08-08-2026, 12:38 PM
NEW UPDET
Miss Rina chair par baithi thin. Saree sambhalte hue, spectacles ke peeche se humein ghoorte hue. Unki aankhein ek pal ke liye bhi nahi hat rahi thin.
Sharma sir ne meri kamar pakdi aur dhakke shuru kar diye. Pehle dheere, phir medium. Har thrust pe meri gaand unke pet se takrati. Thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… ahh…” meri siskariyan nikalne lagi.
Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Thoda tezz… meri awaaz clear sunai de rahi hai na? Awaaze mat daba.”
Sharma sir ne pace badha diya. Ab dhakke mazboot the. Har baar lund poora andar jata, base meri soft lips se takrata, aur thap ki awaaz room mein gunjti.
Thap-thap-thap-thap…
Main mattress ko pakde hue aage-peeche hil rahi thi. Chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti thin. Miss Rina ki nazar kabhi meri hilti hui chunchiyon par jaati, kabhi wahan jahan Sharma sir ka lund meri chut mein ghus-bahar ho raha tha.
“Haan… aise,” Miss Rina boli. Unki awaaz mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi. “Anita, tu siskariyan zor se nikaal. Mujhe sunai dena chahiye.”
“Ahhh… ahhh… sir… ahhh…” main unki baat maan kar unchi awaaz mein nikaalne lagi.
Sharma sir ne ek haath aage badha kar meri chunchi pakad li. Zor se dabaya. Nipple ko pinch kiya. Doosre haath se meri kamar pakde hue tezz dhakke maarte rahe. Meri siskariyan ab poori tarah khul gayi thin—
“AHHH… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… deep… ahhh…”
Miss Rina ne chair par thoda sa shift kiya. Unhone apni saree ka pallu theek kiya, lekin aankhein nahi hatayi. “Sharma… uski gaand thoda aur upar kar. Haan… ab clearly dikh raha hai. Lund poora andar ja raha hai.”
Sharma sir ne meri gaand ko dono haathon se pakad kar thoda upar uthaya. Angle change hote hi lund aur deep jaane laga. Main zor se chillayi—
“AHHHH… ahhh… bas… ahhh…!!!”
Thap-thap ki awaaz ab aur tezz thi. Meri geeli chut se sticky sound nikal rahi thi. Paseena meri peeth par behne laga tha. Sharma sir ki bhi saansen bhaari ho chuki thin.
Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Bahut accha… ab thoda slow karo. Poora lund bahar nikaalo… phir dheere se andar daalo. Main dekhna chahti hoon kaise phailti hai iski chut.”
Sharma sir ne unki baat maani. Lund bilkul bahar nikaala. Meri chut ke khule hue lips se cum ki sticky line nikal rahi thi. Phir usne dheere-dheere head se lekar poora lund andar tak dhakela.
“Ahhh… ahhh… sir… ahhh…”
“Haan… aise,” Miss Rina ki awaaz mein sankalan tha. “Bar-bar karo. Bahar… andar… bahar… andar. Mujhe har inch dikhna chahiye.”
Sharma sir ne wahi kiya. Kai baar lund poora bahar nikaala, phir dheere-dheere andar tak ghusaya. Har baar meri siskari nikalti. Miss Rina ki nazar wahi tik i hui thi jahan meri chut unke lund ko nigal rahi thi.
Thodi der baad Miss Rina boli, “Ab tezz. Bilkul tezz. Jaise pehle kar rahe the. Awaaze full.”
Sharma sir ne meri kamar pakad kar tezz dhakke shuru kar diye. Ab room poori tarah se thap-thap, geeli awaaz aur meri siskariyon se bhar gaya—
“AHHH… ahhh… ahhh… mat ruk… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”
Miss Rina ne apni ek taang par doosri taang rakh li. Unki saans bhi thodi tezz ho gayi thi. “Haan… aise hi… iski siskariyan bahut acchi hain. Sharma, tu bhi awaaz nikaal. Mujhe pata chalna chahiye tujhe kaisa feel ho raha hai.”
Sharma sir ne dabi awaaz mein kaha, “Bahut… tight… ab bhi…”
“Aur tezz,” Miss Rina boli.
Dhakke ab itne tezz the ki meri body har baar aage ko dhakel jaati. Chunchiyan unke haath se nikal-nikal kar phir pakdi jaati. Main mattress mein muh god liye continuous siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… ahhh… nikalne wali… ahhh…”
Miss Rina ne aage jhuk kar kaha, “Anita… dekh meri taraf. Haan… aankhein khol. Mujhe dekhte hue siskari nikaal.”
Mainne mushkil se aankhein kholi. Miss Rina ki nazar meri aankhon se mili. Unke chehre par ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur uttejna thi. Main unhe dekhte hue hi siskari nikaalti rahi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… Miss… ahhh…”
Sharma sir ke dhakke ab last stage mein the. Unki grip meri kamar par aur zor se ho gayi. Unhone kuch gehre, mazboot thrusts maare aur phir apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya.
“AHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh…!!!”
Main bhi unke saath kaamp uthi. Chut ne unke lund ko squeeze kiya. Cum andar bhar gaya. Thoda sa bahar nikalne laga.
Sharma sir kuch der aise hi jude rahe. Phir dheere se lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki moti dhaar meri chut se nikal kar meri thighs par behne lagi.
Miss Rina ne kursi se uthte hue kaha, “Ruko. Hato mat. Main kareeb se dekhna chahti hoon.”
Woh aage aayi. Apne spectacles theek karti hui meri gaand ke bilkul kareeb jhuki. Meri khuli hui, cum-bhari chut ko dekhne lagi. Unhone koi haath nahi lagaya — sirf dekha. Kai second tak.
“Bahut geela… poora bhar diya,” unhone dheeme se kaha. Phir Sharma sir ki taraf dekha. “Ab isse litaye. Main samne se bhi dekhna chahti hoon.”
Sharma sir ne mujhe ulat kar seedha litaya. Meri taangein khuli hui thin. Cum meri chut se nikal kar mattress par fail raha tha. Miss Rina ne meri taangon ke beech jhuk kar clearly dekha.
“Haan… ab theek hai,” unhone kaha. “Anita, taangein aise hi failaye rakh. Sharma, tu side mein baith. Main thodi der aur dekhungi.”
