Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

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Dopehar ka waqt tha aur bank ki AC ki thandak ke beech Geeti apne cabin mein baithi files check kar rahi thi. Aaj usne ek kaafi 'decent' aur sadharan si cotton saree pehni thi, pallu ko kaskar pin kiya hua tha—bilkul ek zimmedar manager ki tarah. Par is shareef libaas ke niche, uski gori naabhi par bandhi woh sone ki kamarband (waist chain) har saans ke saath uski skin ko chhoo rahi thi, use yaad dila rahi thi ki woh andar se kitni gandi ho chuki hai.
Kaam ke beech uska dimaag bhatakne laga. Usne apna personal phone nikaala aur apna woh 'Secret' private account khola. Jaise hi usne notifications check kiye, uski saans atak gayi.
Uske purane photos aur kal raat ke live stream ke screenshots par hazaron gande comments aur dirty replies ki baadh aayi hui thi.
 * "Iska badan dekh kar lagta hai iski chut kitni pyaasi hogi."
 * "I want to rip that saree and see what's underneath."
 * "Manager Ma'am, ek baar mil lo... poori raat bistar par kutti bana kar chodunga."
Geeti ne ek-ek comment padha. Woh 'dirty words' padh kar uski chut mein ek tez chulbulahat hone lagi. Woh itni zyada garm (horny) ho gayi ki usne cabin ka darwaza andar se lock kar diya. Usne kursi par piche tek lagayi aur apni aankhein band kar lin.
Uska dimaag use wapas us bus wale safar mein le gaya. Woh pehli baar tha jab Soham ke alawa kisi anjaan, gande aur raas (raw) mard ne use chhua tha. Us mazdoor ke wo matti se sane khurdure haath, uski wo sasti smell, aur jis tarah usne bus ki seat par hi Geeti ki panty ke upar se use ragad kar jhadwa (cum) diya tha... woh ehsaas Geeti ke dimaag se nikal hi nahi raha tha.
"Kya mujhe kisi se milna chahiye?" usne khud se sawal kiya.


Uska ek hissa darr raha tha, par doosra hissa ab poori tarah se 'explore' karna chahta tha. Woh ab sirf screen ke piche se dikhane se thak chuki thi. Use woh asli dard, woh asli mardana garmi aur woh 'dirty experience' chahiye tha jo sirf ek anjaan mard hi de sakta tha. Use khayal aaya ki agar koi use kisi saste hotel ke kamre mein le jaye, uski saree faad de, aur use ek ra*di ki tarah use kare... toh use kaisa lagega?
Usne apna haath dhire se apni saree ke pallu ke niche dala aur apne nange pet par ungliyan pherne lagi. Uska jism abhi se kaanp raha tha. Woh 'confusion' mein thi, par uski hawas uske darr par bhari pad rahi thi.
"Mujhe dekhna hai ki jab koi anjaan mard mujhe sach mein nochta hai, toh kaisa lagta hai," usne haanfte hue bud-budaya. Usne faisla kiya ki woh ab sirf 'virtual' nahi rahegi. Woh kisi aise shakhs ko dhundegi jo use woh 'raw aur dirty' maza de sake jo Soham ki 'planning' mein shayad kahin kho gaya tha.
Uski panty abhi se geeli aur chip-chipi hone lagi thi. Cabin ki khamoshi mein use sirf apni tez dhadkan sunayi de rahi thi. Geeti ab ek aisi daldal mein utarne ke liye taiyar thi jahan se wapsi ka koi rasta nahi tha.

