Adultery My wife become Mirzapur ki Malika

[Joker44]

 at a private villa just outside Mirzapur. The night is still. Crickets chirp in the silence. Sharad Shukla and Soham sit on leather chairs under a soft amber light, a bottle of Glenfiddich between them, glasses half full.
Sharad (raising his glass):
"Yaar Soham... plan toh kamaal ka tha. Teri biwi ab Munna ke bistar ki rani ban gayi. Par aage kya? Emotional manipulation kaise karega tu? Woh ladki toh guilt mein doobi hogi abhi..."
Soham (smirking, swirling his glass):
"Guilt hi toh sabse strong weapon hai. Uski duniya ab sirf guilt aur dar ke beech jhool rahi hai. Aur us guilt ko direction dena... mera kaam hai."
Sharad (eyebrows raised):
"Teri biwi emotional mess hai, par control mein kaise aayegi? Ek baar chud jaane se toh Munna se obsession bhi ho sakta hai."
Soham (leaning forward, wicked grin):
"Mere paas ek aur trump card hai... uska doosra support system bhi ab mere side mein hai."
Sharad (confused):
"Kya matlab?"
Soham stands up, buttons his shirt, throws a knowing glance.
Soham:
"Aaja. Tujhe dikhata hoon."

their SUV down a deserted road. They stop outside a cozy two-story house—Shubha Kubal’s.
Sharad watches from the passenger seat as Shubha opens the door—dbangd in a soft cotton saree, her silhouette glowing in the porch light, baby in her arms.


Sharad (shocked):
"Ye toh... Pranali ki best friend hai na?"
Soham (smiling like the devil):
"Best friend? Ab meri silent partner hai. Usne Pranali ko Munna ke liye push nahi kiya... usne sirf usse 'support' diya."
Sharad (grinning):
"Bhai... tu toh asli player nikla. Ek patni chudwaayi, ek dost ka dimaag liya. Is game mein sab tere pieces hain."
Soham (lights a cigarette):
"Ab bas... Munna ko hataana hai. Aur Mirzapur meri biwi ke zariye jeetna hai."

Shubha ne chup-chaap darwaza band kiya. Uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si shanti thi, jaise sab kuch pehle se plan tha. Saree ki pallu se apna face thoda thik kiya, fir apni beti Jiya ko gently god se utar ke doosre kamre mein sula diya. Ek baar baby so gayi, toh vo wapas hall mein aayi jahan Soham aur Sharad relaxed ho ke baith gaye the.
Sharad (thoda impressed):
"Simple dikhti hai... par bada role play kar gayi isne."
Soham (smirking):
"Tum jaise soch rahe ho, bilkul waise hi sab kuch ho raha hai."
Shubha ne aankhon se un dono ko dekha, ek second ke liye hesitation aayi, par fir woh apni usual calm tone mein boli:
Shubha:
"Sab kuch jaise bola tha, waise hi kiya. Par Pranali ka guilt real hai... woh toh tooti hui hai."
Soham (nikalta hai ek bundle, kam se kam 10 lakh cash):
"Tere liye. As promised. Aur yeh sirf shuruaat hai."
Shubha ne paise dekhe, koi shock nahi tha. She took it calmly, jaise yeh koi salary ho har mahine milne wali.
Shubha:
"Main Pranali ke emotions ko sambhaal lungi. Usse lagta hai ki main uski dost hoon, toh uska dard bhi mujhe batati hai... aur jo sunna hai, main tujhe bata dungi."
Sharad (laughing softly):
"Mirzapur jeetne ka raasta bedroom se jaata hai... aur tu toh puri chessboard chala raha hai Soham."
Soham ne ek lambi sip li whisky ki aur bola:
Soham:
"Pranali sirf shuruaat hai... Mirzapur meri destination hai. Aur Shubha... meri secret weapon."
Shubha (thoda dry smile ke saath):
"Bas yaad rakhna Soham... weapon jab mood mein ho, toh direction bhi change kar sakta hai."
Sharad (teasing tone):
"Arey arey... yeh toh dhamki thi kya?"
Shubha (nazar ghumate hue):
"Nahi... bas ek yaad-dilaava."
Room mein kuch seconds ke liye silence tha. Bahar se ek distant train ka horn sunayi diya, jaise kisi aur level ke plot ki shuruaat hone wali ho.




