Adultery veil Ka Neecha Ki Tarap

[Mis Khan]

new update:-

Is hi thara har Friday night ko Aarav Kumar mere ghar aane laga tha. Har baar koi na koi bahana – project ki baat, biryani ki tareef, ya bas “bhai ke saath time spend karne aaya hoon”. Amjad ko lagta tha business aur dosti ka mamla hai, lekin main jaanti thi asli wajah kya hai. Aarva meri liya aata tha… meri taraf se aane wali woh chhupi si tadap mehsoos karne aata tha.
Us Friday bhi Aarav aaya. Dinner table par baith kar khana chal raha tha. Main Amjad ke bagal mein baithi thi aur Aarav mere bilkul saamne. Har baar jab main dish usko deti, Aarav jaan-bujh kar mera haath chhoota – ungliyan dheere se ragad deta, halka sa dabao deta, jaise koi chhupa hua vaada poora kar raha ho. Har touch se mera naram mulayim haath kaanp jata, chut mein ek tez garmi daud jati, clit phool kar dard karne lagti aur panty thodi aur geeli ho jati. Table ke neeche Aarav ka pair meri raan se ragad raha tha – dheere dheere, jaise koi garam, geela kiss meri janghon ke beech chhupa ho. Main Aarav ki taraf ghoor kar dekhti, Aarav apni plate ki taraf dekh kar muskurata rehta. Meri saansein tez ho rahi thi, nipples kameez ke andar sakht aur bade ho gaye the, chehra garam ho raha tha. Har touch se meri chut mein ek naya lehar uth rahi thi, panty ab bilkul bheeg chuki thi, geeli ras se chipak rahi thi.
Lakin kahi na kahi mara dil ko us ka pair salana acha lag raha tha qu ka maina apna pair nahe hataya tha bus Amjad ka dar aur khauf tha. Bar bar Amjad ki taraf dekhti rahi, woh khana mein masroof tha aur Aarav ki himat bhi bhar rahi thi.
Aarav shaitani muskan ke saath tirchi nazron se mujhe ghoor raha tha, jaise aankhon se hi meri chhati ko chus raha ho, meri gaand ko masal raha ho aur meri chut ko chod raha ho.
Khane ke beech maine Amjad se kaha: “Kal Saturday ko mujhe shopping per jana hai… kuch apna aur bachchon ka kapra lena hai.”
Amjad ne foran bola: “Kal to meri customer ke saath meeting hai.”
maine gussa dikhate hue kaha: “Har dafa aap ka yahi bahana hota hai. Ghar ki zimmedari bhi aapki hai. Main akeli har baar jati hoon, bachchon ko bhi sambhalna hota hai, wo shopping karte waqt pareshan karte hain.”
Itne mein Aarav bol pada: “Bhabhi, Amjad bhai busy hai to kya hua? Main apko le jata hoon shopping per. Main to free hoon.”
Aarav ne yeh bolte hue mujhe shaitani muskurahat se ghoorta hua dekha – aankhen meri chhati par, jaise aankhon se hi mujhe nanga kar raha ho aur chodne ki soch raha ho. Aarav ki nazar se mera pura jism kaanp utha. Chut mein ek tez lehar daud gayi, clit dard karne lagi aur panty aur geeli ho gayi. Main ne andar se socha: “Yeh kya kar raha hai… Amjad ke saamne hi aise ghoor raha hai.” Aur mera pair ko sala raha hai. Aarav ki himat dekh kar maine apni nazrein niche kar li.
Amjad ek dam se bola: “Haan haan Noureen, Aarav ke saath chali jao.”
Main ne foran mana kar diya: “Nahi mujhe nahi jana.”
Aarav ne dheere se bola: “Noureen, kyun mera saath nahi chalna? Agar tumhe problem hai to koi baat nahi.”
Amjad ne phir zor diya: “Aarav tum kal Noureen ko le jao.”
Main Amjad ko ghoorti rahi – dil mein soch rahi thi: “Amjad… tum khud apni '. biwi ko ek ***** mard ke hawale kar rahe ho. Tumhe pata nahi woh mera saath kya karega… Aarav ki woh nazrein, Aarav ka woh touch, Aarav ka woh mota khara lund…” Dar aur tadap dono ek saath dil mein uth rahe the.
