02-08-2026, 02:13 PM
UPDET 15
Subah 5 baje ke aas-h khuli. Room mein ab bhi thodi si andhera tha, window se halki si roshni aa rahi thi. Body bilkul thaki hui thi. Thodi si jalan si mehsoos ho rahi thi neeche, jaise ab bhi kuch yaad dila raha ho. Mahesh meri bagal mein so raha tha, nanga, ek haath meri kamar pe pada hua. Bed ki chadar ab bhi geeli aur bigdi hui thi. Kapde room mein bikhre pade the.
Maine dheere se uska haath hataya. Uthna tha. Jaldi. Ghar pahunchna tha pehle ki koi shak kare. Maine chupke se bed se utri. Pair zameen pe padte hi thodi si kamzori mehsoos hui. Thighs ke beech ab bhi thoda sa geela ehsaas tha – raat bhar ka. Maine pehle red panty dhundhi, bed ke neeche mili. Pehni. Phir red bra – straps thode se uljhe hue the, set kiye. Kurta aur salwar jaldi se pehne. Dupatta bhi le liya. Mirror mein dekha – baal bigde hue, aankhon ke neeche halki si thakaan, lips thode se suje hue. Makeup almost utar chuka tha.
Mahesh abhi bhi so raha tha. Maine usko jagaya nahi. Chupke se door se nikal gayi. Bahar hawa thandi thi. Mahesh ki Car start ki aur nikal padi. Raaste bhar dimag mein raat ke scenes ghum rahe the – uska mota lund, dhakke, meri khud ki siskariyan, kalu wali baatein… sab.
Ghar pahunchte-pahunchte 6:15 ho gaya tha. Gate khola, andar gayi. Ghar shaant tha. Maine chupke se bathroom mein ghus ke naha liya. Garam paani se poori body dhoyi – khaas kar neeche. Kitna bhi saaf kiya, lekin andar ka ehsaas poora nahi gaya. Mirror mein apne aap ko dekha. Body pe kuch marks the – gardan pe, boobs pe, thighs ke andar. Unko chhupaana tha.
Kapde change kiye – simple nighty. Kitchen mein jaake chai banayi. Normal life shuru. Normal breakfast, normal baatein. Main normal face banaaye hue thi, lekin andar bilkul alag.
Us din se maine Mahesh se doori rakhni shuru kar di. Phone pe message aate the – “Kab milna hai?” “Raat yaad aa rahi hai…” Main short mein reply karti – “Abhi nahi… ghar pe dikkat hai.” Call bhi avoid karti. Kabhi-kabhi late night uske messages dekh leti, dil zor se dhadakta, lekin reply nahi karti thi. Dori rakhni thi. Nahi to sab khul jaata.
Ghar pe normal life chal rahi thi. Cooking, cleaning, TV, relatives ke phone… sab. Lekin raat ko jab husband mere paas aata, tab asali takleef shuru hoti. Woh haath dalta, chumne ki koshish karta, “Aaj mood hai…” Main dheere se hat jaati. “Aaj thakan hai… head ache hai… kal karte hain.” Kabhi “Periods aa rahe hain” bol deti, kabhi “Bahut thak gayi hoon.” Usne pehle-pehle pressure dala, lekin main firm rahi. Sex bilkul nahi kiya uske saath. Uske lund ko haath bhi nahi lagaya. Jab woh force karta to main cold ho jaati. Aakhir woh bhi chup chap so jaata.
Lekin raat ke andhere mein, jab woh so jaata, tab meri aankhein khuli rehti. Ceiling dekhte hue dimag mein scenes ghumne lagte. Pehle kalu ji… woh hotel wala din. Uska kala, bahut mota lund. Kaise usne mujhe bed pe litаya tha, kaise meri taangein kholi thi, kaise dheere-dheere poora andar tak gaya tha. Meri siskariyan, uske dhakke, meri gaand uske haathon mein… sab yaad aa jaata. Phir Mahesh. Farm house. Uska bhi utna hi mota, 8.5 inch, thick. Missionary mein meri takleef, phir maza, uske upar uchalte hue mere boobs, doggy mein meri chill, aakhri round ki alag-alag positions… sab.
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Main chupke se apne haath neeche le jaati. Apni chut ko sahlaati. Band aankhon se un dono ke bade lund ko feel karti – kalu ka kala aur bahut mota, Mahesh ka bhi utna hi thick aur lamba. Kaise unhone meri chut ko faila diya tha, kaise paani andar chhoda tha. Main apni ungliyon se hi relief leti, lekin asali cheez ki kami khalti. Husband ke bagal mein leti hui, uski saansein sunti hui, lekin dimag mein sirf woh do bade lund.
Subah uth ti to body normal dikhti, lekin andar woh emptiness. Normal life jeeti – market jaati, kitchen ka kaam karti, relatives se baat karti – lekin har thodi der baad yaad aa jaati. Kabhi kitchen mein khadi-khadi lagta jaise abhi bhi Mahesh ka lund andar hai. Kabhi bathroom mein nahaate hue kalu ji ke dhakke yaad aa jaate.
Mahesh ke messages ab bhi aate. Main padhti, dil tezz dhadakta, body react karti, lekin reply nahi karti. Dori. Zaroori thi.
Raat ba raat yahi silsila. Husband ko mana karna. Uske saath bilkul nahi. Aur andhere mein letе-lete un dono ke bade, mote lund ki yaad. Kalu ji ka kala, veiny, bahut thick. Mahesh ka bhi utna hi powerful. Kaise unhone mujhe bhara tha, kaise main unke neeche-chini thi, kaise paani girа tha.
Normal life bahar se. Andar… bilkul alag. Sirf yaadein. Aur woh emptiness jo ab kisi aur se nahi bharne wali thi.
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Subah se hi ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Husband subah hi office nikal gaya tha – 2-3 din ke tour pe. Ghar bilkul khaali. Main kitchen mein chai banaate hue soch rahi thi. Itne din se Mahesh se doori. Husband se bilkul nahi. Sirf yaadein. Kalu ji ki… uske kale, bahut mote lund ki. Farm house wali raat ki. Body mein ek bechaini si thi.
