Adultery Mere papa ke boss ko meri mummy ki badi gaand pasand hai.

[Huma Qureshi]

excellent and amazing update

[Asli lund]

Update please ?

[Deepak_bull]

Aaj raat nayi kahaani aa rahi hai. Dhanyavaad dosto, mujhe tumhaare comments bahut pasand aate hain.”

[Asli lund]

Aaj raat nayi kahaani aa rahi hai. Dhanyavaad dosto, mujhe tumhaare comments bahut pasand aate hain.”

Kis riste ki mummy , bhabhi , Bahan,  wife

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 19

“Meri maa sabse badi natakbaaz aur jhooti nikli.”

Main apne kamre mein andhere mein pada tha, ceiling fan dheeme-dheeme ghoom raha tha, lekin mere seene ke andar jo aag lagi thi usse kuchh nahi thanda kar sakta tha. Main bilkul laachaar tha, jaise kathputli ke dhaage kaat diye gaye hon, duniya mere aas-paas bikhar rahi thi aur ek bhi dhaaga pakadne ko nahi tha.


Kitni baar bhi raat ko dimaag mein repeat kar loon, khud ko daant-taalon ki andar ghus ja, mummy ko chillaa kar rok, papa ko abhi phone mila do – kuchh nahi badalne wala tha. Yeh affair ek bhaari train ban chuka tha jo station chhod chuka tha, aur main uski patri par khada bas dekh sakta tha.


Main toh bas ek bachcha tha, Jai, itna chhota ki dhokhe ka poora wazan bhi samajh na aaye, aur agar bol bhi doon toh kya? Mummy inkaar kar dengi, Davendra baatein ghuma denge, aur papa ko kuchh pata bhi na chalega. Main apni khamoshi mein qaid tha, khud se ghinn, ki kuchh kar kyun nahi pa raha, jism thham sa gaya tha lekin dimaag cheekh raha tha.


Pet mein acid sa ubaal aa raha tha – mummy ke liye bhi, aur khud ke liye zyada. Main keyhole se chipak kar kaise dekh sakta tha jaise koi sasta voyeur, apni maa ke barbaad hone par khada ho gaya tha?


Woh toh hamare ghar ka khamba thi, jisse sab kuchh surakshit aur garam lagta tha, lekin ab woh besharam jaanwar ban gayi thi jo doosre mard ke liye pees rahi thi. Aur main? Main bhi wahi tha – baad mein uski yaad mein muthth maar raha tha, haath sharam ke chipchip se bhare.


Mujhe usse nafrat thi ki usne hamari duniya tod di, papa se jhooth boli usi meethi muskaan se, lekin mujhe khud se zyada nafrat thi ki mere andar bhi woh ganda thrill jaag gaya tha, aur main dekhna band nahi kar paaya.


Main corridor mein chhup kar phir darwaze ki jhaank se dekha – khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha.
Mummy aur Davendra ab bhi balcony par the, subah ki dhoop unke aas-paas sunehra halo bana rahi thi, scene romantic lag raha tha – agar itna ganda na hota toh.



  


Davendra ke haath uski bhaari gaand par the, purple lace panty ke upar se maida ki tarah mal rahe the, dono cheeks thoda alag kiye phir chhod diya ki clap kare. Mummy uske muh mein siski bhar rahi thi, kiss gehri aur geeli, jeebhein dikhai de rahi thi, laar hothon par chamak rahi thi.


Davendra ka grey towel neeche sarak gaya tha, sakht lund uski jaangh se ragad raha tha, aur mummy besharam se us par pees rahi thi, purple bra mein bhaari boobs uski chaati se dab rahe the. Dono ek-doosre mein kho gaye the – duniya, main, papa – kuchh nahi tha, sirf unki gandi bhookh.


Ek dum se mummy ka phone zor se baja – bedroom ke nightstand par vibrate kar raha tha. Dil muh ko aa gaya; mujhe ringtone pehchaan thi – papa ke liye woh purani Bollywood wali khushi bhari dhun.


Bina socha main daud kar kamre mein gaya, nange paaon marble par bina awaaz kiye, phone utha liya. Screen par “Kishore Calling” aur unki shaadi ki photo mein papa muskura rahe the.


