27-07-2026, 06:29 AM
UPDET 16
Shaam ka time tha. Main kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi tab phone baji. Screen pe Mahesh ka naam dikha. Dil thoda sa tight ho gaya. Pehle socha miss kar doon, lekin phir receive kar liya.
“Hello…” maine thodi si thandi aawaz mein kaha.
Us taraf se Mahesh ki aawaz aayi, bilkul soft aur kaampi hui. “Anita… please… mat kaatna phone. Ek baar sun le…”
Main chup rahi. Woh bolta gaya, “Main… main bahut badi galti kar baitha. Jo maine tere husband ko bata diya… woh nahi batana chahiye tha. Main jaanta hoon maine tere saath bohot bura kiya. Please… mujhe maaf kar de.”
Maine dheere se kaha, “Mahesh… tu samajhta hai maafi maangne se sab theek ho jayega? Us raat ke baad ghar mein jo hua… tu nahi jaanta.”
Woh turant bola, “Haan… main jaanta hoon. Main galat tha. Main shak ke maare pagal ho gaya tha. Tujhe us haalat mein dekh ke… aur Kalu ko dekh ke… main control nahi kar paya. Lekin ab mujhe samajh aa gaya. Maine teri trust tod di. Please Anita… ek baar maaf kar de. Main wapas se aisa kuch nahi karunga.”
Main thodi der chup rahi. Phir boli, “Ab kya chahta hai tu?”
Usne halki si saans li aur kaha, “Bas… tera dost banna chahta hoon. Main teri koi shikayat nahi karunga, kisi ko kuch nahi bataunga. Bas… thoda sa time de de mujhe. Main tera aage-peeche ghumta rahunga… lekin normal tarike se. Koi gandi baat nahi, koi shak nahi. Bas… teri tarif karta rahunga jaise ek normal dost karta hai.”
Uske baad se Mahesh sach mein badal gaya.
Agla din subah jab main market gayi to woh wahan mil gaya. Door se hi haath hilaaya, phir paas aake bola, “Anita… aaj yeh blue saree mein bilkul fresh lag rahi ho. Bahut sundar.”
Main thoda sa muskurayi, lekin zyada bola nahi.
Ek din dopahar ko jab main temple se nikal rahi thi to woh phir mil gaya. “Arre… aaj toh glow aa raha hai tere chehre pe. Kya baat hai, itni fresh dikh rahi ho.”
Shaam ko society ke park mein main bench pe baithi thi to woh aaya, thodi door khada raha, phir bola, “Anita… tera yeh simple look… bina zyada makeup ke… bahut natural aur pyara lagta hai. Pehle bhi lagta tha, ab bhi lagta hai.”
Har baar woh normal, soft, bina kisi kaamuk ishaare ke tarif karta. Kabhi mere kapdon ki, kabhi mere baalon ki, kabhi mere muskurane ki. Kabhi kehta, “Tera yeh hasi… pehle jaisi hi pyari hai.” Kabhi kehta, “Aaj toh tu bilkul relaxed lag rahi ho.”
Main pehle-pehle ignore karti, lekin dheere-dheere uski yeh continuous, normal tarif aur maafi maangne wali aadat se thoda sa dil pighla. Woh sach mein mere aage-peeche ghumta, lekin boundary cross nahi karta. Bas door-door se nazar rakhta, kabhi paani ki bottle de deta, kabhi chhoti si help kar deta, aur hamesha ek hi baat dohrata…
“Anita… main galat tha. Tu jo bhi karti hai, tera kaam hai. Main bas tera dost banna chahta hoon. Maaf kar de mujhe.”
Ek din main thak ke usse seedha bol hi diya, “Theek hai Mahesh… maaf kar diya. Lekin ab kabhi kisi ke saamne meri baat mat karna. Samjha?”
Usne turant haan mein sar hilaya, “Promise. Ab se sirf normal baatein, normal tarif. Bas itna hi.”
Uske baad se woh sach mein normal dost ban ke reh gaya. Mere aage-peeche ghumta, meri chhoti-moti tarif karta, lekin kabhi aankhon mein woh shak nahi dikhata jo us raat hotel ke bahar tha.
Main bhi dheere-dheere uski yeh nayi aadat se aadi ho gayi… lekin dil mein ek baat hamesha yaad rakhti… usne muje jalil karvaya tha husband ke samne.
Pehle toh woh sirf simple baatein karta – “Aaj sundar lag rahi ho”, “Yeh colour tujhe bahut suit karta hai”. Phir dheere-dheere uski baaton mein garmi aane lagi.
Ek din park mein dono bench pe baithe the. Aaspaas koi nahi tha. Usne aankhein jhukaye hue kaha, “Anita… teri yeh white saree… itni thin hai ki andar ka blouse saaf dikh raha hai. Pehle nahi notice kiya tha, lekin aaj… umm…”
Main thoda sa tight ho gayi. “Mahesh… aisi baatein mat kar.”
Woh hasa, “Arre… bas aise hi bol diya. Teri waist itni slim dikh rahi hai is saree mein… nazar hat hi nahi rahi.”
Phir agle din jab main market se aa rahi thi, woh peeche se aaya aur dheere se bola, “Anita… aaj toh teri chuchiyaan thodi si upar ko uthi hui lag rahi hain. Naya bra pehna hai kya?”
Main ghur ke dekhi, “Mahesh!”
Woh haath utha ke bola, “Sorry… bas nazar pad gayi. Itni perfect shape hai teri… koi bhi dekh lega.”
Dheere-dheere uski garam baatein badhti gayi. Kabhi kehta, “Tere hoth aaj kitne soft lag rahe hain… lipstick nahi lagayi toh bhi gulabi hain.” Kabhi kehta, “Teri yeh chal… hips itne natural hilte hain na, dekhne wale ka dil karta hai peeche-peeche chale.”
Phir akele mein chedne ki koshish shuru hui.
Ek din society ke basement parking mein main scooter nikal rahi thi. Woh wahan khada mil gaya. Koi aur nahi tha. Usne paas aake mera pallu thoda sa theek karne ke bahane haath badhaya aur uske haath ne meri kamar ko chhoo liya.
“Anita… pallu gir raha tha,” usne kaha, lekin uski ungliyaan meri kamar pe ek second zyada ruki rahi.
Main hat gayi. “Mahesh… haath mat laga.”
Woh muskuraya, “Bas aise hi… teri kamar itni soft lagi. Pehle kabhi touch nahi kiya tha.”
Dusri baar jab main stair case se utar rahi thi, usne peeche se aake mera haath pakad liya. “Arre… dheere utro, gir mat jana.” Lekin uska haath sirf meri kalaai pe nahi, thoda upar meri bahu tak phisal gaya.
Main jhatke se haath chhudaya. “Mahesh… ab zyada mat kar.”
Lekin woh rukne wala nahi tha. Ek din ghar ke bahar, jab main subah doodh lene nikal rahi thi, usne peeche se aake mera shoulder daba diya. “Good morning… aaj toh bilkul glowing lag rahi ho. Raat ko acchi neend aayi kya?” Uske haath ne shoulder se thoda neeche, meri peeth ke upar wale hisse ko bhi chhoo liya.
Phir ek shaam ko jab main terrace pe kapde sukha rahi thi, woh bhi aa gaya. Aaspaas koi nahi tha. Usne paas aake kaha, “Anita… teri yeh nighty… bahut thin hai. Neeche se light aa rahi hai toh… sab kuch thoda sa dikh raha hai.”
Main gusse mein boli, “Mahesh! Tu limit cross kar raha hai.”
Woh thoda sa peeche hata, lekin aankhon mein hasi thi. “Bas dekh liya… teri body ka curve… pehle nahi pata tha itni sexy hai tu. Ab jab se hotel wala scene ho gaya, tab se nazar nahi hat rahi.”
Uske baad se jab bhi akele milte, woh garam baatein karta – kabhi meri chuchiyon ki shape ki, kabhi meri chal ki, kabhi mere hothon ki. Aur mauka milte hi haath phirane ki koshish karta – kabhi kamar pe, kabhi haath pe, kabhi shoulder se neeche.
Main mana karti, daantati, lekin woh haar nahi manta tha. Bas muskurata aur kehta, “Anita… tu gussa mat kar. Main toh bas… tujhe dekh ke control nahi kar pata ab.”
