Adultery My Sanskari Wife

[Joker44]

Tent ke andar ab hawaa bhi garam ho chuki thi… lust ka mahaul itna gehra tha ki kisi ko bhi kuchh aur mehsoos nahi ho raha tha. Kartik ab bhi Neha ke mooh mein apna lund andar-bahar kar raha tha, aur Neha poori tarah involve thi—eyes half-closed, jeeb se slow licking, lips tightly wrapped.
Tabhi Varun ne apna lund uske mooh se nikaala, uske baalon ko ek baar softly stroke kiya, aur fir dheere se uski kamar pakad ke bola, “Ab neeche…”
Neha samajh gayi… vo bed pe jhuki—doggy style mein aayi, kamar uthai, aur apni tange faila di. Uski chut poori tarah wet thi, thodi si throbbing bhi—ready for him. Varun ne apna lund uske entrance pe rakha, aur thoda rub karne ke baad ek slow push mein andar daal diya.
“Aaahhh…,” Neha ne moan kiya, Kartik ke lund ke around muffled sound mein, kyunki ab bhi uska mooh uske lund mein tha.
Varun ka lund dheere se andar gaya, lekin Neha ki chut itni tight thi ki use clearly feel ho raha tha—andar jese kheech rahi ho, har inch absorb kar rahi ho.
Varun ne pehle kuch slow thrust kiye… lekin fir speed badha di.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
Tent mein ab uski hips se lagti thokar ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Har thrust mein Neha aage jhukti thi, lekin Varun fir uske hips kheench leta.
Neha ke mooh se ab heavy moans nikal rahe the—“Uhh… uhhh… aur… aur… don’t stop…!”
Uska body ab control mein nahi tha—ek lund uske mooh mein, doosra chut mein… aur dono taraf se wo fully taken thi.
Upar se Kartik uske sir ke baalon ko pakad ke deep thrust de raha tha—uski jeeb kabhi lund ke tip ko chaatti, kabhi throat tak le jaake choke jaati thi. Har baar uske honton se saliva drip hota, jo uske seene tak behta jaa raha tha.
Tent ke corner mein… Sahil ab bhi chup tha. Lekin uska lund ab haath mein tha. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha, aankhen Neha par tiki thi—uski biwi, kisi aur ke lund par moaning, enjoy karte hue, control lose karti hui…
Aur uska jism bhi ab control kho raha tha.




Varun ab Neha ki chut mein full rhythm se thrust kar raha tha—deep, hard strokes, har bar uske andar tak jake uski tight walls ko stretch karte hue. Kartik ka lund ab bhi uske mooh mein tha, aur Neha usse poori tarah suck kar rahi thi, jaise apni poori bhook usmein utaar rahi ho.
Neha ka jism ab hil raha tha, uski kamar har thrust ke saath jhatakti thi, aur uski moaning ab control ke bahar thi—muffled yet raw.
"Ahhh… Varun… I… I can’t…!"
Uski saansein tez thi, hoth gile, aur aankhon mein sirf ecstasy.
Varun ne uski kamar ko aur tight pakad ke ek hard thrust diya, aur wahi ek thrust Neha ke jism ke andar kuch tod gaya…
Ek explosion jaise feel hua.
"Aaaaahhhh…!"
Neha ne Kartik ke lund se mooh hata ke zor se cheekha, uska body shake karne laga, hips uncontrollably uth rahe the…
She was cumming. Hard. Deep.
Uski chut se warm liquid nikal kar Varun ke lund ko soak kar gaya. Puri body tight ho gayi thi, har muscle tensed, aur tent ke andar sirf uske moan ki goonj thi.
Varun thoda ruka… thoda amazed… “Damn… tum to flood le aayi ho…”
Kartik ne hansi mein kaha, “Time to switch… mujhe bhi taste karna hai.”
Neha ab thodi exhausted thi, lekin uske honton pe ab bhi ek lazy, lustful smile thi. Kartik ne usse seedha kiya, uske thighs pakad ke khud niche aaya, aur bina waqt waste kiye, apna lund uski soaked chut ke saamne rakha.
Varun ne meanwhile uske mooh ke paas aake apna lund rub kiya—ab jagah badal chuki thi.
Neha ab dubara ready thi—ek nayi rhythm ke saath. Ab Kartik uski chut mein tha… aur Varun uske mooh mein.
Dono ne apni jagah le li… fir se action start ho gaya. Tent mein phir se thap-thap, slurp-slurp, moaning, and intense heat.
Aur corner mein Sahil… ab aur bhi shock mein tha.
Uski Neha ab un dono ke beech mein thi—ek orgasm peeche, ek aur aage.





