Adultery My Sanskari Wife

[Joker44]

Raat ka ek ajeeb sa waqt tha.
Pahaadon ki hawa mein thand barh gayi thi. Tent ke andar sab so rahe the—ya kam se kam aise hi dikh raha tha.
Neha ne aankhen band ki hui thi, lekin neend use aayi nahi thi. Uske body ka har nerve alert tha…
kuch feel ho raha tha.
Chadar ke neeche... koi movement tha.
Soft. Slow. Jaise koi stealth mode mein ho.
Usne socha: “Varun hoga… fir se.”
Par usne slowly aankhen kholi… aur sideways glance se dekha—Varun to deep sleep mein tha.
Uski breathing steady thi, face fully turned away.
Toh… yeh kaun tha?
Chadar ke neeche ek aur face ghusa hua tha.
Neha ko mehsoos hua ki koi uske pairon ko gently touch kar raha tha.
Shayad uske woolen socks nikal gaye the, aur ab ungliyon ke beech wo cold skin feel ho rahi thi.
Fir… wo touch dheere se upar chala gaya.
Ankles… calves… phir thigs.
Slow circular motion. Pehle ek haath… fir dono haath.
Uska saans tez hone laga.
Usne chadar ke andar apna haath daal kar rokna chaha, par wo aadmi ruk nahi raha tha.
Neha ne low whisper mein kaha, “Mat karo, please…”
Par uska awaz itni low thi, itni bhari… ki lagbhag hawa mein ghul gayi.
Us aadmi—Kartik—ka chehra ab Neha ke knees ke paas tha.
Aur uske haath ab Neha ke leggings ke upar se inner thighs ko explore kar rahe the.
Neha ki body tense ho gayi thi. Pura body stiff.
Aur ussi waqt…
Sahil ki aankhen khul gayi.
Pehle to use laga koi sapna dekh raha hai.
Par jab usne dekha chadar ke neeche se koi shadow sa movement ho raha hai—Neha ki side se…
Uska hosh ud gaya.
Usne slowly utha, halka sa lean kiya… aur tab sab kuch dikh gaya.
Kartik—chadar ke andar ghusa hua, Neha ke thigs ke paas, face uski body ke upar… haath uske waist tak.
Sahil ka mann phat gaya.
Ek second ke liye usne socha—“Rok doon… kheench ke nikaal doon…”
Par phir...
Uski nazar Neha pe gayi.
Uska chehra stiff tha, aankhen band, lips slightly parted—na cheekh rahi thi, na hil rahi thi.
Sahil ke dimaag mein ek tornado chal raha tha—
“Kya main yeh hone de raha hoon? Kya Neha resist kar rahi hai ya accept kar rahi hai? Aur kya main chahta hoon ki yeh sab ho…?”
Usne decide kiya…
“Agar Neha ne react kiya, kuch bola—main turant kuch karunga. Varna… main kuch nahi bolunga.”
Aur fir Sahil bas dekhta raha.
Tent ke andheron mein…
Ek aur boundary cross ho rahi thi.
Aur us boundary ke dono taraf pati aur patni the—lekin dono alag-ag alag silence mein bandh.


