Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

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Geeti ne us poore hafte bank mein aise kaam kiya jaise kuch hua hi nahi tha, par andar hi andar ek tufaan macha hua tha.

Raghavan sahab tour pe the – kisi urgent corporate client meeting ke silsile mein pehle Pune aur phir Ahmedabad gaye hue the. Unke cabin ka bhari, dark-wood darwaza hafte bhar band pada raha. Geeti ko andar jaane ki koi zarurat nahi padi, jisse usko ek gahra relief mila. Kam se kam Raghavan ki woh tharki, bhookhi aur bhediye jaisi nazar us par nahi thi. Lekin yeh relief sirf ek dhokha tha, kyunki uski jagah ek doosre mard ke khayal ne le li thi.
Arjun ki yaad… uske jism se nikalne ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Har subah jab woh ready hoti, dressing table ke bade se mirror ke saamne khadi hokar apne saree ke blouse ke ek-ek hook ko band karti, toh uske dimaag mein wahi pub wala scene repeat-telecast ki tarah ghumne lagta. Woh pub ki maddham, reddish dim lights, Arjun ki garam saansain, uske majboot haathon ka kamar par pressure, uski do lambi, Sakht ungliyon ka petticoat ke andar jaakar wetness mein gahre tak ghusna, aur Geeti ka apna poora self-control kho kar uski chhati par sar tikana. Geeti ne hafte bhar mein kitni hi baar try kiya us feeling ko apne dimaag se erase karne ka, par uska jism us chhuwan ko bhoolne ko taiyaar hi nahi tha. Uski rang-rang mein Arjun ki ungliyon ka touch ek meetha, throbbing dard ban kar baith gaya tha.
Office mein pahunchte hi uski sabse pehli aadat ban chuki thi – handbag se phone nikal kar secret notifications check karna. Arjun ka koi naya text toh nahi aaya? Kabhi subah-subah aata: "Good morning, my sweet secret. Still thinking about how soft you felt on Saturday..." Kabhi sirf ek red heart aur fire emoji. Geeti har ek message ka screenshot leti aur turant Soham ko forward karti. Soham ka reply hamesha ek hi hota – "Wait. Immediate reply mat dena. Let him starve. Make him desperate for you."
Lekin Wednesday ka din... woh din Geeti ke jism aur dimaag par hamesha ke liye chhap gaya.
Us din subah Geeti light pink rang ki ek mulayam chiffon saree pehen rahi thi. Light makeup, hothon par halki gloss, aur baalon ko peeche pin kiya hua. Usne jaan-boojh kar us din waist chain (kamarbandh) nahi pehna tha taaki Soham ko lage ki woh normal rehana chahti hai. Lekin Soham toh uske jism ka malik ban chuka tha, uski har ek breath ka hisab rakhta tha.
Geeti jab mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar apne pallu ko adjust kar rahi thi, tabhi Soham peeche se dabe paon aaya. Usne Geeti ki chikni, gori kamar par dono haath rakhe aur use apne jism se tight chipka liya. Soham ka lower body completely charged tha. Usne Geeti ke kaan ke paas apna chehra jhukaya, uski neck par ek garam saans chhodi aur dheere se bola:
“Aaj bhi uski ungliyon ki feeling hai na andar... bol Geeti?”
Geeti ki saans wahin ruk gayi. Uski aakhein mirror mein Soham ki dark, aag se bhari aankhon se milin. Usko pata tha ki ab woh bhaag nahi sakti.
Soham ne bina der kiye Geeti ki saree ka pallu kandhe se neeche giraya. Deep-cut blouse ke andar apna bada, garam haath ghusaya aur Geeti ke naye, tight bra ke kapde ke upar se hi uske left nipple ko ungliyon ke beech pakad kar dheere se pinch kiya.




Ahmm..." Geeti ke hothon se ek siskari nikli. Uski taangein halki si kaampin.

“Main sab jaanta hoon, Geeti,” Soham ne uske kaan ki lobe ko daanton se halka sa dabaate hue kaha. “Tu office ke cabin mein baith ke bhi bas wahi sochti hai. Kaise usne pub ke us dark booth mein teri saree uthai thi... kaise uski ungliyaan tere andar slow-slow ghum rahi thin... aur kaise tune bina kisi sharm ke ek anjaan mard ka kandha pakad kar apni kamar uthai thi.”
Geeti ne apni aankhein kas ke band kar liin. Palkon ke peeche Arjun ka chehra aur Soham ki baatein ek doosre mein mix hone lagin.
Soham ne Geeti ka haath pakda aur neeche le jaakar apne trousers ke upar rakh diya. Uska waistband ke andar ka hissa lohe ki tarah sakht aur garam ho chuka tha.
“Aaj din bhar jab bhi tu apni revolving chair par baithegi, yaad rakhna... tere pati ka yeh hard posture sirf isliye hai kyunki tune kisi doosre mard ko apne andar jagah di.”
Soham ne Geeti ko jhatke se ghuma kar dressing table ke edge par tikaya. Uski saree ka pallu poora zameen par gir chuka tha. Petticoat ki naadi ko thoda sa dheela kiya aur bina koi maze ki baat kiye, apni do ungliyaan Geeti ke fully-drenched, garam aur reshmi jism ke andar ek hi jhatke mein poori ghusa diin.
Geeti ne turant apne dono haath apne muh par rakh liye taaki uski cheekh bahar na nikle. Pados ke kamre mein Amrita abhi bhi so rahi thi aur kitchen mein chai ki ketli pak rahi thi.
Soham ne bilkul wahi speed, wahi rhythm banaya jo Arjun ne us raat pub mein banaya tha. Pehle halka circular motion, phir andar tak deep thrusts. Geeti ke mulayam thighs kaampne lage, uski kamar apne aap Soham ki ungliyon ke saath rhythm mein uthne lagi. Uska poora jism paani chhodne laga tha.
“Bol Geeti...” Soham ne uske galon par apna garam chehra ragadte hue demand kiya, “Kisne better finger kiya? Maine... ya us pub wale strangers ne?”
Geeti ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya. Uski aawaz mein sirf haanphna aur tadap thi. “Sohammm... ahh... please...” Woh jhoot nahi bol paayi, kyunki Arjun ka woh stranger wala touch aur Soham ka yeh pati wala dominance dono mil kar use pagal kar rahe the.
Lekin jab Geeti climax ke bilkul kinare par pahunchi, jab uska jism phatne hi wala tha, Soham ne jhatke se apni ungliyaan bahar nikal liin. Usne Geeti ko orgasmic relief nahi diya. Usko tapti hui aag mein latka kar chhod diya.
Soham ne apni wet, glistening ungliyaan Geeti ke ras-bhare hothon par rakh diin.
“Ise chaat,” Soham ne hukum diya. “Ise chaat aur din bhar is taste ko apne dimaag mein ghuma.”
Geeti ne kaampte hothon se Soham ki ungliyon par laga apna hi jism ka ras chaat liya. Uski aankhein jhuk gayi thin.
Soham ne uske pallu ko uthakar uske kandhe par rakha aur last baar uske kaan mein phusphusaya, “Aaj jo bhi message aaye Arjun ka, mujhe forward karna. Aur agar woh koi photo maange... toh bina mujhe dikhaye mat bhejna.”
Office pahunchne ke baad Geeti jab apne desk par baithi, toh poora bank normal routine mein chal raha tha. Clerks files palat rahe the, phone ki ghantiyan baj rahi thin, AC ki thandak thi. Lekin Geeti ka lower body aag ki tarah tap raha tha. Silk petticoat ke andar uski thighs aapas mein rub ho rahi thin aur har moment par use subah wala wetness feel ho raha tha.
Lunchtime ke thik baad, phone screen par notification flash hua.

Arjun: Can’t stop thinking about how wet you were under my fingers, Geeti. You are pure sin. When are you letting me touch you again?

Geeti ne das minute tak us message ko dekha. Uski saansain bhari ho gayi thin. Usne turant screenshot liya aur Soham ko WhatsApp kiya.
Soham ka reply instant aaya:

Soham: Reply after 40 minutes. Don't show too much eagerness. Write: "Still at work, caught up with files. Thinking about Saturday too... but we have to be very careful."

Geeti ne wahi words type kiye aur Send button daba diya. Send dabate hi uski chhati dhak-dhak karne lagi. Woh ek aisi dal-dal mein utar rahi thi jahan se wapas lautna ab namumkin tha.




Ghar pahunchte hi, jaise hi Amrita apne room mein padhne gayi, Soham ne Geeti ko baazu se pakda aur seedha bedroom mein le gaya. Door lock karke usne Geeti ko bed par patka.

“Poora din kaise guzra, Geeti? Arjun ke baare mein kitna socha?”
Geeti ne bed par lete hue, bina kisi parda-daari ke sab bata diya – Arjun ka message, uski 40-minute ki tention, bus mein hua woh touch, aur poore din uske jism mein baithi hui woh lingering, unfinished tadap.
Soham ke chehre par ek ajeeb si jeet ki smile aayi. Usne Geeti ke uper jhuk kar uske gaal ko sehlaya.
“Bahut achha. Yeh tadap hi tera asli roop hai. Is feeling ko marne mat dena. Main chahta hoon tu roz thoda thoda uske liye mare... taaki jab agli baar hum usse milein, toh tu uske samne bilkul bhookhi ho kar samarpit ho jaye.”
Us raat Soham ne Geeti ke saath romance toh kiya, lekin use fir se climax tak nahi pahunchne diya. Usne Geeti ko edge par laakar chhod diya.
Andhere kamre mein Geeti bed sheet ko mutthi mein kas ke pakde leti rahi. Uski taangein tight thin, jism aag ki tarah garam tha, aur dimaag mein sirf ek hi sawal ghum raha tha – yeh game ab aur kitna deep, kitna ganda aur kitna khubsurat hone wala hai?
Aur sabse khaufnak baat yeh thi... ki ab darr se zyada, use is behayai ke agle step ka intezar tha.


Uske baad wala poora hafta thoda alag aur ajeeb se khumaar mein guzra.

Geeti ki daily routine ab badal chuki thi. Subah uthte hi, brushes aur kitchen ke kaam se pehle, uske haath sabse pehle dressing table par rakhe phone par jaate. Arjun ka message kab aayega, yeh sawaal uske dimaag mein ek meethe zehar ki tarah baith gaya tha. Arjun ka koi fix time nahi tha—kabhi dopahar ko aata, kabhi late night, toh kabhi subah-subah. Lekin har din ek message zaroor aata tha, jo Geeti ke jism mein din bhar ke liye aag laga deta.
Ek Tuesday subah, ghadi mein bilkul 8:12 baj rahe the. Geeti kitchen mein chai ke liye doodh ubal rahi thi jab phone vibrate hua.

Arjun: Good morning, my absolute sin. Still thinking about how wet and tight you felt on my fingers in that pub booth. You free today? I need to taste you properly this time.

Message dekhte hi Geeti ke haath mein pakda chammach wahi ruk gaya. Uski saansain bhari ho gayi aur petticoat ke andar uski thighs aapas mein tight ho gayi. Tabhi Soham dabe paon peeche se aaya. Usne Geeti ke nange shoulder par apna thoda garm chehra rakha, phone ki screen par nazar daali, aur uske hothon par ek makkhar, tharki muskaan aa gayi.
“Abhi mat reply dena,” Soham ne uske kaan ki lobe ko daanton se halka sa pakadte hue kaha. “Pehle ready ho ja, office pahunch. Main batata hoon kab aur kya likhna hai. Let him sweat.”
Geeti ne khamoshi se sar hila diya. Uske andar ek ajeeb si gudgudi aur laachari chal rahi thi. Control poori tarah Soham ke haath mein tha—woh tay kar raha tha ki Geeti kab kis mard se baat karegi, kya bolegi, aur kitna tadpayegi. Aur yeh baat Geeti ko andar se jitni sharminda karti, usse kahin zyada uske jism ko excite kar deti thi.
Office pahunch kar apne desk par baithne ke baad, Geeti ne sabse pehle apna secret, anonymous Instagram account khola—@DesiHotwife_G.
Followers ki count ab 2,800 ke paar pahunch chuki thi. Profile par wahi purani pictures thin—kuch cleavage-showing selfies, blurred-face saree shots, aur waist-chain wale teasers. DMs folder mein 50 se zyada naye messages pade hue the. Kai followers ne toh bina kisi formality ke seedhe, gande aur nange requests bheje the:

“Show more of those juicy breasts, baby...”
“I want to taste every inch of your wet body.”
“Mumbai mein kahan rehti ho? I can pay whatever you want for one night.”

