16-08-2026, 02:11 PM
Subah ke 7:30 ke kareeb.
Main abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi. Raat bhar ki chudai ke baad body bilkul thaki hui thi. Main pet ke bal leti hui thi, bilkul nangi. Chadar sirf meri kamar tak thi, upar se mere gore boobs, peeth, aur neeche meri gaand poori nangi thi. Thighs ke beech se raat ka cum thoda-thoda sookh chuka tha, lekin abhi bhi sticky feel ho raha tha. Baal bikhre hue, face pillow pe, saansein dheemi.
Kalu ji uth chuka tha. Usne pehle mujhe dekha – nangi, defenseless, uski cum ke nishaan abhi bhi meri skin pe. Uske lund ne turant reaction diya. Usne apna phone uthaya, husband ka number dial kiya – video call.
Do ring pe husband ne uthaya. Uska face screen pe aaya – abhi bhi ghar pe, subah ki light mein.
Kalu ji ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Good morning, husband ji. Dekho… aapki biwi kaise so rahi hai.”
Usne phone ko aise hold kiya ki mera poora nanga body dikhe. Camera pehle meri peeth aur nangi gaand pe tha, phir dheere-dheere upar – meri side se dikhte hue boobs, tight nipples, bikhre baal, soya hua face.
Husband ki awaaz aayi, thodi si bhaari, “Haan… dikh raha hai. Bilkul nangi. Raat bhar choda kya?”
Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Raat bhar. Kai baar. Uski chut abhi bhi meri cum se bhari hui hai. Dekho.”
Usne chadar bilkul hata di. Ab main poori nangi bed pe thi. Usne mera ek pair thoda failaya taaki meri swollen chut clear dikhe – thodi si red, sticky, cum ke white nishaan thighs pe.
Husband ne saans bhari. “Saali… itni openly so rahi hai. Ab kya karne wala hai?”
Kalu ji ne kaha, “Abhi uthata hoon aur aapke saamne chodata hoon. Mobile ko door set karta hoon taaki poora scene dikhe. Aap dekhte rehna. Awaazein bhi clear aayengi.”
Usne phone ko opposite side table pe rakh diya, thoda angle adjust kiya – bed poora frame mein aa gaya. Ab husband ko clear dikh raha tha: main nangi leti hui, Kalu ji nanga, uska kala mota lund pehle se hard.
Kalu ji mere paas aaya. Usne mera face dheere se touch kiya. “Anita… uth ja. Tera husband dekh raha hai.”
Main aankhein kholti hui murjhаyi. Pehle toh samajh nahi aaya, phir screen pe husband ka face dikha. Main jhat se bed sheet ki taraf haath badhaya, lekin Kalu ji ne rok liya.
“Nahi. Nangi reh. Woh dekhna chahta hai.”
Main sharm se laal ho gayi, lekin uske haath ne mujhe pet ke bal se ghumа kar seedha litaya. Mere boobs free, nipples pehle se tight. Kalu ji ne mera face camera ki taraf kiya.
Husband ki awaaz aayi, “Dekh rahi hai mujhe? Nangi padi hai uske saamne. Bol, kaisa laga raat bhar?”
Main kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Haan… dekh rahi hoon… raat bhar… usne bahut choda…”
Kalu ji ne mere boobs pakad liye, nipples ko pinch kiya. “Ab dekhte ho kaise subah subah leta hoon.”
Usne mere lips pe kiss kiya – gehra, wet, camera ke saamne. Phir mere neck pe, boobs pe. Ek nipple muh mein leke zor se suck kiya. Main siski nikaali:
“Ahhhh… Kalu ji…”
Husband ne kaha, “Awaaz nikaal. Clear. Main sunna chahta hoon.”
Kalu ji ne meri legs failayi. Usne apna kala mota lund meri chut pe rub kiya – upar-neeche, clit pe, opening pe. precum se geela kar diya. Phir tip ko set karke ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.
“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari room mein gunj gayi.
Kalu ji ne camera ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Dekho… kaise ghus gaya. Itni easily. Raat bhar failane ke baad ab soft hai.”
Woh missionary mein pelne laga – deep, steady, long strokes. Har dhakke pe meri boobs hil rahi thin. Main uske shoulders pakad kar siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:
“Ahhhh… so deep… ahhh… yes… fuck me… ahhhh… your big black cock… ahhh!”
Husband ki awaaz aayi, “Tez kar. Zor se. Awaazein nikaal usse.”
Kalu ji ne speed badha di. Bed ki creak clear sunai de rahi thi. Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:
“Aaaahhhh… harder… ahhh… yes… stretching me… ahhhh… I’m so full… ahhh!”
