Adultery Mere papa ke boss ko meri mummy ki badi gaand pasand hai.

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 9

"Meri maa aur Davendra ka pehla ghatna."

Us raat 10 pm pe, villa quiet bubble ki tarah feel kar raha tha warm ocean air mein float karte hue. Mere patio ke sliding doors wide open the, gentle breeze andar aa rahi thi faint salt aur jasmine ki scent leke resort gardens se.


Main bed pe stretched tha, pillows se propped up, phone screen room mein only light. Riya ne just voice note bheja—uski sleepy laugh, kehti hui, “Main imagine kar rahi hoon tujhe us fancy jet pe, little umbrellas wale juice sip karte.”


Main grin kiya aur record back, “No umbrellas, lekin clouds cotton candy jaise lag rahe the. Miss you.” Hum aise hi back forth karte rahe, little jokes aur plans trade karte ghar wapas aane ke liye. Har phone buzz se mera chest light feel karta.


Dad ridiculously early bed pe chale gaye the.
Yacht tour aur big seafood dinner ke baad, unhone sitting room mein sandals kick off kiye, couch pe stretched “just five minutes” ke liye, aur never move kiye.
9:15 tak woh apne bedroom mein the, old cotton pajamas mein change, snoring itni loudly ki wall ke through sunai de rahi thi distant motorboat ki tarah.


“All that sun ne mujhe wipe out kar diya,” unhone mumble kiya pillow mein face-plant se pehle. Mom ne unke forehead kiss kiya aur whisper, “Sleep tight, hero.”
Davendra abhi bhi sitting room mein awake the.


Unhone daytime shirt plain white vest se swap kiya jo unke thick chest pe cling tha aur collar pe dark hair curling dikhata.
Koi old action movie play ho rahi—explosions, screeching tires, hero one-liners shout kar raha. Davendra ki eyes screen pe kabhi kabhi flick, lekin mostly ahead stare, relaxed, jaise lion shade mein dozing.


Mom ne shower liya aur silver satin night-dress mein change kiya jo body pe poured jaise lag rahi thi. Straps thread jaise thin, neckline dip just enough soft curve dikhane breasts ke beech.


Fabric cool aur slippery thi, waist pe cling, phir wide hips pe flare before mid-thigh pe stop. Jab woh chalti, shimmer karti moonlight on water ki tarah, har inch hug karte.
Satin uski badi round gaand ke cleft mein deep press, cheeks ko aur fuller softer banate, jaise do plush cushions silk mein wrapped. Har step material shift aur glide karwata, sides pe dimples outline, gentle bounce jab weight shift.


Main patio pe tha, barefoot warm tiles pe, legs second chair pe stretched, breeze aur endless stars enjoy karte. Resort lights door twinkle jaise fallen constellations.
Mom doorway mein appear hui, small wooden tray pakde do steaming cups ke saath. Uske bangles soft chime diye.


“Good tea mere night-owl ke liye,” woh boli, voice low aur warm. Woh paas aayi aur tray little table pe set ki humare beech. “Careful, garam hai.”
Main baith gaya, haath cup ke around wrap. “Thanks Mom. Tumhe zaroorat nahi thi.”


Woh bagal ki chair mein settle hui, ek leg khud ke neeche tuck.
Satin uski thigh pe higher slide, moonlight catch. “Main waise bhi bana rahi thi. Sleep nahi aa rahi—waves secrets whisper kar rahe hain.” Woh smile ki, tea pe gently blow. “Besides, main tujhe check karna chahti thi. Abhi bhi Riya ko text?”


Mujhe cheeks heat feel hui. “Haan. Woh seashell chahti hai. Kehti hai ‘perfectly spiral’ hona chahiye.”
Mom quietly hans padi. “Us ladki ke standards hain. Mujhe pasand hai.” Woh sip ki, eyes dark ocean pe. “Yeh jagah… postcard come to life jaise.
Yaad hai aaj dolphins? Ek ne mujhe direct dekha—jaise jaanta tha main selfie le rahi hoon.”


Main chuckle kiya. “Dad soaked ho gaye jab woh jump kiya. Woh itna hard hans diye maine socha boat se gir jaayenge.”


“ Tere father ko iski zaroorat thi,” woh softly boli. “Woh too hard kaam karte hain. Unhe phir se kid jaise smile karte dekh… packing stress ke har minute worth.”
Hum comfortable silence mein thodi der baithe, sirf breeze aur distant surf. Cups se steam curl. Woh paas aayi aur mere hair ruffle kiye. “Zyada late mat rehna, okay? Kal waterfall hike hai. Energy chahiye.”