Geeti ne ek-ek karke un messages ke screenshots liye aur Soham ko WhatsApp kar diye.
Us din shaam ko jab woh ghar lauti aur kitchen mein dinner ke liye bhindi ki subzi bana rahi thi, Soham kitchen ke door-frame se tek lagakar khada ho gaya. Amrita doosre room mein headphones lagakar government exam ki padhai kar rahi thi, isliye ghar mein ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Soham ne phone nikala aur un Instagram DMs ko zor-zor se, ek-ek shabd par stress dete hue padhna shuru kiya.
“‘I want to bend you over my desk, pull your saree up, and push myself deep inside you until you cry...’” Soham ne ek DM padha.
Phir woh ruka. Uski gehri, tharki nazrein Geeti ki patli kamar aur saree ke neeche hilte hue hips par ja kar tik gayi.
“Sunke kaisa lag raha hai, Geeti?” Soham ne aahista se poocha.
Geeti chup-chap kadhai mein chammach chala rahi thi, lekin uski saansain tez ho chuki thin. Blouse ke andar uske nipples sakht ho kar kapde ko teer ki tarah choob rahe the.
Soham uske bilkul peeche aakar khada hua. Usne Geeti ki chikni kamar ko dono haathon se kas ke pakda, apna garm jism uske hips se chipkaya, aur uske kaan mein phusphusaya, “Bol na... Achha lag raha hai na yeh sab padhke? Ek anjaan mard tere jism ke baare mein yeh sab soch raha hai... aur tera pati tujhe yeh sab padh ke suna raha hai.”
Geeti ne apni aankhein kas ke band kar liin aur hothon ko kaatte hue halka sa kaha, “Hmm... Soham, please... Amrita baahar hai...”
“Achha,” Soham ne uske galon par apne daant gadate hue kaha, “Toh kal ek naya kaam karna hai. Ek naya game.”



Wednesday ki subah.

Soham ne Geeti ko ready hote waqt hi strict instructions de diye the.
“Aaj jab tu bank pahunchegi, toh lunch break se pehle executive bathroom mein jaana. Wahan ek photo bhejni hai Arjun ko. Bank ki lanyard aur ID card gale mein latka hona chahiye, blouse ka top button khula hua... thoda cleavage aur bra ki strap nazar aaye. Face mat dikhana. Sirf collarbone se lekar tere breasts ki deep line tak.”
Geeti ka dil dhak-dhak karne laga. Usne darte hue kaha, “Soham… office ke bathroom mein? Agar kisi aur female employee ne dekh liya ya koi andar aa gaya toh? Baahar Raghavan sahab aur Rohan bhi hote hain...”
Soham ne jhatke se uska chehra apne haathon mein pakda aur uske hothon ke bilkul paas aakar bola, “Wahi toh thrill hai, Geeti. Jab tu us bank ke bathroom mein darte-darte apna button kholegi, aur ek anjaan mard ke liye photo kheenchegi... tab jo tere jism mein wetness aayegi, wahi mujhe chahiye. Tu karegi yeh. Arjun ko tadpana hai, aur mujhe yeh photo dekhni hai.”





Dopahar ke 1:15 baj rahe the. Office mein lunch hour chal raha tha.
Geeti ka dil aisi tez raftaar se dhadak raha tha jaise abhi chhati phat jayegi. Woh dheere se uthi, apna phone saree ke pallu ke neeche chupaya, aur 3rd floor ke executive, single-occupancy washroom ki taraf badh gayi.
Inside the washroom, usne darwaza lock kiya aur bolt do baar check ki. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar usne apni saans ko control karne ki koshish ki. Uski ungliyaan kaamp rahi thin. Usne apne bank ka official lanyard thoda adjust kiya taaki logo aur uska naam saaf dikhe. Phir, kaampte haathon se, usne apne deep-pink blouse ka sabse upar wala button khol diya.
Blouse ka kapda thoda alag hua, aur uski gori chhati, deep cleavage line, aur black lace bra ka kinara mirror mein chamakne laga.
Geeti ne phone uthaya. Uski saans itni tezz thi ki mirror par halki bhap ban rahi thi. Usne angle set kiya—gale mein bank ka lanyard, khula button, aur gehra, ras-bhara cleavage. CLICK.
Photo kheenchne ke baad usne turant button band kiya aur pehle photo Soham ko bhej di.
Soham ka reply instant aaya:

Soham: Fuck Geeti... You look like a dirty corporate slut. Send this to Arjun right now with the caption: "Thinking of you between meetings... but I'm being a very bad girl at work."

Geeti ne kaampte anguthe se wahi caption type kiya aur Arjun ko send kar diya.









Ussi waqt, Arjun ka reply aaya. Ek minute bhi nahi laga.


Arjun: HOLY SHIT GEETI! You are driving me fucking insane! You're in your office right now wearing this? I swear to God I want to come to your bank, pull you into this exact bathroom, and bury my face right between those soft breasts. Send me one more. Please.

Geeti bathroom ki deewar se tek lagakar khadi ho gayi. Uski petticoat andar se bilkul gili ho chuki thi. Arjun ki desperation aur Soham ki direction ne use poori tarah behaya bana diya tha.
Poora dopahar Geeti ke liye ek torture ban gaya.
2:30 baje bank ke main conference room mein ek bahut hi important financial audit meeting thi. Board table ke charon taraf senior officers baithe the. Table ke ek head par Raghavan sahab baithe the, jo quarterly targets par lecture de rahe the. Table ke doosre kone par young intern Rohan baitha files arrange kar raha tha, aur uski nazrein baar-baar Geeti ki kamar aur uske hothon par ja kar tik rahi thin.
Lekin Geeti ka dimaag meeting mein bilkul nahi tha.
Uski jaanghon ke beech phone silent mode par rakh kar rakha tha, jo har 10 minute mein vibrate ho raha tha. Arjun ek ke baad ek aggressive, desperate messages bhej raha tha:

“Geeti, reply me!”
“I can't focus on my work.”
“Tell me what color panty you're wearing under that saree right now.”
“If you don't meet me this Saturday, I'm coming to your bank branch.”

Geeti table ke neeche haath le jaakar phone ki screen dekhti, aur uski saansain bhari ho jaati. Usko lag raha tha ki agar kisi ko pata chal gaya ki is waqt, is formal meeting ke dauran, woh table ke neeche ek mard ke aise tharki messages padh rahi hai, toh kya hoga?
Raghavan ne achanak kaha, “Geeti ji, aapka kya view hai Q2 ke NPAs par?”
Geeti haadbadakar uthi. Uska chehra laal ho chuka tha, saans phool rahi thi. “Sir... ah, yes... I am reviewing the figures. The audit report is almost ready.”
Raghavan ne apni gehri nazron se Geeti ke laal gaal aur uski tezz chhati ki movement ko dekha, aur halki si smirk ke saath bola, “Alright. Meeting ke baad mere cabin mein aakar file discuss kijiye.”
Rohan ne bhi Geeti ki taraf dekha, uski nazron mein ek ajeeb sa attraction aur doubt tha.
Geeti wapas baith gayi. Table ke neeche uski taangein kaamp rahi thin. Usko ahsaas hua ki woh ek waqt mein teen alag-alag mardon ke jaal mein phans chuki hai—Soham jo use control kar raha tha, Arjun jo baahar se use paane ke liye paagal ho raha tha, aur Raghavan jo office ke andar us par apni pakad mazboot kar raha tha.
Aur sabse khaufnak baat yeh thi ki Geeti ko is darr, is behayai, aur is khatre se ek aisi aag mil rahi thi jo usne apni zindagi mein pehle kabhi feel nahi ki thi.

Meeting khatam hone ke baad, jab office ke sabhi log apna saamaan pack karke nikal rahe the, Geeti ne bhi apna leather bag uthaya aur bank ke bhari glass doors se bahar nikli. Bahar Mumbai ki shaam ka halka aasmaan peela aur gulabi ho chuka tha, aur sadkon par shaam ka traffic shuru ho gaya tha. Cab book karne ke bajaye Geeti ne socha ki aaj woh aam janta ki tarah bus se hi ghar jaayegi. Uske andar jo aag, darr aur excitement ka toofan macha hua tha, use thoda waqt chahiye tha dimaag ko quiet aur settle karne ke liye.

Red Double-Decker bus stand par aakar ruki. Geeti ne apni chiffon saree ka pallu sambhalate hue dhabe par paon rakha aur seedhe sabse peeche wali window seat par ja kar baith gayi. Bag ko apni godi mein rakha, deep breath li, aur handbag se apna encrypted phone nikaala.
Sabse pehle usne apna secret account khola — @DesiHotwife_G.
Screen load hote hi uski aankhein hairani aur thrill se badi ho gayi.
Followers ki count jo subah 2,800 thi, ab jump karke 3,400+ ke paar pahunch chuki thi.
Aaj dopahar mein jo executive bathroom wali stealth photo usne post ki thi—gale mein latka hua bank lanyard, khula hua top button aur deep, ras-bhari cleavage line—us par likes aur comments ki bauchar ho rahi thi.
1.2K likes already ho chuke the.
Comments 180+ the aur har second refresh karne par naye comments add ho rahe the.
Geeti ne apni kaampti ungliyon se screen ko dheere-dheere niche scroll karna shuru kiya. Bus ke purane shocks aur sadak ke jhatkon ke saath uska gora, mulayam sharir bhi halka-halka hil raha tha, lekin uska pura dhyaan sirf screen par likhe un behaya, tharki shabdon par tha.

@mumbai_hunter88: Ma’am aap South Mumbai bank mein kaam karti ho kya? Yeh lanyard dekh ke toh lagta hai. Itni gori, juicy cleavage office mein open karke ghumti ho? Tumhare colleagues kitne lucky hain.
@desi_tharki_king: Fuckkk those soft looking breasts. I want to rip open that second button myself and bury my face in them.
@anonymous_dad: Beta agar tumhari jaisi wife meri hoti toh main toh din raat ghar pe lock karke rakhta. Kya cheez ho tum.
@night_rider_bom: Location batao Mumbai ki. BKC ya Bandra? Ek raat ke liye jo bologi wo cash dunga.
@saree_lover_69: Is photo ko dekh ke mera lund itna hard ho gaya hai ki trousers mein baith nahi pa raha. Please ek aur photo daalo… thoda aur neeche se petticoat dikhate hue.




Geeti ke dono gaal tamatar ki tarah garam ho gaye. Usne ghabra kar aaspas nazar daali. Bus mein shaam ke thake-haare passengers baithe the, koi apne phone mein laga tha toh koi khidki se bahar dekh raha tha. Kisine uski screen nahi dekhi thi. Lekin yeh soch kar hi uske chest ki movement tez ho gayi ki agar koi ek baar jhuk kar dekh le ki yeh sanskari saree wali bank officer screen par kya padh rahi hai, toh kya hungama ho jayega.

Darr ke sath-sath, uske jism mein ek zordar current dauda. Soham ki instructions uske dimaag mein goonj rahi thi. Usne ek naya, aur zyada aggressive photo post karne ka socha.
Bus ki khidki se aati hui shaam ki natural light ka faida uthate hue, usne apne left hand se pallu ko completely side kiya. Blouse ke ab do buttons khole—is baar pehle se zyada gehra, gora hissa aur bra ki lace saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne camera ko neeche se thoda upar ka angle diya aur click. Is photo mein sirf uski collarbone, deep cleavage, black bra ka satin edge aur gale mein chamakta bank lanyard dikh raha tha. Face hamesha ki tarah cropped.
Caption likha:
“Still at work… still having dirty thoughts. Should I open one more button for my followers?”
Post dabate hi notification tab ekdum se crash hone laga. Likes aur comments ki jaise baarh aa gayi.
Do minute ke andar 200 likes.
Phir 400.
Phir 700.
DMs (Direct Messages) ka folder toh explode hi ho gaya. 30 se zyada naye messages pichhle 20 minute mein aaye the.

