Adultery Mrs.Roshni - Buddhon Ke Jaal me Phasi

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Mukesh Mama aur main aage ki taraf chalte hue. Unka haath abhi bhi meri kamar par tha, halka sa support jaisa, lekin main jaanti thi ki usme woh purani tharki bhookh abhi bhi jal rahi thi. Har kadam ke saath meri saree ki ghunghar wali ghungroo si awaaz ho rahi thi, aur meri bur abhi bhi geeli thi unki baaton aur chhue hue se. Uffff… yeh buddha itna confident tha, jaise gaon ki saari bahuon ko chod chuke honge 


 
Wahan par ek chota sa ghar tha khetin ke beecho beech. Wahan andar pahunch kar Mama ne darwaza band kiya aur mujhe drawing room ki taraf le gaye. Woh sofa par baith gaye, apni moti taange faila kar, aur mujhe apne saamne khade rehne ko ishara kiya.


“Bahu… paani pi le. Thak gayi hogi na? Khet mein toh bahut garmi thi,” unhone muskurate hue kaha, lekin unki nazar meri chuchiyon par thi, jahan se paseena ki boondein blouse ko geela kar rahi thi.


Main paani ka glass le kar pi rahi thi jab Mama uth kar mere bilkul peeche aa gaye. Unki saans meri gardan par pad rahi thi. Unhone dheere se meri kamar pakdi aur kaan mein bola,


“Roshni beta… tu bahut achhi ladki hai. Ramesh ki wafadari kar rahi hai… yeh baat bahut achhi lagi. Lekin… kabhi-kabhi zindagi mein chhote-chhote maza bhi lene chahiye. Main tujhe zabardasti nahi karunga… bas ek baar Mama ko apni chuchiyan dikha de. Bas dekhne ke liye. Phir jo tu kahegi, wohi hoga.”



Meri saans tez ho gayi. Main glass side par rakh kar khadi rahi. Unki ungliyan meri kamar par ghum rahi thi. Andar se guilt aur hawas ka sangharsh chal raha tha. Pehle Aslam-Salim, phir Karan, momo wala… aur ab yeh. Meri body in buddhon ke liye itni responsive kyun ho gayi thi?


“Mama… please…” main dheere se boli, lekin meri awaaz mein mazbooti kam thi.


Mama ne mera pallu dheere se side kiya aur meri nabhi ko ungli se chhedte hue bola, “Arre bahu… bas ek baar. Teri yeh patli kamar aur ubhari hui choochiyan… Mama ko bas chhoo lene de. Dekh, mera lund toh abhi se khada ho gaya hai teri wajah se.”


Unhone meri ek haath pakad kar apni dhoti ke upar se apne mothe lund par rakh diya. Uffff… woh bahut mota aur garam tha. Mera haath apne aap us par se hata nahi pa raha tha. Mama ne meri blouse ke hook par haath rakha aur dheere se ek hook khol diya.


“Bas… Mama ko dekhne de teri doodh wali choochiyan…”


Maine aankhein band kar li. Guilt tha, lekin sharir maan nahi raha tha. Blouse ke dono hook khul gaye aur meri badi-badi, bhari choochiyan bahar aa gayi – nipples sakht aur ubhare hue. Mama ki saans tez ho gayi.


“Arre waah bahu… kitni sundar hain! Jaise do bade-bade rasile aam. Yeh toh Ramesh bhi roz nahi dekh paata hoga itne khule.”


Unhone dono haathon se meri choochiyan pakad li aur dheere-dheere masalne lage. Unki ungliyan nipples ko pinch kar rahi thi. Main siskari bhar uthi, “Aahhh… Mama… yeh galat hai…”


Lekin Mama ne ek choochi muh mein le li aur zor-zor se choosne lage. Meri taange kaanp rahi thi. Unki daadi meri soft skin par ragad rahi thi, jo ek alag si maza de rahi thi. Maine apna haath unke sir par rakh diya, na jaane kyun.


“Uffff bahu… kitni geeli hai teri bur! Paani toh bah raha hai.

Meri chuchiyan nangi thi, blouse ke hooks khule hue, aur unki ungliyan meri nipples ke around ghum rahi thi – halke-halke se, jaise unhe chhed rahi ho. Meri bur abhi bhi geeli aur tadap rahi thi unki baaton aur chhue hue se, lekin maine apne aap ko rok liya tha.



