Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Soham ke us ajeeb aur shocking 'open relationship' wale proposal ke baad, pichle kuch dino se Geeti apne hi khayalon ki uljhan mein khoyi rehti thi. Ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi uske andar—gussa, thukraav (rejection) ka dard, aur ek anjaani si aag. Par aurat ka dimaag jab kisi cheez se bagawat karne par aata hai, toh sabse pehle uske pehnawe mein jhalakta hai.



Ek din, aaine ke saamne khade hokar Geeti ne decide kiya ki aaj woh apni sadharan si image tod degi. Usne wardrobe se ek behad bold saari nikali—deep navy blue jisme ek chamakta hua silver border tha. Saari ka kapda itna naram aur patla tha ki woh uske curves se kisi doosri skin ki tarah lipat gaya. Uska blouse backless nahi tha, par aage se uska deep cut uski milky white cleavage ko ek tempting jhalak de raha tha. Aaj uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa confidence aur glowing nasha tha.




Jaise hi usne bank mein, apne cabin ki taraf step liya, wahan ki hawa hi badal gayi. Har nazar, chahe mard ki ho ya aurat ki, us par aakar tik gayi. Navy blue saari mein uski gori rangat aur bhi zyada khil rahi thi, aur uski kamar ka lachakna aaj kuch zyada hi numaya (visible) tha.

Ek senior colleague se raha nahi gaya aur woh bol pada, “Geeti, today you’re an absolute show-stopper. Bank ka mahol hi rangeen kar diya tumne.”

Geeti ne pallu ko halke se apni ungli par lapetate hue ek confident smile diya. “Kya karoon, mood hi aisa tha aaj.”

Us din poori office mein uske chalte hi jaise current sa daud jata tha. Ek naye intern ne toh, jo Geeti se umar mein kaafi chota tha, uski desk par aakar seedha keh diya, “Ma'am... if I wasn’t scared of HR, main sach mein aaj aapko coffee date pe le jaata.”

Geeti ko gussa aana chahiye tha, par uske andar ki us nayi aurat ne teasing tone mein jawab diya, “Achha hai tum HR se darte ho... warna pata nahi kya kya kar baithte.” Intern sharma kar chala gaya, par Geeti ke pet mein ek meethi si gudgudi chhod gaya.

Shaam ka waqt tha. Bank ka kaam thoda halka ho chuka tha. Geeti ek client se phone pe baat karne ke liye office ki chhat (terrace) ki taraf chali gayi. Terrace ka darwaza thoda khula tha. Jaise hi woh bahar kadam rakhne wali thi, usne background mein cigarette peete hue kuch mardon ki aawaazein suni. Woh uske hi department ke teen male colleagues the. Geeti wahi darwaze ke peechhe ruk gayi.

“Bhai, aaj Geeti Ma'am ko dekha? Uski saari ne toh aag laga di aaj… woh hips ka curve… uff,” ek mard ki hawas bhari aawaaz aayi.

“Sahi keh raha hai. Uska figure toh is saari mein aur zyada tempting lag raha tha. Main toh kehta hoon, ek baar mil jaaye toh poora din sirf use hi dekhta rahun,” doosre ne ek gandi hansi hasate hue kaha.

“Abe, dekhne mein jitni soft aur sanskari lagti hai na, mujhe lagta hai woh easily control ho jaati hai… sexy bhi hai aur soft bhi. Ek chance mil jaaye bas,” teesra bola, jaise koi ganda sapna dekh raha ho.

“Bhai tu ek ki baat kar raha hai? Jis tarah ki uski chaal thi aaj, likh ke le le, woh do logon ko bhi ek saath sambhaal sakti hai. Ek kaam karte hain, koi private party plan karo, aur usse invite karo. Pila kar dekhte hain iska asli roop,” pehle wale ne phirse kaha.



Geeti ki aankhon mein ek second ke liye bhayanak shock tha. Uske paanv zameen par jam gaye. Woh saari tareefin nahi thin, woh use kisi insaan ki tarah nahi, balki ek gosht ke tukde (piece of meat) ki tarah dekh rahe the. Jaise uska poora nanga body unke liye koi fantasy ho, jise woh apne bistar par nochne ki baatein kar rahe the. Ek izzatdaar branch manager ko andar jaakar unhe thappad marna chahiye tha. Par usne apni calm banaye rakhi.

Kyun? Kyunki gusse ki jagah... uske jism mein ek ajeeb sa, raw aur forbidden current daud gaya tha. 'Do logon ko sambhal sakti hai... easily control ho jati hai...' Yeh gande shabd uske kaano se hote hue seedha uski jaanghon ke beech aag laga rahe the. Woh wahan se bina koi aawaaz kiye, slowly walk karte hue office ke bathroom ki taraf mud gayi.

Bathroom tak ka woh chota sa rasta use meelon lamba lag raha tha. Uski saansein bhaari ho chuki thin aur dono taangon ke beech use ek chipchipa geelapan mehsoos hone laga tha.

Bathroom mein aate hi usne jaldi se door lock kiya. Woh aaine (mirror) ke saamne aakar khadi ho gayi aur haanfte hue khud ko dekha. Saari ki perfect fitting, uski kamar ka woh thoda sa ubhar, navy blue blouse se bahar jhaankte hue uske gora curves—sab kuch usse ab khud pe ek ajeeb sa asar kar raha tha. Woh khud ko ab apni nazron se nahi, balki un teen mardon ki gandi nazron se dekh rahi thi. Usne apne haath se cheek par aaye baalon ko thoda side kiya, aur phir dheere se, kaanpte haathon se apne blouse ki neckline ko halka sa aur neeche adjust kiya.

