein Geeti ne aankhon mein aankhon daali—seedha, silent, **jaise keh rahi ho: “Main jaanti ho


Deva ne statement form nikaala, pen uthaya, lekin uska dhyaan kaagaz pe nahi, Geeti par tha.
Woh ab kitchen se nikal kar table ke paas aayi thi, paani ka glass lekar.
Simple cotton kurti, loose pajamas, aur ek calm elegance jo kisi bhi fashionable makeup se zyada powerful thi.
“Sir, paani lijiye,” usne bola, voice mein softness thi, lekin aankhon mein ek teekha sparkle.
Deva ne glass liya.
Uska haath Geeti ke haath se chhua... bas ek second ke liye.
Lekin woh ek second... lambe waqt tak uske andar echo karta raha.
“Aap log kaafi samajhdaar couple lagte ho,” Deva ne casually kaha, “lekin pata nahi kyun, aapke ghar mein kuch... alag energy hai.”
Soham ne muskurate hue bola, “Hum thoda unconventional hain, sir.”
“Ek dusre ko samajhne ki koshish karte hain… zyada bandh ke nahi rakhte.”
Geeti ne woh line suni… aur Deva ki taraf aankhon se dekha.
Aankhon mein directness thi. Challenge nahi… lekin invitation to curiosity.
Deva ne pen table par rakha. Woh jaane ko tha... par pair ruka rahe.
“Kya main thodi der baith sakta hoon?” usne pucha, voice calm but loaded.
Soham thoda hairaan hua, lekin haan mein sir hila diya, “Of course, sir. Chai laaun?”
Deva ne Geeti ki taraf dekha.
“Agar aap banayein toh…”
Geeti ke honthon pe ek teasing si smile aayi.
“Thik hai, sir. Par chai strong milegi… main thoda kadak banati hoon.”
Deva ne aankhon se jawab diya, “Mujhe strong hi pasand hai.”
Kitchen mein jaake Geeti thoda muskurayi. Woh jaanti thi—yeh sirf chai nahi, ek rishta banne ki shuruaat thi.
Living room mein Deva chhup-chhup kar uski movements observe kar raha tha. Uska back, uski bare arms, jab woh jug uthakar stove pe rakhti thi, jab uske baal ka ek strand uske cheek pe girta tha aur woh usse piche karti thi... har moment Deva ko ek trance mein daal raha tha.
Woh security officerwala tha—hundreds of cases, dozens of affairs.
Lekin Geeti… yeh pehli thi jo uske andar silence create kar rahi thi.
Chai aayi. Conversation chalu hua. Politics se leke society tak, aur phir thoda personal. Soham active tha, lekin Deva ke har jawab ke baad, uski nazar Geeti par hi rehti thi—jaise uske reaction padhta ho.
45 minutes baad, jab finally woh uthne laga, usne door tak jaake ruk ke kaha:
“Waise… main Geeti ji ke haath ki chai kaafi din yaad rakhunga.”
Geeti ne slow smile diya, “Aap jaise log bhoolte nahi... sirf observe karte hain.”
Deva ne pehli baar openly uski taraf dekha—bina blink kiye.
“Aur aap jaise log sirf dikhaate nahi… chhupake bhi kaafi kuch keh jaate hain.”
Woh chala gaya.
Lekin woh waqt… woh baat-cheet… woh gaze…
Teeno ke beech ek invisible thread chhod gaya tha.

Soham ne door band kiya, thoda time chhup raha, phir Geeti ki taraf mudh gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ajeeb si excitement thi.
“Toh…” he said slowly, “kya feel kiya? Jab woh andar tha… tumhe dekh raha tha… woh look?”
Geeti sofa pe baith gayi, uske haath mein abhi bhi chai ka cup tha—lekin ab woh sirf uske honthon ke paas tha, lips tak nahi gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ek sharam bhari si smile thi.
“Alag laga.” Geeti finally said.
“Woh… woh sirf dekh nahi raha tha. Woh scan kar raha tha. Jaise har movement absorb kar raha ho… bina kuch bole.”
Soham aake uske saamne baith gaya, dono aankhon se aankhon mein.
“Aur tumhe? Kya feel hua?”
Geeti thoda hesitant lagi… lekin phir usne confess kiya.
“Uski aankhon mein ek raw man power thi… full silence mein bhi possessiveness thi. Mujhe aisa laga—jaise main kisi cheez ka part nahi, balki poori cheez hoon jisey woh paana chahta hai.”
Soham ke lips pe ek crooked smile aaya… aur uska breathing thoda heavy ho gaya.
“Tumhe woh chahiye?”
Geeti ne aankh milake seedha kaha,
“Main chahti hoon… woh mujhe chaahe.”
“Aur main yeh game control mein rakhna chahti hoon… lekin honestly, jab usne mujhe dekha tha…”
“…main andar se pura heat feel kar rahi thi.”
Soham ab already turned on tha.
Uska naya phone ek side tha, par uska focus sirf Geeti ke shabdon pe tha.
“Geeti…” usne dheere se kaha, “main ek cheez kehna chahta hoon… jo kabhi kisi se nahi kaha.”
Geeti curious ho gayi, “Kya?”
Soham leaned in closer, his voice now low and loaded with hunger.
“I want to see him… when he fucks you.”
Geeti shock mein uski taraf dekhi.
Kuch seconds ke liye silence chhaya raha.
Phir uske honthon pe ek teasing smile aayi.
“Tum dekh paoge? Jab woh meri saree hataayega… jab main uske neeche rahungi… jab uski aankhon mein woh intensity wapas dikhegi…”
Soham ne uske pair pakad liye, “Main sirf dekhna nahi chahta… main tum dono ko feel karna chahta hoon.”
“Tumhare expressions, uska power… aur tum dono ke beech jo tension hai, uska climax.”
Geeti ne uska face apne haathon mein liya… aur whisper kiya,
“Toh tayyar ho jao… Deva ke game mein main jaa rahi hoon. Lekin script ab bhi mere paas hai.”




