Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

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Somwar ki subah jab Geeti bank ke main entrance par pahunchi, toh wahan ki fiza hi badli hui thi. Aaj woh Geeti nahi thi jise log ek sakht manager ke roop mein jaante the; aaj woh ek aisi qayamat thi jise dekh kar kisi ka bhi dil dhadak jaye.
Geeti ne aaj wahi peach-coloured transparent chiffon saree pehni thi jo Soham ne use dilaayi thi. Saree ka kapda itna barik aur makhmali tha ki Geeti ki gori skin ke saath bilkul sat gaya tha. Uska blouse sirf patli dori se bandha hua backless design tha, jo uski nangi peeth ko poori tarah numaish kar raha tha. Jab woh chalti, toh uski kamar par bandhi woh barik sone ki chain (waist chain) chiffon ke kapde ke aar-paar halki si chamakti, aur har qadam ke saath uske pairo ki chandi ki payal 'chhun-chhun' karke poore corridor mein ek nasheeli aawaaz paida kar rahi thin.
Jaise hi usne bank ke hall mein qadam rakha, wahan ka kaam jaise thamm sa gaya. Ek pal ke liye sannata chha gaya, aur phir har mard ki nazar us par aakar tik gayi.


Geeti ko aaj behad sharam (shyness) mehsoos ho rahi thi. Woh aam taur par itna 'open' hokar kabhi bahar nahi nikli thi. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki saree itni patli hai ki uski naabhi (navel) aur uski kamar ka har mod saaf dikh raha hai. Uska mann kar raha tha ki woh apna pallu kaskar seene par lapet le aur apni nangi peeth ko chhupa le, par use Soham ki woh baat yaad aayi—"Logon ko dekhne do... apni sharam ko apni taqat banao."
Geeti ki woh sharam, uski jhuki hui nigaahein, aur uske chehre par aayi laali ne use aur bhi zyada seductive bana diya tha. Woh koi besharam aurat nahi lag rahi thi, balki ek aisi khoobsurat shikar lag rahi thi jo anjaane mein apni numaish kar rahi ho.
"Good morning, Ma'am..." Ek clerk ne haklate hue kaha, uska pen uske haath se phisal gaya jab usne Geeti ki gori peeth dekhi.
Geeti ne halke se sar hilaya, uski payal phir se jhankar uthi. Use mehsoos hua ki bank ke mard kisi 'panchhiyon ke jhund' (flock of birds) ki tarah uske aaspas mandrane lage hain. Koi file ke bahane uske cabin ki taraf bhaag raha tha, toh koi pani peene ke bahane raste mein khada ho gaya tha taaki use kareeb se dekh sake.
Jab woh apne cabin ki taraf ja rahi thi, usne notice kiya ki har mard ki nigaah uski kamar par bandhi us sone ki chain par thi jo saree ke neeche se jhalak rahi thi. Use ek ajeeb sa 'thrill' mehsoos hua. Use laga jaise woh nangi hai, par phir bhi kapdo mein hai.


