Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Ghar mein din pichle kuch hafton se ek ajeeb se dhundh (fog) mein guzar rahe the. Geeti ke andar ki aurat ab do hisson mein poori tarah bant chuki thi. Din mein woh ek suljhi hui, sakht bank manager thi, jiska pallu kabhi uske kandhe se nahi sarakta tha. Par raat ke andhere mein, ya kisi public jagah par anjaan mardon ki gandi nigaahon ke beech, woh ek 'hotwife' banne ki bhookh mein tadapti hui, be-sharam aurat ban jati thi.

Geeti ki yeh aadat (addiction) ab uske dimaag se nikal kar uske phone ki gallery aur Instagram ke 'Saved' folder mein poori tarah dikhayi dene lagi thi. Uske phone mein ab aisi hazaron reels aur photos thin jahan auratein apne pativrata hone ka dikhawa chhod kar, dusre mardon ke aage apne jism ko paros rahi thin.


Aur in sab ka mastermind, Soham, sab kuch jaanta tha. Usne us raat bhi Geeti ko bathroom mein nahaate hue, guilty hoke rote hue dekha tha, aur theek agle din sabzi mandi wale us majdoor ki nigaahon ka shikaar hokar ghar aate hi akele masterbate karte hue bhi mehsoos kiya tha. Soham ka mardana ego aur uska 'cuckold' shauk ab aasmaan chhoo raha tha. Uski biwi, jiske liye ek waqt par 'open relationship' ek gaali thi, aaj us daldal mein aadhi utar chuki thi.
Ab waqt aa gaya tha Geeti ko us aakhiri kinaare se dhakka dene ka.
Sunday ki dopehar thi. Mausam thoda suhana tha, bahar halke baadal chhaaye hue the. Ghar mein shanti thi kyunki Amrita apni dost ki birthday party mein gayi hui thi. Geeti living room ke sofa par baithi, ek magazine ke panne palat rahi thi, par uski aankhein aur dimaag kahin aur the. Soham uske theek samne wali chair par baitha apna phone scroll kar raha tha.
Achanak, Soham ne phone table par rakha aur Geeti ko bohut dhyan se dekhne laga. Uski nigaahein Geeti ke chehre se hote hue uski cotton kurti ke ubhaaron par ruki. Geeti ne uski nazar mehsoos ki aur thoda uncomfortable hote hue apna dupatta theek kiya.
"Geeti," Soham ki aawaaz bohut shaant aur dhimi thi, jaise woh kisi bohut nazuk vishay par baat karne wala ho.
"Haan, Soham? Kya hua?" Geeti ne magazine neeche rakhte hue pucha. Uski dil ki dhadkan thodi tez ho gayi, darr tha ki kahin Soham ko uski un gandi harkaton ke baare mein pata toh nahi chal gaya.
Soham apni chair se utha aur aakar Geeti ke bagal mein sofa par baith gaya. Usne bohut hi pyaar se Geeti ka haath apne haath mein liya. "Tum... tum aaj kal kuch khoyi-khoyi si rehti ho. Office se aati ho toh thaki hui nahi, balki ek ajeeb si uljhan mein hoti ho. Aur raat ko bhi... mujhe pata hai tum theek se so nahi rahi."
Geeti ke gale mein jaise ek gola sa atak gaya. Usne nazrein churane ki koshish ki. "Nahi toh... aisa kuch nahi hai. Bas thoda bank ka stress hai aur kuch nahi."
Soham ne halke se muskurate hue Geeti ke gaal par haath rakha. Uski aankhon mein koi gussa nahi tha, balki ek aisi understanding (samajhdari) thi jisne Geeti ko aur bhi zyada confuse kar diya.
"Geeti, hum dono ek dusre ko saalon se jante hain. Hum pati-patni hain. Tumhare jism ki har aahat, tumhare dimaag ki har silwat (wrinkle) main padh sakta hoon," Soham ne apne shabdon ko bohut carefully chuna. "Main jaanta hoon ki pichle kuch waqt se humare beech physical doori aa gayi hai. Par kya sach mein, tumhare andar koi nayi aag, koi nayi chahat paida nahi hui hai?"
