02-08-2026, 03:17 PM
UPDET 16
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. Meri walls abhi bhi stretched feel ho rahi thi. Usne notice kiya – thodi si looser than usual, lekin kuch nahi bola. Sirf deeper lick karne laga, clit pe focus.
Main moan karne lagi – real moans, kyunki body abhi bhi sensitive thi. Husband ne meri nightdress poori tarah upar uthayi, meri boobs nangi kar di. Usne ek haath se boob masalte hue neeche se chatna jaari rakha.
Thodi der baad usne apne kapde jaldi se utaare. Suit, shirt, pants – sab floor pe. Uska lund hard ho chuka tha – average size, gora, lekin abhi fully erect. Woh mere upar aa gaya. Tip meri opening pe rakha aur ek hi dhakke mein andar daal diya.
Main zor se saans li. Uska lund andar gaya, lekin abhi bhi meri chut Kalu ji ke baad thodi open feel ho rahi thi. Husband ne notice kiya hoga, kyunki usne thoda slow start kiya, phir speed badhayi.
Woh thrust karne laga – normal pace, meri legs ko failaye hue. Main uske back pe haath feraye, uske against move kiya. Lekin dimag mein abhi bhi Kalu ji ka kala, bahut mota lund ghum raha tha – uska stretch, uski depth, uski smell.
Husband ne meri legs ko apne shoulders pe uthaya, deeper angle diya. “Tu aaj bahut garam hai,” usne moan ke saech kaha. “Itna wet… itna responsive.”
Main uske lips pe kiss kiya, uske naam se awaaz nikaali, lekin aankhein band karke Kalu ji ko yaad kar rahi thi. Husband tez hone laga. Uske strokes short aur forceful. Main uske saath climax ke kareeb pahunchne lagi – is baar thoda guilt ke saath, lekin body ne respond kiya.
Woh andar hi cum kar diya – garam jets meri walls pe. Main bhi uske saath thodi si peak pe pahunchi, lekin utni intense nahi jitni Kalu ji ke saath thi.
Woh mere upar lit gaya, saansein tez. Main uske baal ferate hue soft awaaz mein boli, “Welcome home…”
Usne muskura ke mera face dekha. “Ab main ghar pe hoon. Aaj raat poori teri.”
Lekin mere dimag mein abhi bhi kitchen ke peeche wale gate ki taraf soch rahi thi… Kalu ji nikal gaya hoga. Uske jeans ke andar abhi bhi hard lund hoga, aur meri juices uske lund pe chipki hongi.
Husband ne thodi der baad uth kar bathroom ki taraf gaya. Main sofa pe nangi leti rahi, nightdress side mein. Thighs ke beech ab do alag precum mix the.
Phone silent mode pe tha. Maine check kiya – Kalu ji ka message:
“Safe nikal gaya. Kal raat farmhouse. Same time. Teri chut abhi bhi meri yaad kar rahi hogi.”
Main message delete karke phone side mein rakh diya. Husband bathroom se nikal kar aa raha tha.
Ab ghar mein dono the… lekin mera shareer abhi bhi Kalu ji ke liye bechain tha.
Husband bathroom se nikal kar aaya. Usne towel se baal thode se sukhaye hue the, lower body pe sirf underwear. Woh living room mein aaya aur sofa pe baithne hi wala tha ki uski nazar neeche chali gayi.
Sofa ke neeche, thodi si andheri jagah mein, ek black colour ka underwear pada hua tha – bada size, clearly mardana, aur thoda sa geela dikh raha tha.
Usne jhuk kar usse uthaya. Haath mein lete hue dheere-dheere dekha. Size uske khud ke underwear se kaafi bada tha. Fabric thoda sticky tha. Usne soongha – strong, masculine smell, aur uske saath meri body ki khushbu mix.
Uske face ka colour thoda change ho gaya. Jaw tight ho gaya.
“Yeh kiska hai?” usne seedha, thandi awaaz mein poocha.
Main abhi bhi sofa pe nangi leti thi, nightdress side mein pada hua. Maine us underwear ko dekhte hi dil zor se dhadakna shuru kar diya. Blood face se utar gaya.
“Woh… main… pata nahi,” maine halki awaaz mein kaha, aankhein bachaate hue.
Husband ne underwear ko mere saamne pakad kar uthaya. “Sofa ke neeche pada tha. Mera nahi hai. Size dekh. Aur geela hai.”
Usne phir se soongha, phir meri taraf ghoora. “Teri chut abhi bhi geeli thi jab main aaya. Bra nahi pehni thi. Nightdress. Makeup. Baal. Aur ab yeh?”
Main uth kar baith gayi, nightdress jaldi se pehenne ki koshish ki, lekin usne mera haath pakad liya.
“Mat pehen. Baith.”
Usne underwear ko side table pe phenka aur mere saamne khada ho gaya. Awaaz ab tez ho rahi thi.
“Bol. Kaun tha yahan?”
Main chup rahi. Mere lips kaamp rahe the.
Tabhi uska phone baja. Usne dekha – padosi Aunty ka number. Usne speaker pe laga diya.
Padosi ki awaaz aayi, “Beta, main bas bata rahi thi… abhi ek ghante pahle mein tumhare ghar mein koi tha. Main balcony se dekha. Ek kaala sa aadmi, strong body wala. Gate se andar gaya, phir kuch der baad peeche wale gate se nikalta hua dikha. Aur… awaazein bhi aa rahi thi. Matlab… thodi loud thi. Maine socha tumhe bata doon kyunki tum tour pe the.”
