Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Ghar ke us drawing room mein shaanti zaroor thi, par ab is khamoshi ke peeche teen alag-alag toofan chal rahe the. Soham ne Geeti ke dimaag ko ek 'hotwife' ki dark fantasy mein dhakel diya tha aur Amrita ke masoom jism ko apni baahon ka aadi (addicted) bana liya tha. Par Soham ek shatir khiladi tha. Usne us din jab Geeti ka phone check kiya tha, toh sirf history nahi dekhi thi. Usne badi hoshiyaari se Geeti ke phone ke browser ko apne ek secret Google account se 'sync' kar diya tha aur Instagram ki ad-preferences (algorithm) mein kuch specific keywords daal diye the—‘cuckold’, ‘bold relationships’, ‘women's sexual freedom’.

Soham jaanta tha ki Geeti jaisi aurat ek baar mein apni maryada nahi todegi. Use dheere-dheere, logically is jaal mein fasaana hoga. Aur aaj shaam, jab Soham apne laptop par baitha tha, toh uske secret account par ek notification pop-up hua tha. Geeti ki aakhiri search history update hui thi: "High-class Bank Manager used by a Rowdy Stranger in a Local Bus." Waqt tha shaam ke 6:30 baje—theek wahi waqt jab Geeti bus se ghar aati hai. Soham ka mardana ego aur uski hawas ekdum se aasmaan chhoo gayi. Woh samajh gaya tha ki bus mein kisi anjaan bheed ne Geeti ke jism ko chhua hai, aur Geeti ne use roka nahi, balki usne use apni dark fantasy ka hissa bana liya.
Raat ke 9 baj chuke the. Dining table par khana lag chuka tha. Teeno ek saath baithe the, par teeno ke dimaag alag hi duniya mein the.
Amrita aaj kuch zyada hi khush aur chanchal lag rahi thi. Dopehar ka woh forbidden kiss aur Soham ki baahon ki garmi abhi tak uske dimaag par haavi thi. Usne ek masoom si muskurahat ke saath Soham ki taraf dekha aur teasing tone mein boli, "Jijoo, aaj ka din kaisa raha aapka? Lagta hai aaj 'work from home' mein aapne kuch zyada hi mehnat ki hai. Chehre par badi thakaan, par aankhon mein alag hi chamak hai."
Soham ne Amrita ki aankhon mein dekha, ek secret share karte hue. "Haan Amrita, aaj kuch... bohut hi naye aur exciting projects par kaam shuru kiya hai. Thakaan toh hai, par maza bohut aa raha hai."
Geeti jo table par rotiyan paros rahi thi, usne is conversation ko bilkul normal samjha. Uska dimaag toh abhi bhi bus ke us rowdy mazdoor, uski sasti paseene ki boo, aur uske sakht 'bulge' ke khayalon mein aitha hua tha. Uski saansein abhi tak thodi ukhdi hui thin. Khana khate waqt achanak Geeti ko yaad aaya ki uske phone mein abhi bhi woh gandi 'hotwife' story open hai. 'Agar Soham ne galti se mera phone utha liya toh?' Ek bhayanak paranoia (darr) uske andar daud gaya.
Geeti ne chupchaap table ke neeche apna ek haath le jaakar apni saari ki pocket se phone nikala. Usne screen ki brightness ekdum low ki aur jaldi-jaldi browser history delete karne lagi.
Soham, jo apne samne baithi Geeti ko bohut gaur se dekh raha tha, uske is chhup-chhup kar kiye jane wale action ko samajh gaya. Uske honton par ek kameeni muskurahat aa gayi. 'Tum apni history delete kar sakti ho Geeti, par mera dimaag nahi. Main jaanta hoon tumhari is izzatdaar saree ke neeche ki panty is waqt kitni geeli hai,' Soham ne socha.
Geeti ko aur zyada taddpane aur uske darr ko thrill mein badalne ke liye, Soham ne table ke neeche se apna pairo se chappal nikali. Usne apna nanga pair aage badhaya aur Geeti ki saree ke pallu ke neeche se hote hue, uski pindli (calf) se lekar uski nangi inner thigh (bhethari jaangh) ko halke se, par ek deliberate (jaan-boojh kar) tareeqe se ragda.
