Adultery Pushpa Ki Rani: Srivalli Ka Junoon

[Joker44]

Jail se nikal kar Srivalli seedha Jolly ke saath uske villa pahunch gayi. Poore raste uski aankhon se aansu ruk nahi pa rahe the, dil mein sirf ek hi baat—Pushpa ko bachaana hai, par kaise? Jolly ne car park ki, quietly uska haath pakad ke andar le gaya.
Room mein pahunchte hi Srivalli ne apna sab control chhod diya. Saree dhili ho chuki thi, aankhen laal, baal bikhar gaye the. Usne Jolly ko zor se hug kar liya, uski chest par sir rakh ke zor zor se ro padi, "Jolly… mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha… kya karu main? Kaise bachaun usse? Main toot gayi hoon…"
Jolly ne uske baal sambhale, uski kamar kas ke pakdi. Dheere-dheere uske aansu pochta hua, lips Srivalli ke forehead pe chhodta, soft voice mein, "Shhh… main hoon na, Srivalli. Tum akeli nahi ho. Sab kuch thik ho jayega, bas mujhpe bharosa rakho. Tumne jitna kar sakti thi, sab kar liya. Ab aage ka main dekh loonga."
Srivalli ne aankhen band karke uske gale mein apne haath daal diye, poori tarah weak, saree ka pallu shoulder se phisal gaya. Jolly ne uska chehra apni ungliyon se upar uthaya, uski aankhon mein aansuon ka kajal bikhar gaya tha, par usme ab bhi poora dard aur dare hue armaan the.
Jolly ne uske lips ke paas aakar slow, emotional kiss diya—koi jaldi nahi, koi zabardasti nahi, bas uske dard ko absorb karta hua. Uske haath Srivalli ki kamar pe slide kar gaye, dusre se uski peeth pe soft strokes—ek haath uske baal mein, dusra uske bare back pe.
Srivalli ne aankhen bandh kar ke apne aap ko uski baahon mein dheere-dheere surrender kar diya, har aansu ke saath uski shakl ab aur bhi soft, aur bechain ho gayi. Jolly ka touch pehle emotional, fir dheere-dheere possessive aur wild ho gaya.
Dono ek dusre mein ghul gaye—Srivalli ki saans Jolly ke shoulder pe, Jolly ki lips Srivalli ke neck, collarbone pe gentle kisses chhod rahi thi. Room ka mahal heavy tha—dard, sacrifice, aur ek chhupi hui desire ke beech, Srivalli ne khud ko Jolly ke hawale kar diya, bas ek hi kasam ke saath—"Mujhe sirf ek rasta dikhana… mujhe apne pati ko wapas lana hai."
Jolly ne dheere se uske kaan ke paas whisper kiya,
"Bas ab mujhe sab sambhalne do, Srivalli… main tumhe aur Pushpa ko bacha loonga. Par iss raat tum sirf meri ho…"


Srivalli ne Jolly ki aankhon mein dekha, aansu ab dheere dheere thamm gaye the. Uske dard ke beech Jolly ka touch, uski aankhon ki intensity, ek nayi energy le aayi thi. Saree ka pallu poora neeche gir chuka tha, uska blouse deep cut sleeveless tha—yellow silk skin pe chipki hui, cleavage poora visible, saans tez, aankhen half-closed.
Jolly ne Srivalli ka chehra dono haathon se pakad kar uske lips pe soft kiss diya, pehle emotional, phir dheere dheere wild. Srivalli ne bhi uski kiss ka jawab diya, pehle thoda slow, phir poori passion ke saath—uske lips ko kas ke chumat, Jolly ke baal pakad ke apne kareeb kheench liya.
Jolly ka ek haath Srivalli ki bare waist pe gaya, dusra uski back pe—uski skin pe gentle strokes, phir blouse ke piche ungliyan le jaakar hook ke paas ruk gaya. Srivalli ab poori tarah uske control mein thi, usne aankhen band karke Jolly ki tongue ko apne mouth mein le liya, deep kiss mein dono ghul gaye.
Room ka mahal ab heavy breathing, skin ki soft friction, aur unke bodies ke forbidden thrill se bhar gaya tha. Srivalli ka mangalsutra uski cleavage mein hil raha tha, Jolly ki lips kabhi uske neck, kabhi collarbone pe soft bite chhod rahi thi. Srivalli ne halki si moan ki, apni fingers Jolly ke chest pe slide karte hue, apne aap ko uski taraf aur jod diya.
Is moment mein Srivalli sab kuch bhool chuki thi—Pushpa ki chinta, ghar ka stress, sirf Jolly ka touch, uski kiss, uski possessiveness… aur us night ki dangerous, passionate heat.