Main mana karti rahi, lekin Amjad ne Aarav ki taraf haan kar di.
Aarav ne muskurate hue kaha: “Main Bhabhi kal apko 11 baje lene aa jaunga.”
Aarav ki woh shaitani muskurahat dekh kar mera jism aur garam ho gaya. Meri chut ne ek chhota sa spasm kiya. Main ne nazrein neeche kar li, lekin andar se tufaan uth raha tha – dar bhi tha, tadap bhi thi. Soch rahi thi: “Kal woh mujhe shopping le jayega… dressing room mein… trial room mein… Aarav ke haath… Aarav ki nazrein… Amjad khud mujhe uske hawale kar raha hai.”
Raat ko jab main bed par leti toh haath khud-ba-khud chut par chala gaya. Soch rahi thi – kal shopping mein Aarav mera saath kya karega… sirf touch… sirf tadap… ya aur kuch. Main Aarav ke saamne kitni bebas ho jaungi. Yeh tadap ab rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Mere chut ne do baar paani chhoda aur main sahi se so na paayi. Mera dil aur dimag mein bus kal ka khayal aa raha tha – Aarav kal mera saath kya karega.
Subah se hi mera dimag Aarav ki taraf laga hua tha. Maine jaldi-jaldi nashta banaya, Amjad aur bachchon ko diya. Amjad meeting ke liye chala gaya. Maine jaldi se bachchon ko tayyar kiya aur khud nahane washroom mein gayi. Kapde utar kar shower ke neeche khadi thi, mera haath meri chut par ghum raha tha. Main Aarav ki ab tak ki har harkat ko yaad kar rahi thi – kaise Aarav ne Rafay ko godi mein uthate hue meri chhati ko daba diya tha, kaise kitchen mein Aarav ne apna lund meri hips par ragad raha tha, kaise Aarav ne meri kamar par apna haath rakha tha. Ek baar phir meri chut ne Aarav ke khayalon mein paani chhod diya – garam paani shower ke saath mix ho gaya.
Naha kar towel se apne aap ko pochti hui almirah ki taraf gayi. Aaj ke liye apna libas dekhne lagi. Maine ek black bra aur black panty (sexy lace wali) nikali aur usko pehan kar mirror mein apne aap ko dekhne lagi – apna sexy jism, ubhri 34C chhati, patli kamar aur 36 inch bhari gol gaand. Phir ek black kameez salwar nikali aur pehan li. Apne aap ko tayyar karne lagi – red lipstick lagayi, makeup kiya, baalon ko sawara, lambi heel ki sandal pehni aur dobara mirror ke saamne apne aap ko dekhne lagi. Dimag keh raha tha: “Noureen, yeh kya kar rahi ho? Tum ek ***** mard ke liye itna tayyar ho rahi ho. Tumhara shohar tumko kitna pyar karta hai, tumhare do bache hain.” Aur dil bol raha tha: “Noureen, tujhe bhi Aarav ka touch acha lagta hai. Tera bhi dil chahta hai apne aap ko Aarav ke hawale karna. Aarav ki gandi baatein bhi tujhe achi lagti hain. Teri chut bhi uski baaton se aur uske touch se geeli ho jati hai. Tera jism aur dimag bhi sun ho jata hai. Tum Aarav ki yaad mein tarapti ho.” Dimag rokta tha: “Agar Amjad ko pata chal gaya to kya hoga?”
Yeh sab soch rahi thi ki ek dam se doorbell baji aur main chaunk gayi. Kyun ki Aarav aa gaya tha. Maine darwaza khola. Aarav mujhe dekhte hi muskuraya, Arava ki aankhen meri body par upar se neeche tak ghum gayi – meri chhati, kamar aur gaand par ruk kar. Aarav ne Amjad ka poocha. Main ne kaha: “Amjad office chala gaya hai.” Main black suit mein tayyar thi, dupatta thoda loose, red lipstick lagaye. Aarav bola: “Noureen, tum bohot khoobsurat aur bohot sexy lag rahi ho… aaj to tum muj per Bijli gira rahi ho.”