Geeti ke muh se achanak ek halki si gasp (saan chhutne ki aawaaz) nikal gayi, "Ah..." Uske haath se chamach chhut kar plate par gira. Khat-a-khat!
"Kya hua Didi? Theek toh ho?" Amrita ne chonk kar pucha.
Geeti ka chehra darr, sharam aur ek achanak uthi hui hawas se poori tarah laal ho chuka tha. Usne ghabra kar table ke neeche dekha aur phir Soham ki taraf. Soham bilkul normal lag raha tha, jaise usne kuch kiya hi na ho. Woh chawal kha raha tha aur uski aankhon mein ek shaitani, thandi nigaah thi jo Geeti ke aar-paar dekh rahi thi.


"K-kuch nahi Amrita... bas chamach chhut gaya," Geeti ne haklate hue kaha. Par Soham ka pair abhi bhi uski jaangh par halka-halka dabaav bana raha tha. Geeti ne apne pairo ko chipkane ki koshish ki, par Soham ke us chori-chhupe touch ne uske dimaag mein bus wale us ajnabi mard ke touch ko phirse zinda kar diya tha. Use us dining table par, apni hi behen ke samne ek ajeeb sa, forbidden aur dirty thrill mehsoos hone laga. Woh uth kar wahan se kitchen mein chali gayi, apni saanson ko kaabu karne.
Khana khatam hone ke baad, jab Geeti apne bedroom mein aaine ke samne baith kar baal suljha rahi thi, tabhi Amrita darwaza knock karke andar aayi.
"Didi, thodi der baat karni thi," Amrita bed par baithte hue boli. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi.
"Haan bol na bacha, kya hua? College mein sab theek hai?" Geeti ne pyar se pucha.
Amrita ne pillow ko apne seene se laga liya aur thoda bachte hue boli, "Didi... aapko kabhi aisa lagta hai ki aapke andar ek ajeeb si restlessness (bechaini) hai? Matlab... kabhi kisi aisi cheez ya insaan ki taraf attraction hota hai, jo aapko pata hai ki poori tarah galat hai, par phir bhi aap khud ko rok nahi paate? Jaise... you just want to cross the line?"
Geeti ke haath mein kanga (comb) ruk gaya. Amrita ki yeh baatein Geeti ke dil mein kisi teer ki tarah lagi. Use ek pal ke liye laga ki kya Amrita ko uske gande fantasies ke baare mein pata chal gaya hai? Par agle hi pal use laga ki Amrita shayad kisi college ke ladke ya kisi 'older' aur forbidden mard ki baat kar rahi hai.
"Umar ka takaza hai Amrita," Geeti ne apni dabi hui aag ko chhupate hue, ek badi behen ki tarah samjhane ki koshish ki. "Jab hum jawan hote hain, toh aisi galat cheezein zyada attract karti hain. Par maryada aur control hi humein insaan banata hai."
"Par kya sach mein Didi? Kya aapko kabhi apne usूलों (principles) se bagawat (rebel) karne ka mann nahi karta?" Amrita ne seedha Geeti ki aankhon mein dekhte hue pucha, dimaag mein Soham ki baatein yaad karte hue.
Geeti chup ho gayi. Uske andar ek ajeeb sa jealousy (jalan) ka beej bo gaya. Amrita abhi jawan thi, azaad thi. Woh apni boundaries cross karne ke baare mein soch sakti thi. Aur Geeti? Geeti is sanskari aurat ke pinjare mein ghut rahi thi. "So ja Amrita, subah college jana hai," Geeti ne baat kaat di. Amrita wahan se chali toh gayi, par Geeti ke dimaag mein ek chingari chhod gayi. 'Agar Amrita jaise masoom ladki azaadi aur lust ke bare mein soch sakti hai, toh main kyun nahi?'
Raat ke 11 baj chuke the. Soham bed ki dusri taraf peeth karke let chuka tha (ya kam se kam sone ka natak kar raha tha). Geeti akeli jaag rahi thi. Dimaag ki uljhan ko shant karne ke liye usne apna phone uthaya aur Instagram scroll karne lagi.
Soham ka bichhaya hua digital jaal ab apna kaam kar raha tha. Aam taur par Geeti ki feed mein recipes, sarees aur bank ke updates aate the. Par aaj, scroll karte hi use ek nayi tarah ke reels dikhne lage.