Woh terrace wali baatein uske dimaag mein kisi porn movie ke dialogue ki tarah goonj rahi thin—“Do bande bhi sambhaal sakti hai”, “Main toh rakh hi leta use apne paas”. Usne aankhen band ki aur ek thandi saans li. Uska shareer buri tarah garam hone laga tha. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh gussa nahi tha, yeh uski saalon ki dabi hui bhookh thi. Yeh kuch aur tha… kuch raw, kuch behad forbidden.

Geeti ne western toilet ka seat cover down kiya aur slowly uspe baith gayi. Uski saans tez thi, aur uski chhaati tezi se upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Usne apna silver pallu thoda side kiya, aur apne navy blue blouse ka sabse neeche wala button halka sa khol diya, jisse uska gora pet saaf nazar aane laga.

Apne thartharaate hue haathon ko dheere-dheere apni thighs pe move karte hue, usne apni saari ko ghutnon se upar tak khiska liya. Office ke thande bathroom mein uski gori, nangi jaanghein kisi jwalamukhi ki tarah tap rahi thin. Usne apna ek haath saari ke andar slip kiya… aur apni silk panties ke upar se apne sabse sensitive hisse ko halke se touch kiya.

“Shit…” usne halki si, haanfti hui whisper ki. Uski panty ka fabric puri tarah se bhig chuka tha. Woh already itni wet thi ki use apne hi jism ki garmi aur ras (juices) ka ehsaas panty ke bahar tak ho raha tha.

Uske fingertips ne panty ke elastic ko thoda side mein khiska diya, aur uski nangi ungliyan sidhe uske wet, soojhe hue folds tak pahunch gayin. Jaise hi usne apni geeli chut (core) ko chhua, uske muh se ek siskari nikal gayi. Usne apne clit par halki si circular motion shuru ki… aur tabhi dimaag mein un awara shabdon ne phir dastak di—“uski boobs ka size dekha? Perfect hai… ek chance mil jaye bas.”

Yeh soch kar ki bahar baith kar mard uske nange jism ke bare mein kya-kya gandi baatein soch rahe hain, uske andar ek naya, wild thrill jaag utha.

Uski saansen aur tez ho gayin. Uski do ungliyan ab uski geeli daraar ke andar-bahar hone lagin. 'Chapak-chapak' ki geeli aawaaz bathroom ki thandi deewaron se takra rahi thi.

“Mmmhh…” ek soft, be-kabu moan uske honton se nikal gaya. Jaise hi use aawaaz ka ehsaas hua, usne turant apna doosra haath apne honthon pe rakh kar use daba liya. 'Agar kisi ne sun liya toh? Agar koi washroom mein aa gaya toh?' Yeh dar... pakde jane ka yeh dar uske nange jism ko aur bhi zyada pagal kar raha tha.

Uske body ne ek ajeeb sa chill lena shuru kiya, har circular motion, har finger stroke ke saath uska lower body aur bhi tight ho raha tha. Usne aankhen kaskar band ki aur apni fantasy ko poori tarah azaad kar diya. Usne imagine kiya—ki woh terrace wali party sach ho gayi hai. Woh teen purush uske aaspas khade hain. Ek ne uske haath pakde hue hain, doosra uske is perfect navy blue blouse ke button be-rehmi se khol raha hai, saari ko noch kar nikaal raha hai… aur woh teenon anjaan, hawas se bhare mard uske nange curves par, uske hips par apne mote, sakht haath pher rahe hain. Use 'control' kar rahe hain.

“Mmmh… fuck…” woh apne hi in gande shabdon aur moan se thoda sharma gayi, lekin uska haath nahi roka. Usne kabhi gaali nahi di thi, par aaj lust ke is nashe mein yeh shabd uske honton se khud-ba-khud fisal gaya tha. Ek intense, garam wave uske andar se uth rahi thi. Har touch ke saath uska lower body aur bhi tight, aur bhi bhookha ho raha tha.



Tabhi, us junoon ke beech, ek second ke liye usne Soham ka dhyan kiya... Soham jo use nahi chhoota tha, Soham jo use kisi aur mard ke bistar par bhejna chahta tha. Aur phir achanak, uske dimaag mein Amrita ka chehra flash hua! Uska apna pati aur uski chhoti behen. Yeh khayal itna disturbing tha, itna chubhne wala tha, ki usne Geeti ke dimaag ki saari nasen jhanjhana din. Ek jhatka sa laga uske pure jism ko.

Soham ka rejection aur un paraye mardon ki wild hawas—in dono ke deadly combination ne uske jism ka fuse uda diya.

Aur ek dum—woh climax ki edge pe aa gayi.

Usne apni ungliyon ko poori taqat se apni clit par dabaya. Aankhen tightly band kar ke, apne dusre haath ko apne muh par aur kaskar dabate hue, ek muffled cry ke saath usne ek behad shaktishali, kaanpne wala orgasm feel kiya. Uska poora jism, uski gori thighs, buri tarah shake kar rahi thin. Uska garam ras uski ungliyon ko bhigota hua toilet seat par girne laga tha.


Uska haath ab still (ruk) gaya tha. Uski saansein bohut choti aur ukhdi hui thin (breath short), aur legs slightly shaking.


