Adultery Pativrata Patni se Hotwife Tak - Ek safar

[Joker44]

Deva aaj raat ghar pe akela tha. Whisky ka glass haath mein, aur dimaag sirf ek cheez — ya keh lo ek aurat — ke chakkar mein uljha hua tha. Geeti.
“Yeh ladki...” usne khud se kaha, ek halki si muskaan ke saath. "Pehli baar koi itni sassy mili hai jo meri aankhon mein aankhon daal ke baat karti hai... aur tease bhi karti hai."
Uske chehre pe kuch aur bhi tha — ek chingari, ek paagalpan — jo Deva ko uske taraf khinch raha tha. Yeh attraction nahi, yeh toh obsession ban raha tha.
Usne ek aur sip liya whisky ka. Geeti ki woh aankhein yaad aayi — bold, mischievous, jaise har baat keh rahi ho: "Main sab samajhti hoon, Deva. Par kya tu samajhta hai?"
"Geeti bhi mujhe chahti hai," Deva ne socha. "Uske nazar mein woh jhalak thi... woh kashish... par uska pati? Woh kya andha hai? Usne meri nazar dekhi thi us par. Fir bhi ek reaction nahi? Kuch toh gadbad hai."
Woh pal baar-baar uske dimaag mein flash ho raha tha — jab Geeti uske paas se guzri thi, halki si smile ke saath, aur uske husband ne sirf casually dekha, jaise kuch tha hi nahi. Jaise... jaise unka rishta sirf dikhawa ho?
Deva ne aankhon mein thoda aur whisky daala. “Kya main sirf overthink kar raha hoon... ya isme kuch sach mein fishy hai?”
Uska mann keh raha tha: yeh khel sirf ek taraf se nahi ho raha. Geeti bhi game khel rahi hai. Aur main... main us game ka hero nahi villain ban jaaun, yeh soch ke darr lagta hai.
Par fir bhi, us raat ek faisla hua — Deva chahe kuch bhi kare, Geeti uske zehen se jaane wali nahi thi. Aur sach toh yeh tha... usse jaana bhi nahi chahta tha.

Geeti apne bedroom mein thi, Soham ke saath — ek lazy evening, TV background mein chal raha tha, but uski attention kahin aur thi.
She looked at Soham, smiled lightly, and said, “Soham... mujhe lagta hai Deva paagal ho raha hai mere liye.”
Soham turned his head, slightly amused, “Kya? Tum serious ho?”
Geeti thoda sharmai, par uski aankhon mein excitement chhupi nahi thi. “I know I never said it... but I felt it. Jab bhi woh mujhe dekhta hai na, aisa lagta hai jaise meri har layer dekh raha ho — not just kapdon ke neeche, but andar tak.”
Soham raised an eyebrow, “Toh... tu chaahti hai woh aaye?”
Geeti ki smile badhti gayi, aise jaise usne khud ko pehli baar itna alive mehsoos kiya ho. “Main chahti hoon ki woh aaye... par yeh sirf ek game nahi hai, Soham. Mujhe usme kuch aur feel hota hai — ek aag, ek passion... jo maine kisi mein nahi dekha, na tum mein... na kisi aur mein.”
She paused, then added, “Main toh hotwife ban chuki hoon kaafi time se. Bahut saare partners aaye aur gaye. But Deva... usmein kuch alag hai. Woh mere andar ki Geeti ko jaagata hai... the one even I forgot existed.”
Soham looked at her — not with jealousy, but curiosity. “Love?”
Geeti shook her head slowly, eyes dark with desire. “Nahi... love nahi. Yeh kuch aur hai. Attraction? Khaas type ka obsession? Ek junoon? I don’t know. But I want it. Mujhe woh chahiye.”
Bahar se koi bike ki awaaz aayi, zor se brakes lage. Geeti ka dil ek pal ko ruk gaya.
She whispered, “Shayad woh aa gaya…”