Jolly ne Srivalli ko gently bed par lita diya, uske chehre par ab sirf surrender, aankhon mein ek intense, passionate look tha—bilkul helpless, lekin poori tarah se us pal mein khoyi hui. Srivalli ka saree ka pallu bed ke kinare tak phisal gaya tha, yellow blouse ab bas ek thin strip sa uske body pe tha. Jolly ne uske upar jhuk kar, uski aankhon mein deep nazar se dekha, fir dheere se uska blouse khol diya.
Blouse ke hook khulte hi uske firm, bare boobs bahar aa gaye—do bade, perfectly round, soft boobs, skin smooth aur glowing, nipples tight aur already hard, bilkul tempting. Srivalli ne aankhen band kar ke halki si sharam se apni chest thodi upar ki, lips pe ek shaky moan aa gayi. Jolly ne uski bra ki straps gently shoulders se slide ki, aur bra nikal ke bed pe phek di. Ab Srivalli bilkul exposed thi—mangalsutra cleavage mein, bare breasts thandi hawa se thoda aur tight ho gaye.
Jolly ne pehle soft, possessive touch se uske boobs ko dono haathon se pakda, unhe gently squeeze kiya. Srivalli ki saans tez ho gayi, uske lips se soft moan nikal gayi, “Jolly…” Jolly ne uske nipples ke around slow circles banaye, fingers se tease kiya, fir suddenly usko piche se apni strong arms mein pull kiya—Srivalli uski baahon mein fully pressed thi, uski back Jolly ki chest se chipki hui.
Jolly ne Srivalli ke boobs ko pehle softly smooch kiya, lips se soft kisses diye—ek-ek inch uske skin par feel karte hue. Fir Jolly ne uske ek nipple ko lips ke beech mein le liya, deep suck karte hue tongue se tease kiya, kabhi gently bite kiya, kabhi full mouth suck kiya. Srivalli ki moaning ab halki nahi rahi, “Mmm… oh… Jolly… harder…” uski awaaz ab poori tarah wild thi.
Jolly ki ek arm abhi bhi uski waist pe, dusre haath se doosre boob ko squeeze karta raha. Har bite, har suck pe Srivalli ki body aur sensitive hoti ja rahi thi, uski fingers bed sheet pakad kar tight ho gayi, aur uska sharir poori tarah Jolly ki possessive, wild energy me surrender kar chuka tha. Srivalli ab khud bhi Jolly ko aur close kheech rahi thi, uske touch ko crave karte hue—her every moan, every tremble ab us pal ko aur bhi wild bana raha tha.
Jolly ke lips, tongue, teeth ab uske bare boobs pe explore kar rahe the—kabhi gentle, kabhi thoda rough. Srivalli ki body, room ki hawa, aur dono ki moans—sab kuch ab bas usi forbidden heat me dooba hua tha


Jolly ne dheere se Srivalli ki saree aur petticoat side me khisak diye, uski lace panties ko bhi uski thighs se slide kar ke nikal diya. Ab Srivalli bilkul nangi thi—uska sharir thoda sharmaya hua, lekin aankhon me sirf wild desire. Bed ki soft roshni me uska body poora glow kar raha tha, boobs heavy saans se hil rahe the, nipples hard, aur legs thoda khuli hui.
Jolly ne ek haath se uski smooth, wet chut ko gently touch kiya, fir apni finger dheere se andar daali—Srivalli ki moaning aur tez ho gayi, “Jolly… mmm… aur karo…!” Uski body thodi arch ho gayi, uska haath Jolly ke baal pakad ke kheech raha tha, aankhen band, lips bite karte hue.
Jolly ne kuch seconds uski chut ko finger kiya—andar-bahar, circular motion me tease karte hue, har baar Srivalli ki moaning aur wild hoti ja rahi thi. Fir Jolly ne apna lund nikaala—thick, hard, uski aankhon ke saamne—Srivalli ki aankhon me excitement aur naughty smile aa gayi.
Jolly ne Srivalli ke baal pakad ke uske lips pe ek deep, possessive kiss diya, fir apne lund ko uski wet chut pe rub karne laga—tip se pure folds pe, uski slit pe halki si pressure ke saath. Srivalli ab poori tarah heat me thi, saans tez, aankhon me wild craving, usne desperate awaaz me bola,
"Jolly… please, ruko mat… mujhe chhod do… main poori tarah ready hoon, bas ab rokna mat!"
Jolly ne ek intense, wild smile di, aur us pal me dono ka control tut chuka tha—Srivalli apni legs aur khol ke Jolly ko welcome kar rahi thi, room me sirf skin ki friction, breathless moans aur forbidden pleasure ki garmi thi.

