Adultery Maa Bani Classmate: Part II — Shadows of Desire

[Joker44]

Dupahar ke 2:30 baj rahe the.

Khanna Mansion ka sannata abhi bhi qaaim tha. Trupti ne aaine ke samne khade hokar apne aap ko aakhiri baar dekha. Usne ek soft peach-coloured kurti pehni thi, jo uski kamar par fit baith rahi thi, saath mein light blue jeans. Neeche usne ek patli satin ki panty pehen rakhi thi. Gardan par jo Rahul ke daanton ke gehre, baingani bite marks the, unhe usne behad dhyaan se concealer aur compact powder laga kar poori tarah chhupa diya tha. Chehre par light makeup, aur hothon par ek soft, innocent pink lipstick.
Sanjeev office nikal chuka tha. Rahul bhi kisi “college friend” ke yahan jaane ka bahana karke ghar se nikal gaya tha—ya shayad jaan-bujh kar Trupti ko thodi mohat di thi taaki woh apni doosri zindagi mein kadam rakh sake.
Trupti ne apna phone uthaya aur Abhay ko message type kiya:
“Main nikal rahi hoon. Wahi purani jagah milte hain. Ghar ke paas mat aana.”
Abhay ka reply ek hi second mein aaya:
“Theek hai jaan! Main already mall ke bahar tumhara wait kar raha hoon. Jaldi aao, miss kar raha hoon.”
Trupti ne ek gehri, bhari saans li. Abhay ko aaj tak yeh nahi pata tha ki Trupti shaadi-shuda hai, na hi yeh ki woh 38-inch ke bhare jism waali ek aurat hai jo Khanna khaandaan ki badi bahu hai. Uske liye Trupti bas ek masoom college-going girl thi jo apne strict parents ke saath rehti thi. Kuch mahine pehle Abhay ne use shaadi ka proposal diya tha, aur Trupti ne—Rahul ke pressure aur apne andar ki laachari mein—‘haan’ bol diya tha. Abhay ab use apni aane wali patni maanta tha. Woh is baat se bilkul anjaan tha ki uski “fiancée” har raat apne hi sage bete ke neeche let kar chudti hai aur subah kitchen counter par uska cum le rahi hoti hai.
Trupti ne taxi li aur Khanna Mansion se kaafi door, shehar ke doosre kone waale mall ki taraf nikal gayi.
Mall ke aage crowd ke beech Abhay khada tha. Dark blue jeans, crisp white shirt, aur haath mein do movie tickets. Jab uski nazar Trupti par padi, toh uske chehre par woh pure, genuine smile aa gayi jo Rahul ke shikaari chehre par kabhi nahi aati thi.
“Itni der laga di Trupti...” Abhay ne soft aawaz mein kaha aur aage badh kar Trupti ka haath pakad liya. Usne Trupti ki haseen rangat ko dekha. “Kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho aaj.”
Trupti ne halka sa muskurate hue uska haath daba diya. “Main bhi tumhe miss kar rahi thi, Abhay.”
Dono pehle thodi der mall mein ghoomte rahe. Abhay ne use ek bakery se chocolate pastry khilayi aur ek soft pink silk scarf kharid kar diya. “Shaadi ke baad jab hum humare ghar jayenge, tab pehenna,” usne has kar kaha. Trupti ne sirf ek jhoothi muskurahat se jawab diya, lekin uske dil ke andar ek teekhi chubhan hui.
Phir woh dono movie theatre ke andar chale gaye.
Theatre ka hall thanda aur andhera tha. Movie shuru hone mein abhi kuch minutes baaki the. Abhay ne hamesha ki tarah last row ke sabse corner waale do seats book kiye the, jahan aas-paas koi nahi tha. Dono baith gaye. Lights dheere-dheere dim ho gayi.
Movie shuru hui—ek romantic love story. Pehle 15 minute toh dono chupchap screen dekhte rahe. Phir Abhay ne dheere se Trupti ka naram haath pakda aur apni thigh par rakh liya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ki ungliyon ke beech phans gayi.
Dheere-dheere Abhay ka haath Trupti ki jeans par aakar uski jaangh ko halka sa press karne laga. Trupti ne screen se nazar nahi hatayi, lekin uski saans thodi tez hone lagi.
Abhay Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuka. “Aaj movie dekhne ka bilkul mann nahi hai... tumhare paas hone se mera dhyaan bhatak raha hai.”
Trupti ne gardan mod kar use dekha. "Abhay... yeh theatre hai..."
Abhay ne jawab mein Trupti ke chehre ko dono haathon mein bhara aur uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye.