Geeti aaj apne routine mein thi—market jaane nikli thi ek light kurti aur palazzo mein, bina kisi special tayyari ke. No lipstick, no dramatic dbang. Just a simple bun, jhumkas, and a sling bag.
Lekin simplicity mein bhi uski ada chhupi thi.
Woh ek supermarket ke parking mein apni scooty park kar rahi thi, jab ek kaali Scorpio uske paas rukhi. She didn't pay much attention.
Tabhi window neeche hua… aur andar baitha tha—Inspector Deva.
Geeti ke steps ruk gaye. Aankhen thodi si fail gayi.
“Madam market bhi aati hain?” Deva ne tease kiya, voice mein usual calm sarcasm.
“Main toh sochta tha aap sirf royal entry leti hain…”
Geeti ne smile kiya, “Sir, mujhe groceries bhi chahiye hoti hain. Warna ‘aap jaisa khaas mehmaan’ aayega toh chai ke saath kya serve karungi?”
Deva ki aankhon mein wo hi spark laut aaya.
“Phir toh main baar baar aata rahoon... taaki har baar naye serve ka taste mile.”
Chhoti si teasing silence hui.
Geeti ne scooter ka stand lagaya, aur casual tone mein bola,
“Akele ho, sir?”
“Hamesha.” Deva ne seedha jawab diya.
“Companions mere liye distractions ban jaate hain. Par…”
He looked straight into her eyes.
“Kuch distractions… worth it hote hain.”
Geeti ne aankh milayi, bina blink kiye.
Uska dil dhadak raha tha, par uska chehra shant tha.
“Aaj aapko dekhke lag raha hai… aap mujhe jaan bujh ke mila hai.”
Deva: “Main toh keh raha tha… shayad aap mujhe attract kar rahi ho. Subconsciously.”
Geeti ne thoda paas aake kaha, “Sir, main married hoon.”
Deva leaned slightly forward from the driver’s seat.
“Aur main emotionally unavailable. Dono perfect mismatch hain. Tabhi toh yeh chemistry itni khatarnaak hai.”
Geeti ne palat ke andar market ki taraf jaane ka signal diya, “Main andar ja rahi hoon…”
Deva ne kaha, “Main yahin hoon. Jab tak tum ho, dekhne ke liye reason bhi hai.”
Geeti andar chali gayi, lekin har shelf pe usse lag raha tha… woh dekha jaa raha hai.
Woh aankhon ka pressure… woh silent chase… woh hawaa jo suddenly thodi garam lagne lagi thi.
Jab woh billing pe aayi, tabhi usne dekha—Deva bhi andar aa chuka tha. Bas ek chocolate bar aur energy drink leke, line mein uske peeche.
“Sweet ke baad thoda bitter chahiye hota hai.”
Usne whisper kiya.
Geeti ne slow turn kiya, aur bola—
“Careful rahiye, sir… zyada meetha blood sugar badha deta hai.”
Deva ne smirk kiya,
“Aur zyada kadak... dil.”






Geeti mall se nikalte waqt chhoti si smile ke saath Deva ko side glance deke chali gayi.
Deva ne chocolate aur drink ka bill kiya, aur seedha apni gaadi ki taraf.
Tabhi… badal garajne lage.
Tez hawa, halki drops… aur phir achanak Mumbai-style baarish.
Geeti apni scooty tak bhaagti hai, lekin baarish itni tez thi ki uska cotton kurta turant chipak gaya uske body se.
Usne scooty ka cover khola, par ignition se pehle usne dekha—pure kapdon se uska bra shape ubhar aaya tha, wet fabric se.
Tabhi uske peeche ek horn baja.
She turned.
Black Scorpio. Deva inside.
Window neeche aaya, aur bina kuch bole usne side door unlock kiya.
Sirf ek sentence:
“Scooty chhodo. Aaj tum sirf insaan ho, waterproof nahi.”
Geeti ne ek second socha… phir chali gayi uski car ke paas.
She got in. Entirely drenched. Hair wet, lips trembling—not from cold, but something else.
Car ke andar ek thick silence tha.
Deva uske wet look ko side mein dekh raha tha, magar bina ghoore.
Bas ek gehri si nazar thi—control mein, lekin andar se hil chuki thi.
“Kaha chhod doon?” usne poocha, voice thodi rough thi.
“Bas... thodi der drive kar lo,” Geeti ne jawab diya, apne wet baal pe haath phirte hue.
Us movement mein uska armpit ek baar phir se visible hua. Clean. Soft. Wet.
Deva ne aankhon se sidha road dekha, par uska grip steering pe tight ho gaya.
“Tum jaanti ho na… jo ho raha hai… woh casual nahi hai?” Deva ne poocha.
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, “Main sab jaanti hoon. Bas... dekh rahi hoon, tum kitna control kar sakte ho.”
Deva ne brake lightly dabaya. Car ek side lane mein ghuma di.
Ab baarish bahar thodi dheemi ho gayi thi.
Andar… dono ka heartbeat tez.
Deva leaned a little closer.
“Tumhara pati kya jaanta hai?”
Geeti ne whispered, “Woh sab jaanta hai. Aur woh dekhna chahta hai—kab mera control tootega.”
Deva ab uske lips ke kaafi close tha…
But still… he held back.
“Mujhe laga main strong hoon. Tumne meri soch badal di.”
Geeti smiled slowly.
“Mujhe na toh fasaana hai… na fasna. Mujhe sirf dekhna hai—tum kaise bikhrote ho.”

Car ek chhoti si sunaan galli mein ruki thi.

