Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Ab to Jolly ka Pushpa ke ghar aana jaise routine ban gaya tha.
Kabhi koi business ka bahana,
kabhi bas "bhai se milne" ka mood.
Pushpa apne innocent dimaag mein
Jolly ko apna chhota bhai samajhta tha —
hass kar, baithkar,
ghar ka environment easy bana deta.
Par asal mein?
Jolly aur Srivalli ke beech ek alag, chhupi duniya chal rahi thi.
Jaise hi Pushpa apni baaton mein busy hota,
Jolly aur Srivalli ki aankhen milti thi —
slow smiles, teasing nazar,
aur aankhon ke through woh sab keh jaate jo zabaan nahi bol sakti thi.
Kabhi Jolly guzar jaata to
Srivalli ka haath halkasa chhoo leta —
bas ungliyon ka halka sa sparsh,
jo Srivalli ke shareer mein bijli jaise daud jaata.
Srivalli sharmati thi, aankhen jhukati thi,
par andar se ek aag jaag uthti thi.

Us din bhi kuch aisa hi hua.   
Jolly Pushpa ke saath drawing room mein baitha tha,
coffee pee raha tha,
jab achanak Jolly ka phone baj gaya.
Woh phone uthakar bola:
"Bhai, ek zaroori call hai, main thodi der bagiche mein baat karta hoon."
Pushpa ne bina shaq kiye haan mein sir hilaya.
Jolly chala gaya bagiche ki taraf.
Pushpa apne kaam mein busy ho gaya.
Aur Srivalli?
Woh kitchen mein,
coffee ke bartan dhote hue,
halka sa gaana gaa rahi thi —
poori tarah anjaan ki abhi kya hone wala hai.

Jolly bagiche mein gaya zarur,
par phone ka call khatam hote hi
uska mann seedha Srivalli ki taraf khicha.
Woh halki si muskurahat ke saath
kitchen mein aaya —
silent steps,
paani maangne ka bahaana banakar.
Srivalli ne uski aahat suni aur palat kar dekha.
Uski aankhon mein ek natural darr aur excitement tha.
Jolly seedha uske paas gaya,
aur bina kuch kahe,
Srivalli ke soft gaalon ko apni fingers se chhua —
aur ek jaldi, possessive chhota sa kiss uske lips pe de diya.
Srivalli ki aankhen widen ho gayi,
woh thoda halki se peeche hati,
aur aankhon mein glaring look diya —
thoda gussa, thoda darr,
par sabse zyada wild excitement.

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Jolly ne bas ek naughty, victorious smile di —
jaise keh raha ho:
"Tu jitna mujhse door bhaagegi,
utna aur apni khud ki bhookh me fas jaayegi."
Aur bina kuch aur kare,
woh casual paani lekar wapas chal diya.
Srivalli ne apni saans sambhalne ki koshish ki,
lekin apne hothon pe haath rakhkar chhupi hui smile nahi rok paayi.
Woh dar rahi thi...
lekin andar hi andar
use yeh chhupa, forbidden thrill sukoon de raha tha.
Srivalli ka dil tez dhadak raha tha:
"Kya kar rahi hoon main...?
Par kyun itna achha lag raha hai...?"

Srivalli ab khud ko rok nahi pa rahi thi.
Woh jo pehle sirf sharmati thi,
ab aankhon mein ek chhupa hua teasing glow le aayi thi
jab bhi Jolly saamne hota.
Jaise jaise din badh rahe the,
Srivalli ne jaan bujhkar apne aap ko aur zyada bold karna shuru kar diya.
Kabhi woh cooking karte waqt
jaan bujhkar apna pallu loose kar deti —
taaki Jolly ke aankhon ko apna deep cleavage dikh jaye.
Kabhi woh guzarne waqt
apni kamar thodi se zyada hila ke nikalti —
jaise apne hips ko invite karte hue.
Aur har baar jab Jolly ki aankhen uske curves pe rukti,
Srivalli ke hothon pe ek chhupi, naughty smile aa jaati.
Woh khud ko ab
Jolly ke liye sajane, bikharne aur jalane mein maza le rahi thi.


Jolly ab samajh gaya tha ki Srivalli ab tayar hai.
Ab sirf ek push ki zarurat thi.
Usne ek plan banaya.
Ek shaam, jab Pushpa garden mein phone call mein busy tha,
aur ghar ke andar sirf Srivalli kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thi,
Jolly chupke se uske peeche gaya.
Srivalli ek shelf se masala ka dabba utha rahi thi,
apni kamar thodi si stretch karke,
aur uska blouse tight hokar uski sexy back expose kar raha tha.
Jolly ne peeche se aakar
apni fingers se uski bare kamar ko
ek soft stroke diya.
Srivalli ek second ke liye freeze ho gayi —
ek halka sa gasp nikal gaya:
"Hnnnhh..."
Phir usne aankhon ke kone se dekha,
aur jab samjha ki Pushpa pass nahi tha,
toh Srivalli ne ek slow, naughty smile di.
Jolly ne uska response dekh ke
uske bare back par ek chhota sa kiss chhod diya —
aur bina kuch aur kahe
casual walk karte hue wapas garden ki taraf chala gaya.
Srivalli apne aapko sambhalte sambhalte,
apne hothon ko apne lips pe rakh ke
apni dhadkan ko normal karne ki koshish karti rahi.
Andar se woh phir se geeli ho gayi thi.
Sirf ek chhoti si touch se.

Pushpa ke saamne subtle dangerous flirting:
Ab flirting aur teasing sirf chhupke nahi hoti thi —
ab woh Pushpa ke saamne bhi dangerous level tak pahunch gayi thi.
Ek din, dinner ke waqt,
Srivalli table pe khaana laga rahi thi.
Pushpa aur Jolly dono table pe baithe the.
Jab Srivalli plates serve karte hue
Jolly ke pass aayi,
toh jaan bujhkar apna dupatta thoda aur slide kiya,
taaki Jolly ko
apna neckline aur cleavage clearly dikh jaye.


Jolly ne aankhon se sab kuch peeya —
aur Srivalli ke plate serve karte waqt
uske haath se halki si touch kiya —
jaise galti se hua ho.
Srivalli ka badan phir ek baar hil gaya.
Usne apni aankhen neeche kar li,
par lips pe ek chhupi si sexy smile aa gayi.
Pushpa kuch nahi samjha —
wo bas apne khaane aur baato mein busy tha.
Lekin dono — Jolly aur Srivalli —
andar hi andar
fire mein doobte ja rahe the.
Ek aisi fire
jo ab kisi bhi din
poori tarah phatne waali thi.


Shaam ka waqt tha.
Pushpa terrace pe kuch logon se milne gaya tha,
aur ghar ke neeche drawing room mein
sirf Jolly aur Srivalli rahe gaye the.
Srivalli sofa ke paas kuch saman saaf kar rahi thi,
aur Jolly casually ek magazine ke page flip kar raha tha —
par dono ka dhyaan sirf ek dusre pe tha.
Srivalli jab Jolly ke paas se guzri,
toh jaan bujhkar apne hips ko thoda zyada sway karti chali gayi,
aur Jolly ki aankhen uske curved figure pe chipak gayi.
Srivalli jaise jaante hue halka se muskurayi,
aur apne kaam mein busy dikhne lagi.
Lekin is baar Jolly ne apna sabr kho diya.
Woh dheere se utha,
aur bina koi awaaz kiye
Srivalli ke bilkul peeche aa gaya.
Srivalli ka dil tez dhadakne laga —
usne Jolly ki aahat mehsoos ki,
aur pura badan thoda kaanp gaya excitement se.

Aur phir...
Jolly ne uska haath pakda,
aur Srivalli ko apni taraf ghumaya.
Srivalli ne aankhon mein ek shocked, scared, but pyaasa look ke saath Jolly ko dekha —
uske hothon se halki si sans nikal gayi.
Usse kuch samajhne ka mauka nahi mila.
Agle hi second,
Jolly ne uske face ko apne dono haathon mein le liya,
aur apne lips ko Srivalli ke soft, trembling lips pe
forcefully, intensely press kar diya.
Srivalli ke aankhen widen hui shock mein,
fir dheere se bandh ho gayi pleasure mein.
Jolly ka kiss koi simple kiss nahi tha —
wild tha, greedy tha, desperate tha.
Uske lips Srivalli ke lips ko crush kar rahe the,
kabhi suck karte, kabhi nibble karte,
kabhi apni zubaan se uske lips ke beech raste banate.
Srivalli ne ek halki moan nikaali:
"Mmmhh...!"
Jolly ne is signal ko samajhkar
apni zubaan uske lips ke beech ghusa di,
aur Srivalli ke saath deep tongue dance shuru kar diya.
Unki zubaanen ek dusre ko dhoondti, chhedti, chaat-ti —
aur Srivalli ne apni body poori tarah Jolly ke saath chipka di.




Uske haath ab Jolly ke shirt pe pakad banakar,
apne aap ko sambhalne ki koshish kar rahe the.
Jolly ke haath Srivalli ke kamar pe the —
strong grip ke saath usse apne se chipkaye hue,
aur kabhi kabhi apne haath uski lower back tak slide karta,
uske curves ko feel karta.
Srivalli ka sharir ab melt kar raha tha Jolly ke against,
har kiss ke saath woh aur surrender kar rahi thi.
Unka kiss deep hota gaya —
sloppy, wet sounds unke mooh se nikalne lagi:
"Mmphhh... slurp... mmmhh..."
Srivalli ne apni saans break karne ke liye piche hatna chaaha,
lekin Jolly ne uska face aur tight pakad liya,
aur aur zyada passionately kiss karne laga.
Srivalli ka sharir ab uncontrollable tha —
poora geela, soft, trembling in forbidden pleasure.

Phir kuch door se terrace ka gate ka thoda sa awaaz aaya.
Dono ne ek second ke liye ruka.
Aankhon mein wild desire,
saans tezi se chalti hui.
Srivalli ne Jolly ki aankhon mein dekha —
aur Jolly ne uski aankhon mein wohi possessive, victorious hunger dekha:
"Tu ab sirf meri hai..."

Srivalli ne aankhen neeche kar li,
aur apne hothon pe haath rakhkar,
thoda shaky steps mein kitchen ki taraf chal gayi.
Par uske body ke har hisson mein
ab bhi Jolly ka kiss jal raha tha —
uski lips abhi bhi throb kar rahi thi.
Aur Jolly?
Woh relaxed hokar sofa par baith gaya,
aur apne whisky ka ek sip lete hue socha:
"Khel to abhi shuru hua hai..."

Raat ka waqt tha.
Srivalli apne bed pe leti thi —
Pushpa side mein so chuka tha,
aur pura ghar shant tha.
Srivalli ne apna phone chupke se uthaya.
Screen pe Jolly ka naam chamak raha tha —
ek naya message.
Usne excitement aur thoda dar ke saath chat open ki:

---

Jolly:

"Kal aa raha hoon ghar.
Tujhe dekhne ka mood hai, meri jaan."

Srivalli:

"Hnn... aa jao.
Main coffee bana doongi tumhare liye."

Jolly:

"Coffee se kaam nahi chalega...
Ek dare hai tere liye."

Srivalli:

"Kya dare?"

Srivalli ka dil zor se dhadakne laga.
Woh jaanti thi jab Jolly kuch kehta tha,
toh hamesha kuch dangerous hota tha.
Jolly:

"Kal jab main aaunga...
Tu ek sexy, tight blouse aur transparent saree mein saamne aayegi.
Saamne Pushpa bhi hoga."

Srivalli ke haath se phone girte girte bacha.
Uska sharir thoda kaanp gaya excitement aur dar mein.
Srivalli:

"Pagal ho gaye ho tum!
Pushpa sab dekh lega!"

Jolly:

"Bas dekh hi paayega...
Chhoo nahi paayega.
Tujhe dekh ke sirf main pighalunga,
aur tu apne andar meri aankhon ka touch mehsoos karegi."

Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya.
Uska sharir garam hone laga.
Hath se phone tight pakadte hue,
woh kuch seconds ke liye chup rahi.
Uska mann kehta tha — "Mana kar do."
Par dil...
woh chilla chilla ke keh raha tha:
"Kar na... chhupke se Jolly ke liye..."
Srivalli:

"Mujhse nahi hoga..."

Jolly:

"Hoga...
Tu meri hai na?
Apne mard ke liye kuch nahi karegi?"

Srivalli ne aankhen band ki,
aur apne andar ki junoon ko mehsoos kiya.
Uska haath apne thighs pe gaya,
aur woh apne aapko imagine karne lagi
transparent saree mein,
tight blouse mein,
aur Jolly ke aankhon mein jalti hui hawas ke aaine mein apne aapko dekhte hue.
Ek halki, broken moan uske lips se nikli.
Aur usne finally message kiya:
Srivalli:

"Theek hai...
Tumhare liye."

Jolly:

"Good girl.
Kal tujhe dekhkar...
Main aankhon se hi tujhe chhod dunga."

Srivalli ne apna phone band kiya,
aur apni saans sambhalte hue so gayi —
andar hi andar geeli,
wild anticipation se bhari hui.

Agle din subah,
Srivalli ka dil pura din tez dhadak raha tha.
Woh bathroom ke samne khadi thi —
haath mein ek halki transparent white saree aur
tight deep-neck blouse pakde hue.
Apne aapko mirror mein dekhte hi
Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya.
Uska cleavage clearly dikhta tha,
aur saree ka patla kapda
uske flat stomach aur kamar ke curves ko
barely chhupa pa raha tha.
Blouse tight tha —
uske full round boobs thoda se ubhar ke blouse ke andar perfect shape mein chamak rahe the.
Srivalli ne apne geele baalon ko ek side kiya,
aur apne aapko aankhon mein sharam aur
andar se chhupi hui excitement ke saath dekha.
Woh jaanti thi —
yeh sab Jolly ke liye tha.
Sirf Jolly ke aankhon ke liye.

