03-12-2025, 10:51 PM
Maine email teen baar padha aur har baar delight mein jacked off kar diya. Thoda jealous bhi feel ho raha tha ki Menaka ab Dara ke saath pehle se zyada emotionally involved ho gayi hai. Lekin maine khud ko samjhaya ki yeh toh hona hi tha. Mera dhyan zyada tha uss super kinky development pe ki meri wife poora din watchman ki jhopdi mein almost nangi, sirf bra mein guzaarti hai.
Poora din main sochta raha ki ab aage kya karna hai. Ek chhota sa plan dimag mein banne laga. Usko action mein laane ke liye main apne colleague Zhang ke paas gaya, jo computer ka bada whiz tha.
Shaam ko India time Menaka ko phone kiya. Usne turant uthaya.
"Kahan the itne der?" usne impatient hoke poocha.
"Sorry honey, yahan kaam bahut busy chal raha hai," maine bola. "Skype pe aa jaogi?"
"Okay," usne kaha.
Jaise hi Skype connect hua, maine dekhte hi smile kar di.
"Arre wah! Nice! New haircut!" maine bola. Uske baal toh hamesha long straight hi rehte the, aaj wavier aur classy styled lag rahe the.
"Email padha?" usne poocha.
"Obviously! Bahut hot tha!"
"Tujhe bura laga?"
"Bilkul nahi, main toh full turned on hoon. To aaj raat wahi final night hai na?"
"Haan, Rahil ke parents aaye the, Ayan ko le gaye thodi der pehle."
"Tum dono lovebirds poora din kya karte rahe?"
"Prakash! Aisi baatein mat karo na!" woh sharma gayi.
"New haircut toh clearly aaj raat ke liye karwaya hai."
"Nahi yaar, bas aise hi coincidence hai," woh convincing nahi lag rahi thi. "Waise bhi hum poora din nahi mile. Main ghar ke kaam mein busy thi aur uski day duty thi taaki raat free rahe."
"Kab aa raha hai woh?"
"Der raat mein, jab building mein sab so jaayenge."
"Toh... aaj all the way jaane ka plan hai kya?"
"I... don’t know," Menaka ne uncertain awaaz mein bola.
Pehli baar usne mere intercourse wale teasing ka jawab gussa karke nahi diya.
"Tujhe pata hai na main mind nahi karunga agar tum kar bhi lo."
"I know..." woh soch mein doob gayi.
"Puri raat rahega ya few hours? Banke bhi saath aayega kya?"
Woh kuch nahi boli, bas lost si nazron se mujhe dekhti rahi.
"Prakash..."
"Yes sweety?"
"Mujhe aise baat karne mein weird lag raha hai, nervous ho rahi hoon."
"I understand."
"Shayad better hai main email hi likh doon jaise last time."
"Okay."
"Tujhe theek lagega na?"
"Of course yaar."
"I love you Prakash, tu best hai!"
Usne screen ki taraf flying kiss maari.
"Jaane se pehle ek kaam karna padega Menaka."
"Bol?"
"Main tujhe ek file email kar raha hoon. Download karke install kar dena. Company ka new database system hai, engineering telemetry sync karta hai. Isse mujhe ghar pe bhi kuch info ka access mil jaayega."
"Oh okay."
"Thoda time lagega install hone mein, phir auto update chalta rahega 2–3 ghante. Bas computer on chhod dena."
"Alright," usne kaha.
Skype call end hote hi main jaldi-jaldi next do din ka saara pending work khatam karne laga. Boss ko bol diya tha personal day chahiye. Jab finally sab finish karke cabin mein wapas aaya toh ek ghanta upar nikal chuka tha.
Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Maine Zhang ka email khola instructions ke saath. VPN login kiya aur step-by-step follow karne laga. Uski request simple thi: mujhe remotely ghar ke webcam ka access chahiye tha kyunki mujhe lag raha tha wife cheating kar rahi hai. Zhang khud cuckold bana tha aur biwi ne chhod diya tha, toh woh full josh mein help kar raha tha.
Bahut der laga feel hua lekin sirf 15 minute mein main andar ghus gaya, uss software ki wajah se jo Menaka ne bewakoofi mein install kar diya tha. Aur meri screen bedroom ke live view se bhar gayi.
Room khali aur andhera tha. Clock check kiya, Bombay mein 9:30 PM honge. Zhang ne jo night vision filter diya tha laga diya, screen green shades mein badal gaya. Room sach mein khali tha. Green light mein bed aur furniture saaf dikh rahe the.
Volume full kar diya aur sound enhancement filter laga diya. Door se living room se TV ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Guess kiya Menaka apni routine ke hisaab se TV dekh rahi hogi. Usne bola bhi tha Dara der raat ke pehle nahi aayega.
Mujhe pata tha spying mein patience chahiye. Screen on chhoda, book uthayi aur padhne laga.
Adha ghanta padh hi raha tha ki suddenly screen bright ho gaya. Menaka bedroom mein aayi aur light on kar di. Maine apni gorgeous wife ko dekhta raha jaise woh room mein idhar-udhar ghum rahi thi, bilkul unaware ki main dekh raha hoon. Woh wahi salwar-kameez mein thi. Webcam aur monitor ke saamne se guzar gayi, matlab Zhang ne sahi kaha tha, sirf screensaver on tha.
Dekhta raha jaise Menaka bedroom thoda sa set kar rahi thi, sheets fold, kapde utha rahi thi. Saath hi kuch tune bhi hum kar rahi thi. Thodi der mein phone baja. Usne dekha, smile ki aur uthaya.
"Hello ji..."
Dusre side kuch bola, woh hansi. Mujhe shock laga ki kitni young aur excited teen jaise behave kar rahi thi. Agle kuch minute woh mirror ke saamne khud ko dekhti rahi phone pe baat karte hue. Obviously main sirf uski side sun raha tha, doosra side guess karna pad raha tha.
"Yes 12:30 theek hai... haan... knock karne ki zaroorat nahi, missed call de dena main door khula chhod dungi."