Villa ke soft yellow lights ke neeche atmosphere aur bhi thoda garam ho gaya tha. Whisky ka nasha, saazishon ka flavor, aur ab... kuch personal cravings.
Soham ne whisky ka glass side table pe rakha, pocket se do aur lakh nikaale—thik-thik noton ke bundles. Unhe table pe rakha, thoda slide karte hue Shubha ke saamne. Paise dekhte hi Shubha ki aankhon mein ek alag si chamak aa gayi.
Soham (halke se lean karte hue):
"Tere liye aur... thoda extra. Tere efforts ke liye."
Shubha ne usse aankhon se dekha. Thodi der tak kuch bola nahi. Par phir... ek dheemi si muskaan uske honton pe ubhar aayi. Paise uske liye naya nahi tha, zarurat thi. Aur Soham jaanta tha—uski financial situation tight hai, aur uss tight situation mein decisions zyada dil se nahi, jeb se liye jaate hain.
Soham ne aage badhkar, uska haath pakda aur apni taraf khinch liya. Pehle toh Shubha thoda hichkichaayi, par phir woh bhi resist nahi kar payi. Uska dupatta dheere se soham ke haathon se phisla… aur neeche gir gaya.
Uske blouse ke andar se uske dhoodh bhare hue boobs visibly heavy lag rahe the, jaise unhe samhalna mushkil ho raha ho. Blouse tight tha, aur nipples ka outline clearly dikh raha tha. Breastfeeding ke baad unka size aur weight dono badh gaya tha, aur soham ki nazar usi pe atki hui thi.
Kuch kadam door Sharad sofa pe relaxed tha, whisky ka sip le raha tha. Uske honton pe ek halka sa smirk tha—ek spectator jo sab kuch enjoy kar raha tha.
Sharad (teasing tone mein, aankhon se soham ko signal deta hua):
"Bhai... tu toh literal meaning mein sab pe haavi ho gaya hai."
Soham ne Shubha ke kaan ke paas jhuk ke kaha:
Soham (whispering):
"Tujhpe pura bharosa hai... par yeh bharosa thoda aur gehra ho jaaye toh... aur maza aayega."
Shubha ne aankh utha ke dekha, phir halki si neck tilt ki... aur sirf itna kaha:
Shubha (soft, husky):
"Aaj ki raat... sirf bharose ki hai."
Room ka mahaul ab political se personal hota jaa raha tha. Aur iss raat ke baad… dynamics aur bhi dangerous hone wale the.



Room ke andar lights ab dheere ho chuki thi, sirf ek corner lamp ki roshni un teeno ke chehre pe pad rahi thi. Sharad relaxed tha, whisky le kar ek kone mein baitha, aur saamne—Shubha aur Soham, ek dusre ke itne kareeb ki beech ka distance ab sirf saanson ka reh gaya tha.
Soham ne Shubha ki kamar pakdi, usse apni taraf khincha. Uski soft saree ke folds unke beech mein halki rukawat ban rahe the—lekin Soham ko rukna kab tha? Usne blouse ke hooks ke paas apne fingers le jaaye, dheere se unhe khola.
Shubha ka tanav badhne laga. Nazar ek baar Sharad par gayi, jo seedha unki taraf dekh raha tha. Uski aankhon mein mazedaar curiosity thi—woh sirf dekh raha tha, lekin us nazar mein ek undekha pressure tha.
Shubha (thoda hichkichate hue, halki moan ke saath):
"S-Soham... woh dekh raha hai..."
Soham (kissing her neck, whispering):
"Toh dekhne de... tujhe dekhkar toh meri himmat aur badh gayi hai..."
Soham ne uska blouse khola, aur dheere se bra ke straps uske kandhon se khiska diye. Uski full, milk-heavy boobs finally open ho gaye, aur unhe dekh kar uske khud ke haath control mein nahi rahe.
Usne Shubha ke boobs dono haathon se pakde, unhe press kiya—warm, soft, lekin tight jaise unmein saari thakan bhari ho. Shubha ki moaning thodi aur tez ho gayi, nervousness aur arousal ka perfect mix.
Shubha (moaning softly):
"S-Soham… yeh... yeh sahi nahi hai..."
Lekin uske honton ne kuch aur kaha, uska jism kuch aur. Soham ne bra uthayi, uske nipples ko kiss karte hue woh bra uthakar seedha Sharad ki taraf fek diya.
Soham (with a sly grin):
"Sharad bhai… souvenir le jao."
Sharad ne bra ko hawa mein pakda, halka sa hansa. Uski aankhon mein shock nahi tha—bas pure enjoyment.
Soham ab Shubha ke nipples ko suck kar raha tha—ek baar left, ek baar right. Breastfeeding ke baad woh nipples thode aur sensitive ho gaye the, aur har suck ke saath Shubha ki moans aur deep ho rahi thi.
Uski kamar hil rahi thi, saree dhire-dhire niche girti ja rahi thi. She held Soham’s head tighter, ek taraf moaning... aur doosri taraf woh soch... “Woh dekh raha hai…”