Kuch seconds baad, jab us toofaan ka asar thoda kam hua, toh reality ne use gher liya. Ek bohut bhayanak aur heavy guilt uske dil par baith gaya. "Maine yeh kya kiya? Apne office ke bathroom mein? Un ghatiya mardon ki baatein soch kar?" Usne jaldi se tissue paper nikala, apne aap ko saaf kiya aur kapde theek kiye. Jab woh khadi hui, toh uske pair abhi bhi thode kaanp rahe the. Usne sink ke paas aakar thanda paani apne chehre par maara.


Jab usne towel se chehra ponch kar dobara Mirror mein dekha, toh woh hairan reh gayi. Uska face lust ki garmi se laal tha, aankhen heavy aur nasheeli lag rahi thin... aur uske honton pe sharam ya gusse ki jagah ek light, naughty smile thi. Ek aisi aurat ki smile jisne abhi-abhi apni dabi hui dark side ko pehchana tha. Guilt tha, par us guilty enjoyment ne uski rooh mein ghar kar liya tha.


“Wow, Geeti… tum waise nahi ho jo tum dikhte ho,” usne aaine mein apne reflection ko ghoorte hue, ek soft aur mysterious voice mein khud se kaha.


Woh khadi hui, apne blouse ko wapas perfect fitting mein laaya, pallu theek kiya, apne purse se thoda mehnga perfume nikaal kar spray kiya… aur ek aur bhi zyada confident, par khatarnak expression ke saath bathroom se bahar nikal gayi.


Jab Geeti bank ke thande bathroom mein apni dabi hui aag aur naye roop se rubaru ho rahi thi, theek usi waqt ghar par ek bilkul alag hi toofan ne dastak de di thi.


Ghar par usi waqt Soham aur Amrita akele the. Bahar ki dhoop khidkiyon se chhan kar living room mein aa rahi thi, par ghar ke andar ki hawa mein ek ajeeb sa tension, ek unspoken khinchav tha. Soham sofa par laptop khole baitha tha, par uska dimaag apne kaam mein nahi lag raha tha. Geeti se doori ne use andar se bilkul khokhla kar diya tha.

Tabhi Amrita naha kar apne kamre se bahar aayi. Usne ek bohut hi light cotton dress pehni hui thi, jo uski fresh aur youthful body par thoda clingy tha. Kapda itna patla tha ki uske undergarments ki outlines halke se guess ki ja sakti thin. Uske freshly washed baal, jinse abhi bhi meethi shampoo ki khushboo aa rahi thi, uske shoulders pe azaadi se gir rahe the. Ek-aadh paani ki boond uski neck se hote hue uske collarbone ki taraf rurak rahi thi.



Soham ne jaise hi screen se nazar hata kar use dekha, woh ek moment ke liye poori tarah freeze ho gaya. Woh jawan, taaza aur be-baak ladki uski aakhon ke samne kisi apsara ki tarah khadi thi. Geeti ki berukhi aur serious nature ke theek ulat, Amrita mein ek aisi raw aur kachchi kashish thi jo Soham ke mardana dimaag ko haavi kar rahi thi.


“Tum... bilkul dreamy lag rahi ho, Amrita,” Soham ke muh se achanak yeh shabd nikal gaye. Awaaz mein ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan tha.


Amrita ruk gayi. Uski aankhein thodi badi huin, aur usne apne honthon ko halke se daanto tale daba liya. Woh thoda blush karte hue, apni nazrein thodi neechi karke boli, “Jijoo, aapko bhi meri tareef karne ki aadat lag gayi hai na aaj kal?”

“Tumhare jaise khoobsurat ladki ho samne, toh tareef toh banti hai,” Soham ne laptop ko coffee table par dhakel diya aur dheere se khada ho gaya. Woh bina soche, jaise kisi trance (nashe) mein ho, uske thoda kareeb aa gaya. Kamre ki khamoshi ab dono ki dhadkanon ko sunne lagi thi.

Amrita ne uski aankhon mein woh bhookh dekh li thi. Woh ek kadam piche hati, par uske chehre par darr nahi, ek flirtatious darr tha. “Aap mujhe tease kar rahe ho na, Jijoo?” usne pucha, uski saansein thodi tez hone lagi thin.

Soham uske theek samne aakar khada ho gaya. Dono ke beech ab sirf kuch inch ka faasla tha. Soham ne uski nigaahon mein gehrai se dekhte hue, ek hushed, kaanpti hui tone mein kaha, “Nahi... bas woh keh raha hoon jo is waqt dil keh raha hai.”


Amrita ne himmat karke apni aankhon ko uski aankhon mein daala. Aur uss moment mein, jaise ek saalo purani kaanch ki deewar toot kar bikhar gayi ho. Unke beech ki saari 'jija-saali' ki boundaries aur izzat ke dayre achanak melt hone lage.


Soham ne dheere se apna haath aage badhaya aur Amrita ka naram, gora haath pakad liya. Amrita ka jism us pehle asal sparsh (touch) se jhanjhana utha. Soham ka angutha uski kalaai par halke se sehlane laga. Kuch seconds tak dono bas ek-dusre ko ghoorte rahe, jaise us pal ki gravity ko samajhne ki koshish kar rahe hon. Par hawas aur aakarshan (attraction) ka asar dimaag ko sochne ka waqt kahan deta hai.