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Shaam ka waqt.
Pushpa living room mein tha,
TV dekh raha tha.
Jolly ghar mein aaya —
normal casual look mein —
lekin uski aankhon mein woh purani teasing aag thi.
Jolly ne jaise hi aankhon uthakar Srivalli ko dekha...
uski aankhen freeze ho gayi.
Srivalli drawing room ke corner mein khadi thi —
halki muskurahat ke saath,
saree ko manage karte hue,
lekin jaante hue ki woh kitni seductive lag rahi thi.
Jolly ne apne aapko roka nahi.
Uski aankhon ne Srivalli ke sharir ko slowly scan karna start kiya:

• Uski bare kamar,
  
• Saree ke neeche se ubharta hua smooth ass ka shape,
  
• Blouse se heavy, perfectly tight boobs,
  
• Aur neckline jahan se soft cleavage clearly visible tha.
  

Jolly ki aankhon ka pressure Srivalli clearly mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Uska sharir kaanp raha tha andar se —
aur ek geela sensation
chupke se uski clean shaved chut mein jaag raha tha.
She was secretly dripping.
Sirf Jolly ke gaze se.

Pushpa kuch nahi samajh paaya.
Woh TV mein busy tha.
Lekin Srivalli aur Jolly ke beech
kuch aur hi khel chal raha tha.
Jolly aankhon se Srivalli ke saree ke folds ke andar jaa raha tha —
uske nipples tak aankhon se chhoo raha tha,
uske kamar ke curve ko aankhon se trace kar raha tha.
Srivalli ne aankh chhupke se uthakar Jolly ko dekha.
Aur ek chhupa, bold smile diya —
jaise keh rahi ho:
"Main jaanti hoon tum mujhe kaise aankhon se undress kar rahe ho."
Jolly ne apne hothon se apne whisky ka sip liya,
aur aankhon ke kone se ek thoda dirty wink diya.
Srivalli ka dil phir se hil gaya.
Usne apne thighs ko halka sa squeeze kiya
kyunki woh khudko control nahi kar pa rahi thi.

Aur tab, Jolly ne aankhon se signal diya:
"Pallu aur loose karo."
Srivalli ne chupke se apne dupatta jaisa saree ka pallu halka sa side se gira diya,
aur ab uska cleavage aur zyada clear ho gaya.
Jolly apni aankhon se uska pura sharir chaat raha tha

 —
aur Srivalli apne andar se
puri tarah se galti jaane wali thi.
Uski chut abhi bhi slowly throbbing aur moist ho rahi thi.
Sab kuch silent tha.
Sirf aankhon ka khel,
aur dilon ka jung.
Pushpa kuch nahi samajh paaya.
Par Srivalli aur Jolly dono
andar hi andar
wild fire mein doob rahe the.

Jolly apne phone par tezi se typing kar raha tha, aankhon mein ek shaitani planning ka chamak tha. Usne direct apne dad MLA ko ek quick message shoot kiya — kuch urgent political help ka bahana banaya, taaki Pushpa ko turant bulaaya ja sake. Sirf kuch minutes mein MLA ka phone Pushpa ke paas gaya.
Pushpa apne mobile par dekhte hi thoda tense ho gaya. MLA ka naam dekh kar woh samajh gaya ki koi kaam important hoga. Pushpa turant apne jootey pehenne laga, lekin Srivalli us waqt kitchen mein thaali set kar rahi thi. Jolly ne ise perfect mauka samjha. Usne Srivalli ko ek secret message bheja:

"Pushpa ko bolna ki tujhe mandir jaana hai, maine tere liye mannat maangi hai. Bas bolna mujhe drop kar de raaste mein. Sab main sambhal lunga."

Srivalli ka phone vibrate hua. Usne chupke se screen dekhi, message pada aur ek pal ke liye confused rahi, lekin andar se ek ajeeb thrill mehsoos karte hue haan mein sir hila diya. Srivalli apne aapko thoda emotional banate hue Pushpa ke paas gayi.
"Pushpa... mujhe mandir jaana hai. Maine tumhare liye mannat maangi thi jab woh problem hua tha. Aaj complete karna zaroori hai..." Srivalli ki awaaz mein soft emotion tha. Pushpa ne thoda surprise se Srivalli ko dekha, fir apne phone ki urgency aur Srivalli ke innocence ko tolte hue bola, "Haan, jana zaroori hai. Par abhi mujhe MLA sahab ke paas jaana padega. Ek kaam karta hoon, doosri gaadi le leta hoon."
Jolly jo corner mein khada sab dekh raha tha, casual andaaz mein bola, "Bhai, main coal mine ki taraf jaa raha hoon, wahi raaste se mandir padta hai. Main Srivalli ko drop kar dunga aur jab iska kaam khatam ho jaayega, pick bhi kar lunga."
Pushpa ne thoda soch ke Jolly ko dekha. Phir Srivalli ko dekha, jo abhi bhi aankhon mein halka sa sharm aur helplessness leke khadi thi. Pushpa ne aankh mein ek bharosa bhar ke bola, "Thik hai. Tu ise drop kar de, aur main apna kaam nipta ke turant milta hoon. Main abhi nikalta hoon."
Pushpa jaldi jaldi apni doosri car mein chala gaya. Srivalli ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Jolly ne ek chhupa hua victorious smile diya. Srivalli apne haath ke kone se pallu theek karte hue chhupke se Jolly ki taraf dekhi, aur dono ki aankhon mein ek hi sawal tha — ab kya hoga.
Jolly ne Srivalli ke paas aake seedhi aankhon mein dekhte hue halka sa fufkaar kar bola, "Ab tu sirf meri raah mein hai, jaan." Srivalli ne aankhen jhuka di, thoda scared, thoda excited. Woh dono ek forbidden mission ke liye nikal pade the — jahan kuch pal ke liye duniya, farz aur daayitva sab kuch peeche chhoot gaya tha.
Car ke engine ki gurgurahat ke saath dono ek nayi manzil ki taraf nikal chuke the, jahan hawas aur pyaar ke beech ki lakeerein dhundhli hone waali thi.

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[Joker44]

Jolly ne SUV ka door khola,
aur Srivalli ko respectfully baithne ka ishara kiya.
Srivalli ne thoda apna saree sambhalte hue,
narmi se andar kadam rakha.
Pallu apne place pe theek kiya,
aur side se seatbelt lagaya.
SUV ke andar ek deep silent hawa thi.
Bahaar dhoop ka halka sa glare tha,
lekin SUV ke tinted glasses ke peeche
ek thanda, intense tension pal raha tha.
Jolly driving seat pe tha —
cool, composed, jaise kuch nahi.
Uska ek haath steering pe relaxed tha,
aur aankhon mein wohi slow burning confidence.
Srivalli passenger seat pe sidhi baithi thi,
apni saans ko normal karne ki koshish karti hui.
Uske haath apne lap mein the,
aur aankhon mein ek alag hi nervous excitement.
Security cars SUV ke aage aur peeche thi —
full protected convoy,
taaki koi shaq na ho ki
andar kuch aisa ho raha hai
jo duniya kabhi samajh nahi sakti.

Gadi chalti ja rahi thi.
Engine ka halka vibration,
road ka soft humming sound,
aur dono ke beech wo chhupi hui bijli ka current —
jo har second ke saath tez hota ja raha tha.
Srivalli ki aankhon ke kone mein
ek flash yaad aaya —
Pushpa ki maa ka shant, pyara chehra.
Unhone jaane se pehle Srivalli ke sir par haath rakhte hue kaha tha:
"Beta, mandir jaakar bhagwan ka aashirvaad le aana.
Sab thik rahega."
Srivalli ne tab muskurate hue haan kiya tha.
Par ab...
SUV ke andar baithkar,
Jolly ke intense presence ke saath,
uske dil mein ek naughty thought ubhraa:
"Kaunsa aashirvaad milne waala hai mujhe aaj...
Jolly ke haathon se ya... uski chaah se?"
Uska chehra thoda lal ho gaya.
Usne apne saree ka pallu thoda tight kiya,
jaise apne uthe hue emotions ko chhupane ki koshish kar rahi ho.
Par Jolly ne sab mehsoos kiya.
Driving karte hue,
usne ek side glance dala Srivalli pe —
aur uski aankhon mein woh chhupi hui pareshani,
woh girti sambhalti sharam,
aur woh andar se geeli hoti bhookh
poori tarah pad li.
Jolly ke lips pe ek chhupa hua victorious smile aaya.
Woh jaanta tha —
mandir ka aashirvaad to ek bahana hai...
aaj Srivalli ko asli aashirvaad uski chhupi hui bhookh ke jawab mein milne wala hai.
Aur yeh aashirvaad
sirf aankhon se nahi,
poore sharir aur saanson se diya jaayega.
SUV highway pe smoothly bhaagti ja rahi thi,
lekin andar dono ke dil ab ek dusre ki taraf
aur zyada dangerously kheech rahe the.
Srivalli apne haath ki ungli se
apna saree ka edge pakad ke hilati rahi —
ek chhupa, silent signal
ki woh ready hai,
par dare bhi rahi hai.
Aur Jolly?
Woh apne time ka intezaar kar raha tha —
jab rasta aur duniya
unke forbidden milan ke liye
khaali ho jayegi.



Highway ke straight raste se,
Jolly ne SUV ka steering dheere se left turn kiya.
Srivalli ne kuch nahi kaha,
lekin uska dil zor se dhadakne laga.
SUV ek narrow side road mein ghus gayi —
aur kuch hi minute mein
woh dono ek ghana sa banana plantation ke beech aa gaye.
Ghar ke jangal jaisa tha —
charon taraf lambi lambi patli patli banana trees,
aur unka thick green shadow.
Hawa mein ek thandi, secret si khushboo thi.
SUV ke piche security car main road pe ruk chuki thi —
unki zimmedari thi bas outer protection tak rehna.
Yahan, plantation ke beech...
sirf Jolly aur Srivalli the.
Jolly ne SUV ko ek jagah gently park kiya —
jahaan dono sides se trees ki natural cover tha,
aur koi bhi door se unhe dekh nahi sakta tha.
Engine band hua.
Ek gehri khamoshi chhayi.
Srivalli ka sharir thoda kaanp gaya anticipation mein.
Jolly ne apni seatbelt kholi,
aur apne strong fingers se piche ki taraf ishaara kiya:
"Peeche aajaa, jaan."
Srivalli thoda nervous hote hue door open karke nichi utri,
aur SUV ke dusre side se quietly backseat mein chali gayi.
Jolly ne apni seat adjust karte hue
SUV ke backseats ko bend kar diya —
aur woh pure back ka area
ek flat, soft bed mein transform ho gaya.
Srivalli aankhon mein shock aur sharam leke dekh rahi thi.
Woh apni saree ke pallu ko tight pakad ke khadi thi,
poore badan mein ek ajeeb si thartharahat thi.
Uske mann mein ek hi thought goonj raha tha:
"Ab kya hone wala hai...?
Main... main kaise rok paungi...?"
Jolly ne SUV ke dark tinted windows check kiye —
sab safe tha.
Phir usne Srivalli ki aankhon mein seedha dekha —
ek possessive, hungry look ke saath.
Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya.
Woh dheere se apni jagah par khadi thi,
apni aankhon mein milti sharam, darr aur wild desire ka mixture lekar.
Jolly ne apne haath uski taraf badhaye —
softly, inviting her.
Srivalli ek second ke liye frozen rahi...
fir jaise apne aap se surrender karti hui,
woh apne pallu ko sambhalte hue
dheere se ek kadam aage badhi.
Woh jaanti thi —
yeh koi normal aashirvaad nahi hone waala tha.
Ye aaj ka din
uski zindagi ka sabse forbidden,
sabse wild aashirvaad banne jaa raha tha.



Srivalli ab bhi halke kap kapate kadmon se
SUV ke backseat ke paas khadi thi,
jab Jolly ne apna haath aage badhakar
uski kamar pakdi,
aur ek smooth, controlled strength ke saath
usse apni taraf khinch liya.
Srivalli halki si chhuchhaat gayi,
ek soft gasp uske hothon se nikal gaya:
"Ahh... Jolly..."
Uska saree ka pallu dheere se uske shoulders se slide ho gaya,
aur uska soft, warm body
Jolly ke strong chest ke against chipak gaya.
Srivalli ne aankhen neeche kar li,
hothon ko compress kar liya sharam mein —
bilkul jaise ek nayi dulhan
apne pati ke pehle touch par hil jaati hai.
Jolly ne apni nakhunon se Srivalli ki kamar ke bare skin ko halka sa feel kiya,
aur apni naram, intense awaaz mein bola:
"Itni sharma rahi hai jaise main tera apna... pati hoon."
Srivalli ne aankhen aur jhukayi,
aur ek halki muskurahat uske lips pe aayi —
thodi si naughty, thodi si helpless.
Jolly ne apne fingers se Srivalli ke chin ko upar uthaya,
aur uski aankhon mein seedha dekha —
jaise uski rooh tak pahuch raha ho.
"Tu kitni khoobsurat lag rahi hai...
meri pyaari dulhan jaise.
Bilkul meri apni."
Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya.
Uska dil itni tezi se dhadak raha tha
ki usse lag raha tha Jolly sun sakta hoga.
Ek ajeeb si sukoon bhari feeling Srivalli ke andar pal rahi thi —
jaise sach mein woh ek newly married wife ho
aur Jolly uska pyaar karta hua husband.
Jolly ne apne thumbs se Srivalli ke gaal ko halka sa stroke kiya,
aur whisper kiya:
"Main tujhe kabhi kuch hone nahi dunga, jaan.
Main tujhe har burai se bachaunga.
Mujhe sirf tu chahiye...
sirf tu..."
Srivalli ki aankhon mein halka sa paani aa gaya —
ek alag sa emotional pull tha.
Woh apne hothon ko control nahi kar payi —
ek soft, trembling smile ke saath
apna haath Jolly ke seene pe rakha —
jaise apna sab kuch uske hawale kar rahi ho.
Jolly ne dheere se Srivalli ke body ko apne full embrace mein le liya.
Uska haath uski bare back par ghoom raha tha,
aur dusra haath Srivalli ke baalon mein jaake fasa hua tha —
usko apne close kheenchta hua.
"Meri Srivalli..."
usne apni saans ke saath fufkaar ke bola.
Srivalli ne aankhen band kar li,
apni saans rok li —
aur pure dil se woh moment jeene lagi,
jaise woh kisi dulhan ki suhaagraat jee rahi ho.
Lekin Srivalli nahi jaanti thi...
Jolly ke pyaar bhare lafzon ke peeche
ek dark, obsessive haq chhupa tha.
Uska asli iraada tha
Srivalli ko sirf apna banana.
Hamesha ke liye.
Bina kisi rishtey, bina kisi duniya ke rules ke.
Aaj ki raat...
sirf shuruat thi.


