Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (HINDI)

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Menaka bed ke kinare pe dheere se baithi, jaise abhi bhi apne aap ko sambhal nahi pa rahi ho. Uski saansein ab bhi thodi tez thi, lekin ab sharam aur guilt ka bojh saaf dikh raha tha. Usne apne ghutne mod liye, dono haathon se muh chhupa liya, aur sar jhuka liya. Kandhe thode kaanp rahe the, jaise andar se kuch toot raha ho.
Main kuch door khada usko dekhta raha. Kuch bola nahi ja raha tha. Woh jo abhi tak garam thi, bekabu thi, ab bilkul chhoti si ho gayi thi. Jaise ek pal mein sab yaad aa gaya ho usko, ki yeh sab galat tha, ki hum dono ne kuch aisa kiya jo shayad kabhi nahi karna chahiye tha.
Woh chup thi. Bilkul chup.
Phir dheere se, haathon ke beech se ek halki si awaaz aayi, roti hui si:
“…mujhe maaf kar do.”

Finally sar uthaya, Dara ke paar dekha. Ghutno pe aayi, uske upar jhuk ke paani ki bottle uthayi – phir se nangi gaand ka shandaar view mila green light mein bhi. Bottle utha ke wapas gaand pe baithi aur baaki paani ek saans mein pee gayi.

Bottle neeche rakhi, folded knees pe baithi. Lover ki taraf dekha aur dheeme se,

“So rahe ho?”

“Hrnxxx...” neend mein mumbled aur peeth ke bal mud gaya. Ab tak side pe tha. Taangein wide khuli, poora lund aur balls view mein.

“Hello?” phir bola, is baar dheere se flaccid lund ko poke kiya aur thodi si hasi.
Koi response nahi.

“Kitne achhe watchman ho tum.” dheeme se khud se has ke boli.

Fascinated dekhta raha – meri wife naye lover ke bagal mein baithi uska lund dheere se sehlane lagi. Kuch second mein response aane laga, lekin Dara ki chest ab bhi deep neend wali slow breathing. Main naively soch raha tha horny watchman wife ko utha ke dobara chodega. Ulat meri horny wife ne usko jagane ka plan bana liya – kandhe nahi, lund hila ke.

Menaka ab poori tarah se khil chuki thi.
Usne Dara ke dono taangon ke beech ghutno ke bal baithi thi, uski badi gol gaand hawa mein ubhari hui, kamar jhuki hui, muh seedha uske lund pe. Flaccid lund ab dheere-dheere uske naram haathon aur geele muh ki wajah se jaag raha tha.
Pehle sirf tongue se tip ko chhua… phir dheere se poora top muh mein le liya. “Mmm…” halki si awaaz nikli uske gale se, jaise khud ko bhi maza aa raha ho.
Dara ki saansein ab bhi gehri thi, lekin lund sach mein jaag chuka tha. Ab bilkul khada, mota, nas-daar. Menaka ne usko muh se chhoda, upar dekha, phir ek badi si smile di aur dheere se boli,
“Shhh… so jao na… main bas good morning keh rahi thi.”
Phir neeche jhuk kar usne ek ball muh mein le liya. Poora, dheere se choosne lagi. Dara ka ek haath bed pe pada, doosra unconsciously uski kamar pe chala gaya. Ab bhi aankhein band, lekin saans tez ho rahi thi.
Menaka ne doosra ball bhi muh mein daala, zubaan se dono ko ghumane lagi. Phir lund ko haath se pakad kar seedha kiya aur poora muh mein ghusa liya. Gale tak.
“Uufff…” Dara ke muh se ek gehri saans nikli.
Menaka ne muh se nikala, thook se geela lund haath mein liya aur dheere se upar-neeche karne lagi. Phir uski taraf dekha, aankhein badi-badi, shaitani si smile ke saath.
“Toh ab bhi so rahe ho, watchman ji?”
Dara ki aankh ab ek dam khuli. Usko laga sapna hai. Phir sach samajh aaya.
“Mem… memsaab…?” usne haklate hue bola, lekin haath Menaka ke sar pe chala gaya, baal pakad liye dheere se.
Menaka has padi. “Haan main hi hoon… ab uth gaye na?”
Phir bina kuch kahe, usne phir se lund muh mein daal diya. Is baar zor se, gale tak, awaaz ke saath – glug glug glug.
Dara ka sar peeche chala gaya, aankhein band, muh khula.
“Arey… memsaab… yeh… yeh kya… ohhh maai…”
Menaka ne muh se nikala, lund ko haath se zor se hilaya aur upar dekh kar boli,
“Abhi tak sapne mein ho kya? Ya memsaab ka muh pasand nahi aaya?”
Dara ne kuch nahi bola. Bas uska haath Menaka ke sar ko neeche dabane laga.
Menaka hasi aur zor se, phir poora lund andar tak le liya. Is baar bina ruke, tezi se, jaise bhookhi ho bahut dino se.
Dara ki kamar upar uthne lagi. “Arrey… memsaab… bas… bas karo… nahi toh… abhi…”
Menaka ne muh se nikala, thook ki laar latki hui, lund ko zor se hilaya aur dheere se boli,
“Abhi nahi… abhi toh main shuru bhi nahi hui.”
Phir neeche jhuk kar usne dono balls ek saath muh mein le liye, zor se choosne lagi.
Dara ki saari neend ud gayi thi. Ab sirf ek hi awaaz aa rahi thi kamre mein:
“Glug……..Glug………Glug”

