Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Geeti ka jism ainthne (stretching) laga. Usne apne hi haathon se apne ubhaaron (breasts) ko kaskar pakad liya aur unhe masalne lagi. Uski nighty uski kamar tak chadh chuki thi.
"Mmmm... Soham... stop... nahi... aur..." Geeti ki aawaaz ab badalne lagi thi. Woh itni zyada horny ho chuki thi ki uske dimaag mein Soham ka chehra dhundhla hone laga aur us naye intern ka jawan chehra saaf dikhne laga. Woh imagine karne lagi ki wahi jawan ladka uske cabin mein us par haavi ho raha hai.


Soham ne dekha ki Geeti ki panty puri tarah geeli (wet) hokar uske jism se chipak gayi hai. Usne apna haath panty ke andar slide kiya. Uski chut itni chipchipi aur garam thi jaise koi tapta hua jwalamukhi ho. Geeti ne apni taangein aur zyada khol di, jaise woh us anjaan mard ka swagat kar rahi ho.
Soham ne apni ek ungli uske geelapan mein duba kar ek jhatke mein andar dhakel di.
"FUCK... YEAH...!" Geeti ke muh se ek jordaar cheekh nikli. Usne kabhi Soham ke saamne aisi bhasha ka istemal nahi kiya tha, par is fantasy ne use poori tarah be-sharam bana diya tha.
Soham ne apni ungliyon ki raftaar badha di aur narration ko aur wild kiya. "Haan Geeti... wahi intern... woh tumhe bench par leta chuka hai... woh tumhe noch raha hai... tum ek hotwife ho... tum kisi ajnabi ke niche tadap rahi ho..."
Geeti ab poori tarah se us jawan ladke ke khayal mein kho chuki thi. Bina mehsoos kiye, uske honto se Soham ki jagah us intern ka naam nikalne laga, "Mmm... Rohan... oh god, Rohan... yes... do it... use me..."



Soham ne jab apni patni ke muh se dusre mard ka naam suna, toh uska apna excitement aasmaan chhoone laga. Usne Geeti ko us climax ki edge tak pahuncha diya jahan jism aur dimaag dono kaabu se bahar ho jate hain. 'Chapak-chapak' ki geeli aawaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Geeti ka poora badan pasine se lathpath tha, uski jaanghein tharthara rahi thin.
Aur phir achanak, ek jordaar jhatke ke saath, Geeti ne release kar diya.
"AAAAAAAAHHH...!" Geeti ne bedsheet ko apni mutthi mein kaskar jakad liya. Uska jism lagatar kai seconds tak jhatke leta raha. Yeh ab tak ka sabse intense aur shaktishali orgasm tha jo usne kabhi mehsoos kiya tha. Woh itni gehri release thi ki use laga jaise uski rooh uske jism se bahar nikal jayegi.
Kuch der baad, woh haanfti hui Soham ki baahon mein collapse ho gayi. Uska poora jism naram pad gaya tha, aur uski saansein dheere-dheere normal ho rahi thin.
Soham ne uske geele baalon ko peechhe kiya aur dhime se poocha, "Maza aaya? You liked it?"
Geeti ne apni nasheeli aankhein kholi, usme ab bhi us fantasy ka nasha baaki tha. Usne dheere se sar hilaya aur dabi aawaaz mein kaha, "Yes... bohut." Uske chehre par ek aisi naughty aur satisfied smile thi jo Soham ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi.
Soham ne uske maathe ko chooma aur badi hoshiari se apna agla kadam rakha, "Humein ye phir se karna chahiye... roleplay humein aur kareeb la raha hai. Sometime else?"


