Adultery Nayi Shuruaat - Meri Sweet Maa Bani Meri Bhai Ki Dulhan

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Reeti ne shaam ki party ke baad kuch classy aur thodi bold selfies post ki thi apne Instagram pe – red dress, killer pose, glowing face. Naturally, likes aur comments baras gaye.

Ek purana naam notifications mein dikha — Aryan liked all the pics back-to-back.
Usi ke baad DM aaya:

Aryan:
“Damn Reeti... badi hot lag rahi ho tu. Mujhe laga tha tu seedhi saadhi hai, lekin yeh look toh puraa aag hai.”

Reeti ne message dekha, eye-roll kiya aur ignore kar diya. Uska mood bilkul nahi tha Aryan se baat karne ka. Break-up ka reason ab tak yaad tha—uski possessiveness, uska over-control, aur uska ‘mujhe hi chahiye tu’ attitude.

Do minute ke baad fir message ping hua:

Aryan:
“Waise… mujhe kabhi idea nahi tha ki tu itni sexy lag sakti hai. Lucky banda hoga tera fiancé.”

Reeti (thoda irritated hoke reply kiya):
“Thnx. Mujhe lagta tha tu move on kar chuka hoga.”

Aryan:
“Tera face dekhte hi kuch bhi bhool jata hoon. Aur honestly, I never moved on completely.”

Reeti:
“Aryan, we broke up for a reason. Don’t start again.”

Aryan:
“Mujhe bas ek last chance chahiye tujhse baat karne ka. Mujhe lagta hai tu abhi bhi mere saath ek baar calmly baat kar sakti hai.”

Reeti (coldly):
“Main ab engaged hoon. Mujhe tumse kuch discuss nahi karna.”

Aryan (thoda desperate tone mein):
“Reeti, mujhe pata hai tu mujhse naraz hai. But main sirf clarity chahta hoon. Let’s just meet ek baar. Kal college ke terrace pe mil, 5 mins ke liye. No drama, no begging. Sirf clarity. Please.”

Reeti (soch kar, thoda hesitant hokar):
“Fine. Kal terrace pe. Sirf 5 minutes. Aur uske baad sab khatam.”

Aryan:
“Deal. Kal milte hain… bas ek baar tu meri aankhon mein dekh ke kehna ki kuch mehsoos nahi hota.”

Reeti ne phone side pe rakha, ek gehri saans li. Uska dil Rajat ka tha, lekin Aryan ka past bhi ek time par real tha. Ab terrace pe uska ek purana rista uske samne khada hone wala tha… sirf clarity ke liye.










Agli subah, college ki chhatt pe Reeti Aryan se milne gayi. Din dhire-dhire garam ho raha tha, lekin terrace par ek alag hi tension ki hawa thi.
Reeti college uniform mein thi—modern fit blouse, neatly ironed skirt, hair tied in a clean ponytail. Lekin uske chehre par ek mix tha: firm determination aur halki si anxiety. Aryan usse pehle se hi wahan khada tha, piche haath bandh ke, aankhon mein purani yaadon ka dard.
Aryan (softly): “Reeti… tu sach mein mujhe chod kar kisi aur ki ho gayi?”
Reeti (calmly but distant): “Aryan, maine move on kar liya hai. Tumhe bhi kar lena chahiye.”
Aryan: “Mujhe sirf ek mauka chahiye. Ek baar... bas ek baar mujhe apne dil ke kareeb aane de…”
Reeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha, us desperate yearning ko mehsoos kiya, lekin uske liye woh chapter ab khatam ho chuka tha.
Reeti: “Mere dil mein ab tumhare liye kuch nahi bacha. Main Rajat ki ho chuki hoon.”
Aryan ka chehra tight ho gaya, aankhon mein dard ke saath gussa bhi tha. Aur bina kisi warning ke, usne jhatke se Reeti ke haathon ko pakda aur uske lips par zor se kiss kar diya.
Reeti stunned thi. Ek pal ke liye woh react nahi kar payi, lekin turant usne Aryan ko zor se dhakka diya.
Reeti (gusse mein, saans phoolti hui): “Tum pagal ho gaye ho?! Main tumse nafrat karti hoon, Aryan! Kabhi mat dikhna meri nazar ke saamne!”
Aur woh wahan se bhaag gayi—ankhon mein aansu, aur dil mein ek chubhan.
Aryan chhat pe akela reh gaya, uske chehre par ab regret nahi tha—uski jagah ek andhera sa irada tha.
Aryan (andar hi andar):
"Agar tu meri nahi ban sakti… toh kam se kam ek baar toh main tujhe paake rahunga. Ek baar toh… bas ek baar."




