Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Rajendra karka]

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[Joker44]

Itwar ki woh garma-garam raat aur Soham ke saath milkar banayi gayi woh 'Hotwife' profile Geeti ke dimaag mein ek nashe ki tarah bas chuki thi. Pir se Somwar (Monday) aaya, par Geeti ke liye yeh koi aam Monday nahi tha. Jab woh subah taiyar ho rahi thi, toh aaine mein khud ko dekhte waqt use apne pati ke nahi, balki un hazaaron anjaan mardon ke gande comments yaad aa rahe the.



Usne aaj ek sleti (grey) rang ki chiffon saree pehni thi, jiska kapda jism se bilkul chipak jata tha. Blouse ka gala usne jaan-boojhkar thoda aur gehra rakha tha. Jab woh bank ke corridor se guzar rahi thi, toh use har mard ki nazar apni skin par chubhti hui mehsoos ho rahi thi. Pehle jo nazrein use 'apmaanit' (insulted) mehsoos karati thin, ab wahi nazrein use ek 'dirty pleasure' de rahi thin. Use pata tha ki uski har ek lachak par kisi na kisi mard ka dimaag kharab ho raha hoga.


Apne cabin mein baith kar woh files dekh rahi thi, par uska dhyan baar-baar apne phone ki taraf ja raha tha, jahan notifications ki baadh aayi hui thi. Use woh 'DesiHotwife_G' wala avatar ab real life mein jeena tha.
Tabhi, cabin ke darwaze par dastak hui.
"Ma'am... pani?"
Yeh Ramu Kaka the. Bank ke purane chaprasi, lagbhag 50 saal ki umar, pet thoda bahar nikla hua, aur chehre par har waqt rehne wali ek ajeeb si susti. Geeti ne hamesha unhe ek buzurg aur kaam karne wale naukar ki tarah dekha tha, kabhi unki taraf dhyan nahi diya tha.
"Rakh dijiye Kaka," Geeti ne bina sar uthaye kaha.
Ramu Kaka ne tray table par rakhi, par woh turant bahar nahi gaye. Geeti ko achanak mehsoos hua ki kamre mein koi use ghoor raha hai. Usne dheere se sar uthaya aur dekha ki Ramu Kaka wahi khade the. Unki aankhein files par nahi thin, balki woh Geeti ke jhuke hue blouse se jhaankti hui cleavage ko bohut hi besharmi se ghoor rahe the. Unki aankhon mein woh 'buzurg' wala lihaaz gayab tha; wahan sirf ek nangi, sasti aur bhookhi hawas thi.


Geeti ko ek jhatka laga. Ek chaprasi? Ek 50 saal ka mota aadmi use is tarah dekhne ki himmat kar raha hai?
"Kaka? Kya hua? Chai toh pee li maine, ab aap jaiye," Geeti ne thode gusse aur irritation mein kaha. Usne apna pallu kaskar seene par lapet liya.
"Ji... ji Ma'am. Woh bas... file dekh raha tha," Ramu Kaka ne haklate hue kaha, par unki nazar abhi bhi Geeti ki kamar par thiri hui thi jo saree se halki si numaya ho rahi thi. Woh dheere-dheere mudde aur bahar jaane lage, par jate-jate unhone ek aakhiri baar Geeti ke hips ko scan kiya.
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Use gussa aana chahiye tha, use unhe naukri se nikalne ki dhamki deni chahiye thi. Par dimaag ke kisi kone mein Soham ki baatein goonj rahi thin—"Imagine karo har mard tumhe desire kar raha hai."

Use ghin aa rahi thi ki Ramu Kaka jaise log bhi use 'maal' samajh rahe hain, par saath hi, us zillat (humiliation) mein ek ajeeb sa current tha. 'Ek chaprasi bhi mere jism ko dekh kar pagal ho raha hai... kya main waqai itni sasti aur desirable dikhti hoon?' Usne apne cabin ka darwaza lock kiya aur kursi par piche hokar baith gayi. Usne apne phone par wahi Reddit thread khola. Wahan kisi ne comment kiya tha—"I bet she enjoys being stared at by low-class men while she sits in her high-class cabin."
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uski jaanghon ke beech phir se wahi geelapan shuru ho gaya tha. Ramu Kaka ki woh gandi nazar use taddpa rahi thi. Woh gussa thi, irritated thi, par woh 'Hotwife' banne ka nasha itna gehra tha ki woh is sasti attention ko bhi mana nahi kar paa rahi thi. Usne apna hath dheere se apne seene par rakha, wahi jahan Ramu Kaka ki nazar abhi thodi der pehle gadi hui thi, aur ek dabi hui siski li.

Ramu Kaka ki woh sasti aur gandi nazar ne Geeti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si halchal macha di thi. Use ghin toh aa rahi thi, par us 'dirty' attention ne uske andar ki us aurat ko jaga diya tha jo ab mardon ki nazron ki bhooki banti ja rahi thi.
Usi dopehar, jab Geeti apne cabin mein akeli baithi kuch files check kar rahi thi, darwaze par phir se dastak hui. Is baar Ramu Kaka nahi, balki Rohan tha—woh jawan, fit aur attractive intern, jiske baare mein Soham ne roleplay ke dauran zikr kiya tha.
"Ma'am, woh loan files ready hain. Kya main andar aa sakta hoon?" Rohan ki aawaaz mein hamesha ki tarah ek izzat thi, par uski aankhon mein Geeti ke liye jo kashish thi, woh ab Geeti ko saaf nazar aane lagi thi.
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uska dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Usne decide kiya ki aaj woh apni 'strict manager' wali image se thoda hat kar dekhegi. Usne apne pallu ko halke se kandhe se thoda neeche sarkaaya—itna ki galati lage, par dhyan khinch le—aur phir sabaq (lesson) yaad karte hue boli, "Aao Rohan. Baitho."
Rohan andar aaya aur Geeti ke saamne wali chair par baith gaya. Geeti ne notice kiya ki Rohan ki nigaahein ek pal ke liye uske halke se khule hue gale (neckline) par gayin aur phir turant sharam ke maare files par hat gayin. Rohan ka chehra halka sa laal ho gaya tha.
Geeti ne thoda aage jhuk kar files li, jaan-boojhkar apne jism ki garmi aur French perfume ki khushboo us tak pahunchayi. "Rohan, tum kaam toh bohut accha karte ho... par kya bank ke bahar bhi tum itne hi serious rehte ho?" usne ek nasheeli, dhimi aawaaz mein poocha.
Rohan hairan reh gaya. Geeti Ma'am ne pehli baar usse koi personal sawal pucha tha. Usne thoda hichkichate hue kaha, "N-Nahi Ma'am... doston ke saath toh kaafi fun karta hoon. Par yahan... yahan aapke samne thoda darr lagta hai."
Geeti ne halke se khil-khilakar hans diya. Uski hansi ki thartharahat uske blouse ke andar uske ubhaaron ko halke se hila gayi. "Darr? Mujhse? Kya main itni buri dikhti hoon?" usne ek flirting tone mein kaha, aur apni ek ungli apne nichle honth par rakhi.
Rohan ki saans atak gayi. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki wahi 'Iron Lady' Geeti aaj usse flirt kar rahi hai. Usne himmat karke Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha. "Buri? Ma'am... sach kahun toh, poore bank mein aapse zyada khoobsurat aur koi nahi hai. Aaj aap is grey saree mein... bilkul kisi heroine ki tarah lag rahi hain."


