[poorangyan]

[Joker44]

Subah ke theek aath baje connecting room ka darwaza khula tha. Arjun suite ke chhote hall mein khada tha, haath mein resort ke reception se aayi hui green tea ka cup liye. Uske chehre par aam dino jaisi be-neend thakan toh thi, par aaj uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa khamosh thehraav tha. Aaj uska baaiswan janamdin tha. Pichhle saal tak Dadar ke us purane kamre mein subah-subah Vaishali use apne haath ka bana sheera ya poori khilati thi, Ramesh uske sar par haath pherte the, aur ek aam, gharelu apnapan hota tha. Lekin aaj yeh Goa ka luxury suite tha, jahan hawa mein samundari namak aur ek an-dekhi dahshat ghuli hui thi.
Master bedroom ka darwaza khula aur Vikram bahar nikla. Usne grey linen trousers aur khuli safed shirt pehni hui thi. Uske chehre par wahi beparwah, alpha santushti thi jo pichhli raat ke baad aur zyada gehri ho chuki thi.
“Arjun! Happy Birthday, bhai,” Vikram ne aage badhkar Arjun ke kandhe par zor se thapki di. Pakad itni mazboot thi ki Arjun ka cup thoda chhalak gaya. “Tujhe lag raha hoga hum tera birthday bhool gaye? Aise kaise bhoolenge. Reception par bol diya hai, thodi der mein special chocolate truffle cake aa raha hai. Saath mein celebrate karenge.”
Arjun ne zabardasti ek thandi muskaan honthon par chipkayi, “Thank you, bhaiya. Par itna sab karne ki zaroorat nahi thi...”
“Kyun nahi thi? Parivaar hai tu hamara,” Vikram ne mudkar bedroom ke darwaze ki taraf dekha aur aawaz lagayi, “Meera! Ho gaya tera? Bahar aa, cake aane wala hai!”
Bedroom ke andar se ek pal ke liye koi aahat nahi aayi. Phir dabe hue paon ki aahat aayi, aur darwaze ke parde ko hata kar Vaishali ne hall mein kadam rakha.
Arjun ke haath mein pakda cup jaise wahin hawa mein jam gaya. Uski saansein uske gale mein aakar atak gayin.
Vaishali ne wahi bottle-green silk saree pehni thi—jise Vikram ne shopping ke waqt khaas isi din ke liye nikaala tha. Kapda behad chamakdaar, reshami aur shareer se bilkul chipakne wala tha. Blouse bilkul sleeveless tha, jiske kandhe patle straps jaise the aur aage ka gala itna zyada gehra aur khula kata hua tha ki uske bhare hue gore seene ka ubhar, heavy cleavage, bina kisi parde ke saaf dikh raha tha. Gale mein latakta hua bhaari mangalsutra theek us gehari lakeer ke beechon-beech jhul raha tha. Saree ka pallu itna patla karke baandha gaya tha ki kamar ki nangi skin, naabhi ka hissa aur pichhle dinon ke dabe hue nishaan bilkul roshni mein ubhar rahe the. Maang mein bhara taaza sindoor uske is behad bold aur uttejak roop ke sath ek ajeeb sa takraav paida kar raha tha.



Vaishali ka poora chehra sharm aur ghutan se tamtama raha tha. Uski aankhein zameen mein dhas rahi thin, aur dono haath aage bandhe hue the, jaise apne hi bache-khuche parde ko bachane ki aakhri koshish kar rahi ho.
“Yeh dekho hamari birthday girl jaisi dulhan,” Vikram ne aage badhkar bina kisi sharm ya lihaz ke apna ek bhari haath Vaishali ki nangi kamar par rakh diya. Ungliyon ka dabav saree ke sarakte kapde ke beech saaf dikh raha tha. Usne Vaishali ko thoda aage khinchte hue Arjun ke theek samne la khada kiya. “Kaisi lag rahi hai teri bhabhi? Maine khud yeh saree iske liye chuni thi. Rang dekh kaisa khil raha hai.”
Arjun ke kaano mein pighla hua loha utar gaya. Uski nazrein chahte hue bhi ek pal ke liye us bottle-green kapde ke us paar, apni maa ke us be-parda roop par ja ruki. Usne dekha ki kaise blouse ka gehra cut uske wajood ko khol kar rakh raha tha. Arjun ke chehre ka rang peela pad gaya, uski mutthi itni kas gayi ki nakhun hatheli cheerne lage.
Uski apni maa, jiske samne woh kabhi unchi aawaz mein nahi bola tha, aaj kisi aur mard ke haath ke dabav mein, ek be-hadd chhotay libaas mein uske samne pradarshan ki tarah khadi thi.
“Bhabhi... achhi lag rahi hain,” Arjun ke halaq se sirf itna dukaandaar jaisa lafz nikla. Uski aawaz itni sookhi thi ki khud use parayi lagi.
Doorbell baji, aur resort ka waiter ek trolley par cake aur chhuri lekar andar aaya. Usne cake table par sajaya, wish kiya aur chala gaya.
“Chalo, Arjun, cake kaat,” Vikram ne dining table ke paas khade hokar aadesh diya. Usne Vaishali ko apne bilkul kareeb sataye rakha. “Meera, tu aage aa. Arjun ko cake khilana hai.”
Arjun kaanpte haathon se chhuri thame aage badha. Usne cake ka ek chhota sa hissa kaata. Jab usne pehla piece utha kar Vaishali ki taraf badhaya, toh Vaishali ko aage jhukna pada.
Jaise hi Vaishali jhuki, patla pallu kandhe se sarak kar thoda aur neeche gir gaya, aur uske gehre blouse ka andarooni hissa Arjun ki nazron ke theek samne be-rok-tok aa gaya.
Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi hui saans nikli. Usne jhatke se pallu ko sambhalne ki koshish ki, par Vikram ka haath uski kamar par itna kassa hua tha ki woh poori tarah peeche nahi hat saki. Dono maa-bete ki aankhein ek micro-second ke liye mili.
Vaishali ki aankhon mein be-inteha lachari, aansu aur sharminda mamta thi; jabki Arjun ki aankhon mein aisi jalan aur aatma-ghati ghutan thi jo kisi bhi mard ko andar se tod kar rakh de.
Arjun ne bina kisi sparsh ke cake ka tukda uske honthon ke paas thama diya. Vaishali ne dabe hue dhang se ek chhota sa nivala liya, uska gala ruddh chuka tha, jaise meetha nahi balki zeher nigal rahi ho.
“Ab tu khila bhai ko,” Vikram ne Vaishali ki peeth par thapki dete hue halke se dhakka diya. “Aise sharma kyun rahi hai jaise pehli baar Arjun ko dekh rahi ho? Khila de.”
Vaishali ne thartharate haathon se cake ka piece uthaya aur Arjun ki taraf badhaya. Uske khule sleeveless haath ki nangi chamdi Arjun ke gaal se halki si chhoo gayi. Dono ke jism mein ek thandi bijli si daud gayi. Arjun ne chupchap cake muh mein liya aur foran do kadam peeche hat gaya.
“Bhaiya... mera pet thoda theek nahi hai, main thodi der aaraam karna chahta hoon,” Arjun ne zameen ko ghoorte hue kaha.
Vikram ne ek beparwah thahaka lagaya. “Arre birthday ke din kaisa aaraam? Theek hai, ja thodi der kamre mein baith. Dopahar ko hum teeno luxury boat ride ke liye nikalenge. Tab tak main aur teri bhabhi yahin hain.”
Arjun ne ek pal bhi wahan rukna gawaara nahi samjha. Woh tezi se palta, apne room mein ghusa aur darwaza aisi zor se band kiya ki kadi lagne ki aawaz poore suite mein goonj gayi.
Suite ke hall mein sannaata chha gaya.
Vaishali wahin jam kar khadi rahi, uske dono haath abhi bhi us green silk pallu ko kaskar seene par dabaye hue the, aur palkon ke kone se do garam aansu phisal kar uske blouse ke gehre cut par gir gaye.
Vikram ne peeche se aakar uski nangi gardan par apna chehra tika diya, aur uski kamar par apni pakad ko aur zyada daavedaari se kas liya.
“Dekha? Kitna khush hua launda,” Vikram ne uske kaan mein bilkul dheemi, alpha aawaz mein kaha. “Aur tu bematlab darr rahi thi. Yeh green rang sach mein aag laga raha hai Meera... aur abhi toh poora din baaki hai.”



Cake ka tukda ab bhi table par pada hua tha, chocolate ki meethi khushboo suite ke hall mein tair rahi thi, lekin us khushboo ke neeche ek aur cheez thi—woh garam, nam, raat bhar ki chhuwan jo ab bhi Vaishali ke jism par chipki hui thi. Arjun ne apna cup table par rakha, bina kisi aur lafz ke palta, aur apne connecting room ki taraf badh gaya. Uske kadam tez the, jaise woh us hall se bahar nikalna chahta ho jahan uski maa green silk mein khadi thi, cleavage gehra, pallu sarakta hua, aur Vikram ka haath uski nangi kamar par. Darwaza band hone ki awaaz aayi, kadi lagi, aur suite ke hall mein achanak sannata chha gaya.

Vaishali wahin khadi rahi, dono haath ab bhi pallu ko seene par dabaye hue. Uski saans dheemi thi, lekin tez. Green silk uske jism se chipak rahi thi, blouse ka gehra cut uske boobs ka inner curve dikha raha tha, mangalsutra unke beech latak raha tha. Uske gaal ab bhi laal the, cake khilate waqt Arjun ki nazar uske cleavage par gayi thi, aur usne us nazar ko mehsoos kiya tha. Vikram ne uski kamar par apna haath aur kas diya, ungliyan uski nangi skin mein dab gayi, aur usne use dheere se sofa ki taraf ghuma diya.

“Baith,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi, lekin aadesh wali.

Vaishali ne pallu ko theek kiya, jitna ho saka, aur sofa par baith gayi. Silk uski jaanghon par phisal gaya, ek taang thodi si khul gayi, phir usne use band kiya. Vikram uske bagal mein baitha, ek haath sofa ke peeche, doosra ab bhi uski kamar par. Usne uski taraf dekha. Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Sharm thi, lekin uske andar kuch aur bhi tha—raat bhar ki yaad, uska jism ab bhi garam, aur yeh jaanna ki Arjun bagal mein hai, deewar ke us paar.

“Trip kaisa lag raha hai?” Vikram ne pucha, awaaz mein halki hasi. “Goa. Honeymoon. Arjun bhi saath.”

Vaishali ne dheere se sir hila diya. “Theek hai.” Uski awaaz dheemi thi. Usne socha, main kya kahun. Ki raat bhar tune mujhe chodha, glass par, chair par, floor par, aur ab main yahan baithi hoon, tere haath mein, aur mera beta bagal mein hai. Lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Uski chut ab bhi sore thi, lekin geeli bhi. Silk us par chipak raha tha.

Vikram ne uski kamar se haath upar sarkaya, blouse ke neeche se, uske boob ke side ko chhua. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Usne uska haath nahi hataya. “Sharma rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Kal raat nahi sharmaayi thi.”

Vaishali ke gaal aur laal ho gaye. Usne aankhen band ki, ek pal ke liye. “Woh… raat thi.”

“Aur ab?” Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas munh rakha. Uski saans garam thi, uski gardan par. “Ab kya hai?”

Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya. Uske andar do cheezein lad rahi thin. Ek taraf Arjun—uska beta, jo abhi cake khilate waqt uski aankhon mein dekh chuka tha, jo train mein sun chuka tha. Doosri taraf yeh mard, jo uske jism ko jaanta tha, jo usse poochta nahi tha, lekin aaj uski awaaz mein kuch aur tha—ek halki, cheesy flirting jo use pehle nahi dikhi thi. Usne socha, main isko pasand karne lagi hoon. Yeh galat hai. Phir bhi usne uska haath nahi hataya.

Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakha. Kiss dheema tha pehle, soft. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Uski jeebh uske honthon ko chhui, dheere. Usne kiss wapas kiya, dheere, phir thoda tez. Smooch ki awaaz hall mein goonji, dheemi. Uski ungliyan uske baalon mein gayi, uske sir ko pakda. Vikram ne kiss gehra kiya, uski jeebh andar, uski jeebh se mili. Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, silk us par chipak raha tha.

“Yahan,” Vikram ne kiss toda aur kaha, awaaz bhari. “Yahan hi karte hain.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Cheeks laal. “Nahi… Arjun… woh dekh lega. Bahar hai. Darwaza—”

“Usne train mein bhi dekha hoga,” Vikram ne kaha, uske kaan mein. “Kya farak padta hai? Launda jawan hai. Use pata hai. Aur tu meri biwi hai.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya, dheere. “Please… room mein—”

Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur use sofa par dhakel diya. Vaishali peeth ke bal giri, silk upar sarki, ek taang sofa se latak gayi. Pallu sarak gaya, cleavage poora khul gaya. Usne gasp kiya. Vikram uske upar jhuka, uske honthon par phir kiss kiya, gehra, aur uski saree ko upar kheench diya.




Vikram ne Vaishali ke honthon par apna munh rakha aur kiss dheema shuru kiya. Pehle sirf honth mile, soft, garam. Phir usne uske neeche wale honth ko dheere se chusa. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Uski saans uske munh mein gayi. Vikram ne jeebh bahar nikali aur uske honthon ke beech se andar daali. Uski jeebh uski jeebh se mili, ghumi, chaati. Smooch ki awaaz hall mein goonji, dheemi pehle, phir wet aur thodi tez. Vaishali ne dheere se kiss wapas kiya. Uske honth uske honthon ko pakad rahe the. Uski ungliyan uske baalon mein gayi, dheere se, phir thodi kas ke.

