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pujaa69 · 06-03-2026, 09:01 PM

Nice update
Waiting for to come

Nidhi@29 · 06-03-2026, 10:39 PM

Nice story.. meri panty hr baar geeli ho jati hai.. please give longer updates

qazmlp · 08-03-2026, 12:00 AM

Superb update.

exbiixossip2 · 08-03-2026, 07:16 AM

every story best.. with hot pics

iska bhi update de do aaj sunday hai.. full lust... and romance. with hot desire.

pujaa69 · 08-03-2026, 10:12 AM

(06-03-2026, 06:17 PM)Joker44 Wrote: 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.

Waiting for the next bigg updates

Nidhi@29 · 08-03-2026, 07:28 PM

Please update do
Aaj mood hora hai bohot

Shabaz123 · 08-03-2026, 08:59 PM

Waiting update

exbiixossip2 · 09-03-2026, 06:16 AM

next update bro.. with ramu kaka...

justafantasydear · 09-03-2026, 09:19 PM

Excellent story.. add more cuck elements

Shabaz123 · 12-03-2026, 10:17 AM

Waiting next update

Shabaz123 · 14-03-2026, 02:42 PM

Update bro

exbiixossip2 · 16-03-2026, 12:32 AM

next update come fast

Joker44 · 16-03-2026, 03:19 PM

Ghar ke band kamre mein ab hawas ki deewarein bhi pasine se bheeg chuki thin. Soham ne jab Geeti ke bikhre hue baal aur uski thartharati halat dekhi, toh uska mardana guroor aur uski 'Hotwife' fantasy apne charam par pahunch gayi. Geeti ki aankhon mein wahi bhookh thi jo kisi janwar mein hoti hai—woh bus wala mazdoor, bank ka Raghavan, Rohan ki flirting aur Ramu Kaka ki gandi nazar... sab milkar Geeti ke jism ko ek dehekta hua koyla bana chuke the.

"Soham... please... I can't take it anymore," Geeti ne haanfte hue kaha, uska haath apni sone ki kamarband par tha jise us mazdoor ne abhi kuch der pehle nochha tha. "Will you... will you help me?"

Soham ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath uski gori, paseene se bhari garden ko chhua. "Nahi Geeti... aaj nahi. Aaj tumhare jism par un mardon ka nasha hai. Tumne unhe invite kiya hai, toh unhi ke khayalon mein tripti (satisfaction) dhoondo. Jo gift maine diya tha... use lekar jao."

Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uska pati use uksa raha tha ki woh un anjaan mardon ki 'chahat' mein khud ko tabaah kar le. Geeti ne woh bada, kala vibrator dildo uthaya aur bathroom ki taraf bhagi. Usne darwaza andar se lock kiya aur wahi bathroom ke thande farsh par dher ho gayi.

Usne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Andhere mein use Raghavan ka woh robdaar chehra dikha jo uske kaan ke paas gandi baatein kar raha tha... phir use Rohan ka woh jawan jism dikha jo use 'Madam' keh kar pukaar raha tha... aur sabse zyada, use wahi bus wala mazdoor dikha jiska paseena usne abhi apni garden par mehsoos kiya tha.

Geeti ne apni peach chiffon saree ko dhire-dhire apni jaanghon tak upar uthaya. Uski panty pehle hi bahaav se puri tarah bheeg kar uske jism se chipak gayi thi. Usne apna haath apni raseeli daraar par rakha aur use zor-zor se rub karne lagi.

"Ahhhhh... mmm... Kaka... Raghavan... Rohan..." uske muh se behad raseeli aur gandi siskariyan nikalne lagin.

Usne dildo uthaya, par ise andar dalne se pehle usne use dhyan se dekha. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki yeh wahi bada mardana ang hai jo in sab mardon ke paas hai aur woh sab bari-bari se ise Geeti ke andar utaar rahe hain. Geeti ne ek behad besharm harkat ki—usne dildo ke top ko apne muh mein liya aur use kisi asli lund ki tarah chaatne (licking) lagi. Uska nasha ab hosh ki hadein paar kar chuka tha.

Usne niche dekha—uski 'Hotwife' pehchan ab poori tarah nangi thi. Uski raseeli chut bahaav se chamak rahi thi, jaise keh rahi ho ki ab aur intezaar nahi hota.

"Ab aao... ab mujhe khatam kar do," Geeti ne bud-budate hue dildo ka vibrator full speed par 'ON' kiya.