Geeti ke pairo ke beech ek tez 'tingling' (sirsirahat) mehsoos hui. Yeh pehli baar tha jab usne jaan-boojhkar kisi gair mard se flirt kiya tha. Use darr lag raha tha, guilt ho raha tha ki woh ek 'loyal wife' hokar yeh sab kar rahi hai, par wahi darr uske liye ek high-voltage current ka kaam kar raha tha.
"Heroine? Tum toh bade chhupay-rustam nikle, Rohan," Geeti ne muskurate hue kaha. "Waise, woh coffee date wali baat... tum waqayi HR se itna darte ho?"
Rohan ne ek lambi saans li, uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne dheere se kaha, "Ab toh lagta hai Ma'am... ki aapke liye HR ka darr bhi kam hai. Aap kahein toh main abhi coffee lekar aaun?"
Geeti ko ek ajeeb sa nasha chadhne laga. Rohan ki un baaton ne use itna horny bana diya tha ki use apne hi jism se uthti tapish mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne Rohan ki taraf ek naughty aur nasheeli nazar daali. "Abhi nahi Rohan... koi dekh lega. Par shayad... kisi din, bank ke baad?"
Rohan ka chehra khushi se khil utha. "Main intezaar karunga, Ma'am."
Jab Rohan cabin se bahar nikla, Geeti wahi kursi par dher ho gayi. Uska poora badan kaanp raha tha. Usne turant table ke neeche apne pairo ko kaskar ek-doosre se chipkaya. Uski jaanghon ke beech ka geelapan ab saree ke paar mehsoos hone laga tha.
'Maine yeh kya kiya? Main Rohan se flirt kar rahi hoon? Soham ko pata chala toh?' guilt ka ek jhatka laga, par turant dimaag mein Soham ki wahi aawaaz goonji—"I want you to be desired."


Geeti ne apna phone nikala aur Soham ko message kiya: "Soham... aaj maine pehli baar office mein kisi se flirt kiya. Rohan pagal ho raha tha... aur mujhe... mujhe bohut 'ganda' maza aa raha hai."
Usne message bhej toh diya, par uska dil abhi bhi tezi se dhadak raha tha. Ek pativrata aurat ne aaj pehli baar apni maryada ki deewar mein ek chhota sa ched (hole) kar diya tha, aur use pata tha ki ab Rohan ki nigaahein use office mein aur bhi zyada tadpaane wali thin.

Dopehar ka waqt tha. Bank ke cabin mein AC chalne ke bawajood Geeti ke jism se ek ajeeb si tapish (heat) nikal rahi thi. Rohan ke saath ki gayi woh halki si flirting aur Ramu Kaka ki woh sasti, gandi nazar—dono ne milkar Geeti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa fitoor paida kar diya tha. Use guilt toh ho raha tha, par woh 'attention' ka nasha uske khoon mein mil chuka tha.
Usne cabin ka darwaza lock kiya aur Soham ko call lagaya. Uski saansein thodi ukhdi hui thin.
"Soham..." Geeti ne dhimi aawaaz mein kaha.
"Haan Geeti? Itni haanf kyun rahi ho? Sab theek hai bank mein?" Soham ki aawaaz mein ek shaitani utsukta (curiosity) thi.
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li aur sab kuch ugal diya—kaise Rohan usse dekh kar flustered ho gaya, kaise unhone coffee date ki baat ki, aur phir Ramu Kaka... woh 50 saal ke mote chaprasi ki woh hawas bhari nazar.
"Soham, mujhe samajh nahi aa raha main kya kar rahi hoon," Geeti ne ruanasi aawaaz mein kaha. "Ramu Kaka jaise log bhi mujhe us nazar se dekh rahe hain... mujhe ghin aani chahiye, par pata nahi kyun, jab unki aankhein mere blouse par tikti hain, toh mera jism kaapne lagta hai."
Soham phone ke us paar muskura raha tha. Shikaar ab poori tarah se jaal mein tha. "Geeti, isme ghin ki kya baat hai? Yeh toh tumhari power hai. Ek unche rutbe wali aurat jab ek saste mard ko apne jism ki garmi se paagal karti hai, toh woh thrill alag hi hota hai. Chalo, ek game khelte hain."
"Game? Kaisa game?" Geeti thoda darr gayi.
"Ek 'Dare' (chunauti)," Soham ne nasheeli aawaaz mein kaha. "Aaj hum tumhe thoda aur 'open up' karenge. Abhi Ramu Kaka ko cabin mein bulao. Koi bahana karke unhe apne paas bulao... aur phir, unke saamne apna pen neeche gira do. Jab tum use uthane ke liye neeche jhukogi, toh jaan-boojhkar apna pallu thoda sarakne dena... let him have a full view of your cleavage. Use tadpao, Geeti. Dekho uski haalat kya hoti hai."
Geeti ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. "Soham! Nahi... yeh main nahi kar sakti. Woh ek chaprasi hai, bohut bada paap lagega mujhe. Main bank manager hoon!"
"Wahi toh maza hai," Soham ne use uksaya. "Koi tumhein chhoo nahi raha. Tum bas use tease kar rahi ho. Tumne kal raat internet par padha tha na ki kaise auratein anjaan mardon ko apni cleavage dikha kar dominate karti hain? Bas wahi karo. It’s just a game, Geeti. Meri khushi ke liye... karogi?"
Geeti ka dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech wahi purani 'tingling' shuru ho gayi thi. "Main... main sochungi," usne kaha aur phone rakh diya.
Paanch minute tak Geeti kursi par baithi haanfti rahi. Uska sanskari mann 'nahi' keh raha tha, par uski 'hotwife' fantasy use uksa rahi thi. Usne aaine mein apna chehra dekha—hont laal the aur aankhein bhookhi thin. Usne bell bajayi.
Ting!
Do minute baad, Ramu Kaka cabin ke andar aaye. Unki nigaahein ab pehle se bhi zyada besharam thin. "Ji Ma'am? Kuch kaam tha?"
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. "Kaka... woh... yeh files zara side mein rakh dijiye."
Ramu Kaka paas aaye. Geeti ne notice kiya ki unki saansein thodi bhaari thin. Jab Kaka files utha rahe the, Geeti ne apna hath jan-boojhkar table se takraya aur uska mehnga pen phisal kar Kaka ke pairo ke paas gir gaya.
"Oh! Mera pen..." Geeti ne dabi hui aawaaz mein kaha.


Ramu Kaka jhukne hi wale the ki Geeti ne unhe roka. "Nahi, main utha leti hoon."
Geeti chair se uthi aur dheere se neeche jhuki. Usne apna pallu kaskar nahi pakda, balki use dheela chhod diya. Jaise hi woh neeche jhuki, uski patli chiffon saree ka pallu uske kandhe se poori tarah sarak gaya. Uska deep-neck blouse ab Ramu Kaka ki aankhon ke bilkul saamne tha.
Uski milky white cleavage, uske gore ubhaar (breasts) jo blouse se bahar aane ko betaab the, sab kuch Ramu Kaka ke liye ek nanga nazaara ban chuka tha. Geeti ne jaan-boojhkar pen uthane mein deri ki. Woh wahi ruki rahi, apni saanson ko mehsoos karte hue.


Usne mehsoos kiya ki kamre mein sannata chha gaya hai. Ramu Kaka ki saansein rukh gayin thin. Geeti ne tirchi nazar se dekha—Ramu Kaka ka muh adha khula tha, unki aankhein lagbhag bahar nikal aayi thin aur woh Geeti ki chhati ke us nazare ko aise pi rahe the jaise koi pyaasa paani peeta hai. Unka jism tharthara raha tha.
Geeti ko ek ajeeb sa 'dirty power' feel hua. Usne pen uthaya, pallu ko bohut hi dheere se wapas kandhe par dala aur khadi ho gayi. Usne dekha ki Ramu Kaka ke chehre par paseena aa gaya tha aur unka haath table ko kaskar pakde hue tha.


"Hogaya Kaka. Ab aap ja sakte hain," Geeti ne ek nasheeli muskurahat ke saath kaha.
Ramu Kaka bina kuch bole, ladkhadate qadmon se bahar nikal gaye. Unki halat aisi thi jaise unhone koi forbidden khazana dekh liya ho.
Geeti wapas kursi par gir padi. Uska poora badan pasine se lathpath tha. Usne turant table ke neeche apne haath se apni geeli jaanghon ko chhua. Uski panty ab tak bahaav se puri tarah bheeg chuki thi.
Usne kisi asal mard ke saath physical relation nahi banaya tha, par us saste chaprasi ko apni cleavage dikha kar use jo thrill mila tha, woh kisi orgasm se kam nahi tha. Use ehsaas hua ki woh 'Hotwife' banne ki raah par apna pehla 'Public Dare' poora kar chuki hai. Use guilt ho raha tha, darr lag raha tha, par woh aag... woh ab be-kaabu ho chuki thi.
Usne Soham ko message kiya: "Soham... maine kar diya. Ramu Kaka pagal ho gaye... aur main... main yahan cabin mein puri tarah se geeli ho chuki hoon."