Maine masnoi gussa dikhaya: “Aarav, please… sirf shopping hai, kuch galat mat samajhna.” Itne mein bachche aa gaye aur maine Aarav se kaha: “Aap car mein baitho, main ghar lock kar ke aati hoon.”
Aarav car mein baitha. Main ne bachchon ko peeche bithaya. Jaise hi main peeche baithne lagi, Aarav ne peeche mirror mein dekha aur bola: “Noureen… aa jaao front seat par baith jao. Log samjhega main tumhara driver hoon.” Main ghabra gayi, dil zor se dhadka. “Nahi… yahin theek hai,” maine mana kiya. Lekin Aarav ne phir se muskurate hue kaha: “Noureen, aap front mein baith jao, bachche comfortable honge peeche.” Amjad ki yaad aayi, bachchon ka dar bhi tha, phir bhi main ghabrate hue aur dil ke haathon majboor hoti hui front seat par aa kar baith gayi. Aarav ne car start ki aur dheere se mera naram mulayim haath pakad liya. Aarav ke garam haath ki touch se mera pura jism kaanp utha, chut mein current daud gaya. Maine jaldi haath chhudaya, lekin andar se current daud gaya – chut aur geeli hone lagi. Maine kaha: “Aarav please, yeh sahi nahi hai.” Lekin Aarav ki who hi shaitani muskurahat karta hua bola: “Noureen, jab se tumko office party mein dekha, jab se tumhara alawa kuch nahi dikhta. Raat-din tumhari khayalon mein gum rehta hoon. Tumse milne ka bahana dhoondta raha tha. Aaj mauka mila hai tumse akela milne ka. Kal se mujhe neend nahi aaee sahi se, bas yahi sochta raha tha ki jaldi se subah ho aur main tumhare paas aa jaun.
Maine kaha: “Aarav, tum samajhte kyun nahi ho? Yeh sab galat hai. Main ek shaadi-shuda hoon, do bache hain mere. Amjad tumko bhai bolta hai, tum par bharosa karta hai aur tum uski biwi ko line maar rahe ho. Please apne aap ko sambhalo.” Itna mein Aarav ne dobara mera haath pakad liya. Maine chhudane ki koshish ki lekin usne mazbooti se pakad rakha tha. Mera jism puri tarah garam ho raha tha, chut geeli aur meri chhati ke nipples khare ho gaye the, meri saansein tez ho gayi thi. Dil bol raha tha jo ho raha hai usko hone do Noureen, aur dimag mana kar raha tha. Maine kaha: “Aarav, car mein mere bachche bhi hain, please mera haath chhodo.” Phir Aarav ne mera haath chhora.
Itne mein hum mall pahunch gaye. Car parking mein khadi kar ke hum sab mall ke andar gaye aur bachchon ki shopping karne lage. Aarav mujhse bilkul chipak kar chal raha tha – jaise woh mera shohar ho, mera dono bache Aarva ke bache hon aur hum ek family hon. Aarav kabhi-kabhi haath meri kamar par bhi rakh deta tha aur main dheemi awaaz mein kehti: “Aarav, hum bahar hain, log dekh lenge.” Lekin Aarav muskurata tha aur main pagal ho rahi thi uske touch se. Bachchon ka kapra lete hue unko select karta hua Aarav mera haath touch karta tha, mujhse aisi baatein karta tha ki dukaandaar ko lagta tha Aarav mera shohar hai aur hum bachchon ki shopping kar rahe hain. Kabhi-kabhi woh kapde uthate hue apne kandhe se meri chhati ko daba deta. Main tarap jati, mera dimag shopping se hat kar Aarav ki harkaton par laga hua tha, meri chut buri tarah geeli ho rahi thi. Kuch samajh mein nahi aa raha tha.
