Adultery My Sanskari Wife - ( Completed )

[Joker44]

Haveli ki purani, dhool-bhari hawa se nikal kar jab Varun ki SUV ek posh private clinic ke saamne ruki, toh mahaul ekdum badal gaya. Yeh koi aam hospital nahi tha. Yeh Mumbai ke outskirts mein bana ek ‘boutique clinic’ tha—jahan ameeron ke raaz dafan kiye jaate the, aur jahan paise fek kar kismat ki lakeerein padhi jaati thi.
Neha car se utari. Uske pair abhi bhi thode kaanp rahe the—sirf darr se nahi, balki haveli mein hue us encounter ki wajah se. Uska jism abhi bhi Varun ke touch se jhanjhana raha tha, aur andar… andar ek ajeeb sa bhaari-pan tha. Usne apna dupatta theek kiya, chehre par bikhre baalon ko sameta, aur ek gehri saans li.
“Chalo, Neha. Himmat mat haarna ab,” Varun ne uske kandhe par haath rakhte hue kaha. Uski awaaz mein ab wo sexual hunger nahi thi, balki ek cold, calculated confidence tha.
Neha ne uska haath jhatak diya. “Mujhe bas sach jaan’na hai. Aur kuch nahi.”
Wo clinic ke glass door ki taraf badhi. Varun ke hothon par ek smirk thi, jaise use result pehle se pata ho.
Aur kuch doori par… ek white sedan mein baitha Sahil sab dekh raha tha. Usne apni car shadows mein park ki thi. Usne ek cap pehen li, collar upar kiya, aur dabe paon unke peeche clinic ke reception area tak pahunch gaya. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha sab sun lenge.




Clinic ke andar thandak thi—AC ki chilled hawa ne Neha ke pasine ko sukha diya. Reception par koi bheed nahi thi. Varun seedha reception par gaya aur ek naam whisper kiya—"Dr. Mehta."

Receptionist ne bina koi sawaal kiye unhe ek private corridor ki taraf ishara kar diya. Sahil, jo bahar ek plant ke peeche se dekh raha tha, samajh gaya ki yeh sab pre-planned tha. Varun ne pehle hi sab set kar rakha tha.
Dr. Mehta ka cabin soundproof tha, lekin blinds thode khule the. Sahil corridor ke end par ek waiting chair par baith gaya, jahan se wo cabin ke andar ka dhundhla nazara dekh sakta tha. Aur kismat se… darwaza halka sa crack open reh gaya tha.
Dr. Mehta, ek middle-aged aadmi jiske chehre par lalach saaf dikh raha tha, Varun se mila.
“Mr. Varun, sab ready hai. Rapid Genetic Test ki kit aur High-Res Ultrasound taiyaar hai. Cost aapko pata hai…”
Varun ne ek mota envelope table par rakh diya. “Cost ki chinta mat karo, Doc. Humein result abhi chahiye. Aaj. Isi waqt.”
Neha chupchap examination bed par let gayi. Usne apni kurti upar ki. Uska pet—jo ab halka sa round shape le raha tha—expose ho gaya.
Sahil ne bahar se apni biwi ka wo nanga pet dekha. Wo pet jise wo roz raat ko chumta tha, jise wo apna maanta tha. Aaj wo kisi aur ke saamne exposed tha, kisi aur ke paise par check ho raha tha.
The Shocking Discovery (Ultrasound)
Doctor ne gel lagaya aur probe ghumana shuru kiya. Monitor par black and white images aane lagi.
Thodi der shanti rahi. Sirf machine ki ‘humming’ awaaz.
Achanak Doctor ki aankhein wide ho gayi. Usne screen ko zoom kiya, fir Varun ki taraf dekha.
“Mr. Varun… Mrs. Neha… Ek good news hai. Aur ek… well, shocking news bhi.”
Neha ka dil halak mein aa gaya. “Kya hua Doctor? Sab theek to hai na?”
Doctor ne screen ki taraf ungli ki.
“Dekhiye yahan. Ek heartbeat yahan hai… dhak-dhak, dhak-dhak. Aur… ek heartbeat yahan hai.”
Neha aur Varun dono ek saath bole— “Twins?!”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Judwa bacche. Ek maa ke liye isse badi khushi kya ho sakti thi? Lekin agle hi pal, uska guilt wapas aa gaya. Do bacche… lekin kiske?
Varun zor se hansa. “Double dhamaka! Wah Neha, tum toh poora package nikli!”
Sahil, bahar baitha, sunn reh gaya. Twins. Uski biwi ke pet mein do jaanein pal rahi thi.
Lekin Doctor ne apna gala saaf kiya. “Ab aate hain paternity test par. Humne jo sample liya tha (CVS method se), uska rapid analysis aa gaya hai. Kyunki aapne ‘mixed paternity’ ka doubt jataya tha, humne markers check kiye.”
Doctor ne ek file uthayi. Mahal mein khamoshi chha gayi.
“Science mein ek rare phenomenon hota hai—Heteropaternal Superfecundation. Matlab, jab ek aurat ke andar do eggs release hote hain, aur wo do alag-alag mardon ke sperm se fertilize hote hain… same cycle mein.”
Neha ka chehra safed pad gaya. “Matlab…?”
Doctor ne seedha Neha ki aankhon mein dekha.
“Matlab yeh, Mrs. Neha, ki aapke womb mein jo do bacche hain… unke baap alag-alag hain.”
Ek sannata. Aisa sannata jo chillane se zyada kaan faad de.
Varun ki hansi ruk gayi. “What? Explain karo, Doc.”
Doctor ne paper par point kiya.
“Fetus A… iske DNA markers aapse 99.9% match karte hain, Mr. Varun. Mubarak ho, aap baap banne wale hain.”
Varun ne ek victorious punch hawa mein mara. “Yes! Maine bola tha na Neha! I knew it! Mera khoon hai!”
Neha rone lagi, uska haath apne mooh par tha. “Aur… aur dusra? Wo Sahil ka hai na? Bataiye Doctor… wo mere pati ka hai na?”
Doctor ne apna chashma theek kiya aur dheere se sar hilaya.
“Nahi, Ma’am. Humne jo husband ka sample (hair strand jo Varun ne चुपke se provide kiya tha Sahil ki comb se) test kiya… wo match nahi hua. Fetus B ka DNA na Mr. Varun se match karta hai, na aapke husband se.”
Neha cheekh padi. “To fir kiska hai?!”
Doctor ne charts check kiye. “Conception date… approximate 2 mahine pehle ki hai. Specific date… 14th June.”
14th June.
Date sunte hi Neha aur Varun dono ki aankhein milin.
Manali. The Tent.
Woh raat jab Neha, Varun, aur Kartik… teeno ek saath the.
Woh raat jab ‘Double Penetration’ hua tha. Jab ek waqt par, Neha ke andar do mardon ne apna seeds daala tha. Ek taraf Varun… aur dusri taraf Kartik.
Varun ke chehre par ek ajeeb si smile phail gayi. Pehle shock, fir amusement, aur fir ek paagalon wali hansi.
“Hahahaha! Oh my God! Kartik! Wo dusra bacha Kartik ka hai! Neha… tumne toh history bana di! Ek bacha mera, ek mere dost ka… aur tumhare pati ka… ZERO!”
Varun itni zor se hans raha tha ki uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya.
“Bhabhi ji, aap toh legend nikli! Us raat jo humne kiya tha… tent mein… aage se main, peeche se wo… yaad hai? Lagta hai hum dono ne nishana sahi lagaya tha!”
Neha bed par toot gayi. Wo fut-fut kar rone lagi.
“Nahi… ye nahi ho sakta… Bhagwan, ye kya kiya maine… Sahil… mere Sahil ka kya hoga…”



Sahil’s Reaction (Bahar Corridor Mein)

Darwaze ke bahar, Sahil diwar se tik gaya. Uske pairon se jaan nikal gayi thi. Wo wahin zameen par slide hote hue baith gaya.
Twins.
Ek Varun ka.
Ek Kartik ka.
Aur wo?
Wo sirf ek spectator tha. Ek audience.
Us raat bhi wo sirf dekh raha tha. Aur aaj bhi wo sirf sun raha tha.
Uske khud ke ghar mein, uski biwi ke pet mein, do bacchon ki dhadkan chal rahi thi—aur unmein se ek bhi khoon uska nahi tha. Uska wajood, uska vansh… sab khatam ho gaya tha.
Usne apni aankhein band ki. Uske dimaag mein wo scene chalne laga—Manali ka tent. Neha beech mein, aage Varun, peeche Kartik. Wo moans, wo screams.
Use gussa aana chahiye tha. Use darwaza tod kar andar jaana chahiye tha. Neha ko, Varun ko, Doctor ko… sabko maarna chahiye tha.
Lekin…
Uske boxer ke andar, ek ajeeb si hulchul hui.
Dukh aur sharm ke beech, ek ganda sa nasha jaag utha.
“Meri biwi… do mardon ke bacche carry kar rahi hai. Ek hi waqt par.”
Yeh khayal use tod bhi raha tha… aur ek bimari ki tarah excite bhi kar raha tha.
The Aftermath (Clinic ke Andar)
Varun ne Neha ke pet par haath rakha. Neha ne hatane ki koshish ki, par Varun ne pakad liya.
“Ab rona dhona band karo, Neha. Ab tum humari ho. Officially. Ek bacha mera, ek mere yaar ka. Sahil toh bas ab… caretaker hai. Bill wo bharega, paalega wo… par khoon humara hoga.”
Varun ne Doctor ki taraf dekha. “Doc, ye baat bahar nahi jaani chahiye. Report mein ‘Husband’ ka naam hi daal do. Hum nahi chahte bechare Sahil ko heart attack aaye.”
Doctor ne paise ka envelope pocket mein rakha. “Don’t worry. Report clean hogi.”
Neha ab ek zinda laash ki tarah leti thi. Usne haveli mein socha tha ki sach jaan kar shanti milegi. Par sach ne use zinda jala diya tha.
Varun ne Neha ko khada kiya. “Chalo, Mummy ji. Party karni chahiye aaj.”
The Exit
Jab Varun aur Neha cabin se bahar nikle, Sahil wahan nahi tha.
Wo pehle hi nikal chuka tha.
Apni car mein baithkar, Sahil ne steering wheel ko zor se pakda. Uski aankhon se aansu gir rahe the, lekin chehre par ek ajeeb si smile thi. Ek toote hue aadmi ki smile.
“Main Caretaker hoon,” usne khud se whisper kiya.
Usne apni car start ki aur unke nikalne ka wait karne laga.
Kahani abhi khatam nahi hui thi.
Ab toh asli khel shuru hua tha. Ek ghar, teen baap, aur do anjaan bacche.
Aur Sahil… jo ab sab jaanta tha, par jiske hoth sil gaye the hamesha ke liye