Bus ki khidki se bahar nikalte hue dhalta suraj Geeti ke chehre par pad raha tha, par uske dimaag mein andhera chhaya hua tha. Aaj jo kuch bhi bank ke us band cabin mein hua, woh kisi bhayanak sapne jaisa lag raha tha. Ramu Kaka—ek aisa mard jise woh kabhi insaan bhi nahi samajhti thi—usne Geeti ke jism ko, uski cleavage ko itni besharmi se pi liya tha.

Geeti ki aankhon se ek aansu nikal kar uski gori gaal par ludhak gaya. "Kya main waqai apni maryada kho chuki hoon? Kya ek pen uthane ke bahane ek chaprasi ko apna nanga jism dikhana hi ab meri aukaat reh gayi hai?" use apne aap se ghin aa rahi thi.



 Use laga jaise uski saalon ki mehnat, uski dignity, uski bank manager wali izzat sab us cabin ke farsh par gir kar toot gayi ho.
Woh bus ki pichli seat par sarak kar baith gayi aur apna rumaal se chehra poncha. Uska dil rone ko kar raha tha, par tabhi uske bag mein rakha phone lagatar vibrate karne laga.
Darrte-darte usne phone nikala. Umeed thi ki shayad Soham ka call hoga, par screen par Instagram ke notifications ka toofaan tha. Usne account khola aur uski aankhein hairani se phati ki phati reh gayin.
Sirf 24 ghanton mein uske 1000 se zyada followers ho chuke the. Kal raat ki un adhi-nangi photos ne internet par aag laga di thi. Woh un comments ko scroll karne lagi.
"The most beautiful hotwife on the internet."
"I can't stop thinking about her heavy curves."
"Please, Ma'am, show us your office look today."
Dheere-dheere, woh bhayanak guilt ek 'guilty thrill' mein badalne laga. Jo Ramu Kaka ki nazar ne use dard diya tha, wahi dard ab hazaron anjaan mardon ki tareefon se ek nasheela marham ban raha tha. Use ehsaas hua ki duniya use ek bank manager ki tarah nahi, balki ek 'Desirable Goddess' ki tarah dekh rahi hai.
Uski saansein phir se bhaari hone lagin. Bus ke hichkole uske jism mein wahi purani sirsirahat paida kar rahe the. Usne dekha ki bus ki pichli seat khali hai aur koi use dekh nahi raha.
Uski ungliyan ab be-kaabu thin. Usne apna camera on kiya. Aaj usne wahi grey chiffon saree pehni thi jo uske badan se chipki hui thi. Usne apna chehra camera se bahar rakha—sirf uski thodi (chin), uske plum lipstick se chamakte raseele honth, aur uske neeche uske blouse ka woh gehra 'V' cut dikh raha tha.
Geeti ne apna ek haath uthaya aur apne baalon ke peeche le gayi, jisse uski saree ka pallu thoda aur sarak gaya aur uski gori, makhmali bagal (armpit) saaf nazar aane lagi. Usne apna pet (belly) thoda andar kheecha taaki uski naabhi (navel) aur kamar ka curve bilkul saaf dikhe. Usne ek aisi nasheeli aur 'slutty' selfie click ki jisme uska jism cheekh-cheekh kar apna naya roop dikha raha tha.
Kaanpte haathon se usne wahi photo Instagram par post kar di.
Caption likha: "Today’s office look... How do I look? ? #Hotwife #OfficeDesires #NaughtyManager"


Post karte hi uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek jordaar 'squirt' mehsoos hua. Woh guilty thi, woh darr rahi thi, par woh apni is 'nayi pehchan' ko ab poori tarah gale laga chuki thi. Woh ab sirf Geeti nahi thi... woh @DesiHotwife_G ban rahi thi, aur use ab anjaan mardon ki hawas se bhare comments ka intezaar tha.

[Rajendra karka]

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[Shivani sharma]

Full of erotic & sensual aura

[Nayan@12345]

बोहत आछि story है
बस ईस story मे gangbang,group sex मत लाना.
threesome भी ज्यादा मत डालणा डाला भी तो
wife + bull + husband वाला threesome add करना

[Joker44]

Ghar ki deewaron ke beech ki khamoshi aaj Geeti ko kaatne ko daud rahi thi. Soham abhi tak office se nahi lauta tha, aur Amrita ke bahar hone ki wajah se poora ghar khali tha. Geeti ne apni grey chiffon saree utaar kar ek bohut hi patli, peach rang ki satin nighty pehan li thi, par uske jism ki tapish (heat) kam hone ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Usne bed par let kar apna phone uthaya. Instagram par uski us 'Office Look' wali selfie ne jaise aag laga di thi.



 1000 followers ka ankda kab ka paar ho chuka tha aur har minute naye 'dirty' comments aur DMs ki baadh aa rahi thi.
"Ma'am, aapki bagal (armpit) dekh kar hi mera bura haal ho gaya..."
"I bet that manager's cabin sees some wild action. Wish I was that lucky intern..."
Geeti ki saansein ukhadne lagin. Woh un shabdon ko padh rahi thi, par uske dimaag mein aaj din bhar ke manzar (scenes) kisi film ki tarah chal rahe the. Use Rohan ka woh jawan aur flustered chehra yaad aaya, uski woh taareef... par sabse zyada jo cheez use taddpa rahi thi, woh tha Ramu Kaka.
Usne aankhein band ki aur yaad kiya woh pal jab woh pen uthane ke liye neeche jhuki thi. Use Ramu Kaka ki woh phati hui aankhein aur unka paseene se bhara chehra yaad aaya. Aur sabse zyada... use yaad aaya woh 'ubhaar' (boner) jo usne Kaka ki sasti pant mein notice kiya tha jab woh bahar ja rahe the.
'Ek 50 saal ka mazdoor mard... meri cleavage dekh kar itna pagal ho gaya,' Geeti ne socha. Uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek ajeeb si marod (cramp) uthi. Use ghin aani chahiye thi, par us 'dirty' attraction ne use buri tarah aroused kar diya tha. Woh imagine karne lagi ki woh 'boner' kaisa mehsoos hota hoga... woh paseene wali raw mardana takat agar use bed par dabati toh kaisa lagta?

Uski panty ab tak bahaav se itni geeli ho chuki thi ki satin nighty uske thighs ke beech chipak rahi thi. Usne aur intezaar nahi kiya. Usne side table ka drawer khola aur wahi bada, kala vibrator dildo nikaal liya jo Soham ne use gift kiya tha.
Geeti ne apni nighty ko dheere-dheere apni kamar tak upar sarkaaya. Uski gori, makhmali jaanghein andhere mein chamak rahi thin. Usne apni panty utaar kar ek taraf phenk di aur bed par apni taangein poori tarah phailakar let gayi.

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Dildo ki vibrations on karte hi Bzzzzzz ki aawaaz ne kamre ki khamoshi ko tod diya. Geeti ne use apni geeli, sooji hui chut (core) par touch kiya.
"Ahhhhh... mmm... Soham..." usne pehle apne pati ka naam liya, par dimaag ne fauran rukh badal liya.
Usne dildo ke top par thoda lubricant lagaya aur use apni daraar ke muh par rakha. Usne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Uske dimaag mein ab Soham nahi tha. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki woh abhi bhi apne bank ke cabin mein hai. Darwaza andar se lock hai... aur Ramu Kaka uske bilkul samne khade hain. Woh imagine karne lagi ki Ramu Kaka apne khurdure, mazeile haathon se uski is mehngi nighty ko upar utha rahe hain. Use unke paseene aur sasti bidi ki boo mehsoos hone lagi.
Geeti ne ek jhatke mein us mote dildo ko apne andar utaar diya.