Bachchon ki shopping ke baad Aarav ne bachchon se kaha: “Nauman, Rafay, play land jana hai?” Bachche foran tayyar ho gaye. Main sab samajh rahi thi lekin kuch kar nahi pa rahi thi. Bachchon ko play area mein chhod kar Aarav ne unko chocolate di aur bola: “Tum dono yahan khelo, hum tumhari mummy ka kapde le kar aate hain.” Bachche khush ho kar play area mein chale gaye. Ab sirf hum dono the. Aarav mere bilkul paas khada tha aur mujhe bara ghoor se upar se neeche tak dekh raha tha aur muskuraha tha. Aarav ne mera haath pakar kar mujhe apne saath women’s cloth ki shop par le gaya. Is baar maine bhi koi muzahamat nahi ki aur uske saath chal di.
Jab main koi dress uthati, Aarav mere kandhe se touch karta, dheere se kamar par haath fer deta. Har touch se mera jism kaanp utha, chut mein garmi badh jati. Phir Aarav bola: “Noureen, tum yeh wala dress try kar lo.” Aarav ne ek white salwar kameez uthaya – bilkul thin, transparent wala, jo body ke har curve ko highlight kare. Maine mana kiya, lekin Aarav zid karne laga: “Sirf meri khatir ek baar… please.” Main changing room mein gayi. Andar black bra aur black panty pehni thi. White salwar kameez pehen kar bahar aayi – suit itna thin tha ki mera black sexy bra saaf nazar aa raha tha, 34C ki chhati ka gehra cleavage aur black lace bra ka outline bilkul clear tha.
Aarav ki aankhen chamak uthi. Woh dheere se, gehri awaaz mein bola: “Noureen… yeh white suit mein tum bohot khoobsurat aur bohot sexy lag rahi ho… Aarav ne mere paas aakar dheere se meri kamar par haath rakh diya – jaise husband-wife ki tarah, dheere se kamar ko sehlaya. “Noureen… tum is suit mein kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho… jaise koi dulhan.” Aarav ne mera haath pakar kar mujhe ghuma diya aur apne dono haathon se meri kamar ko pakar kar mere peeche se chipak gaya. Aarav ka khara lund mujhe meri gaand par mehsoos ho raha tha – mota, garam, sakht aur zor se dab raha tha. Meri saansein tez ho gayi thi aur mera dimag maaf ho gaya tha. Aarav ka haath meri gaand ke upper pahunch jata tha aur woh usko halka sa daba deta. Mera jism kaanp jata hai, mere muh se halki si “haaa” nikal jati hai. Aarav ke haath ki garmi meri kamar aur gaand se chut tak pahunch rahi thi. “Yeh gaand 36 inch… itni heavy, itni round aur tight… suit mein bilkul highlight ho gayi hai.” Aarav apne haathoo ki garmi se hi mujhe tadpa raha tha – meri chhati ko, meri gaand ko, meri kamar ko. Main sharma gayi, chehra laal ho gaya, Aarav ne mujhe apni baahon mein lane ki koshish ki. Chut mein tez garmi daud gayi, panty aur geeli ho gayi. Maine jaldi Aarav se apne aap ko chhura kar changing room mein wapas gayi, lekin andar se tadap badh gayi thi.
Thodi der tak main changing room mein hi baithi rahi. Apna ap ko samalti rahi apni sasoo ko normal karne ki koshee karna lagi mara pura jisam kap raha tha dil kar raha tha ka Aarav ko changing room mai bola lo our apna ap ko us ka hawal kar do lakin dimag bar bar mana kar raha tha Amjad our bachoo ka khaya aaraha tha. Kapde change kar ke bahar aayi aur Aarav ko gusse se karti hui boli: “Yeh kya kar rahe ho tum mere saath? Public place per yeh sab!” Aarav ne foran sorry bola aur counter par ja kar woh white suit ki payment ki aur woh le liya. Maine mana bhi kiya lekin Aarav ne nahi mana aur bola: “Yeh meri taraf se gift hai.”