“Ma’am please reply… I’m stroking myself hard looking at your last photo.”
“I work in Bandra too. Tell me your branch name, I’ll come meet you right now during extended hours.”
“You look like a perfect corporate slut. I want to fuck you in that same executive bathroom where you took this photo.”
“Kitna wet ho raha hai aapko yeh sab padhke? Sach batao na hot wife...”

Geeti ki saansain bhari ho gayi. Usne apni dono thighs ko aapas mein kas ke press kiya. Silk petticoat ke andar uska jism pehle se hi chipchipa aur garam tha, ab yeh DMs padhte hi aag ki tarah tapne laga.
Bus Andheri highway par aage badh rahi thi. Geeti ne ek desperate follower ke DM par click kiya aur kaampte anguthe se reply type kiya:
“Maybe more than you can ever imagine…”
Send.
Uske baad usne Soham ke kehne par sabhi cheezon ka ek seamless workflow banaya. Usne Soham ke WhatsApp par sare naye screenshots bheje—DMs, dirty comments, Arjun ke double-meaning texts, sab kuch.
Tabhi Soham ka ek audio-note aur text message aaya.
Soham:
Good girl, Geeti. Par sirf WhatsApp par mat bhej. Maine jo tera aur mera shared Google Drive folder banaya hai ('G_Hotwife_Archive'), usme Arjun ke sare audio notes, text screenshots, aur in Instagram ke tharki laondon ke sabhi dirty comments ke High-Res screenshots upload kar de. Main office mein baith ke apni screen par yeh sab HD mein dekh raha hoon... and it's making me rock hard.
Soham ne aage likha:
Ghar aate hi tujhe yeh saare screenshots mere saamne khadhe ho kar loud voice mein padhne honge. Especially woh wala DM jisme usne tujhe 'corporate slut' bola hai aur bathroom mein chodne ka likha hai. Main chahta hoon tu ek-ek word mujhe eyes mein dekhte hue bole. Main drive check kar raha hoon, upload complete kar.
Geeti ne kaampte haathon se phone ka hotspot background mein use kiya aur shared Cloud Drive open ki. Usne ek 'Folder: Bank_Bathroom_Incidents' banaya aur Arjun ke saare desperate text messages, audio recordings, aur Instagram ke topmost perverted comments ke dozens of screenshots batch-upload par laga diye.
Screen par 'Uploading 24 items to Shared Drive...' ka progress bar chalne laga. Geeti ne socha ki doosri taraf uska pati, uske phone aur jism ki behayai ko live cloud storage se sync karke dekh raha hai aur arousing feel kar raha hai. Yeh sochte hi uske kamar ke niche ek aisi garm wave chali ki usne apni lips ko daanton tale daba liya.
Usne phone screen off karke khidki se bahar dekha. Glass par uski apni hi reflection dikh rahi thi—ek beautiful, saree-clad Indian bank manager jiske ander behayai ka zehar poori tarah phail chuka tha. Uske hothon par ek makkhar aur sharmili muskaan aa gayi.
Woh andar hi andar is public humiliation aur private desire ko deeply enjoy kar rahi thi.
Hazaron anjaan mard uske gora jism ke baare mein soch rahe the, uske wet hone par fantasies bana rahe the... Arjun uske ek chhuwan ke liye gidgida raha tha... aur uska apna pati use in sab mardon ke aage ek trophy ki tarah expose karke mood bana raha tha.
Bus jab uske final stop par aakar ruki, Geeti ne last time account check kiya.
Post ke likes ab 2.1K cross kar chuke the.
Comments 300 se upar ho chuke the, aur drive par saari files green check-mark ke saath upload ho chuki thin.
Usne phone bag mein rakha, ek gehri saans li, aur saree ka pallu theek karte hue bus se neeche utar gayi.
Ghar ki taraf paidal chalte hue uske dimaag aur jism mein sirf ek hi baat ka junoon tha—
Ghar pahunchte hi, Soham bedroom ka door lock karega, uski shared drive open karega, aur use ek-ek ganda comment apne munh se bolne par majboor karega. Aur woh poori tarah se tayyaar thi.

[Joker44]

Agli subah Geeti ki aankh thodi late khuli. Kal raat Soham ke saamne dress table ke saamne khade hokar un behaya, gande Instagram DMs aur Arjun ke desperate messages ko ek-ek word bol kar padhne ka nasha abhi bhi uske jism mein baitha hua tha. Soham ne drive par saare screenshots check karte hue uske har ek shabd par uski waist chain ko khinch-khinch kar jo aag lagayi thi, uska hangover pooray jism mein dhal chuka tha.
Aaj Geeti ne ek alag hi andaz mein taiyar hone ka socha. Usne wardrobe se ek soft peach color ki chiffon saree nikali. Saree ka fabric itna mulayam aur translucent tha ki har ek curve saaf jhalak raha tha. Usne waist par apni patli, chamakdar silver waist chain (kamarbandh) kas ke baandhi, aur dono paon mein aisi heavy-designed silver anklets (payal) pehni jo halki si movement par bhi ek makhnooni, chhan-chhan ki sound karti thin. Blouse ka neck thoda deep tha, lekin formal look banaye rakhne ke liye top buttons poori tarah band the. Office ke hisab se ek perfect, killer balance—bahar se poori tarah professional, lekin agar koi mard ek baar gaur se dekh le toh uski nazar wahan se hat na paaye.
Bank ke main hall mein entry karte hi Geeti ne notice kiya ki Rohan—woh young 22-year-old intern—pehle se hi uske cabin aur desk ke aas-paas mandra raha tha. Kal shaam wali Instagram photo jisme usne bank lanyard ke sath cleavage dikhaya tha, kahin na kahin us intern ke dimaag mein bhi ghusa hua tha. Rohan ab almost har roz Geeti ke section mein koi na koi fazool kaam dhoondhta rehta tha. Printouts ki stack lana, sign karwana, chai ya paani ke liye poochna—sab chhote-chhote bahane the bas Geeti ke gori kamar aur uske hothon ko dekhne ke.
Geeti ne apni revolving leather chair par baith kar computer screen power on kiya. Woh daily banking sheets aur ledger verification mein busy hone ki acting kar rahi thi, lekin uska dimaag baar-baar kal ke executive bathroom wali photo, Soham ke dwara banwayi gayi secret Google Drive, aur Arjun ke hungry messages par bhatak raha tha. Uski petticoat ke andar abhi se hi ek halki si warmth aur chipchipapan feel hone laga tha.
Tabhi achanak…
Thap.
Ek heavy loan module file Rohan ke haath se chhoot kar seedha Geeti ke wooden desk ke bilkul neeche, uske paon ke paas ja giri. Saree ke pallu ke paas saare loose A4 white papers poori tarah spread ho gaye.
“Oh! Extremely sorry, Geeti ma’am… haath se slip ho gayi,” Rohan ne ek thodi si sharmayi aur kaampte hue lehze mein kaha. Lekin jab Geeti ne nazrein utha kar dekha, toh us intern ki aankhein bilkul bhi sharmayi hui nahi thin. Uski aakhon mein ek bhookh thi.
Woh niche jhukne se pehle ek micro-second ke liye ruk kar Geeti ki chest aur deep-neck blouse ki taraf dekha. Phir woh slow motion mein ghutnon ke bal neeche jhuka aur table ke dark space ke andar ghusa.




Geeti ek jhatke mein samajh gayi.
Woh file koi accidentally nahi giri thi. Woh jaan-boojh kar girayi gayi thi.
Rohan table ke neeche papers uthane ke bahane zarurat se zyada time le raha tha. Desk ke dark wooden bottom mein Geeti ki dono gori, chikni taangein aur uske pairon mein pehni silver anklets Rohan ke face se bas kuch inches ki doori par thin. Peach saree ka pallu thoda side ho chuka tha, jisse Geeti ki ek pair ki payal aur uski gori ancle clear chamak rahi thi. Aur jab Geeti ne chair par thoda adjust hone ke liye apni kamar hilayi, toh saree ke transperent chiffon fabric ke peeche se uski silver waist chain ka ek chamakdar hissa bhi saaf dikhai dene laga.
Rohan ne floor par pade papers uthate-uthate apni nazar Geeti ke paon se shuru karke, uski chikni pindleeyon se hote hue upper thigh aur kamar ke us chamakte kamarbandh tak le jaane ki koshish ki. Geeti desk ke upar baithi saaf feel kar sakti thi ki us young intern ki saansain tezz ho chuki hain aur uska chehra uski taanghon ke behad kareeb tha.
Geeti ke dimaag ne ek second ke liye signal diya ki abhi use daantna chahiye. Senior officer ki tarah strict aawaz mein “Rohan, stop this nonsense and get up right now!” bolna chahiye. Lekin uske behaya ho chuke jism ne dimaag ki baat sunne se inkaar kar diya.
Woh chup-chaap, bilkul motionless baithi rahi.
Uske andar ek aisi behaya aur zehrili sensation daudne lagi jo use andar tak tod rahi thi. Kal raat internet par hazaron anjaan tharki mardon ne uske jism ke baare mein kitni gandi-gandi baatein likhi thin. Arjun uske ek touch ke liye pagal ho raha tha. Aur ab yeh young, handsome intern uske paon ke bilkul paas jhuk kar, table ke neeche ghus kar uski taanghon aur kamarbandh ko apni tharki nazron se chaat raha tha.
Geeti ne apna left foot thoda sa aage khiska diya.
Chhan... chhan...
Silver anklet ki woh makhnooni, sharp chhan-chhan ki aawaz us dark wooden desk ke neeche goonj uthi.
Rohan ki nazrein turant us aawaz par ja kar chipak gayi. Woh floor se aakhri paper uthana jaise bilkul bhool hi gaya. Ek second ke liye uski movement poori tarah freeze ho gayi, aur usne apni saans rok kar Geeti ke us gora, payal se saje paon ko dekha.
Geeti ne apni nazrein screen par rakhi, lekin screen ke reflection se woh desk ke neeche Rohan ki har ek micro-movement dekh rahi thi. Uske hothon par ek halki, makkhar aur ghamandi muskaan aa gayi—jise usne turant apna pallu theek karne ki acting karte hue chhupa liya.
Rohan ne aakhirkaar kaampte haathon se saare papers ik इकट्ठा kiye aur dhire se khada hua. Uske dono gaal laal ho chuke the, aur uske maathe par paseene ki halki boondein thin. Woh itna embarrassed aur aroused tha ki seedha Geeti ki aankhon mein aakh daal kar dekhne ki himmat nahi kar paa raha tha. Uske trousers ke front part mein ek halka sa bulging stretch saaf dikh raha tha.
“Ma’am… yeh… yeh file,” usne tezi se aur kaampte haathon se papers ko table par rakhte hue kaha.
“Thank you, Rohan,” Geeti ne bilkul formal, icy-cool aawaz mein jawab diya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Rohan turant piche hat kar apne desk ki taraf tezz kadmon se badh gaya, lekin raste mein usne do baar mud kar Geeti ke jhukte hue saree ke pallu ko dekha.
Geeti ne ek gehri, bhari saans li.
Uske paon ke neeche jo halki si gudgudi aur garmi shuru hui thi, woh ab dhire-dhire uske lower abdomen aur petticoat ke andar tak phailne lagi thi. Uski silk panty ke andar wetness ki ek nayi layer jama ho chuki thi. Itna chhota sa incident, ek intern ki desk ke neeche se fenki gayi tharki gaze… lekin ab Geeti ke liye yeh chhote-chhote public exposures uski rooh ki khurak ban chuke the.
Usne handbag se phone nikaala aur secretly apna Instagram account khola. Kal executive bathroom wali photo ke likes ab 2.8K cross kar chuke the, aur shared Drive par Soham ne naye DMs ke screenshots verify kar liye the.
Phir usne Arjun ka WhatsApp chat thread khola. Usne abhi tak Arjun ke subah wale 8:00 AM wale desperate message ka koi reply nahi diya ka.
Soham ki strict rule-book ko dimaag mein rakhte hue, Geeti ne kaampte anguthe se type kiya:

Geeti: Still at my bank desk. Trying to focus on audit files… but it’s so hard when I keep remembering your fingers inside me.

