Adultery Neha - Ye kya Kiya Maine - by Bindass08

[Bindass08]

Mausa ji k chehre par muskaan dekh kar mujhe khushi ho rahi thi..unki khushi k chakar main mein sab bhool chuki thi….k meri shaadi hone wali hai, mera ek boyfriend hai, jinke saath maine apne sareerik sambandh banaye hai wo mere pita saman hai…ye sambandh nazayaj tha..har drishti se..par mujhe jayaj lag raha tha..sayad issi ko mati brasht hona kehte hai…

Hamare badan abhi bhi ek doosre se chipke hue the..jaise do jism ek jaan ho…hamara jism ek doosre se alag hona hi nahi chah raha tha….hum lagatar ek doosre ko chome jaa rahe the..bina haya sharm k..



Yhe sab kuch naya tha mere liye .......Kiss to kaushal bhi karte the lekin iss tarah se kabhi nahi ki.....mausa ji ek mahir khiladi the sex ke mamale me........wo ye jaante the k ek naayi ladki ko kis tarah se choodna hai k wo uski deewani ho jaaye..

Mujhe unki aankho me apne liye hawas saaf dikh rahi thi..........unki hawas or mujhe pane ki tadap mujhe unka kaayal bana rahi thi........
Sayed meri sharam hayya sab kahin gayab ho chuki thi........mausa ji ke liye.......or isliye main itni khul gai.........ki bina kuch soche samjhe apne se  dogne  se jyada ke aadami ko apne aap ko bhogne de rahi thi ...............…

Mausa ji abhi bhi mujhe choodne k tayar nahi the…wo mera poore sareer ko choom kaat rahe the..meri taagein, jaagein, boobs, peth……..unka chooma kaatna mujhe bahot accha lag raha tha..hamare haath ek doosre k sareer par ghoom rahe the..hum pata nahi kitne der tak sirf ek doosre ko choomte rahe …hamara sareer se paseena beh raha tha…jisse hamari sareer ek dossre k chpak jaa raha tha..



Do baar orgasm aur ghanto kissing k kaaran ab hamare sareer thak chukka tha…mein mausa ji k baahon mein thak kar soo gayi thi…mein unki baahon mein aisa so rahi thi jaise mein unki biwi ho…par aisa nahi tha…mein mausi k kamre mein unke bed par unke pati k saath nangi soo rahi thi….. meri choot mein abhi bhi mausa ji k veerya bhara hua tha..mujhe iss baat k koi parwaah nahi thi..k kahi mein mausa ji se pregnant na ho jao….mujhe iska bhi koi dar nahi tha k kahi mausi na aa jaye…kya hoga agar wo ek dum se aa jaye..kyunki unka bistar poora bikhra hua tha…mausa ji k veerya k daag bedsheet par tha…



hum pata nahi kitni hi der aur sote par tabhi mausi k aane se kuch samay pehle hi achanak..

Trin Trin…

Kaushal k phone aa jaata hai…mein to ek dum se chauk jaati ho..ghabra jaati ho….kaushal k phone dekh k..Mausa ji abhi bhi mere bagal mein nange soo rahe the..unki bhi neend kaushal k phone se khul jaati hai..



Mausa ji :- Kiska phone hai..

Mein :- Kaushal k…

Itna keh k mein bed se uth kar apne kapde pehne lagti ho..hawas roopi jwar ab nikal chukka tha..mujhe ab sharm aa rahi thi apni haalat dekh k…mausa ji abhi bhi muskura rahe the..

Mausa ji :- jaagah diya is bacche ne..mein apni jaan k saath soo raha tha..



Mein (muskurate hue):- hone wala pati hai wo mera..aise bacha na kaheiye usko..

Mausa ji:- Pati wo hoga par tumhari jarrorat to mein hi poori karonga..dekh lena ab tumhe uska saath pasand nahi aayenga…tumhari pyass ab mein hi bhuja paonga..ab wo bacha tumhe khush nahi kar payenga..tumhe ab mera hi chhaiye hoga….tumhari khet ko ab mera hal hi joot payenga uska bas hi baat nahi..

