04-12-2025, 09:52 AM
Uske baad sab shaant ho gaya. Menaka chair pe curled hokar so rahi thi. Dara ne lights band kar di aur bed pe aise pada jaise woh ghar ka maalik ho. Maine scene ko kuch minute shaanti se dekha jab tak mujhe bhi neend aane lagi. Manila mein subah ho chuki thi lekin main raat bhar jaaga tha.
Maine bunk bed pe shift kiya lekin usse pehle wireless headphone laga liya. Agar Mumbai wale bedroom mein koi awaaz aati toh main jaag jaata. Phir main so gaya.
“Yeah Banke…”
Dara ki dheemi si whisper headphone mein zor se goonji aur main jaag gaya.
Bed se ladkhadate hue utha aur computer screen tak dauda, yeh dekhne ke liye ki Menaka ka doosra lover (ya aadha lover) kab scene mein aaya. Lekin woh wahan nahi tha. Dara phone pe baat kar raha tha, awaaz dheemi rakhi hui thi taaki meri wife na jaage.
“Yeah, jo socha tha usse bhi behtar ho gaya… haan… hahaha… haan… ab sun…”
“Mmmmm?” Menaka chair pe dheeme se hili, ab bhi poori nangi.
“Kuch nahi, memsaab.” Dara ne usko bola aur phone kaan se lagaye room se bahar nikal gaya.
Dara corridor ke andhere kone mein khada tha, phone kaan se chipkaaya, awaaz poori dabbi hui lekin lund mein abhi bhi current daud raha tha.
“Haan re Banke… sun na madarchod… aaj toh kamaal ho gaya!”
Banke ki saans phone mein hi tez ho gayi, “Bol na bhai… poori raat kya-kya kiya saali ne?”
Dara ne gali ke deewar se peeth tikaayi aur shuru ho gaya, har detail jaise film chala raha ho:
“Pehle toh bas plan yeh tha ki sirf muh mein daal ke nikal jaunga… lekin saali ne khud bed pe ghodi bani, gaand dikha ke boli ‘daal do andar’… yaad hai na kitni badi hai uski gaand? Poori haath mein nahi aati… maine ek thappad maara toh poora gaal hil gaya!”
“Fuckkk… chut kitni tight thi re?”
“Arre bhai… pehle dhakke mein laga kunwari hai… bilkul current laga! Phir saali khud ride karne lagi… upar-neeche… upar-neeche… uski dono moti choochiyan mere muh pe thap-thap thap-thap maar rahi thi… maine dono nipples kaat-kaat ke laal kar diye… abhi bhi daant ke nishaan honge!”
Banke ki saans aur tez, “Gaand maari kya uski?”
“Nahi na saali natak kar rahi thi!”
“Choochiyan kya kiya?”
“Arre choochiyon ka toh alag hi khel tha… maine dono haathon se masla, muh mein bhar-bhar ke choosa, nipples ko daaton se kheencha… phir thappad pe thappad… left-right left-right… saali ki choochiyan bhi tamatar ban gayi… aakhir mein lund nikaala aur poora garam maal uske gale se leke pet tak udel diya… phachak-phachak-phachak… abhi bhi uski choochiyon pe meri maal ki laar latki hai… chair pe nangi padi hai, paseena aur maal se bheegi hui!”
Banke has has ke pagal ho gaya, “Photo bheja kya madarchod?”
“Abhi nahi… abhi toh so rahi hai bechaari… thak harami gayi meri lund se… lekin subah uthi toh pehle uski gaand pe ek aur round maarunga… phir full album bhejta hoon tujhe… chut ke andar ka view bhi hai… bilkul close-up!”
“Ek baar aur bata… kitni baar jhadi saali?”
“Paanch baar confirm… ek baar chair pe itna zor se jhadi ki poori chair hil gayi… chut se paani ki fountain nikal aayi… aur har baar cheekh rahi thi ‘teri randi bana de… teri randi bana de’… ab toh bilkul hamari personal randi ban gayi hai!”
Banke ne gurraya, “Bhai… mera bhi chance laga de na… dono milke thok denge ek saath… muh mein ek, chut mein ek… gaand mein bhi try karenge!”
Dara hasa, “Arre ab toh fixed hai… jab tak sahab Manila mein hain, yeh bungalow hamara adda hai… tu kal raat ko aa jaana… dono milke saali ko itna thok denge ki subah tak bed se uth na paye… muh bhar denge, chut bhar denge, gaand bhar denge… saala pura gangbang bana denge!”
“Done bhai… mera lund abhi se khada ho gaya… kal raat ko milte hain!”
Dara ne phone kaatne se pehle dheeme se bola, “Aur haan… abhi jaake ek quick round aur maar ke aata hoon… saali abhi bhi nangi so rahi hai… gaand upar kar ke… jaise invitation de rahi ho!”
Phone kaat diya. Dara ne apna lund pant ke upar se dabaya, ek badi si smirk maari aur seedha bedroom ki taraf chal diya. Lund abhi se full hard, jaise abhi ka round sabse wild hone wala tha.
Maine apni thaki-chudi wife ko dekha, usne dheere se sar uthaya, aankhein kholi. Room mein subah ki pehli roshni thi. Woh dhire se chair se utri, idhar-udhar dekha, confused. Phir panty pehni aur bed pe aa gayi, aankhein band kar li. Jaldi hi uske nange boobs phir se upar-neeche hone lage.
Do minute baad darwaza dheere se khula. Dara bilkul nanga andar aaya, subah ki pehli roshni uski moti, chamakti hui body pe pad rahi thi. Lund already half-hard, jaise raat bhar ki yaadein abhi bhi usmein garam thi.
Menaka side pe leti thi, ek taang mod ke, gaand thodi si ubhari hui, blanket sirf kamar tak. Dara bed pe chadha, peeche se chipak gaya. Uska garam, sakht seena Menaka ki peeth se takraya. Dono haath aage badha ke usne uski badi nangi choochiyon ko bhar liya.
“Mmm…” Menaka ne neend mein siski bhari.
Dara ne uski gardan pe geeli kiss ki, phir zubaan se chaata. “Kitne baje hain?” Menaka ne aankhein band hi poocha, awaaz bhaari.
“Chhe ke thoda upar, memsaab…” Dara ne kaan mein phusphusaaya, “aur mera lund toh saat baj rahe hain.”
Usne ek haath neeche saraka diya, Menaka ki panty ke andar. Panty already geeli thi, raat ke paani aur subah ki garam saans se. Ungliyaan chut ke lips pe ghumayi, beech mein daal di, dheere-dheere andar-bahar.
“Aaahhh… Dara…” Menaka ki kamar khud hi peeche dhakel gayi.
Dara ne do ungliyaan poori andar ghusa di, tezi se chalane laga. “Ek round aur?” usne kaan mein dheeme se gunghunaya, “teri chut toh bol rahi hai haan.”
Menaka ne sirf muskurahat di, aankhein ab bhi band, lekin muh khula aur saansein tez.
Dara ne panty utaarne ki zehmat nahi ki. Bas Menaka ki right taang dheere se uthayi, panty ka geela crotch ek taraf sarkaya aur apna mota, garam lund seedha chut ke muh pe tikaya.
Ek halka sa dhakka… Phachak se poora andar.
“Aaaahhhhh…” Menaka ki lambi siski nikli, sar pillow se utha ke Dara ki toned baahon pe rakh diya.
Dara ne pehle dheere-dheere shuru kiya, jaise subah ki neend ko pyaar se khol raha ho. Har dhakka lamba, gehra, poora lund andar tak.
Thap… thap… thap… thap…
Menaka ka right haath peeche gaya, Dara ki sakht gaand pe rakha, nakhun gadaye aur khud usko aur andar kheenchne lagi.
“Gehra… aur gehra…” uski awaaz ab jaag chuki thi.
Dara ne speed badhayi. Ab har dhakke mein uska pet Menaka ki gaand se takra raha tha, balls chut ke neeche se thap-thap kar rahe the.
“Saali subah-subah hi geeli ho jaati hai tu…” Dara ne gardan pe kaat liya.
Menaka ne palta, ab peeth ke bal. Panty abhi bhi ek taang mein latki hui. Usne dono taangein Dara ke kamar pe lapet li aur khud hi kamar utha-utha ke dhakke lene lagi.
Dara ne jhuk ke uski choochiyon ko muh mein bhar liya, ek nipple choosa, doosre ko ungli se masla.
“Choos… zor se choos…” Menaka ne uske baal pakad ke muh apni chuchi pe dabaya.
Ab rhythm tezi se badh gaya. Thap-thap-thap-thap-thap-thap!
Bed hilne laga, chaadar munh mein ghusne lagi. Subah ki pehli kiran window se aa rahi thi, dono paseene se chamak rahe the.
Menaka ki aankhein band, muh khula, har dhakke mein ek chhoti si cheekh:
“Haan… haan… aise hi… subah ka good morning perfect hai…”
Dara ne uski dono taangein kandhe pe daal di, ab chut poori khuli aur gehri. Har dhakka itna zor ka ki Menaka ka poora badan upar uth jaata.
“Le… le ab… poora andar…” Thad-thad-thad-thad!
Dara ne dono haath Menaka ki kamar pe rakh ke dheere se upar dhakel diya. “Phir se upar chadh jaise kal raat… wahi wala style.”
Menaka ne thaki hui aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak daali. Bina bole usne palta, ghutne mod ke Dara ke dono taraf baith gayi. Lund abhi bhi andar tha, geela aur garam. Panty ek taraf sarki hui thi, crotch bilkul khula, jaise khud hi invitation de rahi ho.
Usne dheere se kamar neeche kiya, poora lund andar tak le liya. “Aaaahhh…” dono ke muh se ek saath nikla.
Phir Menaka ne dono haath Dara ke hairy chest pe rakhe, nakhun halke se gadaye, aur apni gaand aage-peeche grind karne lagi. Dheere-dheere, circular motion mein, jaise lund ko andar hi ghuma rahi ho.
Dara ke muh pe ek badi si smile aa gayi. Usne dono haath Menaka ki badi gol gaand pe rakhe, zor se masla, phir khol ke dekha kaise chut ke lips lund ko lapete hue hain.
“Kitni mast ride karti hai tu, memsaab…” usne gurraya.
Menaka ne speed badhayi. Ab upar-neeche… upar-neeche… har baar neeche baithti toh uski badi-badi milky choochiyan zor se udti aur Dara ke muh pe thap-thap thap-thap maarne lagti.
THAP… THAP… THAP…
Dara ne muh khol rakha tha, jaise dono choochiyon ko pakadna chahta ho. Ek baar left chuchi muh pe aayi, usne zor se choos liya. Doosri baar right, usne nipple daaton mein pakad ke kheencha.
“Choos… zor se choos…” Menaka ne uske baal pakad ke muh apni chuchi pe daba diya.
Ab Menaka poori control mein thi. Woh tezi se ride kar rahi thi, gaand aage-peeche, upar-neeche, lund har baar poora bahar nikal ke phir andar tak.
Dara ke haath gaand pe hi the, beech-beech mein zor ka thappad.
THHAP!! “Le… aur zor se hila apni gaand…”
THHAP!! “Kitni creamy hai yeh… bilkul doodh…”
Menaka ki saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, paseena uske boobs pe chamak raha tha. Usne sar peeche kiya, baal khule, aur zor-zor se uchalne lagi.
“Aaaahhh… haan… aise hi…………………ouch…”
Ab woh jaise pagal ho gayi thi, tezi se upar-neeche, choochiyan Dara ke muh pe thap-thap, gaand uske haathon mein masli ja rahi thi.
Dara ne neeche se zor ka dhakka maara.
Menaka ki aankhein band, muh khula, ek lambi cheekh:
“Bas… bas… aa… aa raha hai… haaaan!!!”
Usne tezi se teen-chaar aur ride kiye, phir poora neeche baith gayi, lund andar tak ghusa ke ruk gayi. Chut ne lund ko itna zor se jakda ki Dara bhi control nahi kar paya.
“Le… andar hi le le…” Dara ne gurraya aur garam paani ki teez dhaar Menaka ki chut mein chhod di.
Menaka uske upar hi gir padi, saans phooli hui, paseena se bheegi hui, choochiyan Dara ke seene pe dab gayi.
Dono waise hi pade rahe, lund abhi bhi andar, chut se thoda sa maal neeche beh raha tha.
Dara ne uske baal sehlate hue dheeme se bola, “Subah ka nashta bhi ho gaya, memsaab…”
Menaka ne thaki hui hasi di, “Aur ab dinner kab doge?”
Menaka dheere se Dara ke seene pe giri, uski badi choochiyan abhi bhi garam aur paseene se chamak rahi thi, nipples abhi bhi khade, Dara ke chest ke baalon se ragad rahe the. Lund abhi bhi uski chut mein tha, dheeme-dheeme naram ho raha tha, lekin na Dara ne nikala, na Menaka ne uthne ki koshish ki.
Dono ke saans abhi tez the, lekin dheere-dheere shaant ho rahe the. Subah ki halki si thandi hawa khidki se aa rahi thi, dono ke geele badan pe lag ke ek sukoon si la rahi thi.
Dara ne apni moti baahon se Menaka ko poori tarah jakad liya, jaise ab woh uski hai, aur koi le nahi sakta. Usne uske maathe pe ek lamba kiss kiya, phir naak pe, phir hoth pe… dheere-dheere, pyaar se.
