Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Jolly ek posh hotel ke VIP lounge mein suit pehne baithe hue hai,
samne American businessman Dave —
tall, confident, cold blue aankhon wala,
uski aankhon mein ek hi junoon — Srivalli.
Dave ne meeting shuru hote hi direct point pe aakar kaha:
“Mr. Jolly, I saw the girl. She’s exactly what I want. The deal is yours—steel, logistics, cash, whatever you need. But… I have one last condition.”
Jolly ne confident smile ke saath whisky ka sip liya,
andar hi andar uske aankhon mein ek dark game chal raha tha.
“Bolo Dave, kya chahiye?”
Dave ne forward hote hue bola:
“I want to meet her. In person. Face to face. Only then I’ll sign and wire the advance. After that, you’ll have two months to fully deliver. Samjha?”
Jolly ne ek second socha,
phir thoda possessive sa mask laga ke bola:
“Woh meri responsibility hai. You’ll get your ‘meeting’—
but only on my terms.
You sign, you pay,
and then you see her.
Uske baad two months mein main poora promise pura kar dunga.”
Dave ki aankhon mein aur hunger aagayi.
Usne contract ke papers table pe slide kiye.
“Get it done, Jolly. And remember—I want her badly. Don’t play games with me.”
Jolly ne papers sign kiye,
andar se victorious smile dabate hue:
“Game toh ab shuru hua hai, Dave. Srivalli sirf commodity nahi,
woh meri sabse badi chaabi hai…”

Dave ab almost obsession ki line cross kar chuka hai,
aur Jolly ka dangerous forbidden plan set ho chuka hai—
Srivalli ab sirf ek biwi ya forbidden lover nahi rahi,
balki ek million-dollar business ka 'centerpiece' ban chuki hai.


Pushpa subah ghar ke baahar varandah mein chai pee raha tha. Srivalli andar kitchen mein breakfast bana rahi thi, ghar ke hawa mein ek shaant sa sukoon tha, lekin Pushpa ke dimaag mein hamesha ki tarah naye business ke plan chal rahe the.
Usi waqt Jolly ki gaadi gate pe ruki. Pushpa ne muskura kar uska welcome kiya, “Arre, Jolly! Subah subah kya kaam pad gaya bhai?”
Jolly confident steps mein andar aaya, aankhon mein hammesha wala business wala sparkle, par is baar uske tone mein thoda aur urgency thi.
“Pushpa, ek mast opportunity hai. Ek American aadmi Dave – bahut bada business tycoon hai – India aaya hai. Usko chandan ki wood chahiye, aur tu jaanta hai na, yahan ke connections sirf tere paas hain. Maine bola, ‘Pushpa bhai se mil lo, asli maal wahi dila sakte hain.’ Usne bola personal meeting chahiye, tere ghar pe. Is that fine?”
Pushpa ne aankh mein excitement le aaya, “Arey, bindaas le aa. Aaj raat dinner pe bula le, baat kar lenge. Tere liye bhi fayda, mere liye bhi. Par tu bata, banda safe toh hai na?”
Jolly ne haath jod ke assurance diya, “Bilkul safe hai. Big money, Pushpa! Aur yeh koi random aadmi nahi, lakhon ka maal lega ek hi order mein. Maine use aaj raat ka invite diya hai. Srivalli se bhi milwana hai usko—she’s the grace of the house, and videshi log hamari family values dekhna chahte hain.”
Pushpa ne hass ke bola, “Hamari Srivalli? Arey, vo toh is ghar ki shaan hai! Dave ko dekhna hai toh family dinner mein milwa lenge. Achha hi hai – family touch padta hai, dosti bhi gehri hoti hai. Par Jolly, seedha seedha kaam kar, koi gadbad na ho.”
Jolly ki aankhon mein chhupi hui shaitani chamak ek second ke liye dikhi, par vo turant professional smile mein convert ho gayi.
“Tu tension mat le, Pushpa. Main sab manage kar lunga. Aur Dave ko bhi bata diya hai—‘aaj raat full Indian welcome, ghar ki asli izzat dekhni hai toh Pushpa bhai ke yahan aa.’ Ab vo pura excited hai, abhi message bhi aaya, ‘Can’t wait to see the real Indian family tonight, Jolly!’”
Pushpa ne Jolly ke kandhe pe haath maara, “Bhai, tu toh asli jugadu hai. Dinner mast banega, business bhi banega!”
Andar Srivalli ne chhupke se ye sab suna, uska dil ek second ke liye rukh gaya. Usse abhi tak nahi pata tha ki aaj raat uska sabse badi testing hone wali hai—us ghar ki izzat, uske khud ke rishte, aur Jolly ki chhupi game.
Ghar mein aaj ek ajeeb si excitement thi. Pushpa business, Jolly apni deal, Dave apni impossible khwahish, aur Srivalli apne secret guilt aur thrill ke saath...
Sab kuch sirf ek family dinner ke naam pe shuru ho raha tha.