Clinic se nikalne ke baad SUV ek bhari khamoshi ke saath Mumbai ki sadkon par daud rahi thi. AC ki thandak ke bawajood, gadi ke andar ka mahaul dam ghutne wala tha. Neha passenger seat par thi, uska haath ab bhi apne pet par tha—wo pet jisme ab sirf ek jaan nahi, balki do alag-alag mardon ke beej pal rahe the.
Twins. Ek Varun ka. Ek Kartik ka.
Aur Sahil… uski zindagi ka woh hissa jo ab sabse anjaan ban gaya tha.
Neha ka dimaag sunn pad gaya tha. "Heteropaternal Superfecundation"—doctor ke wo bhaari shabd uske kaan mein goonj rahe the. Usne apni aankhein band ki, toh wahi Manali ka tent yaad aaya. Ek taraf Varun, dusri taraf Kartik. Us raat ka wo "Double Penetration" ab uski zindagi ka sabse bada sach ban chuka tha.
Varun driving seat par tha, ek haath steering par aur dusra window ke frame par. Uske chehre par abhi bhi wo victorious smile thi, jaise usne koi trophy jeet li ho.
Neha ne achanak khamoshi todi. Uski awaaz mein darr tha, par ek determination bhi.
“Mujhe Kartik se baat karni hai.”
Varun ne road se nazar hataye bina ek halki si hansi di. “Kartik se? Kyun? Congratulations bolna hai?”
Neha gusse se mud gayi. “Mazak mat udao, Varun! Doctor ne kya kaha suna nahi tumne? Ek bacha uska hai. Uska haq hai jaan’ne ka. Aur mujhe… mujhe usse poochna hai ki ab aage kya karna hai.”
Varun ne brake par halka paon rakha aur gadi ki speed kam ki. Usne mud kar Neha ko dekha—wohi teasing look jo Neha ko ab chubhne lagi thi.
“Baby, Kartik ko main bata dunga. Tu tension mat le. Waise bhi, wo sunke khushi se pagal ho jayega. Uska nishana itna sateek tha, socha nahi tha usne.”
“Mujhe usse milna hai, Varun. Face to face,” Neha ne zidd ki. “Yeh phone par baat karne wali cheez nahi hai.”
Varun ne steering par ungliyan bajayi. “Okay… mil lena. Lekin tujhe pata hai na, hum sadak par khade hoke baat nahi kar sakte. Public place mein ‘humare’ relation discuss nahi ho sakte.”
Neha ka dil dhadka. Use pata tha ye conversation kahan ja rahi hai.
Varun ne aage kaha, “Mere flat par aa jaana. Parso dopehar ko. Main Kartik ko bula lunga. Wahan aaram se… ‘baat’ karenge.”
Neha ne turant sar hilaya, aankhein badi ho gayi. “Nahi! Bilkul nahi Varun. Maine haveli mein kya kaha tha? Wo aakhri baar tha. Main pregnant hoon, mujhe rest chahiye. Main tumhare flat par nahi aaungi. Bas kahin bahar… cafe mein ya park mein mil lenge.”
Varun zor se hansa. “Cafe mein? Seriously Neha? Wahan kya bologe? ‘Hey Kartik, aadha pet tumhara hai’? Log tamasha bana denge.”
Usne apna haath Neha ke thigh par rakh diya. Neha ne hatane ki koshish ki, par usne grip tight kar li.
“Aur sunn… tu sach mein itni bholi hai? Tujhe lagta hai agar Kartik aayega, aur use pata chalega ki tere andar uska bacha hai… toh wo sirf ‘baat’ karega?”
Neha chup ho gayi. Uski saansein atak gayi.
Varun ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha, “Yaad hai tent wali raat? Kartik kitna wild tha? Agar wo tujhe dekhega, tere pregnant glow ko dekhega… toh tujhe lagta hai wo shant baithega? Wo apna haq maangega, Neha. Jaise maine maanga.”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Par main pregnant hoon… ye safe nahi hai… please Varun, samjhao usse. Bas baat karke solution nikalte hain.”
Varun ne apna haath uske thigh se upar slide kiya, uske pet ke paas.
“Solution hi toh nikalna hai, baby. Aur solution yahi hai—hum teeno ka bond. Dekh, aadha bacha mera hai, aadha uska. Hum dono ko khush rakhna teri responsibility hai ab. Waise bhi… doctor ne mana nahi kiya hai sex ke liye. In fact, thoda enjoyment stress kam karta hai.”
Neha ne Varun ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahan sirf lust aur manipulation tha. Usse samajh aa gaya ki wo ek jaal mein phans chuki hai. Agar use Kartik se baat karni hai, agar use is situation ka koi solution chahiye… toh use Kartik ko bhi wahi dena hoga jo Varun ne liya.
Woh jaanti thi ki Kartik rukne wala nahi hai. Us raat tent mein Kartik ki bhook Varun se kam nahi thi.
Neha ne ek gehri, thaki hui saans chhodi (breathed out). Uske shoulders jhuk gaye. Uska resistance toot gaya.
“Okay…” usne dheere se kaha, awaaz mein haar thi. “Bas ek baar aur. Sirf isliye kyunki mujhe baat karni hai. Aur uske baad… please Varun, koi solution nikalna padega. Main Sahil se aur jhoot nahi bol sakti.”
Varun ke chehre par ek shaitani muskaan phail gayi. “Good girl. Solution nikal aayega. Pehle hum thoda celebrate toh kar lein. Twins hain yaar, chhoti baat nahi hai!”
Usne gadi ki speed badhayi. “Parso afternoon. 2 baje. Main location bhej dunga. Kartik wahan hoga. Aur haan… tayyar hoke aana. Kartik ko wo red waali lipstick pasand hai.”
Neha ne khidki ke bahar dekhna shuru kar diya taaki Varun uske aansu na dekh sake.



Gadi Neha ke ghar se thodi door, ek corner par ruki. Varun ne car unlock ki.

“Bye, Mummy ji. Take care of our babies,” usne wink kiya.
Neha bina kuch bole car se utar gayi. Uske pair bhaari the. Wo sadak par chalti hui apne ghar ki taraf badhi.
Aur kuch door peeche… ek doosri gadi mein baitha Sahil, jo unka peecha karte hue yahan tak aaya tha, sab dekh raha tha.
Sahil ne dekha ki kaise Neha sar jhukaye, haare hue sipahi ki tarah ghar ja rahi hai. Aur Varun ki SUV music bajate hue wahan se nikal gayi.
Sahil ne steering wheel par apna sar tikaya.
“Parso afternoon,” usne khud se whisper kiya, jaise usne Neha ke dimaag ko padh liya ho. “Ek aur meeting. Ek aur deal.”
Uske andar ka jealous pati cheekh raha tha, lekin uske andar ka voyeur… wo agle episode ka intezaar kar raha tha.
Neha ghar ke gate ke andar ghus gayi, apni naseeb aur apne pet mein pal rahe do raaz ke saath.

[Joker44]

I’m currently working on the final chapters of this story, and it will be coming to an end in just a few more updates. Thank you all for reading and for your continued support.

[Ayush01111]

I’m currently working on the final chapters of this story, and it will be coming to an end in just a few more updates. Thank you all for reading and for your continued support.

I have a question har story ke tarah yaha bhi ek accha or saccha admi harega or ap use chuck bana kar kisi or ka baccha palne ke liye majboor karoge

[Ayush01111]

Kabhi to revenge dalo jo is samay pati ka hal hai use bhi ek lover dila do jiske sath vo sab kare or neha ko pata chale chetting ka taste kya hota hai

[exbiixossip2]

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[grp2200]

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[pujaa69]

Nice story waiting for the next bigg update

[srider69]

Awesome. Wonderful update

[Tushar@134]

Please sir
End part best bnana
Sahil ko sirf chutiya na bna dena

[Ayush01111]

We need uodate and i request pleease justice with hisband in thsi story

[exbiixossip2]

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[sahebraopawar]

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[Sanjay Sen]

 wah lajawab 

[Joker44]

Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha jab Neha ne mujhe bola ki aaj woh thodi der ke liye bahar ja rahi hai. “Sahil, bas kuch shopping aur doctor se confirm karna hai twins ke baare mein. Tension mat lo, main jaldi aa jaungi.” Uske chehre pe wohi purani innocent smile thi, lekin aankhon mein kuch gehra, kuch chhupa hua tha. Main jaanta tha ki yeh sirf shopping nahi hai. Clinic ke baad se Neha ka behavior badal gaya tha – kabhi kabhi phone pe chhup-chhup ke baat karti, kabhi mirror ke saamne apne pregnant pet ko haath ferte hue soch mein pad jaati. Aur main… main chupke se sab dekh raha tha, jaise hamesha se. Mera lund already half-hard ho chuka tha soch ke ki aaj kya hone wala hai.

Neha bedroom mein gayi aur darwaza band kar liya. Main drawing room mein baitha tha lekin mera dil uske saath hi tha. Usne pehle mirror ke saamne khud ko dekha – uski pregnant belly ab thodi aur ubhar chuki thi, 4-5 months ki ho chuki thi aur twins hone ki wajah se uska body aur zyada sensitive, aur zyada juicy ho gaya tha. Uske natural boobs pehle se hi bade the, ab pregnancy ne unko aur bhar diya tha – heavy, milky, nipples thode dark aur sensitive. Woh hamesha kehti thi “yeh sab tumhari wajah se hai Sahil” lekin andar hi andar usko pata tha ki asli wajah Varun aur Kartik ke woh creampies the.



Neha ne pehle apni purani pink salwar suit nikala jo ab uske badle hue body pe tight pad raha tha. Salwar ki panty uski gaand pe bilkul chipak jaati thi, aur kameez ke buttons uske swollen boobs pe zor se dab rahe the. Lekin aaj usne kuch alag socha. “Agar main in dono se milne ja rahi hoon toh… simple nahi rehna chahiye,” usne apne aap se kaha, awaaz mein guilt aur excitement ka mix. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh meeting sirf “baat karne” ke liye nahi hai. Paternity confirm hone ke baad complications ho sakte hain – medical, future, ya kuch bhi. Dono real fathers ko saath rakhna zaroori tha. Lekin uske dil mein ek aur awaaz thi – “ek baar unke saamne gayi toh woh mujhe inch by inch chodenge… jaise Manali mein kiya tha.” Uski chut already geeli hone lagi thi soch ke.

Usne drawer se woh special black maternity dress nikala jo usne recently online order kiya tha – soft stretchable fabric, deep V-neck jo uske cleavage ko perfectly highlight karta tha, aur length knee tak, lekin side slits mein uski smooth thighs dikhti thi. Dress uske pregnant belly pe snugly fit ho gaya, boobs ko dono taraf se dabate hue unko aur bada dikha raha tha. Nipples dress ke thin fabric se thode ubhar rahe the. Neha ne andar koi bra nahi pehna – “kyun pehnu? Woh toh jaante hain mera body ab unka hai.” Panty bhi thin black lace wali chuni, jo uski chut ke lips pe bilkul chipak jaati thi. Baal khule chhod diye, thoda makeup – red lipstick jo uske lips ko aur juicy bana deti thi, aur woh mehndi wali payal jo Manali trip mein pehni thi. Mirror mein dekhte hue usne apne pet pe haath ferte hue socha, “Yeh dono bacche… ek Varun ka, ek Kartik ka. Sahil ko kabhi nahi pata chalna chahiye. Main usko kitna fool kar rahi hoon… lekin yeh sab uske fantasy ke liye hi toh shuru hua tha. Ab main rok nahi sakti.”


Guilt uske andar gehri thi. “Sahil mera pati hai, mujhe itna pyar karta hai… aur main uske saamne yeh sab chhupa ke dono mardon se milne ja rahi hoon. Unke lund se apni chut bharwane ja rahi hoon. Yeh galat hai Neha… bahut galat.” Lekin saath hi uski body betray kar rahi thi. Pregnancy ne hormones badha diye the – boobs touch karte hi nipples khade ho jaate, chut mein constant itching rehti thi. “Lekin yeh best way hai. Dono fathers ko saath rakhungi toh koi complication nahi hoga. Aur… aur unke saath hone ka maza bhi toh alag hai. Sahil dekh nahi paayega aaj, lekin shayad baad mein bataungi… ya nahi.”

Phone baja. Unknown number. Neha ka dil dhadka. Uthaya toh Kartik ki deep, husky voice aayi – “Neha baby… Varun yahan mere flat pe hai. Address bhej raha hoon. Jaldi aa ja. Dono tera wait kar rahe hain. Aur haan… jo pehenna hai pehen lena, hum jaante hain tujhe kya pasand hai.” Neha ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne sirf “Okay… main aa rahi hoon” bola aur call cut kar diya. Message aaya – ek fancy apartment ka address, Andheri mein, 7th floor. Neha ne purse uthaya, Sahil ko jhoothi smile di, “Main 2-3 ghante mein aa jaungi jaan,” aur ghar se nikal gayi.

Taxi mein baithte hi uski taange thodi si kaanp rahi thi. Window se bahar dekhte hue soch rahi thi – “Yeh sahi hai kya? Dono saath mein… jaise tent mein tha. Varun ka dominant style, Kartik ka rough hiker wala way. Pehle baat karungi, complications discuss karungi… phir jo hoga dekha jayega.” Lekin andar se woh jaanti thi ki baat karne se pehle hi unke haath uske body pe honge. Uski chut ab poori geeli thi, dress ke neeche panty mein wetness feel ho rahi thi. Boobs heavy ho ke hil rahe the har bump pe. “Sahil ko pata chala toh kya hoga? Lekin woh toh khud hi chahta tha na… mujhe aise dekhna. Ab main unke beech fas chuki hoon – dono fathers, dono lund, aur mera pregnant body unke liye tayyar.”

Taxi apartment ke neeche rukki. Neha ne lift li, 7th floor pe pahunchi. Corridor mein khadi hokar ek deep breath li. Usne apne dress ko thoda adjust kiya – cleavage aur zyada dikhe, belly ko haath se sehlaya. Door ke saamne khadi thi, haath utha ke bell bajane wali thi jab…

Door khula. Varun khada tha – wohi confident smile, white t-shirt mein uska muscular body, aur aankhon mein wohi hunger jo Neha ko hamesha paagal kar deta tha.