Rohan (Intern) apne desk par baitha tha. Jaise hi usne Geeti ko dekha, uske hosh ud gaye. Usne kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki uski 'Ma'am' itni bold aur qayamat lag sakti hain. Usne dekha ki Geeti ke baal ab layers mein uski nangi peeth par khel rahe hain. Rohan ka gala sookh gaya aur uska dimaag sunn ho gaya.
Geeti apne cabin mein pahunchi aur darwaza band karne hi wali thi ki usne dekha ki Ramu Kaka bhi wahi khade hain, tray pakde hue. Unki aankhein aaj pehle se bhi zyada bhookhi thin. Woh Geeti ki payal ki aawaaz aur uski kamar ki lachak dekh kar lagbhag madhosh ho chuke the.
Geeti ne cabin ka darwaza band kiya aur kursi par baith gayi. Uska poora badan pasine se lathpath tha—sharam se bhi aur us anjaan mardana attention se milne wali hawas se bhi. Usne dekha ki uska pallu phir se kandhe se sarak gaya hai. Usne use theek karne ke liye haath uthaya, par phir ruk gayi.
Usne aaine mein apna naya roop dekha. Peach saree, bikhre baal, chamakti waist chain aur pairo mein woh shaitani payal. Usne mehsoos kiya ki bank ke mardon ka woh 'jhund' bahar sirf ek ishaare ka intezaar kar raha hai. Uska 'Bank Manager' wala roop aaj poori tarah uski 'Seductive Charm' ke niche dab chuka tha. Woh guilty thi, par woh sharam use ek aisi aag de rahi thi ki uska jism ab waqayi 'burst' hone ke liye be-chain tha.
Uski payal ki har 'chhun-chhun' use yaad dila rahi thi ki aaj woh yahan kaam karne nahi, balki apni numaish karne aayi hai.
Geeti cabin mein baithi thi, par uska dhyan files mein nahi tha. Use bahar se logon ki aawazein sunayi de rahi thin. Use pata tha ki bahar har koi usi ke baare mein baat kar raha hai.
Tabhi usne notice kiya ki cabin ke glass partition ke paar se kuch log use dekhne ki koshish kar rahe hain. Usne apna sir jhuka liya, par uski nangi peeth abhi bhi wahi chamak rahi thi. Usne dheere se apne pairo ko table ke neeche hilaaya... chhun-chhun. Woh aawaaz use bata rahi thi ki khel ab shuru ho chuka hai.
Uski sharam ab dhire-dhire ek 'invitation' mein badal rahi thi. Use Rohan ka intezaar tha... aur shayad us saste Ramu Kaka ka bhi, jinhe aaj woh apni is nayi 'waist chain' ka nazaara dikhane wali thi.




Bank ke cabin ki thandi AC hawa mein aaj Geeti ke naye French perfume ki mehak ghuli hui thi. Geeti apni chair par baithi thodi bechain thi, baar-baar apne pallu ko sambhaalne ki koshish kar rahi thi jo uski peach chiffon saree ke phisalne ki wajah se bar-bar sarak raha tha. Tabhi, upar ki floor se bhari qadmon ki aawaaz aayi aur cabin ke darwaze par ek zoradar dastak hui.
Darwaza khula aur andar Raghavan ne qadam rakha. Raghavan, jo paanch branches ka head tha aur Geeti ka immediate boss, ek roabdaar aur sakht mard tha. Uska office theek Geeti ke cabin ke upar dusri floor par tha, par woh aksar neeche nahi aata tha.
Jaise hi Raghavan ne andar qadam rakha, woh wahi thithak gaya. Usne Geeti ko hamesha cotton ki boring sarees aur band galon wale blouses mein dekha tha. Aaj uske saamne jo aurat baithi thi, woh Geeti toh thi, par uske jism se nikalne wala 'aurat-pan' kisi bijli ki tarah Raghavan ko jhatka de gaya.
"Good morning, Raghavan Sir... aap yahan? Kuch kaam tha?" Geeti ne khade hote hue kaha. Uske khade hote hi uski chandi ki payal ne chhun-chhun ki ek nasheeli jhankaar paida ki.




