Adultery Shaadishuda Jhanvi aur Mature Uncles ki Garmi aur Deewangi

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Aaj bus strike ke karan main us chhote se six-seater sharing auto mein baithi hui thi, aur ab sirf main aur woh chaar motey-kaale, 40-50 saal ke hefty uncle log bache the. Auto ke har jhatke mein mera badan unke badan se ragad raha tha. Main beech mein baithi thi, aur woh charon taraf se mujhe gher ke baith gaye the – ek bagal mein, ek saamne, ek dusre bagal mein aur ek thoda peeche.


Unki baatein sun-sun kar mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Chehra bilkul laal ho chuka tha, aankhein neeche jhuki hui thi, haath saree ke pallu ko tightly pakde hue the. Par andar… andar kuch aur hi ho raha tha.


‘Hayee bhagwan… yeh log kya bol rahe hain? Yeh sab meri baare mein hi toh baat kar rahe hain. Mere boobs ko “bhaari-bhaari doodh se phati pad rahi hai” bol rahe hain… sach mein mere mamme itne tight aur bhare hue hain aaj. Blouse itna low-cut hai ki nipples ke upar sirf patla sa fabric hai. Har baar auto hilta hai toh woh uncle ki taang meri jhangon se ragadti hai aur mere nipples aur sakht ho jaate hain. Sharm aa rahi hai… par meri chut mein ek halka sa current daud raha hai.’


Mota uncle jo mere bilkul bagal mein baitha tha, uski garam saans mere kaan pe pad rahi thi jab woh bola, “Aisi cheez ko peeche se pakad kar zor-zor se thokna padta hai…”


Maine mann mein socha, ‘Arre… yeh toh meri gaand ki baat kar raha hai. Meri moti, gol gaand… jo har kadam mein hilti hai. Soch raha hoga kaise peeche se pakad kar mujhe ghodi bana de aur apna mota kaala lund meri chut mein ghusa de. Haye… agar sach mein aisa kare toh? Mere pati itne din se nahi chod rahe… meri chut bahut pyasi ho gayi hai. Par nahi… main married hoon, bete ki maa hoon… phir bhi yeh baatein sun kar meri chut geeli kyun ho rahi hai? Panties mein pani nikal raha hai, feel ho raha hai.’


Dusra uncle saamne se bola, “Kitni der tak leg paayegi woh?”


Mere dil ne dhak se kaha, ‘Yeh pooch raha hai ki main kitni der tak unka mota lund le paungi. Sach bolun toh mujhe nahi pata… mere pati ka normal size ka hai, par yeh uncle log toh bahut motey-taazey hain. Unka lund kitna bada hoga? Soch kar hi meri chut mein ek khali pan mehsoos ho raha hai. Sharm se mar jaungi… par mann mein ek awaaz keh rahi hai – “ek baar try kar toh dekh…” Nahi Jhanvi, control kar… bas sunti reh.’


Teesra uncle ne kaha, “Andar bahut geela ho raha hoga aisi garmi mein… koi thanda karne wala creamy thick juice chahiye kya?”


Main mann hi mann garam ho gayi, ‘Hayee… yeh toh seedha meri chut ki baat kar raha hai. Meri chut abhi se bahut geeli ho chuki hai unki baaton se. Geela pan feel ho raha hai… agar main haath lagaun toh panty puri tarah bhig gayi hogi. Yeh log soch rahe honge ki meri chut kitni tight aur geeli hogi. Unka creamy maal andar bharne ki baat kar rahe hain… agar sach mein andar tak bhar dein toh kaisa feel hoga? Mere pure badan mein current daud jaayega. Sharm aa rahi hai itni ki aankh utha kar bhi nahi dekh paa rahi, par nipples itne sakht ho gaye hain ki blouse ke upar se dikh rahe honge. Yeh log dekh rahe honge na?’


Chautha uncle ne muskura kar kaha, “Upar wale mamme dekho… itne bade aur tight… ek baar muh laga kar chusun toh kitna doodh nikaal paaunga.”


