Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Ghar mein ek aisi bhayanak khamoshi thi jo aksar kisi toofaan ke aane se pehle mehsoos hoti hai. Geeti bank mein thi, aur ghar par Soham aur Amrita bilkul akele the. Dopahar ki sunhari dhoop khidkiyon se chhan kar living room mein aa rahi thi, lekin ghar ke andar ka mahaul kuch zyada hi garam aur bhari tha.

Amrita abhi-abhi naha kar apne kamre se nikli thi. Usne ek bohut hi halki, safed cotton ki dress pehni thi. Kapda itna patla aur clingy tha ki uski body ke har curve par chipak raha tha. Uske freshly washed baal uske shoulders pe gir rahe the, aur unse tapakti paani ki boondein uski neck se hote hue uski gori skin par rurak rahi thin. Pure kamre mein uske meethay shampoo ki khushboo phail gayi thi.


Soham sofa par baitha tha, par uski nigaahein laptop par nahi, balki Amrita par jami thin. Usne Amrita ko is roop mein pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha—itni raw, itni masoom, aur itni zyadah seductive.
"Tum... tum bilkul dreamy lag rahi ho, Amrita," Soham ne dabi hui aawaaz mein kaha. Uska gala khushk ho raha tha.
Amrita thoda thitak gayi. Usne apne honthon ko halke se daanto tale dabaya aur thoda blush karte hue boli, "Jijoo, aapko bhi meri tareef karne ki aadat lag gayi hai na aaj kal?"
"Tumhare jaisi khoobsurat ladki samne ho, toh tareef toh banti hai na," Soham ne laptop side mein rakha aur dheere se uth kar uske kareeb aa gaya. Dono ke beech ka faasla khatam ho raha tha.
Amrita ek kadam piche hati, uski saansein thodi tez hone lagi thin. "Aap... aap mujhe tease kar rahe ho na?" usne dheere se pucha.


Soham ne ek hushed, nasheeli tone mein kaha, "Nahi Amrita... main bas woh keh raha hoon jo is waqt mera dil keh raha hai."
Amrita ne himmat karke Soham ki aankhon mein aankhein daali. Uss ek pal mein, unke beech ki saari maryada, saari boundaries mom ki tarah melt hone lagi. Soham ne dheere se Amrita ka naram haath pakda. Amrita ke jism mein ek bijli si daud gayi. Soham ki ungliyan dheere-dheere Amrita ki dress ke buttons par gayi. Amrita ki saans atak gayi. Usne bohut softly kaha, "Jijoo... please..." Par uski aawaaz mein na toh gussa tha, na hi koi mana karne ka dum. Woh bas ek surrender tha.
Soham ne pehla button khola. Dress ke thoda khulte hi andar se uski ek delicate pink lace wali bra dikhai dene lagi. Soham ki nigaahein uski gori chhati par jam gayi. Usne gently uske chest ko chhua. Amrita ke muh se ek halki moan nikli, "Mmmhh..."
Woh pal sirf physical nahi tha, balki ek emotional crack tha jo dono ko ek nayi, forbidden duniya mein kheench raha tha. Soham ne aage badh kar Amrita ke honton ko apne honton mein bhar liya. Yeh Amrita ka pehla kiss tha. Shuru mein woh thodi clumsy thi, par jald hi usne Soham ka saath dena shuru kiya. Woh us nashe mein doob gayi, use laga jaise duniya ruk gayi hai.
Par jaise hi unka kiss toota aur Soham thoda alag hua, Amrita ko reality ka ek bhayanak thappad laga.



