Adultery Ammi aur uncle

[Rumana]

It's really super duper hit and blockbuster story. Waiting for the next update.

[Horny Girl]

Best story writing

[Rana007]

Terrific and absolutely amazing story

[lucky222]

Thank you friends story ko pasand karne ke liye. Such bataun to Maine yeh expect nahi kiya tha ki itna acha response milega. But mujhe curiosity ho rahi hai- Story ka kaunsa part aap logon ko bahut pasand aa raha hai ? Anyway next update almost ready hai, complete hote hi post ho jaega.

[Uandeman]

Thank you friends story ko pasand karne ke liye. Such bataun to Maine yeh expect nahi kiya tha ki itna acha response milega. But mujhe curiosity ho rahi hai- Story ka kaunsa part aap logon ko bahut pasand aa raha hai ?  Anyway next update almost ready hai, complete hote hi post ho jaega.

Waiting

[lucky222]

Main wahin, seedhiyon ke paas, ek patthar ki moorat ban kar khada raha.

Bahar lawn mein dhol ki thaap, music ka shor aur logon ke buland qahqahe goonj rahe the. Lekin mere kaano mein, yeh saari aawazein jaise hazaaron meel door se aa rahi theen. Ek ghutan waali khamoshi ne mujhe jakad rakha tha.

Meri nigahein, ek chumbaki kashish ke saath, bheed ko kaat kar sirf Ammi par tik gayi. Rishtedaron aur login ka hujoom tha aur loud speaker par filmy gaanein baj rahe the. Charon aur khushi ka mahaul tha par pata nahi main kyon udas tha.

Ammi kaala sharara suit pahne Saima Khala aur do-teen doosri aurton ke beech khadi theen aur unke haath mein juice ka glass tha. Aur woh hans rahi theen aur baatein kar rahi theen.Har 'haha' ki awaaz mere seene par ek naye zakhm ki tarah lag rahi theen.

Woh Ek maa,Ek biwi aur Ek izzat daar aurat ki tarah bahut hi normal aur be fikr lag rahi theen. Lekin andar hi andar main jaanta tha ki yeh sab ek jhoot aur dhoka tha.

Unhone apne ek haath mein ek sunehra clutch pakda hua tha. Wahi clutch jismein unka phone tha. Aur wahi phone jismein ab 'Vishal' ka jawab aa chuka hoga.

'Mast…'
'Kaash main wahaan hota…..'
'Til…..,'

Mere dimaag mein uss haraam khor ke lafz goonj rahe the.

"Arey Sahil, yahan akele kyun khade ho?" Saima Khala ki doosri behen ne mere paas aate hue kaha. "Sab wahaan hain. Chalo."

Maine zabardasti apne chehre par ek muskurahat laane ki koshish ki. Ek aisi muskurahat jo mere honthon se aage nahi jaa saki.

"Jee... bas abhi aaya."

"Ammi ko dekha?" unhone Ammi ki taraf ishaara karte hue kaha. "Aaj toh bohot khubsurat lag rahi hain."

"Haan," main bas itna hi keh paaya. Meri zabaan mera saath nahi de rahi thi.
Woh aunty aage badh gayin, aur main wahu khada raha.

Ammi Saima aunty aur dusri aurton se hans hans kar baatein kar rahi theen lekin unki nazar baar baar bheed mein idhar udhar daud jaati thi…jaise kisi ko dhoondh rahi ho.

Phir, wahi hua jiska mujhe intezaar tha.
Unhone baaton baaton ke beech bade hi casual andaaz mein, apna clutch khola aur apne mobile ko check kiya. Fir Unhone fauran phone ko waapis andar rakha aur clutch band kar diya. Unhone Saima Khala se kuch kaha Aur palat kar bheed se nikal gayin. Woh ahista se lawn ke uss hisse ki taraf chalne lageen jahaan catering ke stalls lage hue the. Stalls ke peechhe roshni thodi kam thi aur logon ka aana-jaana bhi itna nahi tha.