Yeh nayi level ki depravity believe hi nahi ho rahi thi. Sex initiate nahi sirf, balki apni nayi randi-pan dikha rahi thi. Jo demure housewife-maa maine mahine pehle chhodi thi, woh bilkul alag lag rahi thi – ghutno aur kohni pe, badi gol gaand hawa mein ubhari hui, watchman ka tezi se khada hota lund bhookhe muh mein le rahi thi.

“Mmmmmhmmm?” wife ne phir lund muh mein daal ke jawab diya.
Dara samajh gaya, smile aa gayi.
“Kam se kam light toh on kar do memsaab, tera luscious body dekhne do.” bola.

Menaka bed se koodi, light on ki. Bright light mein meri wife green night vision se bhi zyada trashy lag rahi thi. Baal bikhre, body paseene se, bed tak wapas aayi. Phir se hands-knees pe lund muh mein lene ja rahi thi lekin Dara ne upar kheencha. Kamar pe straddle karwaya, khada mota lund gaand se takra raha tha, neeche kheench ke kiss.

“Itni gehri neend mein army mein kaise survive kiya? Itna sab hone ke baad bhi so rahe the?” kisses ke beech playfully poocha.

“Haha, agar dushman ke paas tere jaise soldier hote toh survive nahi karta.” bola, nangi gaand pakad ke dabayi, lund uspe thap-thap maari.
Menaka ne right hand watchman ke sar se hataaya, peeche stretch kiya, lund pakda. Chut ke saath align karne ko crotch upar uthayi.

“Pata nahi tumhe watchman rakhna safe rahega, itni gehri neend.” boli.

“Shayad watchman chhod doon aur tera personal bodyguard ban jaun.”

“Mmmmmm…” har thrust ke beech Menaka, watchman ko ride karti hui, “lekin lagta nahi main tujhe salary de paungi…”

“Agar har raat aisi hogi toh salary nahi chahiye. Khana, chudai, aur naram bistar. Aur kya chahiye aadmi ko?”

Menaka ne ek pal ke liye ruk kar Dara ko dekha, aankhon mein wohi shaitani chamak, phir dheere se uske upar chadh gayi. Uske ghutne Dara ke dono taraf, uski geeli chut ab seedha uske khade lund ke upar. Usne haath se lund pakda, apni jagah banayi, aur ek lambi saans lete hue dheere se neeche baith gayi.

“Aaaahhh…” dono ke muh se ek saath awaaz nikli.

Poora lund andar chala gaya, ek jhatke mein. Menaka ne aankhein band kar li, sar peeche kiya, aur phir dheere-dheere apni kamar hilaane lagi.

Dara ke dono haath uski kamar pe aa gaye, zor se pakad liya jaise kabhi chhodna hi na ho.
“Memsaab… bahut… bahut tight ho aap…” usne danto se daba ke bola.

Menaka hasi aur zor se upar-neeche hone lagi. Ab tezi se. Uski badi-badi doodh wali choochiyan har jhatke mein upar-neeche udne lagi, jaise do bade safed gubbare. Har baar neeche baithti toh woh choochiyan Dara ke muh pe takra jaati, muh pe, naak pe, aankhon pe.

Dara ne ek haath uthaya, ek badi si chuchi pakdi, zor se dabaya.
“Arey… kitne bade-bade hain yeh… poore muh mein nahi aa rahe…”

Phir usne muh khola aur ek nipple muh mein le liya. Zor se choosne laga, jaise doodh nikalne wala ho.

Menaka ki speed aur badh gayi.
“Haan… chooso… zor se… aise hi… aaahhh…”

Ab woh poora zor laga ke upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Har neeche baithne mein awaaz aa rahi thi – thap… thap… thap… chut aur lund ke milan ki gehri awaaz.

