Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

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Ghar ke band kamre mein ab hawas ki deewarein bhi pasine se bheeg chuki thin. Soham ne jab Geeti ke bikhre hue baal aur uski thartharati halat dekhi, toh uska mardana guroor aur uski 'Hotwife' fantasy apne charam par pahunch gayi. Geeti ki aankhon mein wahi bhookh thi jo kisi janwar mein hoti hai—woh bus wala mazdoor, bank ka Raghavan, Rohan ki flirting aur Ramu Kaka ki gandi nazar... sab milkar Geeti ke jism ko ek dehekta hua koyla bana chuke the.




"Soham... please... I can't take it anymore," Geeti ne haanfte hue kaha, uska haath apni sone ki kamarband par tha jise us mazdoor ne abhi kuch der pehle nochha tha. "Will you... will you help me?"


Soham ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath uski gori, paseene se bhari garden ko chhua. "Nahi Geeti... aaj nahi. Aaj tumhare jism par un mardon ka nasha hai. Tumne unhe invite kiya hai, toh unhi ke khayalon mein tripti (satisfaction) dhoondo. Jo gift maine diya tha... use lekar jao."


Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uska pati use uksa raha tha ki woh un anjaan mardon ki 'chahat' mein khud ko tabaah kar le. Geeti ne woh bada, kala vibrator dildo uthaya aur bathroom ki taraf bhagi. Usne darwaza andar se lock kiya aur wahi bathroom ke thande farsh par dher ho gayi.


Usne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Andhere mein use Raghavan ka woh robdaar chehra dikha jo uske kaan ke paas gandi baatein kar raha tha... phir use Rohan ka woh jawan jism dikha jo use 'Madam' keh kar pukaar raha tha... aur sabse zyada, use wahi bus wala mazdoor dikha jiska paseena usne abhi apni garden par mehsoos kiya tha.


Geeti ne apni peach chiffon saree ko dhire-dhire apni jaanghon tak upar uthaya. Uski panty pehle hi bahaav se puri tarah bheeg kar uske jism se chipak gayi thi. Usne apna haath apni raseeli daraar par rakha aur use zor-zor se rub karne lagi.


"Ahhhhh... mmm... Kaka... Raghavan... Rohan..." uske muh se behad raseeli aur gandi siskariyan nikalne lagin.


Usne dildo uthaya, par ise andar dalne se pehle usne use dhyan se dekha. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki yeh wahi bada mardana ang hai jo in sab mardon ke paas hai aur woh sab bari-bari se ise Geeti ke andar utaar rahe hain. Geeti ne ek behad besharm harkat ki—usne dildo ke top ko apne muh mein liya aur use kisi asli lund ki tarah chaatne (licking) lagi. Uska nasha ab hosh ki hadein paar kar chuka tha.



Usne niche dekha—uski 'Hotwife' pehchan ab poori tarah nangi thi. Uski raseeli chut bahaav se chamak rahi thi, jaise keh rahi ho ki ab aur intezaar nahi hota.


"Ab aao... ab mujhe khatam kar do," Geeti ne bud-budate hue dildo ka vibrator full speed par 'ON' kiya.


Bzzzzzzzzzz... Vibrations ki woh bhari aawaaz bathroom ki tiles se takra kar goonjne lagi. Geeti ne dildo ka top apni sooji hui daraar par tikaaya aur dubaara un sab mardon ke chehre yaad kiye. Usne imagine kiya ki woh bus wala mazdoor use piche se pakde hue hai aur Raghavan samne se use ghoor raha hai...


Aur phir... asli khel shuru hua. Usne ek jhatke mein us mote dildo ko apne andar poora utaar diya.

Bathroom ke thande tiles par Geeti nangi leti hui thi, par uska poora jism ek dehekta hua koyla ban chuka tha. Usne us mote, kale dildo ko pakda aur uske top ko apni raseeli, sooji hui daraar par tikaya. Vibrations ki bzzzz aawaaz uske kaano mein kisi shaitani sangeet ki tarah goonj rahi thi.


Jaise hi usne us mote dildo ko ek jhatke mein apne andar utara, uske muh se ek gehri aur dard-bhari siskari nikli—"OHHHHH GODOOO... AHHH!"