Neha shock mae thi.
Kartik ka face ab bhi chadar ke neeche uske close tha, haath uski inner thighs tak ja chuke the. Uske body ka har cell freeze tha—tabhi ek thanda sa whisper uske kaan ke paas aaya…
“I know Varun ne kya kiya tha… train mein... tent mein.”
Neha ka body jhatka sa kha gaya.
Usne aankhen kholi… Kartik ka chehra uske bahut paas tha.
Fir usne fir se kaha:
“Agar chahti ho ki sab kuch secret rahe… to chup raho. Bas feel karo.”
Uske lafzon mein koi gussa nahi tha—lekin ek dangerous confidence tha. Jaise use pata ho ki Neha resist nahi karegi.
Neha ne aankhen bandh ki.
Ek aansu uske cheek pe se fisal gaya.
Uske lips hile… lekin koi shabd nahi nikla.
Uska body ab bhi stiff tha… lekin resistance…
woh chhod chuki thi.
Usne Kartik ki aankhon mein dekha—ek second ke liye.
Aur phir… koi resistance nahi diya.
Kartik ne dheere se uski leggings slide karna start ki.
Neha ne madad nahi ki, lekin rokne ki bhi koshish nahi ki.
Usne bas apne haath apne chest ke paas fold kiye aur aankhen band kar li.
Kartik ka haath uske panty ke edge tak pahuch gaya tha, cotton ka texture uski ungliyon ke neeche smooth lag raha tha.
Neha ki breathing ab steady nahi thi.
Deep, warm… aur internal trembling ke saath.
Usne panty slide ki… dheere se… thighs tak.
Neha ne apna waist thoda raise kar diya—na jaane jaan bujh ke ya instinctively.
Usne dekha ko Sahil so raha tha.
Jese hi sahil ne dekha neha mid rhi hae usne ankhe bnd krli.Neha ko laga ki shali beer ke nshe mae deep soya hae.
Tent ke us end se, chadar ke peeche, uski aankhon mein shock tha, guilt tha… aur ek chhupi hui burning fantasy.
Usne kuch nahi kaha.
Sirf dekhta raha—apni patni ka ek aur pal kisi aur ke saath… uske saamne.
Neha ab bas ek silent canvas ban chuki thi.
Kartik ka touch… uski skin… aur raat ki thandak mein…
ek aur secret paida ho raha tha.

Tent ke andar ab sab kuch bahut slow ho raha tha, lekin andar se ek storm jaisa rage aur tension barh raha tha.
Neha ab bilkul chup thi.
Uska panty thighs tak nikal chuka tha, aur Kartik ka face ab uske knees ke beech mein tha—dark, hungry… sure of himself.
Wo dheere se aage jhuka…
Uski warm saansein Neha ke inner thighs par lagne lagi.
Neha ka pura body ek baar mein tight ho gaya, saans andar kheench li jaise kisi ne cold water se chhooliya ho.
Usne aankhen band kar ke tezz heartbeat control karne ki koshish ki.
Par Kartik ka haath… ab uske thighs ko halka sa spread kar raha tha.
Neha ne ek second ke liye aankhen kholi—aur seedha Sahil ki taraf dekha.
Sahil jaag raha tha.
Uski aankhon mein shock, shame, aur kuch aur… jo wo khud bhi samajh nahi pa raha tha.
Neha ne kuch nahi kaha.
Usne aankhen wapas band kar li.
Aur Kartik ne apna face uske chut beech mein le jaakar… uski pussy ke bilkul upar apni zubaan rakhi.
Dheere se ek soft lick.
Phir dusri… thodi aur deep.
Neha ne ek sharp gasp li—“huhh…”
Par usne apna haath mouth pe rakh liya… moan dabaane ke liye.




Kartik ab circular motion mein licking kar raha tha—kabhi soft, kabhi fast.
Uske haath Neha ke hips ko hold karke steady kar rahe the.
Neha ka body ab react karne laga tha—thoda move, thoda shake, thoda surrender.
Uske nipples blouse ke neeche se hard ho gaye the, aur pussy ab wet hone lagi thi—completely exposed to someone she barely knew… in front of the man who loved her the most.
Sahil… sirf dekhta raha.
Aankhen moist thi, lekin voice nahi thi.
“Ye meri Neha hai… aur main kuch nahi kar raha hoon.”
Par wo ruk bhi nahi pa raha tha.
Kya wo tut gaya tha… ya woh andar se is moment ko kab se chah raha tha?
Neha ab softly moan karne lagi thi—“mmm…ahh…”, chadar ke andar dabaa ke, jaise guilt aur pleasure dono ek saath nikal rahe ho.
Kartik ne ek aur lick diya—fir ek suck, deep and tight.
Neha ka haath Kartik ke sir tak gaya… aur usne use gently press kiya.
Wo moment…
Wo raat…
Us tent ke canvas ke neeche ek new truth likh rahi thi—ek jo subah tak chhupaya nahi jaa sakega.