Maine phone uthaya. Contact list mein uska number ab bhi saved tha – “Kalu Ji”. Thodi der socha. Phir call laga diya. Do ring pe pick hua.
“Hello…” uski gehre awaaz aayi.
Main dheemi awaaz mein boli, “Main Anita… yaad hai?”
Thodi si khamoshi. Phir usne kaha, “Kaise bhool sakta hoon. Bol.”
“Aaj ghar pe koi nahi hai. Poora din. Agar… aana ho to aa jao.”
Usne seedha poocha, “Time?”
“Ek ghante mein.”
Call cut kiya. Dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga. Ab taiyari shuru.
Pehle bathroom gayi. Shower on kiya. Garam paani. Poori body ko dheere-dheere saaf kiya. Soap se seene ko, pet ko, thighs ko, aur neeche. Khaas kar chut ke aas-paas extra dhyan se. Paani se dhote hue yaad aaya kaise usne pehli baar wahan muh rakha tha. Body lotion lagayi – soft, meethi khushbu wali. Skin silky ho gayi. Baal khole, shampoo kiya, phir conditioner. Baal ko towel se sukhaya, phir dryer se. Loose waves de diye – natural, thode se shoulder pe girte hue.
Ab underwear. Almirah kholi. Is baar black colour ka set nikala. Deep lace black bra – jo meri boobs ko upar utha kar full cleavage deta tha. Matching black panty – thin sides, peeche se thodi open. Pehle panty pehni. Lace meri skin pe chipak gaya. Phir bra. Hook peeche se lagaya, straps adjust kiye. Mirror mein dekha – black colour meri gori skin pe bilkul bold lag raha tha. Cleavage deep, nipples bra ke through thode se shape de rahe the.
Upar se kapda. Is baar simple nahi. Ek short, soft maroon colour ka nightdress nikala – jo sirf thighs tak aata tha, deep neck, thin straps. Pehte hi bra ka upper edge thoda sa dikh raha tha. Neeche panty ka lace thighs ke upar se clear tha jab main chalti thi. Dupatta nahi liya. Sirf yahi.
Makeup light rakha – kajal, thoda sa dark lipstick, halka blush. Perfume spray kiya – neck pe, wrists pe, cleavage ke beech, aur thoda sa thighs ke andar. Baal ek side se shoulder pe gira diye.
Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar poori tarah se dekha. Bahar se main soft, inviting lag rahi thi – maroon nightdress, black lace andar. Lekin andar body pehle se hi garam thi. Thighs ke beech thodi si geelaahat si mehsoos ho rahi thi bas sochne se.
Phone uthaya, Kalu ji ko message kiya – “Gate khula hai. Seedha andar aa jao. Main ready hoon.”
Dil tezz dhadak raha tha. Living room mein jaake soft light on ki, curtains thode se band kiye. Sofa pe baithi. Pair cross kiye. Nightdress thoda sa upar khisak gaya, thighs ka black lace dikhne laga.
Ab intezaar. Har second lamba lag raha tha. Dimag mein uska kala, mota lund ghum raha tha – kaise pehli baar usne mujhe failaya tha, kaise meri siskariyan nikalwayi thi. Body mein ek halki si kaamp si thi.
Gate ki taraf kaan lage hue the. Ab bas uske aane ki awaaz ka intezaar tha…
Gate ki side se halki si awaaz aayi. Main sofa pe baithi thi, pair cross kiye hue, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir dheere se door open hua. Kalu ji andar aaya. Uski black T-shirt body pe tight thi, jeans neeche, aur uske haath mein ek chhota sa bag. Usne door band kiya, lock lagaya, aur meri taraf dekha.
Uske nazar pehle meri aankhon pe, phir deep cleavage pe, phir nightdress ke short hem pe ruki. Uske lips pe halki si muskaan aayi.
“Bilkul ready lag rahi ho, Anita,” uski gehre awaaz mein bola. “Itne din baad… ghar khaali… accha kiya call kiya.”
Main uth kar uske paas gayi. Uske pairon ke paas ruk kar upar dekha. Uska face, uski dark skin, uske broad shoulders… body pehle se hi garam thi. Maine uske chest pe haath rakha.
“Kapde nikaalo,” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Aaj poora time hai.”
Usne pehle T-shirt upar se utari. Uske kale, strong chest aur stomach dikhe – thodi si hair, solid muscles. Phir usne jeans ka belt khola, zipper neeche kiya, aur jeans neeche gira di. Underwear pe tha – black colour ka, andar se uska lund pehle se hi half hard dikh raha tha, mota, lamba outline.
Maine uske underwear ke upar haath rakha. Uske lund ko bahar se feel kiya – garam, bhari hui. Usne meri kamar pakdi aur apne taraf kheecha. Uske lips mere lips pe aa gaye. Gehra kiss. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein ghus gayi, dheere-dheere, jaise woh meri poori yaad kar raha ho. Maine uske back pe haath feraye, uske strong body ko feel kiya.
Kiss ke beech woh mera nightdress ke straps neeche gira raha tha. Straps meri shoulders se slide ho gaye. Uska haath mere peeche gaya, bra ke hook khole. Bra dheel ho gayi. Usne bra ko dheere se utaar diya. Meri boobs free ho gayi – full, soft, nipples already tight.
Usne dono haathon se meri boobs ko pakda. Uske bade, kale haath meri gori skin pe. Uski ungliyan nipples ko dheere-dheere dabati, ghumati. Phir usne jhuk kar ek nipple muh mein le liya. Garam, geeli jeebh. Woh suck karne laga – pehle soft, phir thoda zor se. Doosre boob ko haath se masalta raha. Main uske baal pakad kar uske sir ko apne seene pe dabaye rakh rahi thi. Siskari nikalne lagi.
Woh neeche aata gaya. Meri pet pe kiss, navel pe jeebh, phir nightdress ko upar uthaya. Maine haath upar kiye, usne nightdress poora utaar diya. Ab main sirf black lace panty mein thi. Usne mujhe sofa pe bithaya, khud ghutnon pe baith gaya. Meri thighs ko alag kiya.