A kiss was soft, loving, and deeply romantic. Pehle sirf hothon ki halki ragad, phir Abhay ki jeebh Trupti ke soft hothon ko kholti hui andar chali gayi. Trupti ne bhi aahista se uski jeebh ko choosa. Unka kiss gehra hota gaya. Theatre ke andhere mein unke hothon ke milne ki halki, wet 'slurp' aawaz gum ho gayi.
Abhay ka haath Trupti ki peach kurti ke andar chala gaya. Usne kurti ke kapde ke neeche se Trupti ke left boob ko bra ke upar se daba diya. Ek soft, gentle press. Phir usne Trupti ki bra ke cup ko thoda sa neeche sarqa diya aur seedha uske nange, garam boob ko apni mutthi mein bhar liya. Uski ungliyan Trupti ke tight nipple ke aaspas ghoomne lagi.
Trupti ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uske gale se ek halki si siskari nikli—"Mmm..." Woh Abhay ke is loving touch mein kho rahi thi, lekin uske dimaag ke kisi kone mein subah ka scene chal raha tha—Rahul ka brutal lund uski choot mein, kitchen counter par jhatke, aur Sanjeev ki aawaz. Ek taraf uske bete ka hawas bhara kabza, doosri taraf is mard ka sachha pyar.
Abhay ne kiss toda. Usne Trupti ke kaan mein phusphusaya, “Thoda aage jhuk jao na, jaan... please.”





Trupti ne theatre ke andhere ka faayda uthate hue seat par thoda aage jhuk kar apne dono pairon ko thoda chauda kar diya. Abhay ne Trupti ki kurti ke buttons ek-ek karke khol diye. Usne bra ke dono cups ko neeche kar diya. Dark hall ki halki screen-light mein Trupti ke bhare hue, 38-inch ke gora boobs poori tarah bahar nikal aaye.
Abhay ne jhuk kar apna muh Trupti ke left nipple par rakh diya.
Usne nipple ko apne hothon mein bhar kar choosna shuru kiya. Pehle halka, phir thoda zor se. Uski jeebh nipple ke gher par ghoom rahi thi, uspar thook laga kar use aur wet kar rahi thi. Doosre haath se woh Trupti ke doosre boob ko daba raha tha.
"Ahh... Abhay..." Trupti ke hothon se ek dabi hui siskari nikal gayi. Usne apne dono haath Abhay ke baalon mein phansa liye aur uske sar ko apne boobs se aur tight chipka liya. Abhay ka choosna behad gentle tha—koi dard nahi, koi bite marks nahi, sirf ajeeb sa sukoon. Trupti ka jism garam hone laga. Uske legs ke beech uski panty halki geeli hone lagi.
Abhay ne doosre boob ko bhi usi tarah muh mein le kar choosa. Usne Trupti ke nipples ko apni ungliyon se press kiya, unpar kissing ki, aur unhe soft bite kiya. Trupti ki saansein tez ho gayi thi.
Tabhi Abhay ne Trupti ke gaalon ko pakda aur uske kaan mein phusphusaya, "Main aur sabr nahi kar sakta, Trupti... mujhe tumhara ras peena hai. Please... niche aao na."
Trupti ne ek pal ke liye theatre ke andhere mein aas-paas dekha. Last row bilkul khali thi. Screen par ek loud romantic song chal raha tha, jisse baki aawazein dab sakti thi. Trupti ke andar ka tharak aur Abhay ko khush karne ki chah ek saath ubal aayi.





Trupti seat se neeche sarqi aur floor par Abhay ki jaanghon ke beech apne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi.
Abhay ne jaldi se apni jeans ka button khola aur zip neeche ki. Uske underwear ke andar se uska 6-inch ka tana hua lund bahar nikal aaya. Woh Rahul jitna mota ya lamba nahi tha, lekin completely erect aur garam tha.
Trupti ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke Abhay ke lund ko apne dono naram haathon mein pakad liya. Usne lund ke supar-cap par ek soft kiss kiya.
"Mmm... Trupti..." Abhay ke muh se ek aah nikli.
Trupti ne apna muh poora khola aur Abhay ke lund ko andar le liya. Usne apne hothon ko uske lund ke shahtoot par tight wrap kiya aur aage-peeche move hone lagi. Uska muh garam aur wet tha. Uski jeebh Abhay ke lund ke neeche waale hisse ko chaat rahi thi.
Slurp... Sucking sounds...
Theatre ke romantic song ki loud music ke neeche Trupti ke blowjob ki geeli aawazein dabi rahi. Trupti ne lund ko thoda gehra liya, apni gaal ko andar ki taraf khinch kar zor-zor se suck karne lagi. Uske haath Abhay ki jaanghon ko pakde hue the.