"OHHHH FUCKKKK!" Geeti ki siskari kamre mein goonji. Us mote dildo ki fill (bharav) ne use poori tarah jhanjhana diya. Use mehsoos hua jaise woh Ramu Kaka ki wahi raw aur sasti hawas hai jo uske jism ko cheer rahi hai.
Usne dildo ko tezi se andar-bahar karna shuru kiya. Har stroke ke saath woh imagine kar rahi thi ki Ramu Kaka uske upar haanf rahe hain, use 'maal' keh kar pukaar rahe hain.
"Haan... Kaka... dekh lo... noch lo mujhe..." Geeti pagalpan mein bad-badane lagi. Uski 'Bank Manager' wali dignity ab poori tarah mitti mein mil chuki thi. Woh sirf ek 'Hotwife' thi jo ek chaprasi ki fantasy mein doobi hui thi.
Dildo ki vibrations aur uske mote aakar (shape) ne Geeti ko us kinaare par pahuncha diya jahan hosh kho jata hai. Uski jaanghein buri tarah kaanp rahi thin aur uska poora jism pasine se lathpath tha. Usne imagine kiya ki Ramu Kaka ne uske honto ko apne gande danto se daba liya hai...


"Ahhh... I'm coming! Kaka... oh god... YES!"
Geeti ka jism ek jordaar jhatke ke saath sakht ho gaya. Uski chut ne ek shaktishali release (squirt) kiya, aur woh bedsheet par machalne lagi. 


Uska orgasm itna shaktishali tha ki uski aankhon ke samne andhera chha gaya. Woh kai minutes tak wahi dildo apne andar liye haanfti rahi.
Jab usne aankhein kholi, toh use ehsaas hua ki usne abhi kya kiya hai. Usne ek saste mard ka khayal karke khud ko satisfy kiya tha. Guilt ka ek jhatka laga, par uske honton par wahi be-sharam muskurahat vapas aa gayi. Woh jaan chuki thi ki ab woh sirf Instagram ki photos tak nahi rukegi... use ab 'asli' mardon ka touch chahiye tha.


Soham jab ghar lauta, toh bedroom ka darwaza adha khula tha. Ghar mein ek ajeeb si mehak thi—thode paseene, Geeti ke perfume, aur us plastic-vibrator ki ek raw smell. Soham ne dabe paon andar kadam rakha aur jo dekha, usne uska khoon jhanjhana diya.


Geeti bed par adhi nangi padi thi. Uski peach satin nighty uske seene tak chadhi hui thi, uski gori thighs puri tarah phaili thin, aur bedsheet par uski 'release' ke geele nishaan saaf chamak rahe the. Uske bagal mein woh kala dildo abhi bhi pada tha, aur Geeti ki aankhein band thin, uska chehra abhi bhi us 'dirty' pleasure ki lali se tamatar ki tarah laal tha.



Soham ne halke se gala saaf kiya. Geeti ne jhatke se aankhein kholi aur hadbada kar uthne ki koshish ki, apni nighty niche khinchte hue.


"S-Soham! Tum kab aaye?" uski aawaaz kaanp rahi thi, saansein abhi bhi ukhdi hui thin.


Soham ne koi gussa nahi dikhaya. Woh dheere se bed ke kinare baith gaya aur Geeti ke bikhre hue baalon ko kaan ke piche kiya. Uski nigaahein us geeli bedsheet par thin. "Abhi aaya... aur lagta hai meri 'Hotwife' ne mere bina hi bohut bada jashn mana liya hai. Kiske khayal mein doobi thi, Geeti?"


Geeti ne pehle nazrein churayi, par uske andar ki hawas ab itni be-khauf ho chuki thi ki usne sach bolne ka faisla kiya. Woh Soham ke kandhe par sar rakh kar baith gayi, uski satin nighty abhi bhi uske jism se chipki hui thi.


"Soham... main pagal ho rahi hoon," Geeti ne fufusate hue kaha. "Maine abhi dildo ka istemal kiya... par dimaag mein tum nahi the. Main imagine kar rahi thi ki Ramu Kaka mere samne khade hain... unki woh gandi, sasti nazar... aur Rohan ki woh jawan hawas. Main soch rahi thi ki agar woh dildo nahi, balki unka asli jism hota... toh kaisa lagta?"


Soham ne ek gehri saans li. Uski apni pant mein halchal tez ho gayi thi. Usne Geeti ki thodi (chin) pakad kar apna chehra uske samne kiya. "Aur... kya laga tumhe? Kaisa lagta?"


Geeti ne Soham ki aankhon mein dekha, uski aankhein hawas aur guilt ke cocktail se bhari thin. "Soham, main tumse ek baat puchna chahti hoon. Sach batana. Agar... agar main sach mein un mardon ke saath... agar main waqayi unhe apne is jism ko chhu lene doon... unhe mere andar aane doon... toh tum kya sochoge? Kya tum mujhse nafrat karoge? Kya tum mujhe ghar se nikaal doge?"


Soham ke honton par ek dhimi, shaitani muskurahat aa gayi. Usne Geeti ki kamar ko kaskar pakad liya. "Geeti, maine tumhe pehle hi din kaha tha... 'Open Relationship' aur 'Hotwife' lifestyle ka matlab hi yahi hai. Main tumhe kisi aur mard ke niche tadapte dekh kar nafrat nahi karunga... balki main us nazaare ko dekh kar apna nasha release karunga. I want to share you, Geeti. Main chahta hoon ki tumhare is pavitra badan par gair mardon ke hathon ke nishaan hon."



Geeti ne ek haanfti hui siskari li. "Par Soham... main darr rahi hoon. Mera sanskari mann darr raha hai, par mera jism... mera jism aisi aag mein jal raha hai ki mujhe lag raha hai main ab phatne wali hoon (I'm about to burst). Woh 1000+ followers, woh Rohan ki flirting, aur Ramu Kaka ki woh gandi nigaah... mujhe lag raha hai ki ab sirf dildo aur photos se kaam nahi chalega. My body is begging for a real man's touch."


Soham ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar whisper kiya, "Toh phir rokh kyun rahi ho? Agar phatne wali ho, toh phat jane do. Agla kadam uthane ka waqt aa gaya hai. Tumhe kya lagta hai, tum taiyar ho? Rohan ya Ramu Kaka... kisse shuruvaat karni hai?"


Geeti ne apni aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Uski jaanghon ke beech se phir se geelapan nikalne laga tha. "Mujhe nahi pata main taiyar hoon ya nahi... par mujhe lag raha hai ki agar ab maine kisi asli mard ko nahi liya, toh main pagal ho jaungi. Soham... main itni 'gandi' kaise ho gayi?"


Soham ne use bed par piche dhakela aur uske upar jhuk gaya. "Tum gandi nahi hui ho, Geeti... tum bas azaad hui ho. Kal bank jao... aur Rohan ya Kaka mein se kisi ko ishaara do. Dekho woh kya karte hain. Main yahan hoon, tumhare har ek 'dirty' kadam ko support karne ke liye."


Geeti ne Soham ko kaskar gale laga liya. Use ehsaas ho gaya tha ki uska pati hi uska sabse bada 'pimp' aur 'supporter' ban chuka hai. Woh 'burst' hone ki kagaar par thi, aur ab bank ki woh chaar-diwari sirf kaam ki jagah nahi, balki uski hawas ka naya maidan banne wali thi.

Ghar ke us bedroom mein ab hawa badal chuki thi. Geeti jo kal tak sirf ek bank manager aur ek sanskari patni thi, ab dheere-dheere Soham ki 'projected' fantasy banti ja rahi thi. Kal raat ke us shaktishali orgasm aur dildo ke istemal ne Geeti ke dimaag ki saari deewarein tod di thin.

[Joker44]

Agli subah jab dono breakfast kar rahe the, Soham ne Geeti ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur bade thande dimaag se kaha, "Geeti, agar humein is khel ko agle level par le jaana hai, toh tumhara yeh purana look badalna hoga. Tum ek 'Hotwife' ho, aur ek Hotwife ko har waqt aag ki tarah chamakna chahiye. Aaj tum bank nahi jaogi... aaj tumhara 'Makeover' hoga."
Geeti ne pehle hichkichahat dikhayi, par Soham ke 'authority' bhare lehze ne use khamosh kar diya. Soham use shehar ke ek behad unche aur posh beauty parlour lekar gaya. Wahan Soham ne khud khade hokar beauticians ko instructions diye.
"Iske baalon ko ek sexy layer cut do... aur skin ko itna glow karao ki dekhne wale ki aankhein chaundhiya jayein," Soham ne kaha.