Soham ki ungliyan dheere-dheere Amrita ke haath se hote hue upar aayin, uski neck ko halke se chhua, aur phir uske us clingy cotton dress ke sabse upar wale button par ja kar thehar gayin.

Amrita ki saans puri tarah tez ho gayi thi. Uski chhaati zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Usne kaanpti awaaz mein, bohut hi softly kaha, “Jijoo... please...”

Par yeh 'please' kisi cheez ko rokne ke liye nahi tha. Uski awaaz mein na toh gussa tha, na hi koi mana karne ka ishaara. Balki woh ek surrender tha, ek dark khwahish ki shuruvaat thi.

Soham ki ungliyon ne bina koi jaldbaazi kiye, ek halki si twist ke saath woh pehla button khol diya. Uske baad doosra.

Cotton dress ke thoda sa khulte hi, uske andar se ek bohut hi delicate, light pink lace wali bra dikhaai dene lagi. Uski jawan, gori skin us roshni mein chamak rahi thi. Soham ne ek bhari ghoont nigla. Usne Geeti ke alawa saalon se kisi aurat ko is tarah kareeb se nahi dekha tha. Usne apni nigaahein Amrita ki aakhon mein hi rakhi, par apna haath dheere se aage badha kar uski khuli hui neckline ke beech, uske upper chest ko halke se, behad gently chhua.

Us mardana, garam sparsh ke padte hi Amrita ke muh se ek be-kabu, halki si moan nikal gayi— “Mmmm...”


markdown-ready image host

Woh awaaz behad soft aur sensual thi. Amrita ki aankhein band ho gayin aur usne apna sir halke se peeche ki taraf jhuka diya. Unka yeh connection ab sirf physical nahi raha tha—woh pal ek bohut bada emotional crack bhi tha jo unhe ek aisi forbidden duniya mein kheench raha tha jahan rishton ki koi mariyada bachi hi nahi thi.

Soham ka haath thoda aur neeche gaya, uski pink lace bra ki edge ko choomte hue...


Click. Clack.

Main door ke lock mein chabi ghoomne ki aawaaz aayi.

Yeh aawaaz kisi bhari patthar ki tarah us khamosh kamre mein aakar giri. Amrita ki aankhein darr aur panic se poori tarah phat gayin. "Didi!" uske honton se ek kaanpti hui fariyaad nikli.

Bina ek second zaya kiye, usne apni poori taaqat se Soham ke seene par haath rakh kar use jhatke se peechhe dhakel diya. Soham do kadam piche ladkhadaya. Amrita ke haath buri tarah kaanp rahe the jab usne be-tahasha jaldbaazi mein apni dress ke woh dono buttons wapas lagaye. Uski saansein phooli hui thin aur chehra sharam aur darr se laal ho chuka tha. Woh turant coffee table ki taraf jhuki, apna mug uthaya aur taizi se kitchen ki taraf bhaag gayi, jaise woh wahan thi hi nahi.

Soham ne ek gehri saans li, apne shirt ka collar theek kiya aur jaldi se sofa par baith kar laptop screen ko ghoorne laga. Uski dhadkanein bhi tez thin.

Darwaza khula aur Geeti andar aayi.

Woh aaj kisi aam din ki tarah thaki-haari nahi lag rahi thi. Uski navy blue saari, uska thoda sa deep neck blouse, aur uske chehre par aayi woh nayi 'naughty' chamak—sab kuch badla hua tha. Aaj woh khud ko desirable mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Kamre ki hawa mein ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan tha. Ek aisi mehak thi jo pehle kabhi is drawing room mein nahi aayi—Soham ka mardana cologne, Amrita ke mehthe shampoo ki khushboo, aur us adhoori hawas (interrupted lust) ka ek raw, paseene se bhara scent. Geeti ne halke se naak sikodi, par uska dimaag apne hi naye confidence aur thrill mein itna uljha hua tha ki usne is tabboo mehak par dhyan nahi diya. Use laga shayad khidkiyan band hone ki wajah se aisi smeli aa rahi hai.

Geeti ne apna purse table par rakha aur apne pallu ko jaan-boojh kar thoda aur dheela chhod diya. Woh Soham ko jealous karna chahti thi. Woh dekhna chahti thi ki kya uske pati ke andar uske liye koi aag, koi possessiveness bachi bhi hai ya nahi.

"Pata hai Soham," Geeti ne sofa ke piche aakar khade hote hue kaha, uski aawaaz mein ek halka sa guroor (pride) tha. "Aaj bank mein mahaul hi kuch aur tha. Yeh saari pehan kar gayi thi main..."

Soham ne laptop se nazar hatayi aur mud kar use dekha. Ek pal ke liye uski nigahein Geeti ki deep cleavage aur uske perfect curves par thehar gayin. "Achha? Kya hua?" Soham ne pucha.

"Sab log mujhe aise ghoor rahe the jaise maine koi fashion show mein entry li ho," Geeti ne halke se hanste hue kaha, par uski aankhein Soham ka reaction padh rahi thin. "Mera ek intern toh seedha mere cabin mein aa gaya aur kehta hai ki agar use HR ka darr na hota, toh woh mujhe wahi sabke samne coffee date par le jata. Aur sach kahun, mardon ki nazrein bata deti hain ki unke dimaag mein kya chal raha hai. They were literally eating me with their eyes."

