Adultery My Sanskari Wife - ( Completed )

[Joker44]

Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha jab Neha ne mujhe bola ki aaj woh thodi der ke liye bahar ja rahi hai. “Sahil, bas kuch shopping aur doctor se confirm karna hai twins ke baare mein. Tension mat lo, main jaldi aa jaungi.” Uske chehre pe wohi purani innocent smile thi, lekin aankhon mein kuch gehra, kuch chhupa hua tha. Main jaanta tha ki yeh sirf shopping nahi hai. Clinic ke baad se Neha ka behavior badal gaya tha – kabhi kabhi phone pe chhup-chhup ke baat karti, kabhi mirror ke saamne apne pregnant pet ko haath ferte hue soch mein pad jaati. Aur main… main chupke se sab dekh raha tha, jaise hamesha se. Mera lund already half-hard ho chuka tha soch ke ki aaj kya hone wala hai.

Neha bedroom mein gayi aur darwaza band kar liya. Main drawing room mein baitha tha lekin mera dil uske saath hi tha. Usne pehle mirror ke saamne khud ko dekha – uski pregnant belly ab thodi aur ubhar chuki thi, 4-5 months ki ho chuki thi aur twins hone ki wajah se uska body aur zyada sensitive, aur zyada juicy ho gaya tha. Uske natural boobs pehle se hi bade the, ab pregnancy ne unko aur bhar diya tha – heavy, milky, nipples thode dark aur sensitive. Woh hamesha kehti thi “yeh sab tumhari wajah se hai Sahil” lekin andar hi andar usko pata tha ki asli wajah Varun aur Kartik ke woh creampies the.



Neha ne pehle apni purani pink salwar suit nikala jo ab uske badle hue body pe tight pad raha tha. Salwar ki panty uski gaand pe bilkul chipak jaati thi, aur kameez ke buttons uske swollen boobs pe zor se dab rahe the. Lekin aaj usne kuch alag socha. “Agar main in dono se milne ja rahi hoon toh… simple nahi rehna chahiye,” usne apne aap se kaha, awaaz mein guilt aur excitement ka mix. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh meeting sirf “baat karne” ke liye nahi hai. Paternity confirm hone ke baad complications ho sakte hain – medical, future, ya kuch bhi. Dono real fathers ko saath rakhna zaroori tha. Lekin uske dil mein ek aur awaaz thi – “ek baar unke saamne gayi toh woh mujhe inch by inch chodenge… jaise Manali mein kiya tha.” Uski chut already geeli hone lagi thi soch ke.

Usne drawer se woh special black maternity dress nikala jo usne recently online order kiya tha – soft stretchable fabric, deep V-neck jo uske cleavage ko perfectly highlight karta tha, aur length knee tak, lekin side slits mein uski smooth thighs dikhti thi. Dress uske pregnant belly pe snugly fit ho gaya, boobs ko dono taraf se dabate hue unko aur bada dikha raha tha. Nipples dress ke thin fabric se thode ubhar rahe the. Neha ne andar koi bra nahi pehna – “kyun pehnu? Woh toh jaante hain mera body ab unka hai.” Panty bhi thin black lace wali chuni, jo uski chut ke lips pe bilkul chipak jaati thi. Baal khule chhod diye, thoda makeup – red lipstick jo uske lips ko aur juicy bana deti thi, aur woh mehndi wali payal jo Manali trip mein pehni thi. Mirror mein dekhte hue usne apne pet pe haath ferte hue socha, “Yeh dono bacche… ek Varun ka, ek Kartik ka. Sahil ko kabhi nahi pata chalna chahiye. Main usko kitna fool kar rahi hoon… lekin yeh sab uske fantasy ke liye hi toh shuru hua tha. Ab main rok nahi sakti.”