"Soham, tum kya kehna chahte ho? Seedhe-seedhe kaho," Geeti ki aawaaz kaanp rahi thi. Use laga ab uska bhanda phootne wala hai.
Soham ne ek gehri saans li aur phir apna phone utha kar screen on ki. "Dekho Geeti, mujhe pata hai ki social media par... ya apne akelepan mein, insaan ka dimaag bohut kuch explore karta hai. Maine tumhare phone mein... I mean, humara email ID sync hai na... maine galti se dekha ki tumhare Instagram par suggestions kuch badal gaye hain."
Geeti ke paanv tale zameen khisak gayi. Uska khoon jaise jam gaya. Uske chehre ka rang ud gaya. Soham ne uski saari gandi 'hotwife' aur 'cuckold' reels wali search history dekh li thi! Ek izzatdaar aurat ke roop mein uska saara guroor, uski saari maryada ektum nangi ho gayi thi.
"Soham... woh... woh sab aise hi tha. M-mujhe nahi pata woh suggestions kaise aa rahe the. Main... maine kuch nahi dekha..." Geeti haklate hue, rone wali aawaaz mein khud ka bachav (defend) karne lagi. Sharam ke maare uski aankhein jhuk gayin aur aansu uski palkon par aa gaye.
Par Soham ne gussa karne ya use zaleel karne ki jagah, Geeti ko aage badh kar apne seene se laga liya. Uska yeh reaction Geeti ke liye kisi bhayanak shock se kam nahi tha.
"Shh... rone ki zaroorat nahi hai, Geeti. Isme rone jaisa kya hai?" Soham ne bohut pyaar se uske baalon ko sehlaaya. "Maine kaha na, main tumhara pati hoon. Agar tumhare andar koi nayi fantasy jaag rahi hai, toh isme galat kya hai? Main jaanta hoon ki ek aurat ko bhi attraction aur attention ki zaroorat hoti hai. Agar tum chupke-chupke un stories ko padh kar, ya un videos ko dekh kar apne aap ko thoda pleasure (khushi) de rahi ho... toh mujhe isse koi problem nahi hai."


Geeti ne haanfte hue apna sir Soham ke seene se uthaya. Uski laal, nam aankhein Soham ko hairani se ghoor rahi thin. "Tumhe... tumhe s-sach mein gussa nahi aa raha? Main tumhari biwi hoon aur main kisi aur mard ko mere kareeb soch kar... tumhare saamne..." Geeti se aage bola nahi gaya. Uska guilt use andar se kaat raha tha.
"Gussa? Geeti, main toh khush hoon!" Soham ne ek slight, nasheeli muskurahat ke saath kaha. Uska cuckold kink ab poori tarah haavi tha. "Mujhe lagta hai isne tumhare aur mere rishte mein ek nayi spark la di hai. Tumhara jism pehle se zyada 'alive' (zinda) ho gaya hai. Tumhare us din office jane ke baad, jab main tumhare kapde dekhta hoon ya tumhari us badli hui 'chaal' ko mehsoos karta hoon... it turns me on, Geeti. I love it when my wife gets desired by other men."
Yeh sunte hi Geeti ke dimaag mein ek dhamaka sa hua. Theek wahi shabd jo usne us anjaan 'DarkKnight99' account se padhe the, aaj uske apne pati ke muh se nikal rahe the.
"Tum... tum chahte ho ki main aisi banu?" Geeti ne fufusate hue pucha, uski saansein ab darr se zyada ek naye, azaad aur forbidden thrill se phoolne lagi thin.
"Main chahta hoon ki tum woh sab karo jisse tumhe khushi milti hai, jisse tumhara ye jism tapta hai," Soham ne apna haath Geeti ki kamar par rakha aur use thoda aur kareeb kheencha. "Akele bathroom mein chup-chup kar rone aur guilt feel karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Tumhari ye jo 'hotwife' wali fantasy hai... isko hum ek team ki tarah enjoy karenge."