"Don't be silly," aur lambi collegegirl waali giggle.
"Dinner kiya? Main kuch bana doon?"
"Uske liye ingredients nahi hain shayad."
"Haan woh toh bana sakti hoon."
"Abhi kya pehna hai socho?"
"Hehe, sapne mein hi dekho."
"NO! NO! Banke ko mat laana! Ek baar uska suck kiya tha, usko wahi kaafi hai!"
Yeh mere liye breaking news thi. Is baare mein toh bataya hi nahi tha. Socha shayad jaan-boojhkar chhupaya ya bhool gayi.
"Okay ab ready hona hai... haan abhi... haan haan! Phone rakh rahi hoon."
Phone kaat diya aur bed pe rakh diya. Phir main seedha baith gaya kyunki woh kapde utarne lagi. Itne saalon ki shaadi ke baad bhi meri busty wife ka strip dekh ke full boner aa jaata hai. Poori nangi ho gayi, towel uthaya, bathroom ki taraf chali, uski badi gol ass gracefully swing kar rahi thi. Bathroom mein jaane se pehle nightstand se ek chhota plastic bag uthaya aur saath le gayi.
Main patiently baitha raha shower khatam hone ka wait karte hue. Minute guzarte gaye, aaj zyada time le rahi thi. Almost half hour baad wapas aayi aur dekhte hi dobara boner ho gaya.
Meri wife bilkul nangi bahar nikli, bade-bade boobs har step pe upar-neeche. Towel sirf baalon pe lapeta tha. Kadmon mein jaise spring aa gaya tha. Bed cross kar ke closet ke paas webcam ke bilkul saamne se guzri, main shock se chillaya! Agar meri awaaz sun leti toh darr jaati.
Lekin main toh shocked tha. Jab woh paas se guzri, dekha meri wife ki chut completely clean-shaven thi! Menaka ke paas waise bhi zyada hairy bush nahi tha aur kabhi shave nahi kiya tha. Maine kabhi bola bhi nahi, woh traditional aur sharmili thi. Pakka yaad tha bathroom jaate waqt bush tha. Matlab itna time isiliye laga, chut shave kar rahi thi apni.
Yeh confirm ho gaya jab woh mirror ke paas gayi, fingers labia pe rakh ke apni bald chut check karne lagi. Do-chaar baal reh gaye the jo miss ho gaye the. Tezi se bathroom mein gayi, razor haath mein liya, ek taang dressing table pe rakh ke carefully chut pe razor chalane lagi. Yeh private moment dekh ke main almost jhadne wala tha.
Menaka finally apni chut se satisfied lag rahi thi. Razor side rakh diya, towel baalon se khola, jhuk kar baal ponchhne lagi. Uske bade-bade boobs pendulum ki tarah swing kar rahe the aur jhukne ki wajah se gaand bahut hi inviting lag rahi thi. Mann kiya screen ke andar ghus ke abhi mount kar doon.
Phir hair-dryer uthaya aur naye styled baalon pe kaam karne lagi. Usse pehle ek nayi white lace wali panty aur matching bra pehen li. Baal dry karne ke baad thoda basic make-up lagaya aur laal saari pehen li, bilkul nayi dulhan jaise.
Main chair pe uncomfortable shift kar raha tha. Itne saalon ki biwi screen pe nayi dulhan banke taiyaar ho rahi thi, woh bhi hamare neeche ke watchman ke liye. Woh aadmi jo sirf ek fold kiya 100-rupaye ka note chut mein ghused kar uska lover ban gaya tha. Jiske saath almost sab kuch ho chuka tha aur aaj final frontier bhi cross hone wala tha.
Menaka ready hui, lights off karke bedroom se nikal gayi. Enhanced filter se TV ki awaaz phir se aane lagi. Phir kitchen se bartan ki khad-khad. Lagta tha TV dekhte hue khana bana rahi hai.
Agla do-teen ghanta bahut slowly guzre, main computer ke saamne chipka baitha tha. Dil excitement se zor-zor se dhadak raha tha ki ab kya-kya dekhne ko milega. Lekin Manila mein raat ke teen baj rahe the aur poora din ka thaka hua tha. Kab neend lag gayi pata hi nahi chala.
“I can’t find them!”
Ek zor ki awaaz se aankh khuli. Aankhen malte hue dekha, Dara hamara buddha watchman bilkul nanga mere closet ke saamne khada tha. Uski nangi body dekh ke socha kitna miss ho gaya. Clock dekha, barely 12:35 hue the.
“Wahan hi hai!” Menaka bedroom mein aayi aur jeebh chabaayi.
Dekha woh ab bhi poori dressed thi, lekin woh nanga. Closet se towel nikaal ke diya. Dete waqt usne Dara ke semi-erect mota lund pe ek quick glance maari aur sharma gayi. Lagta tha woh phir se nahane ja raha tha jaise pehle din.
“Tere pati kapde pehen sakta hoon? Mere toh gande hain,” usne bola.
“Pehen sakta hai,” Menaka ne mere kapdon ki taraf dekha. “Lekin woh tujhse bahut lamba-chauda hai.”
“And yet yahan main uski biwi ke saath khel raha hoon,” Dara ne kaha, Menaka ki kamar mein haath daal ke gaand daboch li.
“Hehe,” Menaka hansi. “Yeh pehen le?”
Usne mere pasandida expensive golden robe nikaala. Mere dil mein chhurri chali ki yeh ganda buddha mere robe mein.
“Hmm theek hai. Waise bhi zyada der kapde pehnne ka plan nahi hai,” woh hasa. “Waise tune itna sajne-dhajne ka effort liya, bahut achha laga.”
Woh blouse ke upar hi cleavage mein muh daal ke boobs soonghne laga, phir bathroom chala gaya. Menaka kitchen mein wapas.
Das minute baad Dara mere robe mein bahar aaya lekin khula hua. Lund ab aur hard tha, patla sa body paani se chamak raha tha. Mirror ke saamne ruk kar apni body admire karne laga, muscles flex kiye, pet pe haath phera. Phir mere perfume utha ke poore body pe udel diye.