Subah-subah itni jaldi kyun phone? Shakh ho gaya kya? Kal raat kuchh galat laga kya? Dimag daudne laga – shayad yeh mauka hai sab expose karne ka, phone de doon aur dekhoon woh kaise ghabrayegi.


Lekin mummy ko phone ki awaaz se farak bhi nahi pada. Woh ab bhi us kiss mein doobi thi, haath Davendra ke baalon mein, aur gaand uske haathon mein peeche dhakel rahi thi.
Phone bajta raha, woh sun bhi rahi hogi, lekin poori tarah se ignore kar rahi thi, jism tedha ho raha tha jab Davendra ki ungliyaan panty ke kinare se neeche sarak rahi thi.
Main ek second ruka, phir phone haath mein liye balcony ki taraf chala gaya. Subah ki thandi hawa lagi, garden se bela ki khushboo aayi, lekin andar ka toofaan nahi thama.


Main seedha unke saamne ja khada hua, phone aage badhaya jaise koi saboot ho. Mummy ki aankhein kiss ke beech mein khuli, hoth ab bhi Davendra se chipke hue, phir ekdum se peeche hati, saans rok kar, gaal suraj se bhi zyada laal.
Davendra bhi thithka, haath ab bhi gaand par, lekin jaldi smile dekar peeche hata jaise weather ki baat kar raha ho.




“Jai beta!” mummy ne hairaan lekin banawati khushi se kaha, baal theek karte hue jaise kuchh hua hi na ho. “Itni subah uth gaya? Kal pet dard tha na, socha abhi tak so raha hoga.”
Main phone aage badhaya, haath thoda kaanp raha tha. “Papa ka phone hai Ma. Kaafi der se baj raha hai.”


Usne phone naram haathon se liya, ungliyaan meri se chhui, mujhe Davendra ki cologne ki khushboo aayi uski skin se. “Oh thank you baby. Zaroor Kishore check kar rahe honge. Tu ja bed par let ja abhi, Mummy sambhal legi.”


Jaise hi phone uske haath mein gaya, main palta aur daud pada andar, chehra jal raha tha. Lekin door tak nahi gaya – adkhule darwaze ke peeche phir chhup gaya, saans rok kar dekhta raha.


Mummy ne Davendra ko chetavni bhari nazar di, khali haath se uski chaati par dhakka diya jab woh phir kheenchne laga.
“Davendra ji, sharmaaiye,” woh dheeme se cheekhi, darwaze ki taraf dekhte hue. “Jai kabhi bhi wapas aa sakta hai. Agar usne dekha ki aap meri gaand daba rahe hain ya boobs chhoo rahe hain toh? Humein sambhal kar rehna padega, mera beta jaan jaayega.”


Davendra dheere se hasa, haath phir bhi ghoom rahe the, ek haath se purple bra ke upar se ek boob pakad liya. “Arre Prisha, bas ek aur kiss. Dhoop mein kitni sexy lag rahi hai, yeh curves chamak rahe hain. Waise bhi ladka chala gaya – phone par baat karte hue mujhe chhone de. Aur maza aayega.”


Mummy ne haath thappad maara lekin aankhon mein sharaarat thi. “Nahi, rukiye! Sach mein. Agar Jai ko shak ho gaya toh sab barbaad. Kal raat bhi next room mein tha, kitna risk tha. Ab haath neeche kijiye aur mujhe phone attend karne dijiye.”


Davendra ne smirk ke saath haath neeche kiye lekin door nahi hua, aankhein uske jism ko kha rahi thi. “Theek hai meri jaan. Lekin zyada der haath nahi ruk sakte. Yeh gaand mera naam le rahi hai.”


Mummy ne aankhein ghumaayi lekin muskura di, phir call receive kiya aur ekdum meethi, masoom awaaz: “Hello Kishore? Good morning jaan. Haan main uth gayi thi – dhoop ne jaga diya. Tu theek hai? Motel mein neend aayi ki nahi?”


Main kaan laga kar sun raha tha, sirf uska side sunai de raha tha. Aur woh harami Davendra zyada der door nahi raha. Mummy balcony par thoda aage-peeche chal rahi thi phone kaan se lagaye, woh peeche se aa gaya, baahen kamar mein daal di.


Uske haath side se malne lage, dheere possessive andaaz mein, thumbs boobs ke neeche se chhoo rahe the.