“Mama… bas… yeh bahut ho gaya,” main dheere se boli, meri awaaz mein sharm aur hawas dono the. Maine apni chuchiyan cover karne ki koshish ki, lekin Mama ne mera haath pakad liya aur muskurate hue bola,


“Arre bahu… itni jaldi kyun chhupa rahi hai? Yeh doodh wali choochiyan toh bilkul perfect hain. Itni bhaari, itni mulayam… dekho kaise ubhar rahi hain. Mama ko bas chhoo lene de thodi der aur. Kuch nahi karunga jo tu nahi chahe.”


Unhone meri ek choochi ko dheere se masla, thumb se nipple ko halka sa pinch kiya. Main siskari bhar uthi, “Aahh… Mama… aap bahut shararti ho…” Meri taange ek dusre se ragad rahi thi, bur mein nami phir se badh rahi thi.


Mama ne meri kamar par haath ghumaya, neeche ki taraf, meri gaand ki curve ko sehlाते हुए. Unki daadi meri gardan par ragad rahi thi jab woh kaan mein garam saans chhodte hue bole,


“Roshni beta… teri yeh patli kamar aur phooli hui gaand dekh kar Mama ka dil nahi maanta. Kal raat Ramesh ne teri gaand ko kitna maza diya hoga… teri awaazein sun kar main soch raha tha ki ek din yeh moti gaand Mama ke haathon mein bhi aayegi. Bas abhi itna hi… tujhe chhoo raha hun, teri garam skin feel kar raha hun.”


Unka haath meri saree ke upar se hi meri gaand par ghum raha tha, dheere-dheere dabate hue, shape ko mehsoos karte hue. Main sharma kar unke seene se lag gayi, unki ghani daadi meri soft chuchiyon par ragad rahi thi. Unki dhoti ke andar unka mota lund khada hua saaf mehsoos ho raha tha meri jangh se.

Maine aankhein band kar li. Unki Haryanvi awaaz, unka garam saans, unke haathon ka pressure – sab kuch itna seductive tha. Woh meri chuchiyon ko dheere-dheere sehlate rahe, kabhi unhe utha kar dekh rahe, kabhi nipples ko chhed rahe. Meri bur tadap rahi thi, lekin maine apne haath se unki ungliyan pakad li aur rok diya.


“Bas Mama… please… ab nahi. Yeh thrill bahut hai… lekin main Ramesh ji ko dhokha nahi de sakti.”


Mama hasse, thoda udaas lekin samajhdaar. Unhone meri blouse ke hooks band kar diye, pallu theek kiya, lekin meri gaand par ek pyar bhara, gehra sa thappad maar diya jisse meri gaand hil gayi.


“Theek hai meri jawan bahu… Mama intezaar kar sakta hai. Jab mann kare, bas ek ishara kar dena. Teri yeh ubhari choochiyan, teri tight gaand, teri geeli chut – sab Mama ke liye taiyar rahegi. Ab jaa, fresh ho ja. Ramesh aata hoga.”


Main jaldi se uthi, andar bedroom mein gayi. Mirror mein dekha toh chehra laal tha, nipples blouse ke upar se bhi ubhare hue dikhai de rahe the. Unka maal meri panty mein abhi bhi mehsoos ho raha tha, aur sharir abhi bhi unke touch ki yaad mein sulag raha tha.


Shaam ko jab Ramesh ghar aaya, maine usse gale lagaya – lekin man mein Mama ke saath hui woh forbidden masti chal rahi thi. Ramesh ne meri gaand par thappad maara aur kaan mein bola, “Kya baat hai meri pyari biwi… aaj bahut garam lag rahi ho.”


Main sharma kar muskurayi, lekin andar se soch rahi thi – yeh thrill kab tak rok paungi?

Dinner ke time woh baar-baar meri taraf dekhta raha – meri saree ke tight blouse mein ubhari chuchiyan, meri patli kamar aur pallu ke neeche se jhalakti nabhi.


“Roshni… aaj tu bahut khil rahi hai,” usne muskurate hue kaha 

hum dono bedroom mein chale gaye. Darwaza band karte hi Ramesh ne mujhe apne seene se chipka liya. Uski badi-badi, garam bahen meri kamar ke around lapet gayi. Usne meri gardan par gehra kiss kiya, phir dheere-dheere choomte hue kaan tak pahuncha aur garam saans chhodte hue bola,


“Uffff meri pyari biwi… din bhar tujhe yaad karta raha. Teri yeh mulayam skin, teri badi chuchiyan… sab kuch.”