Srivalli kitchen se nikal ke hall mein aayi, haar pehne, ek soft cotton saree mein, uska chehra halka tired par aankhon mein woh roshni thi jo sirf ghar ki real bahu mein hoti hai. Baal neatly bandhe hue, mangalsutra gale mein chamak raha tha, aur uski aankhon mein ek gentle, shy smile thi.
Jolly sofe par Pushpa ke saamne baitha hua tha, lekin Srivalli jaise hi saamne aayi, uski aankhon ne Srivalli ke har detail ko soak kar liya. Srivalli ki slim kamar, seedha pallu, blouse ke andar ka soft curve, collarbone ke upar ka mangalsutra, sab kuch ek second mein scan kar liya usne. Jolly ke lips pe ek barely-there smile aayi, par aankhon mein purana wild hunger chamak utha.
Srivalli ne normal family style mein, “Namaste Jolly bhaiya,” bola, Pushpa ke saamne ek sweet bhabhi wali smile ke saath. Jolly ne bhi formal tarike se, “Namaste Srivalli ji, kaise ho? Pushpa bhai ka khayal rakhna mushkil toh nahi ho raha?” bol ke thoda friendly tease bhi kar diya.
Pushpa ne mazaak mein Jolly ko elbow mara, “Isko mushkil kya? Iske haath ka khana khayega Dave bhi pagal ho jayega! Sun Srivalli, aaj ek bada guest aa raha hai, videshi hai, ghar ki izzat hai. Achha sa khaana bana, ghar ko decorate bhi karna, thoda alag touch la. Aaj dinner pe family ka asli rang dikhana hai.”
Srivalli ne thoda sharmate hue “Theek hai, Pushpa ji. Aap befikar rahiye, sab sambhal jaayega.” Uske tone mein responsibility aur ek nayi tension thi.
Jab woh kitchen se chai leke aayi, table ke paas jhuki, tab Jolly ne apne lips ke bilkul kareeb se uske kaan mein ek soft husky whisper kiya, “Aaj kuch sexy pehenna… elegant bhi ho, par thoda wild. Mere liye, Srivalli.”
Srivalli ka chehra shock mein ek second ke liye freeze ho gaya. Uske haath ke cup hil gaye, par usne control kar liya. Pushpa ab bhi newspaper padh raha tha, usne kuch notice nahi kiya. Srivalli ne ek nazar Jolly ke aankhon mein dali —
voh old wildness aur naya game dono ek saath chamak rahe the.
Srivalli ne slow, invisible sa nod diya. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha — voh samajh gayi, aaj raat sirf ek dinner nahi, Jolly ki fantasy ka bhi test hai.
Jolly ki aankhon mein ek victorious, dirty glint aa gayi,
Srivalli ke andar thrill aur dar ka perfect milan ho chuka tha.