Tent ke andar ab sirf ek hi rhythm thi—Neha ki tezz hoti saansein, Kartik ki zubaan ka motion, aur Sahil ka thanda, silent witness banna.
Neha ab control mein nahi thi.
Kartik expert motion mein tha.
Uski zubaan Neha ke folds ke beech deep ja rahi thi, kabhi tip se tease karta, kabhi lips ke sides ko suck karta.
Wo har lick ke saath Neha ke body ke vibration mehsoos kar raha tha.
Uska haath Neha ke hips ko tightly pakad ke usse stable rakhta, par tongue wild thi—wet, fast, ruthless.
Neha ka mouth ab fully open tha, but awaz band thi.
Chadar ke neeche uske moans daba rahe the, lekin uski body scream kar rahi thi.
“Ahh… mmhh… sss…”
Uske lips se slow broken gasps nikal rahe the, har thoda sa touch ek new wave bhej raha tha.
Sahil, bilkul silent, aankhon mein tears aur body mein ek ajnabee fire ke saath, sab dekh raha tha.
Usne Neha ko kabhi aise nahi dekha tha—ekdum raw, exposed, aur poori tarah se kisi aur ke control mein.
Kartik ne apni zubaan aur deep press ki… ek final circular flick, phir ek tight suck.
Aur tab…
Neha ka poora body stiff ho gaya.
Uska haath Kartik ke sir par tight hua.
Uske legs shake karne lage, hips halki si jerk karne lagi.
“Uhh… ahhh... Kartik…”
Ek muffled scream uske mouth se nikal gayi—chadar ke neeche hi.
Aur us moment mein…
Neha ne cum kar diya.
Full-body orgasm.
Thighs tight, toes curled, stomach spasm mein… chest upar neeche…
Aur aankhon se ek aur tear nikal gaya—ek pleasure-filled breakdown.
Usne Kartik ke sir ko dheere se push kiya, jaise ab aur nahi ho sakta.
Kartik ne respect ke saath move back kiya.
Neha ne panty ko bas knee tak khinch liya… aur apna face chadar ke andar chhupa liya.
Uske honton par abhi bhi warmth thi… aur aankhon mein guilt.
Sahil ne sab dekha.
Sab kuch.
Aur us moment mein…
wo sirf dekhta raha.

Neha ab bhi chadar ke neeche thi, body abhi bhi tremble kar rahi thi.
She had just cum—ek aisa orgasm jisme pleasure bhi tha, guilt bhi.
Uske lips halke se khule hue the, aankhen moist, aur saans abhi bhi uneven.
Kartik ne slowly apna face upar uthaya, uske thighs se le kar face tak glance lete hue.
Usne tent ke andar ki silence ko todte hue, Neha ke face ka chadar dheere se slide kiya.
Unki aankhen mili.
Neha ka face flushed tha, aankhon mein mixed emotions—sharam, guilt… aur ek aadha chhupa hua acceptance.
Kartik uske close aaya.
Bilkul face ke paas.
“Tum bahut beautiful ho,” usne whisper kiya…
Aur bina rukhe, Neha ke lips par ek soft kiss kar diya.
Neha ne pehle react nahi kiya, par jab Kartik ka haath uske cheeks se neck tak slide hua, tab uska body fir se respond karne laga.
Kartik ne uska blouse ke hooks kholne start kiye.
Dheere dheere… ek ek button.
Aur phir, uske saree ke pallu ko side kiya.
Neha ke boobs ab bare ho chuke the—full, dusky toned, soft yet firm.
Nipples slightly swollen the, abhi bhi orgasm ki afterglow mein.
Kartik ne unhe dekha… ek second ke liye ruka, jaise wo moment ko absorb kar raha ho.
Fir…
usne apna mouth neha ke left boob par rakha, aur ek tight suck liya.
“Ahh…”
Neha ke hothon se ek nayi moan nikli, halki, shaky… lekin real.
Kartik nipple ko zubaan se tease karta raha, kabhi soft lick, kabhi tight suck.
Dusre haath se usne right boob ko cup karke squeeze kiya, slow circular motion mein fingers se nipple roll karte hue.
Neha ab fir se react karne lagi thi—uska haath Kartik ke head ke paas gaya, par na roka, na push kiya.
Body ab willingly submit kar rahi thi.
Tent ke andar ab wet sounds, soft moans aur friction ki halki aawaaz thi.
Aur corner mein…
Sahil ab bhi jag raha tha.
Usske andar sab kuch jal raha tha.
Par wo ab bhi chup tha—frozen between fantasy aur betrayal.