Mere pairon ne khud-ba-khud harkat ki.
Main logon ke beech se raasta banata, unse thoda sa faasla rakhte hue, unke peechhe chal pada. Har qadam jo main utha raha tha, mere dil par ek bojh ban raha tha. Main yeh nahi karna chahta tha. Main bhaag jaana chahta tha. Lekin main ruk nahi saka. Mujhe janna tha. Mujhe poora sach dekhna tha.

Woh ek sajawati darakht (decorative tree) ke paas, andhere mein ruk gayin. Unhone idhar-udhar dekha. Main ek food stall ke peechhe chhup gaya.

Unhone phone nikaala. Screen ki roshni ne unke chehre ko ek pal ke liye neela kar diya.Aur phir... unhone phone ko apne kaan se laga liya.Woh kisise phone par baatein kar rahi theen.

Main thoda aur qareeb hua, itna ke unki awaaz ka halka sa, sarsaraata andaaz mujh tak pahunch sake.

"Hello..." unhone kaha. Awaaz mein ek ajeeb si khanak thi.

"Pagal ho," woh dheere se hanseen. "Abhi toh bheji... itni jaldi?"

Mera khoon jism mein jam gaya.

"Nahi, nahi…..abhi nahi…sab log hain yahaan...," unhone apni peeth bheed ki taraf karte hue kaha, taake unki awaaz saaf jaa sake.

"Achha... sach mein? ... Thank you."
Woh 'thank you' itna narm tha, itna... gehra tha. Yeh woh 'thank you' nahi tha jo rishtedaaron ko diya jaata hai.

"Tum bhi na..." woh phir se hanseen. "Bas ab rakhti hoon... koi aa na jaaye. Baad mein."

Unhone phone kaata. Ek lambi saans li. Apni aankhein band keen. Aur ek pal ke liye, unke chehre par sukoon wali muskurahat phail gayi.

Main tezi se palta. Isse pehle ke woh mujhe dekh leteen. Main waapis bheed ki taraf, roshni ki taraf bhaaga.

Mera gala bilkul sookh chuka tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise maine reigistaan mein meelon safar kiya ho. Main seedha juice counter ki taraf gaya.

"Bhaiya Kuch thanda de do... kuch bhi," maine counter waale se kaha.

Usne mujhe ek glass pakdaya. Mere haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the. Main poora glass ek hi saans mein gatak gaya. Thanda paani mere andar ki aag ko bujhaane ki nakaam koshish kar raha tha.

Glass ko counter par rakhte hue, maine ek lambi saans li aur nazrein utha kar bheed par daaleen.Yeh shaadi ke agle wali ek aam dawat thi, bilkul waisi hi jaisi hamesha hoti hai. Jaise ek rangeen, shor machaata hua samandar.

Har taraf mehmaan aur rishtedar ka hujoom tha.Aurtein apne behtareen jodon mein theen jaise rangon ka ek toofaan ho
tha. Badi umr ki daadiyon ne zyadatar saree pahni hui theen. Ladkiyan lehenge aur gharare mein thi aur Ammi ki umr ki aurton ne designer salwar suit ya abaya pahna hua tha. Mard zyadatar white kurte pajame mein the.

Hawa mein mehnge, mile-jule itr (perfumes) ki mehak thi, jo paas hi mein pakte hue kebabs aur biryani ki khushboo se takra rahi thi.

Saima Khala ke rishtedaar alag alag zund mein khade baatein aur thahake laga rahe the. Unke bhaari-bharkam sone ke set unke heavy designer kapadon par daulat aur maldaari ki numaish karte the. Unke qahqahe (laughter) buland the, unki baatein saaf sunaai de rahi theen-kisi ki nayi gaadi, kisi ki bahu ka naya joda, kisi ka yeh, kisi ka woh. Woh sab "show-off" kar rahi theen.

Doosri taraf, ladkiyon ka ek group tha. Jawaan, khilkhilaati hui. Unhone halke, fashionable lehenge pehne the. Woh sab ek saath jud kar group selfies le rahi theen, honth sikod kar 'pout' banaate hue. Unki har tasveer shor aur hansi ke saath li jaa rahi thi. Woh yahaan maujood theen, ek-doosre ke liye taiyaar ho kar aayi theen. Unka poora dhyaan is baat par tha ke light theek aa rahi hai ya nahi.

