14-01-2026, 05:55 PM
Main phone ko ghoorta baitha tha, wait kar raha tha ki kab ring karega. Almost time ho gaya tha. Almost 4 baje Bombay mein.
Last time Menaka ko computer screen pe dekhe 48 ghante se zyada ho chuke the, jab Banke usko hamare bedroom mein thoda clumsy tareeke se chod raha tha. Bahut saare reasons the (jo jaldi bataunga) ki main uski progress computer pe monitor nahi kar paaya, aur jo do-teen baar baat hui bhi thi, woh bahut chhoti-chhoti calls thi. Bas uski awaaz sunne ke liye mar raha tha.
Finally phone baj gaya.
“Hey, finally yaar!” maine bola.
“Hello Prakash. Kaisa hai tu?” woh thodi thaki-thaki si lagi. Socha ki shayad abhi kisi lover ne usko chod ke aaya hoga. Par unlikely tha kyunki beta Ayan shayad ghar pe hi tha uske saath.
“Main theek hoon. Bas thoda thak gaya hoon is crazy kaam se.” maine bola. “Tu kaisi hai?”
“I’m okay.” usne ekdum short mein bola aur chup ho gayi.
“Achha… Dara ke scene mein koi update?”
“Kuch zyada nahi. Do din pehle afternoon mein sex hua tha, Ayan ghar aane se pehle.”
“Kahan?”
“Living room mein sofa pe.”
Yeh toh bilkul sach tha, camera pe jo maine live dekha tha, har second match kar raha tha – jaise koi personal porn movie chal rahi ho mere saamne.
Banke ke jaane ke baad Menaka thak kar seedha bed pe gir padi thi. Usne sirf ek patli blanket lapeti, nangi hi let gayi. Main zoom karke dekhta raha – uski peeth pe paseena chamak raha tha, gaand ke beech mein thoda sa laal nishaan, nipples abhi bhi thode hard, saans tez chal rahi thi. Woh gehri neend mein chali gayi, par jism abhi bhi garam tha.
Do ghante baad doorbell baji. Menaka ne jhatke se blanket phenka, ek light chadar lapeti (jo uske boobs ke upar se neeche tak sirf thodi si cover kar rahi thi), aur bedroom se bahar nikal gayi. Living room ka angle pe switch kiya – Dara khada tha, tight black t-shirt mein uska muscular chest ubhra hua, jeans ka front bulge already tight, jaise ready ho.
Dono sofa pe baith gaye. Pehle normal baatein – “Madam aaj akele hain?”, “Haan Dara… thodi der hi… Ayan college se late aayega…”
Phir Dara ne dheere se uska haath pakda, ungliyon ko sehlaya. Menaka ki saans ruk gayi. “Dara… risk hai…” par usne haath nahi chhudaaya.
Ek second baad Dara ne usko apni taraf kheencha. Deep kiss shuru – woh zor se uske hoth choos raha tha, jeebh andar daal ke andar tak. Menaka ki awaaz nikal gayi – “Mmmhh…” Dara ka haath uske chadar ke andar ghus gaya, boobs ko masalne laga, nipples ko pinch kiya. Menaka ka badan jhanjhana utha.
Chadar gir gayi. Menaka ab bilkul nangi sofa pe – uski badi gaand sofa pe dab rahi thi, boobs hil rahe the har saans ke saath. Dara ne apni t-shirt utari – uska solid chest, abs, aur neeche jeans khol di. Uska lund bahar aaya – mota, kaala, full hard, veins ubhri hui. Menaka ne dekha aur aankhein badi kar li, phir dheere se haath lagaaya, sehlane lagi.
Dara ne usko ghodi banaya – sofa pe ghutno ke bal, gaand upar. Woh peeche se uski chut ko ungliyon se rub kiya – “Madam… kitni geeli ho… pani tapak raha hai…” Menaka moan ki – “Ahhh… daal do jaldi…”
Dara ne apna lund uski chut pe rakha, dheere se andar dhakka maara. Menaka ka muh khul gaya – “Oooohhh… kitna mota hai…” Woh andar tak gaya, poora andar. Phir speed badha di. Thap-thap-thap… har dhakke ke saath Menaka ke boobs aage-peeche hil rahe the, gaand pe laal laal haath ke nishaan pad rahe the.