Usne meri legs ko apne shoulders pe uthaya, aur gehra angle diya. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah hit kar raha tha. Main camera ki taraf dekhte hue siskiyan nikaal rahi thi, kyunki husband dekh raha tha:
“Uhhhh… husband dekh raha hai… ahhh… still you’re fucking me so hard… ahhhh… yes… ahhh!”
Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Bol usse… kaisa feel ho raha hai mere lund se.”
Main moan ke beech boli, “Ahhhh… bahut bada… ahhh… mera husband ka lund ab chhota lagta hai… ahhhh… you’re ruining me… ahhh… yes… deeper… ahhhh!”
Husband ne saans tezz ki. “Saali randi… itni openly bol rahi hai. Ab ghodi bana. Gaand upar karke chod.”
Kalu ji ne mujhe ek jhatke mein ghodi bana diya. Mere haath bed pe, gaand upar, face thoda side – taaki camera mein meri expression bhi dikhe. Usne peeche se ek hi dhakke mein poora daal diya.
“Aaaahhhhh… from behind… ahhh!”
Woh zor-zor se pelne laga. Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi, uske balls meri clit pe thappad kha rahe the. Main sheets pakad kar chillane lagi:
“Ahhhhh… yes… spank me… ahhh… fuck your white wife… ahhhh… harder… ahhh!”
Kalu ji ne gaand pe do thappad maare – chapak! Chapak!
“Chap… chap…”
Main aur zor se chillayi:
“Aaaahhhh… yes… again… ahhh… I’m cumming… ahhhhh… don’t stop… ahhhh!”
Meri body kaampne lagi, chut tight ho gayi, juices uske lund pe chamakne lage. Main orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan continuous:
“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh… ohhh god… ahhh!”
Kalu ji ne speed nahi kam ki. Woh meri orgasm ke through pelta raha. Camera ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Dekho… kaise kaamp rahi hai. Itni easily cum ho jaati hai mere lund pe.”
Husband ne kaha, “Ab uske muh mein daal. Chuswa. Phir se chut mein daal ke cum kar.”
Kalu ji ne lund bahar nikaala – geela, meri juices se covered. Mujhe uthakar apne saamne ghutnon pe bithaya. Camera clear angle mein tha. Usne apna mota lund mere muh ke paas laaya.
“Khol. Husband dekh raha hai.”
Maine muh khola. Uska kala tip andar gaya. Main chusne lagi – gehra, saliva se geela, jeebh se neeche se. Kalu ji mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga.
“That’s it… take it… ahhh… teri biwi acchi chusti hai… dekh rahe ho?”
Main gag karte hue bhi continue kiya, aawazein nikal rahi thin – “Gluck… gluck… ahhh… mmmph…”
Husband ne kaha, “Bas… ab chut mein daal. Andar cum kar. Main dekhna chahta hoon.”
Kalu ji ne mujhe wapas litaya, legs failayi, aur ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya. Ab last round. Tez, forceful, deep.
“Ahhhhh… yes… fill me… ahhh… cum inside me… ahhhh… please… ahhh!”
Woh zor ke dhakke maar raha tha. Main uske neeche bilkul paagal si siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:
“Aaaahhhh… harder… ahhh… your cum… give it to me… ahhhh… I’m your slut… ahhhhh!”
Kalu ji ne final dhakke maare aur deep cum kar diya – garam, zyada, pulses clear. Main bhi uske saath cum ho gayi, body kaamp, siskariyan thaki hui:
“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much… ahhh… inside… ahhh… Kalu ji… ahhh…”
Woh thodi der andar raha, phir dheere se bahar nikaala. Uska cum meri chut se nikal kar bed pe girne laga. Usne camera ke saamne meri legs failaye rakhi taaki husband clearly dekh sake – open, used, cum nikalta hua.
Kalu ji ne phone uthaya, close-up dikhaya. “Dekho… aapki biwi ki chut. Meri cum se bhari hui. Aaj raat bhi aise hi hoga. Aur kal bhi.”
Husband ki awaaz thodi si kaampti thi, “Haan… dikh raha hai. Ab band kar. Baaki din bhi aise hi updates bhejte rehna.”
Kalu ji ne call cut kar diya. Phone side mein rakha. Phir mere nange body pe lit gaya, apna abhi bhi half-hard lund meri geeli chut pe rub karte hue.
“Subah subah accha show diya usse,” usne kaha. “Ab uth. Beach chalte hain. Phir dopahar mein phir se.”
Main uske kale strong arms mein kaampte hue thi, bilkul nangi, used, cum se bhari hui… aur yeh jaankar ki mera husband abhi abhi poora scene dekh chuka tha.