Bzzzzzzzzzz... Vibrations ki woh bhari aawaaz bathroom ki tiles se takra kar goonjne lagi. Geeti ne dildo ka top apni sooji hui daraar par tikaaya aur dubaara un sab mardon ke chehre yaad kiye. Usne imagine kiya ki woh bus wala mazdoor use piche se pakde hue hai aur Raghavan samne se use ghoor raha hai...

Aur phir... asli khel shuru hua. Usne ek jhatke mein us mote dildo ko apne andar poora utaar diya.

Bathroom ke thande tiles par Geeti nangi leti hui thi, par uska poora jism ek dehekta hua koyla ban chuka tha. Usne us mote, kale dildo ko pakda aur uske top ko apni raseeli, sooji hui daraar par tikaya. Vibrations ki bzzzz aawaaz uske kaano mein kisi shaitani sangeet ki tarah goonj rahi thi.

Jaise hi usne us mote dildo ko ek jhatke mein apne andar utara, uske muh se ek gehri aur dard-bhari siskari nikli—"OHHHHH GODOOO... AHHH!"

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Usne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Uska dimaag ab hosh mein nahi tha. Usne imagine kiya ki woh abhi bhi us bus ki pichli seat par hai. Woh ganda, paseene se lathpath mazdoor ab sirf chhu nahi raha tha, balki usne Geeti ki mehngi peach saree phad di hai aur apne kale, sakht lund ko Geeti ke is gora aur high-class badan ke andar poori tarah utaar diya hai. Use us mazdoor ki wahi raw, sasti aur gandi smell (boo) apne naak ke paas mehsoos ho rahi thi. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki woh mazdoor uski raseeli chut ko apne 'dirty' aur 'rough' jhatkon se noch raha hai.

"Haan... haan... aur zor se... gande mazdoor... bhar do mujhe..." Geeti pagalpan mein bad-badane lagi. Dildo uske andar kisi wild mard ki tarah vibrate kar raha tha, aur Geeti apni jaanghon ko kaskar dildo par ragad rahi thi.

Phir usne dildo ko thoda bahar khincha aur phir se andar dala, par is baar khayal badal gaya. Usne imagine kiya Ramu Kaka ko. Woh mota, 50 saal ka chaprasi ab uske bank ke cabin mein uske upar chadha hua hai. Woh ganda chaprasi jise woh kabhi pani laane ko kehti thi, ab wahi apni sasti hawas se Geeti ki 'Manager' wali dignity ko tabaah kar raha hai. Geeti ne dildo ki speed aur badha di, yeh soch kar ki Ramu Kaka uske gore ubhaaron (breasts) ko apne khurdure hathon se masal rahe hain.

"Ahhh... Kaka... dekh lo apni Manager ko... kitni bhookhi hai aapke liye..." Geeti ki siskariyan ab wild moans mein badal chuki thin. Uska gora badan paseene se chamak raha tha aur uski sone ki kamarband uske har jhatke ke saath tiles par chhunn-chhunn kar rahi thi.

Lekin sabse bada jhatka abhi baaki tha. Usne dildo ko poori tarah bahar nikala aur use apne honton se phir se chaata, aur phir use itni zor se andar dhakela ki woh uski bachaadani (womb) tak ja takraya. Ab dimaag mein Raghavan Sir ka chehra tha. Uska roabdaar Boss.

Geeti ne imagine kiya ki Raghavan Sir ne use audit ke bahane cabin mein bulaya aur wahi table par lita diya hai. Raghavan ki woh high-class par hawas se bhari mardangi use dominate kar rahi hai. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki Raghavan Sir uske kaan mein gandi gaaliyan de rahe hain aur keh rahe hain ki kaise unhone is 'Sanskari Manager' ko ek 'Dirty Hotwife' mein badal diya hai.

Dildo ki vibrations aur Geeti ka un mardon ka khayal milkar ek aisi aag ban gaye jise ab rokna namumkin tha. Geeti ka jism kaman ki tarah ainth gaya. Usne dildo ko itni tezi se andar-bahar kiya ki uski chut se nikalne wala 'juice' farsh par tapakne laga.

"Rohan... Raghavan... Kaka... MAZDOOOOR... sab milkar... ahhhhhh YES!"

Geeti ki aankhein upar chadh gayin. Uska jism ek jordaar jhatke ke saath sakht ho gaya. Uska orgasm itna wild tha ki woh bathroom ke farsh par machalne lagi. Uska garam ras dildo ke saath-saath baahar nikal raha tha. Woh bank manager, woh pati-vrata aurat ab poori tarah tabaah ho chuki thi... woh sirf ek mard ki nahi, balki har us mard ki 'property' ban chuki thi jisne aaj use hawas se ghoora tha.