Menaka control nahi kar pa rahi thi – “Haan… zor se… fuck me harder Dara… ahhhh… meri chut phaad do…” Dara ne aur tez kiya, ek haath se uske baal pakde, doosre se clit rub ki. Menaka ka pehla orgasm aaya – pura jism kaanp gaya, chut se pani nikla, woh cheekhi – “DARAAAA… MAIN AA RAHI HOONNN… OH GODDD…”
Par Dara ruk gaya nahi. Usne usko ulta kiya, missionary mein – legs upar karke, andar zor zor se pelne laga. Menaka ke nipples ko choos raha tha, kaat raha tha. Dusra orgasm jhatke mein – “Phir se… aaahhhh… nahi rukna… aur andar tak…” Uski chut ab gili-chikni ho chuki thi, har dhakke pe chhapaak ki awaaz.
Teesra round – Dara ne usko lap pe bithaaya, cowgirl style. Menaka upar baith kar bounce kar rahi thi, boobs hil rahe the, haath Dara ke chest pe. Woh khud control kar rahi thi – “Haan… yahin… meri g-spot… ahhhh… bas yahin…” Phir teesra orgasm – is baar woh jhadte hue pura zor se cheekhi, jism spasming, chut se white cream nikal ke Dara ke lund pe chipak gaya.
Phir Dara bhi jhad gaya – andar hi, zor se, garam garam cum bhar diya uski chut mein. Menaka ka chehra satisfaction se glow kar raha tha, aankhein band, muh khula, paseena se tar-batar.
Sab shant. Sirf heavy saansein.
10 minute baad Menaka bedroom mein aayi – bilkul nangi, paseene se chamakti hui. Uske baal bikhre, hoth laal aur swollen, nipples abhi bhi khade aur sensitive, gaand pe laal haath ke nishaan, thighs ke beech se Dara ka cum dheere-dheere tapak raha tha – white sticky threads neeche girte hue. Woh chal rahi thi jaise pairon mein taakat nahi, har kadam pe thoda sa jhanjhanaahat.
Chehre pe woh ajeeb sa nasha – thakan + extreme satisfaction + guilt ka mix.
Woh seedha bathroom gayi, garam shower on kiya. Lambi der tak khadi rahi, paani ke neeche, haath se apni chut ko dheere se saaf kar rahi thi, par jaise abhi bhi usmein Dara ka ehsaas baaki ho.
Bahut der baad bahar aayi – normal pink salwar kameez pehna, baal bandhe, makeup thoda sa touch up. Par main jaanta tha – andar se uski chut abhi bhi garam thi, sensitive, thodi si swelling, aur har movement pe Dara ke cum ka ehsaas.
Woh mirror ke saamne khadi hui, khud ko dekha… halka sa naughty smile diya… phir bahar chali gayi. Normal mom mode on.
Par camera pe main sab dekh raha tha
“Sofa pe huh?” maine poocha. “Kis position mein?”
“Peeche se.”
“Matlab gaand mein?”
“KYA??? NAHI!! Pagal hai kya? Normal hi.”
“Toh woh tere gaand ke saath khelta hai kya?”
“Prakash!!” woh sharma gayi. “Abhi itne details nahi bata sakti.”
“Arre yaar, banda toh tujhe bahut easily seduce kar liya na… tu high-class memsaab, woh chhota sa watchman. Teri gaand toh badi inviting hai. Pakka woh bhi try karna chahta hoga.”
“Haan ek baar indirectly bola tha, maine turant mana kar diya. Yeh cheez main kisi ke saath nahi karungi, tu bhi ho ya woh.”
“Mujhse toh tu karegi nahi yeh, pata hai. Par uske saath shayad kar le.” thodi si khaari bitterness nikal gayi meri awaaz mein.
Menaka chup ho gayi. Usne meri tone pakad li thi.
“Prakash, tu hi woh aadmi hai jisse main pyar karti hoon. Tu mera world ka center hai.” usne dil se bola. “Agar tu kahin resentful feel kar raha hai toh…”
“Nahi nahi, sorry, aise matlab nahi tha.” maine jaldi se peeche hata. “Waise, uske baad kitni baar choda usne tujhe?”
“Bilku nahi. Ayan aa gaya tha. Friday tha woh din. Aaj Sunday hai. Ayan ke saath busy thi, Dara ke saath kuch chance hi nahi mila.”
“Raat ko bhi nahi? Jab Ayan gehri neend mein hota hai? Pehle toh raat ko bhi khel khela tha na uske saath.”
“Haan par woh impulsive stupidity thi. Ab risk nahi lena chahti, usko jag jaaye toh.”
“Tere orgasm ke cheekhon se?”
Kuch seconds silence.
“Main orgasm mein cheekhti nahi. Tu jaanta hai.” woh jhooth boli. Mujhe thoda aur kureda karne ka mann tha, par chhod diya.
“Sahi hai. To Dara cooperate kar raha hai? 48 ghante se haath nahi laga paya tujhe, shayad Vimla ke saath time spend kar raha hoga.” maine uska pain point touch kar diya.