Husband ne phone cut kar diya. Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Usne phone side mein phenka.
Ab uski awaaz full volume pe aa gayi.
“Kaala aadmi? Strong body? Peeche wale gate se nikalta hua? Aur awaazein?”
Woh mere kareeb aaya, jhuk kar mera face pakda. “Bol Anita. Kaun tha? Kalu? Wohi farmhouse wala? Jiske baare mein tu kabhi-kabhi sapne mein naam leti hai?”
Main uske haath ko hatane ki koshish ki. “Haan… woh aaya tha. Main… akeli thi. Call kiya tha.”
Husband ne peeche hat kar zor se wall pe haath maara. “Saali randi! Main tour pe jaata hoon toh tu turant us kale ko bula leti hai? Uske mote lund ke liye tarasti hai?”
Usne sofa ke neeche se meri black lace panty uthayi jo abhi bhi padi thi. “Yeh bhi uske liye pehni thi? Black lace? Cleavage nikaal ke? Perfume laga ke? Aur phir uske saamne nangi ho gayi?”
Main rone lagi. “Maaf kar de… ek baar hi tha… main control nahi kar payi…”
Usne hasi hasi – bitter, gusse wali hasi. “Ek baar? Hotel wali dopahar bhi thi. Aur aaj phir. Padosi ne dekha. Awaazein suni. Matlab tu uske neeche siskiyan nikaal rahi thi jab main office mein tha?”
Woh mere paas aaya, mera nightdress pakad kar upar kheench diya. Main nangi ho gayi uske saamne. Usne meri thighs failayi.
“Dekh… abhi bhi red hai. Stretched. Uske mote lund ne itna failaya ki mera lund ab dheela lag raha hoga tujhe.”
Usne ungli se meri chut ko touch kiya – abhi bhi thodi geeli. “Isme abhi bhi uska precum hoga. Saali, uske cum ko andar leke baithi thi jab main aaya?”
Main sir jhuka kar rone lagi. “Nahi… usne andar nahi… bas… thoda…”
“Bas thoda?” Husband ne zor se meri chin upar uthayi. “Usne tera muh chusa? Boobs chuse? Chut chati? Aur phir apna kala mota lund tujhmein daala? Bol!”
Main haan mein sir hilayi, aansu nikal rahe the.
Usne phir se us black underwear ko uthaya aur mere face ke paas le aaya. “Yeh soongh. Isme teri chut ki smell hai. Usne pehna hua tha jab woh tujhe chod raha tha. Phir jaldi mein yahan chhod gaya.”
Woh gusse mein room mein chahal-qadmi karne laga. “Main mehnat karta hoon, ghar chalata hoon, bacchon ka khayal rakhta hoon… aur tu? Tu us kale ke lund pe lit jaati hai. Uske saamne nangi nachti hai. Uske liye special bra-panty pehenti hai. Uske aane pe gate khula chhod deti hai!”
Usne mera phone uthaya jo side table pe tha. Password try kiya – meri birthday. Open ho gaya. Usne recent calls dekhe. “Kalu Ji” ka number. Call history – aaj subah ka call. Phir messages. Usne woh message padha jo Kalu ji ne bheja tha: “Safe nikal gaya. Kal dophar hotel. Same time. Teri chut abhi bhi meri yaad kar rahi hogi.”
Husband ka face aur laal ho gaya. Usne phone zor se sofa pe phenk diya.
“Kal dophar ko hotel? Same time? Teri chut uski yaad kar rahi hai?”
Woh mere kareeb aaya, jhuk kar mera face dono haathon se pakda. Awaaz ab low lekin bahut teekhi thi.
“Tu uske liye itni wet ho jaati hai ki mere aate hi padosi ko awaazein sunai de rahi thin. Tu uske mote lund ko apne andar leti hai, uski jeebh apni chut pe feel karti hai, uske haath apni boobs pe… aur phir mere aane pe normal face bana leti hai?”
Usne mera haath pakad kar apne underwear pe rakha. “Yeh tera husband ka lund hai. Average. Gora. Lekin tujhe toh kale, mote, lambe wale chahiye. Jisse teri chut fail jaye. Jisse tu siskiyan nikaale.”
Main uske haath ko hatane ki koshish karti hui boli, “Please… bas kar… maaf kar de… main phir nahi…”
Usne hasi hasi. “Phir nahi? Kal raat farmhouse ka plan hai. Tu jaayegi. Uske liye taiyar hogi. Black lace pehenegi. Perfume lagayegi. Phir uske neeche lit jaayegi. Aur main yahan baith ke sochta rahunga ki meri biwi kisi kale ke lund pe uchal rahi hai.”
Woh thodi der chup raha, saansein tez. Phir bola, “Aaj raat tu mere saath so. Lekin yaad rakh… ab se har baar jab main tujhe chhoonga, mujhe yaad aayega ki uske haath pehle aa chuke hain. Har baar jab main andar jaunga, mujhe feel hoga ki woh jagah usne pehle faila di hai.”
Usne black underwear ko uthaya aur mere pillow ke neeche rakh diya. “Yeh yahan rahega. Yaad dilane ke liye. Ki tu kya hai.”
Main rone lagi, pairon mein girne ki koshish ki. “Please… mat kar aisa… main pyar karti hoon tujhe…”
Usne peeche hat kar kaha, “Pyar? Pyar mein koi dusre ke lund ke liye tarasta hai? Padosi ko awaazein sunai deti hain? Sofa ke neeche underwear chhod deti hai?”
