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Geeti ki jab aakhne khuli toh master bedroom mein subah ki halki, sunheri roshni curtains ke edges se chhan kar aa rahi thi. Uskar pura jism kal raat ke extreme 6,000-viewer live stream aur violent orgasm ke baad thaka hua, relaxed, lekin ajeeb se garmi se bhara hua tha. Usne kal raat ko hi apna wet silk petticoat badal liya tha, par uski inner thighs ke beech aur skin ke har pore par kal raat ke public exposure ki behaya feeling chipki hui thi.
Side table par uska encrypted phone silent mode par continuous vibrate hone laga.
Geeti ne aahista se apna gora haath badhaya aur phone screen illuminate hui. Screen par Arjun ka naam blink kar raha tha. Koi text message nahi tha, balki ek audio file ka red waveform marker tha—exact 2 minutes 14 seconds ka voice note.
Geeti ne chest par sheet thodi aur pull ki aur bedroom door ki taraf dekha, jo poori tarah closed tha. Hallway mein Amrita ke room se abhi tak koi movement nahi thi. Soham raat bhar late btc client meeting ki wajeh se abhi tak ghar wapas nahi aaya tha, ya shayad dusre guest room mein so raha tha—Geeti ne check karne ki zahmat nahi uthai.
Usne screen par play button press kiya.
Pehle teen seconds tak sirf ajeeb sa room ambience aur heavy breathing ki sound aayi. Phir Arjun ki ras-bhari, deep aur thodi rough mardana aawaz earphone aur speaker ki border-line par goonj uthi.
“Geeti… I listened to your live stream last night.”
Geeti ke paon ki ungliyan bed sheet par jhatke se tight ho gayi.
“I know it was you. The way you breathe... the way you moan when you’re close to cumming. I recognized it instantly from that pub booth.”
Geeti ne jhat se volume key press karke thoda kam kiya, lekin phone ko apne kaan se bilkul chipka kar rakha. Uski saansain fir se tezz hone lagi thin.
“I stroked my cock the entire time you had your hand inside that silk petticoat. I came hard right when you came on stream... and I’m still not done with you.”
Voice note mein ek chhota sa intense pause aaya, jahan Arjun ke breath ka heavy puff sunai diya.
“Next time I don’t want your fingers inside you, Geeti. I want my mouth on your wet folds. I want you lying on my bed, your saree pulled up, and I want to taste that exact wetness I felt on my fingers that night. I want to hear you scream my name when you finish... Not into a phone mic, but directly into my mouth.”
Voice note complete hua aur display light dim ho gayi.



Geeti phone ko apni nangi collarbone aur bare breasts ke beech chipkaaye leti rahi. Uski lacey panty kal raat ki tarah fir se uski internal moisture se geeli hone lagi thi. Usne kaampte anguthe se WhatsApp reply box khola, kuch dirty text type kiya, backspace dakar delete kiya, aur fir se type karne lagi.
Tabhi bedroom ka door bina aawaz ke dheere se khula aur Soham andar enter hua.
Uske haath mein apna office leather bag tha. Raat bhar client dinner aur driving ke baad bhi uski aankhein completely awake aur sharp thin. Usne Geeti ko bed par nangi shoulders ke saath phone ko seene se dabaye hue dekha aur room ki aag ko turant samajh gaya.
“Kiska voice note sun rahi ho subah-subah?” Soham ne bilkul calm voice mein poocha.
Geeti ne turant phone ka face neeche bed par ulta kar diya. “Arjun ka audio aaya hai.”
Soham ne bag sofa par rakha, shoes unlace karke utaare, aur bed ke edge par Geeti ke bilkul paas aa kar baith gaya. Usne apna haath aage badhaya aur Geeti ki aakhon mein dekha.
“Mujhe bhi sunna hai.”
Geeti ne chupchaap phone Soham ke haath mein pakda diya. Soham ne voice note play kiya aur pure 2 minute 14 second tak bilkul chupchaap suna. Doosri baar sunte waqt uske hothon par ek bohut hi dark aur wicked smile aa gayi.
“Bohut hi intense aur dirty bolta hai yeh laonda,” Soham ne Geeti ke gore gaal par ungli se trace karte hue kaha. “Especially that last line about his mouth on you.”
Soham ne phone ko room ke Bluetooth speaker se pair kiya. Volume ko exact medium level par set kiya—itna ki room ki walls mein Arjun ki rough aawaz reverberate kare, lekin bahar Amrita ke room tak sound wave na jaye.
Usne loop option toggle karke Play press kar diya.
Arjun ki aawaz bedroom ke corner-corner mein phailne lagi:
“…I want to taste that exact wetness I felt on my fingers that night…”
Soham ne bed ke side se kal raat wala sheer black scarf uthaya, lekin is baar usne Geeti ka face cover nahi kiya. Usne Geeti ke dono wrists ko pakda aur headboard ke wooden rod se ek soft silk dupatta ke sath bandh diya. Constraint tight nahi tha—bas itna ki Geeti apne haathon ko apni thighs ya clit tak le ja kar masturbate na kar sake.
“Aaj tu sirf sunegi,” Soham ne Geeti ke overheated earlobe par apne hoth rakhte hue kaha. “Aur main decide karunga ki tu kab touch hogi aur kab tadpegi.”



Voice note loop par doosri baar start hua:

“…I stroked my cock the entire time you had your hand inside that petticoat…”
Soham ne Geeti ka black crop top upar ki taraf slide kiya, par utara nahi. Uske bhari, ras-bhare breasts dim amber light mein bare ho gaye. Soham ne unhe haath se touch tak nahi kiya—sirf unki heavy, rapid movement ko ghoorta raha. Phir usne petticoat ka silk knot unfasten kiya aur fabric ko uski inner thighs tak niche khiska diya.
Geeti ki saansain fast aur shaky ho gayi. Uski panty fabric pehle se hi drench ho chuka tha.
Soham ne apni index finger se Geeti ki bare inner thigh par halki tracing ki—bottom se lekar sensitive crotch line tak—aur turant haath peeche khinch liya.
“Abhi bilkul nahi.”
Voice note teesri baar room mein speaker se goonj raha tha:
“…say my name when you finish. Not into a phone. Into my mouth…”
Geeti ke hips bed se thode lift hone lage, uski body natural rhythm mein orgasm maang rahi thi. Soham ne apne heavy haath se uski waist ko daba kar mattress par wapas push kar diya.
“Loop sun. Uske ek-ek dirty word ko dimaag mein print kar le. Kal tu iska reply karegi—aur content main dictate karunga.”
Soham ne do ungliyon se Geeti ke wet silk panty ke upar se uske swollen clit par continuous, slow circular movement start ki. Pressure itna light aur teaser tha ki Geeti frustration mein moaning karne lagi, par finish line tak nahi pahunch pa rahi thi.
Voice note chauthi baar replay hua.
Geeti ne wrist constraints ke against haath khinche. “Soham… please… thoda aur press karo… ahh…”
“Uska naam mat bol abhi,” Soham ne uske cleavage par apni saans chhodte hue kaha. “Pehle meri fingering se climax ke edge par aa. Phir main haath hataunga.”
Soham ne exactly wahi kiya. Usne panty ko thoda side karke apni do fingers ko Geeti ki dripping folds ke beech slide kiya aur rapid strokes dene laga. Geeti ke lips khul gaye, uski thighs violently shake karne lagiin, aur uski saansain tootne waali thin—par jaise hi woh orgasm ke micro-second distance par pahunchi, Soham ne apni fingers poori tarah bahar khinch liin.
Room mein fir se sirf Arjun ki recorded, husky voice goonj rahi thi.
Geeti ne kaampte hue aakhne khol kar Soham ko dekha—uski dark eyes mein intense desire, frustration aur anger ka deadly mixture tha.
Soham ne muskurate hue voice note ko fifth time play par set kar diya.





Voice note loop par doosri baar start hua:
“…I stroked my cock the entire time you had your hand inside that petticoat…”
Soham ne Geeti ka black crop top upar ki taraf slide kiya, par utara nahi. Uske bhari, ras-bhare breasts dim amber light mein bare ho gaye. Soham ne unhe haath se touch tak nahi kiya—sirf unki heavy, rapid movement ko ghoorta raha. Phir usne petticoat ka silk knot unfasten kiya aur fabric ko uski inner thighs tak niche khiska diya.
Geeti ki saansain fast aur shaky ho gayi. Uski panty fabric pehle se hi drench ho chuka tha.
Soham ne apni index finger se Geeti ki bare inner thigh par halki tracing ki—bottom se lekar sensitive crotch line tak—aur turant haath peeche khinch liya.
“Abhi bilkul nahi.”
Voice note teesri baar room mein speaker se goonj raha tha:
“…say my name when you finish. Not into a phone. Into my mouth…”
Geeti ke hips bed se thode lift hone lage, uski body natural rhythm mein orgasm maang rahi thi. Soham ne apne heavy haath se uski waist ko daba kar mattress par wapas push kar diya.
“Loop sun. Uske ek-ek dirty word ko dimaag mein print kar le. Kal tu iska reply karegi—aur content main dictate karunga.”
Soham ne do ungliyon se Geeti ke wet silk panty ke upar se uske swollen clit par continuous, slow circular movement start ki. Pressure itna light aur teaser tha ki Geeti frustration mein moaning karne lagi, par finish line tak nahi pahunch pa rahi thi.
Voice note chauthi baar replay hua.
Geeti ne wrist constraints ke against haath khinche. “Soham… please… thoda aur press karo… ahh…”
“Uska naam mat bol abhi,” Soham ne uske cleavage par apni saans chhodte hue kaha. “Pehle meri fingering se climax ke edge par aa. Phir main haath hataunga.”
Soham ne exactly wahi kiya. Usne panty ko thoda side karke apni do fingers ko Geeti ki dripping folds ke beech slide kiya aur rapid strokes dene laga. Geeti ke lips khul gaye, uski thighs violently shake karne lagiin, aur uski saansain tootne waali thin—par jaise hi woh orgasm ke micro-second distance par pahunchi, Soham ne apni fingers poori tarah bahar khinch liin.
Room mein fir se sirf Arjun ki recorded, husky voice goonj rahi thi.
Geeti ne kaampte hue aakhne khol kar Soham ko dekha—uski dark eyes mein intense desire, frustration aur anger ka deadly mixture tha.
Soham ne muskurate hue voice note ko fifth time play par set kar diya.


Sunday ki subah jab Geeti ki aankhein khuli, toh bedroom ke sheer white curtains se subah ki sunheri roshni room mein enter kar rahi thi. Kal raat ke intense voice note loop, boundary-pushing tension, aur internal arousal ke baad uska poora jism abhi bhi ek ajeeb si exhaustion aur continuous garmi se bhara hua tha. Usne kal raat apna wet silk petticoat badal liya tha, lekin uski inner thighs ke beech aur body ke ek-ek pore par unfulfilled starvation aur public exposure ki feeling chipki hui thi.