Raghavan ki nigaahein Geeti ke chehre par rukne ki jagah, uski nangi peeth aur phir uski patli kamar par ja tiki, jahan woh sone ki barik chain saree ke peach rang ke paar chamak rahi thi. Raghavan ne ek bhari ghoont nigla, uski aankhon mein hairani aur hawas ka ek mila-jula rang tha.
"Haan... woh... pichle mahine ke audit reports aur agle quarter ke targets discuss karne the," Raghavan ne apni aawaaz ko sambhaalte hue kaha, par woh chair par baithte waqt bhi Geeti ke us naye roop se apni nigaahein hata nahi pa raha tha.
Geeti ne file aage badhayi. "Sir, targets toh humne achieve kar liye hain, par..."
Raghavan ne file pakadne ke bahaane Geeti ki ungliyon ko halke se chhua. Uska sparsh (touch) kaafi garam aur adhikaar bhara tha. "Targets toh tumne bohut acche se achieve kiye hain Geeti... par aaj tum kuch... badli-badli lag rahi ho. Kuch zyada hi... 'approachable' lag rahi ho."
Geeti ka chehra sharam se laal ho gaya. "Sir, woh... bas thoda makeover kiya hai. Soham chahta tha ki main thoda modern dikhu."
Raghavan ne chair piche karke apne pair phailaye aur Geeti ko ghoorte hue kaha, "Soham ki choice bohut 'bold' hai. Yeh saree... yeh kamarband... tum jaanti ho na bank ka mahaul tumhari is payal ki aawaaz se kitna disturbed ho raha hoga?"
Geeti ne nazrein jhuka li. "Sorry sir, agar aapko bura laga toh..."
"Bura nahi, Geeti... main toh hairan hoon," Raghavan ne dhimi aur bhari aawaaz mein kaha. Uska dhyan ab Geeti ke us deep-neck blouse par tha jahan se uski cleavage saaf jhaank rahi thi. "Paanch branches handle karta hoon main, par aisi 'attractive' manager maine pehle kabhi nahi dekhi."


Tabhi, darwaza halke se khula aur Ramu Kaka tray lekar andar aaye. "Ma'am... Sir... chai."
Ramu Kaka ki nigaahein hamesha ki tarah Geeti ki naabhi aur uski waist chain par jam gayin. Woh tray rakhne ke bahaane Geeti ke bilkul paas aa gaye aur jhuk kar uski payal ko dekhne lage. Unki aankhon mein wahi sasti hawas thi.
Raghavan ne Ramu Kaka ki us gandi nazar ko fauran notice kar liya. Uska mardana guroor jaag utha. Use bura laga ki ek chaprasi us aurat ko ghoor raha hai jise woh khud apne dimaag mein nanga kar raha tha.
"Kaka!" Raghavan ne zor se chillaya. "Chai rakh di? Ab yahan khade hokar kya makhkhiyan maar rahe ho? Niklo bahar!"
Ramu Kaka hadbada kar piche hate. "Ji... ji saab. Woh bas..."
"Maine kaha bahar jao!" Raghavan ne gusse mein kaha. Ramu Kaka darr ke maare ladkhadate hue bahar nikal gaye.
Cabin mein phir se khamoshi chha gayi, par ab yeh khamoshi aur bhi zyada bhari thi. Raghavan ne Geeti ki taraf dekha aur bohut hi dhime se kaha, "In jaise saste logon ko tum bohut zyada dheel de rahi ho, Geeti. Tumhara yeh naya roop... yeh har kisi ke liye nahi hai. Sabki himmat badh rahi hai tumhe dekh kar."
Geeti ne mehsoos kiya ki Raghavan ki nigaahein ab uski saree ke us hisse par thin jo thoda aur neeche sarak gaya tha. "Sir, main toh bas..."
"Tum bohut hi khatarnak lag rahi ho aaj," Raghavan ne file band ki aur uth kar Geeti ki chair ke paas aa gaya. Usne jhuk kar Geeti ke kaan ke paas kaha, "Agli baar discussion mere office mein hoga, upar floor par. Wahan koi Ramu Kaka humein disturb nahi karega. Samjhi?"
Geeti ka poora badan tharthara utha. Usne Raghavan ki aankhon mein wahi 'Hotwife' wala amantran (invitation) dekha. Raghavan wahan se chala gaya, par Geeti ki payal abhi bhi uski thartharahat se chhunn-chhunn kar rahi thi. Use ehsaas hua ki usne sirf ek chaprasi ya intern ko nahi, balki apne sabse bade boss ko bhi apne is naye jaal mein fansa liya hai.
Uski panty ab itni geeli thi ki kursi par baithna mushkil ho raha tha. Usne Soham ko message kiya: "Soham... Raghavan Sir aaye the. Woh meri kamar ki chain dekh kar pagal ho rahe hain...