Woh bedroom ki taraf chala gaya. Door zor se band kiya. Main living room mein nangi baithi rahi, aansu nikalte hue, us black underwear ko dekhte hue jo ab pillow ke neeche tha.
Bahar raat ho chuki thi. Ghar mein ab sirf khamoshi thi… lekin us khamoshi mein bhi husband ke tane, padosi ki awaaz, aur Kalu ji ka message ghum rahe the.
Husband bedroom se nikal kar aaya. Uske face pe ab gussa thoda control mein tha, lekin aankhon mein ek naya, tez faisla dikh raha tha. Usne living room mein aake mere saamne khada ho gaya. Main abhi bhi sofa pe nangi baithi thi, aankhon mein aansu, body kaamp rahi thi.
Usne seedha kaha, “Ab sun. Aaj raat tu us kale ke saath hotel jaayegi.”
Main sir utha kar dekhi. “Kya…?”
“Haan. Main decide kar chuka hoon. Tu usse call kar. Bola ki main jaanta hoon sab. Aur ab usse ek lakh rupaye chahiye. Cash. Aaj raat. Uske baad tu uske saath hotel mein raat guzaar. Jo mangta hai woh le. Teri chut, tera muh, teri gaand – sab. Lekin pehle paise.”
Main kaampte hue boli, “Lakh…? Woh dega kaise…?”
Husband ne hasi hasi – kadi hasi. “De dega. Teri chut ke liye woh kuch bhi dega. Maine dekha uska underwear. Size. Aur padosi ne jo bataya. Woh tujhe chahiye. Aur mujhe paise chahiye. Dono ki zarurat usi se poori hogi. Meri – paise. Teri – uska mota kala lund.”
Usne mera phone uthaya aur mere haath mein thrusta. “Call kar. Abhi.”
Mere haath kaamp rahe the. Maine “Kalu Ji” ka number dial kiya. Do ring pe usne uthaya.
“Anita…” uski gehre awaaz aayi. “Sab theek?”
Main dheemi, kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Kalu ji… husband aa gaya. Usne sab jaan liya. Underwear mil gaya. Padosi ne bhi bata diya.”
Line pe thodi khamoshi. Phir usne kaha, “Aur?”
“Woh… bol raha hai ki ek lakh rupaye do. Cash. Aaj raat. Uske baad… main tumhare saath hotel mein aa sakti hoon. Poori raat.”
Kalu ji ne dheere se saans li. “Lakh? Itna?”
Main ne husband ki taraf dekha. Woh sir hila raha tha – haan mein.
Maine kaha, “Haan. Usne kaha ki meri… zarurat bhi tumse poori hogi aur uski bhi. Paise uske, aur main tumhari.”
Kalu ji thodi der chup raha. Phir uski awaaz mein ek heavy, accepting tone aaya. “Theek hai. Lakh de dunga. Cash. Bata hotel kaun sa. Main arrange karta hoon.”
Husband ne mere kaan ke paas muh laakar kaha, “Bol – Grand Palace Hotel. Room 405. Raat 12 baje. Paise pehle. Phir jo chahe kar.”
Maine wahi bataya. Kalu ji ne confirm kiya, “12 baje. Room 405. Main pahunch jaunga. Paise leke. Tu taiyar hokar aana.”
Call cut hua.
Husband ne mera face pakda. “Ab taiyar ho. Uske liye. Jo pehenti hai uske saamne – black lace, short dress, perfume, makeup. Jaise aaj dopahar mein thi. Aur yaad rakh… aaj raat tu uski hai. Jo bolegi woh karegi. Muh, chut, gaand – sab. Lekin pehle paise check karna. Mere account mein transfer ya cash. Phir free.”
Usne mera nightdress side se uthaya aur phenk diya. “Ab naha. Phir pehen.”
Main kaampte hue bathroom gayi. Shower on kiya. Garam paani. Body ko dhoya – pehle seene ko, pet ko, thighs ko, chut ko. Paani ke neeche khadi hokar soch rahi thi… ab husband khud mujhe Kalu ji ke paas bhej raha tha. Lakh rupaye ke liye. Aur meri apni bechaini bhi usi mein thi.
Shower ke baad body lotion lagayi – wahi soft, meethi khushbu wali. Skin silky. Baal khole, dryer se waves diye. Phir almirah kholi.
Is baar aur bold. Deep black lace bra – jo boobs ko upar utha kar almost nanga cleavage deta tha, nipples ke around thin lace. Matching black thong – peeche se bilkul open, sirf thin string. Pehle thong pehni. Lace meri geeli chut pe chipak gaya. Phir bra. Hook peeche se, straps adjust. Mirror mein dekha – black colour meri gori skin pe bahut gandi aur inviting lag raha tha.
Upar se ek short, tight maroon dress – jo sirf mid-thigh tak aata tha, deep V neck, back almost open. Pehte hi bra ka upper edge aur cleavage clear dikh raha tha. Neeche thong ka lace thighs ke upar se tab dikhta jab main chalti. Heels pehne – black, high.
Makeup – dark kajal, smokey eyes, dark red lipstick, blush. Perfume – neck, wrists, cleavage ke beech, aur thighs ke andar tak. Baal ek side shoulder pe gira diye.
Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar poori tarah dekha. Bahar se main bilkul “ready for him” lag rahi thi. Andar body pehle se garam thi. Thighs ke beech thodi geelaahat.