"Nahi!" Amrita achanak piche hati aur rone lagi. "Maine yeh kya kiya? Meri pyaari Geeti Didi... main unke saath itna bada dhokha kaise kar sakti hoon? Woh mujhse kitna pyar karti hain aur maine unke hi pati ko..." Woh phoot-phoot kar rone lagi, uske aansu uski gori gaalon par beh rahe the.
Soham ne turant use apni baahon mein kheench liya aur use calm karne ki koshish ki. "Amrita, shh... rona band karo. Meri baat suno."
"Kaise na roun Jijoo? Main gunehgaar hoon! Didi ko pata chalega toh woh toot jayengi," Amrita siskiyan le rahi thi.
Soham ne dekha ki Amrita guilt mein dubi hui hai, toh usne ek bada jhoot bola—ek aisi baat jo usne Geeti ko proposal di thi, par Amrita ko laga ki sab tay ho chuka hai.
"Amrita, meri baat dhyaan se suno. Main Geeti ke saath cheating nahi kar raha hoon," Soham ne use apni taraf modte hue kaha. "Maine Geeti ko ek open relationship ka proposal diya hai. Maine use poori permission de di hai ki woh jis mard ke saath chahe so sakti hai, explore kar sakti hai. Woh ab meri loyality ki mohtaaj nahi rahi."
Amrita hairani se ekdum chup ho gayi. Uska rona ruk gaya. "Shocked... Kya? Didi... kisi aur ke saath? Par Didi toh aisi nahi hain."
Soham ne use convince karte hue kaha, "Waqt badal gaya hai Amrita. Humare beech ab woh pati-patni wala rishta nahi raha. Geeti apni zindagi jee rahi hai, toh hum kyun nahi? Main akela hoon... mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai."
Amrita abhi apni 'first stupid love' wali phase mein thi. Use laga ki agar Didi Soham se pyar nahi karti aur unhe azaad chhod diya hai, toh Soham ka khayal rakhna ab uski zimmedari hai. Uska masoom dimaag is manipulation ko samajh nahi paya.
"Agar didi aapko pyar nahi karti... toh main aapko kabhi akela nahi chhodungi," Amrita ne rote hue kaha aur Soham ke seene se lag gayi.
Us dopehar, Amrita ne apne guilt ko daba diya aur Soham ki khwahish ban gayi. 


Ghar ke uss chuppi bhare mahaul mein ab ek naya, khatarnak khel shuru ho chuka tha. Soham ki zindagi ab do alag-alag kirdaaron ke beech jhul rahi thi—din ke ujaale mein Amrita ke saath guzarte chori-chhupe, garam pal aur raat ke andhere mein Geeti ki taraf dikhayi jane wali woh thandi, jaan-boojh kar banayi gayi berukhi. Par Soham janta tha ki Geeti jaisi proud aur ziddi aurat sirf chup baithne wali nahi thi.
Pichle kuch dino se, Soham ne Geeti ke andar ek ajeeb sa badlaav (change) notice kiya tha. Raat ko jab dono bed par sote, toh aam taur par Geeti use manane ki koshish karti thi ya frustration mein karwatein badalti thi. Par ab, jab Soham uski taraf peeth kar leta, toh thodi der baad kamre mein ek dabi hui, rhythmic 'sirsirahat' aur chadar ke halke kichaav ki aawaazein aane lagti thin. Geeti ki saansein dheere-dheere bhaari aur chhoti hone lagti.
Shuru mein Soham ko laga ki shayad use akelepan ka rona aa raha hai, par phir usne dhyan se sunna shuru kiya. Ek raat, usne apni aankhein halki si khol kar peechhe (mirror ke reflection mein) dekha. Blanket ke neeche, Geeti ki body ka lower half lagatar tharthara (shaking) raha tha. Uski ungliyan tezi se move kar rahi thin aur uske honton se ek aisi, dabi hui siskari (moan) nikal rahi thi jisme rona nahi, balki ek jalti hui hawas thi.



