Adultery Meri wife job me ya kahi or

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Agle din subah Rahul der se utha, dimag abhi bhi kal raat ke intense video scenes se bhara hua tha – Anita ki gaand phat rahi thi boss ke motay lund se, wohi humiliation bhari moans, "Sir... phaad diya... meri gaand jal rahi hai... kutiya hoon main..." Usne dekha Anita taiyar ho chuki thi – ek tight red blouse aur black pencil skirt mein, cleavage gehri, gaand skirt mein hil rahi thi. Woh usse baat karna chahta tha, kuch poochhna chahta tha, par Pooja bhi vhi

Pooja aaj bhi killer lag rahi thi – short black skirt, jo uski moti moti thighs ko expose kar rahi thi, upar white crop top, navel saaf dikh raha tha. Par aaj gaand ke upar wala tattoo nahi dikha – kamar bilkul saaf, smooth skin. Rahul bed pe leta tha, pajama mein lund semi-hard, soch raha tha, "Yeh tattoo kal tha... aaj nahi... shayad temporary tha."

Pooja ne Rahul ko ghurte dekha, naughty smile di, "Oho Rahul jii... subah-subah itna ghoor rahe ho? Kuch aur dekh rahe ho kya?" Usne aankhon se Rahul ke pajama ke ubhar ki taraf ishara kiya.

Rahul jaldi se blanket khinch ke chhupaya, sharma ke, "Arre nahi... bas aise hi..."

Pooja hasi, aur flirt karte hue boli, "Oho... khada ho gaya? Itna jaldi? Anita ko bataun?"

Rahul ka chehra laal, "Nahi nahi... bas..."

Anita paani lene kitchen gayi tab Pooja aur paas aayi, bed ke kinare baith gayi, skirt upar sarak gayi, thighs dikh rahi thi. "Kya hua? Tattoo ki baat kar rahe the kal? Aaj nahi dikha na?"

Rahul ne poochha, "Haan... woh kya tha? Dikha nahi aaj."

Pooja hasi, "Arre badi andar tak nazar ja rahi hai tumhari... jyada andar mat daalo warna Anita maar degi... haha. Temporary tha yaar, main aur husband Goa gaye the toh banwaya tha. Fun ke liye."

Rahul shocked, "Oh... tum married ho? Mujhe pata nahi tha."

Pooja wink ki, "Pata hota toh kya karte? Kuch nahi... khane mein bulaya hota? Haha."

Anita aayi, thodi baatein hui – normal, office ki, weekend plan ki. Phir dono ladkiyan nikal gayi. Rahul office nahi gaya – dimag mein sab chal raha tha. Woh bedroom mein gaya, cupboard khola, kapde dhundhe – wahi lingerie mili jo video mein thi, black open-cup bra aur thong, andar dabi hui kapdon ke peeche. Rahul ke aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, "Saali... yeh sab sach hai... meri biwi boss ki rand ban chuki hai."


Usne pure kapde faike, dhundhne laga – kuch aur mile proof. Upar ek ladies purse pada tha, usne nikaala – andar pen drive thi. Rahul ne laptop mein lagayi, videos khole – wahi sari videos, hotel room, gaand, anal, humiliation. Ek nayi video bhi thi – "Wedding Gift" naam se.

Video open hui – angle back side se shuru, ladki ek sari mein thi – red silk sari, blouse low-cut, cleavage killer, gaand sari mein hil rahi thi. Chehra blur nahi tha, par angle back se tha. Phir front hua – blouse par focus, wohi blouse jo Rahul ne Anita ko kharida tha, 4 hazar ka, usme Anita ki cleavage kitni kamal ki dikhti thi. Rahul ne us blouse mein baar baar choda tha Anita ko, lund khada ho jata tha dekh ke.

Kisses ki awaazein aayi – deep, wet, zubaan milati hui.

Aadmi (boss) bola, "Kya chusti hai tu saali... muh mein hi nikal jata abhi...tre chut ko bhi to chakhe ye lund.."

Ladki (Anita) moan ki, "Sir jaldi karo na please... sari mat utarna aaj... function mein hain sab... ahhh..."

Rahul ke mann mein, "Har baar main karta tha... aaj koi aur... meri biwi ka blouse khol raha hai..."

Aadmi ne blouse ke hooks khole, bra utari – boobs bahar aaye, nipples hard. Unko chusa zor se, bite kiya. Anita moan, "Ahhh... sir... kitna zor se... mazaa aa raha hai... ahhh... par jaldi... sab bahar hain..."

Phir aadmi ne usko ghodi banaya – sari upar uthayi, petticoat side ki, panty neeche ki. Lund chut mein daala, zor zor se dhakke. Anita josh se, "Yes yes... ahh... or jor se... chod do mujhe sir... function mein chud rahi hoon... ahhhh... Rahul dhundh raha hoga... jaldi karo... ahhh..."

Aadmi ne gande dialogues, "Le saali... teri chut meri hai... pati se chup k chud rahi hai... randi ban gayi hai tu.... kutiya!"

Anita, "Ahhh... sir... haan... main aapki randi hoon... chod do... Rahul ko pata nahi chalna chahiye... ahhhh... yess... jaldi... ahhhh!"

Aadmi ne chut mein hi jhad diya, "Ahhh... le saali... mera maal leke ja apne pati ke paas..."

Anita ne sari adjust ki, "Thank you sir... ab jaati hoon... Rahul wait kar raha hoga..."

Video end.

Rahul ke aansu beh rahe the, lund khada tha, dukh bhi tha par dekhne ka mann bhi kar raha tha – Anita ko chudate hue, boss ke saath. Usne socha, "Kab hua hoga yeh? Ha... 2 hafte pehle rishtedar ki shaadi mein gaye the... Anita washroom ke naam pe 10-20 minute gayab hui thi... wapas aayi toh sari kharab thi, blouse gila, boli ulti aa gayi thi, food poisoning, pet kharab... jaldi wapas aaye the... aur ek din mein hi thik ho gayi. Woh kala sa jo pith mein dikha tha... temporary tattoo ya marker se likha 'Birthday Gift' wala... ohh meri biwi logo ko gaand gift deke aayi... public toilet mein chudi... mere rishtedar ki shaadi mein, jab main paas mein hi tha... chi..."

Rahul ka dil toot gaya – Anita bewafa thi, dhoka diya usne. Raat ko bataayega sab. Par abhi bhi excitement tha – video dekh ke lund khada tha. Woh soch raha tha, "Yeh sab sach hai... meri biwi boss ki rand ban chuki hai... humiliation se bhar gayi hai... ab kya karun?"

Tabhi phone aaya vo Anita ki maa ka tha