Kuch aurtein simple magar mehnge suits mein, apne shauharon ke saath baithi theen. Woh halke-phulke topics par baat kar rahe the aur muskurahatein tabdeel (exchange) kar rahe the.

Poora lawn ek jashn ka manzar pesh kar raha tha. Zindagi se bharpoor. Har koi yahaan... maujood tha.

Aur phir meri nazar waapis Ammi par padi.
Woh uss jhund mein bilkul hi alag dikh rahi theen.  Doosri aurton ne rang pehne the, jashn manane ke liye aur Ammi ne kaala pehna tha... ek waada poora karne ke liye.

Woh uss party ka hissa hote hue bhi, uska hissa nahi theen. Woh wahaan khadi theen, lekin unka dimaag, unka dil... uss phone call mein, uss 'Vishal' ke paas tha.
Meri Ammi, uss poori mehfil mein, sabse zyada akeli..sabse zyada hasin aur sabse zyada khatarnaak lag rahi theen.

Khana lagte hi bheed mein ek harkat si paida ho gayi. Logon ke jhund lawn mein rakhe dining tables ki taraf badhne lage, jahaan se biryani ki tez bhaap aur kofta korma ki mehak uth rahi thi. Platon ke takraane aur chamchon ki 'khan-khan' ne music ki awaaz ko bhi daba diya tha.

Main abhi tak wahin, counter ke paas, apna khaali glass haath mein liye khada tha.

"Beta, yahan khade ho?" Maine palat kar dekha. Meri Nani theen. Woh ek choti si plate pakde, bheed mein raasta talaash karne ki koshish kar rahi theen. Unka chehra thakaan aur bheed ki uljhan se pareshan lag raha tha.

"Nani, laaiye main le leta hoon," maine unke haath se plate le li. Ek pal ke liye, unki jhurriyon-bhari, narm ungliyon ka ehsaas mujhe uss zehni aziyat se baahar kheench laya.

"Jeete raho. Bohot bheed hai. Mujhe bas thodi si biryani aur ek-do kebab de do. Tumne liya kuch?"

"Main... main aapke baad le loonga," maine jhoot bola. Mujhe bhook ka koi ehsaas nahi tha.

Main unke liye plate bhar kar laaya aur bheed se thoda door, ek khaali table talaash kiya. Hum wahin baith gaye.

"Tum bhi le aao na beta. Aise kyun khade ho?" Nani ne pehla niwala (bite) lete hue kaha.

"Laata hoon," main keh kar utha aur apne liye ek plate le aaya. Usmein be-dili se thodi si Biryani aur ek kebab rakh liya.

Main waapis Nani ke paas baith gaya.
"Khana achha hai. Saima ne intezaam toh bohot achha kiya hai," Nani dheemi awaaz mein bol rahi theen.

"Hmm," maine kaha. Mera poora dhyaan, meri poori tawajjoh, lawn ke doosre kone mein thi.

Aisha... Ammi... wahaan theen. Saima Khala, aur wohi do-teen aurton ka group, unhone ek alag, bada round table le liya tha. Unki platein bhari hui theen, lekin khana kam aur baatein zyada ho rahi theen. Qahqahon ki awaaz wahaan se lagataar aa rahi thi.

Ammi unke beech baithi theen. Bilkul center mein. Woh hans rahi theen, Saima Khala ki kisi baat par unhone apna sar peechhe jhatak liya. Unka kaala hi-jab uss hansi mein bhi bilkul saleeqe se apni jagah par tha.

Maine plate mein chammach ghumayi
Tabhi... maine dekha.

Unka clutch table par nahi tha. Unke haath mein bhi nahi tha. Woh unki goad mein rakha tha. Aur uss clutch ke oopar unka phone tha.

Maine apni nigahein sakht kar leen.
Saima Khala ne kuch kaha, aur sab hanse. Ammi bhi hanseen. Lekin unki hansi ke dauraan, unka ulta haath (left hand) unki goad mein, table ke neeche, harkat kar raha tha.Unka angutha (thumb) tezi se screen par chal raha tha.