Main Sahil, apne drawing room mein baitha tha lekin dil aur lund dono bahar the. Neha jab ghar se nikal gayi thi uski woh pink salwar suit ki jagah ab black maternity dress mein – woh tight dress jo uske pregnant belly ko perfectly hug karta tha aur boobs ko itna ubhar ke dikha raha tha ki main door tak uske cleavage ko dekh sakta tha. “Jaan, jaldi aana,” maine muskurate hue kaha tha, lekin andar se jaanta tha ki yeh koi normal shopping nahi hai. Clinic ke twins reveal ke baad se Neha ka phone aur uski aankhein kuch alag bol rahi thi. Main ne 10 minute wait kiya, phir apni bike uthayi aur uske taxi ke peeche nikal pada. Traffic mein thoda door-door reh ke follow kiya. Andheri ke us fancy apartment building ke neeche uski taxi ruki. Neha utri, lift mein gayi. Main ne jaldi se paas wali building mein ghus gaya – ek under-construction wali society jo bilkul saamne thi, 6th floor pe ek khali flat jiska window khula hua tha. Main ne apne bag se binoculars nikale (haan, maine yeh sab pehle se soch ke rakh liya tha, voyeur husband ka hisaab). Window khula tha apartment ka bhi – 7th floor, curtains halke se hile hue. Perfect view.

Neha door ke saamne khadi thi. Uske haath thode kaanp rahe the. Dress ke neeche uski pregnant belly thodi ubhar rahi thi, boobs heavy aur tight, nipples fabric se thode poke kar rahe the. Uski taange thodi si close thi jaise chut ke wetness ko chhupa rahi ho. Main binoculars se zoom kiya – uska chehra red tha, guilt aur excitement ka mix.

Door khula.

Varun khada tha – white t-shirt mein uska muscular chest, gym wala body, aur wohi smirky smile. “Aayi finally… mera pregnant randi,” usne halke se kaha aur turant Neha ka haath pakad ke andar khinch liya. Neha ki saans ruk gayi. “Varun… wait… main sirf baat karne aayi hoon,” usne dheere se bola, lekin Varun ne door band kar diya aur apna ek haath uske shoulder pe rakh diya – heavy, possessive grip. Uske fingers Neha ki soft skin pe dab gaye, dress ke strap ko thoda side kiya.

Neha ne peeche hatne ki koshish ki. “Sun lo na… main pregnant hoon. Twins. Ek tumhara, ek Kartik ka. Complications ho sakte hain medical mein. Isliye main chahti thi ki dono fathers saath ho… baat kar lein properly. Please… abhi yeh sab mat shuru karo. Sirf listen to me.”

Lekin uske words khatam hone se pehle hi room ke andar se Kartik aa gaya – dusky hiker body, tight vest mein, Manali wala wohi rough look. “Arre Neha… kitni hot lag rahi hai pregnant ho ke,” usne hasste hue bola aur sofa pe baith gaya, legs spread karke.

Neha ki aankhein phail gayi. “Kartik bhi? Varun please… main yahan sirf discuss karne aayi thi. Sahil ko fool kar rahi hoon main… yeh galat hai. Bacchon ke liye bhi sochna padega. Bas ek baar sun lo na…”

Varun ne uske words ko ignore kar diya. Uska haath shoulder se Neha ki kamar pe slide hua, pregnant belly ko halke se touch kiya aur phir ek jhatke se usko apne seene se chipka liya. “Baad mein baat karenge… pehle mujhe relax toh kar de,” usne husky voice mein kaha aur Neha ke lips pe apne lips jod diye.

Woh kiss… bahut hard tha. Varun ne Neha ke lower lip ko apne lips mein pakad ke zor-zor se chusa, phir upper lip ko suck kiya jaise koi ripe fruit ho. Neha ne pehle push kiya – uske haath Varun ke chest pe the, “Mmm… nahi… Varun stop…” lekin Varun ne uske muh ko apne muh mein lock kar liya. Uski tongue Neha ke lips ke beech ghusi, uske teeth se takrati hui, phir andar deep jaake uski tongue ko lapet liya. Wet smooching sounds pura room bhar gaye – *chuuup… chuuup… slurrrp*. Neha ki saans phool rahi thi, uske boobs Varun ke seene se ragad rahe the, nipples hard ho ke fabric ke through feel ho rahe the. Varun ne ek haath Neha ki gaand pe rakh diya aur zor se dabaya, dress ko upar utha ke uski lace panty pe haath ferne laga. Dusra haath uske pregnant belly pe tha, halke se sehlata hua.



Neha thodi der tak resist karti rahi – uske haath Varun ko dhakel rahe the, lekin dheere-dheere uski body betray kar gayi. Pregnancy hormones ne usko itna sensitive bana diya tha ki kiss ke saath hi uski chut mein garmi fail gayi. Uski taange thodi si lapak gayi, aur woh resist karna chhod ke Varun ke lips ko respond karne lagi. Ab woh khud uski tongue chus rahi thi, *mmmph… ahhh* halke moans nikal rahe the uske muh se. Saliva dono ke lips pe mix ho rahi thi, kiss itna deep aur messy tha ki Neha ke chin pe thoda saliva tapak raha tha.

Varun ne kiss todte hue uske lips ko ek last chumma diya aur muskuraya. “Dekha? Ab relax ho gaya na mera mood. Pehle yeh sab kar lete hain… phir baat karenge teri complications ki.”

Neha saans chhodte hue boli, aankhein band kiye hue, “Please Varun… listen to me… main Sahil ko fool kar rahi hoon har roz. Yeh guilt mujhe kha raha hai. Bacche dono ke hain… humein responsible hona chahiye… abhi yeh mat karo na…”

Lekin Varun ka mood bilkul nahi tha sunne ka. Uska haath ab Neha ke boobs pe tha – dress ke upar se heavy milky boobs ko squeeze kar raha tha, nipples ko thumb se ragad raha tha. Neha ki saans tez ho gayi, “Ahh… Varun… nahi… please…”

Kartik sofa se hasste hue bola, apna lund already pant pe ubhar raha tha, “Tu pehle enjoy kar le Varun bhai… main baad mein join karunga. Pregnant Neha ko dekh ke mera bhi lund khada ho raha hai, lekin pehle tu hi khatam kar apna.”

Neha ne Kartik ki taraf dekha, phir Varun ki taraf – uski aankhon mein guilt ke aansu aur desire ka mix tha. “Sahil… mujhe maaf kar dena,” usne apne man mein socha, lekin uski body already Varun ke haathon mein lapak chuki thi.

Main binoculars se pura scene dekh raha tha – open window se awaaze bhi halke-halke aa rahe the. Mera lund pant mein poora khada, haath automatically uspe chala gaya. Neha… meri sanskari wife… ab dono real fathers ke saamne phir se ready hone wali thi.


Main Sahil, binoculars ko aur tight pakad ke window se zoom kiya. Apartment ka window poora khula tha, curtains side pe hain, aur andar ka scene crystal clear dikhai de raha tha. Neha abhi bhi Varun ke seene se chipki hui thi, uska heavy kiss abhi-abhi khatam hua tha. Uski lips swollen aur red ho gayi thi, chin pe thoda saliva chamak raha tha. Pregnant belly uske aur Varun ke beech dab rahi thi. Mera lund pant ke andar poora khada tha – yeh dekh ke ki meri sanskari wife ab dono real fathers ke saamne phir se melt hone wali hai.

Varun ne Neha ko zor se kiss ke baad uske kaan mein husky awaaz mein bola, “Ab baat baad mein… pehle tu mujhe relax kar de randi.” Usne Neha ka haath pakda aur usko drawing room ke bade soft sofa ki taraf le gaya. Neha ki taange thodi si kaanp rahi thi, lekin woh chal padi. Sofa pe pahunchte hi Varun ne usko dhakka deke baitha diya – Neha ki gaand cushion pe giri aur uska pregnant pet thoda upar uth gaya. Dress ka fabric uske thighs pe tight pad raha tha.

“Varun… please… sun toh lo,” Neha ne dheere se bola, aankhein badi-badi kiye hue, lekin Varun ne uski baat ko ignore kar diya. Uska haath Neha ke shoulder pe tha, phir dheere-dheere dress ke strap ko side kiya. “Dekh toh sahi… pregnancy ne tujhe kitni juicy bana diya hai,” usne muskurate hue kaha aur Neha ki aankhon mein dekhte hue dress ke upar wale buttons kholne laga – ek… do… teen… dheere-dheere.

Pehla button khulte hi Neha ke deep cleavage aur zyada dikhai diya. Uski heavy milky boobs ab bilkul free the andar – koi bra nahi. Dusra button khula toh dress ka front poora khul gaya. Varun ne dress ko shoulders se neeche khinch diya. Neha ki dono taraf ki soft, swollen boobs bahar aa gaye – bade, heavy, thode blue veins wale, nipples dark pink aur already hard ho chuke the. Pregnancy ne unko itna sensitive bana diya tha ki hawa lagte hi Neha ki saans phool gayi.

“Varun… nahi… main pregnant hoon… yeh galat hai… Sahil…” Neha ne try kiya push karne ka, haath Varun ke chest pe rakh ke, lekin uski awaaz mein already halki si larz thi.

Varun ne dress ko aur neeche khinch diya – ab woh Neha ki kamar tak utar chuka tha. Uski pregnant belly poori nangi thi – smooth, thodi ubhari hui, twins ki wajah se glow kar rahi thi. Varun ne uspe haath ferte hue dekha, “Fuck… yeh pet… aur yeh boobs… dono mere aur Kartik ke bacchon se bhare hue hain.” Usne Neha ko sofa pe letaya thoda, aur dress ko poora neeche khinch diya – ab sirf thin black lace panty bachi thi. Neha ki smooth thighs, tight gaand aur panty ke upar se uski chut ki shape clearly dikh rahi thi – already wetness ka spot ban chuka tha.

Kartik sofa ke side wale chair pe baitha tha, apna lund pant pe rub karte hue muskuraya, “Bhai, slow kar… pregnant body ko enjoy kar.”

Varun ne Neha ki panty ke elastic pakda aur dheere-dheere neeche khinch diya. Neha ki chut bahar aa gayi – shaved, puffy lips, already geeli aur shiny. Uski clit thodi si ubhari hui thi pregnancy ki wajah se. Varun ne panty ko uski taangon se poora nikaal ke side pe phenk diya. Ab Neha poori nangi thi sofa pe – pregnant belly, heavy boobs, wet chut, sab kuch Varun aur Kartik ke saamne.



Varun ne thoda peeche hata aur usko dekha – aankhein bhari hui. “Kitni hot hai tu ab… sanskari wife se full pregnant slut ban chuki hai.” Usne Neha ke upar jhuk ke pehle uske lips pe phir se deep kiss kiya – wet, smooching, tongue andar tak. Neha ne “Mmmph… nahi…” kaha lekin kiss ke beech hi uski saans tez hone lagi.

Kiss neeche aaya – Varun ne Neha ki neck pe chumma diya, phir collarbone pe, aur seedha uske boobs pe. Usne ek heavy boob ko dono haathon se pakda – soft flesh uske fingers ke beech dab gaya, nipple ko thumb aur forefinger se pinch kiya. Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi, “Ahhh… Varun… dard ho raha hai… please stop… ahh!” lekin uski awaaz mein dard se zyada maza tha.

Varun ne dusre boob ko muh mein le liya. Uska muh poora nipple aur areola pe – zor-zor se chusne laga jaise doodh nikaal raha ho. *Slurrrp… chuuup… mmm* wet sucking sounds pura room bhar gaye. Neha ki taange khud-ba-khud fail gayi. “Varun… nahi… yeh mat karo… Sahil ko pata chalega… ahhh fuck… haan wahi…” Usne try kiya haath se dhakelne ka lekin dheere-dheere uske haath Varun ke sir pe aa gaye aur usko aur andar dabane lage.



Varun ne dono boobs ko alternate chusna shuru kiya – ek ko muh mein, dusre ko haath se squeeze. Nipples ko tongue se lapet-lapet ke chusta, kabhi kabhi halke se bite karta. Neha ke heavy moans ab control se bahar the – “Aahh… Varun… boob mat chuso itna… sensitive hain… oh god… haan… aur zor se…” Uski chut se ek boond geela ras tapak gaya sofa pe. Guilt ke aansu uski aankhon mein the lekin body poori tarah enjoy kar rahi thi. “Sahil… maaf kar dena… main rok nahi paa rahi… yeh maza… yeh guilt… dono saath mein paagal kar rahe hain mujhe.”

Varun ne boobs chuste-chuste ek haath Neha ki chut pe rakh diya – fingers se lips ko sehlate hue clit pe halke circles. Neha ki moans aur tez ho gayi, “Ahh… nahi… andar mat… please… bas baat karne aayi thi main…”

Lekin Varun ne ab khud ko peeche hata diya. Uska lund pant ke andar poora tent bana chuka tha – mota, lamba, veins wala. Usne zip kholi aur apna hard dick bahar nikaal diya – 8 inch ka monster, tip pe already precum chamak raha tha. Usne Neha ke muh ke saamne le jaake haath se hilaya aur bola, husky voice mein:

“Ab yeh le… muh khol aur chus le mera lund. Jaise haveli mein kiya tha… pregnant randi ban ke dikha mujhe.”