Main nangi, taangein kholi hui, cum tipakti hui leti rahi. Sharma sir side mein haafte hue baithe the. Aur Miss Rina… 54 saal ki strict English teacher… hamare beech khadi thi, nazar meri khuli hui chut par tikaye hue.
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Miss Rina ne thodi der aur meri nangi body ko dekha. Phir unhone seedha kaha,
“Ab kaafi hai. Kapde peheno dono.”
Sharma sir ne jaldi se apni pant uthayi. Main bhi kaampte haathon se apni nighty aur panty dhoondhne lagi. Room mein ab bhi woh bhaari si khamoshi thi. Cum meri thighs par sukhne laga tha. Mainne jaldi se kapde pehne, lekin body ab bhi unki nazar ke neeche nangi si feel ho rahi thi.
Miss Rina door ke paas khadi rahi. Jab hum dono ready ho gaye to unhone kundi kholi, baahar jhaanka, phir humari taraf mud kar boli,
“Ab yahan se nikalte hain. Alag-alag. Koi ek saath na dikhe.”
Sharma sir pehle nikal gaye. Main kuch second baad. Corridor khaali tha. Main seedha apne room ki taraf chali gayi. Roommate ab bhi so rahi thi. Main bathroom mein jaakar jism saaf karne ki koshish karti rahi, lekin dimaag mein Miss Rina ki aankhein ghoom rahi thin — woh dekhne wala look, woh thandi awaaz.
Subah uthi to tour normal chal raha tha. Koi kuch nahi jaanta tha. Sharma sir door se normal face banaye hue the. Miss Rina bhi apni strict teacher wali image mein thi. Bas ek baar breakfast ke time meri nazar unse mili to unhone halka sa nod kiya — jaise keh rahi hon “baat abhi baaki hai”.
Tour ke last din shaam ko, jab sab packing kar rahe the, Miss Rina ne mujhe corridor mein rok liya.
“Anita, ek minute.”
Main ruki. Unhone aas-paas nazar daali phir dheeme se kaha, “Tera room number kya hai? Roommate ko kisi kaam se bahar bhej dena. Main 9 baje aati hoon. Zaroori baat karni hai.”
Mainne sir hilaya. Kuch pooch nahi saki.
Raat ke 9 baje roommate ko mainne neeche lobby mein dost ke paas bhej diya. Darwaza khula hi chhod a. Thodi der baad halki dastak hui. Miss Rina andar aayi. Is baar unke chehre par woh strict look nahi tha. Darwaza band karke unhone seedha bed par baithte hue kaha,
“Baith.”
Main unke saamne kursi par baith gayi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Miss Rina ne thodi der mujhe dekha, phir boli,
“Us raat jo hua… woh meri wajah se ruka nahi. Mainne dekha, mujhe pasand aaya. Lekin ab main ek aur baat kehne aayi hoon.”
Main chup rahi.
Unhone aage kaha, “Meri anniversary aa rahi hai. Agle hafte. 28 saal ho jaayenge shadi ko. Husband mera… woh bilkul simple aadmi hai. Kabhi kisi aur aurat ko haath nahi lagaya. Main bhi… jaise maine kaha, mujhe khud karna pasand nahi. Lekin dekhna… dekhna bahut pasand hai.”
Unhone apni spectacles theek kiye aur seedha meri aankhon mein dekhte hue boli,
“Is baar main ek alag surprise soch rahi hoon. Main chahti hoon ki meri anniversary wali raat… mera husband… tujhe chode.”
Mera dil ekdam se ruk sa gaya. Mainne aankhein badi kar ke unhe dekha.
Miss Rina ne haath uthaya, “Sun pehle poora. Main us raat room mein hi rahungi. Lekin main participate nahi karungi. Main sirf dekhungi. Jaise us raat dekha tha. Tu aur mera husband… bed par. Main side mein baith kar poori cheez dekhungi. Yeh mera anniversary surprise hoga — khud ke liye.”
Mainne muh khola, lekin awaaz nahi nikal i.
Unhone aage kaha, “Main usse abhi nahi bataungi. Din mein main tujhe apne ghar le jaaungi kisi bahane. Shaam ko husband aayega. Main usse bolungi ki aaj raat main dekhna chahti hoon. Woh pehle mana karega… shayad gussa bhi karega. Lekin main samjha doongi. Aur tu… tu ready rehna. Jo us raat Sharma ke saath hua tha, usse thoda alag hoga. Kyunki yeh mera husband hai. Thoda soft, thoda careful. Lekin main chahti hoon ki woh tujhe poori tarah se le. Aur main dekhun.”
Mainne dheere se kaha, “Miss… main… yeh nahi…”
Miss Rina ne meri baat kaat te hue kaha, “Anita. Us raat main neeche sab ko bula sakti thi. Principal ko phone kar sakti thi. Sharma ki naukri, teri izzat, college ka record… sab kuch. Mainne nahi kiya. Kyunki mujhe dekhna pasand hai. Ab main yeh maang rahi hoon. Ek raat. Sirf ek raat. Uske baad main tujhe kabhi force nahi karungi. Na Sharma ko. Na kisi ko.”
Unhone thoda aage jhuk kar kaha, “Tu soch. Agle hafte Thursday. Main tujhe message karungi. Agar haan boli… toh main arrange karungi. Agar na boli… toh bhi main kuch nahi karungi. Lekin yaad rakh… main woh aurat hoon jo us raat tum dono ko nange dekh kar bhi chup rahi. Ab meri ek iccha poori kar do.”
Main chup chap unhe dekhti rahi. Unki aankhon mein koi gussa nahi tha. Sirf ek clear, thandi si determination thi.
Miss Rina ne uthte hue kaha, “Ab main jaati hoon. Roommate aane wali hogi. Soch ke batana. Time hai tere paas.”
Woh darwaze tak gayi. Hathle se kundi kholi, phir ek baar mud kar boli,
“Anita… teri body… us raat bahut acchi lagi thi. Mera husband bhi dekh kar… shayad pehli baar samjhega ki main kyun sirf dekhna chahti hoon.”
Itna keh kar woh nikal gayi.
Room mein phir se khamoshi aa gayi. Main vahi baithi rahi. Unki baatein kaan mein gunj rahi thin—
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Time bhi jaise kisi khamosh saazish mein saath de raha tha.