college se ghar lautne ke baad Reeti ka mood thoda kharab tha. Aryan ka jo kuch bhi terrace par hua tha, uske dimaag mein ghoom raha tha. Gussa bhi tha, thodi guilt bhi, lekin sabse zyada — ek chubhan si thi jo vo kisi ko batana nahi chahti thi… specially Rajat ko nahi.
Shaam ko jab Rajat ghar aaya, to uska chehra usual charming smile ke saath chamak raha tha. Usne jaise hi Reeti ko dekha, vo instantly uske mood ko feel kar gaya. Lekin kuch poocha nahi… bas ek pyaar bhari muskurahat ke saath uska haath pakda aur khinch ke use apne room mein le gaya.
“Aaj tumhe mujhe kuch batane ki zarurat nahi,” Rajat ne kaha, “Bas mere saath baitho.”
Reeti ab bhi thodi confuse thi, lekin usne resist nahi kiya. Rajat ne use apni godi mein bithaya, dono ka chehra paas tha, aankhon mein sirf softness.
“Kal jo tumne mujhe diya… vo zindagi ka sabse khoobsurat gift tha.”
“Aaj meri baari hai,” Rajat ne uske kaan ke paas hushed voice mein kaha.
Reeti ne aankhon mein thoda curiosity lekar pucha, “Kya laye ho mere liye?”
Rajat ne apni pocket se ek chhoti velvet box nikali. Jab usne khola, to andar ek khoobsurat diamond ring thi—simple, elegant, lekin usme woh sparkle thi jo Reeti ki aankhon se match karti thi.
Usne bina kuch kahe, woh ring Reeti ke haathon ki ungliyon mein pehna di.
Reeti ne shock ke saath Rajat ki taraf dekha—uske hoth thode khule, aankhen geeli hone ko tayyar.
“Rajat… yeh?”
“Official engagement ki baat baad mein sab ke saamne hogi,” Rajat ne muskurate hue kaha, “lekin mere liye, tu abhi se meri biwi hai. Aur main chahata hoon har raat tere haath mein yeh ring ho, jise dekh kar mujhe yaad rahe ki tu meri hai.”
Reeti ke chehre pe ek pyari si muskurahat phoot padi. Duniya ka gussa, Aryan ka chhaya hua moment — sab kuch us ek pal mein pighal gaya.
Woh Rajat ke gale lag gayi, tightly, khud ko puri tarah uske pyaar mein samarpit karte hue.
“Thank you… Rajat. Tum mere sab kuch ho.”
Us raat, Reeti ke haath mein sirf ek ring nahi thi—ek naya vaada, ek nayi shuruaat thi.

Rajat ne pyaar se Reeti ka chehra apne dono haathon mein liya, uski aankhon mein dekha, aur bina kuch kahe uske lips par jhuk gaya. Unka kiss pehle gentle tha… lekin dheere-dheere woh deep ho gaya.
Unki tongues ek doosre se takraayi, jaise dono apni pyaas ek dusre ke andar bujha rahe ho. Reeti ki tongue Rajat ki tongue ko chhedti, chaathti, kabhi peeche hatt jaati toh kabhi uske muh ke andar ghus jaati. Rajat bhi uske taste mein kho gaya tha. Unka saliva mix ho chuka tha, dono ke hoth gile ho gaye the, aur unki breathing tez hone lagi thi.
Rajat ke haath dheere-dheere uske kamar se upar gaye… ek haath uske peeth ko pakad raha tha, toh doosra haath uski side se uske boobs tak pahunch chuka tha. Pehle toh usne kapdon ke upar se halka pressure diya, lekin jaise hi Reeti ke honton se halki siskari nikli, uska haath zyada bold ho gaya.
“Hmm... Rajat…” Reeti ki awaaz mein hichkichahat thi, lekin uski aankhon mein sirf desire tha.
Rajat ne uske boobs ko dono haathon se dheere-dheere dabana shuru kiya—jaise woh har touch se uski feel le raha ho. kapdon ke beech se bhi usse har warmth mehsoos ho rahi thi. Reeti ka seena tez saans se uth raha tha, uske nipples blouse ke neeche se tight ho chuke the.
Reeti ne apne haath Rajat ke baalon mein daal diye, aur kiss aur intense ho gaya. Uske mooh se ab halki-halki awazen nikal rahi thi, jo Rajat ko aur deewana bana rahi thi.