Geeti ko umeed thi ki yeh sunkar Soham ka khoon khaul uthega. Koi mard apni izzatdaar patni ke baare mein aise gande shabd sunkar shaant nahi reh sakta. Woh chahti thi ki Soham gusse mein uthe, use apni taraf kheencher, aur kahe, "Tum sirf meri ho Geeti, kisi aur ki himmat kaise hui tumhe aise dekhne ki."


Par jo hua, usne Geeti ki aatma ko jhanjhor kar rakh diya.


Soham gusse se laal nahi hua. Balki, uska chehra achanak aur bhi zyada dhyan se Geeti ko dekhne laga. Uski aankhein thodi badi ho gayin aur uski saansein thodi bhaari ho gayin. Ek ajeeb si, excite hone wali muskurahat (lustful smile) uske honton par aa gayi.


"Sach mein?" Soham ne apni chair thodi aur piche ki, Geeti ko upar se niche tak scan karte hue pucha. "Aur... aur kaisa lag raha tha tumhe? Jab woh naye ladke... jab woh intern tumhe aise ghoor raha tha? Kya kaha usne exact words mein?"


Geeti ko laga jaise kisi ne uske naye confident roop par barf ka thanda paani daal diya ho. Uski smile wahi freeze ho gayi.


"Aur baki mard, Geeti? Jab tum bank mein chalti thi toh kya woh tumhari kamar dekhte the?" Soham ki aawaaz ab kharash-daar (husky) ho chuki thi. Woh jealous nahi tha—woh apne patni ko dusre mardon ki nazron ka shikaar hote hue imagine karke turn-on ho raha tha. Uske andar ka cuckold fantasy jaag utha tha. "Unhe lagta hoga ki tum kitni perfect ho... hai na? Koi tumhe chhoona chahta hoga aaj?"

"Soham..." Geeti ke honton se yeh shabd kaanpte hue nikle. Uski aankhon mein ikattha hua sara guroor, saara thrill ek jhatke mein beh gaya.

"Tumhein kaisa feel ho raha tha, Geeti? Jab unki gandi nazrein tumhare jism par pad rahi thin?" Soham aur kareeb aakar puchne laga.

Geeti do kadam piche hat gayi. Use apne pati se is waqt ghin aa rahi thi. Jis aadmi ke liye usne apne aap ko itna sajaya tha, woh use bachaane ya apna haq jatane ki jagah, use dusre mardon ke hawalon karna chah raha tha. Yeh ek patni ke liye sabse bada, sabse zaleel karne wala rejection tha.


"Tum... tum sach mein bimar ho gaye ho, Soham," Geeti ne dabi hui, rone wali aawaaz mein kaha. Uski aankhon mein aansu tairne lage the. "Tum apni hi biwi ko gair mardon ke baare mein soch kar excite ho rahe ho? Tumhein sharam aani chahiye!"


Soham ka chehra thoda sa stiff hua, par Geeti ruki nahi. Apna pallu jhatak kar usne wapas apne kandhe par dala aur wahan se tezi se palat kar apne bedroom ki taraf bhag gayi. Darwaza andar se zor se lock hone ki aawaaz aayi.


Geeti ne master bedroom ka darwaza andar se lock toh kar liya tha, par us kamre ki har cheez use Soham ke us gande, bhayanak chehre ki yaad dila rahi thi. Ghutan itni badh gayi ki usne apna takiya uthaya aur chupchaap guest room mein chali gayi.


Guest room mein ghup andhera tha. Geeti akeli bed par leti thi, aur uske dimaag mein baar-baar dhokhe aur thukraav (betrayal and rejection) ka woh manzar ghoom raha tha. Jis pati ke liye usne aaj apne aadarsh tode the, us navy blue saari mein khud ko desirable banaya tha, usi pati ne use ek saste khilone ki tarah dusre mardon ke aage fekne ki baat kar di thi. Pehle gussa aaya, phir rona.


Par jaise-jaise raat aage badhi, aurton wali woh fitrati zidd (inherent stubbornness) uske aansuon par haavi hone lagi. 'Nahi... main itni aasani se haar nahi manungi,' usne apne aap se kaha. 'Yeh mera ghar hai. Soham mera pati hai. Use koi temporary psychological problem ho sakti hai, par main uske dimaag se is gande 'open relationship' wale kachre ko nikal kar rahungi. Soham ko wapas jeetna hai... har haal mein.'


Tabhi use guest room ke bahar se Soham ke qadmon ki aawaaz aayi. Shayad woh kitchen mein paani peene ja raha tha. Geeti ki saansein ek pal ke liye ruki, par usne darwaza nahi khola. Usne tay kiya ki woh aaj use ignore karegi.


Andhere mein leti hui Geeti ki aawaazein aur khayalat achanak uske jism ki taraf mud gaye. Absentmindedly (bina soche-samjhe), uske haath apne hi jism par ghoomne lage. Uski ungliyan uski collarbone se hote hue uske pet tak aayin. Woh apne hi naram curves ko chhoo rahi thi, par uske dimaag mein Soham ki purani chhaviyan (images) thin. Woh din jab Soham bina uski marzi ke uske pallu ko kheench liya karta tha, jab Soham ki aakhon mein uske liye sachi aag hoti thi.


Apne hi jism ko chhoote hue, un purane aur passionate palo ko yaad karke Geeti ke pet ke nichle hisse mein ek halki si garmi daudne lagi. Par aaj, us garmi mein sirf dard tha. Usne ek gehri saans li aur apne haath hata liye. 'Kal se sab theek karna shuru karungi,' usne khud se ek jhootha wada kiya, aur thakan ke maare so gayi.