Menaka ne aankhein band kar li, apna sar Dara ke seene pe tikaya, uski dil ki dhadkan sun rahi thi.
“Abhi bhi andar hai tera…” Menaka ne dheeme se muskurate hue bola, chut ko halka sa jakda liya, jaise chhed rahi ho.
Dara ne hasa, “Chhodne ka man hi nahi kar raha… yeh ghar toh ab mera lagta hai.”
Usne ek haath Menaka ki peeth pe pherna shuru kiya, dheere-dheere, ungliyon se sehlaya… kandhe se leke gaand tak, phir wapas upar.
Menaka ne apna ek haath Dara ke gaal pe rakha, uski daadi pe ungli ferne lagi. “Kitna acha lag raha hai…” usne aankhein band hi bola.
Dara ne uski gardan pe kiss kiya, phir kaan mein dheeme se gunghunaya, “Ab roz aisa hi hoga… subah utho toh mera lund andar, raat sone se pehle bhi mera lund andar… teri chut ab meri morning alarm hai.”
Menaka ne halke se hasa, phir uske seene pe ek chhoti si kiss ki. “Alarm band mat karna kabhi…”
Kuch der tak dono waise hi pade rahe. Lund ab poora naram ho chuka tha, lekin Menaka ne ab bhi apni chut ko uspe jakde rakha tha, jaise chhodna nahi chahti.
Dara ne uske baal sehlate hue bola, “Ab so ja… thodi der aur… jab neend khulegi, phir se shuru kar denge.”
Menaka ne sir hila diya, apna sar uski baahon mein aur gehra chhupa liya.
Kamre mein sirf un dono ki saansein thi, aur subah ki pehli roshni dheere-dheere unke nange badan pe fail rahi thi.
Do minute baad woh ekdum se ruki aur peeche panic bhari nazron se dekha. Mujhe samajh aa gaya kyun. Maine bhi suna tha – main door khulne aur zor se band hone ki awaaz.
“Yeh kya hai? Koi ghus raha hai!” blanket kheench ke lapet liya.
“Relax, memsaab. Bas Banke hai. Maine usko chai-nashta laane bola tha.”
Aur sach mein, Banke thermos aur plastic bag liye room mein aaya. Aate hi aankhein phat gayi – Menaka blanket mein dhanki hui thi lekin wo samajh gaya poori nangi thi.
“Oh, sorry…” woh laal ho gaya, “mujhe pata nahi tha…”
Aur palta darwaza ki taraf. Lekin Dara ne zor se bola,
“Ruk!”
Banke ruk gaya, peeth ab bhi unki taraf.
“Wait ka matlab?” Menaka sach mein gusse mein lagi. “Paagal ho gaye ho?”
Finally Dara ki grip se chhudi aur side pe baith gayi, blanket lapete hue.
“Isne pehle bhi sab dekh liya hai, hahaha.” Dara hans pada aur blanket kheench ke boobs dikha diya. Menaka ne wapas kheencha.
“Banke, BAHAR JAO!!” chillayi.
“Ji, memsaab.” woh bola aur darwaza band karke nikal gaya.
Ab Menaka ne Dara ki taraf muh kiya aur ghoor ke dekha.
“Limit cross kar rahe ho.” usne daanta.
Lekin uske chehre pe cocky grin ab bhi thi.
“Kya badi baat hai? Ise pehle bhi sab dekh chuka hai.”
“Haan, lekin hum sex karte hue?”
“Toh kya? Bechara thoda show dekh leta. Waise bhi tune uska lund choosa hai.”
“Maine kaha tha na, woh sirf ek baar ki baat thi!”
“Vimla ko koi problem nahi usko dekhne mein. Balki woh toh kabhi-kabhi usko bhi…”
“Main Vimla NAHI hoon!”
Menaka chillayi, bed se utri aur kapde pehnne lagi.
“Jo shuru kiya tha khatam nahi karegi?” Dara thoda gusse mein laga.
“Nahi!” Menaka ne finality ke saath bola aur Dara ne zyada dabav nahi daala.Ek minute mein Menaka ne bra pehni, panty theek ki, loose shorts aur t-shirt daal liya. Dara aur main dono use ghoor rahe the, agla kya bole
“Kam se kam bechare ke saath nashta toh kar le.” Dara ne mera robe phir pehen liya aur bola.
Menaka palti aur haath chest pe cross karke usko ghoor ke dekha.
“Theek hai.” finally boli. “Lekin uske saamne koi funny business nahi. Tere ghar mein teri marzi chali thi. Mere ghar mein meri marzi.”
Dara ne kandhe uchaaye aur Menaka ke saath bedroom se nikal gaya.
Maine khali bedroom ko aadha ghanta tak dekhta raha, saath hi emails check karta raha. Teenon ki muffled awaazein aur beech-beech mein hasi-gudgudi sunai de rahi thi, lekin enhanced filter ke baad bhi samajh nahi aa raha tha kya bol rahe hain.
Mujhe thoda disappoint hua ki Menaka ne apni badchalan harkatein rok di. Dara ke saath sex agar Banke dekh raha hota ya shamil ho jaata toh gazab hota. Lekin shayad uske liye raat bhar kaafi tha. Main umeed mein baitha raha ki shayad kuch aur action mile.
Badle mein ek unexpected twist mila jisse mujhe shak hone laga ki jo aurat main dekh raha hoon woh sach mein meri wife hai ya nahi.
Kaafi der baad Menaka bedroom mein aayi aur bed ki chadar utaarne lagi. Raat ki gandagi saaf kar rahi thi. Shorts-t-shirt mein ab bhi thi.
Thodi der baad Banke paon ke panjon se aaya, Menaka ki peeth darwaze ki taraf thi. Woh zameen se kapde uthane jhuki hui thi jab Banke peeche aaya aur ek jhatke mein shorts neeche kar ke gaand dikha di.
“Aaaaaa!” Menaka aage kood gayi, shorts upar kheenchi. “Paagal ho gaye ho?”
Aakhri shabd whisper mein, mujhe hairaan kiya.
“Relax, woh doosre bathroom mein nahaa raha hai.”
Banke ne kaha aur usko embrace mein kheench liya. Menaka thodi tadpi aur boli,
“Woh kabhi bhi aa sakta hai!”
“Darwaza chir-chir karta hai. Sun lenge.” Banke ne shorts mein haath daal ke gaand dabane laga.
“Phir bhi risky hai!” finally chhudi.
Banke thoda disappointed laga lekin haath rok liye. Darwaze pe jaake khada ho gaya, bahar dekhta hua.
“Bola usko?” poocha.
“Bilkul nahi.” Menaka palti. “Tune?”
“Nahi.” Banke kuch pal chup raha phir bola. “Agar tune scene nahi banaya hota toh bolne ki zarurat hi nahi padti.”
“Matlab?”
“Jab main andar aaya. Itna sharminda hone aur drama karne ki jagah agar tu mujhe shamil hone deti. Usko bas control chahiye. Jab tak main uski ijazat se tere saath karta, usko koi problem nahi hoti.”
Menaka ne ghoor ke dekha aur boli,
“Dekh Banke… pichhle kuch hafte mein maine tum dono ko yeh reason diya hai ki mere limits hi nahi. Lekin hain. Aur threesome bilkul meri limit se bahar hai.”
“Kya badi baat hai? Tune hamare lund ek saath choose the, yaad hai?”
“Woh sirf ek baar tha. Aur isliye ki hum pakde gaye the. Aur main nahi chahti thi ki usko pata chale ki tune mujhe usse pehle chod diya tha. Tune dekha tha na uska gussa.”
Main kursi se koodta-koodta bacha, bombshell! Pehle se Banke ke saath sex kar chuki thi? Kab? Mujhse kyun chhupaya?
“Haan, haan, pata hai. Phir bhi…”
“Dekh, mujhe koi farq nahi padta agar tune usko bol bhi diya.” Menaka ne kandhe uchaaye.
“Nahi, abhi nahi.”
“Tune hi pehle darr lagaya tha, yaad hai?”
“Haan pata hai.” Banke ne saans chhodi. “Phir bhi jaln hoti hai. Kaisa… kaisa tha uske saath?”
“Matlab?”
Subah ke saat baj chuke the. Dara nahane chala gaya tha, nahar mein paani ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Menaka bed pe hi leti thi, chaadar sirf kamar tak, choochiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thi saans ke saath. Uske boobs pe ab bhi Dara ke daant aur thappad ke halke nishaan the, gaand pe laal pan abhi bhi chamak raha tha.
Darwaza dheere se khula. Banke chupke se andar aaya, sirf ek chhota sa towel kamar pe lapeta hua. Usne darwaza band kiya aur seedha bed ke paas aa gaya.
Menaka ne aankh kholi, usko dekha, thodi si sharmaayi, phir muskurayi. “Banke… tum kab aaye?”
Banke bed ke kinare baith gaya, uski nangi jangh pe haath phera. “Abhi abhi… Dara ne bataya tha. Bas dekhne chala aaya.”
Phir dheere se poocha, aankhon mein thodi si jealousy aur thodi si excitement, “Batao na memsaab… sach sach… mera ya Dara ka… kisske saath zyada maza aaya?”
Menaka ne ek lambi saans li, phir pillow ke sahare peeth tika ke baith gayi. Chadar neeche sarak gayi, dono badi choochiyan khul ke saamne aa gayi.
Usne Banke ko seedha aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se hasi, “It’s a no contest, Banke… bilkul bhi competition nahi hai.”
Banke ka dil sikud gaya. “Matlab?”
Menaka ne apne baal peeche kiye, phir dheere-dheere shuru ho gayi, jaise koi purana sapna dohra rahi ho:
“Dara ne mujhe… jaise kabhi kisi ne nahi choda. Pehle toh sirf muh mein liya tha maine… phir khud upar chadh gayi… uska lund itna mota aur lamba… ek baar mein poora andar chala gaya. Phir reverse cowgirl mein gaand pe baithi… khud thappad maangti rahi… usne meri gaand ko poora laal kar diya. Phir chair pe… swivel chair pe… meri taange kandhe pe rakh ke itna zor se thoka ki chair hilti rahi… kirr-kirr-kirr karti rahi poori raat.”
Banke ki saansein tez ho gayi, towel ke neeche lund khada hone laga.
“Kitni baar jhadi main?” Menaka ne khud hi poocha aur jawab diya, “Teen ya chaar baar toh confirm… ek baar toh chair pe itna zor se aaya ki paani ki tarah nikal aaya… aur har baar woh andar hi jhadta tha… ya boobs pe… ya muh mein daal ke…”
Usne apni choochiyon pe haath phera, jahan ab bhi Dara ka sukha hua maal laga tha. “Kal raat se ab tak… paanch ya chhe baar choda usne mujhe… subah bhi abhi abhi ek round maara hai… andar hi daal ke gaya hai nahane.”
Banke chup tha, bas dekhta raha.
Menaka ne uske gaal pe haath rakha, dheere se boli, “Banke… tum bhi ache ho… bahut ache ho… lekin Dara… woh alag level hai. Usne mujhe aisa choda ki ab lagta hai meri chut sooj gayi hai.”
“Usne kaha tune chut shave uske liye kiya.”
“Usse aisa lagta hai.”
“Toh nahi kiya?”
“Mujhe interrogate mat kar!”
“Theek hai, theek hai.” Banke paas aaya aur hug karne ki koshish ki. Iss baar Menaka ne chhod diya. “Toh meri baari kab?”
“Tere upar. Tu kaise nikalega?”
“Kuch sochta hoon.” Banke bola, phir Menaka ko chhod ke dheeme se bola, “Aa raha hai.” Aur room se daud ke nikal gaya.
Dara aaya, semi-erect lund hilta hua, hamare towel se nanga sharir ponchhta hua. Uske chehre pe cocky expression dekh ke main muskura diya, bilkul bewakoof bana hua tha, usko pata hi nahi ki uske saath bhi thoda sa dhoka ho raha tha. Waise irony mujhe bhi samajh aa rahi thi. Menaka ne mujhse bhi bahut kuch chhupaya tha.
“Banke, ab jaake so ja.” zor se bola. Jaldi hi main door band hone ki awaaz aayi.
Mujhe laga Dara rukawa session continue karega. Lekin woh kapde pehnne laga.
“Gaadiyaan dhona hai.” explanation diya.
Menaka ne sar hilaaya aur computer ki taraf chali. Jaldi hi webcam se ek foot door baith gayi. Usi chair pe jo raat bhar chudai aur sone ke liye use hui thi, computer on kiya.
Maine saans rok ke wait kiya, soch raha tha ki spyware sach mein utna achha hai ya nahi. Kya woh detect kar payegi ki sab broadcast ho raha hai? Nahi kar payi. Usne jaldi hi typing shuru kar di… maine socha mujhe email likh rahi hai.
“Banke ne bathroom mein mere hone ke waqt kuch chhedkhani ki koshish ki?” Dara ne smirk ke saath poocha, ab poore kapde pehen ke.
“Nahi.” Menaka ne short jawab diya aur typing jaari rakhi.
“Bechara. Tu uspe bahut sakht hai.” Dara ne paas aake t-shirt ke upar se boobs dabaaye. “Usko dekhne mein kya harj tha? Itna kuch dekh chuka hai. Ho sakta tha uska lund phir se choos leti.”