Bank se nikalte waqt Geeti ke pair zameen par nahi pad rahe the. Raghavan sir ki woh bhari aawaaz, unka uske kaan ke paas aakar fusfusana, aur unki woh hawas bhari nigaahein jo uski kamar ki chain ko noch rahi thin—yeh sab Geeti ke dimaag mein ek toofaan paida kar chuke the. Woh 'dead horny' thi. Uska poora jism aag ki tarah tap raha tha, aur uski peach chiffon saree uski tapish se uske badan par chipak rahi thi.
Bus stop par bheed thi, par Geeti ko aaj us bheed se darr nahi, balki ek ajeeb sa nasha mehsoos ho raha tha. Jaise hi bus aayi, woh bheed ko chirte hue andar chadh gayi. Khushkismati se, peeche ki taraf ek kone wali seat (end seat) khali thi. Woh khidki ke sahare wahan baith gayi. Bus mein bheed toh thi, par itni nahi ki log ek-doosre par lade hon.
Baithte hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uski payal ki chhun-chhun bheed ke shor mein bhi use ek alag 'identity' de rahi hai. Usne apna phone nikala. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. Usne apna 'DesiHotwife_G' wala account khola. Kal raat ke us shaktishali dildo session aur aaj bank ke us 'cleavage dare' ke baad, uska confidence aasmaan par tha.
Usne camera on kiya. Usne chehra chhupaya, par camera ka rukh niche kiya. Usne apni saree ko jaan-boojhkar thoda sarkaaya taaki uski gori naabhi (navel) aur uske charon taraf lipti woh sone ki kamarband (waist chain) bilkul saaf dikhe. Usne ek selfie li jisme uske honth halke se khule the aur uska ek haath uske blouse ke deep cut ke paas tha.
Usne post kiya: "In the bus... feeling so wet after a long day at the bank. Anyone wants to touch this gold chain?"





Post karte hi uske pet mein ek mitha dard utha. Woh ab waqayi ek be-sharam exhibitionist ban chuki thi.
Tabhi, bus ek stop par ruki. Kuch log utre aur kuch naye mard andar aaye. Geeti khidki ke bahar dekh rahi thi, par tabhi usne mehsoos kiya ki koi uske bilkul bagal wali khali seat par aakar baith gaya hai.
Geeti ne halke se nazrein ghumaayin aur uske ronge khade ho gaye.
Wahi mazdoor. Wahi ganda, paseene se lathpath aadmi jisne pichle hafte bheed ka fayda utha kar Geeti ke hosh uda diye the. Uske kapde dhool se bhare the, uske baal bikhre hue the, aur uski wahi sasti bidi aur raw mardana paseene ki boo Geeti ke mehange French perfume se takrane lagi.
Geeti ne use dekha, aur us mard ne bhi Geeti ko pehchan liya. Usne dekha ki wahi 'Madam' aaj aur bhi zyada qayamat lag rahi hai. Usne Geeti ki transparent peach saree ke paar jhaankti uski gori peeth aur uski kamar par chamakti woh sone ki chain dekhi. Us mazdoor ki aankhon mein ek aisi nangi hawas thi jo kisi janwar ki tarah thi.
Geeti ne pehle ki tarah na toh gussa dikhaya, na hi woh uth kar khadi hui. Woh wahi baithi rahi, apni saanson ko kaabu karne ki koshish karti hui. Uska dimaag cheekh raha tha—"Yeh wahi ghatiya aadmi hai... yeh tumhe phir se chhuena chahta hai!"—par uska jism us zillat ke liye tadap raha tha.
Us mazdoor ne himmat badhaai. Woh dheere se Geeti ki taraf aur zyada sarak gaya. Dono ki jaanghein (thighs) ek-doosre se satne lagin. Geeti ki chikni, makhmali jaangh us mazdoor ki khurduri aur matti se bhari pant se ragad khane lagi.