Maine sharma kar uske seene par sir rakh diya. Usne mera pallu dheere se side kiya aur meri nabhi ke around ungli ghumai. Phir uski ungliyan upar chadhi, blouse ke upar se meri chuchiyon ko sehlane lagi. Mere nipples turant sakht ho gaye.


Ramesh ne mujhe palang par litaya aur mere upar jhuk kar meri chuchiyon ke beech apna muh daal diya. Blouse ke upar se hi woh unhe choosne-chhedne laga. Main siskari bhar uthi,


“Aahh… pati ji… dheere…”


Usne meri saree ka pallu poora hata diya. Meri petticoat ki naada khol kar usne meri jhanghon tak haath ghumaya. Uski ungliyan meri inner thighs par ghum rahi thi, bahut dheere-dheere, teasing karte hue. Meri bur garam aur geeli ho chuki thi.


“Kitni garam hai meri randi biwi aaj…” usne kaan mein dheere se bola, “Teri chut toh abhi se tadap rahi hai na? Bata… din bhar kya soch rahi thi?”


Maine sharma kar uske baalon mein haath ghumaya. Woh meri gaand par haath fer raha tha – dono haathon se uski shape ko mehsoos karte hue, halke-halke thappad maarte hue jisse meri gaand hilti.


Phir usne mujhe ghuma diya. Main uske saamne peeth karke let gayi. Ramesh ne meri peeth par kiss karte hue meri blouse ke hooks khol diye. Meri badi chuchiyan bilkul nangi ho gayi. Usne peeche se dono haathon se unhe pakad liya aur dheere-dheere masalne laga – kabhi unhe utha kar dekh raha, kabhi nipples ko pinch kar raha.


“Uffff… kitni bhaari aur mulayam hain teri choochiyan… inhe chhoo kar hi mera lund khada ho jata hai,” usne garam awaaz mein kaha.


Meri saans tez ho rahi thi. Usne meri gaand par apna mota lund (dhoti ke upar se) ragadna shuru kar diya, dheere-dheere hips hilate hue. Meri bur uske lund ki garmi feel kar rahi thi. Woh meri gardan choos raha tha, ek haath meri chut ke upar se sehla raha tha – sirf upar se, andar nahi.


Hum dono aise hi bahut der tak ek dusre ko chhoo rahe the, kiss kar rahe the, garam-garam baatein kar rahe the. Usne mujhe apni bahon mein kas kar pakad rakha tha, meri chuchiyan uske seene se dab rahi thi aur meri gaand uske lund par ragad rahi thi.


“Kal raat jaisa hi maza dena hai tujhe aaj bhi meri jaan…” usne kaan mein fuskara.


Main sirf siskari bhar kar usse aur chipak gayi. Sharir pura sulag raha tha, lekin hum dono dheere-dheere hi ek dusre ko mehsoos karte rahe – pyar bhare touch, teasing caresses aur dirty whispers ke saath.


Ramesh ne mujhe apne seene se chipkaye rakha aur dheere se bola, “ raat abhi baaki hai.”


tabhi achanak se darwaza khatkhataya gaya ..

 

Ramesh mujhe apne seene se kas kar chipkaye hue tha. Uski garam saans meri gardan par pad rahi thi aur uske haath meri nangi peeth par dheere-dheere ghum rahe the. Meri badi chuchiyan uske solid seene se dab rahi thi, nipples sakht ho kar ragad rahi thi. Usne meri gaand par ek haath rakh kar usko halke-halke sehlaya aur masla aur mein siskiyan chhorne lagi





Tabhi…


Knock! Knock! Knock!


“Chacha! Bhabhi! Bahar aa jao na… dinner taiyar hai!” Geeta ki jawan aur mast awaaz darwaze ke bahar se aayi.


Ramesh ne mujhe aur tight se pakad liya, meri gaand ko zor se dabate hue kaan mein garam awaaz mein bola, “Uffff… abhi toh teri yeh mulayam gaand aur chuchiyan enjoy kar raha tha… Geeta bhi itni jaldi yaad kar legi.”


Maine sharma kar uske seene par muh chhupa liya. Meri saans abhi bhi tez thi. “Pati ji… chhodiye… woh intezaar kar rahi hogi.”


Lekin Ramesh ne mujhe jaldi se nahi chhoda. Usne meri ek choochi ko haath mein lekar dheere se masla aur nipple ko ungli se chhedte hue fuskuraya.


Knock! Knock!


“Arre jaldi aa jao dono! Aaj toh special feast hai – Chacha aur Bhabhi ki nayi shadi ki khushi mein! Sab taiyar hai,” Geeta ne zor se kaha, awaaz mein khushi aur chanchalpan tha.