Living room mein aayi. Husband baitha tha. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske aankhon mein gussa, jealousy aur ek strange satisfaction mix tha.
“Bilkul usi tarah,” usne kaha. “Jaise uske liye ban ti ho. Ab ja. Taxi wait kar rahi hai neeche. Hotel pahunch, room 405. Pehle paise le. Phir jo chahe woh karwa. Subah tak wahi rehna. Main yahan rahunga.”
Usne mera haath pakda, thoda zor se. “Aur Anita… aaj raat jab woh tujhe chode, zor se awaaz nikaalna. Main sochta rahunga. Aur yaad rakhna – yeh sab uske lakh rupaye ke liye ho raha hai. Teri chut ab uski paid property hai aaj raat.”
Main sir jhukakar nikal gayi. Neeche taxi mein baithi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Raaste bhar sochti rahi – husband ne khud bheja, paise maange, aur ab main Kalu ji ke paas ja rahi thi… uske mote kale lund ke liye, aur us lakh ke liye.
Hotel pahunchi. Grand Palace. Lift se 4th floor. Room 405 ke saamne ruki. Dil tezz dhadak raha tha. Door pe knock kiya.
Door open hua. Kalu ji khada tha – black shirt, dark jeans, uske strong kale body se strong smell. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha – short dress, deep cleavage, heels, dark lipstick.
Uske lips pe heavy muskaan aayi. “Bilkul ready. Andar aa.”
Main andar gayi. Room bada tha – king bed, soft lights, curtains band. Usne door lock kiya.
Maine kaampti awaaz mein kaha, “Pehle… paise.”
Usne side table se ek envelope uthaya. Andar se notes nikaale – 500-500 ke bundles. Ginte hue dikhaya. “Ek lakh. Pure. Gin le.”
Maine haath mein liye, thode se check kiye. Haan, pure the. Usne mera phone liya, husband ka number dial kiya, speaker pe.
Husband ki awaaz aayi. “Paise aa gaye?”
Kalu ji ne kaha, “Haan. Ek lakh cash. Teri biwi ke haath mein hai. Ab yeh meri hai aaj raat. Jo chahta hoon karunga.”
Husband ne thodi der baad kaha, “Kar. Poori raat. Subah tak. Aur Anita… awaazein nikaalna.”
Call cut hua.
Kalu ji ne envelope side mein rakha. Phir mere kareeb aaya. Uske bade haath ne mera face pakda. “Ab paise mil gaye usse. Ab teri zarurat meri.”
Usne mujhe zor se apne se chipka liya. Uske lips mere lips pe aa gaye – gehra, hungover kiss. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein ghus gayi. Uske haath ne mere dress ke zipper peeche se neeche kiya. Dress meri shoulders se slide hokar floor pe gir gaya. Ab main sirf black lace bra aur thong mein thi.
Usne bra ke hook khole, bra utaar diya. Meri boobs free. Usne dono haathon se pakda, nipples ko dabaya, phir jhuk kar muh mein le liya – zor se suck, daant se halka sa bite. Main siski nikaali.
Phir usne mujhe bed pe dhakel diya. Thong ke sides pakad kar ek jhatke mein faad diya. Meri nangi chut uske saamne. Woh ghutnon pe baith gaya, thighs failayi, aur jeebh se gehra lick kiya – neeche se upar, clit pe focus, phir ungliyan andar.
Main bed pe back leti, uske sir ko pakde hue, hips uthati hui. “Ahh… Kalu ji…”
Usne apne kapde jaldi se utaare. Uska kala, bahut mota lund bahar aaya – fully hard, veins phooli hui, tip se precum. Usne mere muh ke paas laaya. “Pehle muh. Aaj raat poora.”
Maine muh khola. Uska mota tip andar gaya. Main jitna ho saka le liya, jeebh se neeche se, haath se base stroke. Woh mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga – control mein, lekin deep.
Phir usne mujhe failaya. Apna lund meri chut pe rub kiya, tip se circle, phir ek hi strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya. Main zor se chillayi – stretch, bhari hui feeling, uska mota lund meri walls ko failata hua.
Woh thrust karne laga – deep, forceful, long strokes. Meri legs uske shoulders pe, uske haath meri boobs pe, uske lips mere neck pe. Har dhakke pe bed hil raha tha. Main uske naam se siskiyan nikaal rahi thi – bilkul jaise husband ne kaha tha.
Usne positions change kiye – pehle missionary, phir mujhe ghodi bana diya, peeche se aur gehra. Uska lund meri chut ko churn kar raha tha. Phir usne mera muh bhi use kiya beech-beech mein. Kabhi meri gaand pe thappad, kabhi nipples pinch.
Raat lambi thi. Woh thakta nahi tha. Kabhi slow, deep, teasing… kabhi tez, janwaroon jaisa. Main kai baar cum ho chuki thi, body kaamp rahi thi, juices bed pe fail rahe the. Usne bhi ek baar meri chut mein deep cum kiya –
Subah ke kareeb, jab dono thak chuke the, woh mere peeche lit gaya, uska lund abhi bhi andar half-hard. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Lakh de diya usse. Aur teri yeh chut… ab meri. Jab chahe bulunga. Husband ko bhi bata dena – agla lakh jab maange.”
Main uske strong arms mein bandhi hui thi, body bilkul used, geeli, marks se bhari.
Hotel room ki soft light mein main Kalu ji ke kale body se chipki hui thi… dono ki zaruratein usi raat poori ho rahi thin.