Bohut bheed hai na, Madam?" us mard ne ek behad gandi aur dabi hui aawaaz mein pucha. Uska lehza aisa tha jaise woh jaanta ho ki Geeti ek 'ra*di' ban chuki hai.
Geeti ne koi jawab nahi diya, par usne apni jaangh piche bhi nahi hatai. Usne bus ki support rod ko kaskar pakad liya, jisse uski cleavage aur bhi zyada ubhar kar bahar aa gayi. Us mazdoor ne dekha ki Geeti koi virodh nahi kar rahi hai. Usne apna haath dheere se seat par rakha, itna kareeb ki uski ungliyan Geeti ki saree ke pallu ko chhoo rahi thin.
Geeti ne aankhein band kar lin. Uske dimaag mein Instagram ke woh gande comments goonj rahe the—"I want a low-class labourer to use my high-class wife." Aaj woh fantasy uske bilkul bagal mein baithi thi. Use ehsaas hua ki woh mard use soongh raha hai, uske gore badan ki garmi ko pi raha hai.
Bus ne ek jhatka khaya, aur us mazdoor ka poora kandha Geeti ke naram seene se kaskar ragad gaya. Geeti ne ek dabi hui siski li—"Mmmhh..."
Woh mard aur bhi daring ho gaya. Usne dekha ki Geeti ka dhyan apne phone par hai, par uska jism tharthara raha hai. Usne apna nanga, matti se sana haath dheere se Geeti ki gori kamar ki taraf badhaya, wahi jahan woh waist chain chamak rahi thi...
Geeti ka pet buri tarah aithne laga. Uska 'Hotwife' janam ab poori tarah haavi ho chuka tha. Woh ek izzatdaar manager thi, par is waqt us bus ke kone mein, woh sirf ek bhookhi aurat thi jo ek saste mazdoor ke touch ke liye mar rahi thi.
Usne phone par wahi post dobara dekhi aur mehsoos kiya ki us mazdoor ki ungliyan ab uski saree ke patle kapde ke paar uski nangi kamar ko chhone hi wali hain...

Achanak, us mazdoor ne apna khurdura aur matti se sana haath Geeti ki gori jaangh (thigh) par rakh diya. Chiffon ka kapda itna patla tha ki Geeti ko uski ungliyon ki har ek lakeer apni nangi skin par mehsoos hui.
Geeti darr gayi. Usne jhatke se apna pair thoda side kiya. "Yeh... yeh aap kya kar rahe hain? Haath hataiye!" usne thodi sakhti se kaha, par uski aawaaz mein woh dum nahi tha jo ek manager ki aawaaz mein hota hai. Uska gala sukha hua tha.
Woh mard zara bhi nahi dara. Usne ek gehri, hawas bhari hansi hasi aur apne jeb se ek purana, crack screen wala sasta smartphone nikala. Usne screen Geeti ke chehre ke bilkul samne kar di.
Geeti ki aankhein darr aur shock se phat gayin.
Phone par Instagram khula tha. Aur wahan wahi photo thi jo Geeti ne abhi 10 minute pehle bus mein baith kar post ki thi—uski gori naabhi, uski kamarband (waist chain) aur uske raseele hont. Woh aadmi uska follower tha! Woh @DesiHotwife_G ko follow kar raha tha.
"Ma'am... aapne hi toh likha hai na?" us mard ne ek ghair-tehzeeb aur bhari aawaaz mein kaha. Usne post ka caption padha, "Anyone wants to touch this gold chain?"
Geeti ka poora badan tharthara utha. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki reality aur fantasy itni jaldi mil jayengi. Uska 'secret' ab uske bilkul bagal mein baitha tha, aur woh bhi ek aisa mard jise woh sadak par dekhna bhi pasand na kare.
"T-tumhe kaise... tum mujhe follow karte ho?" Geeti ne haklate hue pucha.