Pehle main uski garam baaton aur ched-chad se gussa karti thi, haath hatati thi, daantati thi. Lekin dheere-dheere… pata nahi kab… uski yeh ched-chad mujhe buri nahi lagne lagi.
Ek din park mein woh mere paas aaya aur dheere se bola, “Anita… aaj teri yeh yellow saree… kamar itni tight dikha rahi hai ki nazar nahi hat rahi. Lagta hai andar se kuch khas pehna hai.”
Pehle main ghur leti, lekin us din main thoda sa muskurayi aur boli, “Tujhe har baar meri kamar hi kyun dikhti hai, Mahesh?”
Woh hasa, “Kyunki teri kamar dekhne layak hai. Aur aaj toh hips bhi… umm… perfect lag rahe hain.”
Main ne aankhein churaayi, lekin dil mein ek ajeeb sa maza aaya. “Bas kar… koi dekh lega.”
Uske baad se main kabhi-kabhi uski baaton ka jawab dene lagi.
Ek dopahar jab main stair case se utar rahi thi, usne peeche se aake mera pallu theek karne ke bahane kamar pe haath rakha. “Pallu gir raha tha…”
Is baar main jhatke se nahi hati. Bas dheere se boli, “Hath hata… lekin dheere se theek kar, itna jo zor se pakda hai.”
Uske haath ek second ke liye meri kamar pe ruke rahe. Usne halki si hanste hue kaha, “Soft lagi teri kamar… pehle se bhi zyada.”
Main ne uski taraf dekha aur halka sa jawaab diya, “Tujhe touch karne ki aadat pad gayi hai lagta hai.”
Woh meri aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, “Haan… pad gayi hai. Tu mana karti hai, lekin ab itni zor se nahi karti.”
Main sharma ke aage nikal gayi, lekin dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Phir ek shaam ko terrace pe. Main kapde sukha rahi thi. Woh aaya aur door se bola, “Anita… teri yeh nighty aaj bahut dangerous hai. Hawa chal rahi hai toh saari curves dikh rahe hain.”
Pehle main daant deti, lekin us din main ne uski taraf dekh ke kaha, “Toh mat dekh. Nazar jhukaye rakh.”
Woh hasa, “Nazar jhukaye rakhne se nahi rukti. Teri yeh shape… ek mahine se dekh raha hoon, har din aur pyasi lagti hai.”
Main ne uski baat ka jawaab diya, “Pyasi? Main ya tu?”
Uske chehre pe hasi fail gayi. “Dono. Tu bhi ab meri baaton ka jawaab dene lagi hai. Pehle toh sirf daantati thi.”
Main ne muskurate hue kaha, “Daantna daantna hi thak gaya. Tu haar nahi manta.”
Usne thoda sa paas aake kaha, “Toh ab allow karogi kya… thoda sa touch?”
Main ne uska haath pakad ke hata diya, lekin itni jor se nahi. “Limit mein reh Mahesh. Abhi bhi koi aa sakta hai.”
Lekin uski aankhon mein main dekh sakti thi… usse samajh aa gaya tha ki ab main uski ched-chad se gussa nahi karti. Balki kabhi-kabhi maza leti hoon.
Uske baad se yeh khel chal pada.
Kabhi woh kehta, “Tere hoth aaj kitne juicy lag rahe hain…” aur main jawaab deti, “Dekh ke dil karta hai choomne ka kya?”
Kabhi woh mera haath pakad leta, aur main 2-3 second baad chhudati, lekin turant nahi.
Kabhi woh meri kamar pe haath rakh deta, aur main uski taraf dekh ke kehti, “Hath ka control nahi hai tujhe?”
Ek din toh main khud uski taraf dekh ke boli, “Aaj toh tu kam bol raha hai… koi garam baat nahi karni kya?”
Woh hairaan ho ke hasa, “Arre… ab tu khud maangne lagi? Anita… tu badal gayi hai.”
Main ne aankhein jhukaye hue kaha, “Tu bhi toh badal gaya tha… pehle maafi maangta tha, ab chedta hai. Toh main bhi thoda sa badal gayi.”
Us ek mahine mein Mahesh ki ched-chad mujhe achhi lagne lagi thi. Kabhi-kabhi main bhi uski baaton ka teekha jawaab deti, kabhi uske haath ko thoda sa rehne deti, kabhi uski aankhon mein dekh ke muskurati.
Dopahar ke almost 3 baje ka time tha. Ghar mein koi nahi tha. Husband office gaya hua tha. Main chhat pe kapde sukhane gayi thi. Hawa chal rahi thi, meri soft cotton ki nighty hawa mein hil rahi thi. Main kapde clips se lagaa rahi thi tabhi peeche se aawaz aayi…
“Anita…”
Main mud ke dekhi. Mahesh khada tha. Vo dheere se mere paas aane laga. Uski aankhon mein wohi pyas thi jo ab roz dikhne lagi thi.
“Tu yahan? Dopahar mein?” maine poocha, lekin aawaz mein gussa nahi, halki si expectency thi.
Woh mere bilkul paas aa gaya. “Haan… dekh liya tujhe chhat pe aate hue. Aaj ghar mein koi nahi hai na?”
Main kuch bolti usse pehle usne mera haath pakad liya aur dheere se kheench ke apni taraf laga liya. Uske seene se meri chuchiyaan takra gayi. Nighty itni thin thi ki uske shirt ke buttons meri soft chuchiyon pe mehsoos ho rahe the.
“Mahesh… yahan… koi dekh lega…” main dheere se boli, lekin uska haath ab meri kamar pe tha.
Usne meri kamar ko mazbooti se pakda aur mujhe wall se sata diya. “Koi nahi aayega… thodi der ke liye.” Phir usne mera munh upar uthaya aur pehle halka sa, phir jor se hothon pe apne hoth rakh diye.
Pehli baar uske hoth itne bhookhe lage. Main bhi ab mana nahi kar paayi. Uske hothon ka jawaab dene lagi. Uske haath meri nighty ke upar se meri peeth pe phisal rahe the, phir neeche aake meri hips ko dabane lage.
“Umm… Anita… teri yeh nighty… kuch nahi chhupa pa rahi…” usne hothon ke beech mein kaha. Uske dono haath ab meri chuchiyon pe aa gaye. Nighty ke upar se hi usne unhe dabaya, shape feel kiya. “Itni soft… itni bhari… din bhar inhe sochta rehta hoon.”
Main uske seene pe haath rakh ke karah uthi, “Ahh… Mahesh… dheere… ahhh…”
Usne meri ek taang thodi si upar uthayi aur apna lund meri chut ke upar, nighty ke through ragadne laga. Kapdon ke upar se hi uska tight lund meri chut pe dhakke maar raha tha. Main bhi ab apni kamar hilane lagi thi. Dono ke beech sirf kapde the, lekin garmi aisi thi jaise nange ho.
Usne meri nighty ka ek straps neeche kiya, lekin pura nahi utara. Bas meri ek chuchi ka upar wala hissa nanga kar diya aur uspe munh laga diya. “Umm… swaad… din bhar ka intezaar…”
Main uske baal pakad ke apni taraf kheench rahi thi. “Mahesh… ahhh… jor se… aise hi dabao… ahhh…”
Uske haath neeche gaye, meri nighty ke neeche se meri panty ke upar se meri chut ko masalne lage. Main bhi uske pant ke upar se uske lund ko sahlaane lagi. Dono kapdon ke upar se hi ek dusre ko ragad rahe the, saans phool rahi thi, hoth ek dusre ke upar the.
“Anita… aaj toh yahin chod doon tujhe…” usne garmi mein kaha.
Main bhi nashe mein boli, “Phir chod… kapde ke upar se hi… ahhh… Mahesh… meri chut geeli ho gayi hai…”
Usne meri dono taangein thodi si failayi aur apna lund meri chut pe aur jor se ragadne laga. Kapdon ke through hi uske lund ka shape meri chut ki geeli garmi mein mehsoos ho raha tha. Main uske kandhe pe munh rakh ke karah rahi thi…
Tabhi…
Uske pocket se phone ki teez ringing aayi.
Dono ek second ke liye ruk gaye. Usne gusse mein phone nikala. Screen pe “Wife” likha tha.