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. Meri walls abhi bhi stretched feel ho rahi thi. Usne notice kiya – thodi si looser than usual, lekin kuch nahi bola. Sirf deeper lick karne laga, clit pe focus.
Main moan karne lagi – real moans, kyunki body abhi bhi sensitive thi. Husband ne meri nightdress poori tarah upar uthayi, meri boobs nangi kar di. Usne ek haath se boob masalte hue neeche se chatna jaari rakha.
Thodi der baad usne apne kapde jaldi se utaare. Suit, shirt, pants – sab floor pe. Uska lund hard ho chuka tha – average size, gora, lekin abhi fully erect. Woh mere upar aa gaya. Tip meri opening pe rakha aur ek hi dhakke mein andar daal diya.
Main zor se saans li. Uska lund andar gaya, lekin abhi bhi meri chut Kalu ji ke baad thodi open feel ho rahi thi. Husband ne notice kiya hoga, kyunki usne thoda slow start kiya, phir speed badhayi.
Woh thrust karne laga – normal pace, meri legs ko failaye hue. Main uske back pe haath feraye, uske against move kiya. Lekin dimag mein abhi bhi Kalu ji ka kala, bahut mota lund ghum raha tha – uska stretch, uski depth, uski smell.
Husband ne meri legs ko apne shoulders pe uthaya, deeper angle diya. “Tu aaj bahut garam hai,” usne moan ke saech kaha. “Itna wet… itna responsive.”
Main uske lips pe kiss kiya, uske naam se awaaz nikaali, lekin aankhein band karke Kalu ji ko yaad kar rahi thi. Husband tez hone laga. Uske strokes short aur forceful. Main uske saath climax ke kareeb pahunchne lagi – is baar thoda guilt ke saath, lekin body ne respond kiya.
Woh andar hi cum kar diya – garam jets meri walls pe. Main bhi uske saath thodi si peak pe pahunchi, lekin utni intense nahi jitni Kalu ji ke saath thi.
Woh mere upar lit gaya, saansein tez. Main uske baal ferate hue soft awaaz mein boli, “Welcome home…”
Usne muskura ke mera face dekha. “Ab main ghar pe hoon. Aaj raat poori teri.”
Lekin mere dimag mein abhi bhi kitchen ke peeche wale gate ki taraf soch rahi thi… Kalu ji nikal gaya hoga. Uske jeans ke andar abhi bhi hard lund hoga, aur meri juices uske lund pe chipki hongi.
Husband ne thodi der baad uth kar bathroom ki taraf gaya. Main sofa pe nangi leti rahi, nightdress side mein. Thighs ke beech ab do alag precum mix the.
Phone silent mode pe tha. Maine check kiya – Kalu ji ka message:
“Safe nikal gaya. Kal raat farmhouse. Same time. Teri chut abhi bhi meri yaad kar rahi hogi.”
Main message delete karke phone side mein rakh diya. Husband bathroom se nikal kar aa raha tha.
Ab ghar mein dono the… lekin mera shareer abhi bhi Kalu ji ke liye bechain tha.
Husband bathroom se nikal kar aaya. Usne towel se baal thode se sukhaye hue the, lower body pe sirf underwear. Woh living room mein aaya aur sofa pe baithne hi wala tha ki uski nazar neeche chali gayi.
Sofa ke neeche, thodi si andheri jagah mein, ek black colour ka underwear pada hua tha – bada size, clearly mardana, aur thoda sa geela dikh raha tha.
Usne jhuk kar usse uthaya. Haath mein lete hue dheere-dheere dekha. Size uske khud ke underwear se kaafi bada tha. Fabric thoda sticky tha. Usne soongha – strong, masculine smell, aur uske saath meri body ki khushbu mix.
Uske face ka colour thoda change ho gaya. Jaw tight ho gaya.
“Yeh kiska hai?” usne seedha, thandi awaaz mein poocha.
Main abhi bhi sofa pe nangi leti thi, nightdress side mein pada hua. Maine us underwear ko dekhte hi dil zor se dhadakna shuru kar diya. Blood face se utar gaya.
“Woh… main… pata nahi,” maine halki awaaz mein kaha, aankhein bachaate hue.
Husband ne underwear ko mere saamne pakad kar uthaya. “Sofa ke neeche pada tha. Mera nahi hai. Size dekh. Aur geela hai.”
Usne phir se soongha, phir meri taraf ghoora. “Teri chut abhi bhi geeli thi jab main aaya. Bra nahi pehni thi. Nightdress. Makeup. Baal. Aur ab yeh?”
Main uth kar baith gayi, nightdress jaldi se pehenne ki koshish ki, lekin usne mera haath pakad liya.
“Mat pehen. Baith.”
Usne underwear ko side table pe phenka aur mere saamne khada ho gaya. Awaaz ab tez ho rahi thi.
“Bol. Kaun tha yahan?”
Main chup rahi. Mere lips kaamp rahe the.
Tabhi uska phone baja. Usne dekha – padosi Aunty ka number. Usne speaker pe laga diya.
Padosi ki awaaz aayi, “Beta, main bas bata rahi thi… abhi ek ghante pahle mein tumhare ghar mein koi tha. Main balcony se dekha. Ek kaala sa aadmi, strong body wala. Gate se andar gaya, phir kuch der baad peeche wale gate se nikalta hua dikha. Aur… awaazein bhi aa rahi thi. Matlab… thodi loud thi. Maine socha tumhe bata doon kyunki tum tour pe the.”
