Adultery Meri wife job me ya kahi or

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Anita ghar pahunchi, darwaza kholte hi uska chehra thaka hua aur ghabraya hua tha – jeans aur top mein thi, baal bikhere, aankhein laal jaise rone ki koshish ki ho. Rahul sofa pe baitha tha, TV off, haath mein remote, aankhein laal gusse se. Anita ne bag side mein rakha, dheere se bola, "Jaanu... kya hua? Aise kyun shak kar rahe ho mujhpe? Maine kya kiya... batao na..."

Rahul ka gussa ubal pada, woh utha, awaaz tez, "Kya kiya? Apne boss ke saath mil ke gulchare uda rahi ho meri izzat ko mitti mein mila rahi ho... aur kya? Office mein cabin mein, hotel mein, shaadi mein... sab jagah... tu meri biwi nahi, boss ki rand ban gayi hai!"

Anita ki aankhein phail gayi, chehra safed, "Kya baat kar rahe ho? Pagal ho gaye ho kya? Maine kabhi aisa kuch nahi kiya... tumhare alawa kisi ko dekha bhi nahi!"

Rahul ne gusse se bola, "Achha? To bachhe ki kasam kha... ki tum hotel nahi gayi thi aaj... room no 34 mein boss ke saath!"

Anita ki awaaz thartharai, "Vo... vo main gayi thi... par sirf samjhaane... boss ne kuch galat kaha tha... main clear karne gayi thi..."

Rahul ne hasa, par hasi mein gussa, "Ab kya samjhana? Maine khud dekha hai apni aankhon se sab... room ke andar jo chal raha tha... gaand mein lund tha tere.. moan kar rahi thi 'Sir... phaad do meri gaand"

Anita ki aankhein bhar aayi, aansu behne lage, "Yeh kya bol rahe ho Rahul... yeh sab jhooth hai... maine aisa kuch nahi kiya... please believe me..."

Rahul ne TV on kiya, videos play ki – pehle wali gaand chudai wali, blur chehra par awaaz saaf "Ahhh sir... phaad diya... meri gaand jal rahi hai..." Anita ka chehra safed, woh TV pe dekhti rahi, "Yeh... yeh main kahan se... sakal toh dikh bhi nahi rahi... aur tum itna bada ilzaam laga rahe ho... koi hai bhi saboot iska? Maine shaadi ke baad bas tumhare alawa kisi ko dekha tak nahi!"

Rahul ne video pause kiya, ek scene jisme kaan ka jhumka saaf dikhta tha – wahi silver jhumka jo Rahul ne gift kiya tha. Usne jhumka bed pe phenka Anita ki taraf, "Dekh yahi hain na? Maine hi laya tha tere liye... ab boss ke saath gaand marwa rahi thi... birthday gift mein!"

Anita ne jhumka uthaya, haath kaanp rahe the, "Yeh... yeh wahi hai... par Rahul... yeh galat hai... maine aisa kuch nahi kiya..."

Rahul ne aage video play ki – function wali, saree mein, wahi blouse jo Rahul ne gift kiya tha, 4 hazar ka, golden border wala. Boss ne blouse utarwaya, boobs chuse, phir ghodi bana ke choda, Anita ki moan "Yes sir... jaldi karo... Rahul dhudh aa raha hoga... ahhhh... meri chut phaad do..."

Rahul ne pause kiya, "Yaad hai yeh blouse? Tune mangaya tha mere liye... ab boss ke liye utar rahi hai... kyun bol ab? Kya jawab hai?"

Anita ki aankhein aansu se bhar gayi, woh chup rahi, sirf ro rahi thi. Rahul ne bola, "Oho ha... bol sakti hai na ki aisa blouse aur aisa naam toh kisi aur ka bhi ho sakta hai... waise aisa hona bahut mushkil hai... par phir bhi... ho sakta hai."

Anita ne ummeed ki tarah Rahul ki taraf dekha – jaise Rahul sab galat bata de, usko apna le le, aasha bhari nigahon se. Par Rahul ki aankhon mein sirf gussa aur nafrat thi.