Srivalli thodi der baad kitchen mein chali gayi, par uska dimaag abhi bhi Jolly ke whispered words mein atka hua tha. Woh masale nikalte nikalte apne wardrobe ke baare mein sochne lagi—kaunsa saree pehne jo “sexy but elegant” ho? Woh samajh gayi thi ki aaj raat Jolly usse kuch naya expect kar raha hai.
Usne kitchen ke kaam ke beech ek pal ke liye ruk kar, bathroom ka excuse banaya, aur apne room mein gayi. Wardrobe khola, ek-ek saree ko haath lagaya.
Kuch seconds ke liye blush karte hue apne aap se socha,
"Yeh sab main kar kyun rahi hoon? Par… mujhe bhi thrill lag raha hai…"
Aakhir usne ek wine red georgette saree nikali—thin fabric, light shine, jab light pade to poora figure dikhe, aur blouse deep cut wala, elegant golden border ke saath. Saree ko mirror ke saamne shoulder pe daal ke dekha, aur apni cleavage par gaze ruk gayi. Mangalsutra uske deep neckline pe hil raha tha. Usne khud pe halki si muskurahat di.


Wapas kitchen aayi, kaam sambhalne lagi, par andar excitement aur nervousness ka combination tha. Woh khana banate banate apni aankhon ke kone se drawing room ki taraf dekhti, jahan Jolly casually Pushpa se business baat kar raha tha, lekin beech beech mein aankhon se usko hi undress karta ja raha tha.
Dopahar bhar ghar ki sajavat mein lag gayi—flowers arrange kiye, table pe nayi plates set ki, soft yellow lights lagayi, aur dining hall ke ek kone mein scented candles rakh diye. Sab kuch classy tha, par usme ek sensual touch tha—jo ek videshi guest ko impress bhi kare aur Jolly ke hidden fantasy ko ignite bhi kare.
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Shaam hote hi Srivalli ready ho gayi,
wine red saree mein, pallu ek side slip karta hua,
deep cut blouse, collarbone pe shining mangalsutra,
lips pe light red lipstick, aankhon mein kajal ka bold line.
Jolly ne drawing room mein Srivalli ko pehli nazar mein dekha toh
uski aankhon mein ek second ke liye possessive wild fire aa gayi.
Pushpa ne bhi dekha, “Waah, Srivalli! Aaj toh sach mein alag chamak rahi ho! Dave dekhte hi fan ho jayega!”
Srivalli ne pyaar se smile ki, par andar se uske sharir mein electricity jaise waves daud rahi thi.
Jolly ke aankhon ne usko ek aise tareeke se strip kiya jaise abhi usko sabke saamne hi le lega.
Kitchen jaate jaate Srivalli ne ek baar Jolly ki taraf dekha,
aur usne aankhon hi aankhon mein signal diya—
aaj raat sirf dinner nahi, ek naya forbidden game bhi hai.
Doorbell bajti hai. Dave aa gaya.
Sabhi apni jagah sambhalte hain.
Srivalli ek hostess ki tarah poised, confident,
par andar se ek ajeeb si jalti hui aag lekar guest ke welcome ke liye ready hai.

Dave apni patni ke saath Pushpa ke ghar ke drawing room mein enter hua—tall, broad-shouldered, perfectly groomed, piercing blue eyes, tailored charcoal suit, har step mein ek dominating confidence. Dave ki wife Emily uske saath thi—mid-thirties, fair flawless skin, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, blonde hair perfectly curled and left open, slender neck pe delicate diamond pendant, body pe a sleek navy blue designer dress jo uska figure aur curves highlight kar rahi thi.
Uska posture straight, shoulders confident, poore European grace ke saath, par aankhon mein thoda reserved, thoda mysterious expression.