Woh wahi nangi, paseene mein bheegi hui bathroom ke farsh par haanfti rahi, dildo abhi bhi uske geela aur raseele badan ke paas vibrate kar raha tha.

Soham bathroom ke darwaze ke bahar khada Geeti ki un siskariyon aur dildo ki bzzzz aawaaz ko sunkar ek ajeeb hi nasha mehsoos kar raha tha. Jab usne Geeti ke muh se "Mazdoor," "Kaka," aur "Raghavan" jaise naam sune, toh use samajh aa gaya ki uski patni ab puri tarah se 'Hotwife' banne ke daldal mein utar chuki hai. Uska mardana guroor is baat mein tha ki hazaron mard uski patni ke badan ke liye pagal hain, aur Geeti khud un saste mardon ke khayalon mein apni pyaas bujha rahi hai.

"Kal ka din Geeti ki zindagi ka sabse bada din hoga," Soham ne muskuraate hue socha. "Ab waqt aa gaya hai ki duniya ko 'DesiHotwife_G' ka live jalwa dikhaya jaye."

Thodi der baad bathroom ka darwaza khula. Geeti bahar nikali, uska gora badan abhi bhi thoda laal tha aur aankhon mein ek aisi nasheeli khumaari thi jaise woh abhi kisi gehri neend se jaagi ho. Usne apni peach saree utaar kar ek bohut hi barik, siyah (black) net ki nighty pehan li thi. Yeh nighty itni patli thi ki uske gore jism ka har mod, uski naabhi, aur uski kamar par chamakti woh sone ki chain bilkul saaf nazar aa rahi thi.

Woh sharam se nazrein jhukaaye Soham ke paas aakar baith gayi. Uska jism abhi bhi thoda kaanp raha tha.

"Soham... tumne sab sun liya?" usne ek kaanpti hui aawaaz mein pucha.

Soham ne uski thodi (chin) pakad kar use apne kareeb kheecha. "Maine sab suna Geeti... aur mujhe bohut maza aaya. Tumne un mardon ko apne andar mehsoos kiya na? Wahi toh main chahta tha." Usne Geeti ki kamar par haath phera, wahan jahan us mazdoor ne chutki kaati thi. "Kal hum isse bhi bada kuch karenge. Kal hum Instagram par Live Stream karenge."

Geeti ke hosh ud gaye. "Live? Soham, nahi! Yeh bohut zyada risky hai. Aaj bus mein us mazdoor ne mujhe pehchan liya... agar bank mein ya kisi jaan-pehchan wale ne dekh liya toh? Meri izzat, meri naukri... sab khatam ho jayega."

Soham ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar whisper kiya, "Izzat? Geeti, jo aurat bus mein ek mazdoor se apni kamarband chhuwati hai aur bathroom mein dildo ke saath unka naam leti hai, uski izzat ab sirf meri hawas mein hai. Tumhare 1000+ followers tumhare fans hain, woh tumhe ek devi (goddess) ki tarah poojte hain. Woh tadap rahe hain tumhara ek live jalwa dekhne ke liye. Hum chehra nahi dikhayenge... sirf tumhara yeh gora badan, tumhari chain, aur tumhari woh 'Hotwife' adayein."

Geeti ka jism Soham ki baaton se phir se garam hone laga. Uska sanskari mann ab kamzor pad chuka tha aur uski hawas haavi ho rahi thi. "Par Soham... log kya kahenge? Woh gande comments..."

"Wahi comments toh tumhari asli khurak hain," Soham ne kaha aur apna phone nikala. "Dekho, followers badhte hi ja rahe hain. Sab mang rahe hain—'Live performance of the Manager Ma'am'. Kal bank se aane ke baad, hum yehi karenge. Tum taiyar ho?"

Geeti ne ek gehri saans li aur Soham ki aankhon mein dekha. Uska darr ab ek 'dirty thrill' mein badal chuka tha. Usne dheere se sar hilaya. "Theek hai... hum live karenge. Par tum mere saath rahoge na?"

"Hamesha," Soham ne kaha aur use bed par lita diya.

Raat bhar Geeti ko neend nahi aayi. Woh sochti rahi ki kal hazaron anjaan mard use 'Live' dekhenge... woh dekhenge ki kaise unka ek manager aurat unke liye apna pallu girati hai. Uska jism baar-baar geela ho raha tha. Usne apni nighty ke upar se hi apni kamar ki chain ko chhua aur mehsoos kiya ki kal ki tabaahi ab bas kuch ghante door hai.