Soham uske side mein nahi tha. Kitchen se stainless steel ke utensil ki halki chhan-chhan sound aur balcony se Sunday newspaper ke pages palatne ki aawaz aa rahi thi.
Side table par uska encrypted phone silent mode par vibrate hua. Screen par subah 8:41 AM ka notification blink kar raha tha.
Arjun:
Sunday. Exactly 4 PM. Juhu, that quiet cafe near the old sea-facing road. I booked a private corner table with low lighting. Come in a saree.
Geeti ne text ko do baar repeat karke padha. Usne koi immediate response nahi diya. Pehle Soham ka reaction aur instructions zaroori the.
Woh pillow se uthi, apni loose t-shirt aur pyjama adjust kiya, aur slow steps ke sath kitchen ki taraf badhi. Soham balcony ki glass railing se tek lagaye chai ka mug haath mein liye bahar ki greenery ko dekh raha tha. Amrita ka room abhi bhi locked tha—woh so rahi thi.
Soham ne tea sip karte hue bina mudey kaha, "Aa gaya Arjun ka message?"
Geeti ne chupchaap phone screen unlock karke uske saamne kar di.
Soham ne text read kiya, chai ka ek aur sip liya, aur sharp, calculate look ke sath bola, "Theek hai. Jaana hai toh jaa. Lekin aaj meri conditions par meeting hogi. Har ek single detail meri dictation ke hisab se chalegi."
Geeti ne counter se apna ceramic cup uthaya. Uski heartbeats fast thin, lekin usne face ko bilkul composed aur neutral rakha.
Soham balcony se andar aaya, kitchen counter par apna mug rakha, aur Geeti ke bilkul paas aa kar khada hua.
"Suno, rules clear hain. Public space hai. Din ka time hai. Cafe ke andar hi baithna hai. No private rooms, no flat, no going into his car—sirf cafe environment. Main exact teen tables peeche baithunga, laptop aur book leke. Tu mujhe clearly dekh sakti hai, par woh bas mere back view ko dekhega."
Geeti ne aahista se apna head nod kiya.
"Doosri baat," Soham ne uski waist line par ungli se trace karte hue warning tone mein kaha. "Hand-holding, knee par touch, thigh touch—itna tak chalega. Blouse ke andar haath daalna ya petticoat ke andar penetrative touch—absolutely forbidden. Agar usne public boundary crossing ki koshish ki, toh tu jhatke se rukegi aur mujhe immediate visual signal degi."
"Signal kaise?" Geeti ne apni panted breath hold karte hue poocha.
"Paani ka glass utha kar left hand se apne baal kaan ke peeche karna. Main bina koi noise create kiye samajh jaunga."
Geeti ke hoth dry ho rahe the. Usne milk kettle on karte hue low voice mein kaha, "Aur agar woh... kuch aur demand kare toh?"
Soham ne uski dark kaajli aankhon mein dekha. "Toh tu precise tone mein bolegi—'Not today, Arjun'. Just that. Use tadpa. Waise hi jaise maine kal raat tujhe bedroom mein tadpaya. Got it?"
Geeti ne simple "Hmm" kaha. Uske andar excitement aur fear ka ajeeb blend chal raha tha—control pati ke haath mein tha, par woh aaj daylight mein jaan-boojh kar kisi dusre young mard se private meetup ke liye tayyar ho rahi thi.
Soham ne last rule enforce kiya: "Jo bhi cafe table par discussion hoga, jo bhi physical touches honge, ghar wapas aakar mujhe line by line batana. Jo baat tu chupayegi, woh agle do hafte ke liye completely banned."
Geeti ne cup niche rakha. "Approved. Theek hai."
Dopeher ke 1:30 PM par dressing room mein prep session start hua.
Amrita library mein political science notes prepare karne ke liye apni dost ke yahan ja chuki thi. Flat mein sirf Geeti aur Soham the.
Soham bedroom ke door frame se shoulder tikaye khada tha. Geeti mirror ke saamne apni undergarments aur robe mein baithi thi.
"Kaunsi saree pehnegi aaj?" Soham ne poocha.
Geeti ne wooden wardrobe open kiya. Uska hand pehle wine-maroon silk par gaya, par daylight cafe ke liye woh kuch zyada dark aur heavy thi. Phir usne ek delicate pistachio-green chiffon saree nikaali—behad soft, translucent fabric jo light mein body contour ko accentuate karti thi, aur uspar thin golden zari border tha. Saath mein matching sleeveless U-neck blouse, jo cleavage ko decent hint deta tha lekin over-exposed nahi tha.
Soham ne visual survey karke kaha, "Yeh wali perfect hai. Silver waist chain aur dono pairon mein anklet."
Geeti ne cream-colored silk petticoat pehna, jiska naada tight tie kiya. Blouse ke hooks fasten karte waqt uski gori ungliyan tremor kar rahi thin. Blouse uske breasts ko uplift karke tight outline de raha tha.



Soham door se hila nahi, bas sharp nazron se visual transformation monitor karta raha.

Geeti ne pistachio chiffon dbang karna shuru kiya. Soft fabric uski skin par hawa ki tarah slide ho raha tha. Usne pallu set kiya—left shoulder se cross karke chest par ek single pleat, taaki uske natural curves aur cleavage ka subtle gap soft light mein clearly visible rahe.
Jab woh waist line par pleats arrange karne lagi, Soham ne room ke beech se instruct kiya, "Ek pleat kam kar. Kamar par saree tight aur low-waist ho."
Geeti ne exact follow kiya. Saree uski hips par cling ho gayi. Chiffon itna lightweight tha ki leg movements par thigh curves highlight ho rahe the.
Usne gold-plated thin waist chain uthai, jismein ek chhota pendant navel ke thoda upar tika tha. Blouse ke lower edge ke neeche se chain uski gori, bare waist par settle hui. Saree ke translucent chiffon ke peeche se chain ki line clear flash kar rahi thi.
Usne silver anklets pehne. Pehle right, phir left. Anklet ki lock click par use office desk ke neeche Rohan ke jhukne ka memory flashback aaya, jisse uski breath tezz ho gayi.
Makeup minimal tha—kaajal, nude peach lipstick, aur collarbone par light highlighter. Baal loose wavy curls mein shoulders par chhod diye, aur ek side pin se left ear reveal kar diya.
Soham walk karke uske bilkul peeche aa khada hua. Dressing mirror mein dono ka contrast clear dikh raha tha.
Usne Geeti ka pallu slightly adjust kiya. Uski finger Geeti ki bare waist line se hote hue waist chain tak gayi aur wahan press hui.
"Yeh waist chain use out of control karegi," Soham ne uske kaan ke paas softly whisper kiya. "Table par baithna, legs cross karna taaki anklet aur saree ka gap dikhe. That's enough to drive him insane."
Geeti ne mirror mein apne avatar ko dekha. Yeh woh traditional, shy housewife nahi thi. Yeh ek fully aware, seductive hotwife thi jo apne husband ki permission aur oversight ke saath ek young lover se milne ja rahi thi.
Soham ne perfume bottle uthai. "Perfume collarbone aur earlobes par. Cleavage aur neck line par mat lagana—woh space free rehne de."
Geeti ne soft jasmine perfume spray kiya.
Usne chhota leather clutch uthaya—phone, lipstick, touch-up kit. Soham ne uske phone par discreet location sharing toggle on kar diya.
"3:40 PM par main pehle nikalunga cab se. Tu exact 3:50 PM par nikalna. Cafe mein seedha Arjun ke table par mat jaana. Pehle counter par paani order karna, surroundings observe karna, phir uski table par baithna. Main already teen table peeche baitha milunga."
Geeti ne thin strap heels pehni. Silver anklets ne soft musical sound create ki.
Soham ne uska left wrist pakda, pull karke uski skin par touch feel kiya, par lips ko kiss nahi kiya.
"Geeti."
Woh ruki, uski eyes Soham ke face par locked thin.
"Tu uski nahi hai. Tu meri wife hai, jisse main bhej raha hoon. Always remember who owns this body."
Geeti ne steady gaze ke sath kaha, "Mujhe har ek rule yaad hai."
Soham ne uska pallu final time adjust kiya. "Jaa. Aur wapas aakar mujhe har ek minute ka detail batana. Jo usne kaha, jo usne touch kiya, jo tujhe feel hua."
Geeti ne clutch hold kiya, door tak gayi, aur ek moment ke liye mudkar dekha. Soham silent stand position mein tha, usne subtle nod kiya—'Go'.
Geeti ne elevator button press kiya. Steel mirror panel mein uski pistachio green saree, waist chain ka curve, aur uski dark eyes ki quiet confidence clearly reflect ho rahi thi.
Neeche cab aakar ruki.
Sunday ka 3:50 PM.
First time daylight mein, full preparation aur Pati ke instructions ke saath, kisi aur mard ke saamne hone wala tha violent attraction ka test.

Geeti jab café ke main frosted glass door se andar gayi, toh central AC ki ek cooling wave ne uski sleeveless pistachio blouse aur bare waist line par thandak di. Translucent chiffon saree ke neeche uski silver waist chain ek second ke liye thandi padh gayi.
Quiet corner table sabse pehle nazar aaya.
Arjun already khada tha. Linen white shirt, sleeves roll ki hui, uski hungry nazar seedha Geeti ki pistachio green saree par, phir uski bare waist par, aur aakhir mein uski dark, kaajli aankhon par ruki. Usne deep respect aur attraction ke saath leather chair pull ki, jaise yeh koi routine Sunday coffee date ho.
Exact teen tables peeche, window seat par—Soham. Table par laptop bag, hardcover book khuli hui, aur sunglasses wood top par rakhe the. Uska face book ki taraf tha, lekin posture sharp tha. Geeti ko bas uske sitting angle se feel ho gaya ki uske pati ki watchful eyes har ek micro-movement monitor kar rahi hain.
Arjun ke opposite soft chair par baithte hi Geeti ne pallu ko gracefully sambhala aur apni godi par rakha. Uske pairon ki movement par silver anklets ne floor par ek soft, musical chhan ki sound di.
Arjun ne aage jhuk kar low voice mein kaha, "Yeh pistachio green colour... office wali photos se bilkul alag hai. Wahan tum corporate manager lagti ho. Aaj... jaise jaan-boojh kar kisi ko paagal karne ke liye ready hui ho."
Geeti ne wooden menu uthaya, par use read nahi kiya. "Sunday afternoon hai. Normal casual look hai."
"Sunday par aisi saree aur waist chain pehen kar ghar nahi baitha jaata," Arjun ne waiter ko इशारा karke Geeti ke liye iced tea aur apne liye black coffee order ki. Waiter ke door jaate hi usne table par elbows tick-aayi aur voice dropped tone mein bola, "Kal raat ke live stream par tumhari moaning aur deep breaths maine instantly pehchan li thin. Pub booth wali same shivering breath. Same rhythm when you are about to climax."
Geeti ke hoth dry hue. Usne glass ki straw ko fingering karke normal rehnay ki koshish ki. "Woh ek anonymous secret account hai."
"Account anonymous ho sakta hai, par yeh body line aur yeh saansain anonymous nahi hain," Arjun ne thoda aage lean kiya, uski heavy eyes Geeti ke deep U-neck blouse aur cleavage gap par locked thin. "Wahi gora jism. Wahi exact tarah se tum tight hoti ho jab koi tumhare wet points ko touch kare."
Geeti ne topic divert karne ke liye gentle tone mein try kiya, "Tumhara client project kaisa chal raha hai, Arjun?"




Arjun halka sa muskuraaya. "Mera poora week bas tumhare WhatsApp voice notes aur audio replies ke around ghumta hai. Baaki sab life mein filler hai."
Coffee aur iced tea table par place hui. Next two minutes tak poori table par ek dense, sexual silence rahi, jismein sirf spoon ki metallic sound aa rahi thi.
Geeti ne chai ka sip lete hue apne baal side pin se adjust kiye. Armpit ka smooth curve aur bare side waist line aahista se reveal hui. Usne jaan-boojh kar pallu ko thoda relax hone diya.
Arjun ki aankhein moment ke liye ruk gayi. Usne ek gehri saans li aur softly bola, "Honestly Geeti... tum itni drop-dead gorgeous aur sensual ho ki mujhe kabhi-kabhi yakeen nahi hota. If I were your husband, main tumhe ghar se ek minute ke liye bhi bahar nahi nikalne deta. I would keep you locked in my bed, saree pulled up, worshipping every inch of this body."
Geeti ne mask smile ke saath teasingly counter kiya, "Lekin mere husband toh mujhe azaad chhodte hain... Unhe mera yeh sensual side bilkul bother nahi karta."
Arjun ne coffee mug hold kiya, uski eyes dark aur intense ho gayi thin. "Woh azaad nahi chhodte, Geeti. He knows what kind of a masterpiece he owns. Uske andar zaroor ek fantasy hai... tumhe doosre mardon ke saamne parade karwane ki, unki thark aur desire ko tumhare jism par dekhne ki. It's a twisted cuckold thrill, and he is enjoying every bit of it."
"Tum mere husband ke baare mein bohut assumptions bana rahe ho," Geeti ne glass ki side par fingerprint trace karte hue shyness ke saath eye contact banaya.
"Assumptions nahi hain," Arjun ne drop-down tone mein kaha. "Koi bhi mard apni itni khoobsurat aur wet wife ko kisi doosre laonde se milne nahi bhejta... jab tak ki use yeh pata na ho ki uska lover table ke neeche kya karne wala hai."






Sudenly, Arjun ka leather shoe table ke neeche Geeti ke open-strap heel se touch hua. Pehle gentle contact. Phir usne apna leg aage slide kiya, uski calf Geeti ke bare ankle aur silver anklet se ghisatne lagi. Silver metallic chain ne uski bare skin par soft sound di.
Geeti ne paani ka glass nahi uthaya. Baal kaan ke peeche nahi kiye. No signal to Soham.
Arjun ka right hand table ke neeche gaya. Pistachio chiffon saree ke soft fabric ko do ungliyon se side kiya. Smooth, bare knee. Garam, rough hatheli.
"Pub ke us night booth ke baad se main din-raat bas yahi imagine kar raha hoon," Arjun ne table ke upar bilkul calm, casual face rakha, par neeche uska hand grip tight ho raha tha. "Tumhari anklet ki sound. Tumhari wet breathing. Aur woh last second jab tumhari gori ungliyaan mere shirt ke buttons par thin."
Geeti ki voice ek whisper ban kar nikli, "Arjun... yeh open public space hai."
"Isi liye mera haath saree ke neeche concealed hai," Arjun ki fingers knee se do inch upar slide hui. Silk petticoat ka lower hemline. Usne skin par pressure badhaya. "Tell me... is this much touch allowed by your boss-husband?"
Geeti ne ek second ke liye teen tables peeche dekha. Soham book hold kiye baitha tha. Frame nahi hila tha, par uski sharp profile mirror panel mein clear flash kar rahi thi.
Geeti ne apne legs lock nahi kiye. Usne subtle movement se apni thighs ko slightly part kiya.
Arjun ne us millimeter gap ko permission samajh liya. Uska broad palm uski inner thigh line par circular motion mein ghisatne laga. Slow, warm, aggressive strokes. Fabric ke edge par hi, par pressure aisa tha jaise woh bare moisture tak pahunchne waala ho.