Abhay ne Trupti ke baalon ko pakad kar halka sa support diya. "Ahhh... jaan... tum itna achha blowjob kaise deti ho... oh God..." Uska jism thar-thar kaamp raha tha. Trupti ka deep-throat aur uski wet jeebh ka jaadu Abhay ko behosh kar raha tha. Trupti ne apni speed badha di. Uska sar aage-peeche ho raha tha, uske hoth Abhay ke lund ki patti par ragad khate hue ek rhythmic sucking sound nikaal rahe the.
Abhay ke lund ki nerves phool gayi. "Trupti... main... main nikalne wala hoon! Main bahar nikaal doon?"
Trupti ne blowjob roke bina apni aankhein upar uthai aur andhere mein Abhay ko dekha. Usne apna muh bahar nahi nikala—balki lund ko aur gehra andar pakad liya aur apna gala khol diya. Usne ishara kiya ki woh cum andar legi.
Abhay ab aur sabr nahi kar saka. Usne Trupti ke sar ko pakda aur teen-chaar gehre jhatke maare.
Pulse... Pulse...
Abhay ka garam, patla cum Trupti ke muh ke andar shoot hone laga. Trupti ne bina kisi nafrat ke Abhay ke cum ko apni jeebh par jhela aur use ek hi ghoont mein gulp karke nigal gayi. Usne Abhay ke lund ki cap ko aakhiri baar apni jeebh se poora chaat kar saaf kiya, jaise koi ice-cream chaat raha ho.
Abhay ne ek gehri saans chhodi aur back seat par tik gaya, uska jism relaxed ho gaya tha. "You are amazing, Trupti... I love you so much."
Trupti uth kar wapas apni seat par baith gayi. Usne apne hothon ko napkin se pocha, kurti ke buttons band kiye, aur bra ko set kiya. Uske muh mein abhi bhi Abhay ke cum ka taste tha.
“Main bhi tumse pyar karti hoon, Abhay...” Trupti ne soft aawaz mein kaha, aur uske maathe par kiss kiya.
Lekin uske dil ke andar ek bhari, kaala bojh tha. Abhay ko nahi pata tha ki uski future wife ke jism par uske future devar (jo asl mein uska apna beta hai) ke bite marks hain. Use nahi pata tha ki subah hi uski choot mein kisi aur ka cum tha, aur aaj shaam woh kisi aur ke lund ka ras nigal rahi hai.
Movie khatam hui. Theatre ki lights on ho gayi.
Abhay ne Trupti ka haath pakda aur bahar nikal aaye. Usne Trupti ko ice-cream khilayi, thodi der baatein ki, aur phir use ek safe taxi mein bitha diya.
“Ghar safely pahunchna jaan. Kal milte hain,” Abhay ne muskurate hue kaha.
Taxi start hui. Trupti ne window se bahar dekha. Uski aankhon mein aasu aa gaye the. Ek taraf Abhay ka yeh innocent, sacha pyar... aur doosri taraf Rahul ka woh bhayanak, possessive aur incestuous kabza. Aur un dono ke beech woh khud—jo ek rani ki tarah dono ko apne jism se nacha rahi thi, lekin andar se poori tarah toot chuki thi.
Taxi Khanna Mansion ke gate par ruki. Trupti ne fare diya aur ghar ke andar kadam rakha.
Andar jaate hi uske phone par vibration hui.
Rahul ka message:
“Theatre mein enjoy kiya na Mom? Ab jaldi se mere kamre mein aao. Raat ka khel abhi shuru hona baaki hai.”
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li. Uske jism mein ek baar phir darr aur tharak ka nasha daud gaya.
Aaj raat phir se uska beta use chodega.
Aur kal phir se Abhay ka pyar use sambhalega.
Dono ke beech woh poori tarah se phans chuki thi.

Raat ke 9:45 baj rahe the.
Trupti mall aur theatre ke us haseen, lekin jhoothe sapne se laut kar seedha Khanna Mansion ke apne master bedroom mein chali gayi. Uski har ek chaal mein thakan aur ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi. Usne apni peach-coloured kurti aur jeans utaar kar ek patli, dark maroon rang ki satin nighty pehen li. Nighty ka kapda behad halka aur transparent sa tha, jo uske bhare hue 38-inch boobs aur patli kamar ki shape ko poori tarah ubhar raha tha.
Mirror ke saamne khade hokar usne apne hothon ko dekha—abhi bhi thode sujay hue aur laal the Abhay ke soft kisses aur uske blowjob ke jhatkon se. Uske boobs par Abhay ke halka se dante aur jeebh ke nishaan the, jo satin ke neeche se jhalak rahe the.