“Shayad.”
Menaka thodi gusse se boli, jealousy saaf chhup nahi paa rahi thi. Phir shayad realize hua ki kya bol rahi hai, toh topic change kar diya.
“Waise tu kaisa hai? Woh bada engine kharab wala scene abhi bhi chal raha hai?”
“Haan, 18 ghante ki shifts chal rahi hain jabse woh cheez band ho gayi. Shayad aaj thodi der mein fix ho jaaye, phir port se nikal jayenge.”
“Toh dus din aur.” woh thodi si udaas si boli.
“Haan, dus din aur aur phir Dara ko tujhe mere saath share karna padega.”
“Koi sharing nahi. Jab tu yahan hoga, yeh sab band. Main continue nahi rakhungi.” usne seedha bola aur phir thoda zyada josh se boli, “Jab tu hoga, tu hi meri needs poori karega. Mujhe kisi aur se khelne ki zarurat nahi padegi.”
“Accha hai yeh sunke.” maine wohi jawab diya jo woh expect kar rahi thi, par dil mein phir se thodi jealousy lagi ki Dara usko kitna achhe se satisfy kar raha tha.
“Kab phir Skype pe aa payega?”
“Shayad Singapore se 5 din baad.” maine jhooth bola. “Waise aaj ka plan kya hai?”
“Thodi der mein Ayan ko uske classmate ke birthday party pe le jana hai. Woh abhi living room mein TV dekh raha hai, ready hai jaane ke liye. Tu usse baat karega? Bahut din ho gaye.”
“Haan zaroor, laga de usko!”
“HI papaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!” kuch seconds baad mere bete ki awaaz full volume pe aayi jab Menaka bedroom se bahar gayi aur phone usko de diya.
“Hello champ!”
Aur main apne bete se baatein karne laga…
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Phone call khatam hone ke baad, maine van ki window neeche ki.
"Okay Francis, ab tu andar aa ja." maine bola.
Francis ne solemnly sir hilaaya aur van mein baith gaya.
"Toh phone call se pehle main cameras check kar raha tha," usne bola. "Yeh teen fixed hain. Yeh teen rotate kar sakte hain 24 degrees idhar-udhar. Yeh waterproof wala hai. Aur yeh do wohi type ke hain jo maine pehle dikhaye the."
"Sab mein night vision hai kya?" maine poocha.
"Night vision software se enable ho jayega jo maine diya tha," usne jawab diya.
"Achha… kuch extra hain tere paas?"
"Haan bilkul… kahan lagwane hain?"
"Roof pe possible hai kya?"
"Roof? Exactly kahan?"
Maine usko layout samjhaya, har jagah point karke bataya. Par beech mein main ruk gaya.
Instinct tha – van ke windows darkly tinted the, andar se bahar kuch nahi dikhta. Phir bhi, jab Menaka aur Ayan building se bahar nikle aur hamari van ke saamne se guzre, main chup ho gaya.
Haan yaar, main ab Bombay mein tha!
Menaka ki pehli raat jab woh full-on total slut ban gayi thi, usko live dekh kar mere mann mein mixed feelings the. Ek taraf full hard ho gaya tha – kitna maza aaya har cheez live dekhne mein, uski cheekhein, uski chut se pani tapakte hue, Dara ka mota lund andar-bahar… Par doosri taraf thodi tension bhi thi safety ki, Banke aur Dara ke complicated scene se.
Dara ne usko threaten kiya tha, aur woh description yaad tha – uske hut mein usko ghutno pe jhukaya, gaand pe zor zor se maarna, jaise koi slave ho… livid feel hua tha.
Ship Manila se nikalne wali thi kuch ghanton mein. Do din out of range, bohot busy. Situation itni complicated ho chuki thi ki ship pe thousands km door baithna possible nahi tha.
Toh maine shipping company ko call kiya, excuse banaya ki maa bohot bimar hai. Saalon se respect build kiya tha, unhone question nahi kiya. Kuch ghante work wrap up kiya, juniors ko samjhaya, phir next flight le li Bombay ki.
Flight mein sochta raha ki ghar pahunch ke kya karunga. Ek option tha direct surprise attack – ghar pahunch ke Menaka ko shock de dena. Safety ke liye best, Dara ke gusse se bach jayegi agar Banke ka scene bigad gaya. Par isse Menaka ki sexual exploration temporary band ho jayegi.
Bahut scenarios soch ke best plan banaya.