Pehla reel ek 'Women Empowerment' ka tha jisme ek khoobsurat aurat keh rahi thi: "A woman’s desire is not a sin. If your partner doesn't understand your wild side, own it yourself. Don't suppress your fantasies." Geeti ne is reel ko dekha aur unconsciously us par 'Heart' (Like) ka button daba diya.
Dheere-dheere feed aur bold hone lagi. Kuch reels mein married auraton ke secret confessions the. Geeti scroll karti ja rahi thi, aur uski saansein phir se bhaari hone lagi thin.
Tabhi, ek aisi reel uske saamne aayi jisne uske dimaag ki saari nasein jhanjhana din. Screen par ek blur si video thi jisme background mein text likha tha: "Why I let my husband watch me with other men - A Hotwife's True Confession." Audio mein ek aurat badi hi seductive tone mein bata rahi thi ki kaise usne ek din apni maryada todi, aur kisi aur mard ke haathon apna jism saunp diya, aur isne uski marriage ko aur zyada 'hot' bana diya.


Geeti ki ungliyan kaanpne lagin. Usne chaaron taraf dekha, darte hue ki Soham jag toh nahi gaya. Par kamre mein andhera tha. Usne us reel ko ek baar dekha... phir doosri baar dekha. Video ki aurat ki baatein seedha Geeti ke aaj dopahar wale bus ke experience se jud rahi thin.
Woh chahti thi ki is reel ko hata de. Par uske jism ki bhookh ab uski maryada se badi ho chuki thi. Usne apne daanto se apne nichle honth ko kaskar dabaya, screen ke right side par bane 'Save' icon par click kiya, aur use apni 'Private Collection' mein save kar liya.
Us ek 'Save' button ke dabte hi Geeti ne aadhikarik (officially) taur par Soham ki bichhayi hui 'Hotwife' ki duniya ko accept kar liya tha. Woh andhere mein leti hui, us reel ki baaton ko aur bus wale us mard ke touch ko yaad karke apni panty ke upar se khud ko sehlane lagi.
Aur theek uske bagal mein leta Soham, jisne apne phone par Geeti ki ye saari activity live track kar li thi, andhere mein ek vijeta (winner) ki tarah muskura raha tha. Geeti ab poori tarah se uski puppet ban chuki thi, ek aisi puppet jiske dhaage Soham ne hawas aur manipulation se baandh diye the.

Agle kuch din us ghar mein ek ajeeb se 'cat and mouse' (billi aur choohe) ke khel mein guzre. Geeti ko lag raha tha ki woh apni gandi khwahishon ko Soham se chhupa rahi hai, jabki sach yeh tha ki Soham uske dimaag ke har ek tabboo kone ko control kar raha tha.
Weekend ki raat thi. Kamre mein halki peeli roshni (dim yellow light) jal rahi thi. Soham aur Geeti bed par lete hue the. Geeti ka sir Soham ke seene par tha. Bahar se sab kuch normal lag raha tha, par Soham janta tha ki Geeti ke andar 'hotwife' wali aag abhi bhi jal rahi hai, bas use thodi hawa dene ki zaroorat hai.
Soham apne phone par kuch scroll kar raha tha. Achanak usne ek reel play ki aur phone Geeti ki taraf kar diya. "Geeti, yeh dekho. Aaj kal social media par kya-kya viral ho raha hai."
Geeti ne aalsi aakhon se screen ki taraf dekha. Reel mein ek modern, rich dikhne wala couple tha. Aurat behad bold kapdo mein thi aur mard uske piche khada tha. Video ka caption tha: "How exploring wild fantasies saved our marriage." Aurat camera par apni success story suna rahi thi ki kaise usne apne pati ke samne dusre mardon ke saath flirt karna aur physical hona shuru kiya, aur isse unki life kitni exciting ho gayi.
Geeti ki neend ekdum se ud gayi. Uski aakhon ke samne phirse wahi terrace wale colleagues, wahi bus wala mard ghoom gaya. Uska dil zor se dhadakne laga, par usne apni ghabrahat chhupate hue Soham se phone hata diya.
"Chhi Soham... yeh sab kya dekh rahe ho tum? Yeh hum jaise middle-class, izzatdaar logo ke liye nahi hai. Yeh foreign ka kachra hai, bas sasti popularity ke liye karte hain," Geeti ne banawati gusse (fake anger) se kaha aur karwat badal li.