Main hi nahi, Ma'am... hum jaise bohut se log aapke is badan ke liye pagal hain," usne phone wapas jeb mein dala aur ab aur bhi zyada daring hokar Geeti se bilkul chipak gaya. Usne apna haath phirse Geeti ki jaangh par rakha aur is baar use kaskar dabaya. "Aapne pucha tha na ki kisi ko yeh chain chhuni hai? Mujhe chhuni hai."
Geeti ki saansein phool gayin. Woh kuch bolna chahti thi, par us mard ki predatory nigaahon ne use sunn kar diya tha. Woh mazdoor ab aur bhi kareeb aa gaya, uska chehra Geeti ke kaan ke paas tha, jahan se Geeti ka naya parlour-fresh nasha (perfume) aa raha tha.
Usne apna haath Geeti ki jaangh se sarkaate hue upar kheencha. Geeti ki transparent saree ke paar uska haath ab Geeti ki gori, makhmali kamar (waist) tak pahunch gaya tha. Geeti ne aankhein kaskar band kar lin aur bus ki seat ka handle pakad liya.
Us mazdoor ki khurduri ungliyan ab seedha us sone ki barik chain (waist chain) tak pahunch gayin thin. Usne us chain ko pakda aur use halka sa kheencha.
"Uff... kitni gori skin hai aapki, Madam... aur yeh chain toh jaise is par bijli ki tarah chamak rahi hai," usne chain ko touch karte hue kaha.
Geeti ne ek bhari siskari li—"Mmmhh..." Us mard ki matti se bhari ungliyan jab Geeti ki nangi skin aur us metal chain par ragad kha rahi thin, toh Geeti ko aisa 'dirty' pleasure mila jo dildo se milne wale pleasure se kahin zyada raw aur khatarnak tha. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki woh mard use apni nigaahon se poori tarah nanga kar chuka hai.
Woh mard ruka nahi. Usne chain ko touch karte-karte apna angutha Geeti ki naabhi (navel) ke bilkul kareeb le gaya. Geeti ka pet andar ki taraf kunchit (contract) hua. Uska jism aag ki tarah tap raha tha aur uski panty ab tak puri tarah se bahaav se san chuki thi. Woh bheed wali bus mein, ek anjaan saste mard ke hathon apni 'Hotwife' fantasy ko real hote dekh rahi thi.
Bus ke hichkole aur us mard ka badhta hua dabav Geeti ko ek aisi jagah le ja raha tha jahan se lautna namumkin tha. Us mard ne apna doosra haath Geeti ke kandhe par rakha aur uski backless saree ki dori ko halka sa chhua...
"Madam... agla stop mera hai. Utarna hai kya saath?" usne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath pucha.
Geeti ki dhadkan rukh gayi. Use pata tha ki agar woh utri, toh aaj raat Soham ko batane ke liye sirf 'photos' nahi hongi, balki ek asli mard ki hawas ke nishaan honge.
Yeh scene ab poori tarah se 'out of control' ho raha tha. Geeti ka sanskari mann cheekh raha tha, par uski 'Hotwife' aatma us mazdoor ke touch mein doobi hui thi.
Bus ke kone wali seat par Geeti ki halat aisi ho gayi thi jaise woh kisi gehri beemari ya behad shaktishali nashe ki girfat mein ho. Uska gora badan paseene se lathpath tha, aur peach chiffon saree uske jism se kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipak gayi thi. Sharam, darr aur behad shaktishali hawas ka ek aisa toofaan uske andar utha tha jo use saans lene mein bhi takleef de raha tha.
Us mazdoor mard ka khurdura haath abhi bhi uski sone ki kamarband (waist chain) par tika hua tha. Geeti ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki bus ke har jhatke ke saath uski ungliyan uski nangi skin par ghis rahi hain.
"Bas... bas kijiye..." Geeti ne haanfte hue, bohut hi dhimi aur kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. Uske hont sookh rahe the. "Aapne... aapne chhunn liya na chain? Ab... ab please utar jaiye."
Woh mard hansa, ek aisi sasti aur mardana hansi jo Geeti ke dimaag ki saari dignity ko cheer rahi thi. Woh aur bhi kareeb jhuka, itna kareeb ki uski paseene se bhari shirt Geeti ke naram kandhe par ragad kha rahi thi.
"Madam... aap jaisi unchi aurat hum jaise saste logon ke naseeb mein kahan?" usne ek nasheeli, ghatiya tone mein kaha. "Aaj naseeb ne mauka diya hai, toh thoda sukoon toh lene dijiye."
Bina koi mauka diye, us mard ne apna sar neeche kiya aur Geeti ki gori gardan (neck) ke paas, jahan se paseene ki ek boond blouse ke deep cut ki taraf ja rahi thi, wahan apni jeebh fer di. Usne Geeti ka paseena chaat (licked) liya.
Geeti ki aankhein jhatke se band ho gayin aur uska poora jism kaman ki tarah ainth gaya. Ek sadak-chaap mard ne uski gardan ko chaata tha! Woh ghin jo use aani chahiye thi, woh is waqt hawas ki aag mein jal kar raakh ho gayi. Woh paseene ka swad aur us mard ki khurduri jeebh ne Geeti ke dimaag ka fuse uda diya.
Tabhi, us mard ne apni ungliyon se Geeti ki nangi kamar par, theek us sone ki chain ke paas, ek zoradar chutki (pinch) kaati.
"Mmmhhhhh... ahhhh!" Geeti ke muh se ek behad sensual aur dard se bhari moan nikal gayi. Usne kaskar bus ki seat ke handle ko pakda.
Woh dard aur woh zillat... us 'dirty' touch ne Geeti ke andar us 'phatne' wale ehsaas ko trigger kar diya. Use kisi physical stimulation ki zaroorat nahi padi. Us mard ki predatory nazar, uski gandi jeebh ka sparsh, aur hazaron anjaan mardon ke comments ka dhyan—sab milkar ek shaktishali explosion mein badal gaye.