“Dinner ready hai!” Menaka ki awaaz kitchen se aayi.
“Aa raha hoon memsaab!” Dara mirror mein khud ko dekh ke muskuraya aur bahar nikal gaya.
Main seat ke kinare pe baitha empty bedroom dekhta raha aur jo bhi awaaz aati sunta raha. TV band ho gaya tha. Plates-bartan ki awaazen aayi. Phir halki-halki baatcheet. Dono dinner kar rahe the.
Dining table pe baithi Menaka ne jaan-boojh kar pallu ko dheela chhod diya. Jyon hi woh roti todne ko jhuki, blouse ka gala aur khul gaya, do bade-bade boobs ekdum saaf nazar aa gaye. Nipples blouse ke cloth se dikh rahe the, jaise bol rahe hon “bas ek chhoot mein aazaad kar do”.
Dara ki aankhein chamak gayi. Usne bina kuch bole apni chair Menaka ke bilkul saath kheench li, dono ki jaanghein chipak gayi.
“Arre… itna door kyun baith gaye the pehle?” Menaka ne sharmaate hue kaha aur ek roti ka tukda sabzi laga kar Dara ke muh ke paas le gayi.
Dara ne tukda nahi liya, seedha Menaka ki ungliyaan muh mein daal li aur choosne laga. “Sabzi se zyada toh teri ungliyaan tasty hain.”
Menaka hansi aur usne bhi ek tukda uthaya. Dara ne muh khola, lekin tukda side kiya aur Menaka ke honthon pe lamba sa kiss kar diya. Zubaan andar, geela-geela kiss. Menaka ki saans phool gayi.
Kiss todte hi Dara ka haath Menaka ke pallu pe gaya, dheere se poora side kar diya. Ab blouse ke andar bade-bade boobs saaf dikh rahe the.
“Ab khana achhe se dikhai de raha hai,” Dara ne kaha aur ek haath se Menaka ki kamar pakad kar khud ke aur kheench liya.
Menaka ne bhi naughty smile di aur Dara ke muh mein sabzi daalne ke bahane uske honthon pe phir kiss kar diya. Dono ab khana bhool chuke the, bas ek-doosre ko khila rahe the aur beech-beech mein kiss.
Dara ne dheere se saari ke pleats se pin nikaali, ek haath se hi saari ko kholne laga. Menaka ne madhosh aankhon se dekha aur resist nahi kiya. Saari poori khul gayi aur zameen pe gir gayi.
Ab Menaka sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi.
Dara ne phir se kiss kiya aur petticoat ka naada kheench diya. Naada khula, petticoat dheela. Usne ek haath se hi petticoat neeche saraka diya. Ab Menaka sirf black lace bra aur chhoti si panty mein dining chair pe baithi thi, saans tez, boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the.
“Bas ho gaya khana?” Menaka ne dheeme se poocha.
“Khana toh abhi shuru hoga,” Dara ne kaha, utha aur Menaka ko god mein utha liya.
15 minute... 30 minute... 45 minute... darr lag raha tha ki kahin living room mein hi sab ho gaya toh main kuch nahi dekh paunga. Aur waise hi hone laga. Baatcheet band, sirf kabhi-kabhi Menaka ki chhoti si hasi.
Main frustration mein khali bedroom ko ghoor raha tha, imagine kar raha tha kya ho raha hoga. Biwi ki saari nikal chuki? Chud gayi? Bedroom kyun nahi aa rahe?
Tabhi meri dua kabul hui.
Dara bedroom mein aaya, Menaka ko godi mein uthaaye. Saari, petticoat, blouse sab utaar chuka tha. Menaka sirf fancy lacy bra-panty mein uski god mein latak rahi thi. Dara ne mera robe pehna tha lekin bandha hua tha. Bed tak gaya aur Menaka ko bed pe phenk diya.
“Abhi aaya,” chhoti ungli dikha ke bathroom chala gaya.
Sirf underwear mein Menaka ne sar hilaaya aur baith gayi.
Menaka bed se utri, mirror mein khud ko dekha. Chehre pe nervous expression tha. Haath pet, sides aur gaand pe pherne lagi. Phir room mein deep breaths lete hue nervous walk karne lagi. Wapas mirror pe aayi, panty ka front neeche karke nayi shaved chut pe fingers ghumayi. Phir back neeche ki, bilkul nangi gaand dikha di mujhe aur cabaret dancer jaise hips hilaaye. Uski creamy gol gaand dekh ke lund khada ho gaya.
“Shit, main kya kar rahi hoon?” usne whisper kiya lekin mujhe saaf sunai diya. Phir panty upar ki.
Nervous hoke bed ke kinare webcam ki taraf face karke baith gayi. Soch mein doobi hui. Maine uski smooth nangi taange aur bra mein bade boobs dekhe, woh kabhi-kabhi darr ke saath saans chhodti thi. Right leg left pe chadhaayi, right elbow knee pe tikaya, khali nazron se dekhti rahi, dusra haath naye baalon pe pher rahi thi.
“Kya kar rahi hoon main Prakash? Paagal ho gayi hoon kya? Tu mujhse nafrat toh nahi karega?”
Yeh seedha webcam ki taraf dekh ke boli. Ek second laga jaise usko pata chal gaya ki main dekh raha hoon. Lekin phir nazren hata li aur khud se baat karti rahi.
“I love you, umeed hai tu mujhse nafrat nahi karega. Sach mein control nahi ho raha. Bhagwan, shayad isko bhej hi doon!”
Nervousness mein right ungli chabane lagi.
“Haan, bhej dungi,” khud ko convince kar rahi thi.
Tabhi bathroom ka darwaza khula aur Dara bahar aaya. Robe ab khula hua tha, lund almost poora khada.
“Kya bol rahi thi?” bed ke paas aake baith gaya, ek ghutna mod kar.
“Kuch nahi,” Menaka ne baal ungli pe lapet liye.