Bombay land karte hi ek dost se contact kiya jo sting operations wale new channel mein kaam karta tha. Jaldi se Francis ka contact mila – discreet, competent surveillance wala banda. Lamington Road pe uske office gaya, services hire ki. Impressed tha kitna laconic aur non-judgmental tha. Jab prove kar diya ki ghar mera hi hai, phir koi uncomfortable sawal nahi.
Phir hotel book kiya – sirf do galiyan door mera building se. Do faayde: High-def cameras aur mics ki range mein, internet pe depend nahi karna padta. Aur agar Dara-Banke ka koi tricky dangerous scene ho jaye, toh turant rush kar ke Menaka ko rescue kar sakta hoon.
Sab decide hone ke baad, Francis ne dark van mein mujhe building ke paas le gaya, wait kiya jab tak Menaka aur Ayan birthday party se wapas nahi gaye. Ab yahan the hum.
"Roof pe problem nahi hoga kyunki tere paas key hai," Francis bola. "Ghar ke bhi nahi."
"Agar koi rok le? Khaskar watchmen?"
"Tension mat lo sir. Yeh MTNL uniform bohot powerful hai access ke liye." usne shirt pe logo tap kiya. "Sirf tricky wala shack hai."
"Haan, wahan ka plan decide kiya?"
"Abhi nahi hoga. Raat ko late install karunga, diversion se."
"Kaisa diversion?"
"Ek truck breakdown karwa denge building ke paas raat ko. Phir watchmen ko bohot paisa offer karenge help ke liye."
"Ek toh raat ko sota hai usually."
"Tension mat lo. Multiple person job dikhaunga, awake wale ko itna paisa dunga ki sleeping partner ko utha ke laaye."
"Waah, sab soch rakha hai tune."
"Isiliye itna paisa de rahe ho sir."
Yeh sab kaafi lakhs ka scene tha. Par merchant navy ki hefty salary kabhi toh kaam aayegi na?
"Okay, toh kal subah tak…"
"Kal subah tak sab targets done – apartment ke saare rooms, roof, aur shack. Hotel room mein screens aur speakers ready hain, bas driver updates chahiye aur go."
"Excellent."
"Keys?"
Maine apartment aur roof ki keys de di. Francis ne electronic goodies ka bag uthaya aur van se bahar nikal gaya.
Raat ko late tak hotel room mein almost sab set up ho gaya. Multi-screen feed pe mera apartment live chal raha tha. Menaka Ayan ke saath birthday party se wapas aayi, uska beta awake tha, babbling kar raha tha – sab mundane day-to-day stuff. Menaka kapde change karte hue undies mein dikhi – white bra-panty, boobs thode ubhre, gaand tight – par pehle jo dekha tha uske saamne tame lag raha tha.
Roof ke cameras bhi set, night vision perfect. Abhi roof khali tha.
Sirf shack ke feeds abhi blank the. Francis ne assure kiya raat ko install ho jayenge.
Main bed pe shift hua, TV on kiya, dinner khate hue screens check karta raha. Menaka kitchen saaf kar rahi thi Ayan ko sula ke.
Woh itni sundar lag rahi thi mundane cheez karte hue bhi – salwar kameez mein, baal bandhe, thakan se chehra glow kar raha tha.
Yakeen nahi hota yeh wohi shy demure biwi hai jo decade se shaadi ki thi. Ab full nympho ban gayi – do mardon se time pass, aur shayad sexual rival ko nikaalwa diya.
Thodi der baad leftmost screen pe blank feeds alive ho gaye. Francis ne shack mein bhi cameras laga diye the. Chhota sa ganda mess wala room – bed pe purana mattress, dim light, zameen pe kapde bikhre. Dekhte hi yaad aa gayi Menaka ki description – yahan pehle watchman ne usko ghutno pe jhukaya tha, gaand pe maara, slave jaise treat kiya, phir mota lund andar thoka tha.
Soch raha tha – kya phir se yahan pe woh scene repeat hoga? Ya safe khelengi apartment mein?
Raat bhar kuch major nahi hua. Menaka jaldi so gayi. Dara aur Vimla roof pe fuck khatam karke chale gaye. Dara shack mein so gaya, shayad Banke night duty pe. Main bhi so gaya, par dil mein feeling thi – kal kuch bada hone wala hai.
Yeh rooftop pe Vimla aur Dara ka rough quickie scene – petite dusky maid bent over water tank, kurta upar, salwar neeche, gaand nangi brown, Dara peeche se pel raha hai zor zor se.
Yeh Menaka kitchen mein cleaning karte hue – beautiful mature Indian housewife, salwar kameez tight, gaand ubhri hui, chehra innocent par andar se full slut vibe.
