Adultery Couple Ka shuffle

[Joker44]

Pranali ab poori tarah heat mein thi. Uski saanse abhi bhi heavy thi, cheeks laal, hair messy, aur aankhon mein ek dangerous spark. Woh dheere se Rohit ke face se uthi, uske lips ko ek baar softly bite kiya aur husky tone mein boli,

“Ab meri baari hai…”
Rohit abhi bhi uske climax ke taste mein dooba tha, par uske words ne uska khoon aur tez garam kar diya.
Pranali ne slowly uska tight lund apne haathon mein pakda, thoda rub kiya jaise apni jagah set kar rahi ho. Rohit ka moan nikal gaya. Phir bina aur delay ke woh apni gulabi shaven chut ko uske upar align karne lagi.
Rohit bas neeche se usse dekh raha tha — uski boldness, uska confident body language — bilkul Geeti se opposite. Usne socha: “Yeh ladki toh jungle ki aag hai…”
Pranali ne apne wet folds ko uske lund ke tip pe rub kiya, thoda tease kiya, jaise apni climax ke baad aur control le rahi ho. Rohit ke lips se phir ek deep groan nikla.
Aur phir — ek smooth motion mein — woh uske lund pe baith gayi.
“Ohhhh….” dono ke moans ek saath nikle.
Rohit ka 6-inch tight lund poora uski chut mein slide ho gaya, uski warmth ne usse instantly grip kar liya. Pranali ne aankhen band kar li, dono haath uske chest pe rakhe aur apna back thoda arch kiya.
“Ffff… itna deep…” woh heavy breathe karte hue boli.



Rohit ne uske hips pakad liye aur softly press kiya, jaise usse aur neeche bas settle karna ho. Pranali ab poori tarah uske upar thi, uska jism halki halki bounce karne laga. Pehle slow… fir thoda fast.

Room mein barish ki awaaz ke saath ab sirf skin-slapping aur moaning ki mix sound aa rahi thi.
Pranali apna waist circular motion mein rotate kar rahi thi, apne clit ko uske lund ke base pe rub karte hue. Uske hoth khule hue the, moans uncontrollable. Rohit neeche se moaning kar raha tha, kabhi uske boobs pakad ke squeeze karta, kabhi uske waist ko hold karke thrust de deta.
Pranali ne uski chest pe apna body jhukaya aur uske lips ko ferociously kiss karne lagi, bites, tongue, saliva — sab kuch. Uske nails uske shoulders ko scratch kar rahe the jaise woh uska poora jism apna banana chahti ho.
Rohit bas ek hi cheez feel kar raha tha: “She’s riding me like a goddess.”

Pranali ab puri tarah apne zone mein thi. Uska jism barish ke rhythm ke sath hil raha tha, aur har bounce pe “thap! thap! thap!” ki clear awaaz room mein ghoonj rahi thi.

Uske moans aur zyada deep ho gaye —
“Ahhhh… Rohittt… ohhh yesss… haan… yehhh!”
Uska face poora flush tha, lips half open, aankhein kabhi band hoti kabhi Rohit ki taraf dangerously dekhne lagti. Har thrust ke saath uske boobs jor se bounce kar rahe the, Rohit unhe squeeze karta aur kabhi nipples bite kar leta.





Pranali ka pace ab wild tha, jaise woh apna pura control kho baithi ho. Uske nails Rohit ke chest pe laal marks chhod gaye, aur uski awaaz itni high thi ki barish ke shor ko bhi overpower kar rahi thi.
Aur phir ek powerful grind ke sath uska body stiff ho gaya —
“Ohhhhhh… ffffuuuu…”
Pranali phir se climax kar gayi. Uska jism shake kar raha tha, uski chut Rohit ke lund ko tight grip kar chuki thi, juice bahar nikal ke uske base tak bheeg gaya tha.
Woh heavy breathing ke saath Rohit ke upar collapse ho gayi, uska face Rohit ke shoulder pe, saanse fast aur awaaz abhi bhi shaky.
Par Rohit… abhi bhi rock hard tha. Uska lund abhi bhi uske andar tight stand kar raha tha, ready for more.
Usne uske hair mein ungliyaan phirate hue, husky tone mein uske kaan ke paas kaha:



“Tum toh do baar aa chuki ho… ab meri baari hai, Pranali.”

Aur usne uske hips ko tight hold karke neeche se ek powerful thrust maara.
Pranali ne zor se moan kiya, abhi bhi sensitive thi… lekin uska bold side phir se jag gaya.

Rohit ne ek deep breath li aur uske kamar ko pakad ke slowly usse upar se neeche kar diya. Pranali ab neeche thi, bed pe spread out — uska face flushed, baal bikhar gaye the, lips wet from all the moaning. Rohit uske upar aa gaya, uske dono haath tight pakad ke mattress pe daba diye.

Ek second ke liye usne Pranali ki aankhon mein dekha. Dono ke beech woh forbidden tension tha — jo ab pure lust mein badal chuka tha.
Rohit ne dhire se apna lund uske andar slide kiya… pura feel karte hue. Pranali ne ek sharp moan kiya,
“Ahhhhhh Rohitttt… ohhhh god yehhh!”
Pehle pace gentle tha — long, deep strokes. Har baar woh pura lund uske andar le jati, aur uska jism halki si tremble karta. Uski chut tight thi, jaise woh apne aap Rohit ka lund suck kar rahi ho.
Rohit ne apni saanse control karte hue uski gardan pe lips rakhe, thodi kisses di, kabhi thoda nibble kiya. Pranali apne nails uske back pe chala rahi thi, red scratch marks banate hue.
“Ohhh Rohit… yesss… aur… aur… fasterrr…” uske words almost beg jese lag rahe the.
Aur fir Rohit ne pace badha diya. Thrust pe thrust, ek steady rhythm —
“thap! thap! thap! thap!”
Room mein sirf barish ki awaaz aur unke bodies ke collision ki awaaz thi.
Pranali ka body ab bilkul lose control ho gaya tha. Uski moaning loud thi, chest upar niche hote hue, uski chut aur zyada wet hoti ja rahi thi. Har hard stroke pe uska jism uth jata jaise shock lag raha ho, aur woh tightly Rohit ko hug kar leti, nails aur gehre chala deti.
Rohit ab poori tarah madhosh tha. Usne apna face uske boobs ke beech daba diya, kabhi ek nipple suck karta, kabhi doosra, aur neeche thrust aur hard hota gaya.
Pranali cheekh rahi thi,




“Yesss… ohhhh fuckk… Rohitttt… stop nahi karna… please… fasterrr…”

Uske legs automatically Rohit ki kamar ke around wrap ho gaye, usse aur andar kheenchti hui. Har push pe woh moan karti aur apne lips uske neck pe rakh ke bite karti.
Rohit ko lag raha tha jaise uski chut literally uska lund kha rahi ho — har baar squeeze kar rahi thi jaise chhodne nahi degi.
Aur pace ab wild tha. Bed hil raha tha, sheets wrinkle ho gaye the, dono ke bodies sweat aur lust se shine kar rahe the.
Pranali ka body fir se stiff hua, aur usne ek loud cry nikali —
“Rohiiiitttttt… I’m… I’m comingggg… ahhhhhhh!”
Woh fir se climax mein toot gayi, tightly hug karte hue Rohit ko apne andar squeeze karte hue.
Par Rohit ab bhi unstoppable tha. Uska pace aur tez ho gaya tha, uski saanse heavy, uske lips se sirf ek cheez nikal rahi thi —
“Fuckkk… Pranaliii… you’re driving me crazyyy…”
Dono ab ekdum primal mode mein the, poore room mein bas unki awaazon ka storm tha.




Rohit abhi tak apna climax tak nahi pahuncha tha. Uska pace abhi bhi fast, rough aur demanding tha. Suddenly usne position change ki — Pranali ko thoda upar uthaya aur apne angle ko adjust karte hue aur deep andar tak ghus gaya.

Pranali ki aankhen khul gayi, usne ek loud moan nikala,
“Ahhhhhhh Rohitttt… ohhhh my goddd… it’s so deep!”
Usne apni legs tight karke Rohit ki kamar ke around wrap kar di, jaise ke usse apne andar lock kar liya ho. Ab Rohit ke liye nikalna impossible tha — woh har ek thrust par aur gehra, aur zyada intense hota ja raha tha.
Rohit ke moans ab control se bahar the, uski breathing fast, chest sweat se soaked, aur uske strokes ekdum primal ho gaye the. Har push pe lag raha tha jaise woh apni sari energy uske andar daal raha ho.
Pranali crazily enjoy kar rahi thi, uski awazein loud thi,
“Yessss… harder Rohittt… ohhhh yessss, don’t stop…!”
Aur fir ek powerful, deep thrust ke saath — Rohit ka pura control toot gaya. Usne ek guttural moan nikala,
“Fuuucckkkkkkk… Pranaliiiiii… I’m cummmingggg…!”
Aur uska garam, thick load seedha Pranali ke andar flood ho gaya. Ek ke baad ek spurt, uske andar bharte gaye. Pranali ne apni aankhen tight close karke us moment ko feel kiya — uski chut squeeze ho rahi thi, uska body tremble kar raha tha.
Rohit collapse ho gaya uske upar, dono heavily breathing, bodies ek dusre se chipke hue, heartbeat fast aur mixed.
Room mein sirf barish ki awaaz aur dono ki heavy saanse thi.
Pranali ne halki si muskaan ke saath uske baal ko stroke kiya, aur Rohit ne apna face uske boobs ke against rakh diya — completely drained but deeply satisfied.



Barish ab bhi khidkiyon ke bahar chal rahi thi, lekin room ke andar sab kuch shant tha. Rohit aur Pranali dono thak kar bed pe the, unki saanse abhi bhi tez thi.

Pranali ne dheere se apni aankhen kholi, Rohit ke chehre ko dekha — aur ek soft smile ke saath uske lips pe ek gentle kiss rakha. Rohit ne respond kiya, ek aur soft lingering kiss diya, fir uske forehead pe ek pyara sa kiss.
Pranali ne kuch nahi kaha, bas uske chest pe apna sir rakh diya aur arms se usse hug kar liya. Dheere dheere uski saanse calm hone lagi… aur vo Rohit ki baahon mein hi so gayi.
Rohit ne uske sote chehre ko dekha, uske lips pe ab bhi thoda passion ka redness tha, uske galle pink hue mein chamak rahe the. Usne phone uthaya, apni baahon mein soyi Pranali ke saath ek close-up selfie click ki — uske lips pe ek victorious smirk tha.
Selfie click karke Rohit ne Ashish ko bhej diya, ek chhota sa caption likh kar:
“Mission accomplished.”
Kuch seconds baad screen pe ek notification aayi — Ashish liked the pic.
Rohit ne phone side mein rakha, aur Pranali ko aur tight apni baahon mein kheench liya. Uske lips pe ek soft smile thi.
Game ab officially next level par jaa chuka tha.



Subah ki pehli roshni curtains ke beech se hotel ke room mein ghus rahi thi. Rain ruki thi, hawa halki thandi aur fresh thi. Pranali ne apni aankhen dhire se kholi… aur sabse pehle mehsoos hua — Rohit ki baahon ka tight hug.

Usne turant apna chehra side kiya — Rohit ka haath ab bhi uski kamar pe tha, aur uske bare skin pe halka pressure tha. Raat ke lamhe phir se flash ho gaye — unka kiss, uske upar baithna, Rohit ka andar cum karna… sab images ek hi saath wapas aa gaye.
Pranali ki saanse fast ho gayi. Usne dheere se uska haath hataya aur bed ke edge par baith gayi. Uske hair messy the, lips abhi bhi slightly swollen the, aur andar ek ajeeb mix of guilt aur thrill tha.
Rohit ne aankhen kholi aur usse dekha. Ek second ke liye dono ki nazar mili — aur dono ne turant nazar hata li.
Rohit (softly): “Good morning…”
Pranali (awkward smile): “Hmm… morning…”
Silence. Sirf barish ke baad ki halki hawa ki awaaz.
Pranali ne blanket apne body ke around tight kar liya, jaise apna exposed skin hide kar rahi ho. Fir usne phone uthaya aur Ashish ka naam dekha screen pe. Uska dil zor se dhadakne laga. Kal raat usne sirf itna bola tha “Hotel mein rukna pada…” Lekin asal mein kya hua, uska ek hissa guilty feel kar raha tha.
Rohit khamoshi todte hue bola:
“Pranali… jo bhi hua kal raat… main…”
Vo ruk gaya, shabd nahi mil rahe the.
Pranali ne uski taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein ab bhi kal raat ki warmth thi. Lekin usne zidd karke ek stern expression banaya:
“Bas… uss baat ko wahi chhod dete hain. Kisi ko pata nahi chalega. Okay?”
Rohit ne bas dheere se haan mein sir hila diya. Lekin uske andar ek smirk chal raha tha — usne Ashish ko already proof bhej diya tha.
Room mein ab bhi awkward tension thi. Dono ready hone lage, lekin har chhoti cheez unhe kal ki yaad dila rahi thi — ek dusre ke touch, lips ka taste, aur woh forbidden raat.
Pranali apna dupatta adjust karte hue soch rahi thi:
“Main kaise face karungi Ashish ko… ya Geeti ko? Ye sab control se bahar ja raha hai…”
Aur Rohit quietly soch raha tha:
“Game abhi shuru hua hai…”


Barish ab ruk chuki thi, hawa mein mitti ki khushboo thi. Dono hotel se nikal kar car mein baith gaye. Atmosphere heavy tha — na Rohit kuch bol raha tha, na Pranali. Sirf gaadi ka engine aur tyre ki halki sa-gilti hui road pe chalne ki awaaz.

Thodi der baad Pranali ne softly kaha:

“Rohit… ek medical store mile toh rokna.”

Rohit ne bina kuch pooche gaadi side kar di. Pranali andar gayi, aur kuch minute baad ek chhota packet lekar bahar aayi. Usne bottle kholkar ek i-pill nikal ke pani ke sath turant nigal li.

Rohit ki nazar us par tik gayi. Uske andar guilt ka ek flash aaya — “Main ne use is situation mein la diya… aur ab yeh sab steps lene pad rahe hain.”

Car ke andar silence aur bhi gehra ho gaya. Pranali khidki ke bahar dekh rahi thi, uski aankhon mein confusion, sharam aur thoda regret tha. Rohit ne ek do baar kuch kehne ki koshish ki, par usne khud ko rok liya.

Ride awkward thi — dono ek dusre ko dekh bhi nahi pa rahe the.

Finally jab Rohit ne uske ghar ke gate pe car roki, Pranali ne door open karte hue sirf itna bola:

“Bye…”

Vo bhi softly, bina uski taraf properly dekhe.

Aur chalti bani.

Rohit steering wheel pakad kar kuch seconds wahi baitha raha. Fir dheere se ek smirk uske lips pe aa gaya.

“Mission accomplished. Ashish khush hoga… ab toh game aur bhi bade level pe chalega. Soon… swapping aur bhi baar hogi.”
Usne ignition start kiya aur gaadi nikal di, mind mein already next steps chal rahe the.

[sushilt20]

Awesome update

[jain.varsha]

Woww, Nice Update.
First of all, Thankyou Author for the update. It was amazing. :shy:

[Vani123]

Awesome Update. Waiting for the next part

[ratipremi]

Next step kab dikhega?

[jain.varsha]

Mr. Joker44, Next update please

[ratipremi]

कृपया आगे बढायें.

[momass]

awesome story

[Rajendra karka]

Bro come back please

Are you ok
I am big fan of yours all story

[rangeeladesi]

Lekhak ji, kahan hain aap?

[Joker44]

Bro come back please

Are you ok
I am big fan of yours all story

Hi, I am bit busy now a days, currently finishing a story my wifes second marrige in incest & others section. After ending that will finish all the stories one by one

[jain.varsha]

Hi, I am bit busy now a days, currently finishing a story my wifes second marrige in incest & others section. After ending that will finish all the stories one by one

You have started another story without finishing it. Although you have promised to update it first. That's pretty shameful

[jain.varsha]

long time but no update.......

[jain.varsha]

Is this story abandoned?

[jain.varsha]

Is this story will be updated or abandoned?

