Adultery Shaadishuda Jhanvi aur Mature Uncles ki Garmi aur Deewangi

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Mera naam Jhanvi hai. Main 29 saal ki hoon, ek bete ki maa, aur ek aisi aurat jo apni har ada se logon ko tadpa deti hai.

Mera badan bahut fit aur seductive hai — bade, bhare-bhare, gol mamme jo har saans ke saath upar-neeche hilte hain, patli kamar jo un mammon ke neeche ek zabardast contrast banati hai, aur ek moti, ubhari hui gaand jo chiffon saree mein hilte hue har mard ka dil baith jaati hai. Meri gori skin, lambe kaale baal aur badi-badi aankhein mujhe ek khoobsurat married woman ka perfect mixture banati hain.




Par main bahut sharmili bhi hoon. Jab koi mujhe ghoorta hai, mere gehre cleavage ko dekhta hai ya meri hilti hui gaand pe nazar tikata hai, toh mera chehra turant laal ho jaata hai. Dil zor-zor se dhadakne lagta hai aur main aankhein neeche kar leti hoon. Phir bhi, andar kahin ek chhoti si aag jalti rehti hai — ek aisi pyas jo dheere-dheere badhti ja rahi hai.

Roz subah jab main apni favourite transparent chiffon saree aur deep-neck sleeveless blouse pehen kar market jaati hoon, toh bahar se main ek sanskaari, sharmili bhabhi lagti hoon… lekin andar se main jaanti hoon ki meri yeh sharm aur meri yeh sexiness, dono milkar mujhe ek dangerous aurat bana rahi hain.

3 mahine pehle mein aur mere pati aur bete ek naye city shift huye the , hubby ke ek project fir se ek dusre dusre sheher mein aaya tha aur bas who hi wahan chale gaye the. Is naye sheher mein Ab yeh naya safar shuru ho chuka hai… jahaan meri sharm aur meri hawas, dono saath-saath chal rahi hain.

Har roz subah main apni favourite chiffon saree aur sleeveless blouse pehen kar vegetable market jaati hoon. Pehle hafte main thodi conservative thi – normal blouse, thoda sa deep neck, par cleavage nahi dikhati thi. Par un uncle logon ki nazrein aur unki baatein mujhe andar se kuch alag feel karwa deti thi.

Pehla din yaad hai… Main sabzi chun rahi thi aur piche se ek kaale, motey uncle ki awaaz aayi, “Arre Jhanvi bhabhi, aaj itni tight blouse pehen li? Lagta hai aapke ‘melons’ ko saans lene ki zarurat pad rahi hai.”




Main neeche jhuki thi, toh unki aankhein meri kamar aur gaand pe thi. Maine kuch nahi bola, bas muskurakar chup reh gayi. Par dil mein ek halki si garmi mehsoos hui.

Juice shop pe pahunchi toh wahan ka 48 saal ka kaala, bada sa uncle, Ramesh uncle, glass dete hue bola, “Bhabhi, aaj special thick juice banaun? Bahut creamy aur garam andar tak pahunchne wala… aapki figure ke hisaab se perfect rahega.”

Main sharma kar sirf “Normal hi de do uncle” bol diya. Par uski aankhein mere boobs pe tik gayi thi.

Kirana store mein toh mahaul hi alag tha. Teen-chaar hefty uncles hamesha baithte the – sab 40-50 ke, kaale, motey, aur hamesha horny. Ek ne bola, “Jhanvi ji, aaj saree mein bahut glow aa raha hai… shayad raat mein pati ne achhe se ‘serve’ kiya hoga?”

Main pehle hafte bilkul chup rehti. Bas cheezein le kar nikal jaati.

Lekin dheere dheere badalne lagi main.

Dusre hafte main sleeveless blouses pehenne lagi – arms poore khule, back deep cut. Jab main market mein jhukti, toh meri smooth peeth aur blouse ka deep cut saaf dikhta. Uncles ke muh khul jaate.

Ek din sabzi wala uncle ne kaha, “Bhabhi, aaj toh back bilkul khula chhod rakha hai… thand lag jaayegi. Chahiye toh hum garam haathon se seka de?”

Maine pehli baar halka sa smile kiya aur bola, “Uncle, aapke haath toh bahut garam hain… par main sambhal lungi.”

Juice shop pe Ramesh uncle ne aankh maari, “Bhabhi, aaj blouse mein se bahut ‘juice’ tapak raha hai lagta hai. Special creamy milkshake banaun aaj? Bahut thick aur sticky… andar tak gehraai tak pahunchega.”

