Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Camera ka lens band hote hi screen black ho gayi, par Geeti ke andar jo aag bhadki thi, usne ab jwalamukhi ka roop le liya tha. Kamre mein ek bhari, nasheeli khamoshi thi jise sirf Geeti ki toofani saansein tod rahi thin. 5000 mardon ki bhookhi nigaahon ne uske jism ko jaise poori tarah noch liya tha. Uska gora badan paseene se lathpath tha aur woh siyah (black) net ki nighty uske ubhaaron se chipak gayi thi.
Use is baat ka koi hosh nahi tha ki Soham wahi bed ke paas khada use dekh raha hai. Uska sanskari 'Bank Manager' wala wajood ab poori tarah raakh ho chuka tha. Woh bed par peeth ke bal dher ho gayi. Uski taangein bed par phail gayin aur uski chandi ki payal ne ek nasheeli 'chhunn' ki aawaaz ki.
Uski panty bahaav se itni geeli ho chuki thi ki uski jaanghon tak woh chipchipapan mehsoos ho raha tha. Bina Soham ki taraf dekhe, bina usse koi madad maange, Geeti ka haath be-saakhta uski apni jaanghon ke beech chala gaya.


"Ahhhh... fuckkk... uffff..." Geeti ke muh se ek behad raseeli, thartharati hui siskari nikli jab uski ungliyon ne uski geeli panty ko chhua.
Usne nighty ko aur upar khinch liya, apni gori, nangi jaanghein poori tarah Soham ke saamne khol din. Usne apni patli si thong panty ko side mein khiskaya aur apni do ungliyan seedha apni sooji hui, raseeli daraar (chut) ke andar utaar din.
Squelch... slurp... Kamre mein uske geelepan aur ungliyon ki ragad ki woh gandi, kamuk aawaaz goonjne lagi. Geeti ne aankhein kaskar band kar lin aur apna sar bed par piche ki taraf patak diya.
"Yes... ahhhh... yes ahhhh! 5000 mard... oh god... 5000 bhookhe kutte mujhe ghoor rahe the..." Geeti pagalpan mein bad-badane lagi. Uski ungliyan ab tezi se uske andar bahar ho rahi thin. "Un sabko meri gaand dekhni thi... meri cleavage... ahhhh... main un sabki ra*di ban gayi hoon... mmmhhhh!"


Soham bed ke thik saamne khada tha. Usne jab apni patni ko is haal mein dekha, toh uska dimaag sanna gaya. Uska mardana lund uski pant ko faad kar bahar aane ko betaab tha. Usne apni chain kholi aur apna sakht lund bahar nikaal kar use muth maarna (stroking) shuru kar diya.
Soham ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa fitoor tha, ek ghuroor tha. Woh us aurat ko dekh raha tha jo kuch mahine pehle tak aam bank manager thi. Jo aurat pallu sarakne par sharam se paani-paani ho jati thi, jise kisi anjaan mard ki nazar se ghin aati thi... wahi Geeti aaj 5000 mardon ke saamne apni nangi peeth aur cleavage dikha kar aayi thi. Aur ab? Ab woh itni dead horny ho chuki thi ki apne pati ki maujudgi ko bhool kar, kisi aur se chudne ke khayal mein bed par nangi padi apni chut maar rahi thi. Usne Soham se ek baar bhi nahi kaha ki 'Soham, mujhe satisfy karo.' Woh khud hi un 5000 mardon ki hawas ko apni ungliyon ke zariye apne andar utaar rahi thi. Yeh manzar itna ganda aur itna nasheela tha ki Soham ki saansein atki hui thin.
"Zor se Geeti... aur zor se," Soham ne apna lund masalte hue dabi aawaaz mein kaha.
Soham ki aawaaz sunkar Geeti ruki nahi, balki uski aag aur bhadak gayi. "Ahhhh! Soham... un sabke lund... un sabki nazrein mere andar ja rahi hain... Mmmhhh! Bank ka woh Raghavan... bus wala ganda mazdoor... aur yeh 5000 log... fuckkkk! Sab mujhe noch rahe hain!"
Geeti ki speed ab badhne lagi. Uski ungliyon ke jhatke ab tez aur be-reham ho chuke the. Slap... slop... slap... uski hatheli uski geeli chut se takra rahi thi. Sone ki kamarband uski naabhi ke aaspas tharthara rahi thi.
"More... I want more... ahhhhh!" Geeti ka jism hawa mein uthne laga. Uski speed ab apne charam par thi. "Tez... aur tez... faster... MORE FASTER!"