Shaam ki Mumbai ki bheed bhari bus mein Geeti ki nazrein us gande 'majdoor' ko dhoond rahi thin. Uska jism bank ki us thandi kursi par baithe-baithe itna garam ho chuka tha ki woh chahti thi ki wahi mard dubaara aaye, uska hath pakde aur use kisi andheri gali mein le jaakar uski saree taar-taar kar de. Par aaj woh wahan nahi tha. Geeti ek ajeeb si chulbulahat aur adhurepan ke saath ghar pahunchi.
Ghar ka mahaul kaafi raunak bhara tha. Aditya ka PG final ho gaya tha, jo wahan se kuch hi kilometer ki doori par tha. Soham, Amrita aur Aditya sab hall mein baithe 'gupshup' kar rahe the. Kal se Adi wahan nahi hoga, is khayal ne ghar mein ek naya excitement aur thodi udaasi bhar di thi.
Geeti ne kitchen mein jaakar Adi ki pasand ka khana banana shuru kiya. Usne maroon rang ki ek cotton saree pehni thi, par aaj usne blouse ke niche kuch nahi pehna tha—uska seena bina kisi kaid ke us kapde ke niche azaad tha. Jab woh rotiyan bel rahi thi, toh uske badan ki garmi aur kitchen ki aag milkar use paseene se bhigo rahi thin.
Aditya baar-baar kitchen ke chakkar laga raha tha. Woh Geeti ko chori-chori dekh raha tha. Uske dimaag mein kal raat ka wo 'V-neck' wala nazaara aur bhabhi ke wo nange nipples abhi bhi aag laga rahe the. Geeti ne notice kiya ki Adi uske paas aate hi restless (bechain) ho jata hai. Uska chehra laal ho jata aur uski nazrein Geeti ki patli kamar aur us sone ki chain par atak jaati thin jo saree ke halka sarakne par jhalak uthti thi.
"Bhabhi... kal se toh mujhe hostel ka ganda khana khana padega," Adi ne udas hokar kitchen ke counter ke paas khade hokar kaha.
Geeti ne piche mudkar use dekha. Usne dekha ki wo 'bachha' uske husn ki aag mein jal raha hai. Uska jawan lund uski jeans mein kaskar ek ubhaar bana raha tha. Geeti ko us par taras bhi aaya aur maza bhi. Usne socha, "Ye bechara kal ja raha hai... kyun na ise thoda khush kar diya jaye? Ye toh ghar ka bachha hai, iska haq banta hai."
"Arre Adi, pareshan kyun hote ho? Tumhara PG paas hi toh hai. Jab mann kare aa jaana, main tumhe apne hath se khilungi," Geeti ne behad raseeli aawaaz mein kaha.
Woh Adi ke bilkul kareeb aayi, itni kareeb ki uske jism ki mehak aur uske bina-bra wale seene ki garmi Adi ko mehsoos hone lagi. Geeti ne jaan-boojhkar apna gora hath Adi ke gaal par phera. "Aur agar khane ke alawa kuch aur chahiye ho... toh bhabhi ko call kar dena, bhulna mat."


Adi ki saans atak gayi. Usne dekha ki Geeti ki saree ka pallu thoda niche sarak gaya hai, jisse uske gaur-varn (fair) ubhaar ka upari hissa saaf dikh raha tha. Geeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur ek aisi shaitani muskurahat di jo sirf ek 'dirty' aurat hi de sakti hai.
Raat ka khana sabne maze se khaya, par Adi ka dhyaan sirf Geeti ke har move par tha. Woh jab bhi paani dene jhukti ya roti parosne ke liye aage aati, Adi ka boner aur bhi sakht ho jata. Geeti ko maza aa raha tha use tadpane mein. Use lag raha tha ki Raghavan aur us majdoor ke pehle, kyun na is 'ghar ke mard' se hi apna naya khel shuru kiya jaye.


"Adi, aaj raat ki packing mein main tumhari madad karungi...  Geeti ne dhire se uske kaan mein kaha jab woh thali utha rahi thi.
Adi ne sirf sar hilaya.

Raat ke 1 baj rahe the. Pura ghar khamoshi ki chadar odhe so raha tha, lekin living room mein halchal thi. Aditya ke suitcase khule pade the aur Geeti uski packing mein madad kar rahi thi.
Geeti ne wahi behad patli, satin ki blue nighty pehni thi jo uske jism par kisi doosri chamdi ki tarah chipki hui thi. Is bar bhi usne andar bra nahi pehni thi. AC ki thandak aur Aditya ki maujudgi ne uske seene ko aur bhi sakht kar diya tha—uske nipples nighty ke kapde ko cheer kar bahar jhank rahe the, jaise Aditya ko dawat de rahe hon.
Geeti ko pata tha ki yeh galat hai, par uske dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa 'pity' (taras) tha. Use lag raha tha ki yeh masoom bachha kal se hostel ke us gande kamre mein akela rahega, na koi khayal rakhne wala hoga, na koi pyar dene wala. Usne socha, "Bechara Adi... kal se toh taras jayega. Chalo, aaj ise thoda 'khush' karke bhejti hoon." Lekin yeh 'khushi' dene ka tareeqa behad ganda aur taboo tha.
"Adi, yeh shirts yahan side mein rakh do," Geeti ne jhukte hue kaha. Jaise hi woh suitcase ke upar jhuki (bended low), uski loose nighty ka gala poori tarah latak gaya.
Aditya, jo bagal mein baitha socks fold kar raha tha, uska dimaag sanna gaya. Uske thik saamne Bhabhi ke do bhari, gore aur bina-bra wale seene (boobs) kisi jhule ki tarah hawa mein latak rahe the. Usne dekha ki kaise unka gehra rang uski nazron ke thik saamne tharthara raha tha. Aditya ka lund uski cotton shorts mein ek lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht (hard boner) ho gaya.