Tent ke andar ab sirf ek hi reality thi—Kartik aur Neha.
Kartik ka mouth ab bhi [b]Neha ke boobs pe tha—tight suck, warm tongue, circular tease.[/b]
Neha ke [b]nipples ab completely hard ho chuke the, aur har suck ke saath uska body tense ho kar release ho raha tha.[/b]
Uske hothon se [b]soft moans nikal rahe the, chadar ke andar hi dab ke.[/b]
[b]“Mmmh… Kartik… please…”[/b]

[b][b]Uski awaaz mein ab rokaawat nahi thi.
[/b]
Wo [b]pleasure aur guilt ke mix mein doob chuki thi.[/b]
Kartik ka haath ab [b]Neha ke panty tak wapas gaya, aur bina rukhe use poora slide kar diya—ab Neha bilkul naked thi under the chadar.[/b]
Usne apni shirt kholi, aur body Neha ke upar press ki.
[b]Skin to skin contact… soft, warm, aur intensely personal.[/b]
[b]Neha ne aankhen band ki… aur apni legs thoda aur open kar di.[/b]
Ab aur kuch kehne ki zarurat nahi thi.
[b]Har signal clear tha.[/b]
Kartik ne apna boxer slide kiya…
Aur Neha ki aankhon mein dekhta hua [b]apna thick, warm lund uske folds ke beech rakha.[/b]
[b]Ek soft, wet friction feel hui… [b]aur dono ka body ek rhythm mein hilne laga.[/b][/b][/b]

