10-02-2026, 11:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-02-2026, 03:27 PM by Mis Khan. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Ek din tu khud bolegi… mujhe andar daalne ko.”
Woh sab sirf touch, kiss, feel tha – kabhi poora sex nahi hua. Lekin uski touch ne meri body ko jaagaya tha. Ab jab Ali ko yaad karti hoon, dil kehta hai kaash main ruk na jaati... kaash us din poora de deti usse. Woh mazboot haath, woh nasheeli aankhein, woh mota lund feel karna – woh sab meri pehli sexual awakening thi. Ab 10 saal baad bhi, jab bed par leti hoon, un moments ko yaad karke ungli se sehlati hoon, lekin asli maza toh us thrill mein tha.
AB AGA KI STORY
Ak din AMJAD ne office sa phone pe kaha, “Aaj office party hai Dubai hotal mein, tu bhi chal na. Bore mat hona, doston se milna, thodi masti ho jayegi.” Main bohot excited ho gayi. Kabhi-kabhi ghar, bacchon aur routine se nikalne ka mauka mil jaaye toh dil garden-garden ho jaata hai. jaise andar ki woh bechain pyas ko thoda hawa mil jaye, woh aag jo roz chhupi rehti hai, usko thoda sa sulagne ka bahana.
Tayyari mein poora din laga diya. Pehle long black abaya pehna – silky fabric jo body par glide karta hai. jaise meri gori chamdi ko chhute hue andar tak garam kar deta hai. har curve ko tease karta hua. Andar tight black salwar kameez – woh wala jo meri 28 inch patli kamar ko nipat deta hai, curves ko itna sharp highlight karta hai ki chalte waqt hips hilti hui dikhti hai. jaise har hilne mein koi mard ko bulati ho hips ki golaiyan silk mein dabti hui, har kadam pe ek invitation. Push-up bra pehni – 34C chunchiyan naturally ubhar kar aa rahi thi, cleavage thoda sa hint deta tha. nipples lace ke andar sakht hote hue bra ke fabric ko press kar rahe the, jaise tadap rahe hon kisi ke haathon ke liye. kisi ke muh ke liye. Upar deep maroon chiffon dupatta – veil style mein lightly sir pe daala, lekin gardan ke neeche se thoda khula chhoda taaki collarbone aur chhati ka upper curve halka sa jhalak jaaye – modest lekin dangerously seductive. jaise chhupa kar bhi dikha rahi hoon ki andar ki aag kitni tez hai. kitni bechain hai.
Red matte lipstick – gehra, bold, honth aur mote aur garam lag rahe the, jaise kiss ke liye bane hon. koi chuse toh laal ho jayein. Kaafi dark kajal aur smoky eyeshadow – aankhein aur badi, nasheeli, inviting lag rahi thi, jaise koi dekhe toh andar tak daud jaye. uski rooh tak pahunch jaye. Last mein sensual oud-based perfume – woh khushboo jo pehle soft hoti hai, phir body heat se intense aur addictive ho jati hai, jaise meri chamdi se nikal kar har mard ko pagal kar de. uski saans rukwa de. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar dekha – veil mein bhi main bilkul Arabian queen lag rahi thi: gori chamdi glowing, patli kamar jo haath daalne ke liye bulati thi, bhari hips jo hil kar tadpati thi, ubhri chhati jo dabane ke liye tayyar thi – figure 34C-28-36 gym ka asar dikha raha tha. Dangerous aur irresistible – jaise main khud ek aag hoon, jo chhune wale ko jala degi. uski rooh tak jala degi.
Amjad ka saath raat 8 baje hum party venue pe pahunche – luxury hotel ballroom, dim golden lights jo chamdi par chamak rahi thi, soft Arabic music mix with Bollywood beats jo dil ki dhadkan ko tez kar rahi thi, crowd stylish logon ka. Amjad ne mujhe apne doston se introduce karwaya. Sabki nazrein mujh par – upar se neeche tak scan karte hue tareefen: “Bhabhi, aap toh bomb ho!” “Figure killer hai!” Woh nazrein meri chhati pe atakti, hips pe tikti, gaand pe ruk jati thi, jaise aankhon se hi chhoona chahte hon, masalna chahte hon. Main sharma kar muskurati rahi, lekin andar se garmi fail rahi thi – chut mein halka sa pani mehsoos hone laga. nipples bra ke andar aur sakht ho gaye.