Jolly ka strong embrace Srivalli ko puri tarah ghuma raha tha.
Uski garam body ke against chipki hui Srivalli ki saans tezi se chal rahi thi.
SUV ke andar ek gilaasa sukoon aur wildness ka mixture tha.
Jolly apni ungliyon se Srivalli ke baalon ke strands se khel raha tha,
jab Srivalli ne apne gala mein halki compaction ke saath apna sar uthaya,
aur dheere se, almost whisper karte hue poocha:
"Jolly..."
Jolly ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekha,
aur soft sa smile diya,
apne finger se Srivalli ke cheeks ko stroke karta raha.
Srivalli ne apne lower lip ko bite kiya,
thodi nervous ho gayi.
"Ye...
ye jo hum kar rahe hain..."
Srivalli ka voice thoda toot gaya,
uska gala band hone laga emotion se.
"Kya... ye safe hai?"
Jolly ka smile aur deepen hua.
"Kya tujhe lagta hai main tujhe kabhi kuch hone doonga, jaan?"
Srivalli ne apni aankhen thodi moist hoti mehsoos ki.
Par fir woh thoda aur khud se ladti hui boli:
"Par agar... agar Pushpa ko pata chal gaya...
woh... woh mujhe maar dalega...
ya phir... kabhi mujhe dekhega bhi nahi..."
Uska haath Jolly ke seene pe tha,
aur uske ungliyan apne aap tight hone lagi thi —
ek desperate fear, ek helpless longing ke saath.
Jolly ne apni nose se uski nose ko softly rub kiya,
aur apne lips se uske forehead ko kiss kiya.
"Mujhe sirf tu chahiye, Srivalli.
Tujhe kisi se darne ki zarurat nahi.
Pushpa kuch nahi kar sakta jab main tere saath hoon."
Srivalli thodi aur close hui,
apne chehre ko Jolly ke neck ke pass chipkakar
softly, thoda girlish awkwardness ke saath boli:
"Tumhe pata hai...
jab ladkiyon ko kisi pe doubt hota hai na,
ki ladka sach mein unse pyaar karta hai ya nahi...
toh hum kuch ajeeb sa cute cringe sa karti hain..."
Jolly thoda muskuraya,
aur uske baalon mein apni ungli ghusaate hue puchha:
"Jaise?"
Srivalli ne sharam se apne lips press kiye,
aur halki si cute awaaz mein boli:
"Jaise... jaise main abhi kar rahi hoon...
tumhare gale mein apna face chipkakar,
apni aankhon se tumhara heartbeat feel kar rahi hoon...
dekh rahi hoon ki jab main paas hoti hoon to tumhara dil tez dhadakta hai ya nahi..."
Jolly ne apne haath se Srivalli ki kamar ko aur tight pakda.
Uska dil literally zor se dhadak raha tha.
Srivalli ne aankh uthakar dekha,
aur ek masoom smile ke saath thoda aur bold hoke bola:
"Aur jab hum ladkiyan jaanna chahti hain ki koi ladka humse obsessed hai ya nahi...
toh hum jaise galti se apna dupatta ya kuch girakar dekhte hain...
ki ladka sambhalta hai ya nahi."
Jolly ke hothon pe ek dangerous grin aa gaya.
Usne Srivalli ki kamar aur kheench li,
aur deep possessive tone mein bola:
"Tujhe mere obsession par doubt hai, jaan?"
Srivalli ne sharam se aankhen jhuki,
aur sirf ek soft, thakaa, pyaasa sa smile diya.
Uske andar ka darr...
aur andar ki chhupi wild craving,
ab poora khulne ko tayaar tha.
Woh ab bhi apne mann ke ek kone mein dar rahi thi —
par uska sharir...
uska dil...
poora tarah se Jolly ke hawale ho chuka tha.
Jolly jaanta tha:
Ab yeh ladki kabhi nahi bach sakti.

Jolly ne Srivalli ke soft face ko apne haathon mein pakda,
aur apne hothon se uske forehead par ek deep, possessive kiss diya.
Uski awaaz deep, steady thi,
har lafz mein ek dangerous sa calm tha:
"Yahan sab kuch safe hai, jaan.
Tujhe koi nahi dekh raha.
Tujhe koi haath nahi laga sakta."
Srivalli ne aankhen band ki,
aur apna sharir dheere se uske touch mein melt hone diya.
Phir Jolly ne aur dheere se,
almost whisper mein kaha:
"Pehli baar jab hum mile the...
jab maine tujhe gaadi mein... mandir ke raste mein liya tha...
tab tu unwilling thi.
Dar rahi thi.
Lekin aaj..."
Jolly ne apne ungliyon se Srivalli ke gile, garam galo ko slow trace kiya.
"Aaj tu meri marzi se mere paas hai.
Ab tu meri ho gayi hai.
Meri apni."
Srivalli ke dimaag mein ek instant flash hua.
Us din ki yaadein —
jab Jolly ne usse zabardasti roka tha,
uski saree ko kheecha tha,
aur SUV ke peeche uski chut mein apna haq jamaya tha —
chaahe woh kitni bhi royi ho,
kitna bhi maangi ho chhod dene ki.
Woh yaadein ab bhi uske dil mein ek dard banakar chhupi thi.
Us waqt Srivalli sirf dar se kaanp gayi thi,
uske aansu uske galo par bahe the,
aur woh apne aap ko bachane ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Par ab...
Ab woh apne aap ko uske embrace mein voluntarily de rahi thi.
Ab uske rooh ka ek tukda
khud Jolly ko belong karta tha.
Srivalli ne apne aankhen band karte hue
ek gehera saans liya,
aur apne haath Jolly ke chest par rakhkar,
dheere se apne aapko uske against aur press kiya.
Woh jaanti thi ki Jolly ne use zabardasti liya tha pehli baar.
Lekin aaj...
uske pyar, uske care,
aur uske impossible junoon ne
Srivalli ko andar se badal diya tha.
Uska darr ab ek forbidden sukoon mein badal gaya tha.
Srivalli ke dil mein ab sirf ek hi awaaz thi:
"Main ab Jolly ki hoon.
Poore dil se, poore sharir se.
Uske liye hi bani hoon."
Jolly ne Srivalli ke forehead se apna face uthaya,
aur uske aankhon mein deep dekhte hue
possessive, husky tone mein bola:
"Tu sirf meri hai.
Aaj se, hamesha ke liye."
Srivalli ne aankhon mein aansu aur pyar lekar
halke se haan mein sir hilaya.
Uska pura sharir Jolly ke hawale ho chuka tha —
poori marzi se,
poori aarzoo se.

SUV ke andar ek gehri, passionate hawa bhar chuki thi.
Sirf dono ke saansein chal rahi thi —
baahar sirf khamoshi aur plantation ka thanda sa shadow.
Srivalli apne aap ko Jolly ke chest ke against chipka chuki thi —
jaise ek nayi dulhan apne pati ki baahon mein sukoon dhundti hai.
Jolly ne apni ungliyon se Srivalli ke baalon ko dheere dheere pichhe kiya,
aur uske bare soft galo ko apni fingers se softly cup kiya.
Uski aankhon mein wohi junoon tha —
par aaj woh junoon ke saath ek deep tenderness bhi thi.
Srivalli ki aankhen moist thi —
andar ka pura emotional samundar uski aankhon ke kone mein chamak raha tha.
Jolly apne chehra Srivalli ke aur paas laya,
itna paas ki dono ki saansen ek doosre ke hothon pe tickle hone lagi.
Srivalli ka sharir kaanp gaya,
par woh peeche nahi hati.
Woh jaise apni marzi se is forbidden rishte mein doobne ko tayaar thi.
Jolly ne apni aankhen Srivalli ki aankhon mein daali,
aur apne lips ko uske lips ke bilkul edge pe softly press kiya.
Pehla touch —
warm, soft, almost reverent.
Srivalli ka gala band ho gaya.
Usne apne aankhen band ki,
aur ek halke moan ke saath
apne lips ko thoda aur khola,
jaise apne dil se Jolly ka pyaar feel karna chahti ho.
Jolly ne apna ek haath Srivalli ki kamar ke neeche se slide kiya,
aur doosra haath uski bare neck pe rakhkar
uska chehra apni taraf aur kheench liya.
Aur tab —
ek deep, slow, passionate kiss shuru hua.
Jolly ke hothon ka pressure dheere dheere badhne laga —



pehle soft,
phir thoda aur hungry.
Uske lips Srivalli ke lips ko chaat rahe the,
press kar rahe the,
aur kabhi kabhi halka nibble karte hue
Srivalli ke andar ke sab darr tod rahe the.
Srivalli apni puri body se Jolly ke against melt ho gayi.
Uska haath Jolly ke neck ke piche slide karke
usko aur tight pakad liya.
Unki zubaanen ab ek doosre mein lapet chuki thi —
ek slow, wet, passionate dance mein.
"Mmmhh... haaahh..."
Srivalli ke mooh se broken, breathless moans nikalne lage.
Jolly ka kiss possessive tha —
jaise woh Srivalli ke har cell ko claim kar raha ho.
Srivalli ka sharir ab poora respond kar raha tha:
uska dil, uski chut,
sab kuch geela aur pulkit ho raha tha sirf Jolly ke slow deep kisses se.
Kabhi Jolly Srivalli ke lower lip ko apni zubaan se tease karta,
kabhi dono lips ko apne mouth mein le kar suck karta.
Srivalli ne apne aapko puri tarah Jolly ke pyaar mein de diya tha —
koi rukawat nahi,
koi darr nahi,
sirf ek infinite surrender.
SUV ke andar sirf unki saansein, unki wet kissing sounds,
aur dono ke wild, silent dilon ki dhadkane gunj rahi thi.
Ye kiss koi lust ka moment nahi tha —
ye ek deep emotional bonding thi,
jo dard, paap aur pyaar ka milan tha.
Aur Srivalli...
ab jaanti thi,
woh sirf Jolly ki thi.
Ab aur kabhi nahi badalne waala tha.

Jolly ne Srivalli ka face apne haathon mein pakad kar
uski aankhon mein deep dekhte hue soft husky awaaz mein bola:
"Mujhe dekhna hai tujhe...
poora.
Har kapde ko slow slow nikalte hue.
Mujhe tease karte hue."
Srivalli ne shock mein aankhen badi ki,
aur apne lips ko bite kiya —
sharm ke maare cheek red ho gaya tha.
Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Woh apne pallu ko tight karte hue soft se boli:
"Yahan kaise... SUV ke andar... itna kam jagah hai..."
Jolly ne thoda hansi dabate hue,
ek wicked smile ke saath bola:
"Toh chalo bahar.
Plantation ke andar deep chale jaate hain.
Main apni sheet laaya hoon.
Aur yaad rakh... ye sab mera hi area hai.
Koi nahi aayega.
Koi nahi dekh sakta."
Srivalli ne thoda hesitate kiya —
andar se excitement aur darr ka mixture tha.
Par jab Jolly ne apne haath uski kamar par rakhe
aur aankhon mein woh possessive bharosa diya,
toh Srivalli ne apna sir dheere se haan mein hila diya.
"Theek hai...
par jaldi karna..."
Jolly ne SUV ka door khola,
aur Srivalli ke liye rasta banaya.
Dono plantation ke ghane trees ke andar deep chalte gaye —
jahan sunlight sirf halki halki chhan kar aa rahi thi,
aur hawa mein ek raw wildness thi.
Jolly ne ek bada white sheet ground pe spread kiya,
aur Srivalli ko ek pal ke liye khud dekhte reh gaya.
Srivalli pure white transparent saree mein thi —
halki halki sunlight mein
uska har curve, har soft shape
through saree visible tha.
Uska heavy blouse tight tha,
aur nipples saree aur blouse ke through
almost visible the.
Srivalli apne pallu ko tightly pakad ke khadi thi,
thoda sharmati hui, thoda daring lag rahi thi.
Jolly ne apne aankhon se use undress karte hue
halki fufkaar ke saath bola:
"Start kar...
slowly...
make it a strip tease for me, meri jaan."
Srivalli ne ek nervous saans bhara.
Uska sharir thoda kaanp gaya.
Par Jolly ki aankhon mein woh wild hunger dekhkar,
woh apne aap ko rok nahi payi.
Srivalli ne apne haath pallu se uthaye,
aur dheere dheere
apni saree ke folds ko loosen karna start kiya.
Jolly ground pe baitha
apne whiskey brown aankhon se har second Srivalli ke movement ko peeta jaa raha tha.
Srivalli ne halki si blush ke saath
apna pallu side se utara —
aur uska pure milky white cleavage
sunlight mein chamak gaya.
Jolly ke lips se ek soft groan nikla:
"Fuck... meri perfect dulhan..."
Srivalli ka sharir ab dheere dheere relax ho raha tha —
har fold kholti,
apne kamar ko halka tilt karti,
apne blouse ko halki si lift karti.
Jolly ki aankhon mein sirf ek junoon tha —
Srivalli ko kholte hue dekhna,
jaise apna biggest secret khol raha ho.
Srivalli ab bas blouse aur peticoat mein reh gayi thi —
aur uski aankhon mein ek nayi wildness chamak rahi thi,
jo pehle kabhi nahi thi.
Usne apne kamar ko halka jhulaate hue
Jolly ke aankhon mein aankhon daal kar
apne blouse ki dori pakdi...
aur Jolly ka dil literally ruk gaya anticipation mein.
Srivalli ab apne pure dil se
sirf ek aadmi ke liye khud ko present kar rahi thi —
apne Jolly ke liye.




Srivalli ab plantation ke beech,
white sheet ke upar khadi thi —
sirf apne blouse aur peticoat mein.
Puri hawa mein ek soft, teasing wildness thi.
Birds ke halki si awaaz,
aur unke beech Srivalli ka sharmeela, geela sharir.
Usne apne haath dheere se blouse ke dori tak le jaaye,
aur aankhen jhuka ke,
halke trembling fingers se dori kholne lagi.
Blouse dheere dheere loose hua,
aur Srivalli ne apne kandhon se blouse ko slip karna shuru kiya.
Jolly ground pe baitha,
apni aankhon mein ek wild lust aur ek deep adoration ke saath Srivalli ko dekh raha tha.
Blouse neeche gira,
aur Srivalli ka naked upper body pure roop mein saamne aaya.
Srivalli ke boobs perfect the —
full round 34C jaise soft cotton ke ball jaise,
lekin skin tight aur youthfully perky.
Unka shape bilkul natural aur tempting tha —
ekdum soft perfect arcs ke saath,
jaise kiss karne ke liye banaye gaye ho.
Uske nipples halki si thandi hawa se tight ho gaye the —
light pink color ke,
perfect small buds jaise,
thoda thoda raise hue,
jo soft glowing skin ke beech mein sparkling kar rahe the.