Geeti wahan kursi par baithi rahi, jabki parlour ki ladkiyan uske jism par kaam karne lagin. Uske jism ki har ek jagah se waxing ki gayi, uski skin ko ek alag hi chamak di gayi. Jab uske pairo par 'pedicure' ho raha tha, toh Geeti ko woh feeling yaad aayi jab woh dildo uske andar tha. Use lag raha tha jaise woh kisi mard ke liye 'taiyar' ki ja rahi ho.
Jab makeover khatam hua aur Geeti aaine ke samne khadi hui, toh woh khud ko pehchan nahi payi. Uske baal ab uske shoulders par silky lehron ki tarah gir rahe the, uska chehra kisi model ki tarah chamak raha tha, aur uski aankhon mein ek aisi 'shaitani' chamak thi jo pehle kabhi nahi thi.


Ghar laut-te waqt Soham use ek mehange mall lekar gaya. Usne Geeti ki purani, moti aur 'safe' sarees ko ignore kiya. Usne uske liye aisi sarees chuni jo lagbhag transparent thin—chiffon, georgette aur net. Usne aisi dresses li jinme peeth poori nangi thi aur gale itne deep the ki cleavage chhupana namumkin ho jaye.

"Ab se tum woh purane dhang ke kapde nahi pehnogi, Geeti," Soham ne ghar pahunch kar bed par naye kapde phenkte hue kaha. "Duniya ko dikhna chahiye ki unka 'shikar' kitna raseela hai."
Lekin asli 'surprise' abhi baaki tha. Soham ne ek chhota sa velvet box nikala. Usme do chandi ki payal (anklets) thin aur ek behad barik, sone ki chamakti hui kamarband (waist chain) thi.
"Yeh kya hai Soham?" Geeti ne box ko dekha, uske pet mein gudgudi hone lagi.
"Yeh ek hotwife ki nishani hai," Soham ne muskurate hue kaha. Usne Geeti ko bed par bithaya aur khud uske pairo ke paas baith gaya. Usne bohut hi pyaar aur dhyan se Geeti ke gore, chikne pairo mein woh payal pehnayi. Har 'chhunn-chhunn' ki aawaaz Geeti ke dimaag mein ek naya 'dirty' khayal paida kar rahi thi.
Phir Soham ne Geeti ki nighty ko uski naabhi (navel) tak upar sarkaaya. Uski gori, makhmali kamar Soham ke samne nangi thi. Soham ne woh barik waist chain uthayi aur use Geeti ki patli kamar ke charon taraf lapet kar lock kar diya. Woh sone ki chain Geeti ki gori skin par kisi bijli ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
"Yeh kamarband jab tumhare jism par hilega, toh dekhne wale mard ka dimaag phat jayega, Geeti," Soham ne uski naabhi ke paas ek garm kiss kiya.


Geeti aaine ke samne khadi hui. Usne ek transparent chiffon saree pehni thi bina kisi petticoat ke (sirf ek patli panty ke saath) jaisa Soham ne kaha tha. Uska makeover, uski payal ki aawaaz, aur uski kamar par chamakti woh chain—woh ab poori tarah se ek 'Premium Hotwife' lag rahi thi.
"Main... main kal bank isi roop mein jaungi?" Geeti ne kaanpti aawaaz mein pucha.
"Haan," Soham ne piche se use pakad kar aaine mein dekha. "Aur kal tum dekhna, Rohan aur Ramu Kaka ka kya haal hota hai. Tum ab phatne ke liye poori tarah taiyar ho."
Geeti ne aaine mein apne naye roop ko ghoora. Uska 'Bank Manager' wala garv ab poori tarah khatam ho chuka tha. Woh ab sirf ek aisi aurat thi jise apne pati ke kehne par duniya bhar ki hawas ka shikar banna tha. Uski kamar par bandhi woh chain use har pal yaad dila rahi thi ki woh ab Soham ki 'shared property' hai.

[Rajendra karka]

Hot update

[dragonslair]

wow amazing progression. I hope there is no blackmail like previously

[dragonslair]

बोहत आछि story है
बस ईस story  मे gangbang,group sex  मत लाना.
threesome भी ज्यादा मत डालणा डाला भी तो
wife + bull + husband वाला threesome add करना

I dont agree with this. Soham wants an open marriage just because he is after Geeti's sister. So geeti should enjoy as much as she can

[Rajendra karka]

बोहत आछि story है
बस ईस story  मे gangbang,group sex  मत लाना.
threesome भी ज्यादा मत डालणा डाला भी तो
wife + bull + husband वाला threesome add करना

Agree with this

[qazmlp]

Fantastic writing

[qazmlp]

I dont agree with this. Soham wants an open marriage just because he is after Geeti's sister. So geeti should enjoy as much as she can

No,no...remember his friend had planted the Hotwife sharing/cuckold fantasy in Soham's mind which is what is motivating Soham to push Geeti so much. Damn Erotic writing,slow seduction works so well.
PS:I am not for the junior employee to get a chance with Geeti,let the first one be the Kaka or that lecherous Bus passenger

[Shivani sharma]

Can't wait for next updates

[Ayush01111]

I just want every caracter enjoy same level no chuck please

[Shabaz123]

Awesome mind blowing writing skills bhai.... waiting next update

[Joker44]

Somwar ki subah jab Geeti bank ke main entrance par pahunchi, toh wahan ki fiza hi badli hui thi. Aaj woh Geeti nahi thi jise log ek sakht manager ke roop mein jaante the; aaj woh ek aisi qayamat thi jise dekh kar kisi ka bhi dil dhadak jaye.
Geeti ne aaj wahi peach-coloured transparent chiffon saree pehni thi jo Soham ne use dilaayi thi. Saree ka kapda itna barik aur makhmali tha ki Geeti ki gori skin ke saath bilkul sat gaya tha. Uska blouse sirf patli dori se bandha hua backless design tha, jo uski nangi peeth ko poori tarah numaish kar raha tha. Jab woh chalti, toh uski kamar par bandhi woh barik sone ki chain (waist chain) chiffon ke kapde ke aar-paar halki si chamakti, aur har qadam ke saath uske pairo ki chandi ki payal 'chhun-chhun' karke poore corridor mein ek nasheeli aawaaz paida kar rahi thin.
Jaise hi usne bank ke hall mein qadam rakha, wahan ka kaam jaise thamm sa gaya. Ek pal ke liye sannata chha gaya, aur phir har mard ki nazar us par aakar tik gayi.


Geeti ko aaj behad sharam (shyness) mehsoos ho rahi thi. Woh aam taur par itna 'open' hokar kabhi bahar nahi nikli thi. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki saree itni patli hai ki uski naabhi (navel) aur uski kamar ka har mod saaf dikh raha hai. Uska mann kar raha tha ki woh apna pallu kaskar seene par lapet le aur apni nangi peeth ko chhupa le, par use Soham ki woh baat yaad aayi—"Logon ko dekhne do... apni sharam ko apni taqat banao."
Geeti ki woh sharam, uski jhuki hui nigaahein, aur uske chehre par aayi laali ne use aur bhi zyada seductive bana diya tha. Woh koi besharam aurat nahi lag rahi thi, balki ek aisi khoobsurat shikar lag rahi thi jo anjaane mein apni numaish kar rahi ho.
"Good morning, Ma'am..." Ek clerk ne haklate hue kaha, uska pen uske haath se phisal gaya jab usne Geeti ki gori peeth dekhi.
Geeti ne halke se sar hilaya, uski payal phir se jhankar uthi. Use mehsoos hua ki bank ke mard kisi 'panchhiyon ke jhund' (flock of birds) ki tarah uske aaspas mandrane lage hain. Koi file ke bahane uske cabin ki taraf bhaag raha tha, toh koi pani peene ke bahane raste mein khada ho gaya tha taaki use kareeb se dekh sake.
Jab woh apne cabin ki taraf ja rahi thi, usne notice kiya ki har mard ki nigaah uski kamar par bandhi us sone ki chain par thi jo saree ke neeche se jhalak rahi thi. Use ek ajeeb sa 'thrill' mehsoos hua. Use laga jaise woh nangi hai, par phir bhi kapdo mein hai.