Green silk saree uski jaanghon par sarki hui thi. Ek taang sofa se latak rahi thi, doosri thodi si khuli. Pallu pehle hi zameen par gir chuka tha. Blouse ka gehra cut uske boobs ka aadha hissa dikha raha tha, mangalsutra unke beech latak raha tha. Vikram ne kiss toda aur uske gale par honth rakhe. Chaata, dheere, phir daant se halka kaata. Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi moan nikli, “Mmm…” Uski peeth thodi si ubhar gayi. Vikram ne uske gale ko aur chaata, uski collarbone par jeebh pheri, phir wapas honthon par aaya. Kiss ab gehra tha. Uski jeebh uske munh ke andar thi, uski jeebh se lad rahi thi. Wet awaazein tez ho rahi thin. Vaishali ki saans tez thi. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, silk us par chipak raha tha.

Usne uski saree ko aur upar kheench diya. Kamar tak. Uski nangi jaanghen dikh gayi, geeli, raat ki yaad se ab bhi thodi sore. Vikram ne blouse ke hooks dheere se khole. Vaishali ne haath nahi hataya. Hooks khule, blouse side hua. Uske boobs bahar aaye, bhaari, nipples pehle se hard. Vikram ne ek ko haath mein liya, dabaya, phir munh mein liya. Chusa, dheere pehle, phir tez. Daant se halka kaata. Vaishali ki moan tez hui, “Ahh…” Usne uska sir pakda aur apne boob par daba diya. “Aur…”

Vikram ne doosra boob bhi munh mein liya. Slurp ki awaaz. Usne dono ko pakda, dabaya, ek ke baad ek chusa. Vaishali ki kamar hil rahi thi. Uski chut aur geeli ho rahi thi. Usne socha, Arjun bagal mein hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Vikram ne uski panty side ki. Uski chut nangi thi, lips khule, ras se chamakte, daane sujhe hue. Usne ungli se chhua, tip se, phir dheere andar daali. Vaishali ne gasp kiya. “Yahan… Arjun dekh lega…”

“Usne train mein bhi sun liya tha,” Vikram ne kaha, uske kaan ke paas, awaaz bhari. “Kya farak padta hai.” Usne apna lund bahar nikala. Sakht tha, garam, nason se bhara hua, tip geela. Usne use uski chut par set kiya. Supada geeli daane se chhua. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Vikram ne ek dheera dhakka maara. Tip andar gaya. Phir thoda aur. Phir ek heavy dhakka. Lund poora andar chala gaya, gehra, uske pet tak, uski deewar ko kholta hua. Vaishali ki moan tez nikli, “Ahh—!” Usne sofa ke armrest ko pakad liya. Uski taangein kaanp rahi thin.

Vikram ruk gaya, andar, gehra. Usne uske honthon par phir kiss kiya. Phir dheere se bahar nikala, tip tak, aur phir andar. Slow. Wet awaaz. Phir tez. Thap. Phir aur tez. Thap thap. Lund bahar aata, tip tak, phir gehra andar. Uski chut se ras nikal raha tha, uski jaanghon par, sofa par. Vaishali ki moan ab dheemi nahi thi. “Ahh— mmm—” Uski kamar uske dhakkon ke saath hil rahi thi. Pehle usne kaha tha ruk jao, lekin ab uski awaaz badal rahi thi. Vikram ne uske baal pakde aur aur tez kiya. Thap thap thap. Sofa hil raha tha. Wet, heavy, raw. Vaishali ne uske gale par daant gadaaye. Usne uske honthon ko chusa. “Jor se…” usne dheere se kaha, cheeks laal, lekin awaaz mein ab inkaar nahi tha.

Vikram ne uski dono taangein uthayi aur aur gehra andar kiya. Thap thap. Lund uske pet tak ja raha tha. Vaishali ki moan tez thi, tooti hui. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, deewar kas rahi thi. Ras beh raha tha. Usne socha, Arjun sun raha hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Uska jism chah raha tha. Vikram ne uske boobs pakde, nipple ko munh mein liya, aur tez chodna jaari rakha. Thap thap thap. Wet awaazein, moan, saans, sab mil kar hall mein goonj raha tha. Vaishali ne uske kandhon par haath rakhe aur uske saath hili. “Aur… gehra…” usne kaha. Vikram ne aur tez kiya. Lund poora andar, phir bahar, phir andar. Heavy. Deep. Raw. Uski chut geeli thi, uske lund se chipki hui, aur woh use poora le rahi thi, sofa par, bina roke.



Vikram ka lund ab bhi uski chut ke andar tha, gehra, jab usne dheere se bahar nikala aur phir tez dhakka maara. Thap. Vaishali ki moan tez nikli. Uski kamar uske saath hil rahi thi. Darwaze ke kone se Arjun dekh raha tha. Usne dekha apni maa ko sofa par, green silk kamar tak uthi hui, boobs nange, Vikram ka haath uske baalon mein, lund andar-bahar. Usne apna haath neeche le gaya, apne lund ko pakda, dheere se ragda.

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Pehle usne kaha tha ruk jao, lekin ab uski awaaz badal chuki thi. “Aur… gehra…” usne kaha, dheere. Vikram ne uski ek taang uthayi aur aur tez kiya. Thap thap. Wet awaaz tez ho gayi. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, ras beh raha tha. Usne uske gale par daant gadaaye. “Jor se chodo…”

Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha kaise uski maa ne khud apna haath Vikram ke kandhe par rakha aur uske saath hili. Kaise usne uske honthon ko chusa. Kaise uski moan ab dabi nahi thi. Usne apna lund tez ragda. Uski saans tez thi.

Vikram ne uske doosre boob ko munh mein liya, chusa, aur tez chodna jaari rakha. Vaishali ne uska sir pakda. “Chuso… aur… ahh—” Uski kamar tez hil rahi thi. Sofa ki awaaz, wet thap, uski moan, sab mil kar hall mein goonj raha tha. Arjun ne dekha uski maa ke boobs hil rahe hain, uski chut se ras nikal raha hai, Vikram ka lund gehra andar ja raha hai. Usne socha, woh enjoy kar rahi hai. Woh khud maang rahi hai.

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi, ek pal ke liye. Darwaze ki taraf nazar gayi, phir band ho gayi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Usne Vikram ke gale par haath rakha aur uske saath hili. “Aur… please… jor se…” Vikram ne uske baal kas ke pakde aur heavy dhakke maare. Thap thap thap. Vaishali ki moan tez thi, tooti hui. Uski chut uske lund ko kas ke pakad rahi thi. Ras sofa par gir raha tha. Arjun ne apna lund tez ragda, aankhen uski maa par. Usne dekha kaise woh ab poori tarah uske saath hil rahi hai, kaise usne khud kaha hai jor se.

Vikram ne uski dono taangein uthayi aur aur gehra andar kiya. Vaishali ne uske honthon ko chusa, tez. “Chodo… aise hi…” Usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Uska jism chah raha tha. Vikram ne tez kiya. Thap thap. Wet, heavy, raw. Vaishali ki moan ab saaf thi. “Ahh— aur— gehra—” Arjun ne dekha, apna lund tez ragadta hua, aur socha ki woh ab mana nahi kar rahi. Woh maang rahi hai. Aur woh dekh raha hai.

Vikram ne aakhri tez dhakke maare. Thap thap. Lund poora andar dhasa, uske pet tak. Usne uski jaanghon ko kas ke pakda aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht hua. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, lambi dhaar mein, gehra. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi, kaanpti moan uske gale se nikli, “Ahh—” Dono ki saans tez thi, tooti hui. Vikram uske upar pada hua tha, lund ab bhi andar, dheere dheere naram hota hua. Vaishali ke gaal laal the, paseene se geele. Uski chut uske virya se bhari hui thi, ras dono mil kar uski jaanghon par beh raha tha.

Vikram ne uske maathe par kiss kiya, phir honthon par. Dheere. Usne hasa, dheemi awaaz mein. Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Cheeks ab bhi laal. Usne bhi dheere se has diya, sharm se, lekin hasi thi. “Pagal ho tum,” usne kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui. Vikram ne uske baalon mein haath phera. “Aur tu?” Usne phir hasa. Dono ek pal ke liye aise hi rahe, sofa par, geele, saans tez. Phir Vikram ne dheere se lund bahar nikala. Virya uski chut se bahar aaya, sofa par gir gaya. Vaishali ne apni taangein band ki, green silk ko neeche kheenchne ki koshish ki. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin.

Darwaze ke us paar Arjun khada tha. Usne sab dekha tha. Aakhri dhakke, uski maa ki moan, Vikram ka andar rukna, uska virya. Usne apna lund tez ragda tha, ab bhi pakda hua tha. Uski saans tez thi. Usne dekha apni maa ko sofa par, boobs nange, chut se ras beh raha, Vikram uske upar. Usne socha, woh has rahi thi. Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin has rahi thi. Uske andar guilt thi, lekin uska lund sakht tha. Usne apna haath tez chalaya, aankhen uski maa ke jism par. Uski chut, uske boobs, uski moan. Usne socha, kitni geeli thi. Kitna gehra le rahi thi. Kitna maang rahi thi. Usne aankhen band ki aur apne lund ko tez ragda. Uska jism sakht hua. Usne dheere se saans li, apna haath roka, aur darwaza dheere se band kar diya.

Hall mein Vaishali ne pallu uthaya, blouse theek kiya, jitna ho saka. Uski ungliyan ab bhi kaanp rahi thin. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi. “Room mein chalte hain,” usne kaha. Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Dheere. Sharm thi. Guilt thi. Lekin usne haan kaha. Dono uth gaye. Sofa par ras aur virya ka nishaan pada hua tha. Vaishali ne ek baar peeche dekha, phir aankhen neeche ki. Usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hoga. Phir bhi woh Vikram ke saath bedroom ki taraf badh gayi. Darwaza band hua. Andar se dheemi awaazein aane lagi, phir tez. Arjun ne apne room mein suni. Uski maa ki moan. Vikram ki awaaz. Thap thap. Usne phir se apna lund pakda. Usne socha, woh ab bhi chud rahi hai. Aur woh sun raha hai. Guilt uske seene mein thi, lekin uska haath tez chal raha tha. Uski maa ka jism uske dimaag mein tha—nangi, geeli, maangti hui. Aur woh ruk nahi pa raha tha.


Arjun ne apne room ke darwaze ko dheere se band kiya tha, lekin band nahi kiya tha poora. Ek patli si darar chhod di thi. Usne socha tha ki woh nahi dekhega, nahi sunega, lekin uske pair nahi hate. Bedroom se awaazein aa rahi thin. Pehle dheemi. Phir tez. Uski maa ki moan. Vikram ki bhari saans. Sofa ab nahi tha. Bed tha. Thap thap ki awaaz. Wet. Geeli.

Arjun ne apna lund pakda. Pehle se sakht tha. Usne dheere se ragda. Aankhen band ki. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi sofa ka manzar tha. Uski maa, green silk kamar tak uthi hui, boobs nange, nipples hard, Vikram ka lund uski chut mein andar-bahar. Usne dekha tha kaise woh pehle “ruk jao” bol rahi thi, phir “jor se chodo” bolne lagi. Kaise usne khud apna blouse utara. Kaise usne Vikram ka sir apne boobs par daba diya. Kaise uski chut se ras beh raha tha, sofa par gir raha tha.

Ab bedroom se uski moan tez aa rahi thi. “Ahh— aur—” Arjun ne apna haath tez kiya. Usne socha, woh ab bhi maang rahi hai. Woh has rahi thi sofa par, sharma ke, lekin has rahi thi. Ab bed par woh aur tez moan kar rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein uski maa ka jism aaya—bhaari boobs, geeli chut, jaanghen khuli, Vikram ka lund gehra andar. Usne socha, kitni geeli thi. Kitna gehra le rahi thi. Kitna pasand aa raha tha use.

Guilt uske seene mein thi. Yeh uski maa thi. Uski apni maa. Jo usse sheera khilati thi. Jo uske sar par haath pherati thi. Ab woh Vikram ke neeche moan kar rahi thi, “jor se,” bol rahi thi. Arjun ne aankhen band ki aur apna lund tez ragda. Usne socha, uski chut kitni garam hogi. Kitni tight. Kitna ras nikal raha hoga. Usne dekha tha sofa par. Ab sun raha tha. Thap thap. Uski maa ki moan. Vikram ki awaaz, “randi ki tarah.”

Arjun ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne apna haath aur tez chalaya. Uski maa ka chehra uske dimaag mein tha—gaal laal, aankhen band, honth khule, moan karti hui. Uske boobs hilte hue. Uski chut uske lund ko pakadti hui. Usne socha, main kya kar raha hoon. Yeh galat hai. Phir bhi usne nahi roka. Uska lund sakht tha, garam, uske haath mein. Usne socha, agar main wahan hota. Agar main uski chut ko dekhta. Agar main uske boobs ko chhuta. Guilt tez hui. Lekin uska haath tez chala.

Bedroom se awaaz aur tez ho gayi. Uski maa ki moan ab saaf thi. “Ahh— gehra—” Vikram ki tez dhakke. Thap thap thap. Arjun ne apna lund kas ke pakda. Usne socha, woh aa rahi hogi. Uske andar. Uske virya se bhari hogi. Usne aankhen band ki. Uski maa ka nanga jism uske dimaag mein tha—geela, garam, maangta hua. Usne tez ragda. Uska jism sakht hua. Saans atak gayi. Usne dheere se saans chhodi, apna haath roka, aur darwaza poora band kar diya. Andar se awaazein ab bhi aa rahi thin. Uski maa ki moan. Aur woh sun raha tha. Guilt uske seene mein thi. Lekin uska lund ab bhi sakht tha. Aur woh jaanta tha, woh ruk nahi paayega.