Evening ka time tha. Andhera hone ko tha, but Geeti ke andar ek aur hi light jal chuki thi — Deva wali.
Doorbell bajne se pehle hi usne dekh liya tha — balcony mein khadi thi, coffee ka mug haath mein, aur aankhon mein woh spark jo sirf Deva ke liye tha. Neeche dekhte hi usne pakad liya scene — Inspector Deva building ke lift section mein enter kar raha tha. Bahana wahi purana — thief case ke report pe sign lena.
Geeti ne halki si smile di, andar aayi, Soham ko bola, "Woh aa gaya... ab ready ho ja."
Soham ne aankhon se uska scan liya — Geeti already ready thi. Usne apne kurti ka top button khol diya tha, cleavage thoda aur deep lag raha tha. Beech mein uska mangalsutra rest kar raha tha — bold, black, beautiful — jaise uski wifey vibes pe ek dark twist ho.
Baalo ko usne ek sexy bun mein tie kiya, but intentionally kuch curls chhod diye — jaise har strand keh raha ho: "Main teri hoon, par tu jeet ke dikha."
Soham bas baitha tha, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si curiosity aur excitement. Uske mann mein bas ek thought ghoom raha tha — Geeti itni excited hai... kya sach mein aaj woh fucked hone wali hai? Raw? No limits?
Doorbell baji.
Geeti ne ek deep saans liya, thoda perfume apne collarbone pe spray kiya, aur jaise koi queen apne courtroom ja rahi ho — waise nikal gayi darwaza kholne.
Deva uske saamne khada tha — eyes scanning her slowly. Jaise ek sip le raha ho us look ka, us vibe ka, us invitation ka.
Aur Geeti? She didn’t say a word.
Uski aankhon ne bola: "Report sign toh ho jayegi, Deva. Lekin aaj kuch aur likhne ka mood hai."

Soham sofa pe baitha tha — lekin uska body wahan tha, dimaag kahin aur. Uski aankhon ke saamne woh scene play ho raha tha jo sirf fantasies mein hota tha.
Geeti.
Uski biwi. Uska obsession. Aur ab kisi aur ke liye itni ready — itni alive.
Jab usne button khola, Soham ka throat dry ho gaya. Jab uska mangalsutra uske cleavage mein settle hua — itna perfectly — ek ajeeb sa thrill body mein daud gaya. Jaise ek unofficial signal tha… “Haan, main shaadi-shuda hoon. But dekh le, aaj shaadi ki boundaries dissolve ho rahi hain.”
And then... the curls. Usne jo way se baal bandh ke kuch strands chhode... Soham samajh gaya — Geeti game kheli nahi rahi, woh game ban chuki hai.
Doorbell baji.
Soham ka heart ek second ko ruka.
Geeti ne darwaza khola, aur Deva andar aaya. Uniform mein, but eyes full of hunger. Not the casual type — the kind that undresses you without even blinking.
Geeti ne ek subtle si look di Deva ko. Lipstick ki red gloss ab aur bhi bold lag rahi thi. Uska body language — it was not innocent. It screamed, “Come closer.”
Soham bas dekh raha tha.
Uski aankhon ke saamne Geeti kisi aur ke liye bloom kar rahi thi. Pehli baar usne realise kiya — yeh sirf lust nahi hai... yeh power play hai. Control ka nasha hai. Geeti ab meri nahi rahi, but mujhe iss moment mein use khona bhi sexy lag raha hai.
Usne khud ko sofa mein aur relax kiya, ek glass water uthaya, aur socha —
"Toh yeh hai woh moment... jab meri biwi kisi aur ke liye khulti hai... aur main sirf witness hoon. Not jealous. Not angry. Bas... turned the fuck on."