Tumhare husband ko sab pata hai na?" Arjun ne tea sip karte hue casually poocha.

"Haan... he knows everything," Geeti ne slow breathing ke saath confirm kiya.
"Toh yeh koi formal coffee date nahi hai," Arjun ki ungliyan petticoat ke boundary se inch-by-inch inching kar rahi thin. "Yeh unki silent approval hai. Aur mujhe permission se koi issue nahi hai... main toh wahi poora karna chahta hoon jo pub mein incomplete chhod diya tha."
Geeti ne glass se cold iced tea ka bada sip liya taaki deep moans ko suppress kar sake. Straw ke through uski breathing rapid aur heavy chal rahi thi. Soft chiffon pallu chest par uski rapid heartbeat ke saath rise aur fall kar raha tha. Gold waist chain thin line ban kar spotlight mein shine kar rahi thi.
Arjun ki fingers ab uski inner thigh ke sabse sensitive, overheated zone par thi—woh exact spot jahan legs join hote hain. Geeti ki inner thigh muscles reflexively tight hui, phir gradually relax ho gayi.
"Office desk par bhi aisi hi seductive posture mein baithti ho?" Arjun ne low voice mein tease kiya. "Itni tight, itni wet, and so aware of your own body?"
"Office mein main bank executive hoti hoon," Geeti ne hoth byte karte hue kaha.
"Aur yahan tum meri hotwife visual fantasy ho," Arjun ne subtle smirk ke saath press kiya. "Same body, different roles."
Geeti ne uski bold eyes mein dekha, "Tum zaroorat se zyada confident lag rahe ho aaj."
"Pub mein tumhari fresh wetness mere haath par thi, Geeti. I am not confident, I am fucking addicted to you," Arjun ne thumb se inner skin ko stroke kiya. "Live stream par jab tumne hand andar daala tha, main hazaron mardon ke saath screen par tumhe stroking karte hue dekh raha tha. Today there is no screen between us."
Geeti ke lower abdomen mein kal raat wala unfulfilled climax kauto-wave phat pada. Silk panty chiffon ke andar moisture se chipakne lagi thi. Usne pallu adjust karne ka naatak kiya, jisse uski cleavage line aur waist pendant Arjun ki nazron ke saamne aur display ho gaya.
Arjun ne apna haath table ke neeche se aage badhaya. Geeti ki wrist ko hold kiya. Usne Geeti ke gora haath ko slow, discrete motion mein apni lap ki taraf pull kiya.
Geeti ki kaampthi ungliyan Arjun ke tight linen trousers par ja kar tick gayi. Extremely warm, thick, aur hard contour. Fabric ke upar se hi uski erection aur pulse clear feel ho rahi thi.
Arjun ki breath heavy ho gayi. Usne eye contact banaye rakhte hue whisper kiya, "Just feel it, Geeti. Feel what you do to me. Jaane se pehle itna jaan le ki main kis severe condition mein baitha hoon tere saamne... tumhare husband ke exact teen tables peeche."

Arjun ki breath heavy ho gayi. Usne eye contact banaye rakhte hue whisper kiya, "Just feel it, Geeti. Feel what you do to me. Jaane se pehle itna jaan le ki main kis severe condition mein baitha hoon tere saamne... tumhare husband ke exact teen tables peeche."

Geeti ne apna hand remove nahi kiya. Single second... two seconds... four seconds. Thick shape uski soft hatheli ke neeche throbbing pulse de rahi thi. Phir usne aahista se apna hand withdraw kiya aur lap par rumaal ki tarah rakh liya, jaise table ke neeche koi touch hua hi na ho.
Arjun chair par back lean hua. Uske face par teasing humor gayab tha. Sirf raw, unbridled sexual hunger bachi thi.
"Café bill main clear kar deta hoon," Arjun ne counter waiter ko signal diya. "Uske baad ek last request hai."
Bill process hua. Geeti ne iced tea ka last drop finish kiya.
Arjun thoda forward lean hua, uski heavy voice direct Geeti ke ears tak pahunchi, "Meri car basement parking mein hai. Just two minutes. I promise—main woh line cross nahi karunga jo tumne deny ki hai. But I won't let you leave today without putting my mouth and hands on your skin."
Geeti ki heartbeats ek second ke liye zero ho gayi.
Usne teen tables peeche gaze turn kiya.
Soham ne hardcover book completely closed kar di thi. Sunglasses ab uske hand mein the. Uski piercing gaze direct Geeti ke face aur posture par locked thi.
Geeti ne Soham ki eyes mein dekha.
Communication bilkul direct tha—woh basement tak jaana chahti thi. Café table rules complete ho chuke the. Ab jo physical demand bachi thi, uske body arousal ne already finalise kar diya tha.
Soham ki cold gaze nahi hati.
Geeti ne slow micro-nod kiya—'Haan'.
Soham ne koi loud reaction nahi diya. Usne apni do fingers se wooden table par ek firm, rhythmic tap kiya. Tap. Tap. Meaning clear tha—'I am watching every second. Remember the boundaries.'
Geeti chair se stand hui. Translucent pistachio pallu shoulder par dbang kiya. Anklets ne loud musical chime sound create ki.
Arjun bhi khada hua. Usne café ke andar public touch avoid kiya, bas subtle whisper mein instruction diya, "Take the private elevator to B2 basement. Left bay, black SUV."
Arjun pehle exit door ki taraf badha. Geeti ne Soham par ek final glance daali—Soham sofa se utha nahi tha, uska plan exactly clear tha ki woh safe distance maintain karke tail karega.
Geeti ne café ka heavy glass door push kiya.
Outdoor afternoon heat ne AC-chilled body par immediate sensation created kiya.




Basement parking ramp right ahead tha. Arjun do steps aage tha, hands in pockets, mudkar dekhta hua ki uski pistachio saree wali hotwife peeche aa rahi hai ya nahi.

Geeti ne apni thin-strap heels ki rhythmic sound ke saath uske footprint ko follow karna shuru kiya.
Pistachio chiffon saree uski thighs se chipak rahi thi, silver waist chain har step par flash kar rahi thi, aur uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi thought reverberate kar raha tha—
jo café table ke neeche half-done chhoda gaya tha,
woh ab basement mein parked black SUV ke andar claim kiya jaayega.
Elevator screen par red button illuminated tha.
Arjun ne call button press kiya.
Door sliding noise ke saath open hua.
Dono private enclosed lift ke andar step-in kar gaye.

To be continueed....

[dragonslair]

hot update. please try to keep the dialogues in hindi

[RedDranzar]

Excellent update. But please next time make her wear western short dress.

[Joker44]

Lift ka heavy glass-and-steel door sliding motion mein smoothly band ho gaya.
Andar sirf do log. Mirror walls, soft yellow interior LEDs, aur indicators par basement B2 ka red button illuminated tha. Geeti pistachio chiffon pallu ko chest par tightly sambhalte hue elevator ke corner par khadi thi. Unke beech mushkil se ek-do foot ka distance tha.
Pehle teen-chaar seconds tak lift ki quiet huming sound ke alawa poore cabin mein sannata raha.
Phir Arjun ne ek decisve step aage badhaya.
Usne pehle pallu ko chhua nahi. Pehle Geeti ka flushed, warm chehra. Uske dono bade, broad haath Geeti ki bare waist line par aa kar fit ho gaye—exact waist chain ke upar, soft chiffon saree fabric ke through. Geeti ki peeth lift ki mirror wall se touch hui, aur thandak uski bare skin par phail gayi.
"Abhi bhi dimaag mein chal raha hai kuch?" Arjun ne heavy, husky tone mein low whisper kiya.
Geeti ne koi verbal answer nahi diya. Usne bas Arjun ki dark, intense eyes mein dekha. Phir usne khud apna head slightly elevate kiya.
Kiss pehli nahi thi unke beech—pub ke hidden booth mein yeh already ho chuka tha. Lekin woh kiss rapid thi, secretly hidden, kisi ke pakde jaane ke darr wali urgency mein thi.
Yeh wali kiss completely structural thi.
Arjun ke hoth pehle Geeti ke hothon par thamb gaye, pressure build kiya, aur phir gently apna mouth open kar diya. Geeti ki panted breathing Arjun ke mouth mein chali gayi. Usne Geeti ke lower lip ko daanton ke beech soft bite ke saath hold kiya, release kiya, aur phir kiss ko intensely deep kar diya. Geeti ka left hand Arjun ke white shirt collar ko grip kar gaya, aur right hand wall ki stainless-steel railing ko tightly pakde raha.
Sloppy, wet smooching sound chhote se closed cabin mein amplify hone lagi.
Arjun ne Geeti ke face ka angle slightly tilt kiya, jeebh ko andar slide kiya—slow, deep, aur rhythmic. Geeti ke throat se ek low, uncontrollable sound nikli—"Mmmhh..."—jisse woh suppress nahi kar paaye.




Lift basement towards continuously move kar rahi thi.
Arjun ka ek haath waist line se slide hokar blouse ke back hook line tak pahuncha—usne hook unfasten nahi kiya, par pressure wahi rakha. Doosra hand saree pallu ko pull karte hue uski bare side waist par settle ho gaya. Gold waist chain uski broad hatheli ke neeche directly press ho rahi thi.
Geeti ne apni gori ungliyan Arjun ke baalon mein daal diin. Kiss continuous nahi thi—interrupted, breathing pauses ke saath phail rahi thi.
"Geeti..." Arjun ne lips ke beech whisper kiya.
"Hmm..."
"I need more than this today..."
Lift ki chime sound baje bina hi cabin jhatke se ek point par slow down hui.
Middle floor—Floor 1.
Dono sudden current lagnay jaisi speed se ek doosre se alag hue.
Sliding door khula. Corridor bilkul empty tha. Concrete silence. Do seconds. Door wapas lock ho gaya. Lift dobara basement B2 ki taraf descent karne lagi.
Is baar unke hands pehle se zyada aggressively locked the. Arjun ne Geeti ki dono wrists ko hold karke lift wall ke upar pin-down kar diya. Geeti ki dono baahein uske head ke upar stretch ho gayi thin. Pistachio pallu shoulder se slide hokar waist par latak chuka tha. Blouse ka U-neck completely distorted ho gaya tha, revealing her upper chest curve.
Kiss is baar aur zyada raw thi. Arjun uski jawline, neck line, aur throat par damp kisses chhorte hue wapas lips par aa gaya. Geeti ki legs trembling feel kar rahi thin. Anklets ne loud silver chime sound create ki jab uske heels floor par shift hue.



Ahh... Arjun..." sound uske lips se nikal kar Arjun ke mouth mein disappear ho gayi.

Basement B2.
Chime sound.
Door open hua.
Parking zone ki cool, concrete-scented, damp air cabin ke andar phail gayi. Geeti ne apni wrists chhudaye, fast movement se pallu ko chest par dbang kiya, aur apni saansain control karne ki koshish ki. Arjun ne uska wrist completely free nahi kiya—ungliyan intertwined rakhein aur use left side bay ki taraf lead kiya.
Black SUV last row mein, dimmed parking lights ke neeche parked thi. Fully tinted glass. Arjun ne remote unlock press karke rear door pull-open kiya.
Geeti ek second ke liye door frame par ruki. Yeh normal cab ya city car jaisi nahi thi. Inside was dark leather, spacious, aur deep interior setup.
Woh saree ko sambhalte hue inside step-in hui. Pehle woh upright posture mein baithi—both legs together, clutch bag lap par rakha, jaise koi high-society lady kisi unknown space mein baithi ho.
Arjun doosri side door se enter hua. Door slam hua. Automatic central locking click.
Pehle paanch seconds tak car interior mein sirf unki heavy, rapid breathing sounds thin.
Geeti ne front windshield glass se bahar dekha. Parking lot ki yellow tube light ki blurry line dikh rahi thi. Ek security guard door se walk karta hua cross hua aur shadow mein vanish ho gaya.
"Bohut ajeeb lag raha hai..." Geeti ne almost unnoticeable whisper mein kaha.
Arjun uski taraf fully turn hua. "Mujhe bhi. Par main har minute isi moment ko crave kar raha tha."
Usne Geeti ka clutch bag utha kar front seat par slide kar diya. Geeti ke legs ab bhi tightly clamped the.
Phir Arjun ne poori restraint tod di.
Usne Geeti ko upright nahi rehne diya. Ek hand uske head ke peeche support structure bana, doosra hand waist line par, aur Geeti ko plush leather back seat par reclining position mein litate hue khud uske upar lean in kar gaya. Translucent pistachio chiffon layers mein fold ho gayi. Pallu unke beech se completely strip off hokar seat ke corner par gir gaya.
Kiss ab completely wild aur uninhibited thi.
Koi delay nahi. Arjun ke lips uske mouth par, neck par, aur cleavage gap par aggressive marks chhodne lage. Geeti ke andar se ek long, vibrating moan erupt hui—"Mmmhh... ahh..."—jo usne is baar kisi scarf mein nahi, direct Arjun ke mouth mein chhod di.
"Arjun... Yahan parking mein...?"
"Right here," usne low rumble mein answer kiya, aur apna mouth uski bare collarbone par press kar diya.