Guilt uske andar gehri thi. “Sahil mera pati hai, mujhe itna pyar karta hai… aur main uske saamne yeh sab chhupa ke dono mardon se milne ja rahi hoon. Unke lund se apni chut bharwane ja rahi hoon. Yeh galat hai Neha… bahut galat.” Lekin saath hi uski body betray kar rahi thi. Pregnancy ne hormones badha diye the – boobs touch karte hi nipples khade ho jaate, chut mein constant itching rehti thi. “Lekin yeh best way hai. Dono fathers ko saath rakhungi toh koi complication nahi hoga. Aur… aur unke saath hone ka maza bhi toh alag hai. Sahil dekh nahi paayega aaj, lekin shayad baad mein bataungi… ya nahi.”

Phone baja. Unknown number. Neha ka dil dhadka. Uthaya toh Kartik ki deep, husky voice aayi – “Neha baby… Varun yahan mere flat pe hai. Address bhej raha hoon. Jaldi aa ja. Dono tera wait kar rahe hain. Aur haan… jo pehenna hai pehen lena, hum jaante hain tujhe kya pasand hai.” Neha ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne sirf “Okay… main aa rahi hoon” bola aur call cut kar diya. Message aaya – ek fancy apartment ka address, Andheri mein, 7th floor. Neha ne purse uthaya, Sahil ko jhoothi smile di, “Main 2-3 ghante mein aa jaungi jaan,” aur ghar se nikal gayi.

Taxi mein baithte hi uski taange thodi si kaanp rahi thi. Window se bahar dekhte hue soch rahi thi – “Yeh sahi hai kya? Dono saath mein… jaise tent mein tha. Varun ka dominant style, Kartik ka rough hiker wala way. Pehle baat karungi, complications discuss karungi… phir jo hoga dekha jayega.” Lekin andar se woh jaanti thi ki baat karne se pehle hi unke haath uske body pe honge. Uski chut ab poori geeli thi, dress ke neeche panty mein wetness feel ho rahi thi. Boobs heavy ho ke hil rahe the har bump pe. “Sahil ko pata chala toh kya hoga? Lekin woh toh khud hi chahta tha na… mujhe aise dekhna. Ab main unke beech fas chuki hoon – dono fathers, dono lund, aur mera pregnant body unke liye tayyar.”

Taxi apartment ke neeche rukki. Neha ne lift li, 7th floor pe pahunchi. Corridor mein khadi hokar ek deep breath li. Usne apne dress ko thoda adjust kiya – cleavage aur zyada dikhe, belly ko haath se sehlaya. Door ke saamne khadi thi, haath utha ke bell bajane wali thi jab…

Door khula. Varun khada tha – wohi confident smile, white t-shirt mein uska muscular body, aur aankhon mein wohi hunger jo Neha ko hamesha paagal kar deta tha.




Main Sahil, apne drawing room mein baitha tha lekin dil aur lund dono bahar the. Neha jab ghar se nikal gayi thi uski woh pink salwar suit ki jagah ab black maternity dress mein – woh tight dress jo uske pregnant belly ko perfectly hug karta tha aur boobs ko itna ubhar ke dikha raha tha ki main door tak uske cleavage ko dekh sakta tha. “Jaan, jaldi aana,” maine muskurate hue kaha tha, lekin andar se jaanta tha ki yeh koi normal shopping nahi hai. Clinic ke twins reveal ke baad se Neha ka phone aur uski aankhein kuch alag bol rahi thi. Main ne 10 minute wait kiya, phir apni bike uthayi aur uske taxi ke peeche nikal pada. Traffic mein thoda door-door reh ke follow kiya. Andheri ke us fancy apartment building ke neeche uski taxi ruki. Neha utri, lift mein gayi. Main ne jaldi se paas wali building mein ghus gaya – ek under-construction wali society jo bilkul saamne thi, 6th floor pe ek khali flat jiska window khula hua tha. Main ne apne bag se binoculars nikale (haan, maine yeh sab pehle se soch ke rakh liya tha, voyeur husband ka hisaab). Window khula tha apartment ka bhi – 7th floor, curtains halke se hile hue. Perfect view.

Neha door ke saamne khadi thi. Uske haath thode kaanp rahe the. Dress ke neeche uski pregnant belly thodi ubhar rahi thi, boobs heavy aur tight, nipples fabric se thode poke kar rahe the. Uski taange thodi si close thi jaise chut ke wetness ko chhupa rahi ho. Main binoculars se zoom kiya – uska chehra red tha, guilt aur excitement ka mix.