Geeti ne tirchi nazar se Aditya ke pajama ki taraf dekha. Wahan ek bada sa ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha. Use excitement ho rahi thi ki ek 20 saal ka jawan 'bachha' uske jism ko dekh kar pagal ho raha hai.
"Kya hua Adi? Itne restless kyun ho rahe ho?" Geeti ne masoomiyat ka natak karte hue pucha aur apna gora haath 'unintentionally' Aditya ki jaangh par rakha.
Aditya ki saans atak gayi. Geeti ki hatheli ki garmi uski skin ko jala rahi thi. "K-kuch nahi Bhabhi... bas neend aa rahi hai."
"Jhooth mat bolo... tumhari dhadkan toh kuch aur hi keh rahi hai," Geeti ne raseeli aawaaz mein kaha. Woh aur bhi kareeb aayi, itni kareeb ki uske nange nipples Aditya ke baazu (arm) se halke se ragad (graze) kha gaye.
Aditya ka poora jism kaanp utha. Geeti ne dekha ki Aditya ki aankhon mein hawas aur sharam ka ek ajeeb mixture tha. Usne socha, "Ise thoda aur tadpati hoon... yeh yaad rakhega ki Mumbai mein iski ek bhabhi hai."
Geeti ne ek tshirt uthayi aur use suitcase mein rakhne ke liye phir se Aditya ke upar se aage ki taraf jhuki. Is baar usne jaan-boojhkar apna seena Aditya ke kandhe par tika diya. Bina bra ke un gore ubhaaron ki narmi aur un sakht nipples ki chubhan ne Aditya ka dimaag sunn kar diya.


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"Adi... hostel mein dhyan rakhna apna. Kahin koi gandi ladki tumhe fasa na le," Geeti ne uske kaan ke paas whisper kiya. Uske muh se nikalti garm saans Aditya ke kaan mein aag laga rahi thi.
Geeti ne dhire se apna haath niche kiya aur suitcase se kuch nikaalte waqt uski kohni (elbow) Aditya ke sakht boner se zor se takrayi. Aditya ke muh se ek dabi hui siski nikli—"Ahhh... Bhabhi..."
Geeti ne use ek aisi nazar se dekha jo 'hot' aur 'dirty' ka perfect combination thi. Usne dekha ki Aditya ka pajama uski mardangi se phatne ko taiyar hai.
"Oops! Sorry Adi... lag gayi kya?" Geeti ne muskura kar kaha. Usne apna kaam khatam kiya aur suitcase band kar diya. Woh khadi hui aur apni nighty ko thoda thik kiya, jisse uski gori naabhi aur kamarband halke se chamak uthi.


"Chalo, packing ho gayi. Ab so jao... sweet dreams," Geeti ne kaha aur Aditya ke sar par hath phera, par uski ungliyan halke se uske gardan ke piche raseeli ragad de gayi.
Geeti dabe paon apne bedroom ki taraf nikal gayi. Uski payal ki chhunn-chhunn ne sannaate mein ek ajeeb nasha ghol diya tha.

Piche Aditya wahi sofa par akda hua reh gaya. Uska poora jism tharthara (shaking) raha tha. Geeti ke us bina-bra wale badan ki garmi uske dimaag mein chadh chuki thi. Jaise hi bedroom ka darwaza band hua, Aditya ne apna haath apne pajama ke andar daal diya. Geeti ka wo jhuka hua badan, wo latakte hue gore seene, aur wo nipples... Aditya ne apni aankhein band kar lin aur Geeti ka khayal karte hue khud ko jhatke (stroking) dena shuru kiya.
Us raat Aditya ne hostel jaane se pehle apni Bhabhi ke naam ki aisi 'dirty' bali chadhayi jise woh zindagi bhar nahi bhul sakta tha.
Bedroom ke andar, Geeti ne darwaze se kaan laga kar Aditya ki bhari saansein suni aur apni geeli 'chut' par hath rakh kar muskurayi. Usne ek 'bachhe' ko mard bana diya tha.