Jolly ne apni saans andar kheench li —
jaise pehli baar apna asli khazana dekh raha ho.
Srivalli ne aankhen jhuka kar apne haath apne boobs ke aage le liye sharam se,
par Jolly ki aankhen har detail absorb kar chuki thi.
Fir dheere se Srivalli ne apne peticoat ki side strings pakdi,
aur aankhon mein sharam bhare expression ke saath dheere dheere usse neeche kheenchna start kiya.
Jese hi peticoat neeche gira,
Srivalli ab poori naked khadi thi —
sirf apne gale mein ek mangalsutra pehne hue.
Jolly ke saamne ab Srivalli ki pure untouched beauty thi.
Uski chut bilkul soft aur perfectly shaped thi —
halki soft skin ke saath,
aur specially clean shave ki gayi thi,
jaise Jolly ke liye ready ki gayi ho.
Wahan ki skin halka rosy pink thi —
softly swollen aur thodi shiny wetness se chamakti hui.
Jolly ke aankhon mein ek deep victorious glint aa gaya —
ye dekhkar ki Srivalli ne special tayyari ki thi sirf uske liye.
Srivalli ke cheeks pure lal ho gaye the —
woh apne haathon se apne lower tummy ko cover karne ki koshish kar rahi thi,
par kuch chhup nahi sakta tha.
Sirf mangalsutra uski collarbone aur cleavage ke beech latak raha tha —
jaise ek nishani ki Srivalli kisi aur ki thi...
lekin ab apni marzi se Jolly ki ban chuki thi.
Jolly ne aankhon se Srivalli ko itna deep possessive tareeke se dekha
ki Srivalli ne apna gala sukhte hue thoda apne pair hilaye —
aur uski clean shaved chut ke beech se
ek halki geelepan ki lakir sheet par chhu gayi.
Srivalli apni aankhon mein sharm aur pyaas ka perfect mix lekar
sirf Jolly ko dekh rahi thi.
Woh jaanti thi —
yeh sab woh Pushpa ke liye kabhi nahi kiya tha.
Kabhi bhi apni is pure form ko kisi ke saamne nahi khola tha.
Sirf Jolly ke liye.
Sirf uske liye.
Aur Jolly?
Woh apni saans sambhalte hue
andar hi andar soch raha tha:
"Aaj meri Srivalli poori tarah meri hai.
Dil se, sharir se, rooh se."





Srivalli ka sharir ab dheere dheere thoda comfortable hone laga tha.
Pehle woh apni nangi body ko Jolly ke intense gaze se chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi,
lekin ab uski aankhon mein ek nayi chamak aa gayi thi —
ek chhupa hua excitement, ek accepted belonging.
Jolly ne ground pe baithte hue apni aankhen Srivalli ke upar fix ki,
aur soft teasing tone mein bola:
"Thoda tease kar mujhe...
sexy poses mein, jaise bas mera ban gayi ho."
Srivalli ne sharm ke maare apne aankhen neeche kar li,
par Jolly ke aankhon mein woh wild adoration dekh kar
andar se melt ho gayi.
Thoda hesitation ke baad,
usne apne haath apne baalon mein fasaaye,
aur apni kamar ko halki si side se twist kiya —
ek soft seductive pose mein,
apne ek leg ko thoda bend karke.
Jolly ke lips pe ek deep growl aayi:
"Mmmh... meri jaan..."
Srivalli ab dheere dheere apne haathon se apne boobs ko soft cover karte hue,
kabhi apne hips ko tilt karte hue,
kabhi apni chut ke around soft innocent movements karte hue,
pure plantation ke beech ek wild nangi apsara jaise lag rahi thi.
Phir Jolly ne apna phone nikaala,
aur soft deep tone mein pucha:
"Can I... click some pics?
Sirf mere liye.
Kabhi kisi ko nahi dikhaunga, kasam."
Srivalli ka gala sukh gaya.
Woh aankhen neeche kar ke sochi kuch seconds ke liye.
Darr aur excitement ke mixture ke saath,
usne dheere se sir hilaya —
ek soft, trembling "haan" ke saath.
Jolly ke aankhon mein ek victorious pyar chamak gaya.
Usne phone uthaya,
aur Srivalli ke soft, sexy, trembling naked poses ke kuch photos click kiye.
Har click ke saath,
Srivalli thodi aur shy hoti,
aur thoda aur khul jaati.
Woh sirf apne gale mein latakte mangalsutra mein fully naked thi —
aur uski chut se thodi thodi shine karti wetness
Jolly ko pagal kar rahi thi.
Ek photo mein Srivalli ne apne ek leg ko side se uthakar,
apni clean-shaved, slightly pink wet chut ko almost open expose kiya —
aur Jolly ne us moment ko apni aankhon aur phone dono mein capture kar liya.

---

Aur tab,
Jolly apne phone ko side mein rakha,
aur slow but strong movement mein
Srivalli ke dono legs pakadkar
use apne taraf kheench liya.
Srivalli thoda gasp kiya:
"Ahhh Jolly...!"
Par resist nahi kiya.
Sirf apni aankhon mein pyaas lekar uske aankhon mein dekhte rahi.
Jolly ne uski legs ko kholte hue,
uski soft wet chut ko apne aankhon ke saamne expose kiya —
aur ek deep breath leke,
apne lips ko us chut ke upar rakh diya.

---

Jolly Srivalli ki chut ko kiss kar raha tha,
bilkul waise jaise woh uske upper lips ko karta tha.
Soft, loving kisses,
slow open mouth kisses,
kabhi halki si suction,
kabhi warm wet tongue ka slow teasing stroke.
Srivalli ke hothon se broken, breathless moans nikalne lage:
"Mmmhh... haaahh... Jolly...!"
Woh apni kamar ko halka upar uthakar
aur aur zyada apni chut Jolly ke lips pe press karne lagi.
Jolly jaise apna poora pyaar,
poora junoon
Srivalli ke most sacred jagah pe utaar raha tha.
Srivalli ke pure shareer mein bijli jaise current daud raha tha.
Woh apne dono haathon se sheet ko pakad kar
apne aap ko control karne ki koshish kar rahi thi —
par woh jaanti thi...
Ab woh sirf Jolly ki thi.
Aur Jolly ke lips ka pyaar
uska asli aashirvaad tha.




Jolly ne apne lips ko
Srivalli ki soft, clean-shaved, thodi thodi wet chut ke against
tight press kiya.
Srivalli ne apni aankhen band kar li,
aur ek halki broken moan nikal gayi:
"Mmmmhh... haaahh... Jolly..."
Jolly ne apne mouth ko uske soft wet folds pe khola,
aur apni garam zubaan se
sabse pehle ek long, slow, flat lick diya
bottom se top tak.
Srivalli ka sharir pure plantation mein tharthara gaya.
Uske thighs naturally hilne lage,
aur uske fingers sheet ko crumple karne lage.
Jolly ka har lick deliberate tha —
slow, deep, sensuous.
Uski tongue Srivalli ki chut ke folds ke beech mein ghus rahi thi,
soft, warm strokes ke saath.
Kabhi woh clit ke upar soft circular movement karta,
kabhi apni zubaan se pura slit explore karta.
Srivalli ka sharir ab uncontrollable hone laga tha.
Uske mooh se nikalne lage
broken, gasping, high-pitched moans:
"Aahh... Jolly... mmmhh... ohh God...!"
Jolly ne apne haathon se Srivalli ke hips ko tight pakad liya,
aur apni tongue aur deep kar di —
ab wo uske chut ke andar tak slow, soft thrusts kar raha tha.
Srivalli ne apni kamar uthakar
aur apne hips ko hilakar
aur zyada apni chut Jolly ke mouth pe press kar diya.
Woh apne hothon se apne mouth ko cover karne ki koshish kar rahi thi,
taaki apne loud moans ko chupaa sake,
par kuch control nahi ho raha tha.
Jolly ka face ab poora wet tha —
Srivalli ke juices se.
Woh kabhi Srivalli ke clit ko slow suck karta,
kabhi apni tongue se light tapping strokes deta,
aur kabhi apni zubaan ko deep push karke
andar se sab kuch feel karta.
Srivalli ke body mein waves ke jaise tremors aa rahe the.
Uski chut ab completely soaked thi,
aur Jolly apne har lick ke saath
Srivalli ko thoda thoda aur unglued kar raha tha.
Srivalli ki body ab tight hone lagi thi,
muscles contract karne lage the.
Woh apni kamar ko uncontrollably move kar rahi thi
Jolly ke face ke against —
pura desperate, pura raw pleasure mein.
Srivalli apni aankhen squeeze karte hue
broken awaazon mein boli:
"Jolly... main... main... ahhhhhh...!"
Aur ek sharp moan ke saath
Srivalli ka sharir explode kar gaya
Jolly ke mouth pe.
Her thighs shook violently,
her hips jerked up hard,
aur uski chut se garam wetness ka gushing flood Jolly ke lips aur chin pe spread ho gaya.
Jolly ne Srivalli ka saara orgasm apni mouth mein capture kiya —
apni zubaan se uske trembling chut ko soothe karte hue.
Srivalli apne pure sharir se collapse kar gayi,
panting hard,
sweaty, trembling,
aur Jolly ke pyaar mein puri tarah se melted.
Woh jaanti thi —
ab woh sirf Jolly ki thi.
Soul se, body se, har drop se.




Srivalli abhi bhi heavy panting kar rahi thi,
jab Jolly ne uske soft trembling sharir ko apne strong haathon se pakda,
aur gently usse sheet ke upar face ke bal lita diya.
Srivalli ka sharir pura sweat aur wild energy mein glisten kar raha tha.
Uska face sheet par tha,
aur kamar naturally upar thi —
lekin Jolly ne apne haath se
uski soft wide hips ko pakad kar aur upar kheench liya.
"Kamar aur upar, jaan..."
Jolly ki awaaz deep, heavy aur completely dominant thi.
Srivalli ne halki si whimper ke saath
apne knees ko spread kiya
aur apni kamar ko aur upar push kiya,
apni chut ko open expose karte hue —
completely wet, trembling, aur ready sirf apne Jolly ke liye.
Jolly ne apne pants ko kholkar apna hard, throbbing lund release kiya —
jo poora swollen aur uske liye desperate tha.
Usne apna thick lund Srivalli ki wet chut ke entrance pe rakha,
aur apne haathon se Srivalli ke hips ko strong grip mein liya.
Phir bina kisi aur warning ke,
ek deep wild thrust ke saath
apna pura lund Srivalli ki chut mein andar daal diya.
"Aaaahhh...!!"
Srivalli cheekh uthi pleasure aur shock ke mixture mein,
her fingers gripping the sheet tightly,
her body jolting forward.
Jolly ka movement wild tha —
no slow romance ab,
yeh pure primal possession tha.
Jaise ek animal apni mate ko claim karta hai,
waise hi Jolly ab Srivalli ko
deep backshots mein pound kar raha tha.
Each thrust was powerful, deep, and rough,
aur Srivalli ke sharir ko har push ke saath aage dhakel raha tha.
Srivalli ke lips se unstoppable loud moans nikal rahe the:
"Ahhh... haaahh... Jolly... harder... please...!!"
Uska body poora hil raha tha,
her breasts jhatakte hue sheet ke against rub kar rahe the,
aur uski chut Jolly ke lund ko tight grip mein le rahi thi.
Jolly apne haathon se Srivalli ke hips ko aur tight pakad kar
usse apne deep wild thrusts ke saath match karne pe majboor kar raha tha.
Plantation mein sirf unke bodies ke slapping sounds aur Srivalli ke broken moans gunj rahe the:
"Thap! Thap! Thap!"
Srivalli ka mangalsutra uske neck mein hil raha tha har deep thrust ke saath —
jaise ab woh apne farz aur duniya se door,
sirf Jolly ki private possession ban chuki thi.
Jolly apne lund ko pura deep push karta,
aur jab Srivalli ke andar pura bhar jaata,
tab apni hips ko grind karta —
uski chut ko aur stretch karta,
aur uski aatma tak apna haq jamata.
Srivalli ke sharir se sweat ke droplets gir rahe the,
aur uski chut ab uncontrollable wetness mein leak kar rahi thi.
Woh ek wild, pure, surrendered mess ban gayi thi
Jolly ke thokar mein —
aur uska dil sirf ek cheez chilla raha tha:
"Main ab sirf aur sirf Jolly ki hoon... hamesha ke liye..."



Jolly ka pace ab pura out of control ho gaya tha.
Usne apne dono haathon se Srivalli ke hips ko aur tight pakad liya,
aur uska sir zor se sheet par daba diya.
Srivalli ka muh sheet ke against tha,
uska soft round ass upar hawa mein —
poora exposed, trembling, ready sirf Jolly ke liye.
Jolly ke wild powerful thrusts Srivalli ke soft hips aur thighs ko hilate ja rahe the.
Har thrust itna deep tha
ki Srivalli ke broken gasping moans plantation mein gunj rahe the:
"Aahhh... haaahh... ohhhh Jollyyyy...!!!"
Srivalli ka sharir poora wild ho chuka tha.
Do baar woh already climax kar chuki thi,
poora body sensitive aur overstimulated tha,
par Jolly rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha.
Woh apne pure primal junoon mein
Srivalli ko pound karta ja raha tha —
jaise ek wild animal apni mate ko last tak breed karta hai.
Srivalli ke andar ka geela warm sensation
har thrust ke saath zyada feel ho raha tha.
Her chut was soaked, stretched, swollen —
aur Jolly ka thick lund baar baar uske deepest andar tak jaake
usse aur bhar raha tha.
Srivalli apni kamar ko hilate hue
aur aur zyada apne aap ko Jolly ke thokar ke liye press kar rahi thi —
jaise apna sab kuch de rahi ho.