Subah hui, Geeti bank gayi, din bhar Raghavan aur Rohan ki nazron ka shikar bani, aur sham ko jab woh ghar lauti, toh uska chehra excitement se laal tha. Usne wahi black net ki nighty pehni, apni payal chhunn-chhunnayi aur bed par baith gayi.

Soham ne tripod set kiya, light adjust ki aur camera ka rukh Geeti ki gori kamar aur uske ubharte hue seene ki taraf kar diya. Usne Instagram khola aur 'Go Live' button par ungli rakhi.

"Ready, Geeti? Pure 2000 log intezaar kar rahe hain," Soham ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha.

Geeti ne apna pallu halke se sarkaaya, apni aankhein band kin aur ek nasheeli siskari li. "Start karo, Soham..."

Soham ne button daba diya.

Soham ne screen par tap kiya aur phone ke top par 'Live' ka laal icon blink karne laga. Kamre mein ek ajeeb sa sannata chha gaya, jisme sirf Geeti ki bhaari saanson ki aawaaz sunayi de rahi thi. Geeti bed ke kinare baithi thi, uske haath uski gori jaanghon par the, jo darr aur uttejna (excitement) se buri tarah kaanp rahe the.
Camera ka angle is tarah set tha ki Geeti ki thodi (chin) ke neeche ka poora jism frame mein tha—uski nangi gardan, uski bhari hui chhaati, uski patli kamar jahan woh barik sone ki chain lapeti hui thi, aur uski gori chikni taangein. Uska chehra poori tarah se chhupa hua tha, sirf uske raseele, plum-coloured lipstick wale honth halke se dikh rahe the. Usne jo siyah (black) net ki nighty pehni thi, woh itni barik aur transparent thi ki uske andar ki patli thong panty aur uski gori skin ka har ek nazaara kisi dhundhle sapne ki tarah saaf chamak raha tha.
Sirf 10 second ke andar, viewer count rocket ki tarah bhagne laga. 100... 400... 900... Screen par comments ki aisi baadh aayi ki padhna mushkil hone laga.
"Oh my god, DesiHotwife_G is live!"
"Bhabhi ki figure toh kisi model se bhi zyada kadak hai."
"Look at that waist chain, it's making me crazy!"
Ek izzatdaar Bank Manager, jiske samne bank ke karmchari sir jhuka kar baat karte the, aaj hazaron anjaan mardon ke samne apne jism ki numaish kar rahi thi. Uska sanskari dimaag use darr se bhar raha tha—'Agar kisi ne pehchan liya? Agar woh mazdoor is live mein hua?'—par uske jism ke har ek rom-rom mein aisi aag lag chuki thi ki uski panty live stream shuru hote hi bahaav se bheeg chuki thi.
Soham jo camera ke piche baitha tha, usne dhime se fusfusate hue kaha, "Inse baat karo Geeti... unhe tadpao."
Geeti ne apna gala saaf kiya. "H-Hello..." uski aawaaz behad namm aur kaanpti hui thi. Uski thartharahat dekh kar mardon ka nasha aur badh gaya.
Ek viewer ne sawal kiya: "Aap itni sharma kyun rahi hain Ma'am? Aap toh bohut hot hain. Aaj akele hain kya bed par?"
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li, jisse net ki nighty ke andar uske gore ubhaar (breasts) aur bhi zyada upar uth gaye. Usne darrte hue, par ek nasheeli tone mein jawab diya, "Main... main pehli baar aise itne mardon ke saamne aayi hoon. Mujhe thoda darr lag raha hai... aur sharam bhi aa rahi hai."
Uski is masoomiyat aur uske gande jism ke combination ne chat box mein aag laga di.
"Sharam mat karo meri jaan, hum sab tumhare deewane hain."
"Aapke pati ko kaisa lagta hai jab hum aapko is tarah dekhte hain?"
Geeti ne apne honton par jeebh pheri. Ab us darr ki jagah us 'dirty thrill' ne le li thi. Woh hazaron mardon ki bhookh ko apne jism par ek garmahat ki tarah mehsoos kar rahi thi. "Unhe... unhe pasand hai," Geeti ne halke se muskurate hue kaha, uski aawaaz ab thodi aur seductive ho chuki thi. "Aur sach kahun toh... aap sabki aisi gandi baatein sunkar... mujhe bhi bohut maza aa raha hai."
Viewer count ab 2500 cross kar chuka tha. Tabhi ek aur comment ubhar kar aaya: "Ma'am, bohut kapde pehne hain... us net ke andar ki cleavage dekhni hai."
Geeti ke pet mein ek jordaar gudgudi hui. Uska exhibitionist fitoor ab poori tarah jagrit ho chuka tha. Usne camera ki taraf dekha aur apne dono haath aage bed par tika diye, jaan-boojhkar aage ki taraf jhukti hui.
Jaise hi woh aage jhuki, uski siyah nighty ka deep gala aur neeche latak gaya. Uski dono gori, bhari hui chhaatiyon ke beech ki woh gehri, paseene se chamakti cleavage poori tarah camera ke lense ke saamne thi. Nighty ka net uske ubhaaron ke nip***s ke aakar ko aur bhi zyada tease kar raha tha. Geeti ne jaan-boojhkar apni saanson ki speed badha di, jisse uska narm seena hazaron screens par upar-neeche dhadakne laga.

