Adultery My Sanskari Wife

[Joker44]

Pahaadi raat ke baad, subah ki dhup mein ek ajeeb si shanti thi. Lekin Neha ke andar sab kuch thoda ulta chal raha tha—body relaxed thi, lekin dil ka kaanp ab bhi ruk nahi raha tha.
Trek shuru ho chuka tha. Chaaro log ek patli si trail pe chal rahe the—ek taraf gehra khadda, doosri taraf pahaad ki seedhi chadhai. Air crisp thi, thodi thandi, lekin dhoop ne skin ko halka sa garam kiya hua tha.
Neha aage chal rahi thi—usne apna zip-up fleece pehna tha, lekin neeche se tight trekking pants aur ek lightweight kurta tha, jo hawa ke saath thoda ud raha tha. Uska mangalsutra uske neck pe tight tha, aur jab bhi dhoop padti thi us par, ek chamak aankhon ko chubh jaati thi. Us black and gold thread ka har ek moti jaise us raat ki yaadon ko gath kar rakha ho.
Varun aur Kartik dono uske aage-peeche chal rahe the. Varun kabhi kabhi intentionally close aata, uska bag lightly Neha ke hips se brush karta. Kabhi kabhi seedha uske shoulder ke paas se bolta—voice low, jaise har word secret ho.
“Waise bhabhi ji,” Varun ne thoda tezz chadhai mein halki saans lete hue kaha, “kal raat aapko dekh ke lag raha tha ki aap regular trekker nahi… performer ho.”
Neha ne sideways dekha—chehra normal rakha, par aankhon mein thodi kasak dikh gayi. Lips slightly parted, par jawaab nahi diya. Sirf neck jhuka li. Mangalsutra dhoop mein aur zyada chamak gaya.
Kartik ne peeche se add kiya, “Waise stamina toh boss-level tha. Matlab hum dono ne training chhod di. Ab Neha ma’am se sikhna padega.”
Varun hass ke bola, “Warm-up bhi perfect tha.”
Dono hase. Neha ka face red ho gaya—not from sun, but embarrassment and that tingling heat jo spine mein uth rahi thi. Usne bag ka strap tight kiya aur pace thoda badhaya.
Sahil kuch steps peeche chal raha tha. Uska chehra calm tha, aankhon mein usual soft glint, lips pe light smile. Jaise kuch suna hi nahi. Par Neha jaanti thi—wo sab observe kar raha tha. Uske har expression, har awkward pause, har aankh ka jhukna… sab kuch uske dimaag mein record ho raha tha.
Sahil ne ek moment mein kartik ke shoulder pe thappad maara, casual tone mein bola, “Chal be, Neha ko trek pe concentrate karne de. Warna fir se stamina test hoga.”
Teenon ne hassi mein cover kiya. Varun thoda peeche hua. Kartik ne aankh mari aur phir aage nikal gaya.
Neha ke pair chal rahe the, lekin uska mann... har kadam pe peeche mud kar us chadar ke neeche chala jaata tha. Aur har baar jab hawa uska kurta hilaati, aur mangalsutra uski chest pe chamakta… usse yaad dilata tha—wo ab bhi ek pativrata patni hai. Lekin sirf naam se.
Trail ab aur bhi patla ho gaya tha. Aage ek cliff viewpoint aane wala tha.
Aur Neha jaanti thi—iss trek ka manzil sirf pahad nahi tha.
Kuch aur bhi tha… jo aur tootne wala tha. Ya aur khulne wala tha.