Aur phir...
Jolly ka sharir tighten hone laga.
Usne apna last powerful thrust diya —
itna deep aur hard
ki Srivalli ka sharir poora hil gaya,
aur ek broken loud moan nikal gaya:
"AAHHHHHhhhhh...!!"
Aur isi last thrust ke saath,
Jolly ne apna pura load
Srivalli ke andar dump kar diya.
Warm, thick hot cum ka flood
Srivalli ke andar chut ko bhar gaya —
poora andhar tapak gaya.
Srivalli ne apna hips thoda aur hilaya,
aur feel kiya kaise Jolly ka thick garam pani uske andar bhar gaya tha.
Jolly ne kuch seconds tak apna lund andar deeply press karke rakha,
Srivalli ke andar throb karta hua,
aur fir dheere se apna lund bahar nikalne laga.
Jaise hi usne apna thick lund Srivalli ke fully wet chut se nikaala,
Srivalli ke chut ke mouth se
ek garam white thick cum ki pochkari bahar ude
aur plantation ke sheet par garm garm tapak gayi.
Srivalli ke thighs ke beech se Jolly ka thick white load dheere dheere drip kar raha tha,
aur Srivalli collapse kar chuki thi —
poora sharir exhausted, trembling, satisfied.
Uska sareer sticky sweat aur forbidden pleasure mein completely khoya hua tha.
Sirf uske gale mein mangalsutra hil raha tha —
aur poora sharir ab sirf ek aadmi ka haq tha:
Jolly ka.

Jolly ka sharir ab bhi halkasa tharthara raha tha after the wild climax.

Usne Srivalli ke soft trembling sharir ko dekha,
jo sheet par semi-conscious si, fully satisfied padhi thi —
sirf apne mangalsutra aur sweat mein chamakti hui.
Jolly ne apne haathon se apna still semi-hard lund uthaya,
aur Srivalli ke cheek ke paas le aaya.
Uski awaaz deep aur commanding thi:
[b]"Clean it, jaan..."[/b]





Srivalli ne aankhen khol kar dekha —
aur pehle ek halki si hesitation uski aankhon mein chamki.
Thoda ajeeb laga,
thoda weird feel hua —
apne muh se woh lund jo abhi abhi uske andar throb kar raha tha,
aur jo ab cum aur wetness mein coated tha.
Par fir...
uske dil mein ek soft warmth uthi.
"Main Jolly se pyaar karti hoon...
uska sab kuch mera hai...
aur main uska sab kuch chahti hoon..."
Srivalli ne apne lower lip ko halka sa bite kiya,
thoda sharmate hue aankhon se Jolly ki taraf dekha,
aur bina kuch bole
apne garam, soft lips se
Jolly ke lund ka head gently kiss kiya.
Jolly ne apni saans andar kheench li —
Srivalli ke innocent yet wild touch se.
Srivalli ne dheere se apna muh khola,
aur Jolly ke lund ko apne soft mouth mein le liya.
Warmth ka ek flood Jolly ke sharir mein daud gaya.
Srivalli ne apne zubaan se
lund ke head ke aaspaas ki saari cum aur wetness ko softly lick karna shuru kiya.
Usko apne apne muh mein
apni khud ki chut ka mixed taste aur
Jolly ke thick salty cum ka taste mehsoos hua.
Par Srivalli ne disgust nahi feel kiya.
Usne isse ek forbidden sweet pleasure ke jaise accept kiya.
Apni zubaan se,
apne pyaar se,
Srivalli ne Jolly ka poora lund clean karte hue
apne muh se deep soft sucks diye.
"Mmmhh... slurp..."
Jolly apne pure lust aur pyar mein
apna haath Srivalli ke baalon mein fasa kar
uske movements guide karne laga.
Srivalli ab full dedication ke saath
Jolly ko apne mouth mein lena aur clean karna enjoy kar rahi thi —
jaise woh apna farz nibhati ho.
Phir Jolly ka lund phir se hard hone laga Srivalli ke warm wet mouth mein.
Aur bina kisi aur warning ke,
Jolly ne apne hips ko deep push kiya,
aur apna second load
direct Srivalli ke muh ke deep andar shoot kar diya.
"Ahhh fuck... Srivalli...!!"
Garam, thick, salty cum ka ek flood
Srivalli ke tongue aur throat mein explode hua.
Srivalli ka gala thoda hil gaya,
lekin usne bilkul resist nahi kiya.
Usne apne aankhen band kar ke
poora load slowly, lovingly
gulp kar liya —
ek ek drop ko pi jaate hue.
Uske aankhon se ek chhoti si aansoon ki boond nikli,
nafrat se nahi —
pyaar aur surrender ke sukoon se.
Jolly ne apne strong arms open kiye,
aur Srivalli ko apni chest ke against kheench liya.
Srivalli, pura exhausted, fully used, fully loved,
Jolly ke baahon mein gir gayi —
apni cheek uske chest par rakhkar.
Jolly uske baalon ko stroke karte hue
softly fufkaar kar raha tha:
"Meri perfect Srivalli....."
Aur plantation ke beech,
sheet ke upar,
dono lovers sukoon aur forbidden pleasure ke samundar mein doob chuke the —
duniya se poori tarah alag,
sirf ek dusre ke.

[Joker44]

Kuch der plantation ke sheet par
ek dusre ke saath silently lete rehne ke baad,
Srivalli ne apne aankhen dheere se kholi.
Hawa mein ab ek soft thandak thi,
aur din dhal raha tha.
Jolly ne apne strong arms mein Srivalli ko thoda aur squeeze kiya,
phir uske soft baalon mein haath chalate hue
uske kaan ke paas dheere se bola:
"Chalo, meri jaan...
ghar chhod deta hoon tujhe."
Srivalli ne ek thaki si, pyaari muskaan di,
aur dheere se uth gayi.
Apni saree ko plantation ki ek clean jagah se uthakar
Srivalli ne pehna shuru kiya —
sare folds ko sambhalti hui,
apna pallu set karti hui.
Woh phir se ek shareef sanskaari Srivalli ban chuki thi,
lekin andar se woh jaanti thi —
ab woh kabhi wahi Srivalli nahi thi jo subah thi.
Uska shareer, uski rooh —
sab kuch ab Jolly ke naam likha ja chuka tha.



Dono silently SUV mein wapas aaye.
Srivalli apne seatbelt lagate waqt
ek baar Jolly ki taraf dekhi,
aur aankhon se ek chhupa hua "thank you" diya.
Jolly ne sirf ek soft, proud smile ke saath steering sambhal liya.
Drive silent thi —
par plantation mein gujre har moment ki garmi
ab bhi hawa mein mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Kuch distance pe aate aate
Jolly ko yaad aaya.
Usne apne phone se ek call milaya,
aur uske aadmiyon ko instruction diya:
"Mandir ka prasad ready hai na?"
"Haan, bhaiya. Aapke order ke mutabik sab arrange kar diya tha."
Jolly ne relaxed hote hue SUV ka ek side compartment open kiya,
aur wahan se ek neatly packed prasad ka packet nikaala.
Srivalli ne usse thoda confuse hokar dekha.
Jolly ne casually Srivalli ke lap mein prasad ka packet rakhte hue bola:
"Mandir nahi jaa paye...
par mann ki mannat poori ho gayi.
Yeh prasad le jaa aur maa ko de dena."
Srivalli ne apne thartharate haathon se prasad uthaya,
aur apni aankhon mein ek soft gratitude aur guilty happiness ka mix mehsoos kiya.



Ghar ke paas SUV ruki.
Jolly ne quietly Srivalli ke liye door open kiya.
Srivalli, apni saree ko sambhalte hue,
apni aankhon mein sharam aur sukoon ke beech ka ek anjaana pyaar lekar
SUV se utri.
Prasad ka packet apne haathon mein pakde,
Srivalli ne ek baar last baar Jolly ki aankhon mein dekha.
Jolly ne ek slow victorious nod diya —
ek aankhon se likha hua promise:
"Tu ab sirf meri hai."
Srivalli ne aankhen neeche karli,
aur ghar ke andar chali gayi —
seedha maa ke haath mein prasad dene ke liye.
Ghar ke sab logon ko kuch bhi alag nahi laga.
Sab kuch normal tha.
Par Srivalli ke andar,
ek nayi duniya chal rahi thi —
ek forbidden, passionate, unbreakable bond ke saath,
jo sirf Jolly ke saath tha.
Aur Srivalli jaanti thi...
yeh rishte ka asli safar to ab shuru hua tha.



Jolly ke sprawling mansion ke ek high-tech private lounge mein
ek large screen wall ke samne
ek sophisticated, tailored suit pehne hue American businessman baitha tha —
Mr. Richard Davis.
Uske haath mein ek premium whisky ka glass tha,
aur aankhon mein ek dangerous lust aur greed ki chamak thi.
Screen par —
hidden camera ke feed se —
Srivalli ka strip tease,
uski naked trembling beauty,
aur plantation mein Jolly ke saath wild passion ka har second capture ho raha tha.
Mr. Davis ka mouth slightly open tha —
shock aur obsession ke mixture ke saath woh Srivalli ko dekh raha tha.
Usne apne lips par tongue chalayi,
aur deep hungry breath lete hue
Jolly ke father, MLA Ranjit Reddy ki taraf dekha,
jo corner mein whisky ka sip le raha tha.
Heavy silence todte hue,
Mr. Davis ne apni deep American accent mein bola:
"She's perfect... absolutely perfect."
MLA thoda muskuraya,
political deals ki smell ko pehchan gaya tha.
Mr. Davis apne seat se thoda lean karke bola:
"I want her.
One night.
Maybe more.
You make her available for me..."
Usne apni whisky ka glass table par rakhte hue
MLA ke aankhon mein directly dekha:
"...and your entire steel export deal —
$500 million —
is yours.
Signed tomorrow."
Room mein ek heavy dangerous silence bhar gaya.
MLA Ranjit Reddy ne apne whisky ka sip liya,
aur aankhon mein ek cold, calculating light aa gayi.
Uska dimaag tez speed se chalne laga:
Jolly, Pushpa, Srivalli, business, power...
Aur ab ek bada deal sirf ek aurat ke badle.
Uske lips ke kone pe ek slow smirk aaya.
"Let me... arrange something.
Consider it... handled."
Mr. Davis ne ek deep victorious grin diya,
aur phir screen ki taraf wapas dekhne laga —
jahaan Srivalli ke naked body ka ek slow replay chal raha tha.
Uske aankhon mein bas ek junoon tha:
"Soon, little Indian goddess... you'll be mine too."



Jab plantation mein Srivalli
apna sab kuch Jolly ke liye surrender kar rahi thi —
apni pure body, apni rooh, apna sabse bada bharosa,
tab plantation ke dusri side pe
hidden cameras sab kuch record kar rahe the —
har pose, har strip, har moan, har wild surrender.
Aur woh sab
Jolly ki planning ka hissa tha.

Jolly ne apni SUV mein Srivalli ko baithate waqt,
apne phone par ek discreet app open kiya tha,
jisse plantation ke sab secret cameras on ho gaye the.
Woh jaanta tha —
Sirf apni aankhon ke liye nahi,
balki duniya ko Srivalli ki asli khoobsurti dikhane ke liye.
Paise ke liye.
Power ke liye.

Mansion mein,
Jolly quietly apne father MLA Ranjit ke paas gaya tha,
aur soft but firm awaaz mein bola tha:
"Bade sapne dekhne hain na, Papa?
Mujhe sab kuch chahiye:
Paise.
Power.
Control.
Aur ek nayi duniya.
Mujhe chhod dijiye handle karne ke liye..."
MLA Ranjit Reddy ne apne bete ki aankhon mein
woh dangerous sparkle dekhi thi
aur bina kuch aur pooche haan kar di thi.
Jolly ne sab arrange kiya —
hidden plantation shoot,
Srivalli ka full slow strip tease aur wild fuck session ka live feed,
aur Mr. Richard Davis jaise hungry billionaire ko invite karna
ek "private entertainment session" ke liye.

Aur jab Mr. Davis ne
Srivalli ko nangi, vulnerable, trembling, dripping hot form mein dekha,
toh woh literally apni seat pe lean kar gaya —
ek hungry predator jaise.
Jolly ne apni pocket mein apna phone dabaya,
aur ek wicked victorious smile diya:
"Bas kuch din aur...
aur Srivalli meri sabse badi chaabi banegi.
Uski body...
Uski rooh...
Sab kuch meri game ka hissa hai."
Woh jaanta tha:
Srivalli ab tak samajh bhi nahi paayi thi
ki woh sirf ek forbidden lover nahi bani —
balki ab ek priceless commodity thi
jise Jolly duniya ke sabse powerful logon ke saamne auction karne ja raha tha.
Aur sab kuch
uske apne sweet, possessive "pyaar" ke naam par.

[sushilt20]

Awesome update

[Shabaz123]

Zabardast bohot hi hot awesome update diya bhai...bro srivalli ko aage gande gande task or game khelwana ..or srivalli ko bhi mazburi me sab kar na pade.... story bohot hi sahi ja rahi he....

[Yash121]

Outstanding update

[Joker44]

Jolly ek posh hotel ke VIP lounge mein suit pehne baithe hue hai,
samne American businessman Dave —
tall, confident, cold blue aankhon wala,
uski aankhon mein ek hi junoon — Srivalli.
Dave ne meeting shuru hote hi direct point pe aakar kaha:
“Mr. Jolly, I saw the girl. She’s exactly what I want. The deal is yours—steel, logistics, cash, whatever you need. But… I have one last condition.”
Jolly ne confident smile ke saath whisky ka sip liya,
andar hi andar uske aankhon mein ek dark game chal raha tha.
“Bolo Dave, kya chahiye?”
Dave ne forward hote hue bola:
“I want to meet her. In person. Face to face. Only then I’ll sign and wire the advance. After that, you’ll have two months to fully deliver. Samjha?”
Jolly ne ek second socha,
phir thoda possessive sa mask laga ke bola:
“Woh meri responsibility hai. You’ll get your ‘meeting’—
but only on my terms.
You sign, you pay,
and then you see her.
Uske baad two months mein main poora promise pura kar dunga.”
Dave ki aankhon mein aur hunger aagayi.
Usne contract ke papers table pe slide kiye.
“Get it done, Jolly. And remember—I want her badly. Don’t play games with me.”
Jolly ne papers sign kiye,
andar se victorious smile dabate hue:
“Game toh ab shuru hua hai, Dave. Srivalli sirf commodity nahi,
woh meri sabse badi chaabi hai…”

Dave ab almost obsession ki line cross kar chuka hai,
aur Jolly ka dangerous forbidden plan set ho chuka hai—
Srivalli ab sirf ek biwi ya forbidden lover nahi rahi,
balki ek million-dollar business ka 'centerpiece' ban chuki hai.


