Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

[Joker44]

Room ka mahol ab poori tarah se badal chuka tha. Munna ne control le liya tha — lekin Pranali, us control mein bhi khud ko azad mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Usne Munna se thoda faasla liya, jaise ek instinct ho — thoda sa shyness, thoda sa nervousness. Ek second ke liye lagaa, jaise woh phir se unsure ho gayi ho. Lekin Munna ne uske chehre ka har expression pad liya tha.
Woh uske paas aaya, soft tone mein bola, "Relax, Pranali… main hoon na. Kuch nahi hoga jo tu nahi chahegi."
Uski aawaz mein calm tha, magar aankhon mein wahi purani aag.
Thoda silence raha… fir Munna ne corner table se wine ka ek glass uthaya aur uske samne laake rakha.
"Thoda try kar… bas mind halka ho jaayega," usne soft smile ke saath kaha.
Pranali ne pehle toh sir hila diya… "Main kabhi peeti nahi."
Par phir usne Munna ki aankhon mein dekha — aur shayad apne dil ke darr se aankh milayi — phir bina kuch soche, glass uthaya… aur pura ek hi sip mein khaali kar diya.
Munna thoda shocked tha, uski aankhen chauk gayi… lekin uske lips pe ek devious si smile aayi.
"Toh aaj raat sach mein nayi Pranali aayi hai," usne dheere se kaha.
Dusra glass… teesra… chhotha.
Ab Pranali ka expression badal raha tha. Halki si smile, aankhon mein sparkle, shyness kam… openness zyada. Uski body thodi relaxed ho chuki thi, aur uske gestures mein ab wo purana tension nahi tha.
Munna uske paas aaya… bina kuch bole.
Phir ek pal mein, usne Pranali ka face apne haathon mein liya… aur lips pe ek deep kiss chhod diya. Is baar woh kiss soft nahi tha — woh wild tha, rough, dominant. Usne uski lower lip bite ki, tongue se explore kiya… Pranali ne ek pal ko mooh khola… aur kiss aur gehra ho gaya.
Neck pe lips shift hue. Munna ne uski neckline ko kiss kiya, phir bite chhoda — ek red wet mark. Phir dusra, aur dusra.
Pallu dheere se phisal gaya… ab Pranali sirf blouse aur half saree mein thi. Her deep cleavage fully visible — blouse tight, breath heavy. Her mangalsutra resting right between those curves — lekin ab uske upar broken lipstick ka red smudge tha.
Munna ne uske bare shoulder ko kiss kiya, uski collarbone ko lick kiya. Uska neck ab poora wet ho chuka tha — lipstick ke stains, uski tongue ka trace, uske lips ka pressure — sab milke ek art ban chuka tha.
Pranali ki saans tez thi… par usme darr nahi tha. Uske lips thode parted the, aankhen band… lekin expression mein ek controlled surrender tha.
Blouse ke back strings Munna ne dheere se khole… aur uska haath uski back pe slide hua…
Pranali ne apni kamar khinch ke uske close kar li… jaise keh rahi ho — “Main yahin hoon… poori.”
Room mein sirf unki breathing thi. Bed ke corner pe saree ka fall latak raha tha, lipstick ka red shade mirror ke reflection mein chamak raha tha… aur ek aurat apne har layer ko tod kar, ek naye junoon mein bikharti ja rahi thi.







Bed ke edge par baithi Pranali ab sirf aadhi saree mein thi — uska blouse tight tha, breathing heavy, aur aankhen Munna ke har touch ko mehsoos kar rahi thi. Munna ne uske baalon ko ek taraf kiya, uski pith par deep kisses chhodta gaya — aur phir halke se uski skin ko bite kiya, jisse uski kamar thodi si jhatki.
Blouse ka hook khulta hai. Ek halki awaaz ke saath uski peeth se kapda phisalta hai, aur Munna ki aankhon ke samne Pranali ka bare back aur unclasped bra aa jata hai. Usne dheere se bra ki straps utari… aur ab woh uske saamne thi — poori, nangi, aur sirf uski.







