Adultery Couple Ka shuffle

[Joker44]

Rohit subah phone ki vibration se jaaga. Abhi tak uski aankhen properly khuli bhi nahi thi ki usne screen dekhi — Ashish ka naam aur ek image pop-up.
Curiosity mein usne turant message open kiya. Aur jo usne dekha, uske honton pe ek twisted, victorious smile aa gayi.
Photo mein Ashish shirtless tha, aur uske seene pe nangi Geeti leti thi — aankhen band, lips parted, baalon ka jungle pillow pe bikha hua, aur uska mangalsutra uske left boob ke paas chipka hua, jaise ek trophy mark ho.
Aur neeche likha message:
“Hole claimed. Goal made. Wink.”
Rohit ne photo zoom kiya. Uski patni — uski Geeti — kisi aur ke baahon mein… used, loved, fucked… aur ab so rahi thi jaise ek baby jo poori raat roti rahi ho.
Par Rohit ke andar gussa nahi tha. Uski aankhon mein fire tha — lekin pleasure ka.
“Usne kar dikhaya… meri fantasy ko reality mein badal diya.”
Rohit ne ek deep sa breath liya, uske pants ke neeche movement shuru ho chuka tha. Uska cock hard ho raha tha, sirf us thought se ki Geeti ne apne sare kapde utar diye, apna sab kuch chhod diya… aur Ashish ko wo diya, jo uske liye sabse sacred tha.
Usne photo ko fir se dekha, aur apne lips lick kiye.
“Fucking beautiful…” usne low mein kaha.
“Agle turn mera hai.”
Uske mann mein ab ek hi cheez chal rahi thi — Pranali.
“Ashish ne meri biwi le li. Ab main uski loonga. Par sirf badle ke liye nahi… main usse us tareeke se feel karaunga jaise kisi ne kabhi nahi kiya.”
Usne ek message type kiya:
Rohit: “Kaam kamaal ka kiya hai, bhai. Picture worth a thousand moans. Guess what? It’s my turn now. Pranali’s coming over soon. Let’s balance the score.”
Aur send kar diya.



Ashish ki aankhen dheere se khuli… sunlight curtain ke beech se room mein aa rahi thi, aur bed thoda thanda lag raha tha. Usne haath aage badhakar Geeti ko feel karna chaha, par woh waha nahi thi.
Usne thoda stretch kiya, body ab bhi raat ki intensity ka effect mehsoos kar rahi thi. Uska cock ab bhi thoda semi-hard tha, lekin uska mann ab us raat se zyada uske baad ke pal pe tha.
Kitchen se coffee banne ki khushboo aa rahi thi.
Ashish ne apna boxer pehna, aur thoda dheere se hall ki taraf gaya. Kitchen ke corner se usne dekha — Geeti back towards him, hair bun mein, uska plain nighty body se chipka hua tha, uske andar se nipples faintly visible the. She was stirring coffee like she’s been doing this every morning… but aaj sab kuch badal chuka tha.
Ashish ne softly bola, “Good morning, Mrs… still Sharma?”
Geeti thoda jhijhki, fir halki si muskaan ke saath palti, “Good morning…”
Aankhon mein awkwardness tha, lips pe soft guilt. Coffee mugs table pe rakhti hui usne zyada aankhon mein aankhon daalne se bachaya.
Dono ne table pe baith kar coffee uthai. First sip ke baad ek strange silence chhaya raha — dono soch rahe the ki kisne kya bolna chahiye.
Ashish ne finally halka sa break kiya, “Kal raat… I mean… Geeti, jo hua—”
“Ashish,” Geeti ne turant interrupt kiya, nazar coffee cup mein ghumate hue. “Mujhe woh sab yaad nahi rakhna… please.”
Uska tone rude nahi tha, lekin firm tha. Jaise woh khud ko convince karne ki koshish kar rahi ho — aur Ashish ko bhi.
Ashish ne uske expression ko notice kiya — guilt, thodi fight, aur us guilt ke neeche chhupa hua wohi softness jo raat ko usne mehsoos kiya tha.
“Main samajhta hoon,” usne softly kaha, sip lete hue.
“Bas… main yeh nahi chahta tha ki tu soche main tujhe use kiya. Kal jo kuch bhi tha, tu bhi usme thi… equal.”
Geeti ne aankhen uthayi, thoda emotional hesitation ke saath — "Main confuse hoon, Ashish. Mujhe abhi kuch samajh nahi aa raha. Mujhe sirf normal lagna hai…"
Woh coffee finish karti hai, table se uth kar dishes uthati hai. Ashish uski har movement observe karta raha — jaise woh us moment se bhaag rahi ho.
No hugs. No kisses. No eye contact. Sirf thoda awkward sa kitchen ka noise.
Ashish samajh gaya — yeh waqt tha usse space dene ka.
Usne quietly clinic ki file uthayi, bag carry kiya aur door ki taraf badhne laga.
Jaate jaate usne peeche mudkar dekha — Geeti shelf pe cup rakh rahi thi, lekin uska haath thoda shake kar raha tha. She was holding herself together… barely.
Ashish ne kuch nahi bola. Bas narmi se bola, “Main clinic jaa raha hoon… take care, okay?”
Geeti ne sirf “Haan…” kaha, bina mudke.
Door band hota hai… aur Ashish ka dimaag ek hi baat soch raha hota hai:
“She’s changed… but I have to wait. Push nahi kar sakta. Let her breathe.”



