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

[Deepak_bull]

CHAPTER 15

“Maine aur bhi buri cheezein dekhi.”

Main andheri walk-in wardrobe mein ghoonga bana baitha raha, naye linen ki halki khushbu aur mom ki jasmine perfume ab poore cottage mein bhaari sex ki badboo se mil gayi thi. 

Ghutne carpet par dukh rahe the, lekin hilne ki himmat nahi thi.


Darbaze ke patle se jharokhe se king-size bed ka perfect, dil phodne wala nazara tha jahan meri maa ke baare mein jo bhi main maanta tha, ek ek siski ke saath barbaad ho raha tha.


Mom ki awaaz beech beech mein geele jismon ke takrne ki awaaz ke beech toot-ti rahi.
“Ohhh… oh bhagwan… oh bhagwan mujhe maaf kar do… main itna bada paap kar rahi hun… main shadi-shuda hun… mera beta hai… Kishore itna achha hai mere saath… lekin… lekin ruk nahi pa rahi… bahut mazaa aa raha hai… sorry… bahut sorry…”


Woh shabd jaise mantra bol rahi thi, lekin uska jism alag kahani bata raha tha. Kamar gol gol ghumati, upar uthti, zor se neeche girti. Paseena uski peeth par, kamar ke mod par, har harkat se hilte bhari boobs par chamak raha tha.


Uska mangalsutra unke beech jhoola ban kar jhool raha tha, har baar upar uthne par halki roshni pakadta. Woh poore mazaa le rahi thi; chehra laal, honth soje hue, aankhen shudh aanand se dhundhli. Maine use kabhi itna zinda, itna azaad, itna besharam nahi dekha tha.


Davendra neeche pada tha jaise duniya ka sabse bada inaam jeet liya ho. Uske haath uski chaudi kamar par aaram se rakhe the, kabhi guide karte, kabhi bas use jo marzi karne dete. Aaj raat woh duniya ka sabse khushkismat haramzada tha.


Dad ke bees saal ke pyar, bharose aur mehnat ka fal, aur yeh aadmi bina ungli uthaye maze le raha tha. Colony ki har aunty jis “ideal bahu” kehte thi, woh meri maa uske upar pornstar ki tarah sawari kar rahi thi jabki pati neeche fakhr bhari muskaan ke saath intezar kar raha tha.


Siskiyon ke beech usne ek haath uthaya aur narmi se uska gaal chhua, thumb neeche honth par phiraya.
“Prisha… baby… mujhe dekho… ab achhe se kiss karo.”







Mom turant aage jhuki, lambe baal unke charon taraf parda ban gaye. Bina hichak kiss karne lagi, farmabardar, beqarar. Kiss lamba, gehra, ganda tha. Jeebh pehle dheere, ek doosre ka swad lete hue, phir tez, aur bhookha.


Maine geele kiss ki awaazen suni, har baar kamar upar uthane aur neeche girane par nikalti chhoti si siski. Chinon par laar chamak rahi thi. Woh muh mein siskiyan leti rahi, woh awaazen mere pet ko mutla rahi thi.


“Mmmh… mmmh… Davendra… tumhara muh kitna achha lagta hai…”
Usne honthon par muskuraya.


“Kyunki tum mujh par apna swad chakh rahi ho baby. Aur mera lund ab tumhari meethi chut chakh raha hai.”
Gande shabdon se woh aur zor se siski aur aur zor se kiss karne lagi.


Kamra already bed theek se use karne se pehle hi poora kharab ho chuka tha.
Mom ki phaadi hui yellow sari bed se latak rahi thi jaise haar ka jhanda. Davendra ka coat zameen par, shirt aadha khula, belt bathroom ke darwaze ke paas kahin phenka hua.


Hawa mein sex, perfume aur champagne ki bhaari khushbu thi.
Mom finally kiss se alag hui, saans ke liye haanf-ti hui, phir seedhi baith gayi.


Dono haath uske seene par tikaye balance banaya aur khud se aur zor zor se uchalne lagi, ab poora control uske paas.
“Haan… haan… wahi… oh bhagwan… kitna gehra… main kitni buri biwi hun… kitni gandi aurat… mat rukna… please mat rukna…”







Davendra dheeme se hasa, awaaz bhari.
“Phir bolo Prisha. Kaisi aurat pyar karne wale pati ke saath aisa dhokha karti hai? Kaisa maa resort mein beta kahin hai aur yeh karti hai?”