Phir Amjad ne kaha, “Chal, ek khas dost se milwata hoon.” Mujhe side le gaya aur introduce kiya: “Noureen, yeh mera bohot acha dost Aarav Kumar hai. Software company mein senior manager, bohot smart, down-to-earth aur reliable banda.” Aarav Kumar ne smile di – killer smile jo dil ko cheer deti thi – aur bola, “Hi Bhabhi, Amjad toh sach mein lucky hai. Itni khoobsurat biwi... wah!” Uski awaaz gehri, jaise andar tak daud gayi. jaise woh sirf baat nahi kar raha tha – woh mujhe chhed raha tha.
Main sharma gayi, lekin muskurate hue poocha, “Aap bura na maano toh ek baat poochun?” Aarav ne masti bhari aankhon se bola, “Bhabhi, poochiye na. Kya jaanna chahti hain?” Maine halke se kaha, “Aap ***** ho na?” Aarav ne halka haskar, aankhon mein spark daal kar jawab diya, “Ji haan, pure ***** mard. Kya... ***** mard pasand nahi aate kya, Bhabhi?” Uski awaaz mein woh masti, woh shaitani, jaise mujhe chhed raha ho, andar ki pyas ko jagaa raha ho. jaise keh raha ho “main jaanta hoon tumhari yeh '. body ***** mard ke liye kitni tadapti hai.” ,
Main laal ho gayi, hans kar boli, “Nahi nahi, aisi koi baat nahi. Bas pehli baar kisi ***** mard se itne qareeb se baat kar rahi hoon, curiosity thi.” Aarav ne haath milaya – Aarav ka haath garam, pakad mazboot, lambi ungliyaan – jaise mujhe pakad kar rakhna chahta ho hamesha. jaise woh touch se hi current daud gaya meri ungliyon se le kar chut tak. Woh 6 feet lamba, wide shoulders, athletic body, light brown skin. Black fitted shirt mein chest aur biceps ke shape saaf dikh rahe the, jaise mazboot baahen meri kamar pakadne ke liye bani hon. jeans hips aur thighs pe tight fit. Sharp jawline, dark brown aankhein, confident aura... bulge ka halka sa hint – dil ek pal ke liye dhadak gaya, chut mein tez garmi mehsoos hone lagi, panty thodi gili ho gayi.
Aarav ne meri aankhon mein ghoor kar, awaaz gehri karke bola: “Bhabhi... aap toh bilkul koi Arabian fairy lag rahi hain. Yeh veil mein bhi itni hotness, itni elegance... wah! Amjad ko jackpot lag gaya hai.” Amjad hasa. Tabhi Amjad ki ek dost ne awaaz di Amjad ne us ki taraf dakha, phir hum dono se bola, “Boss bola raha hai, Tum dono baat karo, main 5-10 minute mein aata hoon.” Woh jaate-jaate haskar bola, “Aarav, meri biwi ko bore mat hone dena!” Aur woh chala gaya, hum dono ko akela chhod kar.
Ab hum dono akelay the – party ke corner mein, dim lights mein, music ki awaaz background mein. jo dil ki dhadkan ko tez kar rahi thi. Aarav ruk nahi – dheemi awaaz mein bola, “Sach bataun Bhabhi? '. auraton mein waise bhi ek alag hi charm hota hai, lekin aap mein yeh deadly combination – patli kamar, bhari hips, ubhri chhati... bohot kam hota hai. Aapki yeh figure dekh kar lagta hai daily gym mein sculpting karti ho. Perfect curves, glowing skin... irresistible ho aap.” Aarav ka is thara bold alfazoo mai bolna sa Main pura laal ho gayi – chehra garam, dil zor-zor dhadak raha tha. Pehli baar kisi ne – woh bhi ek ***** mard ne – meri body ko itni openly, lust bhari tareef ki thi. Andar se current daud gaya, chut mein garmi mehsoos hone lagi, panty gili ho gayi. Maine sharma kar nazrein jhuka li, lekin awaaz mein thodi sakhti la kar boli, “Yeh kya batamizi hai, Aarav ji...” Usne sorry bolte hue smile di: “Maaf karna Bhabhi, aapki khoobsurti dekh kar control nahi raha. Amjad ki toh lottery lag gayi hai. Mujhe bhi aisi khoobsurat aur sexy biwi mil jaati toh...”