Reeti ka saans ab tez ho raha tha. Uski aankhon mein ek mix tha—sharm, chahat, aur ek andheri si aag. Rajat ne uske honton ko ek baar aur chuma, is baar thoda softly… jaise us pal ko feel karna chahta ho. Phir usne apni ungliyan uske blouse ke hooks tak le jaayi.
"Main... khol doon?" Rajat ne uske kaan ke paas fuskaya.
Reeti ne aankhen bandh karke sir halka sa hilaaya. Uske gale se ek halki si sargoshi nikli, “Haan…”
Rajat ne dheere-dheere blouse ke hooks khole. Ek-ek karte jaise har button ke saath uski excitement badh rahi thi. Jaise hi last hook khula, uska blouse halka sa khul gaya. Rajat ne uski saree ke pallu ko side kiya, aur ek pal ke liye bas use dekhta raha—uska creamy, soft skin… aur blouse ke andar se nikalta hua cleavage, jo ab uske liye kisi dream se kam nahi tha.
“Tu... kamaal lag rahi hai, Reeti…” usne dheere se kaha.
Phir usne blouse ko pura hata diya, aur Reeti ka bra uske perfectly round boobs ko hold kiye hue tha. Rajat ne haath se uske bra ke straps dheere se slide kiye, aur unhe uske kandhon se gira diya. Jaisi hi uska bra neeche gira, Reeti ke boobs free ho gaye—firm, full, aur tempting. Nipples tight ho chuke the, excitement se khade ho gaye the.
Rajat ne ek pal ke liye unhe dekha, jaise samajh nahi pa raha ho ki kaunse se pehle start kare.
Phir usne jhuk kar, apne honton se ek nipple ko gently chuma… ek soft si kiss jo Reeti ke spine mein jadoo sa bhej gayi. “Aahh…” Reeti ke hoth se nikla, uska haath Rajat ke baalon mein gaya.
Rajat ne us nipple ko apne muh mein le liya… aur suck karna shuru kiya. Dheere-dheere pehle… phir thoda aur intense. Uski tongue nipple ke aas paas ghoomti rahi, kabhi chaat-ta, kabhi halka sa nibble karta.
Dusre haath se usne Reeti ke doosre boob ko pakad rakha tha, gently squeeze karte hue. Reeti ab poori tarah se uski baahon mein pighal chuki thi. Her moans were soft, breathy, and desperate.
“Rajat… please…” uski awaaz mein ek addictive mixture tha—begging aur pleasure ka.
Rajat ne doosra nipple bhi apne lips ke beech le liya, aur usse suck karte hue uske boobs ke upar soft bites diye. Har bite pe Reeti ka body jhatakti thi, lekin uske chehre pe ek addictive smile thi—jaise woh chah rahi ho ki yeh kabhi khatam na ho.