Dara ne doosri chuchi bhi muh mein le li, ab dono choochiyon ko baari-baari choos raha tha, kaat raha tha, kheench raha tha. Menaka ke nipples laal ho gaye the, khade aur tight.

“Fuck me… fuck me hard…” Menaka angrezi mein cheekh padi, jaise ab control bilkul nahi raha.

Dara ne suddenly uski kamar pakdi, neeche se zor ka dhakka maara. Ek… do… teen… har dhakke mein Menaka ki cheekh nikal rahi thi.

“Aaaahhh… haan… aise hi… aur zor se… phaad do aaj…”

Dara ne usko palta, ab Menaka neeche, woh upar. Bina lund nikale, position badli aur ab tezi se chodne laga. Har dhakka itna zor ka ki bed hil raha tha.

Menaka ki dono taangein Dara ke kandhe pe, chut poori khuli, aur Dara ka mota lund andar-bahar ja raha tha tezi se.

Phir Menaka ne usko kheencha, wapas upar aayi. Is baar reverse nahi, seedha uske upar, choochiyan Dara ke muh pe.

Ab woh khud tezi se ride kar rahi thi, zor-zor se.
“Chooso… zor se chooso… haan… aise hi…”

Dara ke dono haath uski gaand pe, zor se thapad maara ek, phir doosra.

THAP! THAP!

Menaka aur tez ho gayi.

“Aaaahhh… haan… maaro… aur maaro… mujhe aaj apni rand bana lo…”

Dara ne uski dono choochiyon ko muh mein bhar liya, zor se choosne laga, lund andar tak ghusedta raha.

Kamre mein bas teen awaazein thi:

Thap-thap-thap…
Menaka ki madhosh cheekhein…
Aur Dara ka gehra saans aur “Memsaab… memsaab…” ka gunghunana.

Menaka ka sar peeche, baal khule, paseena se geela badan, aur woh tezi se upar-neeche…

Woh khud bhi jaanti thi, ab door nahi tha.
Ab sirf ek hi cheez baaki thi. Poora surrender.

“Yeh mera favorite cheez hai sex mein.” Dara bola.
“Kya?” Menaka moans ke beech thodi aawaaz kharab hui.
“Jab bade boobs wali aurat upar chadhti hai aur boobs muh pe thap-thap karte hain.”
“Hehe.” Menaka ne khud ke boobs dabaye aur jaan-boojhkar aur zor se uske gaal pe maare.

Meri wife agle kayi minute watchman ke lund pe upar-neeche bounce karti rahi, jaan-boojhkar strategic jhuk ke boobs muh pe slap karwati rahi. Dara ke hoth-daant boobs chaat-te aur nibble karte rahe, haath gaand pe fixed – dabana aur thappad maarni. Dono obscene tareeke se siskiyaan le rahe the.

Menaka ne dheere se apni kamar ghumayi, lund ko chut mein hi rakhte hue 180° palat gayi. Ab uska chehra door tha, sirf woh badi, creamy, gol gaand Dara ke saamne thi, aage-peeche hilti hui, upar-neeche udti hui.
Dara ke muh se ek lambi “haaaaiii…” nikli. Usne dono haath Menaka ki kamar pe rakhe, bas dekhta raha jaise koi khazana dekh raha ho.
Har baar Menaka neeche baithti, uski gaand poori phail jaati, chut ke lips lund ke charon taraf lapet jaate, aur upar uthne pe ek dam tight ho jaati. Gaand ka ched saaf dikh raha tha, halka sa pinkish-brown, bilkul saaf, bilkul perfect.
Dara ne dono haath se gaand ke dono hisse pakde, khol ke dekha, phir jor se ek thappad maara.
THHAPPP!!
Menaka ki kamar ek dam jhatka di, chut ne lund ko aur tight jakad liya.
“Aaaahhh… haan… maaro…”
Dara muskuraaya. Phir doosra thappad, aur zor se.
THHAPPP!! THHAPPP!!
Dono gaal laal hone lage. Menaka ki speed aur badh gayi, gaand aage-peeche, upar-neeche, jaise machine bani hui ho.
“Kitni mast gaand hai teri, memsaab… poori creamy… bilkul doodh jaisi…” Dara ne awaaz mein gunjaya, phir tezi se thappad maara – left, right, left, right.
THHAP-THHAP-THHAP-THHAP!!
Har thappad ke saath Menaka ki cheekhein nikalti, “Haan… haan… aur zor se… bana do laal… aaj poori teri kar do…”
Dara ne ab dono haath se gaand ke dono hisse pakde, khole, aur beech mein thook giraya. Thook gaand ke ched pe gira aur neeche chut tak beh gaya.