“Arre kuchh nahi, bas balcony par subah ki hawa kha rahi hoon,” mummy papa se baat kar rahi thi, awaaz steady lekin jism thoda akad raha tha jab Davendra ka haath neeche jaanghon par gaya. “Jai theek hai, kal thoda pet dard tha lekin ab so raha hai. Tu bata, resort kyun nahi aaya raat ko?”


Main gusse se pagal ho raha tha – uske haath ab bhi us par the, jaanghein sehlata hua, purple panty ke kinare tak pahunch gaya. Papa se baat karte hue bhi uski ungliyaan chut ke upar lace se circle bana rahi thi, mummy ki kamar khud-ba-khud hil gayi.


Mummy ne halke se uska haath thappad maara, wrist pakad liya. “Haan Kishore, party mein toh waise hi hota hai na – doston ke saath maza kiya na? Arre nahi nahi, sorry mat bol. Davendra ji ne humein safe chhoda tha. Sab theek hai yahan.”


Lekin Davendra nahi ruka; doosra haath andar ki jaangh par chala gaya, towel khada ho raha tha. Mummy ki awaaz ek pal atki lekin woh chupke se continue kar gayi. “Haan jaldi milenge. Kitne baje aa rahe ho? Okay, love you too.”


Main uske jhooth se jal raha tha, itni aasani se papa se baat kar rahi thi jabki doosra mard usse chhoo raha tha. Kaise kar sakti thi yeh? Kal raat usi naam ki cheekhein maar rahi thi.
“Resort mein kyun nahi soya Kishore?” usne mazaak mein poochha. “Mujhe teri yaad aayi thi. Jai bhi tera intezaar kar raha tha.”


Papa ne kuchh kaha hoga team ke doston ke saath raat bhar baatein, kyunki mummy dheere se hasi. “Arre tum ladke aur raat bhar baatein. Agli baar mere paas aana theek hai? Mujhe apne pati ki zaroorat hoti hai.”


Yeh hypocrisy mujhe jala rahi thi. Aur nahi sun saka – bathroom mein daud pada, darwaza zor se band kiya, shower full khol diya taaki soch na sunai de. Garam paani skin jala raha tha lekin andar ki gandagi nahi dho pa raha tha.


Thodi der baad hum villa ke dining area mein nashta kar rahe the – parathe, fruits, coffee. Mummy ne deep blue saree pehni thi jo jism se chipki hui thi jaise doosri skin.


Poora dhak rahi thi lekin sab dikha rahi thi – boobs tight se dab rahe the, blouse thoda low, cleavage dikh raha tha, saree kamar par tight, woh badi gaand aur ubhar rahi thi.
Panty ki line bhi dikh rahi thi silk ke andar se, purple lace wali abhi bhi yaad thi.


Davendra head par baitha tha, casual kapde, gracious host ki smile. Main shant banne ki koshish kar raha tha, khane mein kantedaar.
“Toh Jai, paratha kaisa?” mummy ne pyaar se poochha. 

“Thoda thaka-thaka lag raha hai beta. Kal pet dard ke baad neend aayi ki nahi? Herbal chai bana doon?”
Main plate mein hi dekhta raha. “Theek hai Ma. Haan so liya. Bas college ki soch raha tha.”


Davendra bola, coffee peeche tika kar, “Padhai zaroori hai beta. Tere papa kehte hain tu topper hai. Aise hi chalao – ek din company tu chalaayega. Aur kabhi advice chahiye toh main hoon.”

Nashta ke baad hum resort se nikal pade, Davendra ki chamchamati black Mercedes tak. Main jaan bujh kar peeche-peeche chala, kankar wali raah par dheere kadam.
Mummy aage chal rahi thi, blue saree mein kamar matka rahi thi, peeche se gaand aur badi, aur gol, aur hil rahi thi jaise kal raat ki thukai se aur phool gayi ho.




Shayad saree neeche tight bandhi thi ya subah Davendra ke saath flush ab bhi tha, har kadam par gaand thodi hilti thi, panty line silk se dikh rahi thi.
Davendra ne passenger door khola, mummy andar baithi, uska haath uski kamar par ruk gaya. “Pehle aap Prisha. Aaram se baitho – Kishore se milne mein thodi der hai.”
Usne upar dekha, aankhein ek second zyada ruk gayi. “Thank you Davendra ji. Aap hamesha itne thoughtful.”


