Adultery HUSBAND NE CHUDWAYA PAISE KI KHATIR FRIEND SE

[Anita patel]

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UPDET 15

Subah 5 baje ke aas-h khuli. Room mein ab bhi thodi si andhera tha, window se halki si roshni aa rahi thi. Body bilkul thaki hui thi. Thodi si jalan si mehsoos ho rahi thi neeche, jaise ab bhi kuch yaad dila raha ho. Mahesh meri bagal mein so raha tha, nanga, ek haath meri kamar pe pada hua. Bed ki chadar ab bhi geeli aur bigdi hui thi. Kapde room mein bikhre pade the.

Maine dheere se uska haath hataya. Uthna tha. Jaldi. Ghar pahunchna tha pehle ki koi shak kare. Maine chupke se bed se utri. Pair zameen pe padte hi thodi si kamzori mehsoos hui. Thighs ke beech ab bhi thoda sa geela ehsaas tha – raat bhar ka. Maine pehle red panty dhundhi, bed ke neeche mili. Pehni. Phir red bra – straps thode se uljhe hue the, set kiye. Kurta aur salwar jaldi se pehne. Dupatta bhi le liya. Mirror mein dekha – baal bigde hue, aankhon ke neeche halki si thakaan, lips thode se suje hue. Makeup almost utar chuka tha.

Mahesh abhi bhi so raha tha. Maine usko jagaya nahi. Chupke se door se nikal gayi. Bahar hawa thandi thi.  Mahesh ki Car start ki aur nikal padi. Raaste bhar dimag mein raat ke scenes ghum rahe the – uska mota lund, dhakke, meri khud ki siskariyan, kalu wali baatein… sab.

Ghar pahunchte-pahunchte 6:15 ho gaya tha. Gate khola, andar gayi. Ghar shaant tha. Maine chupke se bathroom mein ghus ke naha liya. Garam paani se poori body dhoyi – khaas kar neeche. Kitna bhi saaf kiya, lekin andar ka ehsaas poora nahi gaya. Mirror mein apne aap ko dekha. Body pe kuch marks the – gardan pe, boobs pe, thighs ke andar. Unko chhupaana tha.

Kapde change kiye – simple nighty. Kitchen mein jaake chai banayi. Normal life shuru.  Normal breakfast, normal baatein. Main normal face banaaye hue thi, lekin andar bilkul alag.

Us din se maine Mahesh se doori rakhni shuru kar di. Phone pe message aate the – “Kab milna hai?” “Raat yaad aa rahi hai…” Main short mein reply karti – “Abhi nahi… ghar pe dikkat hai.” Call bhi avoid karti. Kabhi-kabhi late night uske messages dekh leti, dil zor se dhadakta, lekin reply nahi karti thi. Dori rakhni thi. Nahi to sab khul jaata.

Ghar pe normal life chal rahi thi. Cooking, cleaning, TV, relatives ke phone… sab. Lekin raat ko jab husband mere paas aata, tab asali takleef shuru hoti. Woh haath dalta, chumne ki koshish karta, “Aaj mood hai…” Main dheere se hat jaati. “Aaj thakan hai… head ache hai… kal karte hain.” Kabhi “Periods aa rahe hain” bol deti, kabhi “Bahut thak gayi hoon.” Usne pehle-pehle pressure dala, lekin main firm rahi. Sex bilkul nahi kiya uske saath. Uske lund ko haath bhi nahi lagaya. Jab woh force karta to main cold ho jaati. Aakhir woh bhi chup chap so jaata.

Lekin raat ke andhere mein, jab woh so jaata, tab meri aankhein khuli rehti. Ceiling dekhte hue dimag mein scenes ghumne lagte. Pehle kalu ji… woh hotel wala din. Uska kala, bahut mota lund. Kaise usne mujhe bed pe litаya tha, kaise meri taangein kholi thi, kaise dheere-dheere poora andar tak gaya tha. Meri siskariyan, uske dhakke, meri gaand uske haathon mein… sab yaad aa jaata. Phir Mahesh. Farm house. Uska bhi utna hi mota, 8.5 inch, thick. Missionary mein meri takleef, phir maza, uske upar uchalte hue mere boobs, doggy mein meri chill, aakhri round ki alag-alag positions… sab.


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Main chupke se apne haath neeche le jaati. Apni chut ko sahlaati. Band aankhon se un dono ke bade lund ko feel karti – kalu ka kala aur bahut mota, Mahesh ka bhi utna hi thick aur lamba. Kaise unhone meri chut ko faila diya tha, kaise paani andar chhoda tha. Main apni ungliyon se hi relief leti, lekin asali cheez ki kami khalti. Husband ke bagal mein leti hui, uski saansein sunti hui, lekin dimag mein sirf woh do bade lund.

Subah uth ti to body normal dikhti, lekin andar woh emptiness. Normal life jeeti – market jaati, kitchen ka kaam karti, relatives se baat karti – lekin har thodi der baad yaad aa jaati. Kabhi kitchen mein khadi-khadi lagta jaise abhi bhi Mahesh ka lund andar hai. Kabhi bathroom mein nahaate hue kalu ji ke dhakke yaad aa jaate.  

Mahesh ke messages ab bhi aate. Main padhti, dil tezz dhadakta, body react karti, lekin reply nahi karti. Dori. Zaroori thi.  

Raat ba raat yahi silsila. Husband ko mana karna. Uske saath bilkul nahi. Aur andhere mein letе-lete un dono ke bade, mote lund ki yaad. Kalu ji ka kala, veiny, bahut thick. Mahesh ka bhi utna hi powerful. Kaise unhone mujhe bhara tha, kaise main unke neeche-chini thi, kaise paani girа tha.  

Normal life bahar se. Andar… bilkul alag. Sirf yaadein. Aur woh emptiness jo ab kisi aur se nahi bharne wali thi.



Subah se hi ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Husband subah hi office nikal gaya tha – 2-3 din ke tour pe.  Ghar bilkul khaali. Main kitchen mein chai banaate hue soch rahi thi. Itne din se Mahesh se doori. Husband se bilkul nahi. Sirf yaadein. Kalu ji ki… uske kale, bahut mote lund ki. Farm house wali raat ki. Body mein ek bechaini si thi.

Maine phone uthaya. Contact list mein uska number ab bhi saved tha – “Kalu Ji”. Thodi der socha. Phir call laga diya. Do ring pe pick hua.

“Hello…” uski gehre awaaz aayi.

Main dheemi awaaz mein boli, “Main Anita… yaad hai?”

Thodi si khamoshi. Phir usne kaha, “Kaise bhool sakta hoon. Bol.”

“Aaj ghar pe koi nahi hai. Poora din. Agar… aana ho to aa jao.”

Usne seedha poocha, “Time?”

“Ek ghante mein.”

Call cut kiya. Dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga. Ab taiyari shuru.

Pehle bathroom gayi. Shower on kiya. Garam paani. Poori body ko dheere-dheere saaf kiya. Soap se seene ko, pet ko, thighs ko, aur neeche. Khaas kar chut ke aas-paas extra dhyan se. Paani se dhote hue yaad aaya kaise usne pehli baar wahan muh rakha tha. Body lotion lagayi – soft, meethi khushbu wali. Skin silky ho gayi. Baal khole, shampoo kiya, phir conditioner. Baal ko towel se sukhaya, phir dryer se. Loose waves de diye – natural, thode se shoulder pe girte hue.

Ab underwear. Almirah kholi. Is baar black colour ka set nikala. Deep lace black bra – jo meri boobs ko upar utha kar full cleavage deta tha. Matching black panty – thin sides, peeche se thodi open. Pehle panty pehni. Lace meri skin pe chipak gaya. Phir bra. Hook peeche se lagaya, straps adjust kiye. Mirror mein dekha – black colour meri gori skin pe bilkul bold lag raha tha. Cleavage deep, nipples bra ke through thode se shape de rahe the.

Upar se kapda. Is baar simple nahi. Ek short, soft maroon colour ka nightdress nikala – jo sirf thighs tak aata tha, deep neck, thin straps. Pehte hi bra ka upper edge thoda sa dikh raha tha. Neeche panty ka lace thighs ke upar se clear tha jab main chalti thi. Dupatta nahi liya. Sirf yahi.

Makeup light rakha – kajal, thoda sa dark lipstick, halka blush. Perfume spray kiya – neck pe, wrists pe, cleavage ke beech, aur thoda sa thighs ke andar. Baal ek side se shoulder pe gira diye.

Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar poori tarah se dekha. Bahar se main soft, inviting lag rahi thi – maroon nightdress, black lace andar. Lekin andar body pehle se hi garam thi. Thighs ke beech thodi si geelaahat si mehsoos ho rahi thi bas sochne se.

Phone uthaya, Kalu ji ko message kiya – “Gate khula hai. Seedha andar aa jao. Main ready hoon.”

Dil tezz dhadak raha tha. Living room mein jaake soft light on ki, curtains thode se band kiye. Sofa pe baithi. Pair cross kiye. Nightdress thoda sa upar khisak gaya, thighs ka black lace dikhne laga.


Ab intezaar. Har second lamba lag raha tha. Dimag mein uska kala, mota lund ghum raha tha – kaise pehli baar usne mujhe failaya tha, kaise meri siskariyan nikalwayi thi. Body mein ek halki si kaamp si thi.

Gate ki taraf kaan lage hue the. Ab bas uske aane ki awaaz ka intezaar tha…




Gate ki side se halki si awaaz aayi. Main sofa pe baithi thi, pair cross kiye hue, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir dheere se door open hua. Kalu ji andar aaya. Uski black T-shirt body pe tight thi, jeans neeche, aur uske haath mein ek chhota sa bag. Usne door band kiya, lock lagaya, aur meri taraf dekha.

Uske nazar pehle meri aankhon pe, phir deep cleavage pe, phir nightdress ke short hem pe ruki. Uske lips pe halki si muskaan aayi.

“Bilkul ready lag rahi ho, Anita,” uski gehre awaaz mein bola. “Itne din baad… ghar khaali… accha kiya call kiya.”

Main uth kar uske paas gayi. Uske pairon ke paas ruk kar upar dekha. Uska face, uski dark skin, uske broad shoulders… body pehle se hi garam thi. Maine uske chest pe haath rakha.