Door khula.

Varun khada tha – white t-shirt mein uska muscular chest, gym wala body, aur wohi smirky smile. “Aayi finally… mera pregnant randi,” usne halke se kaha aur turant Neha ka haath pakad ke andar khinch liya. Neha ki saans ruk gayi. “Varun… wait… main sirf baat karne aayi hoon,” usne dheere se bola, lekin Varun ne door band kar diya aur apna ek haath uske shoulder pe rakh diya – heavy, possessive grip. Uske fingers Neha ki soft skin pe dab gaye, dress ke strap ko thoda side kiya.

Neha ne peeche hatne ki koshish ki. “Sun lo na… main pregnant hoon. Twins. Ek tumhara, ek Kartik ka. Complications ho sakte hain medical mein. Isliye main chahti thi ki dono fathers saath ho… baat kar lein properly. Please… abhi yeh sab mat shuru karo. Sirf listen to me.”

Lekin uske words khatam hone se pehle hi room ke andar se Kartik aa gaya – dusky hiker body, tight vest mein, Manali wala wohi rough look. “Arre Neha… kitni hot lag rahi hai pregnant ho ke,” usne hasste hue bola aur sofa pe baith gaya, legs spread karke.

Neha ki aankhein phail gayi. “Kartik bhi? Varun please… main yahan sirf discuss karne aayi thi. Sahil ko fool kar rahi hoon main… yeh galat hai. Bacchon ke liye bhi sochna padega. Bas ek baar sun lo na…”

Varun ne uske words ko ignore kar diya. Uska haath shoulder se Neha ki kamar pe slide hua, pregnant belly ko halke se touch kiya aur phir ek jhatke se usko apne seene se chipka liya. “Baad mein baat karenge… pehle mujhe relax toh kar de,” usne husky voice mein kaha aur Neha ke lips pe apne lips jod diye.

Woh kiss… bahut hard tha. Varun ne Neha ke lower lip ko apne lips mein pakad ke zor-zor se chusa, phir upper lip ko suck kiya jaise koi ripe fruit ho. Neha ne pehle push kiya – uske haath Varun ke chest pe the, “Mmm… nahi… Varun stop…” lekin Varun ne uske muh ko apne muh mein lock kar liya. Uski tongue Neha ke lips ke beech ghusi, uske teeth se takrati hui, phir andar deep jaake uski tongue ko lapet liya. Wet smooching sounds pura room bhar gaye – *chuuup… chuuup… slurrrp*. Neha ki saans phool rahi thi, uske boobs Varun ke seene se ragad rahe the, nipples hard ho ke fabric ke through feel ho rahe the. Varun ne ek haath Neha ki gaand pe rakh diya aur zor se dabaya, dress ko upar utha ke uski lace panty pe haath ferne laga. Dusra haath uske pregnant belly pe tha, halke se sehlata hua.



Neha thodi der tak resist karti rahi – uske haath Varun ko dhakel rahe the, lekin dheere-dheere uski body betray kar gayi. Pregnancy hormones ne usko itna sensitive bana diya tha ki kiss ke saath hi uski chut mein garmi fail gayi. Uski taange thodi si lapak gayi, aur woh resist karna chhod ke Varun ke lips ko respond karne lagi. Ab woh khud uski tongue chus rahi thi, *mmmph… ahhh* halke moans nikal rahe the uske muh se. Saliva dono ke lips pe mix ho rahi thi, kiss itna deep aur messy tha ki Neha ke chin pe thoda saliva tapak raha tha.

Varun ne kiss todte hue uske lips ko ek last chumma diya aur muskuraya. “Dekha? Ab relax ho gaya na mera mood. Pehle yeh sab kar lete hain… phir baat karenge teri complications ki.”

