Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

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Itwar ki woh garma-garam raat aur Soham ke saath milkar banayi gayi woh 'Hotwife' profile Geeti ke dimaag mein ek nashe ki tarah bas chuki thi. Pir se Somwar (Monday) aaya, par Geeti ke liye yeh koi aam Monday nahi tha. Jab woh subah taiyar ho rahi thi, toh aaine mein khud ko dekhte waqt use apne pati ke nahi, balki un hazaaron anjaan mardon ke gande comments yaad aa rahe the.



Usne aaj ek sleti (grey) rang ki chiffon saree pehni thi, jiska kapda jism se bilkul chipak jata tha. Blouse ka gala usne jaan-boojhkar thoda aur gehra rakha tha. Jab woh bank ke corridor se guzar rahi thi, toh use har mard ki nazar apni skin par chubhti hui mehsoos ho rahi thi. Pehle jo nazrein use 'apmaanit' (insulted) mehsoos karati thin, ab wahi nazrein use ek 'dirty pleasure' de rahi thin. Use pata tha ki uski har ek lachak par kisi na kisi mard ka dimaag kharab ho raha hoga.


Apne cabin mein baith kar woh files dekh rahi thi, par uska dhyan baar-baar apne phone ki taraf ja raha tha, jahan notifications ki baadh aayi hui thi. Use woh 'DesiHotwife_G' wala avatar ab real life mein jeena tha.
Tabhi, cabin ke darwaze par dastak hui.
"Ma'am... pani?"
Yeh Ramu Kaka the. Bank ke purane chaprasi, lagbhag 50 saal ki umar, pet thoda bahar nikla hua, aur chehre par har waqt rehne wali ek ajeeb si susti. Geeti ne hamesha unhe ek buzurg aur kaam karne wale naukar ki tarah dekha tha, kabhi unki taraf dhyan nahi diya tha.
"Rakh dijiye Kaka," Geeti ne bina sar uthaye kaha.
Ramu Kaka ne tray table par rakhi, par woh turant bahar nahi gaye. Geeti ko achanak mehsoos hua ki kamre mein koi use ghoor raha hai. Usne dheere se sar uthaya aur dekha ki Ramu Kaka wahi khade the. Unki aankhein files par nahi thin, balki woh Geeti ke jhuke hue blouse se jhaankti hui cleavage ko bohut hi besharmi se ghoor rahe the. Unki aankhon mein woh 'buzurg' wala lihaaz gayab tha; wahan sirf ek nangi, sasti aur bhookhi hawas thi.


Geeti ko ek jhatka laga. Ek chaprasi? Ek 50 saal ka mota aadmi use is tarah dekhne ki himmat kar raha hai?
"Kaka? Kya hua? Chai toh pee li maine, ab aap jaiye," Geeti ne thode gusse aur irritation mein kaha. Usne apna pallu kaskar seene par lapet liya.
"Ji... ji Ma'am. Woh bas... file dekh raha tha," Ramu Kaka ne haklate hue kaha, par unki nazar abhi bhi Geeti ki kamar par thiri hui thi jo saree se halki si numaya ho rahi thi. Woh dheere-dheere mudde aur bahar jaane lage, par jate-jate unhone ek aakhiri baar Geeti ke hips ko scan kiya.
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Use gussa aana chahiye tha, use unhe naukri se nikalne ki dhamki deni chahiye thi. Par dimaag ke kisi kone mein Soham ki baatein goonj rahi thin—"Imagine karo har mard tumhe desire kar raha hai."

Use ghin aa rahi thi ki Ramu Kaka jaise log bhi use 'maal' samajh rahe hain, par saath hi, us zillat (humiliation) mein ek ajeeb sa current tha. 'Ek chaprasi bhi mere jism ko dekh kar pagal ho raha hai... kya main waqai itni sasti aur desirable dikhti hoon?' Usne apne cabin ka darwaza lock kiya aur kursi par piche hokar baith gayi. Usne apne phone par wahi Reddit thread khola. Wahan kisi ne comment kiya tha—"I bet she enjoys being stared at by low-class men while she sits in her high-class cabin."
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uski jaanghon ke beech phir se wahi geelapan shuru ho gaya tha. Ramu Kaka ki woh gandi nazar use taddpa rahi thi. Woh gussa thi, irritated thi, par woh 'Hotwife' banne ka nasha itna gehra tha ki woh is sasti attention ko bhi mana nahi kar paa rahi thi. Usne apna hath dheere se apne seene par rakha, wahi jahan Ramu Kaka ki nazar abhi thodi der pehle gadi hui thi, aur ek dabi hui siski li.