Dara ne right haath uske kandhe pe daala aur kiss ke liye kheencha. Menaka ne lips khol diye aur kiss karne lagi. Dara ka left haath bra ke upar se boobs dabane laga. Menaka ka body ab bhi thoda stiff tha. Haath bandhe hue the, kiss kar rahi thi lekin nervous lag rahi thi.
Dara dheere-dheere kiss karta raha, kandhe aur boobs sehlata raha. Dheere-dheere Menaka relax hone lagi. Right haath uske bazu pe rakh ke sehlane lagi. Kuch second baad haath neeche slip hua aur lund pakad liya, Dara siski bhara. Lekin jaldi haath hata liya aur robe ke upar se taange sehlane lagi.
Enhancer filter ki wajah se kissing ki awaaz bahut zor se aa rahi thi. Ek zor ka smooch ke baad Dara ne sar neeche kiya aur neck pe kiss karne laga.
“Mmmmmm... ooooooo...” Menaka high pitch mein moan karne lagi, left haath uske baalon mein.
Dara ka left haath bra ke andar ghus gaya aur right boob ko zor se masalne laga.
“Aaaah!” Menaka chillayi jab usne nipple kaat liya.
“I love your tits yaar!” Dara ne ghutti awaaz mein bola.
Uske haath boobs se khelte rahe, Menaka ne uske hoth wapas kheench liye. Dono wild teenagers ki tarah kiss karne lage, sar idhar-udhar, haath sab jagah. Menaka ka right haath taang se chest pe gaya, baalon wala chest sehlane lagi. Phir gale mein baahen daal ke zor se kiss kiya. Phir kiss toda aur sar neeche karke uska hairy chest kiss karne lagi. Dara ne uske sar ko kiss kiya aur baal sehlaaye.
“New haircut mere liye karwaya?” usne poocha.
“Hmmm...” Menaka boli, muh robe ke lapels mein chhupa hua, chest chaat rahi thi.
Menaka ka muh dheere-dheere neeche ja raha tha. Chest ke baal soonghti-kiss karti rahi, pet, phir suddenly aur neeche jhuk gayi aur maine dekha meri biwi ke masoom hoth watchman ke mota lund ke supade pe, aur chhoti ungliyaan base pe lapet gayi.
“No hands!” Dara peeche tilt hua aur strict awaaz mein bola.
Main shocked aur excited dono tha dekh ke meri wife ne turant obey kiya. Dono haath uski taangon pe rakh diye, gaand thodi peeche karke kamar se zyada jhuk gayi. Sar upar-neeche hone laga, pro level blowjob de rahi thi. Yeh scene revelation tha, mujhe toh kabhi aisa passionate blowjob nahi mila aur watchman ko yeh dusra-teesra nahi pata kitna wa mila.
“I love your garam muh memsaab darling!” bola, phir bra cups se boobs bahar nikaal ke, “aur yeh bade-bade jugs toh waise bhi!”
Screen pe full trashy scene chal raha tha. Maine zoom kiya. Menaka ke nipples Dara ke ghutno se ragad rahe the jab woh mota lund choos rahi thi. Woh moan kar raha tha aur uske nange bazu sehla raha tha.
Jab Dara ne “No hands!” bola, Menaka ne ek second ke liye bhi nahi socha. Uske naram haath turant peeche hat gaye, dono taangon pe tik gaye. Ab sirf uska muh aur zubaan kaam kar rahe the.
Woh dheere se supade pe kiss kiya, phir zubaan se chaatne lagi jaise ice-cream ho. Topa laal ho chuka tha, chamak raha tha Menaka ke thook se. Usne muh khola aur ekdum dheere andar liya, itna mota tha ki uske honthon ko poora stretch kar diya.
Dara ne aankhein band kar li aur dheeme se siski bhari, “Haaaye… memsaab… kitna garam muh hai tera.”
Menaka ne sar upar neeche karna shuru kiya. Pehle sirf supada andar-bahar, phir thoda aur andar, phir aur… ab poora lund uske muh mein ghusta ja raha tha, har baar gale tak pahunchta. Har dhakke pe “glug… glug… glug…” ki awaaz aa rahi thi, thook uske muh ke kinaare se tapak raha tha, chin pe gir raha tha, boobs pe bhi tapak raha tha.
Usne apni zubaan ko lund ke neeche ghumana shuru kiya, jaise koi snake lapet rahi ho. Kabhi supade ko zor se choosti, kabhi poore lund ko gale tak le leti aur wahi rok ke gale se pressure deti. Dara ki taangein kaanpne lagi.
“Fuck… kya garam maal hai tu,” Dara ne danton se bola aur uske sar ko pakad ke khud thoda thrust karne laga.
Menaka ki aankhein pani se bhar gayi, mascara thoda beh gaya, lekin woh ruki nahi. Balki usne apni gaand aur upar utha li taaki aur gehra le sake. Ab har baar jab lund gale tak jaata, uski naak Dara ke pet se takra rahi thi, baal wala pet.
Thook ab dhaar ban gaya tha. Menaka ke boobs poore geele ho chuke the, nipples ekdum tight. Woh khud hi ek haath se apni panty ke andar haath daal ke chut sehlane lagi (itna garam ho chuki thi).
Dara ne uske baal pakad ke sar upar kheench diya ekdum, lund muh se nikaala, ek laal-dhaari si lag gayi Menaka ke honthon pe. Phir usne lund ko Menaka ke gaal pe thapthapaya, thook se chip-chip kiya.
“Bol… kiska lund hai yeh?” Dara ne poocha.
Menaka saans phoolte hue, thook se geele honthon se boli, “Aapka…mere watchman ka…”
Phir bina wait kiye usne khud hi muh khola aur dobara andar le liya, is baar aur tez, aur gehra. Ab woh khud hi sar hila rahi thi jaise machine, “glug-glug-glug-glug” awaaz poore room mein goonj rahi thi.
Dara ki saans tez ho gayi, usne aankhein band kar li aur dheeme se bola, “Bas… ab nikaal… warna muh mein hi jhad jaunga.”
Menaka ne ek last baar poora lund andar liya, gale mein rok ke 5 second tak dabaya, phir dheere se bahar nikala. Lund ab ekdum chamak raha tha, poora thook se latha-path.