Deva ne darwaza cross kiya toh saari hawa ka direction badal gaya.
Woh us usual confident swag ke saath aaya tha, lekin jaise hi uski nazar Geeti pe padhi — uski aankhon ka sparkle thoda aur dangerous ho gaya. That kurti. That half-open neckline. Us curve ka woh angle jo bas imagination ko ignite kar raha tha.
Geeti ne aankhon se hi “Welcome” keh diya.
“Hi, Soham,” Deva ne casual tone mein bola, jaise kuch bhi off nahi ho raha ho. But andar se... banda already hard ho raha tha.
“Hey, Inspector saab,” Soham ne smile ke saath bola, “Aap woh theft case ki report sign karwane aaye ho na?”
“Haan... bas chhoti si formality,” Deva ne kaha, but uski aankhen form se zyada Geeti ki form dekh rahi thi.
Soham ne Geeti ki taraf dekha, “Yaar coffee bana do na... Inspector saab ko thoda refresh kar do.”
“Of course,” Geeti ne bola — ek aisi smile ke saath jo sugar se zyada caffeine pump kar de.
Woh kitchen mein gayi, lekin jaise har step deliberately slow tha. Jaise har move ek trailer ho — movie toh baad mein shuru hogi.
Deva sofa pe baitha, lekin uski aankhen baar-baar kitchen ki taraf ja rahi thi. Jab Geeti coffee lekar aayi, Deva ne uska haath thoda zyada closely notice kiya. Usne jaise hi tray table pe rakhi, uski kurti ka neckline aur niche ho gaya. Accident? Naaah... design.
“Waise,” Deva ne bola, “aapki coffee se zyada strong toh aapka presence lag raha hai.”
Geeti ne aankhon se usse shoot kiya — playful glare — “Toh aapko coffee chahiye ya compliment?”
“Dono,” Deva ne bina blink kiye bola.
Geeti laugh karte hue baithi, usne apne baal loose kiye aur tie karne lagi. Us moment mein jaise time slow ho gaya. Her arm lifted, curls back, and bam — uske armpits ka woh slight glimpse — soft, shaved, scented — Deva ki sanity test ho rahi thi.
Soham ne notice kiya. Of course he did. Aur uski aankhon mein woh hi spark tha — possessive nahi, pervertedly proud.
Deva ne ek sip liya coffee ka. “Kaafi smooth hai... jaise tumhara style.”
Geeti ne aankhon mein fire leke kaha, “Smooth toh main hoon, coffee toh kadvi bhi ho sakti hai kabhi-kabhi.”
Deva leaned in thoda — bas itna ki Geeti ka perfume uski saanson mein ghul gaya. “Main kadvi cheezon se darte nahi... in fact, mujhe unhi ka maza zyada aata hai.”
Woh moment... itna charged tha ki agar coffee gir jaati, toh shayad woh bhi steam mein convert ho jaati.
Aur Soham? Bas baitha tha. Dekh raha tha. Live show. No pause. No skip.





Deva ne coffee ka last sip liya. Cup khaali, lekin uski aankhen abhi bhi full tha — full of need, heat, Geeti.
Geeti aayi, cup uthane ke liye jhuki — casually, jaise normal baat ho.
But it wasn’t normal.
Her neckline dipped deep. Kurti ka fabric thoda stretch hua, aur Deva ko woh view mila jo kisi dream se kam nahi tha — soft, full, teasing. Mangalsutra ab aur niche slide kar gaya tha, resting like a bold underline on her curves.
Deva ka throat dry ho gaya. Usne aankhen control karni chahi, but they betrayed him. Unhone clearly kaha: “Main tujhe poora dekh raha hoon. Har angle se.”
Tabhi Soham ka laptop loud chhime ki tarah baj utha.
Soham ne screen dekhi, “Shit, office call. Mujhe jaana hoga, thodi der lag sakti hai.”
Geeti seedhi hui, ek slight glance Deva ko diya, jaise keh rahi ho — “Ready ho?”
Soham uth gaya, laptop leke ander chala gaya. Jaane se pehle ek baar Geeti ko dekha — aankhon mein understanding thi. Jaise keh raha ho: "Main jaa raha hoon... lekin mujhe pata hai ki yahan kya hone wala hai."
Darwaza band.
Room mein sirf do saansein bachi — Deva ki... aur Geeti ki.
Deva ab openly stare kar raha tha. Uski aankhon mein woh raw hunger tha jo tame nahi hota — jungle ka sher, hunt pe nikla hua.
Geeti ne apni aankhen thodi soft ki, body thodi curve mein tilt ki — jaise invitation ho... ya shayad challenge?
Uski aankhon mein likha tha: "Jungli billi toh hoon... lekin pakad ke dikha, sher babu."
Deva slowly stood up, ek step aage. Room ka temperature ab physical nahi raha — yeh chemistry thi. Yeh junoon tha.
Next moment... just a breath away.