“Nahi rahunga,” maine promise kiya. “Night, Mom.”
Woh mere forehead kiss ki—uske lips tea se cool—aur andar glide back, satin skin ke against whisper.
Maine tea finish kiya, chamomile apna kaam kar rahi. Eyelids heavy feel.


Main andar shuffle kiya, yawn karte, bathroom ki taraf. Sitting room pass karte, glimpse mila: Mom low coffee table pe bend thi, fresh cup tea aur small plate biscuits Davendra ke liye set karte.







Silver dress back mein upar chadhi thi, aur uski badi gaand thrust out jaise offering—do perfect heavy globes satin strain karte.
Fabric itni tight stretch thi painted on jaise, cheeks ke beech deep dip, har soft curve outline. Jab woh saucer adjust ki, flesh gently jiggle, satin oil jaise slide.
Lamp peeche warm glow cast, material gleam banate aur shadows dramatic swell accentuate narrow waist se wide plush roundness tak.



Mere gut mein weird hot feeling twist—protective, uneasy, almost angry. Lekin maine push down kiya. Woh sirf polite hai. Late hai. Nothing more. Main chalta raha, bathroom use, haath dhoye, shake off.


Wapas aate, hunger hit. Kitchen mein cookies the—chocolate chip, abhi soft. Maine do grab kiye aur counter pe lean, munch.
Open archway se sitting room phir dekh sakta. Ab Mom Davendra ke saamne khadi thi, TV bagal mein tall potted fern adjust. Woh waist se slightly bend, ek haath pot steady, doosra fronds smooth.







Davendra glance kiya, voice relaxed. “Prisha, thoda left nudge kar sakti ho? Yeh subtitle kha raha hai.”
Woh pot inch shift ki. “Better?”
Unhone head tilt, eyes linger. “Thoda aur… haan, perfect. Tumhe iske liye eye hai.”



Woh straight hui, dress hips pe down smooth. “Bas nahi chahti thi tum big explosion scene miss karo.”
Mujhe nahi pata woh purpose se maanga—just bend dekhne ke liye phir.



Satin phir tight pull, uski gaand round aur full, cheeks slightly spread jaise lean. Fabric har contour hug, crease deep aur inviting. Koi aadmi ignore nahi kar sakta; impossible.
Isliye main parties pe uske paas hover karta, lingering uncles ko dirty looks deta. Mom never notice, lekin main karta.


Mujhe uski discomfort sense—shoulders thodi stiff, smile polite lekin quick. Woh nikalna chahti thi.
Davendra ne cushion pat kiya bagal mein. “Aao, ek minute baitho. Hero building se jump karne wala—classic. Five minutes, tops.”
Mom head shake ki, step back. “Main really nahi. Kishore jaag sakta hai aur wonder kahan hoon. Aur main beat hoon—aaj sun strong thi.”


Woh forward lean, elbows knees pe, voice low coaxing. “Bas ek scene. Tum din bhar run around—thoda relax. Main pause bhi kar dunga.”
Woh tightly smile ki. “Tempting, lekin no. Goodnight, Davendra. Movie enjoy karo.” Woh turn aur out walk—quick, graceful, satin har step swish. Mujhe pride surge feel hua.
Yeh meri mom. Usne clean shut down kiya.


Maine cookies finish, shirt se crumbs brush, aur Mom kitchen doorway mein appear, khud ke liye water pour.
“Pakda tujhe,” woh tease ki, eyes twinkle. “Midnight snack bandit.”
“Bas do,” main bola, muh bhara. “Resist nahi kar saka.”


Woh softly hans padi. “Achhe hain, na? Resort baker real vanilla use karta hoga.” Woh counter pe lean, glass haath mein. “Riya tujhe up rakhe hue?”
“Sort of. Woh spiral seashell chahti. Kehti anything else ‘basic’ hai.”


Mom grin ki. “Demanding. Approve.” Woh haath peeche yawn. “Okay beta, kab so raha? Eleven se zyada ho gaya.”
“Soon,” promise. “Ek aur text, phir bed.”


Woh phir mere hair ruffle. “Good. Sweet dreams.” Woh apne room ki taraf pad off, satin hallway light last time catch.
Jaise main apne bedroom ki taraf ja raha, cookie sugar veins mein buzz, maine notice Davendra sitting room mein. Unhone TV mute kiya aur hallway down stare, head tilt jaise listen.


Jab main pass, unhone shift, throat clear.
“Jai,” unhone quietly call. “Bed ja raha?”