Subah ki pehli dhoop suite ke pardo ko cheer kar andar aa rahi thi. Pura kamra samundari hawa ki namak aur pichhli raat ki bhari thakan se bhara hua tha. Vaishali ki aankh khuli toh uska pura jism kisi bhari bojh ke neeche dabata hua mehsoos ho raha tha. Haddiyon mein ek thaka hua dard tha, aur gardan ke paas beeti raat ke dabe hue nishaan dhoop mein saaf ubhar rahe the. Uski chut ab bhi sore thi, Vikram ke virya ka nishaan ab bhi uske andar pada hua tha. Vikram abhi bhi bed par befikr gehri neend so raha tha, uska chehra bilkul shant tha. Vaishali ne dheere se bina koi aawaz kiye bed chhoda, bathroom gayi aur garam paani ke neeche der tak khadi rahi, jaise shareer par lagi har chhuwan ko paani se baha dena chahti ho.

Bahar nikal kar usne wahi bottle-green silk saree dobara pehni. Blouse wahi sleeveless tha jiska gala gehra kata hua tha. Usne koshish ki ki pallu ko dono kandhon par kaskar baandh le, taaki collarbone ka til aur seene ka khula hissa, cleavage, jitna ho sake chhip sake. Par silk ka kapda bar-bar phisal raha tha.

Jab woh master bedroom ka darwaza khol kar connecting hall mein aayi, toh samne ka nazaara dekh kar uske kadam wahin jam gaye. Arjun pehle se sofa par baitha hua tha. Uske samne table par chai ka ek cup rakha tha jisme se dhuaan nikalna band ho chuka tha. Arjun ka chehra peela pad chuka tha, aankhein laal thin aur palkon ke neeche gehre kaale ghere the—saaf dikh raha tha ki raat bhar usne ek pal ke liye bhi neend nahi li thi. Usne sofa par apni maa ko dekha tha, uski chut se ras behte hue, uski moan suni thi, aur apna lund ragda tha.

Tabhi peeche se master bedroom ka darwaza khula aur Vikram angdaai lete hue bahar nikla. Usne fresh hokar shorts aur polo t-shirt pehan li thi. “Uth gaye dono?” Vikram ne bilkul aam mardana lahze mein kaha. “Main neeche restaurant ja raha hoon, kuch fresh breakfast aur coffee order karta hoon. Tum dono tab tak tayaar ho jao, aaj dopahar ko humein cruise par nikalna hai.” Usne aage badhkar beparwah andaz mein Vaishali ke maathe par ek halka sa kiss kiya aur Arjun ke kandhe par hath thapthapate hue suite ka main door khola aur bahar nikal gaya.

Darwaza band hone ki click aawaz ke sath hi suite ke andar ek ajeeb sa, dam-ghotne wala sannata chha gaya. Vaishali chupchap sofa ke doosre kone par baith gayi. Usne dono haathon se apne green pallu ko kaskar seene par bheencha hua tha. Nazrein zameen par gadh gayi thin.

Arjun ne aahista se apna cup table par rakha. Uske haath halki thartharahat ke sath thehre. Usne gardan utha kar seedha Vaishali ki taraf dekha. “Aapko yeh sab pasand aane laga hai na?” Arjun ne seedha pucha.

Vaishali ka dil ek pal ke liye dhadakna bhool gaya. “Kya bol raha hai tu?”

“Wahi jo aap achhi tarah jaanti hain,” Arjun ne aage jhukte hue kaha. “Kal dopahar ko sofa par. Kal raat connecting door ke us paar. Maine sab dekha hai, sab suna hai. Train mein bhi aapne use ek baar nahi roka tha. Aapki aawaz, aapka uske samne jhukna. Aap uske sath waise hi rehti hain jaise koi aurat apni marzi se apne shauhar ke sath rehti hai. Aapne khud kaha tha jor se chodo. Aapki chut geeli thi. Aap moan kar rahi thin.”

Vaishali ke gaal sharm aur be-basi se aag ki tarah sulag uthe. “Chup kar Arjun! Apni hadd mat bhool.”

“Main kyun chup rahun? Aap meri maa hain! Jis aurat ko maine pichhle bees saal ghar ke kone mein puja ki thali uthaye dekha hai, woh aaj kisi jawan mard ke aage is tarah. Aapne khud apna pallu giraya, aapne khud use rokne se inkaar kiya. Aap uske lund ko andar le rahi thin aur maang rahi thin.”

Chataakh! Vaishali ka haath Arjun ke gaal par pada. Thappad ki aawaz goonji. Arjun ka sir mud gaya. Chai chhalak gayi.

Vaishali ki saansein phool rahi thin. Aansu nikal aaye. “Maar lijiye,” Arjun ne kaha, gaal laal. “Ek baar aur maar lijiye. Gaal par thappad maarne se sachai nahi badal jayegi. Jawab dijiye na mujhe. Kya aapko yeh sab bura lag raha hai? Sach mein? Aapko uska lund pasand aa raha hai na? Aapki chut uske liye geeli ho rahi hai na?”

Vaishali ke andar ka parda phat chuka tha. Pallu sarak gaya, cleavage khul gaya. Usne theek nahi kiya. “Haan! Haan, mujhe achha lagta hai! Ab sun liya tune?”

Arjun ka chehra sunn pad gaya.

“Tu mujhse hisaab maangne aaya hai Arjun? Mujhe uske haath kisne becha tha? Tune aur tere baap ne. Register par sign karwate waqt yaad nahi aaya tha ki main teri maa hoon? Maine kitni koshish ki khud ko bachane ki. Tere baap ne bees saal mein mujhe ek aurat nahi samjha. Ek nayi saree tak nahi di. Aur Vikram ne kya kiya? Usne mujhe choda. Usne meri chut ko bhara. Usne mere boobs chuse. Usne mujhe woh sukh diya jo tum logon ne kabhi nahi diya. Mera jism uski chhuwan par pighalta hai. Woh mera pati hai. Woh mera shauhar hai. Ab khush hai tu? Mil gaya jawab?”

Arjun ke paas koi lafz nahi bache. Uski gardan jhuk gayi. Gaal par thappad ka nishaan jal raha tha. Vaishali ne pallu uthaya. Dono ke beech ka fasla teen foot ka tha, lekin rishta mitti mein mil chuka tha. Chai thandi ho chuki thi. Suite ke andar sannaata phail gaya tha.

[Rinkp219]

Lajawaab update Bhai......

Kash updates kabhi khatam hii na hoto......
Waiting more

[Rajendra karka]

Gajab ek number bahut badiya

[Sexone]

lawjabab update...too good, mujhe to lag raha hai vaishali phir se maa banne bala hai

I think vaishali should start to hide gain from her son arjun, hide and seek and fake explanation from vaishali is too hot and Arjun should also start to believe his mom until found out she is prego once again

[Rinkp219]

Bhai aur update aayega kya nind nahi aa rahi hai

[Ankita b]

Do'nt allow son to watch, instead keep him in dark with vaishali giving false narration.False explanation was super sexy actually. Update,just too good

[Rinkp219]

Update ka intezar hai bhai

[6sense]

Superb update ,loved it

[Joker44]

Dopahar dhal chuki thi aur dhoop halki narangi hone lagi thi jab Vikram ne suite ke hall mein aakar beparwah andaz mein aadesh diya, “Chalo, beach par chalte hain. Aaj aakhri sham hai, toh mahol pura khula hona chahiye.”

Vaishali ne nazrein neeche kar leen. Subah Arjun ke sath hui takraar abhi bhi uske seene mein aag ki tarah jal rahi thi. Gaal par pada thappad, Arjun ka sawal, aur uska apna woh khaufnaak iqraar—ki haan, use yeh nayi zindagi pasand aane lagi hai, uska lund pasand aane laga hai, uski chut uske liye geeli hoti hai. Uske andar ek ajeeb sa baaghi gussa aur zidd thi. Agar use sabke samne be-parda hi kar diya gaya tha, toh ab use kisi maryada ko bachane ka koi matlab nazar nahi aa raha tha.

Usne bathroom mein jaakar Vikram ka laya hua navy-blue bikini pehna. Do-piece. Patla, tight, boobs ka aadha hissa bahar, cleavage gehra, taangein poori nangi. Aaine mein khud ko dekhte waqt uske dil mein halki si jhijhak abhi bhi thi, par usne ek patli safed resort chadar ko sirf kandhon par dala aur darwaza khol kar bahar aa gayi. Usne socha, Arjun ne mujhe sofa par dekha. Usne suna. Ab use dikhane do.

Hall mein Arjun baitha hua tha. Jaise hi usne aahat sunkar sar uthaya, uske hosh ud gaye. Samne uski maa khadi thi—jisne bees saal saree ke alawa kuch nahi pehna tha—aaj bikini mein. Boobs ubhare hue, pet nanga, taangein nangi, mangalsutra cleavage mein latakta hua. Arjun ke gale mein lafz jam gaye. Uske seene mein krodh, sharm aur ghutan ka sailab uth gaya. Usne foran apni aankhein pher leen, lekin uska lund dheere se sakht hone laga. Usne socha, yeh meri maa hai. Yeh wahi chut hai jo maine sofa par dekhi thi, geeli, ras se bhari.

Vikram ne yeh sab dekha aur uske honthon par alpha muskaan phail gayi. Usne man mein hasa. Launda sakht ho gaya. “Chal Arjun, neeche beach shacks par chalte hain.”

Beach par shaam ke waqt kaafi bheed thi. Vaishali chadar ko sambhalti hui ret par aage badh rahi thi, par uski har harkat par aate-jaate logon ki nazrein thehar rahi thin—ek mature aurat jiske gale mein bhaari mangalsutra tha, maang mein taaza sindoor, aur jism par yeh bikini. Vikram ne aage badhkar bina kisi jhijhak ke uske kandhe se chadar ko sarka diya aur apna bhari haath Vaishali ki nangi kamar par mazbooti se daba diya. “Sharma mat. Maine kaha tha na, sabko dekhne de ki meri biwi kitni aakarshak hai. Teri chut kitni tight hai, yeh log nahi jaante, lekin dekhne de.”

Vaishali ke gaal laal ho gaye, par is baar usne Vikram ka haath hatane ki koi koshish nahi ki. Subah ki zidd uske andar abhi bhi zinda thi. Usne chadar ko aur sarakne diya. Boobs aur khul gaye. Arjun peeche chal raha tha. Usne dekha. Uska lund poora sakht ho gaya. Usne haath jeb mein daal liya, dabaaya, dheere.

Dono samundar ke thande jhag-bhare paani mein utre. Lehrein unke pairon aur kamar se takra rahi thin. Vikram ne Vaishali ko peeche se apni baahon ke ghere mein jakad liya, uska bhari seena Vaishali ki nangi peeth se bilkul sat gaya. Usne uske kaan mein kaha, dheemi awaaz mein, “Dekh, Arjun wahan kinare par khada hai. Uski nazar tere boobs par hai. Teri chut par. Woh jaanta hai main tujhe kaise chodta hoon. Woh sun chuka hai. Ab use dekhne de.”

Vaishali ne palat kar kinare ki taraf dekha. Ret par Arjun akela khada tha, haath jeb mein, aankhein un dono par. Uske chehre par dard tha, lekin uska lund sakht tha. Vaishali ke dil mein ek thandi si kasak uthi, par usne nazar jhukane ke bajaye Vikram ke kandhe par apna haath thoda aur kaskar rakh diya. Usne peeche haath badhaya, Vikram ke lund ko paani ke neeche chhua, dheere se ragda. Vikram ne hasa, dheere. “Naughty ho rahi hai.”

Vaishali ne dheere se muskaan di. Usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hai. Use pata chal jaaye. Main badal gayi hoon. Woh jaanta hai main iske liye geeli hoti hoon. Usne Vikram ke lund ko aur ragda, paani ke neeche. Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha apni maa ko paani mein, bikini mein, Vikram ke saath, uska haath uske lund par. Usne socha, woh jaan ke kar rahi hai. Woh dikha rahi hai. Uska lund aur sakht ho gaya. Usne jeb mein haath tez kiya, dheere, taaki koi na dekhe.

Vaishali ne Vikram ke kaan mein kaha, dheere, “Woh dekh raha hai.” Vikram ne uski kamar aur kas ke pakdi. “Dekhne de. Teri chut meri hai. Use pata chal jaaye.” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Paani mein, usne apna jism Vikram se chipka diya. Boobs uske seene se dabe. Arjun ne dekha. Uski maa, nangi si, Vikram ke saath, jaan ke. Uske andar guilt thi, lekin uska lund sakht tha. Aur woh jaanta tha, woh ruk nahi paayega.


Paani mein Vaishali ab bhi Vikram se chipki hui thi. Uske boobs uske seene se dabe hue the, bikini ka kapda geela, chipka hua. Arjun kinare par khada tha, haath jeb mein, lund sakht. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur dheere se kaha, “Chal, thodi der peeche.” Vaishali ne uski taraf dekha. “Kahan?”
“Wahan,” Vikram ne sar hilaaya, samundar ke us taraf jahan bade pathar the, chhote rock, log kam the. “Bas do minute.”
Vaishali ne Arjun ki taraf dekha. Usne dekha. Phir Vikram ki taraf. Usne socha, subah usne kaha tha use pasand aata hai. Ab dikhane do. Usne sir hila diya, dheere. “Theek hai.”
Dono paani se bahar nikle. Chadar Vaishali ne nahi li. Bikini geeli thi, chipki hui, cleavage gehra, taangein nangi. Vikram ne uska haath pakda aur patharon ki taraf le gaya. Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha apni maa ko, bikini mein, Vikram ke saath, patharon ke peeche jaate hue. Usne socha, woh jaan ke ja rahi hai. Uska lund aur sakht ho gaya. Usne jeb mein haath tez kiya, dheere.