Ramu Kaka ki woh sasti aur gandi nazar ne Geeti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si halchal macha di thi. Use ghin toh aa rahi thi, par us 'dirty' attention ne uske andar ki us aurat ko jaga diya tha jo ab mardon ki nazron ki bhooki banti ja rahi thi.
Usi dopehar, jab Geeti apne cabin mein akeli baithi kuch files check kar rahi thi, darwaze par phir se dastak hui. Is baar Ramu Kaka nahi, balki Rohan tha—woh jawan, fit aur attractive intern, jiske baare mein Soham ne roleplay ke dauran zikr kiya tha.
"Ma'am, woh loan files ready hain. Kya main andar aa sakta hoon?" Rohan ki aawaaz mein hamesha ki tarah ek izzat thi, par uski aankhon mein Geeti ke liye jo kashish thi, woh ab Geeti ko saaf nazar aane lagi thi.
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uska dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Usne decide kiya ki aaj woh apni 'strict manager' wali image se thoda hat kar dekhegi. Usne apne pallu ko halke se kandhe se thoda neeche sarkaaya—itna ki galati lage, par dhyan khinch le—aur phir sabaq (lesson) yaad karte hue boli, "Aao Rohan. Baitho."
Rohan andar aaya aur Geeti ke saamne wali chair par baith gaya. Geeti ne notice kiya ki Rohan ki nigaahein ek pal ke liye uske halke se khule hue gale (neckline) par gayin aur phir turant sharam ke maare files par hat gayin. Rohan ka chehra halka sa laal ho gaya tha.
Geeti ne thoda aage jhuk kar files li, jaan-boojhkar apne jism ki garmi aur French perfume ki khushboo us tak pahunchayi. "Rohan, tum kaam toh bohut accha karte ho... par kya bank ke bahar bhi tum itne hi serious rehte ho?" usne ek nasheeli, dhimi aawaaz mein poocha.
Rohan hairan reh gaya. Geeti Ma'am ne pehli baar usse koi personal sawal pucha tha. Usne thoda hichkichate hue kaha, "N-Nahi Ma'am... doston ke saath toh kaafi fun karta hoon. Par yahan... yahan aapke samne thoda darr lagta hai."
Geeti ne halke se khil-khilakar hans diya. Uski hansi ki thartharahat uske blouse ke andar uske ubhaaron ko halke se hila gayi. "Darr? Mujhse? Kya main itni buri dikhti hoon?" usne ek flirting tone mein kaha, aur apni ek ungli apne nichle honth par rakhi.
Rohan ki saans atak gayi. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki wahi 'Iron Lady' Geeti aaj usse flirt kar rahi hai. Usne himmat karke Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha. "Buri? Ma'am... sach kahun toh, poore bank mein aapse zyada khoobsurat aur koi nahi hai. Aaj aap is grey saree mein... bilkul kisi heroine ki tarah lag rahi hain."