Kuch moments baad jab rhythm peak par thi, achanak Varun ne apna motion slow kiya aur fir ruk gaya. Neha ne halki si confusion ke saath peeche mud ke dekha, “Kya hua…?”
Varun ne uske hips ko softly pakad ke kaha, “I want to try something new today…”
Usne Neha ki back thodi aur jhukaayi, aur apni ungli se uski gand ke chhed ko halki si sehlana shuru kiya. Jaise hi thoda pressure diya, Neha ka jism thoda tense ho gaya. Usne ghabra kar kaha, "Nahi… ye maine kabhi nahi kiya… rehne do please."
Varun ne smile ke saath uske peeth par soft kiss kiya aur bola, “Har cheez ka ek din hota hai baby… aur aaj tumhara wo din hai. Trust me… just enjoy.”
Uski ungli fir se waha gayi—aur is baar thoda pressure ke saath, usne dheere se andar daala. Neha ka mooh khula ka khula reh gaya, ek halki si si seeti jaise nikal gayi—"Ahhh… it’s tight…"
“Exactly,” Varun ne halka sa hansa. Us jagah ka natural tightness use aur turn-on kar raha tha.
Usne ek chhoti bottle nikali, thoda sa lube apni ungli par dala, aur fir uski gand ke chhed par lagaya. Ungli ab smoothly andar gayi, dheere-dheere motion mein andar-bahar hone lagi.
Neha ab fully exposed thi—chut ab free thi, lekin gand mein Varun ki lubed ungli ka feel kuch alag tha.
Wo confused si pleasure mein thi—thoda tension, thoda guilt, aur bahut zyada sensation.
"Yeh kaisa feel ho raha hai Neha…?" Varun ne puchha, uski gand ke andar fir ek aur deep glide karte hue.
Neha ne aankhen band karke moan kiya, “It’s strange… lekin… hot.”
Uska jism ab double sensation mein hil raha tha—ek jagah khaali, doosri jagah tight filled. Har baar jab ungli andar jati thi, uski kamar thoda jump karti thi.
Kartik ab bhi uski neck aur breast pe soft kisses de raha tha, uska body calm karte hue, jabki Varun uski limits push kar raha tha.
Neha ab ek aise zone mein thi jahan pleasure aur shock mix ho chuka tha—ek hi waqt mein guilt bhi, aur madness bhi.


Kartik ab neeche lete hue apna lund Neha ke liye set kar chuka tha. Usne Neha ka haath pakad ke apne upar kheench liya. Neha ne thoda balance banaya, fir dhire se apne hips neeche kiye… aur uski chut mein Kartik ka lund poora andar chala gaya.
“Aahhh…” Neha ne moan kiya—uske andar ab phir se ek bharapan aa gaya tha.
Usi waqt peechhe se Varun ne apna haath uske hips pe rakha. “Bas ek aur jagah baaki hai baby,” usne tease karte hue kaha. Fir usne apna mota lund Neha ki gand ke upar rakha—already lubed and ready. Ek soft rub diya, tip ko dheere se uske chhed pe press kiya.
Neha ne mooh se ek halki si siskari nikali, “Uh… Varun… slow…”
Tip andar gaya… Neha ka jism tight ho gaya. Usne aankhen jor se band kar li, thoda pain tha, par kuch ajeeb sa nasha bhi.
Tabhi Varun ne ek aur push diya—aur pura lund andar ghus gaya.
“Uhhh—ahhh…!” Neha ne cheekh di, mooh open kar diya, aankhon ke kone se paani nikal aaya. Uska jism ab dono taraf se full tha—chut mein Kartik ka hard lund… aur gand mein Varun ka mota lund.
Ek pal ke liye usne bass gehri saans li… fir dheere-dheere pain pleasure mein badal gaya.
Ab dono ne motion shuru kiya… pehle dheere… fir gradually speed badhti gayi.
Double rhythm—andar-bahar… andar-bahar…
Tent mein thap-thap, slurp, moan aur wet sounds gunjne lage. Neha ka jism ab kabu mein nahi tha… uski aankhen ghoom gayi thi, lips parted, breathing fast.
Usne mooh se zor se scream kiya, “Ohhh f***… yeh kya ho raha hai mujhe… I’m flying…”
Uski body ka har inch ab tremble kar raha tha. Ek taraf tight stretch… doosri taraf full pressure. Uski nipples erect the, body sweat se glisten kar rahi thi. Har thrust mein uska jism jhatak raha tha, Kartik ke chest se takra kar. Varun har baar uski gand ko tight grip mein leke andar ghus raha tha.
Neha ab sirf ek jism nahi rahi thi… ek flame thi—burning, screaming, shaking in pleasure.