Menaka ne typing roki aur palat ke Dara ko dekha.
“Toh finally kya chahte ho? Main uske saath bhi so jaaun jaise teri pyari Vimla karti hai?” pointedly poocha.
“Nahi-nahi, bilkul nahi!” Dara ne dismissive tone mein bola. “Woh bas ek achha ladka hai jo duniya seekh raha hai, master ka kaam dekh ke kuch seekh leta, bas itni si baat. Yaad hai, maine tujhse uska lund choosne ko nahi kaha tha. Tu khud kar rahi thi jab main andar aaya tha. To socha shayad dobara bhi mann ho.”
“Maine kaha tha na, woh sirf ek baar ki baat thi!” usne snap kiya.
Woh muskuraaya, jhuka, Menaka ko kiss kiya, peeth pe haath pherte hue dheeme se bola,
“Aur tujhe Vimla ke baare mein itna sochna band karna chahiye kal raat ke baad. Vimla toh dal-roti hai. Jab bhooka ho, dal-roti khush ho kar kha lega. Aur bhooke dost ke saath bhi baant lega. Tu memsaab, biryani hai. Dost ko thoda taste de sakta hoon lekin poori biryani nahi baantunga. Usko dal-roti doonga aur biryani khud zyadatar khaunga.”
Menaka ajeeb metaphor pe hans padi.
“Toh dal-roti side mein bhi khaate rahoge?”
“Agar regular biryani mil rahi ho toh kyun? Vimla ab poori Banke ki hai. Usko koi farq nahi padega. Bas uski zaroorat poori karni hai kyunki uska sharabi pati nahi kar pata.”
Mujhe nayi baat pata chali ki Vimla bhi shaadi-shuda hai. Dara ka type ekdam clear tha.
“Agar Banke dal-roti se bore ho gaya aur biryani chakhne ki koshish kare jab tum nahi ho?” Menaka ne metaphor aage badhaya.
“Matlab agar woh thodi si chhedkhani se aage badhe? Sex ki koshish kare?”
“Haan, tab?”
Dara ka chehra serious ho gaya.
“Banke kabhi himmat nahi karega. Usse pata hai main kya karunga. Lekin agar kabhi zabardasti kare toh mujhe bata dena.” garam hokar bola.
“Agar zabardasti na kare? Agar… biryani khud chahe toh…” Menaka mocking tone mein shuru ki lekin Dara ne baal pakad liye. “Ouch… mazak kar rahi thi…”
“Sun memsaab.” threatening tone mein. “Aisi baat ka mazak bhi mat kar. Ab hum relationship mein hain. Main dhoka ya betrayal bardasht nahi karunga, mazak mein bhi funny nahi lagta. Sochne bhi mat. Yeh soch-soch ke bhi pareshan hoon ki tera pati wapas aayega toh mere peeche tere saath sex karega. Lekin woh tera pati hai, mere paas koi choice nahi. Lekin agar tune Banke ya kisi aur ke saath…”
“Relax.” Menaka defensive hui, thodi darr bhi lagi. “Fikar mat kar.”
“Yaad hai pichhli baar jab tune Banke ke saath peeche kiya tha? Maine kaise punish kiya tha?”
“Haan.” kaanpti awaaz mein.
“Phir se waisa na karwa. Mujhe tujhe maarna pasand nahi. Tera perfect body enjoy karne ke liye hai, pitne ke liye nahi.”
“Phir se bol rahi hoon, mazak tha. Sorry.” Menaka repentant bachche ki tarah.
“Good.” usne pyar se gaal pe haath phera. “Ab jaana hai mujhe. Agar Banke se cover kara saka toh beech mein aa jaunga. Lekin woh raat bhar jaaga hai toh din bhar soyega. Phir bhi koshish karunga. Tera beta kab wapas aayega?”
“Dopahar mein. college bus se.”
“Theek hai, umeed hai Banke usse pehle jaag jaayega.”
Nikal gaya.
Menaka chair pe baithi rahi, webcam se peeth ki taraf. Uske kandhon ke hilne se pata chal raha tha saansein tezi se le rahi thi.
“Shit, main kis chakkar mein pad gayi?” khud se darr bhari awaaz mein boli.
Phir palti aur typing phir shuru. Mujhe sach mein umeed thi ki yeh email mujhe hi hai.
Maine Menaka ko ek minute typing karte dekha. Chehra blank, keyboard ko ghoor rahi thi. Us haalat mein bhi uske bade boobs haath ke movement se dheere-dheere hil rahe the, nazar hat nahi rahi thi.
Pichhla bada email bahut lamba tha, iss baar bhi waisa hi umeed thi. Bekaar tha kyunki maine sab dekh liya tha. Lekin usko pata nahi tha. Bada excited tha ki woh apne shabdon mein kaise describe karegi, kitna chhupayegi.
Isliye hairaan hua jab Menaka jaldi uthi, bed pe aa gayi aur cellphone haath mein liya. Main socha short break hai. Lekin mera email alert baja. Inbox check kiya. Uska tha.
“Dearest Prakash
Jab time mile call kar dena. Tumhe raat ki baat jaanna hi hoga. Maine email likhne ka promise kiya tha jaise pichhli baar. Lekin abhi lamba email likhne ka mann nahi hai.
love you Menaka”
Email padha aur webcam feed pe wapas aaya. Menaka ab bhi bed pe thi, phone haath mein.
Maine phone uthaya call karne, lekin ruk gaya. Kuch baatein sochne thi pehle.
Pichhle kuch ghante mere liye emotional roller-coaster the. Real-time wife ko watchman se chudte dekhna erotic tha lekin mushkil bhi. Aur woh jhooth bhi boli hai, ya kam se kam chhupaya hai. Kyun? Maine toh poori ijazat de di thi. Menaka jhooti nature ki nahi thi.
Aur Banke-Dara ke saath yeh double-timing. Dara ka meri wife ko threaten karna dekh ke gussa aa gaya tha. Woh uski property nahi hai. Pehle uska “lowly servant” wala logic samajh aaya tha lekin ab yeh possessiveness aur dhamki thodi zyada thi. Menaka ne khud ko is mess mein kyun daala jab simple rakh sakti thi?
Phir socha, shayad pehla sawal ka jawab doosre mein hai. Usne mujhse chhupaya isliye kyunki mess mein phans gayi thi. Usko pata tha mujhe sex ki poori ijazat hai lekin iss double-timing mess se main gussa ho jaunga… aur bilkul sahi socha tha. Agar batati toh main uski bewakoofi pe gussa karta.
Aur main gussa tha. Lekin poora blame uspe nahi daal sakta. Usne sheltered conservative life ji hai, pura dashak family banane mein diya. Love-sex ke khel mein inexperienced hai. Abhi-abhi sexuality explore karna shuru ki hai. Is stage pe thodi galtiyan kare toh kya bura? Maine bhi apni shuruati sex life mein bahut badi-badi galtiyan ki thi.
Phir phone call ka approach kya hona chahiye? Sab bata doon ki mujhe sab pata hai? Lekin kaise explain karun? Yeh confess kar ke ki maine dhoka de ke sari raat spy kiya? Husband-wife ke beech bhi yeh creepy hai. Woh sach mein gussa ho jayegi. Nahi, phone pe nahi bata sakta. Bombay wapas jaake shayad.
Toh call kaise karun? Drama karun? Aur jhooth bole toh?
Aise hi dus minute internal debate karta raha, wife ki tasveer dekh raha tha, usi bed pe leti jahan kuch ghante pehle watchman ne usko achhe se choda tha. Finally call karne ko ready hua.
Speakers-headphone unplug kiye taaki feedback na ho. Lekin webcam on rakha aur dekhta raha. Number daala. Webcam mein 2 second ka delay tha.
“Hi slut!” maine rehearsed mazaakiya tone mein bola. “Watchman se achhe se chud gayi?”
“Prakash!!” usne whiny awaaz mein bola, chehre pe sakht expression. “Mujhe slut mat bolo. Bura lagta hai.”
“Sorry. Lekin sawal ka jawab nahi diya.”
“Haan.”
“Haan kya?”
“Haan, Dara aur maine… kar liya.” screen pe laal hote hue chehra haath se dhak liya.
“Congratulations!” adhe dil se bola. “Kaisa tha?”
“Bura nahi.” short jawab.
Maine suna tha Banke se ki usko comparison pasand nahi, isliye wahan nahi gaya. Waise bhi sab dekh chuka tha. Saaf tha usko mere se kahin zyada mazaa aaya.
“Toh… details?” khula chhoda.
Kuch second socha, kitna batana theek hai decide karti hui.
“Woh raat ko late aaya. Dinner kiya. Phir bedroom gaye. Hamara usual kissing, oral etc. Phir jab usne apna wala rubbing shuru kiya… lagta hai usko laga main ready hoon…”
“Kaise laga?” maine poocha, kya red saari, shaved chut ya Vimla wali baat batayegi.
“Bas body language se shayad. Usne poocha andar daal doon? Maine haan mein sar hilaaya. Aur… ho gaya.”
Chup.
“Okay…” maine aur umeed ki.
“Gussa ho?”
“Nahi, maine hi toh kaha tha jaane do, yaad hai?”
“Phir bhi, kehna alag baat hai.”
“Honey, main theek hoon. Maine khel liya, ab tune bhi kiya. Koi badi baat nahi.” maine kaha. “Toh… mere baad pehli baar kisi aur ke lund se chudne ka feeling kaisa laga?”
Maine sawal aise poocha taaki Banke ke baare mein khud bata de.
“Actually…” woh boli aur ruk gayi.
“Haan?” maine umeed se poocha. Screen pe uska chehra dekh raha tha, clearly andar ladai chal rahi thi.
“Actually… bilkul tere jaise hi laga.” finally boli.
Aur yeh pehla sachcha jhooth tha. Ab tak sirf chhupaya tha. Abhi Banke ke baare mein na batana usi category mein aata. Lekin “tere jaise hi laga” kehna ekdam jhooth tha. Maine khud dekha tha kitna mota tha aur usne kitni zor se chillaya tha “kitna mota hai”. Dara ke andar jaate waqt jo reaction diya woh mere saath kabhi nahi diya tha.
Mujhe ekdam gussa chadha, lekin khud ko samjhaya ki shayad meri mardangi ko bacha rahi hai.
“Jaise hi, haan?” finally bola.
“Haan.”
“Aur kya?”
“Aur kya… pata nahi… baat karte hue ajeeb lag raha hai…”
“Samajhta hoon.” maine kaha, zyada dabav nahi daalna chaha. “Jo yaad reh gaya ho…”
“Woh… energetic tha… umar ke hisaab se socha se kahin zyada.”
“Energetic kaise?”
“Matlab… speed aur kitni der tak chala sab kuch.” boli aur do second baad screen pe laal ho gayi.
“Kitni der tak chala?”
“15 minute ya aisa hi kuch.”
“Hmmm…” maine dimaag mein phir se chalaya – woh chillayi thi jaise mere saath kabhi nahi chillayi. “Aur kya?”
“Bas itna hi shayad. Jaise kaha, aise cheezon ko describe karna ajeeb lagta hai.” kandhe uchaaye.
“Kitni baar kiya?”
“Bas ek baar.” ek aur jhooth, maine chhod diya.
“Poori raat raha?”
“Subah chala gaya.”
“Phir se nahi karna chaha?”
“Chaha tha, mera mann nahi tha.” Phir bhi maine usko benefit of doubt diya – shayad meri ego bachane ke liye jhooth bol rahi hai kyunki hum bhi toh raat mein ek baar se zyada kabhi nahi karte the. Agar sach bolti ki teen baar kiya aur ek baar usne khud shuru kiya tha toh shayad mujhe threaten feel hota.
“Hmmm… toh satisfied hai?”
“Achha laga.”
“Phir se karegi uske saath?”
“Shayad.”
“Banke ke baare mein kya?” maine khula sawal daaga.
“Uska kya?” usne tezi se palta.
“Wahan tha? Dekha? Shamil hone ki koshish ki?”
“Nahi. Do din se dikha bhi nahi.” awaaz mein tension saaf thi. Yeh topic uske liye dardnaak tha.
“Shayad agla number uska ho?” maine mazaak mein bola.
Menaka kuch second chup rahi. Screen pe uska seena tezi se upar-neeche ho raha tha, chehra sakht.
“Prakash, phone rakhna padega. Darwaze pe koi hai.”
Ek aur jhooth. Maine chhod diya.
“Theek hai. Thodi der baad call karun?”
“Nahi, Alka se milne jaana hai thodi der.”
“Okay.”
“Kuch ghanton mein message karungi.”
Aur phone rakh diya.
Screen band hote hi kamre mein bilkul sannata chha gaya. Menaka laptop band karke bed pe dhire se let gayi. Uski saansein ab bhi tezi se chal rahi thi. Gale pe Dara ke ungliyon ke nishaan ab bhi garam the. Nipples mein ab bhi ek halki si jalan thi.
Woh chupchap ceiling ki taraf dekhti rahi. Phir dheere-dheere aankhein band ho gayi aur kal raat ke saare pal ek-ek karke yaad aane lage.