“Kapde nikaalo,” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Aaj poora time hai.”

Usne pehle T-shirt upar se utari. Uske kale, strong chest aur stomach dikhe – thodi si hair, solid muscles. Phir usne jeans ka belt khola, zipper neeche kiya, aur jeans neeche gira di. Underwear pe tha – black colour ka, andar se uska lund pehle se hi half hard dikh raha tha, mota, lamba outline.

Maine uske underwear ke upar haath rakha. Uske lund ko bahar se feel kiya – garam, bhari hui. Usne meri kamar pakdi aur apne taraf kheecha. Uske lips mere lips pe aa gaye. Gehra kiss. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein ghus gayi, dheere-dheere, jaise woh meri poori yaad kar raha ho. Maine uske back pe haath feraye, uske strong body ko feel kiya.

Kiss ke beech woh mera nightdress ke straps neeche gira raha tha. Straps meri shoulders se slide ho gaye. Uska haath mere peeche gaya, bra ke hook khole. Bra dheel ho gayi. Usne bra ko dheere se utaar diya. Meri boobs free ho gayi – full, soft, nipples already tight.

Usne dono haathon se meri boobs ko pakda. Uske bade, kale haath meri gori skin pe. Uski ungliyan nipples ko dheere-dheere dabati, ghumati. Phir usne jhuk kar ek nipple muh mein le liya. Garam, geeli jeebh. Woh suck karne laga – pehle soft, phir thoda zor se. Doosre boob ko haath se masalta raha. Main uske baal pakad kar uske sir ko apne seene pe dabaye rakh rahi thi. Siskari nikalne lagi.

Woh neeche aata gaya. Meri pet pe kiss, navel pe jeebh, phir nightdress ko upar uthaya. Maine haath upar kiye, usne nightdress poora utaar diya. Ab main sirf black lace panty mein thi. Usne mujhe sofa pe bithaya, khud ghutnon pe baith gaya. Meri thighs ko alag kiya.

Usne panty ke upar se hi chut ko feel kiya. Lace geela ho chuka tha. Usne ungli se lace ko side kiya, meri clit pe halka sa touch kiya. Main jhatak gayi.

“Itni geeli… sirf sochne se?” usne muskura ke kaha.

Phir usne panty ke dono sides pakad kar neeche kheench diya. Maine pair uthaye, panty nikal gayi. Ab main bilkul nangi thi. Usne meri thighs ko aur failaya. Meri chut uske saamne – soft, pink, thodi si swollen, juices se chamak rahi thi.

Usne pehle nose se soongha, phir jeebh se ek lamba lick kiya – neeche se upar tak, clit tak. Main zor se saans li. Usne meri thighs ko mazbooti se pakda aur jeebh andar ghusane laga. Dheere-dheere, deep, phir clit pe focus. Uske lips meri clit ko suck kar rahe the, jeebh circles bana rahi thi. Ek ungli usne dheere se andar daali – moti, kalee ungli meri tight wallon ko feel karti hui. Phir doosri. Woh finger fuck karne laga, jeebh clit pe continuous.

Main sofa pe back lete hue, uske sir ko pakde hue, hips uske muh ki taraf uthane lagi. “Ahh… Kalu ji… aise hi… dheere…”

Woh rukta nahi tha. Kabhi jeebh deep andar, kabhi clit pe fast flicks, ungliyan andar-bahar. Meri siskariyan badhti gayi. Body kaampne lagi. Ek leg uske shoulder pe rakh diya. Woh aur gehra gaya. Uski doosri haath meri boob pe thi, nipple ko pinch karti hui.

Thodi der baad usne mujhe uthaya, apne god mein bithaya. Main uske strong thighs pe baith gayi. Uske underwear abhi bhi the. Maine uske lund ko bahar nikaala. Woh ab fully hard tha – kaala, bahut mota, veins dikh rahi thi, tip se thoda precum nikal raha tha. Maine dono haathon se pakda. Itna thick ki meri ungliyan poori tarah nahi mil paati thi. Maine uske tip ko thumb se round kiya, phir neeche se upar stroke kiya.

Usne mera face upar uthaya aur phir se deep kiss kiya. Kiss ke beech main uske lund ko stroke karti rahi. Phir maine uske chest pe kiss kiye, neeche aati gayi. Uski pet pe, phir uske lund ke base pe. Maine jeebh se uske balls ko lick kiya, phir lund ke neeche se upar tak lamba lick. Tip pe ruki, precum ko jeebh se liya, phir muh mein le liya.

Sirf tip pehle. Uska mota lund meri lips ko faila raha tha. Maine dheere-dheere aur andar liya, jitna ho saka. Jeebh neeche se move karti hui, haath base pe stroke. Usne mere baal pakad liye, lekin zor nahi diya – bas guide kiya. Main upar-neeche karne lagi, kabhi deep, kabhi sirf tip suck. Uski siskariyan nikalne lagi – gehre, low moans.

Usne mujhe uthaya, sofa pe letaya. Khud mere upar aa gaya, lekin abhi andar nahi. Usne apna lund meri chut ke upar rakh diya – garam, hard, slipperiness mein. Dheere-dheere usne lund ko meri clit pe rub kiya, upar-neeche. Main hips uthane lagi, uske against grind. Uske lund ki thickness meri folds ke beech feel ho rahi thi.

Usne ek haath se apna lund pakda aur tip ko meri opening pe rakha. Halka sa pressure. Lekin abhi andar nahi daala. Sirf tip se circle bana raha tha, juices ko spread karta hua. Doosre haath se meri boobs ko masal raha tha, nipples ko chusta. Main uske back pe nails chala rahi thi.

“Ab andar… please…” maine dheemi, bheegi awaaz mein kaha.

Usne muskura ke mera face dekha, phir dheere se pressure badhaya. Uska mota tip meri chut mein ghusne laga – stretch, garam, bhari hui feeling. Sirf thoda sa… phir ruk gaya. Phir thoda aur. Main muh khol kar saans le rahi thi, uske shoulders ko pakde hue.




Woh poora andar nahi gaya abhi. Bas tip se half tak, dheere-dheere in-out, foreplay ko aur lamba karte hue. Har baar thoda gehra. Meri walls uske around stretch ho rahi thi. Usne meri ek leg ko upar uthaya, knee ke peeche se pakda, aur aur deep angle diya. Ab uska lund meri clit ko bhi rub kar raha tha har stroke mein.

Main uske against move karne lagi. Uske haath meri hips pe, control karte hue. Kabhi slow, deep strokes, kabhi thoda tez. Uske lips mere neck pe, ears pe, phir wapas lips pe. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein, uska lund meri chut mein – dono jagah uska control.

Body mein heat badh rahi thi. Thighs kaamp rahe the. Main uske baal, uske back, uske strong arms ko feel karti rahi. Usne ek baar poora almost bahar nikaala, tip se meri clit ko tease kiya, phir ek hi stroke mein deep andar daal diya. Main zor se moan ki.

Woh ruk gaya andar, deep. Meri aankhon mein dekha. “Itni tight… itne din baad bhi,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Phir slow thrusting shuru kiya – long, controlled strokes. Har baar base tak, phir almost bahar. Meri juices uske lund pe chamak rahi thi, thighs tak fail rahi thi.

Usne meri dono legs ko apne shoulders pe rakh diya. Aur gehra angle. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah touch kar raha tha. Main uske thighs ko pakde hue, hips milati hui. Siskariyan continuous. Usne ek haath se meri clit ko rub karna shuru kiya – thumb se, circular, jab woh andar-bahar kar raha tha.

Heat build hone lagi. Meri body tight hone lagi. “Kalu ji… main… aah…”

Woh speed thodi badha diya, lekin control mein. Deep, forceful, lekin steady. Uske balls meri ass pe touch kar rahe the har baar. Main uske against push kar rahi thi. Phir ek strong wave aayi – poori body kaamp uthi, chut uske lund ke around tight ho gayi, juices aur nikalne lage. Main uske naam se chillayi, nails uske back pe chala di.

Woh ruk gaya nahi. Mere climax ke beech bhi woh slow deep strokes jaari rakha, meri orgasm ko lamba karta hua. Jab main thodi normal hui, usne mujhe side se turn kiya. Ab spoon position. Usne peeche se apna lund meri chut mein daala, ek haath se meri boob pakdi, doosre se clit. Dheere-dheere phir se build karne laga.


Kalu ji abhi bhi peeche se dheere-dheere andar-bahar kar raha tha. Uske ek haath se meri boob ko masal raha tha, doosre se clit pe halka pressure. Meri saansein tez thi, body uske against soft waves mein hil rahi thi. Living room ki soft light mein sirf hum dono ki awaazein thi – uski gehre moans, meri siskariyan, aur skin ke milne ki awaaz.

Tabhi…

Gate ke bahar car ki awaaz aayi. Engine band hone ki awaaz. Phir car door band hone ki. Main jhat se rigid ho gayi. Kalu ji bhi ruk gaya. Uska lund abhi bhi meri chut mein deep tha, garam aur hard.

“Kya hua?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha.

Main uske haath ko hatate hue flustered awaaz mein boli, “Husband… abhi nahi aana tha. Tour pe tha… 2-3 din. Shayad jaldi aa gaya.”

Bahar se keys ki awaaz aayi. Main door lock ki taraf dekhi – pehle se locked tha, lekin ab footsteps clear sunai de rahe the.

Kalu ji ne turant apna lund bahar nikaala. Woh bada, geela, still fully hard tha. Maine jaldi se apna nightdress uthaaya jo sofa pe pada tha, pehen liya. Bra aur panty abhi bhi floor pe the. Kalu ji ne apni jeans aur T-shirt jaldi se pehen li, lekin uska lund jeans ke andar abhi bhi clear bulge bana raha tha. Usne underwear nahi pehna tha – jaldi mein.

Main uske bag ko uthakar kitchen ki taraf ishara kiya. “Wahan se peeche wale gate se nikal jao. Jaldi!”

Woh kitchen ki taraf bhaaga. Main living room mein sofa pe baith gayi, nightdress theek kiya, baal thode se set kiye. Heart abhi bhi zor se dhadak raha tha. Meri chut abhi bhi geeli thi, thighs ke beech uska precum aur meri juices mix hokar chipak rahe the. Nipples nightdress ke through abhi bhi tight dikh rahe the.