Usne bathroom mein jaakar thande paani se apna face wash kiya, lekin uske dimaag se theatre ka woh scene nikal hi nahi raha tha. Abhay ki woh soft jeebh, uske nipples ko behad pyar se choosna, aur uska woh masoom promise—*"Shaadi ke baad har raat aise hi tumhe choosunga..."*
*Tak... Tak...*
Trupti ke bedroom ke darwaze par halki si, dabi hui dastak hui. Uski saans ek pal ke liye aatak gayi.
Darwaza dheere se khula aur Rahul andar dakhil hua. Usne turant darwaze ki kundi andar se laga di. Aaj usne koi t-shirt nahi pehni thi—sirf ek loose black shorts. Uske chaude, muscular kandhe, tight abs aur seene ke bal raat ki dim light mein chamak rahe the. Uski kaali, shikaari aankhon mein woh shaitani chamak thi jo Trupti ab behad achhi tarah pehchanne lagi thi.
“Theatre se enjoy karke aa gayi, Mom?” Rahul ne room ke beech mein khade hokar, behad thandi aur rone waali aawaz mein seedha poocha.
Trupti ka chehra ekdam zard pad gaya. Usne nighty ke straps ko tight pakad liya. “K-Kaise pata... tumhe?”
Rahul ne ek shaitani hansi hansi. “Maine tere phone mein silent GPS tracking pehle se on kar rakhi hai. Aur waise bhi... tera yeh chehra dekh kar pata chal jaata hai. Soft pink lipstick ab poori tarah smudge ho chuki hai... aur teri aankhon mein wahi tharak aur guilty chamak hai. Kiss kiya na usne tujhe?”
Trupti ne apni gardan neeche jhuka li, uski nazrein flooring par tiki thi. “Rahul... please... aaj raat mujhe chhod do... main bahut thak gayi hoon...”
Rahul ne do kadam aage badhaaye aur Trupti ke bilkul samne aakar khada ho gaya. Usne apni do ungliyon se Trupti ki chin ko pakad kar uska chehra upar uthaya. Uske chehre par koi reham nahi tha.
“Bata mujhe. Poori kahani. Har ek detail,” Rahul ne Trupti ki aankhon mein aag daalte hue kaha. “Kahan-kahan haath lagaya usne? Kahan-kahan choosa? Kya-kya kaha usne tere jism ke saath khelte hue? Ek-ek baat mujhe abhi batayegi tu.”
Trupti ki aankhein aasuon se bhar gayi, lekin uske hothon par ek ajeeb sa darr aur tharak ka mix khauf tha. “Woh... movie ke dauran... usne pehle mera naram haath pakda. Phir usne mujhe apni taraf khincha aur... mere hothon par kiss kiya. Behad soft... loving kiss...”
Rahul ne Trupti ke jaw ko thoda aur tight pakda. Usne apna doosra haath aage badha kar Trupti ki maroon satin nighty ke dono straps ko ek saath neeche ki taraf khinch diya.
*Slipp...*
Satin ki nighty Trupti ki smooth skin se phisalti hui uski kamar tak gir gayi. Peeche koi bra nahi thi—Trupti ke dono 38-inch ke gora, bhare hue aur garam boobs poori tarah Rahul ki shikaari nazron ke samne nange ho gaye. Unki shapes par light dim roshni mein Abhay ke choosne se bane halka sa wetness abhi bhi chamak rahi thi.
Rahul ne Trupti ke nange jism ko sar se paon tak dekha. Uske hothon par ek vishaili muskaan aayi. “Wah, Mom... kitni haseen lag rahi ho apni is raand jaisi nighty mein. Aisa lag raha hai jaise tu mere liye hi pehle se nangi hokar baithi thi.”
Rahul ne Trupti ke left boob ke tight, pink nipple ko apni ungli se touch kiya aur use round-round ghumane laga. “Aur bataye... yahan bhi muh maara usne?”
Trupti ne apni aankhein band kar li, uski saansein phoolne lagi. “Haan... usne mere kurti ke buttons khol diye... bra ko ek taraf kiya... aur... aur usne dono boobs ko baari-baari apni mutthi mein bhara...”
Rahul ne Trupti ke nange boob ko poori mutthi mein le kar zor se dabaya. Trupti ke hothon se ek halki siskari nikli—"Mmmh!"
“Kaise choosa usne?” Rahul ne uske kaan ke paas apna muh lakar phusphusaya, uske daant Trupti ke earlobe ko chhoo rahe the. “Pyaar se? Ya meri tarah brutal tarike se?”