Shopping ke dauran woh bar-bar mere paas aata. Jab main koi dress try karne jaati, Aarav bahar wait karta. Baar-baar woh mujhe touch karta raha aur chahta hua Aarav mustakil mera haath apne haath mein le kar chalta tha. Phir woh bola: “Noureen, thak gaye ho na? Chalo coffee peete hain.” Hum ek quiet coffee shop mein baith gaye. Bachche play area mein the. Aarav mere bilkul paas baitha, Aarav ki jangh meri jangh se touch ho rahi thi. Coffee peete hue Aarav ne mera haath pakad liya aur dheere se ungliyon ko sehlane laga. “Noureen… tumhari yeh naram ungliyan… kitni garam hain. Do hafte se sirf tumhari yaad mein tadap raha tha.” Aarav ne meri aankhon mein dekha, voice mein wohi gehri masti thi. Main kaanp uthi, chut mein ek naya lehar uthi, lekin maine haath chhudane ki koshish ki. To jaise hi mera haath Aarav ke haath se chhuta, Aarav ka haath meri thigh par gir gaya – bilkul meri chut ke bara-bar mein. Aarav muskuraya aur haath meri thigh par sehlane laga, dheere dheere upar ki taraf badhta hua, chut ke bilkul qareeb tak. Main ek dam se kaanp uthi aur Aarav ka haath pakar liya. Mera pura jism kaanp raha tha, mera jism jalne laga, dimag maaf ho gaya. Maine Aarav ka haath hataya aur sir jhuka kar baith gayi.
Coffee ke baad shopping continue ki. Aarav ab bar-bar mere saath chipak kar chal raha tha. Our muj ko bhi acha sa masoos ho raha tha Jab main koi dress uthati, woh peeche se aakar mere kamar par haath rakh deta – jaise main Arava ki biwi hoon. “Noureen… yeh dress tumhari patli kamar par kitna acha lagega,” Aarav ne kaan mein dheere se kaha, saans meri gardan ko chhoo rahi thi. Har baar Aarav ka haath meri kamar par thoda aur neeche slide karta, gaand ke start tak pahunch jata. Mera jism bijli ki tarah kaanp raha tha, chut geeli ho chuki thi, nipples top ke andar sakht ho gaye the.mara koi bhi reacton na karna per Aarav ki himat barti ja rahee thi.
Shopping khatam hone ke time usne dheere se bola: “Noureen… apna number de do na. Agar kabhi bacchon ke liye kuch chahiye… ya bore ho to message kar dena.” Maine gusse se Aarav ko dekha aur mana kar diya, lekin woh bar-bar request karne laga. Dil bol raha tha de do Noureen apna number, dimag mana kar raha tha. Aarav ki zid aur apne dil ke haathon majboor ho kar maine apna number Aarav ko diya aur Aarav ne apna number mujhe diya. Aarav ne aankh maar kar bola: “Ab hum din mai bhi baat kar sakte hain… aur ek din main tujhe poori tarah apna bana log ga.” Mai na kuch reply nahee kiya our khamushi sa sir ko jouka liya.
Hum ne bachchon ko play land se liya aur hum ghar ke liye mall se nikal gaye. Ghar laut te waqt car mein Aarav ne phir se front seat par baithne ko kaha. Main ghabrate hue front mein baith gayi. Bachche peeche the. Driving ke dauran Aarav ne mera naram mulayim haath pakad liya. Aarav ke garam haath ki touch se mera pura jism kaanp utha. Maine jaldi haath chhudaya, lekin woh phir se pakad leta. Aarav ne dheere se bola: “Noureen… tumhari yeh naram ungliyan… kitni garam hain. Tumhari yeh M.uslim body… har touch se mujhe paagal kar deti hai.” Main kaanp rahi thi, chut mein garmi badh rahi thi, dil aur dimag mein jung chal rahi thi – bachchon ka dar, Amjad ka dar, aur Aarav ki tarap mujhe paagal kar rahi thi. Main haath hata leti, lekin woh phir se chhoo leta. Har touch se mera jism jal raha tha.
Ghar pahunch kar main andar bhag gayi, lekin andar se tufaan tha – dar bhi, tadap bhi. Soch rahi thi: “Yeh kya ho raha hai… main Amjad ki biwi hoon, lekin Aarav ke touch se itni tadap rahi hoon.”
Raat bohot gehri ho chuki thi. Amjad thak kar so gaya tha. Main uske bagal mein leti thi, lekin neend mujhse koson door thi. Dimag mein sirf Aarav ghum raha tha.