Woh chat kar rahi theen.Woh un sab ke saamne baith kar, unki baaton par hanste hue, unki aankhon mein dekhte hue... table ke neeche, uss 'Vishal' se baat kar rahi theen.

Screen ki halki si neeli roshni unke kaale suit par pad rahi thi, jise table cloth ne baaki duniya se chhupa rakha tha.

Ek hi waqt mein do kirdaar. Ek hi chehra, do jagah. Ek "Aisha" jo Saima Khala ke jashn mein shareek thi. Aur ek "Aisha" jo uss 'Vishal' ke saath apne raaz bhare khel mein magan thi.

Mera gala phir se sookh gaya. Maine Biryani ka jo niwala munh mein rakha tha, woh zaher ban gaya. Aisa laga jaise main reit (sand) chaba raha hoon.

"Kya hua? Khana pasand nahi aaya?" Nani ne meri taraf dekhte hue poocha.
Maine fauran khud ko sambhaala. Apne gale mein atke hue niwale ko zabardasti neeche utaara.

"Nahi... nahi Nani, bohot achha hai. Bas... paani peena hai," maine kaha aur paas hi rakha paani ka glass utha liya.

Main paani pee raha tha, lekin meri nigahein ab bhi unpar theen. Woh ab bhi type kar rahi theen. Muskurate hue. Hanste hue.

Aur main, unka beta,apni Nani ke paas baitha, yeh poora manzar dekhne par majboor tha.

Tabhi... ek hangama hua.Ek waiter, jo shaayad naya tha, drinks ki ek bhaari tray le kar unke table ke paas se guzra. Na jaane uska pair kaise phisla.....poori ki poori tray, laal sharbat ke gilaason se bhari, ulti ho gayi.Ek cheekh nikli.

"HAAAAIII!"

Poora tray ka laal, chipchipa sharbat Saima Khala ke mehenge, cream rang ke designer suit par gira tha. Ek pal ke liye, sab kuch tham gaya. Phir, chaos phat pada.

"Arey rey….!"

"Abey kya kar Raha hai, dikhta nahi hai kya!"

"Paani laao! Tissue do!"

Saima Khala hadbada kar khadi ho gayin, apne kapadoni ko jhatakne lageen. Unke saath baithi sabhi aurtein, Ammi samet ,apni kursiyon se uchhal padeen.

"Hai Hai, mera poora suit kharaab ho gaya... Yeh daag nahi jaayega!" Saima Khala ki awaaz mein rone jaisa andaaz tha.

"Saima! Saima, suno…." Ammi ki awaaz sabse pehle aayi. Woh fauran Saima Khala ki taraf lapkeen.

"Kuch nahi hota ok, abhi saaf ho jaayega."

"Kaise saaf hoga, Aisha didi? Dekho toh..."

"Aap mere saath andar chaliye," Ammi ne fauran faisla kiya, ek expert ki tarah situation ko sambhaalte hue.

"Chaliye, main aapko washroom le chalti hoon. Namak ya soda se shayad halka ho jaaye. Chaliye!"

Ammi ne Saima Khala ko baazu se pakda aur unhein ghar ke andar ki taraf le jaane lageen. Uss jaldbaazi mein, uss dosti nibhaane ke josh mein... woh sabse zaroori cheez bhool gayin- apna phone.

Unka phone unki khali kursi par pada tha.Sab log us hangame me busy the.Koi bhi uss phone ko nahi dekh raha tha.Siwaaye mere.

Main utha aur furti se bheed mein chalta hua unke table ke pass ja pahuncha. Log abhi bhi Saima aur Aisha ki jaati hui jodi ko dekh rahe the.

Main uss table ke paas pahuncha aur kampte hathon se phone ko uthaya. Phone ki screen as usual locked thi but mujhe pattern pata tha. Maine phone ko unlock Kiya aur WhatsApp open kiya.

As expected Ammi Vishal se hi chat kar rahi thi. Maine chat ko oopar scroll kiya. Meri ungliyaan screen par phisal rahi theen. Ammi ne shaam ko use jo selfie send ki thi us ko vishal ne thumbs up Kiya tha aur reply Diya tha-

Vishal: woooow….just wooow…Aisha ji…Thank you for keeping promise….