Soham ka dimaag jhanjhana gaya. 'Oh god... Geeti... meri patni masterbate kar rahi hai?' usne socha. Uski thukraav ne Geeti ko tootne ki jagah, apne hi jism ki aag bujhane par majboor kar diya tha. Soham ko is naye discover hue raaz par hairani bhi hui aur ek ajeeb sa ego-boost bhi mila. "Yeh sab meri wajah se ho raha hai. Mere ignore karne ne ise is hadd tak bhookha kar diya hai," usne andhere mein muskurate hue socha. Us raat usne tay kiya ki woh Geeti ko abhi aur taddpaayega.
Dheere-dheere Soham ko samajh aane laga ki Geeti kisi badi, uljhi hui psychological kashmakash mein hai. Woh din mein ekdum sakht aur izzatdaar bank manager banti thi, par uski chaal, uska thoda deep neck pehnna aur office aate waqt lagayi hui woh 'Bold Plum' lipstick—yeh sab cheekh-cheekh kar bata rahe the ki raat ki woh 'masturbation' ki aadat ab din ki roshni mein uske sub-conscious mind par haavi ho rahi hai.
Phir ek Sunday ki dopahar aayi. Ghar mein shanti thi. Amrita apni kisi dost ke ghar assignement karne gayi hui thi. Soham living room mein match dekh raha tha aur Geeti nahaane ke liye bathroom mein thi.
Geeti ka phone dining table par rakha tha, screen abhi bhi halki si glow kar rahi thi. Shayad lock hone mein kuch seconds baaki the.
Soham ki nazar phone par padi. Aam taur par woh Geeti ka phone check nahi karta tha, par uske dimaag mein ek kiida (curiosity) tha ki aakhir raat ke andhere mein, akele masterbate karte waqt Geeti ke dimaag mein kya chalta hai? Kiska chehra hota hai? Kya woh kisi purane boyfriend ke baare mein sochti hai ya phir kuch aur?
Woh chupke se utha aur dining table tak gaya. Bathroom se shower chalne ki aawaaz aa rahi thi. Usne jaldi se phone uthaya. Screen lock hone hi wali thi ki usne swipe karke use rok liya. Browser ka ek tab khula hua tha.
Soham ka dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Geeti ne sayad jaldbaazi mein history clear karna yaad nahi rakha tha, ya phir ab us gandi aadat ne us par itna kabza kar liya tha ki use in cheezon ka dhyan hi nahi rehta tha.
Screen par jo page khula tha, use dekh kar Soham ki saans wahi atak gayi.
Title tha: "Desi Wife Shared by Husband - Office Party Cuckold Story."
Soham ne apni aankhein mali. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki uski sanskari, strict, traditional patni... Geeti... internet par 'Cuckolding' aur 'Hotwife' jaisi extreme, taboo stories padh rahi thi!
Kaanpte haathon se usne browser ki 'History' kholi. Jo dekha usne uske mardana dimaag ke fuse uda diye. Pichle chaar-paanch dino se wahan ek hi pattern (tariqa) tha:
 * 'Indian hotwife passed to strangers'
 * 'Husband watches wife with boss'
 * 'Office colleague uses married bank manager'
Har ek search ek gaali (abuse) ki tarah thi, par Soham ke liye yeh kisi khazane (treasure) se kam nahi tha. Uska seena garv (pride) aur ek bhayanak hawas se phoolne laga.
"Oh my fucking god... Geeti... tum... tum waqai in stories ko padh kar excite hoti ho?" Soham ne apne aap se haanfte hue whisper kiya. Uske apne jism mein ek tez jhatka laga, uska mardana hissa (manhood) in tabboo searches ko dekh kar tezi se tight aur sakht (erect) hone laga.
Use turant yaad aaya ki usne Geeti ko 'open relationship' ka jo ganda prastav (proposal) diya tha, usne waqai kaam karna shuru kar diya tha! Soham ka plan fail nahi hua tha, balki woh Geeti ke sub-conscious mein ek beej (seed) ki tarah bo gaya tha. Geeti chahe bahar se kitna bhi virodh kare, kitni bhi pativrata hone ka natak kare, par andar hi andar woh in gande, taboo khayalon ki ghulam ban chuki thi. Woh dusre mardon ki nigaahon aur hawas ka shikaar hone ke baare mein soch kar masturbate karti thi.
"To tum mera cuckold fantasy ko anjaane mein hi sach kar rahi ho..." Soham ke honton par ek jeet ki, kameeni aur jallad muskurahat (sadistic smile) aa gayi. "Main tumhe kisi aur mard ke bistar par bhejna chahta tha, aur tum... tum us cheez ko akele mein enjoy kar rahi ho."
Shower ki aawaaz band hui. Bathroom ka darwaza khulne ki ahat aayi.
Soham ne turant browser wahi close kiya, screen off ki, aur phone theek usi jagah rakh kar wapas sofa par aakar match dekhne ka natak karne laga. Uska dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha, par uski aankhon mein ek aag thi.
Geeti bathroom se nikli. Usne ek red aur white print wali, simple si cotton saree pehni hui thi. Uske geele baalon se paani tapak raha tha aur uska chehra hamesha ki tarah dhula hua, thoda thaka hua lag raha tha. Usne Soham ki taraf dekha, par dono ke beech wahi chuppi bani rahi.
Jab Geeti apne phone ki taraf badhi toh Soham ne uske jism ko poori dhyan se scan kiya. 'Yeh aurat meri patni hai... par jald hi yeh kisi aur mard ke niche siskiyan legi,' usne socha. Yeh khayal itna powerful aur tabboo tha ki Soham ka dil kiya ki abhi jakar Geeti ko chhu le. Par nahi.