Neha saans chhodte hue boli, aankhein band kiye hue, “Please Varun… listen to me… main Sahil ko fool kar rahi hoon har roz. Yeh guilt mujhe kha raha hai. Bacche dono ke hain… humein responsible hona chahiye… abhi yeh mat karo na…”

Lekin Varun ka mood bilkul nahi tha sunne ka. Uska haath ab Neha ke boobs pe tha – dress ke upar se heavy milky boobs ko squeeze kar raha tha, nipples ko thumb se ragad raha tha. Neha ki saans tez ho gayi, “Ahh… Varun… nahi… please…”

Kartik sofa se hasste hue bola, apna lund already pant pe ubhar raha tha, “Tu pehle enjoy kar le Varun bhai… main baad mein join karunga. Pregnant Neha ko dekh ke mera bhi lund khada ho raha hai, lekin pehle tu hi khatam kar apna.”

Neha ne Kartik ki taraf dekha, phir Varun ki taraf – uski aankhon mein guilt ke aansu aur desire ka mix tha. “Sahil… mujhe maaf kar dena,” usne apne man mein socha, lekin uski body already Varun ke haathon mein lapak chuki thi.

Main binoculars se pura scene dekh raha tha – open window se awaaze bhi halke-halke aa rahe the. Mera lund pant mein poora khada, haath automatically uspe chala gaya. Neha… meri sanskari wife… ab dono real fathers ke saamne phir se ready hone wali thi.


Main Sahil, binoculars ko aur tight pakad ke window se zoom kiya. Apartment ka window poora khula tha, curtains side pe hain, aur andar ka scene crystal clear dikhai de raha tha. Neha abhi bhi Varun ke seene se chipki hui thi, uska heavy kiss abhi-abhi khatam hua tha. Uski lips swollen aur red ho gayi thi, chin pe thoda saliva chamak raha tha. Pregnant belly uske aur Varun ke beech dab rahi thi. Mera lund pant ke andar poora khada tha – yeh dekh ke ki meri sanskari wife ab dono real fathers ke saamne phir se melt hone wali hai.

Varun ne Neha ko zor se kiss ke baad uske kaan mein husky awaaz mein bola, “Ab baat baad mein… pehle tu mujhe relax kar de randi.” Usne Neha ka haath pakda aur usko drawing room ke bade soft sofa ki taraf le gaya. Neha ki taange thodi si kaanp rahi thi, lekin woh chal padi. Sofa pe pahunchte hi Varun ne usko dhakka deke baitha diya – Neha ki gaand cushion pe giri aur uska pregnant pet thoda upar uth gaya. Dress ka fabric uske thighs pe tight pad raha tha.

“Varun… please… sun toh lo,” Neha ne dheere se bola, aankhein badi-badi kiye hue, lekin Varun ne uski baat ko ignore kar diya. Uska haath Neha ke shoulder pe tha, phir dheere-dheere dress ke strap ko side kiya. “Dekh toh sahi… pregnancy ne tujhe kitni juicy bana diya hai,” usne muskurate hue kaha aur Neha ki aankhon mein dekhte hue dress ke upar wale buttons kholne laga – ek… do… teen… dheere-dheere.

Pehla button khulte hi Neha ke deep cleavage aur zyada dikhai diya. Uski heavy milky boobs ab bilkul free the andar – koi bra nahi. Dusra button khula toh dress ka front poora khul gaya. Varun ne dress ko shoulders se neeche khinch diya. Neha ki dono taraf ki soft, swollen boobs bahar aa gaye – bade, heavy, thode blue veins wale, nipples dark pink aur already hard ho chuke the. Pregnancy ne unko itna sensitive bana diya tha ki hawa lagte hi Neha ki saans phool gayi.

“Varun… nahi… main pregnant hoon… yeh galat hai… Sahil…” Neha ne try kiya push karne ka, haath Varun ke chest pe rakh ke, lekin uski awaaz mein already halki si larz thi.

Varun ne dress ko aur neeche khinch diya – ab woh Neha ki kamar tak utar chuka tha. Uski pregnant belly poori nangi thi – smooth, thodi ubhari hui, twins ki wajah se glow kar rahi thi. Varun ne uspe haath ferte hue dekha, “Fuck… yeh pet… aur yeh boobs… dono mere aur Kartik ke bacchon se bhare hue hain.” Usne Neha ko sofa pe letaya thoda, aur dress ko poora neeche khinch diya – ab sirf thin black lace panty bachi thi. Neha ki smooth thighs, tight gaand aur panty ke upar se uski chut ki shape clearly dikh rahi thi – already wetness ka spot ban chuka tha.