Aur yeh shack ka interior – chhota messy room, dim light, bed messy, jahan Menaka ko pehli baar watchman ne subjugate kiya tha.
Last time Menaka ko computer screen pe dekhe 48 ghante se zyada ho chuke the, jab Banke usko hamare bedroom mein thoda clumsy tareeke se chod raha tha. Bahut saare reasons the (jo jaldi bataunga) ki main uski progress computer pe monitor nahi kar paaya, aur jo do-teen baar baat hui bhi thi, woh bahut chhoti-chhoti calls thi. Bas uski awaaz sunne ke liye mar raha tha.
Finally phone baj gaya.
“Hey, finally yaar!” maine bola.
“Hello Prakash. Kaisa hai tu?” woh thodi thaki-thaki si lagi. Socha ki shayad abhi kisi lover ne usko chod ke aaya hoga. Par unlikely tha kyunki beta Ayan shayad ghar pe hi tha uske saath.
“Main theek hoon. Bas thoda thak gaya hoon is crazy kaam se.” maine bola. “Tu kaisi hai?”
“I’m okay.” usne ekdum short mein bola aur chup ho gayi.
“Achha… Dara ke scene mein koi update?”
“Kuch zyada nahi. Do din pehle afternoon mein sex hua tha, Ayan ghar aane se pehle.”
“Kahan?”
“Living room mein sofa pe.”
Yeh toh bilkul sach tha, camera pe jo maine live dekha tha, har second match kar raha tha – jaise koi personal porn movie chal rahi ho mere saamne.
Banke ke jaane ke baad Menaka thak kar seedha bed pe gir padi thi. Usne sirf ek patli blanket lapeti, nangi hi let gayi. Main zoom karke dekhta raha – uski peeth pe paseena chamak raha tha, gaand ke beech mein thoda sa laal nishaan, nipples abhi bhi thode hard, saans tez chal rahi thi. Woh gehri neend mein chali gayi, par jism abhi bhi garam tha.
Do ghante baad doorbell baji. Menaka ne jhatke se blanket phenka, ek light chadar lapeti (jo uske boobs ke upar se neeche tak sirf thodi si cover kar rahi thi), aur bedroom se bahar nikal gayi. Living room ka angle pe switch kiya – Dara khada tha, tight black t-shirt mein uska muscular chest ubhra hua, jeans ka front bulge already tight, jaise ready ho.
Dono sofa pe baith gaye. Pehle normal baatein – “Madam aaj akele hain?”, “Haan Dara… thodi der hi… Ayan college se late aayega…”
Phir Dara ne dheere se uska haath pakda, ungliyon ko sehlaya. Menaka ki saans ruk gayi. “Dara… risk hai…” par usne haath nahi chhudaaya.
Ek second baad Dara ne usko apni taraf kheencha. Deep kiss shuru – woh zor se uske hoth choos raha tha, jeebh andar daal ke andar tak. Menaka ki awaaz nikal gayi – “Mmmhh…” Dara ka haath uske chadar ke andar ghus gaya, boobs ko masalne laga, nipples ko pinch kiya. Menaka ka badan jhanjhana utha.
Chadar gir gayi. Menaka ab bilkul nangi sofa pe – uski badi gaand sofa pe dab rahi thi, boobs hil rahe the har saans ke saath. Dara ne apni t-shirt utari – uska solid chest, abs, aur neeche jeans khol di. Uska lund bahar aaya – mota, kaala, full hard, veins ubhri hui. Menaka ne dekha aur aankhein badi kar li, phir dheere se haath lagaaya, sehlane lagi.
Dara ne usko ghodi banaya – sofa pe ghutno ke bal, gaand upar. Woh peeche se uski chut ko ungliyon se rub kiya – “Madam… kitni geeli ho… pani tapak raha hai…” Menaka moan ki – “Ahhh… daal do jaldi…”
Dara ne apna lund uski chut pe rakha, dheere se andar dhakka maara. Menaka ka muh khul gaya – “Oooohhh… kitna mota hai…” Woh andar tak gaya, poora andar. Phir speed badha di. Thap-thap-thap… har dhakke ke saath Menaka ke boobs aage-peeche hil rahe the, gaand pe laal laal haath ke nishaan pad rahe the.
Menaka control nahi kar pa rahi thi – “Haan… zor se… fuck me harder Dara… ahhhh… meri chut phaad do…” Dara ne aur tez kiya, ek haath se uske baal pakde, doosre se clit rub ki. Menaka ka pehla orgasm aaya – pura jism kaanp gaya, chut se pani nikla, woh cheekhi – “DARAAAA… MAIN AA RAHI HOONNN… OH GODDD…”
Par Dara ruk gaya nahi. Usne usko ulta kiya, missionary mein – legs upar karke, andar zor zor se pelne laga. Menaka ke nipples ko choos raha tha, kaat raha tha. Dusra orgasm jhatke mein – “Phir se… aaahhhh… nahi rukna… aur andar tak…” Uski chut ab gili-chikni ho chuki thi, har dhakke pe chhapaak ki awaaz.