Shower ke andar steam bhar chuki thi. Geeti ne tap halka ghooma ke paani aur garam kiya, phir dheere se apne nighty ke straps utare aur usse neeche gira diya.
Uske boobs ab bhi thode swollen the… nipples red, sensitive, aur poora jism thoda sore. Usne mirror mein apne aap ko dekha — wet hair, thaka hua chehra, aur collarbone ke paas ek halki si red bite mark.
Uska haath apne boobs ke upar gaya, mangalsutra ab bhi latak raha tha — aur us moment mein, uska reflection usse aankhon mein dekh raha tha… kuch keh raha tha.
She stepped under the shower. Garam paani ne uske jism pe girte hi ek halki si sukoon bhari thandak laayi — lekin uske beech mein kuch jagah aisi thi jo usse wapas us raat mein kheench rahi thi.
Uski thighs ke beech se jaise har drop ke saath Ashish ka touch yaad aa raha tha. Har jagah jahan usne chhooha tha… jahan kiss kiya tha… jahan usne thrust kiya tha, fill kiya tha…
Geeti ne aankhen band ki aur thoda sa apna head wall se laga diya.
Aur uske dimaag mein wo awaaz ghoonj gayi:

“Teri pussy mujhe chhodne ko tayyar hi nahi hai…”

Her breath caught.
Why did that turn her on again?
Paani neeche jaa raha tha, lekin uski thighs ke beech ab bhi ek narmi thi… ek leftover wetness. Ashish ke cum ki yaad, uska andar bhar jaana, uska body ko stretch karna — sab kuch uske nerves pe wapas dance kar raha tha.
Geeti ne apna haath dheere se neeche le jaake uske folds touch kiye — ek halka spasm. Her pussy was still tender, overused, but... still tingling.
Usne turant apna haath wapas kheench liya, guilt se.
“Yeh galat hai… main yeh kyun mehsoos kar rahi hoon…”
Usne thoda aur paani apne upar phenka, jaise wo yaadein dho dena chahti ho.
Lekin Ashish ki image — woh eyes, woh touch, woh possessive kisses — uske saath chipak gayi thi.
Aur jo cheez usse sabse zyada tod rahi thi — wo yeh thi ki uska jism uss sab ke baad bhi use miss kar raha tha.
Usne apna forehead wall pe rakha, aankhon se 2 silent aansu tapak gaye — not regret… just helplessness.
“Main Rohit ki hoon… par kal raat, main sirf Ashish ki thi.”