Aisha: (smiley emoji)

Uske baad Vishal ne kuch aur messages kiye the…..kya kar Rahi ho…kahan ho…ek aur pic do…. Aur usne apni ek selfi bhi send ki thi…..But Ammi ne koi reply nahi Diya tha. Main samajh gaya ki uss dauran Ammi ne phone nahi dekha hoga.

Fir Ammi ka message,

Aisha: Arey baba….itne saare messages…pura Deen bus whatsapp hi karte ho kya….

Vishal: Finally….time Mila aapko…batao kya kar Rahi ho?

Aisha: kuch nahi….dinner kar rahi thi….

Vishal: Achaa ji…dinner ke sath sath chatting…wah…

Aisha: Multitasking hun main….

Vishal: Acha aur kya task kar rahe ho abhi??

Aisha: dinner kar rahi hun….chat kar rahi hun aur Saima ki stupid baaton par hans bhi rahi hun taake ke kisi ko shaq na ho….

Vishal: Arrey baap re….bahut telented ho aap to….

Aisha : Woh to main hun…..

Vishal: Aur bahut hot bhi…..

Aisha: Badmash….

Vishal: Nahi ho kya????

Aisha: (blushing emoji…)

Vishal : aur haan….aap jadugar bhi ho….

Aisha: Jadugar?

Vishal: han….jadugar…wahan baithe baithe aapne kisi ko khada kar diya …aapki selfie dekhte hi salute karne laga….

Aisha: kaboo mein rakho….apne…emotions ko…

Vishal: yeh to mushkil hai….mera emotion…meri kaise sunega…iska remote control to tumhare pass hai….

Aisha: ufff….Achaji…to abhi kya keh raha hai woh ….

Vishal: aapke respect mein khada ho gaya hai….keh raha hai…selfie kafi nahi hai…tumhe live dekhna hai….issi kaale suit mein….

Aisha: Pagal ho gaye ho kya….aur woh selfie aapne delete to kar di hai na…

Vishal: na…kabhi nahi karoonga. ?

Aisha: Badmaash.

Vishal: Aisa hi hun main…acha…yeh batao…kaale suit ke neeche kaunsa colour hai….

Aisha: Tumhein kaise nahi pata hoga. ?

Vishal: Phir bhi. Main sunna chahta hoon.

Aisha: Black

Vishal: Ohhh bhencho……ab to milna hi padega….aa jau kya?

Aisha: Na….bahut log hai….

Vishal: logon ko marne do…..bus 5 minute…waise main aapke bahut kareeb hun….

Aisha: Matlab ?

Vishal: Matlab main car mein baitha hun….street ke end mein…

Aisha: ohhh khuda…..

Vishal: please Aisha….mana mat karna…sirf 5 minute…terrace par aa jao…

Aisha: par aap kaise aaoge?...

Vishal: kuch jugaad karta hun…

Yeh Vishal ka last message tha…main samajh gaya ki iske baad woh sharbat wala hadsa hua tha aur Ammi ne phone wahin chhod diya tha.

"Ho gaya clean, Saima? "
Table par baithi ek aurat ki awaaz ne mujhe hosh mein laaya.

Ammi aur Saima Khala washroom se waapis aa rahi theen. Saima Khala ab bhi apne suit ka bheega hua palla pakde theen, lekin thodi pur-sukoon lag rahi theen.

"...tumne bacha liya, Aisha didi," Saima Khala keh rahi theen. "Warna mera toh dil hi baith gaya tha."

Maine fauran phone ko waapis waise hi kursi par rakh diya, screen ko lock karke.

Meri tabiyat kuch theek nahi lag rahi theen.Main tezi se palta aur andar washroom ki taraf bhaaga. Mere qadam zameen par nahi, hawa mein pad rahe the. Mujhe kuch sunaai nahi de raha tha. Music... logon ka shor... sab band ho gaya tha.

Meri nazar ke samne sirf wahi ghinoni guftagoo goonj rahi thi.Main washroom mein ghusa, darwaza lock kiya aur seedha basin par jhuk gaya.