"FUCKKKK! Kaisi mast chhaati hai yaar!"
"Mera paani nikal jayega abhi... I want to lick that sweat!"
"Bank manager madam ka cabin yaad aa raha hai... uff!" (Geeti ne yeh comment dekha toh uski saans atak gayi, koi use pehchan raha tha, ya bas fantasy thi? Par is darr ne uski hawas ko aur doguna kar diya).
"Mmmhh..." Geeti ke muh se ek soft, pleasurable siskari nikal gayi. "Aap log sach mein bohut besharam hain... meri is cleavage ko itni buri tarah ghoor rahe hain... mera poora jism tap raha hai." Woh ab poori tarah unhe tease kar rahi thi, apne jism ko halke-halke hila kar us kamarband ki chamak unhe dikha rahi thi.
Soham ne ab piche se ishara kiya. "Utho. Inko apni peeth dikhao."
Geeti ne ek haanfti hui saans li aur dhire se bed se khadi ho gayi. Uske khade hote hi uske pairo mein pehni hui chandi ki payal ne 'chhunn-chhunn' ki ek behad nasheeli jhankaar paida ki. Usne raat ki roshni mein apni nighty ko thoda sa apni jaanghon (thighs) tak upar kheencha aur ek bohut hi slow, seductive andaaz mein piche ki taraf ghoom gayi (turned around).
Camera ab uski gori, nangi peeth aur uske bhari, gol nitambon (ass) par focused tha. Black net ke aar-paar uski patli si panty ka outline aur uski kamar ka woh kamuk curve (shape) poori tarah ujaagar ho gaya. Sone ki chain uske back ke sabse nichle hisse par ek ishaare ki tarah jhul rahi thi.

Live stream ka counter achanak se rocket ban gaya. 3000... 4000... 5.2K! 5000 se zyada anjaan mard is waqt ek 'loyal' bank manager ki nangi peeth aur uski badi gaand ke shape ko apne phones par ghoor rahe the. Chat box emojis aur gandi gaaliyon se bhar chuka tha.
"Turn around baby! Kitni mast aur bhari gaand hai."
"Is chain ko pakad kar ishe piche se doggy style dene mein kya maza aayega!"
"I'm jerking off to you right now, Ma'am!"
Geeti ne apna ek haath apni kamar par rakha aur apne jism ko halke se lachka diya. Payal ki aawaaz phir se aayi. Uska 'Hotwife' roop ab apni charam seema par tha. Uski panty itni zyada geeli ho chuki thi ki bahaav ki boondein uski jaangh par behne ko taiyar thin. Use pata tha ki agar woh wahan 2 minute aur khadi rahi, toh woh us hazaron ki bheed ke samne, live camera par hi shaktishali jhatkon ke saath jhad (orgasm) jayegi. Uski taangein ab kaanpne lagi thin.
Use pata tha ki unhe bhookha chhodna sabse behtar tease hoga. Woh wapas ghoomi. Frame mein dobara uski cleavage aur uske laal honth aa gaye. Usne apne danto se apna nichla honth dabaya, jaise apni hawas ko kabu kar rahi ho.
"Uff... aaj ke liye itna hi kaafi hai..." Geeti ne haanfti, madhosh aawaaz mein kaha. "Aap 5000 logon ne milkar mujhe itna garm kar diya hai ki main bata nahi sakti... ab mujhe apna kuch intezaam karna padega. Mere pati mera intezaar kar rahe hain."
Chat box mein log rukne ki bheek maangne lage, "Noooo Ma'am please don't go!", "Thoda aur dikhao!"
Par Geeti ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath camera ke bilkul paas apne honth laye aur ek flying kiss ki aawaaz ki. "Bohut jaldi milenge... goodnight mere pyaare deewano."
Usne aage badh kar 'End Live' ka button daba diya. Screen kaali ho gayi.
Kamre mein achanak se ek gehra sannata chha gaya, jise sirf Geeti ki tez, toofani saansein tod rahi thin. Woh dher hokar bed par gir padi. Usne hazaron mardon ko apna nanga-pan dikhaya tha, bina apna chehra dikhaye usne bank ki apni saari izzat ko us siyah nighty ke andar dafna diya tha. Aaj Geeti ka naya janam poori tarah se ho chuka tha, aur use pata tha ki kal bank mein woh apne aaspas har mard mein unhi 5000 bhookhi nigaahon ko talashti phiregi.