Uske dono haath sleeveless blouse par move hue.

Pehle exterior fabric ke upar se. Soft, heavy pressure. Usne apna broad palm Geeti ke left breast par place kiya, kapde ke through. Press kiya, release kiya, phir deep pressure diya. Geeti ki waist back seat se arch hokar lift ho gayi.
"Ahhh—"
Arjun ne blouse ke delicate U-neck ko niche pull kiya. Ek inch. Do inch. Blouse uske round breasts ke upper slopes se downward slip hone laga. Back hooks fastened order mein the, par front fabric itna distort ho chuka tha ki uski fair skin aur soft upper cleavage explicitly bare ho gaye.
Usne apna hand direct inside slide kiya.
Blouse ke under-lining surface par. Direct warm skin contact. Koi bra barrier nahi tha—subah Soham ke instruction ke according Geeti ne layer bypass ki thi, aur ab yeh reality Arjun ke palm ne immediate touch mein feel kar li.
"Fuck... Geeti."
Usne bare, soft breast को apni hatheli se fill kar liya. Deep, slow circular pressure. Phir uski fingers swollen nipple par move hui—pehla light squeeze, phir thoda firmer grip.
Geeti ki aankhein completely shut ho gayi. "Arjun... Aahh... Dheere..."
"Dheere?" Usne doosra hand bhi distorted blouse ke andar push kar diya. Dono breasts ab uski broad palms ke andar locked the. "Tumhari breathing toh bilkul slow nahi hai."
Geeti ne Arjun ki shirted back ko grip kar liya. Linen fabric ko tight fingers mein squeeze kar liya. Uski thighs seat par apart expand hone lagiin—saree waist tak ride-up ho chuki thi, cream petticoat ki edge and inner thighs clearly visible thin. Silver anklet uski calf skin se cling kar rahi thi.
Arjun ne apna face lower kiya. Blouse ke inner lining se emerge hote hue usne Geeti ke firm right nipple ko apne warm lips mein hold kar liya. Extremely warm. Wet. Usne suckling motion create ki, with a subtle teeth trace.
"Ahhh... Mmmhh— Arjun..." Geeti ki uninhibited moaning whole SUV cabin mein ring karne lagi. Usne apna mouth cover karne ki try ki, par body reflexively surrender kar chuki thi. "Koi... Dekh na le..."
"Tinted glass hai," Arjun ne shift kiya. Left nipple. Wet tongue swirl. Deep suction. "Aur main aaj pause lene ke mood mein nahi hoon."
Geeti inside from moisture completely drenched ho chuki thi. Silk petticoat ka inner crotch panel skin se stick hokar extreme heat wave radiate kar raha tha. Jab Arjun ne apne broad thigh ko Geeti ke legs ke beech firmly press kiya, contact immediate aur intense tha. Geeti ki hips automatically upward thrust kar gayi—mind se nahi, sheer biological pulse se.
"Tum... Extremely wet ho," Arjun ne uske earlobe par bite karte hue kaha. Heavy, thick voice. "Main kapde ke through feel kar raha hoon."
Geeti ne eyelashes open kiin. Uski dark eyes mein shame thi, par withdrawal ka koi sign nahi tha.
"Hmm..." bas yahi soft sound nikal payi.
Arjun ne blouse lining ko aur lower force kiya. Dono breasts ab complete exposure mein uske lips aur palms ke control mein the. Woh ek side ko suck karta, doosri side ko deep hatheli se knead karta. Geeti ke moans interchanged fragments mein break ho rahe the.
"Ahh... Ahh... Mat... Itna aggressive—"
"Pub night par toh itna detail nahi mila tha," usne nipples chhod kar wapas uske lips ko claim kiya. Kiss deep, messy, aur saliva-slicked thi. "Tell me... Achha lag raha hai?"
Geeti ne uske hair pull karke affirmative nod kiya. Words construct karne ki condition nahi bachi thi.
Arjun ka right hand ab waist line se travel karta hua silk petticoat ke tight naade par ja kar pause hua. Motion froze. Geeti ki eyes wide open hui.
Dono fast breaths exhale kar rahe the. SUV roof liner unke bilkul upar tha. Outside distant parking area mein ek heavy car door close hone ki muffled metallic thud sound aayi. Both stayed still. Sound faded away into silence.
Arjun ki finger exact naade ki knot par thi. Geeti ki gaze direct uski finger par locked thi.
Geeti ne hand away shift nahi kiya.
Lekin Arjun ne knot unfasten bhi nahi ki.
Usne wapas apna mouth Geeti ke bare breasts par place kiya, aur niche apna hand petticoat fabric ke over-layer se, exact crotch center par, soft fabric through firmly press kar diya.
Geeti ki waist violently arch-up hui.
"Ahhh— fuck..." sound completely control break karke nikal gayi.
Arjun ne uske ear-line par dense, warm breath release ki,
"Abhi bhi limit par chal raha hoon. Tum bolo toh barrier cross karoon. Tum bolo toh yahin hold karoon."
Geeti ki eyes closed ho gayi. Pistachio pallu leather floor par drop ho chuka tha. Blouse completely pushed open. Body full exposure mein Arjun ke under shudder kar rahi thi.
Usne Arjun ki wrist ko grip kiya—away push karne ke liye nahi.
Wahi exact pressure par hold karke rakhne ke liye.
Aur uske hothon se jo whisper-tone nikli, woh completely transformed thi:
"Mat ruk, Arjun..."




Mat ruk, Arjun…”

Arjun ne un do lafzon ko clear command samajh liya.
Usne petticoat ka naada ek hi stroke mein khol diya. Cream silk fabric kamar se dheela ho kar Geeti ki gori thighs tak niche khisak gaya. Saree aur petticoat ke niche black lacey panty explicitly reveal hui—jo pehle se hi uske natural juices se completely drenched thi. Crotch line ka central part skin se chipka hua tha, aur ek dark, wet patch saaf chamak raha tha.
Arjun ne do ungliyaan panty ke wet fabric ke upar se hi uski swollen pussy par circular pressure ke saath ferin. Geeti ki kamar jhatke se leather seat se upar uth gayi.
“Ahhh— Arjun…”
Usne panty ko jhatke se side kar diya. Ek ungli seedha uski gulabi, wet folds ke beech slide hui. Geeti itni drenched thi ki Arjun ki ungli bina kisi resistance ke deeply andar chali gayi. Garam. Tight. Deeply contraction-filled. Arjun ki heavy, hot saansain Geeti ke bare lower abdomen par girne lagiin.
“Itni tight… abhi bhi,” usne deep voice mein whisper kiya. “Pub night ke baad se aur zyada wet aur sensitive lag rahi hai.”
Geeti ne Arjun ke broad shoulders ko kas ke pakad liya, uski ungliyan linen fabric mein dhas gayiin. Ungli aahista se bahar nikli, phir deeply andar. Har stroke ke saath thoda aur gehra penetration. Geeti ke breathless moans cabin ke tinted ambience mein phat kar bikharne lage.
“Mmmhh… ahh… wahan… exactly wahan…”
Arjun ne doosri ungli bhi saath mein inner passage mein push kar di.
Geeti ki aankhein jhatke se khul gayin, lashes wet thin. “Arjun— wait— aahh—!”
Do ungliyaan ab uski chut ke andar deep stroke de rahi thin. Geeti ki inner walls unhe kas kar squeeze kar rahi thin. Arjun ne ungliyon ko andar hook kiya, upar ki wall par press karte hue—wahi exact g-spot jahan usne pub ke hidden booth mein dhoondha tha. Geeti ki gori taangein Arjun ki waist ke around tightly lock ho gayiin.
Geeti seat par violently bounce karne lagi.
Pehle chhote, involuntary lifts. Phir uski hips Arjun ki hatheli ke against broad rhythm mein move hone lagiin. Pistachio chiffon saree poori tarah kamar tak slide ho chuki thi, revealing her entire bare thighs. Blouse U-neck se khula hua, uske bhari breasts upar-neeche violently shake kar rahe the. Anklet har thrust par loud chhan-chhan ki sound de rahi thi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… Arjun… aur deep… do ungliyan aur press karo…”
Arjun ne stroke speed doubles kar di. Do ungliyaan rapid motion mein andar-baahar, aur thumb direct uske swollen clit par continuous circular friction. Geeti ki aawaz ab bilkul controlled nahi thi.
“Fuu— mmhh— don’t stop… keep fucking my chut with your fingers—!”



Arjun ne panty ko uski legs se neeche kheench liya. Geeti ne helpless state mein legs lift kiye, aur panty ek ankle par latak kar reh gayi. Arjun ne uski thighs ko poori tarah apart stretch kar diya.

Parking lot ki dim tube light aur car interior ka light panel direct uski naked chut par focus hua.
Geeti ki chut completely swollen thi, flushed pink aur Dusky tone ke beautiful mix ke saath. Outer lips soft aur warm the. Beech ki wet line bright, glistening pink thi—itni slick ki internal juices uski inner thighs ke curves tak dribble kar rahe the. Swollen clit top par clear highlight ho rahi thi, hood completely retracted. Do ungliyon ke bahar nikalte hi uski chut ka narrow hole slowly contract hua, phir open hua, jaise further penetration demand kar raha ho.
Arjun ne ek second ke liye bas silence mein dekha.
“Fucking delicious,” usne low, ras-bhari voice mein kaha. “Bilkul… abhi ke abhi chatne layak.”
Geeti ne extreme shyness aur vulnerability mein legs close karne ki koshish ki, par Arjun ne uski bare knees ko firmly separated hold rakha.
“Mat chhupao, Geeti. Main tumhari is wet chut ko dekh kar hi poori tarah se khane wala hoon.”
Arjun ne apna face niche lower kiya.
Petticoat ka cream fabric uske head par ek tent jaisa structure ban gaya. Geeti ki dono bare thighs Arjun ke shoulders aur neck ke around wrapping position mein aa gayiin. Arjun ne pehle uski inner thigh line par tongue slide ki—wet drip ko jeebh se trace karte hue—aur phir seedha uski bare chut par apna mouth place kar diya.
Geeti ke gale se loud, shriek-like moan burst-out hui.
“AHHH— Arjun—!”
Arjun ne pehli long, firm lick bottom se top tak lagayi. Poori wet slit ko opening se clit tak tongue se sweep kiya. Geeti ki natural wetness Arjun ki jeebh par spread ho gayi—warm, intensely intoxicating, aur slick. Usne apne hothon se uski pussy lips ke flesh ko suck kiya, phir firm clit ko lips ke beech grip karke gently pull kiya.
Geeti ne Arjun ka head apni thighs ke beech violent strength ke saath press kar liya. Arjun ki neck uski soft inner skin mein bury ho gayi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… mmhh— fuck… Arjun… your mouth is so warm—!”
Arjun ne jeebh ko flat karke clit par slow, heavy circles diye, phir tongue tip se rapid flicks. Ek ungli wapas chut ke andar deep slide hui. Phir do ungliyan. Mouth top par, fingers inside—dono actions synchronization mein chalne lage.
Geeti seat par uske mouth ke against uncontrollable speed mein bounce kar rahi thi. Kabhi woh Arjun ka head apni pussy par tight press karti, toh kabhi uske hair fingers mein grip karke motion guide karti.
“Wahan— wahan— haan… ahhh right there on that spot—!”
Arjun ne command read kar li. Fingers ne front G-spot wall ko upward press kiya, aur jeebh ne clit par aggressive suction applied rakhi. Geeti ki shrieking tone ek notch higher pitch par hit kar gayi.
“Arjun… main… main climax hone wali hoon… AHHH!”
Arjun ne mouth away pull nahi kiya.
Geeti ki bare legs uski neck par vice-like grip mein tight ho gayiin. Uski heels SUV ki plush leather seat back par dig-in kar gayiin. Uska poora body ek moment ke liye completely rigid aur taut hua, aur phir explosive release mein break ho gaya.
“AHHH— AHHH— AHHH—!”
Intense, violent orgasm Arjun ke mouth par directly burst hua. Geeti ki pussy walls repeatedly contract ho kar Arjun ki fingers ko tight grip kar rahi thin, uski clit tongue ke against rhythmically pulse kar rahi thi, aur heavy squirt-like wetness Arjun ke lips, chin, aur jeebh par overflow hone lagi. Arjun ne ek single drop waste nahi hone diya. Usne har pulse, har wet drip ko completely lick off kar liya, jo uski inner thighs tak dribble ho raha tha.
Geeti ki breathless screaming gradually slow, heavy moans aur panting mein reduce ho gayi. “Mmhh… ahh… bas… Arjun… kaafi hai… I can’t take more…”
Arjun ne last long, slow tongue trace di, clean karte hue, jise har inch savor kar raha ho. Phir usne apna face elevate kiya. Uske lips glistening wetness se shine kar rahe the, chin par wet trails thin. Usne Geeti ki dark, glazed eyes mein dekha aur uski hi sweet wetness ko apne lower lip se tongue se clean kar ke swalllow kiya.