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Usne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Uska dimaag ab hosh mein nahi tha. Usne imagine kiya ki woh abhi bhi us bus ki pichli seat par hai. Woh ganda, paseene se lathpath mazdoor ab sirf chhu nahi raha tha, balki usne Geeti ki mehngi peach saree phad di hai aur apne kale, sakht lund ko Geeti ke is gora aur high-class badan ke andar poori tarah utaar diya hai. Use us mazdoor ki wahi raw, sasti aur gandi smell (boo) apne naak ke paas mehsoos ho rahi thi. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki woh mazdoor uski raseeli chut ko apne 'dirty' aur 'rough' jhatkon se noch raha hai.


"Haan... haan... aur zor se... gande mazdoor... bhar do mujhe..." Geeti pagalpan mein bad-badane lagi. Dildo uske andar kisi wild mard ki tarah vibrate kar raha tha, aur Geeti apni jaanghon ko kaskar dildo par ragad rahi thi.


Phir usne dildo ko thoda bahar khincha aur phir se andar dala, par is baar khayal badal gaya. Usne imagine kiya Ramu Kaka ko. Woh mota, 50 saal ka chaprasi ab uske bank ke cabin mein uske upar chadha hua hai. Woh ganda chaprasi jise woh kabhi pani laane ko kehti thi, ab wahi apni sasti hawas se Geeti ki 'Manager' wali dignity ko tabaah kar raha hai. Geeti ne dildo ki speed aur badha di, yeh soch kar ki Ramu Kaka uske gore ubhaaron (breasts) ko apne khurdure hathon se masal rahe hain.



"Ahhh... Kaka... dekh lo apni Manager ko... kitni bhookhi hai aapke liye..." Geeti ki siskariyan ab wild moans mein badal chuki thin. Uska gora badan paseene se chamak raha tha aur uski sone ki kamarband uske har jhatke ke saath tiles par chhunn-chhunn kar rahi thi.


Lekin sabse bada jhatka abhi baaki tha. Usne dildo ko poori tarah bahar nikala aur use apne honton se phir se chaata, aur phir use itni zor se andar dhakela ki woh uski bachaadani (womb) tak ja takraya. Ab dimaag mein Raghavan Sir ka chehra tha. Uska roabdaar Boss.


Geeti ne imagine kiya ki Raghavan Sir ne use audit ke bahane cabin mein bulaya aur wahi table par lita diya hai. Raghavan ki woh high-class par hawas se bhari mardangi use dominate kar rahi hai. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki Raghavan Sir uske kaan mein gandi gaaliyan de rahe hain aur keh rahe hain ki kaise unhone is 'Sanskari Manager' ko ek 'Dirty Hotwife' mein badal diya hai.


Dildo ki vibrations aur Geeti ka un mardon ka khayal milkar ek aisi aag ban gaye jise ab rokna namumkin tha. Geeti ka jism kaman ki tarah ainth gaya. Usne dildo ko itni tezi se andar-bahar kiya ki uski chut se nikalne wala 'juice' farsh par tapakne laga.


"Rohan... Raghavan... Kaka... MAZDOOOOR... sab milkar... ahhhhhh YES!"



Geeti ki aankhein upar chadh gayin. Uska jism ek jordaar jhatke ke saath sakht ho gaya. Uska orgasm itna wild tha ki woh bathroom ke farsh par machalne lagi. Uska garam ras dildo ke saath-saath baahar nikal raha tha. Woh bank manager, woh pati-vrata aurat ab poori tarah tabaah ho chuki thi... woh sirf ek mard ki nahi, balki har us mard ki 'property' ban chuki thi jisne aaj use hawas se ghoora tha.


Woh wahi nangi, paseene mein bheegi hui bathroom ke farsh par haanfti rahi, dildo abhi bhi uske geela aur raseele badan ke paas vibrate kar raha tha.

Soham bathroom ke darwaze ke bahar khada Geeti ki un siskariyon aur dildo ki bzzzz aawaaz ko sunkar ek ajeeb hi nasha mehsoos kar raha tha. Jab usne Geeti ke muh se "Mazdoor," "Kaka," aur "Raghavan" jaise naam sune, toh use samajh aa gaya ki uski patni ab puri tarah se 'Hotwife' banne ke daldal mein utar chuki hai. Uska mardana guroor is baat mein tha ki hazaron mard uski patni ke badan ke liye pagal hain, aur Geeti khud un saste mardon ke khayalon mein apni pyaas bujha rahi hai.


"Kal ka din Geeti ki zindagi ka sabse bada din hoga," Soham ne muskuraate hue socha. "Ab waqt aa gaya hai ki duniya ko 'DesiHotwife_G' ka live jalwa dikhaya jaye."