Joker44

Camera ka lens band hote hi screen black ho gayi, par Geeti ke andar jo aag bhadki thi, usne ab jwalamukhi ka roop le liya tha. Kamre mein ek bhari, nasheeli khamoshi thi jise sirf Geeti ki toofani saansein tod rahi thin. 5000 mardon ki bhookhi nigaahon ne uske jism ko jaise poori tarah noch liya tha. Uska gora badan paseene se lathpath tha aur woh siyah (black) net ki nighty uske ubhaaron se chipak gayi thi.
Use is baat ka koi hosh nahi tha ki Soham wahi bed ke paas khada use dekh raha hai. Uska sanskari 'Bank Manager' wala wajood ab poori tarah raakh ho chuka tha. Woh bed par peeth ke bal dher ho gayi. Uski taangein bed par phail gayin aur uski chandi ki payal ne ek nasheeli 'chhunn' ki aawaaz ki.
Uski panty bahaav se itni geeli ho chuki thi ki uski jaanghon tak woh chipchipapan mehsoos ho raha tha. Bina Soham ki taraf dekhe, bina usse koi madad maange, Geeti ka haath be-saakhta uski apni jaanghon ke beech chala gaya.

"Ahhhh... fuckkk... uffff..." Geeti ke muh se ek behad raseeli, thartharati hui siskari nikli jab uski ungliyon ne uski geeli panty ko chhua.
Usne nighty ko aur upar khinch liya, apni gori, nangi jaanghein poori tarah Soham ke saamne khol din. Usne apni patli si thong panty ko side mein khiskaya aur apni do ungliyan seedha apni sooji hui, raseeli daraar (chut) ke andar utaar din.
Squelch... slurp... Kamre mein uske geelepan aur ungliyon ki ragad ki woh gandi, kamuk aawaaz goonjne lagi. Geeti ne aankhein kaskar band kar lin aur apna sar bed par piche ki taraf patak diya.
"Yes... ahhhh... yes ahhhh! 5000 mard... oh god... 5000 bhookhe kutte mujhe ghoor rahe the..." Geeti pagalpan mein bad-badane lagi. Uski ungliyan ab tezi se uske andar bahar ho rahi thin. "Un sabko meri gaand dekhni thi... meri cleavage... ahhhh... main un sabki ra*di ban gayi hoon... mmmhhhh!"

Soham bed ke thik saamne khada tha. Usne jab apni patni ko is haal mein dekha, toh uska dimaag sanna gaya. Uska mardana lund uski pant ko faad kar bahar aane ko betaab tha. Usne apni chain kholi aur apna sakht lund bahar nikaal kar use muth maarna (stroking) shuru kar diya.
Soham ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa fitoor tha, ek ghuroor tha. Woh us aurat ko dekh raha tha jo kuch mahine pehle tak aam bank manager thi. Jo aurat pallu sarakne par sharam se paani-paani ho jati thi, jise kisi anjaan mard ki nazar se ghin aati thi... wahi Geeti aaj 5000 mardon ke saamne apni nangi peeth aur cleavage dikha kar aayi thi. Aur ab? Ab woh itni dead horny ho chuki thi ki apne pati ki maujudgi ko bhool kar, kisi aur se chudne ke khayal mein bed par nangi padi apni chut maar rahi thi. Usne Soham se ek baar bhi nahi kaha ki 'Soham, mujhe satisfy karo.' Woh khud hi un 5000 mardon ki hawas ko apni ungliyon ke zariye apne andar utaar rahi thi. Yeh manzar itna ganda aur itna nasheela tha ki Soham ki saansein atki hui thin.
"Zor se Geeti... aur zor se," Soham ne apna lund masalte hue dabi aawaaz mein kaha.
Soham ki aawaaz sunkar Geeti ruki nahi, balki uski aag aur bhadak gayi. "Ahhhh! Soham... un sabke lund... un sabki nazrein mere andar ja rahi hain... Mmmhhh! Bank ka woh Raghavan... bus wala ganda mazdoor... aur yeh 5000 log... fuckkkk! Sab mujhe noch rahe hain!"
Geeti ki speed ab badhne lagi. Uski ungliyon ke jhatke ab tez aur be-reham ho chuke the. Slap... slop... slap... uski hatheli uski geeli chut se takra rahi thi. Sone ki kamarband uski naabhi ke aaspas tharthara rahi thi.
"More... I want more... ahhhhh!" Geeti ka jism hawa mein uthne laga. Uski speed ab apne charam par thi. "Tez... aur tez... faster... MORE FASTER!"