Usne aankhein band ki, saans li, phir phone receive kiya. “Haan… bol…”
Phone se uski wife ki aawaz aayi, “Kahan ho? Jaldi aao, mummy aa gayi hain, aur saman bhi lana hai!”
Mahesh ne meri taraf dekha. Meri nighty ka strap abhi bhi neeche tha, meri ek chuchi nangi thi, hoth suje hue the, saans tez thi. Usne dukh aur gusse se bhara chehra banate hue kaha, “Haan… aa raha hoon… 10 minute mein.”
Phone kaat ke usne meri nangi chuchi ko ek baar phir dabaya, hothon pe ek gehra kiss diya aur kaha, “Anita… aaj nahi ho paya… lekin agla mauka… chhodunga nahi.”
Phir usne meri nighty theek ki, apna lund adjust kiya, aur jaldi se chhat se utar gaya.
Main wahan wall se sati hui khadi rahi. Saans abhi bhi tez thi, chut kapdon ke andar geeli ho chuki thi, aur Mahesh ke haathon aur lund ka ehsaas abhi bhi body pe ghoom raha tha…
Us dopahar kapdon ke upar se jo bharpur romance hua… adhura reh gaya. Lekin ab dono ko pata tha… agla kadam bas time ki baat hai.
Chhat wale us adhure romance ke baad se Mahesh aur mere beech ka khel aur gehra ho gaya. Ab hum dono jaante the ki line cross ho chuki hai. Bas mauka aur himmat ki zaroorat thi.
Pehle mobile pe baatein badalne lagi.
Raat ko jab husband so jaata, mera phone vibrate hota. Mahesh ka message – “Anita… soyi nahi? Aaj teri woh nighty yaad aa rahi hai… jo chhat pe thi.”
Main pehle ignore karti, lekin ab jawaab dene lagi. “Kya yaad aa raha hai usme?”
Woh turant call kar deta. Halki si aawaz mein kehta, “Teri chuchiyaan… jab maine nighty ke upar se dabayi thi… kitni soft thi. Aaj bhi soch ke lund khada ho gaya hai.”
Main bed pe leti-leti sharmaati, lekin bolti, “Bas itna hi yaad hai? Aur kuch nahi?”
Uske baad se yeh silsila chal pada. Kabhi-kabhi dopahar mein, kabhi raat ko, dono taraf se body ke hisso ki sexy baatein hone lagi.
Ek raat usne kaha, “Anita… teri chut ka soch ke pagal ho raha hoon. Chhat pe jab kapdon ke upar se ragda tha na… teri panty geeli ho gayi thi kya?”
Main ne aankhein band karke jawaab diya, “Haan… ho gayi thi. Tere lund ka shape tak mehsoos ho raha tha.”
Woh karah utha, “Ab bata… teri chuchiyaan abhi kaise hain? Bra mein hain ya free?”
Main ne haath se apni chuchi dabayi aur boli, “Free hain… abhi just touch kiya. Soft hain… thodi si rigid bhi ho gayi teri baaton se.”
Aise hi baatein hoti. Kabhi woh meri kamar ki, kabhi meri thighs ki, kabhi mere hothon ki baat karta. Main bhi ab sharmaana chhod ke uske lund ki, uske seene ki, uske haathon ki baat karne lagi.
“Tera lund us din kitna hard tha Mahesh… pant ke andar se hi meri chut pe dhakke maar raha tha,” main ne ek raat kaha.
Woh jawaab deta, “Abhi bhi hard hai… teri awaaz sun ke. Kaash abhi tera haath hota ispe.”
Jab bhi mauka milta, touch bhi badhne laga.
Ek din society ke store room mein main saman rakhne gayi thi. Woh peeche se aa gaya. Darwaza band kiya aur bina kuch bole meri kamar pakad ke apni taraf kheench liya. Uske haath seedhe meri chuchiyon pe gaye, blouse ke upar se dabane lage.
“Mobile pe baat karte-karte tadap gaya tha… aaj feel karna tha,” usne kaha aur mere hothon pe kiss kar diya.
Main bhi ab rokne ki jagah uske lund pe haath rakh diya, pant ke upar se sahlaane lagi. “Umm… abhi bhi utna hi hard hai…”
Usne meri skirt thodi si upar uthayi aur meri thighs pe haath phirane laga. “Teri yeh thighs… mobile pe baat karta hoon tab sochta hoon inke beech apna munh rakh doon.”
Main uske kandhe pe sir rakh ke boli, “Phir rakh… mauka mil raha hai toh.”
Lekin usse pehle bahar se aawaz aayi, kisi ne store room ka darwaza kholne ki koshish ki. Dono jhatke se alag ho gaye.
Ek aur din park ke corner mein, jab andhera ho raha tha, usne mera haath pakad ke apne lund pe rakh diya. “Dekh… teri baaton ka asar.”
Main ne wahan khade-khade uske lund ko pant ke andar se sahlaaya. “Itna tight… lagta hai abhi faad dega pant.”
Usne meri chut pe haath rakh diya, jeans ke upar se. “Teri bhi… garmi aa rahi hai.”
Aise hi, mobile pe toh hum dono khul ke body ke har hisse ki gandi, sexy baatein karte… chuchiyaan, chut, lund, hoth, kamar, thighs… sab. Aur jab bhi kahi akele mauka milta – store room, stair case, chhat, parking – toh haath phirane se nahi chookte.
Kabhi woh meri chuchiyon ko blouse ke upar se masalta, kabhi main uske lund ko pant ke upar se sahlaati. Kabhi woh meri chut pe haath rakh deta, kabhi main uske seene pe munh rakh deti.
Ab yeh khel sirf baaton ka nahi raha tha. Body bhi shamil ho chuki thi. Aur dono jaante the… jaldi hi kapdon ke beech ki yeh deewar bhi girne wali thi.
Husband ne shaam ko aate hi bag rakhte hue kaha, “Anita, Surat mein ek important meeting hai. Char din ka trip hai. Kal subah hi car le k Jana he, phir next Monday ko wapas aaunga.”
Main kitchen mein khadi thi. Uske munh se “char din” sunte hi dil zor se dhadak utha. Char din… ghar bilkul khali. Koi nahi puchne wala main kahan hoon, kab nikli, kab wapas aayi.
Maine normal face banate hue kaha, “Haan… theek hai. Tu tension mat lo, main sambhal lungi.”
Raat ko jab husband so gaya, maine turant Mahesh ko message kiya – “Kal se husband Surat ja raha hai. Char din ke liye.”
Ek minute mein uska call aa gaya. Uski aawaz mein garmi saaf thi. “Sach? Char din? Anita… yeh mauka haath se nahi jaane dena chahiye.”
Main bed pe leti-leti boli, “Haan… ab tu bata. Kahan chalna hai?”
Usne thodi der chup rehke kaha, “Mera ek farmhouse hai. City se almost 40 kilometre door. Wahan sirf ek do-manzila chhota sa makaan hai. Koi servant nahi, koi padosi nahi. Aaspaas bas khet aur ped hain. Bilkul private.”
Mere pet mein butterflies si hone lagi. “Farmhouse…? Dono akele?”
Woh dheere se bola, “Haan. Tu soch… koi disturbance nahi. Na phone ki ganti, na wife ka call, na kisi ke aane ka darr. Jo dil kare… jitni der kare… kar sakte hain.”
Main chup rahi. Usne phir kaha, “Anita… chhat pe jo adhura chhod diya tha, mobile pe jo baatein ki, store room mein jo touch hua… sab kuch wahan poora kar sakte hain. Teri poori body… mere haath mein… mere munh mein… mere lund pe.”
Uski baaton se meri chut mein halki si garmi fail gayi. Maine dabate hue kaha, “Tu plan bana… main dekhti hoon.”
Agli subah husband car leke nikal gaya. Main gate tak chhodne gayi, normal se bye boli, lekin andar hi andar meri saans tez thi. Jaise hi uski gaadi nazar se door hui, maine Mahesh ko phone kiya.
“Nikal gaya.”
Usne turant kaha, “Main 12 baje tujhe pick karta hoon. Light kapde pehenna… jo aasani se utar jayein. Aur haan… andar se woh red wala set pehenna jo tu hotel mein pehenti thi Kalu ke saath.”