Teesra round – Dara ne usko lap pe bithaaya, cowgirl style. Menaka upar baith kar bounce kar rahi thi, boobs hil rahe the, haath Dara ke chest pe. Woh khud control kar rahi thi – “Haan… yahin… meri g-spot… ahhhh… bas yahin…” Phir teesra orgasm – is baar woh jhadte hue pura zor se cheekhi, jism spasming, chut se white cream nikal ke Dara ke lund pe chipak gaya.
Phir Dara bhi jhad gaya – andar hi, zor se, garam garam cum bhar diya uski chut mein. Menaka ka chehra satisfaction se glow kar raha tha, aankhein band, muh khula, paseena se tar-batar.
Sab shant. Sirf heavy saansein.
10 minute baad Menaka bedroom mein aayi – bilkul nangi, paseene se chamakti hui. Uske baal bikhre, hoth laal aur swollen, nipples abhi bhi khade aur sensitive, gaand pe laal haath ke nishaan, thighs ke beech se Dara ka cum dheere-dheere tapak raha tha – white sticky threads neeche girte hue. Woh chal rahi thi jaise pairon mein taakat nahi, har kadam pe thoda sa jhanjhanaahat.
Chehre pe woh ajeeb sa nasha – thakan + extreme satisfaction + guilt ka mix.
Woh seedha bathroom gayi, garam shower on kiya. Lambi der tak khadi rahi, paani ke neeche, haath se apni chut ko dheere se saaf kar rahi thi, par jaise abhi bhi usmein Dara ka ehsaas baaki ho.
Bahut der baad bahar aayi – normal pink salwar kameez pehna, baal bandhe, makeup thoda sa touch up. Par main jaanta tha – andar se uski chut abhi bhi garam thi, sensitive, thodi si swelling, aur har movement pe Dara ke cum ka ehsaas.
Woh mirror ke saamne khadi hui, khud ko dekha… halka sa naughty smile diya… phir bahar chali gayi. Normal mom mode on.
Par camera pe main sab dekh raha tha
“Sofa pe huh?” maine poocha. “Kis position mein?”
“Peeche se.”
“Matlab gaand mein?”
“KYA??? NAHI!! Pagal hai kya? Normal hi.”
“Toh woh tere gaand ke saath khelta hai kya?”
“Prakash!!” woh sharma gayi. “Abhi itne details nahi bata sakti.”
“Arre yaar, banda toh tujhe bahut easily seduce kar liya na… tu high-class memsaab, woh chhota sa watchman. Teri gaand toh badi inviting hai. Pakka woh bhi try karna chahta hoga.”
“Haan ek baar indirectly bola tha, maine turant mana kar diya. Yeh cheez main kisi ke saath nahi karungi, tu bhi ho ya woh.”
“Mujhse toh tu karegi nahi yeh, pata hai. Par uske saath shayad kar le.” thodi si khaari bitterness nikal gayi meri awaaz mein.
Menaka chup ho gayi. Usne meri tone pakad li thi.
“Prakash, tu hi woh aadmi hai jisse main pyar karti hoon. Tu mera world ka center hai.” usne dil se bola. “Agar tu kahin resentful feel kar raha hai toh…”
“Nahi nahi, sorry, aise matlab nahi tha.” maine jaldi se peeche hata. “Waise, uske baad kitni baar choda usne tujhe?”
“Bilku nahi. Ayan aa gaya tha. Friday tha woh din. Aaj Sunday hai. Ayan ke saath busy thi, Dara ke saath kuch chance hi nahi mila.”
“Raat ko bhi nahi? Jab Ayan gehri neend mein hota hai? Pehle toh raat ko bhi khel khela tha na uske saath.”
“Haan par woh impulsive stupidity thi. Ab risk nahi lena chahti, usko jag jaaye toh.”
“Tere orgasm ke cheekhon se?”
Kuch seconds silence.
“Main orgasm mein cheekhti nahi. Tu jaanta hai.” woh jhooth boli. Mujhe thoda aur kureda karne ka mann tha, par chhod diya.
“Sahi hai. To Dara cooperate kar raha hai? 48 ghante se haath nahi laga paya tujhe, shayad Vimla ke saath time spend kar raha hoga.” maine uska pain point touch kar diya.