Geeti ki cheekhein ab kamre ki deewaron se takra rahi thin. Woh apni ungliyon ko poori takat se apne andar pump kar rahi thi, jaise woh un sabhi mardon ka lund ek hi baar mein apne andar mehsoos karna chahti ho. Uski jaanghein buri tarah kaanp rahi thin, uske pair bedsheet ko kaskar noch rahe the.
"Aaahhhhhh... I'm cumming... un sabke liye... FUCKKKKK YESSSSS!"
Ek aakhiri, behad bhari aur gehra thrust (heavy thrust) Geeti ne apne andar maara. Uska poora jism ek kaman (bow) ki tarah hawa mein upar uth gaya. Uska nichla hissa buri tarah se ainthne laga aur uski raseeli chut ne ek bohut hi shaktishali, garm aur thick release (squirt) bedsheet par chhod diya. Uski panty, uski ungliyan aur bedsheet uske jism ke us gande bahaav se poori tarah lathpath ho gaye.
Woh wahi dher ho gayi. Uski aankhein aadhi khuli thin, seena buri tarah upar-neeche ho raha tha, aur muh se halki-halki haanfti hui siskariyan nikal rahi thin—"Hah... hah... mmmhh..."
Soham ne jab yeh nazaara dekha—uski izzatdaar patni ek 'slut' ki tarah bistar par apni aag thandi kar chuki thi—toh usne bhi ek jordaar jhatka khaya. "Ahhhh Geeti!" Soham ne bhi apna nasha wahi farsh par Geeti ko ghoorte hue release kar diya.
Kamre mein paseene, perfume aur us bahaav ki aisi gandi, kamuk mehak phail gayi thi jise Soham aur Geeti dono apne nashe mein pi rahe the. Geeti ne apni geeli, chamakti hui ungliyon ko bahar nikala aur unhe Soham ko dikhate hue ek behad besharam, thaki hui muskurahat di.
Woh 'Manager Geeti' mar chuki thi. Ab bed par jo aurat leti thi, woh duniya ke har us mard ki bhookh thi, jisne aaj use live dekha tha. Uski kamar ki chain abhi bhi halke-halke chamak rahi thi, kal bank mein hone wali tabahi ka intezaar karte hue.

Raat ke us sannate mein sirf do cheezein goonj rahi thin—ek Geeti ki ukhdi hui saansein aur doosra Soham ke smartphone ke camera ke click hone ki aawaaz.
Geeti bed par dher padi thi. Uska gora badan paseene se chamak raha tha, siyah (black) net ki nighty uske jism par kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipak gayi thi. Uske bikhre hue baal takiye par phaile hue the aur uski aankhein adh-khuli thin, jisme abhi bhi us wild orgasm ka nasha tair raha tha. Sabse zyada 'dirty' nazaara woh bedsheet thi, jo Geeti ke apne raseele bahaav (cum) se ek bade hisse mein geeli ho chuki thi. Woh nishaan uski 'Bank Manager' wali izzat ki tabahi ka saboot tha.
Soham ne tripod hataya aur phone haath mein lekar Geeti ke bilkul paas gaya. Usne ek aisi angle se photo li jisme Geeti ka haanfta hua seena, uski gori geeli jaanghein, aur bedsheet par woh geela dhabba bilkul saaf dikh rahe the.
"Perfect," Soham ne bud-budaya. Usne turant Instagram khola aur 'Story' section mein woh photo upload kar di.
Caption: "Just finished! Look what 5k viewers made her do to herself. The bed is wet, and she is dead. Manager Ma'am needs a real man now. ? #DesiHotwife #AfterLive #WetAndTired"