Trail ka turn ab ek narrow rock edge par aagaya tha. Neeche valley thi—fog se bhari, aur upar se sunlight uss fog ko golden bana rahi thi. Har kadam pe lag raha tha jaise nature bhi sab kuch chhupana chaahta ho… ya phir spotlight daal raha ho Neha ke guilt pe.
Neha thodi aage thi, par uski halat uss dhoop mein chamakte mangalsutra jaisi thi—bahar se shaant, andar se tapta hua.
Peeche se Varun phir close aaya. Itna close ke uske saans Neha ke kaan ke paas mehsoos hui. Uski awaaz soft thi, lekin direct.
“Kal raat... tumne mujhe pagal kar diya.”
Neha ne ek sharp breath li. Usne dekha nahi, bas aage dekhte hue kadam aur steady kiya.
“Tum jab cum ki thi…” Varun ne dheere se kaha, “tumhari kamar ka wo hilna… bhagwan kasam… main zindagi bhar bhool nahi sakta.”
Neha ka haath reflex mein uske mangalsutra tak gaya, usne usse ungliyon se chhoo kar pakda—jaise kuch yaad dila rahi ho khud ko.
Tum kisi ki patni ho. Tumhari ek maryada hai.
Par Varun ke lafz uske seedhe andar tak ja rahe the.
Kartik side se aaya, paani ka bottle uske haath mein diya, thoda teasing smile ke saath—
“Piyo bhabhi, hydration zaroori hai. Aap jaisi wild trekker ko toh double energy chahiye.”
Neha ne bottle le li. Halki si smile bhi di.
Par uski aankhon mein wo dard tha jo kisi ne properly notice nahi kiya.
Sahil sab dekh raha tha. Pehle se thoda aage tha.
Ek chhoti si jagah pe ruk ke view dekh raha tha, jaise kuch bhi unusual nahi ho raha.
Usne peeche mudh ke dekha. Neha ke lips pe forced calm tha.
Uska mangalsutra tab bhi chamak raha tha… lekin is baar Sahil ki aankhon mein uski taraf dekhte waqt ek aur chamak thi—jaise wo dard ke peeche kuch aur samajh raha ho.
Wo Neha ke paas aaya, uske shoulder ko lightly touch kiya.
“Thak gayi?”
Neha ne halki si aankhen jhukai.
“Thoda…”
Sahil ne neck ke paas uska mangalsutra ko dekha, uska finger softly us moti pe rakha…
Aur sirf itna bola—
“Kabhi kabhi, ek patni hone ka matlab sirf ek tag nahi hota.”
Neha ne turant uski taraf dekha. Aankhon mein jhalak—shock, guilt, aur ek ajnabee si bechaini.
Par Sahil ne kuch aur nahi kaha.
Sirf turn hua, aur aage chal diya.
Neha wahin khadi reh gayi…
Peeche Varun aur Kartik the—dono ab bhi flirting zone mein.
Aur uske saamne—Sahil tha, jiska silence ab sabse gehra sawal ban chuka tha.
Us trail ke uss mod pe… Neha ne mehsoos kiya ki uska mangalsutra sirf ek ornament nahi tha.
Ab wo ek jang ka trophy bhi tha.
Aur wo trophy… sabke haath se chhoo chuki thi.