Geeti ki cheekhein ab kamre ki deewaron se takra rahi thin. Woh apni ungliyon ko poori takat se apne andar pump kar rahi thi, jaise woh un sabhi mardon ka lund ek hi baar mein apne andar mehsoos karna chahti ho. Uski jaanghein buri tarah kaanp rahi thin, uske pair bedsheet ko kaskar noch rahe the.
"Aaahhhhhh... I'm cumming... un sabke liye... FUCKKKKK YESSSSS!"
Ek aakhiri, behad bhari aur gehra thrust (heavy thrust) Geeti ne apne andar maara. Uska poora jism ek kaman (bow) ki tarah hawa mein upar uth gaya. Uska nichla hissa buri tarah se ainthne laga aur uski raseeli chut ne ek bohut hi shaktishali, garm aur thick release (squirt) bedsheet par chhod diya. Uski panty, uski ungliyan aur bedsheet uske jism ke us gande bahaav se poori tarah lathpath ho gaye.
Woh wahi dher ho gayi. Uski aankhein aadhi khuli thin, seena buri tarah upar-neeche ho raha tha, aur muh se halki-halki haanfti hui siskariyan nikal rahi thin—"Hah... hah... mmmhh..."
Soham ne jab yeh nazaara dekha—uski izzatdaar patni ek 'slut' ki tarah bistar par apni aag thandi kar chuki thi—toh usne bhi ek jordaar jhatka khaya. "Ahhhh Geeti!" Soham ne bhi apna nasha wahi farsh par Geeti ko ghoorte hue release kar diya.
Kamre mein paseene, perfume aur us bahaav ki aisi gandi, kamuk mehak phail gayi thi jise Soham aur Geeti dono apne nashe mein pi rahe the. Geeti ne apni geeli, chamakti hui ungliyon ko bahar nikala aur unhe Soham ko dikhate hue ek behad besharam, thaki hui muskurahat di.
Woh 'Manager Geeti' mar chuki thi. Ab bed par jo aurat leti thi, woh duniya ke har us mard ki bhookh thi, jisne aaj use live dekha tha. Uski kamar ki chain abhi bhi halke-halke chamak rahi thi, kal bank mein hone wali tabahi ka intezaar karte hue.



Raat ke us sannate mein sirf do cheezein goonj rahi thin—ek Geeti ki ukhdi hui saansein aur doosra Soham ke smartphone ke camera ke click hone ki aawaaz.
Geeti bed par dher padi thi. Uska gora badan paseene se chamak raha tha, siyah (black) net ki nighty uske jism par kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipak gayi thi. Uske bikhre hue baal takiye par phaile hue the aur uski aankhein adh-khuli thin, jisme abhi bhi us wild orgasm ka nasha tair raha tha. Sabse zyada 'dirty' nazaara woh bedsheet thi, jo Geeti ke apne raseele bahaav (cum) se ek bade hisse mein geeli ho chuki thi. Woh nishaan uski 'Bank Manager' wali izzat ki tabahi ka saboot tha.
Soham ne tripod hataya aur phone haath mein lekar Geeti ke bilkul paas gaya. Usne ek aisi angle se photo li jisme Geeti ka haanfta hua seena, uski gori geeli jaanghein, aur bedsheet par woh geela dhabba bilkul saaf dikh rahe the.
"Perfect," Soham ne bud-budaya. Usne turant Instagram khola aur 'Story' section mein woh photo upload kar di.
Caption: "Just finished! Look what 5k viewers made her do to herself. The bed is wet, and she is dead. Manager Ma'am needs a real man now. ? #DesiHotwife #AfterLive #WetAndTired"



