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

[hirarandi]

aur waiter cold drink aur beer aur snacks rakh ke chale jaate hain. Ayesha beer peete hue saamne dekh rahi thee ki itane mei uski aankhon ke saamne ek heart shaped locket lehraane laga. Sonay ka locket dekhne mein bahut sundar tha. Jaisee khushi aurton ko zevar dekh hoti hai, waisee hee Ayesha ko bhi hui…



Ayesha – ye mere liye Vicky?

Vicky – ji

Ayesha – par par….

Vicky – daro mat raseed tumhare naam ki banwayi hai, us chutiye ko kahe dena ki tumne khareeda hai.

Ayesha ko Vicky ka Mohd ko Chutiya kahena bura nahin laga.

Vicky – ab pahena doon?

Ayesha ne apne khoobsoorat baal ek taraf kiye aur Vicky ne uske gale mein wo locket pehnaya.

Ayesha – thanks Vicky

Vicky uski side mein khada tha aur Ayesha uski ore dekh rahi thhee, is baar wo neeche jhuka aur uske honth Ayesha ke kapkapaate honth se jaa miley. Kuchh second tak toh sirf lab se lab miley rahe par phir dheere dheere dono ke lab khuley aur zubaan se zubaan, labon se zubaan ka milan bhi huya. Koi 15 second ke milan ke beech gadhe ka call aa gaya aur ekdum ghabra ke wo peeche hat gayi

Ayesha – haanji

Mohd – aur kya haal hai jaanu

Ayesha – theek hai

Mohd – baahar ho kya

Ayesha (beer ka ghoont peete hue )– haan zara ghoomne nikali thee

Mohd – taxi mein

Ayesha – haan

Mohd – wo Vicky ki taxi mein

Ayesha – haan

Mohd – tumhe aur koi taxi nahin miltee

Ayesha – uske saath main safe hoon

Mohd – mujhe wo kafir pasand nahin

Ayesha – mujhe koi farak nahin padta

Mohd – kahan hai wo

Ayesha – mujhe kya pata, chhodkar chala gaya

(Abhi yahan par Vicky toilet ki ore chala jata hai, Ayesha ko ishara kar ke)

Mohd – dekho tum had se baahar jaa rahi ho

Ayesha – kaisee had Miyan ji, jab bachaane ki baari aayi thee toh wohi that jisne gunde ke pitaayi ki thee

Mohd – ye ladna in gunde mawaaliyon ka roz ka kaam hai

Ayesha – apni biwi ki izzat nahin bacha sakte tum

Mohd – Ayesha

Ayesha – kya Ayesha…ek ladka mahenat se paise kamaana chahata hai taxi chala ke aur tum apna kafir wala logic laate ho..chhi

Baat bigadte dekh Mohd thoda dheela ho jaata hai





Mohd – sorry jaanu…pata nahin kyon mujhe wo pasand nahin aata



Ayesha – sorry jaanu…mujhe aata hai



Mohd – kya??



Ayesha – koi shaadi nahin kar rahi... har banda pasand hai jo aurton ki izzat bachaaye



Mohd – chalo shaam ko baat karenge



Ayesha – ok



Call khatm hoti hai aur Ayesha ka gussa charam pe “itni himmat Mohd ki mujhpe shak kare. Saala phattu, chutiya, gadha….mujhpe shak….birthday tak yaad nahin aur ulta mujhpe ilzaaam….sahi kaheta hai Vicky ki fattu hai” aisa sochti badbadaati hui apni beer khatam karke Ayesha apne konay se baahar aakar khadi hoti hai aur tabhi uske kaano mein aawaaz aati hai



Ladka1 – waah yaar kya maal hai



Wo ghoomti hai aur dekhti hai ki 2 ladke beer pee rahe hain.



Ladka2 – Salim bhai kayaamat hai saali, isko toh chaat jaaun



Ladka1 – main bhi yusuf bhai ….ha ha ha



Dono ladke uth ke Ayesha ki taraf jaate hain aur selfie ki zid karte hain, dono usay ek ek taraf se gher lete hain aur selfie lene lagte hain. Aur is selfie ke liye wo uski gaand bhi daba dete hain. Paheli photo ke liye jaise hee pahla ladka button dabata hai waise he eek haath phone pe lagta hai aur phone saamne ghaheri vaadi ya khaayi mein gir jaata hai. Ladke ke ghoomne se pahele uski gardan daba di jaati hai aur aagey badhte hue doosre ladke ke tatton mein laat pad jaati hai. Doosra ladka neeche gir pada aur girte hue us ke tatton phir ek purzor prahaar hua, is baar nokili ladies sandel ne uski jaan nikaal dee. Pahle ladke ko bhi ab tak tin mukke uske pate mein pad jaate hain, uski hawa nikal jaati hai.



doosra ladka khoob zor se chillaya “aaaaahhh….bahenchod……”



Uski cheekh sun aur log aa gaye aur Ayesha ke bataane par sabne dono ladko pe haath saaf kiye. Bheed ke shorgul mein Vicky ne doosre ka phone aur unki car ki chaabi jo table pe padi thee, neeche khaayi mein fenk di aur wahan se nikal gaye.



Is se pahele shorgull khatm hota, Vicky Ayesha trolley lekar neeche aa chuke thhey aur gaadi mein baith rahe thhey. Ayesha Vicky ki ore dekh rahi thee aur Vicky ka dhyaan wahan se nikalne pe tha. Agle 5 minute baad dono wahan se koi 2-2.5 km door aa gaye thhey aur pahadon se utar rahe thhey.



Ayesha – Vicky



Vicky – ji memsaab



Ayesha – thanks again Vicky



Vicky – welcome memsaab



Ayesha ko chid machti hai ki Vicky usay Memsaab kahe ke door kar raha hai aur apna Ayesha jaan ya jaan use nahin kar raha.



Ayesha – kya main sirf ab memsaab hoon



Vicky – kya memsaab nahin ho



Ayesha – AJ nahin hoon



Vicky – ho



Ayesha – gaadi side mein rok



Gaadi side mein rukti hai aur Ayesha ki jacket pichhli seat pe jaati hai. Ayesha Vicky ko apni ore kheench ke



Ayesha – thanks Vicky….



Dono ke honth milte hain. Upar wala honth upar waale honth ka sparsh paata hai aur neeche wala neeche waale ka, phir upar wala neeche waale ke aur phir neeche waala upar waale ka. Phir Ayesha ki jeebh uske honth chaat ti hai aur phir Vicky ki jeebh Ayesha ke aur phir dono ki jeebhen ke doosre ke saath khelti hain. Ayesha ki aankhen madhoshi mein bandhain aur wo Vicky ka poora saath de rahi hot hai.



Muuahh muuahh muuaah ki awaazon se poori car bhar jaati hai..



Mmmmm aaahhhh aaaaa jaisee awaazon se pata chalta hai ki Ayesha madhosh ho chuki thee. Beer ki behad halki si khumari bhi wo mahsoos kar rahi thi.



Vicky masti mein apna haath uski badi chuchi pe rakh deta hai aur malna shuru karta hai, Ayesha ko bhi chadi hoti hai aur kuchh der tak wo bhi khoob enjoy karti hai.



Vicky – meri jaan



Ayesha – hmmmmm



Vicky – kyaa maal hai tu



Muuaahhh….slrrrrppppp…


Ayesha – aaah mere mard….Vicky.