Husband ne phone cut kar diya. Uske haath kaamp rahe the. Usne phone side mein phenka.
Ab uski awaaz full volume pe aa gayi.
“Kaala aadmi? Strong body? Peeche wale gate se nikalta hua? Aur awaazein?”
Woh mere kareeb aaya, jhuk kar mera face pakda. “Bol Anita. Kaun tha? Kalu? Wohi farmhouse wala? Jiske baare mein tu kabhi-kabhi sapne mein naam leti hai?”
Main uske haath ko hatane ki koshish ki. “Haan… woh aaya tha. Main… akeli thi. Call kiya tha.”
Husband ne peeche hat kar zor se wall pe haath maara. “Saali randi! Main tour pe jaata hoon toh tu turant us kale ko bula leti hai? Uske mote lund ke liye tarasti hai?”
Usne sofa ke neeche se meri black lace panty uthayi jo abhi bhi padi thi. “Yeh bhi uske liye pehni thi? Black lace? Cleavage nikaal ke? Perfume laga ke? Aur phir uske saamne nangi ho gayi?”
Main rone lagi. “Maaf kar de… ek baar hi tha… main control nahi kar payi…”
Usne hasi hasi – bitter, gusse wali hasi. “Ek baar? Hotel wali dopahar bhi thi. Aur aaj phir. Padosi ne dekha. Awaazein suni. Matlab tu uske neeche siskiyan nikaal rahi thi jab main office mein tha?”
Woh mere paas aaya, mera nightdress pakad kar upar kheench diya. Main nangi ho gayi uske saamne. Usne meri thighs failayi.
“Dekh… abhi bhi red hai. Stretched. Uske mote lund ne itna failaya ki mera lund ab dheela lag raha hoga tujhe.”
Usne ungli se meri chut ko touch kiya – abhi bhi thodi geeli. “Isme abhi bhi uska precum hoga. Saali, uske cum ko andar leke baithi thi jab main aaya?”
Main sir jhuka kar rone lagi. “Nahi… usne andar nahi… bas… thoda…”
“Bas thoda?” Husband ne zor se meri chin upar uthayi. “Usne tera muh chusa? Boobs chuse? Chut chati? Aur phir apna kala mota lund tujhmein daala? Bol!”
Main haan mein sir hilayi, aansu nikal rahe the.
Usne phir se us black underwear ko uthaya aur mere face ke paas le aaya. “Yeh soongh. Isme teri chut ki smell hai. Usne pehna hua tha jab woh tujhe chod raha tha. Phir jaldi mein yahan chhod gaya.”
Woh gusse mein room mein chahal-qadmi karne laga. “Main mehnat karta hoon, ghar chalata hoon, bacchon ka khayal rakhta hoon… aur tu? Tu us kale ke lund pe lit jaati hai. Uske saamne nangi nachti hai. Uske liye special bra-panty pehenti hai. Uske aane pe gate khula chhod deti hai!”
Usne mera phone uthaya jo side table pe tha. Password try kiya – meri birthday. Open ho gaya. Usne recent calls dekhe. “Kalu Ji” ka number. Call history – aaj subah ka call. Phir messages. Usne woh message padha jo Kalu ji ne bheja tha: “Safe nikal gaya. Kal dophar hotel. Same time. Teri chut abhi bhi meri yaad kar rahi hogi.”
Husband ka face aur laal ho gaya. Usne phone zor se sofa pe phenk diya.
“Kal dophar ko hotel? Same time? Teri chut uski yaad kar rahi hai?”
Woh mere kareeb aaya, jhuk kar mera face dono haathon se pakda. Awaaz ab low lekin bahut teekhi thi.
“Tu uske liye itni wet ho jaati hai ki mere aate hi padosi ko awaazein sunai de rahi thin. Tu uske mote lund ko apne andar leti hai, uski jeebh apni chut pe feel karti hai, uske haath apni boobs pe… aur phir mere aane pe normal face bana leti hai?”
Usne mera haath pakad kar apne underwear pe rakha. “Yeh tera husband ka lund hai. Average. Gora. Lekin tujhe toh kale, mote, lambe wale chahiye. Jisse teri chut fail jaye. Jisse tu siskiyan nikaale.”
Main uske haath ko hatane ki koshish karti hui boli, “Please… bas kar… maaf kar de… main phir nahi…”
Usne hasi hasi. “Phir nahi? Kal raat farmhouse ka plan hai. Tu jaayegi. Uske liye taiyar hogi. Black lace pehenegi. Perfume lagayegi. Phir uske neeche lit jaayegi. Aur main yahan baith ke sochta rahunga ki meri biwi kisi kale ke lund pe uchal rahi hai.”
Woh thodi der chup raha, saansein tez. Phir bola, “Aaj raat tu mere saath so. Lekin yaad rakh… ab se har baar jab main tujhe chhoonga, mujhe yaad aayega ki uske haath pehle aa chuke hain. Har baar jab main andar jaunga, mujhe feel hoga ki woh jagah usne pehle faila di hai.”
Usne black underwear ko uthaya aur mere pillow ke neeche rakh diya. “Yeh yahan rahega. Yaad dilane ke liye. Ki tu kya hai.”
Main rone lagi, pairon mein girne ki koshish ki. “Please… mat kar aisa… main pyar karti hoon tujhe…”
Usne peeche hat kar kaha, “Pyar? Pyar mein koi dusre ke lund ke liye tarasta hai? Padosi ko awaazein sunai deti hain? Sofa ke neeche underwear chhod deti hai?”
