Adultery veil Ka Neecha Ki Tarap

[Mis Khan]

New Update:-

Aarav Kumar :- Subah hote hi meri aankhein khul gayi. Lund already sakht tha, pant mein tent bana raha tha. Raat bhar sirf Noureen ki yaadein chal rahi thi. Noureen ke white suit mein ubhari hui woh bhaari, naram M.slim chhatiyan… jab maine changing room ke bahar se Noureen ko dekha tha, uski black bra aur nipples kameez ke andar se saaf dikhai de rahe the. Peeche se pakad kar jab maine apna mota H.indu lund uski M.slim gaand par zor se ragda tha… uski woh halki si siskari “Haaa…” abhi bhi mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi. Main soch raha tha — “Yeh Amjad ki biwi hai, do bachchon ki maa hai, lekin meri ek touch se uski M.slim chut geeli ho jaati hai. M.slim aurat hokar bhi meri H.indu body ke liye itni pyasi… wah.”
Maine coffee banayi, bed par baith gaya aur socha — woh din door nahi jab Noureen tere M.slim gori-gori gulabi hothon ko apne H.indu hothon mein laga kar chusoonga. Teri gori chhatiyaan mere H.indu haathon mein hongi, apne dono haathon se khoob masloonga aur tu chillaayegi, “Aarav… ahista, dard ho raha hai.” Ek-ek kar ke tere kapde utarooonga, tujhe pura nanga kar ke bed par latayunga, apna mota 8-inch ka uncut H.indu lund teri gulabi M.slim chut mein daaloonga aur use zor-zor se chodunga. Tu chillaayegi, lekin main tujhe nahi chhodunga. Yeh sab sochte hue main apna lund hila raha tha aur mera lund ne ek dum tez dhaar se paani ichor diya. Main thodi der tak bed par baitha raha, phir uth kar washroom gaya aur apne aap ko saaf kiya. Aakar maine mobile uthaya aur Noureen ko pehla message type kiya. Soch raha tha ki abhi woh kitchen mein Amjad ke liye nashta bana rahi hogi, lekin andar se mera naam le rahi hogi. Uski chut bhi mere liye geeli ho rahi hogi.
Pehla message maine bheja:
"Good morning my beautiful Noureen ❤️ Kaisi ho? Kal raat se tumhari yaad mein neend nahi aa rahi. Tum itni khoobsurat aur garam lag rahi thi… abhi bhi woh white suit wali feeling yaad aa rahi hai. Tumhari woh naram body, woh garam saansein… batao, abhi bhi thodi si bechaini hai kya? Tum theek ho na? ?"
Message bhejte hi main muskuraya. Socha — “Abhi yeh padh rahi hogi. Kitchen mein khadi hokar Amjad ko chai de rahi hogi, lekin uski M.slim chut mein halka sa geela pan aa gaya hoga. Uski M.slim nipples kameez ke andar sakht ho gaye honge. Woh apni janghon ko ragad rahi hogi taaki koi na dekhe.”
Phir turant doosra message:
"Aur suno… kal jab hum sirf hum dono shopping kar rahe the… maine tumhara haath apne haath mein liya tha. Tumne haath nahi chhudaya. Bas tum hare saansein tez ho gayi thi. Main mehsoos kar sakta tha ki meri H.indu ungliyon ke touch se tumhari M.slim ungliyan garam ho rahi hain.
Aur jab main tumhare ghar aaya tha dinner mein, table ke neeche mera pair tumhari raan par ragad raha tha… tumne pair nahi hataya. Tum ghoor kar dekhti rahi, lekin andar se tumhari chut geeli ho rahi thi, hai na?