[b]Tent ke andar thand thi… par chadar ke neeche ek alag hi garmi bhari hui thi.
Kartik ab Neha ke upar tha—skin se skin touch, uska bare chest Neha ke soft, warm body se chipka hua.
Neha ka blouse aur panty dono utar chuke the.
Uska poora body exposed tha—dusky skin, tight nipples ab bhi wet from Kartik’s mouth.
Uska stomach soft and slightly shaking, legs parted… ready.
Eyes closed… but soul wide open.
Kartik ne apna boxer slide kiya.
Neha ne thoda dekha, aur uska lund dekh ke ek halki gasp li—mota, thick, veined… aur poora hard.
Usne kuch nahi kaha… bas aankhen wapas band kar li.
Kartik uske upar lean kiya… aur lund ko uske wet folds ke beech rub karna shuru kiya.
Slow motion—upar se neeche, thoda pressure ke saath.
Neha ka breath ab fast hone laga.
Usne apni kamar thodi upar uthayi… jaise invite kar rahi ho.
Kartik ne uska face dekha—ek second ke liye… fir dheere se andar push kiya.
“Ahhhh…”
Neha ki aankhen khuli…
Uske lips se ek broken moan nikal gaya.
Itna deep… itna full…
Kartik andar poora chala gaya.
Uska lund Neha ki walls ko stretch kar raha tha—deep, hot, intense.
Neha ne ek haath uski back par rakha, aur dusre haath se chadar pakad li.
Kamar dheere dheere hilne lagi—slow thrusts, har ek smooth aur pressure-filled.
Neha ke boobs har thrust pe bounce kar rahe the.
Nipples tight the, pointy, aur Kartik kabhi kabhi unko mouth mein le raha tha—ek suck, fir ek lick, fir deep pull.
Neha ki body ab puri tarah se involved ho gayi thi.
“Harder… thoda aur… mmm…”
Uski awaaz ab pressure se bhar gayi thi.
Uska mooh slightly open, aankhen half closed, lips swollen.
Har thrust ke saath her hips meet Kartik’s—ab wo sirf le nahi rahi thi, actively de rahi thi.
Sahil corner mein ab bhi dekh raha tha—emotionally numb.
Neha uski patni thi…
Aur ab wo scream kar rahi thi kisi aur ke lund par.
Aur uski aankhon mein nafrat nahi thi… sirf desire thi.
Kartik ne pace badhaya.
Ab deep thrusts, wet sound, bodies slapping together.
“Uhhh… Kartik… main… main aa rahi hoon…”
Neha ne gasping mein kaha.
Kartik ne aur tight grip liya, uske hips pakde…
Aur ek last deep thrust diya—balls tak andar.
Neha ka body ek jerk ke saath stiff ho gaya.
Usne mouth se ek choked cry nikaali—“Ahhhh… fuckkk…”
Aur pura orgasm uske body ke andar daud gaya.
Legs shiver, pussy contracting, nipples hard… mooh se tears + moan mix.
Kartik bhi climax par tha.
Usne ek aur thrust diya…
Aur andar cum kar diya—full, warm, deep release.
Kartik ka body collapse hua Neha ke upar.
Neha ab poori tarah weak thi.
Uske lips tremble kar rahe the.
Body sweat mein thi… aur aankhon se phir ek aansu nikal gaya.
Wo kisi aur ka ho chuki thi.
Pati ke saamne.
Aur ab wapas kuch nahi ho sakta tha.

[/b]
[b]Sahil… corner mein… sab dekh raha tha.[/b]
Uski aankhon mein aansu the.
Wo apne aap se keh raha tha:
“Main yeh hone de raha hoon. Meri Neha… kisi aur ke neeche, uske mooh se moan nikal rahe hain… aur main bas dekh raha hoon.”
[b]Neha ab full surrender mein thi.[/b]



Raat ka woh dusra peher tha.
Tent mein garmi chhayi thi—na sirf bodies se, par un kehke hue lamhon se jo ab tak chadar ke neeche jalte ja rahe the.
Kartik ab Neha ke bagal mein so gaya tha, lekin haath ab bhi uski kamar ko halka sa touch kar raha tha—jaise body ne us touch ko miss karna shuru kar diya ho.
Neha beech mein thi—naked, thak chuki, cum kar chuki.
Uska blouse khula tha, pallu side mein, legs folded, nipples ab bhi hard aur wet from Kartik’s sucking.
Uska face chadar ke andar tha… aankhen band.
Par tabhi—ek aur haath uske bare waist pe gaya.
Slow, deliberate… aur possessive.
Neha ne aankhen kholi.
Usne us haath ko dekha, fir saamne…
Varun.
Wo jag chuka tha.
Aur seedha Neha ki aankhon mein dekh raha tha.
Uske aankhon mein shock nahi tha—sirf flame thi. Lust. Possession. Wahi smile.
Usne Neha ki kamar ko aur kareeb kheench liya apne paas,
Aur whisper kiya:
“Ab main rukne wala nahi hoon.”
Neha kuch bol nahi paayi.
Uska throat dry tha… lips open…
Aur tabhi…
Varun ne apna mouth uske lips par rakh diya.
Ek deep, hungry kiss.
Not asking, just taking.
Kartik ne movement mehsoos kiya.
Aankhen kholi…
Aur jab dekha Varun already Neha ke mouth ko kiss kar raha tha, usne Neha ke boobs ko pakad liya—aur bina rukhe uska right nipple suck karna start kar diya.
Neha ka body ek baar mein react kar gaya.
Mouth par Varun ka kiss, nipples par Kartik ka mouth.
Her hands stiff ho gaye… par uska body... ab fight nahi kar raha tha.
“Mmmhh… haah…”
Uske lips se moan nikla—ekdum raw.
Uske legs fir se stretch hone lagi thi…
Aur uska waist slowly hilne laga, jaise kisi internal heat se jal raha ho.
Varun ne kiss deepen kiya—tongue full inside, slow devouring motion.
Kartik ka hand ab dusre boob ko knead kar raha tha, thumb se nipple flicking and mouth se suck karte hue.
Neha ab un dono ke beech thi—ek shared body, ek shared fantasy.
Uske skin par do mouths, do haathon ka heat… aur aankhon ke saamne—Sahil, still pretending to sleep, but shattered within.
Chadar ke neeche ab wet moans, skin slap aur warm breath ka jungle tha.
Aur Neha…
Khud ko rok nahi paayi.
Usne dono ke touch ko accept kar liya.
Wo ab sirf unki thi—poori tarah se.