Ab Menaka poori pagal ho chuki thi. Woh khud apni choochiyon ko zor zor se daba rahi thi, nipples ko kheench rahi thi, aur gaand ko itni tezi se hila rahi thi ki Dara ka lund har baar poora bahar nikal ke phir andar tak ghus jaata.

“Dekh… dekh kitni laal ho gayi teri gaand…” Dara bolta gaya aur thappad maarta gaya. Ab dono gaal poore laal, haath ke nishaan saaf dikh rahe the.
Menaka ne sar peeche kiya, baal khule, paseena se bheega chehra, aur zor se cheekhi,

“Mmmmmm.” Menaka moan. “Yeh position bahut achhi lagti hai.”

“Teri gaand bahut achhi lagti hai.” Dara bola. “Aur teri gaand ka chhed kitna inviting.”

Index finger nikaal ke gaand ke ched mein press kiya.

“OWWWW!! MAT KAR!!” Menaka ne peeche haath karke thappad maara. Poori memsaab wali authoritative awaaz.

Dara ke chehre pe ek second ke liye resentment flash hua lekin chhod diya. Samajh gaya aaj raat already bahut progress ho chuka.

“Teri laal gaand kitni zabardast lagti hai…” kuch minute baad bola. “Lekin boobs miss kar raha hoon.”

Dara ne Menaka ki baahen pakdi aur shoulders peeche kheencha. Phir side pe mud gaye, Menaka camera ki taraf. Ab left side pe thi, peeth Dara ki taraf. Right leg knee se mod ke hawa mein. Lover ne pounding ka control liya, Menaka ne right arm uske back pe lapet ke support liya. Maine uski paseene se geeli nangi chut mound chamak aur boobs quake dekhe jab Dara ne pakde aur peeche se zor-zor se chodne laga.

“OYAAAAAAA!!” Menaka pleasure se chillayi tezi pe.

Bed pressure se chir-chir kar raha tha. Menaka side pe makdi jaisi lag rahi thi, chaaron limbs alag-alag direction mein. Aankhein band, muh khula blissful. Dara kaan kaat-ta, neck kiss karta, haath boobs nochte hue iss position mein chodta raha. Kuch minute baad right hand boobs se chut pe gaya aur clit ragadne laga.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Menaka quaking ke beech bhi aur squirm ki.

Agli kuch minute watchman ne meri wife ko hamare bed pe zindagi ka sabse zabardast pounding diya, clit se saath khelta hua. Shock nahi ki Menaka phir se chillati-hilti hui ek penetrative orgasm mein chali gayi.

“URGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” Menaka ne jaanwar jaisi zor ki awaaz nikali.

Dara ko yeh dekh ke aur josh aa gaya, usne aur tezi se, aur zor-zor se thokna shuru kar diya, itna tezi se ki screen pe unki taangein blur dikh rahi thi. Lagbhag 20 second baad meri wife ka massive orgasm dheere-dheere khatam hua.

Iss baar Dara saath nahi jhada. Jaise hi Menaka ka body orgasm ke jhatkon se shaant-satisfied ho gaya, woh apni mistress ko lagatar chodta raha. Menaka side pe curled hui tezi se saans le rahi thi aur zindagi ki sabse zabardast chudai leti ja rahi thi.
“Tu… bas… ho gaya na?” Menaka thaki hui awaaz mein poochi.
“Nahi.” bola aur kiss kiya.
“Main thak gayi… taangein dard kar rahi hain.” shikayat ki.
“Arre, tune hi toh mujhe jagaya tha. Ab shikayat mat kar.” usne daanta.