Agli subah, Geeti ke dimaag ne ek alag hi khel khela. Usne raat ko tay kiya tha ki woh Soham ko wapas jeetegi, par subconscious mind (avchetan mann) ko kisi aur hi cheez ki bhookh lag chuki thi— 'Attention'.


Wardrobe ke saamne khade hokar, Geeti ne apni rozana ki loose aur aaramdayak kurtis ko chhod diya. Bina zyada soche, uske haathon ne ek behad tight, baby-pink colour ki kurti nikaali. Yeh kurti usne khareedi zaroor thi, par pehni kabhi nahi thi kyunki iski fitting uske breasts aur hips par kuch zyada hi clingy thi. Par aaj, jab usne aaine mein us tight kurti ko pehan kar khud ko dekha, toh uske jism ka har ek curve cheekh-cheekh kar numaya ho raha tha.



imgbb upload from url

Breakfast ke waqt jab woh kitchen mein thi, Soham dining table par baitha coffee pee raha tha. Geeti jaan-boojh kar coffee ka mug lekar uske theek bagal se guzri. Rasta kaafi tha, par Geeti ne apne qadmon ko is tarah adjust kiya ki guzarte waqt uska bhara hua hip (kamar) halke se Soham ke kandhe aur baazu se ragad (graze) khata hua nikla.


Soham ka haath ek second ke liye ruka, par usne Geeti ki aakhon mein nahi dekha. Geeti ke andar frustration ki ek aur lehar daud gayi.


Bank pahunchne par, us pink tight kurti ka asar saaf dikhne laga tha. Geeti jab apne cabin se nikal kar files lene HR section ki taraf ja rahi thi, toh uska ek purana male colleague, jo aam taur par bohut tameez se pesh aata tha, wahi file rack ke paas khada tha.


Jaise hi Geeti ruki, usne notice kiya ki us colleague ki nazar uski aakhon par nahi thi. Uski nigahein us tight kurti ke seene par banne wale kichaav (stretch) aur uske hips ki fitting par buri tarah atki hui thin. Woh nazar normal nahi thi—usme ek sasti, nangi aur 'dirty' hawas thi. Woh uske figure ko aise scan kar raha tha jaise uske kapde utaar raha ho.


Geeti ne fauran uski nigaahon ka rukh pehchan liya. Kisi aur din woh is baat par gussa karti, use dantati. Par aaj? Aaj achanak uske chehre par ek flush (blush) aa gaya. Uski gardan sharam se laal ho gayi. Par us sharam ke theek neeche, uske jism mein ek 'forbidden thrill'—ek aisi gudgudi jo paap aur maze se bhari thi—daud gayi.


'Yeh mujhe kitni gandi nazar se dekh raha hai... iske dimaag mein zaroor mere jism ko lekar dirty khayal chal rahe hain,' Geeti ne socha, aur yeh sochte hi uski thighs ke beech ek achanak sa geelapan (wetness) banne laga.



Par agle hi second, uski pativrata aatma ne chikh maari. Usne jaldi se file seene se laga li aur wahan se tezi se palat gayi. 'Yeh galat hai. Behad galat. Main kisi aur mard ki is sasti nigaah par excite nahi ho sakti. Main jo kuch bhi kar rahi hoon, yeh tight kapde, yeh sab sirf Soham ke liye hai. Sirf Soham ke liye!' Woh apne aap ko convince karti hui apne cabin mein aakar baith gayi, par uska dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.


Raat ka andhera ek baar phir us shant ghar mein utar aaya tha. Geeti apne bed par leti thi. Soham hamesha ki tarah dusri taraf muh karke so chuka tha. Par Geeti ki aankhein chhat ko ghoor rahi thin.


Din bhar usne apne dimaag ko busy rakhne ki koshish ki, par jaise hi andhera chhaya, uske dimaag mein baaton aur manzar ka ek khatarnak cocktail banne laga. Subah us colleague ki woh hawas bhari 'dirty' nazar, aur pichhli shaam Soham ke kahe gaye woh gande shabd— "Tumhein kaisa feel ho raha tha... jab unki gandi nazrein tumhare jism par pad rahi thin?" Geeti ka dimaag in dono cheezon ko aapas mein jodne laga. Uski saansein bed par bhaari hone lagin. Ek aurat hone ke naate, use ab poori tarah se 'desired' (chahi jane wali) feel karne ki bhookh lag chuki thi, aur Soham us bhookh ko kisi aur mard ke zariye poora karne ka beej bo chuka tha.


Bina kisi irade ke, andhere mein uske haath uski nighty ke andar chale gaye. Uski ungliyon ne uske pet ko paar kiya aur seedhe uski cotton panty ke upar aakar ruk gayin. Panty ke bahar se hi use ehsaas ho gaya tha ki woh subah ki us 'dirty stare' ko yaad karke abhi tak geeli thi.


Usne halke-halke chut ko rub karna shuru kiya. Uski band aankhon ke peeche ab ek bhayanak, 'forbidden' fantasy roop lene lagi. Woh imagine karne lagi ki bank ka woh colleague uske cabin mein andar aata hai. Woh uski is tight pink kurti ko be-rehmi se faad deta hai. Woh Geeti ko wall (deewar) par dhakel kar uske seene ko nochne lagta hai, use batata hai ki woh use kitni gandi nigaahon se dekhta tha. Aur sabse tabboo khayal yeh tha ki Geeti imagine kar rahi thi ki Soham wahi baitha yeh sab dekh raha hai, aur Geeti ko kisi aur mard ki hawas ka shikaar hote dekh enjoy kar raha hai.