Dara ka haath uski choti mein… zor se kheenchte hue. Uske honthon pe katne wala woh kiss. Woh dheemi, khatarnaak awaaz—“Tu meri hai.” Phir bed pe ulta litaya, haath peeche bandhe, muh dabaya gaya takiye mein… aur woh ek ke baad ek dhakke, jaise poori raat usko apna banane ka faisla kar liya ho.
Menaka ki saansein phir se tez ho gayi. Usne bed-sheet ko mutthi mein jakad liya. Thighs ke beech ek garmi si phailne lagi.
Woh khud ko rok nahi paayi—haath dhire se t-shirt ke andar chala gaya, bra ke oopar se hi nipples ko chhua… dard ab bhi tha, lekin us dard ke saath ek ajeeb si current bhi daud rahi thi.
Usne aankhein band kar li. Dara ka chehra saamne aa gaya—woh pagalpan bhari aankhein, woh possessive smile. Aur woh ek sentence jo ab bhi kaanon mein goonj raha tha:
“Biryani sirf master khata hai.”
Menaka ki ungliyan apne aap neeche sarakne lagi. Usne hothon pe daant gada liye…………
Menaka bed pe kaafi der tak rahi aur main bas dekhta raha jab tak samajh aaya ki woh phir se so gayi. Raat bhar ki thakan thi, surprise nahi tha. Conversation ke baare mein thoda socha. Phir yaad aaya ek document boss ko bhejna hai, toh feed khula rakha, volume full karke kaam pe lag gaya.
Lagbhag 45 minute baad Bombay feed mein awaaz aayi. Front door khulne ki awaaz lagi. Maine turant video pe switch kiya.
Wife ab bhi bed pe so rahi thi. Kuch second baad Banke andar aaya. Haath mein chabi ka guchchha tha – spare key se khola hoga. Bed ke paas khada hua, Menaka ki soti hui soorat ko dekha. Phir ghutno pe baitha aur dheere se uski baah pakad ke hilaaya.
“Memsaab, utho.” dheeme se bola.
“Mmmm?” Menaka ne neend mein jawab diya.
“Main hoon, Banke.”
“Banke??!!” Menaka ekdam se uth baithi. “Yahan kya kar rahe ho?”
“Jhopdi se nikal aaya. Dara ko lagta hai main so raha hoon. Woh main gate pe busy hai.” bed pe uske bagal mein baith gaya.
Menaka bed pe baithi hui aah bhar ke stretch ki. Phir boli,
“Yahan nahi aana chahiye tha, Banke. Bahut risk hai.”
“Pata hai.” usne uska kandha sehlaaya. “Lekin mann nahi maana.”
“Main serious hoon, Banke.” Menaka sach mein darr gayi thi. “Agar Dara ko pata chala toh hum dono ki khair nahi!”
“Dara ki fikar mujhpe chhod do.” Banke ne paas aake hug karne ki koshish ki lekin Menaka peeche hati aur khadi ho gayi.
“Uspe chhod doon? Tab toh chhodti agar tum usse itna nahi darte. Aur sach boloon, mujhe bhi darr lagta hai!”
“Memsaab, Dara bas… purane khayalon ka hai. Aur buddha hai. Fikar mat karo…” utha aur phir se hug karne laga.
Iss baar Menaka ne nahi roka. Usne us jawaan tagde ladke ko apne gale lagne diya, gardan pe kiss karne diya, boobs dabaane diya. Thodi der uski bahon mein kho gayi phir boli,
“Agar Dara se nahi darte toh usko bata kyun nahi dete jo uss din kiya tha?”
“Maine kya kiya?” woh fondle karte hue poocha.
“Tumne fayda uthaya – woh busy tha, main vulnerable position mein thi – mujhe ambush kiya.”
“Ambush samjhti ho?”
“Kya tha phir? Sirf bra mein thi, jhuk kar kone saaf kar rahi thi jab tumne pakda, daba ke rakha. Meri naa ke bawajood andar ghusa diya!”
“Theek hai, shuru toh aisa hi tha… lekin rok nahi paya khud ko. Teri nangi gaand aur bade boobs dekh-dekh ke hamesha khada rehta tha. Jab andar aaya aur tujhe aise jhuka dekha toh jaanwar jaag gaya. Bas chadh gaya. Lekin rok toh sakti thi!”
“Itna bada tagda aadmi mujhe daba ke rakhe aur andar ghusa de toh kaise rokti? Aur maine roka bhi tha!” Menaka offended banne ki koshish kar rahi thi lekin awaaz bhari thi.
“Muh se naa boli lekin geeli chut ne haan kaha!” Banke ne shorts mein haath daal diya.
“Bakwaas!” wife ne aankhein band ki, uske seene pe peeth tika di.
“Muh se bhi thodi der hi naa boli. Jaldi hi maze se siskiyaan lene lagi.”
“Mmmmmm…” Banke ne khade-khade ungli pelni shuru kar di.
“Haan, aise hi. Tab bhi maze le rahi thi jaise ab le rahi hai.” Banke muskuraaya.
Iss baat se Menaka ko hosh aaya aur usne dhakka de diya. Do kadam peeche hati aur boli,
“Banke, chhod na! Dara ne mujhe ghanton nanga rakha aur garam kiya tha. Bilkul aroused thi. Haan, sharir ne penetration welcome kiya. Patidev mahine se bahar hain. Sex ke liye taras gayi thi. Aur turant nahi roka. Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki woh achha idea tha.”
“Tab bhi tujhe mazaa aaya tha. Mujhe ab bhi yaad hai har thokaane pe teri skin kaise kaanp rahi thi mere bade lund se.”
“Chup kar!”
“Tujhe mera bada lund pasand aaya… Dara se kahin bada hai. Aur teri chut itni tight lekin garam aur zinda…”
“Banke, bas kar!” Menaka chillayi. “Galti thi. Aur tujhe bhi pata hai galti thi. Agar galti nahi thi toh Dara ke aane ki awaaz sunte hi lund nikaal ke peeche kyun hat gaya?”
“Agar tujhe sach mein galti lagti toh phir mere paas daud ke mera lund muh mein kyun liya?” Banke ne palta jawab diya.
“Idiot, woh toh situation sambhalne ka ek hi tareeka tha taaki Dara ko pata na chale!” Menaka ne zor se uske gaal pe thappad maara. “Tu aadha nanga, lund khada aur mere paani se geela… main bilkul nangi. Dara ek pal mein samajh jaata ki hum chodachudi kar rahe the. Mere paas aur koi option nahi tha – ghutno pe baith ke tera lund muh mein liya, saaf kiya aur blowjob ka drama kiya.”
Banke ke kandhe jhuk gaye.
“Haan, pata hai. Aur uske liye shukrguzaar bhi hoon.” udaas awaaz mein bola. “Kitna na-insaafi hai… tu uski biwi bhi toh nahi hai. Woh buddha hai!”
“Buddha jo ab bhi tujhe maar sakta hai, clearly.” Menaka ne taana maara.
Banke chup raha. Phir se Menaka ko hug kiya aur shorts ke peeche haath daal ke gaand dabane laga.
“Please memsaab… sirf ek baar.”
“Ek baar kya?” Menaka ki saansein thodi tez ho gayi.
“Phir se karne de.”
“Dara ka kya?”
“Abhi busy hai. Please, bas jaldi-jaldi.”
Menaka uski tagdi baahon mein comfortable lag rahi thi. Uske bade biceps pe haath pherte hue boli,
“Theek hai, lekin jaldi.”
“YES!” Banke khushi se uchhal pada.
Usne Menaka ko ghuma ke kandhe dabaaye. Menaka ne bed pe haath rakhe aur jhuk gayi.
“Aaram se!” dheeme se boli.
“Aur intezaar nahi hota.” Banke ne lund bahar nikaala. Sach mein bahut bada tha. 9 inch ke aas-paas, mota supada.
Main hypnotized sa dekhta raha – doosra watchman meri wife ko jhukaye hue, shorts-panty neeche ki. Phir bina kisi tamjeeb ke, kaafi clumsy tareeke se peeche se andar ghusa diya.
“Aaaaahhhhh!” Menaka dard se chillayi itne bade lund ke andar jaane se.
“Top utaar!” Banke ne demand ki aur tezi se zor-zor se thokne laga.
Usne hukum maana, jhuki hui hi t-shirt utaar di. Ab sirf bra mein thi – shayad pehli baar bhi aise hi choda tha.
Main apni ab tak ki badchalan wife ko doosre lover se bedroom mein chut marte dekh raha tha, dimaag mein khud hi critique kar raha tha. Banke ka lund bada tha lekin bilkul inexperienced aur be-tareeka. Dara ko chodte dekhna toh mardangi pe chot tha kyunki buddha tha lekin game tha! Banke toh sirf size pe depend karta tha, sex ka style bilkul gafaar jaisa.
Bas tagde haath meri wife ki nangi kamar pe rakhe, jhukaye rakha aur tezi se chut thokta raha. Na foreplay, na sehlaana, na clit play, na variation. Menaka har thokaane pe grunt kar rahi thi lekin Dara ke saath wali passion nahi thi. Jaise duty nibha rahi ho ya ehsaan kar rahi ho. Technique ke maamle mein impressive nahi tha.
Lekin phir bhi dekhne mein bahut garam tha – meri biwi, mere bachche ki maa, sirf bra mein jhuki hui bedroom mein doosre watchman se chud rahi thi.
Banke zyada der nahi tik paya. Lagta hai kaafi maal jama tha, 2-3 minute mein hi gaand pe jhad gaya. Menaka ko orgasm ke aas-paas bhi nahi pahunchaya tha, saaf dikhai de raha tha. Woh jhuki hui hi rahi, jawaan ladke ka maal gaand pe laga hua. Phir seedhi hui aur bathroom ki taraf chali gayi.
Menaka bathroom se wapas aayi, gaand pe haath pherte hue, Banke ka garam maal abhi bhi geela tha.
Usne tissue se saaf kiya, shorts-panty upar kheenchi aur bed ke kinare baith gayi. Banke ab bhi khada tha, lund abhi semi-erect, muskurata hua.
“Bas itna hi?” Menaka ne thodi si shikayat bhari awaaz mein poocha.
“Arre memsaab, jaldi thi na… Dara kahin aa na jaaye.” Banke ne safai di, lekin uski aankhon mein ek bachkani khushi thi, jaise abhi-abhi apna favourite toy haasil kiya ho.
Menaka ne ek gehri saans li aur khud se sach bola (dheeme-dheeme, sirf apne dil mein):
“Yeh ladka jawaan hai… tagda hai… lund bada hai… lekin bas itna hi.”
Banke ke saath jo abhi hua, woh ek tezi se kiya gaya quickie tha – jaldi, be-tareeka, thoda dard bhara, thoda mazaa bhara, lekin poora mazaa nahi.
Banke ne usko sirf jhukaya, lund ghusaaya, 2-3 minute zor-zor se thoka aur gaand pe jhad gaya. Koi kissing nahi, koi clit play nahi, koi slow teasing nahi, koi position change nahi. Sirf ek jawaan byaaan ka animal instinct.
Dara ke saath jo hota hai woh alag level hai.
Dara buddha hai, lekin uska har thrust jaise jaanta hai Menaka ki chut ke andar kahan pressure daalna hai.
Dara usko pehle garam karta hai – gardan pe kiss, kaan mein gandi baatein, boobs ko dheere-dheere masalta hai, clit ko ungli se tease karta hai jab tak Menaka khud roye na, “Bas ab daal do!”
Dara position badalta rehta hai – missionary mein aankhon mein dekhta hai, doggy mein baal kheenchta hai, chair pe ghumata hai, side-fuck mein taang utha ke gehra chodta hai.
Dara orgasm deta hai – ek nahi, do nahi, teen-chaar baar. Har baar alag intensity ka.
Dara ke saath Menaka khud ko poori tarah se chhod deti hai – chillati hai, roti hai, haath-pair kaanpte hain, aankhein band ho jaati hain, aur jab jhadti hai toh poora sharir ek tsunami mein doob jata hai.
Banke ke saath?
Sirf ek chhota sa jhatka, ek thodi si geeli feeling, aur khatam.
Lund bada hone ka fayda tab hi jab usko chalana aata ho.
Menaka ne Banke ko dekha – woh ab bhi muskurata hua apna lund pant mein wapas daal raha tha, jaise duniya jeet li ho.
Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa dard aur maza ek saath utha.
Dard isliye ki yeh ladka usko “choda” toh zaroor, lekin usne usko “possess” nahi kiya.
Maza isliye ki yeh secret hai – Dara ko pata nahi, Prakash ko pata nahi. Sirf woh aur Banke. Ek chhupa hua gunah, ek chhoti si jeet.
Lekin sach yeh tha:
Banke jawaan hai, tagda hai, lund bada hai…
lekin Dara jaanta hai ki aurat ko kaise apna banaate hain.
Banke sirf chodta hai.
Dara uski rooh tak ghus jata hai.
Menaka ne apni chut pe haath rakha – abhi bhi geeli thi, lekin woh geelapan Banke ka nahi… Dara ki yaad ka tha.
Usne dheere se apne aap se vaada kiya:
“Banke ke saath yeh bas time-pass hai… secret thrill hai…
lekin asli chudai, asli sukoon, asli junoon… sirf Dara de sakta hai.”
Phir woh uthi, Banke ko jaldi-jaldi bahar bheja, darwaza lock kiya aur bed pe let gayi.