[Joker44]

Rohit ne apni car parking mein lagayi. Engine off kiya, lekin turant bahar nahi nikla. Usne rearview mirror mein apna chehra dekha — aankhon mein thakan thi, par uske peeche ek dark satisfaction chamak raha tha. Usne Pranali ke saath jo kiya, woh sirf sex nahi tha... woh ek statement tha. Ashish ke liye ek jawab tha.
"Hisaab barabar."
Usne bag uthaya aur lift ki taraf badha. Dimaag mein ab Geeti thi.
"Meri Geeti... jo ab sirf meri nahi rahi."
Jab usne door bell bajayi, toh dil ki dhadkan thodi tez thi — darr se nahi, balki anticipation se. Woh dekhna chahta tha ki Geeti ab kaisi dikhti hai... Ashish ke touch ke baad.
Door khula.
Geeti saamne khadi thi. Simple yellow salwar suit mein, baal loose aur face pe wahi innocent si muskurahat — lekin aankhon mein ek gehra guilt chupa hua tha.
"Welcome back..." Geeti ne dheere se kaha.
Rohit ne bina kuch bole usse hug kar liya.
Yeh hug pehle jaisa nahi tha. Geeti ka jism thoda stiff tha, jaise woh darr rahi ho ki Rohit uske andar chhupe raaz ko soongh lega. Aur Rohit... woh Geeti ko hug karte hue bhi, uske jism mein Ashish ke nishaan dhoondh raha tha.
"Miss kiya mujhe?" Rohit ne uske kaan mein whisper kiya.
Geeti ne thoda peeche hatti, nazrein churayi.
"Haan... bohot. Ghar... bohot khaali lag raha tha."
Rohit ke lips pe ek smile aayi. Khaali? Ya Ashish se bhara hua?
Woh andar aaya aur sofa pe baith gaya. Geeti pani lekar aayi. Jab woh jhuk kar glass table pe rakh rahi thi, uska dupatta thoda side hua.
Aur Rohit ki nazar wahi gayi jahan Ashish chahta tha.
Uske cleavage ke side mein woh bite mark.
Halka sa purple, thoda red. Taaza.
Rohit ka khoon khual utha — gusse se nahi, balki ek ajeeb se nasha se. Usne socha, "Ashish ne apna thappa laga diya hai."
Usne Geeti ka haath pakda aur use apne paas kheench liya. Geeti hadbada gayi.
"Kya hua Rohit?"
Rohit ne apni ungli dheere se us bite mark pe rakhi. Geeti ka pura jism kaanp gaya. Usne saans rok li.
"Yeh kya hai, Geeti?" Rohit ne pucha, awaaz mein gussa nahi, bas ek knowing curiosity thi.
Geeti ka chehra safed pad gaya. Usne turant dupatta wapas sahi kiya.
"W-woh... kuch nahi. Shayad... shayad koi allergy hai. Ya macchar ne kaata hoga balcony mein."
Rohit ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Woh jhooth bol rahi thi, aur woh jaanta tha.
"Macchar?" Rohit ne smirk kiya. "Kaafi... bada macchar lagta hai. Aur kaafi deep kaata hai."
Geeti ki bolti band thi. Woh bas neeche dekh rahi thi.
Rohit ne uska chehra upar uthaya, uske lips pe ek hard kiss kiya — possessive, claiming kiss. Jaise woh Ashish ka taste mitana chahta ho, ya shayad... uske upar apna taste mix karna chahta ho.
Jab woh alag hua, Geeti haanf rahi thi.
"Jao..." Rohit ne husky voice mein kaha. "Mere liye khaana lagao. Mujhe bhook lagi hai."
Geeti bhaagne ke mood mein kitchen mein chali gayi. Rohit wahin baitha raha, us bite mark ko yaad karke apna lower lip bite karte hue.
"Ashish ne sahi kaha tha... she looks fucking hot with that mark."



Dusri Taraf: Ashish aur Pranali
Ashish apne living room mein baitha TV dekh raha tha jab door khula.
Pranali andar aayi. Bheegi hui nahi thi, lekin uske chehre pe wo after-sex glow aur exhaustion saaf dikh raha tha. Uske baal thode frizzy the, aur lips... lips clearly swollen the.
Ashish ne usse dekha, aur ek shikaari wali muskaan uske chehre pe aa gayi.
"Aa gayi?" Ashish ne normal tone mein pucha, lekin apni jagah se hila nahi.
Pranali ne bag sofa pe rakha aur bina Ashish ki taraf dekhe boli, "Haan... traffic bohot tha. Aur barish... uff, thak gayi hoon."
Woh jaldi se bedroom ki taraf badhne lagi, jaise Ashish ki nazron se bachna chahti ho.
"Ruko," Ashish ki awaaz thodi strict thi.
Pranali ruk gayi. Dhadkan tez.
Ashish utha aur dheere dheere uske paas aaya. Pranali ki nazrein zameen pe thi. Ashish ne uske kareeb aake gehri saans li — jaise kuch soongh raha ho.
Uske paas se Rohit ki scent aa rahi thi. Ek mard ki musk, aur thoda sa hotel ka soap.
"Rohit ke saath ride kaisi thi?" Ashish ne pucha, uske chehre ke bilkul paas aake.
Pranali ne thoda stammer kiya. "Th-thik thi. Woh... woh ache driver hain. Hum... hume hotel mein rukna pada tha, road block ki wajah se."
"Pata hai," Ashish ne soft tone mein kaha. "Rohit ne bataya tha. Ek hi room mila na?"
Pranali ka dil gale mein aa gaya. Usne darte hue Ashish ko dekha. Kya usse pata hai?
Ashish ne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya. Uska angutha (thumb) dheere se Pranali ke suoje hue hothon (swollen lips) pe phira.
"Tere honth..." Ashish ne whisper kiya. "...suoje hue hain. Kuch kaata kya?"
Pranali ki aankhen bhar aayi. Usse samajh nahi aa raha tha kya bole.
"Ashish... woh..."
"Shhh," Ashish ne uske hothon pe ungli rakhi.
"Main doctor hoon, Pranali. Mujhe symptoms padhna aata hai."
Usne usse gale lagaya. Pranali ka jism stiff tha. Ashish ne uske kaan ke paas apna mooh le jaake, ekdum dheere se, ek zeherili baat boli:
"Lagta hai Rohit ne kaafi achi company di tumhe. You look... satisfied."
Pranali chonk kar peeche hatti. Ashish ke chehre pe gussa nahi tha — bas ek twisted smile thi.
"Jao, fresh ho jao. Tumhe safai ki zarurat hai."
Pranali wahan se bhaag kar bathroom mein ghus gayi aur door lock kar liya. Shower chalu karke woh wahin floor pe baith kar rone lagi.
Bahar, Ashish ne apna phone nikala.
Message to Rohit:
"She's home. Lips swollen, walking funny, aur darr ke mare kaanp rahi hai. Good job, bhai. You broke her seal."
Kuch seconds baad Rohit ka reply aaya:
"Aur maine Geeti pe tera nishaan dekh liya. That bite mark... it's turning me on more than I expected."
Ashish ne phone jeb mein rakha.
Dono gharon mein ab ek nayi tarah ki shanti thi.
Pati-Patni ke rishte wahi the... par beech mein secrets ki ek moti diwar khadi ho gayi thi. Aur us diwar ke dono taraf... desire ka ek naya khel shuru ho chuka tha.
Raat: The Internal Monologue
Raat ka waqt tha.
Rohit aur Geeti apne bed pe the. Geeti side turn karke leti thi, Rohit ki taraf peeth karke. Woh sonne ka natak kar rahi thi, par uski aankhen khuli thi.
Uske dimaag mein Ashish ka touch ghoom raha tha. Aur ab Rohit ka wapas aana... usse guilty feel karwa raha tha, par saath hi uske andar ek ajeeb si comparison chal rahi thi. Rohit ka pyaar vs Ashish ka raw passion.
Rohit uski peeth ko dekh raha tha. Usse pata tha Geeti jag rahi hai.
Usne apna haath Geeti ki kamar pe rakha. Geeti halka sa hili, par haath hataya nahi.
Rohit ne khud ko Geeti se chipka liya. Uska hard lund Geeti ke hips ko press karne laga.
Geeti ki saansein atak gayi. Kya Rohit chahta hai?
Lekin Rohit ne kuch kiya nahi. Woh bas wahi let gaya, usse feel karte hue.
"Ashish ne isse kaise choda hoga..." yeh soch kar Rohit ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Woh bas Geeti ke jism ko pakad ke imagine kar raha tha — kal raat woh Ashish ke neeche kaise tadap rahi hogi.
Dusri taraf...
Pranali bathroom se nikal kar aayi thi. Ashish bed pe book padh raha tha, bilkul normal.
Pranali chupchap doosri side let gayi. Usne blanket odh liya.
Ashish ne light band ki.
Andhere mein, Ashish ka haath Pranali ke pet (stomach) pe gaya. Pranali ne saans rok li.
"Goodnight, Pranali," Ashish ne kaha.
"G-goodnight..."
Lekin Ashish ka haath wahan se hata nahi. Woh wahi raha... thoda neeche... uske uterus area ke paas. Jaise woh check kar raha ho ki Rohit ne apna seed kahan chhoda hai.
Pranali ne aakhen band kar li, Rohit ke words yaad karte hue — "Ab meri baari hai..."
Dono auratein apne apne bistar pe thi, apne patiyon ke saath... lekin unke jism abhi bhi un gair mardon ke ehsaas mein qaid the.
Game ka Pehla Round Khatam.



Shaam ka waqt tha. Ek dimly lit bar ke corner table pe Rohit aur Ashish baithe the. Table pe beer ki bottlein, kuch snacks, aur hawa mein cigarette ka dhuan.
Dono ke chehre pe ek alag hi glow tha — ek shaitani sukoon. Jaise do shikaari jungle se wapas aaye ho, apna apna shikaar karke.
Ashish ne apni beer uthayi, glass clink kiya.
"Cheers, bhai. To the new life."
Rohit ne glass takraya, ek bada sip liya aur table pe rakhte hue hansa.
"Life toh ab bani hai, Ashish. Kasam se... tune jo plan banaya tha, mujhe laga nahi tha itna perfect execute hoga."
Ashish ne cigarette ka puff liya, aankhen chhoti karte hue pucha, "Pehle tu bata. Meri 'shareef' biwi, Dr. Pranali... kaisi rahi?"
Rohit ne chair pe peeche lean kiya, ek wicked smile ke saath yaad karte hue.
"Bhai... teri biwi doctor hai, par bed pe woh ilaaj nahi, bimari deti hai — hawas ki."
Ashish hansa, "Detail de... uppar uppar se mat bol."
Rohit thoda aage jhuka, awaaz low karte hue:
"Hotel room mein light gayi... darr ke maare mujhse chipak gayi. Aur wahan se jo game shuru hua... Ashish, she’s fucking wild. Geeti shy hai, par Pranali... Pranali toh seedha lund pe chadh gayi thi."
"Usne mera lund muh mein liya... aur aise chusa jaise aakhri baar mil raha ho. Aur jab maine usse doggy mein liya... bhai, she screams loud. 'Rohit... Rohit...' chilla rahi thi."
Ashish ke chehre pe ek dark satisfaction tha. Apni biwi ke baare mein yeh sunkar use jalan nahi, maza aa raha tha.
"I knew it," Ashish ne smirk kiya. "Woh hamesha se thodi repressed thi. Tune uska dhakkan khol diya."
Rohit: "Aur sun... maine uske muh mein cum kiya. She didn't even spit. Sab andar."
Ashish ne table pe haath maara, hasste hue. "Wah! Kamine, meri biwi ko slut bana diya ek hi raat mein."
Rohit ne eyebrow uthayi. "Ab tu bata... meri Geeti ka kya haal kiya?"
Ashish ne cigarette ash tray mein masli. Uska chehra thoda serious, thoda intense ho gaya.
"Geeti... woh alag hai, Rohit. Woh wild nahi hai... woh deep hai."
"Jab maine usse chua... woh kaanp rahi thi. Mana kar rahi thi, dimaag se... par uski chut ro rahi thi lund ke liye. Jab maine usse pehli baar enter kiya... bhai, itni tight... jaise virgin ho."
Rohit ka lund table ke neeche twitch hua yeh sunkar.
Ashish continue kiya: "Maine usse pyaar se nahi choda... maine usse own kiya. Har position mein. Aur sabse best part pata hai kya tha?"
"Kya?" Rohit ne pucha.
"Jab woh climax pe thi... woh tera naam nahi le rahi thi. Woh sirf 'Please... Please...' bol rahi thi. She was begging me to ruin her."
Rohit ne apne lips lick kiye. "Aur woh bite mark? Jo tune uski cleavage pe diya?"
Ashish hansa. "Woh toh bas ek reminder tha. Taaki jab tu usse hug kare, tujhe pata chale ki wahan mera muh tha."
Rohit ne apna phone nikaala aur Pranali ki soti hui pic dikhayi. "Hisaab barabar, bhai. Yeh dekh teri biwi... mere lund ki thakan utaar rahi hai."
Dono doston ne photo dekhi aur zor se hanse. Public mein koi samajh nahi sakta tha ki yeh dono kya baat kar rahe hain.
The Reality Check
Hasi mazak ke baad, mahual thoda serious hua. Planning mode on.
Rohit: "Lekin ek problem hai, Ashish."
Ashish: "Kya?"
Rohit: "Pranali... woh guilt mein hai. Subah jab hum nikle, woh mujhse aankh nahi mila rahi thi. Usne 'I-pill' li mere saamne. Woh darr gayi hai."
Ashish: "Same with Geeti. Woh bhi guilt mein dubi hui hai. Mujhse baat nahi kar rahi, avoid kar rahi hai. Agar humne abhi 'Swap' ka idea open kiya... toh woh dono panic kar jayengi. Shayad humare rishte toot jayein."
Rohit ne sar hilaya. "Sahi keh raha hai. Hum unhe direct nahi bol sakte ki 'Chalo exchange karte hain'. Unhe abhi yeh lag raha hai ki yeh 'galti' se hua."
Ashish: "Exactly. Humein yeh 'galti' baar baar karwani hogi. Itni baar... ki unhe aadat pad jaye. Unka guilt khatam karna hoga... unhe addict banana hoga."
Rohit: "Toh next move kya hai?"
Ashish ne beer finish ki aur ek masterplan rakha.
"Dekh, abhi woh dono humse bhaag rahi hain. Humein unhe saamne lana hoga. Jahaan woh humein ignore na kar sakein."
The Plan: The Dinner Trap
Ashish: "Iss weekend... mere ghar pe dinner rakhte hain. Couple dinner. Tu aur Geeti aa rahe ho."
Rohit confuse hua. "Saamne? Bhai, woh awkward ho jayengi."
Ashish: "Wahi toh chahiye! Awkwardness hi toh fuel hai."
"Soch... hum chaaron ek table pe honge.
Tu Pranali ke saamne baitha hoga... wahi aadmi jisne usse hotel mein choda.
Main Geeti ke saamne hunga... wahi aadmi jisne usse mere bed pe torda."
Rohit ke chehre pe dheere dheere samajh aane lagi.
Ashish: "Unhe apne patiyon ka haath pakadna padega... jabki unke lovers unke saamne honge.
Humein kuch nahi karna... bas eye contact."
"Main Geeti ko ghuroonga... usse yaad dilaunga us raat ki."
"Tu Pranali ko compliment diyo... thoda flirt kariyo, husband ke saamne. Dekhte hain woh kaise react karti hai."
Rohit: "Fuck... that's evil. Geeti toh pighal jayegi pressure mein."
Ashish: "Pressure hi toh unhe todega, bhai. Jab woh dekhengi ki hum dono normal hain... toh unka darr kam hoga. Aur table ke neeche... thoda footsie khelne ka maza hi kuch aur hoga."
Rohit: "Aur agar mauka mila?"
Ashish: "Agar mauka mila... toh kitchen mein, ya washroom ke bahar... ek quick touch. Ek kiss. Bas unhe yaad dilana hai ki woh ab sirf 'Patniyan' nahi hain... woh humari 'Rakhail' banne ke raste pe hain."
Rohit ne apna glass uthaya.
"Done. This weekend. Dinner at your place."
"Geeti ko main taiyaar karunga... usse wahi saree pehnaunga jo tujhe pasand aayi thi."
Ashish ne wink kiya. "Aur main Pranali ko bolunga ki Rohit aa raha hai... special khana banaye. Uski khidmat kare."
Dono dost uth gaye. Bill pay kiya.
Bahar nikalte waqt Rohit ne kaha, "Bhai, ek baat bolun?"
"Bol."
"Dost toh hum pehle bhi the... par ab hum bhai ban gaye hain. Ek hi hole ke bhai."
Ashish ne thahaka lagaya. "Chalo, ghar jaate hain. Apni apni biwiyon ko thoda aur mentally torture karte hain."