Nightfall again.
Pahaadon ki hawa mein wo shaanti thi jo sirf andheron ke baad aati hai, par us shaanti ke andar ek unsuni tension chhupi hui thi. Campfire bujh chuka tha, dinner khatam ho gaya tha, aur ek baar phir wohi tent, wohi chaar log… lekin dynamics badal chuke the.
Neha aaj raat bilkul alag thi.
Pehle jaisi awkwardness ya nervousness nahi thi… na flirting ka response.
Uske har movement mein ek controlled grace, ek conscious devotion thi—wife mode, on.
Tent mein sab settle ho rahe the.
Kartik ne casually ek bottle nikali.
Kartik: “Thodi si rum toh banti hai, itni thand mein!”
Sahil: (half smiling) “Bas thoda, taste ke liye.”
Neha ne turant Sahil ka haath pakda.
Neha: “Please, aaj mat lo. Tum thake ho… aur… main chahti hoon tum poora rest karo. Kal ka trek tough hoga.”
Neha ki aawaz mein softness thi… par ek narmi bhari authority bhi.
Sahil ne uski aankhon mein dekha—jo raaton ke guilt se bhari thi, lekin iss waqt sirf ek devoted biwi ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
Sahil: “Theek hai. Tum keh rahi ho toh nahi lunga.”
Varun ne side se aankh maari.
Varun: “Bhabhi ka effect dikh raha hai. Pehle toh bhai full bottle ke supporter the.”
Neha: (side glance dete hue) “Kuch cheezein badal jaati hain…”
Kartik ne halka sa hansa, lekin usme ek hint of awkwardness tha.
Woh feel kar raha tha ki Neha ab koi aur mood mein hai.
Varun chup raha, lekin uski aankhon mein wo silent reading chal rahi thi—jaise wo samajh gaya ho ki Neha ki loyalty ka shield wapas aa gaya hai.
Sab apne sleeping bags mein ghus gaye.
Is baar, Neha ne khud corner choose kiya.
Sahil middle mein tha, aur Kartik aur Varun uske baaju mein.
Neha ne chadar set ki, aur jaise hi light off hui, usne Sahil ke kandhe pe halka sa haath rakha.
Neha: “Aaj main tumhare kareeb hoon. Aur main chahti hoon… tum mujhe mehsoos karo.”
Sahil ne uski taraf dekha.
Bina kuch bole sirf uska haath pakad liya.
Woh touch seedha dil tak gaya.
Varun ne peeche se halki awaaz mein kaha—
Varun: “Sweet couple moment. Camp ke lovebirds.”
Neha ne aankhen band kar ke bas softly smile kiya.
Aaj uske andar koi daring ya wanting nahi thi…
Sirf ek urge thi ki Sahil use wapas dekh le—na sirf apni biwi ke roop mein, balki sirf uski Neha ke roop mein.
Tent mein silence chh gaya…
Bas ek chhupi si warmth thi,
Jo Neha ke mangalsutra se nikal ke Sahil ke dil tak ja rahi thi.
Aur pehli baar…
Neha ko laga… shayad main sambhal sakti hoon.
Shayad, main wapas uski ho sakti hoon.

Raat ka woh mod… jahan sab normal lag raha tha, suddenly ek twist ne sab kuch ulta kar diya.

Tent mein lights off thi, lekin Neha ko neend nahi aayi. Sahil ka haath uske haath mein tha, aur uska thoda warmth Neha ke guilt ko kam kar raha tha. Tabhi, Sahil ne karahna shuru kiya—pehle dheere, fir zor se.
“Uhh... Neha… pet mein dard ho raha hai… kuch ulti si aa rahi hai…”
Neha panic mein aa gayi.
“Sahil?! Kya hua? Tum theek ho?”
Usne turant chadar hatai, Sahil ko thoda uthaya.
Sahil ka face pale ho raha tha, saans tez, aur uski aankhon mein discomfort clearly dikhaayi de raha tha.
Tabhi Varun uth kar aaya.
Thoda calm, confident tone mein bola,
“Relax bhabhi ji. Mere bag mein kuch painkillers aur digestive hain. Trekker hoon, sab carry karta hoon. Ye lo.”
Usne ek strip nikali aur ek tablet diya.
Neha ne bina soche us pill ko Sahil ke liye le liya, paani diya, aur Sahil ne woh gulp kar li.
Kuch hi der mein… Sahil so gaya.
Deep. Still. Almost too still.
Neha ne uska forehead touch kiya—thoda sweat tha, par saans regular ho gayi thi.
Uska body relaxed lag raha tha.
Neha ke shoulders dhheere se gir gaye.
Usne saans chhodi.
“Thank god… ab theek lag raha hai. Tum dono ne bacha liya usse.”
Varun aur Kartik thoda paas aake baithe.
Ek dusre ki taraf dekha.
Aur phir… halki si hansi.
Neha: (thoda confused) “Kya hua? Hasse kyun?”
Kartik: (smirking) “Arre baby… relax, tension mat lo…
woh sleeping pills thi. Pet dard ka nahi, full shutdown ka kaam karta hai.”
Neha ne ekdum se shock mein Kartik ki taraf dekha.
“Kya?! Tumne mujhe painkiller kaha tha—woh to…”
Varun: “Arre bhabhi, tension mat lo.
Ek raat ka chain hi to diya hai aapko.
Aur bhaiya ko… sweet sapne.”
Uska tone playful tha, par aankhon mein wo same dark charm.
Neha ka chehra pale ho gaya.
Uska haath still Sahil ke chest pe tha—jo ab deep sleep mein tha.
Ek taraf relief, dusri taraf ek dar jaise body mein phir se race kar gaya.
Kartik thoda aur close aaya,
“Aap ab bilkul free hain… ek raat ka break toh deserved hota hai, hai na?”
Neha ki aankhon mein guilt ke saath saath wo bichli raaton ka yaad laut aaya—uski kamar ka wo hilna, lips ka uska scream, aur Varun-Kartik ke beech uska poora tootna.
Aur ab… wohi log uske saamne the.
Sahil… so chuka tha.
Aur tent mein… phir se wahi hawa bhar rahi thi.