Main force nahi kar raha Noureen… bas yeh jaanna chahta hoon ki abhi tum kya feel kar rahi ho. Kal ke har touch ko yaad kar rahi ho kya? Mera lund tumhari gaand par dabta hua… mera pair tumhari naram raan par…"
Message bhej kar main bed par let gaya. Lund ko haath mein pakad liya aur dheere se hilane laga. Gandi soch aa rahi thi — “Noureen abhi bed par leti hogi. Bachche college chale gaye honge, Noureen ghar per akela ho gi. Noureen ne salwar neeche kar di hogi. Haath panty ke andar daal kar apni geeli M.slim chut ko ragad rahi hogi. Soch rahi hogi ki agar main wahan hota, toh usko Amjad ke bistar par latata ka Noureen ki salwar neeche karke apna Aarav apna mota H.indu lund mare M.slim chut par ragadta. Mai chilati ‘Aarav… nahi…’ bolti, lekin mare M.slim chut Aarav ka mota H.indu lund ko andar kheench leti.”
Thodi der baad ‘seen’ ho gaya, lekin koi reply nahi. Main samajh gaya — dar rahi hai, lekin tadap rahi hai.
Teesra message maine bheja:
“Noureen… tum mere messages padh rahi ho na? Main dekh sakta hoon ki ‘seen’ kar liya hai. Phir jawab kyun nahi de rahi? Kya abhi bhi dar lag raha hai… ya andar se kuch aur feel ho raha hai?
Noureen… agar kabhi hum phir se akle hue… to tum kya chahti ho? Main to sirf tumhari khushi ke liye soch raha hoon. Batao na… dil mein kya chal raha hai?”
Mai such raha tha Noureen muj ko pata hai tu tarap rahee hai mara liya lakin dar rahee tum bhi chati hai ka mai tuj ko tuch karoo tuj ko pyar karoo.
Noureen ka pehla reply (thodi der baad):
“Aarav please… mujhe aise messages mat bhejo. Yeh sab galat hai. Main ek shaadi-shuda aurat hoon, do bachchon ki maa hoon. Amjad tumhe bhai maanta hai aur tum par poora bharosa karta hai. Agar tum aise messages bhejte rahe to main Amjad ko bata dungi. Please… yeh sab band kar do. Hum sirf shopping ke liye gaye the, uske alawa kuch nahi hai aur kuch ho bhi nahi sakta.”
Noueen ka Yeh message padhte hi mera lund aur sakht ho gaya. Meri gandi soch: “Abhi yeh message type karte waqt uski ungliyan kaanp rahi hongi. Woh bistar par baithi hogi, lekin Noureen ki chut already geeli ho chuki hogi. Salwar ke andar haath daalne ka mann kar raha hoga. Woh bol rahi hai ‘band kar do’, lekin andar se soch rahi hogi ki kal changing room mein mera lund uski gaand par kitna garam aur mota tha. Noureen ki nipples abhi bhi sakht honge. Amjad office nikal chuka hoga, bachche college gaye honge, ghar mai akeli ho gi… aur yeh abhi bhi mera message padh rahi hai. Dar rahi hai, lekin tadap bhi rahi hai meri H.indu ungliyon ke liye.”
Maine turant doosra message bheja.
Aarav ka reply:
“Noureen… Main tumhara message pura padh liya. Tumne kaha ki yeh sab band kar doon… lekin sach bataun? Jab tum yeh type kar rahi thi, tab tumhari aankhon mein aansu the kya?
Noureen… tum Amjad se dar rahi ho, main samajh sakta hoon. Lekin Amjad ko kaun batayega? Na tum bataogi, na main. Yeh sirf tumhara aur mera raaz hai. Amjad ko kuch pata nahi chalega…. Jab tak hum khud na batay.
Main tumhe pareshan nahi karna chahta. Lakin Jo kal hua, woh sirf shopping nahi tha. Jab maine tumhe peeche se pakda… tumne apne aap ko turant nahi hataya tha. Jab maine tumhari gaand par halka sa dabao diya tha… Tum sirf ‘haaa’ kar ke kaanp gayi thi. Woh pal abhi bhi mere dimag mein hai… aur main jaanta hoon tumhare dil mein bhi.
Main jaanta hoon tum dar rahi ho. Lekin jo feel ho raha hai usko itna zor se chhupane ki koshish mat karo… kyunki chhupane se woh aur gehra hota jaata hai.