Door ki key ghumi. Main door open hua.

Husband andar aaya – suitcase haath mein, thaka hua face, lekin muskura raha tha.

“Surprise!” usne kaha. “Meeting cancel ho gayi, toh socha jaldi aa jaaun. Ghar khaali nahi chhodna tha tujhe.”

Usne suitcase side mein rakha aur meri taraf aaya. Main uth kar uske paas gayi, normal smile dete hue. “Acha kiya… mujhe bhi akela nahi lag raha tha.”

Usne mujhe hug kiya. Uske suit ke kapdon se office ki khushbu aa rahi thi. Mere body se abhi bhi Kalu ji ki strong, masculine smell mix thi – thodi si sex ki bhi. Maine jaldi se apna face uske chest pe rakh diya taaki woh notice na kare.

Hug ke beech uska haath meri back pe gaya, phir neeche – nightdress ke upar se meri ass ko feel kiya.

“Aaj yeh pehna hai?” usne halki si muskaan ke saath kaha. “Aur baal khule… makeup… lagta hai tu wait kar rahi thi kisi ki.”

Main soft hasi hasi. “Bas ghar pe aaram se thi. Tu aa gaya toh accha laga.”

Usne mera face upar uthaya aur kiss kiya. Normal, soft kiss. Lekin mere lips abhi bhi Kalu ji ke kiss se swollen the, aur meri mouth mein uski taste abhi bhi thi. Husband ne thodi der gehra kiss kiya, uski jeebh meri mouth mein gayi. Main respond kiya, lekin andar se tension thi.

Kiss todte hue usne meri cleavage ki taraf dekha. Nightdress ka deep neck, aur andar bra nahi thi – sirf nangi boobs. Uske haath ne strap side kiya.

“Bra nahi pehni?” usne eyebrow uthate hue poocha.

Main halka sa blush dikhate hue boli, “Ghar pe akeli thi na… comfort ke liye.”

Usne ek haath se meri boob ko nightdress ke upar se pakda. Nipple already hard tha. Usne dheere se dabaya.

“Lagta hai tu bahut lonely feel kar rahi thi,” usne kaha. Uski awaaz mein thodi si heat aa gayi thi.

Tabhi kitchen ki taraf se halki si awaaz aayi – peeche wale gate ke band hone ki. Husband ne kaan uthaye.

“Kya awaaz thi?”

Main jaldi se boli, “Shayad bahar koi billi ya kuch. Main abhi check karti hoon.”

Maine kitchen ki taraf jaane ka natak kiya, lekin usne mera haath pakad liya.

“Baad mein. Pehle tu.”




Usne mujhe wapas sofa pe kheecha. Khud mere saamne baith gaya. Uske haath ne nightdress ko upar uthaya. Meri nangi chut uske saamne aa gayi – abhi bhi geeli, swollen, thodi si red, aur thighs pe juices ke nishaan.

Uske eyes thodi si wide ho gaye.

“Itni geeli…?” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Sirf mere aane se?”

Usne ungli se touch kiya. Meri chut uske touch pe jhatak gayi. Uske fingers pe Kalu ji ka precum aur meri juices mix the – thoda sticky, thoda different texture. Usne ungli ko apni nose ke paas le jaakar soongha, lekin clearly kuch nahi kaha. Sirf thodi der chup raha.

Phir usne meri thighs failayi aur jhuk gaya. Uske lips meri chut pe aa gaye. Jeebh se lick kiya – slow, exploratory. Main sofa pe back leti, uske sir ko pakde hue. Andar se guilt aur excitement dono mix the. Husband meri chut chat raha tha, jahan abhi kuch minute pehle Kalu ji ka mota kala lund tha.

Usne do ungliyan andar daali.

[Anita patel]

UPDET 16


Usne ungli se touch kiya. Meri chut uske touch pe jhatak gayi. Uske fingers pe Kalu ji ka precum aur meri juices mix the – thoda sticky, thoda different texture. Usne ungli ko apni nose ke paas le jaakar soongha, lekin clearly kuch nahi kaha. Sirf thodi der chup raha.

Phir usne meri thighs failayi aur jhuk gaya. Uske lips meri chut pe aa gaye. Jeebh se lick kiya – slow, exploratory. Main sofa pe back leti, uske sir ko pakde hue. Andar se guilt aur excitement dono mix the. Husband meri chut chat raha tha, jahan abhi kuch minute pehle Kalu ji ka mota kala lund tha.

Usne do ungliyan andar daali. Meri walls abhi bhi stretched feel ho rahi thi. Usne notice kiya – thodi si looser than usual, lekin kuch nahi bola. Sirf deeper lick karne laga, clit pe focus.

Main moan karne lagi – real moans, kyunki body abhi bhi sensitive thi. Husband ne meri nightdress poori tarah upar uthayi, meri boobs nangi kar di. Usne ek haath se boob masalte hue neeche se chatna jaari rakha.

Thodi der baad usne apne kapde jaldi se utaare. Suit, shirt, pants – sab floor pe. Uska lund hard ho chuka tha – average size, gora, lekin abhi fully erect. Woh mere upar aa gaya. Tip meri opening pe rakha aur ek hi dhakke mein andar daal diya.

Main zor se saans li. Uska lund andar gaya, lekin abhi bhi meri chut Kalu ji ke baad thodi open feel ho rahi thi. Husband ne notice kiya hoga, kyunki usne thoda slow start kiya, phir speed badhayi.

Woh thrust karne laga – normal pace, meri legs ko failaye hue. Main uske back pe haath feraye, uske against move kiya. Lekin dimag mein abhi bhi Kalu ji ka kala, bahut mota lund ghum raha tha – uska stretch, uski depth, uski smell.

Husband ne meri legs ko apne shoulders pe uthaya, deeper angle diya. “Tu aaj bahut garam hai,” usne moan ke saech kaha. “Itna wet… itna responsive.”

Main uske lips pe kiss kiya, uske naam se awaaz nikaali, lekin aankhein band karke Kalu ji ko yaad kar rahi thi. Husband tez hone laga. Uske strokes short aur forceful. Main uske saath climax ke kareeb pahunchne lagi – is baar thoda guilt ke saath, lekin body ne respond kiya.

Woh andar hi cum kar diya – garam jets meri walls pe. Main bhi uske saath thodi si peak pe pahunchi, lekin utni intense nahi jitni Kalu ji ke saath thi.

Woh mere upar lit gaya, saansein tez. Main uske baal ferate hue soft awaaz mein boli, “Welcome home…”

Usne muskura ke mera face dekha. “Ab main ghar pe hoon. Aaj raat poori teri.”

Lekin mere dimag mein abhi bhi kitchen ke peeche wale gate ki taraf soch rahi thi… Kalu ji nikal gaya hoga. Uske jeans ke andar abhi bhi hard lund hoga, aur meri juices uske lund pe chipki hongi.

Husband ne thodi der baad uth kar bathroom ki taraf gaya. Main sofa pe nangi leti rahi, nightdress side mein. Thighs ke beech ab do alag precum mix the.

Phone silent mode pe tha. Maine check kiya – Kalu ji ka message:

“Safe nikal gaya. Kal raat farmhouse. Same time. Teri chut abhi bhi meri yaad kar rahi hogi.”

Main message delete karke phone side mein rakh diya. Husband bathroom se nikal kar aa raha tha.

Ab ghar mein dono the… lekin mera shareer abhi bhi Kalu ji ke liye bechain tha.




Husband bathroom se nikal kar aaya. Usne towel se baal thode se sukhaye hue the, lower body pe sirf underwear. Woh living room mein aaya aur sofa pe baithne hi wala tha ki uski nazar neeche chali gayi.

Sofa ke neeche, thodi si andheri jagah mein, ek black colour ka underwear pada hua tha – bada size, clearly mardana, aur thoda sa geela dikh raha tha.

Usne jhuk kar usse uthaya. Haath mein lete hue dheere-dheere dekha. Size uske khud ke underwear se kaafi bada tha. Fabric thoda sticky tha. Usne soongha – strong, masculine smell, aur uske saath meri body ki khushbu mix.

Uske face ka colour thoda change ho gaya. Jaw tight ho gaya.

“Yeh kiska hai?” usne seedha, thandi awaaz mein poocha.

Main abhi bhi sofa pe nangi leti thi, nightdress side mein pada hua. Maine us underwear ko dekhte hi dil zor se dhadakna shuru kar diya. Blood face se utar gaya.

“Woh… main… pata nahi,” maine halki awaaz mein kaha, aankhein bachaate hue.

Husband ne underwear ko mere saamne pakad kar uthaya. “Sofa ke neeche pada tha. Mera nahi hai. Size dekh. Aur geela hai.”

Usne phir se soongha, phir meri taraf ghoora. “Teri chut abhi bhi geeli thi jab main aaya. Bra nahi pehni thi. Nightdress. Makeup. Baal. Aur ab yeh?”

Main uth kar baith gayi, nightdress jaldi se pehenne ki koshish ki, lekin usne mera haath pakad liya.

“Mat pehen. Baith.”

Usne underwear ko side table pe phenka aur mere saamne khada ho gaya. Awaaz ab tez ho rahi thi.

“Bol. Kaun tha yahan?”

Main chup rahi. Mere lips kaamp rahe the.

Tabhi uska phone baja. Usne dekha – padosi Aunty ka number. Usne speaker pe laga diya.

Padosi ki awaaz aayi, “Beta, main bas bata rahi thi… abhi ek ghante pahle mein tumhare ghar mein koi tha. Main balcony se dekha. Ek kaala sa aadmi, strong body wala. Gate se andar gaya, phir kuch der baad peeche wale gate se nikalta hua dikha. Aur… awaazein bhi aa rahi thi. Matlab… thodi loud thi. Maine socha tumhe bata doon kyunki tum tour pe the.”

Husband ne phone cut kar diya. Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Usne phone side mein phenka.

Ab uski awaaz full volume pe aa gayi.

“Kaala aadmi? Strong body? Peeche wale gate se nikalta hua? Aur awaazein?”

Woh mere kareeb aaya, jhuk kar mera face pakda. “Bol Anita. Kaun tha? Kalu? Wohi farmhouse wala? Jiske baare mein tu kabhi-kabhi sapne mein naam leti hai?”

