Adultery Shaadishuda Jhanvi aur Mature Uncles ki Garmi aur Deewangi

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Dukaan ke andar mahaul bahut garam aur intimate ho chuka tha. Main Suresh uncle ki baazu aur Ramesh uncle ke haath ko dressing kar rahi thi. Mere boobs unke chehre ke bilkul paas latak rahe the, pallu side ho gaya tha aur cleavage bahut gehra dikh raha tha. Uncles ki baatein ab aur bold hone lagi thi aur unke haath dheere-dheere mere badan ke kareeb aa rahe the.


Tabhi maine khud par kaabu paaya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha, chut geeli thi, par maine apne aap ko sambhala. Maine saans le kar pallu ko theek kiya, thoda peeche hati aur narm par firm awaaz mein boli:


“Dekhiye uncle… aap logon ne mere liye bahut kuch kiya hai aaj. Main aap sabki bahut shukrguzaar hoon. Sach mein… aap log bahut ache aur bahadur lag rahe ho. Par aisi ashleel baatein karna zaroori hai kya? Aap sab itne bade log hain, mujhe aisi baatein aap se shobha nahi deti. Please… aise mat boliye.”


Maine yeh bolte waqt neeche dekha, chehra laal tha, par awaaz mein ek narmi aur request thi.


Uncles ek dusre ko dekhte hue thode ruk gaye. Suresh uncle (jo sabse mota aur ghayal tha) pehle muskuraya. Usne apni baazu ko dekha jahan maine pallu se bandh diya tha aur dheere se bola:


“Arre bhabhi… maaf karna. Hum logon ki aadat ho gayi hai aisi baatein karne ki. Aap itni sundar aur fresh ho ki muh se nikal jaati hai. Theek hai… ab aisi baatein nahi karenge. Aap bilkul sahi keh rahi ho.”


Ramesh uncle ne apna ghayal haath dekhte hue friendly muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Haan bhabhi, aap gussa mat ho. Hum log aapko bahut respect karte hain. Aaj aapne humari dressing ki, humein paani diya… sach mein aap bahut acchi aur sanskaari bahu ho. Ab sirf baat karte hain aapke baare mein – aapka beta kaisa hai?

Bahut pyaara hoga.”


Teesre uncle friendly tone mein bole, “Bhabhi, aap toh har roz market nahi aati ho na? Ufff aate raho rozana , aap aate ho toh Hum log aapko dekh kar hi din acha ho jaata tha. Aap itni fit aur sundar ho…

Aapko koi takleef toh nahi hui na aaj? Woh gunde bahut khatarnak the.”


Chautha uncle ne bhi tone badal di,

“Haan ji, aap bilkul sahi keh rahi ho. Hum log bade hain, aapko aisi baatein nahi karni chahiye. Ab aapko ghar tak chhod dete hain. Rasta theek hai kya? Agar aap chahein toh hum aapke saath chal kar aapke ghar ke paas tak le jaayen.”


Ab woh logon ki baatein double meaning mein thi, par overtly sexual nahi. Woh ab zyada friendly aur respectful lag rahe the, par unki nazrein ab bhi kabhi-kabhi mere boobs aur figure pe jaati thi. Unhone mujhe “bhabhi” aur “ji” kehna shuru kar diya tha.


Suresh uncle ne muskurate hue kaha,

“Bhabhi, aapka pallu bahut accha hai… par aaj ladai mein thoda phaT gaya lagta hai. Ghar jaakar change kar lena. Hum log aapke liye kuch bhi kar sakte hain… bas aap boliye.? Aap el bacche ki maa hokar bhi itni fit mummy ho, dekh kar accha lagta hai.”


Ramesh uncle ne friendly andaaz mein add kiya, “Haan bhabhi, aap market mein sabzi khareedti ho na? Agli baar hum bhi saath chalenge… aapko heavy bag uthane mein takleef hoti hogi. Hum log madad kar denge.

Ek baat aur kahunga “Aapki figure dekh kar lagta hai aap bahut exercise karti ho… bahut acchi baat hai.”


Main unki baaton se thoda relax ho gayi thi. Ab woh log mujhe aur zyada close feel ho rahe the – jaise dost ban gaye hon. Par unki aankhon mein ab bhi woh purani hawas wali chamak thi, bas ab woh usko chhupa rahe the.


Maine dheere se muskurate hue kahi, “Thank you uncles… aap log sach mein bahut ache hain. Waise Aap logon ne aaj mujhe bachaya… main kabhi nahi bhoolungi.”


Uncles hans pade. Suresh uncle ne kaha, “Arre bhabhi, aap smile karti ho toh pura dukaan roshan ho jaata hai. Chaliye ab hum aapko ghar tak chhodte hain. Chalte chalte Raste mein aap bataiye… aapka favourite juice kya hai? Agli baar juice shop pe hum aapke liye special banayenge… bilkul light aur fresh, aapki figure ke hisaab se.”


Ab baatein double meaning mein thi par seedhe sexual nahi – jaise “special”, “fresh”, “figure ke hisaab se” – par woh log mujhe directly nahi ched rahe the. Woh ab mujhe aur zyada friendly treat kar rahe the, mera beta, mera ghar, mera routine pooch rahe the.


Main unke saath dukaan se bahar nikalte waqt soch rahi thi:


‘Maine sahi kiya jo rok liya… par yeh log ab bhi mujhe dekh rahe hain. Unki nazrein ab bhi mere badan pe hain, par baatein badal gayi hain. Ab yeh dost jaise behave kar rahe hain… par andar se pata nahi kya soch rahe hain. Meri chut abhi bhi halki geeli hai… par ab sharm kam ho rahi hai aur ek nayi closeness feel ho rahi hai in logon se.’