Send.
Message bhejte hi usne phone face-down karke desk par rakh diya aur wapas system par kaam karne ka natak karne lagi. Lekin har do minute baad uski nazrein screen ke upar se nikal kar Rohan ke desk par chali jaati.
Aur har baar jab Rohan uski taraf dekh kar apni saans rokta, Geeti jaan-boojh kar apni nazar hata leti, apne pallu ko thoda aur side karti taaki uski silver waist chain ka kinara chamakta rahe.
Dono ke beech koi lafz nahi bola gaya tha, lekin dono achhi tarah jaante the ki us dark desk ke neeche ek behaya aur dangerous shuruaat ho chuki thi.

Aaj subah se hi uska mood poori tarah alag chal raha tha. Jism mein ek aisi pyas aur sensitivity baith chuki thi ki saree ke fabric ka har ek touch use arousing lag raha tha. Silk petticoat uski thighs ke beech halka sa chipak raha tha. Usne mahsoos kiya ki pichhle kuch dino se Soham ne use jiss tarah mardon ki tharki nazron se expose karwaya hai, usne uske andar ke sharm aur darr ko khatam karke ek behaya aurat ko jaga diya tha. Woh ab kisi ek mard ki mohtaj nahi thi—woh toh bas har us mard ka attraction enjoy karna chahti thi jo uske gori, ras-bhari body par apni laalchi nazar daale.
Tabhi uski nazar room ke doosre kone par baithe young intern Rohan par padi.
Rohan apne laptop keyboard par kuch type karne ka natak kar raha tha, lekin har do-teen second mein uski bhookhi, besharm aankhein Geeti ke gori kamar, uske deep-neck blouse, aur un silver anklets par ja kar tik jaati thin. Us young laonde ki nazron mein ek aisi paak-saaf tharak thi jo kisi bhi aurat ka sar ghuma de.
Geeti ke dimaag mein ek zordar, shaitani khayal aaya.
'Kal toh maine sirf desk ke neeche se iska gaze feel kiya tha... Aaj kyun na is bechare laonde ke saath thoda sa real game khela jaye? Iski jawani aur iska lack of control check kiya jaye?'
Soham ne use sikhaya tha ki mardon ko kaise unki aukaat dikhani hai aur unhe apni jawani ke jaal mein phasana hai. Rohan toh pehle se hi uske ek-ek curve par marni ke liye tayyaar tha. Thoda sa use aur pagal karne mein kya harj tha?
Geeti ne aahista se apne right leg ko chair par thoda adjust kiya. Soft silver anklet ki makhmali chhan-chhan ki aawaz office ke quiet cabin area mein goonj uthi. Usne jaan-boojh kar apni ungliyon se us anklet ke silver clasp ko thoda sa loose kiya aur...
Chhan…
Anklet uske gora, chikne paon se slip hokar hardwood floor par ja giri. Table ke bilkul neeche, uski chair ke paas.
Rohan ki nazar turant us aawaz par aakar chipak gayi. Uski saansain ruk gayi thin.
Geeti ne poori coolness ke saath formal, lekin thodi sa husn se bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Rohan… ek minute yahan aana. Can you help me with something?”
Rohan ek jhatke mein apni chair se khada hua, jaise use koi lottery lag gayi ho. “Ji… ji Geeti ma’am? Order kijiye.”
Geeti ne thoda sa aage lean karke floor ki taraf dekha, aur phir apni gehri, nashili aankhon se Rohan ke laal ho chuke chehre ko dekhte hue boli,
“Mera payal slip ho kar neeche gir gaya hai. Main agar khud neeche jhukungi toh saree ka pallu aur plates kharab ho jayenge... thoda help kar doge mera?”
Rohan ke chehre par ek second ke liye surprise aur shock aaya. Ek senior, married bank manager use apne paon ke paas jhukne ke liye bol rahi thi! Usne jhat se haan mein sar hila diya. Woh dabe paon Geeti ke desk ke paas aaya aur bina kuch bole, bilkul uske paon ke paas ghutnon ke bal neeche jhuk gaya.
Geeti ne apni leather chair ko ek inch peeche khiska diya, taaki Rohan ke liye uske paon ke paas poori jagah ban jaye. Phir, jaan-boojh kar aur poore hosh-o-hawas mein, usne apni peach chiffon saree ke bottom pleats aur silk petticoat dono ko thoda upar utha diya—bas itna ki uski gori, chikni pindleeyan aur ancle clear dikhai dene lagein.
Rohan ne floor se silver payal uthayi. Uske haath aisi buri tarah kaamp rahe the ki payal ki chains aapas mein bajne lagi thin.
Geeti ne dheere se apna right leg thoda aage khiska kar Rohan ke chehre ke bilkul saamne kiya aur halka sa utha kar boli:
“Yahan pehena do… thoda dhyan se, clasp tight kar dena.”
Rohan ne kaampte haathon se payal ko Geeti ke paon ke paas laaya. Uski garam, mardana ungliyan Geeti ke soft, gora skin se pehli baar touch hui. Geeti ke jism mein ek zordar current daud gaya. Rohan ka touch thoda garam aur aag se bhara tha.




Jab Rohan payal pehenane ke liye aage jhuka hua tha, Geeti ne mauke ka faida uthaya. Usne apni saree aur petticoat ko ek inch aur upar khiska diya. Ab uske paon ke upar wala hissa—thoda sa calf se upar, almost knee ke neeche tak—poori tarah se us young intern ki aakhon ke saamne tha. Soft fair skin, aur uske upar halka sa petticoat ka lace.
Rohan ka saans poori tarah se ataq gaya.
Us angle se, neeche se jhuke hue, use Geeti ke dono gori thighs ke beech ka woh shadowed space bhi halka sa dikhne laga tha. Peach chiffon saree ka shadow, petticoat ka soft inner fabric, aur uske andar… uski tight silk black panty ka ek chhotasa lacey edge.
Bas ek micro-second ke liye.
Lekin ek hungry intern ko pagal karne ke liye woh ek second hi kaafi tha.
Rohan ke haath wahi freeze ho gaye. Payal ka hook abhi tak band nahi hua tha. Usne kaampte hue garden utha kar upar dekha—Geeti upar se apni jhuki hui gehri nazron se use hi dekh rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein koi gussa ya sharm nahi thi. Sirf ek shant, behaya aur makkhar smile thi—ek open challenge.
Geeti ne bilkul madhoshi bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Ho gaya kya, Rohan?”
Rohan jaise jhatke se hosh mein aaya. Usne jaldi se kaampte anguthe se payal ka clasp band kiya aur jhatse khada ho gaya. Uske dono gaal tamatar ki tarah laal the, maathe par paseene ki boondein thin, aur uske trousers ke front part mein ek heavy bulge saaf dikh raha tha.
“Ho… ho gaya ma’am,” usne ek dabi hui, ghabraayi hui phusphusahat mein kaha.



Geeti ne sukoon se apni saree ki pleats ko neeche kiya, apne pallu ko theek kiya aur normal tone mein boli, “Thank you so much, Rohan. You are very helpful.”
Rohan tezz kadmon se wapas apne desk par bhaaga. Is baar usne mud kar dekhne ki himmat nahi ki. Uski jawani us senior hot wife ke aage ghutne tek chuki thi.
Geeti apni chair par baithi rahi.
Uske dil ki dhadkan tezz chal rahi thi. Usne feel kiya ki uski black silk panty ab pehle se kahin zyada wet aur chipchipi ho chuki thi. Apne se chhote umar ke ek mard ko apne paon ke neeche jhuka kar uski aakhon mein tharak aur laachari dekhna… use ek alag hi level ka nasha de raha tha.
Use ahsaas hua ki use kisi ek mard ya kisi ek message ki zarurat nahi thi—woh toh ek aisi hotwife ban chuki thi jo jahan chahe, jis mard ko chahe, apne ek ishare par apne paon mein jhuka sakti thi.
Usne handbag se phone nikaala, Instagram story folder khola, aur bina kisi captions ke sirf apne paon mein pehni us silver anklet aur gori ancle ka ek close-up click kiya.
Story upload hote hi usne phone face-down rakha, ek gehri saans li, aur computer screen par ledger entries dekhne lagi.
Lekin uske laal hothon par jo ek ghamandi aur behaya muskaan aayi thi, woh shaam tak nahi hatne wali thi.


Rohan jab apne desk par wapas aakar baitha, toh Geeti ne apni screen ke reflection se notice kiya ki us intern ka chehra ab bhi tamatar ki tarah laal tha. Woh laptop ke keyboard par apni ungliyan chalane ki acting kar raha tha, lekin uski ungliyan kaamp rahi thin aur woh baar-baar wrong keys press kar raha tha. Uski saansain abhi bhi bhari thin. Har do-teen minute mein woh paas rakhi steel water bottle uthata, ek bada sa ghoont gale se neeche utarta, aur phir se screen par aankhein gada leta. Uski nazar mein ek aisi pareshani aur behayai thi jo sirf tab aati hai jab koi ladka apni jawani par control khone lagta hai.
Geeti apna banking verification work karti rahi, lekin uski nazrein har thodi der mein us young intern ke helpless posture par ja kar ruk jaati thin.
Takriban bees minute baad Rohan achanak apni chair se jhatke se utha. Usne kursi ko peeche dhakela, aur bina kisi ki taraf dekhe tezz kadmon se corridor ki taraf nikal gaya. Geeti ne apni jagah se dekha—woh seedha staff executive bathroom ki taraf ja raha tha.
Geeti ka dil ekdum se tezz dhadakne laga. Uski chhati ke neeche ek aisi warmth uthi jo seedhe uski petticoat ke andar tak phail gayi.
Woh ek aurat thi, aur woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki ek 22 saal ka ladka, abhi-abhi uske paon ke paas jhukne, uski gori taanghon ko dekhne, aur uski black silk panty ka lacey edge dekhne ke baad, itni tezi mein bathroom kyun gaya hoga.
Paanch-saat minute tak bathroom ka darwaza band raha.
Jab Rohan wapas aaya, toh uska chehra pehle se kahin zyada flushed aur laal tha. Uski forehead aur upper lip par paseene ki halki boondein chamak rahi thin. Usne apni white shirt ke top collar ko ungliyon se thoda dheela kiya, ek gehri saans li, aur wapas apni chair par baith kar files mein khud ko busy dikhane ka naatak karne laga. Lekin uski aankhon ki stability khone lagi thi—woh poori tarah se ek oragasm ke baad wale hangover mein tha.
Geeti ne yeh sab ek-ek micro-detail mein observe kiya.
Uske dimaag mein ek bilkul clear, nangi picture ban gayi—Rohan bathroom ke andar locked door ke peeche khada hokar, apni pant ko neeche karke, abhi-abhi Geeti ke paon, uski silver anklet ki chhan-chhan, uski upar uthi hui peach chiffon saree, aur us black panty ke kinare ko yaad karte hue apne aap ko strokes de raha hoga... uske naam par apna paani chhod raha hoga.
Geeti ke dono gaal aag ki tarah garam ho gaye.
Ek ajeeb si sharm, behayai, aur behad ghamand dono ek saath uske andar uthe. Usne socha—*“Woh abhi-abhi... mere naam par... mere paon ke baare mein soch kar... bathroom mein stroke karke aaya hai?”*
Uske andar ek strange, addictive satisfaction thi. Itna young, handsome ladka, uske ek chhote se payal pehenane wale khel se itna out of control ho gaya ki usko bathroom jaakar apne aap ko release karna pada.
Geeti ne sharm se apni aankhein jhuka liin. Uski silk panty pehle se hi geeli thi, ab is khayal ne uske jism ko aur zyada sensitive aur wet bana diya. Usne apni chair par thoda sa position shift kiya, apni gori thighs ko aapas mein kas ke press kiya taaki uski wetness thodi settle ho sake.
Usne phone uthaya aur Arjun ke WhatsApp draft mein ek line type ki, lekin send nahi ki. Bas draft mein save chhod diya taaki baad mein Soham ko dikha sake:
> *“Someone just went to the office washroom to relieve himself... just by looking at my ankles under the desk.”*
> 
Phir usne phone face-down rakha aur deep breath li.
Tabhi uske desk par rakha internal intercom shrill sound ke saath baj utha.
Geeti ne receiver uthaya. “Hello?”
“Geeti ji, Raghavan sir ne aapko bulaya hai. Unke private cabin mein right now,” reception se manager ki aawaz aayi.
Geeti thoda surprise hui. Raghavan sahab aaj subah se hi thode alag, silent mood mein the. Unhone morning audit meeting mein Geeti se kam baat ki thi, lekin unki gehri, tharki nazrein baar-baar Geeti ke blouse aur uski kamar par aakar rukti rahi thin.
Woh apni chair se uthi, saree ki pleats ko theek kiya, pallu ko waist chain par adjust kiya, aur senior manager ke private cabin ki taraf chal di.
Cabin ka heavy wooden door half-open tha. Geeti ne door par do baar halki si knock ki.
“Aaiye, Geeti ji,” Raghavan ki gehri, authoritarian aawaz andar se aayi.
Geeti andar gayi aur darwaza halka sa peeche push kar diya. Raghavan apne bade executive leather chair par baithe the. Unhone apna dark suit jacket utar kar sofa par phenk rakha tha, aur unki white shirt ke sleeves elbow tak roll up the. Table par Q2 corporate files open thin.
“Baithiye, Geeti,” unhone apni bhari aawaz mein kaha, bina kisi औपचारिक smile ke.
Geeti ne unke saamne wali leather chair par baithte hue notice kiya ki Raghavan ki nazrein uske chehre se hoti hui neeche jhukin—uske deep-cut neckline, collarbone, aur blouse ke tight curve par—aur phir slow motion mein wapas uski aankhon mein aayi.
“Ek bahut bada corporate portfolio project aa raha hai,” Raghavan ne seedhe point par aate hue kaha, unki tone mein ek senior boss ka authority tha. “Next week se start hoga. Client Singapore-based hai, heavy balance sheet hai. Main chahta hoon aap isme lead team member bano.”
Geeti ne apni professional, polished tone mein kaha, “Ji sir, thank you. Main bilkul ready hoon.”