Geeti car ceiling ki taraf blankly gaze kar rahi thi, saansain completely erratic thin. Blouse open, breasts bare, saree waist par crumpled, aur panty ek ankle par hanging position mein. Her body was completely soft, trembling, aur spent.

Arjun uske over-top shift hua, par full penetration attempt nahi kiya. Usne bas Geeti ke soft lips par ek slow, deep, saliva-slicked kiss place ki—carrying her own taste back to her mouth.
“Ab tum meri jeebh par cum kar chuki ho, Geeti,” usne uske earlobe par warm saans chhodte hue whisper kiya. “Next time jab milenge, main direct andar tak jaaunga. Aaj ke liye itna hi restraint.”
Geeti ne Arjun ki shirted chest ko grip kiya, par koi verbal counter nahi diya. Sirf ek aur broken, shivering breath release ki.
Outside parking lot mein kisi heavy vehicle ka V8 engine rev-up aur door slam sound echo hua.
Both froze instantly.
Phir Geeti ne heavy eyelashes open kiin. Reality completely return kar rahi thi—basement B2, tinted glass, uski completely unraveled pistachio saree, bare breasts, wet pussy, aur yeh young man jo uske legs ke beech se abhi-abhi step-back kar raha tha.
Usne floor par se chiffon pallu search kiya. Uski hands continuously shudder kar rahe the.
Arjun ne unhooked lacey panty ko uske ankle se completely detach kiya aur discrete motion mein apni front linen pocket mein slide kar liya.
Geeti ne dekha, par recall ya stop karne ke liye koi word nahi bola.
Usne bas rapid fingers se blouse lining adjust ki, petticoat ka tight naada tie-up kiya, saree ko waist line par pull-down kiya, aur tinted window glass ke us paar outer shadow zone mein dhoondhne lagi…
ki kahin basement columns ke peeche Soham stand karke is poori backseat licking aur finger-fucking session ko watch toh nahi kar raha tha.




Geeti ne jaldi-jaldi apne sleeveless blouse ke hooks fasten karna shuru kiye. Uski gori ungliyan ab bhi uncontrollable thrill aur adrenaline ke maare shudder kar rahi thin. Distorted U-neck line ko properly position kiya, aur phir leather seat ke neeche daba hua pistachio chiffon pallu kheench kar nikaala. Soft fabric thoda sa rumpled ho chuka tha, par usne quickly pleats ko set karke left shoulder par dbang kar liya. Silk petticoat ka naada tightly tie kiya aur saree ke lower hemline ko feet tak adjust kar liya.

Car ke andar koi vanity mirror nahi tha. Tinted side window panel mein use apni blurry silhouette nazar aayi—gudaz baal thode bikhre hue, hoth Arjun ke continuous sucking aur licking se swollen aur flushed red, aur kaajal ke smudges outer corners par faile hue.



Arjun ne apni white linen shirt ke upper buttons align kiye. Uske lips par ab bhi Geeti ki internal moisture ka sheen baaki tha. Usne Geeti ko deep, heavy eyes se dekha, koi word spoken nahi hua, bas front seat par rakha leather clutch bag utha kar uske hand mein pakda diya.

Panty ab bhi Arjun ki front trouser pocket mein hidden thi, shape outer fabric par clear press ho rahi thi.
Geeti ne dekha, lekin usne ek lafz bhi counter ya demand nahi kiya.
Car door lock click sound ke saath open hua. Basement ki damp, concrete-scented cool air interior mein enter hui. Geeti ne apni thin-strap heels set kiye, aur floor par feet rakhte hi silver anklets ne ek soft chime sound diya. Arjun doosri side se utra, door firmly slam-shut kiya, aur remote key press kar di.
Private elevator lobby tak dono completely quiet walk karte rahe. Is baar lift car completely vacant thi. Arjun ne ground floor G ka button press kiya. Steel cabin smoothly upward elevation start kar chuki thi.
Floor 2 cross hone se pehle, Arjun ne Geeti ke shoulder ko hold karke wall ke against pinning position mein le aaya. Ek last, deep kiss. Pub booth wali quick, fearful kiss nahi, aur SUV back seat wali wild, aggressive licking/finger-fucking energy bhi nahi—yeh ek slow, thick, lingering kiss thi, jismein Geeti ki wetness ka taste unke mouths ke beech re-exchange ho raha tha. Geeti ne Arjun ke linen shirt collar ko fingers mein grip kar liya. Pistachio pallu unke closely pressed chests ke beech squished ho gaya.
"Mmmhh..." a low, helpless sound escaped Geeti's throat.
Elevator ki soft chime sound baji. Dono jhatke se alag hue, breath control ki. Door open hua. Ek middle-aged society uncle step-in hue, button press kiya, aur discreetly bina kisi par pay attention kiye corner mein stand ho gaye.
Ground Floor.
Bahar Juhu area ki late Sunday afternoon sunlight ab dim amber twilight mein convert ho rahi thi.
Arjun ne SUV parking lot se nikaali. Geeti front passenger seat par silent position mein baithi, saree ke fabric ko lap par gather karti hui, gazing continuously out of the window glass. Distance drive ke dauran koi specific dialogue nahi hua. Sirf ek baar Arjun ka left hand gear knob se slide hokar Geeti ki bare waist line par aaya, gold waist chain ke over-curve par press hua, and then withdrew back to the steering wheel.
Unki residential society gate se exact do buildings pehle Arjun ne dark side tree shade mein vehicle park kar di—exactly jaise pehle se calculated ho.
Geeti ne seatbelt unlatch ki, clutch bag arm under lock kiya.
Arjun ne wrist hold karke position halt kar di.
"Geeti."
Woh ruki, head turn kiya.
Arjun ne steering wheel ke across lean hokar use ek final goodbye kiss di—short, firm, and softly biting her lower swollen lip between his teeth. Release karte hue usne warm breath se whisper kiya, "Tumhari lacey panty mere paas hi rahegi. Always remember this afternoon."
Geeti ke cheeks aur earlobes immediate heat se crimson red ho gaye. Usne quiet voice mein sirf ek word bola, "Bye," aur door handle pull karke car se step-out kar gayi.
Uski thin-strap heels society pavement par rhythmic tap sound create karti hui aage badhiin. Main entry gate par security guard ne routine habit mein formal salute kiya. Geeti ne pallu chest par tighten kiya, facial expressions ko completely neutral aur composed banaya, aur lift lobby ki taraf badh gayi.
Flat ke wooden door lock mein key insert karte hi use instant intuition ho gaya—Soham already ghar par majood tha. Uske formal leather shoes shoe-rack par neatly placed line mein the.
Door swing open hua.
Soham living room ke central leather sofa par straight posture mein baitha tha. Encrypted phone center table par face-down tha, TV completely off tha. Usne Geeti ko bottom to top complete analytical gaze se evaluate kiya—pistachio green chiffon saree, slightly rumpled waist pleats, disheveled hair locks, aur uninhibitedly swollen, bite-marked hoth.
"Wapas aa gayi."
Geeti ne entrance area mein heels unstrap kiin. Silver anklets ki chhan-chhan sound instant mute ho gayi.
Soham sofa se stand-up hua aur slowly walk karta hua uske bilkul face-to-face distance par aa khada hua. Itna close ki Geeti ko uske skin ka natural warm aura aur intense gaze clearly feel ho rahi thi. Usne Geeti ka pallu fix karne ki koi attempt nahi ki. Sirf direct, low-pitch question:
"Enjoy kiya?"
Geeti ki kaajli, dark eyes direct Soham ki cold, calculating eyes par locked thin. Basement B2 SUV, Arjun ka warm mouth uski wet pussy folds par, uski two fingers deep inside her G-spot, lift wall ke against lingering kisses, aur pocket mein secret panty trophy—har single frame uske mind mein electric flash ki tarah run ho gaya.
Usne subtle, deliberate nod kiya.
Haan.
"Bohut enjoy kiya," Geeti ne shivering, low voice mein clear sentence bola. "Haan... I enjoyed every second of it."
Soham ki sharp gaze Geeti ke swollen lips par ruki, phir uski bare waist line par gold chain par, aur aakhir mein uski fearless eyes par. Usne us moment par koi additional interrogative questions nahi kithe. Usne bas Geeti ka wrist firmly clasp kiya.
Dono master bedroom ki taraf walk kar gaye.
Bedroom door internal lock click sound ke saath closed ho gaya.
Behind them, living room mein deep, heavy silence aur unspoken anticipation phail gayi.

[RedDranzar]

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[Rajendra karka]

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[Erotica erotica]

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[Suraj28]

Keep on going…more episodes of this … waiting

[chrisgale159]

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[RedDranzar]

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[RedDranzar]

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[Suraj28]

Next update please , bahut din hue

[Suraj28]

Next update …waiting so long

[Joker44]

Geeti's Home few hours pehle:

Shaam ke saat se pehle flat ka mahaul pehle se hi badal chuka tha, jaise kisi ne AC ke saath-saath hawas ki ek invisible layer bhi on kar di ho.
Geeti ne pistachio chiffon saree ka pallu chest par tightly set kiya, blouse ke neeche gold waist chain ki thin line ek second ke liye chamki, aur door pe rukte hue usne Soham ki taraf mudkar sirf itna bola, “Late ho sakti hoon.” Uske encrypted phone par Arjun ka last ping already glow kar raha tha. Soham ne nod kiya jaise koi ordinary office late-shift sun raha ho, lekin uski aankhon mein wohi cold, calculating sharpness thi jo Geeti ab pehchaan leti hai — woh jaanta hai woh kahan ja rahi hai, aur kis ke liye.
Jab door band hua aur lift lobby ki muffled ding gayab hui, ghar mein ek charged silence cha gaya. AC soft humming kar raha tha, kitchen se halki chai ki khushboo aa rahi thi, aur hallway ke doosre end par Amrita ka room adha-khula pada tha jaise koi invitation unfinished chhod diya gaya ho.
Soham living room ke leather sofa par baitha, phone screen ko blank stare karta hua. Geeti ka location share on tha — Juhu side, café ke paas, phir basement parking ka familiar pin. Usne notification ko swipe away kiya. Guilt ek second ke liye flash hua, aur uske turant peeche woh hunger aa gaya jise usne kabhi Geeti ke saamne openly naam nahi diya tha. Hunger ka naam Amrita tha, aur aaj uska naam trousers ke andar pehle se hard sochne laga tha — lund already thick, hot, and leaking a little precum against the fabric just from the thought of her soft body under that peach kurti.
Geeti ko hotwife banana uske liye sirf bedroom fantasy nahi tha. Woh uska long game tha — ek aisa darwaza jisse kholkar woh Amrita ko bina pure dhokhe ke, bina sirf “saali” wale gunah ke, apni bed tak la sake. Jab Geeti kisi aur mard ke haathon aur muh mein busy hoti, tabhi yeh ghar thoda free hota, aur Soham ka lund usi free air mein sochne lagta tha — imagining Amrita’s wet cunt dripping while he fucked her slow and deep.
“Jijoo?”
Amrita hallway se nikli. Usne soft peach colour ki short cotton kurti pehni thi jo petitness par cling karti thi, neckline dheeli thi aur teen chhote buttons se bandhi hui thi, neeche black stretch leggings jo uski slim thighs aur round hips ko clear dikha rahe the. Baal shoulder-length aur thode bikhre the, jaise padhai ke beech uthkar aayi ho, aur kuch strands uske left cheek par chipke the. Uski sun-kissed, halki gehunua skin warm lamp light mein glow kar rahi thi; lips pe halka pink tint tha, aankhein bright aur teasing. Uske haath mein half-open notebook tha, jise usne center table par rakha aur Soham ke bilkul paas aa kar ruk gayi. Uski saans mein thoda soap aur coconut shampoo ki smell thi — mixed now with the faint heat already rising between her legs.
“Didi gayi?” usne pucha, awaaz mein wohi Gen-Z teasing jo pehle din se uske “Jijoo” mein chipki thi.
“Haan,” Soham ne kaha. Surface par gharwali calm thi, lekin awaaz ke neeche ek thick hunger chal raha tha. “Woh busy hai.”
Amrita ne ek aankh maarte hue smile di, aur smile ke saath uski peach kurti ka gala thoda aur aage jhuk gaya. “Busy matlab bank, ya woh wali busy jisme aap location share on rakhte ho?”
Soham ne magazine band kiya aur uski taraf dekha. “Tum samajhdaar ho, Amrita. Zyada sawal mat poocho.”
“Matlab Arjun,” Amrita ne dheere se kaha, naam itna casually jaise chai ka brand bol rahi ho. Woh sofa ke armrest se slide hote hue Soham ke bilkul qareeb baith gayi, itna qareeb ki unke thighs chipak gaye aur uski kurti ka gala aage jhukte hi soft cleavage line living room light mein khul gayi. Soham ki nazar rokne ki koshish ke bawajood ek full second ke liye wahi ruk gayi — doodh-si soft upper curve, light pink lace bra ka thin edge neckline ke under se dikhta hua, garam skin, aur us deep line mein halka sa shadow jahan dono breasts milte the. Her nipples were already stiff little points under the lace, and the way she pressed her thighs together told him her pussy was getting wet just from sitting this close.
Amrita ne notice kiya. Uske hothon par shararti smile aur gehri ho gayi, aur usne jaan-bujhkar saans lete hue chest thodi aur uthayi taaki cleavage aur clear dikhe.
“Jijoo, aap dekh rahe ho,” usne soft, flirtatious tone mein kaha. “Main exam notes distraction ke liye nahi laayi thi. Aap distraction ho. Aur yeh kurti bhi aapke liye thodi dheeli chhodi hai.”
Soham ne halki hasi di, par uski jaw tight thi. “Amrita, itna mat chhedo.”
“Kya Amrita?” woh aur qareeb slide hui. Uski thigh Soham ki thigh se chipak gayi — garam cotton on formal trousers — aur usne apna haath uske knee par rakh diya jaise galti se. “Didi bahar kisi aur ke saath hai, aur aap yahan baithke saint ban rahe ho? Main toh sochti thi aap itne control wale nahi hain. Aapki aankhein toh meri cleavage padh rahi hain.”