Soham ab bhi Shubha ke soft, milk-heavy boobs ko suck kar raha tha—greedy lips, firm hands, jism ka har kone ab response de raha tha. Room mein sirf unki moaning aur lamp ke halki si buzz ki awaaz thi.
Tabhi... Sharad ne apni glass table pe rakhi drink khatam ki. Dheere se utha, aur aage badhkar jo cash table pe rakha tha, us par aur do bundle nikaal ke rakhe—fresh, crisp, tempting.
Sharad (calm, but heavy voice mein):
"Tumhare efforts ke liye bonus, Shubha ji… tum sirf informant nahi ho... ab toh entertainment bhi ban gayi ho."
Shubha ki nazar bundles pe gayi—woh kuch nahi boli, par uske gale ki movement ne dikhaya... uska andar kuch hila hai. Breath thoda fast hua, aur nipples already Soham ke suck se tight the, ab Sharad ke approach se aur stiff ho gaye.
Sharad ne pichhe se uska waist pakda, dheere se apne chest se uski bare back tak touch kiya. Ek second ke liye Shubha ka jism thoda stiff hua—par usne mana nahi kiya. Uska dupatta aur blouse pehle hi ja chuke the, aur saree kamar se dhalk rahi thi.
Sharad (thoda husky):
"Main sirf dekh raha tha… par ab lag raha hai... thoda mehsoos bhi kar loon."
Soham ne Shubha ke boobs chhod diye, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola:
Soham (teasing):
"Kya Shubha... bonus lena hai ya nahi?"
Shubha ne aankh uthayi, dono mardo ko dekha—ek saamne, ek pichhe. Ek husband jaisa close, doosra don jaisa dominant. Nervousness uski aankhon mein thi, lekin pareshani nahi... sirf adrenaline.
Shubha (thoda shaky, par seductive voice mein):
"Bonus lene ke liye... body bhi invest karni padti hai na?"
Sharad ne uska waist tight kiya, aur pichhe se uski saree kheench ke neeche gira di. Ab woh puri tarah semi-nude thi—sirf panties mein, dono mardon ke beech mein. Soham ne uska face pakda aur lips pe ek passionate kiss diya, jabki Sharad pichhe se uske hips ko caress kar raha tha.
Dono taraf se touch... dono taraf se desire.
Ek pal ke liye, Shubha Sharma nahi rahi. Woh bani... Mirzapur ki asli “deal closer.”




Shubha ab dono mardon ke beech thi—ek taraf Soham, jiska muh abhi bhi uske hard nipples ke taste se bhara tha… aur dusri taraf Sharad, jiska haath ab uske hips pe se slide karta hua thighs tak pahuch chuka tha.
Her saree completely pooled at her ankles, blouse gone, bra discarded like a forgotten temptation. Sirf ek sheer black panty—jo ab wet ho chuki thi.
Soham (growling softly):
"Tera taste... abhi bhi us doodh ka swaad hai, jo kisi aur ke liye tha..."
Usne ek baar phir nipple ko apne honton mein le liya, iss baar aur strong suction ke saath. Shubha ki body hil gayi—breastfeeding ke baad nipples sensitive ho chuke the, aur ab woh pleasure se thrill mein thi. Ek haath se uska dusra boob press kiya ja raha tha, milk ka halka stream nikal kar Soham ke lips tak pahucha.
Shubha (moaning, breathless):
"S-Soham… n-nahi… zyada mat… woh... doodh..."
Sharad (smirking, whispering in her ear):
"Doodh toh sabka hota hai, Shubha… par taste sirf khaas log lete hain."
Sharad ne ab pichhe se apne honton se uski gardan ko kiss kiya, aur haath uski panty ke upar se uski soaked heat ko feel karne lage. Woh panty ab sirf ek cloth piece thi—wet, thin, useless. Usne use side se khiska diya.
Shubha ab moaning kar rahi thi—ek nipple Soham ke muh mein, dusri taraf Sharad ka haath uske folds ke beech slide kar raha tha. Sharad ne ek finger andar insert ki, dheere se, testing her warmth. She gasped.
Shubha:
"Ohh… yeh… main... dono ke saath…"
Soham (looking up, intense):
"Aaj raat tu sirf apni nahi... ham dono ki hai."
Soham ne body thoda side ki, aur ab Sharad ne uske dusre boob ko apne honton mein le liya—aur jaise doodh ka taste usne pehli baar mehsoos kiya, woh ruk nahi saka. Strong sucks, warm milk, aur uske moans ek dusre mein ghul gaye.
Sharad (licking slowly):
"Uff… asli swaad toh yeh hai... Mirzapur ka asli mal."
Shubha ab dono ke beech mein completely consumed thi—ek taraf sucking, dusri taraf fingering, aur uski body ka har part ab respond kar raha tha. Her legs trembled, voice cracked with pleasure.
Shubha (moaning uncontrollably):
"M-main… aahh... aur nahi... please…"
Lekin yeh “please” na rukne ke liye tha, na mana karne ke liye. Yeh tha surrender ka signal.
Soham ne usse utha kar table par bitha diya, legs wide open, nipples still leaking slightly. Sharad ne panty puri tarah nikal di, uski thighs ko open rakha, aur dono ne ek dusre ko dekha—silent agreement.
Sharad:
"Ek raat. Ek aurat. Puri tarah."