Rohit ghar aaya toh mahual thoda shaant tha. Geeti TV dekh rahi thi, par uska dhyaan screen par nahi tha. Woh abhi bhi apne khayalon mein gum thi — Ashish ka touch aur Rohit ki maujoodgi ke beech ka conflict use khaaye ja raha tha.
Rohit ne sofa pe baithte hue casually kaha, "Geeti, kal shaam ko free rehna. Ashish ne dinner pe bulaya hai."
Geeti ka shareer ekdum se stiff ho gaya. Usne remote tight pakad liya.
"Ashish ke ghar?" usne dabi hui awaaz mein pucha. "Kal? Rohit... mera mood thoda theek nahi hai. Sir mein dard hai. Hum cancel nahi kar sakte?"
Rohit ne uski taraf dekha — gaur se. Usse pata tha yeh sir dard nahi, Ashish ka darr hai.
"Cancel?" Rohit ne thoda irritation dikhate hue kaha. "Geeti, woh mera best friend hai. Itne time baad mil rahe hain dhang se. Aur waise bhi, Pranali bhi hogi. Tumhe change milega. Please, mana mat karo. Maine haan bol diya hai."
Geeti ke paas naa bolne ki himmat nahi thi. Agar woh zyada mana karti, toh Rohit ko shak ho sakta tha (aisa woh sochti thi).
"Theek hai..." usne haami bhar di, par dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Ashish ka saamna kaise karungi?
Sunday Evening: Rohit and Geeti
Shaam ke 7 baj rahe the. Rohit ready ho chuka tha — crisp blue shirt aur grey trousers mein, looking sharp and dominant.
Woh bedroom mein aaya toh dekha Geeti ready ho rahi hai.
Usne ek simple si cream colour ki cotton salwar kameez pehni thi. Dupatta achi tarah se pin kiya hua tha, chest cover karte hue. Makeup minimal tha. Woh clearly chupna chahti thi. Woh nahi chahti thi ki Ashish usse uss nazar se dekhe.
Rohit ne use upar se neeche tak dekha aur frown kiya.
"Yeh kya pehna hai, Geeti?"
Geeti confuse ho gayi. "Kyu? Acha nahi hai? Simple hai, comfortable hai..."
Rohit ne sar na mein hilaya. Woh wardrobe ki taraf gaya. Usne hanger se ek Black Net Saree nikali — jisme silver sequins ka kaam tha. Yeh saree Geeti ne sirf ek baar pehni thi, kyunki use yeh 'zyada bold' lagti thi.
"Yeh pehno," Rohit ne saree bed pe phenk di.
Geeti ki aankhen phati reh gayi. "Rohit? Yeh wali? Yeh bohot... transparent hai. Aur iska blouse... uska gala bohot deep hai. Ashish ke ghar ja rahe hain, koi party mein nahi."
Rohit uske paas aaya, awaaz thodi strict karte hue.
"Toh kya hua agar Ashish ke ghar ja rahe hain? Meri biwi khubsurat hai, toh dikhni bhi chahiye. Tum aajkal bohot dull ban ke reh rahi ho."
"Par Rohit..."
Rohit ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur apna trump card khela (guilt trap).
"Geeti, tum Ashish se itna ghabra kyun rahi ho? Aisa behave kar rahi ho jaise wahan kuch galat hone wala hai. Ya... kuch chupa rahi ho?"
Yeh sunte hi Geeti ka chehra safed pad gaya. Usse laga Rohit ko kuch shak ho gaya hai. Apne aap ko normal dikhane ke liye, uske paas koi raasta nahi bacha tha.
"N-nahi... aisa kuch nahi hai," Geeti ne jaldi se kaha. "Theek hai... main pehenti hoon. Agar tumhe pasand hai toh."
Rohit muskuraaya. "Good girl. Jao change karo. I want you to look hot."
15 Minute Baad:
Geeti bathroom se bahar aayi, aur Rohit ki saansein atak gayi. Ashish ne sahi kaha tha — Geeti ko bold kapdon mein dekhna ek alag nasha tha.
The Look:
 * Saree: Gehre kaale rang ki (Jet Black) net saree thi. Kapda itna bareek (sheer) tha ki uski kamar ka gora rang saaf chamak raha tha. Navel ke neeche saree ka fall perfect tha, jo uske hips ke curve ko ubhaar raha tha.
 * Blouse: Sleeveless, black velvet blouse. Neckline deep 'U' shape mein thi, jisse uska cleavage kaafi hadd tak expose ho raha tha. Mangalsutra uske gore seene pe kaale blouse ke contrast mein alag hi chamak raha tha.
 * Back: Jab woh palti mirror dekhne ke liye, toh Rohit ne dekha blouse backless dori wala tha. Uski poori nangi peeth (bare back) display pe thi, jahan kuch din pehle Ashish ke haath the.
Geeti uncomfortable thi. Woh baar baar pallu adjust kar rahi thi taaki cleavage dhak sake.



Rohit peeche se aaya. Usne uska haath pakad ke pallu ko wapas side mein gira diya, sirf shoulder pe pin rehne diya.
"Dhakko mat," Rohit ne uske kaan mein kaha. "Aaj raat tum sabse alag dikhni chahiye."
Usne Geeti ke baalon mein gajra lagaya.
"Chalo... Ashish wait kar raha hoga."
Geeti ka dil darr se, aur Rohit ke is naye roop se, zor se dhadak raha tha. Woh ek saji hui thali ki tarah Ashish ke ghar ja rahi thi.
Sunday Evening: Ashish and Pranali
Dusri taraf, Ashish ke ghar mein sannata tha.
Pichle do din se Ashish ne Pranali ko poori tarah ignore kiya hua tha. Na dhang se baat, na touch, na koi smile. Jab bhi Pranali paas aati, woh laptop mein ghus jaata ya phone pe baat karne lagta.
Pranali guilt mein thi. Use lag raha tha ki shayad uske chehre pe likha hai ki usne Rohit ke saath kya kiya hai. Woh desperate thi Ashish ke attention ke liye. Woh chahti thi ki uska pati usse dekhe, usse pyaar kare, taaki woh Rohit wali galti bhula sake.
Ashish living room mein baitha news dekh raha tha jab Pranali aayi.
"Ashish... main kya pehnu?" Pranali ne dheere se pucha.
Ashish ne TV se nazar hataye bina kaha, "Kuch bhi pehen lo. Kya farak padta hai?"
Pranali ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Tumhe koi farak nahi padta main kaisi dikhti hoon?"
Ashish ne thandi nazron se usse dekha. "Pranali, main thaka hua hoon. Please drama mat karo. Rohit aur Geeti aa rahe hain, bas ready ho jao."
Ashish ka yeh cold shoulder Pranali ke liye unbearable tha. Uske andar ek zid jaag gayi.
"Agar tum mujhe nahi dekhoge... toh main aisi banungi ki tumhe dekhna hi padega. Main tumhe dikhaungi ki main kya hoon."
Confusion aur desperation mein, Pranali ne wardrobe khola. Usne socha woh Ashish ko jealous feel karwayegi, ya impress karegi. Par anjaane mein... woh Rohit ke liye taiyaar ho rahi thi.
30 Minute Baad:
Pranali ready hokar hall mein aayi. Ashish ne usse dekha, aur mann hi mann smirk kiya. Plan kaam kar gaya.
The Look:
 * Dress: Pranali ne saree nahi pehni thi. Usne ek Maroon Bodycon Midi Dress pehni thi. Dress ka fabric stretchable tha jo uske curves — especially uske bum aur thighs — ko second skin ki tarah chipka hua tha.
 * Neckline: Dress ka gala kaafi broad aur deep tha, off-shoulder style mein. Uske collarbones aur shoulders poore open the. Jab woh saans leti, toh uska cleavage heaving karta hua dikhta tha.
 * Makeup: Usne dark maroon lipstick lagayi thi (jo Rohit ko us din pasand aayi thi), aur aankhon mein heavy kajal.
 * Vibe: Woh 'Dr. Pranali' nahi lag rahi thi. Woh ek high-class escort jaisi glamorous aur seductive lag rahi thi.


Pranali aakar Ashish ke saamne khadi ho gayi, expecting a compliment.
"Kaisi lag rahi hoon?"
Ashish ne upar se neeche tak dekha. Usne taarif nahi ki, bas ek dirty look di.
"Hmm. Kaafi... open hai. Rohit khush hoga dekh ke."
Pranali shock reh gayi. "Rohit? Main tumhare liye pehen ke aayi hoon!"
Ashish khada hua, apna phone jeb mein rakha aur bina kuch bole darwaze ki taraf badha.
"Chalo, bell bajne wali hai."
Pranali wahan khadi reh gayi — insulted aur confused. Uska dil kar raha tha ki change kar le, par ab time nahi tha.
Aur tabhi... Ding Dong.
Doorbell baji.
Pranali ne ek gehri saans li, apni dress ko neeche kheench ke adjust kiya, aur apne chehre pe ek fake smile chipka li.
Darwaze ke us paar Rohit aur Geeti the.
The Stage Was Set.
Ek taraf Geeti — black transparent saree mein, sharam aur darr se bhari hui, lekin behadd sexy.
Dusri taraf Pranali — tight maroon dress mein, gusse aur desperation mein, ready to be noticed.
Ashish ne darwaza khola.
"Welcome guys..."
Rohit ne andar kadam rakha, aur pehli cheez jo usne dekhi... woh thi Pranali ki tight dress aur uski maroon lipstick.
Aur Ashish ki nazrein seedhi gayi Geeti ki nangi peeth aur black net saree par.
Game ka agla level shuru ho chuka tha.

Living room mein ek ajeeb si shanti aur shor dono ek saath the. Shanti un lafzon ki jo kahe nahi jaa rahe the, aur shor un dhadkano ka jo kapdon ke andar gunj rahi thi.
Ashish ne darwaza khola tha, aur charon ek dusre ke saamne the.
The First Look
Rohit ne kadam andar rakha, aur uski nazrein seedhi Pranali pe jaakar atak gayi. Maroon dress mein woh kisi toofan se kam nahi lag rahi thi. Uski tight dress uske curves ko aise pakde hue thi jaise Rohit ke haath us raat pakde hue the.
Rohit ne halki si smile di—ek aisi smile jo sirf Pranali samajh sakti thi.
"Tasty..." usne bina bole keh diya.
Dusri taraf, Ashish ki aankhen Geeti par thi.
Geeti kaali net ki saree mein, sir jhukaye khadi thi. Lekin Ashish uski aankhen nahi, uski nangi peeth (bare back) aur deep neck blouse dekh raha tha.
"Welcome," Ashish ne bhari awaaz mein kaha. "Geeti... aaj toh tumne andhera hi kar diya. You look... stunning."
Geeti ka chehra sharam aur darr se laal ho gaya. Usne Rohit ka haath kas ke pakad liya.
"Thank you," usne mushkil se whisper kiya.
The Living Room Setup
Charon sofa par settle hue. Ek taraf Ashish aur Pranali, dusri taraf Rohit aur Geeti.
Ashish ne bar counter ki taraf ishara kiya. "So, what's the poison for tonight? Whiskey? Wine?"
Rohit ne pair failaate hue kaha, "Mere liye Whiskey. On the rocks."
Pranali ne Ashish ki taraf dekha, expecting him to ask her. Par Ashish ne use ignore kiya aur Geeti ki taraf muda.
"Geeti? Tumhare liye kya banaun? Vodka with lime?"
Geeti hadbada gayi. "Nahi... nahi Ashish, main drink nahi karti. Tumhe pata hai. Main bas juice ya pani..."
Rohit ne turant baat kaati, apna haath Geeti ke kandhe par rakhte hue—wahi kandha jahan saree ka pallu mushkil se tika tha.
"Arre Geeti, aaj party hai. Kab tak boring ban ke rahogi? Ashish, iske liye ek light Vodka bana. Meri taraf se."
Geeti ne Rohit ko dekha, aankhon mein plea thi—Please mat karo.
Par Rohit ki aankhon mein ek command tha. Piyo.
"Theek hai... bas thoda sa," Geeti ne haar maan li.
Ashish ne drinks banayi. Jab woh Geeti ko glass dene aaya, toh uski ungliyaan Geeti ki ungliyon se touch hui. Ek current sa daud gaya Geeti ke jism mein. Yeh wahi haath the jinhone usse chua tha, masla tha. Aur ab... uska pati bagal mein baitha muskura raha tha.
The Game: Truth, Dare, or Drink
Do round drinks ke baad, mahual thoda heavy ho gaya tha. Alcohol ne Geeti ke gaalon pe gulabi rang aur dimaag mein thodi dhund la di thi. Pranali, jo Ashish ke ignore karne se frustrated thi, usne already do glass khatam kar liye the aur ab woh thodi loose ho chuki thi.
Ashish: "Chalo, ek game khelte hain. Bore ho rahe hain. 'Never Have I Ever'. Jo jhooth bolega, usse drink leni padegi."
Rohit ne smirk kiya. "Done."
Game shuru hua.
Ashish ne pehla bomb foda.
"Never have I ever... fantasized about someone else while being with my partner."
Sannaata chaa gaya.
Ashish ne aankh maarte hue apna glass uthaya aur sip liya. "Main toh honest hoon."
Rohit ne bhi hanste hue sip liya. "Insan hoon bhai, chalta hai."
Ab baari thi biwiyon ki.
Pranali ne Rohit ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein us hotel room ki yaad thi. Usne chupchap apna glass uthaya aur ghoont bhar liya.
Ashish ne yeh dekha, aur smile kiya.
Ab sabki nazrein Geeti par thi.
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Uske dimaag mein Ashish ka chehra tha—jab woh Rohit ke saath bistar pe hoti thi, toh aksar Ashish ka khayal aata tha.
Kya woh Rohit ke saamne yeh maan le?
Rohit ne uske kaan mein whisper kiya, "Pee lo Geeti... main bura nahi maanunga."
Geeti ne kaanpte haathon se glass uthaya aur poora drink ek baar mein gatak gayi.
Ashish ne table pe glass rakha.
"Lagta hai hum charon mein kaafi raaz chupe hain."



The Dance: Forbidden Rhythm
Music system par ek slow, sensual instrumental song bajne laga. Lights dim kar di gayi thi.
"Dance?" Rohit ne khade hokar pucha.
Lekin usne Geeti ko nahi... Pranali ki taraf haath badhaya.
"May I?"
Pranali ne Ashish ko dekha. Ashish phone mein dekh raha tha. Gusse mein, Pranali ne Rohit ka haath thaam liya.
"Sure."
Ashish ab akela bacha tha... Geeti ke saath.
Woh utha, aur Geeti ke paas gaya.
"May I have the honor, Mrs. Sharma?"
Geeti mana karna chahti thi, par Rohit aur Pranali already floor pe the.
Usne apna haath Ashish ke haath mein diya.
On the Dance Floor:
Rohit ne Pranali ki kamar pakdi—tightly. Uska haath uski tight dress ke upar se uske curves ko feel kar raha tha.
"Tum aaj aag lag rahi ho," Rohit ne whisper kiya. "Woh dress... mera control tod rahi hai."
Pranali ne apna chehra uske kandhe ke paas kiya.
"Tumhara dost toh mujhe dekh bhi nahi raha... sirf tum ho jo notice kar rahe ho."
Rohit ne usse apne aur kareeb khincha, uska hard lower body Pranali ke pet se halka sa touch hua.
"Main sirf notice nahi kar raha... main yaad kar raha hoon. Kaise tumhare ye curves mere haathon mein the."
Pranali ki saans atak gayi. Yahan? Sabke saamne?