Geeti ke dimaag se maryada, sanskaar aur pativrata hone ka saara bojh ek hi pal mein utar gaya. Use laga jaise kisi pakshi ko pinjare se azaad kar diya gaya ho. Soham uski gandi se gandi chahat ko 'accept' kar raha tha! Use is azaadi ki keemat nahi pata thi, par is waqt uske jism ki bhookh jeet chuki thi.
Geeti ki aankhon mein se aansu behna band ho gaye, aur unki jagah wahi naughtiness, wahi hawas bhari chamak aa gayi. Usne apne dono haath Soham ki gardan mein daal diye aur ek jawan, seductress (lubhane wali) aurat ki tarah uske honton ke kareeb aakar boli, "Toh... tum sach mein chahte ho ki main dusre mardon ka attention lun? Tum gussa nahi hoge agar koi mujhe..."
"Main kabhi gussa nahi hounga," Soham ne uske honton par ek garm kiss kiya. "In fact, main chahta hoon ki tum is thrill ko thoda aur badhao. Ek 'surprise' plan karein?"
"Surprise? Kaisa surprise?" Geeti ka dil phir se zor se dhadakne laga.
Soham ne apni aakhon mein ek shaitani chamak laate hue kaha, "Tum khud ko aaine (mirror) ke aage dekh kar excite hoti ho na? Tumne Insta par woh jo subtle cleavage wali photo daali thi... haan, maine woh bhi dekhi thi. Ek kaam karte hain, hum ek secret photoshoot karte hain. Tumhare bank ke un dull (boring) kapdo ki jagah, main tumhe kuch aisi outfits dilwaunga jo tumhare is bharpoor jism ko waqai justify karein. Aise kapde jise dekh kar kisi bhi mard ka khoon khaul uthe. Hum photos click karenge... aur shayad, unhe kisi anonymous account par share bhi karein. Bas thode 'fun' (maze) aur attention ke liye."
Geeti ki aakhon mein hairani aur darr chamka. "Online share karna? Par Soham, agar kisi pehchan wale ne dekh liya toh? Bank mein meri kya izzat reh jayegi?"
Soham ne halke se has kar uski gardan par kiss kiya, jahan se Geeti ka paseena mehak raha tha. "Pehchan wale ko pata hi nahi chalega. Hum chehra nahi dikhayenge. Sirf tumhara jism, tumhare curves. Socho Geeti, jab hazaaron anjaan mard tumhare nange cleavage aur taangon ko dekh kar gande comments karenge, aur main aur tum un comments ko ek saath bed par padh rahe honge... tumhari panty us waqt kitni geeli hogi? Aur mera haath us waqt kahan hoga?"
Geeti ke ronge khade ho gaye. Soham ki in dirty lines ne uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek aisi aag laga di jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi ki thi. Apne hi pati ke samne ek gandi 'slut' banne ka, kisi aur mard ki hawas ka shikaar banne ka yeh raw aur unfiltered suggestion uske liye kisi magic spell (jaadu) jaisa tha.
Guilt aur darr abhi bhi uske dimaag ke kisi kone mein the, par Soham ke 'approval' (razamandi) ne us darr ko ek wild nashe mein badal diya tha. Geeti ne apni kurti ka dupatta poori tarah utaar kar table par phek diya aur Soham ke upper thigh (jaangh) par haath rakhte hue, haanfti aawaaz mein fusfusayi...
"Usne apni izzatdaar biwi ko poori tarah se ek 'hotwife' ki runway par khada kar diya tha. Ab khel sach mein shuru hone wala tha.


Soham ka plan ab ek aisi tezi pakad chuka tha jisse rokna Geeti ke bas ki baat nahi rahi thi. Us 'surprise' photoshoot wale din ke theek do din baad, ghar par ek bada sa parcel deliver hua. Geeti bank se laut chuki thi aur Soham pehle se hi living room mein baitha us parcel ka intezaar kar raha tha.