Geeti ne Soham ki aankhon mein dekha. Uske andar ka guilt ab us intense pleasure ke neeche dab chuka tha. Usne ek gehri saans li, Soham ko muskurate hue dekha aur dheere se kaha, "Yes Soham... zaroor."
Soham ne andhere mein ek jeet ki muskurahat chhupayi. Usne Geeti ko sirf satisfy nahi kiya tha, balki use us raaste par pehla pakka kadam rakhwa diya tha jahan se lautna ab namumkin tha. Geeti ab sirf ek patni nahi rahi thi, woh anjaane mein ek aisi aurat ban rahi thi jo dusre mardon ki chahat mein jeena seekh rahi thi.
Geeti gehri neend mein thi, uski saansein ab normal ho chuki thin, par uske chehre par abhi bhi us intense orgasm ki halki si lali baaki thi. Soham bed ke kone mein baitha, andhere mein uski soti hui surat ko ghoor raha tha. Uska dimaag kisi tez raftaar engine ki tarah chal raha tha.
Ek taraf Geeti thi—uska pehla pyaar, uski izzatdaar patni. Soham ne kabhi dil se nahi chaha tha ki woh Geeti ko kisi gande raaste par le jaye. Shuru mein jab usne 'open relationship' ka zikr kiya tha, toh woh sirf ek horniness se bhara hua impulsive idea tha. Use laga tha Geeti use thappad maregi, chillayegi, aur baat wahi khatam ho jayegi. Par us din se lekar aaj tak, Soham ne jo dekha, usne uske mardana dimaag ko hilakar rakh diya tha.
Geeti reject karne ki jagah, anjaane mein us 'zehar' ko pee rahi thi. Aaj raat jab usne us intern ka naam liya, toh Soham ko ek aisi 'dark' khushi mehsoos hui jo usne pehle kabhi anubhav nahi ki thi.
Par uske dimaag mein ek doosra kaanta bhi chubha hua tha—Amrita.
Amrita ki woh kachchi jawani, uska woh naram aur lachkila jism Soham ko paagal kar raha tha. Jab bhi woh Amrita ko dekhta, use lagta jaise uski soft skin use pukaar rahi ho. Geeti mature thi, suljhi hui thi, par Amrita ek naya aur forbidden nasha thi. Soham ke dimaag ne ek ajeeb sa logic bana liya tha: Agar Geeti kisi aur mard ke paas chali jati hai, toh Soham ke upar se 'loyalty' ka bojh utar jayega. Phir woh azaadi se Amrita ko apna sakega.
Par is swarth (selfishness) ke peeche ek aur bhi zyada gehra aur ganda nasha tha—Cuckoldry ka maza.
Soham ne socha, 'Kya hoga agar sach mein woh intern Geeti ko mere samne छुए? Kya hoga agar Geeti waqai kisi aur mard ke niche siskiyan le?' Yeh khayal aate hi Soham ke jism mein ek jhanjhanahat daud gayi. Use Geeti ki izzat se zyada ab uski 'be-izzati' aur uske 'hotwife' banne ke khayal mein maza aane laga tha. Woh use aur provoke karna chahta tha, use dheere-dheere us daldal mein utarna chahta tha jahan se woh kabhi wapas na aa sake.
Soham bed se utha. Uska apna excitement itna badh chuka tha ki woh ab aur bardaasht nahi kar pa raha tha. Woh dabe paon bathroom ki taraf badha aur darwaza andar se lock kar liya.
Bathroom ke aaine mein usne apne aap ko dekha. Uski aankhein laal thin aur chehre par ek ajeeb si haivaaniyat thi. Usne apna pajama niche khiskayi aur apne sakht mardana hisse ko haath mein le liya.
Usne aankhein band ki aur us manzar ko imagine karne laga jo abhi bed par adhoora reh gaya tha. Par is baar, woh narrator nahi tha. Woh ek spectator (dekhne wala) tha.
Usne imagine kiya ki woh bedroom ke kone mein ek chair par baitha hai. Bed par Geeti nangi leti hai, aur wahi jawan intern uske upar jhuka hua hai. Woh dekh raha hai ki kaise woh intern Geeti ki gori chhati ko apne danto se noch raha hai, aur Geeti, uski pativrata patni, dard aur maze mein apna sir jhatak rahi hai. Woh dekh raha hai ki kaise woh jawan ladka Geeti ki taangon ko kaskar phailata hai aur uske pavitra jism mein apna garm lund dhakel deta hai.
"Ahhh... Geeti... meri hotwife..." Soham ne bathroom mein dabi hui aawaaz mein siski li. Uska haath apne upar tezi se chalne laga.
Fantasy aur bhi wild hoti gayi. Usne imagine kiya ki Geeti us intern ke niche tadapte hue Soham ki taraf dekh rahi hai, uski aakhon mein sharam hai par jism mein hawas. Woh intern Soham ki taraf dekh kar hans raha hai, jaise keh raha ho, "Dekh, teri biwi ko main kaise use kar raha hoon."
Yeh 'humiliation' (zillat) ka maza Soham ke liye kisi bohut bade nashe jaisa tha. Usne imagine kiya ki Geeti ka woh gora badan kisi aur mard ke paseene se bhig chuka hai. Woh intern uske chehre par apna nasha release kar raha hai aur Soham wahi khada dekh raha hai.
Soham ka jism buri tarah kaanpne laga. Usne apna nichla honth daanto tale daba liya taaki cheekh bahar na nikle. Uska excitement apne charam par tha. Usne imagine kiya ki Geeti waqai mein 'randi' ban chuki hai, sirf uske liye, uske maze ke liye.
Aur usi pal, ek jordaar jhatke ke saath, Soham ne bathroom ki deewar par apna saara nasha release kar diya.
Uska poora badan naram pad gaya. Woh wahi deewar ka sahara lekar khada raha, haanfte hue. Usne apni aankhein kholi aur samne aaine mein apna reflection dekha. Ek pal ke liye use apne aap se ghin aayi, par agle hi pal wahi 'jehar' phir se uske dimaag mein ghul gaya.
"Yeh toh sirf shuruvaat hai," usne apne aap se whisper kiya. "Jab yeh sach mein hoga... jab Geeti waqai kisi aur ke niche hogi... tab maza aayega."
Usne apne aap ko saaf kiya, pajama theek kiya aur bathroom se bahar nikla. Woh wapas bed par gaya aur Geeti ke bagal mein let gaya. Geeti ne neend mein hi halke se apna haath Soham par rakha. Soham ne uske maathe ko chooma, par uske dimaag mein ab Geeti ek patni nahi, balki ek 'shikaar' thi jise woh duniya ke samne parosne ki taiyari kar raha tha. Amrita ka khayal aur Geeti ki hotwife fantasy—dono ne milkar Soham ko ek aise raste par dal diya tha jahan se piche mudna ab namumkin tha.
Raat ki khamoshi mein, woh dono so rahe the, par unke sapne ab poori tarah se 'forbidden' ho chuke the.