Neha ki aankhein lund pe tik gayi – uski lips thode khule, saans tez, guilt aur hunger ka mix chehre pe. Sahil main binoculars se dekh raha tha, haath apne lund pe automatically hilne laga tha. Neha… meri wife… ab phir se unke control mein.

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Main Sahil, binoculars ko aankhon se bilkul chipka ke dekh raha tha. Apartment ka window khula tha, aur andar ka scene itna clear tha ki jaise main wahan khada hoon. Neha sofa pe nangi leti hui thi – pregnant belly thodi ubhari, heavy milky boobs dono taraf spread, nipples dark aur hard, chut ke puffy lips already geele aur chamak rahe the. Varun uske saamne khada tha, apna mota 8-inch lund haath mein pakde hue, tip pe precum ki boond latak rahi thi. Neha ne us lund ko dekha, aankhein badi-badi. Uske chehre pe guilt, sharm aur inevitability ka mix tha. Woh jaanti thi – ab rokne ka koi fayda nahi. Ek baar yeh dono shuru ho gaye toh baat sunenge hi, pehle use chod ke thakenge.

Neha ne dheere se haath uthaya, Varun ke lund ko pakda – garam, throbbing, veins se bhara. “Varun… yeh sab ke baad baat karenge na?” usne halki si awaaz mein poocha, lekin jawab mein Varun ne sirf uske baal pakde aur lund uske muh ke paas kiya. Neha ne aankhein band ki, ek deep breath li aur… gulp.

Poora lund ek hi baar mein muh mein le liya – deep throat tak. Uski gardan thodi si upar uthi, gaal phool gaye. “Ghhhuuuppp…” pehli awaaz nikli jab lund uske gale tak pahuncha. Neha ki aankhein pani se bhar gayi, lekin usne resist nahi kiya. Usne apne lips ko tight kiya aur sucking shuru kar di – dheere-dheere upar neeche, tongue lund ke neeche lapet ke.

*Ghup… ghup… slurrrp… hup… hup…*


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Wet, messy sounds pura room bharne lage. Neha ab expert ban chuki thi – haveli wale din se seekh gayi thi. Woh lund ko muh se nikaalti, tip ko tongue se chat-ti, phir phir se andar le leti, gale tak. Kabhi kabhi uske muh se “mmmph… mmm” ki awaaze nikal rahi thi. Varun ke haath uske baal mein the, halke-halke thrust de raha tha. “Fuck… kitni achhi chusti hai tu ab… pregnant ho ke bhi randi ban gayi,” Varun moan karta hua bola.

Neha shuru mein sirf “karna pad raha hai” wali feeling se chus rahi thi, lekin dheere-dheere uski body enjoy karne lagi. Pregnancy ne usko itna horny bana diya tha ki lund chuste hi uski chut se aur geela ras nikalne laga. Uski taange sofa pe fail gayi, ek haath apne pregnant belly pe tha, dusra Varun ke thighs pe. Ab woh khud se zyada deep le rahi thi – *ghuuup… gluck… slurrrp* – saliva uske chin pe tapak rahi thi, lips swollen. Uski aankhon mein ab guilt ke saath maza bhi tha. “Yeh galat hai… Sahil ko fool kar rahi hoon… lekin yeh lund… yeh maza… rok nahi paa rahi,” usne man mein socha aur sucking aur tez kar di.

Varun ne thodi der baad lund bahar nikala – poora wet, Neha ke saliva se chamak raha tha. Usne Neha ko sofa pe letaya, uski taange faila di. Ab uski panty already side pe thi lekin Varun ne use poora neeche khinch ke side fenk diya. Neha ki chut bilkul nangi – puffy, pinkish-brown, lips geele aur slightly open, clit ubhari hui. Varun ne jhuk ke uski chut ko close se dekha, phir naak se andar tak smell kiya – deep breath.


“Mmm… pregnant chut ka smell alag hi hai… kitni sweet aur horny,” usne kaha aur ek ungli se lips ko sehlaaya. Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi, “Ahhh… Varun… touch mat karo… sensitive hai… please…” lekin uski awaaz mein stop karne wali feeling nahi thi.



Varun ne fingers se chut ke lips ko failaya, clit pe halke circles banaye. Neha ke moans heavy hone lage – “Aahh… nahi… oh god… haan wahi… finger mat andar… ahhh fuck!” Uski taange kaanp rahi thi, pregnant belly upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Varun ne ek ungli andar daali – geela, tight, pregnant chut ne usko turant lapet liya. Dheere-dheere andar-bahar, phir do ungliyan. Neha ab control kho chuki thi – “Varun… zor se… nahi… haan… aur zor se mat… ahhhhh!”

Phir Varun ne muh jhukaya. Usne Neha ki chut pe ek deep kiss kiya – lips ko apne lips mein pakad ke chusa, tongue andar ghusa di. *Slurrrp… chuuup… mmm* wet licking sounds. Tongue clit pe lapet-ta, andar chut ke walls ko chaat-ta. Neha ki taange Varun ke sir pe aa gayi, usko aur andar dabane lagi. “Ahh… Varun… chut mat chato itna… main paagal ho jaungi… oh fuck… haan… aur andar… Sahil maaf kar… main enjoy kar rahi hoon… ahhhhh!”

Tab Kartik ab control nahi rakh saka. Woh chair se utha, apna lund pant se bahar nikaal ke haath mein pakda aur sofa pe Neha ke upar aa gaya. Usne Neha ke lips pe apne lips jod diye – deep, passionate kiss. Ek haath Neha ke left boob pe – heavy milky flesh ko squeeze karta, nipple ko pinch karta. Neha “Mmmphhh…” ki awaaz muh mein daba ke respond karne lagi.

Ek taraf Varun Neha ki chut ko zor-zor se chaat raha tha – tongue andar-bahar, clit suck karta, wet sounds *slurrrp… chup chup*. Dusri taraf Kartik Neha ke muh ko chus raha tha, tongue uske muh mein ghuma raha, saliva exchange. Uska dusra haath right boob pe – dono boobs ab dono mardon ke haathon mein the. Squeeze, knead, nipples pinch aur twist. Neha ke heavy moans ab dono taraf se aa rahe the – “Mmmph… ahhh… nahi… haan… boobs mat dabao itna… chut… oh god… dono saath mein… main mar jaungi… ahhhhh!”



Neha ki body poori tarah lapak chuki thi. Pregnant belly upar-neeche, taange faili, boobs dono haathon mein dab rahe, chut Varun ki tongue se geeli, muh Kartik ke kiss se bhara. Guilt abhi bhi thi – “Sahil… main tumhari sanskari wife thi… ab yeh… dono ke beech… lekin maza itna hai ki rok nahi paa rahi” – lekin enjoyment uspe havi ho chuka tha. Uski chut se ras tapak raha tha Varun ke muh pe.

Main binoculars se sab dekh raha tha, haath apne lund pe tez-tez hilata hua. Meri wife… ab poori tarah unke saath.


Main Sahil, paas wali building ke khali flat mein khada tha, binoculars aankhon pe chipke hue. Scene itna clear tha ki jaise main wahan sofa ke paas khada hoon. Neha abhi bhi sofa pe leti hui thi – bilkul nangi, pregnant belly glow kar rahi thi, heavy milky boobs dono taraf spread, nipples dark aur khade, chut geeli aur Varun ki tongue se chamak rahi thi. Kartik uske upar jhuka hua tha, uske lips ko chus raha tha aur dono haathon se uske boobs ko squeeze kar raha tha. Varun abhi bhi Neha ki chut chaat raha tha, tongue andar-bahar karte hue wet *slurrrp… chup chup* awaaze nikaal raha tha.

Kartik ne kiss todte hue apna lund haath mein pakda – dusky, thick, 7-inch ka, tip pe precum chamak raha tha. Usne Neha ke muh ke bilkul paas le jaake bola, husky voice mein, “Ab mera bhi le le baby… jaise pehle karti thi Manali mein.”

Neha ki aankhein khuli. Uski saans tez thi, lips already swollen Varun ke kiss aur chut chaatne se. Usne Kartik ke lund ko dekha, ek pal hesitation hui – “Kartik… yeh sab… baat toh kar leni chahiye…” lekin uski body ne already haar maan li thi. Woh jaanti thi ki ab rokne ka koi matlab nahi. Usne muh khola aur Kartik ka lund andar le liya – dheere se, phir ek gulp mein thoda deep.

*Ghuppp…*



Kartik ne khushi se saans chhodi, “Ahhh fuck… kitni garam muh hai tera pregnant ho ke bhi.” Neha ne sucking shuru kar di – upar neeche, lips tight kiye hue, tongue lund ke neeche lapet ke. *Ghup… ghup… slurrrp… hup hup* wet sucking sounds shuru ho gaye. Neha ab enjoy kar rahi thi – uski aankhein band, cheeks hollow, kabhi kabhi lund ko gale tak le jaati aur thoda gag karti. Saliva uske chin pe tapak rahi thi, mixing with Kartik ke precum.

Tab Varun ne apna muh Neha ki chut se uthaya. Uski lips geele the Neha ke ras se. Usne apna mota 8-inch lund haath mein pakda, tip ko Neha ki puffy chut lips pe ragda. “Dekh… teri chut kitni geeli ho chuki hai… dono bacchon ke fathers ke liye khud-ba-khud khul rahi hai,” usne muskurate hue kaha. Neha ne muh mein Kartik ka lund chuste hue sirf “Mmmphhh…” ki awaaz nikaali, uski taange thodi si fail gayi jaise invitation de rahi ho.

Varun ne lund ka supada Neha ki chut ke entrance pe rakha aur dheere se dhakka diya. Inch by inch andar ghusne laga – pregnant chut tight thi lekin bahut geeli, isliye aasani se slide ho gaya. “Aaaahhhhh…!” Neha ke muh se zor ki moan nikli, lekin Kartik ka lund muh mein hone ki wajah se yeh “Mmmmmaaaahhhphhh…” ban gaya. Uski peeth sofa pe arch ho gayi, pregnant belly upar uthi.

Varun ne poora lund andar pel diya – balls tak. “Fuck… kitni tight aur garam hai teri chut ab… pregnancy ne aur bhi juicy bana diya,” usne moan kiya aur dheere-dheere thrust shuru kar diya. Har thrust ke saath Neha ki chut se *chup… chup… ploch… ploch* wet fucking sounds aa rahe the. Varun ke haath Neha ke thighs pe the, usko thoda aur faila raha tha taaki gehraai tak ja sake.


Neha ab poori tarah dono mardon ke beech thi. Uska muh Kartik ke lund se bhara hua tha – woh zor-zor se chus rahi thi, *ghup ghup ghup* ki awaaze, kabhi kabhi lund ko bahar nikaal ke tip ko tongue se chat-ti aur phir andar le leti. Uski aankhein pani se bhar gayi thi maza se, lekin moans ab control se bahar the. Har baar jab Varun ka lund andar jaata, Neha ke muh se “Mmmph… ahhh… mmmphhh!” ki muffled moans nikal rahi thi. Uski taange Varun ke kamar pe lapetne lagi, pregnant belly har thrust ke saath hil rahi thi.

“Kitni achhi lag rahi hai tu… meri pregnant randi,” Varun ne saans chhodte hue kaha aur speed badha di. Ab woh medium-hard thrusts de raha tha – lund poora bahar nikaal ke phir se andar tak pel deta. Har baar Neha ki chut lips lund ke saath bahar aa jaati, phir andar chali jaati. “Ahhh… teri chut mera lund choos rahi hai… dekho Kartik, kitni greedy ban gayi hai yeh.”

Kartik Neha ke muh mein lund pelte hue hassta hua bola, “Haan bhai… muh bhi bahut achha chus rahi hai. Gale tak le rahi hai… pregnant ho ke bhi professional randi ban gayi.” Usne ek haath Neha ke baal pakde aur halke thrusts diye muh mein, dusre haath se uske left boob ko squeeze kiya. Nipple ko pinch karta, “Yeh boobs… doodh se bhare hue lag rahe hain… chusne ka mann kar raha hai.”