Main sharma ke boli, “Tu kaise jaanta hai red wala?”
Woh hasa, “Teri baaton se… aur ab dekhna bhi hai.”
Ghar mein aaj subah se hi ek alag si bechaini thi. Mahesh ne kal raat message kiya tha – “Kal farm house chalna hai. Sirf hum dono. Poori raat.” Uske baad se meri neend udd gayi thi. Aaj subah uthte hi pehle bathroom gayi, face wash kiya, phir mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar apne aap ko dekhne lagi.
Pehle body ko ready karna tha. Shower mein garam paani liya, soap se poori body ko dheere-dheere sahlaate hue saaf kiya. Khaas kar chest aur neeche wale hisson ko extra dhyan se. Phir body lotion lagayi – soft, thodi si meethi khushbu wali. Skin smooth aur silky feel kar rahi thi. Baal khole, unko brush kiya, thoda sa loose waves de diye taaki natural lage.
Ab kapdon ki baari. Almirah kholi aur pehle underwear nikala. Wahi red bra aur matching red panty jo maine specially iske liye rakh li thi. Bra soft lace wali thi, thodi deep neck, jo mere boobs ko upar utha kar full shape deti thi. Panty bhi thin lace ki thi, sides se thin straps, aur peeche se thodi si cheeky cut. Pehle panty pehni – lace meri skin pe chipak gayi, thoda sa tight feel hua neeche. Phir bra pehni. Hook peeche se lagaya, straps adjust kiye. Mirror mein dekha… red colour meri gori skin pe bilkul fire lag raha tha. Bra ke upar se cleavage clear dikh rahi thi, aur panty ke edges thighs ke upar halka sa mark bana rahe the.
Ab upar se salwar-kurta. Maine soft cotton ka light peach colour ka kurta chuna, jo thoda loose tha lekin body ke curves ko hide nahi karta tha. Kurta pehente waqt bra ke straps thode se adjust karne pade taaki baahar na nikal aayein. Kurta ka neck thoda open tha, isliye upar se red bra ka edge bilkul nahi dikh raha tha, lekin andar se meri boobs thodi si pressed feel ho rahi thi. Neeche salwar pehni – bilkul soft aur flowing. Salwar ke andar red panty bilkul chipki hui thi. Jab main chalti thi to panty ka lace thighs ke beech halka sa ragadta tha, jo har kadam pe yaad dila raha tha ki main kya pehne hui hoon.
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Dupatta bhi soft matching colour ka liya, lekin usko loosely rakha. Makeup light rakha – sirf kajal, halka lipstick aur thoda sa blush. Perfume spray kiya – neck pe, wrists pe, aur thoda sa cleavage ke beech. Baal ek side se shoulder pe gira diye.
Mirror ke saamne last baar khadi hokar poori tarah se dekha. Bahar se main bilkul simple, decent, ghar ki ladki lag rahi thi – peach kurta, salwar, light makeup. Lekin andar… red bra meri boobs ko tightly hold kiye hue thi, aur red panty neeche se har movement mein feel ho rahi thi. Jab main thoda sa jhuki to kurta ke neeche se meri hips ka shape clear dikh raha tha, aur salwar ke andar panty ka pressure feel ho raha tha.
Phone uthaya, Mahesh ko message kiya – “Main ready hoon. Abhi nikal rahi hoon.”
Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Ghar se nikalte waqt ek baar phir socha… aaj farm house pe yeh red bra-panty kitni der tak pehni rahegi, ya kitni jaldi utar jayegi.
Main door band karti hui muskurayi. Aaj ki raat sirf meri aur Mahesh ki thi.
Exactly 12 baje Mahesh ki gaadi mere society ke peeche wali gali mein aayi. Main jaldi se baith gayi. Usne turant mera haath pakad liya aur apne lund pe rakh diya. Pant ke upar se hi uska lund hard tha.
“kal dophar tak … soch ke hi control nahi ho raha,” usne kaha aur gaadi start kar
Gaadi farmhouse ki taraf badh rahi thi. Aaspaas khet, ped, bilkul shanti. Main window se baahar dekh rahi thi, lekin dil mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi…
Mahesh ne farm house ke raaste pe car chal rahi thi. Bahar dhoop thi, raasta khaali, trees ke beech se guzar raha tha. Main side seat pe baithi thi, peach kurta pehne, salwar neeche, andar red bra-panty. Pehle toh main normal baat kar rahi thi, lekin uski nazar baar-baar mere chest pe jaa rahi thi.
Thodi der baad usne left haath se steering sambhalti hui right haath meri taraf badhaya. Pehle toh sirf mere haath ko dabaaya, phir dheere se meri thighs pe rakh diya. Main chup chap baithi rahi. Usne salwar ke upar se hi thighs ko sahlaana shuru kiya, upar ki taraf badhta hua. Jab uski ungliyan kurta ke neeche tak pahunchi, tab usne dheere se kurta ko upar ki taraf khinchna shuru kiya.
“Mahesh… raaste pe…” main dheemi awaaz mein boli, lekin rokne wali awaaz nahi thi.
Usne muskuraate hue kaha, “Koi nahi hai. Aur neeche toh nahi chhed raha.”
Kurta dheere-dheere upar uthta gaya. Pehle meri pet ki skin nazar aayi, phir navel. Usne kurta ko aur upar kiya, jab tak red bra ka neeche wala hissa dikhne laga. Bra ka lace clear dikh raha tha. Usne kurta ko meri chest ke upar tak fold karke chhod diya, taaki meri dono boobs red bra mein bandhi hui uske saamne hon.
Usne steering ek haath se sambhali aur doosre haath se pehle ek bra cup ko upar se dabaaya. Soft lace ke through meri boob ko sahlaane laga. Thumb se nipple ke upar ghumaya, jo already hard ho chuka tha. Main saans rok kar baithi rahi. Phir usne doosri side bhi same tarah se dabaaya. Dono boobs ko bra ke upar se hi masalne laga – kabhi dheere, kabhi thoda zor se.
“Itni tight bra pehni hai aaj…” usne kaha, awaaz mein hasi thi.
Usne bra ke upper edge ko ungli se andar ki taraf dhakel diya. Lace meri skin pe khisak gaya aur meri ek boob ka upper hissa nanga ho gaya. Nipple bilkul free. Usne turant usko ungliyon se pakad liya, dheere se masla, phir lightly pinch kiya. Main muh band karke seat pe dhas gayi.
Ab usne doosri side bhi same kiya. Dono boobs bra se nikal aayi thin, sirf neeche ka band aur straps pehne hue. Kurta upar folded pada tha. Mahesh ab free haath se meri dono nangi boobs ko masal raha tha – kabhi unko upar uthaata, kabhi dono ko saath dabaata, kabhi nipples ko ungliyon ke beech leke ghumata.
Raasta seedha tha isliye usne thodi der ke liye car slow ki aur meri taraf jhuk gaya. Muh laake ek nipple ko choos liya. Garam jeebh se gola banaya, phir lightly kaata. Main ek halki si aah nikaal di. Usne doosri side bhi same kiya – choosa, jeebh ghumayi, phir lips se kheench ke chhoda.
Phir wapas seedha baith gaya, lekin haath nahi hataya. Ab dono haathon se (ek steering pe, ek meri chest pe) meri boobs ko khel raha tha. Kabhi unko tight pakad ke dabaata, kabhi sirf nipples ko hi focus karta. Meri saansein tez ho gayi thi. Kurta ab bilkul upar tha, meri poori upper body almost nangi, sirf red bra ke straps aur neeche ka band bacha hua.
Usne ek baar meri aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, “Neeche abhi nahi. Sirf upar. Farm house tak yahi khelunga.”
Aur phir se uski ungliyan meri hard nipples pe ghumne lagi… kabhi lightly scratch karti, kabhi unko beech mein leke kheenchti. Main window se bahar dekhne ki koshish karti, lekin har baar uske haath ke pressure se meri aankhein band ho jaati.
Car chal rahi thi, raasta khaali tha, aur main… kurta upar, red bra half-down, dono boobs uske haathon mein… bas itna hi. Neeche salwar aur red panty abhi tak bilkul safe thi. Lekin meri body pehle se hi garam ho chuki thi.