Table ke upar bethi Shubha ka jism kaanp raha tha—na sirf thakan se, par uncontainable desire se. Saree ka ek tukda zameen pe gira tha, aur woh khud sirf apni thartharati skin mein, dono mardon ke beech mein uljhi hui thi.
Soham ne uski thighs aur wide ki, aur uske beech ke geele, gungune hisson pe nazar tik gayi. Uski chut thodi si open thi, pink and glistening with arousal. Har moan ke saath woh halki si spasm karti, jaise usse khud nahi pata ki uske andar kitni bhukh chhupi hai.
Soham (smirking):
“Tere lips se toh haan nahi nikli, par neeche se sab kuch keh diya tune…”
Usne apne lips uski inner thighs pe rakhe, aur dheere-dheere upar jaane laga. Shubha ke moan aur tez ho gaye jab uski chut par soham ka zubaan laga—ek lamba, wet lick, base se clit tak. Usne apni aankhein band kar li aur kamar hilayi. Woh pehli baar itne intense tareeke se kisi ke zubaan ka pressure feel kar rahi thi.
Shubha (breathless):
“Ohhh… Soham… yeh… yeh kaisa lag raha hai…”
Soham ne jawab nahi diya—sirf zubaan se uski chut ko taste karta raha, clit ko suck karta, kabhi teeth se halka nibble karta. Uske dono haath uski kamar pakad kar usse aur apni taraf kheench rahe the.
Us waqt, Sharad saamne aaya, apna belt kholta hua. Uski aankhon mein hunger thi—ek shaant, controlled, lekin wild hunger. Usne apna lund nikaala—hard, thick, aur already leaking.
Sharad (to Shubha):
“Tera muh ab mere liye hai.”
Shubha ne uski taraf dekha, phir soham ke zubaan ki warmth feel karte hue, thoda jhuki, aur sharad ka lund apne honton se pakad liya. Ek heavy moan uske gale mein daba, jab usne head ke upar se start kiya, soft kisses ke saath, phir dheere-dheere andar lena shuru kiya.
Ab scene fully synced tha—ek taraf Soham uski chut ko explore kar raha tha, doosri taraf Sharad uske muh mein apni throb hoti masculinity ko feel kar raha tha. Shubha dono ke beech mein helpless nahi thi… woh surrender kar rahi thi apne control ke saath.
Soham ne jab uski chut ko enough wet kar diya, usne upar uthkar Sharad ko aankhon se signal diya. Shubha ab heavy moaning ke beech mein thoda sa jhuki thi, her body was ready… trembling, but needy.
Sharad (panting):
“Tayyar ho na?”
Soham ne uske back se hold kiya, uske waist ko pakadkar dheere se apna lund uske wet slit ke beech slide kiya—warmth, resistance, aur phir... ek smooth glide. Ek long thrust mein, woh uske andar chala gaya.
Shubha ne scream ki—na dard ka, na regret ka… woh scream thi release ki.