Geeti ke pairo ke beech ek tez 'tingling' (sirsirahat) mehsoos hui. Yeh pehli baar tha jab usne jaan-boojhkar kisi gair mard se flirt kiya tha. Use darr lag raha tha, guilt ho raha tha ki woh ek 'loyal wife' hokar yeh sab kar rahi hai, par wahi darr uske liye ek high-voltage current ka kaam kar raha tha.
"Heroine? Tum toh bade chhupay-rustam nikle, Rohan," Geeti ne muskurate hue kaha. "Waise, woh coffee date wali baat... tum waqayi HR se itna darte ho?"
Rohan ne ek lambi saans li, uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne dheere se kaha, "Ab toh lagta hai Ma'am... ki aapke liye HR ka darr bhi kam hai. Aap kahein toh main abhi coffee lekar aaun?"
Geeti ko ek ajeeb sa nasha chadhne laga. Rohan ki un baaton ne use itna horny bana diya tha ki use apne hi jism se uthti tapish mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne Rohan ki taraf ek naughty aur nasheeli nazar daali. "Abhi nahi Rohan... koi dekh lega. Par shayad... kisi din, bank ke baad?"
Rohan ka chehra khushi se khil utha. "Main intezaar karunga, Ma'am."
Jab Rohan cabin se bahar nikla, Geeti wahi kursi par dher ho gayi. Uska poora badan kaanp raha tha. Usne turant table ke neeche apne pairo ko kaskar ek-doosre se chipkaya. Uski jaanghon ke beech ka geelapan ab saree ke paar mehsoos hone laga tha.
'Maine yeh kya kiya? Main Rohan se flirt kar rahi hoon? Soham ko pata chala toh?' guilt ka ek jhatka laga, par turant dimaag mein Soham ki wahi aawaaz goonji—"I want you to be desired."


Geeti ne apna phone nikala aur Soham ko message kiya: "Soham... aaj maine pehli baar office mein kisi se flirt kiya. Rohan pagal ho raha tha... aur mujhe... mujhe bohut 'ganda' maza aa raha hai."
Usne message bhej toh diya, par uska dil abhi bhi tezi se dhadak raha tha. Ek pativrata aurat ne aaj pehli baar apni maryada ki deewar mein ek chhota sa ched (hole) kar diya tha, aur use pata tha ki ab Rohan ki nigaahein use office mein aur bhi zyada tadpaane wali thin.

Dopehar ka waqt tha. Bank ke cabin mein AC chalne ke bawajood Geeti ke jism se ek ajeeb si tapish (heat) nikal rahi thi. Rohan ke saath ki gayi woh halki si flirting aur Ramu Kaka ki woh sasti, gandi nazar—dono ne milkar Geeti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa fitoor paida kar diya tha. Use guilt toh ho raha tha, par woh 'attention' ka nasha uske khoon mein mil chuka tha.
Usne cabin ka darwaza lock kiya aur Soham ko call lagaya. Uski saansein thodi ukhdi hui thin.
"Soham..." Geeti ne dhimi aawaaz mein kaha.
"Haan Geeti? Itni haanf kyun rahi ho? Sab theek hai bank mein?" Soham ki aawaaz mein ek shaitani utsukta (curiosity) thi.
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li aur sab kuch ugal diya—kaise Rohan usse dekh kar flustered ho gaya, kaise unhone coffee date ki baat ki, aur phir Ramu Kaka... woh 50 saal ke mote chaprasi ki woh hawas bhari nazar.
"Soham, mujhe samajh nahi aa raha main kya kar rahi hoon," Geeti ne ruanasi aawaaz mein kaha. "Ramu Kaka jaise log bhi mujhe us nazar se dekh rahe hain... mujhe ghin aani chahiye, par pata nahi kyun, jab unki aankhein mere blouse par tikti hain, toh mera jism kaapne lagta hai."
Soham phone ke us paar muskura raha tha. Shikaar ab poori tarah se jaal mein tha. "Geeti, isme ghin ki kya baat hai? Yeh toh tumhari power hai. Ek unche rutbe wali aurat jab ek saste mard ko apne jism ki garmi se paagal karti hai, toh woh thrill alag hi hota hai. Chalo, ek game khelte hain."
"Game? Kaisa game?" Geeti thoda darr gayi.
"Ek 'Dare' (chunauti)," Soham ne nasheeli aawaaz mein kaha. "Aaj hum tumhe thoda aur 'open up' karenge. Abhi Ramu Kaka ko cabin mein bulao. Koi bahana karke unhe apne paas bulao... aur phir, unke saamne apna pen neeche gira do. Jab tum use uthane ke liye neeche jhukogi, toh jaan-boojhkar apna pallu thoda sarakne dena... let him have a full view of your cleavage. Use tadpao, Geeti. Dekho uski haalat kya hoti hai."
Geeti ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. "Soham! Nahi... yeh main nahi kar sakti. Woh ek chaprasi hai, bohut bada paap lagega mujhe. Main bank manager hoon!"
"Wahi toh maza hai," Soham ne use uksaya. "Koi tumhein chhoo nahi raha. Tum bas use tease kar rahi ho. Tumne kal raat internet par padha tha na ki kaise auratein anjaan mardon ko apni cleavage dikha kar dominate karti hain? Bas wahi karo. It’s just a game, Geeti. Meri khushi ke liye... karogi?"
Geeti ka dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech wahi purani 'tingling' shuru ho gayi thi. "Main... main sochungi," usne kaha aur phone rakh diya.
Paanch minute tak Geeti kursi par baithi haanfti rahi. Uska sanskari mann 'nahi' keh raha tha, par uski 'hotwife' fantasy use uksa rahi thi. Usne aaine mein apna chehra dekha—hont laal the aur aankhein bhookhi thin. Usne bell bajayi.
Ting!
Do minute baad, Ramu Kaka cabin ke andar aaye. Unki nigaahein ab pehle se bhi zyada besharam thin. "Ji Ma'am? Kuch kaam tha?"
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. "Kaka... woh... yeh files zara side mein rakh dijiye."
Ramu Kaka paas aaye. Geeti ne notice kiya ki unki saansein thodi bhaari thin. Jab Kaka files utha rahe the, Geeti ne apna hath jan-boojhkar table se takraya aur uska mehnga pen phisal kar Kaka ke pairo ke paas gir gaya.
"Oh! Mera pen..." Geeti ne dabi hui aawaaz mein kaha.