“Soft... behad soft...” Trupti ne kaampte hue confess kiya. “Uski jeebh... nipple ke aaspas ghoom rahi thi... usne pehle nipple ko thook se wet kiya... phir use poora apne muh mein bhar kar slow-slow suck karne laga...”
Rahul ki saans ekdam bhari ho gayi. Uske shorts ke andar uska 8-inch ka mota lund ekdam patthar jaisa hard ho gaya. Usne Trupti ko ek jhatke mein bed par phek diya. Trupti ki nighty uski jaanghon se upar saraq kar uske hips tak chali gayi. Uski nangi, gori jaanghein aur uske boobs bed par poori tarah expoed ho gaye.
Rahul Trupti ke upar aakar baith gaya. Usne apne dono haath Trupti ke dono nange boobs par rakh diye aur unhe behad berahmi se crush karne laga.
“Ab aur detail mein bata!” Rahul ne uske boobs ko masalte hue kaha, uski aawaz mein hawas daud rahi thi. “Pehle kaunsa boob liya usne apne muh mein? Kitni der tak choos raha tha woh tere is doodh se bhare hue boob ko? Aur tujhe... tujhe mere baap ki bahu hokar kisi doosre mard se apna boob chooswane mein maza aaya?”
Trupti ki aawaz kamp rahi thi, uski peeth bed se halki si uth rahi thi. “P-Pehle usne left waala boob liya... phir right waala... lagbhag 10-15 minute tak woh unhe baari-baari choosata raha... aur... aur haan... mujhe thoda maza... aane laga tha...”
Rahul ne ek jhatke mein jhuk kar Trupti ke left nipple ko apne poore muh mein bhar liya aur use behad berahmi se choosna shuru kar diya—bilkul Abhay ke opposite. Rahul ki jeebh aur uske daant Trupti ke sensitive nipple ko crush kar rahe the.
*Slurp... Bite... Slurp...*
“Ahhh! Rahul... d-daant mat lagao... ahh!” Trupti ne dabi hui cheekh maari. Usne apne dono haath Rahul ke muscular kandhon par rakh kar use thoda peeche karne ki koshish ki, lekin Rahul ne Trupti ke dono haathon ko pakad kar unhe uske sar ke upar bed par tight daba diya.
Rahul ne muh hata kar Trupti ki lal, sujhe hue nipple par apni thook chhod di. “Ab bata... kya kaha usne tera yeh boob chooste waqt?”
“Usne... usne meri aankhon mein dekha...” Trupti ki saans ukhad rahi thi. “Aur usne kaha ki... shaadi ke baad har raat... woh mere dono boobs ko aise hi choosa karega...”
Rahul behad zor se has pada. Uski hansi mein koi mamta ya pyar nahi tha—sirf ek ajeeb sa dominance tha. “Shaadi? Woh bhenchod abhi bhi sochta hai ki tu usse shaadi karegi? Woh soch raha hai ki tu uski wife banegi, jabki tu har raat apne hi bete ke lund par chudti hai! Kitna bada chutiya hai woh!”
Rahul ne ek haath se apne black shorts ko neeche sarak diya. Uska mota, phula hua aur garam lund bahar nikal aaya, jo hawa mein jhatke kha raha tha. Usne Trupti ke leg pieces ko pakad kar unhe poori tarah chauda kar diya. Peeche satin nighty poori saraq chuki thi, aur Trupti ki geeli choot poori tarah Rahul ke samne nangi thi.
Bina kisi warning ke, Rahul ne apne lund ke supar-cap ko Trupti ki choot par rakha aur ek hi violent jhatke mein poora andar dhas diya.
*Phattt!*
“Ahhhh! Rahul!” Trupti ki peeth poori tarah bed se hawa mein uth gayi. Usne apni aankhein zor se band kar li. Rahul ka 8-inch ka mota shaft uski choot ki narrow walls ko phadta hua seedha uske uterus ke mouth se ja takraya. Uski choot mein Abhay ke pyar ki jagah Rahul ka garam, laal lund poori tarah lock ho chuka tha.
Rahul ne bina kisi rukawat ke gehre, tez aur brutal strokes marna shuru kar diye. Bed ki springs har dhakke ke saath aawaz karne lagi—*Creek... Creek... Creek...*
“Bata mujhe!” Rahul ne har dhakke ke saath uske kaan mein pucha. “Jab woh tera boob choos raha tha... toh tera haath kahan tha?”
*Thapp!*
“U-Uske... uske baalon mein...” Trupti ki aawaz jhatkon ke saath nikal rahi thi. “Main... main uska sar apne boobs se chipka kar rakhi hui thi...”