Shaam ka time tha. Main kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi tab phone baji. Screen pe Mahesh ka naam dikha. Dil thoda sa tight ho gaya. Pehle socha miss kar doon, lekin phir receive kar liya.
“Hello…” maine thodi si thandi aawaz mein kaha.
Us taraf se Mahesh ki aawaz aayi, bilkul soft aur kaampi hui. “Anita… please… mat kaatna phone. Ek baar sun le…”
Main chup rahi. Woh bolta gaya, “Main… main bahut badi galti kar baitha. Jo maine tere husband ko bata diya… woh nahi batana chahiye tha. Main jaanta hoon maine tere saath bohot bura kiya. Please… mujhe maaf kar de.”
Maine dheere se kaha, “Mahesh… tu samajhta hai maafi maangne se sab theek ho jayega? Us raat ke baad ghar mein jo hua… tu nahi jaanta.”
Woh turant bola, “Haan… main jaanta hoon. Main galat tha. Main shak ke maare pagal ho gaya tha. Tujhe us haalat mein dekh ke… aur Kalu ko dekh ke… main control nahi kar paya. Lekin ab mujhe samajh aa gaya. Maine teri trust tod di. Please Anita… ek baar maaf kar de. Main wapas se aisa kuch nahi karunga.”
Main thodi der chup rahi. Phir boli, “Ab kya chahta hai tu?”
Usne halki si saans li aur kaha, “Bas… tera dost banna chahta hoon. Main teri koi shikayat nahi karunga, kisi ko kuch nahi bataunga. Bas… thoda sa time de de mujhe. Main tera aage-peeche ghumta rahunga… lekin normal tarike se. Koi gandi baat nahi, koi shak nahi. Bas… teri tarif karta rahunga jaise ek normal dost karta hai.”
Uske baad se Mahesh sach mein badal gaya.
Agla din subah jab main market gayi to woh wahan mil gaya. Door se hi haath hilaaya, phir paas aake bola, “Anita… aaj yeh blue saree mein bilkul fresh lag rahi ho. Bahut sundar.”
Main thoda sa muskurayi, lekin zyada bola nahi.
Ek din dopahar ko jab main temple se nikal rahi thi to woh phir mil gaya. “Arre… aaj toh glow aa raha hai tere chehre pe. Kya baat hai, itni fresh dikh rahi ho.”
Shaam ko society ke park mein main bench pe baithi thi to woh aaya, thodi door khada raha, phir bola, “Anita… tera yeh simple look… bina zyada makeup ke… bahut natural aur pyara lagta hai. Pehle bhi lagta tha, ab bhi lagta hai.”
Har baar woh normal, soft, bina kisi kaamuk ishaare ke tarif karta. Kabhi mere kapdon ki, kabhi mere baalon ki, kabhi mere muskurane ki. Kabhi kehta, “Tera yeh hasi… pehle jaisi hi pyari hai.” Kabhi kehta, “Aaj toh tu bilkul relaxed lag rahi ho.”
Main pehle-pehle ignore karti, lekin dheere-dheere uski yeh continuous, normal tarif aur maafi maangne wali aadat se thoda sa dil pighla. Woh sach mein mere aage-peeche ghumta, lekin boundary cross nahi karta. Bas door-door se nazar rakhta, kabhi paani ki bottle de deta, kabhi chhoti si help kar deta, aur hamesha ek hi baat dohrata…
“Anita… main galat tha. Tu jo bhi karti hai, tera kaam hai. Main bas tera dost banna chahta hoon. Maaf kar de mujhe.”
Ek din main thak ke usse seedha bol hi diya, “Theek hai Mahesh… maaf kar diya. Lekin ab kabhi kisi ke saamne meri baat mat karna. Samjha?”
Usne turant haan mein sar hilaya, “Promise. Ab se sirf normal baatein, normal tarif. Bas itna hi.”
Uske baad se woh sach mein normal dost ban ke reh gaya. Mere aage-peeche ghumta, meri chhoti-moti tarif karta, lekin kabhi aankhon mein woh shak nahi dikhata jo us raat hotel ke bahar tha.
Main bhi dheere-dheere uski yeh nayi aadat se aadi ho gayi… lekin dil mein ek baat hamesha yaad rakhti… usne muje jalil karvaya tha husband ke samne.
Pehle toh woh sirf simple baatein karta – “Aaj sundar lag rahi ho”, “Yeh colour tujhe bahut suit karta hai”. Phir dheere-dheere uski baaton mein garmi aane lagi.
Ek din park mein dono bench pe baithe the. Aaspaas koi nahi tha. Usne aankhein jhukaye hue kaha, “Anita… teri yeh white saree… itni thin hai ki andar ka blouse saaf dikh raha hai. Pehle nahi notice kiya tha, lekin aaj… umm…”
Main thoda sa tight ho gayi. “Mahesh… aisi baatein mat kar.”
Woh hasa, “Arre… bas aise hi bol diya. Teri waist itni slim dikh rahi hai is saree mein… nazar hat hi nahi rahi.”
Phir agle din jab main market se aa rahi thi, woh peeche se aaya aur dheere se bola, “Anita… aaj toh teri chuchiyaan thodi si upar ko uthi hui lag rahi hain. Naya bra pehna hai kya?”
Main ghur ke dekhi, “Mahesh!”
Woh haath utha ke bola, “Sorry… bas nazar pad gayi. Itni perfect shape hai teri… koi bhi dekh lega.”
Dheere-dheere uski garam baatein badhti gayi. Kabhi kehta, “Tere hoth aaj kitne soft lag rahe hain… lipstick nahi lagayi toh bhi gulabi hain.” Kabhi kehta, “Teri yeh chal… hips itne natural hilte hain na, dekhne wale ka dil karta hai peeche-peeche chale.”
Phir akele mein chedne ki koshish shuru hui.
Ek din society ke basement parking mein main scooter nikal rahi thi. Woh wahan khada mil gaya. Koi aur nahi tha. Usne paas aake mera pallu thoda sa theek karne ke bahane haath badhaya aur uske haath ne meri kamar ko chhoo liya.
“Anita… pallu gir raha tha,” usne kaha, lekin uski ungliyaan meri kamar pe ek second zyada ruki rahi.
Main hat gayi. “Mahesh… haath mat laga.”
Woh muskuraya, “Bas aise hi… teri kamar itni soft lagi. Pehle kabhi touch nahi kiya tha.”
Dusri baar jab main stair case se utar rahi thi, usne peeche se aake mera haath pakad liya. “Arre… dheere utro, gir mat jana.” Lekin uska haath sirf meri kalaai pe nahi, thoda upar meri bahu tak phisal gaya.
Main jhatke se haath chhudaya. “Mahesh… ab zyada mat kar.”
Lekin woh rukne wala nahi tha. Ek din ghar ke bahar, jab main subah doodh lene nikal rahi thi, usne peeche se aake mera shoulder daba diya. “Good morning… aaj toh bilkul glowing lag rahi ho. Raat ko acchi neend aayi kya?” Uske haath ne shoulder se thoda neeche, meri peeth ke upar wale hisse ko bhi chhoo liya.
Phir ek shaam ko jab main terrace pe kapde sukha rahi thi, woh bhi aa gaya. Aaspaas koi nahi tha. Usne paas aake kaha, “Anita… teri yeh nighty… bahut thin hai. Neeche se light aa rahi hai toh… sab kuch thoda sa dikh raha hai.”
Main gusse mein boli, “Mahesh! Tu limit cross kar raha hai.”
Woh thoda sa peeche hata, lekin aankhon mein hasi thi. “Bas dekh liya… teri body ka curve… pehle nahi pata tha itni sexy hai tu. Ab jab se hotel wala scene ho gaya, tab se nazar nahi hat rahi.”
Uske baad se jab bhi akele milte, woh garam baatein karta – kabhi meri chuchiyon ki shape ki, kabhi meri chal ki, kabhi mere hothon ki. Aur mauka milte hi haath phirane ki koshish karta – kabhi kamar pe, kabhi haath pe, kabhi shoulder se neeche.
Main mana karti, daantati, lekin woh haar nahi manta tha. Bas muskurata aur kehta, “Anita… tu gussa mat kar. Main toh bas… tujhe dekh ke control nahi kar pata ab.”