Subah jab Geeti ki aankhein khuli, toh uske jism mein ek ajeeb si narmi aur bhari-pan tha. Raat wala woh intense orgasm uske zehan mein abhi bhi kisi nashe ki tarah ghula hua tha. Soham ne bhale hi keh diya tha ki woh 'open relationship' wali baat ko ignore kar raha hai, par Geeti ke dimaag ke kisi kone mein woh fantasy ghar kar chuki thi.
Woh naha kar aayi aur wardrobe ke saamne khadi hui. Anjaane mein hi uske haath ek aisi saree ki taraf gaye jo usne sirf khaas maukon ke liye rakhi thi—ek translucent, patli chiffon saree, jiska rang itna gehra laal tha ki woh uski gori rangat par bijli ki tarah khil raha tha. Usne blouse bhi wahi chuna jiska gala thoda zyada gehra tha. Usne khud ko samjhaya ki woh sirf achha dikhna chahti hai, par sach toh yeh tha ki uske dimaag mein abhi bhi wahi 'intern' wala roleplay ghoom raha tha.


Bank pahunchte hi, jaise hi woh apne cabin ki taraf badhi, uski nazar Rohan (wahi jawan intern) par padi. Rohan ne use dekha aur uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. Geeti ka chehra achanak sharam aur excitement se laal ho gaya. Uske dimaag mein raat wali Soham ki woh baatein goonjne lagin—"Socho main wahi jawan intern hoon..."
Geeti flustered ho gayi. Usne jaldi se apne cabin ka darwaza khola, par hadbadahat mein uske haath se ek file niche gir gayi. Jaise hi woh file uthane ke liye neeche jhuki, uski saree ka pallu thoda sarak gaya. Usne notice kiya ki Rohan wahi khada tha aur uski nigaahein seedha Geeti ke blouse ke us gehre cut aur uski milky white cleavage par jami hui thin.