Maine jaldi se apni saree sambhali. Blouse ke hooks band kiye, lekin meri chuchiyan abhi bhi ubhari hui thi aur nipples blouse ke kapde se saaf dikhai de rahe the. Pallu ko theek se lapetne ki koshish ki, lekin Ramesh ne peeche se aa kar meri kamar pakad li aur meri gaand par apna mota lund (dhoti ke upar se) ek baar zor se ragad diya.


“Roshni… raat ko yeh adhura kaam poora karenge meri pyari biwi,” usne kaan mein garam saans chhodte hue kaha.


Hum dono bahar nikle. Veranda mein sundar sajawat thi – diya, phool, rangoli. Table par bahut saara khana – parathe, sabziyan, halwa aur special dishes.


Geeta wahan khadi thi. Ramesh ki niece, umar lagbhag 24-25 saal, bahut sundar aur jawan – patli kamar, badi ubhari chuchiyan aur moti gaand wali. Woh tight salwar-kameez mein thi jo uske curves ko achhe se dikha rahi thi. Woh muskurate hue hum dono ko dekh rahi thi.


“Arre wah Chacha… Bhabhi ko itna chipkaye hue ho! Shadi ka asar abhi tak hai kya?” Geeta ne mazak kiya aur mujhe gale lagaya. Usaki badi, tight chuchiyan meri chuchiyon se ragad gayi, jo mujhe ek current si laga gayi.


Mukesh Mama bhi wahan baith kar muskurate hue mujhe dekhe ja rahe the. Unki nazar seedha meri blouse par thi.



Dinner ke dauran Ramesh mera haath pakde baitha tha. Table ke neeche uska pair meri jhanghon se ragad raha tha. Geeta khana serve kar rahi thi aur baar-baar hum dono ki “nayi jodi” ki taareef kar rahi thi. Kabhi woh jhuk kar serve karti toh uski kameez se uski cleavage saaf dikhai deti.


“Bhabhi… aap bahut sundar lag rahi hain aaj. Yeh peach saree aap par kitni achhi lagti hai,” Geeta ne muskurate hue kaha, lekin uski nazar meri ubhari chuchiyon par thahar gayi thi.



Mukesh Mama ne mujhe extra halwa rakhte hue kaha, “Bahu… yeh kha lo. Raat mein energy chahiye hogi.” Unki tharki aankhein mujhe chhed rahi thi.


Geeta ne Ramesh se mazak kiya, “Chacha, Bhabhi ko itna mat thaka dena… kal subah bhi toh uthna hai.” Phir woh mujhe aankh maarti hui boli, “Bhabhi, agar Chacha zyada pareshan kare toh mujhe bata dena… main sambhal lungi.”


Meri bur andar se phir se geeli hone lagi thi – Ramesh ka pair table ke neeche, Mama ki nazrein, aur Geeta ki chanchal baatein aur uske tight badan ka nazara.


Khana khate-khate Ramesh ne mere kaan mein dheere se fuskuraya, “Jaldi khatam kar meri jaan… bedroom mein teri gaand aur chuchiyon ka intezaar kar raha hai.”


Kuch palon mein lekin  Ramesh kisi se baatein karne chale gaye tabhi Mama aaye mere paas.


Mama sofa par mere bilkul paas aa kar baith gaye. Unka mota badan meri taraf jhuk gaya. Unhone dheere se meri kamar par haath rakh diya aur garam awaaz mein bola,


“Arre bahu… aaj raat mein bhi itni sundar lag rahi ho. Yeh peach rang ki saree teri patli kamar par kitni tight hai. Aur yeh ubhari hui chuchiyan… blouse mein bhi samane nahi aa rahi hain.”


Unka haath meri smooth peeth par ghumne laga. Unki ungliyan meri peeth ki mulayam skin ko sehlate hue upar neeche karne lagi. Meri saans tez ho gayi.


“Mama… aap…” main dheere se boli, lekin unka haath nahi hataya.


Mama hasse aur mere kaan ke paas muh le aaye, garam saans chhodte hue bole, “Kya baat hai bahu? Mama ko apni yeh mulayam peeth chhoo lene de. Kitni naram aur garam hai teri peeth… jaise doodh ki tarah. Ramesh toh abhi gaya hai, abhi toh Mama tujhe pyar se chhoo sakta hai.”


Unhone meri ek smooth bahon par haath ferte hue usko dheere se sehlaya. Phir dusri bahon ko bhi pakad kar masalne lage. Unki ungliyan meri bahon ki naram skin par ghum rahi thi, kabhi halke se dabate hue.