Tour se wapas aane ke baad se ghar mein ek ajeeb si normalcy thi. Papa office jaate, mummy ghar sambhalti, main college. Sharma sir college mein bilkul door se normal rehte. Miss Rina bhi apni strict teacher wali image mein thi. Bas kabhi-kabhi corridor mein nazar milti to unki aankhon mein woh baat jhalak jaati jo us raat kahi thi.
Phir ek din subah Papa ne naashta karte hue kaha, “Is hafte mujhe gaon jaana padega. Bade papa ki tabiyat theek nahi. Mummy bhi saath chalengi. Tum college manage kar lena. Do-teen din lagenge.”
Mainne turant mummy ki taraf dekha. Unhone bhi meri nazar pakdi. Dono samajh gaye — ghar khaali hone wala tha.
Mummy ne dheere se kaha, “Haan… Anita akeli sambhal legi. Fridge mein khana rakha hai. Raat ko gate lock kar lena.”
Uske agle din hi Miss Rina ka message aaya.
“Thursday shaam 5 baje. Mera ghar. Address bhej rahi hoon. Ready hokar aana. Kuch mat poochna.”
Address same tha jo pehle unhone diya tha — college se thodi door, ek quiet colony mein.
Thursday subah Papa-mummy gaon ke liye nikal gaye. Station tak chhodne ke baad main akeli ghar wapas aayi. Din bhar kitaben khol-khol kar rakh di, lekin dhyan kahin nahi tha. Shaam ke 4 baje main uthi. Nahayi. Baal khule chhod diye. Simple clothes pehne — lekin jaanti thi yeh kapde zyada der nahi rahenge.
5 baje auto se Miss Rina ke ghar pahunchi. Chhota sa independent house, bahar phoolon ke pot. Darwaza khulte hi Miss Rina khadi thin. Aaj unhone soft pastel saree pehni thi, baal loose the, spectacles same. Unhone mujhe andar liya aur darwaza band kiya.
“Time se aa gayi. Accha,” unhone kaha. “Husband 7 baje aayega. Usse pehle tujhe tayyar karna hai.”
Mainne bag neeche rakha. “Miss… main…”
Unhone haath uthaya. “Aaj bahut baat nahi. Jo socha hai woh karna hai. Chal, andar aa.”
Woh mujhe andar ke ek room mein le gayi. Room saaf tha, bed par maroon bedspread, soft lighting. Ek kone mein ek sealed bag rakha tha. Miss Rina ne usse khola.
Uske andar thi — ek laal jodi.
Deep red lehenga, heavy golden work, matching choli, aur ek transparent laal dupatta. Bridal style, lekin thoda bold cut. Choli ka neck deep tha, back almost open.
Miss Rina ne usse bed par failaya aur meri taraf dekha. “Yeh pehen. Main madad karti hoon.”
Main chup chap khadi rahi. Unhone pehle meri simple kameez ke buttons khole. Kameez utari. Phir salwar. Ab main sirf bra-panty mein thi. Miss Rina ki nazar meri body par gayi — 36 ki chunchiyan, bhari hips. Unhone kuch nahi kaha, bas bra khol di. Panty bhi.
Phir unhone laal choli uthayi. Mere haath andar kiye, peeche se hook lagayi. Choli tight thi. Meri chunchiyan upar ko lift ho kar deep neck se almost half bahar ko thin. Nipples ka shape kapde ke neeche se saaf dikh raha tha.
Uske baad lehenga. Unhone meri taangon se chadhaya, kamar par fit kiya. Lehenga heavy tha, lekin neeche se slit thodi si thi. Phir dupatta. Unhone usse mere kandhon par dala, lekin aise ki meri chunchiyon ka upper curve clear dikhe.
Aakhir mein unhone mere baal khole, ungliyon se set kiye, aur halka sa laal lipstick lagaya. Ek chhoti si maang ke beech bindi. Phir mujhe bade mirror ke saamne khada kar diya.
“Dekh.”
Mainne dekha. Mirror mein ek ladki khadi thi — laal jodi mein, bhaari chunchiyan choli se almost nikalte hue, hips lehenga mein filled, chehre par woh soft tej. Bridal lag rahi thi… lekin ek ajeeb si bold bridal.
Miss Rina ne peeche se kaha, “Bahut acchi lag rahi hai. Mera husband jab tujhe aise dekhega… toh uski himmat pehle se zyada tootegi.”
Unhone mujhe bed ke edge par bithaya. Lehenga set kiya, dupatta theek kiya. Phir khud ek chair bed ke bagal mein rakh kar baith gayi.
“Ab yahin baith. Main neeche jaakar uska wait karti hoon. Jab woh aayega, main usse yahan laaungi. Tu kuch mat bolna pehle. Main baat karungi. Samajh gayi?”
Mainne sir hilaya. Awaaz nahi nikal i.
Miss Rina ne meri ek baar poori body dekhi — laal jodi mein nangi si dikhti chunchiyan, kamar, hips. Phir unhone dheere se kaha, “Aaj raat yeh meri anniversary ka gift hai… mujhe. Tu ready reh.”
Itna keh kar woh room se baahar nikal gayi. Darwaza peeche se band kiya, lekin kundi nahi lagayi.
Main bed par laal jodi mein baithi rahi. Bahar se unke payal ki halki awaaz aayi, phir neeche jane ki. Room mein sirf ek dim yellow light jal rahi thi. Mirror mein meri reflection dekh sakti thi — laal kapdon mein, tayyar, aur bilkul akeli.
Samay jaise ruk sa gaya tha.
Papa-mummy gaon mein the.
Ghar khaali tha.
Aur main… Miss Rina ke ghar ke us room mein, laal jodi pehne, unke husband ke aane ka wait kar rahi thi.
Anniversary ka surprise…
ab shuru hone wala tha.
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Main us room mein bed ke edge par baithi rahi. Laal choli meri chunchiyon ko upar ko dabaaye hue thi, deep neck se almost aadhi naramai bahar ko jhalak rahi thi. Lehenga heavy tha, kamar par tight. Dupatta ek taraf se sarakta ja raha tha. Mirror mein meri reflection saaf dikh rahi thi — bridal laal rang mein, baal khule, hoth laal, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa khali-pan.
Neeche se awaaze aani shuru hui.
Pehle gate ki click. Phir Miss Rina ki awaaz — normal, halki si sweet. Phir ek mard ki awaaz. Gehre, thodi thaki hui. Husband aa gaya tha.