Neha ke moans ab aur tez aur messy ho gaye. Muh mein lund hone ke bawajood bhi uske “Mmmph… ahhh… fuck… haan… aur zor se… mmmphhh!” ki awaaze nikal rahi thi. Uski body har thrust ke saath hil rahi thi – boobs bounce kar rahe the, pregnant belly upar-neeche, chut Varun ke lund se geeli awaaze nikaal rahi thi *ploch ploch ploch*. Woh ab khud enjoy kar rahi thi – guilt abhi bhi thi lekin maza uspe havi tha. “Sahil… maaf kar… lekin yeh dono… yeh lund… mujhe paagal kar rahe hain… ahhh… aur gehra… haan wahi spot pe…”



Varun ne thrust aur strong kiye, har baar balls Neha ki gaand se takra rahe the. “Teri chut kitni wet hai… mera aur Kartik ka cum andar hi andar mix ho raha hoga… dono bacchon ke fathers ek saath chod rahe hain tujhe.” Usne ek haath Neha ke clit pe rakh diya aur rub karne laga jabki lund andar-bahar ho raha tha.

Kartik bhi maze le raha tha – Neha ke muh mein lund pelte hue, kabhi kabhi bahar nikaal ke uske lips pe rub karta, phir phir se andar. “Chus aur zor se baby… haan aise… teri tongue kitni soft hai… ahhh fuck.”

Dono mardon ki awaaze bhi aa rahi thi – Varun: “Fuck… tight pregnant pussy… mera lund andar tak ja raha hai…” Kartik: “Mera bhi… muh garam hai jaise chut… pregnant randi best hai.”

Neha ki body poori tarah unke control mein thi. Uski taange faili hui, ek haath apne pregnant belly pe, dusra Kartik ke thigh pe. Har thrust aur suck ke saath uske moans badh rahe the – muffled lekin heavy aur desperate. “Mmmph… ahhh… nahi… haan… dono saath… mujhe chod rahe ho… ahhh… aur zor se Varun… Kartik… mmmphhh!”

Main binoculars se sab dekh raha tha – meri sanskari wife ab dono ke beech sandwiched, ek lund muh mein, dusra chut mein, pregnant body hilta hua, moans se bhara room. Mera haath apne lund pe tez ho gaya tha. Abhi climax nahi hua tha… lekin yeh sirf shuruaat thi.

Main Sahil, binoculars se aankh lagaaye hue tha. Apartment ke andar ka scene ab aur bhi wild ho chuka tha. Neha sofa pe leti hui thi – pregnant belly upar-neeche ho rahi thi, heavy milky boobs bounce kar rahe the, chut Varun ke mota lund se geeli-chamak rahi thi aur muh Kartik ke lund se bhara hua tha. Har thrust ke saath uske muffled moans pura room bhar rahe the – “Mmmph… ahhh… mmmphhh!” Uski taange Varun ke kamar pe lapet rakhi thi, ek haath apne pet pe, dusra Kartik ke thigh pe.

Varun aur Kartik ne ek dusre ki taraf dekha. Dono ke chehre pe wohi satisfied, dominant smirk tha. Varun ne apna lund Neha ki chut se dheere se bahar nikala – poora wet, Neha ke ras aur uske precum se chamak raha tha. Neha ke muh se ek halki si “Ahhh…” ki awaaz nikli jab lund chut se nikaala. Kartik ne bhi apna lund Neha ke muh se bahar kiya – Neha ki lips se ek lambi saliva ki lad ki lagi hui thi.

Dono mardon ne ek dusre ko dekha, muskuraye aur high-five maara – *pak!* ki awaaz hui. “Bhai, ab teri baari chut ki,” Varun ne hasste hue bola. Kartik ne reply kiya, “Haan, aur tu is pregnant randi ke muh ko aur gehra chod. Dekhte hain kitna swallow karti hai aaj.”

Neha ki aankhein khuli. Woh saans le rahi thi, lips swollen, chin pe saliva aur precum ka mix. “Varun… Kartik… ab baat toh kar lo na… please… yeh sab ke baad…” usne dheere se bola, lekin uski awaaz mein abhi bhi woh desperation thi jo rukna nahi chahti thi. Pregnancy hormones ne usko itna horny bana diya tha ki uski chut ab khud-ba-khud spasming kar rahi thi, geela ras thighs pe tapak raha tha.

Dono ne position swap kar liya. Varun sofa ke side pe aa gaya, jahan Kartik baitha tha. Usne Neha ke baal pakde aur usko thoda upar kiya – ab Neha ka sir sofa ke edge pe tha, muh perfect angle pe. Kartik ne Neha ki taange failayi aur uske beech baith gaya. Uska thick dusky lund ab Neha ki wet chut ke entrance pe tha.

“Ready ho ja baby,” Kartik ne kaha aur apna lund Neha ki chut pe ragda. Neha ki chut lips ne turant usko welcome kiya – geela aur garam. Kartik ne ek zor ka dhakka diya aur poora lund andar pel diya. “Aaaahhhhh fuck…!” Neha ki zor ki moan nikli, pregnant belly hil gayi. Kartik ka lund thoda chhota tha Varun se lekin thicker, isliye chut ko stretch kar raha tha alag feel de raha tha.

Kartik ne dheere-dheere thrusting shuru kar diya – *ploch… ploch… chup chup* wet sounds shuru. Har thrust ke saath Neha ki chut lips bahar aa jaati, phir andar chali jaati. “Kitni tight pregnant pussy hai teri… Manali mein bhi aisi hi thi… ab bacchon se bhari hui bhi aur mazedaar,” Kartik moan karta hua bola aur speed badha di.



Saath hi Varun ne Neha ke muh mein apna mota lund daal diya. Ab Neha ka muh Varun ke bade lund se bhara hua tha. “Ghhuuuppp…” deep throat sound aaya jab Varun ne seedha gale tak pel diya. Neha ki aankhein pani se bhar gayi, lekin usne resist nahi kiya. Uski tongue lund ke neeche lapet gayi aur sucking shuru ho gayi – *ghup… ghup… slurrrp… hup hup*. Ab woh dono lund ko ek saath handle kar rahi thi – muh mein Varun ka mota, chut mein Kartik ka thick.

Neha ke moans ab aur bhi muffled aur desperate the – “Mmmphhh… ahhh… mmmph… fuck… haan…” Har baar jab Kartik ka lund chut mein gehra jaata, Neha ke muh se Varun ka lund thoda bahar nikal jaata aur phir andar chala jaata. Uski body poori tarah hil rahi thi – boobs bounce kar rahe the, pregnant belly upar-neeche, taange Kartik ke kamar pe lapet hui.

Varun Neha ke muh mein thrust karte hue bola, “Dekh Kartik… kitni achhi pregnant slut ban gayi hai yeh. Muh mein mera lund gale tak le rahi hai, chut mein tera lund choos rahi hai. Sahil ko pata hota toh kya kehta?” Dono hasse.

Kartik Neha ki chut mein zor-zor se pelte hue reply kiya, “Haan bhai… yeh toh ab hamari common randi hai. Dono bacchon ke fathers ek saath use chod rahe hain. Teri chut kitni wet hai Neha… mera lund andar tak slide ho raha hai bina rukawat ke.”

Neha ab poori tarah enjoy mode mein aa chuki thi. Guilt abhi bhi uske dil mein thi – “Sahil… main tumhari sanskari patni thi… ab yeh dono… mera muh aur chut dono bhar rahe hain… lekin yeh maza… ahhh… rok nahi paa rahi” – lekin uski body khud respond kar rahi thi. Uski taange Kartik ko aur andar khinch rahi thi, muh Varun ke lund ko zor se chus raha tha. *Ghup ghup ghup… ploch ploch ploch* dono taraf se wet sounds mil rahe the.

Varun ne ek haath Neha ke heavy boob pe rakh diya aur squeeze kiya, nipple ko pinch karta hua. Kartik ne dusre boob ko pakad liya aur knead karne laga. Dono mardon ke haath Neha ke sensitive pregnant boobs pe the – squeeze, rub, pinch. Neha ke muffled moans aur tez ho gaye – “Mmmph… ahhhh… boobs… nahi… haan… aur zor se… mmmphhh!”

Kartik thrust aur hard kar raha tha – har baar balls Neha ki gaand se takra rahe the. “Ahhh… teri chut mera lund massage kar rahi hai… pregnant hone se aur tight ho gayi hai kya?” Varun bhi muh mein deep thrusts de raha tha, “Gale tak le… haan aise… teri throat kitni garam hai randi…”

Neha ki body kaanp rahi thi. Uski chut Kartik ke lund ke around spasming kar rahi thi, muh Varun ke lund ko choos rahi thi jaise jaan nikaal legi. Dono mardon ki awaaze bhi badh rahi thi – Varun: “Fuck… best blowjob ever… pregnant muh best hai.” Kartik: “Chut bhi top class… andar tak geeli aur hot.”

Dono ne phir se ek dusre ko dekha aur hasse, jaise plan bana rahe hon. Neha ab unke beech sandwiched thi – muh mein ek lund, chut mein dusra, boobs dono haathon mein, pregnant body hilta hua, moans se bhara hua.

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Main Sahil, binoculars se bilkul chipke hue dekh raha tha. Apartment ke andar ka mahaul ab poora garam ho chuka tha. Neha sofa pe leti hui thi – uska pregnant belly hil raha tha, heavy milky boobs bounce kar rahe the, chut Kartik ke thick lund se geeli-chamak rahi thi aur muh Varun ke mota lund se bhara hua tha. *Ghup ghup… ploch ploch* ki awaaze dono taraf se aa rahi thi. Neha ke muffled moans ab control se bahar the – “Mmmphhh… ahhh… mmmph… haan…”

Neha ka dimag ab bilkul band ho chuka tha. Pehle guilt ke thoughts aa rahe the – Sahil, bacche, sanskari patni… lekin ab sab bhool gayi thi. Pregnancy hormones, dono mardon ke lund aur uski sensitive body ne usko poori tarah randi bana diya tha. Ab woh sirf enjoy kar rahi thi. Uski taange khud-ba-khud fail rahi thi, chut Kartik ke lund ko andar khinch rahi thi aur muh Varun ke lund ko zor se chus rahi thi. “Bas maza… aur maza… aur kuch nahi,” usne man mein socha aur aankhein band kar li.

Varun aur Kartik ne phir se ek dusre ko dekha. Dono ke chehre pe wohi hungry smile thi. Varun ne apna lund Neha ke muh se bahar nikala – poora wet aur chamak raha tha. Kartik ne bhi apna lund Neha ki chut se dheere se bahar kiya. Neha ki chut khuli reh gayi, geela ras tapak raha tha.

“Ab time aa gaya bhai,” Varun ne bola aur high-five maara. “Double penetration. Pregnant randi ko dono holes mein bhar dete hain.”

Dono ne Neha ko sofa pe properly letaya. Varun ne pehle neeche let gaya – uska mota 8-inch lund seedha upar khada tha, veins se bhara, tip geela. Usne Neha ko apne upar uthaya. Neha ki taange uske dono taraf fail gayi. Varun ne apna lund pakda aur Neha ki wet chut pe set kiya. “Baith ja randi… apni chut mein le mera lund.”

Neha ne aankhein kholi, ek pal hesitation hui lekin phir usne khud ko neeche kiya. Varun ka mota lund inch by inch uski chut mein ghus gaya. “Oooohhhhh… fuck… bahut mota hai… ahhhhh!” Neha ke muh se zor ki growl nikli. Uski pregnant belly Varun ke pet se ragad rahi thi. Poora lund andar tak chala gaya, balls tak. Neha ki chut ne usko tight lapet liya. “Ahhh… Varun… gehra ja raha hai… haan…”



Varun ne Neha ki kamar pakdi aur halke thrusts shuru kar diye – upar se Neha ko upar-neeche kar raha tha. *Ploch… ploch… chup chup* chut ke wet sounds shuru ho gaye. Neha ke boobs Varun ke muh ke paas the, woh kabhi kabhi nipple chus leta.

Ab Kartik Neha ke peeche aa gaya. Usne Neha ki gaand ke cheeks failaye. Neha ki tight ass hole Manali ke DP ke baad se thodi loose ho chuki thi lekin abhi bhi tight thi. Kartik ne apne lund pe thuk lagaaya (Neha ki chut ke ras se bhi geela tha) aur tip ko ass hole pe rakha.

Neha ne peeche mud ke dekha. “Kartik… dheere… pregnant hoon main… ahhh… Manali ke baad phir se… haan… lekin dheere daal na…” Usne jaan bujh ke bola lekin andar se excitement thi. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh stretch hone wala hai aur usko maza aayega.

Kartik ne dheere se dhakka diya. Uska thick lund Neha ki ass mein inch by inch ghusne laga. Neha ki aankhein band ho gayi, muh khula, “Oooohhh… fuck… stretch ho rahi hai… ahhhhh… dheere Kartik… bahut tight hai… haaan… aur andar…”

Kartik ne ruk ke dheere-dheere aur gehra dhakka diya. Poora lund Neha ki gaand mein chala gaya. Ab Neha dono holes mein bhar chuki thi – chut mein Varun ka mota lund, gaand mein Kartik ka thick lund. Dono mardon ke beech sandwiched, pregnant belly dono ke beech dab rahi thi.

