Adultery Uncle ne Meri Mummy ko apni Randi Bana Liya

[Mehtab_]

Chacha Vivek usi shaant gali mein sirf do ghar aage rehte the. Woh mere Papa se lagbhag do saal bade the, karib athavan saal ke, kandhon aur chhati mein abhi bhi mazboot, geehri awaaz wale aur aise aadmi ka asaan vishwas jise kabhi kisi ki anumati ki zarurat nahi padi. Unhone kabhi shaadi nahi ki. Mohalle ke sabhi unhe sirf Chacha kehte the, aur main unke ghar lagbhag har doosre shaam ko padhai ya kaam ke baad jaata tha, kabhi-kabhi raat der tak rukta tha. 

Unka ghar mera doosra ghar ban gaya tha. Mere liye darwaza kabhi band nahi hota tha. Main seedha andar ghus jaata, apna thaila phenk deta, aur jahan marzi baith jaata. 

Andar sabse pehle jo cheez lagti thi woh khushbu thi. Poora ghar sambhog ki bhaari, chipchipi mahak se bhara hua tha jo kabhi poori tarah nahi jaati thi—paseena, sasti khushbu, latex, aur kharch hue shareeron ki teekhi dhatu-si gandh. Yeh pardaon, sofa ke gaddiyon, aur rasoi ke tiles tak chipki rehti thi. Vivek ise kabhi chhupate nahi the. 

Baithak aur soye kamre ki deewaron par nangi auraton ke kai bade, chamakdaar tasveerein aur posters lage the. Bhaari chuchiyon ke close-up jinke kaale nok dikhte the, khuli chut jo tej roshni mein chamakti thi, gol gaand jo khuli faili hui thi, kabhi-kabhi ungliyan ya lund abhi bhi unke andar. 

Kuch tasveerein itni detail wali thin ki har siilkari, har boond dikhti thi. Unhone kuch zyada ati-uttejak wali ko frame karke aankhon ke level par laga rakha tha taaki jahan bhi baitho, chut ya chuchi hi dikhe. 

Woh tasveerein hi sirf yaadgaar nahi thin. Jo auratein woh ghar laate the—paise dekar bulayi hui vaishyaayein—subah se pehle jaldi nikalne ki daud mein aksar cheezein chhod jaati thin. Har tarah ki panty: patli kaali lace, daag wali cotton, bina crotch wali jo abhi bhi geeli ho. Main unhe palaang ke neeche, bathroom ke farsh par, ek baar to kursi ke peeche latki hui paata tha. 

Yeh mera niji shauk ban gaya tha. Jab bhi Vivek shower mein hote ya cigarette lene baahar jaate, main unhe uthata, crotch ko naak se sata kar gehri saans leta. Khushbu hamesha wahi milti thi—chut, paseena, aur jo bhi lotion woh lagati thin uski chemical meethas. Kabhi kapda abhi bhi garam hota. Main lambi der tak khada reh kar saans leta, aankhein aadhi band, jab tak paani band hone ki awaaz na aaye. 

Vivek ki taaqat aisi thi jiska woh khuleaam fakhr karte the. Unhone mujhe ek se zyada baar bataya ki woh regularly ek hi raat mein do auraton ko lete hain, ek ke baad doosri, aur subah bhi lund khada uthte hain.

 “Ek raat mein do chut kuch nahi,” woh kehte, baahen faila kar. “Shareer abhi bhi tees saal jaisa kaam karta hai.” Woh auraton ke baare mein aise baat karte jaise doosre aadmi auzaron ke baare mein—kaam aane wali, phenkne layak, aur kisi bhi zaroori cheez ke liye bharosa na karne wali. “Neeche se sabhi randiyaan hain,” woh kehte. “Farq nahi padta sari pehni ho ya chhoti skirt. Mej par paise rakh do to taangein khul jaati hain.” 

Ek shaam main ek bade poster ko dekh raha tha jismein ek aurat chaar taangon par thi, uski chut mote lund ke aas-paas khichi hui. Vivek rasoi se do glass le kar nikle aur mujhe dekhte pakad liye. 

“Yeh pasand aayi?” unhone poocha, ek glass dete hue. 

Maine sar hilaya. “Uski gaand bahut badi hai.” 