Mainne saans rok li. Unke qadmon ki awaaz stairs se upar aati hui sunai di. Miss Rina kuch samjha rahi thi. Unki awaaz dheemi thi, lekin kuch shabd clear the—
“Aaj special hai… mainne surprise rakha hai… andar aa…”
Darwaza khula.
Pehle Miss Rina aayi. Unke peeche unke husband.
Woh aadmi kareeb 55-56 saal ka tha. Average height, thoda sa pet nikla hua, baal poore safed, clean shave. Simple white shirt aur grey pant mein. Chehre par thakan thi, lekin jaise hi unki nazar mujh par padi, woh thakan ek second mein gayab ho gayi.
Unki aankhein phail gayiin. Muh thoda sa khul gaya. Woh darwaze par hi ruk gaye.
Miss Rina ne unka haath pakad kar andar khinchte hue kaha, “Andar aao. Darwaza band karo.”
Husband ne automatical ly peeche haath badha kar darwaza band kiya, lekin unki nazar mujhse nahi hati. Main bed par laal jodi mein baithi thi — choli se chunchiyan almost nikalte hue, lehenga mein hips ka shape clear, baal khule, laal lipstick.
“Yeh… kaun hai?” unki awaaz ruk-ruk kar nikli. “Rina… yeh ladki…?”
Miss Rina ne unhe bed ke saamne wali chair tak le jaakar bithaya. Khud unke bagal mein khadi ho gayi. Unhone mera haath nahi pakda, bas mere aur unke beech khadi rahi.
“Yeh Anita hai,” Miss Rina ne saaf awaaz mein kaha. “Mere college ki student. Class 12. Aaj raat yeh yahan hai… mere liye. Hamari anniversary ke liye.”
Husband ne meri taraf se nazar hata kar Miss Rina ko dekha. “Kya matlab? Yeh kya pehne hue hai? Rina, tu… tu pagal toh nahi ho gayi?”
Miss Rina ne dheere se unki taraf dekha. Awaaz bilkul calm thi.
“Main pagal nahi hoon. Main 28 saal se teri biwi hoon. Itne saalon mein maine kabhi tujhe kisi aur aurat ke saath nahi dekha. Na main khud kisi ke saath gayi. Lekin main jaanti hoon main kya chahti hoon. Mujhe… dekhna pasand hai. Do logon ko. Nange. Chudai karte hue. Unki awaaze, unke jism… yeh dekh kar main satisfy hoti hoon. Khud karna mujhe pasand nahi. Kabhi nahi raha.”
Husband ka chehra laal-peela ho raha tha. “Rina… yeh kya bakwas kar rahi hai tu? Yeh ladki college ki hai… main… main aisa nahi kar sakta!”
Miss Rina ne unke kandhe par haath rakha. “Tu kar sakta hai. Aaj raat. Main yahin rahungi. Side mein. Main touch nahi karungi. Sirf dekhungi. Yeh mera anniversary gift hai… mujhe. Tu is ladki ko le. Jaise mard lete hain. Aur main dekhun.”
Husband ne meri taraf phir se dekha. Unki nazar meri choli ke deep neck par gayi, jahan meri chunchiyon ka soft upper curve saaf dikh raha tha. Phir meri aankhon mein. Mainne nazar nahi hatayi, lekin muh se kuch nahi nikla.
“Yeh… yeh possible nahi,” unhone kaha. Awaaz ab kamzor pad rahi thi. “Main… main kabhi kisi aur ko…”
Miss Rina ne unki baat kaati. “Isliye toh main chahti hoon. Tu hamesha se simple raha. Aaj raat tu simple mat reh. Isse nanga kar. Ise bed par lita. Aur iski chudai kar. Main dekhna chahti hoon. Agar tu mana karta hai… toh main samajh jaaungi ki tu meri iccha nahi poori karna chahta.”
Room mein lambi khamoshi chha gayi. Husband ke haath kursi ke armrest par tight the. Unki saans tez ho gayi thi. Unki nazar baar-baar meri body par ja rahi thi — laal choli mein bandhi chunchiyan, kamar, lehenga ke neeche se jhalakti taangein.
Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Anita, khadi ho ja.”
Main dheere-dheere uthi. Lehenga ka weight neeche se feel ho raha tha. Dupatta ek taraf sarak gaya. Meri chunchiyan choli se aur zyada press ho kar upar ko aa gayiin.
Miss Rina ne husband se kaha, “Dekh isse. Poori. Aaj raat yeh teri hai. Main dekhne ke liye yahin hoon.”
Husband ne muh khola, kuch nahi bola. Unki aankhein meri choli ke buttons par thin. Miss Rina ne unka haath pakad kar mera haath unke haath mein rakh diya.
“Chhoo ke dekh. Kapde ke upar se.”
Husband ka haath kaamp raha tha. Unhone dheere se meri choli ke upar haath rakha. Meri chunchi ka soft weight unki hatheli mein aaya. Unhone halkaa sa dabaya. Phir haath hata liya jaise jala ho.
“Rina… main… nahi…”
Miss Rina ne unke kaan ke kareeb jhuk kar kaha, bilkul dheemi awaaz mein, “Aaj raat tu nahi bolega. Aaj raat tu karega. Main dekhna chahti hoon. Ise nanga kar. Abhi.”
Husband ne meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein darr, sharam, aur ek dabi hui iccha ek saath thi. Unhone phir se haath badhaya. Is baar meri choli ke peeche gaye. Hook dhundhne lage.
Main khadi rahi. Saans ruk-ruk kar chal rahi thi. Miss Rina side mein khadi thi, nazar unke haathon par.
Choli ka pehla hook khula. Phir doosra. Choli dheeli padne lagi. Husband ne dheere-dheere usse mere kandhon se utara. Laal choli neeche gir gayi.
Meri nangi chunchiyan dim light mein free ho gayiin — 36 ki, bhaari, nipples pehle se tight. Husband ki saans ruk si gayi. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya. Soft weight unki hatheliyon mein. Unhone dabaya. Masala. Nipples ko anguthe se ghumaya.
Miss Rina chair par baithi thin. Saree sambhalte hue, spectacles ke peeche se humein ghoorte hue. Unki aankhein ek pal ke liye bhi nahi hat rahi thin.
