Adultery Couple Ka shuffle

[Joker44]

Rohit ne apna haath wapas kheench liya, par apni chair thodi aage khiska li.
"Waise..." Rohit ne uski dress ke deep neck ko openly scan karte hue kaha. "Maine kaha tha 'Smile' lekar aana... par tum toh poora bomb bankar aa gayi ho. Yeh green dress... uff. Aisa lag raha hai jaise isne tumhare jism ko lapetne ke liye dua maangi ho."
Pranali sharma kar hasi, apne baalon ko peeche karte hue. "Shut up, Rohit! Tum bohot flirt karte ho. Main bas... bas ready hui thi. Aise hi."
Rohit: "Aise hi? Ya mujhe dikhane ke liye?"
Pranali ne apni coffee pee, nazrein churaate hue. "Thoda sa tumhare liye bhi... khush?"
Rohit ne table pe jhuk kar whisper kiya: "Khush? Main toh pagal ho raha hoon. Mera mann kar raha hai ki is table ko hata doon aur tumhe yahin god mein utha loon. Jaise us raat uthaya tha."
Pranali chonk gayi. Us raat ka zikr aate hi uska chehra laal ho gaya. "Rohit... shhh! Dheere bolo. Log hain yahan." Par uski awaaz mein gussa nahi, ek thrill tha.
"Logon ko kya pata..." Rohit ne kaha. "Ki Doctor Sahab ki biwi kitni wild ho sakti hai jab use sahi touch mile."
Pranali ne "Tch!" karke mooh banaya, par uske nipples dress ke andar tight ho rahe the. "Yeh... yeh galat hai Rohit. Hum dost hain. Humein aisi baatein nahi karni chahiye. Main married hoon..." (Ek weak protest).

Rohit ne uski 'Naa' ko ignore kiya. Usse pata tha Pranali ka jism 'Haan' bol raha hai.
Rohit ne apna pair (leg) table ke neeche aage badhaya. Pranali ke pair cross the. Uski satin dress thodi upar chadh gayi thi, jisse uske calves (pindliyan) expose ho gaye the.
Rohit ka joota (shoe) Pranali ke nange pair se touch hua. Pranali ekdum se freeze ho gayi. Usne idhar-udhar dekha. Kisi ne notice nahi kiya tha.
"Rohit..." usne warning di, par pair peeche nahi kiya.
Rohit ne apna pair aur upar kiya. Ab uska pair Pranali ke soft calves ko rub kar raha tha. Satin ka kapda aur skin ka touch... electric tha.
"Tumhari skin makkhan jaisi hai, Pranali," Rohit ne normal tone mein kaha, jaise woh mausam ki baat kar raha ho.
Pranali ne table ka kinara kas ke pakad liya. "R-Rohit... koi dekh lega... please mat karo..."
Par Rohit ruka nahi. Usne apna haath table ke neeche le gaya. Ab uska haath Pranali ke ghutne (knee) par tha.
Pranali ki saansein atak gayi. Uski dress wrap style thi, jisme ek slit tha. Rohit ka haath aasani se us slit ke andar chala gaya. Seedha uski nangi thigh (jaangh) par.
"Ahhh..." Pranali ke mooh se halki si aah nikli. Usne jaldi se coffee ka cup mooh se laga liya taaki koi awaaz na sune.
Rohit ka haath garam tha. Usne Pranali ki thigh ko squeeze kiya.
"Ashish ne kitne din se yahan touch nahi kiya?" Rohit ne pucha, aankhon mein dekh kar.
Pranali ki aankhen bhar aayi—frustration aur pleasure ke aansu. "Mat pucho... please..."
Rohit ka haath thoda aur upar gaya. Inner thigh ki taraf. "Tumhari body ro rahi hai, Pranali. Main sun sakta hoon. Tumhari thighs... tumhari woh jagah... sab sookh gayi hain intezaar mein."
Pranali ne naa mein sar hilaya, par usne apni taangein (legs) thodi si khol di. Unintentionally. Or maybe, deliberately.
"Tum bohot bure ho..." Pranali ne whisper kiya, uska chehra poora flush ho chuka tha. "Tum jaante ho main weak hoon abhi... tum uska faayda utha rahe ho."
Rohit ne uski thigh ko sehlaate hue kaha: "Main faayda nahi utha raha... main bas woh de raha hoon jo tumhe chahiye. Friend with benefits, yaad hai?"
Usne apni ungliyon se uski inner thigh ko halka sa scratch kiya, panties ke edge ke bilkul paas. Pranali poori tarah hil gayi. Uska "Bubbly" nature gayab ho gaya tha, aur ab wahan sirf ek bhookhi aurat thi.
Usne Rohit ka haath table ke neeche pakad liya. Rohit ko laga woh use rokegi. Lekin Pranali ne uske haath ko hataya nahi... bas kas ke pakad liya (held it tight), aur wahi rakha rehne diya.
Uski aankhon mein ek desperation thi. "Roko mat... please mat roko."
Rohit muskuraaya. "Chalo... yahan se chalte hain. Kahin shant jagah. Meri gaadi mein?"
Pranali ne ek second socha—Ashish ka ignore karna, ghar ka akelapan. Phir usne Rohit ko dekha—jo use chhoo raha tha, use chaah raha tha.
Usne dheere se haan mein sar hila diya.
Coffee khatam ho chuki thi. Lekin pyaas... abhi bujhni baaki thi.