Mere mann ne turant react kiya, ‘Mere boobs… woh mere bade mammon ki baat kar rahe hain. Aaj bra nahi pehni, isliye woh zor-zor se hil rahe hain. Soch rahe honge dono nipples ko muh mein le kar chusenge aur doodh nikaalenge. Haye… mere nipples bahut sensitive hain. Agar koi sach mein chuse toh main control nahi kar paungi. Mann mein ek picture ban rahi hai – main unke beech mein baithi, ek uncle mere boobs chus raha hai, dusra peeche se gaand pakad kar ragad raha hai… aur main bas sharma rahi hoon. Yeh sab soch kar meri chut aur geeli ho rahi hai. Main kya ho gayi hoon? Ek respectable married lady… par yeh baatein sun kar itni pyasi kyun feel ho rahi hoon?’


Auto ka har jhatka mujhe unke badan se aur ragad raha tha. Mota bagal wala uncle ki jaangh meri jaangh se sata hua tha. Main feel kar rahi thi ki uska lund pant mein khada hoga… garam aur mota.


‘Sharm se mar ja rahi hoon… par yeh excitement rok nahi paa rahi. Unki nazrein mere cleavage pe, meri hilti hui gaand pe, meri jhangon pe… sab jagah ghum rahi hain. Woh jaan-bujh kar double meaning bol rahe hain taaki main sunti rahun. Aur main… main kuch bol nahi paa rahi, bas sun rahi hoon aur andar se jal rahi hoon.


Ek taraf sharm hai ki main ek biwi hoon, maa hoon… dusri taraf yeh pyas hai jo pati ke absence mein badh rahi hai. Unki baatein meri chut ko tadpa rahi hain. Soch rahi hoon… agar yeh log haath lagaane ki koshish karein toh main kya karungi? Chillaoongi? Ya bas chup rehungi aur enjoy karungi?


Abhi toh bas sun rahi hoon… par har baat ke saath meri saansein tez ho rahi hain, chut geeli ho rahi hai aur mann mein ek chhoti si ichchha jag rahi hai – “thoda aur sunti rahun… aur gehra sunti rahun…”’


Auto abhi bhi chal raha tha. Woh chaar uncle ab bhi aapas mein hi gandi-gandi baatein kar rahe the, kabhi-kabhi meri taraf dekhte hue muskurate. Main sirf neeche dekhe ja rahi thi, par mera badan garam ho chuka tha aur mann mein ek toofan macha hua tha – sharm, pyas, excitement aur guilt ka mila-jula ehsaas.


Yeh safar aur kitna lamba hoga… aur main isme aur kitni gehraai tak jaungi, khud nahi jaanti.

Auto abhi bhi chal raha tha aur woh chaar uncle log aapas mein hi gandi-gandi double meaning baatein kar rahe the. Har baat sun kar mera badan garam ho raha tha, chut geeli ho chuki thi aur mann mein purane din yaad aa rahe the.


‘Hayee… yeh baatein sun kar mera past khud-ba-khud yaad aa raha hai. Shadi se pehle aur shadi ke baad bhi… main hamesha aise hi mature, hefty uncles ke attraction mein phasti rahi hoon. Sharm toh aati hai, par yeh tadap rukti nahi.’


Pehla experience yaad hai… main tab sirf 22 saal ki thi, abhi-abhi college khatam kiya tha. Ghar ke paas ek purana kirana store tha. Wahan ka owner uncle – naam tha Rajesh uncle, umar 52 saal, kaala, mota, badi-badi pet wala. Main roz chhoti-chhoti cheezein lene jaati thi. Pehle toh woh normal baat karte the, par dheere-dheere unki nazrein mere ubharte hue boobs pe tikne lagi.


Ek din main tight salwar-kameez pehen kar gayi thi. Jab main counter pe jhuki toh uncle ne muskurate hue kaha, “Beta, aaj toh upar wala maal bahut tight packing mein hai… saans lene mein takleef toh nahi ho rahi?” Maine sharma kar kuch nahi bola, par dil mein garmi mehsoos hui. Us din se unki baatein double meaning ki hone lagi – “Beta, yeh packet tight hai, haath se kholna padega… warna andar ka maal nahi niklega.”