Neha ab poori tarah unke beech mein thi—ek jism, do lund, aur ek junoon jo rukne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha. Kartik ka lund uski chut ko bharke andar-bahar ho raha tha, aur Varun ka mota lund uski gand mein ghus ke uske ander tak jaa raha tha.
Thap… thap… thap…!
Tent ke andar har jhatke ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Neha ki heavy moaning unse bhi tez ho chuki thi—“Ahhh… haaahhh… ufff… aur… aur… aur!”
Uske soft bouncing boobs Kartik ke chest pe lag rahe the, aur beech mein uska mangalsutra jhool raha tha, uski cleavage mein chamak raha tha, har thrust ke saath swing karta hua—ek sacred symbol, jo uski absolutely sinful act ke beech mein chamak raha tha.
Uska face now flushed tha, aankhen almost rolled back. Lekin tabhi—ek moment ke liye—uski nazar Sahil ki taraf gayi.
Wahi Sahil… jo tent ke corner mein ab bhi ‘soya hua’ tha.
Neha ne mooh se cheekh ke bola, “Suno tum dono… aur tez chodo mujhe… mujhe raw fuck chahiye… feel karo meri chut aur meri gand dono… har jagah bhar do mujhe…!”
Uske shabd sunte hi dono aur wild ho gaye. Kartik ne uski kamar tightly pakad li, aur deep, fast thrusts dene laga.
Varun ne bhi uske hips ko spread kar ke gand mein lund poora deeply daal ke pace badha diya.
“Uhhh… baby you’re so tight…” Kartik ne moan kiya, uski chut ki grip uske lund ko almost squeeze kar rahi thi.
“F***… Neha… tumhari gand meri lund ko kheench rahi hai…” Varun bhi ab lose control mein tha.
Neha ka jism hilta gaya… uski moaning ab screams mein badal gayi.
“Main… main aa rahi hoon… ahhhh…!”
Aur ek dum… uska climax phat gaya.
Uski chut se garam cum shoot hua, poori body shake kar gayi, hips uncontrollably jump hue.
Uski gand tight ho gayi, uske muscles spasm kar rahe the—poora jism jese orgasmic fire mein jal raha tha.
Kartik ne apna mooh uske shoulder pe daal diya, aur moan kiya, “Main bhi… can’t stop… ahhh take it all Neha…!”
Ek powerful thrust ke saath, usne Neha ki chut ke andar apna hot cum shoot kiya—pulse by pulse.
Varun ab full pressure mein tha. “Nehaaa… I’m f***ing filling you up…!”
Aur fir usne bhi deep push karke uski gand ke andar apna thick, hot load release kar diya.
Tino jism ek saath hil rahe the, aur ab sirf halki thap-thap, ragged breaths, aur drip… drip ki cum ki awaaz tent mein bachi thi.
Neha ki chut aur gand ka chhed dono cum se leak kar rahe the—mixed juices nikal kar uski thighs pe beh rahe the. Uska jism relaxed tha, lekin aankhen dreamy… jaise kisi trance mein ho.
Sabne climax feel kiya—physically aur emotionally.
Neha—ek strange, out-of-body pleasure mein thi.
Kartik—apne orgasm ke baad bhi Neha ko tight pakde tha, uski breathing slow ho rahi thi.
Varun—still inside her, mooh se nikal raha tha, “F***… I’ve never cum this hard before…”