Ashish ne Geeti ki kamar nahi pakdi. Usne apna haath seedha uski nangi peeth (bare back) par rakha.
Skin on Skin.
Geeti kaanp gayi. Usne Rohit ko dhoondhne ki koshish ki, par Rohit Pranali mein busy tha.
"Darr lag raha hai?" Ashish ne uske kaan mein pucha.
"Ashish... please... Rohit dekh lega," Geeti ne minnat ki.
"Dekhne do," Ashish ne uska haath apne kandhe par rakha aur use apne seene se chipka liya.
Geeti ka mangalsutra Ashish ki shirt se dab gaya.
"Yaad hai Geeti?" Ashish ne ungli se uski peeth par wahi stroke kiya jo usne massage ke waqt kiya tha. "Tumhara jism mere haathon ko pehchanta hai."
Geeti ki aankhen band ho gayi. Alcohol aur Ashish ki khushboo ne uska dimaag sunn kar diya tha.
"Tum galat kar rahe ho..." Geeti ne kaha, par uski body Ashish ki taraf melt ho rahi thi.
"Galat toh tab hoga jab main tumhe yahin kiss kar loon..." Ashish ne tease kiya.
Dance floor par ab partners badal gaye the—mentally.
Rohit Pranali ke saath physical ho raha tha, aur Ashish Geeti ke dimaag ke saath khel raha tha.
The Kitchen Incident: The Edge
Dance khatam hua toh sab saansein le rahe the.
"Main... main pani lekar aati hoon," Geeti ne bahana banaya aur kitchen ki taraf bhaagi. Woh us intense atmosphere se bachna chahti thi.
Woh kitchen mein aayi, counter pakad ke lambi saansein lene lagi.
"Control Geeti... Control. Rohit yahin hai."
Tabhi peeche se kadmon ki aahat aayi.
Usne socha Rohit hoga.
"Rohit, mujhe ghar jaana..."
Woh palti.
Woh Rohit nahi tha. Ashish tha.
Ashish ne kitchen ka door halka sa close kiya (lock nahi).
Woh seedha Geeti ke paas aaya aur use counter aur apne beech mein block kar diya.
"Bhaag kyun rahi ho?"
Geeti: "Ashish... please hato. Koi aa jayega."
Ashish: "Aane do. Waise bhi... tumne ye saree kiske liye pehni hai? Rohit ke liye? Mujhe nahi lagta."
Usne apna haath badhaya aur Geeti ke blouse ke deep neck ke paas le gaya.
Wahi jagah jahan bite mark tha.
Geeti ki saansein tez thi.
"Mat chuo..."
Ashish ne us bite mark pe apna angutha ragada.
"Mera nishaan abhi bhi hai. Dard hota hai?"
Geeti ka poora shareer weak pad gaya. Alcohol ki wajah se uski resistance khatam ho chuki thi.
"H-haan..." usne whisper kiya.
Ashish muskuraaya.
"Good."
Usne jhuk kar Geeti ki gardan (neck) pe ek halka sa kiss kiya—bas ek feather touch.
Aur phir Geeti ke kaan mein bola:
"Aaj raat jab Rohit tumhe chuu raha hoga... toh sochna ki main hoon. Jaise us raat socha tha."
Bahar se Rohit ki awaaz aayi: "Ashish? Kahan reh gaye bhai? Drinks khatam ho gayi!"
Ashish turant peeche hata. Chehre pe wahi purani friendly smile aa gayi.
"Aa raha hoon!"
Usne Geeti ko aankh maari aur bahar chala gaya.
Geeti wahan khadi reh gayi... apne gale par haath rakhe hue, jahan Ashish ke lips lage the.
Uski panties gili ho chuki thi.
Aur sabse bada darr yeh tha—ki use Rohit se zyada Ashish ke wapas aane ka intezaar tha.

Jab sab dinner table par baithe, toh mahual badal chuka tha.
Rohit aur Ashish ek dusre ko dekh kar smirk kar rahe the.
Pranali ab Rohit ko chori-chori dekh rahi thi, table ke neeche apne pair se Rohit ke pair ko halka sa touch kar rahi thi. (Desperation aur nasha).
Aur Geeti... Geeti bas Ashish ki plate dekh rahi thi, aur soch rahi thi ki kaise uski life ek 'Dinner' se 'Disaster' aur 'Desire' ke beech mein fans gayi hai.
Rohit ne apna glass uthaya.
"To friendship... and sharing everything."
Ashish ne Geeti ki aankhon mein dekhte hue glass uthaya.
"Yes... sharing is caring."
Geeti aur Pranali ne apne apne glass uthaye... haath kaanp rahe the, par nasha chad chuka tha.
Raat abhi shuru hui thi.

Dinner table par baatein chal rahi thi, lekin glass khaali ho chuke the. Rohit, jo ab tak Pranali ke saath aankhon hi aankhon mein khel raha tha, achanak glass table par rakhte hue bola.
"Yaar Ashish, ice khatam ho gayi hai. Aur soda bhi bas last sip bacha hai."
Ashish, jo Geeti ko lagataar ghoor raha tha, apni chair se utha. "Koi nahi, main neeche shop se le aata hoon. 5 minute lagenge."
Rohit ne turant Geeti ki taraf dekha. Geeti abhi thodi hosh mein thi, jabki Pranali kaafi high ho chuki thi aur sofa pe leti hui thi.
"Ashish akela jayega toh haath bhare honge," Rohit ne Geeti ke kandhe par haath rakha. "Geeti, tum chali jao saath mein. Thoda help ho jayegi, aur waise bhi... tumhe thodi fresh air ki zarurat hai. Tumhara chehra laal ho raha hai."
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadka. Ashish ke saath akele? Neeche?
Usne Rohit ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahan koi shaq nahi tha, bas ek bharosa tha... ya shayad ek order.
"H-haan... theek hai," Geeti ne dheere se kaha aur uth gayi.
Pranali ne nashe mein haath hilaya, "Jaldi aana... party abhi baaki hai!"
The Walk Down: Teasing the flame
Lift ka darwaza band hua, aur us chhote se metal box mein sirf Ashish aur Geeti the.
Geeti ne apne aap ko corner mein simat liya, apni black net saree ka pallu adjust karte hue. Uski nangi peeth (bare back) lift ke thande mirror se halki si touch ho rahi thi, jisse uske jism mein thari si daud gayi.
Ashish ne mirror mein Geeti ki reflection dekhi.
"Rohit sahi keh raha tha..." Ashish ne deep voice mein kaha, bina Geeti ki taraf mude.
Geeti ne sharmate hue pucha, "Kya?"
Ashish ghum kar uske saamne aa gaya.
"Tumhe fresh air ki nahi... meri zarurat thi."
Geeti ka chehra tamtama gaya. Usne nazrein jhuka li, par uske honthon pe ek halki si muskaan aa gayi—woh muskaan jo guilty thi, par rok nahi paayi.
"Tum bohot... bure ho, Ashish. Wahan upar Rohit hai, Pranali hai... aur tum yahan bhi shuru ho gaye."
Ashish ne ek step aage liya. Lift ground floor pe pahunchne wali thi.
"Bure toh hum dono hain, Geeti. Tumne mana kyun nahi kiya aane se? Tum chahti thi na mere saath akele hona?"
Geeti ne jawaab nahi diya, bas apne neeche waley honth ko daanton tale daba liya. Yeh ek 'Haan' tha.
The Dark Corner: Wall Against The Wall
Building ke neeche, parking lot ke paas sannata tha. Thodi door par watchman tha, lekin Ashish ne Geeti ko building ke side wale andhere hisse (blind spot) ki taraf lead kiya, jahan unki gaadi khadi thi.
"Samaan toh shop se lena hai na?" Geeti ne pucha, jab Ashish ne rasta badal diya.
"Samaan baad mein..." Ashish ne uska haath pakda aur ek jhatke se use deeewar (wall) se laga diya.
Geeti ki peeth thandi deewar se takraayi. Uske munh se ek "Ah!" nikla, lekin Ashish ne turant apna haath uske munh ke paas rakh diya.
"Shh... koi sun lega."
Geeti ki saansein tez ho gayi thi. Ashish ka poora shareer uske shareer se sata hua tha. Uski chhatii Geeti ke ubhre hue seene ko daba rahi thi.
"Ashish... Rohit wait kar raha hai..." Geeti ne kamzor si virodh (protest) ki, lekin uske haath Ashish ke chest par the, use dhakka nahi de rahe the, balki uski shirt ko pakad rahe the.
Ashish ne smirk kiya. "Rohit wait kar sakta hai. Lekin main nahi."
Usne apna chehra jhukaya. Geeti ki aankhen apne aap band ho gayi.
Pehle usne Geeti ki gardan par wahi bite mark ko sunga, phir wahan ek gila kiss kiya. Geeti ne apna sar peeche phenk diya, uska throat expose ho gaya.
"Tumhe pata hai tum is black saree mein kya lag rahi ho?" Ashish ne whisper kiya. "Ek tohfa... jo sirf khulne ka intezaar kar raha hai."
Aur phir, bina koi warning diye, Ashish ne Geeti ke honthon ko apne honthon mein qaid kar liya.
The Kiss: Wet, Wild, & Guilty
Yeh kiss soft nahi tha. Yeh bhookha tha.
Ashish ne Geeti ke neeche wale honth ko mooh mein lekar chusa, phir apni jeebh (tongue) uske mooh ke andar daal di.
Geeti pehle ek second ke liye stiff hui—Rohit ka khayal aaya—lekin Ashish ki jeebh ka taste aur uski pakad ne usse pighla diya.
Geeti ne apna mooh khol diya.
Dono ki jeebhein ek dusre se ladne lagi. Saliva (Laar) exchange ho rahi thi. Geeti ne pehli baar itni intensity se kiss kiya tha. Woh halki halki moans kar rahi thi—"Mmmh... Ashish..."—jo Ashish ke mooh mein hi dab gayi.
Ashish ka ek haath Geeti ki kamar par tha, jo saree ke through uski skin ko masal raha tha.
Dusra haath upar gaya... aur usne Geeti ke blouse ke upar se uske breast ko poori taqat se dabaya.
Velvet blouse ke andar Geeti ka nipple ekdum hard ho gaya. Ashish ki ungliyaan uske boob ko squeeze kar rahi thi, shape bigaad rahi thi. Geeti ne apni taangein (legs) thodi close kar li, kyunki uski panties mein baadh aa chuki thi.
Woh deewar se aur chipak gayi, Ashish ko apne upar aur kheench liya.
Is pal mein... woh bhool gayi thi ki upar uska pati hai. Woh bhool gayi thi ki yeh galat hai.
Use bas yeh ganda, chori-chupa maza chahiye tha.
Ashish ne kiss toda, dono haanf rahe the. Unke honthon ke beech ek saliva ki taar (string) judi hui thi jo toot gayi.
Ashish ne Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha—jo ab nashiili aur surrender se bhari thi.
"Tasty..." Ashish ne ungli se Geeti ke gile honth ponche aur wohi ungli apne mooh mein le li.
Geeti ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne sharam aur excitement mein apna chehra chupa liya.
"Humein... humein jaana chahiye. Please."
Ashish ne muskura kar uske baal theek kiye.
"Chalo. Lekin yaad rakhna Geeti... tumhari lipstick abhi mere mooh par hai. Aur mera taste tumhare mooh mein."
Going Back Up: The Secret Walk
Unhone jaldi se shop se soda aur ice li.
Jab woh wapas lift mein aaye, toh Geeti mirror mein apne aap ko dekh rahi thi.
Uski lipstick thodi faili hui thi (smudged), jise usne jaldi se tissue se theek kiya. Blouse thoda tedha ho gaya tha, use adjust kiya.
Par uski aankhon mein jo chamak thi... woh chupayi nahi ja sakti thi.
Ashish ne lift ka button dabaya aur Geeti ke kaan mein dheere se kaha:
"Upar jaake Rohit ko dekhna... aur sochna ki abhi kiske honth tumhare honthon par the."
Lift ka darwaza khula.
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li, chehre pe ek jhoothi normal smile chipkayi, aur wapas us room mein kadam rakha jahan uska pati uska intezaar kar raha tha—anjaan (ya shayad sab jaanta hua).
Game ab aur bhi khatarnaak mod le chuka tha.



Darwaza band hone ki awaaz ke saath hi living room mein ek bhaari sannata chhaa gaya. Ashish aur Geeti neeche gaye the, aur upar... Rohit aur Pranali akele the.
Pranali sofa par leti hui thi, ek haath mein khaali glass pakde hue. Uski aankhen nashiili thi, kajal thoda faila hua tha, aur maroon dress uske curves par kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipki hui thi. Alcohol ka nasha aur Ashish ki ignorancy ne uske andar ek toofan khada kar diya tha.
Rohit, jo ab tak door ke paas khada tha, dheere se mudda aur shikaari ki tarah chalta hua sofa ke paas aaya.
Pranali ne glass table par patka aur badbadayi, "Woh mujhe dekhta bhi nahi hai... usse lagta hai main furniture hoon is ghar ka. Saja ke rakha hai, par kabhi chhuo mat."
Rohit ne sofa ke edge par baithte hue, Pranali ke bikhre hue baalon ko uske chehre se hataya.
"Woh andha hai, Pranali," Rohit ne heavy voice mein kaha. "Koi pagal hi hoga jo tum jaisi aurat ko ignore karega. Main toh jab se aaya hoon... meri nazrein tumhare is dress se hat hi nahi rahi."
Pranali ne Rohit ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein gussa tha, par usse zyada ek craving thi—kisi ke dwara chaahe jaane ki bhookh.
"Tum... tum bohot bure ho, Rohit," Pranali ne nashe mein ladkhadati awaaz mein kaha. "Tum mere pati ke dost ho... aur tum mujhe aise dekh rahe ho jaise..."
Rohit jhuka, uska chehra Pranali ke chehre ke bilkul kareeb tha.
"...Jaise main tumhe khana chahta hoon?"
Pranali ki saansein atak gayi. Usne naa nahi kaha. Usne bas apni aankhen band kar li aur apna chehra thoda upar utha diya—ek silent invitation.
The Explosion of Passion
Rohit ne bina waqt ganwaye apne honth Pranali ke honthon par rakh diye.
Yeh kiss shuruwat mein soft nahi tha—yeh gusse aur passion ka mix tha. Pranali ne turant respond kiya. Usne apne dono haath Rohit ke gale mein daal diye aur use neeche kheench liya.
"Mmhmmm..."
Dono ke beech ek jung shuru ho gayi. Pranali apna sara frustration us kiss mein nikaal rahi thi. Woh Rohit ke honthon ko kaat rahi thi, chus rahi thi.
Rohit ne apni jeebh (tongue) uske mooh ke andar daal di, aur Pranali ne apni jeebh se uska swagat kiya.
Saliva exchange ho raha tha, gile sounds room ki shanti ko tod rahe the.
Rohit ka haath Pranali ki gardan se neeche gaya, uske shoulder se hota hua... seedha uske boobs par.
Us maroon dress ka gala kaafi deep tha, aur Rohit ka haath aasani se uske naram maans (flesh) ko dhoondh laya.
Pranali ne ek zor ki saans li jab Rohit ne uske breast ko poore panje se pakad kar squeeze (press) kiya.
"Ahhh... Rohit..."
"Bolo..." Rohit ne kiss tod kar uske honthon ke bilkul paas whisper kiya. "Kaisa lag raha hai? Ashish karta hai aise?"
Pranali ki aankhen aansuon aur hawas se bhari thi.
"Nahi... woh nahi karta... woh mujhe chuta bhi nahi hai..." Pranali ne rote hue, par moaning tone mein kaha. "Main cheat kar rahi hoon... main Ashish ko dhokha de rahi hoon... I am a bad wife..."
Rohit ne uske doosre boob ko bhi dabaya, uska angutha dress ke upar se hi nipple ko ragad raha tha.
"Tum bad wife nahi ho... tum bas ek aurat ho jise pyar chahiye. Aur agar woh nahi dega... toh main dunga."
Pranali ne Rohit ka sar pakad kar wapas apne honthon par kheench liya.
"Mujhe chahiye... Rohit, please... mujhe yeh chahiye. I want this."
Ab kiss aur gehra ho gaya tha. Rohit poori tarah Pranali ke upar jhuka hua tha. Pranali ki taangein (legs) jo sofa se neeche thi, ab Rohit ki kamar ke aas paas lapetne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Uski tight dress upar chadh gayi thi, uski smooth thighs expose ho gayi thi.
Rohit ka haath uski thighs par gaya, skin ko feel karte hue upar badha.
Pranali pagal ho rahi thi. Usne Rohit ki shirt ko kheenchna shuru kar diya.
"Tumhe hotel mein choda tha... yaad hai?" Rohit ne uske kaan mein kaata.
"Haan... haan yaad hai... sab yaad hai..." Pranali ne haanfte hue kaha.
Rohit ne wapas uske mooh ko capture kiya—ek deep, tongue-to-tongue smooch. Pranali ka lipstick Rohit ke mooh par fail gaya tha. Woh poori tarah Rohit ke control mein thi, guilt ke bawajood woh us pal mein sirf aur sirf maza le rahi thi.
The Interruption
Unka passion apne peak par tha. Rohit ka haath bas uski panties ke andar jaane hi wala tha ki tabhi—
KHAT-KHAT... CLICK.
Darwaze ke lock mein chabi ghumne ki awaaz aayi.
Dono ko jaise current laga.
Rohit ek jhatke se peeche hata. Pranali ghabrahat mein uth kar baith gayi.
Usne jaldi se apni dress neeche kheenchi jo thighs tak chadh gayi thi. Apne baal theek kiye. Rohit ne jaldi se apni shirt adjust ki aur sofa ke doosre kone mein jaakar baith gaya, apna phone nikaal liya jaise kuch check kar raha ho.
Pranali ka dil gale mein atak gaya tha. Usne jaldi se tissue se apne faili hui lipstick ko saaf kiya, par uske honth abhi bhi laal aur सूजे (swollen) the.