Usne panty ke upar se hi chut ko feel kiya. Lace geela ho chuka tha. Usne ungli se lace ko side kiya, meri clit pe halka sa touch kiya. Main jhatak gayi.
“Itni geeli… sirf sochne se?” usne muskura ke kaha.
Phir usne panty ke dono sides pakad kar neeche kheench diya. Maine pair uthaye, panty nikal gayi. Ab main bilkul nangi thi. Usne meri thighs ko aur failaya. Meri chut uske saamne – soft, pink, thodi si swollen, juices se chamak rahi thi.
Usne pehle nose se soongha, phir jeebh se ek lamba lick kiya – neeche se upar tak, clit tak. Main zor se saans li. Usne meri thighs ko mazbooti se pakda aur jeebh andar ghusane laga. Dheere-dheere, deep, phir clit pe focus. Uske lips meri clit ko suck kar rahe the, jeebh circles bana rahi thi. Ek ungli usne dheere se andar daali – moti, kalee ungli meri tight wallon ko feel karti hui. Phir doosri. Woh finger fuck karne laga, jeebh clit pe continuous.
Main sofa pe back lete hue, uske sir ko pakde hue, hips uske muh ki taraf uthane lagi. “Ahh… Kalu ji… aise hi… dheere…”
Woh rukta nahi tha. Kabhi jeebh deep andar, kabhi clit pe fast flicks, ungliyan andar-bahar. Meri siskariyan badhti gayi. Body kaampne lagi. Ek leg uske shoulder pe rakh diya. Woh aur gehra gaya. Uski doosri haath meri boob pe thi, nipple ko pinch karti hui.
Thodi der baad usne mujhe uthaya, apne god mein bithaya. Main uske strong thighs pe baith gayi. Uske underwear abhi bhi the. Maine uske lund ko bahar nikaala. Woh ab fully hard tha – kaala, bahut mota, veins dikh rahi thi, tip se thoda precum nikal raha tha. Maine dono haathon se pakda. Itna thick ki meri ungliyan poori tarah nahi mil paati thi. Maine uske tip ko thumb se round kiya, phir neeche se upar stroke kiya.
Usne mera face upar uthaya aur phir se deep kiss kiya. Kiss ke beech main uske lund ko stroke karti rahi. Phir maine uske chest pe kiss kiye, neeche aati gayi. Uski pet pe, phir uske lund ke base pe. Maine jeebh se uske balls ko lick kiya, phir lund ke neeche se upar tak lamba lick. Tip pe ruki, precum ko jeebh se liya, phir muh mein le liya.
Sirf tip pehle. Uska mota lund meri lips ko faila raha tha. Maine dheere-dheere aur andar liya, jitna ho saka. Jeebh neeche se move karti hui, haath base pe stroke. Usne mere baal pakad liye, lekin zor nahi diya – bas guide kiya. Main upar-neeche karne lagi, kabhi deep, kabhi sirf tip suck. Uski siskariyan nikalne lagi – gehre, low moans.
Usne mujhe uthaya, sofa pe letaya. Khud mere upar aa gaya, lekin abhi andar nahi. Usne apna lund meri chut ke upar rakh diya – garam, hard, slipperiness mein. Dheere-dheere usne lund ko meri clit pe rub kiya, upar-neeche. Main hips uthane lagi, uske against grind. Uske lund ki thickness meri folds ke beech feel ho rahi thi.
Usne ek haath se apna lund pakda aur tip ko meri opening pe rakha. Halka sa pressure. Lekin abhi andar nahi daala. Sirf tip se circle bana raha tha, juices ko spread karta hua. Doosre haath se meri boobs ko masal raha tha, nipples ko chusta. Main uske back pe nails chala rahi thi.
“Ab andar… please…” maine dheemi, bheegi awaaz mein kaha.
Usne muskura ke mera face dekha, phir dheere se pressure badhaya. Uska mota tip meri chut mein ghusne laga – stretch, garam, bhari hui feeling. Sirf thoda sa… phir ruk gaya. Phir thoda aur. Main muh khol kar saans le rahi thi, uske shoulders ko pakde hue.
Woh poora andar nahi gaya abhi. Bas tip se half tak, dheere-dheere in-out, foreplay ko aur lamba karte hue. Har baar thoda gehra. Meri walls uske around stretch ho rahi thi. Usne meri ek leg ko upar uthaya, knee ke peeche se pakda, aur aur deep angle diya. Ab uska lund meri clit ko bhi rub kar raha tha har stroke mein.
Main uske against move karne lagi. Uske haath meri hips pe, control karte hue. Kabhi slow, deep strokes, kabhi thoda tez. Uske lips mere neck pe, ears pe, phir wapas lips pe. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein, uska lund meri chut mein – dono jagah uska control.
Body mein heat badh rahi thi. Thighs kaamp rahe the. Main uske baal, uske back, uske strong arms ko feel karti rahi. Usne ek baar poora almost bahar nikaala, tip se meri clit ko tease kiya, phir ek hi stroke mein deep andar daal diya. Main zor se moan ki.
Woh ruk gaya andar, deep. Meri aankhon mein dekha. “Itni tight… itne din baad bhi,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Phir slow thrusting shuru kiya – long, controlled strokes. Har baar base tak, phir almost bahar. Meri juices uske lund pe chamak rahi thi, thighs tak fail rahi thi.
Usne meri dono legs ko apne shoulders pe rakh diya. Aur gehra angle. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah touch kar raha tha. Main uske thighs ko pakde hue, hips milati hui. Siskariyan continuous. Usne ek haath se meri clit ko rub karna shuru kiya – thumb se, circular, jab woh andar-bahar kar raha tha.
Heat build hone lagi. Meri body tight hone lagi. “Kalu ji… main… aah…”
Woh speed thodi badha diya, lekin control mein. Deep, forceful, lekin steady. Uske balls meri ass pe touch kar rahe the har baar. Main uske against push kar rahi thi. Phir ek strong wave aayi – poori body kaamp uthi, chut uske lund ke around tight ho gayi, juices aur nikalne lage. Main uske naam se chillayi, nails uske back pe chala di.