Woh bedroom ki taraf chala gaya. Door zor se band kiya. Main living room mein nangi baithi rahi, aansu nikalte hue, us black underwear ko dekhte hue jo ab pillow ke neeche tha.
Bahar raat ho chuki thi. Ghar mein ab sirf khamoshi thi… lekin us khamoshi mein bhi husband ke tane, padosi ki awaaz, aur Kalu ji ka message ghum rahe the.
Husband bedroom se nikal kar aaya. Uske face pe ab gussa thoda control mein tha, lekin aankhon mein ek naya, tez faisla dikh raha tha. Usne living room mein aake mere saamne khada ho gaya. Main abhi bhi sofa pe nangi baithi thi, aankhon mein aansu, body kaamp rahi thi.
Usne seedha kaha, “Ab sun. Aaj raat tu us kale ke saath hotel jaayegi.”
Main sir utha kar dekhi. “Kya…?”
“Haan. Main decide kar chuka hoon. Tu usse call kar. Bola ki main jaanta hoon sab. Aur ab usse ek lakh rupaye chahiye. Cash. Aaj raat. Uske baad tu uske saath hotel mein raat guzaar. Jo mangta hai woh le. Teri chut, tera muh, teri gaand – sab. Lekin pehle paise.”
Main kaampte hue boli, “Lakh…? Woh dega kaise…?”
Husband ne hasi hasi – kadi hasi. “De dega. Teri chut ke liye woh kuch bhi dega. Maine dekha uska underwear. Size. Aur padosi ne jo bataya. Woh tujhe chahiye. Aur mujhe paise chahiye. Dono ki zarurat usi se poori hogi. Meri – paise. Teri – uska mota kala lund.”
Usne mera phone uthaya aur mere haath mein thrusta. “Call kar. Abhi.”
Mere haath kaamp rahe the. Maine “Kalu Ji” ka number dial kiya. Do ring pe usne uthaya.
“Anita…” uski gehre awaaz aayi. “Sab theek?”
Main dheemi, kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Kalu ji… husband aa gaya. Usne sab jaan liya. Underwear mil gaya. Padosi ne bhi bata diya.”
Line pe thodi khamoshi. Phir usne kaha, “Aur?”
“Woh… bol raha hai ki ek lakh rupaye do. Cash. Aaj raat. Uske baad… main tumhare saath hotel mein aa sakti hoon. Poori raat.”
Kalu ji ne dheere se saans li. “Lakh? Itna?”
Main ne husband ki taraf dekha. Woh sir hila raha tha – haan mein.
Maine kaha, “Haan. Usne kaha ki meri… zarurat bhi tumse poori hogi aur uski bhi. Paise uske, aur main tumhari.”
Kalu ji thodi der chup raha. Phir uski awaaz mein ek heavy, accepting tone aaya. “Theek hai. Lakh de dunga. Cash. Bata hotel kaun sa. Main arrange karta hoon.”
Husband ne mere kaan ke paas muh laakar kaha, “Bol – Grand Palace Hotel. Room 405. Raat 12 baje. Paise pehle. Phir jo chahe kar.”
Maine wahi bataya. Kalu ji ne confirm kiya, “12 baje. Room 405. Main pahunch jaunga. Paise leke. Tu taiyar hokar aana.”
Call cut hua.
Husband ne mera face pakda. “Ab taiyar ho. Uske liye. Jo pehenti hai uske saamne – black lace, short dress, perfume, makeup. Jaise aaj dopahar mein thi. Aur yaad rakh… aaj raat tu uski hai. Jo bolegi woh karegi. Muh, chut, gaand – sab. Lekin pehle paise check karna. Mere account mein transfer ya cash. Phir free.”
Usne mera nightdress side se uthaya aur phenk diya. “Ab naha. Phir pehen.”
Main kaampte hue bathroom gayi. Shower on kiya. Garam paani. Body ko dhoya – pehle seene ko, pet ko, thighs ko, chut ko. Paani ke neeche khadi hokar soch rahi thi… ab husband khud mujhe Kalu ji ke paas bhej raha tha. Lakh rupaye ke liye. Aur meri apni bechaini bhi usi mein thi.
Shower ke baad body lotion lagayi – wahi soft, meethi khushbu wali. Skin silky. Baal khole, dryer se waves diye. Phir almirah kholi.
Is baar aur bold. Deep black lace bra – jo boobs ko upar utha kar almost nanga cleavage deta tha, nipples ke around thin lace. Matching black thong – peeche se bilkul open, sirf thin string. Pehle thong pehni. Lace meri geeli chut pe chipak gaya. Phir bra. Hook peeche se, straps adjust. Mirror mein dekha – black colour meri gori skin pe bahut gandi aur inviting lag raha tha.
Upar se ek short, tight maroon dress – jo sirf mid-thigh tak aata tha, deep V neck, back almost open. Pehte hi bra ka upper edge aur cleavage clear dikh raha tha. Neeche thong ka lace thighs ke upar se tab dikhta jab main chalti. Heels pehne – black, high.
Makeup – dark kajal, smokey eyes, dark red lipstick, blush. Perfume – neck, wrists, cleavage ke beech, aur thighs ke andar tak. Baal ek side shoulder pe gira diye.
Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar poori tarah dekha. Bahar se main bilkul “ready for him” lag rahi thi. Andar body pehle se garam thi. Thighs ke beech thodi geelaahat.
Living room mein aayi. Husband baitha tha. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. Uske aankhon mein gussa, jealousy aur ek strange satisfaction mix tha.