Jaise hi Kartik aur Varun ne Sahil ko quietly ek side mein shift kiya, Neha ne thodi si uneasy movement ki. Uski aankhon mein ek silent fear tha, lekin chehre par ek mask of resignation bhi.
Neha: "Ye galat hai... main chilla sakti hoon. Yahan bahut log hain."
Varun: (thoda gusse mein) "Achha? Chillaogi? Toh suno, paas wale tent mein mere chaar dost aur hain. Agar tumne awaaz uthayi, toh mujhe unko bulana padega. Aur phir, soch lo... kya behtar hoga tumhare liye."
Neha ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski aankhen bhar aayi, aansuon se, dar se, aur shayad kuch resign se. Usne apne aas-paas dekha, raat ka andhera aur tent ka isolation uske against conspiracy kar rahe the. Phir, usne ek gehri saans li, aur apni kismat ko silently accept karte hue, sirf haan mein sir hila diya. Uska resistance, jaise dhire dhire melt ho gaya tha.
Kartik: (muskurate hue) "Smart choice, bhabhi. Relax, enjoy karo... hum tumhe special feel karayenge."
Dono ne phir se approach kiya, Neha ke beech mein position le li, aur unka behavior pehle se zyada bold aur assertive ho gaya. Neha, trapped and powerless, bas chupchap leti rahi, aankhen band karke, har touch ko absorb karte hue, jaise koi bura sapna dekh rahi ho jo khatam hi nahi ho raha.

Dono Neha ke dono taraf baith gaye—ek taraf Kartik, doosri taraf Varun. Neha bilkul shant thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi, jaise sab kuch seh rahi ho, par andar kuchh to toofani chal raha ho.
Kartik uski taraf jhuk ke bola, "Baby... fir kya kya karein tumhare saath?"
Neha ne thandi awaaz mein kaha, "Jo bhi karna hai, jaldi khatam karo."
Varun hansi chhupate hue uske kapde dheere se utarne laga—wo garam shawl jaisa outer layer, jisme wo lipti thi, usne utar diya. Andar Neha ne ek blue color ka sleeveless one-piece pehna tha, dotted print mein. Uska neckline thoda deep tha, jisme se uska mangalsutra uske cleavage ke beech mein chamak raha tha—ek sansani macha dene wala nazara.
Uske clean, fair armpits dikh rahe the, jise dekh kar Varun ka fetish jag gaya. Usne dheere se bola, “You know I’ve always had a thing for armpits... let me taste some.”
Usne Neha ka haath upar uthwaya aur uski bagal mein apni jeeb ghuma di. Neha ka jism halkasa jhanjhanaya, jaise ek halki gudgudi se uske andar koi leher uthti ho. Uska expression change hua—shant se thoda sensuous mein badalne laga.
Ye dekh kar Kartik bhi control mein nahi raha. Usne Neha ke doosre side se approach kiya aur uski doosri armpit par apni jeeb rakh di—ab dono uske bagal se uske jism mein bijliyaan daal rahe the.
Neha ka saans tez hone laga. Uske honton par ab ek halki si kanak si muskaan thi—ek silent approval jaise wo keh rahi ho, "Haan, karo... par khatm jaldi karo."