Woh passionate the lekin careful – chhoti chhoti chhuaahat, nazrein, main peeche tha toh mujhe na dikhe. Lekin main sab dekh raha tha – uski baah par ungli rukna, chhupi hui smile.




Hum motel pahunche jahan papa party ke baad ruk gaye the. Papa lobby mein khade the, thoda hangover lekin khush, humein dekh kar haath hila rahe the.
“Jai! Prisha!” papa ne pehle mujhe gale lagaya. “Mera beta har baar lamba dikhta hai. Resort mein maza aaya? Neend aayi?”


Phir mummy ki taraf mud kar baahen phaela di. “Aur meri khoobsurat biwi – kal raat teri yaad aayi. Aaj subah kitni chamak rahi hai.”
Mummy ne usse gehra kiss kiya, wohi hoth jo kuchh ghante pehle Davendra ke lund par the. “Mujhe bhi teri yaad aayi Kishore. Resort achha tha lekin tere bina adhura. Jai aur main chup-chaap rahe – kuchh khaas nahi hua.”



  


Mujhe ghinn aa rahi thi – uske hoth papa ke hothon par, jabki kal raat Davendra ka paani ab bhi andar hoga. Papa ko kuchh nahi pata tha ki woh kiska taste chaat rahe hain – dhokhe ka, doosre mard ke paani ka. Dil ulti karne ko ho raha tha, papa ki bharosa bhari aankhon ko dekh kar.
Phir bhi ek gandi si thrill andar daud gayi – maine chehra chhupa liya.


Davendra aaya, papa ke kandhe par haath maara. “Kishore, rough night thi kya?”
Papa hasa. “Aap toh jaante hi hain boss – whiskey zyada, baatein zyada. Lekin ab theek. Thank you meri family ka khayal rakhne ke liye.”
Davendra muskuraaya. “Arre koi baat nahi. Prisha aur Jai achhe saathi the. Resort shaant tha, unhein araam mila.”


Mummy ne papa ki baah pakad li. “Davendra ji bahut achhe the Kishore. Safe chhoda, subah bhi check kiya. Behtar dost nahi mil sakta.”
Papa ne shukriya ada kiya. “Thank you sir. Aap sach mein achhe insaan hain.”





Davendra ne haath hila diya. “Ab jaldi hai, city mein meeting. Private jet se airport chhod doon sabko – gaadi se tez hoga.”
Main shock ho gaya – private jet? Yeh aadmi sirf boss nahi, paisa aur power ka bhandaar tha, mummy ko kabhi bhi le ja sakta tha.


Chhote private airstrip par mummy pehle chadhi, blue saree hilti hui, leather seats aur mini-bar dekh kar khush. “Wah Davendra ji! Bilkul film star jaisa lag raha hai.”



Davendra peeche, papa bahar phone se photo le raha tha. Us ek pal mein dono ne mauka pakad liya – cabin door ke peeche jaldi se garam kiss, uske haath phir gaand par, mummy dheemi siski.


Main neeche papa ke saath khada sab dekh raha tha jet ke shishe se, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir hum bhi chadh gaye, papa ko kuchh pata nahi.
Sirf main jaanta tha, wazan mujhe kuchal raha tha.





Mujhe cheekh kar bolne ka mann tha – “Papa, mummy iske saath soyi hai!” – shabd zubaan par the, haath paseene se bheege. Lekin ruk gaya – sab barbaad hone ka darr, secret ka ganda thrill mila hua tha.


Phir smooth flight ke baad Davendra ne humein main airport chhoda, uska jet wapas jaane ko taiyaar. Mummy aur uski nazrein gandi thi – der tak takraayi, woh hoth kaat rahi thi, woh jaanta hua muskura raha tha.


“Toh yahin alvida,” Davendra ne papa se haath milaya. “Safe flight. Kishore, Monday office. Prisha, Jai – khayal rakhna.”
Papa muskuraaya. “Phir se shukriya boss.”




Mummy ne chamakdar muskaan di lekin aankhon mein udaasi thi, uska yaar ja raha tha. “Haan thank you Davendra ji. Bahut achha laga. Safe flight.”
Davendra mud kar ek baar dekha. “Kuchh bhi chahiye toh phone karna. Kabhi bhi.”