Soham ne halke se hanste hue phone lock kar diya. "Arre baba, main kahan keh raha hoon ki humein yeh sab karna chahiye? Main toh bas dikha raha tha ki aaj kal ki duniya kitni 'open' (azaad) ho gayi hai. Couples apni fantasies ko dabate nahi hain. Just for fun, yaar."
"Mujhe aise 'fun' mein koi interest nahi hai," Geeti ne chadar odhte hue kaha, par uski aawaaz mein pehle jaisa dum nahi tha.
Soham ne uski peeth dekhi aur andhere mein muskuraya. Use pata tha ki Geeti ka yeh virodh (resistance) sirf upar-upar se hai.
Aur Soham sahi tha.
Agle din dopehar mein, jab Soham office mein tha aur Geeti lunch break mein apne cabin mein baithi thi, toh uske dimaag mein Soham ki dikhayi hui woh reel baar-baar ghoom rahi thi. Usne jaldi se apna Instagram khola. Uski kaanpti ungliyon ne search bar mein type kiya—"Modern couples wild fantasies." Pichhli raat jo aurat use 'sasti' lag rahi thi, aaj woh uski profile par ek ghanta bita chuki thi. Us aurat ke bold kapde, uski aakhon ki woh shaitani chamak, aur uske followers ke gande, hawas bhare comments padh kar Geeti ko ek 'dirty excitement' mehsoos ho rahi thi. "Kya waqai mard aisi auraton ke liye pagal hote hain? Kya izzatdaar hone ka matlab sirf ghutna hai?" Geeti ne khud se pucha. Uski breathing heavy ho chuki thi aur uski jaanghon ke beech phir se wahi familiar geelapan aa gaya tha.



Is 'dirty' excitement ne Geeti ke dimaag ko itna haavi kar liya ki usne ek aisi harkat kar di jo usne apni life mein kabhi nahi ki thi.
Us dopehar, Geeti bathroom gayi. Aaine ke samne khade hokar usne apna makeup theek kiya. Usne aaj ek dark maroon colour ki georgette saree pehni thi. Usne apne blouse ke aage wale hisse ko thoda aur khincha, jisse uski milky cleavage ki ek gehri daraar saaf nazar aane lagi. Usne apne phone ka camera on kiya, thoda sa pout banaya, aur ek selfie click ki. Selfie mein uski cleavage ka hint itna subtle (halka) tha ki koi seedhe taur par use vulgar nahi keh sakta tha, par kisi bhi hawas bhare mard ki nazar wahin par tikne wali thi.
Kaanpte haathon se usne Instagram par photo upload kar di, bina kisi caption ke.


Dhadakte dil ke saath woh apni desk par aakar baith gayi. Har paanch minute mein woh apna phone check kar rahi thi. Dheere-dheere likes aana shuru hue. Uske bank ke kuch colleagues, kuch purane college friends. Par tabhi, ek unknown message request aayi.
Message kisi 'DarkKnight99' naam ke account se tha (jo asal mein Soham ka hi fake account tha).
Geeti ne darte-darte message khola. Likha tha: "Wow. What a perfect blend of sanskaar and absolute slttiness. Tumhara pati bohut lucky hai, par tumhara yeh jism ek mard ke liye nahi bana. You'd make a perfect hotwife, Ma'am."*
Geeti ki aakhon ke samne andhera chha gaya. Uski saansein atak gayin. Kisi anjaan mard ne use 'slut' aur 'hotwife' keh diya tha, sirf uski ek photo dekh kar! Use us account ko turant block kar dena chahiye tha, use gussa aana chahiye tha.
Par Geeti ne block nahi kiya.
Usne us message ko ek baar, do baar, teen baar padha. Har baar padhne par uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek aisi garm aandhi uthti jo use pagal kar rahi thi. 'Attention... mardon ka yeh ganda attention... sach mein kitna addictive (nasheela) hota hai,' usne socha.