Baarish ab windshield pe halki tapping kar rahi thi—lekin andar… ek alag baarish chal rahi thi.
Geeti ki breathing slightly uneven thi, uska kurta ab thoda sukha ho raha tha car ki warm air se, lekin body ka curve us wet fabric ke through ab bhi Deva ke samne ek open secret tha.
Deva ne steering se haath hata liya.
Usne side glance diya—aur woh nazar simple nahi thi.
Woh nazar woh thi jisme ek security officer officer, ek mard aur ek junooni insaan saath zinda the.
“Tum dangerous ho, Geeti,” usne finally kaha, voice low, rough and magnetic.
“Tum mujhe woh feel karwa rahe ho… jo maine kabhi nahi chaha tha.”
Geeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Toh mat feel karo.”
Deva leaned closer.
“Kar raha hoon. Control nahi hai.”
Geeti ki aankhon mein game chal raha tha—lekin dil thoda fast dhadak raha tha.
She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull back.
Instead… usne apni cheek uski taraf thoda angle pe kar di—jaise keh rahi ho, agar kuch karna hai… toh abhi.
Unka distance ab sirf ek sans ka tha.
Deva ke haath ne armrest pe pressure daala. Uska face Geeti ke paas… itna paas ki dono ke saans ek doosre ke cheek pe feel ho rahi thi.
Phir Geeti ne dheere se bola,
“You want to touch me, don’t you?”
Deva ne aankhon mein aankhon daal ke kaha—“Main tumhare andar ghus jaana chahta hoon. Tumhaari aankhon se. Tumhare silence mein. Tumhare har movement mein.”
Geeti ka gala thoda dry ho gaya tha.
But she smiled… not a lustful smile… ek victorious, confident smile.
“Aur agar main chahoon… ki tum sirf dekhte raho?”
Deva thoda sa laugh kiya—bitter, helpless.
“Phir main dekhunga. Jab tak jal nahi jaata.”
Phir ek long pause hua.
Don’t-touch-me energy, mixed with please-touch-me heat.
Geeti ne aankhon se uska face scan kiya—ek mard jo bahar se tough tha, lekin ab uske samne vulnerable tha.
Tabhi… Geeti ne apni finger se Deva ke cheek ke paas ek boond baarish ki wipe ki.
Bas ek touch. Soft. Warm. Quiet.
“Chalo sir, ghar chhodiye. Warna aaj kuch toot jaayega.”
Deva ne car start ki.
No more words.
Par jo unki aankhon mein tha… woh sex se bhi zyada intense tha.
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Deva aaj raat ghar pe akela tha. Whisky ka glass haath mein, aur dimaag sirf ek cheez — ya keh lo ek aurat — ke chakkar mein uljha hua tha. Geeti.
“Yeh ladki...” usne khud se kaha, ek halki si muskaan ke saath. "Pehli baar koi itni sassy mili hai jo meri aankhon mein aankhon daal ke baat karti hai... aur tease bhi karti hai."
Uske chehre pe kuch aur bhi tha — ek chingari, ek paagalpan — jo Deva ko uske taraf khinch raha tha. Yeh attraction nahi, yeh toh obsession ban raha tha.
Usne ek aur sip liya whisky ka. Geeti ki woh aankhein yaad aayi — bold, mischievous, jaise har baat keh rahi ho: "Main sab samajhti hoon, Deva. Par kya tu samajhta hai?"
"Geeti bhi mujhe chahti hai," Deva ne socha. "Uske nazar mein woh jhalak thi... woh kashish... par uska pati? Woh kya andha hai? Usne meri nazar dekhi thi us par. Fir bhi ek reaction nahi? Kuch toh gadbad hai."
Woh pal baar-baar uske dimaag mein flash ho raha tha — jab Geeti uske paas se guzri thi, halki si smile ke saath, aur uske husband ne sirf casually dekha, jaise kuch tha hi nahi. Jaise... jaise unka rishta sirf dikhawa ho?
Deva ne aankhon mein thoda aur whisky daala. “Kya main sirf overthink kar raha hoon... ya isme kuch sach mein fishy hai?”
Uska mann keh raha tha: yeh khel sirf ek taraf se nahi ho raha. Geeti bhi game khel rahi hai. Aur main... main us game ka hero nahi villain ban jaaun, yeh soch ke darr lagta hai.
Par fir bhi, us raat ek faisla hua — Deva chahe kuch bhi kare, Geeti uske zehen se jaane wali nahi thi. Aur sach toh yeh tha... usse jaana bhi nahi chahta tha.

Geeti apne bedroom mein thi, Soham ke saath — ek lazy evening, TV background mein chal raha tha, but uski attention kahin aur thi.
She looked at Soham, smiled lightly, and said, “Soham... mujhe lagta hai Deva paagal ho raha hai mere liye.”
Soham turned his head, slightly amused, “Kya? Tum serious ho?”
Geeti thoda sharmai, par uski aankhon mein excitement chhupi nahi thi. “I know I never said it... but I felt it. Jab bhi woh mujhe dekhta hai na, aisa lagta hai jaise meri har layer dekh raha ho — not just kapdon ke neeche, but andar tak.”
Soham raised an eyebrow, “Toh... tu chaahti hai woh aaye?”
Geeti ki smile badhti gayi, aise jaise usne khud ko pehli baar itna alive mehsoos kiya ho. “Main chahti hoon ki woh aaye... par yeh sirf ek game nahi hai, Soham. Mujhe usme kuch aur feel hota hai — ek aag, ek passion... jo maine kisi mein nahi dekha, na tum mein... na kisi aur mein.”
She paused, then added, “Main toh hotwife ban chuki hoon kaafi time se. Bahut saare partners aaye aur gaye. But Deva... usmein kuch alag hai. Woh mere andar ki Geeti ko jaagata hai... the one even I forgot existed.”
Soham looked at her — not with jealousy, but curiosity. “Love?”
Geeti shook her head slowly, eyes dark with desire. “Nahi... love nahi. Yeh kuch aur hai. Attraction? Khaas type ka obsession? Ek junoon? I don’t know. But I want it. Mujhe woh chahiye.”
Bahar se koi bike ki awaaz aayi, zor se brakes lage. Geeti ka dil ek pal ko ruk gaya.
She whispered, “Shayad woh aa gaya…”