Pehle main uski garam baaton aur ched-chad se gussa karti thi, haath hatati thi, daantati thi. Lekin dheere-dheere… pata nahi kab… uski yeh ched-chad mujhe buri nahi lagne lagi.
Ek din park mein woh mere paas aaya aur dheere se bola, “Anita… aaj teri yeh yellow saree… kamar itni tight dikha rahi hai ki nazar nahi hat rahi. Lagta hai andar se kuch khas pehna hai.”
Pehle main ghur leti, lekin us din main thoda sa muskurayi aur boli, “Tujhe har baar meri kamar hi kyun dikhti hai, Mahesh?”
Woh hasa, “Kyunki teri kamar dekhne layak hai. Aur aaj toh hips bhi… umm… perfect lag rahe hain.”
Main ne aankhein churaayi, lekin dil mein ek ajeeb sa maza aaya. “Bas kar… koi dekh lega.”
Uske baad se main kabhi-kabhi uski baaton ka jawab dene lagi.
Ek dopahar jab main stair case se utar rahi thi, usne peeche se aake mera pallu theek karne ke bahane kamar pe haath rakha. “Pallu gir raha tha…”
Is baar main jhatke se nahi hati. Bas dheere se boli, “Hath hata… lekin dheere se theek kar, itna jo zor se pakda hai.”
Uske haath ek second ke liye meri kamar pe ruke rahe. Usne halki si hanste hue kaha, “Soft lagi teri kamar… pehle se bhi zyada.”
Main ne uski taraf dekha aur halka sa jawaab diya, “Tujhe touch karne ki aadat pad gayi hai lagta hai.”
Woh meri aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, “Haan… pad gayi hai. Tu mana karti hai, lekin ab itni zor se nahi karti.”
Main sharma ke aage nikal gayi, lekin dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Phir ek shaam ko terrace pe. Main kapde sukha rahi thi. Woh aaya aur door se bola, “Anita… teri yeh nighty aaj bahut dangerous hai. Hawa chal rahi hai toh saari curves dikh rahe hain.”
Pehle main daant deti, lekin us din main ne uski taraf dekh ke kaha, “Toh mat dekh. Nazar jhukaye rakh.”
Woh hasa, “Nazar jhukaye rakhne se nahi rukti. Teri yeh shape… ek mahine se dekh raha hoon, har din aur pyasi lagti hai.”
Main ne uski baat ka jawaab diya, “Pyasi? Main ya tu?”
Uske chehre pe hasi fail gayi. “Dono. Tu bhi ab meri baaton ka jawaab dene lagi hai. Pehle toh sirf daantati thi.”
Main ne muskurate hue kaha, “Daantna daantna hi thak gaya. Tu haar nahi manta.”
Usne thoda sa paas aake kaha, “Toh ab allow karogi kya… thoda sa touch?”
Main ne uska haath pakad ke hata diya, lekin itni jor se nahi. “Limit mein reh Mahesh. Abhi bhi koi aa sakta hai.”
Lekin uski aankhon mein main dekh sakti thi… usse samajh aa gaya tha ki ab main uski ched-chad se gussa nahi karti. Balki kabhi-kabhi maza leti hoon.
Uske baad se yeh khel chal pada.
Kabhi woh kehta, “Tere hoth aaj kitne juicy lag rahe hain…” aur main jawaab deti, “Dekh ke dil karta hai choomne ka kya?”
Kabhi woh mera haath pakad leta, aur main 2-3 second baad chhudati, lekin turant nahi.
Kabhi woh meri kamar pe haath rakh deta, aur main uski taraf dekh ke kehti, “Hath ka control nahi hai tujhe?”
Ek din toh main khud uski taraf dekh ke boli, “Aaj toh tu kam bol raha hai… koi garam baat nahi karni kya?”
Woh hairaan ho ke hasa, “Arre… ab tu khud maangne lagi? Anita… tu badal gayi hai.”
Main ne aankhein jhukaye hue kaha, “Tu bhi toh badal gaya tha… pehle maafi maangta tha, ab chedta hai. Toh main bhi thoda sa badal gayi.”
Us ek mahine mein Mahesh ki ched-chad mujhe achhi lagne lagi thi. Kabhi-kabhi main bhi uski baaton ka teekha jawaab deti, kabhi uske haath ko thoda sa rehne deti, kabhi uski aankhon mein dekh ke muskurati.
Dopahar ke almost 3 baje ka time tha. Ghar mein koi nahi tha. Husband office gaya hua tha. Main chhat pe kapde sukhane gayi thi. Hawa chal rahi thi, meri soft cotton ki nighty hawa mein hil rahi thi. Main kapde clips se lagaa rahi thi tabhi peeche se aawaz aayi…
“Anita…”
Main mud ke dekhi. Mahesh khada tha. Vo dheere se mere paas aane laga. Uski aankhon mein wohi pyas thi jo ab roz dikhne lagi thi.
“Tu yahan? Dopahar mein?” maine poocha, lekin aawaz mein gussa nahi, halki si expectency thi.
Woh mere bilkul paas aa gaya. “Haan… dekh liya tujhe chhat pe aate hue. Aaj ghar mein koi nahi hai na?”
Main kuch bolti usse pehle usne mera haath pakad liya aur dheere se kheench ke apni taraf laga liya. Uske seene se meri chuchiyaan takra gayi. Nighty itni thin thi ki uske shirt ke buttons meri soft chuchiyon pe mehsoos ho rahe the.
“Mahesh… yahan… koi dekh lega…” main dheere se boli, lekin uska haath ab meri kamar pe tha.
Usne meri kamar ko mazbooti se pakda aur mujhe wall se sata diya. “Koi nahi aayega… thodi der ke liye.” Phir usne mera munh upar uthaya aur pehle halka sa, phir jor se hothon pe apne hoth rakh diye.
Pehli baar uske hoth itne bhookhe lage. Main bhi ab mana nahi kar paayi. Uske hothon ka jawaab dene lagi. Uske haath meri nighty ke upar se meri peeth pe phisal rahe the, phir neeche aake meri hips ko dabane lage.
“Umm… Anita… teri yeh nighty… kuch nahi chhupa pa rahi…” usne hothon ke beech mein kaha. Uske dono haath ab meri chuchiyon pe aa gaye. Nighty ke upar se hi usne unhe dabaya, shape feel kiya. “Itni soft… itni bhari… din bhar inhe sochta rehta hoon.”
Main uske seene pe haath rakh ke karah uthi, “Ahh… Mahesh… dheere… ahhh…”
Usne meri ek taang thodi si upar uthayi aur apna lund meri chut ke upar, nighty ke through ragadne laga. Kapdon ke upar se hi uska tight lund meri chut pe dhakke maar raha tha. Main bhi ab apni kamar hilane lagi thi. Dono ke beech sirf kapde the, lekin garmi aisi thi jaise nange ho.
Usne meri nighty ka ek straps neeche kiya, lekin pura nahi utara. Bas meri ek chuchi ka upar wala hissa nanga kar diya aur uspe munh laga diya. “Umm… swaad… din bhar ka intezaar…”
Main uske baal pakad ke apni taraf kheench rahi thi. “Mahesh… ahhh… jor se… aise hi dabao… ahhh…”
Uske haath neeche gaye, meri nighty ke neeche se meri panty ke upar se meri chut ko masalne lage. Main bhi uske pant ke upar se uske lund ko sahlaane lagi. Dono kapdon ke upar se hi ek dusre ko ragad rahe the, saans phool rahi thi, hoth ek dusre ke upar the.
“Anita… aaj toh yahin chod doon tujhe…” usne garmi mein kaha.
Main bhi nashe mein boli, “Phir chod… kapde ke upar se hi… ahhh… Mahesh… meri chut geeli ho gayi hai…”
Usne meri dono taangein thodi si failayi aur apna lund meri chut pe aur jor se ragadne laga. Kapdon ke through hi uske lund ka shape meri chut ki geeli garmi mein mehsoos ho raha tha. Main uske kandhe pe munh rakh ke karah rahi thi…
Tabhi…
Uske pocket se phone ki teez ringing aayi.
Dono ek second ke liye ruk gaye. Usne gusse mein phone nikala. Screen pe “Wife” likha tha.