Woh ruk gaya nahi. Mere climax ke beech bhi woh slow deep strokes jaari rakha, meri orgasm ko lamba karta hua. Jab main thodi normal hui, usne mujhe side se turn kiya. Ab spoon position. Usne peeche se apna lund meri chut mein daala, ek haath se meri boob pakdi, doosre se clit. Dheere-dheere phir se build karne laga.
Kalu ji abhi bhi peeche se dheere-dheere andar-bahar kar raha tha. Uske ek haath se meri boob ko masal raha tha, doosre se clit pe halka pressure. Meri saansein tez thi, body uske against soft waves mein hil rahi thi. Living room ki soft light mein sirf hum dono ki awaazein thi – uski gehre moans, meri siskariyan, aur skin ke milne ki awaaz.
Tabhi…
Gate ke bahar car ki awaaz aayi. Engine band hone ki awaaz. Phir car door band hone ki. Main jhat se rigid ho gayi. Kalu ji bhi ruk gaya. Uska lund abhi bhi meri chut mein deep tha, garam aur hard.
“Kya hua?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha.
Main uske haath ko hatate hue flustered awaaz mein boli, “Husband… abhi nahi aana tha. Tour pe tha… 2-3 din. Shayad jaldi aa gaya.”
Bahar se keys ki awaaz aayi. Main door lock ki taraf dekhi – pehle se locked tha, lekin ab footsteps clear sunai de rahe the.
Kalu ji ne turant apna lund bahar nikaala. Woh bada, geela, still fully hard tha. Maine jaldi se apna nightdress uthaaya jo sofa pe pada tha, pehen liya. Bra aur panty abhi bhi floor pe the. Kalu ji ne apni jeans aur T-shirt jaldi se pehen li, lekin uska lund jeans ke andar abhi bhi clear bulge bana raha tha. Usne underwear nahi pehna tha – jaldi mein.
Main uske bag ko uthakar kitchen ki taraf ishara kiya. “Wahan se peeche wale gate se nikal jao. Jaldi!”
Woh kitchen ki taraf bhaaga. Main living room mein sofa pe baith gayi, nightdress theek kiya, baal thode se set kiye. Heart abhi bhi zor se dhadak raha tha. Meri chut abhi bhi geeli thi, thighs ke beech uska precum aur meri juices mix hokar chipak rahe the. Nipples nightdress ke through abhi bhi tight dikh rahe the.
Door ki key ghumi. Main door open hua.
Husband andar aaya – suitcase haath mein, thaka hua face, lekin muskura raha tha.
“Surprise!” usne kaha. “Meeting cancel ho gayi, toh socha jaldi aa jaaun. Ghar khaali nahi chhodna tha tujhe.”
Usne suitcase side mein rakha aur meri taraf aaya. Main uth kar uske paas gayi, normal smile dete hue. “Acha kiya… mujhe bhi akela nahi lag raha tha.”
Usne mujhe hug kiya. Uske suit ke kapdon se office ki khushbu aa rahi thi. Mere body se abhi bhi Kalu ji ki strong, masculine smell mix thi – thodi si sex ki bhi. Maine jaldi se apna face uske chest pe rakh diya taaki woh notice na kare.
Hug ke beech uska haath meri back pe gaya, phir neeche – nightdress ke upar se meri ass ko feel kiya.
“Aaj yeh pehna hai?” usne halki si muskaan ke saath kaha. “Aur baal khule… makeup… lagta hai tu wait kar rahi thi kisi ki.”
Main soft hasi hasi. “Bas ghar pe aaram se thi. Tu aa gaya toh accha laga.”
Usne mera face upar uthaya aur kiss kiya. Normal, soft kiss. Lekin mere lips abhi bhi Kalu ji ke kiss se swollen the, aur meri mouth mein uski taste abhi bhi thi. Husband ne thodi der gehra kiss kiya, uski jeebh meri mouth mein gayi. Main respond kiya, lekin andar se tension thi.
Kiss todte hue usne meri cleavage ki taraf dekha. Nightdress ka deep neck, aur andar bra nahi thi – sirf nangi boobs. Uske haath ne strap side kiya.
“Bra nahi pehni?” usne eyebrow uthate hue poocha.
Main halka sa blush dikhate hue boli, “Ghar pe akeli thi na… comfort ke liye.”
Usne ek haath se meri boob ko nightdress ke upar se pakda. Nipple already hard tha. Usne dheere se dabaya.
“Lagta hai tu bahut lonely feel kar rahi thi,” usne kaha. Uski awaaz mein thodi si heat aa gayi thi.
Tabhi kitchen ki taraf se halki si awaaz aayi – peeche wale gate ke band hone ki. Husband ne kaan uthaye.
“Kya awaaz thi?”
Main jaldi se boli, “Shayad bahar koi billi ya kuch. Main abhi check karti hoon.”
Maine kitchen ki taraf jaane ka natak kiya, lekin usne mera haath pakad liya.
“Baad mein. Pehle tu.”
Usne mujhe wapas sofa pe kheecha. Khud mere saamne baith gaya. Uske haath ne nightdress ko upar uthaya. Meri nangi chut uske saamne aa gayi – abhi bhi geeli, swollen, thodi si red, aur thighs pe juices ke nishaan.
Uske eyes thodi si wide ho gaye.
“Itni geeli…?” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Sirf mere aane se?”
Usne ungli se touch kiya. Meri chut uske touch pe jhatak gayi. Uske fingers pe Kalu ji ka precum aur meri juices mix the – thoda sticky, thoda different texture. Usne ungli ko apni nose ke paas le jaakar soongha, lekin clearly kuch nahi kaha. Sirf thodi der chup raha.
Phir usne meri thighs failayi aur jhuk gaya. Uske lips meri chut pe aa gaye. Jeebh se lick kiya – slow, exploratory. Main sofa pe back leti, uske sir ko pakde hue. Andar se guilt aur excitement dono mix the. Husband meri chut chat raha tha, jahan abhi kuch minute pehle Kalu ji ka mota kala lund tha.
Usne do ungliyan andar daali.