Evening ka time tha. Andhera hone ko tha, but Geeti ke andar ek aur hi light jal chuki thi — Deva wali.
Doorbell bajne se pehle hi usne dekh liya tha — balcony mein khadi thi, coffee ka mug haath mein, aur aankhon mein woh spark jo sirf Deva ke liye tha. Neeche dekhte hi usne pakad liya scene — Inspector Deva building ke lift section mein enter kar raha tha. Bahana wahi purana — thief case ke report pe sign lena.
Geeti ne halki si smile di, andar aayi, Soham ko bola, "Woh aa gaya... ab ready ho ja."
Soham ne aankhon se uska scan liya — Geeti already ready thi. Usne apne kurti ka top button khol diya tha, cleavage thoda aur deep lag raha tha. Beech mein uska mangalsutra rest kar raha tha — bold, black, beautiful — jaise uski wifey vibes pe ek dark twist ho.
Baalo ko usne ek sexy bun mein tie kiya, but intentionally kuch curls chhod diye — jaise har strand keh raha ho: "Main teri hoon, par tu jeet ke dikha."
Soham bas baitha tha, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si curiosity aur excitement. Uske mann mein bas ek thought ghoom raha tha — Geeti itni excited hai... kya sach mein aaj woh fucked hone wali hai? Raw? No limits?
Doorbell baji.
Geeti ne ek deep saans liya, thoda perfume apne collarbone pe spray kiya, aur jaise koi queen apne courtroom ja rahi ho — waise nikal gayi darwaza kholne.
Deva uske saamne khada tha — eyes scanning her slowly. Jaise ek sip le raha ho us look ka, us vibe ka, us invitation ka.
Aur Geeti? She didn’t say a word.
Uski aankhon ne bola: "Report sign toh ho jayegi, Deva. Lekin aaj kuch aur likhne ka mood hai."

Soham sofa pe baitha tha — lekin uska body wahan tha, dimaag kahin aur. Uski aankhon ke saamne woh scene play ho raha tha jo sirf fantasies mein hota tha.
Geeti.
Uski biwi. Uska obsession. Aur ab kisi aur ke liye itni ready — itni alive.
Jab usne button khola, Soham ka throat dry ho gaya. Jab uska mangalsutra uske cleavage mein settle hua — itna perfectly — ek ajeeb sa thrill body mein daud gaya. Jaise ek unofficial signal tha… “Haan, main shaadi-shuda hoon. But dekh le, aaj shaadi ki boundaries dissolve ho rahi hain.”
And then... the curls. Usne jo way se baal bandh ke kuch strands chhode... Soham samajh gaya — Geeti game kheli nahi rahi, woh game ban chuki hai.
Doorbell baji.
Soham ka heart ek second ko ruka.
Geeti ne darwaza khola, aur Deva andar aaya. Uniform mein, but eyes full of hunger. Not the casual type — the kind that undresses you without even blinking.
Geeti ne ek subtle si look di Deva ko. Lipstick ki red gloss ab aur bhi bold lag rahi thi. Uska body language — it was not innocent. It screamed, “Come closer.”
Soham bas dekh raha tha.
Uski aankhon ke saamne Geeti kisi aur ke liye bloom kar rahi thi. Pehli baar usne realise kiya — yeh sirf lust nahi hai... yeh power play hai. Control ka nasha hai. Geeti ab meri nahi rahi, but mujhe iss moment mein use khona bhi sexy lag raha hai.
Usne khud ko sofa mein aur relax kiya, ek glass water uthaya, aur socha —
"Toh yeh hai woh moment... jab meri biwi kisi aur ke liye khulti hai... aur main sirf witness hoon. Not jealous. Not angry. Bas... turned the fuck on."



Deva ne darwaza cross kiya toh saari hawa ka direction badal gaya.
Woh us usual confident swag ke saath aaya tha, lekin jaise hi uski nazar Geeti pe padhi — uski aankhon ka sparkle thoda aur dangerous ho gaya. That kurti. That half-open neckline. Us curve ka woh angle jo bas imagination ko ignite kar raha tha.
Geeti ne aankhon se hi “Welcome” keh diya.
“Hi, Soham,” Deva ne casual tone mein bola, jaise kuch bhi off nahi ho raha ho. But andar se... banda already hard ho raha tha.
“Hey, Inspector saab,” Soham ne smile ke saath bola, “Aap woh theft case ki report sign karwane aaye ho na?”
“Haan... bas chhoti si formality,” Deva ne kaha, but uski aankhen form se zyada Geeti ki form dekh rahi thi.
Soham ne Geeti ki taraf dekha, “Yaar coffee bana do na... Inspector saab ko thoda refresh kar do.”
“Of course,” Geeti ne bola — ek aisi smile ke saath jo sugar se zyada caffeine pump kar de.
Woh kitchen mein gayi, lekin jaise har step deliberately slow tha. Jaise har move ek trailer ho — movie toh baad mein shuru hogi.
Deva sofa pe baitha, lekin uski aankhen baar-baar kitchen ki taraf ja rahi thi. Jab Geeti coffee lekar aayi, Deva ne uska haath thoda zyada closely notice kiya. Usne jaise hi tray table pe rakhi, uski kurti ka neckline aur niche ho gaya. Accident? Naaah... design.
“Waise,” Deva ne bola, “aapki coffee se zyada strong toh aapka presence lag raha hai.”
Geeti ne aankhon se usse shoot kiya — playful glare — “Toh aapko coffee chahiye ya compliment?”
“Dono,” Deva ne bina blink kiye bola.
Geeti laugh karte hue baithi, usne apne baal loose kiye aur tie karne lagi. Us moment mein jaise time slow ho gaya. Her arm lifted, curls back, and bam — uske armpits ka woh slight glimpse — soft, shaved, scented — Deva ki sanity test ho rahi thi.
Soham ne notice kiya. Of course he did. Aur uski aankhon mein woh hi spark tha — possessive nahi, pervertedly proud.
Deva ne ek sip liya coffee ka. “Kaafi smooth hai... jaise tumhara style.”
Geeti ne aankhon mein fire leke kaha, “Smooth toh main hoon, coffee toh kadvi bhi ho sakti hai kabhi-kabhi.”
Deva leaned in thoda — bas itna ki Geeti ka perfume uski saanson mein ghul gaya. “Main kadvi cheezon se darte nahi... in fact, mujhe unhi ka maza zyada aata hai.”
Woh moment... itna charged tha ki agar coffee gir jaati, toh shayad woh bhi steam mein convert ho jaati.
Aur Soham? Bas baitha tha. Dekh raha tha. Live show. No pause. No skip.