Gaadi sheher ki jagmagahat se door, ek sunsaan, andheri sadak (desolate road) par aakar ruk gayi. Charon taraf ghana andhera tha, sirf gaadi ke dashboard ki halki si roshni aur baahar jhingur (crickets) ki awaaz thi.
Rohit ne engine band kiya, headlights off ki. Ab gaadi ke andar sirf unki tez saansein sunayi de rahi thi.
Pranali ki Emerald Green Satin Dress seat par phaili hui thi, uska gora jism andhere mein bhi chamak raha tha. Usne Rohit ki taraf dekha—aankhon mein ab sharam nahi, ek bhookh (hunger) thi.

Rohit ne seatbelt khola aur bina ek pal ganwaye Pranali ki taraf jhuka. Pranali ne bhi aage badh kar usse jakad liya.
Dono ke honth takraye—ek zoradaar, junglee kiss. "Mmmmphhh..."
Pranali ne apna mooh poora khol diya, Rohit ki jeebh ko andar kheenchti hui. Woh Rohit ke baalon mein haath daal kar usse apne aur kareeb la rahi thi. Cafe mein jo control usne banaye rakha tha, is sunsaan sadak par woh sab toot gaya.
Rohit ne kiss todte hue uski gardan (neck) par hamla kiya. "Ahhh... Rohit..." Pranali ne gardan peeche phenk di, aankhen band karke uske gile touch ko mehsoos karne lagi.



Rohit ka ek haath Pranali ke deep neck ke andar chala gaya. Usne black lace bra ke cup ko neeche kheench diya, aur Pranali ka naram, gora boob bahar uchhal aaya. Nipple sakht (hard) ho chuka tha.
Rohit ne poore panje se uske boob ko pakad kar masal (squeeze) diya. "Ahhhhh!" Pranali machal gayi. "Zor se... Rohit... zor se dabao!"
Woh bhool gayi thi ki woh Dr. Pranali hai. Woh bhool gayi thi ki woh Ashish ki patni hai. Woh bas ek aurat thi jise chhua ja raha tha.
Rohit ne doosra haath neeche le gaya. Dress wrap style mein thi, toh usse upar karne mein koi mehnat nahi lagi. Rohit ka haath seedha uski thighs ke beech pahunch gaya.



"Fuck, Pranali..." Rohit ne whisper kiya. "Tumhari panty toh poori bheeg chuki hai."
Pranali ne sharam nahi ki. Usne apni taangein (legs) aur chaudi kar di—car ke dashboard aur gear box ke beech jitni jagah thi, usme faila di. "Tumhari wajah se..." usne haanfte hue kaha. "Cafe se hi gili hoon... ab bas tadpao mat."
Rohit ne panty ko side mein kiya aur apni do ungliyaan (two fingers) seedha uski pussy ke lips par rakh di. Wahan 'juice' ki baadh aayi hui thi.
Usne pehle slit par ungliyaan fislaayi, aur phir seedha clitoris (daane) ko dhoondh liya.
Pranali jhatke se hil gayi. "Ahhh! Ohhh my god... wahan... haan wahan..."
Rohit ne uske clit ko thumb aur finger ke beech mein pakad kar rub karna shuru kiya. Gol-gol, tezi se. Saath hi uska dusra haath uske boob ko lagataar press kar raha tha, nipple ko twist kar raha tha.