Tent ke andar ab koi rukaawat nahi thi.
Na kapde ki, na sharam ki, na kisi ke dil mein guilt ki.
Sirf three bare bodies… ek chadar ke neeche… aur ek raag jo saans ke through baj raha tha.
Neha beech mein thi—completely naked, sweaty, moaning softly, skin still tingling from her last orgasm.
Kartik ek taraf, Varun doosri.
Sahil… still awake… par frozen.
Varun ne kiss aur intense kiya.
Uske haath ab Neha ke hips tak aa chuke the—fingers inner thighs tak ghoom rahe the, her pussy still dripping, sensitive and open.





Kartik ab neeche shift ho gaya.
Usne Neha ke legs spread kiye, aur apna lund uske pussy lips ke beech rub karna start kiya.
Soft, thick, already wet with her juices.
Neha ka mouth Varun ke lips mein locked tha, par jab Kartik ne first thrust kiya—slow and deep—to uska body hil gaya.
“Uhh... mmm… ohh…”
Ek muffled moan uske throat se nikli.
Kartik ab full motion mein tha—deep strokes, wet sound, tight grip.
Uska haath Neha ke boobs ko knead kar raha tha, aur Varun ka mouth ab nipples ko suck kar raha tha.
Neha ka body shake ho raha tha—ek taraf se lund andar, doosri taraf se mouth pe suction.
"Harder… dono… please…"
Uska voice now desperate ho chuka tha—ek wild mix of guilt, surrender and craving.
Kartik ab pace badha chuka tha.
Thighs smack kar rahe the, Neha ka back arch ho raha tha, boobs bounce ho rahe the.
Varun ab apne boxers nikal raha tha, his thick lund already leaking.
Neha ka face side se ghooma… aur Varun ne apna lund uske lips ke paas le aaya.
“Lelo…”
Wo whisper karta hai.
Neha ne bas ek second hesitation li… fir apna mouth open kiya.
Aur usne Varun ka lund apne mooh mein le liya.
Ab…
Neha ke body ke peeche Kartik ka thrust, aur mooh mein Varun ka lund.
Tent ke andar ab full rhythm chal rahi thi.
"Suck harder… ohhh yes… good girl…" Varun groaned.
Kartik thrusts fast, wet, slapping.
Neha gag karte hue bhi suck kar rahi thi, her moans muffled between thrusts.
Sweat drip ho raha tha, chadar ke andar complete sauna ban chuki thi.
Kartik suddenly pulled out—warm cum splash karta hua Neha ke inner thighs aur stomach par.
Usi waqt, Varun ne Neha ka mouth se apna lund nikala, uska face pakad kar deep kiss kiya, aur fir uske upar chadh gaya.
“Ab main…”
Aur without waiting, Varun uske andar slide ho gaya—hard, fast.
Already wet thi, aur ab body fully opened thi.
Neha screamed—this time loud.
“Fuckkk… Varun… yes...”
Kartik side pe ho kar uske nipples suck kar raha tha, aur Neha ek second orgasm ke edge par thi.
Full madness.
Three bodies.
One fire.
And Sahil… watching every second—silent, broken, aroused, destroyed.