Tent ke andar ka mahaul gungunaa raha tha, lekin hawa mein ek tension thi—ek chingari jo kabhi bhi shola ban sakti thi. Neha ab bhi beech mein thi, uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi—shararat aur kasak ka mix. Kartik aur Varun dono us par jhuke hue the, jaise apni haqdari likhne wale ho.
Kartik ne uska one-piece ka strap kheench ke bola, “Ye kapda beech ka hai baby… mujhe nahi chahiye kuchh bich mein.”
Dheere nahi, usne ek jhatke mein strap kheench kar uska dress neeche gira diya. Neha ke seene ke upar ka portion bilkul nanga ho chuka tha—sirf bra ka support tha, lekin Varun ne usse bhi dekhte hi bola, “No mercy tonight.” Aur usne uski bra ke hook khol diye—wo khul kar uski god mein gir gayi jaise koi haar maan gaya ho.
Neha ka jism halkasa kaanp raha tha, thandi hawa aur dono ke touch se. Uski nipples tight ho chuki thi, jaise har ek touch ki pyaas liye ho. Kartik ne uski nipple par apni jeeb ghumaayi, aur Varun ne dusre breast ko mooh mein le liya. Tent ke andar halki si suck karne ki awazen gungunane lagi thi.
Neha se ek halki si siskari nikal gayi—“uhhh… haan… thoda aur….”
Tent ke corner mein Sahil gehri neend mein so raha tha. Uski saans bhi ek rhythm mein chal rahi thi. Neha ki aankhen ek pal ke liye uski taraf gayi—ek choti si chinta ki lehar jaise dil mein uthi, par fir Kartik ne uske thighs par haath rakha, aur uski attention wapas le aayi.
“Chhod usse, baby… aaj tu hamari hai,” Varun ne uske kaan mein kahke uski panty ke elastic ko kheech kar snap kiya.
“Aahhh…” Neha ke mooh se zor ki aawaz nikli, lekin turant usne apna mooh daba liya—Sahil jaag na jaaye. Ye dar hi uske pleasure ko aur tez kar raha tha.
Kartik ne uski panty neeche khiska di, aur uske hips pakad kar bola, “You smell like sin, Neha.”
Tent mein ab sirf unki moaning, skin-on-skin contact ki awazen aur halki si cloth-rustling ki aahat thi. Neha kabhi kabhi Sahil ki taraf dekhti thi—woh ab bhi so raha tha, aur Neha usi waqt dono ke beech mein jhukti ja rahi thi… ek taraf mohabbat thi, doosri taraf junoon.





Neha ab almost semi-nude thi. Uska blue one-piece poori tarah kamar tak khisak chuka tha, bra already unhook ho chuki thi. Uska soft fair skin tent ki halki light mein aur bhi nikhra hua lag raha tha. Uske boobs full aur round the—almost 34D size—bilkul tight aur natural. Jaise kisi ne perfectly banaye ho.
Nipples thande hawa se aur dono ke touch se fully erect ho chuke the—light pink color ke, thode se bade aur perfectly centered. Varun ne haath se ek breast ko pakad ke dheere se press kiya, aur bola, "Damn, kitne tight hain… bilkul jaise dream girl ho tu."
Kartik ne dusra breast pakad ke uski nipple ko anguli se roll kiya, fir dheere se pinch kiya. Neha ke mooh se ek halki si moan nikal gayi, “uhhh… haan…”
Varun ne apna mooh uske breast pe rakha aur chaatna shuru kiya, nipple ke around circular motion mein jeeb ghuma raha tha. Kartik ne dusre breast ko mouth mein le liya, aur gently suck karte hue tongue se uski nipple ko tease karne laga.
Neha ka jism kaanp raha tha, uske haath kabhi bed sheet ko pakad lete, kabhi Kartik ke baal. Uski kamar halki si uth rahi thi, jaise har suck aur pinch ke saath wo aur control lose kar rahi ho.
"Don’t stop… please," usne dheere se kaha, aankhen band karke, lekin uski nazar kabhi kabhi jaake Sahil pe padti thi—jo tent ke kone mein ab bhi so raha tha, bilkul unwaware ki uski biwi dusre mardon ke haath mein apne seene se sukoon dila rahi hai.