Dara ne Menaka ki dono taangein kandhe pe utha li, jaise koi wheel-barrow pakadta hai. Menaka ka sar takiye mein dhansa, gaand poori hawa mein, chut ek dam khuli aur laal.
Dara ghutno ke bal peeche baitha, lund ek haath mein pakda, aur bina warning ke poora ek jhatke mein andar ghusa diya.
THHADDDDD!!
“Aaaahhhhh… maa…!” Menaka ki cheekh poore kamre mein goonji.
Dara ne kamar pakdi aur shuru ho gaya, jaise koi piston chal raha ho. Har dhakka itna zor ka ki Menaka ka poora badan aage khisak jaata, bed ki chaadar munh mein ghus jaati.
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!
Gaand aur janghon ke milne ki awaaz poora kamra bhar rahi thi.
Har teen-chaar dhakkon ke baad Dara ek zor ka thappad maarta, kabhi daayi gaand pe, kabhi baayi gaand pe.
THHAPP!! “Le… teri gaand laal kar dunga aaj… bilkul tamatar…”
THHAPP!! “Bol… kiski hai yeh chut?”
Menaka ki awaaz ab toot rahi thi, lekin phir bhi cheekh padi, “Teri… teri hai… poori teri…”
Dara ne speed aur badha di. Ab lund har baar poora bahar nikal ke phir andar tak, jaise gaand tak ghusa deta ho.
Menaka ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya, muh khula, laar latak rahi thi, lekin woh khud hi gaand peeche kar-kar ke dhakke maang rahi thi.
“Aur zor se…ouch…”
Dara ne uski ek taang chhodi, usi haath se gaand pe tezi se thappad pelne laga, ek ke baad ek.
THHAP-THHAP-THHAP-THHAP-THHAP!!
Dono gaal ab poore laal, garmi se jal rahe the. Har thappad ke saath Menaka ki chut aur tight ho jaati, lund ko jakad leti.
“Ab… ab nahi… aa… aa raha hai…” Menaka ro padi.
Dara ne uski dono taangein kandhe pe aur oopar utha di, gaand aur oopar, aur last ke das-pandrah dhakke maare, jaise machine-gun.
THAD-THAD-THAD-THAD-THAD!!
“Aaaahhhhh… haaaan… haaaan… bas… bas… aa gaya… aa gaya!!!”
Menaka ka poora badan akad gaya, chut ne lund ko itna zor se jakda ki Dara bhi ruk nahi paya.
“Mere saath aa.” Dara ne mota lund chut se nikala, ek zor ka “pffrrrtt” jaisa sound aaya jaise hawa andar ghusi.

“Mujhe akela chhod do.” Menaka ne haath se dhakka diya.

“CHAL AA!!” Dara ne awaaz thodi tez ki.

Bed se utra, haath aage kiya. Menaka ne pakda aur mushkil se bed se utri. Paer ladkhadate hue uske peeche computer ke swivel chair tak aayi.

“Baith!” order diya.

Dara ne Menaka ki dono taangein apne kandhon pe utha rakhi thi, chair ke armrest pe uski pairon ki ungliyan jakdi hui thi. Swivel chair har zor ke dhakke se “kirr-kirr” karti, jaise ro rahi ho.
THAD! THAD! THAD! THAD!
Har dhakke mein Menaka ka poora badan aage-peeche ho jaata, uski badi-badi choochiyan upar-neeche udti, Dara ke muh ke saamne aati. Dara ne ek haath se chair ka backrest pakda, doosre se Menaka ki ek chuchi ko zor se masla aur muh mein bhar liya.
“Choos… zor se choos…” Menaka ro rahi thi, lekin uski awaaz mein ab sirf bhookh thi.
Dara ne nipple ko daaton mein pakda, kheencha, phir chhoda – ek zor ka thappad maara chuchi pe.
THHAPP!!
Chuchi laal ho gayi, nipple aur khada.
“Le… teri in moti choochiyon ko bhi laal kar dunga…” Dara ne gurraya, phir doosri chuchi pe bhi thappad maara.
THHAPP!! THHAPP!!
Menaka ki aankhein band, muh khula, laar latak rahi thi. Woh bas apni choochiyon ko khud daba rahi thi, Dara ke muh ke taraf badha rahi thi.
Webcam bilkul saamne tha – 2.5 feet door. Har cheez crystal clear:
• Menaka ki gaand chair ke kinare se latki hui, thodi si phaili hui
• Chut ke lips Dara ke mota lund ke charon taraf lapete hue
• Balls har dhakke mein thap-thap se gaand pe takra rahe
• Aur upar… uski badi milky choochiyan laal thappad ke nishaan se bhar gayi thi, nipples pe daant ke nishaan
Dara ne speed badha di. Ab har dhakka itna zor ka ki chair swivel kar-ke 30-40 degree ghum jaati.
“Kirr-kirr-kirr…” chair ki awaaz “Thap-thap-thap-thap…” thighs ki awaaz “Aaahh… aaahh… haan… phaad do…” Menaka ki jaanwar wali grunts
Dara ne dono choochiyon ko ek saath pakda, zor se masla, phir muh mein bhar ke kaatne laga.
“Ye teri choochiyan… ye bhi meri hain ab… samjhi?” Kaata… phir thappad… phir choosa… phir thappad.
Menaka ka sar peeche latak gaya, aankhon se paani beh raha tha, lekin woh khud hi zor-zor se kamar utha-utha ke dhakke maang rahi thi.
“Ab… ab aa raha hai… zor se… haan… haan… HAAN!!!”
Usne chair ke backrest ko itna zor se pakda ki uska haath safed pad gaya. Poora badan akad gaya, chut ne lund ko marod diya.
Dara ne ek aakhri zor ka dhakka maara, phir lund bahar nikala – garam, safed maal ki teez dhaar Menaka ke dono choochiyon pe giri.
Phachak… phachak… phachak…
Poora maal uske gale tak, nipples pe, pet pe. Dara ne lund ko choochiyon pe ragda, baaki maal bhi nikal diya.
Menaka wahi padi rahi, saans phooli hui, choochiyan laal-thappad aur daant ke nishaan se bhari, unpe garam maal chamak raha tha.
Dara ne apna lund uske muh ke paas le jaake ragda, thodi si maal uske hoth pe laga di.
“Chaat.” Ek shabd ka order.
Menaka ne zubaan nikal ke apna hi maal chaat liya, aankhon mein bilkul surrender.
Main webcam ke saamne baitha, apna lund haath mein liye, ek dam pagal ho chuka tha.
Screenshot no. 47, 48, 49… Har ek frame mere liye ab hamesha ke liye save tha.