Patharon ke peeche jagah chhoti thi, ret geeli, hawa thandi. Vikram ne Vaishali ko pathar se laga diya. “Kya kar rahe ho?” usne pucha, awaaz dheemi, lekin usne haath nahi hataya.
“Wahi jo tu chahti hai,” Vikram ne kaha. Usne uski bikini ka top side kiya, boobs bahar aaye, geele, nipples hard. Usne ek ko munh mein liya, chusa, tez. Vaishali ki moan dabi hui nikli. “Yahan… log—”
“Koi nahi hai.” Vikram ne apna lund bahar nikala, sakht, aur uski bikini bottom side ki. Uski chut nangi thi, geeli. Usne lund set kiya aur ek heavy dhakka maara. Lund poora andar chala gaya. Vaishali ki moan tez nikli, “Ahh—” Usne pathar pakad liya. Vikram ne tez chodna shuru kiya. Thap thap. Wet. Ret mein uske pair dhans rahe the. Vaishali ne pehle kaha, “Dheere…”, lekin do dhakkon ke baad uski kamar uske saath hilne lagi. “Aur… jor se…”
Vikram ne uske baal pakde aur tez kiya. Thap thap thap. Uski chut se ras beh raha tha. Vaishali ne uske gale par daant gadaaye. “Chodo… aise hi…” Vikram ne aakhri tez dhakke maare. Lund poora andar dhasa. Virya uski chut ke andar chhoota. Vaishali ki moan lambi nikli. Dono ki saans tez thi. Vikram ne lund bahar nikala. Virya uski jaanghon par beh gaya. Usne bikini theek ki, jaldi. “Chal.”
Pandrah minute baad dono wapas aaye. Vaishali chal rahi thi, dheere, pair thode khule. Uski chut sore thi, virya ab bhi andar tha, bikini geeli. Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha apni maa ko, chal rahi hai aise jaise abhi chudi ho. Uska lund sakht tha. Usne socha, woh patharon ke peeche gayi thi. Usne suna nahi, lekin jaanta tha. Vikram ne uski kamar par haath rakha, beparwah. Vaishali ne Arjun ki taraf dekha, ek pal, phir nazar neeche ki. Usne socha, use pata chal gaya hoga. Phir bhi usne Vikram ka haath nahi hataya.
Dono phir paani mein utre. Vikram ne usse peeche se pakda. “Theek hai?” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Dheere. Usne peeche haath badhaya, uske lund ko paani ke neeche chhua. Vikram ne hasa, dheere. Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha apni maa ko, paani mein, Vikram ke saath, haath uske lund par, jaan ke. Usne socha, woh dikha rahi hai. Woh badal gayi hai. Uska lund aur sakht ho gaya. Usne jeb mein haath tez kiya. Guilt uske seene mein thi. Lekin usne nahi roka. Aur Vaishali ne jaan ke Vikram se chipakne diya, paani mein, Arjun ki nazar mein.



Shaam dhal chuki thi. Beach se laut kar suite ke hall mein teeno aaye. Vaishali seedha bathroom chali gayi. Bikini ab bhi uske jism par chipki hui thi, geeli, aur uski chut ab bhi sore thi. Patharon ke peeche jo hua tha, uska nishaan ab bhi uske andar tha. Vikram ne towel uthaya aur sofa par baith gaya. Arjun doosri taraf baitha. Uske haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the. Usne dekha tha. Paani mein. Patharon ki taraf jaate hue. Wapas aate hue. Uski maa chal rahi thi dheere, pair thode khule. Uska lund ab bhi sakht tha, lekin usne jeb mein haath rakha hua tha.
Vaishali bathroom se bahar aayi. Usne ek loose nighty pehan li thi, sleeveless, short. Pallu nahi tha. Cleavage dikh raha tha. Usne Vikram ki taraf dekha, ek pal, phir Arjun ki taraf. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Sofa ke doosre kone par baith gayi. Vikram ne uski taraf dekha aur hasa, dheere. “Theek hai?” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Dheere. Uske gaal ab bhi laal the.
Arjun ne aankhen neeche ki. Usne socha, woh jaan ke gayi thi. Usne socha, patharon ke peeche kya hua. Usne suna nahi, lekin jaanta tha. Uska lund sakht tha. Guilt uske seene mein thi. Phir bhi usne nahi pucha. Abhi nahi.
Vikram ne towel side kiya. “Arjun,” usne kaha, awaaz mein wahi beparwah alpha tone. “Tu bhi thoda khul. Birthday hai tera. Itna tension kyun.”
Arjun ne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Theek hoon.”
Vikram ne hasa. “Theek hai. Main thodi der balcony mein hoon.” Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha. “Tu so ja. Raat ko kuch special hai.” Vaishali ne uski taraf dekha. Aankhen mili. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. Vikram uth gaya aur balcony ki taraf badh gaya. Darwaza khula chhod diya.
Hall mein sannata chha gaya. Vaishali sofa par baithi thi. Arjun samne. Usne socha, ab poochun. Usne socha, patharon ke peeche. Usne socha, uski maa. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, guilt. Phir usne pucha, awaaz dheemi. “Bhaiya… patharon ke peeche… kya hua?”
Vaishali ne aankhen uthaayi. Gaal laal ho gaye. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Vikram balcony se awaaz di, “Kya hua?”


Shaam dhal chuki thi. Beach se laut kar suite ke hall mein teeno aaye. Vaishali seedha bathroom chali gayi. Bikini ab bhi uske jism par chipki hui thi, geeli, aur uski chut ab bhi sore thi. Patharon ke peeche jo hua tha, uska nishaan ab bhi uske andar tha. Vikram ne towel uthaya aur sofa par baith gaya. Arjun doosri taraf baitha. Uske haath ab bhi kaanp rahe the. Usne dekha tha. Paani mein. Patharon ki taraf jaate hue. Wapas aate hue. Uski maa chal rahi thi dheere, pair thode khule. Uska lund ab bhi sakht tha, lekin usne jeb mein haath rakha hua tha.
Vaishali bathroom se bahar aayi. Usne ek loose nighty pehan li thi, sleeveless, short. Pallu nahi tha. Cleavage dikh raha tha. Usne Vikram ki taraf dekha, ek pal, phir Arjun ki taraf. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Sofa ke doosre kone par baith gayi. Vikram ne uski taraf dekha aur hasa, dheere. “Theek hai?” Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Dheere. Uske gaal ab bhi laal the.
Arjun ne aankhen neeche ki. Usne socha, woh jaan ke gayi thi. Usne socha, patharon ke peeche kya hua. Usne suna nahi, lekin jaanta tha. Uska lund sakht tha. Guilt uske seene mein thi. Phir bhi usne nahi pucha. Abhi nahi.
Vikram ne towel side kiya. “Arjun,” usne kaha, awaaz mein wahi beparwah alpha tone. “Tu bhi thoda khul. Birthday hai tera. Itna tension kyun.”
Arjun ne sir hila diya. “Nahi. Theek hoon.”
Vikram ne hasa. “Theek hai. Main thodi der balcony mein hoon.” Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha. “Tu so ja. Raat ko kuch special hai.” Vaishali ne uski taraf dekha. Aankhen mili. Usne dheere se sir hila diya. Vikram uth gaya aur balcony ki taraf badh gaya. Darwaza khula chhod diya.
Hall mein sannata chha gaya. Vaishali sofa par baithi thi. Arjun samne. Usne socha, ab poochun. Usne socha, patharon ke peeche. Usne socha, uski maa. Usne socha, uska lund. Usne socha, guilt. Phir usne pucha, awaaz dheemi. “Bhaiya… patharon ke peeche… kya hua?”
Vaishali ne aankhen uthaayi. Gaal laal ho gaye. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Vikram balcony se awaaz di, “Kya hua?”

[Joker44]

Dinner ke baad suite ke andar ka mahol ab bhi garam tha. Table par plates ab bhi padi hui thin, unke kinare par thandi gravy ke ring sookh rahe the, aur ek glass ke neeche paani ka halka ring table ke wood par chipka hua tha—lekin kisi ne unhe uthane ki koshish nahi ki thi. Bahar balcony se samundar ki lehron ki awaaz aa rahi thi—dheemi, lagatar, jaise koi door se saans le raha ho. Projector ki halki roshni hall ke ek kone mein film ke chehre uda rahi thi; soft glow mein sofa ke cushions gehre dikh rahe the, aur usi roshni mein Vikram ne apna glass table par rakha aur uth khada hua. Usne shorts ke upar se apna haath phera, kamar ghumaayi, aur balcony ki taraf badha. Awaaz mein wahi aalsi, beparwah andaaz tha.


“Jacuzzi chalu kar deta hoon,” usne kaha, kandha door ke frame se takrate hue. Phir usne peeche mud kar sofa ki taraf dekha. “Meera, tu bhi aa. Paani garam hai.”


Vaishali ne uthte hue pallu sambhala. Green silk uske jism par ab bhi thi, lekin pallu dheela ho chuka tha, ek kinara uski godi mein gir gaya tha aur uske left breast ke upar silk ka halka sa weight aa raha tha. Left collarbone pe woh chhota sa til soft light mein chamak raha tha. Subah se jo baatein hui thin, jo chhue the, jo raaz ab halka sa khula tha, woh sab uske seene mein ek daba hua bojh ki tarah pada tha. Usne Vikram ki taraf dekha—uska nanga seena, uski hasi—phir Arjun ki taraf.


Arjun projector ke saamne dusre sofa par baitha hua tha. Remote uske haath mein tha. Screen par movie shuru ho chuki thi—kisi city ki raat, kisi car ki headlights—lekin uski nazar film par nahi thaharti thi. Hall ke kinare, balcony ke glass door, Vikram ke kadmon, aur us aurat ke pallu—sab pe ghoom rahi thi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Uske hont ek dusre pe dabe hue the.


Vaishali ne dheere se sir hila diya. “Main… change kar ke aati hoon.”


Uske uthte hi silk ki halki sarsarahat hui. Woh bathroom mein gayi. Door band kiya. Lock kiya—ek soft click. Mirror ke saamne khadi hui aur pehle apni aankhen dekhi: thakan, sharm, aur neeche kahin ek aisi bechaini jo woh naam nahi dena chahti thi. Usne socha: Main Vaishali hoon. Meera nahi. Lekin mirror usse wahi chehra dikha raha tha jo ab Vikram ke munh se Meera ban ke nikalta tha.


Usne saree utaari, dheere se, jaise har fold yaad rakhna ho. Blouse ke hooks ek-ek karke khule. Petticoat neeche gira. Uska jism nanga hua—soft pet, bhari chhatiyan, kamar ki woh line jahan silk hamesha chipakti thi, thighs ke beech halki si nami jo din bhar ke tension se aayi thi. Mirror mein uski aankhen khud se mili. Usne socha: main kya karne ja rahi hoon? Aur jawab nahi aaya—sirf saans aayi.


Usne navy-blue bikini uthayi—Vikram ki di hui. Kapda uski skin par thanda laga. Top ne uski boobs ko tightly pakda; nipples fabric ke peeche hard ho gaye. Bottom uski hips par baith gaya, aur beech mein ek patli si line uski chut ko daba ke rakhi. Usne haath se bottom ko thik kiya, mirror mein peeche se dekha—gaand ka golai, thighs ka soft cut—aur ek second ke liye aankhen band kar li. Phir ek patli white towel kandhon par daali, saans li, door khola.


Arjun ne usse dekha. Ek second. Navy blue. Uski maa ki kamar. Bikini ka cut. Towel ke neeche chamakti skin. Phir usne nazar neeche kar li, film ki taraf, jaise kuch dekha hi na ho. Lekin uski gardan sakht thi, aur remote uske haath mein kas ke dab gaya. Uske shorts mein ek halki si movement hui jise woh ignore karna chahta tha.




Jacuzzi ka paani bubble kar raha tha, steam halki si raat ki hawa mein uth rahi thi. Vikram pehle se andar tha—shorts utar chuke the, paani uske seene tak. Uska lund paani ke neeche soft-hard tha, ready. Usne Vaishali ko dekhte hi haath badhaya aur usse kheench liya. Towel balcony ki kursi par giri, ek kinare se latakti hui. Bikini geeli hote hi uske jism se chipak gayi; navy blue aur gehra ho gaya. Vikram ne uske honton ko pakda, zor se, jeebh andar, jaise koi sawaal poochna na ho. Vaishali ki saans toot gayi. Usne uski chhati pe haath rakha—rokne ke liye ya pakadne ke liye, use khud nahi pata tha.


Kiss lambi thi. Paani unke jismon ke beech se nikal raha tha. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur apne seene se chipka liya. “Arjun ko bulaun?” usne uske kaan ke paas kaha, awaaz mein hasi thi, jaise mazaak, jaise challenge.


“Nahi,” Vaishali ne turant kaha. Awaaz dheemi thi, lekin saaf. “Nahi… please.”


Hall se Arjun ki awaaz aayi, film ke dialogue ke upar se: “Nahi. Movie dekh raha hoon. Aap log baitho.”


Uske lehje mein ek kasav tha—bahaduri nahi, bachav. Vikram muskuraya, bilkul usi tarah jaise kisi ne uska plan confirm kar diya ho. Usne Vaishali ki gardan par kiss kiya, phir uski collarbone par—til ke bilkul paas—phir uske bikini top ke upar se ek nipple ko daanton se halka sa kaata. Vaishali ki kamar hil gayi. Paani chhalakaya. Uske hont se ek chhoti si awaaz nikal gayi.