Main uske haath ko hatane ki koshish ki. “Haan… woh aaya tha. Main… akeli thi. Call kiya tha.”

Husband ne peeche hat kar zor se wall pe haath maara. “Saali randi! Main tour pe jaata hoon toh tu turant us kale ko bula leti hai? Uske mote lund ke liye tarasti hai?”

Usne sofa ke neeche se meri black lace panty uthayi jo abhi bhi padi thi. “Yeh bhi uske liye pehni thi? Black lace? Cleavage nikaal ke? Perfume laga ke? Aur phir uske saamne nangi ho gayi?”

Main rone lagi. “Maaf kar de… ek baar hi tha… main control nahi kar payi…”

Usne hasi hasi – bitter, gusse wali hasi. “Ek baar? Hotel wali dopahar bhi thi. Aur aaj phir. Padosi ne dekha. Awaazein suni. Matlab tu uske neeche siskiyan nikaal rahi thi jab main office mein tha?”

Woh mere paas aaya, mera nightdress pakad kar upar kheench diya. Main nangi ho gayi uske saamne. Usne meri thighs failayi.

“Dekh… abhi bhi red hai. Stretched. Uske mote lund ne itna failaya ki mera lund ab dheela lag raha hoga tujhe.”

Usne ungli se meri chut ko touch kiya – abhi bhi thodi geeli. “Isme abhi bhi uska precum hoga. Saali, uske cum ko andar leke baithi thi jab main aaya?”

Main sir jhuka kar rone lagi. “Nahi… usne andar nahi… bas… thoda…”

“Bas thoda?” Husband ne zor se meri chin upar uthayi. “Usne tera muh chusa? Boobs chuse? Chut chati? Aur phir apna kala mota lund tujhmein daala? Bol!”

Main haan mein sir hilayi, aansu nikal rahe the.

Usne phir se us black underwear ko uthaya aur mere face ke paas le aaya. “Yeh soongh. Isme teri chut ki smell hai. Usne pehna hua tha jab woh tujhe chod raha tha. Phir jaldi mein yahan chhod gaya.”

Woh gusse mein room mein chahal-qadmi karne laga. “Main mehnat karta hoon, ghar chalata hoon, bacchon ka khayal rakhta hoon… aur tu? Tu us kale ke lund pe lit jaati hai. Uske saamne nangi nachti hai. Uske liye special bra-panty pehenti hai. Uske aane pe gate khula chhod deti hai!”

Usne mera phone uthaya jo side table pe tha. Password try kiya – meri birthday. Open ho gaya. Usne recent calls dekhe. “Kalu Ji” ka number. Call history – aaj subah ka call. Phir messages. Usne woh message padha jo Kalu ji ne bheja tha: “Safe nikal gaya. Kal dophar hotel. Same time. Teri chut abhi bhi meri yaad kar rahi hogi.”

Husband ka face aur laal ho gaya. Usne phone zor se sofa pe phenk diya.

“Kal dophar ko hotel? Same time? Teri chut uski yaad kar rahi hai?”

Woh mere kareeb aaya, jhuk kar mera face dono haathon se pakda. Awaaz ab low lekin bahut teekhi thi.

“Tu uske liye itni wet ho jaati hai ki mere aate hi padosi ko awaazein sunai de rahi thin. Tu uske mote lund ko apne andar leti hai, uski jeebh apni chut pe feel karti hai, uske haath apni boobs pe… aur phir mere aane pe normal face bana leti hai?”

Usne mera haath pakad kar apne underwear pe rakha. “Yeh tera husband ka lund hai. Average. Gora. Lekin tujhe toh kale, mote, lambe wale chahiye. Jisse teri chut fail jaye. Jisse tu siskiyan nikaale.”

Main uske haath ko hatane ki koshish karti hui boli, “Please… bas kar… maaf kar de… main phir nahi…”

Usne hasi hasi. “Phir nahi? Kal raat farmhouse ka plan hai. Tu jaayegi. Uske liye taiyar hogi. Black lace pehenegi. Perfume lagayegi. Phir uske neeche lit jaayegi. Aur main yahan baith ke sochta rahunga ki meri biwi kisi kale ke lund pe uchal rahi hai.”

Woh thodi der chup raha, saansein tez. Phir bola, “Aaj raat tu mere saath so. Lekin yaad rakh… ab se har baar jab main tujhe chhoonga, mujhe yaad aayega ki uske haath pehle aa chuke hain. Har baar jab main andar jaunga, mujhe feel hoga ki woh jagah usne pehle faila di hai.”

Usne black underwear ko uthaya aur mere pillow ke neeche rakh diya. “Yeh yahan rahega. Yaad dilane ke liye. Ki tu kya hai.”

Main rone lagi, pairon mein girne ki koshish ki. “Please… mat kar aisa… main pyar karti hoon tujhe…”

Usne peeche hat kar kaha, “Pyar? Pyar mein koi dusre ke lund ke liye tarasta hai? Padosi ko awaazein sunai deti hain? Sofa ke neeche underwear chhod deti hai?”

Woh bedroom ki taraf chala gaya. Door zor se band kiya. Main living room mein nangi baithi rahi, aansu nikalte hue, us black underwear ko dekhte hue jo ab pillow ke neeche tha.

Bahar raat ho chuki thi. Ghar mein ab sirf khamoshi thi… lekin us khamoshi mein bhi husband ke tane, padosi ki awaaz, aur Kalu ji ka message ghum rahe the.



Husband bedroom se nikal kar aaya. Uske face pe ab gussa thoda control mein tha, lekin aankhon mein ek naya, tez faisla dikh raha tha. Usne living room mein aake mere saamne khada ho gaya. Main abhi bhi sofa pe nangi baithi thi, aankhon mein aansu, body kaamp rahi thi.

Usne seedha kaha, “Ab sun. Aaj raat tu us kale ke saath hotel jaayegi.”

Main sir utha kar dekhi. “Kya…?”

“Haan. Main decide kar chuka hoon. Tu usse call kar. Bola ki main jaanta hoon sab. Aur ab usse ek lakh rupaye chahiye. Cash. Aaj raat. Uske baad tu uske saath hotel mein raat guzaar. Jo mangta hai woh le. Teri chut, tera muh, teri gaand – sab. Lekin pehle paise.”

Main kaampte hue boli, “Lakh…? Woh dega kaise…?”

Husband ne hasi hasi – kadi hasi. “De dega. Teri chut ke liye woh kuch bhi dega. Maine dekha uska underwear. Size. Aur padosi ne jo bataya. Woh tujhe chahiye. Aur mujhe paise chahiye. Dono ki zarurat usi se poori hogi. Meri – paise. Teri – uska mota kala lund.”

Usne mera phone uthaya aur mere haath mein thrusta. “Call kar. Abhi.”

Mere haath kaamp rahe the. Maine “Kalu Ji” ka number dial kiya. Do ring pe usne uthaya.

“Anita…” uski gehre awaaz aayi. “Sab theek?”

Main dheemi, kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Kalu ji… husband aa gaya. Usne sab jaan liya. Underwear mil gaya. Padosi ne bhi bata diya.”

Line pe thodi khamoshi. Phir usne kaha, “Aur?”

“Woh… bol raha hai ki ek lakh rupaye do. Cash. Aaj raat. Uske baad… main tumhare saath hotel mein aa sakti hoon. Poori raat.”

Kalu ji ne dheere se saans li. “Lakh? Itna?”

Main ne husband ki taraf dekha. Woh sir hila raha tha – haan mein.

Maine kaha, “Haan. Usne kaha ki meri… zarurat bhi tumse poori hogi aur uski bhi. Paise uske, aur main tumhari.”

Kalu ji thodi der chup raha. Phir uski awaaz mein ek heavy, accepting tone aaya. “Theek hai. Lakh de dunga. Cash. Bata hotel kaun sa. Main arrange karta hoon.”

Husband ne mere kaan ke paas muh laakar kaha, “Bol – Grand Palace Hotel. Room 405. Raat 12 baje. Paise pehle. Phir jo chahe kar.”

Maine wahi bataya. Kalu ji ne confirm kiya, “12 baje. Room 405. Main pahunch jaunga. Paise leke. Tu taiyar hokar aana.”

Call cut hua.

Husband ne mera face pakda. “Ab taiyar ho. Uske liye. Jo pehenti hai uske saamne – black lace, short dress, perfume, makeup. Jaise aaj dopahar mein thi. Aur yaad rakh… aaj raat tu uski hai. Jo bolegi woh karegi. Muh, chut, gaand – sab. Lekin pehle paise check karna. Mere account mein transfer ya cash. Phir free.”

Usne mera nightdress side se uthaya aur phenk diya. “Ab naha. Phir pehen.”

Main kaampte hue bathroom gayi. Shower on kiya. Garam paani. Body ko dhoya – pehle seene ko, pet ko, thighs ko, chut ko. Paani ke neeche khadi hokar soch rahi thi… ab husband khud mujhe Kalu ji ke paas bhej raha tha. Lakh rupaye ke liye. Aur meri apni bechaini bhi usi mein thi.

Shower ke baad body lotion lagayi – wahi soft, meethi khushbu wali. Skin silky. Baal khole, dryer se waves diye. Phir almirah kholi.

Is baar aur bold. Deep black lace bra – jo boobs ko upar utha kar almost nanga cleavage deta tha, nipples ke around thin lace. Matching black thong – peeche se bilkul open, sirf thin string. Pehle thong pehni. Lace meri geeli chut pe chipak gaya. Phir bra. Hook peeche se, straps adjust. Mirror mein dekha – black colour meri gori skin pe bahut gandi aur inviting lag raha tha.

Upar se ek short, tight maroon dress – jo sirf mid-thigh tak aata tha, deep V neck, back almost open. Pehte hi bra ka upper edge aur cleavage clear dikh raha tha. Neeche thong ka lace thighs ke upar se tab dikhta jab main chalti. Heels pehne – black, high.

Makeup – dark kajal, smokey eyes, dark red lipstick, blush. Perfume – neck, wrists, cleavage ke beech, aur thighs ke andar tak. Baal ek side shoulder pe gira diye.

Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar poori tarah dekha. Bahar se main bilkul “ready for him” lag rahi thi. Andar body pehle se garam thi. Thighs ke beech thodi geelaahat.

Living room mein aayi. Husband baitha tha. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske aankhon mein gussa, jealousy aur ek strange satisfaction mix tha.

“Bilkul usi tarah,” usne kaha. “Jaise uske liye ban ti ho. Ab ja. Taxi wait kar rahi hai neeche. Hotel pahunch, room 405. Pehle paise le. Phir jo chahe woh karwa. Subah tak wahi rehna. Main yahan rahunga.”

Usne mera haath pakda, thoda zor se. “Aur Anita… aaj raat jab woh tujhe chode, zor se awaaz nikaalna. Main sochta rahunga. Aur yaad rakhna – yeh sab uske lakh rupaye ke liye ho raha hai. Teri chut ab uski paid property hai aaj raat.”

Main sir jhukakar nikal gayi. Neeche taxi mein baithi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Raaste bhar sochti rahi – husband ne khud bheja, paise maange, aur ab main Kalu ji ke paas ja rahi thi… uske mote kale lund ke liye, aur us lakh ke liye.

Hotel pahunchi. Grand Palace. Lift se 4th floor. Room 405 ke saamne ruki. Dil tezz dhadak raha tha. Door pe knock kiya.

Door open hua. Kalu ji khada tha – black shirt, dark jeans, uske strong kale body se strong smell. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha – short dress, deep cleavage, heels, dark lipstick.

Uske lips pe heavy muskaan aayi. “Bilkul ready. Andar aa.”

Main andar gayi. Room bada tha – king bed, soft lights, curtains band. Usne door lock kiya.

Maine kaampti awaaz mein kaha, “Pehle… paise.”

Usne side table se ek envelope uthaya. Andar se notes nikaale – 500-500 ke bundles. Ginte hue dikhaya. “Ek lakh. Pure. Gin le.”

Maine haath mein liye, thode se check kiye. Haan, pure the. Usne mera phone liya, husband ka number dial kiya, speaker pe.

Husband ki awaaz aayi. “Paise aa gaye?”

Kalu ji ne kaha, “Haan. Ek lakh cash. Teri biwi ke haath mein hai. Ab yeh meri hai aaj raat. Jo chahta hoon karunga.”

Husband ne thodi der baad kaha, “Kar. Poori raat. Subah tak. Aur Anita… awaazein nikaalna.”

Call cut hua.

Kalu ji ne envelope side mein rakha. Phir mere kareeb aaya. Uske bade haath ne mera face pakda. “Ab paise mil gaye usse. Ab teri zarurat meri.”

Usne mujhe zor se apne se chipka liya. Uske lips mere lips pe aa gaye – gehra, hungover kiss. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein ghus gayi. Uske haath ne mere dress ke zipper peeche se neeche kiya. Dress meri shoulders se slide hokar floor pe gir gaya. Ab main sirf black lace bra aur thong mein thi.

Usne bra ke hook khole, bra utaar diya. Meri boobs free. Usne dono haathon se pakda, nipples ko dabaya, phir jhuk kar muh mein le liya – zor se suck, daant se halka sa bite. Main siski nikaali.

Phir usne mujhe bed pe dhakel diya. Thong ke sides pakad kar ek jhatke mein faad diya. Meri nangi chut uske saamne. Woh ghutnon pe baith gaya, thighs failayi, aur jeebh se gehra lick kiya – neeche se upar, clit pe focus, phir ungliyan andar.

Main bed pe back leti, uske sir ko pakde hue, hips uthati hui. “Ahh… Kalu ji…”

Usne apne kapde jaldi se utaare. Uska kala, bahut mota lund bahar aaya – fully hard, veins phooli hui, tip se precum. Usne mere muh ke paas laaya. “Pehle muh. Aaj raat poora.”

Maine muh khola. Uska mota tip andar gaya. Main jitna ho saka le liya, jeebh se neeche se, haath se base stroke. Woh mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga – control mein, lekin deep.

Phir usne mujhe failaya. Apna lund meri chut pe rub kiya, tip se circle, phir ek hi strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya. Main zor se chillayi – stretch, bhari hui feeling, uska mota lund meri walls ko failata hua.

Woh thrust karne laga – deep, forceful, long strokes. Meri legs uske shoulders pe, uske haath meri boobs pe, uske lips mere neck pe. Har dhakke pe bed hil raha tha. Main uske naam se siskiyan nikaal rahi thi – bilkul jaise husband ne kaha tha.

Usne positions change kiye – pehle missionary, phir mujhe ghodi bana diya, peeche se aur gehra. Uska lund meri chut ko churn kar raha tha. Phir usne mera muh bhi use kiya beech-beech mein. Kabhi meri gaand pe thappad, kabhi nipples pinch.

Raat lambi thi. Woh thakta nahi tha. Kabhi slow, deep, teasing… kabhi tez, janwaroon jaisa. Main kai baar cum ho chuki thi, body kaamp rahi thi, juices bed pe fail rahe the. Usne bhi ek baar meri chut mein deep cum kiya –

Subah ke kareeb, jab dono thak chuke the, woh mere peeche lit gaya, uska lund abhi bhi andar half-hard. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Lakh de diya usse. Aur teri yeh chut… ab meri. Jab chahe bulunga. Husband ko bhi bata dena – agla lakh jab maange.”

Main uske strong arms mein bandhi hui thi, body bilkul used, geeli, marks se bhari.

Hotel room ki soft light mein main Kalu ji ke kale body se chipki hui thi… dono ki zaruratein usi raat poori ho rahi thin.

[Anita patel]

Please read my story

https://xossipy.com/thread-74780.html

Budhdhe se seal tod chudai

[Rexd_101]

Wow! ? but yeh kalu ke saath back track aur mahesh de duri kyo? Samaj nai aaya.

Nice twist though! Waiting for next update! Keep up with the good work!

[Anita patel]

Wow! ? but yeh kalu ke saath back track aur mahesh de duri kyo? Samaj nai aaya.

Nice twist though! Waiting for next update! Keep up with the good work!

Kalu ke pas bahot paise the mahesh de nahi sakta is liye

[harinder singh]

Kalu ke pas bahot paise the mahesh de nahi sakta is liye

maja aa gya anita sahi ja rhi ho 
agli chudai kab ho rhi hai kalu ke sath
aur usne gand bhi mari ya nhi

[Rexd_101]

Kalu ke pas bahot paise the mahesh de nahi sakta is liye

Ha, but mahesh seems to love Anita, but kalu only wants her for sex. Why would she choose one over another? I understand the story title is sex due to money but then what is the point of adding characters like mahesh if uski koi value hi nahi.

I am sure you must have thought about something. I don’t want to influence how you write. I’m just curious.

[harinder singh]

ANITA WAITING FOR NEXT UPDATE PLEASE LONG UPDATE DENA WITH LOT OF SEX

[Rexd_101]

Waiting for the next update

[Anita patel]

waiting for next updet

filhal me apni fantcy story me busy hu

BUDHDHE SE SEAL TOD CHUDAI

PLEASE read story mja aayega .

[harinder singh]

waiting for next updet

filhal me apni fantcy story me busy hu

BUDHDHE SE SEAL TOD CHUDAI

PLEASE read story mja aayega .

Anita es story me bhi update dedo

[Anita patel]

Please Wait for next update
Abhi meri fantasy story padhe

Budhdhe se seal tod chudai

[harinder singh]

ANITA ES STORY ME BHI UPDATE DEDO

[Anita patel]

YE JO UPDATE AB HE VO SIRF MERI RK FANTASY HE
YE MERI LIFE ME NA HUI VO GHATNA HE JO LIKH RAHI HU

TO USE SACH MAT MANNA


Agle din subah.

Main hotel se ghar wapas aayi thi. Body abhi bhi thaki hui thi, thighs ke beech halki si jalan, neck aur boobs pe Kalu ji ke kiss aur bite ke nishaan. Husband ne door khola. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha – thake hue chehre, thodi si red aankhein, aur short dress jo ab wrinkled thi.

Usne seedha poocha, “Paise aa gaye the. Ab details bata.”

Main chup chaap andar gayi. Usne mera haath pakad kar sofa pe bithaya. “Bol. Usne kya-kya kiya? Kitni baar? Kahan-kahan?”

Maine dheere-dheere bataya – muh, chut, positions, uska mota lund, cum… sab. Husband sunta raha, uske face pe gussa aur ek strange excitement mix tha. Usne mera face pakda, “Achha. Ab so ja. Kal baat karte hain.”

Subah 11 baje ke kareeb husband ka phone baja. Unknown number nahi – Kalu ji ka number save tha ab. Usne speaker pe laga diya aur mujhe ishara kiya ki sunoon.

Kalu ji ki gehre awaaz aayi:

“Hello… husband ji. Main Kalu bol raha hoon.”

Husband ne thandi awaaz mein kaha, “Bol. Kya chaahiye?”

Kalu ji ne dheere se kaha, “Kal raat acchi thi. Aapki biwi ne sab kuch diya. Paise bhi de diye the aapko. Ab ek naya offer hai.”

Husband ne eyebrow uthayi. “Kya offer?”

“Panch lakh rupaye. Cash. Main Anita ko Goa le jaana chahta hoon. Paanch din. Poora. Flight, hotel, sab main arrange karunga. Wahan main uske saath rahunga – din-raat. Jo chaahunga karunga. Aapko panch lakh milenge. Aadha abhi advance, aadha wapas aane pe.”

Husband thodi der chup raha. Usne meri taraf dekha. Main sofa pe baithi thi, dil tezz dhadak raha tha.

Husband ne poocha, “Panch lakh? Itna kyun?”

Kalu ji ne jawab diya, “Kyunki wahan main usse poora time chahunga. Beach, hotel room, raat bhar. Uske body ko main apna samjhunga paanch din. Aapko paise chahiye, mujhe aapki biwi. Dono ki zarurat phir se poori ho jaayegi. Aap soch lo. Agar haan, toh aaj hi booking kar deta hoon.”

Husband ne mera face dekha. Uske aankhon mein hisaab chal raha tha – paise, jealousy, aur woh strange acceptance jo pehle raat se shuru hua tha.