Sab kuch thoda der pehle tak jahan thap-thap aur moaning se goonj raha tha… ab wahan sirf khamoshi thi.
Neha ab niche leti thi—naked, sweaty, exhausted, aur poori tarah se filled. Uski legs halki si faili hui thi, jahan se chut aur gand dono se cum bahar nikal raha tha—white, thick liquid, jo uski inner thighs se neeche tapak raha tha, sheet tak soak ho chuki thi.
Uski aankhen aadhi band thi, lips parted. Saans tez thi… lekin andar se sukoon bhi tha. Ek ajeeb si narmi, ek surrender ke baad ka thakaan.
Kartik aur Varun, dono uske aaju-baaju let chuke the—ek haath uske pet pe tha, doosra uske thighs pe. Sab kuch poora ho chuka tha. Unhone use har jagah feel kiya, bhar diya… aur ab uske paas aaram ki si neend thi.
Lekin tent ke ek corner mein… Sahil ab bhi jag raha tha.
Uska jism ab bhi stiff tha… aankhen wide open… usne sab dekha tha. Har touch, har thrust, har moan—uski Neha ka dusron ke saath vo roop, jaisa usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.
Ek pal ke liye usne apni aankhen band kar li… aur fir slowly open ki.
Use maza aaya tha. Haan… uska lund ab bhi thoda hard tha, usne apne boxer ke andar feel kiya tha wo pulse, wo sensation—jo kisi neend mein nahi, lust mein jagti hai.
Lekin saath hi… ek guilt bhi tha.
“Main ne sab dekha… chupchap. Maine roka nahi… Neha ko kaha bhi nahi… bas dekhta raha… kyon?”
Uske dil mein ek guilt ka saval ghoom raha tha.
Neha ke honton pe ab bhi ek faint si muskaan thi… jaise usne sapna dekha ho.
Sahil ne uski taraf dekha… uska mangalsutra ab bhi uske seene pe chipka tha, cum ke drops ke saath… ek sacred chain… ab ek sinful raaz.
Uske mann mein ab sirf ek khayal tha—
"Ab kya? Kya Neha mujhe kabhi waise dekhegi jaise pehle dekhti thi?"
Aur tent mein ek heavy silence tha…
jisme sirf ek sach chhupa tha—Neha ab badal chuki thi.





Subah ki thandi hawa tent ke canvas se andar ghus rahi thi. Light golden thi, hilltop pe morning sun ekdum soft lag raha tha.
Neha sabse pehle uthi.
Uska body sore tha, par face pe ek controlled calm tha—jaise wo sab kuch yaad bhi rakh rahi thi, aur sab bhoolne ki koshish bhi kar rahi thi.
Varun aur Kartik ne aankhen kholi, thoda stretch kiya. Bina kuch awkwardness ke, jaise raat bas ek casual memory thi. Dono ne quietly apne kapde pehne, jackets button kiye, aur ek dusre ki taraf light sa glance kiya—smirking, not talking.
Neha chadar side ki, aur quietly apna one-piece adjust kiya.
Hair open the, eyes a little tired, but usne quickly shawl lapet li. Uske haathon ne automatically mangalsutra ko straighten kiya—wo ab bhi uski cleavage ke paas chamak raha tha, par ab uss shine mein kuch aur tha.
Woh Sahil ke paas aayi—jo ya toh sach mein so raha tha, ya phir ab bhi apni aankhon ke peeche emotions chhupa raha tha.
Neha: (soft voice mein)
“Baby… chalo, uth jao. Ab nikalna hai. Trek ka time ho raha hai.”
Uski awaaz mein pyaar tha, par ek thakan bhi thi. Jaise uska guilt ab routine ban chuka ho. Jaise wo chahti ho ki Sahil uth jaaye, par wo apne aankhon mein uski aankhon se naa takraaye.
Sahil ne aankhen kholne mein der ki. Aankhen aadhi khuli, aur bas Neha ko ek second dekha. Kuch bola nahi.
Bas uske lips par ek thodi si forced smile thi… jaise keh raha ho:
"Main sab jaanta hoon.
Aur main fir bhi tumse juda hoon."