"Yeh galat hai. Behad galat hai," Geeti ne haanfte hue whisper kiya, par uske honton par wahi naughty, 'guilty' muskurahat thi. Usne screen lock ki aur apna phone bag mein daal liya, par woh message uske dimaag mein chhap chuka tha. Woh sara din us anjaan mard ke baare mein sochti rahi. "Kaisa dikhta hoga woh? Kya woh mere office ka koi mard hai? Ya koi aur?" Aur idhar, theek uske office ke bahar ki duniya mein, Soham apne phone par DarkKnight99 ke account se bheje gaye message ka 'Seen' aane ka intezaar kar raha tha. Jaise hi 'Seen' aaya aur Geeti ne use block nahi kiya, Soham jor se hansa.
"Fass gayi meri shareef biwi," Soham ne khud se kaha. Geeti ab us jaal mein itni aage nikal chuki thi jahan se wapas aana uski pativrata image ke liye namumkin ho gaya tha. Uski 'hotwife' fantasy ab sirf band kamre mein nahi, balki internet ke zariye doosre mardon tak pahunchne lagi thi.

Pichli dopehar us anjaan account 'DarkKnight99' se aaye us ek message ne Geeti ke dimaag ki saari wiring hila kar rakh di thi. Ek izzatdaar bank manager, jise log sar jhuka kar 'Ma'am' kehte the, aaj ek anjaan mard ki nazron mein ek 'slut' aur 'hotwife' ban chuki thi. Aur sabse bhayanak baat yeh thi ki Geeti ko is zillat (humiliation) mein ek ajeeb sa nasha milne laga tha.
Raat ka waqt tha. Soham apne laptop par kuch kaam karne ka dikhawa kar raha tha, par asal mein uski nigaahein apne phone ki screen par thi. Woh 'DarkKnight99' ke roop mein apna agla shikaar (move) khelne ja raha tha. Geeti bathroom mein thi. Jaise hi woh bahar aayi aur bed par leti, uske phone ki screen par ek notification flash hua.
Geeti ki dhadkan achanak tez ho gayi. Usne darrte hue phone uthaya. Message phir se usi 'DarkKnight99' ka tha.
Likha tha: "Tumhare andar ki aag tumhari aankhon mein saaf dikhti hai, Geeti. Your posts scream hotwife potential. Ek baar apni maryada ka parda hata kar dekho... your hubby would love to watch you getting used by real men." Is text ke theek neeche usne ek choti si Instagram reel attach ki hui thi. Geeti ke haath kaanp rahe the. Usne aas-paas dekha, Soham doosri taraf muh kiye leta tha. Geeti ne darr aur hawas ke mele-jule ehsaas ke saath woh reel play ki. Video mein ek Indian couple tha. Aurat ek party mein kisi teesre anjaan mard ke saath behad kareeb hokar dance kar rahi thi, us mard ke haath us aurat ki kamar par the, aur us aurat ka pati theek samne khada hokar muskurate hue yeh sab record kar raha tha. Video par text tha: "When he knows his wife is a goddess and loves sharing her."
Geeti ki saansein atak gayin. Uska seena tezi se upar-neeche hone laga. Ek anjaan mard ne uski sabse dark fantasy, uska sabse bada darr aur uski sabse gandi khwahish uske muh par maar di thi. Use laga jaise kisi ne uske kapde utaar kar use aaine ke samne khada kar diya ho.
"Yeh bohut zyada ho raha hai! Yeh aadmi meri hadd paar kar raha hai," Geeti ne ghabra kar whisper kiya. Usne gusse aur sharam se apne daant peese aur turant us 'DarkKnight99' account ko Block kar diya. Phone ko bed par patak kar usne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Use 'violated' (apmanit) mehsoos ho raha tha. Ek aurat ki izzat par yeh hamla tha.
Par kya waqai?
Block karne ke agle ek ghante tak Geeti bistar par machalti rahi. Uski jaanghon ke beech ek aag si lag gayi thi. Dimaag keh raha tha ki usne theek kiya, par jism... jism us anjaan mard ki us gandi attention ke liye tadap raha tha. 'Usne mujhe hotwife kaha... usne kaha mera pati mujhe dusro ke saath dekh kar khush hoga...' Dedh ghante baad, Geeti se raha nahi gaya. Uski ungliyon ne kaanpte hue Instagram ki settings kholi, 'Blocked Accounts' mein gayi, aur 'DarkKnight99' ko Unblock kar diya. Usne koi message nahi kiya, par woh ab us account ki profile par lurk (chupke se dekhna) karne lagi thi.