Aarav Kumar ne meri taraf dekha, aankhon mein wohi masti, aur dheemi awaaz mein bola, “Bhabhi, ab toh sach batao... yeh figure kaise maintain karti ho? Kamar itni patli, 28 inch se bhi kam lag rahi hai, aur hips itni gol-mattol, bhari – jaise gym mein specially sculpt ki ho. Aur yeh chhati... 34C size ki, push-up bra mein ubhar kar dikhti hai, dil ko chhu leti hai. Aapki gori chamdi, nasheeli aankhein, mote honth – sab kuch perfect. ***** mard hun, lekin aap jaisi '. beauty pehle nahi dekhi. Yeh abaya ke neeche chhupa hua treasure... imagine karne se hi garam ho jata hun.” Uski awaaz gehri, jaise har lafz meri body mein daud raha ho, chhati pe, kamar pe, hips pe – main laal ho kar nazrein jhuka li, chut mein aag lag gayi, nipples sakht ho gaye, panty bilkul bheeg gayi.
Main sharma gayi, lekin andar se thrill mehsoos ho raha tha – pehli baar koi itni openly meri body ki details tareef kar raha tha. Chehra laal, body garam, chut mein aur gili hone lagi. Maine halke se bola, “Aarav Kumar ji, please... aise mat bolo. Amjad aa jayega.” Lekin woh ruk nahi, thoda qareeb aakar whisper kiya, garam saans meri gardan pe lag kar goosebumps daud gaye: “Bhabhi, sach kaho na – kya Amjad aapki is khoobsurti ki qadar karta hai? Kyunki agar main hota, toh roz tareef karta, haathon se sehlata... yeh patli kamar pakad kar, hips ko dabata, chunchiyon ko masalta. Aapki yeh curves – deadly hain. Kabhi bore feel karo toh batao, main company de sakta hun... coffee, ya kuch aur intimate. hum sirf dilchasp baat karenge,”
Maine halke se bola, “Aarav Kumar ji, please... aise mat bolo. Amjad aa jayega.” Lekin woh ruk nahi, thoda qareeb aakar whisper kiya, “Bhabhi, sach kaho na – kya Amjad aapki is khoobsurti ki qadar karta hai? Kyunki agar main hota, toh roz tareef karta, haathon se sehlata... yeh patli kamar pakad kar, hips ko dabata, chunchiyon ko masalta. Aapki yeh curves – deadly hain. Kabhi bore feel karo toh batao, main company de sakta hun... coffee, ya kuch aur intimate, hum serf dilchap baat kara gai.”
Main laal ho kar nazrein jhuka li, lekin masnoi ghusa dikhate hue boli, “Aarav Kumar ji, aap kaise baat kar rahe ho? Main aapke dost ki biwi hoon aur aap mujhse aise gande alfaazon se baat kar rahe ho. Aapko sharam nahi aati? Main shaadi-shuda hoon, do bacchon ki maa hoon. Phir bhi... aap mujhse flirt karte ho.” Uski baatein, woh “chunchiyon ko masalta”, “hips ko dabata” – har lafz meri chut mein aag lagata tha. Usne foran sorry bolte hue bola, “Maaf karna Bhabhi, aapko bura laga. Bas aapki khoobsurti dekh kar dil behak gaya. Aap jaisi mature, sexy '. aurat – woh alag thrill deta hai. Sorry, ab aage se control karunga.” Lekin uski aankhon mein wohi pyas thi, jaise sorry bol kar bhi aur chhed raha ho.
Itne mein Amjad wapas aa gaya, lekin woh 5-10 minute akela waqt – Aarav Kumar ki nazrein meri body par scan karti hui, uski gehri awaaz, tareefen – sab kuch andar aag laga gayi. Amjad paas tha, toh maine has kar baat taal di, lekin dil ke andar toofan uth raha tha. Uski awaaz, uski nazar, uska garam haath ka touch... sab kuch andar tak chhoo gaya tha. Sara time party mai jab bhi maree nazar Aarav Kumar ki nazroo sa milti wo muj ko hi gur raha hota tha our mai under under bohat garam ho rahee thi – chut mein pani, nipples sakht, body kaanp rahi thi.
Us raat ghar jaakar bacchon ko sula diya. Amjad thak kar turant so gaya. Main bed par let gayi – veil abhi bhi sir pe, lekin neend door-door tak nahi thi. Aarav Kumar ki yaad baar-baar aa rahi thi – uska mazboot ***** haath, woh sharp jawline, woh smile, woh tareefen... “kamar itni patli, hips itni bhari, chhati ubhri hui... deadly combination.”