“Bilkul usi tarah,” usne kaha. “Jaise uske liye ban ti ho. Ab ja. Taxi wait kar rahi hai neeche. Hotel pahunch, room 405. Pehle paise le. Phir jo chahe woh karwa. Subah tak wahi rehna. Main yahan rahunga.”
Usne mera haath pakda, thoda zor se. “Aur Anita… aaj raat jab woh tujhe chode, zor se awaaz nikaalna. Main sochta rahunga. Aur yaad rakhna – yeh sab uske lakh rupaye ke liye ho raha hai. Teri chut ab uski paid property hai aaj raat.”
Main sir jhukakar nikal gayi. Neeche taxi mein baithi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Raaste bhar sochti rahi – husband ne khud bheja, paise maange, aur ab main Kalu ji ke paas ja rahi thi… uske mote kale lund ke liye, aur us lakh ke liye.
Hotel pahunchi. Grand Palace. Lift se 4th floor. Room 405 ke saamne ruki. Dil tezz dhadak raha tha. Door pe knock kiya.
Door open hua. Kalu ji khada tha – black shirt, dark jeans, uske strong kale body se strong smell. Usne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha – short dress, deep cleavage, heels, dark lipstick.
Uske lips pe heavy muskaan aayi. “Bilkul ready. Andar aa.”
Main andar gayi. Room bada tha – king bed, soft lights, curtains band. Usne door lock kiya.
Maine kaampti awaaz mein kaha, “Pehle… paise.”
Usne side table se ek envelope uthaya. Andar se notes nikaale – 500-500 ke bundles. Ginte hue dikhaya. “Ek lakh. Pure. Gin le.”
Maine haath mein liye, thode se check kiye. Haan, pure the. Usne mera phone liya, husband ka number dial kiya, speaker pe.
Husband ki awaaz aayi. “Paise aa gaye?”
Kalu ji ne kaha, “Haan. Ek lakh cash. Teri biwi ke haath mein hai. Ab yeh meri hai aaj raat. Jo chahta hoon karunga.”
Husband ne thodi der baad kaha, “Kar. Poori raat. Subah tak. Aur Anita… awaazein nikaalna.”
Call cut hua.
Kalu ji ne envelope side mein rakha. Phir mere kareeb aaya. Uske bade haath ne mera face pakda. “Ab paise mil gaye usse. Ab teri zarurat meri.”
Usne mujhe zor se apne se chipka liya. Uske lips mere lips pe aa gaye – gehra, hungover kiss. Uski jeebh meri mouth mein ghus gayi. Uske haath ne mere dress ke zipper peeche se neeche kiya. Dress meri shoulders se slide hokar floor pe gir gaya. Ab main sirf black lace bra aur thong mein thi.
Usne bra ke hook khole, bra utaar diya. Meri boobs free. Usne dono haathon se pakda, nipples ko dabaya, phir jhuk kar muh mein le liya – zor se suck, daant se halka sa bite. Main siski nikaali.
Phir usne mujhe bed pe dhakel diya. Thong ke sides pakad kar ek jhatke mein faad diya. Meri nangi chut uske saamne. Woh ghutnon pe baith gaya, thighs failayi, aur jeebh se gehra lick kiya – neeche se upar, clit pe focus, phir ungliyan andar.
Main bed pe back leti, uske sir ko pakde hue, hips uthati hui. “Ahh… Kalu ji…”
Usne apne kapde jaldi se utaare. Uska kala, bahut mota lund bahar aaya – fully hard, veins phooli hui, tip se precum. Usne mere muh ke paas laaya. “Pehle muh. Aaj raat poora.”
Maine muh khola. Uska mota tip andar gaya. Main jitna ho saka le liya, jeebh se neeche se, haath se base stroke. Woh mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga – control mein, lekin deep.
Phir usne mujhe failaya. Apna lund meri chut pe rub kiya, tip se circle, phir ek hi strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya. Main zor se chillayi – stretch, bhari hui feeling, uska mota lund meri walls ko failata hua.
Woh thrust karne laga – deep, forceful, long strokes. Meri legs uske shoulders pe, uske haath meri boobs pe, uske lips mere neck pe. Har dhakke pe bed hil raha tha. Main uske naam se siskiyan nikaal rahi thi – bilkul jaise husband ne kaha tha.
Usne positions change kiye – pehle missionary, phir mujhe ghodi bana diya, peeche se aur gehra. Uska lund meri chut ko churn kar raha tha. Phir usne mera muh bhi use kiya beech-beech mein. Kabhi meri gaand pe thappad, kabhi nipples pinch.
Raat lambi thi. Woh thakta nahi tha. Kabhi slow, deep, teasing… kabhi tez, janwaroon jaisa. Main kai baar cum ho chuki thi, body kaamp rahi thi, juices bed pe fail rahe the. Usne bhi ek baar meri chut mein deep cum kiya –
Subah ke kareeb, jab dono thak chuke the, woh mere peeche lit gaya, uska lund abhi bhi andar half-hard. Usne mere kaan mein kaha, “Lakh de diya usse. Aur teri yeh chut… ab meri. Jab chahe bulunga. Husband ko bhi bata dena – agla lakh jab maange.”
Main uske strong arms mein bandhi hui thi, body bilkul used, geeli, marks se bhari.
Hotel room ki soft light mein main Kalu ji ke kale body se chipki hui thi… dono ki zaruratein usi raat poori ho rahi thin.
ANITA PATEL
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