Jolly ne Srivalli ki legs aur open kar ke, ek strong thrust me apna lund uski wet chut ke andar poora deep daal diya. Srivalli ki aankhen ek second ke liye khul gayi, lips se loud moan nikal gayi, “Ohh… Jolly…!” Uska sharir bed par arch ho gaya, aur uski mangalsutra har thrust ke saath uski cleavage pe bounce ho rahi thi, gold ka chain hil raha tha, har move pe uski bare skin pe touch kar raha tha.
Jolly ne dono haath se Srivalli ki hips pakad ke, rhythmically hard thrusts dene shuru kiye—ekdum wild, ekdum possessive.
Room me flesh ki slap, bed ki halki squeak, aur Srivalli ki wild moans gunj rahi thi.
“Jolly… aur… aur tez… mujhe poora feel ho raha hai…!” Srivalli apne haath se Jolly ki back ko pakad ke aur close kheech rahi thi, har baar uski body thodi jump kar rahi thi, mooh se kabhi scream, kabhi sweet needy moan nikal rahi thi. “Jolly… mujhe chhodte raho… please…!”
Jolly ne uski aankhon me dekha, aur full power me deep thrusts deta raha. Uski mangalsutra uski cleavage me aage piche hil rahi thi, sweat ki drops uske neck pe shine kar rahi thi, aur Srivalli har jhatke pe aur loud ho rahi thi, “Ahh… Jolly… Jolly… aur… aur!”
Jolly ka face uske boobs ke beech, kabhi lips uske nipples pe, kabhi uske collarbone pe bite kar raha tha. Srivalli ka sharir ab full wild pleasure me tha—uski awaz, uski heartbeat, her mangalsutra ka har bounce—sab kuch usi forbidden passion me dooba hua tha.
Jolly ab uski hips ko aur tight pakad ke, uski aankhon me dekh kar uska naam whisper karta,
“Meri jaan… aaj main tujhe bhoolne nahi dunga…”
Room me sirf wild moaning, Jolly ke deep, rough thrusts, aur Srivalli ki poori surrender thi—us raat dono ek dusre me kho gaye, mangalsutra ki chamak aur Srivalli ke screams me sirf Jolly ka naam gunj raha tha.


Jolly ne Srivalli ko apni goad mein utha liya, uski bare back apni chest se chipka ke, dono legs apne waist ke around bandhwa li. Srivalli poori tarah heat mein thi, uski body Jolly ke lund ko fully tight grip kar rahi thi. Jolly ne usko goad mein bitha kar strong upward thrusts dene start kiye, har ek jhatke pe Srivalli ki moaning aur tez ho gayi, uske haath Jolly ki gardan ke around tight hug mein band gaye.
"Jolly… oh god… yeh feeling… main toot rahi hoon…" Srivalli ne apna face Jolly ke shoulder me chhupa liya, uske chest ko nails se pakad kar climax ke edge pe pohonch gayi, body pure pleasure mein hil gayi. Jolly ab poora wild, powerful tha, uske moves aur rough ho gaye, Srivalli usko tight pakad ke, poori tarah surrender kar gayi, “Jolly… mujhe chhodte raho… main aa gayi…”
Jolly ne usko bed pe gently lita diya, ab bhi uske andar deep thrust karta raha, uski aankhon me dekhta raha—eyes full of power, lust, aur possessiveness. Usne Srivalli ke face ko apne haath me le kar, deep aankhon me dekh kar husky tone me kaha,
“Main tumhari chut bhar raha hoon, Srivalli… aaj sirf mera ho jana…”
Srivalli ne aankhen band kar ke, breathless moaning ke beech sirf haan me neck hilaya, “Haan, Jolly… sab kuch tumhara hai… mujhe pura bhar do…”
Jolly ne ek final, strong, deep thrust diya, aur pura apna hot load uske andar release kar diya. Srivalli ne moan ke saath Jolly ko tightly hug kiya, dono bodies ab poori tarah exhausted aur sticky, us raat sirf forbidden passion aur surrender ka nasha tha.