Ramu Kaka jhukne hi wale the ki Geeti ne unhe roka. "Nahi, main utha leti hoon."
Geeti chair se uthi aur dheere se neeche jhuki. Usne apna pallu kaskar nahi pakda, balki use dheela chhod diya. Jaise hi woh neeche jhuki, uski patli chiffon saree ka pallu uske kandhe se poori tarah sarak gaya. Uska deep-neck blouse ab Ramu Kaka ki aankhon ke bilkul saamne tha.
Uski milky white cleavage, uske gore ubhaar (breasts) jo blouse se bahar aane ko betaab the, sab kuch Ramu Kaka ke liye ek nanga nazaara ban chuka tha. Geeti ne jaan-boojhkar pen uthane mein deri ki. Woh wahi ruki rahi, apni saanson ko mehsoos karte hue.


Usne mehsoos kiya ki kamre mein sannata chha gaya hai. Ramu Kaka ki saansein rukh gayin thin. Geeti ne tirchi nazar se dekha—Ramu Kaka ka muh adha khula tha, unki aankhein lagbhag bahar nikal aayi thin aur woh Geeti ki chhati ke us nazare ko aise pi rahe the jaise koi pyaasa paani peeta hai. Unka jism tharthara raha tha.
Geeti ko ek ajeeb sa 'dirty power' feel hua. Usne pen uthaya, pallu ko bohut hi dheere se wapas kandhe par dala aur khadi ho gayi. Usne dekha ki Ramu Kaka ke chehre par paseena aa gaya tha aur unka haath table ko kaskar pakde hue tha.


"Hogaya Kaka. Ab aap ja sakte hain," Geeti ne ek nasheeli muskurahat ke saath kaha.
Ramu Kaka bina kuch bole, ladkhadate qadmon se bahar nikal gaye. Unki halat aisi thi jaise unhone koi forbidden khazana dekh liya ho.
Geeti wapas kursi par gir padi. Uska poora badan pasine se lathpath tha. Usne turant table ke neeche apne haath se apni geeli jaanghon ko chhua. Uski panty ab tak bahaav se puri tarah bheeg chuki thi.
Usne kisi asal mard ke saath physical relation nahi banaya tha, par us saste chaprasi ko apni cleavage dikha kar use jo thrill mila tha, woh kisi orgasm se kam nahi tha. Use ehsaas hua ki woh 'Hotwife' banne ki raah par apna pehla 'Public Dare' poora kar chuki hai. Use guilt ho raha tha, darr lag raha tha, par woh aag... woh ab be-kaabu ho chuki thi.
Usne Soham ko message kiya: "Soham... maine kar diya. Ramu Kaka pagal ho gaye... aur main... main yahan cabin mein puri tarah se geeli ho chuki hoon."