Raghavan table par thoda aage jhuke. Unki aawaz thodi low aur private ho gayi, jaise cabin ke andar sirf wahi dono the.
“Is project mein late sittings bhi hongi, Geeti. Shaam ko 7-8 baje tak. Kabhi-kabhi poora office almost empty hoga... aalok aur baaki staff chale jayenge. Main aur aap... aur shayad ek-do aur log. Aapko late rukne mein koi problem toh nahi?”
Geeti ne unki gehri, laalchi aankhon mein dekha. Unki nazar mein sirf official banking work nahi tha. Ek aisi garmi aur physical attraction tha jo pichhle kuch hafton se slowly build ho raha tha. Raghavan us par apna authority use kar rahe the.
Geeti ne halka sa sar hilaya, uski aawaz mein ek subtle, professional acceptance tha. “Mujhe koi problem nahi hai, sir. Work comes first.”
Raghavan ke hothon par ek makkhar aur satisfied smile aa gayi. “Bahut achha. Toh aaj shaam ko 6:30 ke around mere cabin mein rukna. Detailed briefing karni hai... jab baaki sabhi branch wale nikal jayenge.”
Geeti ne “Ji sir” kaha aur apni chair se uthne lagi.
Jab woh darwaze ki taraf mud kar jaane lagi, Raghavan ne peeche se unhe roka.
“Geeti...”
Geeti ruki, aur mud kar dekha.
Raghavan ne uski peach chiffon saree, uske gora neck, aur uski patli kamar par ek lambi, hungry nazar daali.
“Aaj ki saree... color bahut soft hai. Aur aap par bahut suit kar raha hai.”
Geeti ne sirf ek sharmili aur icy smile ke saath kaha, “Thank you, sir,” aur cabin se bahar corridor mein aa gayi.
Corridor ke cool AC atmosphere mein aate hi usne ek gehri, bhari saans li. Uski chest fast-rate par move kar rahi thi.
Pehle ek young intern ne desk ke neeche paon dekh kar bathroom mein masturbate kiya...
Aur ab uske senior boss ne empty office mein late-sitting ke bahane use cabin mein akele rokne ka plan bana liya tha.
Geeti ne apne handbag mein rakha phone tight pakda. Usne socha—aaj ka din uski behayai aur life ke liye thoda zyada dangerous aur erotic ho raha hai.
Lekin jab woh apne desk ki taraf badhi, toh uske gulabi hothon par jo ek gehri, ghamandi aur behaya muskaan aayi thi, usne use chhupane ki koi koshish nahi ki.

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Shaam ke 6:25 ho rahe the.

Bank ke expansive hall par ab shaam ka gahra andhera aur thandak utar aayi thi. Main floor ki zyadatar tubelights off ho chuki thin, sirf glass cabins aur exit doors ke paas ki warm yellow focus lights jal rahi thin. Day-shift ke officers aur clerks apne bags pack karke nikal chuke the. Sannate mein sirf do-teen desks par bache hue staff ki keyboard ticking aur neeche lobby mein baithe security guard ke kadmon ki aawaz aa rahi thi.
Geeti ne apni revolving chair par baithe hue system shutdown kiya, audit spreadsheets ki printouts ek sleek leather file mein collect kiin, aur apne pallu ko waist chain par adjust karte hue Raghavan ke private executive cabin ki taraf chal di.
Uska dil uske deep-neck blouse ke andar asadharn tezi se dhadak raha tha. Aaj subah se lekar ab tak ka din ek toofan ki tarah guzra tha—Rohan ka desk ke neeche paon par nazrein tikana, uska ek payal pehenane ke bahane taanghon ko dekh kar bathroom jaakar masturbate karna, aur ab yeh empty office mein late-sitting briefing. Yeh sab milkar Geeti ke jism ko ek aisi extreme sensitivity par le aaye the jahan uski petticoat ke andar ki silk panty lagatar geeli ho rahi thi.
Usne cabin ke frosted glass door par apni gori, chikni ungliyon se do baar halki si knock ki.
Thok... thok.
“Aaiye, Geeti... door lock mat karna, bas halka sa latch par chhod do,” Raghavan ki gehri, bhari aawaz andar se aayi.
Geeti ne darwaza khola aur andar entry ki. Cabin ka mahaul dopahar ke muqable poori tarah badal chuka tha. Raghavan ne apna formal suit jacket aur tie bilkul hata kar leather sofa par phenk rakha tha. Unki white formal shirt ke top do buttons khule hue the, jisse unki chhati ke baal halki si jhalak de rahe the, aur sleeves elbows tak folded thin. Executive table par ek sleek laptop, do crystal glasses, aur corner mein ek single-malt scotch ki bottle rakhi thi—jo banking hours ke dauran pehle kabhi nahi dikhi thi.
“Baithiye,” Raghavan ne apni chair se khade hote hue kaha. Unki aawaz mein normal boss wali authority nahi, balki ek aisi alpha-male garmi thi jo seedhe skin ko hit karti thi.
Geeti unke saamne wali mahogany chair par baithi. Usne notice kiya ki cabin ka door poori tarah band nahi tha—halka sa half-inch ka gap tha. Corridor se abhi bhi ek-do staff members ki chappalon ki aawaz aur keyboard typing ki sound aa rahi thi. Iska matlab office abhi poori tarah khaali nahi hua tha. Kahi na kahi yeh darr aur thrill uske jism ko aur zyada sensitive bana raha tha.
Raghavan laptop ko ghumakar Geeti ki taraf karte hue bole, “Yeh Singapore portfolio project bahut high-stakes hai, Geeti. Isme numbers ke sath-sath emotional intelligence bhi chahiye.”
Woh apni chair se uthe aur slow-motion mein Geeti ke peeche aakar khade ho gaye. Laptop screen par figures dikhate hue woh itna paas aa gaye ki unke heavy masculine body ki garmi aur unke costly woody cologne ki smell Geeti ke hawas par chhane lagi.
“Yahan dekhiye...” Raghavan ne kaha, aur apna right hand Geeti ke left shoulder ke paas se nikaal kar laptop screen par point kiya.
Is movement mein unki shirt ki baazu aur unki garm, mardana wrist Geeti ke khule, chikne baalon aur gale ke soft skin se touch ho gayi.
Geeti ki saans ek second ke liye chest mein hi ataq gayi. Uski aakhon ke samne dhundlapan chhane laga.



Raghavan ne uski is reaction ko turant notice kiya, lekin apna haath peeche hatane ke bajaye thoda aur aage jhuke. Ab unka broad, heavy chest Geeti ki nangi peeth aur chiffon saree ke pallu se poori tarah press ho raha tha. Unki garm, bhari saansain Geeti kaan ke piche, uske neck-line par padne lagi thin.

“Is project ki wajeh se aapko mere sath bahut saara private time spend karna padega, Geeti... Late nights... Empty offices... aur shayad weekends par private sittings bhi. Tell me honestly, kya aap mere sath itna close kaam karne ke liye ready ho?”
Geeti ne screen ki taraf dekhne ka naatak karte hue apni nazrein neeche kiin. Uski aawaz ek makhnooni whisper mein badal gayi, “Main aapke har instruction ke liye tayyar hoon, sir... Aap bas order kijiye.”
Geeti ke is openly submissive aur flirty jawab ne Raghavan ke andar ke mard ko aur aag laga di. Unka right hand jo ab tak shoulder par halka sa tikka tha, ab sliding motion mein neeche aaya. Unki ungliyan Geeti ke deep-neck blouse ke border, uski exposed bare collarbone, aur gori neck par dheere-dheere ghumne lagi. Unka thumbs uske throat ke paas ki soft skin ko masalne laga.
“Aapki aaj ki yeh soft peach saree...” Raghavan ne unke kaan ke lobe par apne hoth almost touch karte hue phusphusaya, “bahut zyada distracting hai. Aur yeh jo kamar par silver waist chain pehni hai aapne... yeh kya mujhe pareshan karne ke liye pehni hai?”
Geeti ne ek gehri, bhari saans khinchi. Uski nipples uske padded black bra aur blouse ke fabric ke andar teer ki tarah hard ho chuki thin. Uski petticoat ke andar ek aisi aag machi ki usne chair par baithe hue apni taanghon ko ek doosre se aur tight press kar liya. Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki agar woh abhi ek jhatke mein khadi ho jaye ya strictly “Sir, please limit state mein rahiye” bol de, toh Raghavan peeche hat jayenge. Lekin Soham ki di hui behayai ki taaleem aur uske apne andar ke pyase jism ne use wahi rok kar rakha.
Usne apna sar thoda piche tilt kiya, unke bare chest par apna head rest karte hue sharmili aawaz mein bola, “Kamarbandh toh ladies pehenti hi hain sir... Lekin agar aapko distracting lag raha hai, toh main kal se utar doon?”
Raghavan ne ek gehri, ghurraahat bhari aawaz nikaali. “Don’t you dare... Yeh chain aapki is gori kamar par itni behaya lagti hai ki mera dimaag kaam karna band kar deta hai.”
Raghavan ka haath ab uske shoulder se neeche slip hote hue, uski patli waist chain par aa gaya. Unki mardana, garamdungliyan saree ke translucent fabric ke piche se Geeti ki gori, chikni kamar ki bare skin ko dabaney lagi. Woh silver chain unki ungliyon ke neeche press ho rahi thi.
“Sir...” Geeti ke mukh se ek dabi hui, behaya aah nikal gayi, lekin us aawaz mein koi resistance nahi tha, sirf ek open invitation tha.
Raghavan ne ab koi doori nahi rakhi. Unhone Geeti ko peeche se apni dono baahon ke ghere mein kas liya. Unka ek haath uski kamar par waist chain ko pakde hue tha aur doosra haath aage se aakar uske deep-neck blouse ke upar, uski chhati ke bilkul paas pressure banane laga. Unke hoth Geeti ke gaalon se ghisate hue uske gulabi hothon ke behad kareeb aa gaye.