Pranali ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Usne apna sar seat ke headrest par patka.
"Rohit! Ahhh... Rohit...!"
Woh chilla rahi thi. Is sunsaan sadak par koi sunne wala nahi tha, aur yahi baat usse aur turn on kar rahi thi. Rohit ne apni ungliyaan ab andar daalni shuru ki—In and Out. Pach... Pach... Pach... (Wet sounds).
"Ashish karta hai aise?" Rohit ne uske kaan mein pucha, ungliyaan tezi se chalate hue.
Pranali ne na mein sar hilaya, aankhen band, mooh khula. "Nahi... Ahhh... koi nahi karta... sirf tum... sirf tum Rohit!"
Uski kamar hawa mein uth rahi thi. Woh Rohit ke haath par apni pussy ragad rahi thi. "Don't stop... please rukna mat... main mar jaungi agar tum ruke toh..."
Rohit ne speed badha di. Usne clit ko zor se press kiya aur ungliyaan gehraayi tak daali. Pranali ka poora jism akadne laga.
"Main aa rahi hoon... Rohit main cum kar rahi hoon... Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Pranali ne zor se Rohit ka naam chillaya. Uski pussy ne Rohit ki ungliyon ko jakad liya (clamped down), aur usne dher saara paani chhod diya. Uski thighs kaanp rahi thi, saansein tooti hui thi.
Rohit ne apni ungliyaan nikali aur uske saamne ki. "Dekho..." usne gili ungliyaan uske honthon par laga di. "Yeh hai tumhari pyaas."
Pranali ne bina soche Rohit ki ungliyaan apne mooh mein le li aur suck kar liya. Woh poori tarah badal chuki thi.
Gaadi ke andar ab sirf unki bhaari saansein thi... aur Pranali ke chehre par ek aisi satisfaction thi jo Ashish mahino se nahi la paaya tha

Pranali abhi bhi haanf rahi thi, uske honthon par Rohit ka swaad tha aur aankhon mein nasha. Rohit ne apni gili ungliyaan uske mooh se nikaali, par usne apna haath wapas nahi kheenchha.
Usne dheere se Pranali ke sar par haath rakha aur neeche ki taraf ishara kiya. Pranali samajh gayi.
Aaj koi sharam nahi thi. Aaj woh bas bhookhi thi.

Pranali dheere se seat par jhuki. Andhere mein usne Rohit ki pant ki zip kholi. Jaise hi usne Rohit ka underwear neeche kiya, uska sakht, garam lund ek jhatke se bahar aaya—poora tana hua, throbbing.
Pranali ne ek pal ke liye usse dekha. Ashish ka lund average tha, par Rohit ka... Rohit ka lund mota aur lamba tha, bilkul waise hi jaise us raat hotel mein feel hua tha.
Usne bina haath lagaye, seedha apna chehra aage kiya aur lund ke tip (supada) par ek soft kiss kiya. Rohit ne ek gehri saans li aur seat par sar piche tika diya. "Fuck... Pranali..."
Pranali ne apni jeebh nikali aur dheere se tip ko lick kiya—ice cream ki tarah. Yeh rough blowjob nahi tha. Yeh soft tha. Pyaar bhara. Jaise woh usse thank you bol rahi ho us pleasure ke liye jo abhi usse mila tha.
Usne apne naram honth (soft lips) uske lund par rakh diye aur dheere se aadha lund mooh mein le liya. Mmmph...
Woh apne sar ko dheere-dheere aage-peeche kar rahi thi. Uski jeebh andar hi andar Rohit ke shaft ko sehla rahi thi. Rohit neeche dekh raha tha—Ashish ki biwi, uski gaadi mein, ghutno ke bal neeche jhuki thi aur uski khidmat kar rahi thi.
"Tumhare honth... kitne soft hain..." Rohit ne whisper kiya, uska haath Pranali ke baalon mein ghoom raha tha. Pranali ne upar dekha—lund abhi bhi mooh mein tha—aankhon mein ek innocent si shaitani thi. Usne suction thoda badhaya, gaalon ko andar kheenchate hue, ek vacuum create kiya.
Rohit se bardasht nahi hua. "Bas... main aur nahi ruk sakta. Mere upar aao."