Bus ki khidki se bahar nikalte hue dhalta suraj Geeti ke chehre par pad raha tha, par uske dimaag mein andhera chhaya hua tha. Aaj jo kuch bhi bank ke us band cabin mein hua, woh kisi bhayanak sapne jaisa lag raha tha. Ramu Kaka—ek aisa mard jise woh kabhi insaan bhi nahi samajhti thi—usne Geeti ke jism ko, uski cleavage ko itni besharmi se pi liya tha.

Geeti ki aankhon se ek aansu nikal kar uski gori gaal par ludhak gaya. "Kya main waqai apni maryada kho chuki hoon? Kya ek pen uthane ke bahane ek chaprasi ko apna nanga jism dikhana hi ab meri aukaat reh gayi hai?" use apne aap se ghin aa rahi thi.



 Use laga jaise uski saalon ki mehnat, uski dignity, uski bank manager wali izzat sab us cabin ke farsh par gir kar toot gayi ho.
Woh bus ki pichli seat par sarak kar baith gayi aur apna rumaal se chehra poncha. Uska dil rone ko kar raha tha, par tabhi uske bag mein rakha phone lagatar vibrate karne laga.
Darrte-darte usne phone nikala. Umeed thi ki shayad Soham ka call hoga, par screen par Instagram ke notifications ka toofaan tha. Usne account khola aur uski aankhein hairani se phati ki phati reh gayin.
Sirf 24 ghanton mein uske 1000 se zyada followers ho chuke the. Kal raat ki un adhi-nangi photos ne internet par aag laga di thi. Woh un comments ko scroll karne lagi.
"The most beautiful hotwife on the internet."
"I can't stop thinking about her heavy curves."
"Please, Ma'am, show us your office look today."
Dheere-dheere, woh bhayanak guilt ek 'guilty thrill' mein badalne laga. Jo Ramu Kaka ki nazar ne use dard diya tha, wahi dard ab hazaron anjaan mardon ki tareefon se ek nasheela marham ban raha tha. Use ehsaas hua ki duniya use ek bank manager ki tarah nahi, balki ek 'Desirable Goddess' ki tarah dekh rahi hai.
Uski saansein phir se bhaari hone lagin. Bus ke hichkole uske jism mein wahi purani sirsirahat paida kar rahe the. Usne dekha ki bus ki pichli seat khali hai aur koi use dekh nahi raha.
Uski ungliyan ab be-kaabu thin. Usne apna camera on kiya. Aaj usne wahi grey chiffon saree pehni thi jo uske badan se chipki hui thi. Usne apna chehra camera se bahar rakha—sirf uski thodi (chin), uske plum lipstick se chamakte raseele honth, aur uske neeche uske blouse ka woh gehra 'V' cut dikh raha tha.
Geeti ne apna ek haath uthaya aur apne baalon ke peeche le gayi, jisse uski saree ka pallu thoda aur sarak gaya aur uski gori, makhmali bagal (armpit) saaf nazar aane lagi. Usne apna pet (belly) thoda andar kheecha taaki uski naabhi (navel) aur kamar ka curve bilkul saaf dikhe. Usne ek aisi nasheeli aur 'slutty' selfie click ki jisme uska jism cheekh-cheekh kar apna naya roop dikha raha tha.
Kaanpte haathon se usne wahi photo Instagram par post kar di.
Caption likha: "Today’s office look... How do I look? ? #Hotwife #OfficeDesires #NaughtyManager"


Post karte hi uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek jordaar 'squirt' mehsoos hua. Woh guilty thi, woh darr rahi thi, par woh apni is 'nayi pehchan' ko ab poori tarah gale laga chuki thi. Woh ab sirf Geeti nahi thi... woh @DesiHotwife_G ban rahi thi, aur use ab anjaan mardon ki hawas se bhare comments ka intezaar tha.