Is chori-chhupe attention ne Geeti ke andar ka 'validation' ka bhookha shaitaan jaga diya tha. Agle din subah, jab Soham washroom mein tha, Geeti ne aaine ke samne khade hokar ek nai selfie li. Is baar usne apni saree ka pallu thoda aur neeche khiska diya, jisse uski cleavage ka ek deep aur tempting hissa saaf dikh raha tha. Uski aakhon mein ek nasheeli chamak thi. Usne bina soche-samjhe is photo ko apni Instagram Story par daal diya.


Jaise hi story post hui, uske dil ki dhadkan 100 ki speed par bhaagne lagi. Use ek behad wild rush, ek azaadi mehsoos hui. 'Main desirable hoon... dekho mujhe,' uske andar ki aurat cheekh rahi thi. Par theek 10 minute baad, jab do mardon ne us par 'fire' emoji react kiya, toh Geeti ka guilt uski hawas par haavi ho gaya. Panic mein aakar usne turant woh story Delete kar di.
"Oh god, main kya ban rahi hoon? Main ek pagal aurat ki tarah behave kar rahi hoon," usne apna sar pakad liya. Par sach yeh tha ki ab use is attention ki aadat pad chuki thi.
Kuch dino baad, Insta ki yeh addiction ek gehra kuan (well) ban chuki thi. Raat ke 2 baj rahe the. Soham neend mein hone ka natak kar raha tha, par uski aankhein thodi si khuli thin. Geeti blanket ke andar ghusi hui thi. Ab uske search bar mein koi hichkichahat nahi thi. Usne khud chupke-chupke 3-4 'Cuckold' aur 'Hotwife lifestyle' wale accounts ko follow kar liya tha.
Woh ek aur reel dekh rahi thi. Reel mein ek aurat ek public cafe mein kisi anjaan mard ko apni aakhon se ishaare kar rahi thi, apna pallu jaan-boojhkar gira rahi thi, aur uska pati samne baitha apni coffee peete hue use yeh sab karne ki permission de raha tha.
Yeh video dekhte hi Geeti ko bus wala woh mazdoor yaad aa gaya. Woh paseene ki boo, woh bheed, aur uske piche ragad khata hua woh sakht ubhaar (bulge). Geeti ka poora jism aag ki tarah tapne laga.
Bina khud ko roke, uske haath uski nighty ke andar chale gaye. Usne apni panty ko side kiya. Uski chut itni zyada wet thi ki uski ungliyan aasaani se andar fisal gayin.
Geeti ne aankhein band ki aur apni fantasy mein doob gayi. Usne imagine kiya ki woh aur Soham kisi public market mein hain. Woh us tight pink kurti mein hai. Ek ghatiya, sadak-chhaap aadmi Geeti ke paas aata hai aur Soham ke saamne Geeti ki kamar par haath rakh deta hai. Aur Soham... Soham Geeti ko bachane ki jagah muskurata hai aur kehta hai, "Meri biwi ko use karo, iska jism tumhare liye hai."
"Aahh... fuck... Soham... Soham dekh raha hai... Haan, main gandi hoon..." Geeti ki ungliyan be-tahasha speed se uski clit ko masalne lagin. Uske muh se gaaliyan aur dirty shabd nikalne lage jo usne kabhi soche bhi nahi the. Uski saansein phool gayin, aur blanket ke andar hi usne ek behad intense, kaanpne wala orgasm feel kiya. Uski jaanghein tharthara rahi thin aur uska garam ras uski ungliyon se beh raha tha.
Par jaise hi climax ka asar utra, wahi bhayanak, jaanleva Guilt us par haavi ho gaya.
"Main yeh kyun kar rahi hoon?" uske aansu nikal aaye. Woh turant bed se uthi aur bathroom mein bhaagi. Shower chalu karke woh thande paani ke neeche baith gayi. Apne jism ko sabun se buri tarah ragadne lagi, maano apni skin se in gande khayalon ko chheel kar nikaal dena chahti ho. "Main ek randi banti ja rahi hoon. Mera pati so raha hai aur main uske samne public mein kisi aur ke hathon chhuwe jane ki fantasy bana rahi hoon. Main kitni ghatiya hoon." Pura aadha ghanta woh shower ke neeche roti rahi. Par is aansu aur guilt ke beech, uske addicted dimaag ne ek nayi daleel (logic) de di: 'Lekin maine kisi ko chhua toh nahi na? Main bas Soham ke liye khud ko tyaar kar rahi hoon. Thoda attention lene mein, aur in fantasies ko sochne mein kya harz hai? Sirf dekh hi toh rahe hain mujhe... isse meri shaadi aur exciting hi toh hogi.' Guilt ab dheere-dheere hawas ka ek naya rasta bana raha tha.