"Soham, yeh itna bada box kiska hai?" Geeti ne apna purse rakhte hue, thodi thakaan aur hairani se poocha.


Soham ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath parcel ki taraf ishara kiya. "Khol kar dekho, Geeti. Tumhara 'surprise' aa gaya hai."
Geeti ke dil ki dhadkan achanak tez ho gayi. Usne darr aur excitement ke mele-jule ehsaas ke saath box ka tape hataya. Box khulte hi uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. Andar kapdo ka ek aisa collection tha jo Geeti ne apni puri zindagi mein kisi dukan par gaur se dekha tak nahi tha.
Soham bohut shatir tha. Usne seedhe taur par koi pornstar type ke kapde nahi mangwaye the, warna Geeti darr kar peechhe hat jati. Usne kapdo ko 'bold' par 'decent' ka ek ajeeb sa tarka (blend) diya tha, taaki Geeti ka transition dhire-dhire ho. Box mein do western dresses thin—ek deep maroon velvet gown jiska slit (cut) seedha thigh ke bilkul upper hisse tak jaata tha, aur doosri ek jet-black, backless cocktail dress jo aage se V-neck mein behad deep thi. Uske alawa, do sarees thin—ek bilkul transparent (shimmer) silver net ki saree jiske saath ek spaghetti strap wala blouse tha, aur doosri ek blood-red satin saree jiska kapda itna patla tha ki badan ke har curve ko paani ki tarah lapet le.
Geeti ne kaanpte haathon se us black backless dress ko uthaya. Dress ka kapda uski ungliyon se fisal raha tha. Uski saansein atak gayin.
"Yeh kya hai, Soham?" Geeti ki aawaaz mein ek sachi ghabrahat thi. Usne dress ko aise pakda tha jaise koi gunehgaar apna jurm pakadta hai. "Yeh... yeh toh bohut hi zyada khula hai. Iski back toh poori hi nangi (bare) hai, aur aage se bhi... Soham, main yeh nahi pehan sakti! Tum pagal ho gaye ho kya? Yeh kisi izzatdaar aurat ke kapde nahi hain!"
Soham halke se hansa, apni chair se utha aur Geeti ke kareeb aakar khada ho gaya. Usne Geeti ke haath se woh dress pakad kar uske jism ke aage laga di. "Geeti, humne kya baat ki thi? Tum bhool rahi ho ki yeh kisi bank ki meeting ke liye nahi hai. Yeh humare us secret, exciting khel ke liye hai. Izzatdaar aurat din mein bano, par mere aage... ya us camera ke aage, tumhe apni us 'wild' fantasy ko jeena hai. Tum khud nahi dekhna chahti ki in kapdo mein tumhari woh 'hotwife' wali aag kaisi lagti hai?"


Geeti ne naak sikodi. "Par Soham, yeh bohut sasta (cheap) lag raha hai. Mujhe sharam aayegi."
"Sharam hi toh sabse bada nasha hai, meri jaan," Soham ne uske kaan ke paas whisper kiya, uski aawaaz mein ek mardana dominance tha. "Ek baar pehan kar toh dekho. Agar tumhe aaine mein dekh kar khud par taras aaye, toh utaar dena. Par agar tumhe apna naya roop dekh kar aag lag jaye... toh hum photoshoot shuru karenge. Main ek professional DSLR camera bhi laya hoon rent par. Aaj ki raat sirf tumhari numaish (exhibition) ki raat hai."
Soham ke un alfaazon mein, us 'numaish' shabd mein ek aisi gandi kashish thi jisne Geeti ke pairo tale zameen hila di. Uska dimaag keh raha tha ki woh kapde phek de, par uske pet ke nichle hisse mein hone wali aithan (cramps) use rok rahi thi. Woh guilty feel kar rahi thi, par uske andar ki us be-sharam aurat ko yeh dekhne ki itni bhayanak bhookh thi ki woh aakhir in kapdo mein kaisi 'slutty' dikhegi, ki usne chupchaap gardan hila di aur kapde lekar bedroom mein chali gayi.