“Haan sir.”
Unhone jaw scratch. “Favor kar sakta? Teri mom ko bolo main ek glass water chahta hoon—mere bedroom tak. Gale mein thirsty feel ho raha, aur main turn in karne wala hoon.”
Maine harmless socha. “Sure.”


Maine Mom ke door pe tap kiya. Woh dresser pe thi, long hair brush out, abhi silver dress mein.
“Davendra water chahte hain,” main bola. “Unke room tak. Kehte thirsty feel kar rahe.”


Mom mid-stroke pause, brush hover. Mirror mein reflection uneasy—brows drawn, lips thin press. “Unke bedroom tak? Iss time?”
Main shrug. “Woh abhi ja rahe wonge, socha.”


Woh brush soft clack se down set. “Yeh… odd hai. Lekin okay. Main le jaungi.” Voice steady, lekin maine dekha fingers glass pe tighten kitchen mein fill karte. Usne quick smile di—brave lekin forced—aur hall down walk.


Maine do baar nahi socha. Resort paradise—Dad happily snoring, ocean bahar sing, Riya texts wait. Main room mein slip, door close, bed pe flop.
Lekin phir—shoot. Mera phone charger. Abhi sitting-room wall mein plugged. Maine mutter, “Mom? Tu ne mera charger kahin dekha?” Soch kar woh wapas aayi hogi, main quietly hall down pad.


Sitting room empty, TV off, lights dim. Davendra ka bedroom door ajar, warm light wedge tiles pe spill. Main closer creep—aur freeze.
Mom andar thi, bed foot ke paas, glass de rahi. Unhone slowly liya, nightstand pe set bina piye, aur khade hue. Too close. Vest chest pe stretch jaise forward step.
Woh abhi kyun yahan?


Kya unhone stay maanga?
Door accident se open—ya purpose?
Agar Dad jaage aur dhundne aaye?
Kya water excuse tha?


Davendra ki voice low, almost murmur.
“Thank you, Prisha. Tumhe itna andar aana nahi tha.”
“Main bas—” Woh vaguely door gesture.


Woh smile, eyes soft. “Kishore ke saath twenty years, huh? Stories hongi. Kya tum ghar pe yeh silver dress pehnti ho? Yeh… stunning hai.”
Mom arms hug. “No. Sirf trips ke liye. Mujhe jaana chahiye.”


Woh nahi hile. “Ek minute. Batao—tum jaise woman ko itne saalon baad glowing kaise rakhta? Secret skincare? Magic?”
Woh tight laugh di. “Good sleep aur good food. Really, Davendra, late ho gaya.”


Woh closer step, voice drop. “Kya tum bored ho jaati ho? Same kitchen, same routine, docks se late aane ka wait?”
Uski chin lift. “Mujhe apni life love hai. Family. Please—”


Unhone reach, fingers elbow brush. “Bas curious. Tumhare jaise… fire wali woman. Adventures deserve karti ho.”
“We shouldn’t,” woh whisper, back step calves bed hit tak.


Woh slowly deliberately lean, eyes lock. “Ek kiss,” murmur. “Kisi ko nahi pata.”
“We shouldn’t,” repeat, voice tremble.
Phir—unhone kiss kiya.


Unka muh gently pehle cover, phir deeper, ek haath small back pe slide. Doosra lower drop, satin ke through badi gaand cup. Hard squeeze, fingers soft abundant flesh mein sink.







Fabric grip ke neeche bunch jaise knead—left cheek, right cheek, thumbs crease mein press, lift aur spread. Uski gaand har squeeze se jiggle, satin liquid jaise plush curves pe slide.


Woh kiss mein groan, hips ko apne against pull, palms warmth se bhare.
Main hallway shadows mein khada, heart hammer, rage boil. Confusion. Fury. Betrayal. Perfect trip—private jet, dolphins, starlit dinners—ek heartbeat mein shatter.










Davendra, aadmi jise Dad idolize karte, Mom ko grope kar raha Dad ke sleep karte 10 meter door. Aur Mom—kyun nahi chillayi? Kyun itna door jaane diya?
Lekin phir—SMACK—usne hard chest push. “NO!” Word whip jaise crack. Woh stumble back, eyes panic wide, aur bolt—bare feet tiles slap, silver dress ghost jaise flutter.
Woh andhere mein mere paas se fly, mujhe na dekh, safety room mein disappear. Door soft click se shut.


Davendra wahan khada, hard breathe, haath abhi shape mein jaise pakde hue. Water glass nightstand pe untouched.







Main room wapas slip, pulse race, charger bhool. Raat ruin. Magic gone. Lekin Mom—usne fight kiya. Run kiya.