Khet se unka matlab choot tha aur hal se unka lund…Mein mausa ji k ye baatein mujhe buri nahi lag rahi thi…balki mein unki baton par muskura rahi thi…wo mujhe aage k liye tyaar kar rahe the..aur mein paagal unki baatein sunn k khush ho rahi thi..
Mein :- dekhenge…



Itna keh k mein mausa ji k kamre se muskuraati hui bahar nikal jaati ho…aur apne kamre mein chali jaati ho…

Wahi mausa ji apne kamre ko saaf karne lagte hai..k tabhi unke pass ek call aata hai..



Mausa ji :- hello..

Doosri tarf aadmi :- bhai sahab mein dipankar bol raha ho…writing expert…wo letters aapne likhwaye the mujhse unka payment baaki tha…agar aaj aap payment kar de…mujhe paiso k jarrorat hai..

Mausa ji :- theek hai..aaj sham k aata ho tumhara pass…

Itna keh k mausa ji phone cut kar deta hai….Mausa ji chehre par bapas se ek kamini muskaan thi…

Mausa ji (muskurate hue):- everything is fair in love and war……….

Mausa ji ne mera saath dhoka kiya tha..unhone mere emotions k saath khela tha…wo letters sab jhooth tha..aur iska patta mujhe kaafi baad mein chala..tab tak bahot der ho chuki thi..

Mausa ji k dhoke se bekhabar mein apne kamre mein muskura rahi thi…mujhe lag raha tha k jaise maine aak bahot accha kaam kiya hai…kisi k dard dorr kiya hai…bada punya k kaam kiya jabki sacchayi ye thi..k aaj maine maha paap kiya tha…jaan bhooj kar maine aaj mausa ji k khud k bhogne diya tha….



Par isme meri galti nahi thi mein masoom thi nadaan thi…mujhe mausaji k kaminepan k andazza nahi tha k wo mujhe paane k liye kitne neeche gir sakte hai…mujhe apne jaal mein fasaane k liye itna bada plan kar sakte hai…mujhe lagta tha k mein unke jaal se nikal rahi ho jabki mein unke jaal mein fas rahi thi..

Agle din ghar par ristedaar aane suru ho gaye the..ghar par khushi k mahool tha…meri chichi bua sab aa gaye the…kyu na aate mein ek bin maa k ladki jo thi…par aisa nahi tha..meri mausi maa k saara farz kartavaye poora kar rahi thi…kahi aisa nahi lag raha tha k meri maa nahi hai..wo maa k badhkar mere khushi k dhyaan rakh rahi thi…aur ek mein thi jo unko itna bada dhokha de rahi thi….

Ghar par saari tyaari jor shor se chaalo thi…haldi mehndi…function ho rahe the..gaana bajane chalu tha…

Sab mujhe kaushal se na mil paane k liye chidate the….par mujhe chid nahi machti thi..sayad mujhe kaushal se milne k mujhe itni nahi lagti thi..jitni ek ladki ko lagni chahiye apne hone wale pati se milne k…uski jagah meri nazre mausa ji k khojti thi…aur unki mujhe…pata nahi ye kya tha..mera unke prati apna akarshan rok nahi paati thi..



Mausa ji har sambhav koshish karte the k mera kuch pal k saath unko mil jaaye….par ristedaar itne rehte the…k ye sambhav nahi ho paata tha…waisa mein bhi yeh kahi na kahi chahti thi..k mausa ji k saath mein kuch pal akele mein gujaro..unko dekh kar mujhe wo apne unke saath gujare lamhe yaad aa jaate the…aur mujhe garam kar jaate the..

Mausa ji k chehre par mujhse na mil paane k gussa saaf dikh jaata tha….wo ab frustrate hone lage the….jisse wo bina baat kisi ko bhi data dete the…log isko thakaan bolte the..par mujhko pata tha..k ye thakan nahi hai yeh unki tharak hai…hawas hai…jo abhi poori nahi ho pa raahi thi..