Usne zubaan nikaal ke supade ko ek lambi chaat maari aur muskurate hue upar dekha, “Ab batao… dessert kaisa laga?”
Poora din main sochta raha ki ab aage kya karna hai. Ek chhota sa plan dimag mein banne laga. Usko action mein laane ke liye main apne colleague Zhang ke paas gaya, jo computer ka bada whiz tha.
Shaam ko India time Menaka ko phone kiya. Usne turant uthaya.
"Kahan the itne der?" usne impatient hoke poocha.
"Sorry honey, yahan kaam bahut busy chal raha hai," maine bola. "Skype pe aa jaogi?"
"Okay," usne kaha.
Jaise hi Skype connect hua, maine dekhte hi smile kar di.
"Arre wah! Nice! New haircut!" maine bola. Uske baal toh hamesha long straight hi rehte the, aaj wavier aur classy styled lag rahe the.
"Email padha?" usne poocha.
"Obviously! Bahut hot tha!"
"Tujhe bura laga?"
"Bilkul nahi, main toh full turned on hoon. To aaj raat wahi final night hai na?"
"Haan, Rahil ke parents aaye the, Ayan ko le gaye thodi der pehle."
"Tum dono lovebirds poora din kya karte rahe?"
"Prakash! Aisi baatein mat karo na!" woh sharma gayi.
"New haircut toh clearly aaj raat ke liye karwaya hai."
"Nahi yaar, bas aise hi coincidence hai," woh convincing nahi lag rahi thi. "Waise bhi hum poora din nahi mile. Main ghar ke kaam mein busy thi aur uski day duty thi taaki raat free rahe."
"Kab aa raha hai woh?"
"Der raat mein, jab building mein sab so jaayenge."
"Toh... aaj all the way jaane ka plan hai kya?"
"I... don’t know," Menaka ne uncertain awaaz mein bola.
Pehli baar usne mere intercourse wale teasing ka jawab gussa karke nahi diya.
"Tujhe pata hai na main mind nahi karunga agar tum kar bhi lo."
"I know..." woh soch mein doob gayi.
"Puri raat rahega ya few hours? Banke bhi saath aayega kya?"
Woh kuch nahi boli, bas lost si nazron se mujhe dekhti rahi.
"Prakash..."
"Yes sweety?"
"Mujhe aise baat karne mein weird lag raha hai, nervous ho rahi hoon."
"I understand."
"Shayad better hai main email hi likh doon jaise last time."
"Okay."
"Tujhe theek lagega na?"
"Of course yaar."
"I love you Prakash, tu best hai!"
Usne screen ki taraf flying kiss maari.
"Jaane se pehle ek kaam karna padega Menaka."
"Bol?"
"Main tujhe ek file email kar raha hoon. Download karke install kar dena. Company ka new database system hai, engineering telemetry sync karta hai. Isse mujhe ghar pe bhi kuch info ka access mil jaayega."
"Oh okay."
"Thoda time lagega install hone mein, phir auto update chalta rahega 2–3 ghante. Bas computer on chhod dena."
"Alright," usne kaha.
Skype call end hote hi main jaldi-jaldi next do din ka saara pending work khatam karne laga. Boss ko bol diya tha personal day chahiye. Jab finally sab finish karke cabin mein wapas aaya toh ek ghanta upar nikal chuka tha.
Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Maine Zhang ka email khola instructions ke saath. VPN login kiya aur step-by-step follow karne laga. Uski request simple thi: mujhe remotely ghar ke webcam ka access chahiye tha kyunki mujhe lag raha tha wife cheating kar rahi hai. Zhang khud cuckold bana tha aur biwi ne chhod diya tha, toh woh full josh mein help kar raha tha.
Bahut der laga feel hua lekin sirf 15 minute mein main andar ghus gaya, uss software ki wajah se jo Menaka ne bewakoofi mein install kar diya tha. Aur meri screen bedroom ke live view se bhar gayi.
Room khali aur andhera tha. Clock check kiya, Bombay mein 9:30 PM honge. Zhang ne jo night vision filter diya tha laga diya, screen green shades mein badal gaya. Room sach mein khali tha. Green light mein bed aur furniture saaf dikh rahe the.
Volume full kar diya aur sound enhancement filter laga diya. Door se living room se TV ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Guess kiya Menaka apni routine ke hisaab se TV dekh rahi hogi. Usne bola bhi tha Dara der raat ke pehle nahi aayega.
Mujhe pata tha spying mein patience chahiye. Screen on chhoda, book uthayi aur padhne laga.
Adha ghanta padh hi raha tha ki suddenly screen bright ho gaya. Menaka bedroom mein aayi aur light on kar di. Maine apni gorgeous wife ko dekhta raha jaise woh room mein idhar-udhar ghum rahi thi, bilkul unaware ki main dekh raha hoon. Woh wahi salwar-kameez mein thi. Webcam aur monitor ke saamne se guzar gayi, matlab Zhang ne sahi kaha tha, sirf screensaver on tha.
Dekhta raha jaise Menaka bedroom thoda sa set kar rahi thi, sheets fold, kapde utha rahi thi. Saath hi kuch tune bhi hum kar rahi thi. Thodi der mein phone baja. Usne dekha, smile ki aur uthaya.
"Hello ji..."
Dusre side kuch bola, woh hansi. Mujhe shock laga ki kitni young aur excited teen jaise behave kar rahi thi. Agle kuch minute woh mirror ke saamne khud ko dekhti rahi phone pe baat karte hue. Obviously main sirf uski side sun raha tha, doosra side guess karna pad raha tha.
"Yes 12:30 theek hai... haan... knock karne ki zaroorat nahi, missed call de dena main door khula chhod dungi."
"Don't be silly," aur lambi collegegirl waali giggle.
"Dinner kiya? Main kuch bana doon?"
"Uske liye ingredients nahi hain shayad."
"Haan woh toh bana sakti hoon."
"Abhi kya pehna hai socho?"