Neha ab control mein nahi thi—sirf feel kar rahi thi.
Her body already stretched, soaked, throbbing from Kartik ka orgasm aur Varun ka powerful thrust.
Par ab… Varun aur bhi zyada dominant mode mein aa gaya tha.
“Turn around…”
Usne Neha ke kaan ke paas whisper kiya, full breath ke saath.
Neha ne without a word apna body flip kiya—doggy style.
Uska round ass ab Varun ke samne tha—perfect curve mein lifted, skin pe sweat ka shine, aur legs trembling.
Varun ne uske kamar ko tight pakad ke ek hard slap maara—“THWACK!”
Neha ne moan kiya—“Ahhh!”
Mix of pain and pleasure.
Kartik side pe tha, dekh raha tha.
Usne Neha ke boobs ko neeche se pakda, as they hung beautifully between her arms, and began squeezing and sucking—hard, wet.
Varun ne apna thick lund wapas Neha ke soaked entrance pe rakha… aur ek hard thrust ke saath andar ghus gaya.
“UHhhhhh!”
Neha almost screamed.
Slap… slap… slap.
Each thrust echoed in the tent—skin hitting skin, full friction.
Kartik ne uske mouth mein apna lund le aaya—
“Suck… mujhe bhi chahiye fir se.”
Neha ne kamar hilate hilate mouth open kiya, aur double motion shuru ho gaya.
Back se Varun deep fucking, front se Kartik face fucking—moans, wet sounds, choked gasps… pure madness.
“Harder… don’t stop… aaahhh…”
Neha ab whimper kar rahi thi between thrusts.
Then—Varun ne usse kheench ke uthaya.
“Ride me now.”
He lay down, hard lund standing tall, and Neha climbed on top—reverse cowgirl style.
Her back to Varun’s chest, ass full display, lund slowly sliding in.
She started bouncing—slow at first, then fast, full wet sounds filling the tent.
Kartik ne peeche se aake uske hair kheench liye, aur boobs squeeze karta raha.
Neha moaning uncontrollably—
“Ahhhh… yes… yessss... main phir se aane wali hoon...”
Varun ne uska waist pakad ke hard upward thrusts diye from below—
Kartik boobs ko slap kar raha tha now.
Neha’s whole body was shaking—legs giving out.
Then—
One final scream—“FUCKKKK!”
And she exploded—full body orgasm.
Pussy clenching tight, hips buckling, chest heaving, body wet and twitching.
Varun ne bhi us moment mein andar cum kar diya, moaning in her ear.
Kartik apne lund pe haath chala ke uske stomach pe cum spray kar diya, groaning “Fuck, Neha… you’re insane…”
Neha collapsed between them—sweaty, dripping, gasping.
Hair messy, lips swollen, eyes dazed.
Sahil ab bhi tent ke ek kone mein tha.
Uske andar kuch mar gaya tha… ya shayad kuch aur jaag gaya tha.