Darwaza khula.
Ashish aur Geeti andar aaye.
Ashish ke haath mein soda bottles thi, aur Geeti... Geeti ka chehra thoda flushed tha, baal thode bikhre hue the (jo lift mein hue the), aur woh nazrein chura rahi thi.
Ashish ne ek nazar Rohit par daali, phir Pranali par.
Pranali ki saansein abhi bhi tez thi, aur Rohit ke chehre par ek shaitani sukoon tha.
Ashish samajh gaya.
Usne ek halki si smile di—woh smile jo kehti thi: "Plan kaam kar raha hai."
"Aa gaye hum," Ashish ne normal tone mein kaha. "Soda mil gaya."
Rohit ne sar uthaya, aankhon mein ek chamak thi.
"Great. Yahan toh hum... bas baatein hi kar rahe the. Intezaar kar rahe the."
Pranali ne Ashish ki taraf dekha, darr tha ki kahin woh pakad na le. Par Ashish ne usse ignore kiya aur seedha kitchen ki taraf badh gaya.
Geeti chupchaap aakar Rohit ke bagal mein baith gayi. Uski body se Ashish ki scent aa rahi thi, aur Rohit ki body se Pranali ki.
Charon wapas saath the. Par ab woh charon... gunehgaar (guilty) the.

Ashish kitchen se wapas aaya, haath mein soda aur ice ki tray thi. Usne tray table par rakhi aur ek gehri saans lete hue pure room ka jaayza liya.
Mahual mein ek ajeeb si bhaari hawa thi—woh hawa jo tab banti hai jab kamre mein char log hon, lekin raaz chaalis hon.
The Inspection (Nazron ka Khel)
Ashish ne sabse pehle apni biwi, Pranali, ki taraf dekha.
Pranali sofa ke kone mein simti hui thi, apni dress ki neckline baar-baar theek kar rahi thi. Lekin Ashish ki tez nazron ne woh dekh liya jo Pranali chupana chahti thi.
Uski lipstick faili hui (smudged) thi—sirf honthon par nahi, balki thodi si chin ke neeche bhi, jaise kisi ne wahan rough kiss kiya ho. Uske baal, jo shaam ko set the, ab thode uljhe hue the. Aur uski saansein abhi bhi normal nahi hui thi.
Ashish ne ek slow, wicked smile ke saath Rohit ki taraf dekha.
Rohit wahan baitha tha, relaxed, shirt ke upar ke do buttons khule hue, aur chehre par ek shaitani sukoon.
"Tune meri biwi ka mooh bigaad diya," Ashish ki aankhen keh rahi thi.
Dusri taraf, Rohit ne apna glass uthaya aur Geeti ko scan kiya.
Geeti abhi bhi haanf rahi thi. Uske gaal tamtamaye hue the (flushed). Uski black net saree ka pallu thoda tedha tha, aur sabse important—uske honth (lips).
Woh sooje hue (swollen) lag rahe the, jaise kisi ne unhe kaat-kaat kar laal kar diya ho.
Rohit ne Ashish ki taraf dekha aur apna glass hawa mein uthaya—ek silent toast.
"Aur tune meri biwi ke honthon ko chakh liya."
Dono mardon ke beech ek silent understanding thi. Bina ek shabd bole, unhone ek dusre ko badhai de di thi.
Mission Accomplished.
The Last Drink
"Chalo," Ashish ne bottle uthate hue kaha. "Ek aakhri drink banti hai. Is shaam ke naam."
Geeti ne mana karna chaha, "Nahi Ashish... mujhe chadh gayi hai. Aur nahi."
Ashish ne uski aankhon mein dekha—wahi aankhen jo kuch der pehle lift mein surrender kar chuki thi.
"Arre bhabhi, bas ek sip. Galti maaf karne ke liye aur nayi shuruwat ke liye."
'Galti' shabd sunte hi Geeti aur Pranali dono chonk gayi. Dono ko laga shayad unki chori pakdi gayi. Lekin Ashish aur Rohit bas muskura rahe the.
Charon ne glass takraye.
"Cheers."
Pranali ne ek hi saans mein apna drink khatam kiya, taaki woh Rohit ke saath hue us 'moment' ko bhula sake (ya shayad yaad rakh sake).
Rohit ne table ke neeche se apna pair aage badhaya aur Pranali ke pair ko halka sa touch kiya. Pranali ne turant pair peeche kheench liya, par uske chehre par darr ke saath ek thrill bhi tha.
The Departure (Vidaai)
Raat ke 11 baj chuke the. Jaane ka waqt ho gaya tha.
Rohit utha aur apni keys uthayi. "Chalo Geeti, late ho raha hai."
Geeti ladkhadati hui uthi. Uska sar ghoom raha tha—nashe se kam, aur Ashish ke kiss se zyada.
Darwaze par charon ikathhe hue.
Rohit ne Pranali ki taraf haath badhaya. "Goodnight, Pranali. Dinner... aur company... dono lajawab the."
Pranali ne hichkichate hue haath milaya. Rohit ne uske haath ko thoda zyada der tak aur thoda tight pakad ke rakha. Uski ungli ne Pranali ki hatheli (palm) mein ek halka sa scratch kiya.
Pranali ki aankhen badi ho gayi, par woh chup rahi.
"Goodnight, Rohit," usne dheere se kaha.
Dusri taraf, Ashish Geeti ke paas khada tha.
"Bye Geeti," Ashish ne kaha aur aage jhuka, jaise sirf formal hug ke liye.
Lekin jab woh paas aaya, toh usne Geeti ke kaan ke paas apna mooh le jaake sirf itna kaha:
"Lipstick theek kar lena ghar jaake... Rohit ko shaq ho jayega."
Geeti ka poora shareer thanda pad gaya. Usne darr ke maare Ashish ko dekha, jo bas ek innocent smile de raha tha.

Rohit aur Geeti car mein baithe. Sannata tha.
Rohit ne gadi start ki aur road par le aaya. Beech-beech mein woh Geeti ko dekh raha tha.
Geeti window se bahar dekh rahi thi, baar-baar apne honth saaf kar rahi thi, Ashish ki baat sunkar darr gayi thi.
"Maza aaya aaj?" Rohit ne achanak pucha.
Geeti hadbada gayi. "H-haan... theek tha."
Rohit ne apna haath Geeti ki thigh (jaangh) par rakha. Geeti uchhal padi.
"Kya hua?" Rohit ne pucha. "Darr kyun rahi ho? Pati hoon main tumhara."
"Kuch nahi... bas thak gayi hoon," Geeti ne bahana banaya.
Rohit ne smirk kiya. "Thak gayi ho? Ya Ashish ne neeche shop le jaate waqt zyada help le li tumse?"
Geeti ka dil ruk gaya. "Kya matlab?"
"Mazak kar raha hoon baba," Rohit hansa, par uski pakad Geeti ki thigh par tight ho gayi. "Waise tumhare honth kaafi sooj gaye hain. Lagta hai vodka kuch zyada hi strong thi."
Geeti ne kuch nahi bola. Woh bas dua kar rahi thi ki ghar jaldi aa jaye.
Par andar hi andar... usse Ashish ke wo 5 minute yaad aa rahe the. Aur sharam ke bawajood... woh gili ho rahi thi.
Back at Ashish's Home (Ashish & Pranali)
Darwaza band hote hi, Ashish ka chehra badal gaya. Woh friendly host se wapas cold husband ban gaya.
Pranali wahan khadi thi, abhi bhi us nashiile 'Rohit-effect' mein.
"Main... main sone ja rahi hoon," Pranali ne kaha.
Ashish ne usse roka nahi. Usne bas sofa par bikhre hue cushions ko dekha—jahan Rohit aur Pranali the.
Usne wahan gira hua ek tissue uthaya, jis par Pranali ki maroon lipstick lagi thi.
Ashish ne woh tissue uthakar Pranali ko dikhaya.
"Apna saboot chhod gayi thi tum, Pranali."
Pranali ki aankhen phati ki phati reh gayi.
"Woh... main..."
Ashish ne tissue dustbin mein phenka aur apne bedroom ki taraf chala gaya.
"Safai kar lena. Kal baat karenge."
Pranali wahi khadi reh gayi—guilt, darr aur excitement ke bhawar mein.
Aaj ki raat khatam hui thi.
Lekin The Swap ka asli khel abhi bas shuru hua tha.

[Joker44]

Almost 95% of the story has already been written by me, so it’s not stopping here. I’ll be sharing 2–3 updates every week, and the entire story will be completed within a month.

[jain.varsha]

Very Nice Update..Thankyou Mr. Joker44

[Joker44]

Ghar ka darwaza khulte hi Geeti ladkhada gayi. Vodka ka nasha ab uske sar par poori tarah chadh chuka tha. Deewaron ki lines hil rahi thi, aur pairon ke neeche zameen ghoom rahi thi.
Rohit ne turant usse kamar se pakad liya. "Sambhal ke..."
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Rohit ki scent uske naak mein gayi, lekin uska dimaag abhi bhi us lift ki thandi hawa aur Ashish ki us junglee khushboo mein ataka hua tha.
"Main... main theek hoon. Bas thoda chakkar aa raha hai," Geeti ne apne maathe ko ragadte hue kaha.
Rohit ne koi jawaab nahi diya. Usne Geeti ko bedroom mein le jaakar bed ke edge par bithaya. Geeti ki black net saree ab thodi bikhri hui thi. Pallu gir gaya tha, aur uska deep neck velvet blouse uske gore ubhaar (curves) ko almost aadha dikha raha tha.
Rohit uske saamne ghutnon par baith gaya aur uske joote utaarne laga. Geeti use dekh rahi thi—apne pati ko, jo uski itni care kar raha tha. Par uski aankhon ke peeche, woh Ashish ke haathon ko yaad kar rahi thi jo kuch der pehle uski chhatii (chest) ko masal rahe the.

Rohit khada hua. Usne Geeti ka chehra apne haathon mein liya. Geeti ki aankhen nashiili thi, adkhuli.
Rohit ne jhuk kar usse kiss kiya. Yeh kiss soft shuru hua, par jaldi hi rough ho gaya. Rohit janna chahta tha ki Geeti kaise respond karegi. Geeti ne bhi respond kiya. Usne Rohit ke gale mein baahein daal di, aur usse apne paas kheench liya.
Par Geeti ke dimaag mein Rohit nahi tha. Woh aankhen band karke wahi lift wala scene replay kar rahi thi. Use lag raha tha ki yeh Ashish hai jo use ghar chhodne aaya hai aur ab use bed par le jaa raha hai.
Rohit ne kiss karte hue apna haath uski gardan par rakha—theek wahi jahan Ashish ne pehle kaata tha. Aur phir... Rohit ne jaan-boojh kar wahi bite mark par apne daant gadhaye aur zor se kaat (bite) liya.
Dard aur pleasure ka ek current Geeti ke poore shareer mein daud gaya.
"Ahhh... Ashish..."
Geeti ke mooh se woh naam nikal gaya. Zor se. Saaf. Ek dum hawas mein duba hua.

Naam nikalte hi Geeti ki aankhen phat gayi. Nasha jaise ek second ke liye hawa ho gaya. Rohit peeche hat gaya. Uska chehra shaant tha, par aankhen Geeti ko cheer rahi thi.
Room mein maut jaisa sannata tha.
Geeti kaanpne lagi. Usne apna mooh haath se dhak liya. "R-Rohit... main... woh... galti se..." Uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Mujhe maaf kar do... please... main pata nahi kya bol gayi... mera dimaag theek nahi hai..."
Woh umeed kar rahi thi ki Rohit chillayega, gussa karega, shayad thappad bhi maare.
Lekin Rohit ne aisa kuch nahi kiya. Usne ek gehri saans li, aur ek ajeeb si muskaan ke saath Geeti ke paas wapas baith gaya.



"Shhh... Shant ho jao, Geeti," Rohit ne uske kaanpte hue haathon ko apne haath mein liya.
Geeti shock mein thi. "Tum... tum gussa nahi ho?"
Rohit ne uski aankhon mein dekha. "Gussa? Kyun? Kyunki tumne sach bola?"
Geeti ki saansein atak gayi.
"Geeti... main andha nahi hoon," Rohit ne soft, hypnotic voice mein kaha. "Main dekh raha tha tum dono ko. Dinner pe... dance floor pe... aur jab tum neeche gayi thi. Tumhari aankhon mein woh nasha tha jo mere liye kabhi nahi hota."
Geeti rone lagi. "Rohit, main kasam khati hoon maine kuch galat nahi kiya..." (Jhooth, jo woh khud se bol rahi thi).
Rohit ne uske honthon pe ungli rakh di. "It's okay, Geeti. Relax. Insan hain hum... fantasy kisi ke baare mein bhi ho sakti hai. Ashish handsome hai, charming hai... tum attract ho gayi. Isme koi paap nahi hai."
Geeti confuse thi. Uska pati usse console kar raha hai ki woh dusre mard ke baare mein soche?
Rohit thoda aur kareeb aaya, uska haath Geeti ki thigh (jaangh) par gaya, saree ke upar se. "Main chahta hoon tum khush raho... tum satisfy raho. Agar Ashish ka khayal tumhe turn on karta hai... toh use roko mat."
"M-matlab?" Geeti ne haklaate hue pucha.
Rohit ne uske kaan ke paas whisper kiya. "Ek game khelte hain aaj. Roleplay."
Geeti ne sar hilaya. "Roleplay? Kya hota hai woh?"
Rohit: "Aaj raat... main Rohit nahi hoon." Usne Geeti ki saree ka pallu gira diya. "Socho ki main Rohit nahi... Ashish hoon."
Geeti jhatke se peeche hatti. "Nahi! Nahi Rohit... yeh galat hai. Yeh paap hai. Main aisa nahi kar sakti."
"Kyun nahi?" Rohit ne usse wapas kheencha, thoda sakhti se. "Hum pati-patni hain. Humare beech sab chalta hai. Agar tumhe Ashish chahiye... toh main Ashish ban jaunga. Tumhari fantasy poori ho jayegi, aur meri bhi."
Geeti ka dimaag ghoom raha tha. "Lekin... lekin..."
Rohit ne uski gardan ko pakda aur wahi bite mark par ungli feri. "Aankhen band karo, Geeti." (Order tha yeh).
Geeti ne darrte hue aankhen band ki.
"Ab socho..." Rohit ki awaaz heavy aur seductive ho gayi. "Tum lift mein ho... andhera hai... aur main tumhare paas aa raha hoon. Main Rohit nahi hoon... main wohi hoon jisne tumhe neeche chhua tha."
Rohit ne apna haath Geeti ke blouse ke andar daala aur uske nange breast ko pakad liya. "Bolo Geeti... kaun chhu raha hai tumhe?"
Geeti ka shareer akad gaya, phir dheere dheere pighalne laga. Alcohol, darr, aur chhupi hui hawas—sab mil gaye.
"Bolo..." Rohit ne nipple ko zor se pinch kiya.
Geeti ki saans toot gayi. "A-Ashish..." usne whisper kiya.
Rohit muskuraaya. "Good girl."