Rohan (Intern) apne desk par baitha tha. Jaise hi usne Geeti ko dekha, uske hosh ud gaye. Usne kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki uski 'Ma'am' itni bold aur qayamat lag sakti hain. Usne dekha ki Geeti ke baal ab layers mein uski nangi peeth par khel rahe hain. Rohan ka gala sookh gaya aur uska dimaag sunn ho gaya.
Geeti apne cabin mein pahunchi aur darwaza band karne hi wali thi ki usne dekha ki Ramu Kaka bhi wahi khade hain, tray pakde hue. Unki aankhein aaj pehle se bhi zyada bhookhi thin. Woh Geeti ki payal ki aawaaz aur uski kamar ki lachak dekh kar lagbhag madhosh ho chuke the.
Geeti ne cabin ka darwaza band kiya aur kursi par baith gayi. Uska poora badan pasine se lathpath tha—sharam se bhi aur us anjaan mardana attention se milne wali hawas se bhi. Usne dekha ki uska pallu phir se kandhe se sarak gaya hai. Usne use theek karne ke liye haath uthaya, par phir ruk gayi.
Usne aaine mein apna naya roop dekha. Peach saree, bikhre baal, chamakti waist chain aur pairo mein woh shaitani payal. Usne mehsoos kiya ki bank ke mardon ka woh 'jhund' bahar sirf ek ishaare ka intezaar kar raha hai. Uska 'Bank Manager' wala roop aaj poori tarah uski 'Seductive Charm' ke niche dab chuka tha. Woh guilty thi, par woh sharam use ek aisi aag de rahi thi ki uska jism ab waqayi 'burst' hone ke liye be-chain tha.
Uski payal ki har 'chhun-chhun' use yaad dila rahi thi ki aaj woh yahan kaam karne nahi, balki apni numaish karne aayi hai.
Geeti cabin mein baithi thi, par uska dhyan files mein nahi tha. Use bahar se logon ki aawazein sunayi de rahi thin. Use pata tha ki bahar har koi usi ke baare mein baat kar raha hai.
Tabhi usne notice kiya ki cabin ke glass partition ke paar se kuch log use dekhne ki koshish kar rahe hain. Usne apna sir jhuka liya, par uski nangi peeth abhi bhi wahi chamak rahi thi. Usne dheere se apne pairo ko table ke neeche hilaaya... chhun-chhun. Woh aawaaz use bata rahi thi ki khel ab shuru ho chuka hai.
Uski sharam ab dhire-dhire ek 'invitation' mein badal rahi thi. Use Rohan ka intezaar tha... aur shayad us saste Ramu Kaka ka bhi, jinhe aaj woh apni is nayi 'waist chain' ka nazaara dikhane wali thi.




Bank ke cabin ki thandi AC hawa mein aaj Geeti ke naye French perfume ki mehak ghuli hui thi. Geeti apni chair par baithi thodi bechain thi, baar-baar apne pallu ko sambhaalne ki koshish kar rahi thi jo uski peach chiffon saree ke phisalne ki wajah se bar-bar sarak raha tha. Tabhi, upar ki floor se bhari qadmon ki aawaaz aayi aur cabin ke darwaze par ek zoradar dastak hui.
Darwaza khula aur andar Raghavan ne qadam rakha. Raghavan, jo paanch branches ka head tha aur Geeti ka immediate boss, ek roabdaar aur sakht mard tha. Uska office theek Geeti ke cabin ke upar dusri floor par tha, par woh aksar neeche nahi aata tha.
Jaise hi Raghavan ne andar qadam rakha, woh wahi thithak gaya. Usne Geeti ko hamesha cotton ki boring sarees aur band galon wale blouses mein dekha tha. Aaj uske saamne jo aurat baithi thi, woh Geeti toh thi, par uske jism se nikalne wala 'aurat-pan' kisi bijli ki tarah Raghavan ko jhatka de gaya.
"Good morning, Raghavan Sir... aap yahan? Kuch kaam tha?" Geeti ne khade hote hue kaha. Uske khade hote hi uski chandi ki payal ne chhun-chhun ki ek nasheeli jhankaar paida ki.




Raghavan ki nigaahein Geeti ke chehre par rukne ki jagah, uski nangi peeth aur phir uski patli kamar par ja tiki, jahan woh sone ki barik chain saree ke peach rang ke paar chamak rahi thi. Raghavan ne ek bhari ghoont nigla, uski aankhon mein hairani aur hawas ka ek mila-jula rang tha.
"Haan... woh... pichle mahine ke audit reports aur agle quarter ke targets discuss karne the," Raghavan ne apni aawaaz ko sambhaalte hue kaha, par woh chair par baithte waqt bhi Geeti ke us naye roop se apni nigaahein hata nahi pa raha tha.
Geeti ne file aage badhayi. "Sir, targets toh humne achieve kar liye hain, par..."
Raghavan ne file pakadne ke bahaane Geeti ki ungliyon ko halke se chhua. Uska sparsh (touch) kaafi garam aur adhikaar bhara tha. "Targets toh tumne bohut acche se achieve kiye hain Geeti... par aaj tum kuch... badli-badli lag rahi ho. Kuch zyada hi... 'approachable' lag rahi ho."
Geeti ka chehra sharam se laal ho gaya. "Sir, woh... bas thoda makeover kiya hai. Soham chahta tha ki main thoda modern dikhu."
Raghavan ne chair piche karke apne pair phailaye aur Geeti ko ghoorte hue kaha, "Soham ki choice bohut 'bold' hai. Yeh saree... yeh kamarband... tum jaanti ho na bank ka mahaul tumhari is payal ki aawaaz se kitna disturbed ho raha hoga?"
Geeti ne nazrein jhuka li. "Sorry sir, agar aapko bura laga toh..."
"Bura nahi, Geeti... main toh hairan hoon," Raghavan ne dhimi aur bhari aawaaz mein kaha. Uska dhyan ab Geeti ke us deep-neck blouse par tha jahan se uski cleavage saaf jhaank rahi thi. "Paanch branches handle karta hoon main, par aisi 'attractive' manager maine pehle kabhi nahi dekhi."


Tabhi, darwaza halke se khula aur Ramu Kaka tray lekar andar aaye. "Ma'am... Sir... chai."
Ramu Kaka ki nigaahein hamesha ki tarah Geeti ki naabhi aur uski waist chain par jam gayin. Woh tray rakhne ke bahaane Geeti ke bilkul paas aa gaye aur jhuk kar uski payal ko dekhne lage. Unki aankhon mein wahi sasti hawas thi.
Raghavan ne Ramu Kaka ki us gandi nazar ko fauran notice kar liya. Uska mardana guroor jaag utha. Use bura laga ki ek chaprasi us aurat ko ghoor raha hai jise woh khud apne dimaag mein nanga kar raha tha.
"Kaka!" Raghavan ne zor se chillaya. "Chai rakh di? Ab yahan khade hokar kya makhkhiyan maar rahe ho? Niklo bahar!"
Ramu Kaka hadbada kar piche hate. "Ji... ji saab. Woh bas..."
"Maine kaha bahar jao!" Raghavan ne gusse mein kaha. Ramu Kaka darr ke maare ladkhadate hue bahar nikal gaye.
Cabin mein phir se khamoshi chha gayi, par ab yeh khamoshi aur bhi zyada bhari thi. Raghavan ne Geeti ki taraf dekha aur bohut hi dhime se kaha, "In jaise saste logon ko tum bohut zyada dheel de rahi ho, Geeti. Tumhara yeh naya roop... yeh har kisi ke liye nahi hai. Sabki himmat badh rahi hai tumhe dekh kar."
Geeti ne mehsoos kiya ki Raghavan ki nigaahein ab uski saree ke us hisse par thin jo thoda aur neeche sarak gaya tha. "Sir, main toh bas..."
"Tum bohut hi khatarnak lag rahi ho aaj," Raghavan ne file band ki aur uth kar Geeti ki chair ke paas aa gaya. Usne jhuk kar Geeti ke kaan ke paas kaha, "Agli baar discussion mere office mein hoga, upar floor par. Wahan koi Ramu Kaka humein disturb nahi karega. Samjhi?"
Geeti ka poora badan tharthara utha. Usne Raghavan ki aankhon mein wahi 'Hotwife' wala amantran (invitation) dekha. Raghavan wahan se chala gaya, par Geeti ki payal abhi bhi uski thartharahat se chhunn-chhunn kar rahi thi. Use ehsaas hua ki usne sirf ek chaprasi ya intern ko nahi, balki apne sabse bade boss ko bhi apne is naye jaal mein fansa liya hai.
Uski panty ab itni geeli thi ki kursi par baithna mushkil ho raha tha. Usne Soham ko message kiya: "Soham... Raghavan Sir aaye the. Woh meri kamar ki chain dekh kar pagal ho rahe hain...