Mera haath dheere se salwar ke andar chala gaya. Chut pe ungliyan rakhi – pehle se gili thi. Soch rahi thi: agar Aarav Kumar yahan hota... peeche se aakar meri kamar pakadta, hips ko zor se dabata, hips ko masalta, veil ke upar se neck par kiss karta, garam hoth gardan pe ragadta, phir haath chhati par... push-up bra ke upar se chunchiyon ko masalta, nipples pinch karta... , zor se dabata taaki main siskari le uthti “Ahh... Aarav ...” Phir haath neeche le jata, salwar khol kar panty mein ungli daalta, chut ko sehlata, clit pe circle banata, ungli andar daal kar hilata, meri gili chut ko aur gila kar deta. Phir apna mota ***** lund meri hips pe ragadta, jeans ke upar se hi feel hota kitna hard aur garam hai. Ya sab suchta howa apni Ungli andar daali, dheere-dheere hilane lagi – clit par circle banate hue. Soch rahi thi Aarav ka lund – ***** mard ka, mota, garam – meri andar dhakke maarta, zor-zor se, hips par thappad maarta, siskiyaan nikaalta... , “Noureen... meri sexy '. dost ki biwi... aaj teri chut ko phaad doonga, teri gaand ko dabata rahunga, teri chunchiyon ko chusta rahunga...” Bas itna soch kar hi jhad gayi – bohot zor se, body kaanp uthi, chut se pani nikal aaya, zor se moan nikaala (dabakar), jaise orgasm itna intense ki pair kaanp rahe the. Pehli baar kisi aur mard – woh bhi ***** – ke khayal se itna powerful jhadna.
Saansein tez, body pasine se bheegi. veil abhi bhi sir pe tha, lekin dil mein ek hi khayal: “Yeh kya ho gaya mujhe? Main ek ***** mard ke liye itni pagal ho rahi hoon...” Agar Aarav Kumar se dubara mulaqat hogi toh kya hoga? Woh thrill, woh forbidden desire ab ruk nahi raha tha, har raat ko aur tez kar raha tha. Is hi thara ak week guzar gaya.
Woh sab sirf touch, kiss, feel tha – kabhi poora sex nahi hua. Lekin uski touch ne meri body ko jaagaya tha. Ab jab Ali ko yaad karti hoon, dil kehta hai kaash main ruk na jaati... kaash us din poora de deti usse. Woh mazboot haath, woh nasheeli aankhein, woh mota lund feel karna – woh sab meri pehli sexual awakening thi. Ab 10 saal baad bhi, jab bed par leti hoon, un moments ko yaad karke ungli se sehlati hoon, lekin asli maza toh us thrill mein tha.
AB AGA KI STORY
Ak din AMJAD ne office sa phone pe kaha, “Aaj office party hai Dubai hotal mein, tu bhi chal na. Bore mat hona, doston se milna, thodi masti ho jayegi.” Main bohot excited ho gayi. Kabhi-kabhi ghar, bacchon aur routine se nikalne ka mauka mil jaaye toh dil garden-garden ho jaata hai. jaise andar ki woh bechain pyas ko thoda hawa mil jaye, woh aag jo roz chhupi rehti hai, usko thoda sa sulagne ka bahana.
Tayyari mein poora din laga diya. Pehle long black abaya pehna – silky fabric jo body par glide karta hai. jaise meri gori chamdi ko chhute hue andar tak garam kar deta hai. har curve ko tease karta hua. Andar tight black salwar kameez – woh wala jo meri 28 inch patli kamar ko nipat deta hai, curves ko itna sharp highlight karta hai ki chalte waqt hips hilti hui dikhti hai. jaise har hilne mein koi mard ko bulati ho hips ki golaiyan silk mein dabti hui, har kadam pe ek invitation. Push-up bra pehni – 34C chunchiyan naturally ubhar kar aa rahi thi, cleavage thoda sa hint deta tha. nipples lace ke andar sakht hote hue bra ke fabric ko press kar rahe the, jaise tadap rahe hon kisi ke haathon ke liye. kisi ke muh ke liye. Upar deep maroon chiffon dupatta – veil style mein lightly sir pe daala, lekin gardan ke neeche se thoda khula chhoda taaki collarbone aur chhati ka upper curve halka sa jhalak jaaye – modest lekin dangerously seductive. jaise chhupa kar bhi dikha rahi hoon ki andar ki aag kitni tez hai. kitni bechain hai.