Jolly ne aage badh kar warmly welcome kiya,
“Dave, welcome to our home! Meet Pushpa bhai and his lovely family.”
Pushpa ne hearty handshake diya,
“Namaste! Please aaiye, ghar samjhiye. Aap dono ka swagat hai.”
Emily ne soft accent ke saath namaste kiya, smile di—uski aankhon mein gentle warmth thi, lekin pehli nazar mein har kisi ko uska international charm feel hota tha.
Us moment pe hallway ke ek kone se Srivalli slow walk karti hui saamne aayi—
wine red saree, pallu thoda loose, deep neckline pe mangalsutra hil raha tha,
uski aankhen downcast but graceful, ek haath mein welcome tray, dusra pallu sambhalte hue, body ka har curve poori elegance ke saath highlight ho raha tha.
Dave ki nazar Srivalli pe jaate hi ek pal ko freeze ho gayi—usne Emily ki beauty dekhi thi,
par Srivalli mein kuch aur hi purity, ek desi exotic attraction thi.
Wo apne lips ke paas low voice mein Jolly ke kaan me growl jaisa bola,
"She is... breathtaking. In real. Much more than your video. You promised me a show, Jolly. I hope you deliver."
Jolly ne side glance mein usko calm, possessive smirk ke saath reply diya,
“Relax, Dave. Bas abhi shuruwaat hai.”
Emily ne Srivalli ko dekha—
uski aankhon mein thodi curiosity thi,
ek ladki dusri ladki ko judge karte hue,
par respect bhi—Srivalli ki natural Indian grace ko Emily ne notice kiya.
Aaj Emily khud western glamour thi—her slim waist, toned arms, subtle curves jo dress mein ubhar ke aa rahe the,
par Srivalli ki sharmili simplicity aur saree ka charm
drawing room mein ek alag hi aura laa raha tha.
Srivalli ne aankhon ke kone se Jolly ko dekha,
Jolly ne aankhon mein ek raw, silent signal diya—“Remember why you dressed like this.”
Srivalli ne nervous si aankhon se ek pal ke liye Dave ko dekha,
phir Emily ki taraf bhi,
aur bas ek gentle smile dekar aage badh gayi—andar ek ajeeb si fire aur dar ka mix tha.
Dave formally host ke saath mingle kar raha tha—
Pushpa se business, Emily bhi politely Srivalli se traditional food, Indian culture ke baare mein puch rahi thi.
Emily ki English accent, uski calm soft tone, aur blue eyes mein chhupa confidence—uske har movement mein ek sophisticated sensuality thi.
Pushpa poora Indian host ban gaya, loud laughter, “Aapko hamara ghar ka khana pasand aayega, Dave! Srivalli ki haath ki roti, ek baar try karoge toh bhool nahi paoge!”
Dave ke sharp glances bar bar Srivalli pe ja rahe the—
her slim kamar, saree ke pallu ke niche ka subtle curve,
neckline ke mangalsutra ke beech ki skin.
Wo Srivalli ko detail mein scan karta jaa raha tha.
Emily quietly table pe, ek classy hostess ki tarah baithi thi—
uski bare arms, elegant collarbone, dress ke andar ka soft silhouette,
har ek Indian guest ko attract karta tha—lekin aaj Dave ki aankhen sirf Srivalli par tiki thi.
Srivalli chhup chhup ke Jolly ko dekhti,
phir Dave ko serve karti,
har plate table pe rakhte waqt Dave ki aankhon ki hunger ko feel karti thi.
Emily bhi notice kar rahi thi ki Dave Srivalli ko unusual attention de raha hai,
lekin usne kuch nahi kaha—ek silent, soft smile ke saath dinner enjoy karti rahi.
Jolly bhi guest ban ke baitha tha,
andar se maza le raha tha—
Dave ki aankhon ka junoon,
Srivalli ki nervous thrill,
Emily ka subtle jealousy aur poori family ke saamne chal raha yeh hidden forbidden game.
Emily ke liye yeh dinner ek awkward curiosity tha,
par Dave ka mind ab sirf ek cheez par focus tha:
“Yeh Indian woman… pure, sexy, graceful—tonight, I want her close. Let’s see how far Jolly takes his promise.”
Dave ke har smile ke peeche sirf Srivalli thi,
aur Srivalli apni poori family ki izzat ka mask pehne,
andar se bas ek cheez feel kar rahi thi:
Aaj raat ka game kisi aur level pe jaa raha hai…