Sharma sir ne meri kamar pakdi aur dhakke shuru kar diye. Pehle dheere, phir medium. Har thrust pe meri gaand unke pet se takrati. Thap… thap… thap…
“Ahh… ahh… ahh…” meri siskariyan nikalne lagi.
Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Thoda tezz… meri awaaz clear sunai de rahi hai na? Awaaze mat daba.”
Sharma sir ne pace badha diya. Ab dhakke mazboot the. Har baar lund poora andar jata, base meri soft lips se takrata, aur thap ki awaaz room mein gunjti.
Thap-thap-thap-thap…
Main mattress ko pakde hue aage-peeche hil rahi thi. Chunchiyan neeche latak-latak kar hilti thin. Miss Rina ki nazar kabhi meri hilti hui chunchiyon par jaati, kabhi wahan jahan Sharma sir ka lund meri chut mein ghus-bahar ho raha tha.
“Haan… aise,” Miss Rina boli. Unki awaaz mein ek ajeeb si garmi thi. “Anita, tu siskariyan zor se nikaal. Mujhe sunai dena chahiye.”
“Ahhh… ahhh… sir… ahhh…” main unki baat maan kar unchi awaaz mein nikaalne lagi.
Sharma sir ne ek haath aage badha kar meri chunchi pakad li. Zor se dabaya. Nipple ko pinch kiya. Doosre haath se meri kamar pakde hue tezz dhakke maarte rahe. Meri siskariyan ab poori tarah khul gayi thin—
“AHHH… ahhh… wahan… ahhh… deep… ahhh…”
Miss Rina ne chair par thoda sa shift kiya. Unhone apni saree ka pallu theek kiya, lekin aankhein nahi hatayi. “Sharma… uski gaand thoda aur upar kar. Haan… ab clearly dikh raha hai. Lund poora andar ja raha hai.”
Sharma sir ne meri gaand ko dono haathon se pakad kar thoda upar uthaya. Angle change hote hi lund aur deep jaane laga. Main zor se chillayi—
“AHHHH… ahhh… bas… ahhh…!!!”
Thap-thap ki awaaz ab aur tezz thi. Meri geeli chut se sticky sound nikal rahi thi. Paseena meri peeth par behne laga tha. Sharma sir ki bhi saansen bhaari ho chuki thin.
Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Bahut accha… ab thoda slow karo. Poora lund bahar nikaalo… phir dheere se andar daalo. Main dekhna chahti hoon kaise phailti hai iski chut.”
Sharma sir ne unki baat maani. Lund bilkul bahar nikaala. Meri chut ke khule hue lips se cum ki sticky line nikal rahi thi. Phir usne dheere-dheere head se lekar poora lund andar tak dhakela.
“Ahhh… ahhh… sir… ahhh…”
“Haan… aise,” Miss Rina ki awaaz mein sankalan tha. “Bar-bar karo. Bahar… andar… bahar… andar. Mujhe har inch dikhna chahiye.”
Sharma sir ne wahi kiya. Kai baar lund poora bahar nikaala, phir dheere-dheere andar tak ghusaya. Har baar meri siskari nikalti. Miss Rina ki nazar wahi tik i hui thi jahan meri chut unke lund ko nigal rahi thi.
Thodi der baad Miss Rina boli, “Ab tezz. Bilkul tezz. Jaise pehle kar rahe the. Awaaze full.”
Sharma sir ne meri kamar pakad kar tezz dhakke shuru kar diye. Ab room poori tarah se thap-thap, geeli awaaz aur meri siskariyon se bhar gaya—
“AHHH… ahhh… ahhh… mat ruk… ahhh… ahhh…!!!”
Miss Rina ne apni ek taang par doosri taang rakh li. Unki saans bhi thodi tezz ho gayi thi. “Haan… aise hi… iski siskariyan bahut acchi hain. Sharma, tu bhi awaaz nikaal. Mujhe pata chalna chahiye tujhe kaisa feel ho raha hai.”
Sharma sir ne dabi awaaz mein kaha, “Bahut… tight… ab bhi…”
“Aur tezz,” Miss Rina boli.
Dhakke ab itne tezz the ki meri body har baar aage ko dhakel jaati. Chunchiyan unke haath se nikal-nikal kar phir pakdi jaati. Main mattress mein muh god liye continuous siskariyan nikaal rahi thi—
“Ahh… ahh… ahh… ahhh… nikalne wali… ahhh…”
Miss Rina ne aage jhuk kar kaha, “Anita… dekh meri taraf. Haan… aankhein khol. Mujhe dekhte hue siskari nikaal.”
Mainne mushkil se aankhein kholi. Miss Rina ki nazar meri aankhon se mili. Unke chehre par ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur uttejna thi. Main unhe dekhte hue hi siskari nikaalti rahi—
“Ahhh… ahhh… Miss… ahhh…”
Sharma sir ke dhakke ab last stage mein the. Unki grip meri kamar par aur zor se ho gayi. Unhone kuch gehre, mazboot thrusts maare aur phir apna paani meri chut ke deep mein chod diya.
“AHHH… ahhh… garam… ahhh…!!!”
Main bhi unke saath kaamp uthi. Chut ne unke lund ko squeeze kiya. Cum andar bhar gaya. Thoda sa bahar nikalne laga.
Sharma sir kuch der aise hi jude rahe. Phir dheere se lund bahar nikaala. Cum ki moti dhaar meri chut se nikal kar meri thighs par behne lagi.
Miss Rina ne kursi se uthte hue kaha, “Ruko. Hato mat. Main kareeb se dekhna chahti hoon.”
Woh aage aayi. Apne spectacles theek karti hui meri gaand ke bilkul kareeb jhuki. Meri khuli hui, cum-bhari chut ko dekhne lagi. Unhone koi haath nahi lagaya — sirf dekha. Kai second tak.
“Bahut geela… poora bhar diya,” unhone dheeme se kaha. Phir Sharma sir ki taraf dekha. “Ab isse litaye. Main samne se bhi dekhna chahti hoon.”
Sharma sir ne mujhe ulat kar seedha litaya. Meri taangein khuli hui thin. Cum meri chut se nikal kar mattress par fail raha tha. Miss Rina ne meri taangon ke beech jhuk kar clearly dekha.
“Haan… ab theek hai,” unhone kaha. “Anita, taangein aise hi failaye rakh. Sharma, tu side mein baith. Main thodi der aur dekhungi.”