Subah 5 baje ke aas-h khuli. Room mein ab bhi thodi si andhera tha, window se halki si roshni aa rahi thi. Body bilkul thaki hui thi. Thodi si jalan si mehsoos ho rahi thi neeche, jaise ab bhi kuch yaad dila raha ho. Mahesh meri bagal mein so raha tha, nanga, ek haath meri kamar pe pada hua. Bed ki chadar ab bhi geeli aur bigdi hui thi. Kapde room mein bikhre pade the.
Maine dheere se uska haath hataya. Uthna tha. Jaldi. Ghar pahunchna tha pehle ki koi shak kare. Maine chupke se bed se utri. Pair zameen pe padte hi thodi si kamzori mehsoos hui. Thighs ke beech ab bhi thoda sa geela ehsaas tha – raat bhar ka. Maine pehle red panty dhundhi, bed ke neeche mili. Pehni. Phir red bra – straps thode se uljhe hue the, set kiye. Kurta aur salwar jaldi se pehne. Dupatta bhi le liya. Mirror mein dekha – baal bigde hue, aankhon ke neeche halki si thakaan, lips thode se suje hue. Makeup almost utar chuka tha.
Mahesh abhi bhi so raha tha. Maine usko jagaya nahi. Chupke se door se nikal gayi. Bahar hawa thandi thi. Mahesh ki Car start ki aur nikal padi. Raaste bhar dimag mein raat ke scenes ghum rahe the – uska mota lund, dhakke, meri khud ki siskariyan, kalu wali baatein… sab.
Ghar pahunchte-pahunchte 6:15 ho gaya tha. Gate khola, andar gayi. Ghar shaant tha. Maine chupke se bathroom mein ghus ke naha liya. Garam paani se poori body dhoyi – khaas kar neeche. Kitna bhi saaf kiya, lekin andar ka ehsaas poora nahi gaya. Mirror mein apne aap ko dekha. Body pe kuch marks the – gardan pe, boobs pe, thighs ke andar. Unko chhupaana tha.
Kapde change kiye – simple nighty. Kitchen mein jaake chai banayi. Normal life shuru. Normal breakfast, normal baatein. Main normal face banaaye hue thi, lekin andar bilkul alag.
Us din se maine Mahesh se doori rakhni shuru kar di. Phone pe message aate the – “Kab milna hai?” “Raat yaad aa rahi hai…” Main short mein reply karti – “Abhi nahi… ghar pe dikkat hai.” Call bhi avoid karti. Kabhi-kabhi late night uske messages dekh leti, dil zor se dhadakta, lekin reply nahi karti thi. Dori rakhni thi. Nahi to sab khul jaata.
Ghar pe normal life chal rahi thi. Cooking, cleaning, TV, relatives ke phone… sab. Lekin raat ko jab husband mere paas aata, tab asali takleef shuru hoti. Woh haath dalta, chumne ki koshish karta, “Aaj mood hai…” Main dheere se hat jaati. “Aaj thakan hai… head ache hai… kal karte hain.” Kabhi “Periods aa rahe hain” bol deti, kabhi “Bahut thak gayi hoon.” Usne pehle-pehle pressure dala, lekin main firm rahi. Sex bilkul nahi kiya uske saath. Uske lund ko haath bhi nahi lagaya. Jab woh force karta to main cold ho jaati. Aakhir woh bhi chup chap so jaata.
Lekin raat ke andhere mein, jab woh so jaata, tab meri aankhein khuli rehti. Ceiling dekhte hue dimag mein scenes ghumne lagte. Pehle kalu ji… woh hotel wala din. Uska kala, bahut mota lund. Kaise usne mujhe bed pe litаya tha, kaise meri taangein kholi thi, kaise dheere-dheere poora andar tak gaya tha. Meri siskariyan, uske dhakke, meri gaand uske haathon mein… sab yaad aa jaata. Phir Mahesh. Farm house. Uska bhi utna hi mota, 8.5 inch, thick. Missionary mein meri takleef, phir maza, uske upar uchalte hue mere boobs, doggy mein meri chill, aakhri round ki alag-alag positions… sab.
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[/img]Main chupke se apne haath neeche le jaati. Apni chut ko sahlaati. Band aankhon se un dono ke bade lund ko feel karti – kalu ka kala aur bahut mota, Mahesh ka bhi utna hi thick aur lamba. Kaise unhone meri chut ko faila diya tha, kaise paani andar chhoda tha. Main apni ungliyon se hi relief leti, lekin asali cheez ki kami khalti. Husband ke bagal mein leti hui, uski saansein sunti hui, lekin dimag mein sirf woh do bade lund.
Subah uth ti to body normal dikhti, lekin andar woh emptiness. Normal life jeeti – market jaati, kitchen ka kaam karti, relatives se baat karti – lekin har thodi der baad yaad aa jaati. Kabhi kitchen mein khadi-khadi lagta jaise abhi bhi Mahesh ka lund andar hai. Kabhi bathroom mein nahaate hue kalu ji ke dhakke yaad aa jaate.
Mahesh ke messages ab bhi aate. Main padhti, dil tezz dhadakta, body react karti, lekin reply nahi karti. Dori. Zaroori thi.
Raat ba raat yahi silsila. Husband ko mana karna. Uske saath bilkul nahi. Aur andhere mein letе-lete un dono ke bade, mote lund ki yaad. Kalu ji ka kala, veiny, bahut thick. Mahesh ka bhi utna hi powerful. Kaise unhone mujhe bhara tha, kaise main unke neeche-chini thi, kaise paani girа tha.
Normal life bahar se. Andar… bilkul alag. Sirf yaadein. Aur woh emptiness jo ab kisi aur se nahi bharne wali thi.
Subah se hi ghar mein ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Husband subah hi office nikal gaya tha – 2-3 din ke tour pe. Ghar bilkul khaali. Main kitchen mein chai banaate hue soch rahi thi. Itne din se Mahesh se doori. Husband se bilkul nahi. Sirf yaadein. Kalu ji ki… uske kale, bahut mote lund ki. Farm house wali raat ki. Body mein ek bechaini si thi.