Soham ne uska chin do ungliyon se uthaya. Contact soft tha, lekin uski aankhon mein clear eagerness thi — woh eagerness jo Geeti ko share karne ke peeche chhupi thi, aur jo ab Amrita ke hothon ke bilkul paas aa khadi thi. “Main saint nahi hoon. Main plan karne wala aadmi hoon.”
“Plan?” Amrita ne whisper kiya, hoth uske bilkul qareeb, saans uske muh par garam. Uski aankhein half-lidded thin, lashes neeche, pink lips thode open. “Mujhe bhi batao na plan, jiju.”
Usne jaan-bujhkar jiju bola — thoda slow, thoda moist, jaise lafz ko jeebh par rakhkar melt kar rahi ho. Soham ka control ek inch khiska. His cock throbbed hard in his trousers, the head already sticky with precum.
Pehli kiss soft thi, testing wali. Soham ne pehle uske upper lip ko halka brush kiya, phir lower lip ko apne hothon se packar slow suck kiya. Amrita ke hoth warm the, thode nervous, thode bold; usne pehle ek second rukkar respond kiya, phir uske lower lip ko wapas chusa. Dusri kiss deep ho gayi. Soham ne uska muh thoda khola, jeebh se uske hothon ke beech invite diya, aur Amrita ne jeebh milayi — pehle shy tip, phir full wet slide. Saliva thodi si mix hui. Amrita ne notebook side table par dhakel diya bina dekhe. Uska haath Soham ke chest par gaya, linen shirt ke buttons ke beech, ungliyan hard muscle feel karti hui, aur uske gale se soft moan nikal gaya jo living room ke silence mein bahut bada laga. The sound was filthy, wet, and needy.
Woh kiss todkar uske kaan ke paas boli, awaaz already thick, “Jijoo… aapke hoth itne garam hain.” Phir usne khud uska muh pakad liya aur teesri kiss shuru ki — is baar zyada hungry, jeebh tezz, daant uske lower lip par halka bite. Soham ne uske baalon mein haath daala aur uska head tilt karke kiss aur gehra kiya, dusri taraf se uski kamar pakad li.
Soham ne use sofa par thoda recline kiya. Amrita ka peach kurti ka pehla button uske chest ke bilkul upar tha; usne ungli se us button ko khola, phir doosra, aur kurti ka gala dono taraf khul gaya. Light pink lace bra ab clear dikh rahi thi — delicate, almost see-through lace, cups mein uske soft breasts push up ho rahe the, cleavage deep aur warm lamp light mein shiny. Bra ke under-wire ke upar gori skin, collarbone par thoda blush, aur nipples lace ke through already hard points ban chuke the. Amrita ne dekha ki Soham kya dekh raha hai, aur usne sharmaane ki jagah apni saans aur gehri lete hue chest uthayi. Uske andar ek gandi, sweet thrill daud gayi — didi bahar kisi aur ke saath thi, aur jiju uski bra dekh raha tha. Her pussy clenched hard inside the leggings, already soaking the thin fabric.



“Aapko… pasand aayi?” usne panted whisper mein pucha, gaal pink, aankhein shiny.
Soham ne jawab shabdon se nahi diya. Usne uski kurti aur side ki, broad palm uski kamar par slip ki — bare warm skin, soft waist jo uski hatheli mein bilkul fit aa rahi thi — aur muh seedha uski cleavage par le gaya. Usne us deep line ko jeebh se lick kiya, neeche se upar, phir left breast ke upper curve par open-mouth kiss diya. Amrita ki saans tezz ho gayi; usne Soham ke baalon mein ungliyan daal diin aur uska head apni chest par press kiya. “Ahh… jiju… wahan…”
Soham ne light pink lace ke over-cup par muh rakh diya aur nipple ko fabric ke through suck kiya. Lace geela ho gaya. Amrita ki kamar arch ho gayi, soft breast uski hatheli mein weight ban gaya, aur uske hothon se ek choked moan nikal gaya. Usne feel kiya ki uski pussy leggings ke andar pehle se warm aur thodi geeli ho rahi hai, jaise body jiju ke muh ka wait kar rahi ho. Soham ne dusra haath uski right breast par rakha, lace ke upar se knead kiya, thumb se hard nipple ko circles mein ragda, aur Amrita ke hips involuntary forward push hone lage. The wet spot in her leggings was spreading, her clit throbbing against the tight fabric every time she ground up.
“Ahh, dheere… fuck, aap bohot eager lag rahe ho aaj,” usne lips ke beech kaha, par usne haath hataaya nahi. Uske gaal laal the, lips swollen aur shiny, baal aur bikhre. Woh khud ko sofa par aur open kar rahi thi — thighs thodi si khuli, peach kurti ab almost chest tak khuli, pink lace bra half-exposed.
“Tumhe nahi pata main kitna chahta hoon tumhe aaj,” Soham ne complete sentence mein kaha, awaaz heavy aur dirty. Usne dusra haath uski thigh par rakha — leggings ke upar, andar ki taraf, bilkul us line tak jahan heat feel hone lagti hai. Amrita ki legs thodi si aur khuli. Soft grinding shuru hua — fabric on fabric, uski pussy ka warm pressure Soham ke hard cock ke against, breath on breath. Har grind pe Amrita ko feel hota tha ki uska clit leggings ke through ragad kha raha hai, aur har grind pe Soham ka cock uski thigh par thick shape mein press hota tha. Precum was already soaking a small patch on his trousers where the head kept rubbing.
Soham ke dimaag mein ek clear, dirty image thi: Geeti basement mein Arjun ke muh aur ungliyon ke neeche… aur yahan Amrita uske haathon mein, pink lace bra ke through nipple hard, thighs open, kurti khuli. Hotwife door khula rakhna isliye zaroori tha. Tabhi yeh gunah share ban sakta tha, sirf betrayal nahi — aur tabhi Amrita uski bed tak, isi ladder se, aa sakti thi.
Usne Amrita ki left bra strap ko shoulder se thoda neeche slide kiya. Cup side ko khiska kar uska soft, gora breast bahar nikal aaya — round, young, nipple dark-pink aur tight. Amrita ne ek sharp saans li aur “Jijoo” moan kiya, lekin rokne ka koi haath nahi aaya. Soham ne bare nipple ko seedha muh mein liya, jeebh se circle kiya, lightly bite kiya, phir suck kiya jaise milk nikalna ho. Amrita ke nails uske scalp mein kas gaye; uske hips ab clear grind kar rahe the, soft wet sounds nahi, lekin fabric ke against wet heat clear thi. Uske andar feel ho raha tha ki panty already cling kar rahi hai, clit swollen, aur jiju ka muh uske breast par usse aur bheega bana raha hai. Every suck made her cunt pulse and leak more.





“Jijoo, aap aise continue kiye toh main sambhal nahi paungi,” uski awaaz tootne se pehle poori sentence banane ki koshish mein thi. “Mera… mera neeche bilkul geela ho raha hai. Fuck, wait, ahhh—”
Woh second base par the — hands under clothes, mouth on bare nipple, thighs locked, hips slow grind. Soham ka cock trousers mein itna hard press kar raha tha Amrita ki thigh ke against ki shape clear feel ho rahi thi. Usne instinctively uske haath ko wahan guide kiya. Amrita ne through fabric squeeze diya — curious, bold, thick length ko palm se measure karti hui, shaft ko upar-neeche rub karti hui — phir ek second ke liye shy flush uske gaalon par aa gaya, lekin usne haath hataaya nahi. Jab usne precum ka halka damp feel kiya cloth ke through, uske hothon se ek dirty little laugh-moan nikal gaya. She kept stroking him through the trousers, feeling how heavy and hot he was.
“Itna hard hai?” usne almost giggle ke saath whisper kiya, swollen lips Soham ke gale par. “Didi ko pata chala toh hum dono khatam ho jayenge. Par aap… aap mujhe aise chus rahe ho jaise main aapki hoon.”
“Didi abhi busy hai,” Soham ne uske gale par open-mouth kiss karte hue kaha, awaaz heavy aur horny. Usne uski neck ko daanton se halka mark kiya, jeebh se lick kiya, phir uske ear ke paas bola, “Aur main tumhe chahta hoon. Poori tarah. Samajh rahi ho? Main tumhe aaj fuck karna chahta hoon, Amrita. Kapde utaar ke, is pink bra ko sofa pe phenk ke, tumhari geeli chut mein lund daal ke.”
Amrita ki aankhein uski aankhon se mili. Flirt ab thoda serious ho gaya tha, saansein tez thin, lips swollen, left breast abhi bhi bra se bahar, nipple wet aur shiny Soham ki saliva se. Uske andar body keh rahi thi haan, lekin dimaag didi ki line pakde hue tha. “Poori tarah matlab kya, jiju? Bolke batao.”
Soham ne uske waistband ki elastic ko ungli se touch kiya — ek warning, ek offer — aur leggings ke andar soft skin feel ki, panty line ke bilkul upar rukte hue. Uski ungli ne feel kiya ki cotton panty already thodi damp hai, warm aur sticky. “Matlab main tumhe bed tak le jaana chahta hoon. Aaj. Abhi. Kapde utaar ke, ungliyon se nahi — lund se. Tumhe chillate hue sunna chahta hoon.”
Amrita ne saans roki. Uski thighs ek second ke liye tighter press hui, pussy throb hui, lekin phir usne uska haath gentle lekin clear rok liya, second base par hi, usse aage bilkul nahi. Usne apna exposed breast bra ke cup mein wapas slide kiya, haath kaanpte hue, aur Soham ki ungli ko waistband se hata diya.