Raat ke 10 baj chuke the. Ghar ki saari battiyan (lights) dim kar di gayi thin. Bedroom mein sirf ek ring-light aur camera ka setup tha. Soham bed ke kinare baitha camera ki settings check kar raha tha. Uski saansein pehle se hi bhaari thin.
Tabhi, bathroom ka darwaza halke se, ek 'click' ke saath khula.
Geeti bahar aayi. Usne sabse pehle woh deep maroon velvet gown pehna tha. Uske baal khule hue, halke se curl kiye hue the. Chehre par uski wahi 'Bold Plum' lipstick chamak rahi thi. Par sabse zyada shocking uska jism tha. Gown ki fitting itni tight thi ki uske hips aur waist ka curve kisi moorti ki tarah ubhar kar aa raha tha. Aur us gown ka slit... jaise hi Geeti ne ek qadam aage badhaya, uski poori gori, chikni left thigh (jaangh) gown ke cut se bahar jhaankne lagi. Uska V-neck uske seene ke adhe hisse ko nanga kar raha tha, aur velvet kapde ka dabav uske ubhaaron ko aur bhi zyada tempting bana raha tha.
Soham ke haath se camera phisal kar bed par girte-girte bacha. Uska mardana hissa ek second ke andar patthar jaisa sakht (rock-hard) ho gaya. Usne apni biwi ko kabhi, pichle kai saalon mein, itne behad saste par high-class 'whore' wale look mein nahi dekha tha.
Geeti aage badhte hue bohut uncomfortable mehsoos kar rahi thi. Woh baar-baar apne haathon se apne seene ke deep cut ko chhipane ki koshish kar rahi thi aur usne gown ke slit ko bhi ek haath se pakda hua tha. Uski aankhein jhuki hui thin, aur chehre par sharam aur darr se ek gehra blush tha.
"S-Soham... yeh theek nahi lag रहा. Mera bohut zyada jism dikh raha hai," Geeti ne kaanpte hue kaha.
Soham ne ek gehri saans nigli aur camera utha liya. "Geeti... tum bilkul kisi queen ki tarah lag rahi ho... ek aisi queen jise dekh kar koi bhi mard apne hosh kho de. Haath hatao wahan se. Chhupane ki zaroorat nahi hai."
Geeti hichkichayi, par Soham ke zor dene par usne dheere se apne haath hata liye.
Soham ne pehli baar shutter ka button dabaya. Click! Flash ki roshni ne Geeti ke jism ko ek second ke liye aur bhi zyada nanga kar diya.


"Dekho idhar, Geeti. Thoda natural pose do. Jaise bank mein tum khadi hoti ho, par thoda confidence ke saath," Soham ne shuruvaat mein use comfort karne ke liye simple, decent poses mange.
Geeti ne ek normal smile ke saath camera ki taraf dekha. Soham ne do-teen pictures aur click kin aur phir camera ki screen Geeti ko dikhayi.
Jab Geeti ne screen par khud ko dekha, toh woh hairan reh gayi. Woh velvet gown mein sach mein be-inteha khoobsurat aur sexy lag rahi thi. Uski skin us maroon kapde par aag ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein darr zaroor tha, par camera ke aage uski cleavage ka woh hissa uski pativrata image ko poori tarah tod raha tha. Geeti ko apna yeh naya roop, yeh attention, achanak bohut accha lagne laga. Sharam ki jagah ab ek halke se guroor ne le li thi.
"Tum sach mein... bohut sundar photos click karte ho, Soham," Geeti ne halke se muskurate hue kaha, uska confidence ab dheere-dheere wapas aa raha tha.
"Yeh meri photography nahi hai Geeti, yeh tumhara jism hai jo in photos ko aag laga raha hai," Soham ne shaitani andaaz mein uski taareef ki. "Chalo, ab thoda aur bold hote hain. Hum toh isse 'hotwife' level par le jana chahte hain na?"