Dinner ke baad, sab drawing room mein chai pe rahe the. Dave ne politely Pushpa aur uski family ko thank you bola, aur phir Jolly ko side mein le gaya. Pushpa unhe gate tak chhodne aaya, lekin Dave clearly Jolly se private baat karna chahta tha.
Bahaar, Jolly ki luxury SUV ke andar, Dave ne contract papers nikaale—ek signature ki line chhod di thi. Jolly ne saare documents ko dubara check kiya, Dave ko confident look diya, aur Dave ne pen nikal kar finally contract sign kar diya.
Deal officially done thi, lekin Dave ki aankhon mein ab sirf ek cheez thi—Srivalli.
Dave ne whisky ka sip liya aur Jolly ki taraf halki si cynical smile ke saath bola,
"Listen Jolly, I don’t care about the wood or Pushpa’s connections. I want her. That woman, Srivalli. She’s not just beautiful, she’s got that pure Indian wife aura… dangerous, powerful, rare."
Jolly ne neutral face banaya, lekin andar se uski aankhon mein ek game chal raha tha.
Dave ne apne chair mein back lean karte hue,
"But you tell me, how the hell are you going to make her mine? She looks like the wife of a damn powerful man, not a cheap hostess. If Pushpa finds out, he’ll probably burn us both. Is she really under your control? Or you just showing off?"
Jolly ne slow smirk diya,
"Leave that to me, Dave. Tum sirf apne patience ko 2 mahine control karo. Srivalli pe kisi ka naam nahi chalega, aakhir main hi sab kuch handle karta hoon. Tumne deal sign ki, main apni baat poori karunga."
Dave thoda impatient aur dirty ho gaya,
"Jolly, listen, if I don’t get her in two months—exactly how I want, with no drama—this entire deal is dead, finished, forever. You know how to contact me. And don’t test my patience."
Jolly ne Dave ki aankhon mein directly dekha,
"Relax, Dave. Jab tak tu India mein hai, yahan ki raani banane ka haq mera hai. Tu sirf agle step ka intezaar kar. Srivalli kisi bhi price pe teri plate mein aa jayegi—uski kasam."
Dave ne ek hungry, dangerous laugh diya,
phir apne driver ko signal diya—
gaadi main road pe nikal gayi.
Jolly ne khud ko rear-view mirror mein dekha,
andar hi andar whisper kiya:
"Game on, Srivalli... ab dekho tum kitni door jaa sakti ho."

Dave ki SUV abhi parking mein hi thi. Jolly ne ek last sip apni whisky ka liya, aur Dave ki taraf half-smirk ke saath palat kar bola,
"Dave, ek cheez aur. Your wife... she’s quite a sight herself. Tumhe Srivalli chahiye, mujhe ek raat uske saath—your wife—chahiye.
Dave ek second ke liye chup raha, phir uski aankhon mein dangerous thrill chamak uthi. Usne apni wife ki taraf dekha—
uska naam Emily tha, mid-thirties, tall, fair skin, blonde hair, elegant body, sharp features, perfectly fitted blue satin dress, high heels—poori trophy wife look.
Uske chehre pe Paris ki elegance thi, par aankhon mein thoda boredom, thoda submission.
Dave ne bina kisi hesitation ke, ek soft dirty grin ke saath Emily ke haath ko pakda,
aur usse Jolly ki taraf pull kar diya,
literally Jolly ki lap mein usse bitha diya.
Emily shock ho gayi, par Dave ki aankhon mein woh familiar authority dekhkar,
sirf aankhen jhuka ke Jolly ki lap mein, uske chest se lag gayi.
Dave ne whisky ka glass hawa mein ghumate hue
dirty tone mein bola,
"That’s your half of the bargain, Jolly. You get one night with Emily…
but don’t forget, I want Srivalli—my way, no limits, just like you’re about to have yours."
Jolly ne Emily ki waist par haath rakha,
uski perfume ki fragrance enjoy ki,
aur Dave ko aankhon se ek possessive, wild promise diya.
Emily ne thoda awkward smile diya,
lekin Dave ki aankhon mein warning aur Jolly ke touch mein danger,
usne apne aap ko completely surrender kar diya.
Dave gaadi se utar ke door band karte hue
andar hi andar whisper kiya—
"Let the games begin."


