Adultery My Sanskari Wife

[Joker44]

Neha bathroom mein aayi.
Darwaza band kiya. Kundi lagayi. Aur halki si thandi tiles par apne nange pair rakhte hi uske body mein ek thandak si daud gayi.
Wo washbasin ke samne aayi… aur mirror mein apna chehra dekha.
Uski aankhen lal thi.
Neend se nahi… raat ki wajah se.
Wo raat jo ab uske haath, uske lips, uske andar chhup gayi thi.
Usne apne lips ko dekha…
Varun ka kiss yaad aaya.
Wo moment jab usne kuch nahi kaha. Jab usne roka nahi. Jab usne… chaha tha?
Neha ne apne haath uthakar apne collarbone ko touch kiya, waha jahan Varun ke fingers ruk gaye the…
Aur phir dheere se apna blouse khola.
Boobs ab bhi thode sensitive the.
Jaise unke andar us raat ki memory ab bhi dhadak rahi ho.
Usne apne nipple ko softly chhua… ek halki si sensation body ke andar jaag gayi.
“Main aisi nahi hoon…”
Usne mirror mein khud se kaha.
Par uske aawaz mein shak tha… yakeen nahi.
Usne aankhen band ki…
Aur phir woh moment yaad aaya—jab uska haath Varun ke lund pe gaya tha.
Uski thickness, heat, aur phir… cum ka feel.
Usne apni ungli se palm pe halka rub kiya… jahan ab bhi uska yaad sa kuch tha.
Guilt uske dil mein tha… desire uske skin mein.
Usne aankhen kholi. Mirror mein khud ko dekha—ek pativrata biwi, ek pyari patni… aur ek aurat, jiske andar ab ek dark secret tha.
Usne apna face dhoya, aankhen poche…
Aur fir halki si thakan se basin pakad ke jhuki.
Uske hothon se ek fasa hua sa lafz nikla…
“Sahil…”
Wo nahi jaanti thi ke Sahil ne sab dekha tha.
Ki jo wo chhupana chahti thi, wo chhup nahi paaya.



Sahil ka mann heavy tha.
Raat bhar usne kuch nahi bola. Neha ke baathroom mein jaane ke baad usne bas ek baar door ke paas aake uski halki awaaz suni thi—“Sahil…”
Us ek lafz mein dard tha.
Aur us lafz ne uska dil cheer diya tha.
Sahil ne apne aap se poocha:
“Main pati hoon… aur maine use kisi aur ke haath mein chhod diya. Kya main itna hi kamzor ho gaya hoon? Ya... kya mujhe wo sab dekh ke sacchi mein sukoon mila?”
Woh cuckold wali fantasy ab real ban gayi thi. Lekin reality mein feelings bhi real thi.
Excitement ke saath guilt aata hai… aur guilt ke saath khud se nafrat bhi.
Par usne Neha se kuch nahi kaha.
Na confrontation, na confession.
Agli subah, dono hotel se nikle.
Thand bhari hawa chal rahi thi, Shimla aur Manali ke beech ka route clouds se ghira tha.
Pehle dono ka mood quiet tha.
Neha ka chehra pale aur drained lag raha tha. Aankhon ke neeche halka darkness, lekin lips pe ek chhupi si softness thi—jaise wo kuch kehna chaahti ho, par lafz nahi mil rahe.
Par dheere dheere…
Jab dono Mall Road gaye, jab snow-capped mountains dekhe, jab tibetan market ki garma garam momos khaye…
Neha ka chehra khilne laga.
Usne ek scarf kharida, selfie li, aur ek chhoti si snowball Sahil pe bhi feka.
Pehli baar uske lips pe ek real si smile thi.
Sahil ne us moment mein socha:
"Shaayad, mujhe sab bhool jana chahiye. Woh pal... woh raat... woh Varun. Neha meri hai. Aur main usse har roop mein chahta ho—chahe woh guilt mein ho, ya khushi mein."
Aur fir…
Neha ne Sahil ka haath pakda. Pehli baar trip mein… apne mann se.
Us haath mein shayad ek silent maafi thi, ya ek naya start.
Par dono ne kuch nahi bola.
Bas Manali ke us cold morning mein… ek nayi warmth unke beech laut aayi thi.