Usne aankhein band ki, saans li, phir phone receive kiya. “Haan… bol…”
Phone se uski wife ki aawaz aayi, “Kahan ho? Jaldi aao, mummy aa gayi hain, aur saman bhi lana hai!”
Mahesh ne meri taraf dekha. Meri nighty ka strap abhi bhi neeche tha, meri ek chuchi nangi thi, hoth suje hue the, saans tez thi. Usne dukh aur gusse se bhara chehra banate hue kaha, “Haan… aa raha hoon… 10 minute mein.”
Phone kaat ke usne meri nangi chuchi ko ek baar phir dabaya, hothon pe ek gehra kiss diya aur kaha, “Anita… aaj nahi ho paya… lekin agla mauka… chhodunga nahi.”
Phir usne meri nighty theek ki, apna lund adjust kiya, aur jaldi se chhat se utar gaya.
Main wahan wall se sati hui khadi rahi. Saans abhi bhi tez thi, chut kapdon ke andar geeli ho chuki thi, aur Mahesh ke haathon aur lund ka ehsaas abhi bhi body pe ghoom raha tha…
Us dopahar kapdon ke upar se jo bharpur romance hua… adhura reh gaya. Lekin ab dono ko pata tha… agla kadam bas time ki baat hai.
Chhat wale us adhure romance ke baad se Mahesh aur mere beech ka khel aur gehra ho gaya. Ab hum dono jaante the ki line cross ho chuki hai. Bas mauka aur himmat ki zaroorat thi.
Pehle mobile pe baatein badalne lagi.
Raat ko jab husband so jaata, mera phone vibrate hota. Mahesh ka message – “Anita… soyi nahi? Aaj teri woh nighty yaad aa rahi hai… jo chhat pe thi.”
Main pehle ignore karti, lekin ab jawaab dene lagi. “Kya yaad aa raha hai usme?”
Woh turant call kar deta. Halki si aawaz mein kehta, “Teri chuchiyaan… jab maine nighty ke upar se dabayi thi… kitni soft thi. Aaj bhi soch ke lund khada ho gaya hai.”
Main bed pe leti-leti sharmaati, lekin bolti, “Bas itna hi yaad hai? Aur kuch nahi?”
Uske baad se yeh silsila chal pada. Kabhi-kabhi dopahar mein, kabhi raat ko, dono taraf se body ke hisso ki sexy baatein hone lagi.
Ek raat usne kaha, “Anita… teri chut ka soch ke pagal ho raha hoon. Chhat pe jab kapdon ke upar se ragda tha na… teri panty geeli ho gayi thi kya?”
Main ne aankhein band karke jawaab diya, “Haan… ho gayi thi. Tere lund ka shape tak mehsoos ho raha tha.”
Woh karah utha, “Ab bata… teri chuchiyaan abhi kaise hain? Bra mein hain ya free?”
Main ne haath se apni chuchi dabayi aur boli, “Free hain… abhi just touch kiya. Soft hain… thodi si rigid bhi ho gayi teri baaton se.”
Aise hi baatein hoti. Kabhi woh meri kamar ki, kabhi meri thighs ki, kabhi mere hothon ki baat karta. Main bhi ab sharmaana chhod ke uske lund ki, uske seene ki, uske haathon ki baat karne lagi.
“Tera lund us din kitna hard tha Mahesh… pant ke andar se hi meri chut pe dhakke maar raha tha,” main ne ek raat kaha.
Woh jawaab deta, “Abhi bhi hard hai… teri awaaz sun ke. Kaash abhi tera haath hota ispe.”
Jab bhi mauka milta, touch bhi badhne laga.
Ek din society ke store room mein main saman rakhne gayi thi. Woh peeche se aa gaya. Darwaza band kiya aur bina kuch bole meri kamar pakad ke apni taraf kheench liya. Uske haath seedhe meri chuchiyon pe gaye, blouse ke upar se dabane lage.
“Mobile pe baat karte-karte tadap gaya tha… aaj feel karna tha,” usne kaha aur mere hothon pe kiss kar diya.
Main bhi ab rokne ki jagah uske lund pe haath rakh diya, pant ke upar se sahlaane lagi. “Umm… abhi bhi utna hi hard hai…”
Usne meri skirt thodi si upar uthayi aur meri thighs pe haath phirane laga. “Teri yeh thighs… mobile pe baat karta hoon tab sochta hoon inke beech apna munh rakh doon.”
Main uske kandhe pe sir rakh ke boli, “Phir rakh… mauka mil raha hai toh.”
Lekin usse pehle bahar se aawaz aayi, kisi ne store room ka darwaza kholne ki koshish ki. Dono jhatke se alag ho gaye.
Ek aur din park ke corner mein, jab andhera ho raha tha, usne mera haath pakad ke apne lund pe rakh diya. “Dekh… teri baaton ka asar.”
Main ne wahan khade-khade uske lund ko pant ke andar se sahlaaya. “Itna tight… lagta hai abhi faad dega pant.”
Usne meri chut pe haath rakh diya, jeans ke upar se. “Teri bhi… garmi aa rahi hai.”
Aise hi, mobile pe toh hum dono khul ke body ke har hisse ki gandi, sexy baatein karte… chuchiyaan, chut, lund, hoth, kamar, thighs… sab. Aur jab bhi kahi akele mauka milta – store room, stair case, chhat, parking – toh haath phirane se nahi chookte.
Kabhi woh meri chuchiyon ko blouse ke upar se masalta, kabhi main uske lund ko pant ke upar se sahlaati. Kabhi woh meri chut pe haath rakh deta, kabhi main uske seene pe munh rakh deti.
Ab yeh khel sirf baaton ka nahi raha tha. Body bhi shamil ho chuki thi. Aur dono jaante the… jaldi hi kapdon ke beech ki yeh deewar bhi girne wali thi.
Husband ne shaam ko aate hi bag rakhte hue kaha, “Anita, Surat mein ek important meeting hai. Char din ka trip hai. Kal subah hi car le k Jana he, phir next Monday ko wapas aaunga.”
Main kitchen mein khadi thi. Uske munh se “char din” sunte hi dil zor se dhadak utha. Char din… ghar bilkul khali. Koi nahi puchne wala main kahan hoon, kab nikli, kab wapas aayi.
Maine normal face banate hue kaha, “Haan… theek hai. Tu tension mat lo, main sambhal lungi.”
Raat ko jab husband so gaya, maine turant Mahesh ko message kiya – “Kal se husband Surat ja raha hai. Char din ke liye.”
Ek minute mein uska call aa gaya. Uski aawaz mein garmi saaf thi. “Sach? Char din? Anita… yeh mauka haath se nahi jaane dena chahiye.”
Main bed pe leti-leti boli, “Haan… ab tu bata. Kahan chalna hai?”
Usne thodi der chup rehke kaha, “Mera ek farmhouse hai. City se almost 40 kilometre door. Wahan sirf ek do-manzila chhota sa makaan hai. Koi servant nahi, koi padosi nahi. Aaspaas bas khet aur ped hain. Bilkul private.”
Mere pet mein butterflies si hone lagi. “Farmhouse…? Dono akele?”
Woh dheere se bola, “Haan. Tu soch… koi disturbance nahi. Na phone ki ganti, na wife ka call, na kisi ke aane ka darr. Jo dil kare… jitni der kare… kar sakte hain.”
Main chup rahi. Usne phir kaha, “Anita… chhat pe jo adhura chhod diya tha, mobile pe jo baatein ki, store room mein jo touch hua… sab kuch wahan poora kar sakte hain. Teri poori body… mere haath mein… mere munh mein… mere lund pe.”
Uski baaton se meri chut mein halki si garmi fail gayi. Maine dabate hue kaha, “Tu plan bana… main dekhti hoon.”
Agli subah husband car leke nikal gaya. Main gate tak chhodne gayi, normal se bye boli, lekin andar hi andar meri saans tez thi. Jaise hi uski gaadi nazar se door hui, maine Mahesh ko phone kiya.
“Nikal gaya.”
Usne turant kaha, “Main 12 baje tujhe pick karta hoon. Light kapde pehenna… jo aasani se utar jayein. Aur haan… andar se woh red wala set pehenna jo tu hotel mein pehenti thi Kalu ke saath.”