“Shayad.”
Menaka thodi gusse se boli, jealousy saaf chhup nahi paa rahi thi. Phir shayad realize hua ki kya bol rahi hai, toh topic change kar diya.
“Waise tu kaisa hai? Woh bada engine kharab wala scene abhi bhi chal raha hai?”
“Haan, 18 ghante ki shifts chal rahi hain jabse woh cheez band ho gayi. Shayad aaj thodi der mein fix ho jaaye, phir port se nikal jayenge.”
“Toh dus din aur.” woh thodi si udaas si boli.
“Haan, dus din aur aur phir Dara ko tujhe mere saath share karna padega.”
“Koi sharing nahi. Jab tu yahan hoga, yeh sab band. Main continue nahi rakhungi.” usne seedha bola aur phir thoda zyada josh se boli, “Jab tu hoga, tu hi meri needs poori karega. Mujhe kisi aur se khelne ki zarurat nahi padegi.”
“Accha hai yeh sunke.” maine wohi jawab diya jo woh expect kar rahi thi, par dil mein phir se thodi jealousy lagi ki Dara usko kitna achhe se satisfy kar raha tha.
“Kab phir Skype pe aa payega?”
“Shayad Singapore se 5 din baad.” maine jhooth bola. “Waise aaj ka plan kya hai?”
“Thodi der mein Ayan ko uske classmate ke birthday party pe le jana hai. Woh abhi living room mein TV dekh raha hai, ready hai jaane ke liye. Tu usse baat karega? Bahut din ho gaye.”
“Haan zaroor, laga de usko!”
“HI papaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!” kuch seconds baad mere bete ki awaaz full volume pe aayi jab Menaka bedroom se bahar gayi aur phone usko de diya.
“Hello champ!”
Aur main apne bete se baatein karne laga…
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Phone call khatam hone ke baad, maine van ki window neeche ki.
"Okay Francis, ab tu andar aa ja." maine bola.
Francis ne solemnly sir hilaaya aur van mein baith gaya.
"Toh phone call se pehle main cameras check kar raha tha," usne bola. "Yeh teen fixed hain. Yeh teen rotate kar sakte hain 24 degrees idhar-udhar. Yeh waterproof wala hai. Aur yeh do wohi type ke hain jo maine pehle dikhaye the."
"Sab mein night vision hai kya?" maine poocha.
"Night vision software se enable ho jayega jo maine diya tha," usne jawab diya.
"Achha… kuch extra hain tere paas?"
"Haan bilkul… kahan lagwane hain?"
"Roof pe possible hai kya?"
"Roof? Exactly kahan?"
Maine usko layout samjhaya, har jagah point karke bataya. Par beech mein main ruk gaya.
Instinct tha – van ke windows darkly tinted the, andar se bahar kuch nahi dikhta. Phir bhi, jab Menaka aur Ayan building se bahar nikle aur hamari van ke saamne se guzre, main chup ho gaya.
Haan yaar, main ab Bombay mein tha!
Menaka ki pehli raat jab woh full-on total slut ban gayi thi, usko live dekh kar mere mann mein mixed feelings the. Ek taraf full hard ho gaya tha – kitna maza aaya har cheez live dekhne mein, uski cheekhein, uski chut se pani tapakte hue, Dara ka mota lund andar-bahar… Par doosri taraf thodi tension bhi thi safety ki, Banke aur Dara ke complicated scene se.
Dara ne usko threaten kiya tha, aur woh description yaad tha – uske hut mein usko ghutno pe jhukaya, gaand pe zor zor se maarna, jaise koi slave ho… livid feel hua tha.
Ship Manila se nikalne wali thi kuch ghanton mein. Do din out of range, bohot busy. Situation itni complicated ho chuki thi ki ship pe thousands km door baithna possible nahi tha.
Toh maine shipping company ko call kiya, excuse banaya ki maa bohot bimar hai. Saalon se respect build kiya tha, unhone question nahi kiya. Kuch ghante work wrap up kiya, juniors ko samjhaya, phir next flight le li Bombay ki.
Flight mein sochta raha ki ghar pahunch ke kya karunga. Ek option tha direct surprise attack – ghar pahunch ke Menaka ko shock de dena. Safety ke liye best, Dara ke gusse se bach jayegi agar Banke ka scene bigad gaya. Par isse Menaka ki sexual exploration temporary band ho jayegi.
Bahut scenarios soch ke best plan banaya.
Bombay land karte hi ek dost se contact kiya jo sting operations wale new channel mein kaam karta tha. Jaldi se Francis ka contact mila – discreet, competent surveillance wala banda. Lamington Road pe uske office gaya, services hire ki. Impressed tha kitna laconic aur non-judgmental tha. Jab prove kar diya ki ghar mera hi hai, phir koi uncomfortable sawal nahi.