Soham ne apne lust ko kaabu mein kiya. "Nahi," usne dimaag mein plan banaya. "Agar maine use abhi chhu liya, toh uski bhookh shant ho jayegi. Uski yeh masterbation ki aadat (addiction) uski frustration ki wajah se hai. Main use aur ignore karunga. Main use us level tak taddpaunga, jahan woh in stories se nikal kar waqai mein kisi dusre mard ki taraf kadam badhane par majboor ho jaye. Mujhe uski 'Hotwife' fantasy ko aag lagani hai."
"Geeti," Soham ne achanak aawaaz di.
Geeti, jo phone utha rahi thi, chaunk kar palat gayi. "Haan?" uski aawaaz mein ek halki si umeed thi ki shayad Soham pighal gaya hai.
Soham ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekhte hue, ek ek shabd chaba-chaba kar aur ek subtle, taana marne wali tone mein kaha, "Badi fresh lag rahi ho. Lagta hai tumhara bank ka kaam... ya shayad tumhare 'bank ke colleagues', tumhe bohut khush rakhte hain aaj kal? Waise tumhare uss naye, chote intern ka kya haal hai... jo tumhe date par le jana chahta tha?"
Geeti ke haath se phone chhutne se bacha. Uska poora jism lakkad ki tarah sakht (stiff) ho gaya. Soham jaan-boojh kar uske us vulnerable point (dukhti rag) par haath rakh raha tha, theek wahi baatein yaad dila raha tha jiske khayalon mein woh raat bhar apni ungliyon se apna jism nochti thi.
"Tumhe kya takleef hai Soham?" Geeti ne gusse aur kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. "Kyun baar-baar aisi baatein karke mujhe neecha dikhane ki koshish karte ho?"
Soham halke se hansa, ek aisi hansi jisme koi humdardi nahi thi, sirf ek 'cuckold' mard ka thanda-pan tha. "Neecha nahi dikha raha, Geeti. Main toh bas khush hoon. Dekh raha hoon ki meri biwi dhire-dhire kitni... 'desirable' (chahi jane wali) hoti ja rahi hai aurat. Mujhe sach mein bada garv (proud) feel ho raha hai."
Yeh keh kar Soham ne laptop wapas khol liya aur uski taraf se chehra pher liya.
Geeti wahan moorti (statue) ki tarah khadi reh gayi. Soham ne seedhe taur par uski us 'Pehli Fantasy' ko, uski us secret dirty world ko zinda kar diya tha. Gusse ke sath-sath, uske dono pairo ke beech phir se ek garm current daud gaya. Uski aankhein jhuk gayin, aur woh bina kuch kahe bathroom ki taraf wapas mud gayi. Andar aakar usne door lock kiya, aur apni saari thodi upar utha kar dekhna chaha. Uski nangi, gori thighs ke beech phir se ek halka geelapan (wetness) ban chuka tha.
Soham ka plan perfect kaam kar raha tha. Usne us aag ko bujhane ki jagah, usme petrol daal diya tha. Geeti ki yeh 'Aadat' aur Uljhan ab us phase (daur) mein pahunch chuki thi, jahan dimag ka sangharsh sirf raat ke andhere tak nahi, balki jald hi kisi dusre mard ke touch tak pahunchne wala tha.