Jaise hi side hata, finally meri wife ka chehra phir dikha. Poori thakavat ka chehra. Aankhein aadhi band, face thaka-thaka, baal bilkul kharab.
“Nahi, mujhe akela chhod do.” Dara ne chair se uthane ki koshish ki toh boli.
“Chal bed pe chalte hain.”

“Mujhe AKELA CHHOD DO!” aakhri shabd jitni taakat aur authority baaki thi usme nikaal ke chillayi.

Dara ne kandhe uchaaye, bed pe jaake aaaram se let gaya.
Chair pe Menaka ne taangein seat pe upar chadha li, ghutne seene se laga ke hug kiya, aankhein band ki aur phir se so gayi.




(Chair pe baithi Menaka, taangein seene se chipkaaye, aankhein band, saansen abhi bhi thodi tezi se chal rahi thi. Room mein sirf Dara ki gehri saans aur AC ki halki si awaaz thi. Uska dimaag ekdum khaali aur bhaari dono tha saath mein, jaise koi tsunami guzar ke chala gaya ho.)

Pehla thought jo uske zehen mein aaya woh tha – “Main yeh sab kar rahi hoon… sach mein kar rahi hoon.”

Usne aankhein kholne ki koshish ki lekin dher saari thakan ne wapas band karwa di. Chehre pe paseene ki boondein abhi bhi thi, boobs pe Dara ka garam maal dheere-dheere thanda ho raha tha. Woh feel kar sakti thi uski chut abhi bhi khuli-khuli si lag rahi thi, andar ka garam-garam sensation abhi bhi baaki tha. Jaise uska sharir abhi bhi samajh nahi pa raha tha ki ab khatam ho gaya ya nahi.

Phir ek ajeeb sa guilt ka chhota sa jhatka laga – Prakash ka chehra yaad aaya. Usne jaldi se aankhein band kar li jaise woh chehra bhagana chahti ho. Lekin uske peeche ek aur feeling thi – ek gehri, garam satisfaction jo kabhi pehle itni intensity se nahi mehsoos hui thi. Jaise uske andar ka koi bahut purana lock toot gaya ho.
“Main hamesha se aisi thi kya?” usne khud se dheeme se poocha.
Yaad aaya bachpan se lekar aaj tak – ladkiyon wali sharam, “achhi ladki” banne ka pressure, shaadi ke baad “achhi biwi” banne ka bojh, maa banne ke baad “achhi maa” ka role. Har baar apni khwaahish ko dabaana, chhupana, control karna. Sex bhi hamesha “duty” jaisa tha – Prakash ke saath bhi, pehle pati ke saath toh bilkul hi mechanical.
Lekin aaj raat… aaj raat usne pehli baar apne sharir ko poori tarah se chhod diya tha. Koi sharam nahi, koi control nahi. Sirf ek bhookhi aurat thi jo apni bhookh mita rahi thi. Aur woh bhookh itni badi thi ki usko khud ko bhi shock laga.