Varun dheere-dheere neha ke pairon ke paas jhuk gaya. Usne uska one-piece aur neeche kheench diya, taaki uski thighs poori tarah expose ho jayein. Neha ki smooth, milky white tange tent ke soft light mein aur bhi tempting lag rahi thi.
Varun ne uske pair dhire se failaye… aur beech mein uski white panty nazar aayi—jo ab halki si wet ho chuki thi. Wo wet patch dekh kar Varun ke honton pe ek teasing si muskaan aa gayi.
"Already itni ready ho?" usne husky awaaz mein kaha, aur fir bina rukhe, uski panty ke upar se gently rub karne laga—dheere-dheere, circular motion mein.
Neha ne apni aankhen band kar li, mooh se ek halki si siskari nikal gayi, "uhhh… Varun…"
Jaise-jaise Varun ka finger pressure badhta gaya, uski panty aur zyada wet hoti gayi. Uske sensitive spot pe touch se Neha ki kamar hilne lagi thi, jaise wo apne aap ko control nahi kar paa rahi ho.
Upar Kartik ab bhi Neha ke boobs chus raha tha—kabhi ek ko apne mooh mein lekar suck karta, kabhi dusre ko gently bite karta. Uski jeeb uski nipples ke around spin ho rahi thi, aur haath uske curves ko press karte ja rahe the.
Fir usne Neha ke mooh ke paas jaake ek deep kiss le liya—passionate aur wet. Dono ke hont chipak gaye the. Fir Kartik ne apni jeeb uske mooh ke andar daali, aur Neha ne bhi uski jeeb ko apni jeeb se lock kar liya. Ab dono ki jeeben ek dusre ko explore kar rahi thi—tongue to tongue licking, moaning ke saath.
Tent ke andar sirf skin ki rustling, deep moans aur wet kisses ki awaaz thi. Neha ka jism ab poora response de raha tha—upar se leke neeche tak, wo dono mardon ke touch mein ghul chuki thi.




Jab Kartik Neha ko passionate kiss mein bandh raha tha—uski jeeb uske mooh mein deep jaake dance kar rahi thi—tabhi neeche Varun ne dheere se uski wet panty ko puri tarah utar diya. Ab Neha poori tarah exposed thi—uski chut bilkul open, soft aur halki trimmed thi, lekin sabse zyada noticeable tha uska wetness.
Wo jagah itni zyada soaked thi ki halka sa touch bhi slippery lag raha tha. Varun ne uske soft folds ko dekha—glossy and wet with her desire. Usne halka sa smile kiya, jaise wo scene ka king ho.
Fir usne apni ek ungli dheere se andar daali—Neha ki chut ne turant us ungli ko soak kar liya. Neha ne kiss ke beech mein hi ek zabardast moan nikal diya, “uhhh… Kartik…” aur Kartik ko tightly hug kar liya, uski chest se chipak gayi, jaise pleasure se jhoom rahi ho.
Varun ne halka sa hans ke kaha, “Bas ek se kaam nahi chalega,” aur fir usne apni doosri ungli bhi dheere se daali. Ab dono ungliyaan uske andar bahar ho rahi thi—slow thrust, firm motion.
Neha ka lower body ab khud control lose kar rahi thi. Uska bottom aage-peeche move ho raha tha, hips uth uth kar Varun ki ungliyon ko aur andar chah raha tha. Uska jism kaanp raha tha—ek ajeeb si taqat aur pyaas thi uske andar.
Upar Kartik uske neck aur collarbone ko kiss kar raha tha, aur neeche Varun uski chut ke har sensitive point ko explore kar raha tha.
Neha ke mooh se ab sirf moans nikal rahe the—kabhi halki si cheekhi, kabhi deep breath. Tent ke andar ka mahaul ab sirf lust ka tha—ek silent zone jahan sirf unke jism bol rahe the.