Geeti cup lekar kitchen mein gayi — chal toh rahi thi casually, but har step jaise deliberately slow tha. Cup sink mein rakha, aur usse dhone lagi. Pani ki awaz, thoda foam, thoda glass ki clink... lekin asli awaaz thi us chemistry ki jo room ke andar silently scream kar rahi thi.
Deva ab bhi sofa pe tha. But uske andar ka insaan — the hunter — seat se uthne ko tadap raha tha.
He thought, “Yeh moment dobara nahi aayega. Ya toh ab... ya kabhi nahi.”
Usne dheere se khud ko uthaya, body still calm but eyes on fire.
“Nice house...” usne bola, jaise small talk ho raha ho. “Waise, kitchen mein kaafi heat lag rahi hai.”
Geeti ne sirf halki si smile di. Aankhon mein woh sheen tha jo sirf permission deta hai — invitation nahi, permission. Difference subtle hai, lekin dangerous.
Deva ne ek step aur liya. Ab woh bilkul paas tha. Uske words slow ho gaye, voice low, “Main sirf paani lene aaya tha... lekin mujhe lagta hai mujhe kuch aur milne wala hai.”
Geeti ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas haath se paani ka tap band kiya.
Aur Deva ne peeche se usse gently hug kiya. Not forceful, not desperate — intentional.
Geeti ki body thodi stiff hui... lekin koi resistance nahi tha.
Uske hair se soft lavender perfume ka whiff aaya — Deva ne aankhen band ki, aur uski gardan pe ek slow, deep kiss kiya. Skin soft thi, warm... inviting.
Geeti ne react nahi kiya — lekin woh still nahi thi. Uski breathing thodi uneven thi. Usne feel kiya Deva ki hardness, jo ab subtle nahi rahi.
Aur tab... usne apni neck thodi aur tilt ki. Na kehna nahi tha — kehne ki zarurat hi nahi thi.
Room mein silence tha, lekin unki bodies ab baat kar rahi thi.





Geeti ki saansein tez thi. Deva ka touch ab uski skin se andar jaa chuka tha. Aur phir... usne dheere se mud kar Deva ki aankhon mein dekha — deep, wild, full of tension.
Deva ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uski aankhon ne bola: "Tu meri hai, abhi, isi waqt."
Aur next second — BOOM — unka kiss start hua.
Not soft. Not shy. Pure fire.
Geeti ne pehli baar aisa kiss feel kiya — intense, desperate, but sexy as hell. Unki zubaanon ka dance ho raha tha, lips biting each other, like they were trying to taste every second of this forbidden high.
Geeti ne moan kiya, thoda deep — woh sound jo control ke baahar nikalta hai.
Deva ne use tight pakda, aur lift karke kitchen counter pe bitha diya jaise woh uski trophy ho — powerful, precious, and purely his.
Uska haath Geeti ke kamar ko pakad ke kheench raha tha, lips kabhi uske lower lip ko bite kar rahe the, kabhi uski zubaan se deep taste le rahe the. Woh kiss nahi tha — woh possession tha.
Bartan gir gaye — plates, spoon, ek glass bhi roll karke floor pe aa gaya.
Aur doosri taraf, bedroom mein...
Soham ne yeh sab suna. Kitchen se aati halke moan, bartan ke crash, aur woh faint lip-smack sounds.
Uske lips pe smile aa gayi.
“I knew it… shuru ho gaya.”
Usne laptop mute kiya. Backrest pe lean kiya. And under his breath, he whispered —
“Aag toh maine hi lagayi thi.”


Deva ke haath ab Geeti ke waist se upar slide ho rahe the, jaise har curve ko yaad karna chahte ho. Unka sans lena bhi heavy ho gaya tha. Geeti ke kurti ke buttons pehle hi khul chuke the, aur unka deep cleavage Deva ki aankhon mein doob gaya tha. Usne dheere se unke outer boobs ko bite kiya—soft yet hungry.
Geeti ne ab Deva ki shirt ke buttons khol diye the, unke haath uski chhaati ko explore karte ja rahe the jaise ek bhatka hua raahi apne ghar pahunch gaya ho.
Kuch seconds ke liye dono ne sirf ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekha—woh stare, itna intense tha ki waqt ruk gaya. Kiss ke baad ki woh khalipan... woh yearning... usne sab kuch bhula diya. Haan, including Soham, jo ghar ke kisi kone mein hoga.
Deva ne turant Geeti ko apni baahon mein uthaya aur sofa pe rakh diya—zid aur junoon se bhara kiss uske hothon pe chhod diya. Har liplock deeper, wetter, hotter. Geeti ne hansi se apna top khud nikaala.
Underneath, ek silky purple bra—thoda push-up type—jo aur bhi tempting bana raha tha unke curves ko. Deva ke haath ne uske straps kheech ke nikaale... aur bas, Geeti ab topless thi.
Unki boobs—perfectly round, full, tempting. Her nipples were dusky pink, soft se pehle... par jaise hi Deva ne unko apne lips se touch kiya, woh turant hard ho gaye. Tight, needy, like they were calling out to be kissed... sucked... worshipped.
Geeti ne Deva ka sir khinch ke apne boobs pe daba diya.
"Aah... Deva..." she moaned, her voice half-broken, half-begging.
"Mmm... Geeti," he groaned against her skin, tongue circling one nipple, sucking it deep while pressing the other boob in his warm palm.
Slurp. Slurp. "Mmmph..."
Wet sounds filled the room. Moans echoed off the walls.
Geeti ki kamar hil rahi thi, she was arching her back into him, nipples completely at his mercy.
"Tumne... mujhe pagal kar diya..." Deva murmured between kisses, biting lightly, sucking harder now.
Geeti ne apne nails uski peeth pe chalaa diye. "Toh... roko mat... aaj raat sirf meri hai tum..."