Rohit ne Geeti ko bed par lita diya. Geeti ki aankhen band thi. Rohit ne uske upar chadhte hue, apne tareeke badal diye. Woh ab soft Rohit ki tarah nahi, balki thoda rough, thoda dominant Ashish ki tarah behave kar raha tha.
"Tumhari saree..." Rohit ne (Ashish ki tone copy karte hue) kaha, "...bohot tang kar rahi hai."
Usne Geeti ki saree ko neeche se kheenchna shuru kiya. Geeti ke dimaag mein andhera tha. Us andhere mein, uske upar Rohit nahi, Ashish tha. Wahi khushboo, wahi touch.
Geeti ne apni taangein (legs) thodi khol di. Uski panty jo pehle se thodi gili thi, ab poori tarah se bheeg (soaked) chuki thi. Usse yakin nahi ho raha tha ki woh apne pati ke saath leti hai, par naam kisi aur ka le rahi hai... aur uska pati isse encourage kar raha hai.
"Ashish..." Geeti ne phir se moan kiya, apni peeth ko arch karte hue. "Tum... tum galat kar rahe ho..." (Ek weak protest).
Rohit ne uske kaan ko kaata. "Galat hi toh karna hai, Geeti. Tabhi toh maza aayega."
Usne Geeti ka haath pakad ke apne lund par rakha. "Dekho... main tumhare liye kitna hard hoon."
Geeti ne feel kiya. Woh Rohit ka lund tha... par us pal mein, uski fantasy mein, woh Ashish ka lund ban chuka tha.
Geeti ne ek gehri, gandi saans li. Uska guilt ab hawas ke neeche dab gaya tha. Usne apni ungliyaan Rohit ke baalon mein daali aur use neeche kheench liya.
"Mujhe le lo..." Geeti ne haanfte hue kaha, aankhen abhi bhi band thi. "...Ashish."
Rohit ke chehre par jeet ki muskaan thi. Usne apni patni ko share karna shuru kar diya tha... bina kisi teesre ke kamre mein hote hue bhi.
Ab bas use tootna baaki tha.




Room mein AC ki thandak thi, lekin bed par aag lagi hui thi.
Rohit ne Geeti ki taangein (legs) utha kar apne kandho par rakh li thi. Woh uske upar ek haavi jaanwar ki tarah jhuka hua tha. Geeti ki aankhen band thi, uska chehra paseene se bheega hua tha, aur uski black net saree ab kamar tak chadh chuki thi, ek gande, uljhe hue dher ki tarah.

Rohit ne bina kisi warning ke ek zor ka thrust maara—poora lund jad tak andar.
"Ahhhhhhh! Ashiiiiiish!"
Geeti ki cheekh nikal gayi. Dard aur maze ka ek aisa mix jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya tha. Rohit ne ruka nahi. Usne pace pakad liya. Thap! Thap! Thap!
Skin se skin takrane ki awaaz pure room mein gunj rahi thi. Rohit aaj pyaar nahi kar raha tha... woh chod raha tha. Bilkul waise jaise Ashish ne bataya tha. Rough. Wild. Bina kisi ethics ke.
"Kaun hai tere andar?" Rohit ne gurrate hue pucha, thrust karte hue.
Geeti ka sar pillow par idhar-udhar ghoom raha tha. Uski ungliyaan bedsheet ko nichod rahi thi. "T-Tum... Ahhh... Ashish... tum ho... haan... aise hi..."
Rohit ka dimaag yeh sunkar phatne wala tha. Apni hi biwi ke mooh se apne dost ka naam sunna—woh bhi tab jab woh uske neeche tadap rahi ho—yeh uske liye ek alag hi level ka kink ban chuka tha.
"Zor se bol!" Rohit ne uske breast ko poori taqat se masla. "Kiska lund le rahi hai tu?"
Geeti poori tarah aapa kho chuki thi. Alcohol ka nasha, roleplay ka darr, aur Rohit ke jaanlewa strokes ne use pagal kar diya tha. "Tera... Ashish... tera lund... haan... mujhe tod do... please..."
Rohit ne speed aur badha di. Dono ab kutton (dogs) ki tarah haanf rahe the. Geeti ki panty jo abhi tak ek pair mein latak rahi thi, poori tarah gili ho chuki thi. Uske andar se juices nikal kar Rohit ke lund ko aur chikna bana rahe the.
Geeti apni kamar ko Rohit ke har dhakke ke saath upar utha rahi thi. Woh bhool gayi thi ki woh ek pativrata biwi hai. Is waqt woh bas ek aurat thi jise apni pyaas bujhani thi.
"Fuck... Geeti... tu kitni tight hai..." Rohit ne groan kiya.
Geeti ne apni aankhen kholi—dhundhli, nashiili. Use Rohit ka chehra dikh raha tha, par dimaag mein Ashish ki image thi. "Aur andar... Ashish... rukna mat... aaaaah!"




Rohit ab apne edge par tha. Geeti ki pussy uske lund ko aise squeeze kar rahi thi jaise nichod legi. "Main... main cum karne wala hoon..." Rohit chillaya.
Geeti ne apni taangein Rohit ki kamar ke peeche lock kar li. "Mujhe bhar do... Ashish... mujhe poora bhar do!"
Rohit ne aakhri 4-5 thrusts maare—itne deep aur itne fast ki bed ki springs cheekh uthi. Aur phir...
"Fuuuuccckkkk!"
Rohit ka poora shareer akad gaya. Usne Geeti ke andar apna garam laava (cum) pump karna shuru kar diya. Ek ke baad ek thick spurts Geeti ke womb tak ja rahe the.
Saath hi Geeti ka shareer bhi kaanp utha. "Aaaaaaahhhh!" Uski pussy zor se contract hui, aur usne bhi apna paani chhod diya. Rohit ka cum aur Geeti ka juice milkar ek messy flood ban gaya.
Dono ek doosre se chipke hue, heavily breathe kar rahe the. Rohit Geeti ke upar gir gaya, uska lund abhi bhi andar tha, throbbing.
Geeti ka poora shareer shiver (kaanp) kar raha tha. Aisa orgasm... itni intensity... usne Rohit ke saath 1.5 saal mein kabhi feel nahi kiya tha. Kyunki aaj... dimaag mein 'Pati' nahi, 'Lover' tha.


Kuch minutes tak sannata raha. Sirf AC ki awaaz aur unki bhari saansein. Paseene ki, sex ki, aur alcohol ki smell pure bed par faili thi.
Rohit dheere se side mein luta, par Geeti ko apni baahon mein lapet liya. Geeti abhi bhi haanf rahi thi, aankhen band thi. Rohit ne uske gile baalon ko peeche kiya aur uske maathe ko chooma.
"Maza aaya?" Rohit ne dheere se pucha.
Geeti ne aankhen kholi. Uski aankhon mein ab guilt kam, aur ek ajeeb sa sukoon zyada tha. Usne bina kuch bole... haan mein sar hila diya (nodded yes).
Rohit ne smirk kiya. "Maine suna tum kiska naam le rahi thi..."
Geeti sharam se Rohit ke seene mein muh chupa gayi. "Sorry... woh bas..."
Rohit ne uska chehra upar uthaya. "Sorry mat bolo. Mujhe pasand aaya. Bohot pasand aaya."
Geeti ne hairaani se use dekha.
Rohit: "Jab tum uska naam le rahi thi... tum khul gayi thi, Geeti. Tumne apne aap ko rokna band kar diya tha. Dekho khud ko... tum abhi bhi kaanp rahi ho."
Geeti chup rahi. Woh jaanti thi Rohit sach bol raha hai. Yeh sex... alag tha. Better tha.
Rohit ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue agla daaw khela. "Hum aise... kabhi-kabhi kar sakte hain. Roleplay. Fantasy. Agar isse humein maza aata hai... toh kyun nahi?"
Geeti ka dimaag abhi bhi sunn tha. Ek taraf sanskaar the, dusri taraf woh thrill jo usne abhi mehsoos kiya tha. Usne socha—Agar Rohit ko problem nahi hai... aur mujhe itna maza aa raha hai... toh kya harj hai? Aur sabse badi baat—is bahane woh Ashish ko mehsoos kar sakti thi, bina cheat kiye (technically).
Rohit ne phir pucha: "Bolo... karein kabhi-kabhi?"
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Apne hothon ko lick kiya jo abhi bhi soojhe hue the. Usne Rohit ki aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se, par saaf kaha:
"Haan... mujhe yeh chahiye."
Rohit muskuraaya aur use tight hug kar liya. "Good girl."

 Geeti ko lag raha tha woh sirf ek 'fantasy' ke liye haan bol rahi hai. Par Rohit jaanta tha... ki aaj usne Geeti ke dimaag ka darwaza khol diya hai. Agli baar... asli Ashish hoga. Aur Geeti ko pata bhi nahi chalega ki kab fantasy reality ban gayi.
Game Set. Match Point.




Hafta beet raha tha, lekin Pranali ke ghar ka mausam badalne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Ashish ne apne plan ka agla hissa shuru kar diya tha—Emotional Starvation .
Jitna Geeti Rohit ke saath "Roleplay" ke naam par khul rahi thi, utna hi Pranali Ashish ki chuppi se ghut rahi thi.

Subah ke 8 baje the. Pranali ne aaj jaan-boojh kar shower lene ke baad sirf towel lapeta hua tha. Woh bedroom mein aayi, baalon se paani tapak raha tha, aur uska gora jism towel ke kinaaron se jhank raha tha.
Ashish mirror ke saamne tie baandh raha tha. Pranali dbeere se uske peeche aayi aur uske kamar par haath rakha.
"Ashish... aaj jaldi aa sakte ho? Bohot din ho gaye humne saath mein dinner nahi kiya."
Ashish ne mirror mein usse dekha—par uski aankhon mein koi desire nahi thi. Bas ek thandi, professional look thi. Usne Pranali ke haath hataye aur apni file uthayi.
"Nahi ho payega, Pranali. Hospital mein viral outbreak hai. Staff kam hai, mujhe extra shift karni padegi."
Pranali ka chehra utar gaya. "Par Ashish... tum roz yahi bolte ho. Main ghar pe bore ho jaati hoon. Mujhe tumhari zarurat hai..." (Usne apni body ko thoda Ashish se ragada, ek hint dene ke liye).
Ashish ne ek kadam peeche liya, jaise usse current laga ho. "Please Pranali, subah subah shuru mat ho jao. Main thaka hua hoon, aur kaam ka stress bohot hai. Tumhara ye romance mujhe abhi disturb karta hai."
Yeh sunkar Pranali ke aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Disturb? Uski patni ka pyaar use disturb lag raha hai? "Theek hai... jao apne patients ke paas," Pranali ne gusse aur dukh mein kaha.
Ashish bina mudde chala gaya. Jaate waqt uske chehre par ek shaitani muskaan thi. Woh jaanta tha—bhookh jitni badhegi, khana utna hi tasty lagega.

Poora din Pranali ghar pe akeli thi. Uska dimaag ghoom raha tha. "Kya main attractive nahi rahi? Kya Ashish mujhse bore ho gaya hai?"
Lekin phir... use Rohit yaad aaya. Hotel ka woh kamra. Barish. Kaise Rohit ne usse dekha tha—jaise woh duniya ki sabse sexy aurat ho. Kaise usne uske pairon ko chooma tha. Kaise usne usse poora bhar diya tha.
Pranali apne bed pe leti thi, haath apne aap uski thighs ke beech chale gaye. Ashish usse chhu nahi raha tha, par uska jism maang raha tha. Usne apni aankhen band ki aur Rohit ka touch imagine kiya. "Rohit hota toh abhi mujhe aise nahi chhodta..."
Usne apne aap ko touch kiya, par climax nahi mila. Frustration aur badh gayi. Use asli mard chahiye tha, sirf ungliyaan nahi.

Raat ke 11:30 baje Ashish ghar aaya. Pranali abhi tak jaag rahi thi. Usne ek satin nighty pehni thi—maroon colour ki, jo uska cleavage dikha rahi thi. Yeh aakhri koshish thi.
Ashish room mein aaya, coat utaara aur seedha washroom chala gaya. Jab wapas aaya, toh T-shirt aur pyjama pehen kar seedha bed ki dusri taraf let gaya aur blanket odh liya.
Pranali shocked thi. "Ashish?"
"Hmm?" (Aankhen band kiye hue).
"Tum... tum mujhe dekhoge bhi nahi? Main wait kar rahi thi."
Ashish ne karwat li (peeth dikhate hue). "Pranali, main dead tired hoon. Kal subah jaldi OT hai. Please, light band kar do aur so jao."
Pranali ka dil toot gaya. Aur toote hue dil ke neeche... gussa ubalne laga. Woh wahan leti rahi, andhere mein Ashish ki saans sunte hue. Uski thighs ke beech ek aag thi jo Ashish bujhaane ko taiyaar nahi tha. Use feel ho raha tha ki woh unwanted hai, bekaar hai.
"Agar mera pati mujhe nahi chahta..." Pranali ne socha, "...toh koi aur toh hai jo mujhe paane ke liye tadap raha tha."

Raat ke 12:15 baj rahe the. Ashish gehri neend mein tha (ya natak kar raha tha). Pranali ko neend nahi aa rahi thi. Gussa, humiliation, aur hawas (lust) ka mix use chain lene nahi de raha tha.
Usne side table se apna phone uthaya. Brightness kam ki taaki Ashish ko pata na chale.
WhatsApp khola. Geeti ka last seen 10 baje ka tha. Lekin Rohit... Rohit Sharma: Online.
Pranali ka angutha (thumb) screen par ruka. Dimaag ne kaha: "Yeh galat hai. Mat kar." Jism ne kaha: "Tujhe attention chahiye. Tujhe pyaar chahiye. Tujhe koi aisa chahiye jo tujhe 'Tasty' bole."
Usne Rohit ki DP dekhi—wahi hotel wali selfie jo usne chupke se li thi jab Pranali so rahi thi (Rohit ne baad mein status lagayi thi hide karke sirf Pranali ke liye).
Pranali ki saansein tez ho gayi. Usne chat open ki. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Ek message... bas ek message sab badal dega.
Usne type kiya.
Pranali: "Hiii..."
Teen dots. Send.
Message deliver hua. Blue ticks immediately.
Pranali ne phone seene se laga liya. Darr bhi lag raha tha, aur ek ajeeb sa thrill bhi. Ab ball Rohit ke court mein thi.
(And little did she know... Rohit wahan apne phone ke saath isi message ka intezaar kar raha tha, Ashish ke update ke baad.)




Kamre mein ghup andhera tha, sirf AC ki light ki halki si green glow thi aur Ashish ke dheere-dheere saans lene ki awaaz. Pranali apne bistar ke kone mein sikudi hui thi, uska dil gale mein dhadak raha tha. Usne abhi-abhi Rohit ko message bheja tha.
‘Hiii...’
Phone ki screen roshan thi, aur woh blue ticks uske chehre par ek ghost light ki tarah pad rahe the.
Ek second... do second... Typing...
Pranali ki saans atak gayi. Rohit jaag raha tha. Sirf jaag nahi raha tha, shayad usi ka intezaar kar raha tha.