Trek ka aakhri stretch complete ho gaya tha. Sab log thake hue the, lekin hawa mein excitement thi—photos, selfies, panoramic view, aur wo fake cheerfulness jo aksar uncomfortable silences ko chhupata hai.
Neha peechhe chal rahi thi.
Chehra thoda dull, aankhon ke neeche halka darkness. Lips dry the, par usne kuch bola nahi.
Uska body exhausted tha—sirf thakan se nahi… emotionally bhi.
Varun aur Kartik ekdum energetic mood mein the.
Kartik bar-bar jokes maar raha tha, loud hansi, trek ke highlights pe commentary…
Aur Varun casually Neha ke side se walk karta hua ek aur remark de gaya:
Varun: “Waise bhabhi… stamina toh kamaal ka hai aapka.
Kal raat ke baad bhi trek mein first gear mein nikal gayi.”
Kartik: (laugh ke beech mein) “Aur bhaiya toh lagta hai abhi bhi recovery mode mein hain!”
Neha ne bas ek thandi si nazar un dono par daali.
Kuch bola nahi. Bas aankhen chura ke aage badh gayi.
Na narazgi, na flirt ka response—ek deadpan silence.
Sahil side mein tha, headphones neck mein latka hua. Usne sab suna…
Par bas ek soft laugh mein cover kar diya.
Ab wo acting mein bhi pro ho gaya tha.
Base camp pahuchne par sab log apne-apne backpacks adjust kar rahe the.
Kartik ne apna phone nikala, aur Sahil ke haath mein diya.
Kartik: “Bro, rakh le number. Trek pe milke maza aaya.
Agli baar Goa plan ho toh bata dena… bhabhi ji ko bhi bula lena.”
Ek cheeky wink diya, jisme dosti bhi thi… aur andar se kuch aur bhi.
Varun ne bhi casual smile ke saath haath milaya.
Varun: “Aur haan… take care, bhabhi ji. Don’t miss us too much.”
Sahil ne haath milaya… par aankhon mein kuch tha—na soft, na hostile… bas ek strange blankness.
Neha ek kone mein khadi thi, apna bottle fill kar rahi thi.
Uske kaan mein sab kuch jaa raha tha… par usne bas bottle band kiya, bag uthaya, aur bina peeche dekhe nikal gayi.
Varun aur Kartik ne ek doosre ko dekha, shoulders uchaaye, and bas chale gaye.
Rasta khatam ho chuka tha…
Par Neha ke andar ek naya safar shuru hua tha—jahan guilt, silence aur apne aap se dosti sab ek saath chalna tha.

Hotel ka room cozy tha—wooden walls, soft lamps, aur window se dikh raha tha snow-dusted hill. Trek ke baad ka exhaustion body mein tha, par room ke silence mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi tha.
Sahil pehle andar aaya, bags side mein rakhe, aur bas quietly bed pe baith gaya.
Usne kuch nahi bola. Na koi sawaal, na koi taana.
Neha ne bas ek baar uski taraf dekha, par aankhon mein darna zyada tha pyaar se.
Us raat Sahil ne sirf uske liye tea banaya.
Uska blanket tuck kiya.
Aur bas uske paas baith ke uska haath pakad liya.
Neha ne bas aankhon se ek soft “thank you” diya.
Us raat unke beech koi physical touch nahi hua.
Bas ek shabd bhi bole bina, ek nayi intimacy shuru hui.
Agle din Neha thodi distance mein thi.
Zyada baatein nahi kar rahi thi, zyada aankhon mein nahi dekhti thi.
Par Sahil sab samajh raha tha.
Usne kabhi press nahi kiya. Na kuch demand kiya.
Usne bas har waqt uske aaspas apna presence banaye rakha—ek safe place jaisa.
Doosri raat…
Neha window ke paas khadi thi, snowfall dekh rahi thi.
Uska reflection window glass mein dikh raha tha.
Tabhi piche se Sahil aaya, uske kandhe pe haath rakha,
Aur bas itna kaha:
“Mujhe kuch jaanne ki zarurat nahi.
Mujhe sirf tum chahiye. Jaisi bhi tum ho.”
Neha ne aankhen band ki.
Thoda sa hansi bhi aayi, thoda aansu bhi.
Aur fir usne palat ke Sahil ko gale laga liya.
Us moment mein jo silence tha…
Woh loud tha. Usmein maafi bhi thi, pyaar bhi, aur ek naya wada bhi.
Teesri raat… Neha pehle jaisi nahi thi.
Uski aankhon mein ek nayi chamak thi.
Usne red cotton nighty pehni thi, halki si perfume lagayi, aur Sahil ke paas aayi…
Bin bole, uske lips pe ek soft kiss diya.
Neha:
“Main tumse pehle bhi pyaar karti thi…
Lekin ab jo feel hota hai… wo kisi aur level ka hai.
Tum jaise ho, tum jaisa koi nahi.”
Sahil ne sirf uske haath ko kiss kiya… aur phir lights off kar diye.
Us raat... Neha poori tarah Sahil ki thi.
Aur Sahil… ek baar fir se uska ghar ban gaya tha.