Pushpa subah ghar ke baahar varandah mein chai pee raha tha. Srivalli andar kitchen mein breakfast bana rahi thi, ghar ke hawa mein ek shaant sa sukoon tha, lekin Pushpa ke dimaag mein hamesha ki tarah naye business ke plan chal rahe the.
Usi waqt Jolly ki gaadi gate pe ruki. Pushpa ne muskura kar uska welcome kiya, “Arre, Jolly! Subah subah kya kaam pad gaya bhai?”
Jolly confident steps mein andar aaya, aankhon mein hammesha wala business wala sparkle, par is baar uske tone mein thoda aur urgency thi.
“Pushpa, ek mast opportunity hai. Ek American aadmi Dave – bahut bada business tycoon hai – India aaya hai. Usko chandan ki wood chahiye, aur tu jaanta hai na, yahan ke connections sirf tere paas hain. Maine bola, ‘Pushpa bhai se mil lo, asli maal wahi dila sakte hain.’ Usne bola personal meeting chahiye, tere ghar pe. Is that fine?”
Pushpa ne aankh mein excitement le aaya, “Arey, bindaas le aa. Aaj raat dinner pe bula le, baat kar lenge. Tere liye bhi fayda, mere liye bhi. Par tu bata, banda safe toh hai na?”
Jolly ne haath jod ke assurance diya, “Bilkul safe hai. Big money, Pushpa! Aur yeh koi random aadmi nahi, lakhon ka maal lega ek hi order mein. Maine use aaj raat ka invite diya hai. Srivalli se bhi milwana hai usko—she’s the grace of the house, and videshi log hamari family values dekhna chahte hain.”
Pushpa ne hass ke bola, “Hamari Srivalli? Arey, vo toh is ghar ki shaan hai! Dave ko dekhna hai toh family dinner mein milwa lenge. Achha hi hai – family touch padta hai, dosti bhi gehri hoti hai. Par Jolly, seedha seedha kaam kar, koi gadbad na ho.”
Jolly ki aankhon mein chhupi hui shaitani chamak ek second ke liye dikhi, par vo turant professional smile mein convert ho gayi.
“Tu tension mat le, Pushpa. Main sab manage kar lunga. Aur Dave ko bhi bata diya hai—‘aaj raat full Indian welcome, ghar ki asli izzat dekhni hai toh Pushpa bhai ke yahan aa.’ Ab vo pura excited hai, abhi message bhi aaya, ‘Can’t wait to see the real Indian family tonight, Jolly!’”
Pushpa ne Jolly ke kandhe pe haath maara, “Bhai, tu toh asli jugadu hai. Dinner mast banega, business bhi banega!”
Andar Srivalli ne chhupke se ye sab suna, uska dil ek second ke liye rukh gaya. Usse abhi tak nahi pata tha ki aaj raat uska sabse badi testing hone wali hai—us ghar ki izzat, uske khud ke rishte, aur Jolly ki chhupi game.
Ghar mein aaj ek ajeeb si excitement thi. Pushpa business, Jolly apni deal, Dave apni impossible khwahish, aur Srivalli apne secret guilt aur thrill ke saath...
Sab kuch sirf ek family dinner ke naam pe shuru ho raha tha.

Srivalli kitchen se nikal ke hall mein aayi, haar pehne, ek soft cotton saree mein, uska chehra halka tired par aankhon mein woh roshni thi jo sirf ghar ki real bahu mein hoti hai. Baal neatly bandhe hue, mangalsutra gale mein chamak raha tha, aur uski aankhon mein ek gentle, shy smile thi.
Jolly sofe par Pushpa ke saamne baitha hua tha, lekin Srivalli jaise hi saamne aayi, uski aankhon ne Srivalli ke har detail ko soak kar liya. Srivalli ki slim kamar, seedha pallu, blouse ke andar ka soft curve, collarbone ke upar ka mangalsutra, sab kuch ek second mein scan kar liya usne. Jolly ke lips pe ek barely-there smile aayi, par aankhon mein purana wild hunger chamak utha.
Srivalli ne normal family style mein, “Namaste Jolly bhaiya,” bola, Pushpa ke saamne ek sweet bhabhi wali smile ke saath. Jolly ne bhi formal tarike se, “Namaste Srivalli ji, kaise ho? Pushpa bhai ka khayal rakhna mushkil toh nahi ho raha?” bol ke thoda friendly tease bhi kar diya.
Pushpa ne mazaak mein Jolly ko elbow mara, “Isko mushkil kya? Iske haath ka khana khayega Dave bhi pagal ho jayega! Sun Srivalli, aaj ek bada guest aa raha hai, videshi hai, ghar ki izzat hai. Achha sa khaana bana, ghar ko decorate bhi karna, thoda alag touch la. Aaj dinner pe family ka asli rang dikhana hai.”
Srivalli ne thoda sharmate hue “Theek hai, Pushpa ji. Aap befikar rahiye, sab sambhal jaayega.” Uske tone mein responsibility aur ek nayi tension thi.
Jab woh kitchen se chai leke aayi, table ke paas jhuki, tab Jolly ne apne lips ke bilkul kareeb se uske kaan mein ek soft husky whisper kiya, “Aaj kuch sexy pehenna… elegant bhi ho, par thoda wild. Mere liye, Srivalli.”
Srivalli ka chehra shock mein ek second ke liye freeze ho gaya. Uske haath ke cup hil gaye, par usne control kar liya. Pushpa ab bhi newspaper padh raha tha, usne kuch notice nahi kiya. Srivalli ne ek nazar Jolly ke aankhon mein dali —
voh old wildness aur naya game dono ek saath chamak rahe the.
Srivalli ne slow, invisible sa nod diya. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha — voh samajh gayi, aaj raat sirf ek dinner nahi, Jolly ki fantasy ka bhi test hai.
Jolly ki aankhon mein ek victorious, dirty glint aa gayi,
Srivalli ke andar thrill aur dar ka perfect milan ho chuka tha.

Srivalli thodi der baad kitchen mein chali gayi, par uska dimaag abhi bhi Jolly ke whispered words mein atka hua tha. Woh masale nikalte nikalte apne wardrobe ke baare mein sochne lagi—kaunsa saree pehne jo “sexy but elegant” ho? Woh samajh gayi thi ki aaj raat Jolly usse kuch naya expect kar raha hai.
Usne kitchen ke kaam ke beech ek pal ke liye ruk kar, bathroom ka excuse banaya, aur apne room mein gayi. Wardrobe khola, ek-ek saree ko haath lagaya.
Kuch seconds ke liye blush karte hue apne aap se socha,
"Yeh sab main kar kyun rahi hoon? Par… mujhe bhi thrill lag raha hai…"
Aakhir usne ek wine red georgette saree nikali—thin fabric, light shine, jab light pade to poora figure dikhe, aur blouse deep cut wala, elegant golden border ke saath. Saree ko mirror ke saamne shoulder pe daal ke dekha, aur apni cleavage par gaze ruk gayi. Mangalsutra uske deep neckline pe hil raha tha. Usne khud pe halki si muskurahat di.


Wapas kitchen aayi, kaam sambhalne lagi, par andar excitement aur nervousness ka combination tha. Woh khana banate banate apni aankhon ke kone se drawing room ki taraf dekhti, jahan Jolly casually Pushpa se business baat kar raha tha, lekin beech beech mein aankhon se usko hi undress karta ja raha tha.
Dopahar bhar ghar ki sajavat mein lag gayi—flowers arrange kiye, table pe nayi plates set ki, soft yellow lights lagayi, aur dining hall ke ek kone mein scented candles rakh diye. Sab kuch classy tha, par usme ek sensual touch tha—jo ek videshi guest ko impress bhi kare aur Jolly ke hidden fantasy ko ignite bhi kare.
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Shaam hote hi Srivalli ready ho gayi,
wine red saree mein, pallu ek side slip karta hua,
deep cut blouse, collarbone pe shining mangalsutra,
lips pe light red lipstick, aankhon mein kajal ka bold line.
Jolly ne drawing room mein Srivalli ko pehli nazar mein dekha toh
uski aankhon mein ek second ke liye possessive wild fire aa gayi.
Pushpa ne bhi dekha, “Waah, Srivalli! Aaj toh sach mein alag chamak rahi ho! Dave dekhte hi fan ho jayega!”
Srivalli ne pyaar se smile ki, par andar se uske sharir mein electricity jaise waves daud rahi thi.
Jolly ke aankhon ne usko ek aise tareeke se strip kiya jaise abhi usko sabke saamne hi le lega.
Kitchen jaate jaate Srivalli ne ek baar Jolly ki taraf dekha,
aur usne aankhon hi aankhon mein signal diya—
aaj raat sirf dinner nahi, ek naya forbidden game bhi hai.
Doorbell bajti hai. Dave aa gaya.
Sabhi apni jagah sambhalte hain.
Srivalli ek hostess ki tarah poised, confident,
par andar se ek ajeeb si jalti hui aag lekar guest ke welcome ke liye ready hai.

Dave apni patni ke saath Pushpa ke ghar ke drawing room mein enter hua—tall, broad-shouldered, perfectly groomed, piercing blue eyes, tailored charcoal suit, har step mein ek dominating confidence. Dave ki wife Emily uske saath thi—mid-thirties, fair flawless skin, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, blonde hair perfectly curled and left open, slender neck pe delicate diamond pendant, body pe a sleek navy blue designer dress jo uska figure aur curves highlight kar rahi thi.
Uska posture straight, shoulders confident, poore European grace ke saath, par aankhon mein thoda reserved, thoda mysterious expression.


Jolly ne aage badh kar warmly welcome kiya,
“Dave, welcome to our home! Meet Pushpa bhai and his lovely family.”
Pushpa ne hearty handshake diya,
“Namaste! Please aaiye, ghar samjhiye. Aap dono ka swagat hai.”
Emily ne soft accent ke saath namaste kiya, smile di—uski aankhon mein gentle warmth thi, lekin pehli nazar mein har kisi ko uska international charm feel hota tha.
Us moment pe hallway ke ek kone se Srivalli slow walk karti hui saamne aayi—
wine red saree, pallu thoda loose, deep neckline pe mangalsutra hil raha tha,
uski aankhen downcast but graceful, ek haath mein welcome tray, dusra pallu sambhalte hue, body ka har curve poori elegance ke saath highlight ho raha tha.
Dave ki nazar Srivalli pe jaate hi ek pal ko freeze ho gayi—usne Emily ki beauty dekhi thi,
par Srivalli mein kuch aur hi purity, ek desi exotic attraction thi.
Wo apne lips ke paas low voice mein Jolly ke kaan me growl jaisa bola,
"She is... breathtaking. In real. Much more than your video. You promised me a show, Jolly. I hope you deliver."
Jolly ne side glance mein usko calm, possessive smirk ke saath reply diya,
“Relax, Dave. Bas abhi shuruwaat hai.”
Emily ne Srivalli ko dekha—
uski aankhon mein thodi curiosity thi,
ek ladki dusri ladki ko judge karte hue,
par respect bhi—Srivalli ki natural Indian grace ko Emily ne notice kiya.
Aaj Emily khud western glamour thi—her slim waist, toned arms, subtle curves jo dress mein ubhar ke aa rahe the,
par Srivalli ki sharmili simplicity aur saree ka charm
drawing room mein ek alag hi aura laa raha tha.
Srivalli ne aankhon ke kone se Jolly ko dekha,
Jolly ne aankhon mein ek raw, silent signal diya—“Remember why you dressed like this.”
Srivalli ne nervous si aankhon se ek pal ke liye Dave ko dekha,
phir Emily ki taraf bhi,
aur bas ek gentle smile dekar aage badh gayi—andar ek ajeeb si fire aur dar ka mix tha.
Dave formally host ke saath mingle kar raha tha—
Pushpa se business, Emily bhi politely Srivalli se traditional food, Indian culture ke baare mein puch rahi thi.
Emily ki English accent, uski calm soft tone, aur blue eyes mein chhupa confidence—uske har movement mein ek sophisticated sensuality thi.
Pushpa poora Indian host ban gaya, loud laughter, “Aapko hamara ghar ka khana pasand aayega, Dave! Srivalli ki haath ki roti, ek baar try karoge toh bhool nahi paoge!”
Dave ke sharp glances bar bar Srivalli pe ja rahe the—
her slim kamar, saree ke pallu ke niche ka subtle curve,
neckline ke mangalsutra ke beech ki skin.
Wo Srivalli ko detail mein scan karta jaa raha tha.
Emily quietly table pe, ek classy hostess ki tarah baithi thi—
uski bare arms, elegant collarbone, dress ke andar ka soft silhouette,
har ek Indian guest ko attract karta tha—lekin aaj Dave ki aankhen sirf Srivalli par tiki thi.
Srivalli chhup chhup ke Jolly ko dekhti,
phir Dave ko serve karti,
har plate table pe rakhte waqt Dave ki aankhon ki hunger ko feel karti thi.
Emily bhi notice kar rahi thi ki Dave Srivalli ko unusual attention de raha hai,
lekin usne kuch nahi kaha—ek silent, soft smile ke saath dinner enjoy karti rahi.
Jolly bhi guest ban ke baitha tha,
andar se maza le raha tha—
Dave ki aankhon ka junoon,
Srivalli ki nervous thrill,
Emily ka subtle jealousy aur poori family ke saamne chal raha yeh hidden forbidden game.
Emily ke liye yeh dinner ek awkward curiosity tha,
par Dave ka mind ab sirf ek cheez par focus tha:
“Yeh Indian woman… pure, sexy, graceful—tonight, I want her close. Let’s see how far Jolly takes his promise.”
Dave ke har smile ke peeche sirf Srivalli thi,
aur Srivalli apni poori family ki izzat ka mask pehne,
andar se bas ek cheez feel kar rahi thi:
Aaj raat ka game kisi aur level pe jaa raha hai…