*Thapp!*
“Aur tera touch kaisa lag raha tha use? Mere se zyada soft?” Rahul ne ek behad gehra dhakka maara jo Trupti ki choot ke sabse aakhiri kone ko hit kiya.
Trupti ne tadapte hue jawab diya, “H-Haan... uska touch soft tha... lekin...”
“Lekin kya, Mom? Bol!” Rahul ne uski kamar ko dono haatho se pakad kar aur tez jhatke maare.
“Lekin... tera lund... tera lund mujhe poori tarah phad deta hai... tera nasha alag hai, Rahul!” Trupti ne aakhirkaar apni hawas ko accept karte hue ronte hue kaha.
Rahul ki speed ab behad violent ho chuki thi. Uska nanga, sweaty jism Trupti ke nange, bhare hue jism se baar-baar takra raha tha. Uske boobs har dhakke ke saath hawa mein uchal rahe the. Rahul ne jhuk kar Trupti ke hothon ko apne muh mein bhar liya aur ek behad wet, passionate kiss shuru kar di. Unki jeebh ek doosre ke thook se lapat gayi.
Rahul ne dhakke maarte hue Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha:
“Ab se jab bhi woh Abhay tera boob choosega... tujhe yaad aayega ki raat ko tera beta tujhe kaise bed par patak kar chodta hai. Jab woh tere hothon ko soft kiss karega, tujhe mere cum ka taste yaad aayega. Samjhi tu?”
Trupti ne sirf apna sar haan mein hila paayi. Uski choot Rahul ke lund ko tightly squeeze karne lagi thi. Uska poora jism ek violent orgasm ke kareeb pahunch chuka tha.
“Bata... theatre mein aur kya kiya tune uske saath?” Rahul ne aakhiri violent strokes maarte hue pucha.
“M-Maine... maine seat se neeche baith kar... uska lund apne muh mein liya tha...” Trupti ne poori tarah toot kar confess kar diya. “Maine uska cum apne muh mein nigala tha...”
Rahul ki putliyan aag se bhar gayi. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko pakad kar teen behad gehre, akhri jhatke maare.
*Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!*
Rahul ne apne lund ko Trupti ki choot mein andar tak lock kar diya aur apna garam, gaadha aur behad mota cum Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre kone mein shoot karne laga.
*Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...*
Trupti ka jism bhi usi second ek behad khaufnaak orgasm se kaamp utha. Uski choot ke muscles Rahul ke lund ko baar-baar squeeze karne lage, aur usne apna garam paani apne hi bete ke lund par chhod diya. Dono bed par ek doosre se chipke hue, behad bhari saansein lene lage.
Rahul ne kuch minutes baad apna lund bahar nikala. *Plop!* Uska white, gaadha cum Trupti ki jaanghon par behne laga. Usne apne shorts pehne, Trupti ke nange boobs ko ek aakhiri baar tight press kiya, aur ek shaitani muskaan ke saath room ki kundi khol kar bahar nikal gaya.
Trupti bed par nangi, aadhi nighty mein leti rahi. Uski jaanghon ke beech se Rahul ka cum bedsheet par tapak raha tha. Uski aankhon se aasu beh rahe the—lekin un aasuon mein sirf guilt nahi tha, balki ek ajeeb sa, andhera aur nashila satisfaction tha.
Abhay ka woh soft, masoom pyar...
Rahul ka yeh bhayanak, incestuous kabza...
Aur un dono ke beech woh khud—ek aisi aurat jo ab do alag duniye ke nasha ko ek saath jee rahi thi.


Subah ke 8:15 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke vishal dining room mein subah ki thandhi dhoop kaanch ki badi khidkiyon se hokar aalishaan marble ke floor par phail rahi thi. Dining table par phir se wahi rasmi, ghutan-bhara mahaul qaaim tha. Sanjeev table ke head par baitha hua tha, uske haath mein news-paper khula tha, lekin uski aadat ke mutabiq uski nazrein akhbar ki khabron par kam aur aas-paas ke mahaul par zyaada thi.
Uske theek samne Rahul baitha tha, white t-shirt aur pyjama pehne hue, bilkul relaxed. Aur un dono ke beech Trupti silent tarike se chai ke cups aur hot breakfast ke trays arrange kar rahi thi.
Trupti ne aaj ek simple cream-coloured ki georgette saree pehni thi, jiska blouse thoda ooncha tha taaki kal raat ke Rahul ke daanton ke gehre bite marks poori tarah se chhip sakein. Raat waale bhayanak aur brutal jhatkon ke nishaan ab halka pad chuke the, lekin Trupti ke jism ke har ek kone mein—uski jaanghon ke beech aur uske sensitive nipples par—abhi bhi ek ajeeb si thakan, dard aur hyper-sensitivity thi.