Mummy ne sar hilaaya, khushi ka natak karti hui, lekin lag rahi thi jaise randi aansoon rok rahi ho.
Main sharaminda mehsoos kar raha tha uske jhooth dekh kar.


Davendra jet mein chadh gaya, engine garja, runway par dauda aur ud gaya.
Hum teeno haath hila rahe the, lekin mere andar aag sulag rahi thi.

[Lalu Mastan]

Just superb and absolutely mind blowing story

[Big bos]

Story end hogiya ya chalu rahega

[SSM18]

Your writing is excellent and amazing. Hats off.

[Dhakaiya Mastan]

Superb update

[Rozina Khan]

Marvelous update

[Maria Kerry]

Very nice update

[The Last Witch Hunter]

Ekdum kamaal ka update

[Konika.]

Bahut badhiya ek jabardast update

[Sidra Ansari]

Mast aur mazadar update

[Daredevil]

Very Very hot update

[Mom.ridhima]

Iske baad kahani ko thodi incest banao like beta maa se bohot pyarr kare or wo maa ko fasaye

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 20

Meri maa ne hamare ghar ko behayai ki jagah bana diya hai

Jab humara flight land hua aur taxi se ghar pahunche, upar kaale baadal chha chuke the, hawa mein barish ki khushboo thi. '
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Taxi se utarte hi pehli moti boondein girni shuru hui, pehle-pehle chhiti-chhiti, phir tez dhaar.


Barish garam aur tropical thi, woh jo do second mein poora bheego de. Sadkein chamakne lagi, paani ke aaine ban gaye.
Driveway par turant gaddhe ban gaye, hum tezi se ghar ki taraf daude. Main mummy ko dekhta raha, woh aurat jo kabhi meri duniya thi, 
ab ek jhoothi, besharam randi lag rahi thi, saree aur muskaan ke peeche chhup kar.


Uski neeli silk saree skin se chipak gayi thi, jahaan-jahaan paani laga wahan rang gJab humara flight land hua aur 
ghar pahunche tab tak upar kaale baadal chha chuke the, hawa mein barish ki kadi khushboo thi. Taxi se utarte 
hi pehli moti boondein girni shuru ho gayi – pehle ek-do, phir tezi se tez, ekdum musaldhaar.


Garmi wali tropical barish thi, jo do minute mein poora bheega deti hai, sadkein chamakne lagi, 
paani aaine ki tarah dikhai dene laga.


Driveway par turant gaddhe bhar gaye, hum tezi se ghar ki taraf daud pade. Main ek pal ke liye
 ruk kar mummy ko dekhta raha – woh aurat jo kabhi meri duniya thi, meri raksha, mera sukoon
 – ab ek ajnabi, jhoothi, saree aur muskaan ke peeche chhupi randi.


Uski neeli silk saree barish se chipak gayi thi, rang gahra ho gaya, har curve ko be-rahmi se dikha 
rahi thi. Jaanghon se, kamar se, uski bhaari gaand se chipki hui, geeli hone se kapda thoda saaf dikhne
 laga, neeche purple panty ki halki si line saaf ubhar aayi.







Woh aage daud rahi thi, har kadam par gaand zor-zor se hil rahi thi, dono cheeks uchal rahe the, barish 
ne movement ko aur ganda bana diya tha, aur mota, aur obscene dikhai de raha tha. Paani uski peeth se
neeche beh kar gaand ke beech mein atak raha tha, phir uske golon par tapak raha tha. Main dekh raha
 tha, ghinn aur wohi ganda thrill mila hua tha.


Hum overhang ke neeche pahunche, lekin main jaan-bujh kar peeche ruka, barish mujhe bheegne diya, 
kapde bhaari ho gaye. Pados mein ek buddha uncle-type aadmi paan khaate hue ped ke neeche khada tha.
Usne mujhe pakad liya – main mummy ki gaand ko ghoor raha tha, phir muskura kar ishara kiya.


“Arre mera hero! Bhai, apne bete ki nazar bhi is legendary randi-gaand se nahi hat rahi, salute hai tere andko
 beta! Khaath jodta hoon! Yeh premium gaand hai, extra-wide banayi gayi hai kyunki teri mummy paida 
hone se hi five-star lund ki bhookhi kutiya hai!”