Sab kuch ruk gaya tha.
Tent ke andar ab koi movement nahi thi… sirf ragged breaths, sweat ki smell, aur kuch bodies ki halki si trembling.
Neha beech mein thi—naked, used, aur poori tarah se drained.
Uska body ab bhi thoda twitch kar raha tha—aftershocks of multiple orgasms.
Pussy abhi bhi sticky thi—Varun ka cum uske andar, aur Kartik ka uske stomach pe dry hone laga tha.
Varun ne uske back ko halki si kiss diya aur bas soft whisper mein bola,
“So jao, Neha.”
Kartik ne ek towel se halka sa clean kiya, uske boobs pe ek final lick diya—jaise claim seal kar raha ho.
Neha ne aankhen band ki.
Uska face chadar mein dub gaya, lips swollen, cheeks wet… but expression blank.
Fir sab dheere se wapis apni original jagah par chale gaye—jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Varun right side, Sahil left, Neha phir se un dono ke beech.
Lekin iss baar sab kuch alag tha.
Ab Neha ke body pe koi kapda nahi tha.
Wo bas chadar se cover thi, but andar se bilkul nangi—physically bhi, emotionally bhi.
Sahil ne dekha.
Usne Varun ki aankhon mein jhaank kar kuch dhoondhna chaha—guilt?
Kuch nahi mila.
Neha ki taraf dekha…
Uski aankhen band thi, but aankhon ke kone mein ek aansu ab bhi chipka hua tha.
Sahil ne kuch nahi bola.
Sirf aankhen band karke pehli baar raat bhar apne biwi ke bagal mein soyega… jaante hue ki wo ab sirf uski nahi rahi.
Tent ke andar sab so gaye.
Par raat ne sab kuch badal diya tha.

Subah ke pehle rays tent ke canvas se chhu kar andar ghus rahi thi.
Pahaadon ki thandi hawa mein ek alag hi tazgi thi.
Neha ki aankhen khuli.
Usne ek gehri saans li… aur chehra pe ek halka sa muskaan thi.
Pehli feeling thi freshness. Jaise body puri tarah drained ho chuki thi, lekin saaf bhi.




Lekin phir…
Ek pal mein—jaise ek flood of memories uske dimaag mein ghus gaya.
Kartik… Varun… moans… mouth… lund… Sahil…
Uska chehra ek dum se stiff ho gaya.
Eyes widened, lips dry… heartbeat tezz.
“Oh god… maine kya kar diya?”
Usne apne aaspaas dekha—chadar ab bhi halki si shoulder pe thi.
Uska blouse ek kone mein pada tha, panty thoda side mein, skin ab bhi sticky and warm thi.
Sahil tent ke corner mein bistar pe tha… aankhen band.
Neha ne socha—
“Shayad use kuch pata nahi chala… wo to beer mein dead sleep mein tha…”
Uska guilt halki si relief mein convert hone laga.
Par ek aur pal mein…
Varun uth gaya.
Eyes full of energy, soft smile… jaise raat ko kuch nahi hua ho.
“Good morning, Bhabhi ji… trek ready?”
Uski smile mein cheeky warmth tha… par eyes mein ek dangerous sparkle.
Neha ne awkward smile di—halki si neck jhuka ke.
Uski aankhon mein ab bhi shame thi, lekin lips par pretend calm.
Tabhi Kartik bhi uth gaya.
Stretch karte hue bola,
“Bhabhi ne to raat mein record tod diye… matlab, stamina queen ho aap.”
Neha ne uski taraf ek jhatka diya—aankhon mein warning.
“Shhh…” usne bola—soft but sharp.
Par Kartik ne sirf hansi mein le liya.
Sahil uth gaya.
Jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Usne smile di, jacket pehni, aur bola:
“Chalo naashta karte hain… trek kaafi lamba hai.”
Neha froze for a second.
Wo acting kar raha tha… ekdam normal.
Na aankhon mein gussa, na thakan, na hint ki usne kuch dekha.
Par Neha ko andar se lag raha tha—yeh sahil wo nahi raha jo kal tak tha.
Aur Neha…
Bas apni jacket pakad ke tent se bahar aayi.
Fresh hawa chahiye thi… ya shayad khud se door bhaagna tha.