Deva ka haath, kisson aur mohon se bhatak kar, dheere se Geeti ke kamar ke neeche chala gaya. Uski panty ke upar se hi usne mehsoos kiya—geeli thi. Puri tarah. Usne aankhon mein aankhon daali, uss khamoshi mein sab keh diya jo lafzon mein kehna mushkil tha.
Geeti ne uska haath roka nahi. Naa nazar hatayi. Bas halki si trembling—ek silent invitation.
Deva ke andar kuch primal jaag gaya. Kisi aur ki biwi… uske liye itni wet. Aur uska pati? Sirf kuch feet door, study table pe office ke mails mein busy. That contrast—forbidden and fearless—Deva ko aur horny kar gaya.
Usne apni fingers uski panty ke andar daal di. Dheere se. Jaise kisi secret ko chhune jaa raha ho.
Geeti ki chut gunguni thi, soft, aur slippery. Usne jaise hi first touch diya, Geeti ka poora jism hil gaya—ek suppressed moan uske hothon se nikal gayi, “Devaa…”
He was slow, teasing… up-down, soft strokes, then a little circular motion. Her breathing got faster. Uski aankhon mein ab sharm nahi thi—sirf want.
Deva ne uski panty aur pant dono ek hi smooth motion mein utaar diye. Geeti ab uske saamne thi—completely naked, sirf ek mangalsutra uske collarbone se latak raha tha, aur uske boobs—bare, firm, breath-taking.
But Deva ka dhyaan ab uske neeche tha—uski chut, clean-shaved, pinkish, moist, with a warm, sweet aroma. Usne kabhi itni perfect jagah nahi dekhi thi. Kya jannat aisi dikhti hai?
“Tu toh meri jaan le legi,” Deva whispered, aur bina rukhe, he buried his face between her thighs.
Geeti ne apne mooh pe haath rakh liya to stop herself from screaming. But the moans? Still escaped—“Aah… Deva… ruk mat…”
Her fingers gripped the sofa. Her legs widened on their own. Deva’s tongue was working magic—licking, sucking, flicking. Slow… fast… pure madness.






Geeti ab sofa pe thi—bilkul nangi, sirf mangalsutra aur thodi si sharam uske upar. Uski legs khuli thi, aur beech mein uski clean, pink, wet chut—Deva ki aankhon ka nasha ban chuki thi.
Deva ne bina kuch bole uske thighs ko pakda aur apna chehra uske beech mein le gaya. Uski saans Geeti ki chut pe lagte hi, Geeti ne ek loud moan chhoda—“Ohhh fk… Devaaa…”**
Usne pehle ek long lick mara—from bottom to top. Fir tongue ko thoda round ghuma ke uska clit touch kiya. Geeti ka jism hil gaya.
"Aaaahhh… haan… wahan… wahan hi!" Geeti ke haath uske baalon mein ghus gaye, she was pulling him deeper.
Deva ab nonstop tha. Lick… suck… flick… Har second mein Geeti aur zyada wet hoti ja rahi thi. Uski chut ka taste warm, salty-sweet tha. Deva tongue se khehl raha tha jaise uska favourite dessert ho.
Geeti ki moaning ab uncontrollable thi—"Deva… ohh shit… ruk mat… aur… aur… suck it!"
She was grinding against his face now. Desperate. Wild.
Tabhi, andar se Soham ki chair ki awaz aayi. Deva ne ek second ke liye dekha—“Saala abhi bhi kaam kar raha hai?”
Par usne bas muskara ke apni tongue aur deep kar di. Jaise yeh sab us thrill ko aur zyada intense bana raha ho.
Geeti ab poore sofa pe hil rahi thi. Her legs were shaking. Hands clenching. Body arching.
“Devaa… main… main aa rahi hoon… ohhhh…” she screamed, but tried to muffle it with a cushion.
Aur phir—ek full body orgasm.
Geeti ne jhatke maar ke climax kiya. Her legs stiff, nipples hard, chut trembling. Deva ab bhi uske clit pe tongue se slow strokes de raha tha, letting her ride the wave.
She was panting, sweaty, glowing. Ek haath se apni chut chhupane ki koshish ki, par Deva ne uska haath hata diya.
“Yeh toh ab meri jagah hai, Geeti,” he whispered, lips still wet.