Geeti ne mehsoos kiya ki uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek jordaar jhatka laga. Bina uske haath lagaye, sirf us 'thrill' se, uski chut ne ek shaktishali release (squirt) kiya. Uska garam ras uski panty ko poori tarah bhighota hua uski peach saree ke kapde tak pahunch gaya. Uski jaanghein bedamm hokar thartharane lagin.
Theek usi waqt bus ek stop par ruki.
Woh mard muskuraaya, usne dekha ki Geeti abhi-abhi release hui hai aur uski aankhein nashe mein dhundhli hain. Usne Geeti ki kamar se haath hataya aur khada ho gaya.
"Agli baar phir milenge, Madam... tab tak apni ye chain chamka kar rakhna," usne ek shaitani ishara kiya aur bheed mein ojhal hokar bus se utar gaya.
Geeti wahi seat par dher padi rahi. Uski saansein itni tez thin ki uska seena blouse se bahar nikalne ko betaab lag raha tha. Woh wahi nangi, geeli aur apmanit (humiliated) halat mein baithi thi. Uska poora badan pasine se bhiga tha, aur uski saree par uski 'release' ka geela nishaan ab saaf dikh raha tha. Woh 'Bank Manager' nahi thi, woh wahi 'Hotwife' thi jisne ek anjaan mazdoor ke hathon bus mein apna nasha release kiya tha.
Bus aage badh gayi, par Geeti wahi sunn baithi rahi, darrte hue ki ab ghar ja kar Soham ko kya batayegi aur us naye 'mark' (pinch ka nishaan) ko kaise chhupayegi... ya shayad dikhayegi?
Geeti jab bus se utri, toh uske pair ladkhada rahe the. Usne apni saree ko is tarah adjust kiya ki woh geela nishaan thoda chhup jaye, par uski 'waist chain' ki har jhankaar use us mard ki ungliyon ki yaad dila rahi thi.
Ghar ka darwaza khula aur Soham saamne tha. Usne dekha Geeti ke baal bikhre hain, chehra laal hai aur saree pasine mein doobi hui.





Geeti? Kya hua? Tumhari halat..." Soham ne pucha, par uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.
Geeti ne bina kuch kahe apna bag phenka aur Soham ke gale lag kar rone lagi... par yeh rona dukh ka nahi, us 'dirty thrill' ka tha jo use ab aur chahiye tha.
"Soham... usne... usne mujhe phir se chhua... aur maine... maine bus mein hi..." usse aage bola nahi gaya.

Waiting for the next bigg updates