Varun ki dono ungliyaan ab steady rhythm mein andar-bahar ho rahi thi—deep, slow thrusts, kabhi kabhi circular motion mein, jaise har nerve ko jagaa raha ho. Neha ka bottom ab uncontrollably hil raha tha, hips uth uth ke aur pressure le rahe the.
Uski chut se ab halki se wet sounds nikal rahi thi—chupp… chupp…—jo tent ke silent raat mein aur bhi bold lag rahi thi.
Neha ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Mooh se nikalti thi, "haa… uh… ohhh Varun… stop nahi karna…"
Varun ne ek pal ko ungliyaan bahar nikaali, aur uski chut ke saamne mooh le gaya. Uski jeeb dheere se Neha ke folds par touch hui, fir poori tarah andar ghus gayi. Ek hot, wet lick ne Neha ke jism mein current sa daal diya.
"Aaahhh… god… Varun…!" Neha almost chilla gayi thi, lekin mooh daba liya Kartik ke chest pe, jise usne ab tightly pakad liya tha.
Varun ne uski chut ko explore karna shuru kiya—tongue deep andar le jaake, kabhi clit ko suck karke, kabhi full slit ke across lick karke. Uski jeeb ka rhythm almost orgasmic tha.
Kartik ne uska face pakad ke fir se kiss kiya—deep, open-mouth kiss—andar tongue to tongue movement. Fir usne puchha, "Kaisa lag raha hai, baby?"
Neha ne sirf ek word kaha, "Insane…"
Kartik ne uski body ke neeche jhuk ke bola, “Mujhe bhi taste chahiye…”
Aur bina rukhe, usne bhi Neha ke legs open kiye, Varun ke side se shift hoke uski chut ke upar jeeb rakh di.
Ab dono ek saath usse taste kar rahe the—Varun clit lick kar raha tha, aur Kartik tongue andar ghusa ke Neha ka juice suck kar raha tha. Dono ek dusre ke touch se excited ho rahe the, aur Neha ka taste dono ko crazy kar raha tha.
"Amazing… she tastes sweet… creamy… ufff…" Kartik ne kaha.
Neha ab fully lose ho chuki thi. Uska jism hil raha tha uncontrollably, hips uth uth kar jeeb ko aur andar le ja raha tha. Fir ek dum se uska body tight ho gaya… mooh se ek lambi si scream nikli, "Ahhhhhh… I’m cumming…!"
Uski chut se warm, sticky liquid nikal ke dono ke honton tak aa gaya… aur dono ne bina rukhe wo sab taste kiya, ek dusre ke honton tak se lick kiya. Neha ka poora jism ab relaxed ho chuka tha, heartbeat high thi, chest upar neeche ho raha tha.
Tent mein ab sirf unki saansein aur satisfaction ki thakan thi.