Main nangi, taangein kholi hui, cum tipakti hui leti rahi. Sharma sir side mein haafte hue baithe the. Aur Miss Rina… 54 saal ki strict English teacher… hamare beech khadi thi, nazar meri khuli hui chut par tikaye hue.
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Miss Rina ne thodi der aur meri nangi body ko dekha. Phir unhone seedha kaha,
“Ab kaafi hai. Kapde peheno dono.”
Sharma sir ne jaldi se apni pant uthayi. Main bhi kaampte haathon se apni nighty aur panty dhoondhne lagi. Room mein ab bhi woh bhaari si khamoshi thi. Cum meri thighs par sukhne laga tha. Mainne jaldi se kapde pehne, lekin body ab bhi unki nazar ke neeche nangi si feel ho rahi thi.
Miss Rina door ke paas khadi rahi. Jab hum dono ready ho gaye to unhone kundi kholi, baahar jhaanka, phir humari taraf mud kar boli,
“Ab yahan se nikalte hain. Alag-alag. Koi ek saath na dikhe.”
Sharma sir pehle nikal gaye. Main kuch second baad. Corridor khaali tha. Main seedha apne room ki taraf chali gayi. Roommate ab bhi so rahi thi. Main bathroom mein jaakar jism saaf karne ki koshish karti rahi, lekin dimaag mein Miss Rina ki aankhein ghoom rahi thin — woh dekhne wala look, woh thandi awaaz.
Subah uthi to tour normal chal raha tha. Koi kuch nahi jaanta tha. Sharma sir door se normal face banaye hue the. Miss Rina bhi apni strict teacher wali image mein thi. Bas ek baar breakfast ke time meri nazar unse mili to unhone halka sa nod kiya — jaise keh rahi hon “baat abhi baaki hai”.
Tour ke last din shaam ko, jab sab packing kar rahe the, Miss Rina ne mujhe corridor mein rok liya.
“Anita, ek minute.”
Main ruki. Unhone aas-paas nazar daali phir dheeme se kaha, “Tera room number kya hai? Roommate ko kisi kaam se bahar bhej dena. Main 9 baje aati hoon. Zaroori baat karni hai.”
Mainne sir hilaya. Kuch pooch nahi saki.
Raat ke 9 baje roommate ko mainne neeche lobby mein dost ke paas bhej diya. Darwaza khula hi chhod a. Thodi der baad halki dastak hui. Miss Rina andar aayi. Is baar unke chehre par woh strict look nahi tha. Darwaza band karke unhone seedha bed par baithte hue kaha,
“Baith.”
Main unke saamne kursi par baith gayi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha.
Miss Rina ne thodi der mujhe dekha, phir boli,
“Us raat jo hua… woh meri wajah se ruka nahi. Mainne dekha, mujhe pasand aaya. Lekin ab main ek aur baat kehne aayi hoon.”
Main chup rahi.
Unhone aage kaha, “Meri anniversary aa rahi hai. Agle hafte. 28 saal ho jaayenge shadi ko. Husband mera… woh bilkul simple aadmi hai. Kabhi kisi aur aurat ko haath nahi lagaya. Main bhi… jaise maine kaha, mujhe khud karna pasand nahi. Lekin dekhna… dekhna bahut pasand hai.”
Unhone apni spectacles theek kiye aur seedha meri aankhon mein dekhte hue boli,
“Is baar main ek alag surprise soch rahi hoon. Main chahti hoon ki meri anniversary wali raat… mera husband… tujhe chode.”
Mera dil ekdam se ruk sa gaya. Mainne aankhein badi kar ke unhe dekha.
Miss Rina ne haath uthaya, “Sun pehle poora. Main us raat room mein hi rahungi. Lekin main participate nahi karungi. Main sirf dekhungi. Jaise us raat dekha tha. Tu aur mera husband… bed par. Main side mein baith kar poori cheez dekhungi. Yeh mera anniversary surprise hoga — khud ke liye.”
Mainne muh khola, lekin awaaz nahi nikal i.
Unhone aage kaha, “Main usse abhi nahi bataungi. Din mein main tujhe apne ghar le jaaungi kisi bahane. Shaam ko husband aayega. Main usse bolungi ki aaj raat main dekhna chahti hoon. Woh pehle mana karega… shayad gussa bhi karega. Lekin main samjha doongi. Aur tu… tu ready rehna. Jo us raat Sharma ke saath hua tha, usse thoda alag hoga. Kyunki yeh mera husband hai. Thoda soft, thoda careful. Lekin main chahti hoon ki woh tujhe poori tarah se le. Aur main dekhun.”
Mainne dheere se kaha, “Miss… main… yeh nahi…”
Miss Rina ne meri baat kaat te hue kaha, “Anita. Us raat main neeche sab ko bula sakti thi. Principal ko phone kar sakti thi. Sharma ki naukri, teri izzat, college ka record… sab kuch. Mainne nahi kiya. Kyunki mujhe dekhna pasand hai. Ab main yeh maang rahi hoon. Ek raat. Sirf ek raat. Uske baad main tujhe kabhi force nahi karungi. Na Sharma ko. Na kisi ko.”
Unhone thoda aage jhuk kar kaha, “Tu soch. Agle hafte Thursday. Main tujhe message karungi. Agar haan boli… toh main arrange karungi. Agar na boli… toh bhi main kuch nahi karungi. Lekin yaad rakh… main woh aurat hoon jo us raat tum dono ko nange dekh kar bhi chup rahi. Ab meri ek iccha poori kar do.”
Main chup chap unhe dekhti rahi. Unki aankhon mein koi gussa nahi tha. Sirf ek clear, thandi si determination thi.
Miss Rina ne uthte hue kaha, “Ab main jaati hoon. Roommate aane wali hogi. Soch ke batana. Time hai tere paas.”
Woh darwaze tak gayi. Hathle se kundi kholi, phir ek baar mud kar boli,
“Anita… teri body… us raat bahut acchi lagi thi. Mera husband bhi dekh kar… shayad pehli baar samjhega ki main kyun sirf dekhna chahti hoon.”
Itna keh kar woh nikal gayi.
Room mein phir se khamoshi aa gayi. Main vahi baithi rahi. Unki baatein kaan mein gunj rahi thin—
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Time bhi jaise kisi khamosh saazish mein saath de raha tha.