"Ahhh... mmmm," Geeti ki saans tootne lagi. Uski ungliyon ne panty ko side kiya aur sidhe uski nangi, thartharaati hui chut ko masalna shuru kar diya.





"Aur dekho mujhe gandi nazar se... main aurat hoon... chahti hoon main..." woh apne dimaag mein be-sharam shabdon ko azaad kar chuki thi. Pleasure ka level bohut tezi se badh raha tha. Uski chut us anjaan mard ke khayal se aag ki tarah tap rahi thi. Climax bas kuch hi pal door tha, uska jism ainchi (tight) lene laga tha...

Par achanak!


Jaise kisi ne thande paani ki balti uske nange jism par daal di ho. Reality aur sanskaron ne use beech mein hi ek zordaar thappad maara.

Geeti ki aankhein jhatke se khul gayin. Uski saansein buri tarah ukhdi hui thin. Usne turant apna haath wahan se hata liya. Uska jism abhi bhi orgasm ke liye tadap raha tha, ek bhayanak adhoori aag uske andar jal rahi thi, par usne khud ko physically rok liya.


"Nahin! Yeh main kya kar rahi hoon?" Geeti ne ruanasi aawaaz mein, kaanpte hue whisper kiya. "Main ek pativrata hoon. Main apne pati ke alawa kisi aur mard ko apne jism par soch kar masterbate nahi kar sakti. Yeh cheating hai... yeh ghatiya hai!"


Geeti ne turant nighty theek ki aur karwat lekar apne ghutnon ko seene se laga liya. Usne khud ko poori tarah 'control' karne ki nakam koshish ki thi. Climax ke theek pehle ruk jane ki wajah se uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek chubhan bhara dard aur bhari-pan ho raha tha.


Kamre ki chuppi mein woh akeli, adhoori aur frustrated leti thi. Usne khud ko aaj rok toh liya tha, par dimaag mein boya gaya woh beej ab ankur (sprout) ban chuka tha. Woh 'being desired' wali feeling ka nasha uske zehan mein utar gaya tha. Woh neend ki aagosh mein dhoondhti rahi, par woh tabboo khayal uske sote hue dimaag ke ek kone mein muskurata raha.


Par koi bhi aurat is adhoore-pan ko lambe waqt tak bardaasht nahi kar sakti. Agle kuch din isi kashmakash mein guzre. Geeti din mein strict bank manager banne ka dikhawa karti, par uski horniness ka pressure ek aisi seeti ban chuka tha jo bajne hi wali thi.


Aakhir ek raat, jab Soham use ignore karke so gaya, Geeti ki frustration apne charam (peak) par pahunch gayi. Uski jaanghon ke beech ka kichaav itna teevra (intense) tha ki dimaag ki saari daleelein be-asar ho gayin. Bina kuch soche, uske haath apne aap blanket ke andar uske phone ki taraf gaye. Screen ki roshni ne uske chehre par padti thakaan aur hawas dono ko numaya kar diya. Usne phir se 'incognito mode' khola.


Search bar mein usne kaanpti ungliyon se type kiya: "Wife shared by husband with colleagues - Desi hotwife story."


Enter dabate hi uski dhadkanein galey tak aa gayin. Usne ek lumbi kahani kholi. Kahani padhna shuru karte hi uske dimaag mein shabd visual banne lage. Kahani mein ek aurat thi jise uska pati apne doston ke aage paros deta tha, aur woh aurat sharam ke bawajood un paraye mardon ke lund ki aag mein jalna enjoy karne lagti thi.



Geeti ki saansein ab tez aur ukhdi hui hone lagin. Usne blanket ko apne chehre tak kheench liya taaki Soham ko uski saanson ki aawaaz na sunai de. Usne apne nightgown ko dheere se apne ghutnon se upar sarkaaya, phir thighs tak, aur aakhir mein apni kamar tak jama kar liya. Uski gori, nangi jaanghein andhere mein kisi sangmarmar ki tarah lag rahi thin.


Uski ungliyon ne kaanpte hue uski panty ke elastic ko chhua aur use neeche khiska diya. Jab uski nangi ungliyon ne uske auratpan ko chhua, toh woh aag se tap raha tha. Woh be-tahasha geeli (wet) ho chuki thi. Uski chut se nikalne wala chipchipa ras (juices) is baat ka saboot tha ki 'loyalty' ka parda uth chuka tha.


Usne apni do ungliyon ko apni geeli daraar par rakha aur ahista-ahista apni sooji hui clit ko masalna shuru kiya. Phone screen ki taraf dekhte hue, usne padhe hue shabdon ko apni zindagi ke saath jodna shuru kar diya.


Achanak uske dimaag mein apne bank ke un do junior colleagues ka chehra flash hua jo water cooler ke paas khade the.


"Kya maal lag rahi hain aaj Geeti Ma'am... Aisi aurat bistar mein mil jaye toh mard ko aur kya chahiye?"