Jab bhi woh kettle uthate hue Rahul ke chair ke paas se guzarti, uska jism apne aap thoda taut ho jaata, uski saansein ruk si jaati. Uski choot ke andar abhi bhi subah ke wash ke bawajood Rahul ke cum ki wo familiar garmi feel ho rahi thi.
Sanjeev ne newspaper ko thoda sa neeche kiya. Uski sharp, business-minded aankhein Trupti ke kaampte hue haathon aur uske shant chehre par aakar ruk gayi.
“Trupti, kal raat tum bahut late soyi ho na?” Sanjeev ne sudden, bhari aawaz mein kaha. “Main raat ko do baar uth kar dekha... tum bed par nahi thi.”
Trupti ke haath mein pakdi hui ceramic kettle halki si hili, chai ki do boond table-cloth par gir gayi. Usne jaldi se apne aap ko sambhala.
“J-Ji... wo mujhe thodi der se neend aayi,” Trupti ne nazrein neeche rakhte hue phusphusaya. “Bhari headache tha, isliye main thodi der drawing room mein baith kar thandhi hawa le rahi thi...”
Sanjeev ne akhbar ko poori tarah table par rakh diya. Uski gambhir aankhein Trupti ke chehre ke ek-ek muscle ko scan kar rahi thi.
“Headache? Tumhari aankhon ke neeche halki si sujan hai Trupti. Aur... tumhara behaviour pichle kuch dino se mujhe kaafi badla hua lag raha hai. Jab se Rahul wapas aaya hai, tum uske samne aate hi achanak... thodi tense aur nervous ho jaati ho.”
Trupti ne chai ka cup Sanjeev ke samne rakha, uski ungliyan cup se takrakar halki si kaampi. Usne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake normal, ek dutiful wife ki tarah rakhne ki koshish ki, “Aap... aap zyaada soch rahe hain Sanjeev. College ke final year ke exams abhi khatam hue hain, aur summer vacation mein ghar ke kaam... bas thakan hai aur kuch nahi.”




Rahul ne chupchap apne toast par butter lagate hue dono ki baat suni. Uske hothon ke kone par ek behad halki, shaitani aur victorious smile aayi. Usne apni maa ki ghabrahat aur apne baap ke dimaag mein panapte hue shak ko behad kareeb se dekha.
Sanjeev ne Rahul ki taraf dekha. “Rahul, beta... tum apni maa se baat karo. Mujhe lagta hai shaadi ke itne saalon baad achanak studies restart karne ka pressure inpar aa raha hai. Tum dono college ke baare mein discuss kar liya karo.”
Rahul ne apni kaali, shikaari aankhein Trupti ke bhare hue jism par tikaate hue thandi aawaz mein jawab diya, “Main dekh lunga, Dad. Maa thodi overthink karti hain kabhi-kabhi. Main inka saara pressure door kar dunga.”
Rahul ke is double-meaning sentence ne Trupti ki reeth ki haddi mein ek thandhi aag dauda di. Usne jaldi se tray uthayi aur kitchen ki taraf badh gayi. Kitchen ke andhere kone mein khade hokar usne apni chhati par haath rakha. Uske haath thar-thar kaamp rahe the. Sanjeev ki nazrein ab pehle jaisi andhi nahi thi... wo surface ke neeche ke cracks ko dekhne laga tha.
Dopahar ke 1:00 baje Sanjeev urgent client meeting ke silsile mein office nikal gaya. Khanna Mansion mein phir se wohi bhari, ghutan-bhari khamoshi chha gayi.
Trupti drawing room ke sofa par baithi hui sofa covers ko sahi kar rahi thi, jab peeche se Rahul ke kadmon ki silent aahat hui. Usne drawing room ka bhari wooden door andar se lock kar diya.
Rahul seedha Trupti ke samne aakar khada ho gaya. Uske jism se ek mardana garmi aur dominance ki mehak aa rahi thi.
“Dad ko shak hone laga hai Mom...” Rahul ne behad halki, phusphusate hue tone mein kaha.
Trupti ne uth kar ghabrahat mein Rahul ka haath pakad liya. “Isliye toh main keh rahi hoon Rahul... please thoda control karo! Agar Sanjeev ko thoda sa bhi pata chala toh hum sab barbaad ho jayenge—”
Rahul ne Trupti ka muh apne chaude haath se forcibly dabocha. Usne Trupti ko sofa par peeche ki taraf push kar diya.