Tour se wapas aane ke baad se ghar mein ek ajeeb si normalcy thi. Papa office jaate, mummy ghar sambhalti, main college. Sharma sir college mein bilkul door se normal rehte. Miss Rina bhi apni strict teacher wali image mein thi. Bas kabhi-kabhi corridor mein nazar milti to unki aankhon mein woh baat jhalak jaati jo us raat kahi thi.
Phir ek din subah Papa ne naashta karte hue kaha, “Is hafte mujhe gaon jaana padega. Bade papa ki tabiyat theek nahi. Mummy bhi saath chalengi. Tum college manage kar lena. Do-teen din lagenge.”
Mainne turant mummy ki taraf dekha. Unhone bhi meri nazar pakdi. Dono samajh gaye — ghar khaali hone wala tha.
Mummy ne dheere se kaha, “Haan… Anita akeli sambhal legi. Fridge mein khana rakha hai. Raat ko gate lock kar lena.”
Uske agle din hi Miss Rina ka message aaya.
“Thursday shaam 5 baje. Mera ghar. Address bhej rahi hoon. Ready hokar aana. Kuch mat poochna.”
Address same tha jo pehle unhone diya tha — college se thodi door, ek quiet colony mein.
Thursday subah Papa-mummy gaon ke liye nikal gaye. Station tak chhodne ke baad main akeli ghar wapas aayi. Din bhar kitaben khol-khol kar rakh di, lekin dhyan kahin nahi tha. Shaam ke 4 baje main uthi. Nahayi. Baal khule chhod diye. Simple clothes pehne — lekin jaanti thi yeh kapde zyada der nahi rahenge.
5 baje auto se Miss Rina ke ghar pahunchi. Chhota sa independent house, bahar phoolon ke pot. Darwaza khulte hi Miss Rina khadi thin. Aaj unhone soft pastel saree pehni thi, baal loose the, spectacles same. Unhone mujhe andar liya aur darwaza band kiya.
“Time se aa gayi. Accha,” unhone kaha. “Husband 7 baje aayega. Usse pehle tujhe tayyar karna hai.”
Mainne bag neeche rakha. “Miss… main…”
Unhone haath uthaya. “Aaj bahut baat nahi. Jo socha hai woh karna hai. Chal, andar aa.”
Woh mujhe andar ke ek room mein le gayi. Room saaf tha, bed par maroon bedspread, soft lighting. Ek kone mein ek sealed bag rakha tha. Miss Rina ne usse khola.
Uske andar thi — ek laal jodi.
Deep red lehenga, heavy golden work, matching choli, aur ek transparent laal dupatta. Bridal style, lekin thoda bold cut. Choli ka neck deep tha, back almost open.
Miss Rina ne usse bed par failaya aur meri taraf dekha. “Yeh pehen. Main madad karti hoon.”
Main chup chap khadi rahi. Unhone pehle meri simple kameez ke buttons khole. Kameez utari. Phir salwar. Ab main sirf bra-panty mein thi. Miss Rina ki nazar meri body par gayi — 36 ki chunchiyan, bhari hips. Unhone kuch nahi kaha, bas bra khol di. Panty bhi.
Phir unhone laal choli uthayi. Mere haath andar kiye, peeche se hook lagayi. Choli tight thi. Meri chunchiyan upar ko lift ho kar deep neck se almost half bahar ko thin. Nipples ka shape kapde ke neeche se saaf dikh raha tha.
Uske baad lehenga. Unhone meri taangon se chadhaya, kamar par fit kiya. Lehenga heavy tha, lekin neeche se slit thodi si thi. Phir dupatta. Unhone usse mere kandhon par dala, lekin aise ki meri chunchiyon ka upper curve clear dikhe.
Aakhir mein unhone mere baal khole, ungliyon se set kiye, aur halka sa laal lipstick lagaya. Ek chhoti si maang ke beech bindi. Phir mujhe bade mirror ke saamne khada kar diya.
“Dekh.”
Mainne dekha. Mirror mein ek ladki khadi thi — laal jodi mein, bhaari chunchiyan choli se almost nikalte hue, hips lehenga mein filled, chehre par woh soft tej. Bridal lag rahi thi… lekin ek ajeeb si bold bridal.
Miss Rina ne peeche se kaha, “Bahut acchi lag rahi hai. Mera husband jab tujhe aise dekhega… toh uski himmat pehle se zyada tootegi.”
Unhone mujhe bed ke edge par bithaya. Lehenga set kiya, dupatta theek kiya. Phir khud ek chair bed ke bagal mein rakh kar baith gayi.
“Ab yahin baith. Main neeche jaakar uska wait karti hoon. Jab woh aayega, main usse yahan laaungi. Tu kuch mat bolna pehle. Main baat karungi. Samajh gayi?”
Mainne sir hilaya. Awaaz nahi nikal i.
Miss Rina ne meri ek baar poori body dekhi — laal jodi mein nangi si dikhti chunchiyan, kamar, hips. Phir unhone dheere se kaha, “Aaj raat yeh meri anniversary ka gift hai… mujhe. Tu ready reh.”
Itna keh kar woh room se baahar nikal gayi. Darwaza peeche se band kiya, lekin kundi nahi lagayi.
Main bed par laal jodi mein baithi rahi. Bahar se unke payal ki halki awaaz aayi, phir neeche jane ki. Room mein sirf ek dim yellow light jal rahi thi. Mirror mein meri reflection dekh sakti thi — laal kapdon mein, tayyar, aur bilkul akeli.
Samay jaise ruk sa gaya tha.
Papa-mummy gaon mein the.
Ghar khaali tha.
Aur main… Miss Rina ke ghar ke us room mein, laal jodi pehne, unke husband ke aane ka wait kar rahi thi.
Anniversary ka surprise…
ab shuru hone wala tha.
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Main us room mein bed ke edge par baithi rahi. Laal choli meri chunchiyon ko upar ko dabaaye hue thi, deep neck se almost aadhi naramai bahar ko jhalak rahi thi. Lehenga heavy tha, kamar par tight. Dupatta ek taraf se sarakta ja raha tha. Mirror mein meri reflection saaf dikh rahi thi — bridal laal rang mein, baal khule, hoth laal, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa khali-pan.
Neeche se awaaze aani shuru hui.
