Adultery Vicky or Memsaabs 'written by Dreamer0410' ( Copied )

[hirarandi]

Agley do din Shani Itwaar tha aur bazaar band aur Mohd ghar pe isliye koi mauka nahin bana. Beech mein Mohd market gaya tha aadhe ghante ke liye toh Ayesha ne phone kiya



Vicky – hello memsaab

Ayesha – kaise ho Vicky

Vicky- aapki yaad mein jee rahe hain

Ayesha – hmmmm ab inke saamne toh mil nahin sakte.

Vicky – ji

Vicky – Aj aap bahut achhe ho

Ayesha – hmmmmm

Vicky – Aapka dil bahut bada hai

Ayesha – thank you

Vicky – aur jahan dil hota hai, wo hissa bhi bahut bada hai

Ayesha – thank you…. Badmaash

Vicky – ha ha ha

Ayesha – ha ha ha

Vicky – memsaab navratri shuru ho gaye hain

Ayesha – hmmmm

Vicky – dandiya chalogi

Ayesha – hmmmm

Vicky – memsaab

Ayesha – haan bolo

Vicky – mmuuuahhhh

Ayesha – ye kyat ha

Vicky – kiss

Ayesha – good luck ya thank you

Vicky – na good luck na thank you

Ayesha – phir?

Vicky – aapke liye mera pyaar

Ayesha – badmaash

Ayesha – chal rakh ye aa rahe hain

Vicky – jaan

Ayesha – kya

Vicky – muuuuahhh

Ayesha – muuaah bas bye

Vicky – bye jaan

Agle din Monday tha aur apna Vicky tayaar hokar subah ka chumban lene Ayesha ke ghar jaane lagta hai par usay tabhi Mohd ki car dikh jaati hai. Matlab ki wo ghar pe hai aaj. Vicky nazar rakhta hai uske ghar pe. Ek mauka milta hai jab Mohd market jaata hai tabhi Ayesha ka call aata hai

Vicky – haanji AJ

Ayesha – aaj ye ghar pe hain

Vicky – kyon naukri se nikaal diya

Ayesha – chup… Tour pe jaana hai 4 dinke liye.

Vicky – toh

Ayesha – shaam ko nikalna hai

Vicky – AJ bahut dino ke good luck thank you pending hain

Ayesha – hatt

Vicky – jab wo jaayega tab call karogi

Ayesha – haan

Vicky – bolo na haan mere mard

Ayesha – oye

Vicky – bolo na

Ayesha – hanste hue … haan mere chhotu mard

Vicky – love you memsaab ….. muuuahhh

Ayesha – muuuahhh

Ayesha – bye…

Vicky market jaata hai aur kuchh saamaan lata hai. Takreeban 5 baje Mohd nikal jaata hai. Vicky jaanke Ayesha ke ghar nahin jaata. Ayesha Vicky ke ghar ki ore dekhti hai toh usay lagta hai ki Vicky taxi chala raha hoga. Koi 6 baje Mohd ka phone aata hai.



Ayesha – haanji



Mohd – darling airport pahunch gaya, check in ho gaya hai



Ayesha – ok



Mohd – darling video chat karogi mujhse roz



Ayesha – bilkul (sochte hue isay kya ho gaya)



Mohd – will miss you honey



Ayesha – bye



Mohd – bye



Ayesha baar baar Vicky ke ghar ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai par light band hoti hai. Thak haar ke wo 11.30 baje light band karke so jaati hai. Usay neend nahin aa rahi hoti.





Theek 12 baje Vicky usay call karta hai.



Ayesha – hello kya hua Vicky



Vicky – kuchh saal pahele aaj hee ke din ek bahut sexy ladki paida hui thee jiska dil bahut bada tha aur ek driver uska chotu mard ban gaya aur jiske chumban kismet badalne ke liye kaafi thhey



Ayesha – ha ha ha



Vicky – Happy Birthday jaan (wo jaanke Ayesha jaan ki jagah jaan kaheta hai)



Ayesha – tujhe yaad tha



Vicky – nahin roz phone karta hoon check karne ke liye. Of course yaad tha memsaab.



Ayesha – khush hotay hue…. Thank you thank you thank you



Vicky – jaan birthday treat



Ayesha – milegi milegi



Itne mein doorbell bajti hai.



Ayesha – Vicky koi aaya hai is time. Kaun hoga…



Vicky – kaun kya - main hee hoon, kab se khada hoon


Ayesha khushi se darwaaze ki ore jaati hai, bina sochay samjhe ki usne kya pahena hai. Usne ek noodle strap wali satin ki baby doll nighty paheni hoti hai jo ki uski maansal jhaanghon tak hee aati hai.Uske bhare bhare badan pe kasi hui nighty uske yauvan mein chaar chaand laga deti hai. Saaf dikh raha tha ki usne andar bra nahin paheni. Nipple nighty pe apni chhaap chhod rahe thhey. Kasi hui nighty mein uske maadak jism ke ubhaar, kataav kaatil lag rahe thhey. Iske alawa uske pairo mei unchee pencil heel waale slip-on sandal uski lambi sudaul tango aur gudaaz gaand ko aur bhi jyada sexy aur hot bana rahe the.