Usne dheere se apni thighs pe haath phera – geela tha, Dara ka maal, uska apna paani, paseena. Usne ungli se thoda sa touch kiya aur aankhein band karke smell ki. Ek ajeeb sa garv mehsoos hua – yeh uska apna kaam tha. Yeh uski khud ki chudai ka saboot tha. Usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki woh ek din apne boobs pe kisi doosre aadmi ka maal laga hua feel karke itni khushi mehsoos karegi.
Phir ek chhota sa darr bhi aaya – “Ab kya hoga?”
Prakash ko pata chalega toh? Society ko? Ayan ko jab bada hoga? Lekin us darr ke saath hi ek doosra thought bhi aaya – “Mujhe ab wapas pehle wali Menaka banna hai kya?”
Jaise hi yeh socha, uske sharir mein ek nayi si energy daud gayi. Usne apni chut pe haath rakha – abhi bhi thodi si dard, lekin saath mein ek garam tingling. Usne dheere se ungli andar daali aur khud ko yaad dilaya – yeh ab meri chut hai. Meri marzi ka maalikin main khud hoon.
Usne chair pe hi apni thighs aur khol di, jaise ab sharam bilkul khatam ho chuki ho. Ek chhoti si smile aayi hothon pe.
“Main pehle wali Menaka nahi rahi.”
Usne apne boobs pe haath phera, Dara ka thanda maal ungliyon mein liya aur dheere se chaat liya. Taste mein kuch alag nahi tha, lekin feeling bilkul alag thi – yeh ab uski jeet thi. Usne apne aap ko surrender nahi kiya tha… usne apne aap ko paaya tha.
Uske dimaag mein ek naya Menaka ubhar raha tha – jo sharmaati toh thi, lekin ab sharam ke peeche chhupti nahi. Jo chaahti thi woh leti thi, bina maafi maange. Jo apne sharir se pyaar karti thi, uski bhookh se darti nahi.
Usne dheere se aankhein kholi aur Dara ko bed pe soya dekha. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa pyaar bhi tha ab uske liye – nahi woh filmy pyaar, balki ek garam, thoda sa possessive sa feeling. Jaise ab woh uska bhi kuch hissa ban gaya ho.
Phir usne apne aap se vaada kiya – “Ab jo bhi hoga, main pehle jaisi nahi rahungi. Ab main wahi karungi jo main chahti hoon… chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye.”
Usne ek gehri saans li, chair pe hi sar peeche tikaya aur ek satisfied, thaki hui lekin nayi Menaka ki neend mein doob gayi. Us raat usne sirf apna sharir nahi chhoda tha… usne apni purani zindagi ko bhi chhod diya tha.



Dara bed pe peeth ke bal pada tha, aankhein band, saansen abhi bhi thodi bhaari, lekin dimaag ekdum jaag raha tha.
Uske zehen mein pehle toh ek badi si hansi uthi – chhoti si nahi, badi wali, woh jo dil se dil tak jaati hai.
“Arre waah… yeh toh sach mein ho gaya.”
Usne kabhi seriously socha bhi nahi tha ki yeh memsaab itni door tak jayegi. Haan, plan tha, mazaak tha, thodi si flirting, thoda sa dikhawa, ek-do baar haath laga ke dekh liya, chutad daba liya, boobs choome… bas utna hi socha tha. Par aaj raat ne saari hadd paar kar di.
Uske dimaag mein ek-ek scene phir se chal raha tha:

Jab usne pehli baar lund muh mein liya tha aur aankhon mein woh bhookhi chamak aayi thi
Jab usne khud se shave karke aayi thi
Jab usne “andar daal do” khud bola tha
Jab usne doosri baar khud lund choos ke jagaya tha
Jab usne uska maal boobs pe liya aur phir chaat liya

Har scene ke saath uske andar ek alag si feeling ubhar rahi thi – mardangi ka garv toh tha hi, lekin saath mein ek ajeeb si jeet bhi. Jaise usne koi bada sa shikaar kar liya ho.
Phir usne Menaka ko chair pe dekh liya – taangein seene se chipkaaye, bilkul chhoti bachchi jaisi soyi hui, lekin nangi, uska maal abhi bhi uske boobs pe laga hua. Uske dil mein ek pal ke liye pyaar jaisa kuch utha – nahi woh filmy wala pyaar, balki ek mard ka possessive pyaar.
“Ab yeh meri ho gayi.”
Usne yeh socha aur khud hi muskura diya.
Usne socha – yeh aurat high-class hai, paise wali, padhi-likhi, angrezi bolti hai, foreign husband, bada sa ghar, gaadi, sab kuch. Aur phir bhi aaj raat usne apne aap ko poora uske haathon mein chhod diya. Usne usko “lover” bola, uska maal piya, uske liye shave kiya, uske liye chillayi. Yeh sirf chudai nahi thi – yeh ek tarah se uski jeet thi class war ki.
Uske dimaag mein Vimla ka chehra aaya ek second ke liye – woh bichari seedhi-saadi maid, jo usko khush karne ke liye kuch bhi karti thi, lekin kabhi itna passion nahi dikha paayi. Aur yahan yeh rich memsaab uske lund ke liye pagal ho gayi.
Usne apna lund haath mein liya – abhi bhi thoda geela tha Menaka ke paani se. Usne usko sehlaaya aur socha:
“Ab yeh aurat mere bina reh nahi payegi.”
Usne plan bana liya tha ab – ab sirf raat bhar chudai nahi. Ab yeh roz ka hoga. Subah bhi, dopahar bhi, jab bhi mauka milega. Woh usko itna aadi bana dega ki woh khud uske paas aayegi, maangegi, roegi agar nahi mila toh.
Usne Menaka ko phir dekha – uski badi gol gaand chair pe dheemi-dheemi saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Uske dil mein ek bhookh phir se jaag uthi – abhi bhi nahi poori hui thi.