Main abhi bhi gehri neend mein thi. Raat bhar ki chudai ke baad body bilkul thaki hui thi. Main pet ke bal leti hui thi, bilkul nangi. Chadar sirf meri kamar tak thi, upar se mere gore boobs, peeth, aur neeche meri gaand poori nangi thi. Thighs ke beech se raat ka cum thoda-thoda sookh chuka tha, lekin abhi bhi sticky feel ho raha tha. Baal bikhre hue, face pillow pe, saansein dheemi.
Kalu ji uth chuka tha. Usne pehle mujhe dekha – nangi, defenseless, uski cum ke nishaan abhi bhi meri skin pe. Uske lund ne turant reaction diya. Usne apna phone uthaya, husband ka number dial kiya – video call.
Do ring pe husband ne uthaya. Uska face screen pe aaya – abhi bhi ghar pe, subah ki light mein.
Kalu ji ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Good morning, husband ji. Dekho… aapki biwi kaise so rahi hai.”
Usne phone ko aise hold kiya ki mera poora nanga body dikhe. Camera pehle meri peeth aur nangi gaand pe tha, phir dheere-dheere upar – meri side se dikhte hue boobs, tight nipples, bikhre baal, soya hua face.
Husband ki awaaz aayi, thodi si bhaari, “Haan… dikh raha hai. Bilkul nangi. Raat bhar choda kya?”
Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Raat bhar. Kai baar. Uski chut abhi bhi meri cum se bhari hui hai. Dekho.”
Usne chadar bilkul hata di. Ab main poori nangi bed pe thi. Usne mera ek pair thoda failaya taaki meri swollen chut clear dikhe – thodi si red, sticky, cum ke white nishaan thighs pe.
Husband ne saans bhari. “Saali… itni openly so rahi hai. Ab kya karne wala hai?”
Kalu ji ne kaha, “Abhi uthata hoon aur aapke saamne chodata hoon. Mobile ko door set karta hoon taaki poora scene dikhe. Aap dekhte rehna. Awaazein bhi clear aayengi.”
Usne phone ko opposite side table pe rakh diya, thoda angle adjust kiya – bed poora frame mein aa gaya. Ab husband ko clear dikh raha tha: main nangi leti hui, Kalu ji nanga, uska kala mota lund pehle se hard.
Kalu ji mere paas aaya. Usne mera face dheere se touch kiya. “Anita… uth ja. Tera husband dekh raha hai.”
Main aankhein kholti hui murjhаyi. Pehle toh samajh nahi aaya, phir screen pe husband ka face dikha. Main jhat se bed sheet ki taraf haath badhaya, lekin Kalu ji ne rok liya.
“Nahi. Nangi reh. Woh dekhna chahta hai.”
Main sharm se laal ho gayi, lekin uske haath ne mujhe pet ke bal se ghumа kar seedha litaya. Mere boobs free, nipples pehle se tight. Kalu ji ne mera face camera ki taraf kiya.
Husband ki awaaz aayi, “Dekh rahi hai mujhe? Nangi padi hai uske saamne. Bol, kaisa laga raat bhar?”
Main kaampti awaaz mein boli, “Haan… dekh rahi hoon… raat bhar… usne bahut choda…”
Kalu ji ne mere boobs pakad liye, nipples ko pinch kiya. “Ab dekhte ho kaise subah subah leta hoon.”
Usne mere lips pe kiss kiya – gehra, wet, camera ke saamne. Phir mere neck pe, boobs pe. Ek nipple muh mein leke zor se suck kiya. Main siski nikaali:
“Ahhhh… Kalu ji…”
Husband ne kaha, “Awaaz nikaal. Clear. Main sunna chahta hoon.”
Kalu ji ne meri legs failayi. Usne apna kala mota lund meri chut pe rub kiya – upar-neeche, clit pe, opening pe. precum se geela kar diya. Phir tip ko set karke ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.
“Aaaahhhhh…!” meri zor ki siskari room mein gunj gayi.
Kalu ji ne camera ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Dekho… kaise ghus gaya. Itni easily. Raat bhar failane ke baad ab soft hai.”
Woh missionary mein pelne laga – deep, steady, long strokes. Har dhakke pe meri boobs hil rahi thin. Main uske shoulders pakad kar siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:
“Ahhhh… so deep… ahhh… yes… fuck me… ahhhh… your big black cock… ahhh!”
Husband ki awaaz aayi, “Tez kar. Zor se. Awaazein nikaal usse.”
Kalu ji ne speed badha di. Bed ki creak clear sunai de rahi thi. Main zor-zor se chillane lagi:
“Aaaahhhh… harder… ahhh… yes… stretching me… ahhhh… I’m so full… ahhh!”
Usne meri legs ko apne shoulders pe uthaya, aur gehra angle diya. Ab har thrust pe uska lund meri deepest jagah hit kar raha tha. Main camera ki taraf dekhte hue siskiyan nikaal rahi thi, kyunki husband dekh raha tha:
“Uhhhh… husband dekh raha hai… ahhh… still you’re fucking me so hard… ahhhh… yes… ahhh!”