Story post karte hi Soham ka phone kisi vibrator ki tarah lagatar bajne laga. DM (Direct Messages) ka jaise toofaan aa gaya.
 * "FUCK! Is that her cum on the bed? I want to lick it!"
 * "I'm coming to your city right now, just give me her address!"
 * "Manager Ma'am looks so destroyed... I want to be the one to do this to her next time."
Soham ne ek-ek karke message dekhe. Uske chehre par ek aisi muskurahat thi jo Geeti ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi—ek 'shaitani' aur 'naughty' smile. Woh dekh raha tha ki kaise sheher ke bade-bade businessman, students aur yahan tak ki bank ke profile wale log bhi uski patni ke is 'after-sex' look par pagal ho rahe the.
Geeti ne dhire se apni aankhein kholi aur Soham ki taraf dekha. Uska jism abhi bhi tharthara raha tha. "Soham... kya kar rahe ho?"
Soham ne phone niche rakha aur Geeti ke paas bed par baith gaya. Usne uski gori kamar par haath phera, wahan jahan woh sone ki chain abhi bhi uski skin par kasti hui thi. "Geeti, tumhari 'virtual' demand ab aasmaan chhu rahi hai. 5000 log tumhe live dekh chuke hain, hazaron log tumhari is geeli halat par muth maar rahe hain... par mujhe lagta hai tum ab agle step ke liye taiyar ho."
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. "Agla step? Kya matlab?"
Soham ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dhime se kaha, "Ab sirf screen ke piche se dikhana kaafi nahi hai. Tumhare andar jo aag hai, use bujhane ke liye ek dildo ya meri baatein kaafi nahi hain. You need to face people, Geeti. Real people. In person."
Geeti ki saans atak gayi. Uska sanskari dimaag cheekh utha, par uska jism, jo abhi-abhi ek mazdoor aur ek boss ke khayal mein jhad (cum) chuka tha, woh is baat se aur bhi zyada geela hone laga. Real people? Iska matlab tha ki koi anjaan mard use sach mein chhuyega... use sach mein mehsoos karega.
"Soham... main... main kaise...?" Geeti ne haklate hue kaha, uska chehra sharam se aur bhi laal ho gaya.
"Hum plan karenge," Soham ne uski nangi peeth par ungliyan pherte hue kaha. "Kal bank mein tum dekhna ki Raghavan Sir ya Rohan tumhe kis nazar se dekhte hain. Humein bas unhe thoda aur uksana hai. Aur shayad... shayad is weekend, hum kisi 'special guest' ko ghar bulayein... ya tum kisi 'follower' se milne jao."
Geeti ne apni aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Usne imagine kiya ki woh kisi hotel ke kamre mein hai aur bahar wahi bus wala mazdoor ya bank ka koi clerk uska intezaar kar raha hai. Woh sharam aur excitement ke bojh se dab gayi. Usne dabe hue sar se 'haan' mein ishara kiya (shyly nodded).
Soham ne use apne seene se laga liya. "Good girl. Aaj raat sukoon se so jao... kyunki kal se tumhara manager wala roop sirf ek naqab hoga. Asliyat mein, tum poore sheher ki 'Public Property' banne ja rahi ho."
Geeti ne Soham ki baahon mein khud ko samet liya, par uske dimaag mein ab bank ki wahi purani cabin, Raghavan ki bhari aawaaz, aur un 5000 followers ke gande comments ghoom rahe the. Woh is daldal mein itni gehari utar chuki thi ki ab bahar nikalna namumkin tha.

Agle din ki subah Geeti ke liye ek nayi chunauti lekar aane wali thi. Soham ne pehle hi decide kar liya tha ki woh Geeti ko kisi 'blind meeting' ke liye taiyar karega, par usse pehle use bank mein apne shikaar (Raghavan) ko poori tarah fansana tha.
Geeti ne aaine mein khud ko dekha. Uski aankhon ke niche halki si thakne ki lali thi, par uske chehre par ek naya 'glow' tha. Usne aaj ek dark blue transparent saree pehni, bina kisi petticoat ke (sirf ek patli lace panty ke saath), aur apni kamarband ko thoda niche ki taraf bandha taaki jab woh chale, toh woh chain uski naabhi (navel) ke niche baar-baar chamke.
Woh taiyar thi... 'facing people' ke agle level ke liye.