Rohit ne apni seat ko poora peeche (recline) kar diya taaki jagah ban sake. Pranali uthi, apni Emerald Green Dress ko kamar tak upar kheench liya. Uski nangi, gori, aur gili thighs andhere mein chamak rahi thi.
Woh driver seat ki taraf aayi. Ek pair steering wheel ke paas, aur dusra pair Rohit ki doosri taraf. Woh Rohit ki god (lap) mein aakar baith gayi—face-to-face.
Gaadi choti thi, jagah kam thi, lekin yehi toh maza tha. Pranali ne apne dono haath Rohit ke kandhon par rakhe. Neeche, uski gili pussy Rohit ke khade lund ke tip par ragad kha rahi thi.
"Daalo ise..." Pranali ne haanfte hue kaha. "Mujhe poora chahiye."
Pranali ne khud apna haath neeche le jaakar Rohit ke lund ko pakda aur apni pussy ke entrance par set kiya. Phir usne apni kamar dheere se neeche ki.




Squelch... Ek gili awaaz ke saath, Rohit ka mota lund uski tight aur gili pussy ko cheerte hue andar ghus gaya.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Dono ek saath chillaye.
Pranali poori tarah baith gayi. Rohit ka lund uske womb (bachadani) ko touch kar raha tha. "Oh god... Rohit... yeh kitna bada hai..." Pranali ne apni gardan peeche phenk di.
Ab shuru hua The Ride.
Pranali ne apni kamar ko upar-neeche karna shuru kiya. Pehle dheere... Upar uthti... lund ko almost bahar nikalne deti... aur phir dhap se wapas neeche baith jaati.
Uski dress kandhon se gir chuki thi. Uski black bra abhi bhi pehni hui thi, lekin uske boobs har jump ke saath zor-zor se bounce kar rahe the. Bra ka lace tight ho raha tha, aur cleavage paseene se chamak raha tha.
Rohit ne apne haath uski kamar par rakh diye, usse support dete hue, aur uske motion ko control karte hue. "Aise hi... haan... chalao apni kamar... meri raand..." Rohit ne gande shabd bole.
Pranali ko bura nahi laga. Ulta, usne speed badha di. "Haan... main hoon... main tumhari hoon abhi..."
Gaadi ab hilne lagi thi. Shockers creak kar rahe the. Pranali ab wild ho chuki thi. Woh tezi se uchhal rahi thi. Uske baal uske chehre par aa rahe the. Woh Rohit ke seene par haath rakh kar balance bana rahi thi.
Rohit ne ek haath hata kar uske boob ko pakad liya. Bra ke upar se hi nipple ko zor se pinch kiya. "Ahhh! Rohit!"
Pranali ne jhuk kar Rohit ko kiss kiya—wildly. Dono ki jeebhein takra rahi thi, neeche unke jism takra rahe the. Thap-thap-thap-thap.
Pranali: "Maza aa raha hai? Ashish ki biwi ko chodne mein maza aa raha hai?" (Woh khud bol rahi thi yeh, nasha itna gehra tha).
Rohit: "Bohot... tu bani hi mere lund ke liye hai."
Pranali ne apni speed full kar di. Woh poori taqat se grind kar rahi thi. Uski pussy se paani nikal kar Rohit ki thighs par beh raha tha.
"Main... main phir se... aaahhh!"
Pranali ek baar phir climax ke kareeb thi. Usne Rohit ke gale ko jakad liya, apni movements tez kar di. Rohit ne bhi neeche se thrust karna shuru kiya—boom, boom, boom.
Aur finally... Ek saath, gaadi ke us band kamre mein, unka passion explode hua. Pranali ne Rohit ke kandhe par kaat (bite) liya, aur Rohit ne uske andar apna garam lava bhar diya.
Woh wahi dher ho gayi... Rohit ke upar. Gaadi shant ho gayi. Lekin unki dhadkanein... abhi bhi race laga rahi thi.




Gaadi ke andar ab sannata nahi tha, aur na hi sirf saanson ka shor. Wahan ab hasi (laughter) thi.
Rohit aur Pranali, dono paseene mein bheegne ke bawajood, ek dusre ko dekh kar khul kar hans rahe the. Yeh hasi sharam ki nahi thi, aur na hi ghabrahat ki. Yeh hasi relief (sukoon) ki thi. Mahino ki frustration, akelapan aur dabe hue jazbaat—sab kuch us car ki seat par beh gaya tha.
Pranali abhi bhi Rohit ki god mein thi, uske baal bikhre hue the, aur uski Emerald Green Dress kandhon se latki hui thi. Usne Rohit ke naak par halka sa tap kiya.
"Tum pagal ho, Rohit... poore pagal," woh hasti hui boli. "Humne... humne car mein... oh my god."
Rohit ne bhi hanste hue uske bikhre baalon ko kaan ke peeche kiya. "Pagal main nahi... hum dono hain. Aur sach bataun? Tumhe is tarah khush dekh kar mujhe sabse zyada maza aaya."