Do din baad. Sham ka waqt tha. Geeti akele local sabzi mandi (vegetable market) mein thi. Market mein kaafi bheed thi. Geeti ne ek simple par thodi fitting wali kurti pehni hui thi.
Sabzi lete waqt, achanak uski nazar dukan ke us paar khade ek aadmi par padi. Woh ek thela chalane wala majdoor type ka aadmi tha. Uski shirt paseene se bhigi hui thi, uske baal bikhre hue the, aur uski aankhein... uski aankhein theek Geeti ke jism par gadi hui thin.

Woh aadmi Geeti ko aise ghoor raha tha jaise woh uske kapdo ke aar-paar dekh raha ho. Uski nigaahein Geeti ke seene ke ubhaar se hote hue uski patli kamar par aakar tik gayin thi. Usne Geeti ki taraf dekhte hue apne honton par ajeeb si hawas bhari jeebh pheri.


Geeti ka dil seene mein zor se dhadka. Aam dinon mein, Geeti turant apna dupatta theek karti, us aadmi ko gusse se ghoorti, ya wahan se chali jati. Par aaj... aaj kuch badal chuka tha. 'DarkKnight99' ke messages, hotwife reels, aur bus ka incident uske dimaag mein kisi zehar ki tarah ghul chuke the.
Geeti ne apna dupatta theek nahi kiya. Balki usne anjaane mein apni kamar ko halka sa aur bend kar diya, jisse uske hips aur uske seene ka curve us majdoor mard ke liye aur bhi zyada saaf (prominent) ho gaya. Woh aadmi hila nahi, usne Geeti ko chhua bhi nahi. Par uski woh nangi, low-class 'stare' (ghoorna) hi Geeti ke andar aag lagane ke liye kaafi thi.
Geeti ki saansein atkne lagin. Use market ke us shor mein bhi us aadmi ki gandi nigaahon ka touch apni nangi skin par mehsoos ho raha tha. 'Woh mere jism ko noch raha hai apni aakhon se... aur main use rok nahi rahi... main ek exhibitionist ban rahi hoon...' Geeti ka pet buri tarah se aithne laga. Uski panty market ke beechon-beech geeli hone lagi. Yeh public risk, yeh khule aam ek saste mard ki nazar ka shikaar hona, Geeti ke liye kisi bhayanak nashe jaisa tha. Usne jaldi se paise diye aur market se bahar ki taraf bhagi. Uski chaal tezi thi, par uski saansein kisi jawan ladki ki tarah phooli hui thin.
Ghar pahunchte hi usne darwaza zor se lock kiya. Soham abhi office se nahi aaya tha. Geeti ne purse table par phenka, aur seedhe apne bedroom mein chali gayi. Uski hawas itni control ke bahar thi ki usne kurti utaari bhi nahi, bas use upar kheench liya, apni panty utari aur bed par gir padi.
Us majdoor mard ki paseene se bhari shakal aur uski woh hawas bhari aankhein dimaag mein laate hi, Geeti ne apni do ungliyan puri taqat se apni geeli chut ke andar dhakel din. "Haan... dekh mujhe... main maal hoon... noch le meri body ko," woh pagal auraton ki tarah siskiyan leti hui apne aap ko pleasure dene lagi.
Bina kisi mard ke chhue, sirf ek 'stare' (nazar) ne us izzatdaar aurat ko bistar par ek bhookhi jism ki mariyada todne wali aurat mein tabdeel kar diya tha. Soham ka plan ab poori tarah se jeet chuka tha. Geeti ki andar ki aag ab itni bhadak chuki thi ki ab sirf fantasies aur nigaahon se kaam nahi chalne wala tha. Jald hi, use koi asal, jita-jagta mard chahiye tha jo uski is 'hotwife' ki aag ko bujha sake.


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