Thodi der baad bathroom ka darwaza khula. Geeti bahar nikali, uska gora badan abhi bhi thoda laal tha aur aankhon mein ek aisi nasheeli khumaari thi jaise woh abhi kisi gehri neend se jaagi ho. Usne apni peach saree utaar kar ek bohut hi barik, siyah (black) net ki nighty pehan li thi. Yeh nighty itni patli thi ki uske gore jism ka har mod, uski naabhi, aur uski kamar par chamakti woh sone ki chain bilkul saaf nazar aa rahi thi.


Woh sharam se nazrein jhukaaye Soham ke paas aakar baith gayi. Uska jism abhi bhi thoda kaanp raha tha.


"Soham... tumne sab sun liya?" usne ek kaanpti hui aawaaz mein pucha.


Soham ne uski thodi (chin) pakad kar use apne kareeb kheecha. "Maine sab suna Geeti... aur mujhe bohut maza aaya. Tumne un mardon ko apne andar mehsoos kiya na? Wahi toh main chahta tha." Usne Geeti ki kamar par haath phera, wahan jahan us mazdoor ne chutki kaati thi. "Kal hum isse bhi bada kuch karenge. Kal hum Instagram par Live Stream karenge."


Geeti ke hosh ud gaye. "Live? Soham, nahi! Yeh bohut zyada risky hai. Aaj bus mein us mazdoor ne mujhe pehchan liya... agar bank mein ya kisi jaan-pehchan wale ne dekh liya toh? Meri izzat, meri naukri... sab khatam ho jayega."


Soham ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar whisper kiya, "Izzat? Geeti, jo aurat bus mein ek mazdoor se apni kamarband chhuwati hai aur bathroom mein dildo ke saath unka naam leti hai, uski izzat ab sirf meri hawas mein hai. Tumhare 1000+ followers tumhare fans hain, woh tumhe ek devi (goddess) ki tarah poojte hain. Woh tadap rahe hain tumhara ek live jalwa dekhne ke liye. Hum chehra nahi dikhayenge... sirf tumhara yeh gora badan, tumhari chain, aur tumhari woh 'Hotwife' adayein."


Geeti ka jism Soham ki baaton se phir se garam hone laga. Uska sanskari mann ab kamzor pad chuka tha aur uski hawas haavi ho rahi thi. "Par Soham... log kya kahenge? Woh gande comments..."


"Wahi comments toh tumhari asli khurak hain," Soham ne kaha aur apna phone nikala. "Dekho, followers badhte hi ja rahe hain. Sab mang rahe hain—'Live performance of the Manager Ma'am'. Kal bank se aane ke baad, hum yehi karenge. Tum taiyar ho?"


Geeti ne ek gehri saans li aur Soham ki aankhon mein dekha. Uska darr ab ek 'dirty thrill' mein badal chuka tha. Usne dheere se sar hilaya. "Theek hai... hum live karenge. Par tum mere saath rahoge na?"


"Hamesha," Soham ne kaha aur use bed par lita diya.


Raat bhar Geeti ko neend nahi aayi. Woh sochti rahi ki kal hazaron anjaan mard use 'Live' dekhenge... woh dekhenge ki kaise unka ek manager aurat unke liye apna pallu girati hai. Uska jism baar-baar geela ho raha tha. Usne apni nighty ke upar se hi apni kamar ki chain ko chhua aur mehsoos kiya ki kal ki tabaahi ab bas kuch ghante door hai.


Subah hui, Geeti bank gayi, din bhar Raghavan aur Rohan ki nazron ka shikar bani, aur sham ko jab woh ghar lauti, toh uska chehra excitement se laal tha. Usne wahi black net ki nighty pehni, apni payal chhunn-chhunnayi aur bed par baith gayi.


Soham ne tripod set kiya, light adjust ki aur camera ka rukh Geeti ki gori kamar aur uske ubharte hue seene ki taraf kar diya. Usne Instagram khola aur 'Go Live' button par ungli rakhi.


"Ready, Geeti? Pure 2000 log intezaar kar rahe hain," Soham ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha.


Geeti ne apna pallu halke se sarkaaya, apni aankhein band kin aur ek nasheeli siskari li. "Start karo, Soham..."



Soham ne button daba diya.