Woh hansse. “Yahi to baat hai. Badi gaand, geeli chhed, koi sawal nahi. Us raat usko teen hazaar diye the. Woh mere lund par do baar jhali aur phir bhi poocha ki kya uski saheli ko bhi bulaun.” 

“Dono liye?” 

“Bilkul. Ek mere chehre par baithi to doosri mujhe sawaar hui. Main doosri mein khatam kiya aur phir bhi pehli ko deewar se sata kar phir choda. Yeh kuttiyaan isi ke liye bani hain. Aur kuch nahi.” 

Main tasveer dekhte raha. “Kya woh hamesha apni underwear chhod jaati hain?” 





Unhone muskura kar kaha. “Aksar. Itna chudi jaati hain ki bhool jaati hain. Main dino baad tak panty paata hoon. Kabhi geeli wali rakh leta hoon.” 

“Main unki khushbu leta hoon,” maine dheere se maan liya. 

Unhone bhaun uthayi, phir muskuraye. “Chalak ladka. Woh khushbu sab bata deti hai. Chut jhooth nahi bolti. Auratein pyaar aur samman ki baat karti hain, lekin unki taangon ke beech ki mahak pure jaanwar ki hai. Woh itna hi hain.” 

Kuch hafte baad baat aur gehri ho gayi. Hum sofa par the, wahi posters neeche dekh rahe the. Vivek ne ek aur drink daala aur peeche jhuk gaye. 

“Tum jaante ho main pehle sirf ek-raat ki vaishyaayon se zyada chalaata tha,” unhone kaha. 

“Matlab?” 

“Paanch saal pehle mera chhota network tha. Teen flat, chhe ladkiyaan, kabhi aath. Main poora sambhalta tha. Client aate, paise dete, chodte, chale jaate. Main saath percent leta tha. Ladkiyaan sab ek jaisi thin—kuch college chhodne wali, kuch talaq-shuda, kuch sirf lalchi. Main unhe sakhti se istemaal karta tha. Unhe yaqeen dila diya tha ki unki sirf keemat unki taangon ke beech ka chhed hai.” 

Main unhe takta raha. “Tumne vaishyaavritti ka network chalaaya tha?” 

“Maalik bhi tha aur chalaata bhi. Jab tak security officer bhaankne lagi aur ek ladki ne blackmail karne ki koshish ki. Main band kar diya, flat bech diye, aur phir se niji calls par aa gaya. Is tarah saaf. Ab bhi wahi dhandha, bas chupchaap.” 

“Kya tumne khud un ladkiyon ko choda?” 

“Har ek ko. Maal check karna kaam ka hissa hai. Kuch pehli baar jab main unhe desk par jhukata to ro padti thin. Teesre hafte tak woh maangne lagti thin. Paise kisi bhi aurat ko randi bana dete hain. Yeh yaad rakhna.” 

“Aur tum bas chhod kar chale gaye?” 

“Padna pada. Lekin sabak reh gaye. Auratein chodne aur paise dene ke liye hain. Aur kuch nahi. Unhe bhaav do to khatarnak ho jaati hain. Sirf cash aur chut rakho to zindagi saral rehti hai.” 

Us raat ke baad unhone mujhe DVD dene shuru kiye. Purani kharochi hui discs saade plastic ke cases mein. “Yeh dekh,” unhone kaha. “Sahi shiksha.” Film hardcore thin—lamba scenes jismein auratein kai aadmiyon dwara istemaal ho rahi thin, chehre virya se dhake, chhed khiche hue, auratein har gandi gaali sunte hue aur maangti hui. Main unhe apne kamre mein akele dheemi awaaz mein dekhta. 

Scene ke baad scene wahi sandesh: auratein bharni, thappad maarne, paise dene aur phenkne ke liye hain. Jitna dekhta, utna yeh vichar dimag mein baithta gaya. Padhai, naukri, shaadi—kuch bhi matter nahi karta. Aurat ka asal uddeshya uski taangon ke beech ki geeli garmi hai. Baaki sab sirf sajawat hai. Yahi soch woh DVD har raat dimag mein baithati aur seenchti thin. Auratein sirf sambhog ke liye bani hain. Aur kuch nahi