Clinic ke cabin mein Ashish apne chair pe tha, files khuli thi samne, lekin uski aankhon mein wo clarity nahi thi jo ek doctor ke patient dekhte waqt honi chahiye.
Kal raat ka har moment uske dimaag mein rewind ho raha tha — Geeti ka naked jism, uske screams, uska cum se bhar jaana… aur uski aankhon mein woh moan bhari surrender.
Uska phone vibrate hua — Rohit ka naam.
Ashish ne turant call uthaya.
“Bas tu yaad kar raha tha, bhai…” usne bola, thoda husky tone mein.
Rohit ke pehle lafz mein hi ek dark excitement tha.
“Photo dekh kar... neend ud gayi meri, Ashish. Teri baahon mein meri Geeti… nangi… cum dripping between her legs… holy fucking shit.”
Ashish halka sa hansa.
“Bhai, not just dripping… she was shaking. I filled your loyal, simple, innocent wife from the inside out. Made the goal… in your favorite hole.”
Rohit ka saans tez ho gaya. “How did it feel? Bol... mujhe sab detail chahiye.”
Ashish leaned back, lips thoda twist kiye.
“Uski pussy tight thi, par needy. Ek baar andar gaya toh... chhodne ka mann hi nahi hua. Jab main uske andar cum kar raha tha… uska mangalsutra mere seene pe tha.”
Rohit ne halki groan ke saath kaha, “Tu meri biwi ko mere bistar pe tod raha tha… aur main bas dekh raha hoon… fuck, it turns me on so bad.”
Ashish: “Aur tujhe bas itna hi kehna hai? Tu samajh nahi raha, bhai… hamara plan kaam kar raha hai. Ab Geeti sirf teri nahi rahi. Ab woh meri bhi hai. Ab teri baari hai. Pranali ke liye ready ho ja.”
Rohit thoda slow, but deeply hungry voice mein bola:
“Mujhe meri patni chahiye, Ashish. Ab tu Geeti ke saath enjoy kar… lekin Pranali ko mere liye ready kar. Thoda emotional touch de… thoda attention… flirt kar. Bas uske andar ek craving jaga de. Jab main business trip se lautun… main usse usi tarike se lunga, jaise tune Geeti ko liya.”
Ashish ne smirk kiya.
“I’ll make her crave you. Trust me. She’ll be so wet for you… tu sirf aa, aur goal maar. Tab tak… main Geeti se har raat… alag position mein score karunga.”
Rohit ka voice aur dark ho gaya, “Make her beg for it. Har angle se le usse. Par yaad rakh — jab main lautunga… mujhe meri Pranali virgin wife nahi chahiye. Mujhe ek ready-to-be-fucked slut chahiye… jo mere naam se chikhke cum kare.”
Ashish:
“Deal done, bhai. Tab tak main Geeti ki hole ko loose, warm, aur addicted rakhunga.”
Rohit:
“Aur jab main apni Pranali ka virgin hole todunga… tu sun raha hoga.”
Ashish hansa, low aur twisted tone mein:
“Yeh partnership toh kamaal ki chal rahi hai.”

Ashish ne clinic se nikalte hi gaadi ka door band kiya, ignition chalu kiya aur turant phone uthaya. Screen pe Pranali ka message tha:

“Function khatam ho gaya… kal subah nikalungi maa ke ghar se. Bus lene ka soch rahi hoon.”
Uska dimaag instantly active mode mein chala gaya. Yehi toh chance tha — setup Rohit’s entry. First physical contact. First private moment.
Usne turant Rohit ko call milaya.
Rohit: “Bol bhai, kuch plan hai kya?”
Ashish: “Teri entry ka time aa gaya hai. Kal subah Pranali apni maa ke ghar se bus lene wali thi… par main usse kehne wala hoon ki tumhare saath aa jaaye.”
Rohit: “Same route pe hoon main… par kya wo maanegi?”
Ashish: “Uska husband hoon, bhai… trust karti hai mujhpe. Main casually bol dunga — ‘Bus mat lo, Rohit aa raha hai, uske saath aa jao, safe hai.’ She’ll agree.”
Rohit ke lips pe twisted grin aa gaya.
“Ek private drive… just me and her. No interruptions… AC car, close seats, slow music… aur main uski eyes mein dekhunga, uski body language feel karunga. Fuck, Ashish… it’s happening.”
Ashish: “Exactly. Tu bas smooth rehna. Pehle sirf comfort feel kara… fir thoda flirt, light compliments, aur jab pause aaye… ek casual touch. Let her brain register you as a man, not just a friend.”
Rohit ka voice dark ho gaya:
“Uska dupatta sirak jaaye, main neck pe compliment doon… aur agar car ka jerk aaye, main uska haath pakad loon… that’s it. First hook set ho gaya.”
Ashish: “Aur jab woh ghar aayegi… main kuch nahi bolunga. Na sawaal, na shaque. Sirf ek soft smile. Jisse uske guilt ko tumhare liye craving mein badalne do.”
Rohit: “Tu toh master planner nikla…”
Ashish: “Aur jab woh tujhe thank you bolegi lift ke liye… uski aankhon mein dekh ke kehna, ‘Koi baat nahi, tumhara saath achha laga.’ Us pal mein uska jism kuch aur sochega.”
Rohit ne deep breath liya.
“Kal usse pick karta hoon. Let’s start my part of the game.”
Ashish ne Pranali ko message bhej diya:
"Bus ka kya tension? Rohit bhi waise hi aa raha hai kal subah. Tum uske saath aa jao, safe rahega. Main ghar pe rahunga."
Typing dots chalu hue…
Then:
Pranali: “Oh nice! Haan theek hai, Rohit bhaiya ke saath aa jaati hoon. Waise bhi bus mein akeli jaana thoda odd lag raha tha.”
Ashish ne screen ko dekha…
Ek aur chaal chal chuki thi.