Geeti ab bhi hil rahi thi. Orgasm ka aftershock uske jism mein ghoom raha tha. Uski chut abhi bhi pulsing thi, thodi red, thodi swollen—ready for more.
Deva ne apne lips uski inner thighs pe lagaye, phir dheere se upar aaya. Geeti ki aankhen half-open thi, uska chehra laal, neck pe thoda sweat—complete mess, total turn-on.
“Tu ab rukegi toh main nahi rukunga,” Deva ne husky voice mein kaha, uske boobs ko ek baar fir se squeeze karte hue.
Geeti bas slowly nodded, “Kar de Deva… pura le le mujhe…”
Deva ne apna zip khola. Uska lund full hard, throbbing, tip se pre-cum already nikal chuka tha. Usne apna shaft pakda aur uski chut ke entrance pe rub karna start kiya.
Geeti ki moan fir se nikal gayi, “Aaahhh… feel ho raha hai…”
He aligned himself… and then, ek slow push.
“Uhhh… oh f**k!” Geeti ne apne nails uski back pe ghusa diye.
Deva ab uske andar tha. Dheere-dheere, poora.
Geeti ki chut tight thi, warm, completely hugging his cock. Uska andar jaise Deva ko kheench raha tha.
“Tumhari chut… kamal ki hai…” Deva groaned, and started thrusting.
Pehle slow, deep strokes—thak… thak… slop… the sound of skin against skin, wet and rhythmic.
Geeti ab bilkul control mein nahi thi.
Her legs wrapped around him. Boobs bouncing. Mangalsutra beech mein hil raha tha.
“Fast karo Deva… aur chahiye… abhi!” she begged.
Deva ne apni pace badha di. Fast thrusts. Harder strokes.
Thak… thak… thak…
“Tum uske liye nahi bani thi, Geeti… tu meri hai…”
“Aaahh… haan! Bas tu… tu hi!”
Tabhi andar se Soham ki awaaz—“Geeti? Pani le aana zara?”
Geeti ne ek dum se mooh band kiya.
Deva ne fir bhi thrust nahi roka—bas thoda slow kiya, aur uske kaan ke paas bola, “Ab bol… pati bula raha hai…”
Geeti bas moaned softly, hips uthakar usko aur andar le rahi thi.
She was close… again.
“Devaaa… main… fir se aa rahi hoon…”
And just like that—ek aur orgasm. Loud, shaky, breathtaking.