Rohit: “Arre? Doctor Madam? Itni raat gaye jaag rahi hain? Sab khairiyat?”
Pranali ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aa gayi—woh muskaan jo pichle 3 din se gayab thi. Ashish ne usse poocha tak nahi tha ki woh kaisi hai, aur Rohit ne pehle message mein hi haal pooch liya.
Pranali: “Bas... neend nahi aa rahi thi. Socha dekhun kaun online hai.”
Rohit: “Online toh poori duniya hai, Pranali. Par tumne mujhe message kiya... iska matlab main special hoon?” ?
Pranali ka dil zor se dhadka. Rohit direct tha, confident tha. Woh wahi kar raha tha jo Ashish nahi kar raha tha—usse special feel karana.
Pranali: “Zyada hawa mein mat udo. Bas dikh gaye toh msg kar diya. Ashish so gaya hai, toh bore ho rahi thi.”
(Usne Ashish ka naam jaan-boojh kar liya, khud ko yaad dilane ke liye ki woh shaadi-shuda hai. Par Rohit ne usse palat diya.)
Rohit: “Lucky man... jo tumhare bagal mein so raha hai. Agar main wahan hota, toh tumhe bore toh bilkul nahi hone deta.”
Pranali ne phone ko seene se laga liya. Uski thighs ke beech ek halki si hulchul hui. Woh jaanti thi Rohit kis baare mein baat kar raha hai. Woh hotel room waali raat.
Pranali: “Tum bohot badmaash ho, Rohit. Sudhroge nahi?”
Rohit: “Sudhar gaya toh tumhe maza kaise aayega? Waise, DP change ki hai kya? Ya meri aankhein dhoka kha rahi hain? You look stunning.”
Pranali ne jaldi se apni DP check ki. Wahi purani photo thi. Rohit bas flirt kar raha tha, uska dhyaan kheenchne ke liye. Aur yeh kaam kar raha tha. Pranali ko acha lag raha tha—koi toh tha jo usse ‘Stunning’ bol raha tha, jabki uska pati usse ‘Disturbance’ bol raha tha.
Pranali: “Purani pic hai... jhoothe tareef mat karo.”
Rohit: “Sach keh raha hoon. Tumhari aankhon mein kuch hai... jo mujhe sone nahi deta. Waise, awaaz sunne ka mann kar raha tha, par text se kaam chala loonga. I know you can’t talk right now.”
Rohit ka yeh samajhna—ki woh baat nahi kar sakti—Pranali ko aur touch kar gaya. Woh uski majboori samajh raha tha.

Rohit: “Suno... tum theek nahi lag rahi ho. Text pe bhi tumhari udaasi dikh rahi hai. Sab theek hai na ghar pe?”
Pranali ki aankhen bhar aayi. Koi toh tha jo uske 'Hiii' ke peeche chupa dard dekh sakta tha.
Pranali: “Pata nahi Rohit... bas mood off hai. Ashish bohot busy hai aajkal. Akela feel hota hai.”
Rohit: “I understand. Sometimes you just need a friend to talk to. Kisi aise ko jo judge na kare.”
(Typing...)
Rohit: “Kal free ho? Shaam ko? Coffee pe milte hain. Kahin bahar, khuli hawa mein. Tumhara mood theek ho jayega.”
Pranali ka angutha screen par jam gaya. Milna? Akele? Ashish ko bina bataye?
Dimaag ne kaha: ‘Yeh Date hai, Pranali. Mat kar. Yeh cheating ka agla step hai.’ Dil ne kaha: ‘Tujhe zarurat hai iski. Ashish ke paas time nahi hai. Rohit tere liye time nikaal raha hai.’
Pranali: “Pata nahi... agar Ashish ko pata chala toh?”
Rohit: “Hum dost hain, Pranali. Dost coffee pe nahi mil sakte kya? Aur waise bhi... main tumhe bas khush dekhna chahta hoon. Ek ghanta... usse zyada nahi. Promise, no pressure.”
Rohit ke words—No pressure—ne Pranali ka defence tod diya. Woh chahti thi ki koi usse pamper kare. Koi usse sune.
Pranali ne side mein soye hue Ashish ko dekha. Woh peeth karke so raha tha, duniya se bekhabar. "Tumne mujhe dhakela hai is taraf, Ashish," usne mann mein socha.
Usne lambi saans li aur type kiya.
Pranali: “Okay. Kal 5 baje. Par zyada door nahi.”
Rohit: “Done. Location main bhejta hoon. Dress well... I want to see that smile back.” ❤️

Pranali ne "Goodnight" likh kar phone band kiya aur takiye ke neeche chupa diya. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki usse laga Ashish jaag jayega.
Yeh ab 'dosti' nahi thi. Woh jaanti thi. Woh kal apne pati se jhooth bolkar, ek dusre mard se milne jaane wali thi—wahi mard jisne kuch din pehle usse bistar par nanga kiya tha.
Lekin darr ke saath saath... ek thrill bhi tha. Ek excitement. Kal woh phir se 'wanted' feel karegi. Kal woh phir se 'aurat' feel karegi.
Usne blanket kheench liya aur aankhen band kar li, par chehre par ek aisi muskaan thi jo ek loyal wife ke chehre par nahi honi chahiye thi.
Kal ki shaam... ek nayi shuruwat hone wali thi.




Subah ka sooraj chadha, par Pranali ke ghar mein thandak thi—mausam ki nahi, rishton ki.
Ashish apne routine ke hisaab se tayyar hua. White shirt, grey trousers, stethoscope gale mein. Pranali kitchen mein thi, par uska dhyaan Ashish ke reaction par tha.
"Ashish... breakfast?" Pranali ne pucha.
Ashish ne ghadi dekhi. "Late ho raha hai. Hospital mein kha lunga. Bye."
Na koi kiss, na koi smile, na koi mudke dekhna. Darwaza thak se band hua.
Pranali wahan khadi reh gayi. Uska dil ek pal ke liye dukha, par agle hi pal uske dimaag mein Rohit ka message goonj gaya: "I want to see that smile back."
Usne turant faisla liya. Aaj woh Ashish ke liye nahi royegi. Aaj woh apne liye jiyegi.

Pranali apne clinic gayi, par dimaag kahin aur tha. Dopahar ke 3 baje hi usne assistant ko bol diya, "Tabiyat theek nahi lag rahi, main jaldi ghar ja rahi hoon."
Ghar aakar usne sabse pehle ek lamba, thanda shower liya. Apni skin ko scrub kiya, body lotion lagaya jisse uski twacha (skin) makkhan jaisi mulayam ho gayi.
Ab baari thi kapdon ki. Usne wardrobe khola. "Sirf coffee hai... casual pehenna chahiye." Lekin haath apne aap us dress par gaya jo usne 'special occasions' ke liye rakhi thi.
The Outfit Description:

• Dress: Usne ek Emerald Green Satin Wrap Dress chuni. Satin ka kapda uske jism par pani ki tarah fisal raha tha. Dress ka rang uske gore rang par khil raha tha.
  
• Fit: Yeh dress waist par bandhti thi (wrap style), jisse uski patli kamar highlight ho rahi thi. Neeche se dress thodi loose thi, par hawa chalne par uski thighs ko expose kar sakti thi.
  
• Neckline: Gala 'V' shape mein deep tha. Itna deep ki uska cleavage clear dikh raha tha, aur uske beech mein latakta hua mangalsutra ek alag hi contrast create kar raha tha—ek suhagan jo apne lover se milne ja rahi hai.
  
• Innerwear: Usne dress ke neeche Black Lace Bra and Panty set pehna. Usse nahi pata tha kyun, par usne socha, "Agar galti se kuch dikh gaya... toh sexy dikhna chahiye."
  
• Makeup: Halka foundation, aankhon mein gehra kajal, aur hothon par wahi Peach-Pink Lipstick jo Rohit ne us din notice ki thi.
  
• Perfume: Chanel ka woh perfume jo Ashish ne gift kiya tha, par ab woh Rohit ko mehkane wala tha.
  

Mirror mein khud ko dekh kar Pranali ek pal ke liye ruki. "Yeh coffee date ke liye thoda zyada nahi hai?" Phir usne apne baalon ko jhatka aur muskuraayi. "Rohit ne kaha tha 'Dress well'. Main bas wahi kar rahi hoon."
Pranali ne apna bag uthaya, heels pehni (jo uske calves ko shape mein la rahi thi), aur ghar se nikal gayi. Dil mein darr tha, par pairon mein ek nayi chaal thi.



Sheher ke dusre kone mein, Rohit apne cafe ki table par baitha tha. Location thodi secluded thi, jahan zyada bheed nahi hoti. Usne apni ghadi dekhi—5 bajne mein 10 minute baaki the.
Usne apna phone nikaala. Pranali ke 'On the way' message ke baad, usne Ashish ki chat open ki.
Ek shaitani khushi ke saath, usne type karna shuru kiya.
Rohit: "Game on, Doctor Sahab. Teri biwi raste mein hai. Mere liye saj-dhaj ke aa rahi hai, jhooth bol ke. Aaj woh sirf coffee nahi piyegi... meri baaton ka nasha bhi piyegi."
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Rohit: "She looks ready to be taken. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. By the time I drop her back... she will be filled with my thoughts... and maybe something thicker if she lets me. ? Hisaab barabar kar raha hoon, bhai."
Rohit ne phone table par rakha aur saamne dekha. Dur se ek green dress mein koi aa raha tha. Hawa mein uske baal ud rahe the. Woh Pranali thi. Aur woh maal lag rahi thi.
Phone vibrate hua. Ashish ka reply aaya tha.
Ashish: "Have fun, Bhai. Tod de uska guilt. Use ehsaas dila ki woh kitni 'chalu' hai andar se. Make her laugh, make her wet. Aur haan... Jab tu usse wapas bhejega... toh main check karunga ki tune kitna 'gehra' asar chhoda hai. Enjoy my wife."
Rohit ne message padha, aur ek gehri saans li. Ashish ne green signal de diya tha. Ab koi rok-tok nahi thi.
Saamne Pranali aa chuki thi. Rohit khada hua, chehre par wohi charming smile lekar jisne Pranali ko yahan tak kheench liya tha.
"Wow..." Rohit ne usse upar se neeche tak dekhte hue kaha. "Maine kaha tha 'Dress well', par tumne toh 'Kill' karne ka iraada bana liya hai."
Pranali sharma gayi, par uski aankhon mein chamak thi.
Date shuru ho chuki thi. Aur Ashish... door baith kar apne phone par unke gunah ka jashn mana raha tha.

Cafe ka corner table thoda andhere mein tha. Hawa mein coffee aur fresh bakery ki khushboo thi, par Table Number 9 par hawa mein kuch aur hi ghula hua tha—Forbidden Attraction.
Pranali apni Emerald Green Satin Dress mein kisi khile hue phool ki tarah lag rahi thi. Uski bubbly personality, jo pichle kuch dinon se Ashish ki berukhi ke neeche dab gayi thi, Rohit ki attention milte hi wapas bahar aa rahi thi.
Woh hans rahi thi, haath hila-hila kar baatein kar rahi thi, par uski aankhon mein ek gehra akelapan (loneliness) saaf jhalak raha tha.

"Pata hai Rohit," Pranali ne coffee mug pakadte hue kaha, "Main yeh nahi kehti ki Ashish bura hai. Woh Doctor hai, main samajhti hoon. Par... main bhi toh hoon na? Main koi vase (gamla) thodi hoon ki bas ghar ke kone mein saji rahoon?"
Usne apni aankhen badi karke, thoda bachkaane andaaz mein shikayat ki—wahi uska chulbula nature.
Rohit ne dhyan se suna, chehre par ek sympathetic (humdard) look rakhte hue. Usne table par rakha apna haath aage badhaya aur Pranali ke haath par rakh diya.
"Tum vase nahi ho, Pranali," Rohit ne deep voice mein kaha. "Tum ek aag ho. Aur agar koi mard tumhe ignore kar raha hai, toh woh andha hai. Tumhe... tumhe har roz chahne ki zarurat hai. You deserve to be obsessed over."
Pranali ka dil pighal gaya. Yahi toh woh sunna chahti thi. "Tum hamesha sahi baatein bolte ho," usne halki si smile di, par haath nahi hataya. "Kash Ashish bhi thoda tumhari tarah hota."
Rohit ne smirk kiya. "Agar woh meri tarah hota... toh hum yahan nahi baithe hote."

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Rohit ne apna haath wapas kheench liya, par apni chair thodi aage khiska li.
"Waise..." Rohit ne uski dress ke deep neck ko openly scan karte hue kaha. "Maine kaha tha 'Smile' lekar aana... par tum toh poora bomb bankar aa gayi ho. Yeh green dress... uff. Aisa lag raha hai jaise isne tumhare jism ko lapetne ke liye dua maangi ho."
Pranali sharma kar hasi, apne baalon ko peeche karte hue. "Shut up, Rohit! Tum bohot flirt karte ho. Main bas... bas ready hui thi. Aise hi."
Rohit: "Aise hi? Ya mujhe dikhane ke liye?"
Pranali ne apni coffee pee, nazrein churaate hue. "Thoda sa tumhare liye bhi... khush?"
Rohit ne table pe jhuk kar whisper kiya: "Khush? Main toh pagal ho raha hoon. Mera mann kar raha hai ki is table ko hata doon aur tumhe yahin god mein utha loon. Jaise us raat uthaya tha."
Pranali chonk gayi. Us raat ka zikr aate hi uska chehra laal ho gaya. "Rohit... shhh! Dheere bolo. Log hain yahan." Par uski awaaz mein gussa nahi, ek thrill tha.
"Logon ko kya pata..." Rohit ne kaha. "Ki Doctor Sahab ki biwi kitni wild ho sakti hai jab use sahi touch mile."
Pranali ne "Tch!" karke mooh banaya, par uske nipples dress ke andar tight ho rahe the. "Yeh... yeh galat hai Rohit. Hum dost hain. Humein aisi baatein nahi karni chahiye. Main married hoon..." (Ek weak protest).

Rohit ne uski 'Naa' ko ignore kiya. Usse pata tha Pranali ka jism 'Haan' bol raha hai.
Rohit ne apna pair (leg) table ke neeche aage badhaya. Pranali ke pair cross the. Uski satin dress thodi upar chadh gayi thi, jisse uske calves (pindliyan) expose ho gaye the.
Rohit ka joota (shoe) Pranali ke nange pair se touch hua. Pranali ekdum se freeze ho gayi. Usne idhar-udhar dekha. Kisi ne notice nahi kiya tha.
"Rohit..." usne warning di, par pair peeche nahi kiya.
Rohit ne apna pair aur upar kiya. Ab uska pair Pranali ke soft calves ko rub kar raha tha. Satin ka kapda aur skin ka touch... electric tha.
"Tumhari skin makkhan jaisi hai, Pranali," Rohit ne normal tone mein kaha, jaise woh mausam ki baat kar raha ho.
Pranali ne table ka kinara kas ke pakad liya. "R-Rohit... koi dekh lega... please mat karo..."
Par Rohit ruka nahi. Usne apna haath table ke neeche le gaya. Ab uska haath Pranali ke ghutne (knee) par tha.
Pranali ki saansein atak gayi. Uski dress wrap style thi, jisme ek slit tha. Rohit ka haath aasani se us slit ke andar chala gaya. Seedha uski nangi thigh (jaangh) par.
"Ahhh..." Pranali ke mooh se halki si aah nikli. Usne jaldi se coffee ka cup mooh se laga liya taaki koi awaaz na sune.
Rohit ka haath garam tha. Usne Pranali ki thigh ko squeeze kiya.
"Ashish ne kitne din se yahan touch nahi kiya?" Rohit ne pucha, aankhon mein dekh kar.
Pranali ki aankhen bhar aayi—frustration aur pleasure ke aansu. "Mat pucho... please..."
Rohit ka haath thoda aur upar gaya. Inner thigh ki taraf. "Tumhari body ro rahi hai, Pranali. Main sun sakta hoon. Tumhari thighs... tumhari woh jagah... sab sookh gayi hain intezaar mein."
Pranali ne naa mein sar hilaya, par usne apni taangein (legs) thodi si khol di. Unintentionally. Or maybe, deliberately.
"Tum bohot bure ho..." Pranali ne whisper kiya, uska chehra poora flush ho chuka tha. "Tum jaante ho main weak hoon abhi... tum uska faayda utha rahe ho."
Rohit ne uski thigh ko sehlaate hue kaha: "Main faayda nahi utha raha... main bas woh de raha hoon jo tumhe chahiye. Friend with benefits, yaad hai?"
Usne apni ungliyon se uski inner thigh ko halka sa scratch kiya, panties ke edge ke bilkul paas. Pranali poori tarah hil gayi. Uska "Bubbly" nature gayab ho gaya tha, aur ab wahan sirf ek bhookhi aurat thi.
Usne Rohit ka haath table ke neeche pakad liya. Rohit ko laga woh use rokegi. Lekin Pranali ne uske haath ko hataya nahi... bas kas ke pakad liya (held it tight), aur wahi rakha rehne diya.
Uski aankhon mein ek desperation thi. "Roko mat... please mat roko."
Rohit muskuraaya. "Chalo... yahan se chalte hain. Kahin shant jagah. Meri gaadi mein?"
Pranali ne ek second socha—Ashish ka ignore karna, ghar ka akelapan. Phir usne Rohit ko dekha—jo use chhoo raha tha, use chaah raha tha.
Usne dheere se haan mein sar hila diya.
Coffee khatam ho chuki thi. Lekin pyaas... abhi bujhni baaki thi.