Us raat jab Dara aayega, woh jaanti thi – phir se woh purana tsunami aayega.
Banke sirf ek chhoti si lahar tha.
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Maine bunk bed pe shift kiya lekin usse pehle wireless headphone laga liya. Agar Mumbai wale bedroom mein koi awaaz aati toh main jaag jaata. Phir main so gaya.
“Yeah Banke…”
Dara ki dheemi si whisper headphone mein zor se goonji aur main jaag gaya.
Bed se ladkhadate hue utha aur computer screen tak dauda, yeh dekhne ke liye ki Menaka ka doosra lover (ya aadha lover) kab scene mein aaya. Lekin woh wahan nahi tha. Dara phone pe baat kar raha tha, awaaz dheemi rakhi hui thi taaki meri wife na jaage.
“Yeah, jo socha tha usse bhi behtar ho gaya… haan… hahaha… haan… ab sun…”
“Mmmmm?” Menaka chair pe dheeme se hili, ab bhi poori nangi.
“Kuch nahi, memsaab.” Dara ne usko bola aur phone kaan se lagaye room se bahar nikal gaya.
Dara corridor ke andhere kone mein khada tha, phone kaan se chipkaaya, awaaz poori dabbi hui lekin lund mein abhi bhi current daud raha tha.
“Haan re Banke… sun na madarchod… aaj toh kamaal ho gaya!”
Banke ki saans phone mein hi tez ho gayi, “Bol na bhai… poori raat kya-kya kiya saali ne?”
Dara ne gali ke deewar se peeth tikaayi aur shuru ho gaya, har detail jaise film chala raha ho:
“Pehle toh bas plan yeh tha ki sirf muh mein daal ke nikal jaunga… lekin saali ne khud bed pe ghodi bani, gaand dikha ke boli ‘daal do andar’… yaad hai na kitni badi hai uski gaand? Poori haath mein nahi aati… maine ek thappad maara toh poora gaal hil gaya!”
“Fuckkk… chut kitni tight thi re?”
“Arre bhai… pehle dhakke mein laga kunwari hai… bilkul current laga! Phir saali khud ride karne lagi… upar-neeche… upar-neeche… uski dono moti choochiyan mere muh pe thap-thap thap-thap maar rahi thi… maine dono nipples kaat-kaat ke laal kar diye… abhi bhi daant ke nishaan honge!”
Banke ki saans aur tez, “Gaand maari kya uski?”
“Nahi na saali natak kar rahi thi!”
“Choochiyan kya kiya?”
“Arre choochiyon ka toh alag hi khel tha… maine dono haathon se masla, muh mein bhar-bhar ke choosa, nipples ko daaton se kheencha… phir thappad pe thappad… left-right left-right… saali ki choochiyan bhi tamatar ban gayi… aakhir mein lund nikaala aur poora garam maal uske gale se leke pet tak udel diya… phachak-phachak-phachak… abhi bhi uski choochiyon pe meri maal ki laar latki hai… chair pe nangi padi hai, paseena aur maal se bheegi hui!”
Banke has has ke pagal ho gaya, “Photo bheja kya madarchod?”
“Abhi nahi… abhi toh so rahi hai bechaari… thak harami gayi meri lund se… lekin subah uthi toh pehle uski gaand pe ek aur round maarunga… phir full album bhejta hoon tujhe… chut ke andar ka view bhi hai… bilkul close-up!”
“Ek baar aur bata… kitni baar jhadi saali?”
“Paanch baar confirm… ek baar chair pe itna zor se jhadi ki poori chair hil gayi… chut se paani ki fountain nikal aayi… aur har baar cheekh rahi thi ‘teri randi bana de… teri randi bana de’… ab toh bilkul hamari personal randi ban gayi hai!”
Banke ne gurraya, “Bhai… mera bhi chance laga de na… dono milke thok denge ek saath… muh mein ek, chut mein ek… gaand mein bhi try karenge!”
Dara hasa, “Arre ab toh fixed hai… jab tak sahab Manila mein hain, yeh bungalow hamara adda hai… tu kal raat ko aa jaana… dono milke saali ko itna thok denge ki subah tak bed se uth na paye… muh bhar denge, chut bhar denge, gaand bhar denge… saala pura gangbang bana denge!”
“Done bhai… mera lund abhi se khada ho gaya… kal raat ko milte hain!”
Dara ne phone kaatne se pehle dheeme se bola, “Aur haan… abhi jaake ek quick round aur maar ke aata hoon… saali abhi bhi nangi so rahi hai… gaand upar kar ke… jaise invitation de rahi ho!”
Phone kaat diya. Dara ne apna lund pant ke upar se dabaya, ek badi si smirk maari aur seedha bedroom ki taraf chal diya. Lund abhi se full hard, jaise abhi ka round sabse wild hone wala tha.
Maine apni thaki-chudi wife ko dekha, usne dheere se sar uthaya, aankhein kholi. Room mein subah ki pehli roshni thi. Woh dhire se chair se utri, idhar-udhar dekha, confused. Phir panty pehni aur bed pe aa gayi, aankhein band kar li. Jaldi hi uske nange boobs phir se upar-neeche hone lage.
Do minute baad darwaza dheere se khula. Dara bilkul nanga andar aaya, subah ki pehli roshni uski moti, chamakti hui body pe pad rahi thi. Lund already half-hard, jaise raat bhar ki yaadein abhi bhi usmein garam thi.
Menaka side pe leti thi, ek taang mod ke, gaand thodi si ubhari hui, blanket sirf kamar tak. Dara bed pe chadha, peeche se chipak gaya. Uska garam, sakht seena Menaka ki peeth se takraya. Dono haath aage badha ke usne uski badi nangi choochiyon ko bhar liya.
“Mmm…” Menaka ne neend mein siski bhari.
Dara ne uski gardan pe geeli kiss ki, phir zubaan se chaata. “Kitne baje hain?” Menaka ne aankhein band hi poocha, awaaz bhaari.
“Chhe ke thoda upar, memsaab…” Dara ne kaan mein phusphusaaya, “aur mera lund toh saat baj rahe hain.”
Usne ek haath neeche saraka diya, Menaka ki panty ke andar. Panty already geeli thi, raat ke paani aur subah ki garam saans se. Ungliyaan chut ke lips pe ghumayi, beech mein daal di, dheere-dheere andar-bahar.
“Aaahhh… Dara…” Menaka ki kamar khud hi peeche dhakel gayi.
Dara ne do ungliyaan poori andar ghusa di, tezi se chalane laga. “Ek round aur?” usne kaan mein dheeme se gunghunaya, “teri chut toh bol rahi hai haan.”
Menaka ne sirf muskurahat di, aankhein ab bhi band, lekin muh khula aur saansein tez.
Dara ne panty utaarne ki zehmat nahi ki. Bas Menaka ki right taang dheere se uthayi, panty ka geela crotch ek taraf sarkaya aur apna mota, garam lund seedha chut ke muh pe tikaya.
Ek halka sa dhakka… Phachak se poora andar.
“Aaaahhhhh…” Menaka ki lambi siski nikli, sar pillow se utha ke Dara ki toned baahon pe rakh diya.
Dara ne pehle dheere-dheere shuru kiya, jaise subah ki neend ko pyaar se khol raha ho. Har dhakka lamba, gehra, poora lund andar tak.
Thap… thap… thap… thap…
Menaka ka right haath peeche gaya, Dara ki sakht gaand pe rakha, nakhun gadaye aur khud usko aur andar kheenchne lagi.
“Gehra… aur gehra…” uski awaaz ab jaag chuki thi.
Dara ne speed badhayi. Ab har dhakke mein uska pet Menaka ki gaand se takra raha tha, balls chut ke neeche se thap-thap kar rahe the.
“Saali subah-subah hi geeli ho jaati hai tu…” Dara ne gardan pe kaat liya.
Menaka ne palta, ab peeth ke bal. Panty abhi bhi ek taang mein latki hui. Usne dono taangein Dara ke kamar pe lapet li aur khud hi kamar utha-utha ke dhakke lene lagi.
Dara ne jhuk ke uski choochiyon ko muh mein bhar liya, ek nipple choosa, doosre ko ungli se masla.
“Choos… zor se choos…” Menaka ne uske baal pakad ke muh apni chuchi pe dabaya.
Ab rhythm tezi se badh gaya. Thap-thap-thap-thap-thap-thap!
Bed hilne laga, chaadar munh mein ghusne lagi. Subah ki pehli kiran window se aa rahi thi, dono paseene se chamak rahe the.
Menaka ki aankhein band, muh khula, har dhakke mein ek chhoti si cheekh:
“Haan… haan… aise hi… subah ka good morning perfect hai…”
Dara ne uski dono taangein kandhe pe daal di, ab chut poori khuli aur gehri. Har dhakka itna zor ka ki Menaka ka poora badan upar uth jaata.
“Le… le ab… poora andar…” Thad-thad-thad-thad!
Dara ne dono haath Menaka ki kamar pe rakh ke dheere se upar dhakel diya. “Phir se upar chadh jaise kal raat… wahi wala style.”
Menaka ne thaki hui aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak daali. Bina bole usne palta, ghutne mod ke Dara ke dono taraf baith gayi. Lund abhi bhi andar tha, geela aur garam. Panty ek taraf sarki hui thi, crotch bilkul khula, jaise khud hi invitation de rahi ho.
Usne dheere se kamar neeche kiya, poora lund andar tak le liya. “Aaaahhh…” dono ke muh se ek saath nikla.
Phir Menaka ne dono haath Dara ke hairy chest pe rakhe, nakhun halke se gadaye, aur apni gaand aage-peeche grind karne lagi. Dheere-dheere, circular motion mein, jaise lund ko andar hi ghuma rahi ho.
Dara ke muh pe ek badi si smile aa gayi. Usne dono haath Menaka ki badi gol gaand pe rakhe, zor se masla, phir khol ke dekha kaise chut ke lips lund ko lapete hue hain.
“Kitni mast ride karti hai tu, memsaab…” usne gurraya.
Menaka ne speed badhayi. Ab upar-neeche… upar-neeche… har baar neeche baithti toh uski badi-badi milky choochiyan zor se udti aur Dara ke muh pe thap-thap thap-thap maarne lagti.
THAP… THAP… THAP…
Dara ne muh khol rakha tha, jaise dono choochiyon ko pakadna chahta ho. Ek baar left chuchi muh pe aayi, usne zor se choos liya. Doosri baar right, usne nipple daaton mein pakad ke kheencha.
“Choos… zor se choos…” Menaka ne uske baal pakad ke muh apni chuchi pe daba diya.
Ab Menaka poori control mein thi. Woh tezi se ride kar rahi thi, gaand aage-peeche, upar-neeche, lund har baar poora bahar nikal ke phir andar tak.
Dara ke haath gaand pe hi the, beech-beech mein zor ka thappad.
THHAP!! “Le… aur zor se hila apni gaand…”
THHAP!! “Kitni creamy hai yeh… bilkul doodh…”
Menaka ki saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, paseena uske boobs pe chamak raha tha. Usne sar peeche kiya, baal khule, aur zor-zor se uchalne lagi.
“Aaaahhh… haan… aise hi…………………ouch…”
Ab woh jaise pagal ho gayi thi, tezi se upar-neeche, choochiyan Dara ke muh pe thap-thap, gaand uske haathon mein masli ja rahi thi.
Dara ne neeche se zor ka dhakka maara.
Menaka ki aankhein band, muh khula, ek lambi cheekh:
“Bas… bas… aa… aa raha hai… haaaan!!!”
Usne tezi se teen-chaar aur ride kiye, phir poora neeche baith gayi, lund andar tak ghusa ke ruk gayi. Chut ne lund ko itna zor se jakda ki Dara bhi control nahi kar paya.
“Le… andar hi le le…” Dara ne gurraya aur garam paani ki teez dhaar Menaka ki chut mein chhod di.
Menaka uske upar hi gir padi, saans phooli hui, paseena se bheegi hui, choochiyan Dara ke seene pe dab gayi.
Dono waise hi pade rahe, lund abhi bhi andar, chut se thoda sa maal neeche beh raha tha.
Dara ne uske baal sehlate hue dheeme se bola, “Subah ka nashta bhi ho gaya, memsaab…”
Menaka ne thaki hui hasi di, “Aur ab dinner kab doge?”
Menaka dheere se Dara ke seene pe giri, uski badi choochiyan abhi bhi garam aur paseene se chamak rahi thi, nipples abhi bhi khade, Dara ke chest ke baalon se ragad rahe the. Lund abhi bhi uski chut mein tha, dheeme-dheeme naram ho raha tha, lekin na Dara ne nikala, na Menaka ne uthne ki koshish ki.
Dono ke saans abhi tez the, lekin dheere-dheere shaant ho rahe the. Subah ki halki si thandi hawa khidki se aa rahi thi, dono ke geele badan pe lag ke ek sukoon si la rahi thi.
Dara ne apni moti baahon se Menaka ko poori tarah jakad liya, jaise ab woh uski hai, aur koi le nahi sakta. Usne uske maathe pe ek lamba kiss kiya, phir naak pe, phir hoth pe… dheere-dheere, pyaar se.
Menaka ne aankhein band kar li, apna sar Dara ke seene pe tikaya, uski dil ki dhadkan sun rahi thi.