Dono ki saansain aapas mein mix ho rahi thin. Raghavan ke hoth Geeti ke upper lip ko chhoone hi wale the, ek passion-filled deep kiss hone hi wali thi ki...

Tap... tap... tap...
Corridor se kisi ke heavy boots ki aawaz exact cabin ke darwaze ke paas aakar ruki.
“Good night, Raghavan sir! Main lockup check karke nikal raha hoon!” Senior clerk Aalok ki aawaz darwaze ke half-open gap se andar aayi.
Isse pehle ki Aalok ki nazar cabin ke andar jaye ya woh door push kare, Raghavan ne apne extreme reflex ka use kiya. Unhone Geeti ko apni baahon mein kas kar uthaya nahi, balki use turant chhod kar ek step peeche back-track kar gaye. Par unhone Geeti ke kandhe ko ek secondary support ki tarah pakde rakha taaki aisa lage ki woh sirf laptop screen par koi file point kar rahe hain.
Geeti ki chest fast speed par upar-neeche ho rahi thi, uske hoth open the, aur gaal tamatar ki tarah laal the.
Raghavan ne apni tone ko instant 180-degree change karke bilkul formal, strict managerial voice mein badla, “Yeah, Aalok! Good night. Glass doors lock kar dena aur guard ko keys handover kar do. Geeti ji aur main 10 minutes mein audit wrap up karke nikal rahe hain.”
“Okay sir, Good night Geeti ma’am!” Aalok ne corridor se hi kaha aur uske kadmon ki aawaz main lobby ki taraf badh gayi.
Cabin mein once again ek heavy, suffocating silence chha gayi.
Aalok ke jaate hi Raghavan ne ek gehri saans li, lekin is baar unhone Geeti ko fir se physical grab nahi kiya. Unke hothon par ek makkhar, victorious aur pyasi muskaan thi. Woh jaante the ki Geeti poori tarah se unke control mein aa chuki thi aur usne unke kisi bhi touch ka protest nahi kiya tha.
Raghavan ne Geeti ke laal ho chuke chehre, uske kaampte hue lower lip, aur uske hilti hui chhati par ek lambi, hungry nazar daali.
“I think hume is briefing ko yahan halt karna chahiye, Geeti...” Raghavan ne apni shirt ke top button ko ungli se sambhalte hue ek husky voice mein kaha. “Agar main do minute aur nahi ruka, toh main is cabin ke glass door ko lock karke aapko is executive table par hi litaye bina nahi chhod paunga.”
Geeti ka poora jism is statement se kaamp utha.
Raghavan thoda aage jhuke aur Geeti ke kaan mein phusphusaye, “Kal shaam ko exact 6:30 baje fir se mere cabin mein aana. Tab tak ke liye... control yourself. Baaki ki briefing hum kal yahin poori karenge.”
Geeti ne kaampte haathon se apni audit files ko apne chest se chipkaya. Uske paon itne weak aur unstable ho chuke the ki woh badi mushkil se khadi ho paayi. Usne sirf ek sharmili, wet, aur behaya nazar Raghavan ki laal aakhon par daali.
“Ji... ji sir. Kal shaam... 6:30 baje,” Geeti ne ek dabi hui tone mein bola.
Jab woh darwaze ke handle par haath rakh kar cabin se bahar nikalne lagi, Raghavan ne peeche se ek final shot mara.
“Geeti...”
Geeti ne darwaze ke paas ruk kar peeche dekha.
Raghavan unke paon mein pehni silver payal aur unki kamarbandh ki taraf dekhte hue bole, “Aapki payal ki chhan-chhan aur aapki yeh waist chain kal shaam ko mere cabin mein rehni chahiye. Don’t forget.”
Geeti ne koi jawab nahi diya. Sirf apne gulabi hothon ko daanton tale dabaya, ek halki si sharmili smile di, aur cabin se bahar corridor mein nikal aayi.
Corridor ke cool AC mein aate hi Geeti ne diwar ke cold surface se apni peeth tek di. Uski taangein itni zyada kaamp rahi thin ki use laga woh wahi floor par baith jayegi. Uski silk panty poori tarah se uski wetness se soak ho chuki thi.
Woh diwar se tiki hui gehri saansain leti rahi.
Woh achhi tarah samajh chuki thi.
Raghavan ab use koi escape route nahi dene wale the. Woh ek predator ki tarah use time de rahe the, use tarasa rahe the.
Lekin jaldi hi... shayad kal shaam ko hi... woh use is empty office ke executive cabin mein poori tarah se reclaim kar lenge.
Aur sabse ajeeb aur khaufnak baat yeh thi ki Geeti ke andar is khayal se koi darr nahi tha—balki ek behaya, dark, aur extreme sexual excitement ka toofan mach raha tha jo use Soham ki ek perfect, unstoppable hotwife bana raha tha.

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Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Ek lambe break ke baad next chapter live hai. Please ek minute nikal kar comment karke apna feedback zaroor dena. Aapke comments hi mujhe aage likhne ka motivation dete hain, toh agar engagement kam raha toh story aage continue nahi ho payegi. Thank you for all the support!

[Joker44]

Geeti jab ghar ke main mahogany door se andar ghusi, toh lobby aur living room ki lights bohut dim thin. Sirf ceiling par ek chhota sa warm night bulb jal raha tha, jisse poore hall mein ek mysterious shadow bani hui thi. Usne ek-ek karke apni high heels utaari aur unhe wooden rack par side mein rakho. Uski aakhon ne sabse pehle entrance console bar par Soham ke leather shoes aur car ki keys dhoondhi—par woh jagah poori tarah khali thi.

Aaj Soham ghar par nahi tha.
Geeti ke mukh se ek gehri, garam saans nikli. Use samajh nahi aaya ki yeh ek tarah ka relief tha ya Soham ke physical presence ki kami ka ehsaas. Usne apna heavy handbag sofa par phenka aur slow steps ke sath living room ki taraf badhi.
Hall ke corner mein L-shaped plush sofa par uski younger sister-in-law, Amrita baithi hui thi. Laptop uski godi mein tha, aur surrounding tables par political science ki thick reference books aur notebooks khuli hui thin. Uski messy hair bun mein ek wooden pencil atki hui thi. Jab Geeti ke payal ki halki chhan-chhan ki sound aayi, toh Amrita ne laptop screen se nazrein utha kar ek warm, innocent muskaan di.
“Aaj toh bohut late ho gayi didi,” Amrita ne books ko thoda side karte hue kaha. “Office mein kuch zyada hi workload tha kya aaj?”
Geeti ne ek bohut hi graceful aur normal professional smile di, jaise aaj ka din bilkul ordinary bank routine jaisa raha ho. “Haan re... project audits chal rahe hain aur Raghavan sir ne naya international corporate account assign kiya hai. Pura din files mein hi nikal gaya.”
Amrita ne laptop screen fold karke band ki aur ek gehri yawn li. “Chalo achha hua aap aa gayi. Main bhi padh-padh ke thak gayi hoon. Ek-ek cup adrak wali chai banate hain?”
Dono kitchen ki taraf badh gayi.
Geeti ne gas stove on kiya, stainless steel pan mein doodh aur paani ka ratio daala. Amrita glass shelf se ceramic cups nikaalne lagi. Bahar se dekhne par yeh ek bilkul normal, domestic household routine tha—do auras kitchen mein chai bana rahi thin. Lekin Geeti ke saree aur petticoat ke andar jo chal raha tha, woh is normal environment se hazaaron miles door tha.
Subah se lekar abhi tak jo kuch bhi hua tha, woh uske jism ke andar ek continuous high-voltage sexual current ki tarah daud raha tha.
Arjun ke woh hungry, dirty WhatsApp audio notes...
Rohan ka desk ke neeche uski taanghon ko dekhte hue pante hona aur phir bathroom jaakar masturbate karna...
Raghavan ka late-sitting ke bahane executive cabin mein uski waist chain ko pakad kar peeche se chipakna...
Aur Instagram story par hazaron perverted laondon ke aane wale continuous likes aur dirty DMs...
Yeh saare incidents uske lower abdomen aur thighs ke beech ek heavy, throbbing pressure banaye hue the. Saree ke neeche silk petticoat aur uski lacey black panty pehle se hi uski apni natural wetness se soak ho chuki thi. Jab bhi woh chai ke pan ko hilane ke liye move karti, fabric uski sensitive, overheated skin se chipak kar use continuously uski behayai ki yaad dilata.
Amrita spoon se adrak ko crush karte hue bol rahi thi, “Didi, mera semester exam next month hai. Indian Polity aur International Relations ka syllabus itna baaki hai ki dimaag phat raha hai...”
Geeti bas “Hmm... Haan... Bilkul ho jayega” karti rahi. Ek-do baar usne forcingly smile bhi kiya. Lekin uski gehri, kaajli aankhein baar-baar blank ho jaati thin.
Woh dil hi dil mein soch rahi thi—'Agar is innocent Amrita ko zara sa bhi pata chal jaye ki uski yeh sanskari, bank manager didi abhi kuch ghante pehle apne ek 22-year-old intern ko desk ke neeche paon par jhuka kar aag lagakar aayi hai... Ya yeh ki uska senior manager cabin mein uske hothon ke paas apni saansain chhod raha tha... toh iska kya reaction hoga?'
Pan mein doodh ke ubalne ki aawaz aur uski bhaap ne Geeti ko sudden real world mein wapas laaya. Usne gas flame dim ki.
Amrita ne chai ko cups mein strainer se chaante hue pucha, “Aaj Soham bhaiya itne late kyun hain? Unka toh 8 baje tak aane ka timing tha na?”
“Unka ek Singapore client ke saath dinner meeting tha,” Geeti ne bina kisi hesitate ke ek convincing jhoot bol diya. Asli baat yeh thi ki Soham ne shaam ko hi use message karke subtle instructions de diye the ki woh aaj raat jaan-boojh kar late aayega. Soham chahta tha ki Geeti din bhar ke public exposure, Raghavan ke touches, aur Rohan ke perverted acts ke excitement ke saath ghar par akele baith kar tadpe aur apni wetness ko fully feel kare.
Dono ceramic cups utha kar living room ke sofa par aa baithin. Amrita apne exam tension aur syllabus ke baare mein lagatar bolti rahi. Geeti uski baatein sunne ka naatak kar rahi thi, lekin uska left hand baar-baar uski peach chiffon saree ke upar se uski gori thigh par chala jaata. Kabhi fabric ko halka sa press karti, toh kabhi bas ungliyon se tracing karti.
Ek moment par toh Geeti ne apni aankhein band karke apni saans rok li, kyunki uske dimaag mein Raghavan ki un mardana ungliyon ka touch aur unke heavy chest ki garmi fir se play hone lagi thi.
Amrita ne achanak apni cup table par rakhi aur gaur se Geeti ke laal ho chuke chehre ko dekha. “Didi, aap theek ho na? Aapka chehra bohut flushed lag raha hai aur aap thodi distracted ho aaj.”
Geeti ne turant apne face par ek normal, tired look laya. “Haan re... bas headache ho raha hai thoda. Office project ka sudden workload aur late sitting ki wajeh se exhaustion hai.”
Amrita ne sympathetically smile kiya. “Oh, phir aap jaldi change karke so jaao. Main bhi yeh chapter complete karke apne room mein chali jaati hoon.”
Thodi der baad Amrita apna laptop aur notebooks samet kar apne guest bedroom mein chali gayi aur darwaza andar se lock hone ki halki *click* sound aayi.
Amrita ke room mein jaate hi poore hall aur lobby mein ek heavy, suffocating silence phail gayi.
Geeti sofa par akeli baithi rahi.
Usne aahista se apni dono taanghon ko thoda spread kiya. Peach saree ki bottom pleats aur petticoat ka neeche wala edge thoda upar uth gaya. Usne apni gori ungliyon se apni inner thigh ke bare skin ko touch kiya—skin aag ki tarah garam thi aur panty ka area bilkul damp ho chuka tha.
Usne handbag se apna encrypted phone nikaala.
Arjun ke messages, Instagram ke naye notifications, aur Soham ki shared Drive link screen par blink kar rahe the.
Geeti ne ek gehri, pyasi saans khinchi aur aaspas ke sannate ko dekha.
Aaj raat Soham ghar par nahi tha.
Amrita apne room mein locked thi.
Aur woh khud... ek extreme, uncontrollable sexual arousal ke peak par khadi thi.
Usne apne master bedroom ke dark passage ki taraf dekha, jahan dressing mirror aur uska king-size bed uska wait kar rahe the. Uski saansain tezz ho chuki thin, aur woh jaanti thi ki aaj ki raat bina apne jism ko santusht kiye khatam nahi hone wali thi.