Red matte lipstick – gehra, bold, honth aur mote aur garam lag rahe the, jaise kiss ke liye bane hon. koi chuse toh laal ho jayein. Kaafi dark kajal aur smoky eyeshadow – aankhein aur badi, nasheeli, inviting lag rahi thi, jaise koi dekhe toh andar tak daud jaye. uski rooh tak pahunch jaye. Last mein sensual oud-based perfume – woh khushboo jo pehle soft hoti hai, phir body heat se intense aur addictive ho jati hai, jaise meri chamdi se nikal kar har mard ko pagal kar de. uski saans rukwa de. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar dekha – veil mein bhi main bilkul Arabian queen lag rahi thi: gori chamdi glowing, patli kamar jo haath daalne ke liye bulati thi, bhari hips jo hil kar tadpati thi, ubhri chhati jo dabane ke liye tayyar thi – figure 34C-28-36 gym ka asar dikha raha tha. Dangerous aur irresistible – jaise main khud ek aag hoon, jo chhune wale ko jala degi. uski rooh tak jala degi.
Amjad ka saath raat 8 baje hum party venue pe pahunche – luxury hotel ballroom, dim golden lights jo chamdi par chamak rahi thi, soft Arabic music mix with Bollywood beats jo dil ki dhadkan ko tez kar rahi thi, crowd stylish logon ka. Amjad ne mujhe apne doston se introduce karwaya. Sabki nazrein mujh par – upar se neeche tak scan karte hue tareefen: “Bhabhi, aap toh bomb ho!” “Figure killer hai!” Woh nazrein meri chhati pe atakti, hips pe tikti, gaand pe ruk jati thi, jaise aankhon se hi chhoona chahte hon, masalna chahte hon. Main sharma kar muskurati rahi, lekin andar se garmi fail rahi thi – chut mein halka sa pani mehsoos hone laga. nipples bra ke andar aur sakht ho gaye.
Phir Amjad ne kaha, “Chal, ek khas dost se milwata hoon.” Mujhe side le gaya aur introduce kiya: “Noureen, yeh mera bohot acha dost Aarav Kumar hai. Software company mein senior manager, bohot smart, down-to-earth aur reliable banda.” Aarav Kumar ne smile di – killer smile jo dil ko cheer deti thi – aur bola, “Hi Bhabhi, Amjad toh sach mein lucky hai. Itni khoobsurat biwi... wah!” Uski awaaz gehri, jaise andar tak daud gayi. jaise woh sirf baat nahi kar raha tha – woh mujhe chhed raha tha.
Main sharma gayi, lekin muskurate hue poocha, “Aap bura na maano toh ek baat poochun?” Aarav ne masti bhari aankhon se bola, “Bhabhi, poochiye na. Kya jaanna chahti hain?” Maine halke se kaha, “Aap ***** ho na?” Aarav ne halka haskar, aankhon mein spark daal kar jawab diya, “Ji haan, pure ***** mard. Kya... ***** mard pasand nahi aate kya, Bhabhi?” Uski awaaz mein woh masti, woh shaitani, jaise mujhe chhed raha ho, andar ki pyas ko jagaa raha ho. jaise keh raha ho “main jaanta hoon tumhari yeh '. body ***** mard ke liye kitni tadapti hai.” ,
Main laal ho gayi, hans kar boli, “Nahi nahi, aisi koi baat nahi. Bas pehli baar kisi ***** mard se itne qareeb se baat kar rahi hoon, curiosity thi.” Aarav ne haath milaya – Aarav ka haath garam, pakad mazboot, lambi ungliyaan – jaise mujhe pakad kar rakhna chahta ho hamesha. jaise woh touch se hi current daud gaya meri ungliyon se le kar chut tak. Woh 6 feet lamba, wide shoulders, athletic body, light brown skin. Black fitted shirt mein chest aur biceps ke shape saaf dikh rahe the, jaise mazboot baahen meri kamar pakadne ke liye bani hon. jeans hips aur thighs pe tight fit. Sharp jawline, dark brown aankhein, confident aura... bulge ka halka sa hint – dil ek pal ke liye dhadak gaya, chut mein tez garmi mehsoos hone lagi, panty thodi gili ho gayi.