"Hehe, sapne mein hi dekho."
"NO! NO! Banke ko mat laana! Ek baar uska suck kiya tha, usko wahi kaafi hai!"
Yeh mere liye breaking news thi. Is baare mein toh bataya hi nahi tha. Socha shayad jaan-boojhkar chhupaya ya bhool gayi.
"Okay ab ready hona hai... haan abhi... haan haan! Phone rakh rahi hoon."
Phone kaat diya aur bed pe rakh diya. Phir main seedha baith gaya kyunki woh kapde utarne lagi. Itne saalon ki shaadi ke baad bhi meri busty wife ka strip dekh ke full boner aa jaata hai. Poori nangi ho gayi, towel uthaya, bathroom ki taraf chali, uski badi gol ass gracefully swing kar rahi thi. Bathroom mein jaane se pehle nightstand se ek chhota plastic bag uthaya aur saath le gayi.
Main patiently baitha raha shower khatam hone ka wait karte hue. Minute guzarte gaye, aaj zyada time le rahi thi. Almost half hour baad wapas aayi aur dekhte hi dobara boner ho gaya.
Meri wife bilkul nangi bahar nikli, bade-bade boobs har step pe upar-neeche. Towel sirf baalon pe lapeta tha. Kadmon mein jaise spring aa gaya tha. Bed cross kar ke closet ke paas webcam ke bilkul saamne se guzri, main shock se chillaya! Agar meri awaaz sun leti toh darr jaati.
Lekin main toh shocked tha. Jab woh paas se guzri, dekha meri wife ki chut completely clean-shaven thi! Menaka ke paas waise bhi zyada hairy bush nahi tha aur kabhi shave nahi kiya tha. Maine kabhi bola bhi nahi, woh traditional aur sharmili thi. Pakka yaad tha bathroom jaate waqt bush tha. Matlab itna time isiliye laga, chut shave kar rahi thi apni.
Yeh confirm ho gaya jab woh mirror ke paas gayi, fingers labia pe rakh ke apni bald chut check karne lagi. Do-chaar baal reh gaye the jo miss ho gaye the. Tezi se bathroom mein gayi, razor haath mein liya, ek taang dressing table pe rakh ke carefully chut pe razor chalane lagi. Yeh private moment dekh ke main almost jhadne wala tha.
Menaka finally apni chut se satisfied lag rahi thi. Razor side rakh diya, towel baalon se khola, jhuk kar baal ponchhne lagi. Uske bade-bade boobs pendulum ki tarah swing kar rahe the aur jhukne ki wajah se gaand bahut hi inviting lag rahi thi. Mann kiya screen ke andar ghus ke abhi mount kar doon.
Phir hair-dryer uthaya aur naye styled baalon pe kaam karne lagi. Usse pehle ek nayi white lace wali panty aur matching bra pehen li. Baal dry karne ke baad thoda basic make-up lagaya aur laal saari pehen li, bilkul nayi dulhan jaise.
Main chair pe uncomfortable shift kar raha tha. Itne saalon ki biwi screen pe nayi dulhan banke taiyaar ho rahi thi, woh bhi hamare neeche ke watchman ke liye. Woh aadmi jo sirf ek fold kiya 100-rupaye ka note chut mein ghused kar uska lover ban gaya tha. Jiske saath almost sab kuch ho chuka tha aur aaj final frontier bhi cross hone wala tha.
Menaka ready hui, lights off karke bedroom se nikal gayi. Enhanced filter se TV ki awaaz phir se aane lagi. Phir kitchen se bartan ki khad-khad. Lagta tha TV dekhte hue khana bana rahi hai.
Agla do-teen ghanta bahut slowly guzre, main computer ke saamne chipka baitha tha. Dil excitement se zor-zor se dhadak raha tha ki ab kya-kya dekhne ko milega. Lekin Manila mein raat ke teen baj rahe the aur poora din ka thaka hua tha. Kab neend lag gayi pata hi nahi chala.
“I can’t find them!”
Ek zor ki awaaz se aankh khuli. Aankhen malte hue dekha, Dara hamara buddha watchman bilkul nanga mere closet ke saamne khada tha. Uski nangi body dekh ke socha kitna miss ho gaya. Clock dekha, barely 12:35 hue the.
“Wahan hi hai!” Menaka bedroom mein aayi aur jeebh chabaayi.
Dekha woh ab bhi poori dressed thi, lekin woh nanga. Closet se towel nikaal ke diya. Dete waqt usne Dara ke semi-erect mota lund pe ek quick glance maari aur sharma gayi. Lagta tha woh phir se nahane ja raha tha jaise pehle din.
“Tere pati kapde pehen sakta hoon? Mere toh gande hain,” usne bola.
“Pehen sakta hai,” Menaka ne mere kapdon ki taraf dekha. “Lekin woh tujhse bahut lamba-chauda hai.”
“And yet yahan main uski biwi ke saath khel raha hoon,” Dara ne kaha, Menaka ki kamar mein haath daal ke gaand daboch li.
“Hehe,” Menaka hansi. “Yeh pehen le?”
Usne mere pasandida expensive golden robe nikaala. Mere dil mein chhurri chali ki yeh ganda buddha mere robe mein.
“Hmm theek hai. Waise bhi zyada der kapde pehnne ka plan nahi hai,” woh hasa. “Waise tune itna sajne-dhajne ka effort liya, bahut achha laga.”
Woh blouse ke upar hi cleavage mein muh daal ke boobs soonghne laga, phir bathroom chala gaya. Menaka kitchen mein wapas.
Das minute baad Dara mere robe mein bahar aaya lekin khula hua. Lund ab aur hard tha, patla sa body paani se chamak raha tha. Mirror ke saamne ruk kar apni body admire karne laga, muscles flex kiye, pet pe haath phera. Phir mere perfume utha ke poore body pe udel diye.
“Dinner ready hai!” Menaka ki awaaz kitchen se aayi.
“Aa raha hoon memsaab!” Dara mirror mein khud ko dekh ke muskuraya aur bahar nikal gaya.