Jolly ne Emily ko apni lap par bitha kar ek second ke liye aankhon mein uski poori body ko absorb kiya. Emily abhi bhi thoda hesitate kar rahi thi, lekin Jolly ke possessive touch aur Dave ke cold approval ne usko poori tarah surrender karwa diya.
Jolly ne bina kisi warning ke apna haath Emily ke smooth bare back par slide kiya, uski neckline se thoda niche,
aur doosre haath se uske golden baal ko halkasa kheech ke apni taraf moond liya.
Usne apni aankhen Emily ke lips par fix ki,
aur phir full hungry, raw passion ke saath
Emily ke lips par mooh rakh diya—deep, wild, possessive kiss.
Emily ne pehle aankhen bandh karli,
fir Jolly ki wild hunger ke saamne apni lips khol di.
Jolly ne uske lips ko apne mouth mein puri tarah claim karte hue,
kabhi soft suck, kabhi deep tongue play,
kabhi Emily ke lower lip ko bite karta,
poora public place mein apna haq jatane laga.
Emily ka sharir dheere dheere melt hone laga,
uski breath heavy hone lagi,
aur Jolly ke haath ab uski bare thigh tak reach kar chuke the.
Jolly ne ek second ke liye Emily ki aankhon mein dekha—
pure domination, full wildness,
aur phir phir uske lips ko dobara amooch kiya,
is baar aur bhi deep, aur bhi hungry,
jaise wo abhi usi moment mein sab kuch lena chahta ho.
Emily ab sirf Jolly ki baahon mein thi,
Dave satisfaction se peeche baitha tha,
aur SUV ke andar forbidden lust aur dangerous thrill ki khamosh aag jal rahi thi.
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Jolly ne Emily ko apni baahon mein kas ke pakda,
uski blue satin dress ke straps dheere se uske kandhe se slide kar diye.
Emily ke bare shoulders chamak rahe the soft car light mein,
aur Jolly ki aankhon mein wild possession aa gayi thi.
Usne Emily ke golden baal ko thoda tight pakad kar kheech liya,
jisse Emily ke lips se ek halki gasp aur moan nikal gayi,
“Ahh… Jolly…”
uski awaaz mein sharm aur naya thrill tha.
Dress dheere-dheere Emily ke sharir se nikal gayi,
ab wo sirf soft satin bra aur matching panties mein thi—
uska slim, toned body, fair skin, high firm breasts,
aur pink nipples almost transparent bra ke through clearly visible.
Jolly ne bina time waste kiye
Emily ke bra ke upar se uske nipple ko lips mein le liya,
warm mouth se deep suck karte hue,
kabhi tongue se tease karta, kabhi teeth se halka nibble karta.
Emily ke mooh se ab aur bhi wild sounds nikalne lage:
“Oh… yes… mmmh…”
Jolly ne uske dusre breast ko haath mein le kar squeeze kiya,
aur alternating lips, tongue aur mouth se
Emily ke dono nipples ko hard kar diya—
public SUV ke andar ab sirf uske moans aur Jolly ke possessive wild kisses ki awaaz gunj rahi thi.