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadka. Uski panty jo aage aane wali sharam ke darr se thodi geeli hone lagi thi, ab Soham ke is 'hotwife' shabd ne us geelapan ko aur badha diya.
Soham ne camera set kiya aur uske paas aakar uski thigh wale slit ko poori tarah khol diya, jisse uski panty line tak ka gora jism saaf dikhne laga. "Ab... apna ek pav thoda aage karo. Aur apne hath ko apne honton ke paas rakho, jaise tum kisi mard ko invite kar rahi ho."
Geeti ne kaanpte haathon se waise hi pose kiya. Uski thigh poori nangi thi. 



Click! Click! Dheere-dheere Soham use ek ke baad ek gande aur bold poses sikhane laga. Geeti pehle sharmati, par phir Soham ke badhte hue josh aur flash ki aadat padne par woh poori tarah khulne lagi. Soham ne use bed par letne ko kaha, apne hips ko upar uthane ko kaha jisse uski cleavage camera lens ke theek samne aa jaye. Geeti ki saansein ab bhari ho chuki thin. Woh anjaane mein apne honton ko kaat rahi thi aur uske muh se halki-halki siskariyan (moans) nikalne lagi thin. Ek izzatdaar aurat poori tarah se ek exhibitionist (numaish karne wali) mein tabdeel ho chuki thi.
Uske baad kapde badalne ka silsila shuru hua. Geeti ne black backless dress pehni, jisme uski poori nangi peeth camera ke samne thi. Soham ne uski nangi peeth ke kareeb aakar halke se touch kiya toh Geeti ki saans atak gayi. "Socho tum is dress mein kisi club mein ho, aur hazaron mard tumhari is nangi peeth par apne lund ki kalpana kar rahe hain," Soham ne uski peeth sehlaya. Geeti ne pagalpan mein haanfte hue ek behad bold pose diya, usne apna blouse aur zyada aage khiska diya jisse uska adha boob lagbhag bahar aa gaya. Click!


Aakhir mein aayi red satin saree. Saree ka kapda itna patla tha ki Geeti ki kamar aur uski naabhi (navel) saaf dikh rahi thi. Soham ne uske pallu ko uske kandhe se bilkul gira diya. Geeti bed par baithi thi, uski tangen saree ke beech se adhi nangi dikh rahi thin. Uski aakhon mein ab darr ka koi namo-nishan nahi tha. Uski aankhein poori tarah hawas aur ek slutty nashe se bhari hui thin. Woh baar-baar apne baalon ko jhatak rahi thi, apne jism ko bend kar rahi thi.
Soham ne camera ka lens uske cleavage par focus kiya. "Geeti... apne haath se apni chhati ko halka sa press karo. Use aur prominent banao."
Geeti ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke apne naram hathon se apni right breast ko neeche se sahara diya aur use thoda upar utha diya, jisse uski cleavage ekdum bhari aur deep ho gayi. Usne camera mein seedha dekha, apne honton ko pout kiya aur ek aisi gandi, seducing nazar di jo kisi sadak-chhaap 'hotwife' ki hi ho sakti thi.
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Soham ka mardana josh aur uski 'cuckold' hawas ab apne extreme par thi. Woh khushi se pagal ho raha tha ki usne apni pativrata biwi ko ek pornstar bana diya hai. Uska pant mein sakht hissa lagatar dard de raha tha.
Camera ko side mein rakh kar Soham haanfte hue Geeti ke paas bed par aaya. Geeti ki hawas bhi aasmaan chhoo rahi thi. Uska poora jism aag ki tarah tap raha tha, uski panty poori tarah bahaav se san chuki thi. Woh chahti thi ki Soham ab use buri tarah, jaanwaron ki tarah us bed par rond de. Usne apne dono haath phailaye aur Soham ka intezaar kiya.
Par Soham, jo apni hi ek alag duniya (Amrita aur 'Hotwife sharing' ki fantasy) mein dooba hua tha, usne ek aisi baat keh di jisne is poore mahaul ki hawas ko ek naya aur bhayanak roop de diya...
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