Woh kebab... woh Biryani... mere halaq mein waapis aa gaya.Main jhuka aur sab kuch ugal (vomit) diya. Mere jism ne uss zaher ko qabool karne se inkaar kar diya tha. Main haanp raha tha, meri aankhon se paani beh raha tha.Aaine mein meri aankhein laal ho rahi theen.

Main jaan gaya tha. Yeh sirf flirt karna nahi tha.Woh aadmi... 'Vishal'... yahaan tha. Isi waqt. Darwaze ke baahar.

Aur meri Ammi... usse milne... jaa rahi theen. Yeh ek plan tha. Ek mulaqaat jo ab hone waali thi.Maine apne chehre ko tauliye se ragda. Mere andar ka gussa, meri bechargi ko daba raha tha. Ek sard, thanda qehar meri ragon mein daudne laga.

Maine darwaza khola aur baahar nikla.
Music aur logon ka shor ek deewar ki tarah mujhse takraaya. Lawn mein ab bhi wahi jashn tha. Log hans rahe the, kha rahe the, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Meri nigahein fauran uss table par gayin.
Kursi khaali thi. Ammi Jaa chuki theen.
Mera dil ek pal ke liye ruka. Kya main late ho gaya?

Main Saima aunty ke pass gaya aur bahut hi normal si aawaz mein pucha,

“Saima khala…..Ammi ko dekha aapne?”

“Arrey…woh tere abbu se baat karne gate ke pass gayi hai….network nahi aa raha tha isliye….” Saima khala ne jawab diya.

[Twilight123]

Fantastic update

[Pkjl]

Next update jaldi Dena bhai ...
I can not waiting bro..

[Waseem990]

Very good stories 

[Mehtab_]

Boring story, we don't know even how Ammi's body looks like, we are just left to imagine

[Rana007]

Really mesmerising and enticing update

[Vampire]

100 percent entertaining writing. Keep rocking yaar

[Uandeman]

Interesting story ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[Kamya Sharma]

Bahut bahut shandar aur jhakkas update

[Lalu Mastan]

The story is advancing to the right direction. You are making every situation in accordance with the characters demands. It’s really very much exciting and erotic when an innocent,gullible,obedient and loving son is observing that his pious,elegant,pakiza,majabi and strictly faithful Ammijan who is the symbol of purity and affectionate Ammi is being seduced by a sexually perverted and Evil man of opposite majab and she is gradually falling into his evil sex trap. And the son has become confused what to do because he loves his loving Ammijan more than his life. In one hand he becomes extremely furious and angry with this evil man for seducing and flirting with his pakiza and majabi ammijan and is compelling her to cheat on her loving husband. He also becomes furious and angry with his loving Ammijan because she lets this evil man to seduce her but he doesn’t prevent his loving Ammijan not to involve in this immoral, illicit and forbidden affairs with a man of opposite majab because he loves his loving Ammijan very much and he is also very much fearful of his loving mom. On the other hand he wants to interfere and stop this illicit and forbidden affairs of his majabi and pakiza ammijan so that she will not fall into the sex trap of this evil bastard and to keep the family reputation intact but in subconscious mind he wants Vishal to continue seducing his loving Ammijan and he also wants to see if it’s possible for Vishal to be successful in his mission to compel his pakiza ammijan to surrender and to cheat on her loving husband. The son is unable to stop them as he begins to feel unexpected, unwanted,illicit and forbidden sexual excitement and eroticism by watching their illicitandforbiddenaffairs.
You are the master in the field of interfaith adultery as you are writing this fantastic story according to the demands and liking of the readers.

[Rohit]

You are really rocking this forum. Hats off.