“Nahi, abhi nahi,” usne panted full voice mein kaha. “Ruko, jiju. Yahan tak theek hai — kiss, haath, muh, grind. Usse aage nahi. Main… main ready feel kar rahi hoon, par abhi nahi.”
Dono ek minute sirf saansein lete rahe. AC humming kar raha tha. Bahar kisi scooter ki door band hone ki awaaz aayi. Soham ne maathe ko uske maathe se touch kiya — frustration clear, force zero — lund ab bhi trousers mein painful hard, Amrita ki thigh aur damp panty ki yaad ab bhi skin par. Amrita ke gaal abhi bhi laal the, lips bitten, kurti ke khule buttons se pink lace bra dikh rahi thi, aur uski aankhon mein hawas ke saath thoda sa control bhi tha. Her leggings were still damp at the crotch, clit still swollen and sensitive.
Amrita ne apni kurti ke do buttons wapas lagaye, baal peeche kiye, aur thodi der uske chest par sar rakh kar leti rahi. Uska jism ab bhi thoda kaanp raha tha; leggings ka crotch warm damp tha, nipples bra ke under ab bhi hard. Flirt wapas aaya, halka, testing, dirty soft.
“Itna tadap rahe ho jiju. Main toh sochti thi aap sirf didi ke plans banate ho.” Usne uske jawline par ungli feri, swollen lips se smile karti hui. “Aap mujhe bhi us plan mein rakhte ho kya? Kyunki aapne meri bra tak dekh li, nipple chus liya, aur main aapke lund ko squeeze kar chuki hoon.”
Soham ne hasi di — dark, honest, hungry. “Tum plan ka hissa nahi ho, Amrita. Tum reason ho.”
Woh baat air mein heavy pad gayi. Amrita ne thodi der chup rehkar phir soft, curious tone mein poocha — woh sawaal jo uske dimaag mein pehle se tha:
“Jijoo, didi ne abhi tak kya kiya hai? Sach-sach batao. Woh us ladke ke saath kahan tak gayi hai?”
Soham ne ceiling ki taraf dekha aur words measure kiye — boast nahi, report-ritual bhi nahi, bas dirty truth ka ek clean slice.
“Woh action le rahi hai,” usne dheere, clear sentences mein kaha. “Kiss, touch, uske muh mein, uski ungliyon se. Garage tak gayi thi. Usne uski chut chatwaayi, ungliyan andar li, climax bhi kiya. Par poori tarah nahi di. Lund abhi andar nahi liya. Full nahi hua. Samjhi?”
Amrita ki aankhon mein curiosity aur thodi si relief dono the. Uski saans ab thodi normal ho rahi thi, lekin uske hoth ab bhi swollen the. “Matlab half open hai woh?”
“Haan. Half open.”
Amrita ne Soham ke shirt ke collar ko theek kiya jaise koi gharwali si care de rahi ho, phir uski aankhon mein seedha dekha. Flirt soft tha, lekin line crystal clear thi.
“Phir main bhi wahi rukungi jahan Didi ruki hai.”
Soham ne kuch kehna chaha — please, aaj, thoda aur, panty side karke sirf ungli — par Amrita ne ungli uske hothon par rakh di, jo ab bhi uske taste se geele the.
“Jab tak woh poori tarah nahi di, main bhi nahi dungi.” Usne thoda sa smile kiya, wohi mischief jo pehle din suitcase uthate waqt thi, lekin ab awaaz mein adult firmness thi. “Matlab race nahi hai, jiju. Woh jitna open hui hai, main utna. Zyada nahi. Aaj sirf yahan tak — unke barabar. Haath, muh, grind. Lund nahi. Kal… dekhte hain.”
Soham ne uski ungli ko kiss kiya. Hunger ab bhi trousers mein tight tha, precum ka thoda damp patch fabric par feel ho raha tha, par uske andar ek colder satisfaction bhi thi: pace match. Geeti jab full degi, Amrita ka darwaza bhi khulega. Hotwife ladder ka next rung. Amrita ko bed par litaana uska endgame tha; aaj ka deny us endgame ka hissa tha.
“Theek hai,” usne kaha. “Barabar chalenge.”
Amrita ne ek last soft peck diya — lovers wali, chhoti, hothon par saliva ka halka taste — aur sofa se uth khadi hui. Uski legs ab bhi thodi shaky thin; peach kurti ke buttons again band the, lekin pink lace bra ka edge ab bhi neckline se thoda dikh raha tha; bra ke under nipples ab bhi hard outline de rahe the; leggings ka crotch thoda warm damp tha. Usne notebook uthaya jaise kuch hua hi na ho, lekin uske swollen lips aur messy baal sab kuch bata rahe the.
“Main padhne jaati hoon. Agar didi jaldi aa gayi toh bathroom chala jaana, jiju. Aapka face abhi bohot obvious hai, aur yeh…” usne uske trousers ke bulge ki taraf ek quick dirty glance diya, “…yeh toh bilkul chhupta nahi. Main bhi mirror mein dekhke aati hoon pehle — mera face bhi abhi jiju-kiss wala hai.”
Soham ne hasi di, awaaz low aur rough. “Tumhari aankhein bhi nahi chhup rahi, Amrita. Na woh pink bra jo tumne mere muh ke liye kholi.”
Amrita door pe rukkar mudhi. Ek last flirt ke saath, shoulder se, tirchi nazar aur swollen lips ke saath, usne kaha,
“Next time jab didi busy ho, thoda aur der tak rukiyega. Main notes khatam karke aati hoon. Aur us din… dekhte hain Didi kahan tak khuli hoti hai. Shayad tab meri yeh pink bra sofa pe padi hogi.”
Woh room mein gayab ho gayi.
Soham sofa par baitha raha. Phone screen par Geeti ka pin ab ghar ki taraf move kar raha tha. Usne Amrita ki lipstick ka halka trace apne collar se wipe kiya, shirt buttons theek kiye, lund ko adjust karke uncomfortable hardness ko thoda shift kiya, aur TV on kar diya jaise koi ordinary shaam ho. Uske jeebh par ab bhi uske nipple ka taste tha, aur haath par uski damp panty line ki yaad. His cock was still painfully hard, the wet patch on his trousers cooling slowly.
Andar, uska agenda bilkul clear tha. Geeti ko hotwife banana taaki Amrita uski bed tak, usi pace par, bina tod-phod ke aa sake — pehle half, phir full, phir bilkul uske neeche. Aaj usne uski kurti kholi thi, pink lace bra dekhi thi, bare nipple chusa tha, uski geeli panty feel ki thi, aur uske haath se apna lund squeeze karwaya tha. Kal, jab Didi full degi, woh Amrita ko peeche nahi chhodega.
Door bell ke pehle ki khamoshi mein Soham ne ek gehri saans li aur swollen lip apne daant se dabaya, Amrita ke taste ko yaad karti hui.

[Joker44]

Agle din bank ka subah Geeti ke liye ordinary nahi tha, aur usne khud ko force kiya ki woh ordinary ban kar dikhe.
Raat bhar uske jism ne Arjun ke haath aur muh yaad kiye the. Woh abhi bhi half-open thi — kiss, touch, muh, ungliyan, climax — lekin lund andar nahi. Subah uthte hi uski thighs ke beech halka geelapan tha, jaise body keh raha ho ki aur chahiye. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar usne apna chehra dekha — neend kam, hoth thode dry, aankhon mein woh restless shine jo Soham pehle se padh leta hai. Soham ne uske forehead par kiss kiya tha aur office ke liye nikalte hue sirf itna kaha tha, “Enjoy the day.” Uske tone mein wohi dark permission thi. Geeti ne smile diya, lekin andar socha: Enjoy? Main toh abhi bhi us basement ki yaad mein geeli soyi thi. Agar aaj koi aur nazar padi… toh main rok paungi?
Usne aaj sleeveless blouse wali saree choose ki — deep maroon chiffon, pallu ek side se loosely set, blouse sleeveless aur deep neck. Fitting tight thi; soft breasts cups bhar rahe the, milky cleavage har kadam pe thodi si hilti thi. Waist chain ki thin gold line blouse ke neeche chamak rahi thi. Makeup soft tha, lips thode dark. Dressing table pe pallu set karte hue usne socha ki yeh look Manager wali hai — formal, polished — lekin sleeveless deep neck uske half-open mood ko bhi leak kar raha tha. Bank mein log dekhenge. Raghavan sir dekhenge. Ramu Kaka… woh toh pehle se hi ghoorta hai. Us soch ne uske pet mein ek gandi, soft lehar daudayi. Woh sharmaayi, phir pallu dheela hi chhod diya. Her nipples were already a little stiff under the thin maroon fabric just from the thought.
Bank pahunchte hi corridor ki AC ne uske sticky collarbone ko thanda kiya. Security ne nod kiya; uski nazar ek second ke liye uske blouse par ruki, phir neeche chali gayi. Geeti ne notice kiya. Pehle woh nazar usse ghin dilati thi. Ab uske andar ek ajeeb sa account chal raha tha — woh dekh raha hai. Mere soft jism ko. Arjun ke baad main khud ko alag feel karti hoon, jaise meri body kisi aur ki language bol rahi ho. Usne pace normal rakha, smile professional, lekin andar heat dheere-dheere jag rahi thi. A faint dampness was already gathering between her thighs again.
Cabin mein files aur calls ne pehle do hours kha liye. Jab woh files sign karne ke liye jhukti, maroon blouse ka deep neck table light mein khulta tha, aur uske dimaag mein Arjun ka muh wapas aa jata tha — uski chut pe, uski ungliyan andar. Woh kursi pe thodi si shift hoti, thighs press karti, aur khud se kehti: Kaam pe focus. Yeh office hai. Tu Manager hai. Phir bhi jab door pe knock hua aur junior clerk andar aaya, uski aankhein ek second ke liye Geeti ki cleavage par atak kar wapas files pe chali gayi. Geeti ne dekha. Andar soft flush aaya. Sab dekh rahe hain. Main chhupa nahi pa rahi. Shayad chhupana bhi nahi chahti. Her pussy clenched once, wetness spreading a little more in her panties.
Dopehar se pehle Raghavan cabin ke bahar se guzre. Unhone rukkar kaha, “Geeti, afternoon meeting short rakho — heat zyada hai aaj.” Unki nazar uske chehre se hote hue uske sleeveless shoulders aur soft neckline par ek beat ke liye ruki, phir professional smile ke saath aage badh gaye. Geeti ne unke peeche dekha. Sir ne bhi notice kiya. Woh abhi pass nahi karenge… lekin unki aankhein soft thin. Jaise woh padh rahe hon ki main restless hoon. Us soch ne usse guilty banaya, aur saath hi thoda wet bhi. Woh paani piye, AC ki taraf muh kiya, lekin underarms pehle se sticky the, blouse ke neeche soft breasts garam. The thin fabric was clinging slightly to her sweaty skin.
Dopehar mein Ramu Kaka coffee tray leke aaye.
Geeti unhe pehle se jaanti thi — bank ke purane chaprasi, lagbhag pachaas, pet thoda bahar, sasti grey pant aur faded shirt, chehre par susti. Kabhi unhe sirf naukar samajhti thi. Ab, Arjun ke baad, jab unki aankhein tray rakhte hue uske jhuke blouse se jhaankti cleavage par besharmi se tik gayi, Geeti ke andar ghin aur thrill dono ek saath uthhe. Unki nazar buzurg wali nahi thi; woh nangi, sasti, bhookhi thi. Geeti ne sar uthaya. Ramu Kaka ne haklate hue “Ji Ma’am, coffee” kaha, lekin aankhein abhi bhi uske soft chest par thin.

Woh pi raha hai mujhe, Geeti ne andar socha, cup haath mein lete hue. Ek chaprasi. Mere pehle uski nazar se ghin aati thi. Ab… ab meri jaanghon ke beech geelapan aa raha hai. Main kya ban rahi hoon, Soham? Hotwife ka nasha itna gehra hai ki Ramu Kaka ki gandi nazar bhi mujhe tadpa rahi hai. Usne pallu theek kiya, lekin neckline nahi chhupayi. “Shukriya, Ramu Kaka. Bahar jaao.” Unhone jate-jate uske hips ko scan kiya. Geeti ne door band kiya, kursi pe peeche hati, aur apna haath dheere se usi soft chest par rakha jahan unki nazar thi. Soft siski. Main abhi fuck nahi hui poori. Arjun ne adhoora chhoda. Aur yeh nazar… yeh mujhe aur khol rahi hai. Her nipples stiffened harder under her palm.
Shaam tak uska jism pura restless tha. Files khatam, bag pack, floor change ke liye lift. Corridor mein chalhte hue usne feel kiya ki uska pallu chest se chipka hai, soft cleavage peeli light mein soft shine de rahi hai, underarms chipchipa paseena. Aaj zyada garmi hai. Ya main zyada garam hoon. Lift ke paas woh akeli khadi thi jab peeche se familiar, thodi sust awaaz aayi.
“Ma’am, neeche jaana hai?”
Ramu Kaka. Haath mein empty file tray. Unki aankhein pehle files par thin, phir — jaise dopehar mein — ek second ke liye uske sleeveless blouse aur deep cleavage par atak gayi. Geeti ne notice kiya, aur is baar usne nazar nahi hatayi. Andar socha: Woh phir dekh raha hai. Main usse rok sakti hoon. Manager wali line bol sakti hoon. Par Arjun ke baad meri body keh rahi hai — dekhne de. Thoda aur. Usne pallu theek kiya, lekin neckline nahi chhupayi. Balki, us half-open heat ne use bold kiya, aur usne tray ke paas jaate hue apna mehnga pen jaan-bujhkar floor pe drop kar diya.
Pen Ramu Kaka ke boots ke paas giri.
Geeti ne ek second rukkar socha: Yeh Soham wala dare jaisa hai. Cabin mein pen. Ab lift se pehle. Main kya kar rahi hoon? Phir soft awaaz mein bola, “Nahi, main utha leti hoon.”
Woh dheere se neeche jhuki. Pallu kaskar nahi pakda. Sleeveless maroon blouse ka deep neck Ramu Kaka ki aankhon ke bilkul saamne khul gaya — milky soft cleavage, breasts ka soft ubhaar, blouse ke edge se soft pink bra ka hint, aur us deep line mein shadow jahan dono soft boobs milte the. Woh pen uthane mein jaan-bujhkar deri karti rahi, underarms thode open, sweaty soft skin peeli lobby light mein chamakti hui. Ramu Kaka ki saans bhaari ho gayi; unka muh adha khula; tray unke haath mein kaanp si gayi. The smell of her warm skin and light sweat reached him.