“Plug ab bhi hai na, Meera?” Vikram ne poocha, ungliyon se uski gaand ke beech paani ke neeche jaate hue.

Naam sun ke uske andar kuch hila. Usne sir hilaya. Haan. Subah se—ya kal raat se—woh chhoti si cheez uske andar thi, ek raaz jo har kadam pe usse yaad dilata tha ki uska jism ab uska akela nahi. Har baithne pe, har uthne pe, woh pressure usse yaad dilata tha. Vikram ka haath paani ke neeche gaya. Usne plug ko dabaya—pehle halka, phir thoda zor se. Vaishali ke honton se ek awaaz nikal gayi—adhuri, dabi hui, “nhh—”


“Mat karo… woh saamne hai,” usne kaha, aankhen hall ki taraf.


“Woh movie dekh raha hai,” Vikram ne jawab diya, aur plug ko aur andar dheela-dheela ghumaya. “Aur agar dekh bhi raha hai… toh?” Usne hasi dabayi.



Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Arjun ki nazar balcony ki taraf chali gayi. Side mirror mein—jo suite ke design ka hissa tha, glass ka ek lamba panel—jacuzzi ka ek tukda dikh raha tha: paani, Vikram ka kandha, Vaishali ki peeth, uski geeli baal ki ek latt. Arjun ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne remote pe grip kas li. Film chal rahi thi, lekin uske kaan mein ab sirf paani ki awaaz thi. Teeno jaante the, thoda sa bhi, ki agla kadam ab door nahi hai—aur chhupane ka natak ab sirf ek patla parda hai.

Vikram ne plug ko dheere se aur andar dabaaya, phir ruk gaya. Vaishali ki aankhen band thin. Paani uski kamar tak tha. Uske hont kaamp rahe the. Uske dimaag mein ek hi line ghoom rahi thi: pehli baar. Pehli baar. Pehli baar.


“Mat karo… Woh… Arjun saamne hai. Woh dekh lega,” usne kaha, awaaz mein darr aur kuch aur dono the—woh “kuch aur” jise woh hawas nahi bolna chahti thi.


“Woh movie dekh raha hai,” Vikram ne kaha, uske kaan mein saans chhodte hue. “Aur tu chup rahegi. Samjhi, Meera?”


Usne plug ko baahar khincha. Ek geeli, soft pop si awaaz paani ke neeche hui. Vaishali ke andar ek khali pan fail gaya—ajeeb, sharminda, aur bechain—jaise koi darwaza khula chhod diya gaya ho. Usne socha, saaf saaf: yeh pehli baar hai. Usne kabhi nahi kiya—na Ramesh ke saath, na kisi aur ke. Kabhi allow nahi kiya. Kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki kisi ka lund uski gaand mein jayega—aur woh bhi yahan, paani mein, film ki awaaz ke peeche, apne bete ke itne paas ki ek mirror unhe jod raha ho.


Arjun side mirror se dekh raha tha. Ab zyada clear. Vaishali ne mirror mein uski parchai dekhi—ek second ke liye unki aankhen mili, phir tut gayi. Usne munh ghumaya. Lekin uska jism Vikram ke haathon mein tha, aur Vikram ne uski kamar pakad li.




Vikram ne apna lund uski gaand par set kiya. Moti, garam tip. Paani ke beech pressure alag lagta hai—zyada seedha, zyada bechain, jaise skin ke har pore khul gaye hon. Usne dheere push kiya. Tip ne resistance feel kiya.


“Dheere… Please. Pehli baar hai,” Vaishali ne kaha, awaaz toot ke. “Vikram… dheere… main… main ready nahi—”


“Tu ready hai,” usne kaha, hawas se, bina pyaar ke. “Bas saans le, Meera.”


Tip andar gayi. Tez jalne jaisa dard—ek aisi stretch jo uski aankhon ke peeche chamak uthi. Vaishali ne haath munh par rakh liya. “Ahh—” awaaz towel ki tarah dabi, lekin nikal hi gayi. Uske aankhon ke peeche paani aa gaya—dard ka, sharm ka, is baat ka ki woh rok nahi paayi, is baat ka ki uske bete ka chehra mirror mein kahin maujood hai.


“Relax. Saans le,” Vikram ne kaha. Hawas uski awaaz mein thi, madad nahi. Usne aur ek inch diya. Phir ek aur. Har inch pe Vaishali ki kamar sakht hoti, phir dheeli padti. Uske nails Vikram ke seene mein chubhe.


Vaishali ke andar ek ajeeb bharipan faila. Dard tha—sachcha, jalan wala, pehli baar wala—lekin uske saath ek pressure jo uski chut ko bhi geela kar raha tha, bina chhue. Usne mahsoos kiya ki uska clit paani mein dhadak raha hai, sharminda aur gaddar. Usne socha: pehli baar. Paani mein. Arjun ke saamne. Aur usne nahi roka. Uske hips thoda peeche gaye, khud-b-khud, jaise jism decide kar chuka ho pehle dimaag se. Vikram ne us movement ko pakad liya aur muskura diya.


“Haan… aise,” usne kaha.


Woh dheere dheere chodne laga. Har dhakka paani ko hilata. Bubble toot-te. Jacuzzi ke kinare se paani neeche girta. Vaishali ki awaaz munh ke peeche se nikalne lagi—“nhh… ahh… nhh—”—jaise woh khud ko samjha rahi ho ki chup rehna hai. Lekin jab Vikram ne thoda tez kiya, uska haath khud uske honton se hat gaya.


“Ahh… dheere…”


Dard ab sirf dard nahi tha. Uske peeche ek garmi thi, ek gehra pan jo har push pe uski kamar ko kamzor kar raha tha. Pehli baar ka darr ab bhi tha, lekin uske saath ek nasha bhi aa gaya tha—ki woh le rahi hai, ki woh le sakti hai, ki uska jism toot nahi raha balki khul raha hai. Vikram ne uski boobs pakdi, navy bikini ke upar se nipples masale, phir top side karke seedha skin chhui. “Relax. Tu le rahi hai. Dekh… kitni tight hai tu.”



Ahh— Vikram…” usne kaha, naam uske munh se nikla jaise confession. “Ahh— ruk… nahi… mat ruk… ahh—”


Hall mein Arjun mirror mein dekh raha tha. Shock uske seene mein pathar ki tarah tha. Guilt uske gale tak chadha hua tha—maa, yeh meri maa hai, yeh uski awaaz hai. Aur uske shorts mein lund sakht ho chuka tha—itna ki dard ho raha tha. Usne haath neeche kiya. Pehle rokne ke liye. Phir fabric ke upar se dabane ke liye. Phir andar haath daal ke ragadne ke liye. Usne apni maa ko Vikram ke aage dekha—peeth jhuki, hont khule, paani mein hilti hui—aur uska haath ruk nahi paya. Aankhen mein paani aa gaya, lekin woh dekhte raha.

Vikram tez hua. Thap-thap. Geeli awaaz. Paani chhalakta. Skin ki geeli thap. “Tu tight hai. Pehli baar,” usne kaha, saans bhaari. “Bol. Pehli baar hai na, Meera?”


“Haan… ahh… pehli… ahh…” Vaishali ne jawab diya. Ab uski awaaz mein sirf dard nahi tha. Pleasure aa chuka tha—sharminda, gila, aur bhookha. “Ahh— aur— gehra… ahh— Vikram… gehra…”


Uske hips ab Vikram ke saath hil rahe the. Pehli baar ke darr ke baad bhi jism ne haan bol diya tha. Vikram ne uski chut ragdi, paani ke neeche, do ungliyan uske clit par ghumati hui. Vaishali ki kamar jhatki. Ek lambi moan nikal gayi jo usne dabaani chaahi thi aur nahi daba paayi. “Ahh— Vikram… main… main kya… ahh—”


“Tu aa rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Aa. Mere lund pe.”

Ab chhupane ka natak khatam ho raha tha. Vikram jaanta tha Arjun dekh raha hai. Usne care nahi kiya. Ulta, usne Vaishali ko thoda mirror ki taraf ghuma diya, jaise dikhana ho. Usne uske nipples chuse, jeebh se ghumaya, daant se dabaya. Vaishali ki moan ab dheemi nahi thi.


“Ahh— aur— gehra… ahh— haan— ahh-ahh—”


Thap thap tez. Paani ki geeli thap-thap. Uske boobs hilte hue. Vikram ka lund uski gaand mein poora andar-bahar, har baar thoda tez, thoda gehra. Vaishali ke hont se awaazein nikal rahi thin jo film ke dialogue ko kaat rahi thin—moaning, broken, “nhh-ahh-ahh— Vikram— haan—” jaise uska control tut chuka ho. Usne ek haath jacuzzi ke kinare pakad liya. Doosra Vikram ke baal mein. Uski aankhen kabhi band, kabhi mirror ki taraf—jahaan Arjun tha—phir jaldi band.


Arjun mirror mein dekhta raha. Uske haath ki raftaar tez ho gayi. Guilt aur lust ek dusre se lipat gaye. Woh soch raha tha: yeh meri maa hai. Woh Vikram se chudwa rahi hai. Woh enjoy kar rahi hai. Aur phir bhi uska lund dhadak raha tha, uske pair kaanp rahe the, uske pet mein ek aisi jalan thi jo sharm se mil ke aur tez ho rahi thi. Usne hont kaat liye taaki awaaz na nikle. Ek drop precum uski mutthi mein geela tha.


“Ahh— main… aa rahi hoon…” Vaishali ne kaha, awaaz toot ke. “Ahh— Vikram— main— ahhhh—”


Vikram ne uski kamar kas li, lund poora andar dhasa, aur virya chhod diya—garam, dhakke pe dhakka, uski gaand ke andar, itna ki Vaishali ne mahsoos kiya ki woh bhar rahi hai. Uske pair paani mein phisal gaye. Pleasure uske pet tak chadha, sharm ke saath mil ke, jaise koi cheez andar se phat rahi ho. Uski moan ek lambi, kaanpti chill ban gayi jo balcony se hall tak gayi. “Ahhhh—”




Arjun bhi usi pal haath mein jhad gaya. Uske seene mein ek awaaz dab gayi—jaanwar si, dabi hui. Cum uski mutthi mein tha, garam, sharminda. Usne saans roki. Aankhen nam thin.


Vaishali ne aankhen kholin.


Mirror mein—pehli baar seedhi—Arjun se aankhen mili.


Ek second. Do. Teen. Zyada.


Uske andar sharm thi, dard tha, pleasure ab bhi hil raha tha, virya ab bhi uske andar tapakne ko taiyar tha. Arjun ki aankhon mein shock tha, lust tha, aur ek aisi dard bhari pehchaan jo betepan ko tod deti hai—ki woh ab sirf beta nahi, ek mard hai jo usse dekh chuka hai. Unhone nazar nahi hatayi. Ek chhoti si forever. Paani ke bubble unke beech toot rahe the. Film door se bol rahi thi, bekaabu.


Phir Vaishali ne nazar hatayi. Jaldi. Jaise aag se haath hataya jaaye.


Uske dimaag mein ek hi baat toot ke aa gayi—maine yeh kar diya. Maine. Mere bete ke saamne. Mirror mein uski aankhen thin, meri moan uske kaan mein gayi, aur maine rukne ki koshish bhi nahi ki. Usne socha, bilkul saaf, har lafz ke saath: Maine yeh kar diya. Maine apne bete ko yeh dikha diya. Maine Vikram ke neeche aa ke uske saamne awaazein nikaali. Main kaisi maa hoon? Main kaisi aurat hoon? Uske gale mein sharm ek gola ban ke atak gayi. Pair paani mein kaanp rahe the. Uski aankhon ke peeche paani aa gaya—pleasure ka nahi, is baat ka ki Arjun ne sab dekh liya, aur usne aankhen nahi band ki thin.


Usne paani se uthne ki koshish ki; taangein kamzor thin. Bikini bottom side tha—uski geeli chut ek pal ke liye dikhi, ras se bhari, thodi khuli, paani se chamakti, clit swollen. Arjun ne dekha. Uski maa ki chut. Nangi. Uske liye. Uske saamne. Uske gale mein ek awaaz atak gayi.


Vaishali ne towel uthaya, jaldi, jism par daala—lekin towel geela tha, chipakta tha, aur uthte waqt uski gardan, uski clavicle, uske boobs ka upar ka hissa, uski thighs—sab dikhe. Ab uske andar sirf ek feeling thi: room. Door. Andar. Chhup jaana. Arjun se door hona. Apne chehre ko uski nazar se bachana. “Main… room…” Awaaz kaanpti hui, toot ke, jaise woh khud se bhaag rahi ho. Woh balcony se hall ki taraf bhaagi—na Vikram ki taraf dekha, na peeche mud ke. Arjun ke sofa ke paas se guzarti hui uski saans tez thi; usne uski taraf dekha bhi nahi, ya dekh ke bhaag gayi, jaise ek second ki aur nazar usse jala degi. Har kadam pe uske dimaag mein wahi line: Maine yeh kar diya. Maine yeh kar diya. Darwaza peeche se band hua. Towel uske jism par chipka. Taangein kaanp rahi thin. Har kadam pe Vikram ka virya uske andar se thoda behne ka ehsaas—thighs ke beech geela pan. Usne bed ke kinare haath rakh ke saans li, aankhen band, munh band—lekin mirror wala scene uske peeche se chipka hua tha, aur woh door nahi ja raha tha.



Vikram paani se bahar aaya. Paani uske jism se tapak raha tha. Uska lund ab bhi adha sakht tha, chamakta. Usne towel se jism thoda pochha, shorts nahi pehne, aur seedha hall ki taraf badha—jaise koi jeet ke baad walk kar raha ho.