Noureen ka doosra reply:
“Aarav… tum samajhte kyun nahi ho? Main Amjad se dar rahi hoon, lekin usse bhi zyada main khud se dar rahi hoon. Tumhare messages padh kar mera jism tadap raha hai, yeh main nahi chhupa sakti. Lekin yeh galat hai… bohot galat. Main Amjad ki biwi hoon. Mere do chhote bachche hain. Main unke liye kuch galat nahi kar sakti. Tumne kaha ‘Amjad ko kaun batayega’… yeh baat sun kar mujhe aur darr lag raha hai. Main nahi chahti ki yeh raaz kabhi bhi kisi ko pata chale. Isliye please… ab se koi message mat bhejna. Na good morning, na koi aur baat. Kal jo hua usko hum dono bhool jayen. Main theek hoon… lekin agar tum phir se message karoge to sach mein main Amjad ko bata dungi. Please Aarav… meri izzat aur mere ghar ki izzat ka khayal karo. Bas itna hi.”
Yeh padh kar main zor se hasa. Meri gandi soch: “Wah meri pyari M.slim bhabhi Amjad ki biwi our mari hona wali ?… bol toh rahi hai ‘band kar do’, lekin message itna lamba likha hai. Abhi yeh bistar par leti hui hogi, aankhon se aansu beh rahe honge, lekin usne apni salwar ka naada khol diya hoga. Haath panty ke andar daal kar apni geeli chut par ungli fer rahi hogi. Har baar jab woh ‘Aarav’ likh rahi thi, uski ungli clit par tez ho gayi hogi. Uski chut se ras tapak raha hoga panty par. Soch rahi hogi — ‘Agar dinner table par Aarav ka pair meri raan par nahi hataya maine, toh kya matlab hai?’ Uski bhari chhatiyan upar-neeche ho rahi hongi, nipples dard kar rahe honge. Guilt se ro rahi hai, lekin tadap se uski ungliyan andar-bahar ho rahi hongi. Abhi bhi mera message delete nahi kiya hoga.”
Mera teesra message: “Noureen… Maine tumhara message pura padh liya. Tumne kaha ki tum Amjad se dar rahi ho aur khud se bhi dar rahi ho… lekin main samajh sakta hoon ki tum sabse zyada apne dil se dar rahi ho, jo abhi bhi kuch aur chahta hai. Tumne likha hai ki yeh sab galat hai… lekin agar yeh sach mein galat hota, to shayad tum mera message delete kar deti. Phir bhi tum yahan ho… padh rahi ho… aur soch rahi ho. Main tumhe force nahi kar raha. Bas yeh jaanna chahta hoon ki tum abhi kya mehsoos kar rahi ho. Jab tum mera naam leti ho… tab tumhare andar kya hota hai? Jab tum kal ke palon ko yaad karti ho… tab tumhari saansein kyun tez ho jaati hain?
Noureen… dar mat. Yeh sirf tumhara aur mera raaz hai. Agar tum sach mein chahti ho ki main sab band kar dun, to bas ek baar likh do — ‘Band kar do Aarav.’ Main turant sab band kar dunga. Lekin agar tum abhi bhi chup ho… to main samajh jaunga ki andar se tum bhi chahti ho ki yeh baat aur gehri ho. Main ab wait kar raha hoon… tumhari ek line ka. Take care my beautiful Noureen… ❤️”
Noureen ka koi naya reply nahi aaya iske turant baad. Lekin main jaanta tha woh padh rahi hai. Meri gandi soch: “Abhi yeh message padhte hi uski saansein ruk gayi hongi. Woh bistar par pair faila kar baithi hogi. Haath already salwar ke andar hoga. Panty side karke do ungliyan apni geeli M.slim chut mein daal chuki hogi. ‘Band kar do Aarav’ likhne ki koshish kar rahi hogi, lekin ungliyan tez ho rahi hongi. Soch rahi hogi — ‘
Phir maine call lagayi. Usne cut kar diya.