Pranali ki hansi dheere se ruk gayi, aur uski aankhon mein ek naram chamak aa gayi. Usne Rohit ka chehra apne haathon mein liya. Is baar koi guilt nahi tha. Koi "Yeh galat hai" wala drama nahi tha.
Usne aage badh kar Rohit ko ek gehra kiss kiya. Yeh kiss bhookh wala nahi tha, yeh satisfaction wala tha. Dheere, smooth, aur affectionate.
"Thank you, Rohit," usne kiss todte hue whisper kiya. "Mujhe... mujhe sach mein iski zarurat thi. Main bhool gayi thi ki main zinda hoon."
Rohit ne uske maathe ko chooma. "Ab yaad rakhna. Tum zinda ho, sexy ho, aur desired ho."
Pranali ne ek gehri saans li aur finally Rohit ki god se uth kar apni seat par wapas aayi. Usne apni dress theek ki, bra straps adjust kiye, aur car ke mirror mein apna chehra dekha.
Uski lipstick gayab thi, baal uljhe the... lekin uske chehre par ek glow tha jo kisi makeup se nahi aa sakta tha.
"Chalo," Pranali ne muskuraate hue kaha. "Ab chalna chahiye. Ashish aane wala hoga hospital se. Agar main ghar pe nahi mili toh faltu ka drama hoga."
Rohit ne apni zip band ki aur belt lagate hue smirk kiya. "Haan, aur Geeti bhi intezaar kar rahi hogi. Usse lag raha hai main kisi 'Client' ke saath meeting mein hoon."
Dono ek saath fir hanse. Ek ajeeb si complicity ban gayi thi. Ab woh dono apne pati-patni ko dhokha nahi de rahe the—woh bas apni "schedule" manage kar rahe the.



Rohit ne gaadi start ki aur highway se wapas sheher ki taraf muda. Raste bhar mahual halka tha. Pranali ne radio on kiya aur gungunane lagi. Woh bilkul relaxed thi.
Rohit beech-beech mein uska haath pakad leta, aur Pranali usse hatati nahi thi, balki apni ungliyaan uske saath lock kar leti thi.
Jab woh Pranali ke ghar ke paas pahunche, toh Rohit ne gaadi thodi door, andhere mein roki—wahi purani savdhani, par naye irade.
Pranali ne apna bag uthaya aur darwaza kholne se pehle Rohit ki taraf mudi.
"Toh..." Rohit ne pucha, "Kaisa laga 'Friend with benefits' wala session?"
Pranali ne sharmate hue, par ek naughty smile ke saath kaha: "Benefit toh kaafi acha tha... shayad ab mujhe iski aadat pad jaye."
Rohit ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Yahi toh woh sunna chahta tha. "Toh phir... agli baar kab?"
Pranali ne gaadi se utarte hue, door pakad kar peeche muda. Hawa mein uske baal ud rahe the. "Jaldi (Soon)..."
Usne aankh maari, aur tezi se apne ghar ki taraf chal di.

Rohit wahi baitha usse jaate hue dekhta raha. Uski chaal mein ek lacchak thi. Woh ab dabi-sahmi housewife nahi lag rahi thi. Woh ek aurat lag rahi thi jo abhi-abhi achi tarah se santusht hokar aayi hai.
Rohit ne steering wheel par haath maara. "She accepted it. Game over, Ashish. She is ours now."
Usne phone uthaya aur Ashish ko message kiya:
Rohit: Dropped her. She is glowing. No guilt, just pure satisfaction. She said 'Soon'. Teri biwi ab officially meri girlfriend ban gayi hai.
Reply turant aaya.
Ashish: Great. Now come home to your wife. Geeti ko aaj thoda extra pyaar dikhana... kyunki kal main usse 'Comfort' dene aaunga.
Rohit ne muskurate hue gaadi geeti ke taraf moda. Ek taraf Pranali khush thi, aur dusri taraf Geeti... jo abhi bhi 'Roleplay' ke nashe aur guilt ke beech jhul rahi thi.
Par ab Rohit ko pata tha—Geeti ka number bhi jald aane wala hai.
Affair ab puri tarah se establish ho chuka tha.