Main seat ke kinare pe baitha empty bedroom dekhta raha aur jo bhi awaaz aati sunta raha. TV band ho gaya tha. Plates-bartan ki awaazen aayi. Phir halki-halki baatcheet. Dono dinner kar rahe the.
Dining table pe baithi Menaka ne jaan-boojh kar pallu ko dheela chhod diya. Jyon hi woh roti todne ko jhuki, blouse ka gala aur khul gaya, do bade-bade boobs ekdum saaf nazar aa gaye. Nipples blouse ke cloth se dikh rahe the, jaise bol rahe hon “bas ek chhoot mein aazaad kar do”.
Dara ki aankhein chamak gayi. Usne bina kuch bole apni chair Menaka ke bilkul saath kheench li, dono ki jaanghein chipak gayi.
“Arre… itna door kyun baith gaye the pehle?” Menaka ne sharmaate hue kaha aur ek roti ka tukda sabzi laga kar Dara ke muh ke paas le gayi.
Dara ne tukda nahi liya, seedha Menaka ki ungliyaan muh mein daal li aur choosne laga. “Sabzi se zyada toh teri ungliyaan tasty hain.”
Menaka hansi aur usne bhi ek tukda uthaya. Dara ne muh khola, lekin tukda side kiya aur Menaka ke honthon pe lamba sa kiss kar diya. Zubaan andar, geela-geela kiss. Menaka ki saans phool gayi.
Kiss todte hi Dara ka haath Menaka ke pallu pe gaya, dheere se poora side kar diya. Ab blouse ke andar bade-bade boobs saaf dikh rahe the.
“Ab khana achhe se dikhai de raha hai,” Dara ne kaha aur ek haath se Menaka ki kamar pakad kar khud ke aur kheench liya.
Menaka ne bhi naughty smile di aur Dara ke muh mein sabzi daalne ke bahane uske honthon pe phir kiss kar diya. Dono ab khana bhool chuke the, bas ek-doosre ko khila rahe the aur beech-beech mein kiss.
Dara ne dheere se saari ke pleats se pin nikaali, ek haath se hi saari ko kholne laga. Menaka ne madhosh aankhon se dekha aur resist nahi kiya. Saari poori khul gayi aur zameen pe gir gayi.
Ab Menaka sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi.
Dara ne phir se kiss kiya aur petticoat ka naada kheench diya. Naada khula, petticoat dheela. Usne ek haath se hi petticoat neeche saraka diya. Ab Menaka sirf black lace bra aur chhoti si panty mein dining chair pe baithi thi, saans tez, boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the.
“Bas ho gaya khana?” Menaka ne dheeme se poocha.
“Khana toh abhi shuru hoga,” Dara ne kaha, utha aur Menaka ko god mein utha liya.
15 minute... 30 minute... 45 minute... darr lag raha tha ki kahin living room mein hi sab ho gaya toh main kuch nahi dekh paunga. Aur waise hi hone laga. Baatcheet band, sirf kabhi-kabhi Menaka ki chhoti si hasi.
Main frustration mein khali bedroom ko ghoor raha tha, imagine kar raha tha kya ho raha hoga. Biwi ki saari nikal chuki? Chud gayi? Bedroom kyun nahi aa rahe?
Tabhi meri dua kabul hui.
Dara bedroom mein aaya, Menaka ko godi mein uthaaye. Saari, petticoat, blouse sab utaar chuka tha. Menaka sirf fancy lacy bra-panty mein uski god mein latak rahi thi. Dara ne mera robe pehna tha lekin bandha hua tha. Bed tak gaya aur Menaka ko bed pe phenk diya.
“Abhi aaya,” chhoti ungli dikha ke bathroom chala gaya.
Sirf underwear mein Menaka ne sar hilaaya aur baith gayi.
Menaka bed se utri, mirror mein khud ko dekha. Chehre pe nervous expression tha. Haath pet, sides aur gaand pe pherne lagi. Phir room mein deep breaths lete hue nervous walk karne lagi. Wapas mirror pe aayi, panty ka front neeche karke nayi shaved chut pe fingers ghumayi. Phir back neeche ki, bilkul nangi gaand dikha di mujhe aur cabaret dancer jaise hips hilaaye. Uski creamy gol gaand dekh ke lund khada ho gaya.
“Shit, main kya kar rahi hoon?” usne whisper kiya lekin mujhe saaf sunai diya. Phir panty upar ki.
Nervous hoke bed ke kinare webcam ki taraf face karke baith gayi. Soch mein doobi hui. Maine uski smooth nangi taange aur bra mein bade boobs dekhe, woh kabhi-kabhi darr ke saath saans chhodti thi. Right leg left pe chadhaayi, right elbow knee pe tikaya, khali nazron se dekhti rahi, dusra haath naye baalon pe pher rahi thi.
“Kya kar rahi hoon main Prakash? Paagal ho gayi hoon kya? Tu mujhse nafrat toh nahi karega?”
Yeh seedha webcam ki taraf dekh ke boli. Ek second laga jaise usko pata chal gaya ki main dekh raha hoon. Lekin phir nazren hata li aur khud se baat karti rahi.
“I love you, umeed hai tu mujhse nafrat nahi karega. Sach mein control nahi ho raha. Bhagwan, shayad isko bhej hi doon!”
Nervousness mein right ungli chabane lagi.
“Haan, bhej dungi,” khud ko convince kar rahi thi.
Tabhi bathroom ka darwaza khula aur Dara bahar aaya. Robe ab khula hua tha, lund almost poora khada.
“Kya bol rahi thi?” bed ke paas aake baith gaya, ek ghutna mod kar.
“Kuch nahi,” Menaka ne baal ungli pe lapet liye.
Dara ne right haath uske kandhe pe daala aur kiss ke liye kheencha. Menaka ne lips khol diye aur kiss karne lagi. Dara ka left haath bra ke upar se boobs dabane laga. Menaka ka body ab bhi thoda stiff tha. Haath bandhe hue the, kiss kar rahi thi lekin nervous lag rahi thi.