“Uffff bahu… teri yeh bahen kitni mulayam hain. Itni chikni aur patli… haath lagate hi man nahi bhar raha.”


Mama ka haath dheere se neeche ki taraf sarka aur meri jhanghon par pahunch gaya. Unhone meri saree ke upar se hi meri moti jhanghon ko pakad kar zor se dabaya. Meri taange kaanp uthi.



“Arre waah… teri yeh jhanghen toh bilkul rasili hain bahu. Itni bhaari aur naram… Mama ko dabane de thoda. Dekh, kitni achhe se mere haath mein aa rahi hain.”


Unhone dono haathon se meri jhanghon ko masalne shuru kar diya, kabhi upar ki taraf sehlate hue, kabhi zor se squeeze karte hue. Meri bur andar se phir se geeli hone lagi thi. Mama ki nazrein meri chuchiyon par tik gayi thi.


“Bahu… teri yeh moti jhanghen dabate hue hi Mama ka lund khada ho gaya hai. Agar tu permission de toh Mama tujhe aur bhi pyar se chhoo le. Teri smooth peeth, teri naram bahen, teri bhaari jhanghen… sab Mama ke liye taiyar hain na?”


Main sharma kar aankhein jhuka li, lekin sharir unke haathon se door nahi ho raha tha. Mama meri peeth par haath ghumate hue, meri bahon ko sehlate hue aur meri jhanghon ko dabate hue baar-baar garam-garam baatein kar rahe the.

Unka ek haath meri smooth peeth par dheere dheere ghum raha tha, kabhi ungliyon se halke se kharochte hue, kabhi puri palm se masalte hue. Meri peeth ki mulayam skin par unki garam ungliyan upar se neeche ki taraf ja rahi thi, jisse meri poori peeth mein siharan daud rahi thi.


“Arre bahu… teri peeth kitni naram aur chikni hai… haath lagate hi man nahi bhar raha,” Mama ne garam saans chhodte hue kaan mein bola.



Meri saans tez ho gayi thi. Main sharma kar aankhein jhuka li, lekin sharir unke sparsh se door nahi ho pa raha tha. Unka haath meri peeth ke neeche ki taraf sarka aur meri kamar ki curve ko pakad kar zor se dabane laga. Meri bur mein phir se nami feel hone lagi.


Phir unka dusra haath meri dusri bahon par pahunch gaya. Unhone meri bahon ko dono taraf se pakad kar dheere dheere sehlane shuru kiya, ungliyon se meri naram skin ko chhedte hue. Kabhi kabhi unki ungliyan meri bahon ke andar ki taraf ghum jaati, jahan skin sabse mulayam thi. Meri taange kaanp rahi thi.


Mama ka haath phir se meri jhanghon par laut aaya. Unhone saree ke upar se hi meri moti jhanghon ko dono haathon se pakad liya aur zor zor se squeeze karne lage. Unki ungliyan meri jhanghon ke andar ki taraf dab rahi thi, bilkul close lekin andar nahi ja rahi.


“Uffff bahu… teri yeh jhanghen toh bilkul ras bhari hain. Itni bhaari, itni naram… dabate hue Mama ko bahut maza aa raha hai,” unhone garam awaaz mein kaha.


Main siskari bhar uthi, “Mama… aap… bahut shararti ho…” meri awaaz kaanp rahi thi. Meri chuchiyan upar neeche ho rahi thi tez saans ke saath aur nipples blouse ke andar sakht ho chuke the. Meri bur ab bahut geeli ho chuki thi, andar se garam lahrein uth rahi thi.


Mama ne meri peeth par haath ko aur gehra ferte hue meri kamar ko kas kar pakad liya aur dusre haath se meri jhangh ko upar ki taraf sehlane lage. Unki ungliyan meri inner thighs ke bahut paas tak pahunch rahi thi, jisse meri poori body mein current daud raha tha. Main apni janghon ko ek dusre se dabane lagi, lekin unka haath wahan se hat nahi raha tha.


Meri aankhon mein sharm aur hawas dono the. Guilt bhi ho raha tha Ramesh ji ke liye, lekin Mama ke garam haathon ka yeh sparsh mere sharir ko sulga raha tha. Meri smooth peeth, meri naram bahen aur meri bhaari jhanghen sab unke haathon ke neeche tadap rahi thi.





Main sirf sharma kar apni janghon ko dabaye baithi rahi. Raat aur garam hone wali thi.