Phir aur bola, “Hairan kya hai beta, aisi gaand jo hai! Bade-bade mard ro dete hain, chhote ladke apni 
tameez bhool jaate hain! Tu toh lucky harami hai – India ka best view tere ghar mein! Yeh gaand national 
treasure hai beta, maze le!”


Main uski taraf ghuma, muththi kaasi hui. Budhau, paanch das saal ka, pet nikla hua, paan se daant laal. 
Aankhein mummy ki gaand par glues. Woh thoda jhuk kar saree theek kar rahi thi, papa bhi uski madad
 kar rahe the, barish se saree har inch chipki hui thi.


Mujhe laga usi waqt us par toot padun, uski gandi shakal ko keechad mein ghaseed doon.






Usne meri maa ke baare mein itni gandi baat kaise ki? Lekin andar ek hissa thham gaya – woh bilkul 
galat nahi tha. Main bhi toh dekh raha tha. Chehra sharam aur gusse se jal gaya.

Woh paas aaya, chhata se paani tapak raha tha, muh se tambaku ki badboo. “Arre gussa mat kar. Jo
 ladka apni maa ki gaand aise ghoorta hai woh jaanta hai ki aurat randi hai. Slut hai, samjha? Pati ko
 nahi pata, lekin bete ko pata hai. Enjoy kar beta.”






Main shock mein aa gaya – woh kitna sach bol raha tha, kitni khaufnaak tarah se. Mummy sach mein
 randi thi, boss ke saath dhokha de rahi thi, lund maang rahi thi. Lekin ek ajnabi ke muh se sun kar 
haqeeqat neeche tak chubh gayi. Gussa ab bhi tha, lekin main bina bole palta aur ghar ki taraf chala
gaya.


“Jai! Barish mein khada kya pagal ban raha hai?” mummy ne darwaze se chillaya, bilkul maa wali
 awaaz. “Andar aa abhi! Sardi lag jaayegi beta, jaldi!”


Main dheere chalta gaya, barish chehre se beh rahi thi, aankhon se garam paani mila hua tha. “Aa
 raha hoon Ma,” bola aur darwaza zor se band kiya.


Lekin us budhau ke shabd dimaag mein zeher ki tarah ghoom rahe the. Use kaise pata? Itna obvious
tha kya? Poora mohalla mummy ko aise hi dekhta tha – besharam aurat jo curves dikha kar chalti thi?


Shayad usne Davendra ke saath dekha ho, ya ab mummy ki chaal hi bol rahi thi – kamar matkaati hui,
 available dikhti hui.
Hum ghar ke andar daud pade, hamari car bahar thi lekin veranda mein paani bhar gaya tha barish se. 


Jaise hamesha, main mummy ki bhaari gaand ko dekhta raha jab woh papa ke saath daud rahi thi 
darwaza kholne. Dost, main khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha – itni zabardast gaand thi, itne pyaare se 
hilti thi, Davendra sach mein lucky tha ki uske haathon mein yeh thi.






Baaki din unpacking aur banawati normalcy mein nikal gaya. Papa mails dekhne lage, mummy kitchen 
mein chai banate hue gunguna rahi thi, main room mein band ho gaya “padhne” ke bahane.


Mummy kabhi-kabhi papa ke paas baithti thi lekin phone par lagi rehti thi. Papa ne poochha itna phone
 kyun, toh boli “meri ek saheli hai, gossip ki aadi hai”. Kabhi khadi ho kar door chali jaati texting karte 
hue – papa se chh chhupa rahi thi.






Lekin raat ko, jab barish ab bhi khidkiyon se takra rahi thi, main so nahi pa raha tha. Ghar shaant, sirf
 living room se TV ki awaaz – papa news dekhate-dekhte so gaye the.


Main chupke se bahar aaya, corridor ke andhere mein chhup kar mummy ko dekhta raha jo sofa par
 baithi phone chala rahi thi. Har harkat par nazar – kya papa ko bata doon? Sab kuchh dekha – blowjob,
riding, paani maangna?


Main uske peeche chhupne laga jab woh veranda mein baithi texting karti thi, usse pata na chale.