Arjun ab bhi sofa par tha. Cum ab bhi uski mutthi mein geela tha, thanda hone laga tha, ungliyon ke beech chipka hua. Usne haath chhupane ki koshish ki, lekin der ho chuki thi. Vikram uske paas aaya, ruk gaya, aur dheere se apna haath Arjun ke kandhe par rakh diya—garam, bhaari, beparwah.


“Main jaanta tha,” Vikram ne kaha, awaaz mein hasi thi, zor nahi, bas itni ki Arjun ke seene mein gir jaaye. “Tu chhup ke dekh raha tha humein. Isliye maine socha… tujhe proper view de doon. Kaise satisfy karte hain ek ladki ko.” Usne kandha thoda dabaya. “Main jaanta hoon woh teri bhabhi hai… lekin phir bhi.”


Arjun ne kuch nahi kaha. Uske hont kaamp rahe the. Uske gale mein ek awaaz atak gayi jo nahi nikli.


Vikram ki nazar neeche gayi—Arjun ke haath pe, uski mutthi pe, us cum pe jo ab bhi ungliyon mein chamak raha tha. Vikram zor se hans diya. Woh hasi hall mein fail gayi, film ke dialogue ke upar se.


“Ohh… I see,” usne kaha, aankhen narrow. “Main dekh raha hoon tu ne kya kiya.” Usne hasi dabayi nahi. “Teri bhabhi ke liye itna… haath mein hi jhad gaya?”


Phir Vikram ne floor se Vaishali ki panty uthayi—jo change ke time bathroom se latakti hui giri hogi, ab bhi uski body ki garmi aur geeli khushboo liye. Usne woh panty Arjun ke khule haath mein rakh di—seedha, jaise gift. Kapda geela tha, bhaari, uski maa ki aslie khushboo se bhara.


“Yeh le,” Vikram ne kaha, awaaz dheemi lekin saaf. “Enjoy this.”


Phir woh bedroom ki taraf chala gaya. Kandha door ke frame se takraya. Andar gaya. Door band nahi kiya—jaan-boojh kar khula chhod diya. Hall ki film ab bhi chal rahi thi, bekaaran. Arjun panty haath mein liye baitha raha, cum ab bhi ungliyon pe, Vikram ki awaaz ab bhi uske kaan mein—“main jaanta tha… proper view… enjoy this.”


Andar se awaazein aane lagi. Mattress ka dabav. Kapde ka khulna. Towel ka floor pe girna. Phir Vaishali ki moan—pehli toh dheemi, phir bhaari, phir khuli—jaise room mein aa ke bhi uska jism sharm se nahi ruk paya.


“Ahh— haan…”


Vikram: “Maza aaya, Meera? Bol.”


Vaishali ki tooti awaaz: “Haan… ahh… haan…”


Thap thap. Tez. Bed ki leg floor pe hilti hui. Skin ki awaaz. Vaishali ab horny mood mein thi—sharm ke baad bhi, aankhon milne ke baad bhi, uska jism maang raha tha. Hawas ne sharm ko neeche daba diya tha, kam se kam is pal ke liye. “Haan… aur… ahh— Vikram… aur— gehra— ahh-ahh—”


Arjun sofa par baitha raha. Door khula tha. Usne nazar uthayi—hall se seedha bedroom ke frame tak. Dim roshni mein sab dikh raha tha: Vaishali bed pe neeche thi, peeth mattress pe, taangein khuli, boobs hilte hue. Vikram uske upar tha—seena se seena, hips se hips—lund andar-bahar, har dhakka pe bed hilta, har dhakka pe uski maa ki moan nikalti. From above. Seedha. Jaise koi film nahi, jaise asal.

Vikram ne uski taangein aur kholin, gehra gaya, aur poocha, saans bhaari: “Enjoyed? Bol, Meera. Enjoy kiya?”

Vaishali ki awaaz toot ke aayi, broken, kaanpti, film se tez: “Yess… ahh— yess… haan… ahh-ahh—”

Arjun ne panty ko naak ke paas laaya. Usne sungha—uski maa ki chut ki khushboo, geeli, garam, sharminda. Uske dimaag mein ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha, baar baar, jaise koi hathoda: Maine apni maa ke saath kya kar diya? Maine kya dekh liya? Maine kya kiya? Woh Vikram ke neeche thi, “yess” bol rahi thi, aur uske haath mein uski panty thi, uske haath mein ab bhi uska khud ka cum tha. Usne panty phir sunghi. Aankhen nam thin. Lund phir se sakht ho raha tha—guilt ke saath, sharm ke saath, aur us scene ke saath jo door ke frame se ab bhi chal raha tha.

Andar Vikram tez chod raha tha. Vaishali neeche thi, munh khula, aankhen kabhi band kabhi door ki taraf—jahaan beta sofa se dekh sakta tha. “Ahh— Vikram— haan— aur— ahh—” Uske nails Vikram ki peeth mein chubhe. Har dhakka pe uske boobs hilte. Har dhakka pe uski awaaz toot’ti. “Yess… ahh… yess…”

Arjun panty haath mein liye sofa par baitha raha. Smell uske naak mein thi. Scene uski aankhon mein tha. Guilt uske gale mein tha. Aur suite ke andar teen adults ek aise raaz mein doobey hue the jo ab chhupa nahi ja sakta tha.

Samundar bahar lehrein maarta raha.

Film hall mein bekaaran chalti rahi.

Aankhen mili thin.

Ab woh sofa se dekh raha tha.

Panty sungh raha tha.

Aur ruk nahi pa raha tha.

[Farz@123]

Wow ekdum mast update

[Rohan9318]

Great ?

[dramasingh]

great writing

[Rinkp219]

Bahut hii khubsurat update tha bhai......


Waiting more updates

[Ankita b]

Hot update and super going !!

[Shiva reddy]

Train scene is just out of this world. Actually Vaishali's false explanation to her son arjun is really hot, I think arjun should not be allowed to watch instead create a fake world with false info from vaishali . Arjun should found out their sex life after noticing her mom prego belly later on only...not now .

Betrayal and fake world with false info is also horny and different. Arjun should think her mom as pious woman and it's just situational only , will not happen again and even plan for her divorce.

Want to see vikram intentionally start to breed vaishali

MAKE SON ARJUN IN DARK ABOUT THEIR SEX LIFE




share images with a single click

[Deep seed]

Maintain Vaishali motherly image and want to see Her hiding technique.Want to see vikram fucking her shopping mall trail room and unknowingly arjun pick up best saree or outfit for his mom.....may be washroom also.update pls

[chrisgale159]

Bhai please complete this one and maa bani classmate 2 and 3

[Joker44]

Subah ki roshni suite mein dheere dheere ghus rahi thi—curtain ke kinare se ek patli si line, jo pehle floor pe giri, phir bed ke sheet pe, phir Vaishali ke haath pe. Usne aankhen kholin, aur pehle second mein sirf ek baat yaad aayi: mirror. Arjun ki aankhen. Paani. Uski khud ki awaaz. Aur uske jism ka woh hissa jo ab bhi thoda geela, thoda soojha hua mehsoos ho raha tha.
Usne munh sheet mein dabaya. Saans andar atak gayi. Bahar samundar ki lehrein ab bhi thi, lekin raat wali garmi nahi thi—sirf ek thandi, saaf, bekaar si subah jo kuch bhoolne nahi de rahi thi. Sheet uski nangi jaanghon se chipki hui thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki kal raat ke baad uski gaand ab bhi sensitive thi, aur jab woh hili toh halka sa dard aur uske saath ek ajeeb si yaad aa gayi.
Vikram uske bagal mein so raha tha, ek haath uski kamar par, saans gehri. Uska seena upar-neeche ho raha tha jaise raat uske liye koi bhaari baat hi na ho. Vaishali ne uska haath dheere se hataya. Pair neeche kiye. Pehle second mein kamar mein ek halka dard yaad dilaya ki kal kya hua tha—lekin usne usse naam nahi diya. Usne sirf socha: uth. Kapde pehen. Bahar mat ja… phir socha: Arjun bhi yahin hai. Suite ke hall mein. Sofa pe. Shayad ab bhi.
Uske gale mein sharm ek gola ban ke atak gayi. Aur uske saath uski chut mein ek dheemi, be-ikhtiyaar si geelapan bhi thi, jaise jism ab bhi us raat ko yaad rakh raha ho.
Bathroom mein usne mirror dekha. Aankhon ke neeche halki si thakan. Honton ka rang. Gardan pe ek chhota sa nishan jo makeup se chhupana padega. Usne paani chhehwa, munh dhoya, lekin chehra wahi raha—woh aurat jo kal raat apne bete se aankhen mila chuki thi jab uska jism kisi aur ke neeche tha. Usne socha, bilkul saaf: Maine yeh kar diya. Aur ab subah hai. Aur mujhe uske saamne baithna hai. Usne apni ungliyan seene par pheri, jahan ab bhi Vikram ke daant ka halka sa nishaan tha.
Usne cream saree uthayi—simple, high neck blouse, pallu jo seene ko poora dhak sake. Kapda pehen te waqt ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. Pallu sambhalte hue usne khud se kaha: aaj normal. Aaj kuch nahi hua. Aaj sirf subah hai.
Lekin normal nahi tha.
Hall mein Arjun pehle se uth chuka tha.
Woh sofa par baitha tha, peeche ke cushions se thoda door, jaise us jagah se bhi bhaagna chahta ho jahaan kal raat uska haath tha. Table par uska phone tha, screen neeche. Projector band. Film ki yaad bhi ab ek bekaar si cheez lag rahi thi. Usne raat bhar aankhen band ki thin, lekin neend nahi aayi thi—sirf scenes. Mirror. Paani. Uski maa ki awaaz. Vikram ka haath uske kandhe par. “Main jaanta tha.” Panty. Khushboo. Uske haath mein jo thanda ho gaya tha. Aur uske apne haath ka woh hissa jo ab bhi thoda chipka hua mehsoos ho raha tha.
Usne subah bathroom mein haath baar baar dhoye the. Sabun se. Garam paani se. Phir bhi use lag raha tha ki kuch chipka hua hai.
Kitchenette ke paas se coffee ki halki si khushboo aa rahi thi—usne khud machine chalu ki thi, kuch karne ke liye, kuch aisa jo uske haath ko kaam de. Cup uske haath mein thanda padne laga tha kyunki woh pee nahi pa raha tha.
Bedroom ka door khula.
Vaishali bahar aayi.
Dono ki nazar ek second ke liye mili—aur tut gayi, jaise kisi ne haath jala diya ho.
Vaishali ne pallu kas liya. “Subah… ho gayi.” Awaaz itni dheemi thi ki lagta tha woh khud se baat kar rahi ho. Uski saans tez thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Arjun uske seene ki taraf dekh raha hai, chahe pallu dhaanka hua ho.
Arjun ne sir hilaya. “Haan.” Bas. Ek lafz. Uske gale se zyada nahi nikla. Usne socha, kal raat usne uski chut dekhi thi. Ek pal ke liye. Aur ab woh yahan khadi hai.
Woh dono ek dusre se door khade the—ek hall ke kinare, ek bedroom ke frame pe—jaise beech ka floor ab paar nahi kiya ja sakta. Vaishali ne kitchenette ki taraf kadam badhaya, cup uthaya, paani garam kiya. Har harkat normal dikhane ki koshish thi. Har harkat fail ho rahi thi. Uske haath cup pe kaanpte the. Usne socha: woh dekh raha hai. Woh jaanta hai. Maine uske saamne… aur ab main chai bana rahi hoon jaise kuch nahi. Uske andar ek dheemi si geelapan ab bhi thi.
Arjun ne uski taraf nazar uthayi, phir turant neeche kar li. Cream saree. High neck. Wohi aurat. Wohi maa. Kal raat navy blue mein thi. Kal raat mirror mein thi. Aaj pallu ke peeche chhupi hui thi, aur phir bhi usse lag raha tha ki kuch chhupa nahi. Usne socha, uski gaand. Uski moan. Uski chut.
Silence lambi thi. Samundar bahar bol raha tha. Fridge ki halki si gunj. Cup pe paani ki awaaz.
Phir bedroom se Vikram nikal aaya.
Shorts, nanga seena, baal bigde, chehre pe wahi aalsi hasi jo raat ko bhi thi. Usne pehle Vaishali ko dekha, phir Arjun ko, aur jaise dono ke beech ka tension uske liye koi maze ka game ho, muskura diya.
“Arre waah,” usne kaha, awaaz tez, beparwah. “Dono pehle se uth gaye? Maine socha thak ke so rahe hoge.”
Vaishali ke kandhe sakht ho gaye. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Cup pe dono haath rakh liye. Usne mehsoos kiya ki Vikram ka nanga seena uske saamne hai, aur Arjun dekh raha hai.
Arjun ne coffee ka sip liya—kadwa, thanda pad chuka. “Neend nahi aayi,” usne kaha, bina dekhne ke.