Dinner ke baad, sab drawing room mein chai pe rahe the. Dave ne politely Pushpa aur uski family ko thank you bola, aur phir Jolly ko side mein le gaya. Pushpa unhe gate tak chhodne aaya, lekin Dave clearly Jolly se private baat karna chahta tha.
Bahaar, Jolly ki luxury SUV ke andar, Dave ne contract papers nikaale—ek signature ki line chhod di thi. Jolly ne saare documents ko dubara check kiya, Dave ko confident look diya, aur Dave ne pen nikal kar finally contract sign kar diya.
Deal officially done thi, lekin Dave ki aankhon mein ab sirf ek cheez thi—Srivalli.
Dave ne whisky ka sip liya aur Jolly ki taraf halki si cynical smile ke saath bola,
"Listen Jolly, I don’t care about the wood or Pushpa’s connections. I want her. That woman, Srivalli. She’s not just beautiful, she’s got that pure Indian wife aura… dangerous, powerful, rare."
Jolly ne neutral face banaya, lekin andar se uski aankhon mein ek game chal raha tha.
Dave ne apne chair mein back lean karte hue,
"But you tell me, how the hell are you going to make her mine? She looks like the wife of a damn powerful man, not a cheap hostess. If Pushpa finds out, he’ll probably burn us both. Is she really under your control? Or you just showing off?"
Jolly ne slow smirk diya,
"Leave that to me, Dave. Tum sirf apne patience ko 2 mahine control karo. Srivalli pe kisi ka naam nahi chalega, aakhir main hi sab kuch handle karta hoon. Tumne deal sign ki, main apni baat poori karunga."
Dave thoda impatient aur dirty ho gaya,
"Jolly, listen, if I don’t get her in two months—exactly how I want, with no drama—this entire deal is dead, finished, forever. You know how to contact me. And don’t test my patience."
Jolly ne Dave ki aankhon mein directly dekha,
"Relax, Dave. Jab tak tu India mein hai, yahan ki raani banane ka haq mera hai. Tu sirf agle step ka intezaar kar. Srivalli kisi bhi price pe teri plate mein aa jayegi—uski kasam."
Dave ne ek hungry, dangerous laugh diya,
phir apne driver ko signal diya—
gaadi main road pe nikal gayi.
Jolly ne khud ko rear-view mirror mein dekha,
andar hi andar whisper kiya:
"Game on, Srivalli... ab dekho tum kitni door jaa sakti ho."

Dave ki SUV abhi parking mein hi thi. Jolly ne ek last sip apni whisky ka liya, aur Dave ki taraf half-smirk ke saath palat kar bola,
"Dave, ek cheez aur. Your wife... she’s quite a sight herself. Tumhe Srivalli chahiye, mujhe ek raat uske saath—your wife—chahiye.
Dave ek second ke liye chup raha, phir uski aankhon mein dangerous thrill chamak uthi. Usne apni wife ki taraf dekha—
uska naam Emily tha, mid-thirties, tall, fair skin, blonde hair, elegant body, sharp features, perfectly fitted blue satin dress, high heels—poori trophy wife look.
Uske chehre pe Paris ki elegance thi, par aankhon mein thoda boredom, thoda submission.
Dave ne bina kisi hesitation ke, ek soft dirty grin ke saath Emily ke haath ko pakda,
aur usse Jolly ki taraf pull kar diya,
literally Jolly ki lap mein usse bitha diya.
Emily shock ho gayi, par Dave ki aankhon mein woh familiar authority dekhkar,
sirf aankhen jhuka ke Jolly ki lap mein, uske chest se lag gayi.
Dave ne whisky ka glass hawa mein ghumate hue
dirty tone mein bola,
"That’s your half of the bargain, Jolly. You get one night with Emily…
but don’t forget, I want Srivalli—my way, no limits, just like you’re about to have yours."
Jolly ne Emily ki waist par haath rakha,
uski perfume ki fragrance enjoy ki,
aur Dave ko aankhon se ek possessive, wild promise diya.
Emily ne thoda awkward smile diya,
lekin Dave ki aankhon mein warning aur Jolly ke touch mein danger,
usne apne aap ko completely surrender kar diya.
Dave gaadi se utar ke door band karte hue
andar hi andar whisper kiya—
"Let the games begin."


Jolly ne Emily ko apni lap par bitha kar ek second ke liye aankhon mein uski poori body ko absorb kiya. Emily abhi bhi thoda hesitate kar rahi thi, lekin Jolly ke possessive touch aur Dave ke cold approval ne usko poori tarah surrender karwa diya.
Jolly ne bina kisi warning ke apna haath Emily ke smooth bare back par slide kiya, uski neckline se thoda niche,
aur doosre haath se uske golden baal ko halkasa kheech ke apni taraf moond liya.
Usne apni aankhen Emily ke lips par fix ki,
aur phir full hungry, raw passion ke saath
Emily ke lips par mooh rakh diya—deep, wild, possessive kiss.
Emily ne pehle aankhen bandh karli,
fir Jolly ki wild hunger ke saamne apni lips khol di.
Jolly ne uske lips ko apne mouth mein puri tarah claim karte hue,
kabhi soft suck, kabhi deep tongue play,
kabhi Emily ke lower lip ko bite karta,
poora public place mein apna haq jatane laga.
Emily ka sharir dheere dheere melt hone laga,
uski breath heavy hone lagi,
aur Jolly ke haath ab uski bare thigh tak reach kar chuke the.
Jolly ne ek second ke liye Emily ki aankhon mein dekha—
pure domination, full wildness,
aur phir phir uske lips ko dobara amooch kiya,
is baar aur bhi deep, aur bhi hungry,
jaise wo abhi usi moment mein sab kuch lena chahta ho.
Emily ab sirf Jolly ki baahon mein thi,
Dave satisfaction se peeche baitha tha,
aur SUV ke andar forbidden lust aur dangerous thrill ki khamosh aag jal rahi thi.
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Jolly ne Emily ko apni baahon mein kas ke pakda,
uski blue satin dress ke straps dheere se uske kandhe se slide kar diye.
Emily ke bare shoulders chamak rahe the soft car light mein,
aur Jolly ki aankhon mein wild possession aa gayi thi.
Usne Emily ke golden baal ko thoda tight pakad kar kheech liya,
jisse Emily ke lips se ek halki gasp aur moan nikal gayi,
“Ahh… Jolly…”
uski awaaz mein sharm aur naya thrill tha.
Dress dheere-dheere Emily ke sharir se nikal gayi,
ab wo sirf soft satin bra aur matching panties mein thi—
uska slim, toned body, fair skin, high firm breasts,
aur pink nipples almost transparent bra ke through clearly visible.
Jolly ne bina time waste kiye
Emily ke bra ke upar se uske nipple ko lips mein le liya,
warm mouth se deep suck karte hue,
kabhi tongue se tease karta, kabhi teeth se halka nibble karta.
Emily ke mooh se ab aur bhi wild sounds nikalne lage:
“Oh… yes… mmmh…”
Jolly ne uske dusre breast ko haath mein le kar squeeze kiya,
aur alternating lips, tongue aur mouth se
Emily ke dono nipples ko hard kar diya—
public SUV ke andar ab sirf uske moans aur Jolly ke possessive wild kisses ki awaaz gunj rahi thi.

Jolly ka haath dheere dheere Emily ki bare smooth thighs se upar slide hota hua
uski satin panties ke upar ruk gaya.
Emily ka sharir ab pura heat mein tha,
uski saans tez ho rahi thi,
lips parted, eyes half closed.
Jolly ne soft tease ke saath
panties ke upar se Emily ki soft mound ko press kiya,
aur feel kiya ki wo already warm aur damp ho chuki thi.
Phir usne panties ko side slide kiya—
Emily ki chut fair pink thi, bilkul soft skin,
thoda sa trimmed, lekin mostly bare,
aur folds ke beech already wetness chamak rahi thi.
Jolly ne apni ungli se dheere se
Emily ki slit ke beech touch kiya,
aur phir halka sa pressure dalte hi
uski finger easily andar chali gayi—
andar sab kuch slippery, warm, tight tha.
Emily ke mooh se raw moaning nikalne lagi:
“Ohh… god… Jolly… don’t stop… mmmh… aaah…”
Car ke andar sirf Emily ki breathless whimpers,
aur Jolly ke finger ke slow, wet strokes ki halki slip sound gunj rahi thi.
Jolly ne apni ungli ko deep karke
dheere dheere circular motion start kiya,
aur thumb se uski clit ko soft rub karne laga.
Emily ki kamar hilne lagi,
aur uske moans ab aur bhi heavy ho gaye:
“Yess… more… oh god… Jolly…!”
Car ka glass ab thoda foggy hone laga,
andar sirf Emily ke loud, desperate moans,
aur Jolly ki wild, controlled finger fucking ki sound gungunane lagi.

Emily ki body ab pura control khod chuki thi. Jolly ki skilled finger ki pace badh gayi,
aur kuch hi moments mein Emily ki kamar tez hilne lagi,
uski chut se garam wetness Jolly ke haath par spread ho gayi.
Emily ne aankhen band kar ke ek raw, high-pitched moan nikala—
“Ohhh… Jolly… I’m cumming… ahhh…!”
Uska sharir tharthara gaya,
aur uske soft pink folds se warm cum Jolly ki fingers ko soak kar gaya.
Bina koi break liye,
Emily ne still panting, Jolly ka belt khola,
aur uska lund out nikal liya.
Uski aankhon mein naughty smile thi—
typical American boldness ke saath usne Jolly ke lund ko apne soft hands mein pakda,
aur ek second ke liye tip ko lips pe tease kiya.
Fir Emily ne apna mouth khola,
Jolly ke thick lund ko pura lips ke beech le liya,
deep throat karte hue slow, strong sucks dene lagi.
Kabhi tongue se head ke around circles banati,
kabhi shaft ko hand se grip karke slow stroking karti.
Jolly ne head back kar ke ek heavy groan nikala,

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“Damn… you Americans really know how to suck…”
Car ke andar ab sirf wet sucking sounds,
Emily ke lips ki sloppy moans,
aur Jolly ka controlled heavy breathing gunj raha tha.
Jolly Emily ke bold style ka poora maza le raha tha—
her tongue, her lips, her deep hungry sucking—
sab kuch uske liye forbidden wild pleasure ban gaya tha.
Jolly ne Emily ko apni lap se uthakar, uski kamar pakad ke gently apne upar khinch liya. Emily ab bilkul naked, breathless thi, aur uski aankhon mein sirf wild lust tha. Jolly ne apna hard, wet lund uski slit ke entrance pe rakha,
aur Emily ne khud apni chut par guide karke dheere se poora lund andar le liya.
“Ohhh… fu— Jolly…!”
Emily ke mooh se broken moan nikal gayi,
aur uska sharir pure wild energy mein tharthara utha.
Jolly ne Emily ke hips tight pakad liye,
aur Emily ne apne haath uske shoulders par rakh kar
full wild rhythm mein ride start kar di—
jaise ek untamed wild horse.
SUV ki windows fog ho gayi thi,
Emily ke hips up-down slam ho rahe the Jolly ke lund par,
uski wild moaning aur slapping sounds
car ke bahar tak sunayi de rahi thi:
“Ahh! Oh yes! Mmm… Jolly! Harder! Yes!”
Jolly bhi ab pura lost ho gaya tha,
Emily ke tight wet grip,
her bouncing tits, aur uski American-style wild riding
sab kuch SUV ko literally shake kar raha tha.
SUV ka pura body frame hil raha tha,
Emily ki loud cries aur thudding noises
bahar khade Dave ke kaan tak pahunch rahi thi.
Dave ek half-smile ke saath
SUV ke side pe khada,
andar ki har forbidden aawaaz sun raha tha—
uski aankhon mein dangerous satisfaction aur thrill mil gaya tha.
Emily ab poori tarah Jolly ko ride kar rahi thi—
her head thrown back, hair flying,
aur SUV ke andar ab sirf
wild sex ki heat, heavy moans,
aur desperate animalistic energy gunj rahi thi.




Jolly ne Emily ko seat par seedha lita diya, uske legs apne kandhon par rakh liye. Emily ab poori tarah spread thi, body sweaty aur trembling, saans tez. Uske nipples ab bhi hard the, chehra pleasure mein hil raha tha—wo already do baar climax kar chuki thi, lekin Jolly ke lund ki wild demand abhi bhi khatam nahi hui thi.
Jolly ne apne hips aur close kiye,
apni grip Emily ke hips par tight ki,
aur poore raw, dominant style mein
apne lund ko uski chut mein hard thokne laga—
full speed, full power.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
Car ke andar wild fucking ki aavaj goonj rahi thi,
Emily ke mooh se uncontrollable moans nikal rahe the:
“Ohhh... Jolly... please... more... mmmh... oh god!”
Jolly ki saans ab fast ho gayi thi,
uski speed aur tez ho gayi,
aur Emily ab sirf wild pleasure mein hilti ja rahi thi—
uska sharir control se bahar,
Jolly ka lund uske deepest tak jaa raha tha.
Finally, Jolly ne apni body Emily par aur jhuka di,
ek last, wildest thrust ke sath
apne lund ko Emily ki chut ke andar
pura deep push kiya
aur sara garam load uske andar release kar diya.
“Ahhh... take it all...!”
Uske thick, hot cum ka flood
Emily ke andar fill ho gaya,
uske sharir mein halki si shiver aa gayi,
aur Jolly ka lund ab bhi andar deep throb kar raha tha.
Emily exhausted, breathless, aur satisfied thi—
SUV ke andar ab sirf
sweaty bodies, heavy breathing
aur forbidden pleasure ki raw energy bachi thi.