Kartik sofa ke side wale chair pe baitha tha, apna lund pant pe rub karte hue muskuraya, “Bhai, slow kar… pregnant body ko enjoy kar.”

Varun ne Neha ki panty ke elastic pakda aur dheere-dheere neeche khinch diya. Neha ki chut bahar aa gayi – shaved, puffy lips, already geeli aur shiny. Uski clit thodi si ubhari hui thi pregnancy ki wajah se. Varun ne panty ko uski taangon se poora nikaal ke side pe phenk diya. Ab Neha poori nangi thi sofa pe – pregnant belly, heavy boobs, wet chut, sab kuch Varun aur Kartik ke saamne.



Varun ne thoda peeche hata aur usko dekha – aankhein bhari hui. “Kitni hot hai tu ab… sanskari wife se full pregnant slut ban chuki hai.” Usne Neha ke upar jhuk ke pehle uske lips pe phir se deep kiss kiya – wet, smooching, tongue andar tak. Neha ne “Mmmph… nahi…” kaha lekin kiss ke beech hi uski saans tez hone lagi.

Kiss neeche aaya – Varun ne Neha ki neck pe chumma diya, phir collarbone pe, aur seedha uske boobs pe. Usne ek heavy boob ko dono haathon se pakda – soft flesh uske fingers ke beech dab gaya, nipple ko thumb aur forefinger se pinch kiya. Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi, “Ahhh… Varun… dard ho raha hai… please stop… ahh!” lekin uski awaaz mein dard se zyada maza tha.

Varun ne dusre boob ko muh mein le liya. Uska muh poora nipple aur areola pe – zor-zor se chusne laga jaise doodh nikaal raha ho. *Slurrrp… chuuup… mmm* wet sucking sounds pura room bhar gaye. Neha ki taange khud-ba-khud fail gayi. “Varun… nahi… yeh mat karo… Sahil ko pata chalega… ahhh fuck… haan wahi…” Usne try kiya haath se dhakelne ka lekin dheere-dheere uske haath Varun ke sir pe aa gaye aur usko aur andar dabane lage.



Varun ne dono boobs ko alternate chusna shuru kiya – ek ko muh mein, dusre ko haath se squeeze. Nipples ko tongue se lapet-lapet ke chusta, kabhi kabhi halke se bite karta. Neha ke heavy moans ab control se bahar the – “Aahh… Varun… boob mat chuso itna… sensitive hain… oh god… haan… aur zor se…” Uski chut se ek boond geela ras tapak gaya sofa pe. Guilt ke aansu uski aankhon mein the lekin body poori tarah enjoy kar rahi thi. “Sahil… maaf kar dena… main rok nahi paa rahi… yeh maza… yeh guilt… dono saath mein paagal kar rahe hain mujhe.”

Varun ne boobs chuste-chuste ek haath Neha ki chut pe rakh diya – fingers se lips ko sehlate hue clit pe halke circles. Neha ki moans aur tez ho gayi, “Ahh… nahi… andar mat… please… bas baat karne aayi thi main…”

Lekin Varun ne ab khud ko peeche hata diya. Uska lund pant ke andar poora tent bana chuka tha – mota, lamba, veins wala. Usne zip kholi aur apna hard dick bahar nikaal diya – 8 inch ka monster, tip pe already precum chamak raha tha. Usne Neha ke muh ke saamne le jaake haath se hilaya aur bola, husky voice mein:

“Ab yeh le… muh khol aur chus le mera lund. Jaise haveli mein kiya tha… pregnant randi ban ke dikha mujhe.”

Neha ki aankhein lund pe tik gayi – uski lips thode khule, saans tez, guilt aur hunger ka mix chehre pe. Sahil main binoculars se dekh raha tha, haath apne lund pe automatically hilne laga tha. Neha… meri wife… ab phir se unke control mein.