Vikram hans diya. “Haan bhai, raat lambi thi na.” Usne fridge khola, paani nikala, bada sa ghoont liya. Phir Vaishali ke paas aaya, uski kamar pe haath rakha—hall ke beech, Arjun ke saamne, bilkul casually—aur uske maathe pe ek halka sa kiss kiya. “Meera, coffee banayi?”
Naam. Wahi naam. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki, kholin. “Bana rahi hoon.” Uski saans tez ho gayi. Vikram ka haath uski kamar par garam tha, aur usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hai.
“Arjun ke liye bhi,” Vikram ne kaha, peeche mud ke. “Dekh, bhabhi kitni mehnat kar rahi hai subah subah.”
Arjun ki ungliyan cup pe kas gayin. Bhabhi. Woh lafz ab uske kaan mein ek alag tarah se baitha—kal raat ke baad, jab usne sab dekh liya tha, jab uske haath mein… Usne munh nahi khola. Usne socha, uski maa. Uski bhabhi. Uske haath mein uski panty thi.
Vaishali ne teesra cup nikaala. Uske dimaag mein ek hi line ghoom rahi thi: mat dekh. Mat yaad kar. Sirf pour kar. Sirf rakh. Sirf normal.
Lekin jab woh cup Arjun ki taraf le ke gayi, unke haath ek second ke liye itne paas aaye ki usne saans rok li. Cup table pe rakh diya, bina aankh milaye. “Lo.” Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin.
“Thanks,” Arjun ne kaha. Awaaz sukhi thi.
Vikram sofa ke kinare baith gaya, ek pair doosre pe, jaise yeh uska ghar ho aur yeh dono uske guest. “Aaj flight shaam ki hai na?” usne poocha. “Packing kar lo. Main checkout pe baat karta hoon.”
Vaishali ne sir hilaya. “Haan.”
“Arjun,” Vikram ne kaha, uski taraf dekhte hue, hasi ab bhi aankhon mein. “Tu bhi pack kar lena. Kal raat jo… movie dekh raha tha na… thak gaya hoga.”
Arjun ne uski aankhon mein ek second dekha. Vikram ki nazar mein wahi baat thi jo kandhe par haath rakhte waqt thi—main jaanta tha. Main ab bhi jaanta hoon. Tu kuch nahi bolega.
Arjun ne cup neeche rakha. “Main pack kar leta hoon.”
Woh uth ke apne bag ki taraf chala gaya—hall ke dusre kone mein, jahaan uska chhota sa suitcase khula pada tha. Usne kapde fold kiye, bina soye hue aadmi ki raftaar se, jaise kaam karne se sharm kam ho jaayegi. Kam nahi hui. Usne socha, uski panty. Uske bag mein. Ab bhi.
Vaishali bedroom mein packing karne gayi.
Darwaza peeche se band kiya—is baar lock nahi, bas band. Bed ab bhi bigda hua tha. Sheet pe kal raat ki yaad. Usne suitcase khola, saree fold ki, blouse rakhe, Vikram ke shirts ek taraf. Har fold pe uske haath ruk jaate. Ek pal ke liye usne navy-blue bikini dekhi—geeli nahi ab, sookh chuki, bag ke kinare dabi hui. Usne usse uthaya, ungliyon mein dabaya, aur jaldi se kapdon ke neeche chhupa diya jaise koi raaz dobara daba rahi ho. Usne socha, Arjun ne isse dekha tha. Usne isse utaara tha. Usne isse pehna tha.
Usne socha: Arjun ne woh bhi dekh li thi. Bikini. Mirror. Sab. Usne apni ungliyan seene par pheri, dheere.
Bathroom mirror ke saamne phir khadi hui. Makeup bag khola. Concealer. Halka lipstick. Jo nishan gardan pe tha, usse dhakne ki koshish. Brush uske haath mein kaanpta tha. Usne khud se kaha: tu maa hai. Tu… bhabhi hai. Tu flight pe baithogi. Tu normal dikhegi.
Aankhen nam ho gayin. Usne unhe ponchha, zor se, jaise sharm ko bhi ponch sake. Nahi poni. Usne socha, usne mujhe dekha. Usne meri chut dekhi. Aur main uske saamne khadi thi.
Bahar se Vikram ki awaaz aayi, phone pe, reception se baat karte hue—checkout time, cab, airport. Awaaz itni normal thi ki Vaishali ko gussa aaya. Gussa aur sharm mil ke uske seene mein ek ajeeb si jalan bana rahe the. Usne socha: uske liye yeh khel hai. Mere liye yeh… mera beta hai. Mere liye yeh chehra hai jo ab main seedha nahi dekh sakti. Aur uske saath uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan ab bhi thi.
Door pe halki si knock hui.
“Bhabhi?” Arjun ki awaaz. Dheemi. Sakht. “Vikram bhai bol rahe hain… breakfast neeche order kar dein kya?”
Bhabhi. Us lafzh ne uske andar kuch tod diya—dheere se, bina awaaz ke. Usne door ke paas jaake kaha, bina khole: “Haan… jo… jo chalega. Light.”
“Theek hai.”
Kadmon ki awaaz door hui. Vaishali ne door ke frame pe maathe se touch kiya, aankhen band. Usne socha: woh mujhe bhabhi bol raha hai, aur kal raat usne mujhe… aur main uske saamne chai de ke aa rahi hoon. Maine yeh kar diya. Maine yeh duniya bana di. Usne socha, usne meri panty sunghi thi.
Breakfast table pe teeno baithe.
Suite ke dining corner mein plates, juice, toast, omelette—hotel wali neatness, jaise raat ko kuch hua hi na ho. Vikram beech mein baitha, Vaishali uske ek taraf, Arjun doosri taraf—itna door ki unke knees table ke neeche door the, phir bhi hawa mein tension ek dusre se chipki hui thi.
Vikram ne toast todte hue kaha, “Goa accha tha na? Short trip, lekin…” Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha, aankhen narrow, hasi dheemi. “Yaadgar.”



kuch toh hota hai.”
“Meera naam tha na?” phone wali ne poocha aur screen band kar diya. “Meera Deshmukh. Main society meeting mein suni thi. Bola tha husband young hai aur family Bandra side ki hai. Flat bhi unhone hi liya tha jo khali pada tha.”
“Haan, par Vaishali kahan gayi?” teesri ne aankhen narrow kar ke poocha, awaaz mein ek alag curiosity ke saath. “Pawar wali. Itne saal se yahin thi, second floor left pe. Ab dikhti nahi. Na bazaar, na pehle jaisi chai pe baithna. Kabhi socha hai?”
Mirchi wali ne sir hilaya aur thaal thoda hilaya. “Arre, alag baat hai. Ek Meera hai, ek Vaishali. Confusion mat kar. Meera nayi dulhan hai. Vaishali shayad kisi rishte mein gayi hogi, ya ghar pe hi rehti hogi. Log bolte hain na ki kabhi kabhi auratein chup ho jaati hain—sasural, tension, jo bhi.”
“Par itni chup?” phone wali ne kaha. “Na temple, na neeche baithna. Sirf window se kabhi pallu dikhta hai. Young jawan husband hai, aur yeh itni alone rehti hai? Main kehti hoon kuch toh hai. Nayi dulhan itni band nahi rehti.”
Beech mein hasi faili, woh hasi jisme sawaal zyada hota hai aur jawab kam. Ek ne dheere se kaha ki shayad sharmati hogi kyunki young husband hai, aur doosri ne uske haath pe thapki de ke chup kara diya.
“Chalo na, ek baar mil ke aate hain,” mirchi wali ne faisla kiya. “Sweetness ke bahane. Nayi bahu ko welcome karenge. Poochhenge kahan se aayi, kya karti hai, family kaisi hai. Warna yeh Meera-Meera karke hum khud pagal ho jaayenge, aur Vaishali ka sawaal bhi yahin latka rahega.”
Teenon uthin, thaal side rakha, pallu seedhe kiye, aur lift mein chadh gayin. Second floor pe right-side bell ek-do baar halki si baji.
Vaishali ne door khola. Usne cream saree pehni thi, pallu kasaa hua tha, aur chehre pe woh smile thi jo practice se aati hai—meethi, chhoti, aur door jaldi band karne wali. Andar flat saaf tha, thanda tha, aur thoda khali lag raha tha. Vikram nahi tha. TV band tha. Sirf uski saans thi aur kitchen se thandi chai ki khushboo aa rahi thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut ab bhi thodi geeli thi, subah se.
“Arre Meera ji!” mirchi wali ne meethi awaaz mein kaha. “Hum society se aaye hain. Aapko dekhne aaye. Itne din se aap bahar nahi aati. Hum soch rahe the kabhi taang tod li hogi aapne ghar baithe-baithe.”
Vaishali ne sir hilaya aur door thoda aur khola, lekin itna nahi ki woh andar ghus jaayein. Usne apne pair threshold pe hi rakhe. “Namaste. Aaiye, lekin aaj thoda main thak gayi hoon. Headache hai. Kal shayad baat kar paungi.”
“Bas do minute,” phone wali ne kaha aur aankhen andar ghumati hui sofa, curtain, aur us photo frame tak le gayi jisme Vikram ki hasi thi. “Aapka ghar kitna accha hai. Husband office gaye hain?”
“Haan. Late aayenge aaj.”
“Aur aap pehle kahan rehti thin? Shaadi se pehle? Family Mumbai mein hai?”
Vaishali ke hont ek second ke liye ruk gaye. Usne pallu sambhala aur ungliyon se kinara kasaa. “Bahar, thoda door. Family alag hai. Ab yahin hoon.” Awaaz mein koi gaon, koi area, koi detail nahi thi, aur yeh jaan-boojh kar tha. “Zyada kuch nahi. Simple life hai.” Usne socha, simple. Usne socha, raat ko.
Teenon ne ek dusre ki taraf dekha. Itna short jawab tha. Itni kam baat thi. Meera ke baare mein unhe pehle se bhi kam pata tha, aur ab aur kam pata chala. Alone aurat, kam bolti, door pe rok ke khadi.
“Koi shauq?” teesri ne try kiya. “TV serials? Mandir? Humne socha tha aapko society ke WhatsApp group mein add kar dein—”
“Baad mein,” Vaishali ne soft awaaz mein kaat diya. Smile ab bhi thi, lekin aankhen thaki hui thin. “Headache hai thoda.”
Phir mirchi wali ne suddenly, jaise baat beech mein gira di ho, poocha: “Vaishali ji, Pawar wali, aapko pata hai kahan hain? Itne din se unka naam bhi nahi sunai diya. Kabhi socha aapne ki woh aur aap, face thoda… main kehti hoon resemblance…”
Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Smile tootne ke kareeb thi. Gale mein ek gola ban gaya. Usne dheere se, awaaz control karte hue kaha, “Main unhe acchi tarah nahi jaanti. Alag floor, alag zindagi. Aap kisi aur se pooch lena. Mujhe maaf kariye. Aaj nahi baith paungi.” Usne socha, resemblance. Usne socha, unhe pata chal gaya.
Usne door thoda peeche kiya, woh soft pressure jo kehta hai visit khatam hai bina rude hue. Teenon ne hasi banayi aur kaha ki haan haan rest kariye Meera ji, next time sweets le ke aayenge, aur excuse le ke peeche hat gayin. Landing pe unki awaaz dheemi padi jab woh lift ka wait kar rahi thin.
“Bahut alone hai yeh.”
“Kuch batati nahi. Family bhi clear nahi.”
“Meera ke baare mein kisi ko kuch nahi pata, bas naam aur young husband.”
“Aur Vaishali ab bhi mystery hai. Dono ka face… main keh rahi thi na…”
“Chhod. Kal baat karte hain. Abhi toh bahana bana ke nikaal diya.”



Asli naam hall mein gir gaya jaise koi thappad. TV ki news ab bhi chal rahi thi, bekaaran.
Vaishali ne Ramesh ki taraf dekha—ek last second, sawaal bhara: kuch bologe? Uske liye khade hoge? Ramesh chup raha. Aankhen neeche thin, haath mal rahe the, munh khula-band ho raha tha. Arjun ke hont khule, band hue; usne Bua bas ke alawa kuch nahi nikaala jo kaafi ho. Jo lafz chahiye the—maafi, plan, tarikh—woh nahi aaye. Usne socha, unhone suni hai. Usne socha, Arjun ne dekha hai.
Usne pallu kasaa. Smile nahi thi. Sirf thand thi. “Theek hai. Main jaati hoon. Jab nikaalne ka dil ho, tab khud aana. Main door pe nahi aaungi dobara bheek maangne. Na society ke liye, na tumhare liye.”
Woh darwaza ki taraf badhi. Kadmon mein gussa tha. Peeche Priya ki hasi thi—dheemi, jeet wali. Ramesh ka ruko beta adhoora reh gaya. Arjun ka ek kadam us tak nahi pahuncha; usne sirf dekhte hue dekha ki uski maa, jise woh bhabhi bolta tha, gusse mein landing paar kar rahi hai. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.
Landing. Right-side door. Key. Click. Andar.
Vaishali ne door band kiya, lock kiya, aur peethe se tik gayi. Bahar society ki gupshup ab bhi kaan mein thi. Andar Priya ke gande lafz the. Beech mein uski khud ki awaaz thi jo raat ko wall paar kar jaati thi, aur ab use pata tha ki woh awaaz sirf Arjun ke kaan tak nahi jaati. Usne socha, unhone suni hai. Usne socha, meri moan.
Usne aankhen band ki. Gussa ab bhi tha—Priya pe, Ramesh pe, Arjun pe, khud pe. Flat alone tha. Clock teen baj kar kuch ho rahe the. Vikram abhi nahi aaya tha. Chai thandi pad chuki thi. Usne socha, raat ko. Usne socha, wall ke us paar. Usne socha, Arjun ne dekha.
Kitchen mein jaake usne paani piya. Glass neeche rakha, ek soft thud ke saath. Pallu seedha kiya. Curtain se neeche courtyard dekha. Kursiyan khali thin. Gossip walin chali gayi thin. Meera ke baare mein unhe ab bhi kuch nahi pata tha, bas itna ki woh alone hai, door pe rok deti hai, aur bahar nahi aati. Usne socha, resemblance. Usne socha, unhe pata chal gaya.
Usne curtain kheench liya.
Doosri taraf, left flat mein, Priya kapde fold karti rahi jaise kuch hua hi na ho, sirf munh pe jeet ki hasi liye. Ramesh TV ki taraf dekhte rahe bina dekhe, remote godi mein mara hua. Arjun landing ke peeche wall pe haath rakh ke khada raha, maathe se thanda paint chipka, aur uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi: aaj Ma, bhabhi, gusse mein gayi; Priya ne woh sab munh pe bol diya jo wall ke peeche se hum sunte hain; aur main phir se jaldi ke alawa kuch nahi de paaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut. Usne socha, uske haath mein.
Shaam abhi aani thi. Vikram abhi aana tha. Wall abhi bachi thi. Aur Vaishali ne, pehli baar itne din mein, yeh faisla le liya tha ki woh bheek maangne wapas jaldi nahi jaayegi—chahe society kitna bhi Meera-Meera kare, chahe Priya kitna bhi ganda bole. Usne socha, raat ko. Usne socha, wall ke us paar. Aur uski chut mein ek dheemi si geelapan ab bhi thi..