Story post karte hi Soham ka phone kisi vibrator ki tarah lagatar bajne laga. DM (Direct Messages) ka jaise toofaan aa gaya.
* "FUCK! Is that her cum on the bed? I want to lick it!"
* "I'm coming to your city right now, just give me her address!"
* "Manager Ma'am looks so destroyed... I want to be the one to do this to her next time."
Soham ne ek-ek karke message dekhe. Uske chehre par ek aisi muskurahat thi jo Geeti ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi—ek 'shaitani' aur 'naughty' smile. Woh dekh raha tha ki kaise sheher ke bade-bade businessman, students aur yahan tak ki bank ke profile wale log bhi uski patni ke is 'after-sex' look par pagal ho rahe the.
Geeti ne dhire se apni aankhein kholi aur Soham ki taraf dekha. Uska jism abhi bhi tharthara raha tha. "Soham... kya kar rahe ho?"
Soham ne phone niche rakha aur Geeti ke paas bed par baith gaya. Usne uski gori kamar par haath phera, wahan jahan woh sone ki chain abhi bhi uski skin par kasti hui thi. "Geeti, tumhari 'virtual' demand ab aasmaan chhu rahi hai. 5000 log tumhe live dekh chuke hain, hazaron log tumhari is geeli halat par muth maar rahe hain... par mujhe lagta hai tum ab agle step ke liye taiyar ho."
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. "Agla step? Kya matlab?"
Soham ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dhime se kaha, "Ab sirf screen ke piche se dikhana kaafi nahi hai. Tumhare andar jo aag hai, use bujhane ke liye ek dildo ya meri baatein kaafi nahi hain. You need to face people, Geeti. Real people. In person."
Geeti ki saans atak gayi. Uska sanskari dimaag cheekh utha, par uska jism, jo abhi-abhi ek mazdoor aur ek boss ke khayal mein jhad (cum) chuka tha, woh is baat se aur bhi zyada geela hone laga. Real people? Iska matlab tha ki koi anjaan mard use sach mein chhuyega... use sach mein mehsoos karega.
"Soham... main... main kaise...?" Geeti ne haklate hue kaha, uska chehra sharam se aur bhi laal ho gaya.
"Hum plan karenge," Soham ne uski nangi peeth par ungliyan pherte hue kaha. "Kal bank mein tum dekhna ki Raghavan Sir ya Rohan tumhe kis nazar se dekhte hain. Humein bas unhe thoda aur uksana hai. Aur shayad... shayad is weekend, hum kisi 'special guest' ko ghar bulayein... ya tum kisi 'follower' se milne jao."
Geeti ne apni aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Usne imagine kiya ki woh kisi hotel ke kamre mein hai aur bahar wahi bus wala mazdoor ya bank ka koi clerk uska intezaar kar raha hai. Woh sharam aur excitement ke bojh se dab gayi. Usne dabe hue sar se 'haan' mein ishara kiya (shyly nodded).
Soham ne use apne seene se laga liya. "Good girl. Aaj raat sukoon se so jao... kyunki kal se tumhara manager wala roop sirf ek naqab hoga. Asliyat mein, tum poore sheher ki 'Public Property' banne ja rahi ho."
Geeti ne Soham ki baahon mein khud ko samet liya, par uske dimaag mein ab bank ki wahi purani cabin, Raghavan ki bhari aawaaz, aur un 5000 followers ke gande comments ghoom rahe the. Woh is daldal mein itni gehari utar chuki thi ki ab bahar nikalna namumkin tha.

Agle din ki subah Geeti ke liye ek nayi chunauti lekar aane wali thi. Soham ne pehle hi decide kar liya tha ki woh Geeti ko kisi 'blind meeting' ke liye taiyar karega, par usse pehle use bank mein apne shikaar (Raghavan) ko poori tarah fansana tha.
Geeti ne aaine mein khud ko dekha. Uski aankhon ke niche halki si thakne ki lali thi, par uske chehre par ek naya 'glow' tha. Usne aaj ek dark blue transparent saree pehni, bina kisi petticoat ke (sirf ek patli lace panty ke saath), aur apni kamarband ko thoda niche ki taraf bandha taaki jab woh chale, toh woh chain uski naabhi (navel) ke niche baar-baar chamke.
Woh taiyar thi... 'facing people' ke agle level ke liye.