Geeti abhi bhi thak ke sofa pe padi thi, jism se abhi tak pleasure ka heat nikal raha tha. Lekin andar se—wo khatam nahi hui thi. Kuch tha uske andar jo aur maang raha tha. Raw. Wild. Borderline crazy.
Woh slowly uthi, bina kuch pehne—just her mangalsutra swinging gently between her bare breasts. She picked up a glass of water, jaise sab normal ho, jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Fir woh andar gayi—Soham ke room mein.
“Paani…” she said softly, aankhen jhuki hui, voice mein halka tremble.
Soham ne thank you bola, nazar screen pe rahi—but kuch awkward sa silence chhoda gaya tha hawa mein.
Geeti wapas aayi… aur bina kuch bole Deva ke saamne doggy style mein jhuki.
Uski gaand perfect arc mein thi, chut thodi red, wet, open. Deva ne ek second ko socha—"Yeh ladki pagal hai."
But next second… he grabbed her waist and entered her hard.
THAK! Ek loud slap of skin.
“Aaaaahh…” Geeti ne moan kiya, low and rough.
“Tu toh addict ho gayi hai…” Deva growled, thrusting deep, hard, without mercy.
Uski hips ab Deva ke hands ke under thi, breasts bouncing with each stroke, moans escaping her lips with every thrust.
Tabhi—doorbell baji.
Soham ka voice aya andar se: “Main dekhta hoon!”
Deva ne momentarily rukne ka socha… par Geeti ne peeche se pichkari—“Rokega toh mar jaungi…”
Door ka thak-thak, bell ka ding-dong, and andar… Deva was f**king her like a beast.
Thrusts fast. Deep. Animalistic.
Soham ne darwaza khola, “Kuch nahi chahiye bhaiya,” he told the delivery guy.
Wapas andar aaya. But jaise hi usne room ka curtain hataya… uski nazar pad gayi.
Woh freeze ho gaya.
Geeti, on all fours. Deva behind her. Hardcore. Real. Raw.
Unaware. Or maybe… pretending not to care.
Soham ne kuch nahi bola. Bas dekhta raha—ek twisted silence mein.
Aur andar… Geeti climax ke edge pe thi again.





Curtain ke peeche se Soham ab poora dekh raha tha. Shock ka ek moment tha… fir silence. Aur fir… uske lips se nikal gaya:
“Deva… mat rukna. Continue.”
Deva froze ek second ke liye. Uski aankhen narrowed… fir ek wild grin uske chehre pe chadh gaya.
"Tu toh kamaal nikla, Soham..." he whispered, and grabbed Geeti ke hips even tighter.
“Tayyar ho, rani?” he growled.
Geeti bas moaned in response—completely taken over, hair messy, body sweaty, her ass jiggling with each breath.
Deva ne pace badha diya—full-on hardcore.
THAK… THAK… THAK!
Room mein sirf wet moans, slapping sounds, aur Geeti ki broken cries goonj rahi thi.
“Aahh… Deva… aur… aur… bas chodte ja…”
Her voice was raspy, wild.
Soham ab ek corner mein khada tha, frozen but aroused.
Watching his wife get destroyed from behind—by another man—and loving it.
Deva ke thrusts aur fast ho gaye—final stretch.
Geeti was shaking, her arms gave out, face-first bed pe gir gayi, ass still in air.
“Main aa raha hoon…” Deva growled.
Ek final, deep, hard thrust—aur Deva ka warm cum uske andar explode ho gaya.
Geeti moaned loud, collapsed on the bed, legs trembling. Cum dripping from her chut, running down her thighs onto the sheets.
Deva leaned forward, kissed her deeply—wild, victorious, claiming her like a trophy.
He got up, caught his breath, zipped up his pants and turned toward Soham.
Walked up to him, clapped his shoulder, and said with a grin:
“Tu lucky hai, Soham… itni kamaal ki biwi mili tujhe.”
Aur bina ek baar bhi peeche dekhe—Deva nikal gaya.



Soham wahan khada tha… still. Silent. Hard.
Geeti ab sofa pe thi—nangi, thaki hui, lekin poori tarah se… santusht. Her legs still apart, thighs trembling slightly, aur uski chut se Deva ka thick white load dheere dheere baahar aa raha tha.
It was obscene. It was beautiful.
Uski aankhen half-closed thi. Lips swollen, chest rising and falling.
Mangalsutra uske boobs ke beech mein chamak raha tha, thoda cum uske stomach pe bhi laga hua tha.
Aur fir… Geeti ne uski taraf dekha.
Ek halki si smile. No shame. No guilt. Sirf… truth.
“Love you, Soham,” she whispered, voice mein tired sweetness thi, lekin ek strange honesty bhi.
Soham ka dil ek second ke liye ruk gaya. Yeh jo abhi hua… jism ka khel tha. Par jo uski aankhon mein tha, woh sirf uska tha.
Usne aage badh kar uske lips ko gently kiss kiya.
“Love you too,” he whispered, uska haath uske messed-up hair mein le jaake.
Kuch bhi kehne ki zarurat nahi thi. Na explanation. Na apology.
Bas ek twisted si raat… aur ek ajeeb si shanti.

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