“Abhi bhi andar hai tera…” Menaka ne dheeme se muskurate hue bola, chut ko halka sa jakda liya, jaise chhed rahi ho.
Dara ne hasa, “Chhodne ka man hi nahi kar raha… yeh ghar toh ab mera lagta hai.”
Usne ek haath Menaka ki peeth pe pherna shuru kiya, dheere-dheere, ungliyon se sehlaya… kandhe se leke gaand tak, phir wapas upar.
Menaka ne apna ek haath Dara ke gaal pe rakha, uski daadi pe ungli ferne lagi. “Kitna acha lag raha hai…” usne aankhein band hi bola.
Dara ne uski gardan pe kiss kiya, phir kaan mein dheeme se gunghunaya, “Ab roz aisa hi hoga… subah utho toh mera lund andar, raat sone se pehle bhi mera lund andar… teri chut ab meri morning alarm hai.”
Menaka ne halke se hasa, phir uske seene pe ek chhoti si kiss ki. “Alarm band mat karna kabhi…”
Kuch der tak dono waise hi pade rahe. Lund ab poora naram ho chuka tha, lekin Menaka ne ab bhi apni chut ko uspe jakde rakha tha, jaise chhodna nahi chahti.
Dara ne uske baal sehlate hue bola, “Ab so ja… thodi der aur… jab neend khulegi, phir se shuru kar denge.”
Menaka ne sir hila diya, apna sar uski baahon mein aur gehra chhupa liya.
Kamre mein sirf un dono ki saansein thi, aur subah ki pehli roshni dheere-dheere unke nange badan pe fail rahi thi.
Do minute baad woh ekdum se ruki aur peeche panic bhari nazron se dekha. Mujhe samajh aa gaya kyun. Maine bhi suna tha – main door khulne aur zor se band hone ki awaaz.
“Yeh kya hai? Koi ghus raha hai!” blanket kheench ke lapet liya.
“Relax, memsaab. Bas Banke hai. Maine usko chai-nashta laane bola tha.”
Aur sach mein, Banke thermos aur plastic bag liye room mein aaya. Aate hi aankhein phat gayi – Menaka blanket mein dhanki hui thi lekin wo samajh gaya poori nangi thi.
“Oh, sorry…” woh laal ho gaya, “mujhe pata nahi tha…”
Aur palta darwaza ki taraf. Lekin Dara ne zor se bola,
“Ruk!”
Banke ruk gaya, peeth ab bhi unki taraf.
“Wait ka matlab?” Menaka sach mein gusse mein lagi. “Paagal ho gaye ho?”
Finally Dara ki grip se chhudi aur side pe baith gayi, blanket lapete hue.
“Isne pehle bhi sab dekh liya hai, hahaha.” Dara hans pada aur blanket kheench ke boobs dikha diya. Menaka ne wapas kheencha.
“Banke, BAHAR JAO!!” chillayi.
“Ji, memsaab.” woh bola aur darwaza band karke nikal gaya.
Ab Menaka ne Dara ki taraf muh kiya aur ghoor ke dekha.
“Limit cross kar rahe ho.” usne daanta.
Lekin uske chehre pe cocky grin ab bhi thi.
“Kya badi baat hai? Ise pehle bhi sab dekh chuka hai.”
“Haan, lekin hum sex karte hue?”
“Toh kya? Bechara thoda show dekh leta. Waise bhi tune uska lund choosa hai.”
“Maine kaha tha na, woh sirf ek baar ki baat thi!”
“Vimla ko koi problem nahi usko dekhne mein. Balki woh toh kabhi-kabhi usko bhi…”
“Main Vimla NAHI hoon!”
Menaka chillayi, bed se utri aur kapde pehnne lagi.
“Jo shuru kiya tha khatam nahi karegi?” Dara thoda gusse mein laga.
“Nahi!” Menaka ne finality ke saath bola aur Dara ne zyada dabav nahi daala.Ek minute mein Menaka ne bra pehni, panty theek ki, loose shorts aur t-shirt daal liya. Dara aur main dono use ghoor rahe the, agla kya bole
“Kam se kam bechare ke saath nashta toh kar le.” Dara ne mera robe phir pehen liya aur bola.
Menaka palti aur haath chest pe cross karke usko ghoor ke dekha.
“Theek hai.” finally boli. “Lekin uske saamne koi funny business nahi. Tere ghar mein teri marzi chali thi. Mere ghar mein meri marzi.”
Dara ne kandhe uchaaye aur Menaka ke saath bedroom se nikal gaya.
Maine khali bedroom ko aadha ghanta tak dekhta raha, saath hi emails check karta raha. Teenon ki muffled awaazein aur beech-beech mein hasi-gudgudi sunai de rahi thi, lekin enhanced filter ke baad bhi samajh nahi aa raha tha kya bol rahe hain.
Mujhe thoda disappoint hua ki Menaka ne apni badchalan harkatein rok di. Dara ke saath sex agar Banke dekh raha hota ya shamil ho jaata toh gazab hota. Lekin shayad uske liye raat bhar kaafi tha. Main umeed mein baitha raha ki shayad kuch aur action mile.
Badle mein ek unexpected twist mila jisse mujhe shak hone laga ki jo aurat main dekh raha hoon woh sach mein meri wife hai ya nahi.
Kaafi der baad Menaka bedroom mein aayi aur bed ki chadar utaarne lagi. Raat ki gandagi saaf kar rahi thi. Shorts-t-shirt mein ab bhi thi.
Thodi der baad Banke paon ke panjon se aaya, Menaka ki peeth darwaze ki taraf thi. Woh zameen se kapde uthane jhuki hui thi jab Banke peeche aaya aur ek jhatke mein shorts neeche kar ke gaand dikha di.
“Aaaaaa!” Menaka aage kood gayi, shorts upar kheenchi. “Paagal ho gaye ho?”
Aakhri shabd whisper mein, mujhe hairaan kiya.
“Relax, woh doosre bathroom mein nahaa raha hai.”
Banke ne kaha aur usko embrace mein kheench liya. Menaka thodi tadpi aur boli,
“Woh kabhi bhi aa sakta hai!”
“Darwaza chir-chir karta hai. Sun lenge.” Banke ne shorts mein haath daal ke gaand dabane laga.
“Phir bhi risky hai!” finally chhudi.
Banke thoda disappointed laga lekin haath rok liye. Darwaze pe jaake khada ho gaya, bahar dekhta hua.
“Bola usko?” poocha.
“Bilkul nahi.” Menaka palti. “Tune?”
“Nahi.” Banke kuch pal chup raha phir bola. “Agar tune scene nahi banaya hota toh bolne ki zarurat hi nahi padti.”
“Matlab?”
“Jab main andar aaya. Itna sharminda hone aur drama karne ki jagah agar tu mujhe shamil hone deti. Usko bas control chahiye. Jab tak main uski ijazat se tere saath karta, usko koi problem nahi hoti.”
Menaka ne ghoor ke dekha aur boli,
“Dekh Banke… pichhle kuch hafte mein maine tum dono ko yeh reason diya hai ki mere limits hi nahi. Lekin hain. Aur threesome bilkul meri limit se bahar hai.”
“Kya badi baat hai? Tune hamare lund ek saath choose the, yaad hai?”
“Woh sirf ek baar tha. Aur isliye ki hum pakde gaye the. Aur main nahi chahti thi ki usko pata chale ki tune mujhe usse pehle chod diya tha. Tune dekha tha na uska gussa.”
Main kursi se koodta-koodta bacha, bombshell! Pehle se Banke ke saath sex kar chuki thi? Kab? Mujhse kyun chhupaya?
“Haan, haan, pata hai. Phir bhi…”
“Dekh, mujhe koi farq nahi padta agar tune usko bol bhi diya.” Menaka ne kandhe uchaaye.
“Nahi, abhi nahi.”
“Tune hi pehle darr lagaya tha, yaad hai?”
“Haan pata hai.” Banke ne saans chhodi. “Phir bhi jaln hoti hai. Kaisa… kaisa tha uske saath?”
“Matlab?”
Subah ke saat baj chuke the. Dara nahane chala gaya tha, nahar mein paani ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Menaka bed pe hi leti thi, chaadar sirf kamar tak, choochiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thi saans ke saath. Uske boobs pe ab bhi Dara ke daant aur thappad ke halke nishaan the, gaand pe laal pan abhi bhi chamak raha tha.
Darwaza dheere se khula. Banke chupke se andar aaya, sirf ek chhota sa towel kamar pe lapeta hua. Usne darwaza band kiya aur seedha bed ke paas aa gaya.
Menaka ne aankh kholi, usko dekha, thodi si sharmaayi, phir muskurayi. “Banke… tum kab aaye?”
Banke bed ke kinare baith gaya, uski nangi jangh pe haath phera. “Abhi abhi… Dara ne bataya tha. Bas dekhne chala aaya.”
Phir dheere se poocha, aankhon mein thodi si jealousy aur thodi si excitement, “Batao na memsaab… sach sach… mera ya Dara ka… kisske saath zyada maza aaya?”
Menaka ne ek lambi saans li, phir pillow ke sahare peeth tika ke baith gayi. Chadar neeche sarak gayi, dono badi choochiyan khul ke saamne aa gayi.
Usne Banke ko seedha aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se hasi, “It’s a no contest, Banke… bilkul bhi competition nahi hai.”
Banke ka dil sikud gaya. “Matlab?”
Menaka ne apne baal peeche kiye, phir dheere-dheere shuru ho gayi, jaise koi purana sapna dohra rahi ho:
“Dara ne mujhe… jaise kabhi kisi ne nahi choda. Pehle toh sirf muh mein liya tha maine… phir khud upar chadh gayi… uska lund itna mota aur lamba… ek baar mein poora andar chala gaya. Phir reverse cowgirl mein gaand pe baithi… khud thappad maangti rahi… usne meri gaand ko poora laal kar diya. Phir chair pe… swivel chair pe… meri taange kandhe pe rakh ke itna zor se thoka ki chair hilti rahi… kirr-kirr-kirr karti rahi poori raat.”
Banke ki saansein tez ho gayi, towel ke neeche lund khada hone laga.
“Kitni baar jhadi main?” Menaka ne khud hi poocha aur jawab diya, “Teen ya chaar baar toh confirm… ek baar toh chair pe itna zor se aaya ki paani ki tarah nikal aaya… aur har baar woh andar hi jhadta tha… ya boobs pe… ya muh mein daal ke…”
Usne apni choochiyon pe haath phera, jahan ab bhi Dara ka sukha hua maal laga tha. “Kal raat se ab tak… paanch ya chhe baar choda usne mujhe… subah bhi abhi abhi ek round maara hai… andar hi daal ke gaya hai nahane.”
Banke chup tha, bas dekhta raha.
Menaka ne uske gaal pe haath rakha, dheere se boli, “Banke… tum bhi ache ho… bahut ache ho… lekin Dara… woh alag level hai. Usne mujhe aisa choda ki ab lagta hai meri chut sooj gayi hai.”
“Usne kaha tune chut shave uske liye kiya.”
“Usse aisa lagta hai.”
“Toh nahi kiya?”
“Mujhe interrogate mat kar!”
“Theek hai, theek hai.” Banke paas aaya aur hug karne ki koshish ki. Iss baar Menaka ne chhod diya. “Toh meri baari kab?”
“Tere upar. Tu kaise nikalega?”
“Kuch sochta hoon.” Banke bola, phir Menaka ko chhod ke dheeme se bola, “Aa raha hai.” Aur room se daud ke nikal gaya.
Dara aaya, semi-erect lund hilta hua, hamare towel se nanga sharir ponchhta hua. Uske chehre pe cocky expression dekh ke main muskura diya, bilkul bewakoof bana hua tha, usko pata hi nahi ki uske saath bhi thoda sa dhoka ho raha tha. Waise irony mujhe bhi samajh aa rahi thi. Menaka ne mujhse bhi bahut kuch chhupaya tha.
“Banke, ab jaake so ja.” zor se bola. Jaldi hi main door band hone ki awaaz aayi.
Mujhe laga Dara rukawa session continue karega. Lekin woh kapde pehnne laga.
“Gaadiyaan dhona hai.” explanation diya.
Menaka ne sar hilaaya aur computer ki taraf chali. Jaldi hi webcam se ek foot door baith gayi. Usi chair pe jo raat bhar chudai aur sone ke liye use hui thi, computer on kiya.
Maine saans rok ke wait kiya, soch raha tha ki spyware sach mein utna achha hai ya nahi. Kya woh detect kar payegi ki sab broadcast ho raha hai? Nahi kar payi. Usne jaldi hi typing shuru kar di… maine socha mujhe email likh rahi hai.
“Banke ne bathroom mein mere hone ke waqt kuch chhedkhani ki koshish ki?” Dara ne smirk ke saath poocha, ab poore kapde pehen ke.
“Nahi.” Menaka ne short jawab diya aur typing jaari rakhi.
“Bechara. Tu uspe bahut sakht hai.” Dara ne paas aake t-shirt ke upar se boobs dabaaye. “Usko dekhne mein kya harj tha? Itna kuch dekh chuka hai. Ho sakta tha uska lund phir se choos leti.”
Menaka ne typing roki aur palat ke Dara ko dekha.