Shopping wale din ki har yaad abhi bhi mere jism par mehsoos ho rahi thi. Car mein jab Aarav mera haath pakadta tha… Aarav ke garam haathon ki garmi meri ungliyon se le kar chut tak pahunch jati thi. Mall mein jab woh mere kamar par haath rakh deta tha… dheere se sehlata tha… meri patli kamar ko apne haathon mein feel karta tha… main andar se kaanp uthi thi. Jab main white suit try kar ke bahar aayi thi, Aarav ki aankhen meri chhati par tik gayi thi. Black bra saaf dikh raha tha, meri 34C chhati ka gehra cleavage… woh aankhon se hi mujhe nigal raha tha. Phir jab Aarav ne peeche se chipak kar meri gaand par halka sa dabao diya tha… Aarav ka khara lund meri gaand ke beech mehsoos hua tha… meri chut ek dam se geeli ho gayi thi.
Ab bed par leti hui main haath dheere se chut par le gayi. Panty already geeli thi. Maine panty side kiya aur apni geeli chut ko ungli se sehlane lagi. Clit par circle banaya… dheere… phir tez…
Soch rahi thi… agar Aarav dressing room mein aa jata…
Main changing room ke andar khadi thi, white suit utar rahi thi. Bahar se Aarav dheere se darwaza khol kar andar aa gaya. Main chaunk gayi, “Aarav… yeh kya… bahar jao!” Lekin woh muskuraya aur darwaza band kar diya. Aarav ki aankhen meri chhati par tik gayi – black bra saaf dikh raha tha, meri 34C chhati tight suit mein ubhar rahi thi. Aarav mere qareeb aaya, peeche se chipak gaya. Aarav ke garam haath meri kamar par pade, dheere se upar ki taraf slide kiye aur meri chhati ko dabane lage.
“Aarav… please… koi aa jayega…” main kaanpti awaaz mein boli, lekin mera jism Aarav ke touch se jal raha tha. Aarav ne meri chhati ko zor se pakad liya, bra ke upar se nipples ko ungli se ragadne laga. Meri saansein tez ho gayi, chut se paani tapakne laga. Aarav mere kaan mein dheere se bola, “Noureen… tumhari yeh chhati… itni garam, itni soft… main isko masalna chahta hoon… isko chusna chahta hoon… aur ek din teri chut bhi chodunga.”
Aarav ne mujhe wall se laga diya, peeche se chipak kar apna khara lund meri gaand par ragadne laga. Suit ke upar se bhi Aarav ka mota, garam lund mehsoos ho raha tha. Ek haath meri chhati ko masal raha tha, dusra haath dheere se meri gaand par fer raha tha. Main tadap uthi, “Aarav… ahh…” halki siskari nikal gayi. Meri chut itni geeli ho chuki thi ki panty mein paani tapak raha tha.
Yeh soch kar meri ungliyan tez ho gayi. Clit par zor se ragadne lagi, andar do ungliyan daal kar hilane lagi. “Aarav… agar tum yahan hote… mujhe dressing room mein… wall se laga kar… meri chhati ko zor se masalte… gaand ko pakad kar dabate… chut ko chhoote aur masalte… aur main bolti… Aarav… aur zor se… mujhe chod do…” mera jism garam ho raha tha. Saansein tez… chhati upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
Tez… aur tez… “Aarav… aur… mujhe mat tadpao…” keh kar main zor se jhad gayi. Chut se garam paani nikal aaya, jism kaanp utha, pair tight ho gaye. Lekin jhadne ke baad bhi tadap khatam nahi hui.
Main phir se haath chut par rakh kar sochne lagi – agar Aarav phir se touch karega… agar Aarav mara aur qareeb laayega… agar Aarav ka lund phir se meri gaand par dabega… dil keh raha tha “Noureen… qu itna tarap rahi hai? Apna aap ko Aarav ke hawale kar de… woh bhi tumhare liye tarap raha hai… apni tarap mita le.”
Amjad ki taraf dekha – woh bekhabar so raha tha. Meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye – guilt ka bojh, dar ka bojh… lekin Aarav ke liye tadap usse bhi zyada tez thi.
Yeh tadap ab rukne ka naam nahi le rahi thi.