Papa ko jaanna chahiye tha na? Woh achhe insaan the, mehnati, bharosa karne wale. Unhein dekha 
– kursi mein soye hue, remote haath se girta hua – dil mein cheekh uthi: kitne andhe ho papa? teri 
biwi kutiya hai aur tu bewakoof bana baitha hai.


Mummy phone dekhti rahi, tezi se type karti rahi, hothon par chhupi si muskaan. Papa news ticker
 mein khoe hue the.
Kabhi woh bahar veranda mein chali jaati, phir andar aati.






Midnight ke baad papa utha, ubaasi lete hue bedroom ki taraf. “Good night Prisha. Aa rahi hai?”
“Ek minute jaan,” mummy ne meethi awaaz mein kaha, nazar phone par hi. “Bas kuchh dekh 
rahi hoon.”


Papa chale gaye, jaldi hi kharrate shuru. Mummy thodi der sofa par rahi, phir phone le kar guest
 room mein chali gayi.






Main chupke se peeche gaya, adkhule darwaze se jhaankta raha. Kamra halki lambi se roshan, 
papa apne bedroom mein so rahe the. Mummy guest room ke bed par let gayi, chadar odh li, lekin
 aankhein phone par, ungliyaan tezi se chal rahi thi. Mujhe pata tha Davendra hi hoga – itni raat ko
 kaun aur, chehra usi secret josh se chamak raha tha.

Woh gandi thi, bilkul gandi. Jo aurat mujhe sone se pehle kahani sunati thi, ab pati ke bagal mein 
baith kar lover se sexting kar rahi thi.



Sharmaili biwi se yeh besharam randi kaise ban gayi jo gair lund ki aadi ho chuki thi. Papa ki taraf 
dekha jaise woh so rahe hain, chehre par savdhani aur halki si nafrat – pehle jo pyar bhari nazrein 
deti thi woh kahaan gayi.


Dheemi awaaz mein voice note ya call par boli, raat ke sannate mein har shabd saaf:
“Mera pati apne bedroom mein so raha hai, main guest room mein hoon, Davendra my love. 

Mera
 pati kitna bewakoof aadmi hai. Use nahi pata main kitni badi slut hoon, har raat tere lund ke liye 
tarasti hoon, use nahi pata tune mere muh aur chut dono maari hai.”


Dil par mukke lage. Woh ek dum se uthi, khidki ke paas chali gayi, phir bed ki taraf, jhuk kar 
kohniyon par tik gayi, gaand thodi si bahar.


“Woh white panty pehni hai jo tune khareedi thi, lace wali, aur yeh neeli satin long shirt jo jaanghon
 tak bhi nahi aati. Kitni soft hai – kaash tu hota chhone ko.”


Baat romantic aur gandi ho gayi, saansein tez. “Bata na baby mujhe kya karna chahta hai. Kal raat
ki yaad se hi geeli ho rahi hoon. Tere haath meri gaand par, dabana, thappad maarna… oh God, 
mujhe phir se andar chahiye.”


Woh aur jhuk gayi bed par, jaise usse peeche se imagine kar rahi ho. Papa ki taraf dekha, kharrate 
jaari. Phir khali haath panty ke upar se chut par chala gaya, halki siski.







“Mmm Davendra… abhi khud ko chhoo rahi hoon jaise tune sikhaya. Ungliyaan clit par, lekin teri 
jeebh jaisa nahi. Mujhe chaat-chaat kar rula de.”
Dheere bed par chadhi, ab bhi chat mein, jism sensually hil raha tha. 


“Haan baby, main hamesha 
teri gandi
 secret rahungi. Soch, phir tere upar sawar, bade-bade boobs tere muh par. Tera lund itna gehra
 choosungi
, har boond nigal jaungi jaise tere liye hi bani randi.”


Dekhte hue mera lund phir se sakht hone laga, gandagi andar garam kar rahi thi. Kyun? Uske moan, 
shabd, jism – sab itna raw, forbidden tha ki jism sun nahi raha tha.


Phir woh uth baithi, phone angle kiya, khud ki pics lene lagi – shirt neeche kheench kar cleavage, 
phir mirror mein gaand ki, aur jhuk kar aur bada dikhaya, panty cheeks ke beech ghus gayi.