“Toh finally kya chahte ho? Main uske saath bhi so jaaun jaise teri pyari Vimla karti hai?” pointedly poocha.
“Nahi-nahi, bilkul nahi!” Dara ne dismissive tone mein bola. “Woh bas ek achha ladka hai jo duniya seekh raha hai, master ka kaam dekh ke kuch seekh leta, bas itni si baat. Yaad hai, maine tujhse uska lund choosne ko nahi kaha tha. Tu khud kar rahi thi jab main andar aaya tha. To socha shayad dobara bhi mann ho.”
“Maine kaha tha na, woh sirf ek baar ki baat thi!” usne snap kiya.
Woh muskuraaya, jhuka, Menaka ko kiss kiya, peeth pe haath pherte hue dheeme se bola,
“Aur tujhe Vimla ke baare mein itna sochna band karna chahiye kal raat ke baad. Vimla toh dal-roti hai. Jab bhooka ho, dal-roti khush ho kar kha lega. Aur bhooke dost ke saath bhi baant lega. Tu memsaab, biryani hai. Dost ko thoda taste de sakta hoon lekin poori biryani nahi baantunga. Usko dal-roti doonga aur biryani khud zyadatar khaunga.”
Menaka ajeeb metaphor pe hans padi.
“Toh dal-roti side mein bhi khaate rahoge?”
“Agar regular biryani mil rahi ho toh kyun? Vimla ab poori Banke ki hai. Usko koi farq nahi padega. Bas uski zaroorat poori karni hai kyunki uska sharabi pati nahi kar pata.”
Mujhe nayi baat pata chali ki Vimla bhi shaadi-shuda hai. Dara ka type ekdam clear tha.
“Agar Banke dal-roti se bore ho gaya aur biryani chakhne ki koshish kare jab tum nahi ho?” Menaka ne metaphor aage badhaya.
“Matlab agar woh thodi si chhedkhani se aage badhe? Sex ki koshish kare?”
“Haan, tab?”
Dara ka chehra serious ho gaya.
“Banke kabhi himmat nahi karega. Usse pata hai main kya karunga. Lekin agar kabhi zabardasti kare toh mujhe bata dena.” garam hokar bola.
“Agar zabardasti na kare? Agar… biryani khud chahe toh…” Menaka mocking tone mein shuru ki lekin Dara ne baal pakad liye. “Ouch… mazak kar rahi thi…”
“Sun memsaab.” threatening tone mein. “Aisi baat ka mazak bhi mat kar. Ab hum relationship mein hain. Main dhoka ya betrayal bardasht nahi karunga, mazak mein bhi funny nahi lagta. Sochne bhi mat. Yeh soch-soch ke bhi pareshan hoon ki tera pati wapas aayega toh mere peeche tere saath sex karega. Lekin woh tera pati hai, mere paas koi choice nahi. Lekin agar tune Banke ya kisi aur ke saath…”
“Relax.” Menaka defensive hui, thodi darr bhi lagi. “Fikar mat kar.”
“Yaad hai pichhli baar jab tune Banke ke saath peeche kiya tha? Maine kaise punish kiya tha?”
“Haan.” kaanpti awaaz mein.
“Phir se waisa na karwa. Mujhe tujhe maarna pasand nahi. Tera perfect body enjoy karne ke liye hai, pitne ke liye nahi.”
“Phir se bol rahi hoon, mazak tha. Sorry.” Menaka repentant bachche ki tarah.
“Good.” usne pyar se gaal pe haath phera. “Ab jaana hai mujhe. Agar Banke se cover kara saka toh beech mein aa jaunga. Lekin woh raat bhar jaaga hai toh din bhar soyega. Phir bhi koshish karunga. Tera beta kab wapas aayega?”
“Dopahar mein. college bus se.”
“Theek hai, umeed hai Banke usse pehle jaag jaayega.”
Nikal gaya.
Menaka chair pe baithi rahi, webcam se peeth ki taraf. Uske kandhon ke hilne se pata chal raha tha saansein tezi se le rahi thi.
“Shit, main kis chakkar mein pad gayi?” khud se darr bhari awaaz mein boli.
Phir palti aur typing phir shuru. Mujhe sach mein umeed thi ki yeh email mujhe hi hai.
Maine Menaka ko ek minute typing karte dekha. Chehra blank, keyboard ko ghoor rahi thi. Us haalat mein bhi uske bade boobs haath ke movement se dheere-dheere hil rahe the, nazar hat nahi rahi thi.
Pichhla bada email bahut lamba tha, iss baar bhi waisa hi umeed thi. Bekaar tha kyunki maine sab dekh liya tha. Lekin usko pata nahi tha. Bada excited tha ki woh apne shabdon mein kaise describe karegi, kitna chhupayegi.
Isliye hairaan hua jab Menaka jaldi uthi, bed pe aa gayi aur cellphone haath mein liya. Main socha short break hai. Lekin mera email alert baja. Inbox check kiya. Uska tha.
“Dearest Prakash
Jab time mile call kar dena. Tumhe raat ki baat jaanna hi hoga. Maine email likhne ka promise kiya tha jaise pichhli baar. Lekin abhi lamba email likhne ka mann nahi hai.
love you Menaka”
Email padha aur webcam feed pe wapas aaya. Menaka ab bhi bed pe thi, phone haath mein.
Maine phone uthaya call karne, lekin ruk gaya. Kuch baatein sochne thi pehle.
Pichhle kuch ghante mere liye emotional roller-coaster the. Real-time wife ko watchman se chudte dekhna erotic tha lekin mushkil bhi. Aur woh jhooth bhi boli hai, ya kam se kam chhupaya hai. Kyun? Maine toh poori ijazat de di thi. Menaka jhooti nature ki nahi thi.
Aur Banke-Dara ke saath yeh double-timing. Dara ka meri wife ko threaten karna dekh ke gussa aa gaya tha. Woh uski property nahi hai. Pehle uska “lowly servant” wala logic samajh aaya tha lekin ab yeh possessiveness aur dhamki thodi zyada thi. Menaka ne khud ko is mess mein kyun daala jab simple rakh sakti thi?
Phir socha, shayad pehla sawal ka jawab doosre mein hai. Usne mujhse chhupaya isliye kyunki mess mein phans gayi thi. Usko pata tha mujhe sex ki poori ijazat hai lekin iss double-timing mess se main gussa ho jaunga… aur bilkul sahi socha tha. Agar batati toh main uski bewakoofi pe gussa karta.
Aur main gussa tha. Lekin poora blame uspe nahi daal sakta. Usne sheltered conservative life ji hai, pura dashak family banane mein diya. Love-sex ke khel mein inexperienced hai. Abhi-abhi sexuality explore karna shuru ki hai. Is stage pe thodi galtiyan kare toh kya bura? Maine bhi apni shuruati sex life mein bahut badi-badi galtiyan ki thi.
Phir phone call ka approach kya hona chahiye? Sab bata doon ki mujhe sab pata hai? Lekin kaise explain karun? Yeh confess kar ke ki maine dhoka de ke sari raat spy kiya? Husband-wife ke beech bhi yeh creepy hai. Woh sach mein gussa ho jayegi. Nahi, phone pe nahi bata sakta. Bombay wapas jaake shayad.
Toh call kaise karun? Drama karun? Aur jhooth bole toh?
Aise hi dus minute internal debate karta raha, wife ki tasveer dekh raha tha, usi bed pe leti jahan kuch ghante pehle watchman ne usko achhe se choda tha. Finally call karne ko ready hua.
Speakers-headphone unplug kiye taaki feedback na ho. Lekin webcam on rakha aur dekhta raha. Number daala. Webcam mein 2 second ka delay tha.
“Hi slut!” maine rehearsed mazaakiya tone mein bola. “Watchman se achhe se chud gayi?”
“Prakash!!” usne whiny awaaz mein bola, chehre pe sakht expression. “Mujhe slut mat bolo. Bura lagta hai.”
“Sorry. Lekin sawal ka jawab nahi diya.”
“Haan.”
“Haan kya?”
“Haan, Dara aur maine… kar liya.” screen pe laal hote hue chehra haath se dhak liya.
“Congratulations!” adhe dil se bola. “Kaisa tha?”
“Bura nahi.” short jawab.
Maine suna tha Banke se ki usko comparison pasand nahi, isliye wahan nahi gaya. Waise bhi sab dekh chuka tha. Saaf tha usko mere se kahin zyada mazaa aaya.
“Toh… details?” khula chhoda.
Kuch second socha, kitna batana theek hai decide karti hui.
“Woh raat ko late aaya. Dinner kiya. Phir bedroom gaye. Hamara usual kissing, oral etc. Phir jab usne apna wala rubbing shuru kiya… lagta hai usko laga main ready hoon…”
“Kaise laga?” maine poocha, kya red saari, shaved chut ya Vimla wali baat batayegi.
“Bas body language se shayad. Usne poocha andar daal doon? Maine haan mein sar hilaaya. Aur… ho gaya.”
Chup.
“Okay…” maine aur umeed ki.
“Gussa ho?”
“Nahi, maine hi toh kaha tha jaane do, yaad hai?”
“Phir bhi, kehna alag baat hai.”
“Honey, main theek hoon. Maine khel liya, ab tune bhi kiya. Koi badi baat nahi.” maine kaha. “Toh… mere baad pehli baar kisi aur ke lund se chudne ka feeling kaisa laga?”
Maine sawal aise poocha taaki Banke ke baare mein khud bata de.
“Actually…” woh boli aur ruk gayi.
“Haan?” maine umeed se poocha. Screen pe uska chehra dekh raha tha, clearly andar ladai chal rahi thi.
“Actually… bilkul tere jaise hi laga.” finally boli.
Aur yeh pehla sachcha jhooth tha. Ab tak sirf chhupaya tha. Abhi Banke ke baare mein na batana usi category mein aata. Lekin “tere jaise hi laga” kehna ekdam jhooth tha. Maine khud dekha tha kitna mota tha aur usne kitni zor se chillaya tha “kitna mota hai”. Dara ke andar jaate waqt jo reaction diya woh mere saath kabhi nahi diya tha.
Mujhe ekdam gussa chadha, lekin khud ko samjhaya ki shayad meri mardangi ko bacha rahi hai.
“Jaise hi, haan?” finally bola.
“Haan.”
“Aur kya?”
“Aur kya… pata nahi… baat karte hue ajeeb lag raha hai…”
“Samajhta hoon.” maine kaha, zyada dabav nahi daalna chaha. “Jo yaad reh gaya ho…”
“Woh… energetic tha… umar ke hisaab se socha se kahin zyada.”
“Energetic kaise?”
“Matlab… speed aur kitni der tak chala sab kuch.” boli aur do second baad screen pe laal ho gayi.
“Kitni der tak chala?”
“15 minute ya aisa hi kuch.”
“Hmmm…” maine dimaag mein phir se chalaya – woh chillayi thi jaise mere saath kabhi nahi chillayi. “Aur kya?”
“Bas itna hi shayad. Jaise kaha, aise cheezon ko describe karna ajeeb lagta hai.” kandhe uchaaye.
“Kitni baar kiya?”
“Bas ek baar.” ek aur jhooth, maine chhod diya.
“Poori raat raha?”
“Subah chala gaya.”
“Phir se nahi karna chaha?”
“Chaha tha, mera mann nahi tha.” Phir bhi maine usko benefit of doubt diya – shayad meri ego bachane ke liye jhooth bol rahi hai kyunki hum bhi toh raat mein ek baar se zyada kabhi nahi karte the. Agar sach bolti ki teen baar kiya aur ek baar usne khud shuru kiya tha toh shayad mujhe threaten feel hota.
“Hmmm… toh satisfied hai?”
“Achha laga.”
“Phir se karegi uske saath?”
“Shayad.”
“Banke ke baare mein kya?” maine khula sawal daaga.
“Uska kya?” usne tezi se palta.
“Wahan tha? Dekha? Shamil hone ki koshish ki?”
“Nahi. Do din se dikha bhi nahi.” awaaz mein tension saaf thi. Yeh topic uske liye dardnaak tha.
“Shayad agla number uska ho?” maine mazaak mein bola.
Menaka kuch second chup rahi. Screen pe uska seena tezi se upar-neeche ho raha tha, chehra sakht.
“Prakash, phone rakhna padega. Darwaze pe koi hai.”
Ek aur jhooth. Maine chhod diya.
“Theek hai. Thodi der baad call karun?”
“Nahi, Alka se milne jaana hai thodi der.”
“Okay.”
“Kuch ghanton mein message karungi.”
Aur phone rakh diya.
Screen band hote hi kamre mein bilkul sannata chha gaya. Menaka laptop band karke bed pe dhire se let gayi. Uski saansein ab bhi tezi se chal rahi thi. Gale pe Dara ke ungliyon ke nishaan ab bhi garam the. Nipples mein ab bhi ek halki si jalan thi.
Woh chupchap ceiling ki taraf dekhti rahi. Phir dheere-dheere aankhein band ho gayi aur kal raat ke saare pal ek-ek karke yaad aane lage.
Dara ka haath uski choti mein… zor se kheenchte hue. Uske honthon pe katne wala woh kiss. Woh dheemi, khatarnaak awaaz—“Tu meri hai.” Phir bed pe ulta litaya, haath peeche bandhe, muh dabaya gaya takiye mein… aur woh ek ke baad ek dhakke, jaise poori raat usko apna banane ka faisla kar liya ho.