Mera voice message (gehri awaaz mein): “Noureen… teri woh naram kamar… maine haath rakh kar feel kiya tha. Agar akela hota toh tujhe wall se laga kar teri salwar neeche karke dekh leta… teri chut kitni geeli hoti hai mere H.indu lund ke liye. Tu Amjad ki biwi hai, lekin teri body mera naam le rahi hai. Ek baar reply kar de… bas itna bata ki tu bhi soch rahi hai mujhe.”
Is voice message ke baad Noureen ne koi text reply nahi bheja, lekin main jaanta tha usne suna hoga.
Meri gandi soch raat ko: “Abhi raat ke 2 baje honge. Noureen Amjad ke paas bed par leti hogi. Amjad so chuka hoga. Noureen ki aankhen khuli hongi. Haath chupke se apni salwar ke andar hoga. Woh mera voice message dobara sun rahi hogi earphone mein. ‘Teri chut kitni geeli hoti hai mere H.indu lund ke liye…’ sunte hi uski ungliyan tez ho gayi hongi. Woh soch rahi hogi — changing room mein main uske peeche se chipak kar uska bra khol deta, uski bhari M.slim chhatiyon ko masalta, nipples ko chusta aur kaan mein bolta, ‘Amjad ki yeh pyasi M.slim biwi… ab meri hone wali hai. Teri M.slim chut sirf mera H.indu lund maangegi.’
Is fantasy se woh zor se kaanp uthi hogi. Teesri baar jhad chuki hogi aaj, chut se paani ki dhaar bah rahi hogi, panty aur bedsheet bheeg chuki hogi. Phir bhi tadap nahi ruk rahi hogi. Woh soch rahi hogi — ‘Main Amjad ki biwi hoon… do bachchon ki maa hoon… phir bhi Aarav ke naam se itni baar jhad rahi hoon…’ Guilt aur tadap dono saath-saath usko cheer rahe honge.”
Yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Noureen jitna bhi “band kar do” bolegi, utna hi gehra dhans jaayegi mere H.indu touch mein. Uske messages mein ‘nahi’ likha hai, lekin uski body aur uski ungliyan ‘haan’ bol rahi hain.
Ab meri gandi soch aur gehri ho gayi. Main bed par leta soch raha tha… Noureen abhi kya kar rahi hogi? Amjad ke paas bed par leti hogi, lekin uska dimag mere paas hoga. Uski chut abhi bhi geeli hogi. Haath chupke se apni salwar ke andar ja raha hoga. Woh dheere-dheere apni clit ragad rahi hogi aur soch rahi hogi — “Aarav… tum mujhe itna tadpa rahe ho… main Amjad ki biwi hoon… lekin tumhara H.indu lund meri M.slim chut ke andar… ahhh…” Uske aansu nikal aa rahe honge guilt se, lekin ungliyan tez ho rahi hongi. Woh teen baar jhad chuki hogi sirf mere messages yaad kar ke. Phir bhi tadap nahi ruk rahi hogi.
Main aur sochne laga… Kal jab hum phir milenge, main usko aur gehra tadpaunga. Uske changing room wale pal ko yaad dilakar usko bolunga — “Noureen, yaad hai jab maine tumhari gaand par lund ragda tha? Abhi bhi feel ho raha hai na?” Aur woh sirf kaanp ke reh jayegi. Uske nipples sakht ho jayenge. Uski chut se ras tapakne lagega. Woh bol degi “Aarav please…” lekin uska jism bol raha hoga “Andar daal do…”
Yeh sirf shuruaat hai meri pyari M.slim Noureen. Tu jitna bhi inkaar karegi, utna hi gehra dhans jaayegi mere H.indu touch mein. Abhi toh bohot kuch baaki hai… bohot gehra, bohot ganda, bohot tadpane wala.
Such raha tha our sat sat apne lund ko hila raha tha our bol raha tha subar kar Aarav ak din Noureen khud apni M.slim choot tara is H.indu lund sac hudna aaee gi ya such ta howa mara pani nikar gaya our mai nidhal ho ka late gaya our washroom ja ka apna ap ko saf kiya our pher mobile utya lakin us mai noureen ka koi message nahee aaya tha our pher suchta howa mai kab so gaya.