Pics bhej di hongi, papa ke bagal mein baithi apna jism doosre mard ko dikha rahi thi.


Phir dheere se neeli satin shirt utaari, zameen par girne di. Ab sirf white lace bra aur panty 
mein, lambi ki roshni mein jism chamak raha tha.

Bra itni sheer thi ki kaale nipple saaf dikh rahe the, sakht ho chuke the. Panty neeche kamar 
par, lace se uski sunehri-bhuri gaand ka neeche ka hissa bahar latak raha tha, gol, bhaari, 
besharam.


“Davendra, dekh tune mujhe kya bana diya,” dheeme kaanpti awaaz mein. “Yahan aadhi nangi
 khadi hoon jabki mera pati do fit door kharrate le raha hai, aur main sirf tere haathon ki soch 
rahi hoon. Yeh white panty jo tujhe pasand hai? Poori bheeg chuki hai, har kadam par mehsoos
hoti hai.”





Woh chaaron paar chadh gayi, bed dheere dheema, boobs neeche latak rahe the, bra se nikal
 aaye, nipple sheets se ragad rahe the.
Phone pillow se tikaya taaki woh sab dekh sake, phir kohniyon par, gaand upar utha kar, peeth
 tedhi – jaise chadhayi maang rahi ho.


“Dekh kitni geeli hoon tere liye baby,” saans mein boli, peeche haath le ja kar geeli lace par
 ungli pherte hue. “Yeh chut ab teri hai. Kishore ne hafte se haath nahi lagaya, aur lagaye bhi
toh aankhein band kar ke sochti hoon tu hi mujhe phaad raha hai.”


Papa ki taraf dekha, muh khula, kharrate, bilkul bekhabar. Uske chehre par halki si jeet aur 
nafrat.
“Yahin hai Davendra ji… mera pati Kishore kharrate le raha hai jabki uski biwi doosre mard ke
 liye sasti randi ki pose kar rahi hai. Kaash use pata hota kitni baar maine tera naam chillaya 
jab woh bagal mein tha.”


Panty thodi neeche ki, chut ke geele honth dikha diye, ghutne aur phaile, camera aur mujhe
 sab saaf.
“Dekh kitni gulabi aur taiyaar hoon,” dheemi moan ke saath ek, phir do ungliyaan andar. 
“Abhi khud ko chod rahi hoon, kaash tera mota lund hota. Kal raat wala stretch ab bhi mehsoos 
hota hai… tere bina itni khaali hoon.”






Woh peeche dhakel rahi thi, gaand lahar lahar uth rahi thi, panty jaanghon mein latak gayi. 
Boobs bra se poore bahar, neeche latak kar hil rahe the.

“Lekin Davendra… please,” achanak beqabu awaaz, “jo nayi cheez tu baar-baar chhed raha hai… 
main uske baare mein soch-soch kar pagal ho rahi hoon. Kya hai woh? Bata na!”
Ruki, sunne lagi, phir chhoti si siski.


“Nahi baby, mat has – bata! Muh se kuchh? Aur rough? Aisa jo nishaan na dikhe? Ya… mera god, 
boobs ke saath kuchh? Jise maine hamesha mana kiya tha?”
Phir ruk kar hoth kaat liya.


“Sach mein nahi batayega jab tak nangi teri baahon mein na aa jaun, kaanpti hui, 
tere rehmo-karam par?”
Usne saans roki, poora jism kaanp gaya.


“Yeh toh zulm hai Davendra ji… bilkul tasty zulm. Apni shadi-shuda randi ko aise latka kar rakhna.
 Theek hai. Intezaar karungi. Har ghante ginungi jab tak tu woh cheez mujhse na le le jo kisi ne
 kabhi nahi li. Lekin yaad rakh: woh jo bhi hai, mere jism ka woh hissa, jitna bhi ganda ya mana ho
… woh pehle se tera hai. Main kaanp rahi hoon soch-soch kar ki tu use kaise lega.”


Phir woh jhad gayi – muh pillow mein daba kar taaki papa na uth jaaye, poora jism kaanpa, gaand
 sakht hui, jaanghein thartharaayi – ungliyon se aur us naye rahasya ke intoxication se jo Davendra
 ne uske taiyaar, dhokhebaaz jism ke liye plan kiya tha.




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