Trekking ka din kaafi thakaan bhara tha.
Sahil aur Neha ne trail complete kiya, upar pahadon ke beech snowline ke paas ek stunning point par pahuch gaye.
Lekin jaise hi campsite dikha...
Disappointment.
Full.
Tent wala bola,
“Sorry bhaiya, pura book ho gaya. Koi tent free nahi hai.”
Thak gaye the dono. Raat hone wali thi. Cold wind chal rahi thi, aur Neha clearly worried thi. Sahil bhi confused tha—kya karein ab?
Tabhi…
Ek awaaz sunayi di. Familiar si.
“Oho… Sahil bhai? Bhabhi ji?”
Varun.
Wahi easygoing smile, wohi confident stance.
Uske saath uska group bhi tha. Tired, dusty, but relaxed. Unki taraf aaya, haath milaaya, friendly tone mein bola,
“Kya hua? Koi problem?”
Sahil ne explain kiya ki tent nahi mila, aur ab raat yahi katani pad rahi hai, khula aasman ke neeche.
Varun ne ek second socha, phir bola—
“Hamare paas do tents hain. Ek mein already 4 log hain… doosre mein abhi jagah hai. Tum dono chaho toh hum adjust kar lenge. Don’t worry, thoda adjust ho jayega.”
Sahil thoda hesitant tha, par options bhi nahi the.
Raat hone wali thi, temperature gir raha tha, aur safety bhi matter karti thi.
Neha ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein ek chhota sa dar tha.
Wo kuch nahi boli, par uski aankhen pooch rahi thi:
“Phir se… yeh? Kya yehi hone wala hai?”
Sahil ne deep breath li, aur bola—
“Theek hai… chalein.”
Varun ne smile kiya. “Bhabhi ji, no stress… hum sab doston jaisa hi hain.”
Wo shabd “doston jaisa” Neha ke dil mein kahin chubh gaya.
Tent mein bas ek sleeping mat tha, but jagah adjust ho gayi.
Thoda tight tha—Sahil, Neha, Varun… aur ek aur banda. Raat ka time, cold weather, and chhota canvas tent.
Sahil ne Neha ka haath pakda—comfort ke liye, ya shayad assurance ke liye.
Neha ne sirf aankhen band kar ke saans le li.
Par uske heartbeats… wahi purani kahani dohra rahi thi.
Aur tent ke andheron mein…
Varun ke aankhon ki chamak vaise hi thi—jaise kuch bhi khatam nahi hua.




Raat ka mausam ekdum chilled tha—hilltop wind aur moonlight ka combo ekdum cinematic lag raha tha. Tent mein sab adjust ho chuke the, aur thoda sa relax karne ke liye ek light mood ban gaya.
Sahil, Varun aur ek aur ladka—naam tha Kartik.
Thoda dusky complexion, sharp jawline aur kaafi lean build. Uski aankhon mein thodi curious si fire thi—jise wo chill mask ke peechhe chhupane ki koshish karta.
Uska look ekdum Himachali hiker jaisa tha—layered jackets, woolen cap aur ek quiet confidence.
Varun aur Kartik ne Sahil ko beer offer ki.
“Thoda lena padega bhai… warna yeh thand andar tak ghus jaayegi.”
Sahil ne mana nahi kiya.
Thoda relax hona zaroori tha—raat lambi thi, space tight tha, aur dimaag mein unwanted thoughts.
Neha ne beer se mana kar diya.
“Nahi, mujhe nahi chahiye… thoda hot chocolate mil jaye toh...”
Varun ne turant ek thermos nikala.
“Yeh lo bhabhi ji… tumhare liye specially.”
Smile soft thi, lekin aankhon mein woh old spark chhupi thi.
Neha ne sirf thank you kaha aur mug le liya.
Thodi der baat-cheet chali. Weather, trek stories, aur random jokes.
Fir sab log dheere dheere apne sleeping bags mein ghus gaye.
Tent tight tha.
Ek hi mat pe 4 bodies, aur position thodi se jugaadi thi.
Neha ko beech mein jagah mili.
Ek taraf Sahil. Dusri taraf Varun.
Lekin twist?
Unki legs criss-cross position mein thi.
Neha ke pair Varun ke face ke kareeb the… aur Varun ke pair uske face ke paas.
Tent mein dim light thi. Neha ne aankhen band ki.
Body tired thi, lekin mind active.
Uske body ke ek end pe Sahil ka warmth tha…
Aur dusre end pe... Varun ki saanson ka halka se ehsaas, jab uske pair ke aaspaas thandi hawa se mixed warmth mehsoos hoti thi.
Sahil ne thoda turn leke Neha ke shoulder ko light sa touch kiya.
Ek instinctive comfort move.
Neha ne response diya, par aankhen nahi kholi.
Varun silent tha… lekin fully aware.
Uske face ke saamne Neha ke slim legs… cotton leggings mein wrapped, thandi se thodi stiff.
Aur kabhi kabhi jab wo move karti thi, unki friction se awkwardly close proximity hoti thi.
Tent mein sab so chuke the.
Par ek tension… ek unsaid electricity…
abhi bhi chadar ke andar circulate kar rahi thi.