Jolly ka haath dheere dheere Emily ki bare smooth thighs se upar slide hota hua
uski satin panties ke upar ruk gaya.
Emily ka sharir ab pura heat mein tha,
uski saans tez ho rahi thi,
lips parted, eyes half closed.
Jolly ne soft tease ke saath
panties ke upar se Emily ki soft mound ko press kiya,
aur feel kiya ki wo already warm aur damp ho chuki thi.
Phir usne panties ko side slide kiya—
Emily ki chut fair pink thi, bilkul soft skin,
thoda sa trimmed, lekin mostly bare,
aur folds ke beech already wetness chamak rahi thi.
Jolly ne apni ungli se dheere se
Emily ki slit ke beech touch kiya,
aur phir halka sa pressure dalte hi
uski finger easily andar chali gayi—
andar sab kuch slippery, warm, tight tha.
Emily ke mooh se raw moaning nikalne lagi:
“Ohh… god… Jolly… don’t stop… mmmh… aaah…”
Car ke andar sirf Emily ki breathless whimpers,
aur Jolly ke finger ke slow, wet strokes ki halki slip sound gunj rahi thi.
Jolly ne apni ungli ko deep karke
dheere dheere circular motion start kiya,
aur thumb se uski clit ko soft rub karne laga.
Emily ki kamar hilne lagi,
aur uske moans ab aur bhi heavy ho gaye:
“Yess… more… oh god… Jolly…!”
Car ka glass ab thoda foggy hone laga,
andar sirf Emily ke loud, desperate moans,
aur Jolly ki wild, controlled finger fucking ki sound gungunane lagi.

Emily ki body ab pura control khod chuki thi. Jolly ki skilled finger ki pace badh gayi,
aur kuch hi moments mein Emily ki kamar tez hilne lagi,
uski chut se garam wetness Jolly ke haath par spread ho gayi.
Emily ne aankhen band kar ke ek raw, high-pitched moan nikala—
“Ohhh… Jolly… I’m cumming… ahhh…!”
Uska sharir tharthara gaya,
aur uske soft pink folds se warm cum Jolly ki fingers ko soak kar gaya.
Bina koi break liye,
Emily ne still panting, Jolly ka belt khola,
aur uska lund out nikal liya.
Uski aankhon mein naughty smile thi—
typical American boldness ke saath usne Jolly ke lund ko apne soft hands mein pakda,
aur ek second ke liye tip ko lips pe tease kiya.
Fir Emily ne apna mouth khola,
Jolly ke thick lund ko pura lips ke beech le liya,
deep throat karte hue slow, strong sucks dene lagi.
Kabhi tongue se head ke around circles banati,
kabhi shaft ko hand se grip karke slow stroking karti.
Jolly ne head back kar ke ek heavy groan nikala,

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“Damn… you Americans really know how to suck…”
Car ke andar ab sirf wet sucking sounds,
Emily ke lips ki sloppy moans,
aur Jolly ka controlled heavy breathing gunj raha tha.
Jolly Emily ke bold style ka poora maza le raha tha—
her tongue, her lips, her deep hungry sucking—
sab kuch uske liye forbidden wild pleasure ban gaya tha.
Jolly ne Emily ko apni lap se uthakar, uski kamar pakad ke gently apne upar khinch liya. Emily ab bilkul naked, breathless thi, aur uski aankhon mein sirf wild lust tha. Jolly ne apna hard, wet lund uski slit ke entrance pe rakha,
aur Emily ne khud apni chut par guide karke dheere se poora lund andar le liya.
“Ohhh… fu— Jolly…!”
Emily ke mooh se broken moan nikal gayi,
aur uska sharir pure wild energy mein tharthara utha.
Jolly ne Emily ke hips tight pakad liye,
aur Emily ne apne haath uske shoulders par rakh kar
full wild rhythm mein ride start kar di—
jaise ek untamed wild horse.
SUV ki windows fog ho gayi thi,
Emily ke hips up-down slam ho rahe the Jolly ke lund par,
uski wild moaning aur slapping sounds
car ke bahar tak sunayi de rahi thi:
“Ahh! Oh yes! Mmm… Jolly! Harder! Yes!”
Jolly bhi ab pura lost ho gaya tha,
Emily ke tight wet grip,
her bouncing tits, aur uski American-style wild riding
sab kuch SUV ko literally shake kar raha tha.
SUV ka pura body frame hil raha tha,
Emily ki loud cries aur thudding noises
bahar khade Dave ke kaan tak pahunch rahi thi.
Dave ek half-smile ke saath
SUV ke side pe khada,
andar ki har forbidden aawaaz sun raha tha—
uski aankhon mein dangerous satisfaction aur thrill mil gaya tha.
Emily ab poori tarah Jolly ko ride kar rahi thi—
her head thrown back, hair flying,
aur SUV ke andar ab sirf
wild sex ki heat, heavy moans,
aur desperate animalistic energy gunj rahi thi.