Subah ki pehli roshni Srivalli ke chehre pe padi toh uski aankhen dheere se khul gayi. Kuch seconds ke liye woh confused si thi—bed unfamiliar tha, sheets uski bare skin pe soft lag rahi thi, uske baal khule hue, body ab bhi thodi sore, thighs sticky, aur poora sharir ab bhi last night ke wild passion ki yaadon se bhaari.
Usne palat ke dekha toh Jolly bhi bed pe uske bagal mein tha—shirtless, ek haath uski kamar pe, dusra pillow pe, chehre pe relaxed, victorious si smile.
Srivalli ko ek second ke liye kal raat ka sab kuch yaad aaya—kaise woh poori tarah apne aap ko Jolly ke hawaale kar gayi thi, kaise usne uski every limit tod di, kaise har touch pe sirf Jolly ka naam uske lips pe tha.
Ek dam se guilt aur reality ne Srivalli ko jaga diya. Uska pati jail mein, poora ghar toota hua, aur woh yahan… Jolly ke bed mein, nangi, uske touch se abhi bhi body jal rahi thi.
Usne quietly bed se sheet lapet li, ek corner me jakar phone uthaya aur trembling hands se Pushpa ki maa ko call kiya. Awaaz halki, thodi shaky thi, “Maaji… main raat yahan Jolly ke ghar ruk gayi thi… kuch bhi ho jaaye, aap please tension mat lo. Jolly help kar raha hai, hum aaj kisi big lawyer se milne ja rahe hain… aap Pushpa ka dhyaan rakhna.”
Maa ji ne thoda shock toh feel kiya, lekin poori tarah maa ke tone me sambhalte hue boli, “Beta, tu himmat mat haar. Hum sab yahan tere saath hain. Jolly pe bharosa kar, woh Pushpa ko nikal lega. Tu bas strong reh, apna dhyaan rakh.”
Srivalli ne aansu pochte hue sirf haan kaha, “Ji, maa ji… main strong rehne ki koshish kar rahi hoon…”
Jolly ab bed par palat ke uski taraf dekh raha tha, aankhon me ek possessive si smile, ab bhi uski nangi body ki taraf dekhte hue, thoda lazy, thoda proud.
Srivalli ne aankhen jhuka li, guilt aur pleasure dono ka strange mix uski aankhon me—raat ki galti ya sacrifice, ab poora uski soch ko chaat raha tha.
Lekin ab samajh aa gaya tha, uska asli imtihaan bas shuru hua hai.




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Jolly bed par hi Srivalli ko dheere se apni taraf khinchta hai, uski bare back par arm slide karta hai, aur lips se slow, deep smooch deta hai—uske lips ko lambe samay tak apne control mein rakhta hai. Srivalli ki aankhon mein ab bas bechaari si helplessness thi, uski body ab bhi Jolly ke touch ke saamne weak ho jaati hai. Usne protest karne ki koshish bhi nahi ki, bas aankhen band kar li aur Jolly ko apna sab kuch lene diya.
Kaafi der tak Jolly ne usko passionate smooch kiya, phir uski aankhon mein dekh kar bola,
"Chalo ab, Srivalli. Abhi Pushpa ko bahar nikalna hai, time waste nahi karte."
Srivalli ne sheet lapet kar ek baar aur guilt se aankhen jhuka li, phir quietly ready hone chali gayi. She quickly got dressed—simple saree, thoda makeup, lekin aankhon me ab bhi bechaini.
Jolly ne formal shirt pehni, full confident mode mein usko car tak le gaya.
Dono commissioner ke office gaye, phir ek MP ke bungalow, phir ek influential lawyer—sab jagah Jolly full acting mode mein, har kisi se politely baat, request, “Pushpa bhai pe jhoota case laga hai, please madad kariye…”
Lekin har jagah se sirf cold shoulder, excuses, ya sidha ignore mila. Commissioner ne phone pe busy hone ka drama kiya, MP ne bol diya “File dekh lenge, abhi bahar jaa rahe hain,” lawyer ne kehte hi case sunne se inkaar kar diya. Srivalli har bar aur broken, har bar aankhon me aansu, Jolly har jagah frustration dikhata, lekin andar hi andar game chal raha tha—kyunki asal mein sab Jolly ke hi dabav mein chup the.
Gadi mein baithte hi Srivalli ab bilkul broken thi.
“Koi help kyun nahi kar raha, Jolly? Sab pe bharosa kiya, sabne dhokha diya… ab kaun hai jo Pushpa ko bacha sakta hai?”
Jolly ne thoda drama mein shabd tol ke kaha,
“Srivalli, ek hi aadmi hai jo itni power rakhta hai—Dave. Vahi foreigner jo kuch din pehle dinner pe aaya tha… woh jo American hai. System usi ke phone pe hil sakta hai.”
Srivalli ka chehra ek pal ke liye shock ho gaya, uski yaadon me vapas wahi dinner ka scene, Dave ki aankhen, uski awkward smile—sab yaad aa gaya.
Usne dheere se poocha,
“Par woh Dave… woh toh bas guest tha. Woh help karega kya?”
Jolly ne slow smile ke saath sirf itna bola,
“Usko sirf ek offer chahiye, Srivalli. Baaki sab main dekh loonga. Tum ready ho jao—ab asli deal yahin se shuru hoti hai.”
Srivalli ki saans rukh gayi, ab uske samne bas ek hi rasta tha—aur Jolly ki game poori tarah uske control me aa chuki thi.