Munna ki aankhon mein ek hunger tha, par uska touch gentle ho gaya. Usne Pranali ke bare chest ko aankhon se pooja ki tarah dekha — jaise har curve, har inch ek tasveer ho jo sirf uske liye bani ho.
Pranali ki breathing fast thi, nipples tight ho chuke the, halka sa thartharahat mein.
Munna ne use apni godh mein bithaya, dono haathon se uski kamar ko pakda… aur apna munh uske chest par le gaya.
Usne lips se uske nipples ko chhua… pehle halka, phir deep… phir chusne laga.
Pranali ne aankhen band ki aur moan kar uthi — ek halki si sargam jaise room mein goonj uthi ho. Uski moans controlled thi, lekin jism ka control chhut gaya tha.
Munna chus raha tha — kabhi slowly, kabhi thoda wild. Usne tongue se circular motion banaye, aur kabhi kabhi gently bite bhi karta. Pranali ki ungliyan uske baalon mein ja chuki thi — woh uske aur paas kheench rahi thi.
Ek pal aaya jab Munna ne mehsoos kiya… uske lips par kuch warm sa… halka sa taste. Usne dekha — ek boond narmi se nikal aayi thi — Pranali ka doodh.
Woh ruka nahi — usne uss boond ko apne lips se liya, usse piya — jaise ek gift ho. Pranali ne aankhen khol kar uski aankhon mein dekha — woh sharma gayi, lekin Munna ke chehre par ek sukoon tha… jaise usne uska ek aur roop chakh liya ho.
Woh pal dono ke beech mein thama hua tha — intense, raw, aur personal.
Pranali (andar hi andar):
"Aaj main uski hoon… har sense mein. Aur yeh ehsaas mujhe tootne nahi, banne de raha hai."


Munna ka touch uske jism par aag jala chuka tha… lekin Pranali ka mann ab ek naye zone mein ja chuka tha. Woh sirf ek body nahi thi aaj… woh apna haq, apna control chah rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi — ek aag jo usne ab tak kabhi nahi jani thi.
Usne Munna ko dheere se peeche kiya — woh surprise hua, lekin uske chehre pe halki si muskaan thi. Pranali apne ghutnon par baith gayi, uski aankhen seedha Munna ki aankhon mein thi — full of intention, full of fire.
Uska haath dheere se Munna ke pants tak gaya. Zip ki chain se khelte hue, usne usse khola. Munna ki saans thodi tez ho gayi, woh sirf Pranali ko dekh raha tha — jaise uska sab kuch ab us aurat ke haath mein ho.
Pranali ne dheere se andar haath daala, uske hardness ko feel kiya — firm, hot, full of desire. Uske ungliyon ka slow motion, soft pressure ne Munna se ek halki si siskari nikalwa di.
“Aaahh…”
Munna ne aankhen band ki, lekin smile abhi bhi tha — woh kabhi dominate karta tha, aaj dominate hone de raha tha.
Pranali ne uska lund bahar nikala — woh bilkul ready tha, full of blood, pulse mein dhadak raha tha. Usne usse ek nazar dekha… phir apne hothon se halka sa kiss kiya — tip pe, soft… wet… lingering.
Usne ek lambi si lap li — jaise ice cream chaat rahi ho, har swirl mein pyaas thi. Kulfi jaise taste kar rahi thi, slow se start kiya, tongue tip se circle banaye… phir base tak le jaakar poora feel kiya.
Munna (moaning, breathless):
"Haaan... Pranali… tu kya kar rahi hai…"
Pranali ke lips mein woh wild game chal raha tha — kabhi soft suck, kabhi deep throaty push. Sound gungunahat ban chuki thi — slurps, moans, wet warmth ka raag.
Usne dono haathon se grip banayi, ek se base hold kiya aur doosre se motion banayi… aur lips se tip ko continue kiya — kabhi chusna, kabhi kiss, kabhi tongue se tease karna.
Room mein sirf ek music chal raha tha — Pranali ki lips ka sound aur Munna ki moaning.
Pranali ka face glow kar raha tha, lipstick already chhut chuki thi, lekin uski aankhon mein sirf ek baat thi — control.
Woh us pal ki malik thi.






Munna’s POV
Woh mere ghutnon ke paas thi — ghutnon pe baithi hui, ek roshni ki tarah chamak rahi thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek junoon tha… ek aag jisme main khud jalne ko tayyar tha.
Uske haathon mein mera jism tha — tight grip, slow strokes, aur lips jo har touch ko paagal bana rahe the.
Main upar se usse dekh raha tha — uska bindi, khula hua hair, deep neckline, aur sabse zyada... uska mangalsutra, jo baar-baar mere lund se takra raha tha. Har baar woh chain touch karti, ek alag hi sukoon hota — jaise woh meri patni ho, meri chhupi hui chaahat ho.
Woh koi normal blowjob nahi tha. Woh ek ritual lag raha tha — har lick, har suck mein woh mujhe andar tak chus rahi thi.
Mere haathon ne uske baal ko gently pakda — main uska chehra clearly dekhna chahta tha. Uske lips tight wrap mein the, tongue har motion mein ghus rahi thi. Kabhi woh base tak jaati, toh kabhi sirf tip pe focus karti — aur mujhe lag raha tha main yahin... isi pal mein phat jaaunga.
"Saala… yeh aurat… pagal kar rahi hai," main andar hi andar souch raha tha. Par control uske haathon mein chala gaya tha.