Geeti sofa se uthi aur dheere-dheere apne master bedroom ki taraf badhi.

Har kadam ke saath uski gori thighs ke beech ki garmi thodi aur badh rahi thi. Hallway se guzarte hue usne dekha ki Amrita ke room ke door ke neeche se light aa rahi thi aur keyboard ki halki si clicking sound sunai de rahi thi—woh apni padhai mein busy thi. Ghar ka baaki hissa bilkul shant aur andhere mein dooba hua tha.
Bedroom mein enter karte hi usne piche se door push kiya aur lock ko turn kar diya.
Click.
Us metallic click ki aawaz ne hi Geeti ke dil ki dhadkan ko tezz kar diya. Door lock hone ka matlab tha ki ab woh is room ke andar poori tarah se azaad thi—apni behayai aur apni pyas ke saath.
Geeti ne dressing table ke bade oval mirror ke saamne khade hokar khud ko dekha. Usne peach chiffon saree pehle hi sofa par utaar kar phenk di thi. Ab uske jism par sirf ek sleeveless, tight black crop top tha—jo uske bhari, ras-bhare breasts ko upar ki taraf push karke ek deep cleavage line bana raha tha—aur neeche uska soft grey silk petticoat, jo uski patli kamar aur silver waist chain par teka hua tha. Uski payal ki chhan-chhan is shant kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Baal thode bikhre hue the, aur chehre par din bhar ke public exposure aur tension ke saath-saath ek aisa laalima rang tha jo sirf tab aata hai jab kisi aurat ke andar kaamna ka toofan ubal raha ho.
Usne apne handbag se encrypted phone nikaala.
Sabse pehle WhatsApp khola. Soham ka last message flickering screen par chamak raha tha:

Soham: Client call lambi chalegi, thoda late ho jaunga. Tum mera wait mat karna... aaram se rehna aur distraction enjoy karna.

Geeti ne screen ko ghoorte hue gehri saans li. Woh achhi tarah samajh gayi—Soham ne jaan-boojh kar use aaj raat is aag mein akela chhoda tha. Woh chahta tha ki Geeti apne andar ke is behaya jaanwar ko bahar nikaale.
Phir usne Instagram app open kiya.
Uska secret account—@DesiHotwife_G.
Followers 4,187 cross kar chuke the. Notifications tab par red dot phatne ko tha.
Usne profile layout par click kiya. Hazaaron anonymous mardon ke DMs, compliments, aur dirty fantasies se inbox bhara pada tha.
Geeti bed ke soft mattress par baith gayi, phone ko dono kaampte haathon mein pakde hue. Uski silk panty uski apni wetness se poori tarah chipak chuki thi. Uske dimaag mein ek khayal baar-baar chal raha tha:
'Aaj Soham ghar par nahi hai... Amrita apne room mein locked hai... Aur main itni zyada horny hoon ki shaanti se baith nahi pa rahi...'
Usne pehle socha ki hamesha ki tarah bas solo touching karke, Soham ke bheje hue audio notes sunkar so jaye. Lekin uske andar ka naya aurat-roop, jo pichhle kuch dino se mardon ki tharki nazron se feed ho raha tha, ab bas itne se satisfied hone ko tayyar nahi tha. Use kuch aur chahiye tha. Ek extreme level ka nasha.
Live Stream.
Sirf ek baar.
Face bilkul nahi dikhana.
Sirf body curves.
Sirf utna hi exposure jitna woh khud control kar sake.
Geeti turant uthi aur cupboard se ek bada, sheer black silk scarf nikaala. Usne mirror ke saamne khade hokar scarf se apne face ke lower half ko tightly wrap kar liya—uski naak, gulabi hoth, aur chin poori tarah cover ho gaye. Sirf uski gehri, kaajli aankhein, maatha aur bindi dikh rahi thin. Baal usne ek messy, high bun mein tie kar liye taaki koi facial identity na rahe.
Phir usne bedroom ki main ceiling lights off kar diin aur bed ke side-table par rakha dim yellow amber lamp on kar diya. Dim, warm lighting mein uska gora jism aur black top ka contrast behad sensual aur dangerous dikh raha tha.
Woh king-size bed ke edge par baith gayi. Phone ko front dresser mirror par angle karke aisi jagah set kiya taaki frame mein uska face kam aur uski bare collarbone, deep cleavage, waist chain, aur petticoat ka curve zyada aaye. Crop top ka neckline pehle se hi kaafi deep tha. Usne apne petticoat ka dori/naada halka sa loose kar diya taaki uski silver waist chain bare skin par chamak sake.



Geeti ke chest ke andar uska dil kisi drum ki tarah pit raha tha.

Usne last time screen par flickering "Go Live" tab ko dekha—
'Geeti, agar yeh galat hai toh tu abhi ruk sakti hai... abhi bhi waqt hai...'
Lekin uske kaampte, behaya anguthe ne dimaag ki baat sunne se inkaar kar diya.
Usne "Start Live" button par click kar diya.
Ek second ke liye screen poori tarah black rahi.
Phir bright neon fonts mein likha aaya:
@DesiHotwife_G is live now
Geeti ki saansain ek micro-second ke liye gale mein hi ataq gayi.
Viewer count zero se start hua... 40… 90… 160… 350…
Numbers itni tezi se jump kar rahe the ki screen blur hone lagi.
Geeti ne abhi tak screen par kuch nahi bola tha, na hi koi movement ki thi. Woh bas wahan dim light mein baithi apni gehri saansain le rahi thi, jisse uski chhati upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
Lekin comments section mein toofan aa chuka tha.

@mumbai_beast: FUCKKKKK!! She is actually LIVE!!
@karan_bkc: Holy shit, the corporate queen is live on bed!
@tharki_insan: Show those soft breasts ma'am... open the crop top!
@anonymous_lover: Aapki waist chain dekh ke mera lund phat raha hai... Please move a bit!

Geeti ne dim yellow light mein camera lens ki taraf dekha.
Uske andar darr, sharm, aur ek extreme, uncontrollable sexual thrill ka aisa blast hua ki uske pooray jism par goosebumps aa gaye.
Aaj raat... woh ghar par akeli thi.
Amrita baahar thi, Soham late tha, aur hazaron anjaan mard use screen par live ghoor rahe the.
Aur usne final decision le liya tha ki aaj raat woh boundary ke us paar jaayegi.




Screen par jaise hi @DesiHotwife_G is live now ka bright neon marker active hua, Geeti ki chest ke andar ki saans ek micro-second ke liye gale mein hi ruk gayi.

Dim yellow amber light mein viewers ka digit meter kisi stopwatch ki tarah bhagne laga.
28… 67… 140… 210… 450…
Pehle 30 seconds ke andar hi 500 se zyada online perverts uski stream par aakar chipak chuke the. Phir aag ki tarah numbers udne lage — 800… 1,200… 1,800+.
Comments ki frequency aur speed itni extreme thi ki phone screen par bottom-to-top texts ka ek toofan sa aa gaya tha. Hazaaron anjaan mard uske ghar, uske bed, aur uske jism ki private boundary mein digital entry kar chuke the.

@mumbai_hunter88: FUCKKKK! She is actually LIVE on bed!!
@bkc_corporate_guy: Face covered with silk scarf? So sexy! Bas body dikhao ma’am!
@desi_tharki_king: Black crop top mein cleavage kya lag raha hai... Fuck!
@night_rider_bom: Show us what you are hiding under that top baby...
@saree_lover_69: Aapki waist chain aur bare shoulders dekh ke lund phat raha hai... Please move a bit!

Geeti ne kaampte haathon se phone ka angle thoda aur adjust kiya. Strategic positioning aisi rakhi ki sheer black scarf ki wajah se uska face completely conceal rahe, lekin uski bare collarbone, deep cleavage line, aur silver waist chain camera frame ke bilkul center mein chamke.
Woh pehle kuch nahi boli, na hi koi body movement ki. Sirf bed par baithi rahi. Silk scarf ke peeche se uski saansain itni bhari aur tezz chal rahi thin ki uski chhati ka upar-neeche hona screen par crystal-clear visual capture de raha tha.
Lekin viewers aur comments ka pressure rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha.

“Move a little ma’am…”
“Slide that strap down…”
“Show us more cleavage…”

Geeti ke dono gaal face scarf ke andar aag ki tarah garam ho chuke the. Uske jism mein darr, public exposure, aur extreme arousal ka aisa cocktail ghul chuka tha ki uski petticoat ke andar ki panty wetness se poori tarah drenched ho chuki thi.
Usne dheere se apna left hand uthaya aur kaampthi ungliyon se black crop top ke thin shoulder strap ko pakda. Ek second ke liye usne apni aakhon ko band karke deep breath li… aur phir us strap ko dheere se apne gora, chikne shoulder se neeche slide kar diya.
Uska nanga shoulder aur bare arm frame mein aa gaye.




Live comments section almost explode ho gaya. Viewers count ek jhatke mein 2,300 cross kar gaya.

@karan_bkc: FUUUUCKKKK! That soft skin!!
@anonymous_dad: Slide the top down ma’am... please!
@tharki_insan: You are drive us crazy... doosra strap bhi hatao!

Geeti ke heartbeats uske ears mein goonj rahe thin. Usne screen par aane wale continuous stream of perverted texts ko padhte hue feel kiya ki uske nipples black crop top ke tight fabric ke andar teer ki tarah hard ho chuke the, jinki dark outline kapde ke upar saaf dikhne lagi thi.
Usne dimaag mein socha—'Bas, Geeti... itna exposure kaafi hai live ke liye.'
Lekin uske behaya ho chuke jism aur kaampte haathon ne dimaag ke saare controls ko side-line kar diya.
Usne slow-motion mein apne dono haath aage kiye aur crop top ke bottom edge ko pakda. Camera lens ki taraf apni gehri, kaajli aankhon se dekhte hue, usne top ko slowly upar ki taraf khiskaana shuru kiya.
Pehle uski gori, chikni upper ribs aur tight stomach exposed hua...
Phir deep underboob curve...
Aur jab usne top ko apne breasts ke bilkul bottom boundary tak lift kar diya, toh uski heavy, soft cleavage aur aadha naked chest soft yellow lamp light mein poori tarah flash hone laga. Bra nahi pehni hui thi. Sirf uske jism ka natural, ras-bhara shape aur gora texture screen par chamak raha tha.
Live viewers counter usi second jump karke 3,100+ ke paar nikal gaya.
Comments box ab out of control madness mein badal chuka tha:

@mumbai_hunter88: NO BRA?? HOLY SHIT SHE IS NUDE UNDERNEATH!
@desi_tharki_king: Those heavy, soft breasts... I want to bury my face in them right now!
@night_rider_bom: Lift it more baby! Open it completely!!
@saree_lover_69: I am stroking so hard right now looking at your cleavage...
@bkc_corporate_guy: You are the ultimate corporate hotwife... Please touch them!