Geeti ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Uski fantasy ne ek naya roop le liya. Woh imagine karne lagi ki woh apne office desk par leti hai. Uski saari pehnawa nanga (stripped) kar diya gaya hai. Uske dono junior colleagues uske upar jhuke hue hain. Unki nangi, hawas bhari nigahein Geeti ke gore ubhaaron (breasts) aur khuli hui taangon ko ghoor rahi hain. Ek colleague uske honthon ko be-rehmi se choom raha hai, jabki doosra uski geeli chut ko sehla raha hai. Aur kamre ke kone mein... Soham khada hai. Soham use rok nahi raha. Soham muskurate hue yeh sab dekh raha hai, use ek asal 'hotwife' banne par majboor kar raha hai.


"Oh god... ahhh... mmm," Geeti ke muh se ek be-kabu siski nikal gayi.



Is tabboo, scandalous aur paap se bhari fantasy ne uske dimaag ke saare fuse uda diye. "Haan... aur tez... main maal hoon... use karo mujhe," woh apne dimaag mein cheekh rahi thi. Uski ungliyon ki raftaar apni chut ke andar be-tahasha badh gayi. Andar-bahar... andar-bahar. 'Chapak-chapak' ki geeli aawaaz blanket ke andar goonjne lagi.


Kuch hi seconds mein, Geeti ka poora jism ek khatarnak, jhanjhanate hue jhatke ke saath climax par pahunch gaya. Uski jaanghein buri tarah kaanpne lagin. Usne takiye ka kona apne danto se dabocha aur apni saari thakaan, saari bhookh aur hawas ko us bistar par nichod diya.


Saans normal hone mein kai minute lag gaye. Jism ko thandak toh mil gayi thi, par jaise hi dimag se hawas ka dhuaan chhata, reality ne use phir ek zordaar jhatka diya. Geeti ne apni ungliyon ki taraf dekha jo uski apni hi gandagi (fluids) se sani hui thin. Bagal mein Soham abhi bhi so raha tha.


"Shit... shit... yeh maine kya kiya phir se?" Geeti ne rote hue whisper kiya. Ek gehra, kaala guilt uske seene par baith gaya. Woh jaldi se washroom bhagi.


Shower on kiya aur us thande paani ke neeche ghutno ke bal baith gayi. Woh paani aur sabun se apne jism ko aise ragad rahi thi jaise raat ke us paap, us gandi fantasy ko apni skin se chheel kar nikaal dena chahti ho. "Main ek gandi aurat banti ja rahi hoon. Yeh sab galat hai. Mujhe aisi fantasies mein maza aana galat hai," woh rote hue khud ko samjha rahi thi.


Agli subah jab usne aaine (mirror) mein khud ko dekha, toh usne decide kiya ki woh us tabboo duniya ko dobara mud kar nahi dekhegi. Din ki roshni mein Geeti ek strict, professional aur 'pativrata' aurat ka mukhaota (mask) pehan leti. Woh bank mein apni nazrein neechi rakhti, apne pallu ko strict tareeqe se pin-up karti aur purush colleagues se seedhe muh baat karne se bhi bachti.


Par yeh dikhawa (facade) dheere-dheere khokhla (hollow) hota ja raha tha. Kyuki jaise hi raat ka andhera chhaata, aur Soham uski taraf peeth karta, Geeti ki hawas uski achhayi par bhari padne lagti. Jo cheez pachtave (guilt) ke saath shuru hui thi, woh ab ek Aadat (Habit) ban chuki thi.


Dheere-dheere, bina kisi ko pata chale, Geeti ka yeh 'secret cycle' set ho gaya. Hafte mein kam se kam 2 ya 3 baar, jab bhi Soham ki thandi berukhi use rulati, woh apne phone mein doob jaati. Ab uski search history mein naye-naye shabd jud chuke the— 'Cuckold husband', 'Wife sharing', 'Desi Bhabhi passed to strangers'. Uska dimaag ab is nashe ka aadi (addicted) ho chuka tha. Jis hotwife shabd se woh pehle nafrat karti thi, ab wahi shabd uske jism mein bijli dauda deta tha. Masterbate karte waqt woh aksar apne ap ko paraye mardon ke saste, hawas bhare shabdon mein imagine karti. Yeh double-life uske dimaag ke do hisse kar chuki thi—Din mein Dr. Jekyll (Sanskari Geeti) aur Raat mein Mr. Hyde (Hawasi Geeti).

Par koi bhi nasha sirf raat ke andhere tak seemit nahi rehta. Dheere-dheere us aadat ne din ke ujaale mein bhi apna asar dikhana shuru kar diya.

Karib teen hafte is routine ke baad, chote-chote badlaav shuru hue. Ek din Geeti jab bank jaane ke liye aaine ke saamne khadi thi, usne apna blouse pehna. Aam taur par uske blouse ke gale bohut decent aur shallow hote the. Par aaj, bina poori tarah soche, usne safety pin ko nikaal kar blouse ka deep-V neck thoda aur khol diya, jisse uski milky white cleavage ki ek halki si daraar saaf nazar aane lagi.

Geeti ab apne pallu ko baar-baar kaskar kandhe par nahi dalti thi; balki use thoda dheela chhod deti, taaki uske curves aur better define ho sakein. Yeh sab woh jaan-boojh kar nahi kar rahi thi, balki yeh uski us badhti hui aadat aur hawas ka subconscious nateeja (result) tha. Ek izzatdaar patni dheere-dheere us raaste par apne kadam badha rahi thi, jis raaste ka darwaza uske apne pati ne hi khola tha.