Dara dheere-dheere kiss karta raha, kandhe aur boobs sehlata raha. Dheere-dheere Menaka relax hone lagi. Right haath uske bazu pe rakh ke sehlane lagi. Kuch second baad haath neeche slip hua aur lund pakad liya, Dara siski bhara. Lekin jaldi haath hata liya aur robe ke upar se taange sehlane lagi.
Enhancer filter ki wajah se kissing ki awaaz bahut zor se aa rahi thi. Ek zor ka smooch ke baad Dara ne sar neeche kiya aur neck pe kiss karne laga.
“Mmmmmm... ooooooo...” Menaka high pitch mein moan karne lagi, left haath uske baalon mein.
Dara ka left haath bra ke andar ghus gaya aur right boob ko zor se masalne laga.
“Aaaah!” Menaka chillayi jab usne nipple kaat liya.
“I love your tits yaar!” Dara ne ghutti awaaz mein bola.
Uske haath boobs se khelte rahe, Menaka ne uske hoth wapas kheench liye. Dono wild teenagers ki tarah kiss karne lage, sar idhar-udhar, haath sab jagah. Menaka ka right haath taang se chest pe gaya, baalon wala chest sehlane lagi. Phir gale mein baahen daal ke zor se kiss kiya. Phir kiss toda aur sar neeche karke uska hairy chest kiss karne lagi. Dara ne uske sar ko kiss kiya aur baal sehlaaye.
“New haircut mere liye karwaya?” usne poocha.
“Hmmm...” Menaka boli, muh robe ke lapels mein chhupa hua, chest chaat rahi thi.
Menaka ka muh dheere-dheere neeche ja raha tha. Chest ke baal soonghti-kiss karti rahi, pet, phir suddenly aur neeche jhuk gayi aur maine dekha meri biwi ke masoom hoth watchman ke mota lund ke supade pe, aur chhoti ungliyaan base pe lapet gayi.
“No hands!” Dara peeche tilt hua aur strict awaaz mein bola.
Main shocked aur excited dono tha dekh ke meri wife ne turant obey kiya. Dono haath uski taangon pe rakh diye, gaand thodi peeche karke kamar se zyada jhuk gayi. Sar upar-neeche hone laga, pro level blowjob de rahi thi. Yeh scene revelation tha, mujhe toh kabhi aisa passionate blowjob nahi mila aur watchman ko yeh dusra-teesra nahi pata kitna wa mila.
“I love your garam muh memsaab darling!” bola, phir bra cups se boobs bahar nikaal ke, “aur yeh bade-bade jugs toh waise bhi!”
Screen pe full trashy scene chal raha tha. Maine zoom kiya. Menaka ke nipples Dara ke ghutno se ragad rahe the jab woh mota lund choos rahi thi. Woh moan kar raha tha aur uske nange bazu sehla raha tha.
Jab Dara ne “No hands!” bola, Menaka ne ek second ke liye bhi nahi socha. Uske naram haath turant peeche hat gaye, dono taangon pe tik gaye. Ab sirf uska muh aur zubaan kaam kar rahe the.
Woh dheere se supade pe kiss kiya, phir zubaan se chaatne lagi jaise ice-cream ho. Topa laal ho chuka tha, chamak raha tha Menaka ke thook se. Usne muh khola aur ekdum dheere andar liya, itna mota tha ki uske honthon ko poora stretch kar diya.
Dara ne aankhein band kar li aur dheeme se siski bhari, “Haaaye… memsaab… kitna garam muh hai tera.”
Menaka ne sar upar neeche karna shuru kiya. Pehle sirf supada andar-bahar, phir thoda aur andar, phir aur… ab poora lund uske muh mein ghusta ja raha tha, har baar gale tak pahunchta. Har dhakke pe “glug… glug… glug…” ki awaaz aa rahi thi, thook uske muh ke kinaare se tapak raha tha, chin pe gir raha tha, boobs pe bhi tapak raha tha.
Usne apni zubaan ko lund ke neeche ghumana shuru kiya, jaise koi snake lapet rahi ho. Kabhi supade ko zor se choosti, kabhi poore lund ko gale tak le leti aur wahi rok ke gale se pressure deti. Dara ki taangein kaanpne lagi.
“Fuck… kya garam maal hai tu,” Dara ne danton se bola aur uske sar ko pakad ke khud thoda thrust karne laga.
Menaka ki aankhein pani se bhar gayi, mascara thoda beh gaya, lekin woh ruki nahi. Balki usne apni gaand aur upar utha li taaki aur gehra le sake. Ab har baar jab lund gale tak jaata, uski naak Dara ke pet se takra rahi thi, baal wala pet.
Thook ab dhaar ban gaya tha. Menaka ke boobs poore geele ho chuke the, nipples ekdum tight. Woh khud hi ek haath se apni panty ke andar haath daal ke chut sehlane lagi (itna garam ho chuki thi).
Dara ne uske baal pakad ke sar upar kheench diya ekdum, lund muh se nikaala, ek laal-dhaari si lag gayi Menaka ke honthon pe. Phir usne lund ko Menaka ke gaal pe thapthapaya, thook se chip-chip kiya.
“Bol… kiska lund hai yeh?” Dara ne poocha.
Menaka saans phoolte hue, thook se geele honthon se boli, “Aapka…mere watchman ka…”
Phir bina wait kiye usne khud hi muh khola aur dobara andar le liya, is baar aur tez, aur gehra. Ab woh khud hi sar hila rahi thi jaise machine, “glug-glug-glug-glug” awaaz poore room mein goonj rahi thi.
Dara ki saans tez ho gayi, usne aankhein band kar li aur dheeme se bola, “Bas… ab nikaal… warna muh mein hi jhad jaunga.”
Menaka ne ek last baar poora lund andar liya, gale mein rok ke 5 second tak dabaya, phir dheere se bahar nikala. Lund ab ekdum chamak raha tha, poora thook se latha-path.
Usne zubaan nikaal ke supade ko ek lambi chaat maari aur muskurate hue upar dekha, “Ab batao… dessert kaisa laga?”
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