Aarav ne meri aankhon mein ghoor kar, awaaz gehri karke bola: “Bhabhi... aap toh bilkul koi Arabian fairy lag rahi hain. Yeh veil mein bhi itni hotness, itni elegance... wah! Amjad ko jackpot lag gaya hai.” Amjad hasa. Tabhi Amjad ki ek dost ne awaaz di Amjad ne us ki taraf dakha, phir hum dono se bola, “Boss bola raha hai, Tum dono baat karo, main 5-10 minute mein aata hoon.” Woh jaate-jaate haskar bola, “Aarav, meri biwi ko bore mat hone dena!” Aur woh chala gaya, hum dono ko akela chhod kar.
Ab hum dono akelay the – party ke corner mein, dim lights mein, music ki awaaz background mein. jo dil ki dhadkan ko tez kar rahi thi. Aarav ruk nahi – dheemi awaaz mein bola, “Sach bataun Bhabhi? '. auraton mein waise bhi ek alag hi charm hota hai, lekin aap mein yeh deadly combination – patli kamar, bhari hips, ubhri chhati... bohot kam hota hai. Aapki yeh figure dekh kar lagta hai daily gym mein sculpting karti ho. Perfect curves, glowing skin... irresistible ho aap.” Aarav ka is thara bold alfazoo mai bolna sa Main pura laal ho gayi – chehra garam, dil zor-zor dhadak raha tha. Pehli baar kisi ne – woh bhi ek ***** mard ne – meri body ko itni openly, lust bhari tareef ki thi. Andar se current daud gaya, chut mein garmi mehsoos hone lagi, panty gili ho gayi. Maine sharma kar nazrein jhuka li, lekin awaaz mein thodi sakhti la kar boli, “Yeh kya batamizi hai, Aarav ji...” Usne sorry bolte hue smile di: “Maaf karna Bhabhi, aapki khoobsurti dekh kar control nahi raha. Amjad ki toh lottery lag gayi hai. Mujhe bhi aisi khoobsurat aur sexy biwi mil jaati toh...”
Aarav Kumar ne meri taraf dekha, aankhon mein wohi masti, aur dheemi awaaz mein bola, “Bhabhi, ab toh sach batao... yeh figure kaise maintain karti ho? Kamar itni patli, 28 inch se bhi kam lag rahi hai, aur hips itni gol-mattol, bhari – jaise gym mein specially sculpt ki ho. Aur yeh chhati... 34C size ki, push-up bra mein ubhar kar dikhti hai, dil ko chhu leti hai. Aapki gori chamdi, nasheeli aankhein, mote honth – sab kuch perfect. ***** mard hun, lekin aap jaisi '. beauty pehle nahi dekhi. Yeh abaya ke neeche chhupa hua treasure... imagine karne se hi garam ho jata hun.” Uski awaaz gehri, jaise har lafz meri body mein daud raha ho, chhati pe, kamar pe, hips pe – main laal ho kar nazrein jhuka li, chut mein aag lag gayi, nipples sakht ho gaye, panty bilkul bheeg gayi.
Main sharma gayi, lekin andar se thrill mehsoos ho raha tha – pehli baar koi itni openly meri body ki details tareef kar raha tha. Chehra laal, body garam, chut mein aur gili hone lagi. Maine halke se bola, “Aarav Kumar ji, please... aise mat bolo. Amjad aa jayega.” Lekin woh ruk nahi, thoda qareeb aakar whisper kiya, garam saans meri gardan pe lag kar goosebumps daud gaye: “Bhabhi, sach kaho na – kya Amjad aapki is khoobsurti ki qadar karta hai? Kyunki agar main hota, toh roz tareef karta, haathon se sehlata... yeh patli kamar pakad kar, hips ko dabata, chunchiyon ko masalta. Aapki yeh curves – deadly hain. Kabhi bore feel karo toh batao, main company de sakta hun... coffee, ya kuch aur intimate. hum sirf dilchasp baat karenge,”
Maine halke se bola, “Aarav Kumar ji, please... aise mat bolo. Amjad aa jayega.” Lekin woh ruk nahi, thoda qareeb aakar whisper kiya, “Bhabhi, sach kaho na – kya Amjad aapki is khoobsurti ki qadar karta hai? Kyunki agar main hota, toh roz tareef karta, haathon se sehlata... yeh patli kamar pakad kar, hips ko dabata, chunchiyon ko masalta. Aapki yeh curves – deadly hain. Kabhi bore feel karo toh batao, main company de sakta hun... coffee, ya kuch aur intimate, hum serf dilchap baat kara gai.”