Menaka ki saansein phir se tez ho gayi. Usne bed-sheet ko mutthi mein jakad liya. Thighs ke beech ek garmi si phailne lagi.
Woh khud ko rok nahi paayi—haath dhire se t-shirt ke andar chala gaya, bra ke oopar se hi nipples ko chhua… dard ab bhi tha, lekin us dard ke saath ek ajeeb si current bhi daud rahi thi.
Usne aankhein band kar li. Dara ka chehra saamne aa gaya—woh pagalpan bhari aankhein, woh possessive smile. Aur woh ek sentence jo ab bhi kaanon mein goonj raha tha:
“Biryani sirf master khata hai.”
Menaka ki ungliyan apne aap neeche sarakne lagi. Usne hothon pe daant gada liye…………
Menaka bed pe kaafi der tak rahi aur main bas dekhta raha jab tak samajh aaya ki woh phir se so gayi. Raat bhar ki thakan thi, surprise nahi tha. Conversation ke baare mein thoda socha. Phir yaad aaya ek document boss ko bhejna hai, toh feed khula rakha, volume full karke kaam pe lag gaya.
Lagbhag 45 minute baad Bombay feed mein awaaz aayi. Front door khulne ki awaaz lagi. Maine turant video pe switch kiya.
Wife ab bhi bed pe so rahi thi. Kuch second baad Banke andar aaya. Haath mein chabi ka guchchha tha – spare key se khola hoga. Bed ke paas khada hua, Menaka ki soti hui soorat ko dekha. Phir ghutno pe baitha aur dheere se uski baah pakad ke hilaaya.
“Memsaab, utho.” dheeme se bola.
“Mmmm?” Menaka ne neend mein jawab diya.
“Main hoon, Banke.”
“Banke??!!” Menaka ekdam se uth baithi. “Yahan kya kar rahe ho?”
“Jhopdi se nikal aaya. Dara ko lagta hai main so raha hoon. Woh main gate pe busy hai.” bed pe uske bagal mein baith gaya.
Menaka bed pe baithi hui aah bhar ke stretch ki. Phir boli,
“Yahan nahi aana chahiye tha, Banke. Bahut risk hai.”
“Pata hai.” usne uska kandha sehlaaya. “Lekin mann nahi maana.”
“Main serious hoon, Banke.” Menaka sach mein darr gayi thi. “Agar Dara ko pata chala toh hum dono ki khair nahi!”
“Dara ki fikar mujhpe chhod do.” Banke ne paas aake hug karne ki koshish ki lekin Menaka peeche hati aur khadi ho gayi.
“Uspe chhod doon? Tab toh chhodti agar tum usse itna nahi darte. Aur sach boloon, mujhe bhi darr lagta hai!”
“Memsaab, Dara bas… purane khayalon ka hai. Aur buddha hai. Fikar mat karo…” utha aur phir se hug karne laga.
Iss baar Menaka ne nahi roka. Usne us jawaan tagde ladke ko apne gale lagne diya, gardan pe kiss karne diya, boobs dabaane diya. Thodi der uski bahon mein kho gayi phir boli,
“Agar Dara se nahi darte toh usko bata kyun nahi dete jo uss din kiya tha?”
“Maine kya kiya?” woh fondle karte hue poocha.
“Tumne fayda uthaya – woh busy tha, main vulnerable position mein thi – mujhe ambush kiya.”
“Ambush samjhti ho?”
“Kya tha phir? Sirf bra mein thi, jhuk kar kone saaf kar rahi thi jab tumne pakda, daba ke rakha. Meri naa ke bawajood andar ghusa diya!”
“Theek hai, shuru toh aisa hi tha… lekin rok nahi paya khud ko. Teri nangi gaand aur bade boobs dekh-dekh ke hamesha khada rehta tha. Jab andar aaya aur tujhe aise jhuka dekha toh jaanwar jaag gaya. Bas chadh gaya. Lekin rok toh sakti thi!”
“Itna bada tagda aadmi mujhe daba ke rakhe aur andar ghusa de toh kaise rokti? Aur maine roka bhi tha!” Menaka offended banne ki koshish kar rahi thi lekin awaaz bhari thi.
“Muh se naa boli lekin geeli chut ne haan kaha!” Banke ne shorts mein haath daal diya.
“Bakwaas!” wife ne aankhein band ki, uske seene pe peeth tika di.
“Muh se bhi thodi der hi naa boli. Jaldi hi maze se siskiyaan lene lagi.”
“Mmmmmm…” Banke ne khade-khade ungli pelni shuru kar di.
“Haan, aise hi. Tab bhi maze le rahi thi jaise ab le rahi hai.” Banke muskuraaya.
Iss baat se Menaka ko hosh aaya aur usne dhakka de diya. Do kadam peeche hati aur boli,
“Banke, chhod na! Dara ne mujhe ghanton nanga rakha aur garam kiya tha. Bilkul aroused thi. Haan, sharir ne penetration welcome kiya. Patidev mahine se bahar hain. Sex ke liye taras gayi thi. Aur turant nahi roka. Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki woh achha idea tha.”
“Tab bhi tujhe mazaa aaya tha. Mujhe ab bhi yaad hai har thokaane pe teri skin kaise kaanp rahi thi mere bade lund se.”
“Chup kar!”
“Tujhe mera bada lund pasand aaya… Dara se kahin bada hai. Aur teri chut itni tight lekin garam aur zinda…”
“Banke, bas kar!” Menaka chillayi. “Galti thi. Aur tujhe bhi pata hai galti thi. Agar galti nahi thi toh Dara ke aane ki awaaz sunte hi lund nikaal ke peeche kyun hat gaya?”
“Agar tujhe sach mein galti lagti toh phir mere paas daud ke mera lund muh mein kyun liya?” Banke ne palta jawab diya.
“Idiot, woh toh situation sambhalne ka ek hi tareeka tha taaki Dara ko pata na chale!” Menaka ne zor se uske gaal pe thappad maara. “Tu aadha nanga, lund khada aur mere paani se geela… main bilkul nangi. Dara ek pal mein samajh jaata ki hum chodachudi kar rahe the. Mere paas aur koi option nahi tha – ghutno pe baith ke tera lund muh mein liya, saaf kiya aur blowjob ka drama kiya.”
Banke ke kandhe jhuk gaye.
“Haan, pata hai. Aur uske liye shukrguzaar bhi hoon.” udaas awaaz mein bola. “Kitna na-insaafi hai… tu uski biwi bhi toh nahi hai. Woh buddha hai!”
“Buddha jo ab bhi tujhe maar sakta hai, clearly.” Menaka ne taana maara.
Banke chup raha. Phir se Menaka ko hug kiya aur shorts ke peeche haath daal ke gaand dabane laga.
“Please memsaab… sirf ek baar.”
“Ek baar kya?” Menaka ki saansein thodi tez ho gayi.
“Phir se karne de.”
“Dara ka kya?”
“Abhi busy hai. Please, bas jaldi-jaldi.”
Menaka uski tagdi baahon mein comfortable lag rahi thi. Uske bade biceps pe haath pherte hue boli,
“Theek hai, lekin jaldi.”
“YES!” Banke khushi se uchhal pada.
Usne Menaka ko ghuma ke kandhe dabaaye. Menaka ne bed pe haath rakhe aur jhuk gayi.
“Aaram se!” dheeme se boli.
“Aur intezaar nahi hota.” Banke ne lund bahar nikaala. Sach mein bahut bada tha. 9 inch ke aas-paas, mota supada.
Main hypnotized sa dekhta raha – doosra watchman meri wife ko jhukaye hue, shorts-panty neeche ki. Phir bina kisi tamjeeb ke, kaafi clumsy tareeke se peeche se andar ghusa diya.
“Aaaaahhhhh!” Menaka dard se chillayi itne bade lund ke andar jaane se.
“Top utaar!” Banke ne demand ki aur tezi se zor-zor se thokne laga.
Usne hukum maana, jhuki hui hi t-shirt utaar di. Ab sirf bra mein thi – shayad pehli baar bhi aise hi choda tha.
Main apni ab tak ki badchalan wife ko doosre lover se bedroom mein chut marte dekh raha tha, dimaag mein khud hi critique kar raha tha. Banke ka lund bada tha lekin bilkul inexperienced aur be-tareeka. Dara ko chodte dekhna toh mardangi pe chot tha kyunki buddha tha lekin game tha! Banke toh sirf size pe depend karta tha, sex ka style bilkul gafaar jaisa.
Bas tagde haath meri wife ki nangi kamar pe rakhe, jhukaye rakha aur tezi se chut thokta raha. Na foreplay, na sehlaana, na clit play, na variation. Menaka har thokaane pe grunt kar rahi thi lekin Dara ke saath wali passion nahi thi. Jaise duty nibha rahi ho ya ehsaan kar rahi ho. Technique ke maamle mein impressive nahi tha.
Lekin phir bhi dekhne mein bahut garam tha – meri biwi, mere bachche ki maa, sirf bra mein jhuki hui bedroom mein doosre watchman se chud rahi thi.
Banke zyada der nahi tik paya. Lagta hai kaafi maal jama tha, 2-3 minute mein hi gaand pe jhad gaya. Menaka ko orgasm ke aas-paas bhi nahi pahunchaya tha, saaf dikhai de raha tha. Woh jhuki hui hi rahi, jawaan ladke ka maal gaand pe laga hua. Phir seedhi hui aur bathroom ki taraf chali gayi.
Menaka bathroom se wapas aayi, gaand pe haath pherte hue, Banke ka garam maal abhi bhi geela tha.
Usne tissue se saaf kiya, shorts-panty upar kheenchi aur bed ke kinare baith gayi. Banke ab bhi khada tha, lund abhi semi-erect, muskurata hua.
“Bas itna hi?” Menaka ne thodi si shikayat bhari awaaz mein poocha.
“Arre memsaab, jaldi thi na… Dara kahin aa na jaaye.” Banke ne safai di, lekin uski aankhon mein ek bachkani khushi thi, jaise abhi-abhi apna favourite toy haasil kiya ho.
Menaka ne ek gehri saans li aur khud se sach bola (dheeme-dheeme, sirf apne dil mein):
“Yeh ladka jawaan hai… tagda hai… lund bada hai… lekin bas itna hi.”
Banke ke saath jo abhi hua, woh ek tezi se kiya gaya quickie tha – jaldi, be-tareeka, thoda dard bhara, thoda mazaa bhara, lekin poora mazaa nahi.
Banke ne usko sirf jhukaya, lund ghusaaya, 2-3 minute zor-zor se thoka aur gaand pe jhad gaya. Koi kissing nahi, koi clit play nahi, koi slow teasing nahi, koi position change nahi. Sirf ek jawaan byaaan ka animal instinct.
Dara ke saath jo hota hai woh alag level hai.
Dara buddha hai, lekin uska har thrust jaise jaanta hai Menaka ki chut ke andar kahan pressure daalna hai.
Dara usko pehle garam karta hai – gardan pe kiss, kaan mein gandi baatein, boobs ko dheere-dheere masalta hai, clit ko ungli se tease karta hai jab tak Menaka khud roye na, “Bas ab daal do!”
Dara position badalta rehta hai – missionary mein aankhon mein dekhta hai, doggy mein baal kheenchta hai, chair pe ghumata hai, side-fuck mein taang utha ke gehra chodta hai.
Dara orgasm deta hai – ek nahi, do nahi, teen-chaar baar. Har baar alag intensity ka.
Dara ke saath Menaka khud ko poori tarah se chhod deti hai – chillati hai, roti hai, haath-pair kaanpte hain, aankhein band ho jaati hain, aur jab jhadti hai toh poora sharir ek tsunami mein doob jata hai.
Banke ke saath?
Sirf ek chhota sa jhatka, ek thodi si geeli feeling, aur khatam.
Lund bada hone ka fayda tab hi jab usko chalana aata ho.
Menaka ne Banke ko dekha – woh ab bhi muskurata hua apna lund pant mein wapas daal raha tha, jaise duniya jeet li ho.
Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa dard aur maza ek saath utha.
Dard isliye ki yeh ladka usko “choda” toh zaroor, lekin usne usko “possess” nahi kiya.
Maza isliye ki yeh secret hai – Dara ko pata nahi, Prakash ko pata nahi. Sirf woh aur Banke. Ek chhupa hua gunah, ek chhoti si jeet.
Lekin sach yeh tha:
Banke jawaan hai, tagda hai, lund bada hai…
lekin Dara jaanta hai ki aurat ko kaise apna banaate hain.
Banke sirf chodta hai.
Dara uski rooh tak ghus jata hai.
Menaka ne apni chut pe haath rakha – abhi bhi geeli thi, lekin woh geelapan Banke ka nahi… Dara ki yaad ka tha.
Usne dheere se apne aap se vaada kiya:
“Banke ke saath yeh bas time-pass hai… secret thrill hai…
lekin asli chudai, asli sukoon, asli junoon… sirf Dara de sakta hai.”
Phir woh uthi, Banke ko jaldi-jaldi bahar bheja, darwaza lock kiya aur bed pe let gayi.
Us raat jab Dara aayega, woh jaanti thi – phir se woh purana tsunami aayega.
Banke sirf ek chhoti si lahar tha.
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