Geeti ne tirchi nazar se unhe dekha. Unki aankhein uske soft chest ko pee rahi thin. Andar uska dil tezz tha — sharam, power, dirty thrill. Dekh. Pi ja. Main Manager hoon aur tu chaprasi, lekin aaj teri nazar meri chut geeli kar rahi hai. Usne dirty, soft, unclear hint diya: “Itni garmi hai aaj na, Ramu Kaka… bank ka AC bhi kabhi-kabhi fail ho jata hai.” Usne pen uthaya, dheere se khadi hui, pallu sirf half theek kiya taaki cleavage ab bhi soft dikhti rahe. “Chalo, lift.”
Ramu Kaka ne sirf “Ji Ma’am” haklate hue kaha, lekin unki nazar uske soft chest se nahi hati. Unki pant mein pehle se hi thodi tightness aa chuki thi. Geeti ne woh tightness notice ki, aur andar ek soft shock-thrill aaya. Woh hard ho raha hai. Sirf meri cleavage dekh kar. Main abhi tak usse chhui bhi nahi. Her own panties were already sticking a little.
Dono lift mein ghusey. Ramu Kaka ne ground button dabaya. Doors band hue. Lift ne ek second ke liye jerk kiya, phir lights flicker huin, aur cabin beech mein ruk gayi. Ek dull mechanical thud. Display freeze. AC ki humming bhi ruk si gayi. Emergency light ki peeli glow ne cabin ko chhota aur intimate bana diya.
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadka. Usne alarm dabaya; kuch nahi hua. Phone — signal thin. Andar pehle darr aaya, phir uske saath yeh soch: Akeli. Unke saath. Stuck. Meri soft body unki nazar ke saamne.
“Kya hua?” uski awaaz mein panic clear tha. “Ramu Kaka, yeh stuck ho gayi kya?”
“Ji Ma’am… lift thoda… aap… theek ho?” Ramu Kaka ki words polite thin, lekin body nahi. Unki saans pehle se heavy thi, pant tight, stare us cleavage par jo woh naam nahi lete. Geeti ne unki aankhein padhi. Woh darr nahi raha. Woh mujhe dekh raha hai. Jaise yeh stuck uske liye gift ho.
Tabhi lift ne ek aur jhatka diya. Geeti balance kho baithi. Usne socha bagah nahi, sirf kisi solid cheez ka — aur uske haath Ramu Kaka ke chest aur shoulder par chale gaye. Woh unse chipak gayi, scared hug, pure jism se. Maroon saree ka soft fabric unki faded shirt pe press hua. Uska sweaty, soft body — office heat se chipchipa, coconut lotion aur halka paseena — Ramu Kaka ke pet aur chest se chipak gaya. Uski soft boobs sleeveless blouse ke through unke seene pe dab gayi, cleavage unki shirt ke buttons ke against warm weight ban gayi. Uski sweaty underarms unke shoulder ke qareeb open thin, soft aur salty smell ke saath. The heat and salt of her skin filled the small space.
Ramu Kaka ek second ke liye pathar ban gaye.



Geeti ko pehle sirf darr feel hua, phir uske neeche, against uski lower belly aur thigh, kuch sakht, garam, aur clearly male register hua. Ramu Kaka ka lund unki sasti pant mein hard ho chuka tha, aur woh uski soft pet aur saree ke folds ke against press kar raha tha. Geeti ki aankhein badi hui. Saans ruk si gayi. Andar ek poori movie chal gayi: Yeh unka lund hai. Mere against. Soft boobs unke seene pe. Main Manager hoon… aur main is chaprasi ke hard cock ko feel kar rahi hoon. Arjun ne mujhe adhoora chhoda tha — isliye yeh itna tezz lag raha hai. Sharam aayi. Thrill aayi. Hatne ka irada aaya — aur uske turant peeche woh half-open heat. Her clit throbbed hard against the damp fabric of her panties.
Usne unhe aur kareeb kheencha.
Dono haathon se unki shirt ki back pakad kar usne Ramu Kaka ko apne soft jism pe press kiya, jaise darr ke bahane heat nikal rahi ho. Uski soft breasts unke chest pe aur dab gayi; hard nipples sleeveless blouse ke through unki shirt ragad rahe the. Uski lower belly ne unke hard cock ko clearly feel kiya — thick, throbbing, precum se shayad thoda damp — aur usne hips ko halka sa aage diya taaki woh shape aur clear mehsoos ho. Soft moan uske hothon se nikal gaya, darr aur hawas mix. Andar woh khud se pooch rahi thi: Main kya kar rahi hoon? Main unhe kheench rahi hoon. Main unka lund feel karna chahti hoon. Soham… yeh bhi tumhare game ka hissa hai kya?
“Ma’am…” Ramu Kaka ki awaaz toot si gayi. Unke haath pehle air mein the, phir soft, hesitant, uski kamar par aa gaye — saree ke upar, soft waist, waist chain ke edge ko ungliyon se feel karte hue. Jab unhone mehsoos kiya ki Geeti unhe hata nahi rahi, balki kheench rahi hai, unka touch thoda bold hua. Unhone uski soft kamar ko sehlaaya, phir haath upar slide kiya — saree blouse ke side se, uski ribs ke soft curve par, phir uske soft breast ke under-side ko bahar se, cloth ke through, dheere se cup kiya. Soft play, jaise wo maalum nahi kar rahe hon ki Manager ko chhoo rahe hain. Her breast filled his palm through the thin blouse, nipple hard against his fingers.
Geeti ne unka haath nahi hataya. Usne sirf aankhein band ki aur soft saans li. Woh chhoo rahe hain. Mere soft breast ko. Unki gandi nazar ab haath ban gayi hai. Main rok sakti hoon… par mera jism keh raha hai aur.
Ramu Kaka ka muh uske sleeveless shoulder ke qareeb tha. Uski sweaty soft underarm unki nose ke bilkul paas thi — garam, salty, womanly. Unhone ek second rukkar, phir dheere se us soft sweaty armpit ko jeebh se lick kiya — ek soft, wet stroke, phir dusra, uske soft skin ko taste karte hue. Geeti ke jism mein current daud gaya. Soft moan uske gale se nikal gaya, bilkul clear, “Ahh… Ramu Kaka…” Uski panty saree ke neeche already geeli thi; clit throb kar raha tha; soft breasts unke haath aur chest ke beech crush ho rahe the. Andar uska dimaag scramble kar raha tha: Woh meri underarm chaat rahe hain. Meri paseene wali soft skin. Yeh sasta hai, ghinona hona chahiye… par main moan kar rahi hoon. Main unhe aur kareeb kheench rahi hoon. The wet drag of his tongue on her salty skin made her pussy clench and leak more.
Ramu Kaka ne uski soft underarm ko phir se halka suck kiya, jeebh se circle kiya, paseene ka taste lete hue, aur dusre haath se uske soft breast ko blouse ke through knead kiya — soft, slow, hungry. Unka hard cock uski soft thigh aur pet ke against grind kar raha tha, pant cloth ke through full shape. Geeti ne unke baalon mein ungliyan nahi diin — status ka darr ab bhi tha — lekin usne unka head apne shoulder pe hold kiya aur unhe aur kareeb kheencha, soft boobs unke muh ke qareeb press karti hui. Dirty hint uski awaaz mein thi, unclear, soft:
“Itni… garmi hai… aap bhi paseena… main bhi… lift kab khulegi pata nahi.”



Matlab clear nahi tha — garmi ka bahana, ya unhe aur chhoone ka invite. Andar woh clear thi: Main invite de rahi hoon bina invite ke. Agar yeh lift aur der ruki… toh main unka haath neeche jaane dungi ya nahi? Ramu Kaka ne “Ji Ma’am…” panted voice mein kaha, lekin unka muh uske soft cleavage ki taraf khisak gaya. Unhone us deep neck ke upar soft open-mouth kiss diya, jeebh se milky skin lick kiya, aur soft breast ke upper curve ko blouse ke edge se thoda aur kholte hue lick kiya. Geeti ki saans toot gayi. Soft moan dobara — “Mmm… dheere…” — jaise woh rok bhi rahi ho, invite bhi kar rahi ho. Dheere… matlab ruk jao, ya dheere chusoh? Main khud nahi jaanti. Her wetness was soaking through now, the fabric of her panties clinging to her swollen clit.
Ek full minute, maybe zyada, cabin peeli light mein unke beech yeh soft, dirty, unexpected semi-sex chalta raha — soft boobs press, hard cock grind, sweaty armpit lick, soft breast play through cloth, uske soft moans, unki heavy breath. Geeti flushed thi, shy thi, bold thi, geeli thi. Har second woh unki nazar aur touch ko andar register kar rahi thi: Chaprasi. Mere soft jism pe. Hard. Hungry. Aur main… main enjoy kar rahi hoon. The continuous grind of his hard cock against her soft belly and the wet sucking on her underarm kept pushing her closer to the edge even without direct touch below.



Phir lift ne jerk kiya. Lights full on. Cabin ne neeche move karna shuru kiya. Display ground dikhane laga.
Geeti ne jaise bijli chhoo li ho. Woh jhatke se peeche hati, pallu chest pe kheencha, blouse theek kiya, lekin uski soft cleavage ab bhi heaving thi aur nipples sleeveless blouse mein obvious the. Uski underarm ab bhi thodi wet thi unki jeebh se. Andar sharam ki ek badi lehar aayi: Kya kiya maine? Lobby ab khulegi. Koi dekh sakta hai. Ramu Kaka ne bhi peeche step liya; unki pant mein bulge clear tha, face paseene se chamak raha tha, hoth thode shiny, aankhein guilt aur hawas se bhari. Dono ne ek doosre ko ek second dekha — Geeti ne unki nazar mein khud ko soft, sweaty, half-undone Manager ki tarah padha — phir doors ground pe khul gaye.
Lobby ki normal awaazein aa gayi. Geeti ka chehra laal tha, sharam se, aur uske hoth thode kaampe. Usne bag adjust kiya aur awaaz ko control karke kaha,
“Sorry, Ramu Kaka. Main… main darr gayi thi. Lift rukte hi… hug ho gaya. Maine jaan-bujhkar nahi… matlab, darr ke maare.” Hint ab bhi unclear thi — sorry ke peeche woh pull-close aur soft moan dono chhupe the. Andar woh jaanti thi ki yeh poori sachchai nahi thi. Her panties were still soaked, the wet fabric cool against her heated skin now that they were apart.
Ramu Kaka ne aankhein neeche ki, phir uski taraf ek quick dirty glance diya — soft boobs, sweaty armpit, uske moan ki yaad — aur haklate hue kaha, “Its okay, Ma’am. Aap darr gayi thi. Koi baat nahi. Main… main samajhta hoon.” Unki awaaz mein respect thi, lekin neeche ab bhi hunger chal raha tha. Woh tray ko kamar ke aage rakhkar bulge chhupane ki koshish kar rahe the. Geeti ne woh glance feel kiya. Woh ab bhi dekh raha hai. Aur main ab bhi us nazar ke neeche geeli hoon.
Woh corridor ki taraf badhi. Legs thodi shaky; saree ka crotch warm damp; soft breasts unke haath ki pressure yaad kar rahe the; underarm par unki jeebh ka wet memory. Flushed, sharmaati, aur andar gandi baat ghoom rahi thi — Ramu Kaka ka hard lund, uska soft body play, aur yeh ki usne khud unhe kheencha tha. Every step made the damp fabric of her panties shift against her still-throbbing clit.
Cabin se pehle uska collarbone paseene se chamak raha tha jab Raghavan corridor se nikle — crisp shirt, boss wali calm.



“Geeti, theek ho?” Raghavan ne rukkar pucha. Unki nazar ek second ke liye uske flushed face aur sleeveless blouse ki heaving cleavage par gayi, phir professional ho gayi. Geeti ne woh nazar padhi. Sir bhi dekh rahe hain. Flushed face. Soft chest. Kya woh samajh rahe hain ki main darr se laal hoon, ya kisi aur cheez se? “Lift stuck hui thi kya? Maintenance ne ping bheja tha.”
Geeti ne muh pe normal smile laane ki koshish ki, lekin gaal ab bhi laal the. “Haan, sir. Thodi der. Main… thoda darr gayi thi. Ab theek hai.”
Raghavan ne soft nod diya, awaaz console wali soft authority. “Geeti, paani piyo. Aaj office ka pressure zyada tha. Home jaao — kal dekhte hain.” Unhone uska shoulder lightly touch nahi kiya — sirf door ki taraf ishara kiya — lekin unki aankhon mein wohi quiet notice tha. Geeti ne andar socha: Woh pass nahi kar rahe. Abhi nahi. Par unki nazar soft thi… jaise meri restless body unhe bhi padh aa rahi ho.
“Thank you, sir. Files kal.” Geeti ki awaaz thodi soft thi. Woh bathroom gayi, mirror mein apna flushed face dekha — messy pallu, heat-swollen look, deep maroon sleeveless blouse mein soft boobs ab bhi restless, underarm thodi shiny — aur apni panty check ki. Geeli. Usne ek gehri saans li. Security ki nazar. Clerk ki nazar. Raghavan sir ki nazar. Ramu Kaka ki nazar aur jeebh. Sab ne aaj mujhe soft maal ki tarah padha. Aur main… main un nazron ke neeche khul rahi hoon, bina poori tarah diye. Sharam aur thrill dono nigle, phir bag uthaya aur bank se nikal gayi.

[Dj Gulzar]

Bhai inam happy
Aap aa gaye vapas

[Rinkp219]

Nice....


Bhai pehle ek story focus karke khatam karo next door wala....