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Pranali’s POV
Uska taste… pehle ajeeb laga tha. Hard, salty, thick… par phir… ek nasha sa chadh gaya. Jaise main apna sab kuch bhool gayi hoon.
Mujhe laga tha guilt hoga… par ab nahi. Har stroke, har suck, har lick ke saath main khud mein ghus rahi thi. Yeh meri moment thi — main yeh kar rahi thi, apne marzi se.
Uska lund ab meri tongue ke neeche tha, mera saliva uske shaft pe chamak raha tha. Kabhi main tip ko kulfi ki tarah ghoomti, kabhi usse pura le leti — mera throat heavy ho jata, par main rukh nahi rahi thi.
Munna ke haathon ne mere baalon ko pakda, lekin gentle tha. Woh mujhe dekh raha tha… main usse mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Mera mangalsutra baar-baar uske lund se lag raha tha. Pehle thoda ajeeb laga… par phir laga — yeh pal mera hai. Yeh main hoon, bina kisi mask ke.
Ab main slow nahi thi. Main pace badha chuki thi — slurp sounds, moans, aur mera saans lena bhi wild ho chuka tha. Munna ki moans mujhe aur excite kar rahi thi.
Mujhe maza aa raha tha. Har ek reaction main chaahti thi. Har moan mera reward tha.
Main uske aankhon mein dekhte hue usse suck karti gayi… aur socha — aaj raat sirf meri hai.





Munna ke saans tez the… Pranali ab bhi uske samne ghutnon par thi, aankhen band, aur hoth par us raat ka sabse gehra raaz.Munna ne sarra cum oranali ke muhh mae chor diya aur Usne sab pi liya… bina shikayat, bina hichkichahat. Usne khud ko puri tarah Munna ke hawale kar diya tha… aur us pal, Munna ne pehli baar sirf hawas nahi, jazbaat bhi mehsoos kiya.




Woh usse dheere se uthata hai — uske haathon se uski baaki saree ko hata deta hai. Ab Pranali sirf ek panty mein thi… haathon mein choodiyan, gale mein mangalsutra, aur baaki sab… khula, nanga, sach.
Uska jism mirror mein chamak raha tha — bare chest, soft curves, flat stomach, aur navel ke aas-paas ki wo shine jo sirf desire se aati hai. Uske bal dheere se peeth par gir rahe the, aur aankhon mein koi parda nahi tha.
Munna ne use apni godh mein bithaya, dono ki skin ek dusre ko mehsoos karti hui, aur haathon se uski kamar ko pakda. Pranali ne aankhen band ki… uska dil dhadak raha tha… lekin shikayat nahi thi.
Usne apne andar bol diya tha — "Aaj main Munna ki hoon, poori. Jo hoga, jaise hoga… main rokungi nahi."
Munna ne uski panty par ungli ghumaayi — slow, deliberate… jaise woh sirf jism nahi, uske har ehsaas ko chho raha ho. Uski silky fabric ke neeche se warmth mehsoos hoti thi… aur Munna ko pata tha, Pranali ab tayyar hai.
Uski breathing badalne lagi… chest upar neeche hone laga, lips halki moan ke saath khulne lage.
Woh fabric dheere se side karta hai… aur Pranali ki aankhen aur bhi zyada band ho jaati hain. Woh sab kuch mehsoos kar rahi thi — uske touch mein pyaas thi, lekin izzat bhi thi.
Uska jism naram tha, lekin andar se jal raha tha — soft, warm, and completely drenched in longing.
Munna ke haath ne us jagah ko pehli baar directly chhua — uske fingertips ne circular motion mein uski wetness ko feel kiya… har movement pe Pranali ki saans aur moan milte ja rahe the.
Woh moment intense tha — lekin pyaar bhara. Hawas tha, par izzat bhi thi. Woh dono ab ek dusre ke liye bas jism nahi, ek kahani ban chuke the.