Deva ne coffee ka last sip liya. Cup khaali, lekin uski aankhen abhi bhi full tha — full of need, heat, Geeti.
Geeti aayi, cup uthane ke liye jhuki — casually, jaise normal baat ho.
But it wasn’t normal.
Her neckline dipped deep. Kurti ka fabric thoda stretch hua, aur Deva ko woh view mila jo kisi dream se kam nahi tha — soft, full, teasing. Mangalsutra ab aur niche slide kar gaya tha, resting like a bold underline on her curves.
Deva ka throat dry ho gaya. Usne aankhen control karni chahi, but they betrayed him. Unhone clearly kaha: “Main tujhe poora dekh raha hoon. Har angle se.”
Tabhi Soham ka laptop loud chhime ki tarah baj utha.
Soham ne screen dekhi, “Shit, office call. Mujhe jaana hoga, thodi der lag sakti hai.”
Geeti seedhi hui, ek slight glance Deva ko diya, jaise keh rahi ho — “Ready ho?”
Soham uth gaya, laptop leke ander chala gaya. Jaane se pehle ek baar Geeti ko dekha — aankhon mein understanding thi. Jaise keh raha ho: "Main jaa raha hoon... lekin mujhe pata hai ki yahan kya hone wala hai."
Darwaza band.
Room mein sirf do saansein bachi — Deva ki... aur Geeti ki.
Deva ab openly stare kar raha tha. Uski aankhon mein woh raw hunger tha jo tame nahi hota — jungle ka sher, hunt pe nikla hua.
Geeti ne apni aankhen thodi soft ki, body thodi curve mein tilt ki — jaise invitation ho... ya shayad challenge?
Uski aankhon mein likha tha: "Jungli billi toh hoon... lekin pakad ke dikha, sher babu."
Deva slowly stood up, ek step aage. Room ka temperature ab physical nahi raha — yeh chemistry thi. Yeh junoon tha.
Next moment... just a breath away.

Geeti cup lekar kitchen mein gayi — chal toh rahi thi casually, but har step jaise deliberately slow tha. Cup sink mein rakha, aur usse dhone lagi. Pani ki awaz, thoda foam, thoda glass ki clink... lekin asli awaaz thi us chemistry ki jo room ke andar silently scream kar rahi thi.
Deva ab bhi sofa pe tha. But uske andar ka insaan — the hunter — seat se uthne ko tadap raha tha.
He thought, “Yeh moment dobara nahi aayega. Ya toh ab... ya kabhi nahi.”
Usne dheere se khud ko uthaya, body still calm but eyes on fire.
“Nice house...” usne bola, jaise small talk ho raha ho. “Waise, kitchen mein kaafi heat lag rahi hai.”
Geeti ne sirf halki si smile di. Aankhon mein woh sheen tha jo sirf permission deta hai — invitation nahi, permission. Difference subtle hai, lekin dangerous.
Deva ne ek step aur liya. Ab woh bilkul paas tha. Uske words slow ho gaye, voice low, “Main sirf paani lene aaya tha... lekin mujhe lagta hai mujhe kuch aur milne wala hai.”
Geeti ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas haath se paani ka tap band kiya.
Aur Deva ne peeche se usse gently hug kiya. Not forceful, not desperate — intentional.
Geeti ki body thodi stiff hui... lekin koi resistance nahi tha.
Uske hair se soft lavender perfume ka whiff aaya — Deva ne aankhen band ki, aur uski gardan pe ek slow, deep kiss kiya. Skin soft thi, warm... inviting.
Geeti ne react nahi kiya — lekin woh still nahi thi. Uski breathing thodi uneven thi. Usne feel kiya Deva ki hardness, jo ab subtle nahi rahi.
Aur tab... usne apni neck thodi aur tilt ki. Na kehna nahi tha — kehne ki zarurat hi nahi thi.
Room mein silence tha, lekin unki bodies ab baat kar rahi thi.