Usne dheere se kaha, “Anita… tu jaana chahti hai?”

Main kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Jo aap kahoge…”

Husband ne phone pe wapas kaha, “Theek hai. Panch lakh. Lekin conditions. Pehle 2.5 lakh aaj transfer. Baaki wapas aane pe. Aur har din mujhe message karna – kya horaha hai. Photos bhi. Samjha?”

Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Ho jaayega. Main abhi 2.5 lakh transfer karta hoon. Flight kal subah ki hai – 8 baje. Goa direct. Hotel beach pe hai, private villa type. Anita ko taiyar karke airport bhej dena. Main wahan milunga.”

Call cut hua.

Husband ne phone side mein rakha. Usne mera haath pakda. “Tu jaa rahi hai. Paanch din. Uske saath. Panch lakh ke liye. Ab taiyari kar.”

Usne mere liye list banayi. “Packing: uske pasand ke kapde. Short dresses, bikinis, lingerie – black, red, transparent. Heels. Makeup. Perfume. Kuch bhi ghar jaisa nahi. Jo usse aur garam kare.”

Poora din taiyari chali.

Maine suitcase khola. Pehle lingerie – black lace sets, red thong, transparent nighty, ek open-cup bra. Phir dresses – short maroon, black bodycon, ek white beach dress jo geela hone pe transparent ho jaaye. Do bikinis – ek micro black, ek red string wali. Heels, sandals. Makeup pouch, body lotions, perfume.

Husband room mein baitha raha, dekhte hue. Kabhi-kabhi bolta, “Yeh pehenna uske saamne. Yeh bikini beach pe. Aur raat ko yeh transparent wali.”

Shaam ko usne mera phone check kiya. Kalu ji ne message kiya tha:

“2.5 lakh transfer ho gaya. Check kar lo. Kal 8 baje flight. Terminal 2. Main gate pe wait karunga. Anita ko acchi tarah taiyar karke bhejna. Paanch din meri hai.”

Husband ne bank app khola – haan, 2.5 lakh aa chuke the. Usne mera face pakda, “Ab tu uski paid biwi hai paanch din ke liye. Jo bolegi woh karna. Awaazein nikaalna. Photos bhejna. Aur wapas aake sab detail batana.”

Raat ko main so nahi paayi. Subah 5 baje uth gayi. Shower kiya. Body lotion, perfume. Black lace bra-panty pehni. Upar se short black dress – deep neck, thigh tak. Heels. Makeup dark. Baal loose waves.

Husband ne mujhe airport tak chhodne ke liye taxi call ki. Jaate time usne mera haath pakda, “Yaad rakh… yeh panch lakh ke liye hai. Aur teri jo bechaini hai woh bhi. Wapas aana. Safe.”

Airport pahunchi. Check-in. Security. Boarding. Flight mein window seat. Take-off ke time dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Neeche shehar chhota hota gaya. Dimag mein Kalu ji ka kala mota lund, uske haath, uski awaaz ghum rahi thi.

Do ghante baad Goa airport.

Main nikal kar exit ki taraf gayi. Wahan Kalu ji khada tha – black shirt, dark jeans, sunglasses, uske strong kale body se confidence. Usne mujhe dekhte hi sunglasses hataye. Muskaan aayi.

“Aa gayi… bilkul ready.” Usne mera suitcase le liya. “Chal. Car wait kar rahi hai.”

Private car mein baithe. Driver aage. Peeche seat pe Kalu ji ne mera haath pakda, thighs pe haath feraya. “Paanch din. Poora. Aaj raat se hi shuru.”

Raaste mein usne poocha, “Husband ne kya kaha?”

Maine bataya, “Paise mil gaye. Har din message aur photos maange hain. Details.”

Kalu ji ne hasi, “Denge. Aaj raat pehli photo bhejenge usse – teri nangi body mere neeche.”

Hotel pahuncha – beachside private villa type. Gate se andar, palm trees, private pool, room seedha beach view. Suite tha – bada bed, glass windows, balcony.

Andar aate hi Kalu ji ne door lock kiya. Suitcase side mein rakha. Phir mere kareeb aaya.

Usne mera face pakda. “Ab yahan koi nahi. Sirf main aur tu. Paanch din.”

Usne mera dress ke zipper neeche kiya. Dress floor pe gir gaya. Black lace mein khadi thi main. Usne bra khola, panty neeche kheench di. Nangi.

Uske haath meri boobs pe, pet pe, chut pe. “Pehle bath. Phir beach. Phir room. Aaj raat lambi hai.”

Usne mujhe bathroom le gaya. Shower on kiya. Dono ne nude shower kiya. Uske kale haath meri gori body pe soap ferate hue, chut saaf karte hue, apna lund mere haath mein dekar stroke karwate hue.

Baad mein towels. Phir usne ek micro black bikini nikaal kar pehnaya – almost kuch nahi. “Beach chalte hain pehle. Log dekhenge. Phir wapas aake main tujhe chodunga.”

Main uske saath beach ki taraf chal padi – bikini mein, uska bada haath meri kamar pe, Goa ki dhoop aur hawa mein…

Villa ke room mein suitcase khula pada tha, bed badi thi, aur paanch din ka time shuru ho chuka tha.



Beach pe thodi der chalne ke baad Kalu ji ne mera haath pakda aur kaha, “Chal, thoda door. Kone mein. Wahan log kam hain.”

Hum palm trees ke peeche, ek isolated corner ki taraf badhe. Wahan sand soft thi, waves ki awaaz door se aa rahi thi. Main us micro black bikini mein thi – almost nangi, sirf thin strings. Upar se Kalu ji ne ek thin white nighty daal di thi jo hawa mein hil rahi thi. Nighty itni patli thi ki mera gora badan uske through clearly dikh raha tha – boobs ke shape, nipples ke dark circles, pet, aur neeche bikini ka triangle.

Hum wahan pahunche toh aawazein sunai diin.

Thodi door, do log the. Ek lambа-chada black foreigner – dark skin, strong muscular body, bald head. Uske saamne uski black partner thi – kaali, curvaceous, badi gaand, boobs heavy. Woh doggy style mein thi. Haath-pair sand pe, gaand upar uthae hue. Foreigner uske peeche khada tha, apna mota kala lund uski chut mein zor-zor se daal raha tha.

Thud-thud-thud…

Har dhakke pe uski gaand hil rahi thi. Black ladki ki siskariyan nikal rahi thin:

“Ahhh… yes… fuck me… deeper… ahhh… your big black cock… harder!”

Foreigner uske hips pakde hue tha, zor se pel raha tha. Uska lund nikalte-ghuste dikh raha tha – geela, chamakta hua. Kabhi woh uski gaand pe thappad maarta, toh ladki aur zor se chillati.

Kalu ji ne mujhe apne se chipka liya. Uske haath ne meri nighty ke neeche se bikini ke string ko side kiya aur meri chut pe ungli ferayi. Main pehle se hi geeli thi. Usne dheere se kaha, “Dekh rahi hai? Itni openly… yahan.”

Main dekh rahi thi. Mera gora badan nighty ke through unki nazar mein aa gaya. Foreigner ne pehle humein notice kiya. Usne thrusting thodi slow ki, lekin band nahi ki. Uski aankhein meri taraf thin – nighty mein mere gore boobs, tight nipples, aur neeche meri chut ka shape.

Kalu ji ne uski black partner ko gaur se dekha. Uski kaali gaand hil rahi thi, juices uske thighs pe beh rahe the. Kalu ji ke lund ne jeans mein clear bulge bana liya.

Foreigner ne apni partner ke kaan mein kuch kaha. Ladki ne bhi humein dekha. Phir foreigner ne Kalu ji ki taraf ishara kiya – ek haath se meri taraf point kiya, doosre se apni partner ki gaand. Phir usne apne lund ko thoda bahar nikaal kar dikhaya aur phir se andar daal diya.

Kalu ji samajh gaya. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Woh swap chahta hai. Main uski kaali ko loon, woh tujhe.”

Maine halka sa sir hilaya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Kalu ji ne foreigner ki taraf positive ishara kiya – thumbs up, phir meri kamar pakad kar thoda aage badhaya.

Foreigner ne apna lund apni partner se bahar nikaala. Woh abhi bhi fully hard tha – lambа, mota, dark, veins phooli hui. Usne apni partner ko kaha, “Go to him.”

Black ladki uth kar Kalu ji ke paas aayi. Uske boobs hil rahe the, chut se juices tapak rahe the. Kalu ji ne usse pakda, uske kaale nipples ko pinch kiya, phir usse ghodi bana diya sand pe.

Uske saath hi foreigner mere paas aaya. Uske bade, kale haath ne meri nighty ko upar uthaya aur ek jhatke mein utaar diya. Bikini ke strings faad diye. Main bilkul nangi uske saamne thi – gora badan, pink nipples, soft chut.

Usne mera face pakda, gehra kiss kiya – uski jeebh meri mouth mein, strong mint aur sex ki smell. Phir usne mujhe ghodi bana diya, bilkul apni partner jaisa. Mere haath sand pe, gaand upar.

Usne apna mota kala lund meri chut pe rub kiya. Tip se juices failaye, phir ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.

“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari nikal gayi. Stretch itna tha ki aankhein band ho gayin. Uska lund Kalu ji se bhi thoda mota lag raha tha us angle mein.

Woh peeche se pelne laga – deep, forceful, steady rhythm.

Thud… thud… thud…

Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi. Meri siskariyan nikalne lagiin:

“Ahhhh… ohhh… yes… deeper… ahhh… your cock is so big… fuck me… ahhhh!”

Foreigner ne mere hips pakad liye, aur tez kar diya. Uska balls meri clit pe touch kar rahe the har baar. Main sand pe ungliyaan gaad rahi thi, siskariyan aur tezz:

“Uhhhh… ahhh… harder… please… ahhhh… I’m so full… ohhh god… yes… yes… ahhhh!”

Thodi door Kalu ji bhi black ladki ko chod raha tha. Uske dhakke sunai de rahe the, aur ladki ki awaazein:

“Ahhh… black cock… yes… stretch me… ahhh!”

Foreigner ne mera baal pakad liya, thoda kheenchа, aur aur gehra angle diya. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah hit kar raha tha. Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:

“Aaaahhhh… fuck… yes… your big black dick… ahhhh… I’m cumming… ahhhhh… don’t stop… please… ahhhh!”