Ghar ke uss bhari mahaul mein achanak ek aisi nami aayi, jisne Geeti ke jakhmi dil par marham ka kaam kiya. Soham ne apna rawayya achanak badal liya tha. Woh jo pichle kai dino se ek jallad ki tarah Geeti ko taane maar raha tha, ab achanak ek samajhdaar aur naram pati ki tarah pesh aane laga.
Soham janta tha ki Geeti ki history kya hai. Usne uske phone mein woh 'Hotwife' aur 'Cuckolding' wali stories dekh li thin, par usne iska zikr tak nahi kiya. Woh ek hoshiar shikaari ki tarah jaanta tha ki agar usne abhi Geeti ko pakad liya, toh woh darr ke maare phirse apne sanskari khol (shell) mein dubak jayegi. Use toh Geeti ki us dabi hui hawas ko aur bhadkana tha.
Shaam ka waqt tha. Soham kitchen mein coffee bana rahi Geeti ke paas gaya aur bohut hi dhimi aawaaz mein bola, "Geeti... mujhse tumhari yeh khamoshi aur uljhan ab aur dekhi nahi jaati. Main dekh raha hoon ki tum pichle kuch dino se kitni pareshaan ho."
Geeti ne chaunk kar uski taraf dekha. Uske haath mein pakda cup thoda sa kaanpa.
Soham ne uske kandhe par haath rakha—kai dino baad us mardana sparsh ne Geeti ke jism mein bijli dauda di. "Agar tumhe woh 'open relationship' wali baat bohut uncomfortable lag rahi hai, toh chalo use abhi isi waqt ignore karte hain. Humein kisi dusre mard ki zaroorat nahi hai agar tum khush nahi ho toh. Let's just forget everything," Soham ne itni masoomiyat aur humdardi se kaha ki Geeti ki aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye.



Geeti ko laga jaise uske seene se meelon bhari bojh utar gaya ho. Use laga usne apne pati ko wapas paa liya hai. "Sach Soham? Tum... tum phir se pehle jaise ban jaoge na?" usne rote hue pucha aur tadap kar Soham ke seene se lipat gayi. Usne Soham ko itni kaskar hug kiya jaise woh use kabhi chhodege nahi. "Thank you Soham... thank you. Main sirf tumhari hoon, hamesha."
Soham ne uski peeth sehlai, par uski aankhon mein woh purani chahat nahi, balki ek kameeni chamak thi. "Bilkul Geeti. Sach kahun toh... tum ab mujhe pehle se bhi kahin zyada achhi lagne lagi ho. Tumhari ye nayi personality, tumhara ye badla hua andaaz... I like you more now."
Geeti ko laga shayad uske pehnave aur confidence ne Soham ko phirse uski taraf attract kiya hai. Woh khushi se phool gayi. Usne tay kiya ki aaj raat woh Soham ko poori tarah apna bana legi, woh doori hamesha ke liye mita degi.
Raat ko bedroom ka mahaul badal chuka tha. Geeti ne ek behad naram silk ki nighty pehni thi. Usne halka perfume lagaya aur bed par Soham ke bilkul kareeb aakar let gayi. Aaj takiya beech mein nahi tha. Geeti ne apna haath Soham ke seene par rakha aur dheere-dheere uske shirt ke buttons ke saath khelne lagi. Uska jism pichle kai hafton ki pyaas aur raat bhar ki un 'dirty stories' ke khayalon se tap raha tha. Woh chahti thi ki Soham aaj use buri tarah 'fuck' kare, use mehsoos karaye ki woh usi ki aurat hai.
Usne Soham ki gardan par halke se kiss kiya aur fusfusayi, "Soham... I missed you so much. Aaj mujhe mehsoos karo... please."
Geeti ki ungliyan Soham ke lower body ki taraf badhne lagin, par tabhi Soham ne halke se uska haath pakad kar rok diya. Geeti ki aankhon mein sawal tha.
"Geeti... listen," Soham ne ek gehri saans li, jaise woh bohut thaka hua ho. "Main waqai tumhe chahta hoon, par office ka stress aur pichle kuch dino ka tension... mere dimaag par bohut haavi hai. I don't think main abhi 'perform' kar paunga. I'm feeling a bit low physically."
Geeti ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya. Use laga shayad Soham abhi bhi poori tarah normal nahi hua. Par Soham ne agle hi pal uske gaal ko sehlaaya aur uski aakhon mein dekhte hue kaha, "Par iska matlab ye nahi ki main tumhe tadapta hua dekh sakta hoon. Main tumhe satisfy karunga... apne hathon se. Main chahta hoon ki tum aaj poori tarah se relax ho jao."
Geeti thodi sharma gayi, par uske andar ki aag itni tez thi ki woh mana nahi kar payi. Soham ne use bed ke beech mein lita diya aur uske chehre par jhuk gaya.
"Par chalo isse thoda aur exciting banate hain," Soham ne uske kaan ke paas aakar whisper kiya. "Let's do a roleplay. Ek khel khelte hain. Socho ki main tumhara pati nahi hoon. Socho ki main wahi ajnabi hoon jiske baare mein tum soch rahi thin... socho main bank ka woh colleague hoon jo tumhe gandi nazar se dekhta hai."
Geeti ki saans wahi atak gayi. Uski aakhon mein shock aur excitement ka cocktail tha. "Soham... ye tum kya keh rahe ho?"
"Shhh... bas socho," Soham ne uski nighty ki strap niche sarakate hue kaha. "Socho ki main tumhare ghar mein ghus aaya hoon aur tumhara pati kamre ke kone mein baith kar humein dekh raha hai. Tum ek 'Hotwife' ho Geeti... aur aaj main tumhe woh sab dene wala hoon jo tumhara pati nahi de sakta. Imagine karo ki main tumhe nochne wala hoon..."