Geeti ne jhatke se file uthayi aur upar dekha. Rohan ki saansein bhaari thi aur uska chehra garam ho raha tha. Geeti ki nazar anjaane mein Rohan ki pant ki taraf gayi... wahan ek saaf 'bulge' (ubhaar) dikh raha tha. Rohan uski cleavage dekh kar buri tarah arouse ho chuka tha.
Geeti ki saans atak gayi. Kisi bhi izzatdaar aurat ko is par gussa aana chahiye tha, use Rohan ko daantna chahiye tha. Par Geeti ko gussa nahi aaya. Balki, use ek ajeeb sa 'dirty' sukoon mila. Uska apna pet nichle hisse se aithne laga aur wahi purani geelapan (wetness) phir se mehsoos hone lagi. Usne jaldi se apna pallu theek kiya aur cabin ke andar bhag gayi.
Andar aakar usne door lock kiya aur seedha bathroom ki taraf gayi. Usne apne chehre par thanda paani mara. "Nahi Geeti... pagal mat bano. Soham ne mana kar diya hai. Woh sirf ek khel tha. Tum ek bank manager ho, ek patni ho," usne aaine mein khud ko dekhte hue kaha. Par uski aankhein nasheeli ho chuki thin.
Uss din kaam mein uska dimaag bilkul nahi laga. Shaam ko jab woh bank se nikli aur bus stop par khadi hui, toh Soham ka chehra dimaag mein aaya. Soham ne kaha tha ki woh ye sab band kar raha hai, isliye Geeti ne tay kiya ki woh ab is bare mein nahi sochegi.

Bank se nikalte waqt Geeti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi. Soham ne bhale hi 'open relationship' wali baat ko khatam karne ka dikhawa kiya tha, par usne Geeti ke zehan mein jo shaitani beej bo diya tha, woh ab ek jungle ki aag ki tarah phail raha tha.
Shaam ki bheed wali bus mein chadhna Geeti ke liye hamesha ek azab hota tha, par aaj uska jism kisi anjaani bechaini se bhara tha. Bus puri tarah kacha-kach bhari hui thi—log ek-doosre par gire ja rahe the. Geeti ne ek khambe (support pillar) ko apne upar wale haath se kaskar pakad liya. Uska haath upar uthte hi uski patli chiffon saree ki silsilaati hui silwatein uske curves par tight ho gayin, aur uske blouse ki gehrai mein uski gori armpit (bagal) ka ek bada hissa numaya ho gaya.


Bahar ki garmi aur bus ke andar ki ghutan ke beech, Geeti ne apna phone nikala. Uski ungliyan jaise apne aap wahi 'incognito' tab par gayin. Woh ek nayi hotwife story padhne lagi—"High-class Bank Manager used by a Rowdy Stranger in a Local Bus."
Jaise-jaise woh shabdon ko padh rahi thi, uski saansein ukhadne lagin. Kahani mein woh aurat bheed ka fayda utha kar kisi ajnabi se ragad khana enjoy kar rahi thi. Theek usi waqt, bus ne ek jordaar jhatka khaya.
Geeti ne mehsoos kiya ki koi uske bilkul peechhe aakar jam gaya hai. Woh ek mazdoor jaisa dikhne wala mard tha—usse sasti bidi aur din bhar ke kade paseene ki ek raw, mardana boo aa rahi thi. Uske mazeile, dhool se bhare kapde Geeti ki mehngi laal saree se sat gaye the. Geeti ki mehngi French perfume ki khushboo aur us mard ki paseene wali gandh milkar ek ajeeb sa 'taboo' nasha paida kar rahi thin.
Pehle toh Geeti ko laga ki bheed ki wajah se aisa ho raha hai, par jald hi use ehsaas hua ki woh mard hila nahi. Balki, bus ke har hichkole ke saath, woh aur bhi zyada kaskar Geeti ke raseele hips (kamar) par apna dabav banane laga. Geeti ne peechhe mud kar nahi dekha, par use saaf mehsoos ho raha tha ki us mard ka sakht aur garam 'bulge' uski saree ki patli layer ke paar, seedha uske piche wale hisse par tika hua hai.