 
Main chup-chaap sunti, muskurati, par ghar jaakar raat ko yaad karke apni chut ko haath se ragadti. Ek din unhone mujhe peeche ke godown mein bula liya. Wahan sirf hum dono the. Unhone kaha, “Jhanvi, teri figure bahut zabardast hai… agar ek baar haath laga loon toh pata chal jaaye kitni soft hai yeh cheez.” Maine dar ke maare mana kar diya, par andar se bahut garam ho gayi thi. Us din maine sirf unki baaton se hi jhad gayi thi ghar pahunch kar.


Phir shadi ho gayi. Mere pati accha hai, par office ke kaam mein itna busy ki raat ko thak kar so jaate hain. Sex bhi routine sa ho gaya tha – jaldi-jaldi, bina maza ke. Tab se yeh market wale uncles ka silsila shuru hua.


Pehle hafte main ignore karti thi, par unki horny nazrein aur gandi baatein mujhe yaad dilati thi college ke time ki. Ek baar juice shop ke Ramesh uncle ne mujhe pehle hi hafte mein hi tease kiya tha – “Bhabhi, aapka juice bahut thick hai lagta hai… andar tak pahunchane mein time lagega.” Main sharma gayi thi, par ghar aakar socha tha – ‘Kash yeh uncle sach mein apna mota lund andar daal kar thanda kar de…’


Teesre hafte jab main deep cleavage wale blouse aur transparent saree pehen kar jaane lagi, tab mera mann puri tarah khul gaya tha. Unki baatein sun-sun kar mann mein purana fantasy jagta – chaar-chaar uncles mujhe gher kar, mere boobs chus rahe hain, ek meri chut mein lund daal raha hai, dusra gaand mein… aur main bas moan kar rahi hoon.


Aaj auto mein bhi yahi ho raha hai. Yeh chaar uncle bilkul uss kirana store wale uncles jaise hain – motey, kaale, experienced aur hamesha pyase. Unki har baat mere past ko refresh kar rahi hai.


‘Soch rahi hoon… agar aaj yeh log haath lagaane ki koshish karein toh kya karungi? Pehle toh chillati, par ab… ab mann ke andar ek chhoti si awaaz keh rahi hai – “thoda sa touch hone de… dekh toh sahi kitna maza aata hai.” Par nahi, main married hoon, bete ki maa hoon. Phir bhi yeh sharm aur pyas ka khel… kitna dangerous aur kitna exciting hai.


Ek baar college ke time ek bus mein bhi aisa hi hua tha. Bahut bheed thi, ek 45 saal ka uncle mere peeche khada tha. Har brake mein uska lund meri gaand pe ragadta tha. Woh dheere se mere kaan mein bola tha, “Madam, aapki yeh soft cheez bahut garam kar rahi hai…” Maine kuch nahi kaha tha, bas chup rahi thi aur andar se bahut wet ho gayi thi. Ghar pahunch kar maine apni chut mein ungli daal kar us uncle ke naam se hi jhad gayi thi.


Aaj bhi wahi feel ho raha hai. Auto ke har jhatke mein mera badan in uncles se ragad raha hai. Mera mann bol raha hai – ‘Jhanvi, yeh log tere liye hi baatein kar rahe hain. Unki nazrein tere boobs pe, teri gaand pe… agar tu thoda sa smile kar de ya aankh mila le toh yeh khel aur aage badh sakta hai.’


Par abhi main bas sun rahi hoon… sharma rahi hoon… aur andar se tadap rahi hoon.



Past ke yeh saare experiences mujhe yaad dilaa rahe hain ki main kitni pyasi hoon andar se. Ek din… shayad ek din main apne terms par yeh sab allow karungi. Par abhi sirf sunti rahungi aur apni chut ko geela hone dungi.


Auto abhi rukne wala nahi tha… aur mera mann bhi rukne wala nahi tha in purane aur naye fantasies ke beech.