Manila ke chhote se cabin mein, subah ki pehli roshni window se aa rahi thi.
Main laptop ke saamne baitha tha, aankhein laal, lund abhi bhi haath mein tha, lekin jhadne ke baad bhi ek khali-pan tha.
Screen pe ab bhi green night-vision chal raha tha – Dara meri wife ki chut mein dheere-dheere andar-bahar kar raha tha, aur Menaka neend mein bhi uske har thrust pe halki si moan kar rahi thi.
Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha, lekin ab yeh dhadkan arousal ki nahi thi… yeh gusse, sharm aur dar ka mixture thi.
Main khud se poochh raha tha, baar-baar:
“Woh main kyun nahi kar paya?”
Saalon se Menaka ke saath sex kiya tha. Hazaar baar se zyada.
Lekin aaj raat jo maine dekha, woh kabhi nahi dekha tha.

Usne mere saath kabhi aise chillaya nahi.
Mere saath usne kabhi khud se gaand ubhaar ke doggy nahi kiya.
Mere saath usne kabhi “zor se” ya “aur andar” nahi maanga.
Mere saath usne kabhi kabhi meri cum chaat ke nahi pi.
Mere saath usne kabhi itne saare orgasm ek raat mein nahi liye.
Mere saath usne kabhi itna passionate, itna wild, itna… “alive” feel nahi kiya.

Aur sabse bada jhatka yeh tha ki yeh sab ek buddhe, gande, neeche ke watchman ne kar diya.
Ek aisa aadmi jisne meri wife ko sirf ek 100-rupaye ka note chut mein ghusa ke pataya tha.
Main mirror mein khud ko dekha – fit hoon, handsome hoon, foreign job, badi salary, angrezi bolta hoon, gym jaata hoon.
Phir bhi meri biwi ke sharir ne, uski rooh ne, aaj raat mujhe nahi, uss gurkhe ko chuna.
Ek pal ke liye gussa aaya – bahut tez.
Mann kiya laptop band kar doon, ticket book karoon, seedha ghar jaa ke Dara ko maar doon, Menaka ko thappad maar doon.
Lekin us gusse ke neeche ek aur cheez thi – sharm.
Sharm ki main apni biwi ko itna mazaa nahi de paya.
Sharm ki maine uske andar ka yeh wild animal kabhi nahi jaga paya.
Sharm ki usko “aggressive” sex chahiye tha aur maine hamesha usko “decent” aur “respectful” sex diya.
Phir ek aur khayal aaya, jo sabse dardnaak tha:
“Shayad woh mujhse pyaar toh karti hai… lekin chudai ke liye usko Dara chahiye.”
Yeh soch ke dil mein ek teekha sa dard hua.
Jaise koi cheez toot gayi ho andar.
Main yaad kar raha tha – jab main uske upar chadhta tha, woh bas let leti thi, aankhein band, duty nibhati hui.
Kabhi usne mujhe reverse cowgirl mein nahi choda.
Kabhi usne mera lund neend mein bhi nahi choosa.
Kabhi usne mujhse “I love your thick dick” nahi kaha.
Aaj usne Dara se yeh sab kiya… aur woh bhi dil se, jism se, rooh se.
Main laptop band karna chahta tha, lekin nahi kar pa raha tha.
Kyunki andar kahin ek masochistic sa mazaa bhi aa raha tha – apni biwi ko itna thoroughly chudte dekhne ka.
Lekin mazaa ke neeche ek gehri insecurity jag gayi thi:
“Agar main wapas gaya toh kya woh mere saath phir se pehle jaisa sex karegi?
Ya ab uska benchmark Dara ban chuka hai?”
Aur sabse bada darr:
“Kya ab woh mujhse satisfy ho bhi payegi?”
Main utha, bathroom gaya, muh dhoya, lekin aankhon se pani nikal raha tha.
Nahi rona tha, lekin ro raha tha.
Kyunki aaj raat mujhe pata chal gaya tha –
Main apni biwi ka best lover nahi hoon.
Ek watchman ne mujhe hara diya tha… meri hi biwi ke bistar pe, meri hi biwi ke sharir mein.
Aur woh haar sirf lund ki nahi thi…
Woh dil ki bhi thi.
Kyunki Menaka ne aaj raat sirf chudai nahi ki thi… usne apna naya sach accept kar liya tha.
Aur main abhi bhi us sach se lad raha tha.