“Fuck… dono holes tight aur garam hain,” Varun ne moan kiya aur neeche se thrust karne laga.



Kartik ne bhi peeche se rhythm pakda. Dono ab ek saath move karne lage – Varun upar se, Kartik peeche se. *Ploch ploch… thap thap thap* heavy deep fucking sounds shuru ho gaye. Har thrust ke saath Neha ki body hil rahi thi – boobs zor-zor se bounce kar rahe the, pregnant belly upar-neeche, taange kaanp rahi thi.

Neha ab poori tarah bhool gayi thi sab kuch. Guilt, Sahil, bacche – sab bhool. Woh ab sirf randi ban chuki thi. “Ahhhhh… fuck… dono saath… bahut gehra… haan… aur zor se… chod do mujhe… ahhh… Varun… Kartik… aur tez… mera chut aur gaand dono bhar do!” uske muh se zor-zor ki moans nikal rahi thi. Uski awaaz ab bilkul wild thi – “Oooohhh… stretch ho rahi hai… haan… Manali jaisa… lekin aur better… fuck me hard… main tumhari randi hoon aaj!”

Dono mardon ki enjoyment ki had nahi thi. Varun neeche se bol raha tha, “Teri pregnant chut mera lund choos rahi hai… kitni wet aur tight… ahhh fuck!” Kartik peeche se, “Gaand bhi bahut mazedaar… tight hole pregnant randi ki… thap thap… le le pura andar!”

Neha ab khud bhi move kar rahi thi – upar-neeche bounce karti hui dono lund ko andar le rahi thi. Uski taange Varun ke kamar pe tight, haath sofa pe support ke liye. Boobs hil rahe the, nipples hard. Har deep thrust ke saath uske muh se “Ahhh… haan… aur gehra… fuck… main paagal ho rahi hoon… chodte raho… randi bana do mujhe!” ki wild moans nikal rahi thi.



Dono mardon ne speed badha di. Room mein sirf thap thap ki awaaze, wet fucking sounds aur Neha ke desperate randi moans bhar gaye the. Neha ki body poori tarah unke control mein thi – pregnant, sensitive, aur ab full enjoy mode mein.


Main Sahil, binoculars ko itna tight pakad rakha tha ki haath kaanp rahe the. Apartment ke andar ka scene ab poora hardcore ho chuka tha. Neha sofa pe Varun ke upar thi – uski pregnant belly Varun ke pet se ragad rahi thi, heavy milky boobs zor-zor se bounce kar rahe the, nipples dark aur khade. Uski chut mein Varun ka mota 8-inch lund gehra andar-bahar ho raha tha aur gaand mein Kartik ka thick lund zor-zor se pel raha tha. Dono mardon ke beech Neha bilkul sandwiched thi, DP mein poori tarah bhar chuki thi.

*Thap thap thap… ploch ploch ploch… thap thap!*

Heavy, wet, flesh-slapping sounds pura room bhar rahe the. Neha ab bilkul randi ban chuki thi. Sab soch, guilt, Sahil – sab bhool gayi thi. Sirf maza tha, sirf lund ka maza. Uski aankhein half-closed, muh khula, saliva lips pe, aur zor-zor ki wild moans nikal rahe the.

“Ahhhhh… fuck… dono saath… bahut gehra… haan… aur zor se pelo… chod do mujhe… main tumhari pregnant randi hoon aaj!” 



Varun neeche se uski kamar pakad ke zor-zor se upar dhakke de raha tha. Har thrust ke saath uska mota lund Neha ki chut ke andar tak pahunch raha tha, clit ko ragadta hua. “Haha… dekho Kartik, yeh sanskari wife ab kitni bhookhi ho gayi hai. Pregnant ho ke bhi randi jaisi chillaa rahi hai!” Varun hasste hue bola, saans phooli hui.

Kartik peeche se gaand mein zor se pel raha tha, dono haathon se Neha ki gaand ke cheeks pakad ke failaye hue. “Haan bhai… teri gaand kitni tight hai abhi bhi… le le pura… thap thap… ahhh fuck… pregnant ass bhi first class hai!” Kartik bhi has raha tha, maza lete hue speed badhata ja raha tha.

Dono mardon ne rhythm perfect kar liya tha – ek andar, dusra bahar, phir dono saath mein gehra dhakka. Neha ki body hil rahi thi jaise koi toy ho. Uski heavy boobs upar-neeche zor se bounce kar rahe the, pregnant belly dab rahi thi, taange kaanp rahi thi.

Pehla orgasm jhatke se aaya.

“Ahhhhhh… fuck… aa raha hai… nahi… haaan… main aa rahi hoon… OHHHHHHH!” 

Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi, chut Varun ke lund ke around spasming karne lagi, gaand Kartik ke lund ko tight pakad li. Uski taange straight ho gayi, pura body kaanp raha tha. Chut se geela ras Varun ke lund pe tapakne laga. Neha ki aankhein upar chadh gayi, muh se lambi cheekh nikli – “Cumming… cumming so hard… ahhhhh!”


Dono mardon ne hasste hue aur tez pelna shuru kar diya. “Haha… pehla orgasm aa gaya iski… pregnant chut kitni sensitive hai!” Varun bola. Kartik ne gaand mein aur gehra dhakka maara, “Le aur… aur aa ja randi… hum nahi rukne wale!”

Neha ko saans lene ka time nahi mila. Dono lund ab bhi zor-zor se andar-bahar ho rahe the. Dusra orgasm jaldi hi aa gaya – is baar aur strong.

“Varun… Kartik… phir se… ahhh… bahut gehra… haan wahi… OHHHH FUCK… main phir aa rahi hoon… aaaahhhhhh!”

Neha ka pura body hil gaya. Chut aur gaand dono spasming kar rahe the, doodh jaisa geela ras chut se bahar nikal raha tha. Uski taange Varun ke kamar pe tight lapet gayi, nails Varun ke chest pe gadd gaye. Moans ab bilkul wild aur broken the – “Haan… aur… chodte raho… main tumhari hoon… randi… pregnant randi… ahhhhh!”

Dono has rahe the, maza le rahe the. “Dekh bhai… doosra orgasm… yeh toh machine ban gayi hai!” Kartik bola aur gaand mein speed badha di. Varun ne Neha ke boobs pakad ke squeeze kiya, nipples ko zor se pinch kiya, “Teri boobs bhi hil rahe hain… doodh nikalne wala hai kya randi?”

Teesra orgasm sabse bada tha. Neha ab poori tarah out of control thi. Uski body sweat se chamak rahi thi, baal chehre pe chipke hue, lips swollen.

“Ahhhhh… nahi… phir se… bahut zor se aa raha hai… haan… dono lund… mera chut aur gaand… OHHHHHHHHH… I’M CUMMING AGAIN… FUCK ME… HARDER… AAAAHHHHHH!”

Neha ka pura body ekdum tight ho gaya, phir zor se kaanpne laga. Chut se fountain jaisa geela squirt nikla, Varun ke pet aur lund pe. Gaand Kartik ke lund ko itna tight pakad rahi thi ki woh bhi moan karne laga. Neha ki cheekh pura apartment bhar gayi – lambi, desperate, randi wali.

Ab dono mardon ka bhi time aa gaya tha. Unki saans tez, muscles tight.



Varun neeche se zor-zor se dhakke marte hue bola, “Main aa raha hoon… teri chut mein bhar deta hoon… le le mera cum randi… ahhhh… fuck… here it comes!”

Kartik peeche se gaand mein deep thrust karte hue, “Mera bhi… teri tight ass mein… haan… pregnant randi ko dono taraf se bhar dete hain… ahhh… le!”

Dono ne ek saath heavy climax kiya.

Varun ka mota lund Neha ki chut ke andar gehra jakad gaya aur zor-zor se cum shoot karne laga – garam, thick jets, andar tak. “Take it… mera cum… dono bacchon ke father ka… ahhhhh!”

Kartik ne gaand mein poora lund daal ke apna load chhod diya – garam cum Neha ki ass ke andar bharne laga, overflow ho ke bahar tapakne laga. “Fuck… le le… pura andar… ahhh… best creampie ever!”

Neha dono taraf se bhar chuki thi – chut mein Varun ka cum, gaand mein Kartik ka cum. Uski body abhi bhi kaanp rahi thi, teesre orgasm ke aftershocks mein. Woh thak kar Varun ke seene pe gir gayi, saans phooli hui, pregnant belly dono ke beech dab rahi thi. Uski chut aur gaand dono se cum mix ho ke bahar tapak raha tha.



Dono mardon ne hasste hue Neha ki peeth pe haath ferte hue bola, “Kya baat hai randi… 3 baar cum kiya tune… ab baat karne ka time aa gaya kya?”

Neha sirf halke se moan karti rahi, aankhein band, body abhi bhi unke lundon se bhari hui.

Main binoculars se pura scene dekh chuka tha – meri sanskari wife ab poori tarah unki pregnant randi ban chuki thi.

Main Sahil, paas wali building ke khali flat mein khada tha. Binoculars aankhon pe chipke hue, lund haath mein pakda hua. Neha ka teesra orgasm aur dono mardon ka heavy climax dekh ke mera control poora chhoot gaya. Neha Varun ke seene pe leti hui thi, pregnant belly dab rahi thi, chut aur gaand se dono taraf ka thick cum tapak raha tha – Varun ka chut mein, Kartik ka gaand mein. Uski body abhi bhi halke-halke kaanp rahi thi, lips se halki si satisfied moan nikal rahi thi.

Mera lund ekdum tight tha. Neha ki wild cheekhein, “Ahhhhh… fuck me harder… main tumhari pregnant randi hoon!” wali awaaze aur uski body ka hilna dekh ke main ruk nahi paya. Haath tez-tez hilaya aur… “Uhhh… fuck…” mera cum mere pants ke andar hi nikal gaya. Garam, sticky load pant ke fabric mein fail gaya, kuch boondein underwear tak seep kar gayi. Main sharm se laal ho gaya – yahan chhup ke muth maar raha hoon aur meri wife wahan sofa pe dono real fathers ke cum se bhari hui leti hai.

Lekin andar se ek aur feeling thi – excitement. Main jaanta tha ki yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Aaj ke baad aur bahut saare rounds honge. Pregnancy ke 9 mahine mein, delivery ke baad bhi… Neha ab in dono ke control mein aa chuki hai. Woh kabhi bhi call karegi, woh kabhi bhi aa jayenge. Mere ghar mein, hotel mein, haveli mein – har jagah meri sanskari wife unki pregnant randi banegi. Yeh soch ke mera soft hua lund phir se thoda hilne laga.

Main ne binoculars side rakhe, pants mein lagi wetness ko tissue se saaf kiya (jitna ho saka), aur chupke se ghar laut aaya. Ghar khali tha. Main bedroom mein let gaya, aankhein band karke Neha ke moans yaad kar raha tha. Ashamed feel ho raha tha… lekin lund abhi bhi excited tha. “Kitni baar yeh hoga aage?” sochta hua main so gaya.


**Apartment Mein – Kuch Der Baad**

Neha abhi bhi Varun ke upar leti hui thi, dono lund uske andar hi the, cum dheere-dheere bahar tapak raha tha. Thodi der baad Kartik ne apna lund gaand se bahar nikala – ek lambi creampie ki lad uski gaand se nikal ke thighs pe giri. Varun ne bhi chut se lund bahar kiya. Neha ki dono holes se mix cum bahar aa raha tha.

Lekin dono mardon ka lund abhi bhi half-hard tha. Pregnancy wali Neha ko dekh ke unka lust phir se jag gaya.

Varun ne Neha ko uthaya aur sofa pe seedha letaya. “Ab humari baari… ek-ek karke chodenge tujhe,” usne muskurate hue bola.

Pehle Varun ne Neha ki taange failayi aur apna lund chut mein daal diya. Ab seedha missionary mein hardcore fuck. *Thap thap thap* ki tez awaaze shuru. Neha ab bilkul silent nahi thi. Woh pure slut mode mein aa chuki thi. Koi “nahi”, koi “please ruk ja” nahi. Sirf enjoyment.

“Ahhh… Varun… aur zor se… pelo meri chut ko… haan… mota lund gehra ja raha hai…” Neha khud apne haath se Varun ka lund pakad ke chut mein guide kar rahi thi jab woh bahar nikaalta. Uski fingers lund ko andar dhakel rahi thi. Boobs khud se dabati, nipples pinch karti.

Varun ne 20-25 minute tak zor-zor se choda – Neha do baar chhote orgasms le chuki thi is round mein.



Phir Kartik ne position li. Usne Neha ko doggy style mein kiya, pregnant belly neeche ki taraf, gaand upar. Kartik ne chut mein daala aur rough hiker style mein pelne laga. Neha khud peeche push kar rahi thi – “Kartik… aur tez… meri chut phaad do… haan… haan… fuck me like a whore!”