Dono ab khade the—fully undressed, ready, and throbbing with desire. Neha ne aankhon se unke lund dekhe… dono kaafi bade aur hard the. Uske liye yeh sab pehli baar tha—Sahil ka lund tak usne kabhi mooh mein nahi liya tha, lekin aaj… aaj kuch alag tha. Kuch raw, kuch irresistible.
Varun ne uske baal halka se pakad kar bola, “Neha… thoda thandak de mujhe… jaldi.”
Neha ne halki si najar Sahil ke taraf daali—wo ab bhi tent ke kone mein gehri neend mein tha.
Phir usne aankhen bandh ki, aur dheere se Varun ke lund par apne hothon ko rakha. Pehle ek halki kiss… fir tip ko jeeb se touch kiya. Thoda taste aaya—salty, musky… lekin kuch ajeeb se addictive. Dheere-dheere usne apna mooh open kiya… aur Varun ka lund andar le liya.
Varun ka moan nikla, “F**k… that’s hot…”
Neha ab ice cream ki tarah use chaat rahi thi—poori attention ke saath… jeeb se poora lund lick karti, fir deep suck, kabhi balls tak jeeb le jaake tease karti thi.
Upar se Kartik dekh raha tha, control lose kar raha tha. “Mujhe bhi chahiye us wet mooh ka maza…”
Neha ne Varun ka lund se mooh hata ke Kartik ki taraf dekha, uska bhi lund now throbbing and wet at the tip.
Usne bina kuch bole Kartik ka lund apne mooh mein le liya—pehle thoda shallow, fir thoda aur deep. Kartik ke haath uske baalon mein ghus gaye, guiding her rhythm. Neha ka mooh ab fully active tha—wet, warm, and welcoming.
Thodi der baad, Varun phir paas aaya. “Let’s see how you handle both…”
Neha ne aankhen wide kholi… dono uske samne khade the, apne lund uske mooh ke paas le aaye.
Pehle Kartik ka… fir Varun ka… ab dono ek saath tip se andar ja rahe the—thoda left, thoda right, kabhi ek deep push, kabhi slow slide. Neha ka mooh ab full ho chuka tha—saliva drip kar raha tha lips ke kinare se… but uski aankhon mein koi sharam nahi thi… sirf junoon.
Tent ke andar ab halki moaning, slurping, aur body movement ki aawazen thi. Neha ka mooh dono ke lund taste kar raha tha—alternating, sucking, licking with full heat.
Unka har thrust uske lips ko stretch kar raha tha, lekin Neha hold kar rahi thi—apni pehli oral experience ko unforgettable banate hue.







Tent ke corner mein Sahil ka body bilkul relaxed tha—jaise gehri neend mein ho. Lekin uski aankhen andar se khuli hui thi… vo sab dekh raha tha. Neha ka pehla kiss, pehla mooh mein lund lena, dono mardon ke saath uska bold hona—ek ek moment uske saamne live chal raha tha.
Usne pehle hi ek chhoti si neend ki goli li thi… bas acting kar raha tha. Jab usne dekha ki Neha aur Kartik tent ke andar aaye hain, uska dil zor se dhadakne laga tha… lekin curiosity mein chup raha. Fir Varun bhi aaya… aur phir uske saamne ka tamasha shuru ho gaya.
Sahil ne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki uski Neha, jo hamesha sharmili si rehti thi, aaj itni wild ban jayegi. Uska ek-ek movement—mooh se slurp karna, dono ke lund taste karna, saliva drip hona—sab kuch Sahil ke liye ek naya shock tha… lekin ek aisa shock jo use turn-on kar raha tha.
Uske andar kuchh jal gaya tha—nafrat nahi… lekin ek ajeeb si possessive desire.
"Yeh meri Neha hai… aur aaj vo kisi aur ke mooh mein lund le rahi hai… bina sharam, bina rukawat."
Uska lund ab uske boxer ke andar tight ho raha tha… vo haath maar ke hilane ka mann kar raha tha… lekin usne control kiya. Usne sirf dekha… har angle, har touch, har moan… jaise vo sab feel kar raha ho apne jism mein.
Uski aankhon ke saamne Neha ab dono ke beech mein thi—kabhi Kartik ka deep suck, kabhi Varun ke balls tak jeeb… aur uska expression—pura surrender. Sahil ne pehli baar use us form mein dekha… wild, wanting, aur unstoppable.
"Main sochta tha main use samajhta hoon… par vo to kuch aur hi nikli…" Sahil ne socha, uski aankhon mein ab ek nayi intensity thi.