Geeti ki aankhein phone screen par jami thin, par woh padh nahi rahi thi. Uska poora dhyan peechhe ho rahi us 'dirty' harkat par tha. Woh mard ab aur bhi daring ho gaya tha. Usne dekha ki itni khoobsurat aur unchi family ki dikhne wali aurat koi virodh (protest) nahi kar rahi hai. Usne apna poora jism Geeti ki naram peeth par laad diya. Geeti ka upar utha hua haath aur uski khuli hui armpit us mard ke chehre ke bilkul kareeb thi. Woh mard madhosh hokar Geeti ke jism ki garmi ko soongh raha tha.
Geeti ka pet nichle hisse se buri tarah aithne laga. Uske dimaag mein wahi story chal rahi thi—ki kaise ek izzatdaar aurat kisi saste mard ke samne surrender kar deti hai. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski panty ab tak puri tarah geeli ho chuki hai. Use ek ajeeb sa 'forbidden thrill' mil raha tha. Ek mard, jise woh kabhi apne cabin mein baithne tak na deti, woh is waqt uske jism ka maza le raha tha, aur Geeti... Geeti use hone de rahi thi. Yeh uske mardana dimaag par ek tarah ka 'support' tha, ek silent 'yes'.
Uski saansein itni bhaari ho gayin ki uske hont khul gaye. Woh us ajnabi ke 'bulge' ka dabav apne jism par mehsoos karke dheere-dheere apni hi jagah par halke se 'sway' karne lagi. Woh mazdoor mard ab puri tarah haivaan ban chuka tha, woh be-sharam hokar Geeti ke gore badan se chipak gaya tha.
Tabhi, bus ne ek aur jordaar break maara!
Is jhatke ne Geeti ko hosh mein la diya. Uska sar saamne wale pillar se takrate-takrate bacha. Uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. "Main yeh kya kar rahi hoon? Ek sadak-chhaap aadmi mujhe gandi tarah chhu raha hai aur main maza le rahi hoon?" Heavy guilt ka ek jhatka uske dimaag mein laga.
Usne jhatke se apna haath neeche kiya, pallu ko kaskar seene par lapeta aur bheed ko chirte hue darwaze ki taraf badh gayi. Uska dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Jaise hi uska stop aaya, woh bus se neeche utar gayi.
Zameen par paanv rakhte hi usne palat kar bus ki khidki ki taraf dekha. Wahi mard khidki ke paas khada use hi ghoor raha tha. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si vijeta wali muskurahat (triumphant smile) thi. Uski aankhon mein saaf likha tha—"Tu chahe kitni bhi badi madam ban ja, par aaj maine tere is badan ka nasha chakha hai." Use pata tha ki usne ek aisi aurat ko chhua hai jise chhuna uske liye namumkin tha.
Geeti ne turant nazrein phera lin aur tezi se apne ghar ki taraf chalne lagi. Uska jism abhi bhi us 'dirty touch' ki garmi se tap raha tha. Ek taraf woh thrill tha jo use Soham ke proposal ki yaad dila raha tha, aur doosri taraf ek bhayanak guilt ki woh kitni 'gandi' aurat banti ja rahi hai.


Ghar ka darwaza khulte hi samne Soham aur Amrita baithe the. Geeti ka chehra laal tha aur baal thode bikhre hue.
"Kya hua Geeti? Itni haanf kyun rahi ho?" Soham ne ek mysterious muskurahat ke saath pucha. Use shayad andaza tha ki bahar ki duniya Geeti par apna rang chadha rahi hai.
Geeti ne bina kuch kahe apna bag table par patka aur seedha washroom ki taraf bhagi. Use apne hi jism se ab ghin aa rahi thi, par dimaag ke kisi kone mein woh ajnabi mard ki muskurahat abhi bhi muskurata hua 'hotwife' shabd dohra rahi thi.