Kalu ji ne hasi ke saath kaha, “Bol usse… kaisa feel ho raha hai mere lund se.”
Main moan ke beech boli, “Ahhhh… bahut bada… ahhh… mera husband ka lund ab chhota lagta hai… ahhhh… you’re ruining me… ahhh… yes… deeper… ahhhh!”
Husband ne saans tezz ki. “Saali randi… itni openly bol rahi hai. Ab ghodi bana. Gaand upar karke chod.”
Kalu ji ne mujhe ek jhatke mein ghodi bana diya. Mere haath bed pe, gaand upar, face thoda side – taaki camera mein meri expression bhi dikhe. Usne peeche se ek hi dhakke mein poora daal diya.
“Aaaahhhhh… from behind… ahhh!”
Woh zor-zor se pelne laga. Har dhakke pe meri gaand hil rahi thi, uske balls meri clit pe thappad kha rahe the. Main sheets pakad kar chillane lagi:
“Ahhhhh… yes… spank me… ahhh… fuck your white wife… ahhhh… harder… ahhh!”
Kalu ji ne gaand pe do thappad maare – chapak! Chapak!
“Chap… chap…”
Main aur zor se chillayi:
“Aaaahhhh… yes… again… ahhh… I’m cumming… ahhhhh… don’t stop… ahhhh!”
Meri body kaampne lagi, chut tight ho gayi, juices uske lund pe chamakne lage. Main orgasm mein gir gayi, siskariyan continuous:
“Ahhhhh… cumming… ahhh… yes… yes… ahhhhh… ohhh god… ahhh!”
Kalu ji ne speed nahi kam ki. Woh meri orgasm ke through pelta raha. Camera ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, “Dekho… kaise kaamp rahi hai. Itni easily cum ho jaati hai mere lund pe.”
Husband ne kaha, “Ab uske muh mein daal. Chuswa. Phir se chut mein daal ke cum kar.”
Kalu ji ne lund bahar nikaala – geela, meri juices se covered. Mujhe uthakar apne saamne ghutnon pe bithaya. Camera clear angle mein tha. Usne apna mota lund mere muh ke paas laaya.
“Khol. Husband dekh raha hai.”
Maine muh khola. Uska kala tip andar gaya. Main chusne lagi – gehra, saliva se geela, jeebh se neeche se. Kalu ji mere baal pakad kar dheere-dheere face fuck karne laga.
“That’s it… take it… ahhh… teri biwi acchi chusti hai… dekh rahe ho?”
Main gag karte hue bhi continue kiya, aawazein nikal rahi thin – “Gluck… gluck… ahhh… mmmph…”
Husband ne kaha, “Bas… ab chut mein daal. Andar cum kar. Main dekhna chahta hoon.”
Kalu ji ne mujhe wapas litaya, legs failayi, aur ek strong dhakke mein poora andar daal diya. Ab last round. Tez, forceful, deep.
“Ahhhhh… yes… fill me… ahhh… cum inside me… ahhhh… please… ahhh!”
Woh zor ke dhakke maar raha tha. Main uske neeche bilkul paagal si siskiyan nikaal rahi thi:
“Aaaahhhh… harder… ahhh… your cum… give it to me… ahhhh… I’m your slut… ahhhhh!”
Kalu ji ne final dhakke maare aur deep cum kar diya – garam, zyada, pulses clear. Main bhi uske saath cum ho gayi, body kaamp, siskariyan thaki hui:
“Uhhhh… ahhh… so much… ahhh… inside… ahhh… Kalu ji… ahhh…”
Woh thodi der andar raha, phir dheere se bahar nikaala. Uska cum meri chut se nikal kar bed pe girne laga. Usne camera ke saamne meri legs failaye rakhi taaki husband clearly dekh sake – open, used, cum nikalta hua.
Kalu ji ne phone uthaya, close-up dikhaya. “Dekho… aapki biwi ki chut. Meri cum se bhari hui. Aaj raat bhi aise hi hoga. Aur kal bhi.”
Husband ki awaaz thodi si kaampti thi, “Haan… dikh raha hai. Ab band kar. Baaki din bhi aise hi updates bhejte rehna.”
Kalu ji ne call cut kar diya. Phone side mein rakha. Phir mere nange body pe lit gaya, apna abhi bhi half-hard lund meri geeli chut pe rub karte hue.
“Subah subah accha show diya usse,” usne kaha. “Ab uth. Beach chalte hain. Phir dopahar mein phir se.”
Main uske kale strong arms mein kaampte hue thi, bilkul nangi, used, cum se bhari hui… aur yeh jaankar ki mera husband abhi abhi poora scene dekh chuka tha.
ANITA PATEL
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