Soham ne screen par tap kiya aur phone ke top par 'Live' ka laal icon blink karne laga. Kamre mein ek ajeeb sa sannata chha gaya, jisme sirf Geeti ki bhaari saanson ki aawaaz sunayi de rahi thi. Geeti bed ke kinare baithi thi, uske haath uski gori jaanghon par the, jo darr aur uttejna (excitement) se buri tarah kaanp rahe the.
Camera ka angle is tarah set tha ki Geeti ki thodi (chin) ke neeche ka poora jism frame mein tha—uski nangi gardan, uski bhari hui chhaati, uski patli kamar jahan woh barik sone ki chain lapeti hui thi, aur uski gori chikni taangein. Uska chehra poori tarah se chhupa hua tha, sirf uske raseele, plum-coloured lipstick wale honth halke se dikh rahe the. Usne jo siyah (black) net ki nighty pehni thi, woh itni barik aur transparent thi ki uske andar ki patli thong panty aur uski gori skin ka har ek nazaara kisi dhundhle sapne ki tarah saaf chamak raha tha.
Sirf 10 second ke andar, viewer count rocket ki tarah bhagne laga. 100... 400... 900... Screen par comments ki aisi baadh aayi ki padhna mushkil hone laga.
"Oh my god, DesiHotwife_G is live!"
"Bhabhi ki figure toh kisi model se bhi zyada kadak hai."
"Look at that waist chain, it's making me crazy!"
Ek izzatdaar Bank Manager, jiske samne bank ke karmchari sir jhuka kar baat karte the, aaj hazaron anjaan mardon ke samne apne jism ki numaish kar rahi thi. Uska sanskari dimaag use darr se bhar raha tha—'Agar kisi ne pehchan liya? Agar woh mazdoor is live mein hua?'—par uske jism ke har ek rom-rom mein aisi aag lag chuki thi ki uski panty live stream shuru hote hi bahaav se bheeg chuki thi.
Soham jo camera ke piche baitha tha, usne dhime se fusfusate hue kaha, "Inse baat karo Geeti... unhe tadpao."
Geeti ne apna gala saaf kiya. "H-Hello..." uski aawaaz behad namm aur kaanpti hui thi. Uski thartharahat dekh kar mardon ka nasha aur badh gaya.
Ek viewer ne sawal kiya: "Aap itni sharma kyun rahi hain Ma'am? Aap toh bohut hot hain. Aaj akele hain kya bed par?"
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li, jisse net ki nighty ke andar uske gore ubhaar (breasts) aur bhi zyada upar uth gaye. Usne darrte hue, par ek nasheeli tone mein jawab diya, "Main... main pehli baar aise itne mardon ke saamne aayi hoon. Mujhe thoda darr lag raha hai... aur sharam bhi aa rahi hai."
Uski is masoomiyat aur uske gande jism ke combination ne chat box mein aag laga di.
"Sharam mat karo meri jaan, hum sab tumhare deewane hain."
"Aapke pati ko kaisa lagta hai jab hum aapko is tarah dekhte hain?"
Geeti ne apne honton par jeebh pheri. Ab us darr ki jagah us 'dirty thrill' ne le li thi. Woh hazaron mardon ki bhookh ko apne jism par ek garmahat ki tarah mehsoos kar rahi thi. "Unhe... unhe pasand hai," Geeti ne halke se muskurate hue kaha, uski aawaaz ab thodi aur seductive ho chuki thi. "Aur sach kahun toh... aap sabki aisi gandi baatein sunkar... mujhe bhi bohut maza aa raha hai."
Viewer count ab 2500 cross kar chuka tha. Tabhi ek aur comment ubhar kar aaya: "Ma'am, bohut kapde pehne hain... us net ke andar ki cleavage dekhni hai."
Geeti ke pet mein ek jordaar gudgudi hui. Uska exhibitionist fitoor ab poori tarah jagrit ho chuka tha. Usne camera ki taraf dekha aur apne dono haath aage bed par tika diye, jaan-boojhkar aage ki taraf jhukti hui.
Jaise hi woh aage jhuki, uski siyah nighty ka deep gala aur neeche latak gaya. Uski dono gori, bhari hui chhaatiyon ke beech ki woh gehri, paseene se chamakti cleavage poori tarah camera ke lense ke saamne thi. Nighty ka net uske ubhaaron ke nip***s ke aakar ko aur bhi zyada tease kar raha tha. Geeti ne jaan-boojhkar apni saanson ki speed badha di, jisse uska narm seena hazaron screens par upar-neeche dhadakne laga.