Maine thoda jhuk kar, apne bade boobs ko aur highlight karte hue kaha, “Uncle, thoda kam hi daalna… warna overflow ho jaayega.”

Teesre hafte main puri tarah badal chuki thi.

Ab main bahut deep cleavage wale, tight sleeveless blouses pehenti thi. Mere heavy boobs kaam se kaam 50% dikh rahe hote, blouse itna low-cut ki bra ka lace bhi halka sa dikhta. Saree bilkul transparent chiffon ki – andar ka petticoat aur thighs ki line saaf dikh rahi hoti. Jab main chalti, toh saree meri gaand pe tight padti aur har kadam mein hips hilte.

Aaj subah bhi main aisi hi dressed thi.

Vegetable market mein jaise hi main jhuki, sabzi wala uncle saans rok kar bola, “Hayee Jhanvi bhabhi… aaj toh cleavage se doodh nikalne wala hai! Itne bade aur tight ‘tamatar’ kab se laayi ho? Hum bhi chakhna chahte hain thoda sa.”

Maine muskurate hue, apni saree thodi aur neeche kheench kar cleavage aur gehra karte hue kaha, “Uncle, sirf dekhne ki hi adat hai aapki? Chakhna hai toh boliye na… par haath nahi lagaane ka waada hai na?”

Unka chehra laal pad gaya. Woh sirf dekh sakte the, chhoo nahi sakte the.

Juice shop pahunchi. Ramesh uncle ki aankhein mere boobs pe atak gayi. Usne bola, “Bhabhi, aaj toh aapke ‘juicy melons’ se pura market garam ho raha hai. Special thick, creamy, aur bahut gehra juice banaun? Aapki chutiyon ke andar tak thanda karega… aur bahar se garam.”

Maine apne boobs ko thoda sa upar dhakel kar, unhe aur bada dikhate hue flirt kiya, “Uncle, aap toh bahut experienced lagte ho… par sirf baatein hi karte ho. Kabhi asli juice pilaya hai kisi ko? Ya sirf glass mein hi daalte ho?”

Woh hans pada, “Bhabhi, agar aap allow karo toh main apna pura ‘jug’ khali kar doon aapke andar.”

Main hasi aur boli, “Jug toh dekhti hoon… par andar tak pahunchane ki himmat hai bhi aapmein?”

Last mein kirana store.

Wahan sabse maza aata tha. Jaise hi main andar gayi, sab uncles ki nazrein meri transparent saree, deep cleavage aur hilti hui gaand pe pad gayi.

Ek uncle bola, “Jhanvi madam, yeh transparent saree mein toh pura ‘maal’ dikh raha hai. Andar kya pehna hai? Ya kuch nahi?”

Maine dheere se ghum kar apni gaand unki taraf karte hue kaha, “Uncle, dekh lo na… sab dikh raha hai toh. Par haath mat lagana, warna main chillaa dungi.”

Dusra uncle, jo sabse mota tha, saans phoolte hue bola, “Bhabhi, aapki gaand itni gol aur tight… ek baar press kar loon toh jaan nikal jaayegi. Aapke pati ko pata hai ki unki biwi itni ‘hot maal’ hai?”

Maine unke saamne jhuk kar, apne boobs ko aur gehra dikhate hue seductive awaaz mein kaha, “Pati toh bahar hai… aur main yahan aap logon ke saath maze le rahi hoon. Aap log sirf baatein karte ho, par mujhe toh ab asli maza chahiye… kab tak sirf nazron se hi chodoge mujhe?”

Sab uncles ke muh khul gaye. Unki aankhon mein pure lust tha. Woh mujhe chodna chahte the, par sirf baaton aur nazron se hi.

Main unke saamne apni saree thodi adjust karti, boobs hilati, hips ghumati… aur unke double meaning ka jawab double meaning mein deti.

Andar se main bhi bahut garam ho chuki thi. Unki horny nazrein, unki gandi baatein, aur yeh feeling ki woh mujhe chhoo nahi sakte… sab kuch mujhe aur zyada wet kar deta tha.

Har roz yeh khel chalta rehta. Main jaanti thi ki yeh dangerous hai, par yeh excitement mujhe rok nahi paa rahi thi.

Ab main har roz aur gehra blouse, aur transparent saree pehen kar jaati hoon… taaki un uncle logon ko aur tadpa saku.

Aur woh tadapte rehte hain… sirf dekh kar, baatein kar .