Emily apne kapde jaldi jaldi pehn rahi thi, thoda shaky aur hair messy, lips swollen, aankhon mein abhi bhi wild pleasure ka glow. Jolly ne last button band kiya aur SUV ke door khol ke bahar aaya, Dave ki taraf dekh kar ek victorious, dirty smile di.
“Mazaa aa gaya, Dave. Your wife is something else…”
Dave ne whisky ka glass ghumate hue casual smile diya,
“I can tell from the sounds, Jolly. Hope she gave you a good ride.”
Emily bhi thoda blush aur awkward expression ke saath SUV se utar kar apne dress fix karte hue bahar aayi. Dave ne uski aankhon mein dekha, possessive smile ke saath uske lips par ek short, rough kiss diya,
phir gently usko Jolly ki taraf dhakel diya.
Jolly ne bina kuch bole Emily ki kamar pakad li,
uske body ko apne strong arms mein press kar diya. Emily ne confusion aur shock ke mixture ke saath pehle Dave ko, phir Jolly ko dekha.
Dave ne apne aankhon mein cold, commanding expression ke saath bola:
“Enjoy her for the next two months, Jolly. Uske baad mujhe meri Indian goddess chahiye, samjha? For now… send some more Indian girls to my suite, keep me entertained.”
Emily ek second ke liye shock ho gayi, uski aankhen widened,
usne Dave ko disbelief ke saath dekha,
lekin Dave ne bas back seat pe baithte hue signal kiya—yeh deal ka part hai.
Jolly hans pada,
usne Emily ke lips par ek bold kiss chhipka di,
phir usko seedha apni baahon mein utha liya. Emily ab bhi confused thi,
lekin Jolly ki possessive energy ke aage surrender kar gayi.
Jolly Emily ko utha kar dobara SUV mein le gaya,
SUV ka door band hua,
andar sirf Emily ki thodi heavy breath aur Jolly ka dark victorious laughter gunj raha tha.
Bahar Dave ne ek baar aur Jolly ki taraf dekha—forbidden game ab full power pe shuru ho chuka tha.

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Night had fully set in as the luxury car rolled through Jolly’s grand mansion gates, headlights slicing through the darkness. Backseat mein Emily abhi bhi thoda disoriented thi, poore raaste Jolly uske lips ko possessive hunger ke saath smooch karta raha—kabhi uske neck pe bites, kabhi deep kisses, kabhi Dave bhi side se Emily ke lips ya collarbone pe ek do bold kisses kar deta. Emily ne bas aankhen band kar li, apni body dono ke beech surrender kar di.
Mansion ke huge porch pe gaadi rukti hai. Jolly ne Emily ka haath kas ke pakda,
Dave ne SUV ka door open kiya,
Emily poora scene samajhne ki koshish kar rahi thi—thodi awkward, thodi lost, lips red and slightly swollen, messy hair, dress ka pallu shoulder se slip hota hua.
Emily ne Dave ki taraf dekha,
softly bola, “Where are our daughters? I want to see them.”
Jolly ne almost tease karte hue smile di,
“Don’t worry, Emily. They’re in the upper room—safe and sound. This is my mansion, sab kuch secure hai.”
Dave ne casually, ek half-grin ke saath bola,
“I’ll check on them tonight. Go on, enjoy. And Emily, be a good guest.”
Jolly ne Emily ko drag kar liya, uski kamar pe tight grip ke saath sidha mansion ke andar, marble staircase se seedha bedroom ki taraf.
Dave lobby mein mud ke apne phone pe kuch check kar raha tha.
Usne Jolly ko side se smile diya,
“Maine bola na—make her feel home. I’ll handle the girls and… I heard you have some Indian beauties waiting for me tonight?”
Jolly ne sirf aankhon se signal diya,
“Room mein sab ready hai, Dave. Tere liye ek special surprise. Ab main apne guest ko handle karta hoon…”
Dave sidha dusre wing ki taraf chala gaya,
jahaan uske liye do young, elegant Indian girls already ready thi—poore Indian saree look mein, shy smiles ke saath.



Jolly bedroom tak Emily ko kheench laya,
Emily ne ek baar phir softly bola,
“Jolly, I’m tired… please, thoda rest?”
Jolly ne Emily ko bed pe dhakel diya,
uske dono legs spread kiye,
“No, sweetheart, aaj raat poori meri hai. You’re not here to rest.”
Emily thoda protest karne lagi, par Jolly ne uski protests ko lips pe kiss kar ke chupa diya,
aur apne lund ko nikal ke uski panties side kar di.
Emily ke mooh se halki helpless whimpers nikalne lagi,
lekin uski body slowly surrender kar rahi thi Jolly ke aggressive moves ke saamne.
Jolly ne apne lund ko Emily ki tight, wet chut mein push kiya,
aur rough, deep thrusts shuru kiye.
Bed ki sheets crumple ho gayi,
Emily ki aankhen band, moaning, kamar uthti ja rahi thi.
Room mein bas slap, moans aur wild thrusts ki awaaz gunj rahi thi—
Emily ka sharir ab poora Jolly ke control mein tha.

Raat ko, Srivalli ki selfie milne se kuch pehle,
Jolly ka mood already wild ho chuka tha.
Emily thodi tired thi, lekin Jolly ne usko bilkul rest nahi diya.
Room ka dim light, silk bedsheets, Emily ki perfume ki meethi khushboo — sab kuch hawa mein uljha hua.
Jolly ne Emily ke bare shoulders pe soft kisses diye,
lekin uska touch jaldi hi rough ho gaya.
Usne Emily ki dress ke straps slide karke uski dress puri tarah remove kar di.
Emily ab bilkul naked thi, uske fair skin pe Jolly ki strong palm ka pressure feel ho raha tha.
Jolly ne uske legs ko thoda wide spread kar diya,
aur apne lund ko Emily ke wet slit pe rakha.
Emily ne halka resist kiya,
"Jolly, please, thoda slow... I am sore, thoda..."
par Jolly ab ek second bhi nahi rukne wala tha.
Usne apne haath se Emily ki thighs ko aur zyada open kiya,
aur apne thick lund ko ek hi jhatke mein deep andar ghusa diya.
Emily ke lips se shock ke saath ek broken moan nikal gayi:
"Ahhh... no, Jolly... please, it's too much..."
par Jolly ko sirf apna junoon dikh raha tha.
Usne apne hips ka rhythm build kiya—
deep, raw, wild thrusts,
har stroke ke saath Emily ke sharir ko bed pe aage dhakelta hua.
Emily pehle protest karti rahi,
lekin fir pleasure ke wave mein poori tarah dub gayi,
uski awaaz badal gayi:
"Ohh... oh god, yes! Deeper, Jolly...! Don’t stop… ahh… yes!"
Jolly ne uski baaton ka reply nahi diya,
bas apne wild mood mein uski chut ko hard fuck karta raha.
Emily ki moaning ab uncontrolled ho gayi thi—
kabhi scream, kabhi whimper,
sheets uske haath ke neeche twist hoti ja rahi thi.
Jolly uski body ko poora possess kar raha tha,
kabhi uski legs aur zyada wide karta,
kabhi uske nipples ko mouth se suck karta,
kabhi uska hair khinch kar uske lips ko chupta—
pure control mein, apne tareeke se.
Room mein raat bhar sirf Emily ke broken English moans,
wild bed ki creak,
aur Jolly ki animalistic grunts gunjti rahi,
jab tak dono exhausted, tangled,
aur forbidden pleasure mein kho nahi gaye.


Jolly abhi bhi Emily ko possessively fuck kar raha tha,
tabhi uske phone par vibration hua.
Screen pe Srivalli ka naam chamka.
Jolly ne ek hand free karke phone unlock kiya—
Srivalli ne ek bold saree selfie bheji thi—deep neckline, mangalsutra visible, eyes mein mischief,
pallu thoda slide ho ke cleavage dikh raha tha.
Jolly ki aankhon mein ek dark thrill aa gaya.
Usne us pic ko Dave ko forward kar diya,
aur message likha:
“Teri asli goddess. Soon.”
Dave ne dusre wing mein bed pe baithe, do Indian girls ke saath,
Srivalli ki selfie dekhi—uski aankhon mein pura lust ka tsunami aa gaya.
Jolly ne phone side pe rakh diya,
aur Emily ke mooh ko apni lips se band kar diya,
apni wild rhythm fir se start karte hue,
ek aur night of forbidden, raw, borderless pleasure mein doobte hue.

Subah mansion ke bedroom mein sunlight ke soft golden rays Jolly ke chehre par padte hai. Jolly aankh kholta hai, thodi der apni naked chest par Emily ki lipstick ka stain dekhta hai. Bed pe sheets ab bhi messy hain, perfume aur sweat ki scent abhi bhi hawa mein hai, lekin Emily wahan nahi dikh rahi.
Jolly stretch karke uthta hai, naked hi attached bathroom mein chala jata hai,
thanda shower leta hai, raat bhar ke wildness ko wash karta hai,
par uski aankhon mein ab bhi Emily ki wild surrender, uske lips, uski moans gunj rahi hai.
Towel se rub karta hua wapas aata hai bedroom mein—bed ab bhi thoda warm, par Emily gayab.
Jolly ne quickly pant pehni, shirt utha kar shoulders pe dali, aur seedha mansion ke breakfast hall ki taraf chala gaya.
Wahan hall mein Dave table ke head pe baitha hua, ek elegant robe mein,
do cute blonde bachche—Emily ki betiyan—mama-mama chillate uske paas daud ke ja rahe the.
Table pe continental breakfast laga tha—eggs, toast, fresh juice, sab kuch.
Emily wahan aati hai,
walk mein thoda awkwardness, inner thighs ab bhi sore, face pe ek tired but bright motherly smile.
Uski eyes mein fatigue, lips pe swollen redness,
par voh apni daughters ko dekhti hai toh ek second ke liye sari raat ki wildness dhoondh lete hai.
Dave ne Jolly ko dekh kar loud laugh kiya,
“So, Jolly, how was the night? Emily’s got some new marks I think. Must have been hard for her to walk down the stairs today!”
Emily sharm se aankhen jhuka ke husband ki side baithi,
Dave ne uske shoulders pakad ke uske lips pe ek proud, possessive kiss diya—
“That’s my girl. Hope you’re not too tired for the day?”
Jolly ne Emily ko side-eye se dekha,
ek wild grin ke saath,
“She’s a good ride, Dave. Bahut maza aaya, still not done with her—next month tak full enjoy karunga. Hope you don’t mind.”
Emily ki aankhon mein thoda shock, thoda helplessness, thoda submission tha,
par wo ab apni betiyon ko plate mein breakfast serve karte hue normal smile kar rahi thi,
aur Jolly ko ek secret glance diya—
uske aankhon mein last night ka full thrill abhi bhi flash kar raha tha.
Dave ne casual tone mein bola,
“Enjoy her, Jolly. She likes a bit of adventure, don’t you, Em?”
Emily ne thoda forced smile diya,
lekin uski aankhon mein ab bhi raat ka intensity, pleasure ka dard,
aur Jolly ki possession ka thrill chhupa tha.
Jolly ne apni black coffee sipp ki,
table ke kone se Emily ke bare thighs ko ek last hungry look diya—
ab bhi unpe last night ke red marks clear dikh rahe the.
Emily ne legs cross kiye, thoda khud ko compose kiya,
aur betiyon ko lap pe bitha kar soft motherly voice mein bola,
“Did you girls sleep well? Today we’ll go to the garden, hmm?”
Par ek pal ke liye
uske mind mein sirf Jolly ke wild haath, lips, aur raat bhar ki forbidden rawness gungun rahi thi—
aur Dave ka possessive grip uske neck pe ab bhi feel ho raha tha.
Breakfast table pe family ke saath ek normal morning chal rahi thi,
par har glance, har smile ke andar raat ki intensity ki secret aag palti ja rahi thi—
aur sabko pata tha, yeh game abhi khatam nahi hua.

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Dave apni business trip ke liye early morning mansion se nikal gaya, leaving Emily and their two daughters as Jolly’s “special guests” for the next few months. Emily ab officially Jolly ke territory mein thi, Dave ne khud Jolly ko signal de diya tha—“she’s yours, handle her.”
Late morning mein Emily apne daughters ke saath mansion ke porch par aayi—sundress pehni thi, thoda casual look, par lips ab bhi swollen, neck pe ek faint mark, aankhon mein thoda tired shine. Uski betiyan shoes pehn kar car ki taraf daudi, “Mumma, hurry! Let’s go shopping!” Emily unhe softly chilla ke boli, “Girls! Don’t run like that—slow down!”
Jolly door ke paas khada tha,
apni aankhon mein ek raw possessive look le kar,
Emily ko dekhta hua.
Usne dheere se aage badh ke
Emily ko car ke back pe press kar diya,
uske lips ke paas apna face la ke ek hard, sudden kiss diya—deep aur hungry.
Emily shock mein thi, halki si resist karne lagi,
“Jolly—stop! Kids dekh lenge!”
Lekin Jolly ne uski baat pe dhyan nahi diya,
uske lower lip pe ek wild bite diya,
phir uske kaan ke paas husky awaaz mein bola,
“You are mine for two months. Toh mujhse kabhi mat roko. Tonight… wild ride, sweetheart.”
Usne ek hand se Emily ki soft ass ko ek sharp slap diya—Emily ne aankh band karke halki si gasp ki,
aur Jolly uski aankhon mein dangerous smile ke saath khada raha.
Car ka driver horn bajata hai,
Emily awkwardly compose ho ke, betiyon ke sath car mein baith gayi—par aankhon mein ab ek alag hi fire thi.
Car nikalte hi Jolly ne apna phone nikala,
Srivalli ko message kiya:
“Missing you, jaan. Aaj mil sakte hain?”
Srivalli ne turant reply kiya:
“Haan, aaj shopping ke bahane mall aa jaungi. Pushpa bahar jaa raha hai. Bas koi private space dhoondh lena.”
Jolly ki aankhon mein wicked thrill chamak utha.
Usne Srivalli ka last sent selfie fir se dekhi—
aur apne lips pe victory ki smile ke saath,
aaj ke forbidden meet ka poora plan banana start kar diya.
Aaj raat: Emily ke liye wild ride.
Aaj din: Srivalli ka secret forbidden taste.
Jolly truly had the best of both worlds.



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[sushilt20]

Superb update

[arvind274]

Nice updates.bhai wo mirzapur wali story ka bhi update do

[Joker44]

Nice updates.bhai wo mirzapur wali story ka bhi update do

Hi Thanks, just uska new update diya hae ..baki updates bhi jldhi aayenge

[Shabaz123]

Superb mind blowing update bhai....bro srivalli se kuch aisa task karwao jisme jolly srivalli ko chote or sexy hot kapdo me puspa ke aadmiyo ke samne jaane ko kahe ...or jolly ke kehne pe srivalli apni sexy armpits se le ke apni clevage un sab ko dikhai ye...

[Shabaz123]

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