Main laal ho kar nazrein jhuka li, lekin masnoi ghusa dikhate hue boli, “Aarav Kumar ji, aap kaise baat kar rahe ho? Main aapke dost ki biwi hoon aur aap mujhse aise gande alfaazon se baat kar rahe ho. Aapko sharam nahi aati? Main shaadi-shuda hoon, do bacchon ki maa hoon. Phir bhi... aap mujhse flirt karte ho.” Uski baatein, woh “chunchiyon ko masalta”, “hips ko dabata” – har lafz meri chut mein aag lagata tha. Usne foran sorry bolte hue bola, “Maaf karna Bhabhi, aapko bura laga. Bas aapki khoobsurti dekh kar dil behak gaya. Aap jaisi mature, sexy '. aurat – woh alag thrill deta hai. Sorry, ab aage se control karunga.” Lekin uski aankhon mein wohi pyas thi, jaise sorry bol kar bhi aur chhed raha ho.
Itne mein Amjad wapas aa gaya, lekin woh 5-10 minute akela waqt – Aarav Kumar ki nazrein meri body par scan karti hui, uski gehri awaaz, tareefen – sab kuch andar aag laga gayi. Amjad paas tha, toh maine has kar baat taal di, lekin dil ke andar toofan uth raha tha. Uski awaaz, uski nazar, uska garam haath ka touch... sab kuch andar tak chhoo gaya tha. Sara time party mai jab bhi maree nazar Aarav Kumar ki nazroo sa milti wo muj ko hi gur raha hota tha our mai under under bohat garam ho rahee thi – chut mein pani, nipples sakht, body kaanp rahi thi.
Us raat ghar jaakar bacchon ko sula diya. Amjad thak kar turant so gaya. Main bed par let gayi – veil abhi bhi sir pe, lekin neend door-door tak nahi thi. Aarav Kumar ki yaad baar-baar aa rahi thi – uska mazboot ***** haath, woh sharp jawline, woh smile, woh tareefen... “kamar itni patli, hips itni bhari, chhati ubhri hui... deadly combination.”
Mera haath dheere se salwar ke andar chala gaya. Chut pe ungliyan rakhi – pehle se gili thi. Soch rahi thi: agar Aarav Kumar yahan hota... peeche se aakar meri kamar pakadta, hips ko zor se dabata, hips ko masalta, veil ke upar se neck par kiss karta, garam hoth gardan pe ragadta, phir haath chhati par... push-up bra ke upar se chunchiyon ko masalta, nipples pinch karta... , zor se dabata taaki main siskari le uthti “Ahh... Aarav ...” Phir haath neeche le jata, salwar khol kar panty mein ungli daalta, chut ko sehlata, clit pe circle banata, ungli andar daal kar hilata, meri gili chut ko aur gila kar deta. Phir apna mota ***** lund meri hips pe ragadta, jeans ke upar se hi feel hota kitna hard aur garam hai. Ya sab suchta howa apni Ungli andar daali, dheere-dheere hilane lagi – clit par circle banate hue. Soch rahi thi Aarav ka lund – ***** mard ka, mota, garam – meri andar dhakke maarta, zor-zor se, hips par thappad maarta, siskiyaan nikaalta... , “Noureen... meri sexy '. dost ki biwi... aaj teri chut ko phaad doonga, teri gaand ko dabata rahunga, teri chunchiyon ko chusta rahunga...” Bas itna soch kar hi jhad gayi – bohot zor se, body kaanp uthi, chut se pani nikal aaya, zor se moan nikaala (dabakar), jaise orgasm itna intense ki pair kaanp rahe the. Pehli baar kisi aur mard – woh bhi ***** – ke khayal se itna powerful jhadna.
Saansein tez, body pasine se bheegi. veil abhi bhi sir pe tha, lekin dil mein ek hi khayal: “Yeh kya ho gaya mujhe? Main ek ***** mard ke liye itni pagal ho rahi hoon...” Agar Aarav Kumar se dubara mulaqat hogi toh kya hoga? Woh thrill, woh forbidden desire ab ruk nahi raha tha, har raat ko aur tez kar raha tha. Is hi thara ak week guzar gaya.
Mis Khan
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)