Gaadi sheher ki jagmagahat se door, ek sunsaan, andheri sadak (desolate road) par aakar ruk gayi. Charon taraf ghana andhera tha, sirf gaadi ke dashboard ki halki si roshni aur baahar jhingur (crickets) ki awaaz thi.
Rohit ne engine band kiya, headlights off ki. Ab gaadi ke andar sirf unki tez saansein sunayi de rahi thi.
Pranali ki Emerald Green Satin Dress seat par phaili hui thi, uska gora jism andhere mein bhi chamak raha tha. Usne Rohit ki taraf dekha—aankhon mein ab sharam nahi, ek bhookh (hunger) thi.

Rohit ne seatbelt khola aur bina ek pal ganwaye Pranali ki taraf jhuka. Pranali ne bhi aage badh kar usse jakad liya.
Dono ke honth takraye—ek zoradaar, junglee kiss. "Mmmmphhh..."
Pranali ne apna mooh poora khol diya, Rohit ki jeebh ko andar kheenchti hui. Woh Rohit ke baalon mein haath daal kar usse apne aur kareeb la rahi thi. Cafe mein jo control usne banaye rakha tha, is sunsaan sadak par woh sab toot gaya.
Rohit ne kiss todte hue uski gardan (neck) par hamla kiya. "Ahhh... Rohit..." Pranali ne gardan peeche phenk di, aankhen band karke uske gile touch ko mehsoos karne lagi.



Rohit ka ek haath Pranali ke deep neck ke andar chala gaya. Usne black lace bra ke cup ko neeche kheench diya, aur Pranali ka naram, gora boob bahar uchhal aaya. Nipple sakht (hard) ho chuka tha.
Rohit ne poore panje se uske boob ko pakad kar masal (squeeze) diya. "Ahhhhh!" Pranali machal gayi. "Zor se... Rohit... zor se dabao!"
Woh bhool gayi thi ki woh Dr. Pranali hai. Woh bhool gayi thi ki woh Ashish ki patni hai. Woh bas ek aurat thi jise chhua ja raha tha.
Rohit ne doosra haath neeche le gaya. Dress wrap style mein thi, toh usse upar karne mein koi mehnat nahi lagi. Rohit ka haath seedha uski thighs ke beech pahunch gaya.



"Fuck, Pranali..." Rohit ne whisper kiya. "Tumhari panty toh poori bheeg chuki hai."
Pranali ne sharam nahi ki. Usne apni taangein (legs) aur chaudi kar di—car ke dashboard aur gear box ke beech jitni jagah thi, usme faila di. "Tumhari wajah se..." usne haanfte hue kaha. "Cafe se hi gili hoon... ab bas tadpao mat."
Rohit ne panty ko side mein kiya aur apni do ungliyaan (two fingers) seedha uski pussy ke lips par rakh di. Wahan 'juice' ki baadh aayi hui thi.
Usne pehle slit par ungliyaan fislaayi, aur phir seedha clitoris (daane) ko dhoondh liya.
Pranali jhatke se hil gayi. "Ahhh! Ohhh my god... wahan... haan wahan..."
Rohit ne uske clit ko thumb aur finger ke beech mein pakad kar rub karna shuru kiya. Gol-gol, tezi se. Saath hi uska dusra haath uske boob ko lagataar press kar raha tha, nipple ko twist kar raha tha.

Pranali ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Usne apna sar seat ke headrest par patka.
"Rohit! Ahhh... Rohit...!"
Woh chilla rahi thi. Is sunsaan sadak par koi sunne wala nahi tha, aur yahi baat usse aur turn on kar rahi thi. Rohit ne apni ungliyaan ab andar daalni shuru ki—In and Out. Pach... Pach... Pach... (Wet sounds).
"Ashish karta hai aise?" Rohit ne uske kaan mein pucha, ungliyaan tezi se chalate hue.
Pranali ne na mein sar hilaya, aankhen band, mooh khula. "Nahi... Ahhh... koi nahi karta... sirf tum... sirf tum Rohit!"
Uski kamar hawa mein uth rahi thi. Woh Rohit ke haath par apni pussy ragad rahi thi. "Don't stop... please rukna mat... main mar jaungi agar tum ruke toh..."
Rohit ne speed badha di. Usne clit ko zor se press kiya aur ungliyaan gehraayi tak daali. Pranali ka poora jism akadne laga.
"Main aa rahi hoon... Rohit main cum kar rahi hoon... Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Pranali ne zor se Rohit ka naam chillaya. Uski pussy ne Rohit ki ungliyon ko jakad liya (clamped down), aur usne dher saara paani chhod diya. Uski thighs kaanp rahi thi, saansein tooti hui thi.
Rohit ne apni ungliyaan nikali aur uske saamne ki. "Dekho..." usne gili ungliyaan uske honthon par laga di. "Yeh hai tumhari pyaas."
Pranali ne bina soche Rohit ki ungliyaan apne mooh mein le li aur suck kar liya. Woh poori tarah badal chuki thi.
Gaadi ke andar ab sirf unki bhaari saansein thi... aur Pranali ke chehre par ek aisi satisfaction thi jo Ashish mahino se nahi la paaya tha

Pranali abhi bhi haanf rahi thi, uske honthon par Rohit ka swaad tha aur aankhon mein nasha. Rohit ne apni gili ungliyaan uske mooh se nikaali, par usne apna haath wapas nahi kheenchha.
Usne dheere se Pranali ke sar par haath rakha aur neeche ki taraf ishara kiya. Pranali samajh gayi.
Aaj koi sharam nahi thi. Aaj woh bas bhookhi thi.

Pranali dheere se seat par jhuki. Andhere mein usne Rohit ki pant ki zip kholi. Jaise hi usne Rohit ka underwear neeche kiya, uska sakht, garam lund ek jhatke se bahar aaya—poora tana hua, throbbing.
Pranali ne ek pal ke liye usse dekha. Ashish ka lund average tha, par Rohit ka... Rohit ka lund mota aur lamba tha, bilkul waise hi jaise us raat hotel mein feel hua tha.
Usne bina haath lagaye, seedha apna chehra aage kiya aur lund ke tip (supada) par ek soft kiss kiya. Rohit ne ek gehri saans li aur seat par sar piche tika diya. "Fuck... Pranali..."
Pranali ne apni jeebh nikali aur dheere se tip ko lick kiya—ice cream ki tarah. Yeh rough blowjob nahi tha. Yeh soft tha. Pyaar bhara. Jaise woh usse thank you bol rahi ho us pleasure ke liye jo abhi usse mila tha.
Usne apne naram honth (soft lips) uske lund par rakh diye aur dheere se aadha lund mooh mein le liya. Mmmph...
Woh apne sar ko dheere-dheere aage-peeche kar rahi thi. Uski jeebh andar hi andar Rohit ke shaft ko sehla rahi thi. Rohit neeche dekh raha tha—Ashish ki biwi, uski gaadi mein, ghutno ke bal neeche jhuki thi aur uski khidmat kar rahi thi.
"Tumhare honth... kitne soft hain..." Rohit ne whisper kiya, uska haath Pranali ke baalon mein ghoom raha tha. Pranali ne upar dekha—lund abhi bhi mooh mein tha—aankhon mein ek innocent si shaitani thi. Usne suction thoda badhaya, gaalon ko andar kheenchate hue, ek vacuum create kiya.
Rohit se bardasht nahi hua. "Bas... main aur nahi ruk sakta. Mere upar aao."

Rohit ne apni seat ko poora peeche (recline) kar diya taaki jagah ban sake. Pranali uthi, apni Emerald Green Dress ko kamar tak upar kheench liya. Uski nangi, gori, aur gili thighs andhere mein chamak rahi thi.
Woh driver seat ki taraf aayi. Ek pair steering wheel ke paas, aur dusra pair Rohit ki doosri taraf. Woh Rohit ki god (lap) mein aakar baith gayi—face-to-face.
Gaadi choti thi, jagah kam thi, lekin yehi toh maza tha. Pranali ne apne dono haath Rohit ke kandhon par rakhe. Neeche, uski gili pussy Rohit ke khade lund ke tip par ragad kha rahi thi.
"Daalo ise..." Pranali ne haanfte hue kaha. "Mujhe poora chahiye."
Pranali ne khud apna haath neeche le jaakar Rohit ke lund ko pakda aur apni pussy ke entrance par set kiya. Phir usne apni kamar dheere se neeche ki.




Squelch... Ek gili awaaz ke saath, Rohit ka mota lund uski tight aur gili pussy ko cheerte hue andar ghus gaya.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Dono ek saath chillaye.
Pranali poori tarah baith gayi. Rohit ka lund uske womb (bachadani) ko touch kar raha tha. "Oh god... Rohit... yeh kitna bada hai..." Pranali ne apni gardan peeche phenk di.
Ab shuru hua The Ride.
Pranali ne apni kamar ko upar-neeche karna shuru kiya. Pehle dheere... Upar uthti... lund ko almost bahar nikalne deti... aur phir dhap se wapas neeche baith jaati.
Uski dress kandhon se gir chuki thi. Uski black bra abhi bhi pehni hui thi, lekin uske boobs har jump ke saath zor-zor se bounce kar rahe the. Bra ka lace tight ho raha tha, aur cleavage paseene se chamak raha tha.
Rohit ne apne haath uski kamar par rakh diye, usse support dete hue, aur uske motion ko control karte hue. "Aise hi... haan... chalao apni kamar... meri raand..." Rohit ne gande shabd bole.
Pranali ko bura nahi laga. Ulta, usne speed badha di. "Haan... main hoon... main tumhari hoon abhi..."
Gaadi ab hilne lagi thi. Shockers creak kar rahe the. Pranali ab wild ho chuki thi. Woh tezi se uchhal rahi thi. Uske baal uske chehre par aa rahe the. Woh Rohit ke seene par haath rakh kar balance bana rahi thi.
Rohit ne ek haath hata kar uske boob ko pakad liya. Bra ke upar se hi nipple ko zor se pinch kiya. "Ahhh! Rohit!"
Pranali ne jhuk kar Rohit ko kiss kiya—wildly. Dono ki jeebhein takra rahi thi, neeche unke jism takra rahe the. Thap-thap-thap-thap.
Pranali: "Maza aa raha hai? Ashish ki biwi ko chodne mein maza aa raha hai?" (Woh khud bol rahi thi yeh, nasha itna gehra tha).
Rohit: "Bohot... tu bani hi mere lund ke liye hai."
Pranali ne apni speed full kar di. Woh poori taqat se grind kar rahi thi. Uski pussy se paani nikal kar Rohit ki thighs par beh raha tha.
"Main... main phir se... aaahhh!"
Pranali ek baar phir climax ke kareeb thi. Usne Rohit ke gale ko jakad liya, apni movements tez kar di. Rohit ne bhi neeche se thrust karna shuru kiya—boom, boom, boom.
Aur finally... Ek saath, gaadi ke us band kamre mein, unka passion explode hua. Pranali ne Rohit ke kandhe par kaat (bite) liya, aur Rohit ne uske andar apna garam lava bhar diya.
Woh wahi dher ho gayi... Rohit ke upar. Gaadi shant ho gayi. Lekin unki dhadkanein... abhi bhi race laga rahi thi.




Gaadi ke andar ab sannata nahi tha, aur na hi sirf saanson ka shor. Wahan ab hasi (laughter) thi.
Rohit aur Pranali, dono paseene mein bheegne ke bawajood, ek dusre ko dekh kar khul kar hans rahe the. Yeh hasi sharam ki nahi thi, aur na hi ghabrahat ki. Yeh hasi relief (sukoon) ki thi. Mahino ki frustration, akelapan aur dabe hue jazbaat—sab kuch us car ki seat par beh gaya tha.
Pranali abhi bhi Rohit ki god mein thi, uske baal bikhre hue the, aur uski Emerald Green Dress kandhon se latki hui thi. Usne Rohit ke naak par halka sa tap kiya.
"Tum pagal ho, Rohit... poore pagal," woh hasti hui boli. "Humne... humne car mein... oh my god."
Rohit ne bhi hanste hue uske bikhre baalon ko kaan ke peeche kiya. "Pagal main nahi... hum dono hain. Aur sach bataun? Tumhe is tarah khush dekh kar mujhe sabse zyada maza aaya."

Pranali ki hansi dheere se ruk gayi, aur uski aankhon mein ek naram chamak aa gayi. Usne Rohit ka chehra apne haathon mein liya. Is baar koi guilt nahi tha. Koi "Yeh galat hai" wala drama nahi tha.
Usne aage badh kar Rohit ko ek gehra kiss kiya. Yeh kiss bhookh wala nahi tha, yeh satisfaction wala tha. Dheere, smooth, aur affectionate.
"Thank you, Rohit," usne kiss todte hue whisper kiya. "Mujhe... mujhe sach mein iski zarurat thi. Main bhool gayi thi ki main zinda hoon."
Rohit ne uske maathe ko chooma. "Ab yaad rakhna. Tum zinda ho, sexy ho, aur desired ho."
Pranali ne ek gehri saans li aur finally Rohit ki god se uth kar apni seat par wapas aayi. Usne apni dress theek ki, bra straps adjust kiye, aur car ke mirror mein apna chehra dekha.
Uski lipstick gayab thi, baal uljhe the... lekin uske chehre par ek glow tha jo kisi makeup se nahi aa sakta tha.
"Chalo," Pranali ne muskuraate hue kaha. "Ab chalna chahiye. Ashish aane wala hoga hospital se. Agar main ghar pe nahi mili toh faltu ka drama hoga."
Rohit ne apni zip band ki aur belt lagate hue smirk kiya. "Haan, aur Geeti bhi intezaar kar rahi hogi. Usse lag raha hai main kisi 'Client' ke saath meeting mein hoon."
Dono ek saath fir hanse. Ek ajeeb si complicity ban gayi thi. Ab woh dono apne pati-patni ko dhokha nahi de rahe the—woh bas apni "schedule" manage kar rahe the.



Rohit ne gaadi start ki aur highway se wapas sheher ki taraf muda. Raste bhar mahual halka tha. Pranali ne radio on kiya aur gungunane lagi. Woh bilkul relaxed thi.
Rohit beech-beech mein uska haath pakad leta, aur Pranali usse hatati nahi thi, balki apni ungliyaan uske saath lock kar leti thi.
Jab woh Pranali ke ghar ke paas pahunche, toh Rohit ne gaadi thodi door, andhere mein roki—wahi purani savdhani, par naye irade.
Pranali ne apna bag uthaya aur darwaza kholne se pehle Rohit ki taraf mudi.
"Toh..." Rohit ne pucha, "Kaisa laga 'Friend with benefits' wala session?"
Pranali ne sharmate hue, par ek naughty smile ke saath kaha: "Benefit toh kaafi acha tha... shayad ab mujhe iski aadat pad jaye."
Rohit ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Yahi toh woh sunna chahta tha. "Toh phir... agli baar kab?"
Pranali ne gaadi se utarte hue, door pakad kar peeche muda. Hawa mein uske baal ud rahe the. "Jaldi (Soon)..."
Usne aankh maari, aur tezi se apne ghar ki taraf chal di.

Rohit wahi baitha usse jaate hue dekhta raha. Uski chaal mein ek lacchak thi. Woh ab dabi-sahmi housewife nahi lag rahi thi. Woh ek aurat lag rahi thi jo abhi-abhi achi tarah se santusht hokar aayi hai.
Rohit ne steering wheel par haath maara. "She accepted it. Game over, Ashish. She is ours now."
Usne phone uthaya aur Ashish ko message kiya:
Rohit: Dropped her. She is glowing. No guilt, just pure satisfaction. She said 'Soon'. Teri biwi ab officially meri girlfriend ban gayi hai.
Reply turant aaya.
Ashish: Great. Now come home to your wife. Geeti ko aaj thoda extra pyaar dikhana... kyunki kal main usse 'Comfort' dene aaunga.
Rohit ne muskurate hue gaadi geeti ke taraf moda. Ek taraf Pranali khush thi, aur dusri taraf Geeti... jo abhi bhi 'Roleplay' ke nashe aur guilt ke beech jhul rahi thi.
Par ab Rohit ko pata tha—Geeti ka number bhi jald aane wala hai.
Affair ab puri tarah se establish ho chuka tha.