Maine phone uthaya. Contact list mein uska number ab bhi saved tha – “Kalu Ji”. Thodi der socha. Phir call laga diya. Do ring pe pick hua.
“Hello…” uski gehre awaaz aayi.
Main dheemi awaaz mein boli, “Main Anita… yaad hai?”
Thodi si khamoshi. Phir usne kaha, “Kaise bhool sakta hoon. Bol.”
“Aaj ghar pe koi nahi hai. Poora din. Agar… aana ho to aa jao.”
Usne seedha poocha, “Time?”
“Ek ghante mein.”
Call cut kiya. Dil zor-zor se dhadakne laga. Ab taiyari shuru.
Pehle bathroom gayi. Shower on kiya. Garam paani. Poori body ko dheere-dheere saaf kiya. Soap se seene ko, pet ko, thighs ko, aur neeche. Khaas kar chut ke aas-paas extra dhyan se. Paani se dhote hue yaad aaya kaise usne pehli baar wahan muh rakha tha. Body lotion lagayi – soft, meethi khushbu wali. Skin silky ho gayi. Baal khole, shampoo kiya, phir conditioner. Baal ko towel se sukhaya, phir dryer se. Loose waves de diye – natural, thode se shoulder pe girte hue.
Ab underwear. Almirah kholi. Is baar black colour ka set nikala. Deep lace black bra – jo meri boobs ko upar utha kar full cleavage deta tha. Matching black panty – thin sides, peeche se thodi open. Pehle panty pehni. Lace meri skin pe chipak gaya. Phir bra. Hook peeche se lagaya, straps adjust kiye. Mirror mein dekha – black colour meri gori skin pe bilkul bold lag raha tha. Cleavage deep, nipples bra ke through thode se shape de rahe the.
Upar se kapda. Is baar simple nahi. Ek short, soft maroon colour ka nightdress nikala – jo sirf thighs tak aata tha, deep neck, thin straps. Pehte hi bra ka upper edge thoda sa dikh raha tha. Neeche panty ka lace thighs ke upar se clear tha jab main chalti thi. Dupatta nahi liya. Sirf yahi.
Makeup light rakha – kajal, thoda sa dark lipstick, halka blush. Perfume spray kiya – neck pe, wrists pe, cleavage ke beech, aur thoda sa thighs ke andar. Baal ek side se shoulder pe gira diye.
Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar poori tarah se dekha. Bahar se main soft, inviting lag rahi thi – maroon nightdress, black lace andar. Lekin andar body pehle se hi garam thi. Thighs ke beech thodi si geelaahat si mehsoos ho rahi thi bas sochne se.
Phone uthaya, Kalu ji ko message kiya – “Gate khula hai. Seedha andar aa jao. Main ready hoon.”
Dil tezz dhadak raha tha. Living room mein jaake soft light on ki, curtains thode se band kiye. Sofa pe baithi. Pair cross kiye. Nightdress thoda sa upar khisak gaya, thighs ka black lace dikhne laga.
Ab intezaar. Har second lamba lag raha tha. Dimag mein uska kala, mota lund ghum raha tha – kaise pehli baar usne mujhe failaya tha, kaise meri siskariyan nikalwayi thi. Body mein ek halki si kaamp si thi.
Gate ki taraf kaan lage hue the. Ab bas uske aane ki awaaz ka intezaar tha…
Gate ki side se halki si awaaz aayi. Main sofa pe baithi thi, pair cross kiye hue, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir dheere se door open hua. Kalu ji andar aaya. Uski black T-shirt body pe tight thi, jeans neeche, aur uske haath mein ek chhota sa bag. Usne door band kiya, lock lagaya, aur meri taraf dekha.
Uske nazar pehle meri aankhon pe, phir deep cleavage pe, phir nightdress ke short hem pe ruki. Uske lips pe halki si muskaan aayi.
“Bilkul ready lag rahi ho, Anita,” uski gehre awaaz mein bola. “Itne din baad… ghar khaali… accha kiya call kiya.”
Main uth kar uske paas gayi. Uske pairon ke paas ruk kar upar dekha. Uska face, uski dark skin, uske broad shoulders… body pehle se hi garam thi. Maine uske chest pe haath rakha.
“Kapde nikaalo,” maine dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Aaj poora time hai.”
Usne pehle T-shirt upar se utari. Uske kale, strong chest aur stomach dikhe – thodi si hair, solid muscles. Phir usne jeans ka belt khola, zipper neeche kiya, aur jeans neeche gira di. Underwear pe tha – black colour ka, andar se uska lund pehle se hi half hard dikh raha tha, mota, lamba outline.
Maine uske underwear ke upar haath rakha. Uske lund ko bahar se feel kiya – garam, bhari hui. Usne meri kamar pakdi aur apne taraf kheecha. Uske lips mere lips pe aa gaye. Gehra kiss. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein ghus gayi, dheere-dheere, jaise woh meri poori yaad kar raha ho. Maine uske back pe haath feraye, uske strong body ko feel kiya.
Kiss ke beech woh mera nightdress ke straps neeche gira raha tha. Straps meri shoulders se slide ho gaye. Uska haath mere peeche gaya, bra ke hook khole. Bra dheel ho gayi. Usne bra ko dheere se utaar diya. Meri boobs free ho gayi – full, soft, nipples already tight.
Usne dono haathon se meri boobs ko pakda. Uske bade, kale haath meri gori skin pe. Uski ungliyan nipples ko dheere-dheere dabati, ghumati. Phir usne jhuk kar ek nipple muh mein le liya. Garam, geeli jeebh. Woh suck karne laga – pehle soft, phir thoda zor se. Doosre boob ko haath se masalta raha. Main uske baal pakad kar uske sir ko apne seene pe dabaye rakh rahi thi. Siskari nikalne lagi.
Woh neeche aata gaya. Meri pet pe kiss, navel pe jeebh, phir nightdress ko upar uthaya. Maine haath upar kiye, usne nightdress poora utaar diya. Ab main sirf black lace panty mein thi. Usne mujhe sofa pe bithaya, khud ghutnon pe baith gaya. Meri thighs ko alag kiya.