Meri body kaampne lagi. Chut uske lund ke around tight ho gayi, juices aur nikalne lage, thighs geele. Main ek strong orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan continuous:

“Ahhhhh… ahhhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh!”

Foreigner ne speed nahi kam ki. Woh meri orgasm ke through pelta raha. Phir usne position change kiya – mujhe uthaya, apni strong arms mein utha kar khade-khade pelne laga. Meri legs uske waist pe wrap thin. Har dhakke pe meri boobs uske kale chest se takra rahi thin.

“Ahhhh… so deep… ahhh… you’re so strong… fuck me… ahhhh!”

Usne meri gaand pe thappad maara – chapak! Main aur zor se chillayi. Phir usne mujhe sand pe litaya, legs failayi, aur missionary mein aur tez chodne laga. Uska face mere face ke kareeb, uski gehre moans:

“Fuck… tight white pussy… so good… take this black cock…”

Main uske neeche siskiyan nikaal rahi thi, nails uske back pe chala rahi thi:

“Ahhhh… yes… give it to me… ahhh… fill me… ahhhh… I’m yours… ahhhh!”

Thodi der baad usne mujhe phir ghodi banaya. Is baar usne ek ungli meri gaand mein bhi daali jab woh chut mein pel raha tha. Main paagal si ho gayi:

“Aaaahhhh… both holes… ahhh… yes… stretch me… ahhhh… harder… ahhhh!”

Kalu ji bhi apni taraf se black ladki ko zor se chod raha tha. Dono couples ki aawazein mix ho rahi thin – siskariyan, thappad, skin ki awaaz, waves ki background.

Foreigner ne last mein speed bahut badha di. Uska lund meri chut ko churn kar raha tha. Main doosri baar cum hone lagi:

“Ahhhhh… I’m cumming again… ahhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh… fuck… ahhhh!”

Usne bhi zor se dhakka maara aur mere andar deep cum kar diya – garam, zyada, pulses. Main uske lund ko tight pakde hue kaamp rahi thi, siskariyan ab soft moans mein badal gayin:

“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much… ahhh… inside me… ahhh…”

Woh thodi der andar raha, phir dheere se bahar nikaala. Uska cum meri chut se nikal kar thighs pe behne laga. Main sand pe litі hui thi, saansein tez, body bilkul used.

Kalu ji bhi black ladki ke andar cum karke usse chhod raha tha. Dono mard ek doosre ki taraf dekh kar muskuraaye. Foreigner ne mera face upar uthaya, ek aur kiss diya, phir kaha, “Good girl… tight white pussy.”

Kalu ji mere paas aaya, mujhe uthaya, apne se chipkaya. Uske haath ne meri geeli chut ko feel kiya – foreigner ka cum abhi bhi nikal raha tha.

“Ab wapas villa chalte hain,” usne kaha. “Paanch din abhi shuru hi hue hain. Aaj raat main bhi tujhe aise hi lunga… aur uska cum teri chut mein hokar.”

Main uske strong arms mein kaampte hue thi, nighty wapas pehni, lekin ab body pe sand, sweat, aur do alag cum ke nishaan the. Beach ke kone se hum villa ki taraf badhe… aawazein abhi bhi kaan mein gunj rahi thin.




Villa ke room mein wapas aaye toh bahar raat ho chuki thi. Beach ki hawa ab bhi body pe thi, sand ke thode nishaan thighs pe, aur meri chut mein abhi bhi foreigner ka cum thoda-thoda nikal raha tha. Kalu ji ne door band kiya, curtains kheench diye, sirf soft yellow lights on kiye.

Usne mera haath pakda aur bed ke paas le gaya. “Ab sirf hum dono. Paanch din ka pehla raat. Aaj main tujhe poora kholunga.”

Usne pehle meri nighty ke straps neeche giraaye. Nighty floor pe gir gayi. Phir usne micro bikini ke remaining strings ek-ek karke khole. Bra jaisa kuch nahi tha, sirf thin triangles the jo ab nahi rahe. Main bilkul nangi uske saamne khadi thi – gora badan, thodi si sand chipki hui, nipples tight, chut swollen aur geeli.

Kalu ji ne apne kapde utaare. Black shirt, jeans, underwear – sab. Uska kala, bahut mota lund pehle se hi half-hard tha, phir meri nangi body dekhte hi fully khada ho gaya – veins dikh rahi thin, tip se thoda precum.

Woh mere kareeb aaya. Uske bade haath ne mera face pakda. “Pehle foreplay. Main tera poora body taste karunga.”

Usne mujhe bed pe litaya. Khud mere upar jhuk gaya. Pehle lips pe gehra kiss – uski jeebh meri mouth mein dheere-dheere ghumti hui. Main uske baal pakad kar respond kar rahi thi. Kiss todte hue usne kaha, “Tera muh abhi bhi us foreigner ke kiss ki yaad dilata hai… lekin ab mera hai.”

Phir usne mere neck pe kiss kiye, kaan ke peeche, collarbone pe. Dheere-dheere neeche aaya. Ek boob ko haath se pakda, doosre ko muh mein le liya. Uski jeebh nipple ke around circles bana rahi thi, phir zor se suck. Main siski nikaali:

“Ahhhh… Kalu ji… soft… ahhh…”

Woh dono boobs ko baari-baari se chusta raha, kabhi daant se halka bite, kabhi jeebh se lick. Uske haath ne meri doosri boob ko masla, nipple ko pinch kiya. Main uske sir ko apne seene pe dabaye hue thi, siskariyan nikalti hui:

“Uhhhh… yes… suck harder… ahhh… mere nipples… ahhh…”

Woh neeche aata gaya. Pet pe kiss, navel mein jeebh, phir thighs ke andar. Usne meri legs failayi. Meri chut uske saamne thi – pink, swollen, foreigner ka thoda cum abhi bhi dikh raha tha, aur meri khud ki geelaahat.

Usne soongha, phir kaha, “Isme abhi bhi uska cum hai… lekin main saaf karta hoon apni jeebh se.”

Usne lamba lick kiya – neeche se upar tak, clit tak. Main jhatak gayi:

“Ahhhh… ohhh god… your tongue… ahhh…”

Woh meri chut ko khol kar jeebh andar daalne laga – deep, circling, phir clit pe fast flicks. Ek ungli dheere se andar, phir doosri. Finger fuck ke saath jeebh clit pe continuous. Main bed sheets pakad kar siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:

“Ahhhh… yes… eat me… ahhh… deeper… your fingers… ahhhh… I’m so wet… ahhh…”

Woh rukta nahi tha. Kabhi poori chut ko muh se cover karke suck, kabhi clit ko lips mein leke lightly bite. Main hips uske muh ki taraf uthane lagi, doosri baar cum ke kareeb:

“Ahhhhh… Kalu ji… I’m cumming… ahhh… don’t stop… ahhhhh… yes… yes… ahhhh!”

Body kaamp uthi, juices uske muh pe fail gaye. Woh meri orgasm ke through chatta raha, phir uth kar mere muh ke paas aaya. Usne apna mota lund mere lips pe rub kiya.

“Ab tera muh. Pehle chus. Acchi tarah.”

Maine muh khola. Uska kala mota tip andar gaya. Main jitna ho saka le liya, jeebh neeche se move karti hui, haath se base stroke. Woh mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga:

“That’s it… take it deeper… good girl… ahhh… teri gori lips mere kale lund pe… fuck…”

Main gag karte hue bhi continue kiya, saliva uske lund pe beh rahi thi. Usne kaha, “Bas… ab chut mein.”

Usne mujhe failaya. Apna lund meri opening pe rakha, tip se circle banaya, phir ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.

“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari nikal gayi. Stretch, bhari hui feeling.

Woh missionary mein pelne laga – deep, long strokes. Har baar base tak, phir almost bahar. Meri legs uske shoulders pe thin. Uske haath meri boobs pe, uske lips mere neck pe.

“Ahhhh… so big… ahhh… you’re stretching me… yes… deeper… ahhhh!”

Woh tez hota gaya. Bed hilne lagi. Main uske back pe nails chala rahi thi:

“Uhhhh… fuck me… ahhh… harder… Kalu ji… ahhhh… your black cock… ahhh!”

Pehli baar main uske neeche cum ho gayi – chut tight, body kaamp, siskariyan continuous:

“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… yes… ahhhhh!”

Woh rukа nahi. Mujhe ghodi bana diya. Peeche se pakad kar aur gehra daal diya. Ab uska lund alag angle se maar raha tha. Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi, uske balls meri clit pe touch kar rahe the.

“Ahhhh… from behind… ahhh… so deep… yes… spank me… ahhhh!”

Usne gaand pe thappad maara – chapak! Phir aur tez.

“Chap… chap… chap…”

Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:

“Aaaahhhh… yes… harder… fuck your white pussy… ahhhh… I’m yours… ahhhh!”

Usne mera baal kheenche, aur angle badal diya. Main doosri baar cum hone lagi:

“Ahhhhh… again… ahhh… don’t stop… ahhhhh!”

Thodi der baad usne mujhe uthaya, apni god mein bithaya – cowgirl. Main uske mote lund pe baith gayi, khud upar-neeche hone lagi. Uske haath meri gaand pe the, kabhi meri boobs masalte hue.

“Ride me… yes… ahhh… teri chut meri lund ko khati ja rahi hai… fuck…”

Main bounce kar rahi thi, siskariyan nikalti hui:

“Ahhhh… so full… ahhh… I can feel every vein… yes… ahhhh… I’m gonna cum again… ahhhhh!”

Teen baar cum kar chuki thi. Body thak rahi thi lekin woh rukа nahi. Usne mujhe side se litaya – spoon position. Peeche se daal kar ek haath se meri boob pakdi, doosre se clit rub kiya. Dheere-dheere lekin deep.

“Ahhhh… slow… ahhh… but so deep… yes… play with my clit… ahhhh…”

Phir usne meri ek leg upar uthayi, aur tez kar diya. Main phir se peak pe pahunchi:

“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… your cock is addictive… ahhhhh!”

Usne mujhe phir se ghodi banaya, lekin is baar usne meri gaand pe bhi thoda precum laga kar tip se pressure diya. Main tensed ho gayi.