Geeti ne top ko wahi hold karke rakha. Uski saansain scarf ke andar itni fast chal rahi thin ki uski bare chest ki movement screen par extreme sexual tension create kar rahi thi.
Uske andar ek aisi behayai ka nasha chadh raha tha jo usne life mein pehle kabhi feel nahi kiya tha.
Hazaaron unknown mard uske private bedroom mein... uske nange body curves ko dekh rahe the...
Uske gora jism ke baare mein gandi, behaya fantasies type kar rahe the...
Aur sabse dangerous baat—woh is public humiliation aur obsession ko poore jism se enjoy kar rahi thi.
Tabhi screen par ek highlighted comment float hua:

@tharki_insan: Touch yourself on camera ma'am... show us how wet you are...

Geeti ki ungliyan top ke fabric par kaampne lagiin.
Woh abhi tak sirf apna jism display kar rahi thi... lekin screen ke doosri taraf se aane wali is hazaaron mardon ki tharak ne uske jism mein aisi aag laga di thi ki uski thighs ke beech ka part ab unbearable level par demand kar raha tha.



Geeti ne apne black crop top ko abhi bhi upar uthaaye rakha tha. Uski bhari, soft breasts room ke dim amber light mein har tezz saans ke saath rise aur fall kar rahi thin. Live stream ke comments ki speed ab itni extreme ho chuki thi ki screen par texts blur dikh rahe the, par phir bhi kuch perverted comments uski aankhon ke bilkul saamne highlighted float ho rahe the:

@tharki_insan: Hand andar daalo… petticoat ke andar. Please.
@bkc_corporate_guy: Touch yourself for us hot wife... show us how dirty you are!
@desi_tharki_king: We want to see your body reacting live... finger yourself!

Geeti ki saans ek micro-second ke liye gale mein hi ruk gayi. Uski chhati ka upar-neeche hona aur tezz ho gaya. Uskay dimaag mein din bhar ke saare gande scenes ek saath flash karne lage—
Arjun ka audio note aur uski hungry ungliyan...
Rohan ka table ke neeche pante hona aur bathroom jaakar stroke karna...
Raghavan ke mardana haath ka uski waist chain par dabav...
Aur ab yeh 4,000 se zyada online mard jo uske room ke andar use live dekh rahe the.
Usne kaampte hue apna right hand top se hataaya. Crop top ka ek hissa lower breast par tika raha, lekin uski deep, bare cleavage camera frame mein waisi hi exposed rahi. Phir usne apna right hand neeche le jaakar grey silk petticoat ke naade ke paas rakha.
Usne ek second ke liye screen par aate comments ko dekha... aur phir apni gori ungliyon ko petticoat ke andar ghusaa diya.
Screen par clearly visible tha ki uska pura haath silk fabric ke neeche vanish ho gaya hai. Petticoat ke soft kapde ke upar se uski ungliyon ki dynamic, rhythmic movement aur speed saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Live chat section mein jaise ek uncontrollable blast ho gaya:

@mumbai_hunter88: HOLY FUCKKK!! SHE PUT HER HAND INSIDE!!
@karan_bkc: Her hand is literally inside her petticoat on LIVE!!
@night_rider_bom: Finger yourself baby... don't stop!!
@anonymous_dad: This is the hottest, dirtiest thing I've ever seen...

Viewers ka digit counter aag ki tarah badhne laga—3,800… 4,300… 4,900+.
Geeti ki do ungliyan ab uski silk black panty ke wet lacey boundary ko cross karke uski geeli folds tak pahunch chuki thin. Woh subah se hi aroused aur wet thi, lekin ab jab usne khud ki ungliyon se us extreme moisture ko touch kiya, toh use feel hua ki uski skin kitni aag ki tarah tap rahi hai. Uski ungliyan natural slickness ki wajeh se bina kisi resistance ke andar slide ho gayi.
Usne petticoat ke andar circular motion mein stroke karna shuru kiya.
Sheer black scarf ke neeche uske gulabi hoth khul gaye. Uski tezz, garm saansain phone ke sensitive microphone tak ja rahi thin. Har circular stroke par uske mukh se ek dabi hui, kaampi hui behaya aah nikal jaati thi jo live stream par poori tarah clear sunai de rahi thi.

@desi_tharki_king: She’s moaning... listen to those soft moans!!
@bkc_corporate_guy: Go faster ma'am... put two fingers inside!
@saree_lover_69: You are so wet we can hear the wet sounds through the mic!

Geeti ne apni aakhon ko tight band kar liya. Uska left hand ab bhi crop top ko breast line ke upar fold karke pakde hue tha taaki bare cleavage aur chest ka view chhutne na paaye. Right hand petticoat ke andar continuously aur tezi se move kar raha tha. Uski gori thighs bed par dheere-dheere spread hone lagiin. Petticoat ka bottom edge thoda upar uth gaya tha—kuch nude dikh nahi raha tha, par uske haath ki continuous, aggressive internal movement aur body ke jhatke sab kuch bayaan kar rahe the.
Woh khud ko aur deeply touch karne lagi. Ungliyan ab rhythmically andar-baahar ho rahi thin. Uski waist chain har stroke par skin se ghisat kar chamak rahi thi, aur uski hips camera ke lenses ke against soft jhatke le rahi thin.
Live feed ka comment box ab ek hi cheez se bhara hua tha:

“She’s fingering herself live for 5k men!!”
“I am stroking my cock so hard right now...”
“Cum for us corporate hotwife!!”
“Please don’t end the stream... cum live!”

Geeti ki saans ab poori tarah out of control ho chuki thi. Scarf ke neeche uska forehead aur cheekbones paseene se wet ho chuke the. Uski eyebrows tight thin, aakhein band thin, aur uska poora jism, dimaag aur soul sirf us intense, unbearable sensation par locked the jo uski apni ungliyon se uske jism mein phail raha tha.
Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki uski boundary tut chuki thi aur uska climax bas kuch seconds ki doori par tha.




Geeti ki aankhein ab bilkul tight band thin.

Black silk scarf ke neeche uska chehra aag ki tarah garam tha, maathe par pasine ke drop chamak rahe the, aur uski saansein itni bhaari aur tezz ho chuki thin ki phone ka sensitive microphone unhe detail mein pick kar raha tha. Uska right haath grey silk petticoat ke andar extreme speed se move kar raha tha. Do ungliyan ab gehraai tak slide kar rahi thin, aur uski hatheli uske swollen, overheated clit par continuous, aggressive pressure de rahi thi.
Live viewer counter 5,200+ ke paar nikal chuka tha.
Comments ki screen ab out of control vertical speed mein chal rahi thi:

@mumbai_hunter88: SHE IS ABOUT TO CUM LIVE!! FUCKKKK!
@bkc_corporate_guy: Don’t stop ma’am... cum for us!!
@desi_tharki_king: Look at her chest moving... she’s so fucking close!
@saree_lover_69: I can hear the wet squishy sounds through the mic!!
@night_rider_bom: Name your price hotwife... please cum on stream!!

Geeti ke dimaag mein saari public boundary aur sharm ek saath dhundli ho gayi thi. Uske jism ke andar din bhar ka har ek perverted incident ek saath explosive climax bankar ubal raha tha—
Arjun ke audio notes aur uski dirty demand...
Rohan ka bathroom se sweaty chehra aur desk ke neeche uski taanghon par uski nazrein...
Raghavan ka executive cabin mein uski waist chain ko pakad kar peeche se press karna...
Aur ab yeh 5,000 se zyada anonymous mard jo uske bedroom ke andar use live orgasm lete hue dekh rahe the, uske soft moans sun rahe the, aur uske petticoat ke andar haath ki movement dekh rahe the.
Usne ungliyon ki speed aur stroke pressure ko peak par pahuncha diya.
Silk petticoat ka front fabric ab uski internal wetness aur hand movement ki wajeh se visibly damp aur wrinkled ho chuka tha. Soft fabric uski inner thighs se chipak raha tha, aur uski silver waist chain bare skin par tezz rhythm mein ghisat rahi thi. Uski hips bed par camera lens ke against lift ho rahi thin. Left haath se woh ab bhi apna black crop top upar hold kiye hue thi taaki uski bare cleavage aur swollen breasts ki tezz movement clear frame mein bane rahe.
Ek gehra, kaampata hua, behaya moan uske scarf ke andar se phat kar nikla.
“Ahhh… ff— ahh…”
Uske legs ke toes tight ho gaye. Petticoat ke andar uski gori thighs tremor karne lagiin. Uska lower abdomen andar ki taraf tightly pull ho gaya.
Awaaz silk scarf ke fabric ko pierce karti hui live feed par clearly goonj gayi.
Geeti ne apni ungliyon ko bilkul gehraai tak push kiya aur hatheli ko tight press kiya—aur usi micro-second mein uska pura jism ek extreme sexual wave mein tremor kar utha. Climax itni violent speed se aaya ki usne apna poora control khoss diya. Uski lower back bed par arch hui, petticoat ke andar uska haath rapidly shake karne laga, aur uski saans ek lambe, broken moan sound mein nikal gayi.
Live stream par uski kaampi hui, ras-bhari moans aur tezz pante hone ki aawaz clear broadcasting mein chal rahi thi.
Kai seconds tak woh bed par bilkul lifeless, kaampi hui position mein leti rahi.
Phir dheere se usne apni gehri aankhein kholi.
Phone screen ab bhi live thi. Viewer counter 5,800+ hit kar chuka tha. Comments section paagalon ki tarah flashing text se bhara hua tha. Lekin Geeti mein ab un dirty messages ko padhne ki himmat nahi bachi thi.
Usne kaampte, geele haath ko petticoat se bahar nikaala aur phone ko grip karke screen par red End Live button par tap kar diya.
Screen turant black ho gayi.




Geeti ne encrypted phone ko side mattress par fenk diya aur back ke bal bed par let gayi.

Uska pura jism ab bhi halka-halka kaamp raha tha. Uski inner thighs ke paas silk petticoat aur lacey panty poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Uski ungliyan uski apni natural stickiness se drenched thin. Usne kaampte haathon se silk scarf ki knot kholi, usse face se alag kiya, aur ek gehri, lambi saans khinchi.
Dim yellow lamp light mein ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue woh chup-chaap leti rahi. Kamre mein sirf uski tezz saansain aur payal ki halki movement ki sound thi.
Side mein rakha phone continuous vibrate kar raha tha.
Notification ke baad notification light blink kar rahi thi.
Geeti ne thodi der baad ek gehri saans li aur kaampte haath se phone utha kar live stream ke summary analytics aur inbox ko dekha:

• Peak Viewers: 6,142
  
• New Comments: 2,100+
  
• New Direct Messages: 470+
  

Inbox ke top messages highlight ho rahe the:

@bkc_corporate_guy: I will pay 20k for a private 10-minute video call right now!
@mumbai_hunter88: Name your price ma’am... show full nude next time!
@desi_tharki_king: You are addictive as fuck... my cock is still hard thinking about your moans.
@anonymous_dad: Please go live again tomorrow at the same time...

Geeti ne phone ki screen off ki aur tight dark room mein apni aakhne band kar liin.
Uske hothon par ek halki, thakii hui, lekin behad satisfied aur dirty smile aagayi.
Aaj raat usne pehli baar thousands of complete strangers ke saamne khud ko climax tak pahunchaya tha.
Aur woh saare mard uske jism ke liye paagal ho chuke the.

[qazmlp]

wow..Geeti is enjoying this newfound exhibitionist life and love hates what it does to her at its extrmes.All for her Husband's Cuck tendencies and partly driven by her own need for more attention n validation.

[Abhi T]

Bro first of all thanks for the update and please give more updates and this update are very good and sexy best of luck

[Rinkp219]

Fantastic update Bhai...


Bhai puspa wala story ka kya huA....

[Rajendra karka]

Hottt

[sa9891]

very hot update. please post next soon

[dragonslair]

welcome back

[RedDranzar]

Great story

Thanks to author for restarting this story. Please keep updating.

Just a suggestion. Please make Geeti accept payments for nude live stream.

[RedDranzar]

Please update soon

[RedDranzar]

Please update author

[RedDranzar]

Please update

[dragonslair]

hot updates

[Suraj28]

Great going…exited and eagerly waiting for the next episodes….pls update soon. Thanks ?

[RedDranzar]

Please update

[RedDranzar]

Please update