Bank se nikalte waqt Geeti ke pair zameen par nahi pad rahe the. Raghavan sir ki woh bhari aawaaz, unka uske kaan ke paas aakar fusfusana, aur unki woh hawas bhari nigaahein jo uski kamar ki chain ko noch rahi thin—yeh sab Geeti ke dimaag mein ek toofaan paida kar chuke the. Woh 'dead horny' thi. Uska poora jism aag ki tarah tap raha tha, aur uski peach chiffon saree uski tapish se uske badan par chipak rahi thi.
Bus stop par bheed thi, par Geeti ko aaj us bheed se darr nahi, balki ek ajeeb sa nasha mehsoos ho raha tha. Jaise hi bus aayi, woh bheed ko chirte hue andar chadh gayi. Khushkismati se, peeche ki taraf ek kone wali seat (end seat) khali thi. Woh khidki ke sahare wahan baith gayi. Bus mein bheed toh thi, par itni nahi ki log ek-doosre par lade hon.
Baithte hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uski payal ki chhun-chhun bheed ke shor mein bhi use ek alag 'identity' de rahi hai. Usne apna phone nikala. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. Usne apna 'DesiHotwife_G' wala account khola. Kal raat ke us shaktishali dildo session aur aaj bank ke us 'cleavage dare' ke baad, uska confidence aasmaan par tha.
Usne camera on kiya. Usne chehra chhupaya, par camera ka rukh niche kiya. Usne apni saree ko jaan-boojhkar thoda sarkaaya taaki uski gori naabhi (navel) aur uske charon taraf lipti woh sone ki kamarband (waist chain) bilkul saaf dikhe. Usne ek selfie li jisme uske honth halke se khule the aur uska ek haath uske blouse ke deep cut ke paas tha.
Usne post kiya: "In the bus... feeling so wet after a long day at the bank. Anyone wants to touch this gold chain?"





Post karte hi uske pet mein ek mitha dard utha. Woh ab waqayi ek be-sharam exhibitionist ban chuki thi.
Tabhi, bus ek stop par ruki. Kuch log utre aur kuch naye mard andar aaye. Geeti khidki ke bahar dekh rahi thi, par tabhi usne mehsoos kiya ki koi uske bilkul bagal wali khali seat par aakar baith gaya hai.
Geeti ne halke se nazrein ghumaayin aur uske ronge khade ho gaye.
Wahi mazdoor. Wahi ganda, paseene se lathpath aadmi jisne pichle hafte bheed ka fayda utha kar Geeti ke hosh uda diye the. Uske kapde dhool se bhare the, uske baal bikhre hue the, aur uski wahi sasti bidi aur raw mardana paseene ki boo Geeti ke mehange French perfume se takrane lagi.
Geeti ne use dekha, aur us mard ne bhi Geeti ko pehchan liya. Usne dekha ki wahi 'Madam' aaj aur bhi zyada qayamat lag rahi hai. Usne Geeti ki transparent peach saree ke paar jhaankti uski gori peeth aur uski kamar par chamakti woh sone ki chain dekhi. Us mazdoor ki aankhon mein ek aisi nangi hawas thi jo kisi janwar ki tarah thi.
Geeti ne pehle ki tarah na toh gussa dikhaya, na hi woh uth kar khadi hui. Woh wahi baithi rahi, apni saanson ko kaabu karne ki koshish karti hui. Uska dimaag cheekh raha tha—"Yeh wahi ghatiya aadmi hai... yeh tumhe phir se chhuena chahta hai!"—par uska jism us zillat ke liye tadap raha tha.
Us mazdoor ne himmat badhaai. Woh dheere se Geeti ki taraf aur zyada sarak gaya. Dono ki jaanghein (thighs) ek-doosre se satne lagin. Geeti ki chikni, makhmali jaangh us mazdoor ki khurduri aur matti se bhari pant se ragad khane lagi.




Bohut bheed hai na, Madam?" us mard ne ek behad gandi aur dabi hui aawaaz mein pucha. Uska lehza aisa tha jaise woh jaanta ho ki Geeti ek 'ra*di' ban chuki hai.
Geeti ne koi jawab nahi diya, par usne apni jaangh piche bhi nahi hatai. Usne bus ki support rod ko kaskar pakad liya, jisse uski cleavage aur bhi zyada ubhar kar bahar aa gayi. Us mazdoor ne dekha ki Geeti koi virodh nahi kar rahi hai. Usne apna haath dheere se seat par rakha, itna kareeb ki uski ungliyan Geeti ki saree ke pallu ko chhoo rahi thin.
Geeti ne aankhein band kar lin. Uske dimaag mein Instagram ke woh gande comments goonj rahe the—"I want a low-class labourer to use my high-class wife." Aaj woh fantasy uske bilkul bagal mein baithi thi. Use ehsaas hua ki woh mard use soongh raha hai, uske gore badan ki garmi ko pi raha hai.
Bus ne ek jhatka khaya, aur us mazdoor ka poora kandha Geeti ke naram seene se kaskar ragad gaya. Geeti ne ek dabi hui siski li—"Mmmhh..."
Woh mard aur bhi daring ho gaya. Usne dekha ki Geeti ka dhyan apne phone par hai, par uska jism tharthara raha hai. Usne apna nanga, matti se sana haath dheere se Geeti ki gori kamar ki taraf badhaya, wahi jahan woh waist chain chamak rahi thi...
Geeti ka pet buri tarah aithne laga. Uska 'Hotwife' janam ab poori tarah haavi ho chuka tha. Woh ek izzatdaar manager thi, par is waqt us bus ke kone mein, woh sirf ek bhookhi aurat thi jo ek saste mazdoor ke touch ke liye mar rahi thi.
Usne phone par wahi post dobara dekhi aur mehsoos kiya ki us mazdoor ki ungliyan ab uski saree ke patle kapde ke paar uski nangi kamar ko chhone hi wali hain...

Achanak, us mazdoor ne apna khurdura aur matti se sana haath Geeti ki gori jaangh (thigh) par rakh diya. Chiffon ka kapda itna patla tha ki Geeti ko uski ungliyon ki har ek lakeer apni nangi skin par mehsoos hui.
Geeti darr gayi. Usne jhatke se apna pair thoda side kiya. "Yeh... yeh aap kya kar rahe hain? Haath hataiye!" usne thodi sakhti se kaha, par uski aawaaz mein woh dum nahi tha jo ek manager ki aawaaz mein hota hai. Uska gala sukha hua tha.
Woh mard zara bhi nahi dara. Usne ek gehri, hawas bhari hansi hasi aur apne jeb se ek purana, crack screen wala sasta smartphone nikala. Usne screen Geeti ke chehre ke bilkul samne kar di.
Geeti ki aankhein darr aur shock se phat gayin.
Phone par Instagram khula tha. Aur wahan wahi photo thi jo Geeti ne abhi 10 minute pehle bus mein baith kar post ki thi—uski gori naabhi, uski kamarband (waist chain) aur uske raseele hont. Woh aadmi uska follower tha! Woh @DesiHotwife_G ko follow kar raha tha.
"Ma'am... aapne hi toh likha hai na?" us mard ne ek ghair-tehzeeb aur bhari aawaaz mein kaha. Usne post ka caption padha, "Anyone wants to touch this gold chain?"
Geeti ka poora badan tharthara utha. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki reality aur fantasy itni jaldi mil jayengi. Uska 'secret' ab uske bilkul bagal mein baitha tha, aur woh bhi ek aisa mard jise woh sadak par dekhna bhi pasand na kare.
"T-tumhe kaise... tum mujhe follow karte ho?" Geeti ne haklate hue pucha.