Usne panty ke upar se hi chut ko feel kiya. Lace geela ho chuka tha. Usne ungli se lace ko side kiya, meri clit pe halka sa touch kiya. Main jhatak gayi.
“Itni geeli… sirf sochne se?” usne muskura ke kaha.
Phir usne panty ke dono sides pakad kar neeche kheench diya. Maine pair uthaye, panty nikal gayi. Ab main bilkul nangi thi. Usne meri thighs ko aur failaya. Meri chut uske saamne – soft, pink, thodi si swollen, juices se chamak rahi thi.
Usne pehle nose se soongha, phir jeebh se ek lamba lick kiya – neeche se upar tak, clit tak. Main zor se saans li. Usne meri thighs ko mazbooti se pakda aur jeebh andar ghusane laga. Dheere-dheere, deep, phir clit pe focus. Uske lips meri clit ko suck kar rahe the, jeebh circles bana rahi thi. Ek ungli usne dheere se andar daali – moti, kalee ungli meri tight wallon ko feel karti hui. Phir doosri. Woh finger fuck karne laga, jeebh clit pe continuous.
Main sofa pe back lete hue, uske sir ko pakde hue, hips uske muh ki taraf uthane lagi. “Ahh… Kalu ji… aise hi… dheere…”
Woh rukta nahi tha. Kabhi jeebh deep andar, kabhi clit pe fast flicks, ungliyan andar-bahar. Meri siskariyan badhti gayi. Body kaampne lagi. Ek leg uske shoulder pe rakh diya. Woh aur gehra gaya. Uski doosri haath meri boob pe thi, nipple ko pinch karti hui.
Thodi der baad usne mujhe uthaya, apne god mein bithaya. Main uske strong thighs pe baith gayi. Uske underwear abhi bhi the. Maine uske lund ko bahar nikaala. Woh ab fully hard tha – kaala, bahut mota, veins dikh rahi thi, tip se thoda precum nikal raha tha. Maine dono haathon se pakda. Itna thick ki meri ungliyan poori tarah nahi mil paati thi. Maine uske tip ko thumb se round kiya, phir neeche se upar stroke kiya.
Usne mera face upar uthaya aur phir se deep kiss kiya. Kiss ke beech main uske lund ko stroke karti rahi. Phir maine uske chest pe kiss kiye, neeche aati gayi. Uski pet pe, phir uske lund ke base pe. Maine jeebh se uske balls ko lick kiya, phir lund ke neeche se upar tak lamba lick. Tip pe ruki, precum ko jeebh se liya, phir muh mein le liya.
Sirf tip pehle. Uska mota lund meri lips ko faila raha tha. Maine dheere-dheere aur andar liya, jitna ho saka. Jeebh neeche se move karti hui, haath base pe stroke. Usne mere baal pakad liye, lekin zor nahi diya – bas guide kiya. Main upar-neeche karne lagi, kabhi deep, kabhi sirf tip suck. Uski siskariyan nikalne lagi – gehre, low moans.
Usne mujhe uthaya, sofa pe letaya. Khud mere upar aa gaya, lekin abhi andar nahi. Usne apna lund meri chut ke upar rakh diya – garam, hard, slipperiness mein. Dheere-dheere usne lund ko meri clit pe rub kiya, upar-neeche. Main hips uthane lagi, uske against grind. Uske lund ki thickness meri folds ke beech feel ho rahi thi.
Usne ek haath se apna lund pakda aur tip ko meri opening pe rakha. Halka sa pressure. Lekin abhi andar nahi daala. Sirf tip se circle bana raha tha, juices ko spread karta hua. Doosre haath se meri boobs ko masal raha tha, nipples ko chusta. Main uske back pe nails chala rahi thi.
“Ab andar… please…” maine dheemi, bheegi awaaz mein kaha.
Usne muskura ke mera face dekha, phir dheere se pressure badhaya. Uska mota tip meri chut mein ghusne laga – stretch, garam, bhari hui feeling. Sirf thoda sa… phir ruk gaya. Phir thoda aur. Main muh khol kar saans le rahi thi, uske shoulders ko pakde hue.
Woh poora andar nahi gaya abhi. Bas tip se half tak, dheere-dheere in-out, foreplay ko aur lamba karte hue. Har baar thoda gehra. Meri walls uske around stretch ho rahi thi. Usne meri ek leg ko upar uthaya, knee ke peeche se pakda, aur aur deep angle diya. Ab uska lund meri clit ko bhi rub kar raha tha har stroke mein.
Main uske against move karne lagi. Uske haath meri hips pe, control karte hue. Kabhi slow, deep strokes, kabhi thoda tez. Uske lips mere neck pe, ears pe, phir wapas lips pe. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein, uska lund meri chut mein – dono jagah uska control.
Body mein heat badh rahi thi. Thighs kaamp rahe the. Main uske baal, uske back, uske strong arms ko feel karti rahi. Usne ek baar poora almost bahar nikaala, tip se meri clit ko tease kiya, phir ek hi stroke mein deep andar daal diya. Main zor se moan ki.
Woh ruk gaya andar, deep. Meri aankhon mein dekha. “Itni tight… itne din baad bhi,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Phir slow thrusting shuru kiya – long, controlled strokes. Har baar base tak, phir almost bahar. Meri juices uske lund pe chamak rahi thi, thighs tak fail rahi thi.
Usne meri dono legs ko apne shoulders pe rakh diya. Aur gehra angle. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah touch kar raha tha. Main uske thighs ko pakde hue, hips milati hui. Siskariyan continuous. Usne ek haath se meri clit ko rub karna shuru kiya – thumb se, circular, jab woh andar-bahar kar raha tha.
Heat build hone lagi. Meri body tight hone lagi. “Kalu ji… main… aah…”
Woh speed thodi badha diya, lekin control mein. Deep, forceful, lekin steady. Uske balls meri ass pe touch kar rahe the har baar. Main uske against push kar rahi thi. Phir ek strong wave aayi – poori body kaamp uthi, chut uske lund ke around tight ho gayi, juices aur nikalne lage. Main uske naam se chillayi, nails uske back pe chala di.