"FUCKKKK! Kaisi mast chhaati hai yaar!"
"Mera paani nikal jayega abhi... I want to lick that sweat!"
"Bank manager madam ka cabin yaad aa raha hai... uff!" (Geeti ne yeh comment dekha toh uski saans atak gayi, koi use pehchan raha tha, ya bas fantasy thi? Par is darr ne uski hawas ko aur doguna kar diya).
"Mmmhh..." Geeti ke muh se ek soft, pleasurable siskari nikal gayi. "Aap log sach mein bohut besharam hain... meri is cleavage ko itni buri tarah ghoor rahe hain... mera poora jism tap raha hai." Woh ab poori tarah unhe tease kar rahi thi, apne jism ko halke-halke hila kar us kamarband ki chamak unhe dikha rahi thi.
Soham ne ab piche se ishara kiya. "Utho. Inko apni peeth dikhao."
Geeti ne ek haanfti hui saans li aur dhire se bed se khadi ho gayi. Uske khade hote hi uske pairo mein pehni hui chandi ki payal ne 'chhunn-chhunn' ki ek behad nasheeli jhankaar paida ki. Usne raat ki roshni mein apni nighty ko thoda sa apni jaanghon (thighs) tak upar kheencha aur ek bohut hi slow, seductive andaaz mein piche ki taraf ghoom gayi (turned around).
Camera ab uski gori, nangi peeth aur uske bhari, gol nitambon (ass) par focused tha. Black net ke aar-paar uski patli si panty ka outline aur uski kamar ka woh kamuk curve (shape) poori tarah ujaagar ho gaya. Sone ki chain uske back ke sabse nichle hisse par ek ishaare ki tarah jhul rahi thi.


Live stream ka counter achanak se rocket ban gaya. 3000... 4000... 5.2K! 5000 se zyada anjaan mard is waqt ek 'loyal' bank manager ki nangi peeth aur uski badi gaand ke shape ko apne phones par ghoor rahe the. Chat box emojis aur gandi gaaliyon se bhar chuka tha.
"Turn around baby! Kitni mast aur bhari gaand hai."
"Is chain ko pakad kar ishe piche se doggy style dene mein kya maza aayega!"
"I'm jerking off to you right now, Ma'am!"
Geeti ne apna ek haath apni kamar par rakha aur apne jism ko halke se lachka diya. Payal ki aawaaz phir se aayi. Uska 'Hotwife' roop ab apni charam seema par tha. Uski panty itni zyada geeli ho chuki thi ki bahaav ki boondein uski jaangh par behne ko taiyar thin. Use pata tha ki agar woh wahan 2 minute aur khadi rahi, toh woh us hazaron ki bheed ke samne, live camera par hi shaktishali jhatkon ke saath jhad (orgasm) jayegi. Uski taangein ab kaanpne lagi thin.
Use pata tha ki unhe bhookha chhodna sabse behtar tease hoga. Woh wapas ghoomi. Frame mein dobara uski cleavage aur uske laal honth aa gaye. Usne apne danto se apna nichla honth dabaya, jaise apni hawas ko kabu kar rahi ho.
"Uff... aaj ke liye itna hi kaafi hai..." Geeti ne haanfti, madhosh aawaaz mein kaha. "Aap 5000 logon ne milkar mujhe itna garm kar diya hai ki main bata nahi sakti... ab mujhe apna kuch intezaam karna padega. Mere pati mera intezaar kar rahe hain."
Chat box mein log rukne ki bheek maangne lage, "Noooo Ma'am please don't go!", "Thoda aur dikhao!"
Par Geeti ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath camera ke bilkul paas apne honth laye aur ek flying kiss ki aawaaz ki. "Bohut jaldi milenge... goodnight mere pyaare deewano."
Usne aage badh kar 'End Live' ka button daba diya. Screen kaali ho gayi.
Kamre mein achanak se ek gehra sannata chha gaya, jise sirf Geeti ki tez, toofani saansein tod rahi thin. Woh dher hokar bed par gir padi. Usne hazaron mardon ko apna nanga-pan dikhaya tha, bina apna chehra dikhaye usne bank ki apni saari izzat ko us siyah nighty ke andar dafna diya tha. Aaj Geeti ka naya janam poori tarah se ho chuka tha, aur use pata tha ki kal bank mein woh apne aaspas har mard mein unhi 5000 bhookhi nigaahon ko talashti phiregi.