Bathroom ka darwaza andar se lock hote hi Aditya ne ek gehri, kampkapati hui saans chhodi. Uska poora jism abhi bhi tharthara raha tha. Geeti bhabhi ke us bina-bra wale badan ki garmi, unka jhuka hua seena, aur wo nipples jo nighty ke paar se uske kandhe ko chhoo gaye the—woh sab Aditya ke dimaag mein ek aag bankar dhuaan utha rahe the.
Usne thande farsh par baithkar apna smartphone nikaala. Hath kaanp rahe the jab usne messaging app khola aur Geeti bhabhi ki profile check ki.
Geeti ki DP (Profile Picture) wahi purani thi, par Aditya ki nazron ke liye woh ab bilkul badal chuki thi. Us photo mein Geeti ne ek light green saree pehni thi, baalon ka juda banaya tha aur ek pyaari si manager wali muskurahat de rahi thi. Par Aditya ko us 'shareef' photo ke piche wahi aurat dikh rahi thi jisne abhi-abhi use living room mein tadpaya tha. Use yaad aaya ki kaise unka gora seena hawa mein latak raha tha jab woh suitcase ke upar jhuki thin.
"Uff... Bhabhi... aap kya cheez ho," Aditya ne dabi aawaaz mein bud-budaya.
Usne apne pajama ka naada dhila kiya aur apni sakht mardangi ko bahar nikaal liya. Uska lund kisi garam lohe ki rod ki tarah laal aur fann-fannaya hua tha. Usne Geeti ki DP ko zoom kiya, unki aankhon mein dekha, aur apna haath tezi se chalana (shagging) shuru kar diya.


Uske band aankhon ke peeche ab sirf Geeti thi. Woh imagine kar raha tha ki Geeti bhabhi wahi bathroom mein uske samne nangi khadi hain, unki maroon saree farsh par padi hai, aur woh apni wahi raseeli aawaaz mein use 'Adi... Adi...' keh kar bula rahi hain. Use mehsoos ho raha tha jaise Bhabhi ke wo bhari-bhari nange seene uske chehre par ragad kha rahe hain.
"Ahhh... Bhabhi... aur... aur tezz..." Aditya ki saansein ukhadne lagin.
Uska haath ab be-reham ho chuka tha. Woh us har ek pal ko yaad kar raha tha jab Bhabhi ki kohni uske boner se takrayi thi. Uska dimaag gande khayalon se bhar gaya tha—woh imagine kar raha tha ki woh Geeti bhabhi ko unki isi nighty mein khatiya par patak kar unka saara 'Manager' wala guroor nichod raha hai.
Achanak, uske jism mein ek bijli si daudi. Uska nichla hissa ainthne (cramp) laga aur uska poora badan akad gaya.
"Bhabhiiiiii!" ek dabi hui cheekh uske gale se nikli.
Aur phir... ek behad bhari aur jordaar burst (big burst/ejaculation) hua. Aditya ka garam ras kaware tile par aur uske hatho par pichkariyon ki tarah chhootne laga. Woh itna zyada tha ki Aditya ka seena buri tarah upar-neeche hone laga. Usne apna sar thandi deewar par tika diya, uska poora jism paseene se lathpath tha aur woh haanf raha tha.
Geeti bhabhi ne use hostel jaane se pehle ek aisa nasha de diya tha jiske bina woh ab ek pal bhi nahi reh sakta tha.
Usne jaldi se sab saaf kiya, apne kapde thik kiye aur dabe paon hall mein aakar apne sofa-bed par let gaya. Uska jism ab thak kar choor ho chuka tha, par uske dimaag mein abhi bhi Geeti ki payal ki chhunn-chhunn goonj rahi thi. Kuch hi minton mein, woh gehri neend mein so gaya, sapne mein phir se apni 'Dirty Bhabhi' ko dekhne ke liye.

Subah ki pehli kiran ke saath Aditya ka samaan gaadi mein rakha gaya. Soham aur Geeti use uske naye PG chhodne ja rahe the. Geeti ne aaj fir se ek bahut hi 'proper' saree pehni thi, par Aditya jab bhi unki taraf dekhta, use wahi nanga badan yaad aata.
Aditya ne apna kamra dekha, samaan set kiya. Soham ne use kuch paise diye aur samjhaya.
"Chalo Adi, apna khayal rakhna," Soham ne kaha.
Geeti aage badhi aur Aditya ko gale lagaya (hugged him). Yeh hug sabke samne tha, ek bhabhi ka devar ke liye pyar, par Aditya ne mehsoos kiya ki Geeti ne uske seene ko thoda zyada zor se apne ubhaaron se dabaya hai.


"Phone karte rehna... aur jab mann kare, ghar aa jaana," Geeti ne uske kaan mein whisper kiya.
Aditya ne unhe jaate hue dekha. Uske haath mein uska phone tha, jisme Geeti ka number ab ek 'bomb' ki tarah tha jo kabhi bhi phat sakta tha.