Main sharma ke boli, “Tu kaise jaanta hai red wala?”
Woh hasa, “Teri baaton se… aur ab dekhna bhi hai.”
Ghar mein aaj subah se hi ek alag si bechaini thi. Mahesh ne kal raat message kiya tha – “Kal farm house chalna hai. Sirf hum dono. Poori raat.” Uske baad se meri neend udd gayi thi. Aaj subah uthte hi pehle bathroom gayi, face wash kiya, phir mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar apne aap ko dekhne lagi.
Pehle body ko ready karna tha. Shower mein garam paani liya, soap se poori body ko dheere-dheere sahlaate hue saaf kiya. Khaas kar chest aur neeche wale hisson ko extra dhyan se. Phir body lotion lagayi – soft, thodi si meethi khushbu wali. Skin smooth aur silky feel kar rahi thi. Baal khole, unko brush kiya, thoda sa loose waves de diye taaki natural lage.
Ab kapdon ki baari. Almirah kholi aur pehle underwear nikala. Wahi red bra aur matching red panty jo maine specially iske liye rakh li thi. Bra soft lace wali thi, thodi deep neck, jo mere boobs ko upar utha kar full shape deti thi. Panty bhi thin lace ki thi, sides se thin straps, aur peeche se thodi si cheeky cut. Pehle panty pehni – lace meri skin pe chipak gayi, thoda sa tight feel hua neeche. Phir bra pehni. Hook peeche se lagaya, straps adjust kiye. Mirror mein dekha… red colour meri gori skin pe bilkul fire lag raha tha. Bra ke upar se cleavage clear dikh rahi thi, aur panty ke edges thighs ke upar halka sa mark bana rahe the.
Ab upar se salwar-kurta. Maine soft cotton ka light peach colour ka kurta chuna, jo thoda loose tha lekin body ke curves ko hide nahi karta tha. Kurta pehente waqt bra ke straps thode se adjust karne pade taaki baahar na nikal aayein. Kurta ka neck thoda open tha, isliye upar se red bra ka edge bilkul nahi dikh raha tha, lekin andar se meri boobs thodi si pressed feel ho rahi thi. Neeche salwar pehni – bilkul soft aur flowing. Salwar ke andar red panty bilkul chipki hui thi. Jab main chalti thi to panty ka lace thighs ke beech halka sa ragadta tha, jo har kadam pe yaad dila raha tha ki main kya pehne hui hoon.
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[/img]Dupatta bhi soft matching colour ka liya, lekin usko loosely rakha. Makeup light rakha – sirf kajal, halka lipstick aur thoda sa blush. Perfume spray kiya – neck pe, wrists pe, aur thoda sa cleavage ke beech. Baal ek side se shoulder pe gira diye.
Mirror ke saamne last baar khadi hokar poori tarah se dekha. Bahar se main bilkul simple, decent, ghar ki ladki lag rahi thi – peach kurta, salwar, light makeup. Lekin andar… red bra meri boobs ko tightly hold kiye hue thi, aur red panty neeche se har movement mein feel ho rahi thi. Jab main thoda sa jhuki to kurta ke neeche se meri hips ka shape clear dikh raha tha, aur salwar ke andar panty ka pressure feel ho raha tha.
Phone uthaya, Mahesh ko message kiya – “Main ready hoon. Abhi nikal rahi hoon.”
Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Ghar se nikalte waqt ek baar phir socha… aaj farm house pe yeh red bra-panty kitni der tak pehni rahegi, ya kitni jaldi utar jayegi.
Main door band karti hui muskurayi. Aaj ki raat sirf meri aur Mahesh ki thi.
Exactly 12 baje Mahesh ki gaadi mere society ke peeche wali gali mein aayi. Main jaldi se baith gayi. Usne turant mera haath pakad liya aur apne lund pe rakh diya. Pant ke upar se hi uska lund hard tha.
“kal dophar tak … soch ke hi control nahi ho raha,” usne kaha aur gaadi start kar
Gaadi farmhouse ki taraf badh rahi thi. Aaspaas khet, ped, bilkul shanti. Main window se baahar dekh rahi thi, lekin dil mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi…
Mahesh ne farm house ke raaste pe car chal rahi thi. Bahar dhoop thi, raasta khaali, trees ke beech se guzar raha tha. Main side seat pe baithi thi, peach kurta pehne, salwar neeche, andar red bra-panty. Pehle toh main normal baat kar rahi thi, lekin uski nazar baar-baar mere chest pe jaa rahi thi.
Thodi der baad usne left haath se steering sambhalti hui right haath meri taraf badhaya. Pehle toh sirf mere haath ko dabaaya, phir dheere se meri thighs pe rakh diya. Main chup chap baithi rahi. Usne salwar ke upar se hi thighs ko sahlaana shuru kiya, upar ki taraf badhta hua. Jab uski ungliyan kurta ke neeche tak pahunchi, tab usne dheere se kurta ko upar ki taraf khinchna shuru kiya.
“Mahesh… raaste pe…” main dheemi awaaz mein boli, lekin rokne wali awaaz nahi thi.
Usne muskuraate hue kaha, “Koi nahi hai. Aur neeche toh nahi chhed raha.”
Kurta dheere-dheere upar uthta gaya. Pehle meri pet ki skin nazar aayi, phir navel. Usne kurta ko aur upar kiya, jab tak red bra ka neeche wala hissa dikhne laga. Bra ka lace clear dikh raha tha. Usne kurta ko meri chest ke upar tak fold karke chhod diya, taaki meri dono boobs red bra mein bandhi hui uske saamne hon.
Usne steering ek haath se sambhali aur doosre haath se pehle ek bra cup ko upar se dabaaya. Soft lace ke through meri boob ko sahlaane laga. Thumb se nipple ke upar ghumaya, jo already hard ho chuka tha. Main saans rok kar baithi rahi. Phir usne doosri side bhi same tarah se dabaaya. Dono boobs ko bra ke upar se hi masalne laga – kabhi dheere, kabhi thoda zor se.
“Itni tight bra pehni hai aaj…” usne kaha, awaaz mein hasi thi.
Usne bra ke upper edge ko ungli se andar ki taraf dhakel diya. Lace meri skin pe khisak gaya aur meri ek boob ka upper hissa nanga ho gaya. Nipple bilkul free. Usne turant usko ungliyon se pakad liya, dheere se masla, phir lightly pinch kiya. Main muh band karke seat pe dhas gayi.
Ab usne doosri side bhi same kiya. Dono boobs bra se nikal aayi thin, sirf neeche ka band aur straps pehne hue. Kurta upar folded pada tha. Mahesh ab free haath se meri dono nangi boobs ko masal raha tha – kabhi unko upar uthaata, kabhi dono ko saath dabaata, kabhi nipples ko ungliyon ke beech leke ghumata.
Raasta seedha tha isliye usne thodi der ke liye car slow ki aur meri taraf jhuk gaya. Muh laake ek nipple ko choos liya. Garam jeebh se gola banaya, phir lightly kaata. Main ek halki si aah nikaal di. Usne doosri side bhi same kiya – choosa, jeebh ghumayi, phir lips se kheench ke chhoda.
Phir wapas seedha baith gaya, lekin haath nahi hataya. Ab dono haathon se (ek steering pe, ek meri chest pe) meri boobs ko khel raha tha. Kabhi unko tight pakad ke dabaata, kabhi sirf nipples ko hi focus karta. Meri saansein tez ho gayi thi. Kurta ab bilkul upar tha, meri poori upper body almost nangi, sirf red bra ke straps aur neeche ka band bacha hua.
Usne ek baar meri aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, “Neeche abhi nahi. Sirf upar. Farm house tak yahi khelunga.”
Aur phir se uski ungliyan meri hard nipples pe ghumne lagi… kabhi lightly scratch karti, kabhi unko beech mein leke kheenchti. Main window se bahar dekhne ki koshish karti, lekin har baar uske haath ke pressure se meri aankhein band ho jaati.
Car chal rahi thi, raasta khaali tha, aur main… kurta upar, red bra half-down, dono boobs uske haathon mein… bas itna hi. Neeche salwar aur red panty abhi tak bilkul safe thi. Lekin meri body pehle se hi garam ho chuki thi.
ANITA PATEL
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