Pehle gate ki click. Phir Miss Rina ki awaaz — normal, halki si sweet. Phir ek mard ki awaaz. Gehre, thodi thaki hui. Husband aa gaya tha.
Mainne saans rok li. Unke qadmon ki awaaz stairs se upar aati hui sunai di. Miss Rina kuch samjha rahi thi. Unki awaaz dheemi thi, lekin kuch shabd clear the—
“Aaj special hai… mainne surprise rakha hai… andar aa…”
Darwaza khula.
Pehle Miss Rina aayi. Unke peeche unke husband.
Woh aadmi kareeb 55-56 saal ka tha. Average height, thoda sa pet nikla hua, baal poore safed, clean shave. Simple white shirt aur grey pant mein. Chehre par thakan thi, lekin jaise hi unki nazar mujh par padi, woh thakan ek second mein gayab ho gayi.
Unki aankhein phail gayiin. Muh thoda sa khul gaya. Woh darwaze par hi ruk gaye.
Miss Rina ne unka haath pakad kar andar khinchte hue kaha, “Andar aao. Darwaza band karo.”
Husband ne automatical ly peeche haath badha kar darwaza band kiya, lekin unki nazar mujhse nahi hati. Main bed par laal jodi mein baithi thi — choli se chunchiyan almost nikalte hue, lehenga mein hips ka shape clear, baal khule, laal lipstick.
“Yeh… kaun hai?” unki awaaz ruk-ruk kar nikli. “Rina… yeh ladki…?”
Miss Rina ne unhe bed ke saamne wali chair tak le jaakar bithaya. Khud unke bagal mein khadi ho gayi. Unhone mera haath nahi pakda, bas mere aur unke beech khadi rahi.
“Yeh Anita hai,” Miss Rina ne saaf awaaz mein kaha. “Mere college ki student. Class 12. Aaj raat yeh yahan hai… mere liye. Hamari anniversary ke liye.”
Husband ne meri taraf se nazar hata kar Miss Rina ko dekha. “Kya matlab? Yeh kya pehne hue hai? Rina, tu… tu pagal toh nahi ho gayi?”
Miss Rina ne dheere se unki taraf dekha. Awaaz bilkul calm thi.
“Main pagal nahi hoon. Main 28 saal se teri biwi hoon. Itne saalon mein maine kabhi tujhe kisi aur aurat ke saath nahi dekha. Na main khud kisi ke saath gayi. Lekin main jaanti hoon main kya chahti hoon. Mujhe… dekhna pasand hai. Do logon ko. Nange. Chudai karte hue. Unki awaaze, unke jism… yeh dekh kar main satisfy hoti hoon. Khud karna mujhe pasand nahi. Kabhi nahi raha.”
Husband ka chehra laal-peela ho raha tha. “Rina… yeh kya bakwas kar rahi hai tu? Yeh ladki college ki hai… main… main aisa nahi kar sakta!”
Miss Rina ne unke kandhe par haath rakha. “Tu kar sakta hai. Aaj raat. Main yahin rahungi. Side mein. Main touch nahi karungi. Sirf dekhungi. Yeh mera anniversary gift hai… mujhe. Tu is ladki ko le. Jaise mard lete hain. Aur main dekhun.”
Husband ne meri taraf phir se dekha. Unki nazar meri choli ke deep neck par gayi, jahan meri chunchiyon ka soft upper curve saaf dikh raha tha. Phir meri aankhon mein. Mainne nazar nahi hatayi, lekin muh se kuch nahi nikla.
“Yeh… yeh possible nahi,” unhone kaha. Awaaz ab kamzor pad rahi thi. “Main… main kabhi kisi aur ko…”
Miss Rina ne unki baat kaati. “Isliye toh main chahti hoon. Tu hamesha se simple raha. Aaj raat tu simple mat reh. Isse nanga kar. Ise bed par lita. Aur iski chudai kar. Main dekhna chahti hoon. Agar tu mana karta hai… toh main samajh jaaungi ki tu meri iccha nahi poori karna chahta.”
Room mein lambi khamoshi chha gayi. Husband ke haath kursi ke armrest par tight the. Unki saans tez ho gayi thi. Unki nazar baar-baar meri body par ja rahi thi — laal choli mein bandhi chunchiyan, kamar, lehenga ke neeche se jhalakti taangein.
Miss Rina ne dheere se kaha, “Anita, khadi ho ja.”
Main dheere-dheere uthi. Lehenga ka weight neeche se feel ho raha tha. Dupatta ek taraf sarak gaya. Meri chunchiyan choli se aur zyada press ho kar upar ko aa gayiin.
Miss Rina ne husband se kaha, “Dekh isse. Poori. Aaj raat yeh teri hai. Main dekhne ke liye yahin hoon.”
Husband ne muh khola, kuch nahi bola. Unki aankhein meri choli ke buttons par thin. Miss Rina ne unka haath pakad kar mera haath unke haath mein rakh diya.
“Chhoo ke dekh. Kapde ke upar se.”
Husband ka haath kaamp raha tha. Unhone dheere se meri choli ke upar haath rakha. Meri chunchi ka soft weight unki hatheli mein aaya. Unhone halkaa sa dabaya. Phir haath hata liya jaise jala ho.
“Rina… main… nahi…”
Miss Rina ne unke kaan ke kareeb jhuk kar kaha, bilkul dheemi awaaz mein, “Aaj raat tu nahi bolega. Aaj raat tu karega. Main dekhna chahti hoon. Ise nanga kar. Abhi.”
Husband ne meri taraf dekha. Unki aankhon mein darr, sharam, aur ek dabi hui iccha ek saath thi. Unhone phir se haath badhaya. Is baar meri choli ke peeche gaye. Hook dhundhne lage.
Main khadi rahi. Saans ruk-ruk kar chal rahi thi. Miss Rina side mein khadi thi, nazar unke haathon par.
Choli ka pehla hook khula. Phir doosra. Choli dheeli padne lagi. Husband ne dheere-dheere usse mere kandhon se utara. Laal choli neeche gir gayi.
Meri nangi chunchiyan dim light mein free ho gayiin — 36 ki, bhaari, nipples pehle se tight. Husband ki saans ruk si gayi. Unhone dono haathon se unhe pakad liya. Soft weight unki hatheliyon mein. Unhone dabaya. Masala. Nipples ko anguthe se ghumaya.
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