Jolly ne Emily ko seat par seedha lita diya, uske legs apne kandhon par rakh liye. Emily ab poori tarah spread thi, body sweaty aur trembling, saans tez. Uske nipples ab bhi hard the, chehra pleasure mein hil raha tha—wo already do baar climax kar chuki thi, lekin Jolly ke lund ki wild demand abhi bhi khatam nahi hui thi.
Jolly ne apne hips aur close kiye,
apni grip Emily ke hips par tight ki,
aur poore raw, dominant style mein
apne lund ko uski chut mein hard thokne laga—
full speed, full power.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
Car ke andar wild fucking ki aavaj goonj rahi thi,
Emily ke mooh se uncontrollable moans nikal rahe the:
“Ohhh... Jolly... please... more... mmmh... oh god!”
Jolly ki saans ab fast ho gayi thi,
uski speed aur tez ho gayi,
aur Emily ab sirf wild pleasure mein hilti ja rahi thi—
uska sharir control se bahar,
Jolly ka lund uske deepest tak jaa raha tha.
Finally, Jolly ne apni body Emily par aur jhuka di,
ek last, wildest thrust ke sath
apne lund ko Emily ki chut ke andar
pura deep push kiya
aur sara garam load uske andar release kar diya.
“Ahhh... take it all...!”
Uske thick, hot cum ka flood
Emily ke andar fill ho gaya,
uske sharir mein halki si shiver aa gayi,
aur Jolly ka lund ab bhi andar deep throb kar raha tha.
Emily exhausted, breathless, aur satisfied thi—
SUV ke andar ab sirf
sweaty bodies, heavy breathing
aur forbidden pleasure ki raw energy bachi thi.




Emily apne kapde jaldi jaldi pehn rahi thi, thoda shaky aur hair messy, lips swollen, aankhon mein abhi bhi wild pleasure ka glow. Jolly ne last button band kiya aur SUV ke door khol ke bahar aaya, Dave ki taraf dekh kar ek victorious, dirty smile di.
“Mazaa aa gaya, Dave. Your wife is something else…”
Dave ne whisky ka glass ghumate hue casual smile diya,
“I can tell from the sounds, Jolly. Hope she gave you a good ride.”
Emily bhi thoda blush aur awkward expression ke saath SUV se utar kar apne dress fix karte hue bahar aayi. Dave ne uski aankhon mein dekha, possessive smile ke saath uske lips par ek short, rough kiss diya,
phir gently usko Jolly ki taraf dhakel diya.
Jolly ne bina kuch bole Emily ki kamar pakad li,
uske body ko apne strong arms mein press kar diya. Emily ne confusion aur shock ke mixture ke saath pehle Dave ko, phir Jolly ko dekha.
Dave ne apne aankhon mein cold, commanding expression ke saath bola:
“Enjoy her for the next two months, Jolly. Uske baad mujhe meri Indian goddess chahiye, samjha? For now… send some more Indian girls to my suite, keep me entertained.”
Emily ek second ke liye shock ho gayi, uski aankhen widened,
usne Dave ko disbelief ke saath dekha,
lekin Dave ne bas back seat pe baithte hue signal kiya—yeh deal ka part hai.
Jolly hans pada,
usne Emily ke lips par ek bold kiss chhipka di,
phir usko seedha apni baahon mein utha liya. Emily ab bhi confused thi,
lekin Jolly ki possessive energy ke aage surrender kar gayi.
Jolly Emily ko utha kar dobara SUV mein le gaya,
SUV ka door band hua,
andar sirf Emily ki thodi heavy breath aur Jolly ka dark victorious laughter gunj raha tha.
Bahar Dave ne ek baar aur Jolly ki taraf dekha—forbidden game ab full power pe shuru ho chuka tha.