Woh ruk gaya nahi. Mere climax ke beech bhi woh slow deep strokes jaari rakha, meri orgasm ko lamba karta hua. Jab main thodi normal hui, usne mujhe side se turn kiya. Ab spoon position. Usne peeche se apna lund meri chut mein daala, ek haath se meri boob pakdi, doosre se clit. Dheere-dheere phir se build karne laga.
Kalu ji abhi bhi peeche se dheere-dheere andar-bahar kar raha tha. Uske ek haath se meri boob ko masal raha tha, doosre se clit pe halka pressure. Meri saansein tez thi, body uske against soft waves mein hil rahi thi. Living room ki soft light mein sirf hum dono ki awaazein thi – uski gehre moans, meri siskariyan, aur skin ke milne ki awaaz.
Tabhi…
Gate ke bahar car ki awaaz aayi. Engine band hone ki awaaz. Phir car door band hone ki. Main jhat se rigid ho gayi. Kalu ji bhi ruk gaya. Uska lund abhi bhi meri chut mein deep tha, garam aur hard.
“Kya hua?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha.
Main uske haath ko hatate hue flustered awaaz mein boli, “Husband… abhi nahi aana tha. Tour pe tha… 2-3 din. Shayad jaldi aa gaya.”
Bahar se keys ki awaaz aayi. Main door lock ki taraf dekhi – pehle se locked tha, lekin ab footsteps clear sunai de rahe the.
Kalu ji ne turant apna lund bahar nikaala. Woh bada, geela, still fully hard tha. Maine jaldi se apna nightdress uthaaya jo sofa pe pada tha, pehen liya. Bra aur panty abhi bhi floor pe the. Kalu ji ne apni jeans aur T-shirt jaldi se pehen li, lekin uska lund jeans ke andar abhi bhi clear bulge bana raha tha. Usne underwear nahi pehna tha – jaldi mein.
Main uske bag ko uthakar kitchen ki taraf ishara kiya. “Wahan se peeche wale gate se nikal jao. Jaldi!”
Woh kitchen ki taraf bhaaga. Main living room mein sofa pe baith gayi, nightdress theek kiya, baal thode se set kiye. Heart abhi bhi zor se dhadak raha tha. Meri chut abhi bhi geeli thi, thighs ke beech uska precum aur meri juices mix hokar chipak rahe the. Nipples nightdress ke through abhi bhi tight dikh rahe the.
Door ki key ghumi. Main door open hua.
Husband andar aaya – suitcase haath mein, thaka hua face, lekin muskura raha tha.
“Surprise!” usne kaha. “Meeting cancel ho gayi, toh socha jaldi aa jaaun. Ghar khaali nahi chhodna tha tujhe.”
Usne suitcase side mein rakha aur meri taraf aaya. Main uth kar uske paas gayi, normal smile dete hue. “Acha kiya… mujhe bhi akela nahi lag raha tha.”
Usne mujhe hug kiya. Uske suit ke kapdon se office ki khushbu aa rahi thi. Mere body se abhi bhi Kalu ji ki strong, masculine smell mix thi – thodi si sex ki bhi. Maine jaldi se apna face uske chest pe rakh diya taaki woh notice na kare.
Hug ke beech uska haath meri back pe gaya, phir neeche – nightdress ke upar se meri ass ko feel kiya.
“Aaj yeh pehna hai?” usne halki si muskaan ke saath kaha. “Aur baal khule… makeup… lagta hai tu wait kar rahi thi kisi ki.”
Main soft hasi hasi. “Bas ghar pe aaram se thi. Tu aa gaya toh accha laga.”
Usne mera face upar uthaya aur kiss kiya. Normal, soft kiss. Lekin mere lips abhi bhi Kalu ji ke kiss se swollen the, aur meri mouth mein uski taste abhi bhi thi. Husband ne thodi der gehra kiss kiya, uski jeebh meri mouth mein gayi. Main respond kiya, lekin andar se tension thi.
Kiss todte hue usne meri cleavage ki taraf dekha. Nightdress ka deep neck, aur andar bra nahi thi – sirf nangi boobs. Uske haath ne strap side kiya.
“Bra nahi pehni?” usne eyebrow uthate hue poocha.
Main halka sa blush dikhate hue boli, “Ghar pe akeli thi na… comfort ke liye.”
Usne ek haath se meri boob ko nightdress ke upar se pakda. Nipple already hard tha. Usne dheere se dabaya.
“Lagta hai tu bahut lonely feel kar rahi thi,” usne kaha. Uski awaaz mein thodi si heat aa gayi thi.
Tabhi kitchen ki taraf se halki si awaaz aayi – peeche wale gate ke band hone ki. Husband ne kaan uthaye.
“Kya awaaz thi?”
Main jaldi se boli, “Shayad bahar koi billi ya kuch. Main abhi check karti hoon.”
Maine kitchen ki taraf jaane ka natak kiya, lekin usne mera haath pakad liya.
“Baad mein. Pehle tu.”
Usne mujhe wapas sofa pe kheecha. Khud mere saamne baith gaya. Uske haath ne nightdress ko upar uthaya. Meri nangi chut uske saamne aa gayi – abhi bhi geeli, swollen, thodi si red, aur thighs pe juices ke nishaan.
Uske eyes thodi si wide ho gaye.
“Itni geeli…?” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Sirf mere aane se?”
Usne ungli se touch kiya. Meri chut uske touch pe jhatak gayi. Uske fingers pe Kalu ji ka precum aur meri juices mix the – thoda sticky, thoda different texture. Usne ungli ko apni nose ke paas le jaakar soongha, lekin clearly kuch nahi kaha. Sirf thodi der chup raha.
Phir usne meri thighs failayi aur jhuk gaya. Uske lips meri chut pe aa gaye. Jeebh se lick kiya – slow, exploratory. Main sofa pe back leti, uske sir ko pakde hue. Andar se guilt aur excitement dono mix the. Husband meri chut chat raha tha, jahan abhi kuch minute pehle Kalu ji ka mota kala lund tha.
Usne do ungliyan andar daali.
ANITA PATEL
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