Shaam ho chuki thi jab Vikram ghar aaya. Keys ki awaaz sun ke Vaishali kitchen se hall mein aayi. Usne simple saree pehni thi, pallu dheela tha, baal thode bikhre hue. Makeup halka. Chehre pe thakan thi, lekin aankhen soft thin. Uske seene mein ab bhi subah ki geelapan ki yaad thi.
Vikram ne usse dekhte hi ruk gaya. Bag haath mein reh gaya. Uske andar turant garmi uthii. Yeh dekhna—uski biwi, uski Meera, ghar mein uske liye khadi—uska lund pehle se hilne laga. Shorts mein tight ho gaya.
“Aaj tu acchi lag rahi hai,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi. “Bahut acchi.”
Vaishali thoda sharma gayi. “Bas… normal hoon. Chai banau?” Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut dheemi si geeli ho rahi thi.
“Pehle idhar aa.”
Woh uske paas gayi. Vikram ne bag neeche rakha, uski kamar pakdi, aur usse apne seene se chipka liya. Usne pehle uske maathe pe kiss kiya, phir gaal pe, phir uske honton ke bilkul kareeb ruk gaya. Vaishali ki saans uske munh pe pad rahi thi. Phir usne uske hont dheere se chuse—pehle upar wala, phir neeche wala—baar baar, jaise taste le raha ho. Vaishali ke munh se soft awaaz nikalii. “Mm…” Uski nipples tight ho gaye.
Vikram ne jeebh nikaal ke uske honton ko geela kiya, corner se corner. Phir uski jeebh uske honton ke beech se andar gayi. Deep. Slow. Usne uski jeebh ko apni jeebh se ghumaaya, chusa, chhoda, phir dobara andar liya. Vaishali ke haath uske shirt pe kas gaye. Kiss lambi hoti gayi. Smack. Geeli awaaz. Kabhi woh uske neeche wale hont ko daanton se halka kaatta, kabhi jeebh se soothe karta. Vaishali ki kamar uske haath mein dheeli pad gayi. Uski aankhen band thin. Uske nipples saree blouse ke peeche tight ho gaye. Vikram ne yeh feel kiya—uska lund shorts mein sakht ho chuka tha. Usne uski gaand par haath rakha, dheere se dabaya.
Usne kiss todte hue uske kaan ke paas saans chhodi. “Chal andar. Bedroom.”




Vaishali ne aankhen kholin. Hont laal the, geele the, thode se soojhe. Usne dheere se sir hilaya. Koi lambi baat nahi. Bas soft. “Haan.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Yeh haan simple thi. Isme koi badi speech nahi thi. Bas itna ki woh uske saath jaane ko ready hai. Vikram yeh samajh gaya. Usne uska haath pakda aur bedroom le gaya.
Bedroom mein usne light kam ki. Vaishali ko dheere se bed pe litaya. Uske baal sheet pe fail gaye. Vikram uske upar jhukaa, phir se kiss kiya—hont, gardan, collarbone. Vaishali ke munh se soft moan nikalii. “Ahh… Vikram…” Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi.
Usne uske kaan ke paas kaha, “Aaj main kuch naya karna chahta hoon.”
Vaishali thodi si ruk gayi. Aankhen uski aankhon mein. “Naya…? Kya?”
Vikram bed se utha, drawer khola, aur pink vibrator nikaal ke uske saamne laaya. Remote bhi saath tha. Vaishali ki aankhen badi ho gayin. Chehra sharam se lal hone laga. Usne socha, yeh kya hai.
“Yeh…?” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi. “Main… yeh kabhi nahi kiya. Kabhi use nahi kiya.”
Vikram bed pe uske paas baith gaya. Bull wala andaaz—shant, hungry, control. Usne uska chin pakda. “Tu nahi kiya, toh kya. Tu mere liye karegi. Tu sochti hai tujhe pasand nahi aayega, lekin aayega. Main jaanta hoon. Bas trust kar.” Usne uski jaangh par haath rakha.
Vaishali ki aankhen neeche gayin. Sharam se pura chehra lal tha. Ungliyan sheet kas rahi thin. “Vikram… main… sharma rahi hoon… yeh… ajeeb lagega…” Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut geeli thi.
“Bol haan,” usne kaha, awaaz soft lekin hukm jaisi. “Mere liye.”
Vaishali ne kuch second socha. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir usne dheere se, sharam mein, kaha, “Haan… theek hai… tumhari marzi…”
Vikram muskura diya. “Acchi ladki.”
Woh uske paas hi baitha raha. Usne dheere se uski saree upar uthayi, petticoat side kiya, aur uski panty ke kinare ungliyan daali. Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi. Vikram ne panty dheere dheere neeche khainchi—pehle hips se, phir thighs se, phir poori utaar ke side rakh di. Vaishali ne aankhen band kar li. Sharam aa rahi thi ki woh ab neeche se nangi hai aur woh dekh raha hai. Uski chut geeli thi, khuli.
Vikram ne vibrator on kiya—pehle bilkul slow. Halki si gunj. Phir usne woh uski chut pe, clit ke bilkul upar, dheere se rakh diya.
Pehle second mein Vaishali ko sirf thoda sa feel hua. Phir tingles shuru hue. Halki garmi. Ajeeb si pleasure. Uske pet mein soft wave. Usne socha yeh itna strong nahi—aur tabhi vibration thodi si baith gayi clit pe. Uske munh se achanak moan nikal gayi. “Ahh—” Uski chut geeli ho gayi.
Vikram hans diya. “Itni jaldi? Abhi toh slow hai.”
Vaishali ne aankhen kholin, sharminda. “Main… main nahi… ahh… yeh… ajeeb… ahh…”
Vikram bed pe thoda door baith gaya, remote haath mein. Ab uske paas control tha. Woh usse dekh raha tha jaise show dekh raha ho. Usne speed ek level badhayi. Vaishali ka jism bed pe tight ho gaya. Haath sheet pakad liye. Ungliyan kas gayin. “Ahhh… Vikram… yeh… tez… ahh…” Uski chut geeli thi, vibrator pe.
Woh dekh raha tha. Uski biwi bed pe kaanp rahi thi, taangein thodi khuli, vibrator uski geeli hoti chut pe, haath sheet kas’te hue, munh khula, aankhen kabhi band kabhi uski taraf. Uske lund ne shorts mein aur zor maara. Bull andar se jaag raha tha. Usne remote pe ungli pheri, speed aur badhayi.
Vaishali ko samajh nahi aa raha tha kya kare. Woh gasps le rahi thi. Moan nikal rahi thi. Kabhi hips hilate, kabhi ruk’te. Sheet uske mutthi mein mudi ja rahi thi. “Vikram… ruk… please… ahh… zyada ho raha hai… ahhh— main… nahi sambhal pa rahi— ahh—” Uski chut geeli thi, ras nikal raha tha.



Nahi rukunga,” usne seedha kaha. Remote pe ungli. Bull tone. “Tu le. Bas le. Main dekh raha hoon.”
“Ahhh— please— ahh-ahh— Vikram— band kar— ahhh—” Vaishali ki aankhen nam thin. Pleasure itna tez tha ki uske dimaag mein soch nahi ban rahi thi. Sirf tingles, garmi, gasping, aur uski awaaz. Woh left-right hilne lagi bed pe, lekin vibrator chipka raha. “Main… kya karun… ahh… hath… nahi… ahhh—”
Vikram ne kaha, “Taangein khol. Spread kar. Abhi.”
Vaishali sharam se lal thi. Usne ek second delay kiya, phir usne taangein aur khol di. Legs spread. Uski geeli chut ab clear dikh rahi thi, vibrator clit pe chipka, thighs kaanpti hui, sheet pe geele nishan. Vikram ne remote full ke kareeb kar diya aur hans diya. “Haan. Aise. Ab maza aa raha hai.”
“Ahhhhhh—” Vaishali ki moan zor se nikalii. Woh bed pe tight ho gayi, peeth arch, haath sheet faad’te hue. Munh khula. Saans toot rahi thi. “Vikram— ruk— nahi— main— kuch— hone wala hai— ahhhh—” Uski chut geeli thi, ras nikal raha tha.
“Haan. Ab. De. Squirt kar.”
Uska jism toot gaya. Geela pan zor se chhuta—squirt—baar baar pulse, uski thighs aur sheet pe. Woh chillayi. “Ahhhhhh— ahhhh— ahhhh—” Taangein kaanpin. Pet hilaa. Vibrator ki awaaz ab bhi chal rahi thi jab tak Vikram ne band nahi kiya. Uski chut geeli thi, ras sheet pe.
Phir silence. Sirf uski bhaari saans.
Vaishali ne aankhen kholin. Pura chehra sharam se lal tha. Aankhen nam. Munh khula. Woh apne thighs pe geela pan dekh ke aur sharma gayi. Haath se munh dhakne ki koshish ki. “Main… maine… yeh… oh bhagwan… main… sharminda hoon…” Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram uske paas aaya. Uske shorts mein lund itna sakht tha ki dard ho raha tha. Usne uska haath munh se hataya aur usse dekha—hungry, aroused, bull. “Sharminda mat ho. Yeh mast tha. Tu dekh, main kitna hard ho gaya hoon tere liye.”
Usne uska haath le ke apne lund pe rakha—shorts ke upar se. Vaishali ne feel kiya kitna tight hai. Uske gale mein soft awaaz atak gayi. Usne socha, sakht hai.
“Ab main tujhe chodunga,” Vikram ne kaha, awaaz bhaari. “Hard. Tu ready hai?”
Vaishali ab bhi sharminda thi, kaanp rahi thi, lekin usne dheere se sir hilaya. “Haan… karo…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne shorts utaare. Lund bahar aaya—mota, sakht, tip geeli. Usne Vaishali ki taangein upar ki, uski squirt se geeli chut pe tip rakhi, aur dheere se pehla inch diya. Phir ek deep dhakka.
“Ahhhh—”
“Itni geeli hai tu,” usne kaha aur chodne laga. Pehle thoda control, phir tez. Hard. Bed hilne laga. Thap thap. Geeli awaaz. “Ahh— ahh— Vikram— ahh—” Uski chut geeli thi, uske lund ko le rahi thi.
Usne uske upar jhuk ke kiss kiya jab woh chod raha tha—jeebh andar, hont chuste hue—phir gardan pe muh rakha. “Bol maza aa raha hai?”
“Haan— ahh— aa raha hai— ahhh— mat ruk—” Vaishali ke nails uski peeth pe the. Sharm ab pleasure ke neeche dabi ja rahi thi. Har dhakka pe uske boobs hilte. Har dhakka pe moan nikal’ti. “Ahh-ahh-ahh—” Uski chut geeli thi, ras nikal raha tha.
Vikram ne uske haath pakad ke sirhane dabaye aur aur gehra choda. Bull mode poora. “Teri chut mujhe kha rahi hai. Squirt ke baad bhi tu itni tight. Bol kiski hai tu.”
“Tumhari— ahh— tumhari— ahhhh—”
Usne usse side se ek taang upar karke aur deep liya. Vaishali ki awaaz toot gayi. “Ahhhh— wahan— haan—” Vikram ki raftaar tez ho gayi. Sweat. Skin. Geeli thap. “Doosri baar aa. Mere lund pe.”



Vaishali phir se hil gayi. “Ahhhhhh—” Uski chut ne lund kas liya. Vikram uske andar jhad gaya—garam, zor se, dhakke pe dhakka—uske andar hi. “Nnh… le… le meri…” Uski chut geeli thi, uske ras se bhari.
Woh uske upar rukaa, saans bhaari. Vaishali uske neeche kaanp rahi thi. Aankhen nam. Chehra ab bhi thoda lal. Sharm aur satisfaction dono. Usne socha, usne dekha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya. “Aaj yeh naya tha. Tu ne kiya mere liye. Kal main aur maangunga. Aaj ke liye… tu mast thi.”
Vaishali ne dheere se kaha, saans ke beech, “Main… pehli baar… itna… sharma gayi… lekin… ruk nahi paayi… jab tumne remote badhaya…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram hans diya, usse apne seene se chipkaya. “Isliye toh remote mere paas tha. Soi ja. Tu meri hai.”
Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Jism geela tha. Clit ab bhi sensitve tha. Dil mein sharm thi, lekin us sharm ke saath ek soft sukoon bhi tha—ki aaj usne haan kaha, kiss se lekar toy tak, aur Vikram ne usse sambhala, choda, aur ab pakad ke litaya. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, wall ke us paar.
Bahar raat thi.
Andar, pehli baar, unka naya khel shuru ho chuka tha—dheere, dirty, aur uski sharm ke saath.