Rajat ka saans bhi ab bhadak chuka tha. Usne Reeti ki kamar ko apne dono haathon se pakda, aur dheere-dheere choomte hue neeche ki taraf badhne laga—uske pet, navel, aur fir uski saree ke pleats tak. Har kiss mein uski tongue thodi der rukti, ghoomti, jaise har inch ka swaad lena chahta ho.
Jab woh uske petticoat tak pahucha, toh usne usse dheere se slide kiya, aur uske neeche pehni hui light pink lacy panty saamne aayi. Panty par ek chhota sa wet patch dikh raha tha—Reeti already fully aroused thi.
Rajat ne ungli se us wet patch ko touch kiya. “Itni geeli ho gayi hai tu... sirf meri chaat se?” usne huskily kaha.
Reeti ka body thoda sa hil gaya, usne aankhen band kar li aur apni kamar halki si uthayi, lekin usne Rajat ko roka nahi. Uska trust aur desire dono ab saath mil chuke the.
Rajat ne uski panty dheere-dheere neeche kheenchni shuru ki… har inch ke saath Reeti ki chut zyada clear hoti gayi. Jab panty pura utar gaya, Rajat ne uski legs ko thoda thoda spread kiya.
Aur phir usne us chut ko dekha—soft, puffy outer lips, neatly trimmed, warm brownish-pink tone, aur bilkul geeli, silky surface. Uske folds thode thode khule hue the, andar se transparent si shine dikh rahi thi, jaise andar ek chhupa hua samundar ho.
Rajat ke muh se nikla, “Fuck… tu toh swarg lag rahi hai yahan neeche…”
Usne pehle apni index finger se uski lips ke beech halka rub kiya. Reeti ka body hil gaya. “Aaaah… Rajat…” uski moan halki si high pitch mein nikal gayi.
Rajat ne uski clit ke aas paas ungli ghoomani shuru ki. Pehle slow circular motion mein… phir thoda pressure ke saath. Reeti ka jism hilne laga, kamar uthne lagi. Uski chut aur zyada wet ho gayi thi—ek garam, musky liquid jo Rajat ki ungliyon pe chipak gaya.
Uske baad Rajat ne apne dono haathon se uske outer lips ko dheere se khola… Reeti ki chut ab fully exposed thi—andar ka pink flesh, glistening with excitement, thoda pulsating… jaise woh bulaa rahi ho.
Aur bina rukhe, Rajat ne apni jeebh us chut mein daal di.
“Aaahhh… Rajattt…” Reeti ne apne hoth daba liye, lekin uska moan control se bahar tha.
Rajat ki jeebh andar tak gayi, phir wapas aayi… phir se gayi. Usne chut ke andar tak taste kiya—ek mixture of sweetness, warmth, and raw lust. Uski jeebh kabhi clit pe jaati, kabhi folds ke andar ghus jaati. Har baar Reeti ki moans aur tez ho jaati.
“Rajat… mujhe… please… aur…” Reeti ne apni kamar uthayi, apne haath uske baalon mein daal diye, uski jeebh ko aur andar kheenchne ki koshish ki.
Rajat ab us chut ka pujaari ban chuka tha—licking, sucking, tasting her like she was his personal goddess of pleasure.




Rajat ab Reeti ki chut ko bilkul bhooke jaise chaat raha tha—jeebh se andar-bahar, kabhi zor se suck, kabhi slow tease. Uski jeebh ki har stroke Reeti ke jism mein ek electric shock jaisa faila raha tha.
Reeti ka control completely chuka tha. Uski kamar upar-niche hil rahi thi, jaise woh apni chut ko Rajat ke muh mein aur zyada ghusaana chahti ho.
“Rajat… aaahhh… ohhh Rajat… main… main ruk nahi paa rahi…”
Reeti ne uske baalon ko kas ke pakad liya aur Rajat ka sir apni chut par zor se daba diya, jaise keh rahi ho—“Don’t you dare stop!”
Rajat ne bhi apni speed aur badha di. Ab uski jeebh andar jaa rahi thi, fir bahar aakar clit ko ghoomti thi… kabhi lips ko suck karta, kabhi tongue se slit ke beech rub karta.
Reeti ne zor se apna mooh dabaya, lekin uske moans ab rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the. Her entire body was shaking, nipples tight, legs trembling, toes curling.
Aur phir—Reeti ka orgasm aaya. Ek dam se. Tufaan jaise.
“Rajaatt… aaahhh… main… cum kar rahi hoon…”
Uski chut se garam, geela liquid nikal gaya—ek gushing release jo uski thighs tak beh gaya. Rajat ne bina rukhe sab kuch chaat ke clean kar diya, jaise woh us moment ka har drop apne andar lena chahta ho.
Reeti seedhe bed par gir gayi, thak ke, relaxed, almost in a trance. Uski saans tez thi, aankhen band, aur chehre pe ek trip ke baad wali muskaan.
Rajat uthi hi raha tha, tabhi knock knock.
“Rajat!” Priya ki awaaz aayi. “Papa ka phone aaya hai… baat kar le zara!”
Rajat ne thoda frustrated expression banaya, lips pe cum ki meetha taste abhi bhi tha.
“Yaar didi bhi na… timing toh dekho,” usne haste hue kaha. “Chalo, mujhe jana hoga.”
Woh dheere se apne kapde theek karta hua bahar nikal gaya.
Reeti bed par padi thi, legs thodi open, saree bikri hui… aankhen half closed. Uska jism abhi bhi orgasm ke aftermath mein tha. Usne aankhen bandh ki aur sochne lagi…
“Usi waqt phone kyun aaya jab main cum ki thi…? Pehle baap ka call, ab beta muh mein… jaisa baap, waisa beta…”
Aur woh cheeky si muskaan ke saath, thak ke leti rahi… still feeling Rajat everywhere on her body.