Phir hotel book kiya – sirf do galiyan door mera building se. Do faayde: High-def cameras aur mics ki range mein, internet pe depend nahi karna padta. Aur agar Dara-Banke ka koi tricky dangerous scene ho jaye, toh turant rush kar ke Menaka ko rescue kar sakta hoon.
Sab decide hone ke baad, Francis ne dark van mein mujhe building ke paas le gaya, wait kiya jab tak Menaka aur Ayan birthday party se wapas nahi gaye. Ab yahan the hum.
"Roof pe problem nahi hoga kyunki tere paas key hai," Francis bola. "Ghar ke bhi nahi."
"Agar koi rok le? Khaskar watchmen?"
"Tension mat lo sir. Yeh MTNL uniform bohot powerful hai access ke liye." usne shirt pe logo tap kiya. "Sirf tricky wala shack hai."
"Haan, wahan ka plan decide kiya?"
"Abhi nahi hoga. Raat ko late install karunga, diversion se."
"Kaisa diversion?"
"Ek truck breakdown karwa denge building ke paas raat ko. Phir watchmen ko bohot paisa offer karenge help ke liye."
"Ek toh raat ko sota hai usually."
"Tension mat lo. Multiple person job dikhaunga, awake wale ko itna paisa dunga ki sleeping partner ko utha ke laaye."
"Waah, sab soch rakha hai tune."
"Isiliye itna paisa de rahe ho sir."
Yeh sab kaafi lakhs ka scene tha. Par merchant navy ki hefty salary kabhi toh kaam aayegi na?
"Okay, toh kal subah tak…"
"Kal subah tak sab targets done – apartment ke saare rooms, roof, aur shack. Hotel room mein screens aur speakers ready hain, bas driver updates chahiye aur go."
"Excellent."
"Keys?"
Maine apartment aur roof ki keys de di. Francis ne electronic goodies ka bag uthaya aur van se bahar nikal gaya.
Raat ko late tak hotel room mein almost sab set up ho gaya. Multi-screen feed pe mera apartment live chal raha tha. Menaka Ayan ke saath birthday party se wapas aayi, uska beta awake tha, babbling kar raha tha – sab mundane day-to-day stuff. Menaka kapde change karte hue undies mein dikhi – white bra-panty, boobs thode ubhre, gaand tight – par pehle jo dekha tha uske saamne tame lag raha tha.
Roof ke cameras bhi set, night vision perfect. Abhi roof khali tha.
Sirf shack ke feeds abhi blank the. Francis ne assure kiya raat ko install ho jayenge.
Main bed pe shift hua, TV on kiya, dinner khate hue screens check karta raha. Menaka kitchen saaf kar rahi thi Ayan ko sula ke.
Woh itni sundar lag rahi thi mundane cheez karte hue bhi – salwar kameez mein, baal bandhe, thakan se chehra glow kar raha tha.
Yakeen nahi hota yeh wohi shy demure biwi hai jo decade se shaadi ki thi. Ab full nympho ban gayi – do mardon se time pass, aur shayad sexual rival ko nikaalwa diya.
Thodi der baad leftmost screen pe blank feeds alive ho gaye. Francis ne shack mein bhi cameras laga diye the. Chhota sa ganda mess wala room – bed pe purana mattress, dim light, zameen pe kapde bikhre. Dekhte hi yaad aa gayi Menaka ki description – yahan pehle watchman ne usko ghutno pe jhukaya tha, gaand pe maara, slave jaise treat kiya, phir mota lund andar thoka tha.
Soch raha tha – kya phir se yahan pe woh scene repeat hoga? Ya safe khelengi apartment mein?
Raat bhar kuch major nahi hua. Menaka jaldi so gayi. Dara aur Vimla roof pe fuck khatam karke chale gaye. Dara shack mein so gaya, shayad Banke night duty pe. Main bhi so gaya, par dil mein feeling thi – kal kuch bada hone wala hai.
Yeh rooftop pe Vimla aur Dara ka rough quickie scene – petite dusky maid bent over water tank, kurta upar, salwar neeche, gaand nangi brown, Dara peeche se pel raha hai zor zor se.
Yeh Menaka kitchen mein cleaning karte hue – beautiful mature Indian housewife, salwar kameez tight, gaand ubhri hui, chehra innocent par andar se full slut vibe.
Aur yeh shack ka interior – chhota messy room, dim light, bed messy, jahan Menaka ko pehli baar watchman ne subjugate kiya tha.
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