Kartik ke baad phir Varun, phir Kartik. Dono baari-bari se usko chod rahe the – kabhi missionary, kabhi cowgirl, kabhi side pe. Neha har baar khud haath se unke lund pakadti, chut ya gaand mein daalti, aur moan karti, “Andar daal do… pura andar… main tumhari slut hoon… pregnant slut…”

Koi baat nahi kar rahi thi ab – sirf fucking. Neha ki awaaze ab sirf randi wali thi:

“Ahhh… haan… aur gehra… chodte raho… mera pet hai tumhara… lekin chut aur gaand bhi tumhari… fuck me… fuck your pregnant wife…”


Do ghante se zyada yeh session chala. Dono mardon ne usko alag-alag positions mein choda – kabhi ek chut mein, kabhi gaand mein, kabhi dono haathon se boobs dabate hue.

Phir final round mein phir se Double Penetration.

Ab Neha khud ready thi. Usne Varun ko neeche litaya, khud upar baith ke uska mota lund chut mein daal liya – khud haath se guide karke pura andar le liya. “Ahhhh… mota… bahut mota…” phir Kartik ko peeche bulaya. Kartik ne gaand mein daala – dheere se shuru, phir tez.

Ab teesra DP session shuru ho gaya – aur bhi heavy aur long.

Neha ab poori tarah out of control slut ban chuki thi. Woh khud bounce kar rahi thi Varun ke upar, gaand Kartik ke taraf push karti hui. Har thrust ke saath zor-zor se chillati:

“Fuck… dono saath… haan… aur zor se… mera chut aur gaand dono bhar do… main aa rahi hoon… phir se… OHHHH… cumming… cumming again!”

Usne is pure session mein 4-5 baar aur cum kiya – chhote bade orgasms, body kaanpti hui, chut se squirt jaisa ras nikalte hue.

Dono mardon ne bhi do-do baar cum kiya is long session mein – pehle alag-alag, phir final DP mein dono ne andar hi andar apna load chhod diya. Neha ki chut aur gaand dono phir se creampie se bhari hui thi, cum bahar tapak raha tha sofa pe.

Session khatam hone ke baad Neha thak kar sofa pe let gayi – pura body sweat aur cum se wet, pregnant belly upar-neeche ho rahi thi, aankhein band, lips pe satisfied smile. Usne sirf itna bola, husky awaaz mein:

“Ab… baat karte hain… lekin pehle… mujhe thoda rest do…”

Dono mardon ne hasste hue uske pet pe haath ferte hue bola, “Rest le le randi… hum toh abhi bhi hard hain.”

Main ghar pe let ke soch raha tha – Neha kab lautegi? Aur yeh sab kitni baar repeat hoga aage?


Apartment ke drawing room mein mahaul ab thoda thanda hua tha, lekin abhi bhi garam aur sticky. Neha sofa pe leti hui thi – bilkul nangi, pregnant belly upar ki taraf, heavy milky boobs dono taraf spread hue, nipples abhi bhi hard aur thode laal. Uski chut aur gaand se abhi bhi dono mardon ka thick cum dheere-dheere bahar tapak raha tha, thighs pe white streaks ban rahe the. Uska pura body sweat aur cum se chamak raha tha, baal chehre pe chipke hue, lips swollen aur red. Woh thak chuki thi lekin uski aankhon mein ab ek naya expression tha – surrender ka, acceptance ka.

Varun aur Kartik dono uske dono taraf baithe the, unke lund ab soft hue the lekin abhi bhi shiny aur cum se geele. Dono ne Neha ko thoda uthaya aur beech mein baitha diya – ab Neha dono ke beech sandwiched thi, unke muscular shoulders se touch ho rahi thi.

Neha ne deep breath li, apne pregnant pet pe haath ferte hue dheere se boli, “Sun lo… main yahan sirf baat karne aayi thi. Twins hain… ek tumhara Varun, ek tumhara Kartik. Medical complications ho sakte hain – delivery time pe, emergency mein, ya future mein. Sahil… woh sirf caretaker banega. Main chahti hoon ki tum dono mere saath raho… real fathers ke roop mein. Jab bhi zarurat pade, tum dono available raho. Bacchon ke liye, mere liye.”

Varun aur Kartik ne ek dusre ki taraf dekha aur zor se hasne lage. Unki hasi mein maza tha, dominance tha. Varun ne Neha ke shoulder pe haath rakh ke bola, “Arre wah… hamari pregnant randi ab smart ban gayi hai. Emergency ke bahane hum dono ko apne paas rakhna chahti hai. Theek hai… lekin ek condition pe.”

Kartik ne uske dusre shoulder pe haath rakha aur muskurate hue bola, “Haan… sirf ek condition. Tu ab se hamari hogi. Poori tarah. Har time, har jagah. Jab hum bolenge, tu aa jayegi. Tera body, tera chut, tera gaand, tere boobs – sab hamare. Tu hamari personal pregnant slut ban jayegi.”

Neha ki aankhein phail gayi. Usne thoda resist karne ki koshish ki, haath se unke haathon ko hataane lagi. “Nahi… aisa nahi… main sirf bacchon ke liye keh rahi thi. Main Sahil ki patni hoon… yeh sab galat hai. Main itni easily nahi…”

Varun ne hasste hue uska haath pakad liya aur bola, “Theek hai fir. Tu khud hi dekh le. Emergency aaye toh hum nahi aayenge. Delivery mein koi problem ho toh hum door rahenge. Tu akeli handle kar lena Sahil ke saath.” Dono phir se hasse.

Neha chup ho gayi. Uske dimag mein confusion tha – Sahil ka chehra, guilt, bacchon ka future, aur abhi bhi uski chut mein halki si throbbing jo abhi bhi unke cum se bhari thi. Woh kuch bol nahi paa rahi thi, sirf aankhein neeche kiye hue baithi thi.

Tab Kartik ne usko apni taraf khinch liya. Usne Neha ke lips pe zor se kiss kar diya – deep, possessive, tongue andar tak ghusa ke. Neha ne thoda push kiya lekin Kartik ne uske baal pakad ke rok liya. Kiss ke beech Neha ki saans tez ho gayi.

Varun ne peeche se usko apne taraf ghumaya aur uske lips pe apna muh jod diya. Ab Neha dono ke beech thi – Kartik uske left side se kiss kar raha tha, Varun right side se. Dono ki tongues uske muh mein ghum rahi thi, saliva mix ho rahi thi. Neha ke haath ab resist nahi kar rahe the, dheere-dheere unke chests pe aa gaye the. Uski heavy boobs dono ke seene se ragad rahi thi.

Kiss todne ke baad Varun ne uske kaan mein husky awaaz mein bola, “Hum tere saath rahenge har time. Jab bhi emergency ho, hum aayenge. Bacchon ke fatherly duties hum nibhayenge – paise, support, sab. Lekin tu apna motherly duty nibhayegi… humein satisfy karke. Tera pura body hamara. Jab hum chahe, tu legs failayegi. Jab hum bolenge, tu muh kholegi. Tu hamari randi ban jayegi… pregnant ho, delivery ke baad bhi.”

Kartik ne uske dusre kaan mein kaha, “Aur haan… Sahil ko kuch nahi pata chalna chahiye. Tu ghar pe sanskari patni ban ke rahegi, lekin jab hum call karenge, tu hamari slut ban jayegi. Deal?”

Neha dono ke beech baithi thi, lips abhi bhi swollen, chut se abhi bhi cum tapak raha tha. Usne dheere se aankhein uthayi, un dono ki aankhon mein dekha. Guilt tha, lekin saath hi ek gehra acceptance bhi. Pregnancy ne usko itna change kar diya tha ki ab woh khud ko rok nahi paa rahi thi.



Usne halki si saans chhodi aur dheere se bola, “Theek hai… main tumhari hoon ab se. Poori tarah. Jab bhi tum log chaoge, main aa jaungi. Bacchon ke liye… aur… aur apne liye bhi. Main tumhari randi hoon ab.”

Varun aur Kartik ne phir se hasste hue usko dono taraf se kiss kiya – ek saath, Neha ke lips pe. Dono ne uske pregnant pet pe haath ferte hue bola, “Good girl… ab se tu hamari common pregnant wife aur randi hai.”

Neha ne aankhein band kar li, ek halki si smile aayi uske chehre pe. Usne apne haath se apni chut pe touch kiya – abhi bhi geeli aur sensitive – aur dheere se socha, “Sahil… maaf kar dena… lekin yeh ab meri zindagi ka hissa ban chuka hai.”

Dono mardon ne usko uthaya aur bathroom ki taraf le gaye – “Ab saaf karte hain teri randi body ko… phir ghar jaane se pehle ek chhota sa round aur.”

Neha ne kuch nahi bola, sirf unke saath chali gayi – ab poori tarah unki.

Main sahil ghar pe let ke intezaar kar raha tha. Neha kab aayegi? Aur yeh naya rishta kitna gehra hoga aage?

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Main Sahil, drawing room ke sofa pe baitha tha jab door ki bell baji. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Neha apartment se laut rahi thi – uske chehre pe wohi glow tha jo main pehle bhi dekh chuka tha, lekin aaj aur gehra, aur satisfied. Usne door khola aur seedha mere paas aayi. Uske lips abhi bhi thode swollen the, red lipstick thoda smudge ho chuka tha. Wohi lips jo aaj dopahar mein Varun aur Kartik ke lund chus-chus ke geele kiye the, saliva aur precum se chamke the.

Neha ne mujhe gale lagaya aur seedha lips pe deep kiss kar diya. Uski tongue meri tongue se mili – garam, wet, jaise abhi kisi aur ka taste abhi bhi uske muh mein ho. Main ne uske lips ko chusa, uske muh ki geeli warmth feel ki aur socha, “Yeh muh aaj kisi aur ke lund ko gale tak le chuka tha… aur ab yeh mera kiss le raha hai.” Mera lund pant mein phir se hilne laga.



“Kaise tha din, jaan?” maine uske lips se hatke poocha, haath uske pregnant belly pe ferte hue.

Neha ne meri aankhon mein dekha, ek chhoti si smile di aur boli, “Pretty good… maine bahut enjoy kiya aaj ka din.” Usne yeh bolte hue meri taraf dekha aur dono ne ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekha. Phir dono hasne lage – gehri, jaankaari bhari hasi. Jaise dono jaante the ki asli baat kya hai. Neha ne phir se mujhe kiss kiya, is baar aur deep, uski boobs mere seene se ragad rahe the, pregnant belly mere pet pe dab rahi thi.

Main ne haath uske belly pe rakha – woh ab 4 months ki ho chuki thi, twins ki wajah se bahut ubhari hui, glow karti hui. “Main itna khush hoon ki yeh bacche tere hain… hamare hain,” maine bola, awaaz mein pyar aur chhupa hua thrill mix tha. Neha ne sirf muskuraya, meri chest pe sir rakh diya aur dheere se boli, “Haan Sahil… yeh hamare bacche hain.”

Us raat Neha mujhe aur pyar se serve karti rahi – jaise har baar karti thi guilt cover karne ke liye. Lekin main jaanta tha… uske andar ab Varun aur Kartik ka naya contract tha.

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Kuch Mahine Baad – Hospital, Delivery Day

Neha ko labour pain shuru hue the. Main uske saath hospital mein tha, haath pakde hue. Doctors ne C-section decide kiya kyunki twins the. Operation theatre ke bahar main wait kar raha tha, dil mein excitement aur chhupi hui jaankaari – yeh bacche mere nahi hain, yeh Varun aur Kartik ke hain.

Jab doctor bahar aaya toh khush khabar thi – “Healthy twins! Ek ladka, ek ladki. Maa aur bacche dono theek hain.”

Main andar gaya. Neha bed pe leti hui thi – thaki hui lekin glow karti hui. Uske boobs ab aur bhi heavy aur milky ho gaye the, delivery ke baad milk aa raha tha. Hospital gown uske body pe loose tha, lekin uski figure abhi bhi seductive thi – wide hips, soft belly ab thoda flat hone laga tha, lekin pregnancy ka glow abhi bhi chehre pe.

Twins dono uske paas crib mein the. Ladka – Varun jaisa sharp jawline, dusky skin thodi si, lekin Neha ki aankhein. Ladki – Kartik jaisa hiker wala glow, thoda fairer lekin Neha ke lips aur nose. Ek bhi baat Sahil jaisi nahi – na mera fair colour, na meri features. Dono bilkul unke real fathers ke mix the.

Main ne unko dekha aur muskuraya, “Bahut khoobsurat hain… hamare bacche.” Neha ne meri taraf dekha, aankhon mein guilt ka halka sa saaya lekin saath hi ek gehra satisfaction.