Geeti ki saansein tez thi. Deva ka touch ab uski skin se andar jaa chuka tha. Aur phir... usne dheere se mud kar Deva ki aankhon mein dekha — deep, wild, full of tension.
Deva ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uski aankhon ne bola: "Tu meri hai, abhi, isi waqt."
Aur next second — BOOM — unka kiss start hua.
Not soft. Not shy. Pure fire.
Geeti ne pehli baar aisa kiss feel kiya — intense, desperate, but sexy as hell. Unki zubaanon ka dance ho raha tha, lips biting each other, like they were trying to taste every second of this forbidden high.
Geeti ne moan kiya, thoda deep — woh sound jo control ke baahar nikalta hai.
Deva ne use tight pakda, aur lift karke kitchen counter pe bitha diya jaise woh uski trophy ho — powerful, precious, and purely his.
Uska haath Geeti ke kamar ko pakad ke kheench raha tha, lips kabhi uske lower lip ko bite kar rahe the, kabhi uski zubaan se deep taste le rahe the. Woh kiss nahi tha — woh possession tha.
Bartan gir gaye — plates, spoon, ek glass bhi roll karke floor pe aa gaya.
Aur doosri taraf, bedroom mein...
Soham ne yeh sab suna. Kitchen se aati halke moan, bartan ke crash, aur woh faint lip-smack sounds.
Uske lips pe smile aa gayi.
“I knew it… shuru ho gaya.”
Usne laptop mute kiya. Backrest pe lean kiya. And under his breath, he whispered —
“Aag toh maine hi lagayi thi.”


Deva ke haath ab Geeti ke waist se upar slide ho rahe the, jaise har curve ko yaad karna chahte ho. Unka sans lena bhi heavy ho gaya tha. Geeti ke kurti ke buttons pehle hi khul chuke the, aur unka deep cleavage Deva ki aankhon mein doob gaya tha. Usne dheere se unke outer boobs ko bite kiya—soft yet hungry.
Geeti ne ab Deva ki shirt ke buttons khol diye the, unke haath uski chhaati ko explore karte ja rahe the jaise ek bhatka hua raahi apne ghar pahunch gaya ho.
Kuch seconds ke liye dono ne sirf ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekha—woh stare, itna intense tha ki waqt ruk gaya. Kiss ke baad ki woh khalipan... woh yearning... usne sab kuch bhula diya. Haan, including Soham, jo ghar ke kisi kone mein hoga.
Deva ne turant Geeti ko apni baahon mein uthaya aur sofa pe rakh diya—zid aur junoon se bhara kiss uske hothon pe chhod diya. Har liplock deeper, wetter, hotter. Geeti ne hansi se apna top khud nikaala.
Underneath, ek silky purple bra—thoda push-up type—jo aur bhi tempting bana raha tha unke curves ko. Deva ke haath ne uske straps kheech ke nikaale... aur bas, Geeti ab topless thi.
Unki boobs—perfectly round, full, tempting. Her nipples were dusky pink, soft se pehle... par jaise hi Deva ne unko apne lips se touch kiya, woh turant hard ho gaye. Tight, needy, like they were calling out to be kissed... sucked... worshipped.
Geeti ne Deva ka sir khinch ke apne boobs pe daba diya.
"Aah... Deva..." she moaned, her voice half-broken, half-begging.
"Mmm... Geeti," he groaned against her skin, tongue circling one nipple, sucking it deep while pressing the other boob in his warm palm.
Slurp. Slurp. "Mmmph..."
Wet sounds filled the room. Moans echoed off the walls.
Geeti ki kamar hil rahi thi, she was arching her back into him, nipples completely at his mercy.
"Tumne... mujhe pagal kar diya..." Deva murmured between kisses, biting lightly, sucking harder now.
Geeti ne apne nails uski peeth pe chalaa diye. "Toh... roko mat... aaj raat sirf meri hai tum..."







Deva ka haath, kisson aur mohon se bhatak kar, dheere se Geeti ke kamar ke neeche chala gaya. Uski panty ke upar se hi usne mehsoos kiya—geeli thi. Puri tarah. Usne aankhon mein aankhon daali, uss khamoshi mein sab keh diya jo lafzon mein kehna mushkil tha.
Geeti ne uska haath roka nahi. Naa nazar hatayi. Bas halki si trembling—ek silent invitation.
Deva ke andar kuch primal jaag gaya. Kisi aur ki biwi… uske liye itni wet. Aur uska pati? Sirf kuch feet door, study table pe office ke mails mein busy. That contrast—forbidden and fearless—Deva ko aur horny kar gaya.
Usne apni fingers uski panty ke andar daal di. Dheere se. Jaise kisi secret ko chhune jaa raha ho.
Geeti ki chut gunguni thi, soft, aur slippery. Usne jaise hi first touch diya, Geeti ka poora jism hil gaya—ek suppressed moan uske hothon se nikal gayi, “Devaa…”
He was slow, teasing… up-down, soft strokes, then a little circular motion. Her breathing got faster. Uski aankhon mein ab sharm nahi thi—sirf want.
Deva ne uski panty aur pant dono ek hi smooth motion mein utaar diye. Geeti ab uske saamne thi—completely naked, sirf ek mangalsutra uske collarbone se latak raha tha, aur uske boobs—bare, firm, breath-taking.
But Deva ka dhyaan ab uske neeche tha—uski chut, clean-shaved, pinkish, moist, with a warm, sweet aroma. Usne kabhi itni perfect jagah nahi dekhi thi. Kya jannat aisi dikhti hai?
“Tu toh meri jaan le legi,” Deva whispered, aur bina rukhe, he buried his face between her thighs.
Geeti ne apne mooh pe haath rakh liya to stop herself from screaming. But the moans? Still escaped—“Aah… Deva… ruk mat…”
Her fingers gripped the sofa. Her legs widened on their own. Deva’s tongue was working magic—licking, sucking, flicking. Slow… fast… pure madness.