Mom ki aankhon mein sharam bhar aayi lekin siskiyon ke beech muskurayi.
“Ek bhayankar aurat… randi… sasti slut… teri slut… mujhe khud se nafrat hai… lekin yeh bahut pasand hai… mujhe tera lund pasand hai… sorry Kishore… bahut sorry…”

Mujhe itni nafrat hui ki khud se darr laga. Dad subah paanch baje uth-te the, barah ghante dock par mehnat, har extra paisa bacha kar humare achhe jeevan ke liye, Karva Chauth par uske paer chhute the, mere janam par roye the.


Aur ab unki biwi (meri maa) khud ko randi bol kar uske boss par paagal ki tarah sawari kar rahi thi. Bees saal ki seedhi-sadi, sachchi, pyar bhari shaadi ek raat ke maze ke liye phenk di.


Mom ne achanak speed badha di, aur tez, aur zor, jaise kabhi bas na ho. Uski badi gaand har thappar par jelly ki tarah hilti thi (upar, neeche, upar, neeche), maans lehron mein leherata hua, mujhe ek saath beemar aur fascinated kar raha tha.


Bed ka frame khat khat cheekh raha tha. Mujhe pata tha sirf dekhna bhi paap hai, lekin aankhen band nahi kar pa raha tha. Dekhna tha kitna neeche giregi.


Main sochta raha: kal subah yeh muh jisme Davendra ki laar hai dad ko kiss karegi. Breakfast banayegi, mujhse college poochhegi, mandir jayegi, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Kaise? Kaise kar payegi?


Uski cheekhein glass windows se takra kar goonj rahi thi.
“Ahh… ahh… Davendra… haan… haan… aur zor se… please…”
Achanak cottage ke darwaze ke bahar se tez awaaz aayi.


“Hello? Andar sab theek hai? Aurat ki cheekh sunai di!”
Mujhe woh awaaz yaad thi, wahi budhiya jisne mujhe washroom ke paas pakda tha.
Mom ekdum jam gayi, Davendra ka lund ab bhi gehra andar. Aankhen panic se badi.


Normal awaaz banane ki koshish ki, awaaz oonchi aur kaanpti.
“H-haan aunty… sab theek hai… sach mein… bas… bas ek bahut tez movie dekh rahi hun… fikr mat kijiye…”
Budhiya ne phir knock kiya.


“Movie? Itni raat ko? Siskiyan si awaaz aayi. Darwaza kholo, aurat. Dekhun tum theek ho ki nahi.”
Mom jaldi aage jhuki, nange boobs Davendra ke seene se chipka kar jitna ho sake chhupa liya.


“Nahi aunty please… mera pati bagal wale cottage mein so raha hai… main bilkul theek hun… bas TV thi… please jaaiye… sab theek hai vada…”
Lambi shak bhari khamoshi.


Phir budhiya ne itna zor se bola ki poora corridor sun le.
“Aajkal besharam duniya… shadi-shuda auraten beech raat ko sasti randiyon ki tarah cheekhti hain… sharam naam nahi… sharam naam nahi… bhagwan is generation ko bacha le…”


Uske chappal corridor mein thap thap door jaate rahe.
Mom ne kaanpti saans chhodi, haath dil par.


“Oh bhagwan… usse pata chal gaya… pakka pata chal gaya… agar kisi ko bata di to?”
Davendra bas hasa aur gaand zor se masla.


“Bata de poori duniya ko. Ab hil, baby. Main bilkul paas hun.”







Mom ne honth kaata, darwaza ek aakhri baar dekha, phir phir se sawari shuru (aur tez, aur zor, beqarar). Darti thi dad jaldi dhoondhne aa jayega.
Samajh nahi aa raha tha yeh aadmi meri maa ko itna poora control kaise kar raha tha.


Ek ganda shabd, ek smirk, ek chhuan, aur woh poori zindagi, parivaar, usool bhool jaati thi.
Woh paagal aurat ki tarah sawari kar rahi thi, muh khula, aankhen band, sar peeche, lambe baal jungle ki tarah jhool rahe. Uski sundar badi gaand perfect taal mein upar neeche, har thappad par maans kaanpta hua.


Sochta raha: abhi bahar nikal kar dad ko sab bata dun? Use upar se ghaseet kar neeche laaun? Lekin sharam aur confusion ki garmi bhi andar ubal rahi thi (use aise hilte dekh kar, control khote dekh kar). Khud se nafrat hui aur soch ko zor se jhatak diya. Yeh meri maa hai.


Mom ne achanak haanfa, awaaz toot gayi.
“Davendra… main jhadne wali hun… oh bhagwan… rok nahi pa rahi…”







“Main bhi baby… fuck… main bhi…”
“Nahi! Andar mat daal… please… bahar nikaal… minnat karti hun…”
Davendra ne shaitan jaisi smile di.