Hum sab saath mein chal pade – main beech mein aur woh chaar uncle charon taraf. Ab mahaul thoda halka tha, par unki friendly baaton ke peeche ab bhi woh purani tadap chhupi hui thi.


Ghar ke paas pahunchte-pahunchte Suresh uncle ne kaha, “Bhabhi, kal market mein milte hain na? Hum aapka intezaar karenge.”


Main sirf muskurayi aur society ke gate the andar chali gayi.


Ghar Par raat ko bistar pe let kar unki himmat, unki chot aur unki badli hui baatein yaad aa rahi thi..

aur mann mein ek nayi uljhan shuru ho gayi thi.

Raat ko ghar aakar bed pe leti hui main un chaar uncles ke baare mein soch rahi thi. Aaj unhone mere liye ladai ki, chot khayi, phir bhi mujhe respect dene lage. Mere mann mein unke past ke baare mein bahut sawaal uth rahe the – yeh log kaun the pehle? Kyun itne horny aur experienced lagte hain? Kyun unki baatein itni double meaning wali hoti hain?


Main unke dukaan mein baith kar unki baaton se kuch-kuch samajh gayi thi. Unhone khud hi apna past thoda bata diya tha jab hum ghar chhodne ke liye saath chal rahe the.


Suresh uncle (sabse mota, 52 saal, jo sabse zyada ghayal hua tha) – Yeh pehle army mein tha. 25 saal service ki, phir retire hokar yeh kirana store khol liya. Unki biwi 10 saal pehle guzar gayi thi cancer se. Unke do bete abroad settle hain, sirf phone pe baat hoti hai. Unhone bataya, “Bhabhi, fauji life mein bahut discipline tha, par retire hone ke baad time hi nahi guzarta. Market, dukaan, aur thodi si masti… bas yahi toh zindagi bachi hai.” Unki aankhon mein ek akelapan tha, par jab woh mujhe dekhte the toh woh akelapan lust mein badal jaata tha.


Ramesh uncle (juice wala, 48 saal) – Yeh pehle truck driver tha. Poore North India ghuma hai – Delhi se Mumbai, Kolkata tak. Bahut saal road pe guzare, alag-alag sheheron mein alag-alag auraton ke saath. Unhone friendly andaaz mein kaha tha, “Bhabhi, driver ki life mein raat ko akela padta tha… tab se aadat pad gayi baatein karne ki. Ab juice shop khol liya hai, par purani aadat nahi gayi.” Unki biwi se divorce ho chuka tha kyunki woh zyada tar bahar rehta tha. Ab akela rehta hai upar wale kamre mein.


Vijay uncle (sabzi wala, 55 saal) – Sabse senior. Yeh pehle ek chhote se gaon mein zamindar tha. Family business tha, par shadi ke baad biwi ke saath bahut jhagde hue. Biwi ne bachchon ke saath alag rehna shuru kar diya. Ab yahan aakar sabzi ka thela lagate hain. Unhone muskurate hue kaha, “Bhabhi, gaon mein toh bahut logon ko ‘sambhala’ tha… ab yahan sirf baaton se hi kaam chalta hai.” Unki awaaz mein purana arrogance aur experience dono tha.


Manoj uncle (kirana store mein baithne wala, 47 saal) – Yeh sabse chhupa hua tha. Pehle ek factory mein supervisor tha. Bahut strict boss tha, workers ko daantta rehta tha. Phir factory band ho gayi, ab dukaan mein partner hai Suresh uncle ke saath. Unki biwi roz roz jhagadti hai paise ke liye, isliye woh din bhar dukaan pe hi baitha rehta hai. Unhone kaha, “Bhabhi, ghar mein toh sirf daant padti hai… yahan aap jaise sundar chehre dekh kar dil khush ho jaata hai.”


Un sabke past sun kar mujhe samajh aa gaya ki yeh log kyun itne pyase aur tadpaane wale hain. Sabki life mein ek akelapan tha – biwi ya toh guzar gayi, ya alag ho gayi, ya roz ka jhagda. Bachche door, time zyada, par energy ab bhi jawan. Market aur dukaan unke liye sirf business nahi, ek escape tha… aur main unke liye ek fresh, buxom, young aurat jo unki purani pyas ko jagati thi.


Par aaj jab maine unhe rok liya tha ashleel baaton se, tab unhone apna andaaz badal liya tha. Ab woh mujhe “bhabhi ji” keh kar baat kar rahe the, mera beta pooch rahe the, mera routine pooch rahe the. Par unki nazrein ab bhi kabhi-kabhi mere boobs pe, kamar pe aur gaand pe ruk jaati thi. Double meaning ab bhi thi, par dheemi aur friendly – jaise “aapki figure bahut acchi hai, roz market aane se fit rehti ho” ya “aap itni fresh lagti ho, juice piya karo roz”.


Raat ko bed pe let kar main soch rahi thi:


‘Yeh sab ache log hain… par andar se bahut pyase hain. Unka past unhe aisa bana diya hai. Aaj unhone mere liye khoon bahaya… par maine unhe rok diya. Ab woh dost banne ki koshish kar rahe hain. Par mujhe pata hai, yeh friendship sirf upar-upar ki hai. Andar wohi tadap hai.


Kal market mein milenge toh kya hoga? Kya main phir se gehra blouse pehen kar jaungi? Kya woh phir se purani style mein baat karne lagenge? Ya ab yeh naya respectful wala khel chalega?


Mera mann confuse tha… par chut mein ab bhi halka geela pan tha unki himmat aur unke past ko soch kar.’


Ab yeh khel aur interesting hone wala tha.