Geeti ab sofa pe thi—bilkul nangi, sirf mangalsutra aur thodi si sharam uske upar. Uski legs khuli thi, aur beech mein uski clean, pink, wet chut—Deva ki aankhon ka nasha ban chuki thi.
Deva ne bina kuch bole uske thighs ko pakda aur apna chehra uske beech mein le gaya. Uski saans Geeti ki chut pe lagte hi, Geeti ne ek loud moan chhoda—“Ohhh fk… Devaaa…”**
Usne pehle ek long lick mara—from bottom to top. Fir tongue ko thoda round ghuma ke uska clit touch kiya. Geeti ka jism hil gaya.
"Aaaahhh… haan… wahan… wahan hi!" Geeti ke haath uske baalon mein ghus gaye, she was pulling him deeper.
Deva ab nonstop tha. Lick… suck… flick… Har second mein Geeti aur zyada wet hoti ja rahi thi. Uski chut ka taste warm, salty-sweet tha. Deva tongue se khehl raha tha jaise uska favourite dessert ho.
Geeti ki moaning ab uncontrollable thi—"Deva… ohh shit… ruk mat… aur… aur… suck it!"
She was grinding against his face now. Desperate. Wild.
Tabhi, andar se Soham ki chair ki awaz aayi. Deva ne ek second ke liye dekha—“Saala abhi bhi kaam kar raha hai?”
Par usne bas muskara ke apni tongue aur deep kar di. Jaise yeh sab us thrill ko aur zyada intense bana raha ho.
Geeti ab poore sofa pe hil rahi thi. Her legs were shaking. Hands clenching. Body arching.
“Devaa… main… main aa rahi hoon… ohhhh…” she screamed, but tried to muffle it with a cushion.
Aur phir—ek full body orgasm.
Geeti ne jhatke maar ke climax kiya. Her legs stiff, nipples hard, chut trembling. Deva ab bhi uske clit pe tongue se slow strokes de raha tha, letting her ride the wave.
She was panting, sweaty, glowing. Ek haath se apni chut chhupane ki koshish ki, par Deva ne uska haath hata diya.
“Yeh toh ab meri jagah hai, Geeti,” he whispered, lips still wet.

Geeti ab bhi hil rahi thi. Orgasm ka aftershock uske jism mein ghoom raha tha. Uski chut abhi bhi pulsing thi, thodi red, thodi swollen—ready for more.
Deva ne apne lips uski inner thighs pe lagaye, phir dheere se upar aaya. Geeti ki aankhen half-open thi, uska chehra laal, neck pe thoda sweat—complete mess, total turn-on.
“Tu ab rukegi toh main nahi rukunga,” Deva ne husky voice mein kaha, uske boobs ko ek baar fir se squeeze karte hue.
Geeti bas slowly nodded, “Kar de Deva… pura le le mujhe…”
Deva ne apna zip khola. Uska lund full hard, throbbing, tip se pre-cum already nikal chuka tha. Usne apna shaft pakda aur uski chut ke entrance pe rub karna start kiya.
Geeti ki moan fir se nikal gayi, “Aaahhh… feel ho raha hai…”
He aligned himself… and then, ek slow push.
“Uhhh… oh f**k!” Geeti ne apne nails uski back pe ghusa diye.
Deva ab uske andar tha. Dheere-dheere, poora.
Geeti ki chut tight thi, warm, completely hugging his cock. Uska andar jaise Deva ko kheench raha tha.
“Tumhari chut… kamal ki hai…” Deva groaned, and started thrusting.
Pehle slow, deep strokes—thak… thak… slop… the sound of skin against skin, wet and rhythmic.
Geeti ab bilkul control mein nahi thi.
Her legs wrapped around him. Boobs bouncing. Mangalsutra beech mein hil raha tha.
“Fast karo Deva… aur chahiye… abhi!” she begged.
Deva ne apni pace badha di. Fast thrusts. Harder strokes.
Thak… thak… thak…
“Tum uske liye nahi bani thi, Geeti… tu meri hai…”
“Aaahh… haan! Bas tu… tu hi!”
Tabhi andar se Soham ki awaaz—“Geeti? Pani le aana zara?”
Geeti ne ek dum se mooh band kiya.
Deva ne fir bhi thrust nahi roka—bas thoda slow kiya, aur uske kaan ke paas bola, “Ab bol… pati bula raha hai…”
Geeti bas moaned softly, hips uthakar usko aur andar le rahi thi.
She was close… again.
“Devaaa… main… fir se aa rahi hoon…”
And just like that—ek aur orgasm. Loud, shaky, breathtaking.






Geeti abhi bhi thak ke sofa pe padi thi, jism se abhi tak pleasure ka heat nikal raha tha. Lekin andar se—wo khatam nahi hui thi. Kuch tha uske andar jo aur maang raha tha. Raw. Wild. Borderline crazy.
Woh slowly uthi, bina kuch pehne—just her mangalsutra swinging gently between her bare breasts. She picked up a glass of water, jaise sab normal ho, jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Fir woh andar gayi—Soham ke room mein.
“Paani…” she said softly, aankhen jhuki hui, voice mein halka tremble.
Soham ne thank you bola, nazar screen pe rahi—but kuch awkward sa silence chhoda gaya tha hawa mein.
Geeti wapas aayi… aur bina kuch bole Deva ke saamne doggy style mein jhuki.
Uski gaand perfect arc mein thi, chut thodi red, wet, open. Deva ne ek second ko socha—"Yeh ladki pagal hai."
But next second… he grabbed her waist and entered her hard.
THAK! Ek loud slap of skin.
“Aaaaahh…” Geeti ne moan kiya, low and rough.
“Tu toh addict ho gayi hai…” Deva growled, thrusting deep, hard, without mercy.
Uski hips ab Deva ke hands ke under thi, breasts bouncing with each stroke, moans escaping her lips with every thrust.
Tabhi—doorbell baji.
Soham ka voice aya andar se: “Main dekhta hoon!”
Deva ne momentarily rukne ka socha… par Geeti ne peeche se pichkari—“Rokega toh mar jaungi…”
Door ka thak-thak, bell ka ding-dong, and andar… Deva was f**king her like a beast.
Thrusts fast. Deep. Animalistic.
Soham ne darwaza khola, “Kuch nahi chahiye bhaiya,” he told the delivery guy.
Wapas andar aaya. But jaise hi usne room ka curtain hataya… uski nazar pad gayi.
Woh freeze ho gaya.
Geeti, on all fours. Deva behind her. Hardcore. Real. Raw.
Unaware. Or maybe… pretending not to care.
Soham ne kuch nahi bola. Bas dekhta raha—ek twisted silence mein.
Aur andar… Geeti climax ke edge pe thi again.