Soham ke ye shabd Geeti ke dimaag mein kisi bomb ki tarah phate. Woh darr rahi thi, par uski chut ne un shabdon ko sunte hi itna ras (fluid) chhoda ki uski nighty chipakne lagi. Soham ne uski aakhon mein dekha aur samajh gaya ki shikaar jaal mein phans chuka hai.

Usne apna haath dheere-dheere Geeti ki gori jaanghon (thighs) par rakha aur nighty ko upar sarakne laga, jabki uska dusra haath Geeti ki aakhon ko band kar raha tha taaki woh apni fantasies mein poori tarah doob sake...




Bedroom mein andhera itna gehra tha ki ek-doosre ki saansein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Geeti ka dil kisi pakshari ki tarah seene mein phadphada raha tha. Jab Soham ne uski aankhon par apna naram haath rakha aur use 'imagine' karne ko kaha, toh ek pal ke liye Geeti thitak gayi. Uske sanskaar, uski maryada use rok rahi thi, par pichle kai hafton ki pyas aur Soham ko khone ka darr us par haavi ho gaya. Usne socha, 'Chalo, agar isi bahaane Soham mujhse jud raha hai, toh main use mana nahi karungi... warna woh phir se mujhse door ho jayega.'
Usne dhire se apni aankhein band kar li.
Soham ne uske kaan ke bilkul paas jhuk kar apni bhari aawaaz mein fusfusana shuru kiya. "Geeti... aankhein band rakho. Socho tum apne bank ke cabin mein ho. Bahar baarish ho rahi hai aur office khali hai. Darwaza khulta hai aur wahi naya, jawan intern... Rohan... andar aata hai. Woh tumhe usi gandi nazar se dekh raha hai jaise usne pehle din dekha tha. Woh dheere-dheere tumhari taraf badh raha hai..."



Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Shuru mein woh hichkichayi, par jaise-jaise Soham describe kar raha tha, uske dimaag mein woh navy blue saari wala din aur us intern ki bhooki nigaahein zinda hone lagin. Soham ne uski nangi jaanghon ko pakad kar dheere se phailaya aur unke beech jagah banayi.
Soham ka haath Geeti ki silk nighty ke andar gaya aur uski cotton panty ke upar rub karna shuru kiya. Geeti ke muh se ek bhari siski nikli, "Ahhh... Soham... mmm..."
"Nahi Geeti... main Soham nahi hoon," Soham ne narration ko aur gehra kiya. "Main wahi intern hoon. Socho mere haath jawaan hain, mere dimaag mein tumhare liye sirf hawas hai. Main tumhare cabin ka darwaza lock kar raha hoon. Tum chair par baithi ho aur main tumhare blouse ke buttons dekh raha hoon jo tumhare gore seene par tight ho rahe hain. Main tumhe 'Ma'am' keh raha hoon par meri nigaahein tumhare honto par hain."



Soham ki ungliyan ab panty ke elastic ke upar se Geeti ki clit ko tezi se masalne lagin