Room ke andar hawa garam ho chuki thi. Sirf ek lamp ki roshni mein, teen jism ek dusre mein gundh chuke the—passion, power, aur pareshani ka perfect mix. Har corner mein unke movements ki awaaz gunj rahi thi—wet skin ki thap-thap, moaning ki echoes, aur heavy breathing ka jungle beat.
Shubha ab table ke edge par thi, Sharad uske andar pura ghusa hua, strong deep thrusts ke saath. Uske boobs hil rahe the har push ke saath, aur nipples ab tak dus baar se zyada chus chuke the—red, sore, aur ab bhi tempting.
Shubha (moaning loud):
“Ahhh… deeper, Sharad… haan… mujhe tod do… aur…”
Uske words khud usko shock kar rahe the. Woh kabhi soch bhi nahi sakti thi ki uske hothon se aise lafz nikalenge. Lekin body… body toh ab kisi aur ki thi.
Sharad ke lund ki har thrust uski chut ke andar ka har kona bhar raha tha, jisme ab friction ke saath uska own juice mix ho chuka tha. Soham side mein, uski moist fingers ko dekh raha tha… usne patience nahi rakha.
Soham (growling):
“Ab main... us mooh ka taste phir se chahta hoon.”
Usne Shubha ke hairs pakad kar uska face apne lund ke paas le aaya. Shubha ne bina resistance ke, still moaning, apna muh open kiya… aur Soham ka lund uske gale tak chala gaya.
Ab Shubha front se blowjob de rahi thi Soham ko, aur peeche se Sharad uske andar deep thrusts maar raha tha. Her whole body rocked with every double rhythm—ek thrust neeche, ek thrust gale mein.
Unki movements ki awaaz ab room mein goonj rahi thi: “thak...thak...slap...slurppp… aahhh… slapp…”
Har second mein woh close aati ja rahi thi—ek explosion ke kareeb, ek cliff ke edge par.
Sharad (panting, tight grip):
“Main… bas... main aa raha hoon…”
Shubha (trembling, overwhelmed):
“Mujhe bhi… main... main toot rahi hoon…”
Sharad ne ek final, powerful thrust diya—deepest. Aur ussi moment mein Shubha ka jism hil gaya, kamar ek tremble mein chali gayi, aur uski chut ne milk jaisa warm release kiya—ek intense climax, body shuddering, aankhon mein pani.
Soham ne uske gale ko thoda relax karte hue, apna load uske honton par finish kiya—thoda lips pe, thoda chin pe. Shubha ne aankhein band karke woh warmth feel ki.
Room mein kuch seconds tak sirf silence tha—sirf unki moans ka echo baaki tha.
Soham (breathing hard):
"Tum sirf ek raat ka part nahi thi… tum toh plan ka center ho."
Shubha (nazar jhuka kar, honton pe unke dono ke taste ke saath):
"Aur plan… kabhi kabhi badal bhi sakta hai."




Thakan se tooti, legs spread, aur body se har second me narmi aur garam thakan tapak rahi thi—Shubha ab farsh par leti thi. Uski chut se cum dheere-dheere bahar nikal raha tha, thighs ke beech ek sticky garmi failti ja rahi thi. Uska chehra bhi ussi safed liquid se bhara hua tha, hoth gile, aankhen thaki hui, par andar kahi ek ajeeb si shanti thi… ya shayad be-hissi.
Sharad ne apne kapde pehne, collar thoda set kiya aur ek aur cash ka bundle nikaala. Usne bina kuch bole woh bundle seedha Shubha ke nange seene pe fek diya. Currency ke note uske thartharate boobs aur geele pet par bikhar gaye.
Sharad (chhoti hansi ke saath):
"Yeh bhi ek alag level ka maza tha… ismein woh asli raw touch hai. Phir se aayenge... lekin guzar milne ke excuse ke saath."
Soham ne calmly apne shirt ke buttons band kiye, aur mirror mein ek baar apne reflection ko dekha. Uske chehre pe koi guilt nahi, sirf calculation thi.
Soham (dry tone mein):
"Iske pati ko cancer hai. Abhi hospital mein admit hai… yeh paisa chahiye use… aur humein yeh."
Sharad:
“Perfect combo... zarurat bhi, aur lachak bhi.”
Dono ne ek baar aur Shubha ko dekha—woh ab bhi farsh par thi, aankhen band, sansen tej, aur har jagah se leaked… lekin khud mein chup ho gayi thi.
Room ka darwaza khula, aur dono aadmi nikal gaye. Pehle whisky, phir game, ab silence.
Aur beech mein, ek aurat jo dost thi, maa thi, par ab… plan ka sabse shaktishaali hissa ban chuki thi.