Curtain ke peeche se Soham ab poora dekh raha tha. Shock ka ek moment tha… fir silence. Aur fir… uske lips se nikal gaya:
“Deva… mat rukna. Continue.”
Deva froze ek second ke liye. Uski aankhen narrowed… fir ek wild grin uske chehre pe chadh gaya.
"Tu toh kamaal nikla, Soham..." he whispered, and grabbed Geeti ke hips even tighter.
“Tayyar ho, rani?” he growled.
Geeti bas moaned in response—completely taken over, hair messy, body sweaty, her ass jiggling with each breath.
Deva ne pace badha diya—full-on hardcore.
THAK… THAK… THAK!
Room mein sirf wet moans, slapping sounds, aur Geeti ki broken cries goonj rahi thi.
“Aahh… Deva… aur… aur… bas chodte ja…”
Her voice was raspy, wild.
Soham ab ek corner mein khada tha, frozen but aroused.
Watching his wife get destroyed from behind—by another man—and loving it.
Deva ke thrusts aur fast ho gaye—final stretch.
Geeti was shaking, her arms gave out, face-first bed pe gir gayi, ass still in air.
“Main aa raha hoon…” Deva growled.
Ek final, deep, hard thrust—aur Deva ka warm cum uske andar explode ho gaya.
Geeti moaned loud, collapsed on the bed, legs trembling. Cum dripping from her chut, running down her thighs onto the sheets.
Deva leaned forward, kissed her deeply—wild, victorious, claiming her like a trophy.
He got up, caught his breath, zipped up his pants and turned toward Soham.
Walked up to him, clapped his shoulder, and said with a grin:
“Tu lucky hai, Soham… itni kamaal ki biwi mili tujhe.”
Aur bina ek baar bhi peeche dekhe—Deva nikal gaya.



Soham wahan khada tha… still. Silent. Hard.
Geeti ab sofa pe thi—nangi, thaki hui, lekin poori tarah se… santusht. Her legs still apart, thighs trembling slightly, aur uski chut se Deva ka thick white load dheere dheere baahar aa raha tha.
It was obscene. It was beautiful.
Uski aankhen half-closed thi. Lips swollen, chest rising and falling.
Mangalsutra uske boobs ke beech mein chamak raha tha, thoda cum uske stomach pe bhi laga hua tha.
Aur fir… Geeti ne uski taraf dekha.
Ek halki si smile. No shame. No guilt. Sirf… truth.
“Love you, Soham,” she whispered, voice mein tired sweetness thi, lekin ek strange honesty bhi.
Soham ka dil ek second ke liye ruk gaya. Yeh jo abhi hua… jism ka khel tha. Par jo uski aankhon mein tha, woh sirf uska tha.
Usne aage badh kar uske lips ko gently kiss kiya.
“Love you too,” he whispered, uska haath uske messed-up hair mein le jaake.
Kuch bhi kehne ki zarurat nahi thi. Na explanation. Na apology.
Bas ek twisted si raat… aur ek ajeeb si shanti.

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Geeti ne aankhen dhire-dhire kholi. Body mein ab bhi ek ajeeb si halkaapan aur sukoon tha, jaise har nerve relax ho gayi ho. Sofa ke cushion uski peeth aur thighs ke neeche abhi bhi garam lag rahe the. Uska jism… bilkul nanga, thoda sticky, thoda messy… lekin har touch ka yaadgar nasha skin pe baitha hua tha.

Uski legs abhi bhi thodi open thi, inner thighs pe Deva ka thick cum ab bhi dheere-dheere slide ho raha tha. Ek halki si warmth chut ke aaspaas ab bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi—aftershocks of pure orgasm.

Uska breathing heavy tha, chest uth-raha tha har ek gehri saans ke saath. Boobs kaafi baar bounce ho chuke the, ab halka sa red aur sensitive ho chuke the. Nipples erect, thode swollen, jaise ab bhi kisi ki tongue feel kar rahe ho. Beech mein mangalsutra, uske gile skin pe chipka hua sa lag raha tha—do golden beads uske cleavage mein fas gaye the, unke beech mein thoda sa cum bhi tha, jo dheere se shine kar raha tha dim light mein.

Uska stomach pe white stains the—Deva ka nasha. Navel ke aaspaas ek thick trail bana hua tha. Thighs ke side pe scratch marks, jahan usne apne hi nails se grip banane ki koshish ki thi. Gaand pe ek side slightly red—Deva ke hard thrusts ke nishaan. Uski chut abhi bhi open si lag rahi thi, thoda puffy, sensitive, red, aur beech se creamy mess dheere se nikal raha tha. Sticky, lekin soft. Warm.

Hair messy, strands uske gaal aur neck pe chipke hue. Lips thode swollen—ek to Deva ke rough kisses se, aur dusra moaning aur biting se.

Aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi. She wasn’t ashamed. She was… claimed. Loved. Used.
Aur jab usne Soham ko dekha, kuch nahi bola—sirf ek soft, tired si smile.

Jo feel ho raha tha… woh yeh tha:

Main poori tarah kisi ki ban chuki hoon. Aur fir bhi… main sirf teri hoon, Soham.

[arvind274]

Bhai soham ko bhi gaandmaru bna de isme

[Joker44]

Bhai soham ko bhi gaandmaru bna de isme

Nah bro, This character is based on Me and My wife and lots of characters are related to my inner circle

[Shahid Khan]

Bahut khoob yaar. Kya likhte aapne. Bahut badhiya kahaani hai yah