“To jaldi bahar nikaal do, randi. Mehnat kar.”
Mom paagal ho gayi. Kabhi se tez uchlne lagi, jaanghen kaanp rahi, haath uske seene mein gad rahe, aansu aur paseena ud rahe.


“Haan… haan… fuck… aur zor se… please…”
Uski chut Davendra ke bade lund ko itni achhi tarah nigal rahi thi.


Dono jaanwar ki tarah haanf rahe the, siskiyan, gaaliyan, saanson ke beech kiss.
Mom uske muh par hamla karti rahi, jeebh har jagah, laar thodi se thodi neeche tapak rahi thi.


Aakhir mein sar peeche kiya aur cheekhi (lambi, tooti hui, jaanwar jaisi awaaz). Poora jism kaanpa, jaanghen uske charon taraf jakad li, peeth dhanush jaisi bani.


Davendra ne usi pal gurraya, thodi der pehle nikaala, aur dhaari dhaari gehera sperm lakdi ke farsh par girne laga. Kuch mom ke gaal, thodi, gardan, bra, pet par lage, ek boond mangalsutra par bhi gir gayi.


Woh aage uske seene par gir padi, dono marathon daud kar aaye hon waise haanf rahe the.
Dono kaafi der wahi pade rahe, haanfte, dheeme se hasste, ek doosre ko sehlate hue jaise naye pyar karne wale.


Maine Davendra ka 11-inch ka lund dheere dheere dheela padte dekha, mom ke ras se ab bhi chamak raha tha.
Mom ne sust gol gol uske seene par banaye.


Davendra ne uski maatha chumi.
“Sach batao baby. Zindagi ka best sex?”
Mom hasi, sharmayi lekin sachchi.


“Haan… bhagwan maaf kare… haan. Aisa kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya.”
“Pati se behtar?”
Usne hichak, phir uski chhati par sar hilaya.


“Bahut zyada behtar… Kishore naram hai… safe… lekin tum… tum mujhe aurat hone ka ehsaas dilate ho.”
Davendra ne smirk maara.
“Kyunki main tumhe waise chodta hun jaise tum deserve karti ho.”


Mom ne qehqeh laga kar uska seena chuma.
Maine use wahan dekha (phaadi sari ke alawa nangi, sperm skin par sookh raha, santushti se chamak rahi) aur poora toot gaya.


Yeh wahi aurat thi jisne mujhe sach bolna sikhaya, thank you bhoolne par roti thi, har somvar dad ki lambi umar ke liye vrat rakhti thi. Aur ab doosre mard ke sperm se dhaki has rahi thi ki bed par kitna behtar hai.


Uska phone bedside table par baja. Dad ka naam screen par chamka.
Mom pal bhar ko bhi nahi darrhi. Woh itni door nikal gayi thi ki darr hi khatam ho gaya. Aaram se haath badhaya aur uthaya, awaaz meethi aur bilkul normal.


“Hello Kishore… haan baby main theek hun… bas Davindra sir ke saath kuch sundar paintings dekh rahi hun… nahi nahi sab badhiya hai… cottage kitna sundar hai… das-pandrah minute mein neeche aa jaungi… haan bilkul fikr mat karna… love you too… good night…”


Baat karte hue Davendra ne use paas kheencha aur gardan par narmi se chuma, phir honth (dheeme, malikana kiss). Uske haath kabhi nahi ruke: jaanghen masalte, kamar dabate, woh badi gaand jaise ab uski property ho, masalte rahe.







Mom phone mein muskurati rahi, dad ko “hmm” aur “haan jaanu” bolti rahi jabki doosra mard uske jism se khel raha tha.
Main Davendra par kaanp raha tha gusse se.








Is aadmi ne abhi meri maa ko kachcha choda tha, rand ki tarah cheekhne par majboor kiya tha, aur ab pati se dhokha karne wali biwi se meethi meethi baat karte waqt apna haq jata raha tha. Use bilkul pata tha woh kya kar raha hai (dikhata ja raha tha ab woh kiski hai, dad ko bewakoof banate hue neeche intezar karte hue).


Mom ne phone rakh diya aur qehqeh laga kar Davendra ki gardan mein muh chhupaya.
“Wahan neeche achha baccha intezar kar raha hai, meri fikr mein.”
Davendra ne smirk maara aur gaand aakhri baar zor se dabaya.


“Aur tu yahan meri bilkul buri ladki ban rahi hai. Perfect arrangement.”
Main wardrobe ki andheri mein baitha raha, chupke chupke aansu beh rahe the, dekhta raha jis aurat ko main maa kehta tha woh apne naye yaar ko kiss kar rahi thi jaise raat kabhi khatam na ho.