Thodi der baad main bahar chala gaya – doctor se papers aur kuch zaruri cheezein lene. Jaise hi main door se bahar nikla, Varun aur Kartik chupke se room mein ghus aaye. Dono normal shirt-pant mein the, lekin unki body language mein wohi dominance tha.

Neha ne unko dekha aur uske chehre pe ek narm, loving smile aa gaya. Woh abhi bhi bed pe leti hui thi, hospital gown mein, lekin uski aankhein dono mardon pe tik gayi thi – apne real mans pe.

Varun aur Kartik crib ke paas gaye. Dono ne apne bacchon ko dekha – ladke ko Varun ne haath ferte hue kaha, “Mera beta… bilkul mera look hai.” Kartik ne ladki ko dekha aur muskuraya, “Aur meri beti… Neha ki tarah beautiful.”

Phir dono Neha ki taraf mudey. Neha ne unki taraf dekha – pyaar bhari nazar, jaise ab yeh uski asli family ho. Varun ne uske paas aake uske haath ko chhua aur dheere se bola, “Tera time ho gaya Neha… hospital se nikalte hi hum milenge. Tujhe aur humare bacchon ko leke naya plan hai.”



Kartik ne uske dusre haath ko pakda, “Haan… ab tu hamari hai. Bacchon ke saath bhi, bina bacchon ke bhi.”

Neha ne sirf muskuraya, koi resistance nahi. Usne dheere se kaha, “Main wait kar rahi hoon… tum dono ke liye.”

Varun ne jhuk ke Neha ke lips pe ek soft lekin possessive kiss kiya – hospital ke bed pe, uske thake hue lips pe. Phir Kartik ne usko apni taraf ghumaya aur uske lips pe apna kiss diya – thoda deep, tongue touch karte hue. Neha ne dono kisses ko accept kiya, aankhein band kiye hue, jaise yeh uska naya normal ho.

Dono ne phir crib ki taraf mudke apne bacchon ko kiss kiya – Varun ne ladke ke maathe pe, Kartik ne ladki ke haath pe. “Hamare bacche… hum hamesha tere saath hain,” Varun ne bola.

Phir dono chupke se room se nikal gaye – jaise kabhi aaye hi nahi the.

Neha akeli reh gayi, twins ko dekhte hue. Usne apne haath se ladke aur ladki ke chhote chhote haathon ko chhua. Dono bacche so rahe the, healthy aur perfect. Neha ke aankhon mein aansu aa gaye – khushi ke. Usne apne man mein socha, “Yeh meri zindagi hai ab… Sahil mera pati hai, ghar mein sanskari patni… lekin yeh bacche, yeh maza, yeh dono mard – yeh mera asli sach hai. Main khush hoon… poori tarah khush. Guilt ab sirf naam ka reh gaya hai. Main apni marzi se unki randi hoon, unki mother hoon, aur Sahil ke liye patni hoon.”

Usne twins ko dekha aur dheere se muskurayi. Hospital ki window se sunlight uske chehre pe pad rahi thi. Neha ne apne boobs ko touch kiya – milk se bhare, sensitive – aur socha, “Jaldi ghar jaake… un dono ko phir se satisfy karungi. Bacchon ke saath bhi, aur bina bacchon ke bhi.”

Main papers leke wapas aaya. Neha ne mujhe dekha aur wohi innocent smile di. “Sahil… hamare bacche bahut khoobsurat hain na?”

Main ne haan kaha aur uske haath pakad liya. Lekin andar se main jaanta tha – yeh bacche mere nahi hain. Aur Neha ab poori tarah unki ho chuki hai.

Zindagi aage badh rahi thi… lekin ab naye rules ke saath

Do Mahine Baad…

Main Sahil, drawing room ke floor pe baitha tha. Dono twins – Vihaan (Varun ka ladka) aur Vani (Kartik ki ladki) – mere saamne carpet pe leti hui thi. Vihaan apne chhote-chhote haathon se ek colourful toy pakad ke has raha tha, bilkul Varun jaisa sharp jawline aur dusky glow. Vani thodi fairer thi, Kartik jaisi energetic smile, lekin dono ki aankhein Neha ki tarah soft aur innocent. Main unko dekhta hua muskuraya aur dheere se Vihaan ke pet pe haath fer diya.

“Papa ka beta… aur papa ki beti,” maine halke se bola. Duniya ke liye main hi unka real father tha – birth certificate, hospital papers, sab kuch pe mera naam. Lekin andar se main jaanta tha… yeh mere khoon ke nahi the. Phir bhi dil mein ek gehri sukoon tha. Yeh bacche mere ghar mein the, meri zindagi ka hissa the, aur Neha abhi bhi mere saath thi – meri beautiful, lovely, perfect sanskari wife.

Tabhi Neha bedroom se bahar aayi. Usne aaj ek sundar floral dress pehna tha – light cotton fabric mein chhote-chhote pink aur white flowers print, knee length, waist pe tight belt jo uske curvy post-pregnancy figure ko perfectly highlight kar raha tha. Dress ke deep V-neck se uske heavy milky boobs ka deep cleavage dikh raha tha, fabric thin hone ki wajah se nipples ke shape halke se ubhar rahe the. Delivery ke baad uska body aur bhi juicy ho gaya tha – wide hips, soft gaand, aur woh glow jo sirf ek satisfied mother aur secret slut ko hi aata hai. Baal open, light makeup, red lipstick – bilkul ek modern sanskari mom lag rahi thi.



Woh mere paas aayi, twins ko jhuk ke kiss kiya aur mujhe gale lagate hue boli, “Jaan, main thodi der ke liye apni friends se milne ja rahi hoon. Bas 2-3 ghante. Tu bacchon ka khayal rakh lena na?” Uski voice mein wohi purani sweetness thi, lekin aankhon mein ek chhupa hua naughty sparkle.

Main ne uske lips pe chumma diya aur bola, “Haan jaan, enjoy kar. Main yahin hoon.” Neha ne mujhe ek deep kiss diya – uske lips soft aur garam, jaise abhi bhi kisi aur ke lund ka taste usmein baaki ho. Phir woh purse utha ke nikal gayi. Door band hone ki awaaz aayi.


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Main twins ke saath khelta raha, lekin dimag mein kuch chubh raha tha. Neha ka phone counter pe chhod diya tha. Main utha, phone uthaya aur screen on kiya. Password mera hi birthday. Main ne WhatsApp khola aur… andar hi andar kaanp gaya.

**Varun ka group chat – “Our Common Slut Mother”**

**Varun (11:05 AM):** Randi, floral dress mein aa rahi hai na? New flat sirf 7 minute door hai. Bacchon ko “uncle” bol ke milenge baad mein, pehle teri chut aur gaand ko real fathers ka lund chahiye.

**Neha (11:07 AM):** Haan Varun… dress pehen liya hai. Sahil bacchon ke saath hai. Aaj dono saath mein chodna please… last 2 mahine mein bahut miss kar rahi thi tum dono ke mothe lund ko. Meri chut abhi bhi tumhari hi hai.

**Kartik (11:08 AM):** Good girl. Jaldi aa. Pehle muh mein dono lund le, phir DP. Tera milk wala boobs hum dono chusenge aaj.

**Neha (11:10 AM):** Obeying you both sir… main aa rahi hoon. Love you my real mans ❤️

Chat ka history pura tha – roz ke messages, photos, voice notes. Neha khud se likhti thi “main tumhari randi hoon… Sahil ke saamne patni, tum dono ke saamne full slut”.

Main phone side rakh diya, lekin dil aur lund dono bechain the. Curiosity ne mujhe pakad liya. Main twins ko safely crib mein sulaya, door lock kiya aur chupke se ghar se nikal pada. Sirf 7 minute ki walk… unka naya flat bilkul paas tha. Main building ke peeche wali gali mein chhup gaya, jahaan second floor ka window khula hua tha. Curtains halke se hile hue the.

Aur phir… awaaze aane lage.

Neha ki wohi wild, desperate moans – “Ahhhhh… Varun… aur zor se… haan… mota lund meri chut mein gehra daal do… ahhh fuck… Kartik… meri gaand mat chhodo… dono saath… main tumhari randi hoon… OHHHHH… cumming… phir se aa rahi hoon!” 



Uski cheekh mein maza tha, surrender tha. Dono mardon ki hasi aur thap-thap ki awaaze bhi aa rahi thi. “Le le randi… tere real fathers chod rahe hain tujhe… pregnant hone ke baad bhi kitni tight hai teri chut!” Varun ki awaaz. “Aur gaand bhi… milk wale boobs dabao… haan aise!” Kartik ki.

Main wahan khada, wall se lag ke sun raha tha. Mera lund pant mein poora khada, haath automatically uspe chala gaya. Neha ki moans 15-20 minute tak chalti rahi – kabhi zor se, kabhi broken, kabhi randi wali. “Haan… dono lovers… mera chut aur gaand dono bhar do… main enjoy kar rahi hoon… bahut enjoy…” Main wahan se wapas ghar aa gaya, pants mein thoda wetness feel karte hue.



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Flat Mein – Neha Ka POV

Session khatam hone ke baad Neha sofa pe leti hui thi – floral dress ab poori tarah utar ke side pe phenki hui, bra aur panty bhi nahi. Uski body sweat aur cum se chamak rahi thi. Chut se Varun ka thick cum tapak raha tha, gaand se Kartik ka overflow ho raha tha. Heavy milky boobs pe dono ke bite marks aur saliva, nipples laal aur sensitive.

Woh dono mardon ke beech baith gayi – Varun left side, Kartik right side. Dono ke muscular arms uske shoulders pe the, haath uske thighs pe fer rahe the. Neha ne aankhein band ki aur ek gehri saans li.

“God… yeh maza… yeh dono lovers…” usne man mein socha. “Pehle guilt tha, Sahil ko fool karne ka. Lekin ab… ab main enjoy karti hoon. Yeh dono – Varun ka dominant mota lund, Kartik ka rough thick lund – dono saath mein mujhe paagal kar dete hain. Chut, gaand, muh, boobs… sab unka. Bacchon ke real fathers yeh hain, aur main unki common slut mother. Sahil ghar mein pati hai, pyar karta hai, bacchon ka khayal rakhta hai… lekin yeh dono mere asli mard hain. Unke saath hone ka thrill… yeh double penetration, yeh creampies, yeh milk chusna… main inke bina nahi reh sakti. Main khush hoon. Poori tarah khush. Yeh mera naya normal hai – ghar pe sanskari wife, yahan full randi.”



Usne dono ki taraf dekha, ek narm smile di aur dheere se bola, “Tum dono ke saath yeh sab… bahut enjoy karti hoon main. Hamesha aise hi rakhna mujhe.”

Varun aur Kartik ne uske lips pe kiss kiya aur hasse, “Tu hamari hai randi… hamesha.”

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Neha shaam ko ghar laut aayi – floral dress thoda wrinkled, lips swollen, chehra glow kar raha tha. Woh seedha mere paas aayi, twins ko dekha aur phir mujhe gale lagaya.

“Friends se mil ke bahut maza aaya,” usne muskurate hue kaha. Phir mujhe deep kiss diya – uske muh mein abhi bhi Varun aur Kartik ke lund ka taste baaki tha. Main ne usko tight pakad liya, haath uski gaand pe ferte hue.



“Main bhi bahut khush hoon jaan… tu meri perfect wife hai,” maine bola.

Neha ne meri aankhon mein dekha aur muskurayi, “Haan Sahil… main hamesha teri hi rahungi. Ghar mein, bacchon ke saath, tere saath.”

Main ne uske flat pet pe haath fer diya – delivery ke baad soft aur warm. “Aur yeh twins… hamare perfect family.”

Neha ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya aur twins ko godi mein le liya. Uske boobs milk se bhare hue the, dress ke upar se thoda leak bhi dikh raha tha. Main jaanta tha – yeh doodh aaj Varun aur Kartik ne bhi chusa hoga.



Raat ko Neha mujhe aur zyada pyar se chumti rahi, mujhe serve karti rahi. Main usko chodta tha aur sochta tha – yeh body aaj dopahar mein dono ke lund se bhari hui thi, ab meri hai. Yeh soch ke hi mera lund aur hard ho jata.

Zindagi perfect thi. Neha meri beautiful lovely perfect wife thi – ghar sambhalti, bacchon ko khilati, mujhe khush rakhti. Varun aur Kartik “uncles” ke roop mein aate the, bacchon ko khelate the, Neha ko chhup-chhup ke chodte the. Main sab jaanta tha, dekh bhi chuka tha, phir bhi khush tha.

Kyunki yeh mera fantasy tha… aur ab yeh meri reality ban chuki thi.

THE END

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