“Relax… aaj sirf thoda… agle din poora loonga,” usne kaha.

Tip meri gaand mein thoda ghusа, main siski nikaali:

“Ahhhh… tight… ahhh… slow… ahhhh…”

Woh sirf tip se play karta raha, saath mein chut mein ungliyan. Phir wapas pure lund se chut mein daal diya aur last round shuru kiya – janwaroon jaisa tez.

“Ahhhh… final… ahhh… fill me… cum inside me… ahhhh… please… ahhhhh!”

Usne zor ke dhakke maare, meri gaand pakad kar, aur deep cum kar diya – garam jets, pulses. Main bhi uske saath last orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan ab soft, thaki hui moans mein:

“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much cum… ahhh… inside… ahhh… Kalu ji…”

Woh mere upar lit gaya, lund abhi bhi andar. Dono ki saansein tez thin. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Paanch din… har raat aise. Kabhi us foreigner ko bhi bula lenge. Husband ko aaj ki photos bhej denge – teri nangi body, meri cum teri chut se nikalti hui.”

Main uske kale strong body se chipki hui

[Anita patel]

Subah ke 7:30 ke kareeb.

Main abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi. Raat bhar ki chudai ke baad body bilkul thaki hui thi. Main pet ke bal leti hui thi, bilkul nangi. Chadar sirf meri kamar tak thi, upar se mere gore boobs, peeth, aur neeche meri gaand poori nangi thi. Thighs ke beech se raat ka cum thoda-thoda sookh chuka tha, lekin abhi bhi sticky feel ho raha tha. Baal bikhre hue, face pillow pe, saansein dheemi.

Kalu ji uth chuka tha. Usne pehle mujhe dekha – nangi, defenseless, uski cum ke nishaan abhi bhi meri skin pe. Uske lund ne turant reaction diya. Usne apna phone uthaya, husband ka number dial kiya – video call.

Do ring pe husband ne uthaya. Uska face screen pe aaya – abhi bhi ghar pe, subah ki light mein.

Kalu ji ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Good morning, husband ji. Dekho… aapki biwi kaise so rahi hai.”

Usne phone ko aise hold kiya ki mera poora nanga body dikhe. Camera pehle meri peeth aur nangi gaand pe tha, phir dheere-dheere upar – meri side se dikhte hue boobs, tight nipples, bikhre baal, soya hua face.

Husband ki awaaz aayi, thodi si bhaari, “Haan… dikh raha hai. Bilkul nangi. Raat bhar choda kya?”

Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Raat bhar. Kai baar. Uski chut abhi bhi meri cum se bhari hui hai. Dekho.”

Usne chadar bilkul hata di. Ab main poori nangi bed pe thi. Usne mera ek pair thoda failaya taaki meri swollen chut clear dikhe – thodi si red, sticky, cum ke white nishaan thighs pe.

Husband ne saans bhari. “Saali… itni openly so rahi hai. Ab kya karne wala hai?”

Kalu ji ne kaha, “Abhi uthata hoon aur aapke saamne chodata hoon. Mobile ko door set karta hoon taaki poora scene dikhe. Aap dekhte rehna. Awaazein bhi clear aayengi.”

Usne phone ko opposite side table pe rakh diya, thoda angle adjust kiya – bed poora frame mein aa gaya. Ab husband ko clear dikh raha tha: main nangi leti hui, Kalu ji nanga, uska kala mota lund pehle se hard.

Kalu ji mere paas aaya. Usne mera face dheere se touch kiya. “Anita… uth ja. Tera husband dekh raha hai.”

Main aankhein kholti hui murjhаyi. Pehle toh samajh nahi aaya, phir screen pe husband ka face dikha. Main jhat se bed sheet ki taraf haath badhaya, lekin Kalu ji ne rok liya.

“Nahi. Nangi reh. Woh dekhna chahta hai.”

Main sharm se laal ho gayi, lekin uske haath ne mujhe pet ke bal se ghumа kar seedha litaya. Mere boobs free, nipples pehle se tight. Kalu ji ne mera face camera ki taraf kiya.

Husband ki awaaz aayi, “Dekh rahi hai mujhe? Nangi padi hai uske saamne. Bol, kaisa laga raat bhar?”

Main kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Haan… dekh rahi hoon… raat bhar… usne bahut choda…”

Kalu ji ne mere boobs pakad liye, nipples ko pinch kiya. “Ab dekhte ho kaise subah subah leta hoon.”

Usne mere lips pe kiss kiya – gehra, wet, camera ke saamne. Phir mere neck pe, boobs pe. Ek nipple muh mein leke zor se suck kiya. Main siski nikaali:

“Ahhhh… Kalu ji…”

Husband ne kaha, “Awaaz nikaal. Clear. Main sunna chahta hoon.”

Kalu ji ne meri legs failayi. Usne apna kala mota lund meri chut pe rub kiya – upar-neeche, clit pe, opening pe. precum se geela kar diya. Phir tip ko set karke ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.

“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari room mein gunj gayi.

Kalu ji ne camera ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Dekho… kaise ghus gaya. Itni easily. Raat bhar failane ke baad ab soft hai.”

Woh missionary mein pelne laga – deep, steady, long strokes. Har dhakke pe meri boobs hil rahi thin. Main uske shoulders pakad kar siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:

“Ahhhh… so deep… ahhh… yes… fuck me… ahhhh… your big black cock… ahhh!”

Husband ki awaaz aayi, “Tez kar. Zor se. Awaazein nikaal usse.”

Kalu ji ne speed badha di. Bed ki creak clear sunai de rahi thi. Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:

“Aaaahhhh… harder… ahhh… yes… stretching me… ahhhh… I’m so full… ahhh!”

Usne meri legs ko apne shoulders pe uthaya, aur gehra angle diya. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah hit kar raha tha. Main camera ki taraf dekhte hue siskiyan nikaal rahi thi, kyunki husband dekh raha tha:

“Uhhhh… husband dekh raha hai… ahhh… still you’re fucking me so hard… ahhhh… yes… ahhh!”

Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Bol usse… kaisa feel ho raha hai mere lund se.”

Main moan ke beech boli, “Ahhhh… bahut bada… ahhh… mera husband ka lund ab chhota lagta hai… ahhhh… you’re ruining me… ahhh… yes… deeper… ahhhh!”

Husband ne saans tezz ki. “Saali randi… itni openly bol rahi hai. Ab ghodi bana. Gaand upar karke chod.”

Kalu ji ne mujhe ek jhatke mein ghodi bana diya. Mere haath bed pe, gaand upar, face thoda side – taaki camera mein meri expression bhi dikhe. Usne peeche se ek hi dhakke mein poora daal diya.

“Aaaahhhhh… from behind… ahhh!”

Woh zor-zor se pelne laga. Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi, uske balls meri clit pe thappad kha rahe the. Main sheets pakad kar chillane lagi:

“Ahhhhh… yes… spank me… ahhh… fuck your white wife… ahhhh… harder… ahhh!”

Kalu ji ne gaand pe do thappad maare – chapak! Chapak!

“Chap… chap…”

Main aur zor se chillayi:

“Aaaahhhh… yes… again… ahhh… I’m cumming… ahhhhh… don’t stop… ahhhh!”

Meri body kaampne lagi, chut tight ho gayi, juices uske lund pe chamakne lage. Main orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan continuous:

“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh… ohhh god… ahhh!”

Kalu ji ne speed nahi kam ki. Woh meri orgasm ke through pelta raha. Camera ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Dekho… kaise kaamp rahi hai. Itni easily cum ho jaati hai mere lund pe.”

Husband ne kaha, “Ab uske muh mein daal. Chuswa. Phir se chut mein daal ke cum kar.”

Kalu ji ne lund bahar nikaala – geela, meri juices se covered. Mujhe uthakar apne saamne ghutnon pe bithaya. Camera clear angle mein tha. Usne apna mota lund mere muh ke paas laaya.

“Khol. Husband dekh raha hai.”

Maine muh khola. Uska kala tip andar gaya. Main chusne lagi – gehra, saliva se geela, jeebh se neeche se. Kalu ji mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga.

“That’s it… take it… ahhh… teri biwi acchi chusti hai… dekh rahe ho?”

Main gag karte hue bhi continue kiya, aawazein nikal rahi thin – “Gluck… gluck… ahhh… mmmph…”

Husband ne kaha, “Bas… ab chut mein daal. Andar cum kar. Main dekhna chahta hoon.”

Kalu ji ne mujhe wapas litaya, legs failayi, aur ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya. Ab last round. Tez, forceful, deep.

“Ahhhhh… yes… fill me… ahhh… cum inside me… ahhhh… please… ahhh!”

Woh zor ke dhakke maar raha tha. Main uske neeche bilkul paagal si siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:

“Aaaahhhh… harder… ahhh… your cum… give it to me… ahhhh… I’m your slut… ahhhhh!”

Kalu ji ne final dhakke maare aur deep cum kar diya – garam, zyada, pulses clear. Main bhi uske saath cum ho gayi, body kaamp, siskariyan thaki hui:

“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much… ahhh… inside… ahhh… Kalu ji… ahhh…”

Woh thodi der andar raha, phir dheere se bahar nikaala. Uska cum meri chut se nikal kar bed pe girne laga. Usne camera ke saamne meri legs failaye rakhi taaki husband clearly dekh sake – open, used, cum nikalta hua.

Kalu ji ne phone uthaya, close-up dikhaya. “Dekho… aapki biwi ki chut. Meri cum se bhari hui. Aaj raat bhi aise hi hoga. Aur kal bhi.”

Husband ki awaaz thodi si kaampti thi, “Haan… dikh raha hai. Ab band kar. Baaki din bhi aise hi updates bhejte rehna.”

Kalu ji ne call cut kar diya. Phone side mein rakha. Phir mere nange body pe lit gaya, apna abhi bhi half-hard lund meri geeli chut pe rub karte hue.

“Subah subah accha show diya usse,” usne kaha. “Ab uth. Beach chalte hain. Phir dopahar mein phir se.”

Main uske kale strong arms mein kaampte hue thi, bilkul nangi, used, cum se bhari hui… aur yeh jaankar ki mera husband abhi abhi poora scene dekh chuka tha.

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