Main hi nahi, Ma'am... hum jaise bohut se log aapke is badan ke liye pagal hain," usne phone wapas jeb mein dala aur ab aur bhi zyada daring hokar Geeti se bilkul chipak gaya. Usne apna haath phirse Geeti ki jaangh par rakha aur is baar use kaskar dabaya. "Aapne pucha tha na ki kisi ko yeh chain chhuni hai? Mujhe chhuni hai."
Geeti ki saansein phool gayin. Woh kuch bolna chahti thi, par us mard ki predatory nigaahon ne use sunn kar diya tha. Woh mazdoor ab aur bhi kareeb aa gaya, uska chehra Geeti ke kaan ke paas tha, jahan se Geeti ka naya parlour-fresh nasha (perfume) aa raha tha.
Usne apna haath Geeti ki jaangh se sarkaate hue upar kheencha. Geeti ki transparent saree ke paar uska haath ab Geeti ki gori, makhmali kamar (waist) tak pahunch gaya tha. Geeti ne aankhein kaskar band kar lin aur bus ki seat ka handle pakad liya.
Us mazdoor ki khurduri ungliyan ab seedha us sone ki barik chain (waist chain) tak pahunch gayin thin. Usne us chain ko pakda aur use halka sa kheencha.
"Uff... kitni gori skin hai aapki, Madam... aur yeh chain toh jaise is par bijli ki tarah chamak rahi hai," usne chain ko touch karte hue kaha.
Geeti ne ek bhari siskari li—"Mmmhh..." Us mard ki matti se bhari ungliyan jab Geeti ki nangi skin aur us metal chain par ragad kha rahi thin, toh Geeti ko aisa 'dirty' pleasure mila jo dildo se milne wale pleasure se kahin zyada raw aur khatarnak tha. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki woh mard use apni nigaahon se poori tarah nanga kar chuka hai.
Woh mard ruka nahi. Usne chain ko touch karte-karte apna angutha Geeti ki naabhi (navel) ke bilkul kareeb le gaya. Geeti ka pet andar ki taraf kunchit (contract) hua. Uska jism aag ki tarah tap raha tha aur uski panty ab tak puri tarah se bahaav se san chuki thi. Woh bheed wali bus mein, ek anjaan saste mard ke hathon apni 'Hotwife' fantasy ko real hote dekh rahi thi.
Bus ke hichkole aur us mard ka badhta hua dabav Geeti ko ek aisi jagah le ja raha tha jahan se lautna namumkin tha. Us mard ne apna doosra haath Geeti ke kandhe par rakha aur uski backless saree ki dori ko halka sa chhua...
"Madam... agla stop mera hai. Utarna hai kya saath?" usne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath pucha.
Geeti ki dhadkan rukh gayi. Use pata tha ki agar woh utri, toh aaj raat Soham ko batane ke liye sirf 'photos' nahi hongi, balki ek asli mard ki hawas ke nishaan honge.
Yeh scene ab poori tarah se 'out of control' ho raha tha. Geeti ka sanskari mann cheekh raha tha, par uski 'Hotwife' aatma us mazdoor ke touch mein doobi hui thi.
Bus ke kone wali seat par Geeti ki halat aisi ho gayi thi jaise woh kisi gehri beemari ya behad shaktishali nashe ki girfat mein ho. Uska gora badan paseene se lathpath tha, aur peach chiffon saree uske jism se kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipak gayi thi. Sharam, darr aur behad shaktishali hawas ka ek aisa toofaan uske andar utha tha jo use saans lene mein bhi takleef de raha tha.
Us mazdoor mard ka khurdura haath abhi bhi uski sone ki kamarband (waist chain) par tika hua tha. Geeti ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki bus ke har jhatke ke saath uski ungliyan uski nangi skin par ghis rahi hain.
"Bas... bas kijiye..." Geeti ne haanfte hue, bohut hi dhimi aur kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. Uske hont sookh rahe the. "Aapne... aapne chhunn liya na chain? Ab... ab please utar jaiye."
Woh mard hansa, ek aisi sasti aur mardana hansi jo Geeti ke dimaag ki saari dignity ko cheer rahi thi. Woh aur bhi kareeb jhuka, itna kareeb ki uski paseene se bhari shirt Geeti ke naram kandhe par ragad kha rahi thi.
"Madam... aap jaisi unchi aurat hum jaise saste logon ke naseeb mein kahan?" usne ek nasheeli, ghatiya tone mein kaha. "Aaj naseeb ne mauka diya hai, toh thoda sukoon toh lene dijiye."
Bina koi mauka diye, us mard ne apna sar neeche kiya aur Geeti ki gori gardan (neck) ke paas, jahan se paseene ki ek boond blouse ke deep cut ki taraf ja rahi thi, wahan apni jeebh fer di. Usne Geeti ka paseena chaat (licked) liya.
Geeti ki aankhein jhatke se band ho gayin aur uska poora jism kaman ki tarah ainth gaya. Ek sadak-chaap mard ne uski gardan ko chaata tha! Woh ghin jo use aani chahiye thi, woh is waqt hawas ki aag mein jal kar raakh ho gayi. Woh paseene ka swad aur us mard ki khurduri jeebh ne Geeti ke dimaag ka fuse uda diya.
Tabhi, us mard ne apni ungliyon se Geeti ki nangi kamar par, theek us sone ki chain ke paas, ek zoradar chutki (pinch) kaati.
"Mmmhhhhh... ahhhh!" Geeti ke muh se ek behad sensual aur dard se bhari moan nikal gayi. Usne kaskar bus ki seat ke handle ko pakda.
Woh dard aur woh zillat... us 'dirty' touch ne Geeti ke andar us 'phatne' wale ehsaas ko trigger kar diya. Use kisi physical stimulation ki zaroorat nahi padi. Us mard ki predatory nazar, uski gandi jeebh ka sparsh, aur hazaron anjaan mardon ke comments ka dhyan—sab milkar ek shaktishali explosion mein badal gaye.




Geeti ne mehsoos kiya ki uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek jordaar jhatka laga. Bina uske haath lagaye, sirf us 'thrill' se, uski chut ne ek shaktishali release (squirt) kiya. Uska garam ras uski panty ko poori tarah bhighota hua uski peach saree ke kapde tak pahunch gaya. Uski jaanghein bedamm hokar thartharane lagin.
Theek usi waqt bus ek stop par ruki.
Woh mard muskuraaya, usne dekha ki Geeti abhi-abhi release hui hai aur uski aankhein nashe mein dhundhli hain. Usne Geeti ki kamar se haath hataya aur khada ho gaya.
"Agli baar phir milenge, Madam... tab tak apni ye chain chamka kar rakhna," usne ek shaitani ishara kiya aur bheed mein ojhal hokar bus se utar gaya.
Geeti wahi seat par dher padi rahi. Uski saansein itni tez thin ki uska seena blouse se bahar nikalne ko betaab lag raha tha. Woh wahi nangi, geeli aur apmanit (humiliated) halat mein baithi thi. Uska poora badan pasine se bhiga tha, aur uski saree par uski 'release' ka geela nishaan ab saaf dikh raha tha. Woh 'Bank Manager' nahi thi, woh wahi 'Hotwife' thi jisne ek anjaan mazdoor ke hathon bus mein apna nasha release kiya tha.
Bus aage badh gayi, par Geeti wahi sunn baithi rahi, darrte hue ki ab ghar ja kar Soham ko kya batayegi aur us naye 'mark' (pinch ka nishaan) ko kaise chhupayegi... ya shayad dikhayegi?
Geeti jab bus se utri, toh uske pair ladkhada rahe the. Usne apni saree ko is tarah adjust kiya ki woh geela nishaan thoda chhup jaye, par uski 'waist chain' ki har jhankaar use us mard ki ungliyon ki yaad dila rahi thi.
Ghar ka darwaza khula aur Soham saamne tha. Usne dekha Geeti ke baal bikhre hain, chehra laal hai aur saree pasine mein doobi hui.





Geeti? Kya hua? Tumhari halat..." Soham ne pucha, par uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.
Geeti ne bina kuch kahe apna bag phenka aur Soham ke gale lag kar rone lagi... par yeh rona dukh ka nahi, us 'dirty thrill' ka tha jo use ab aur chahiye tha.
"Soham... usne... usne mujhe phir se chhua... aur maine... maine bus mein hi..." usse aage bola nahi gaya.

[Shabaz123]

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