[Rohit]

The story is advancing to the right direction. You are making every situation in accordance with the characters demands. It’s really very much exciting and erotic when an innocent,gullible,obedient and loving son is observing that his pious,elegant,pakiza,majabi and strictly faithful Ammijan who is the symbol of purity and affectionate Ammi is being seduced by a sexually perverted and Evil man of opposite majab and she is gradually falling into his evil sex trap. And the son has become confused what to do because he loves his loving Ammijan more than his life. In one hand he becomes extremely furious and angry with this evil man for seducing and flirting with his pakiza and majabi ammijan and is compelling her to cheat on her loving husband. He also becomes furious and angry with his loving Ammijan because she lets this evil man to seduce her but he doesn’t prevent his loving Ammijan not to involve in this immoral, illicit and forbidden affairs with a man of opposite majab because he loves his loving Ammijan very much and he is also very much fearful of his loving mom. On the other hand he wants to interfere and stop this illicit and forbidden affairs of his majabi and pakiza ammijan so that she will not fall into the sex trap of this evil bastard and to keep the family reputation intact but in subconscious mind he wants Vishal to continue seducing his loving Ammijan and he also wants to see if it’s possible for Vishal to be successful in his mission to compel his pakiza ammijan to surrender and to cheat on her loving husband. The son is unable to stop them as he begins to feel unexpected, unwanted,illicit and forbidden sexual excitement and eroticism by watching their illicitandforbiddenaffairs.
You are the master in the field of interfaith adultery as you are writing this fantastic story according to the demands and liking of the readers.

You are absolutely right

[Smalldick]

Absolutely well organised writing.

[Smalldick]

The story is advancing to the right direction. You are making every situation in accordance with the characters demands. It’s really very much exciting and erotic when an innocent,gullible,obedient and loving son is observing that his pious,elegant,pakiza,majabi and strictly faithful Ammijan who is the symbol of purity and affectionate Ammi is being seduced by a sexually perverted and Evil man of opposite majab and she is gradually falling into his evil sex trap. And the son has become confused what to do because he loves his loving Ammijan more than his life. In one hand he becomes extremely furious and angry with this evil man for seducing and flirting with his pakiza and majabi ammijan and is compelling her to cheat on her loving husband. He also becomes furious and angry with his loving Ammijan because she lets this evil man to seduce her but he doesn’t prevent his loving Ammijan not to involve in this immoral, illicit and forbidden affairs with a man of opposite majab because he loves his loving Ammijan very much and he is also very much fearful of his loving mom. On the other hand he wants to interfere and stop this illicit and forbidden affairs of his majabi and pakiza ammijan so that she will not fall into the sex trap of this evil bastard and to keep the family reputation intact but in subconscious mind he wants Vishal to continue seducing his loving Ammijan and he also wants to see if it’s possible for Vishal to be successful in his mission to compel his pakiza ammijan to surrender and to cheat on her loving husband. The son is unable to stop them as he begins to feel unexpected, unwanted,illicit and forbidden sexual excitement and eroticism by watching their illicitandforbiddenaffairs.
You are the master in the field of interfaith adultery as you are writing this fantastic story according to the demands and liking of the readers.

Agree with you

[Smalldick]

The story is advancing to the right direction. You are making every situation in accordance with the characters demands. It’s really very much exciting and erotic when an innocent,gullible,obedient and loving son is observing that his pious,elegant,pakiza,majabi and strictly faithful Ammijan who is the symbol of purity and affectionate Ammi is being seduced by a sexually perverted and Evil man of opposite majab and she is gradually falling into his evil sex trap. And the son has become confused what to do because he loves his loving Ammijan more than his life. In one hand he becomes extremely furious and angry with this evil man for seducing and flirting with his pakiza and majabi ammijan and is compelling her to cheat on her loving husband. He also becomes furious and angry with his loving Ammijan because she lets this evil man to seduce her but he doesn’t prevent his loving Ammijan not to involve in this immoral, illicit and forbidden affairs with a man of opposite majab because he loves his loving Ammijan very much and he is also very much fearful of his loving mom. On the other hand he wants to interfere and stop this illicit and forbidden affairs of his majabi and pakiza ammijan so that she will not fall into the sex trap of this evil bastard and to keep the family reputation intact but in subconscious mind he wants Vishal to continue seducing his loving Ammijan and he also wants to see if it’s possible for Vishal to be successful in his mission to compel his pakiza ammijan to surrender and to cheat on her loving husband. The son is unable to stop them as he begins to feel unexpected, unwanted,illicit and forbidden sexual excitement and eroticism by watching their illicitandforbiddenaffairs.
You are the master in the field of interfaith adultery as you are writing this fantastic story according to the demands and liking of the readers.

Agree with you