“Control? Main kyun control karoon?” Rahul ne Trupti ke kaan ke paas jhuk kar dabi hui, brutal aawaz mein kaha. “Agar mere baap ko shak ho raha hai, toh use shak hone do. Khatre ka yeh khel hi toh mujhe sabse zyaada nasha deta hai. Aur sun... aaj raat main master bedroom mein bilkul nahi aaunga.”
Trupti ki aankhein darr se phail gayi. Usne Rahul ke haath ke neeche se bolne ki koshish ki, “Mmmf... kya?”
“Aaj raat tu khud mere kamre mein aayegi,” Rahul ne uske gaal ko tight press karte hue command diya. “Dad 11 baje ke baad behosh hokar so jaate hain. Tu 11:30 baje mere room ka darwaza khol kar andar aayegi. Aur agar tu nahi aayi... toh main khud master bedroom mein ghus kar Dad ke samne se tujhe baalon se pakad kar utha launga.”
Usne Trupti ke muh se haath hataya aur jhuk kar uske sujhe hue, soft hothon par ek behad wet aur possessive kiss chhod diya, apni jeebh Trupti ke muh mein daal kar uske thook ko choosa.
“Aur haan... kal jo theatre mein us Abhay ke saath hua tha... tune sirf aadhi kahani sunayi hai. Woh tera boob chooste waqt tera haath kitna betaab tha, woh poori baat aaj raat mere room mein karegi tu.”
Rahul sofa se utha aur apne room ki taraf chala gaya.
Trupti sofa par leti hui haampne lagi. Uski saans teez chal rahi thi. Ek taraf pati Sanjeev ka badhta hua shak, doosri taraf apne hi bete Rahul ka yeh jaanleva aur incestuous pressure, aur teesri taraf Abhay ka woh innocent, masoom pyar... teen alag-alag dishaayein uske jism aur aatma ko beech se cheer rahi thi.
Shaam ko Sanjeev ghar wapas lauta. Dinner ke table par woh kaafi khamosh tha. Khaana khate waqt usne sudden Trupti ke right hand ki taraf dekha.
“Trupti... tumhare haath mein yeh naya silver ring kab se hai?” Sanjeev ne achanak poocha.
Trupti ke haath se chammach plate par girne se bacha. Usne apne right hand ki index finger ko dekha. Abhay ne kal shopping ke dauran use yeh simple, pyari si silver ring gift ki thi aur uske haath mein pehna di thi. Trupti ne socha tha Sanjeev aisi chhoti cheez notice nahi karega.
“Yeh... yeh college ki ek female friend ne diya tha. Uska delayed birthday gift tha,” Trupti ne nazrein jhuka kar jhooth bola.
Sanjeev ne bas ek thanda “Hmm” kaha. Lekin uski teekhi nazrein Trupti ki ungli par tikki rahi, jaise wo us jhooth ke peeche ke sach ko padhna chahta ho.
Raat ke 11:20 baj rahe the.
Master bedroom mein Sanjeev peeth ke bal leta hua, behosh jaisi neend mein so chuka tha. Uski bhari saansein room mein goonj rahi thi.
Trupti bed par leti hui thi, uski aankhein andhere mein khuli thi. Uska dil ek paagal pakshi ki tarah uski chhati mein dhadak raha tha. Tabhi side table par rakhe uske phone par vibration hui.
Rahul ka text message:
“5 minute hain tere paas. Mere room mein aa, nahi toh main Dad ko jaga kar wahan aata hoon.”
Trupti ki aakhein khauf aur tharak se bhar gayi. Usne dheere se bedsheet hatayi. Usne wahi maroon satin nighty pehen rakhi thi jo Rahul ko pasand thi. Woh bilkul silent tarike se master bedroom se bahar nikli. Corridor mein poora sannata tha. Uski nangi rangat aur satin nighty andhere mein chamak rahi thi.
Usne Rahul ke room ke paas pahunch kar darwaza dheere se dhakela.
Rahul bed par baitha hua tha, sirf shorts mein. Uska nanga, muscular chest aur abs dim light mein shine kar rahe the. Usne Trupti ke andar aate hi darwaza band kiya aur andar se heavy lock laga diya.
“Aa gayi...” Rahul ke chehre par ek behad ghamand aur satisfaction ki smile aayi.
Trupti uske samne khadi thi, haath peeche kiye hue, uski saansein ukhad rahi thi. “Rahul... please... agar Sanjeev uth gaye aur unhe pata chal gaya—”
Rahul ne ek hi jhatke mein Trupti ko apni taraf khincha aur use apne garam, nange seene se daba liya.
“Pata nahi chalega. Aur agar chal bhi gaya, toh wo tera beta nahi, main tera maalik hoon,” Rahul ne thandi aawaz mein kaha. “Ab bata... theatre mein jab woh Abhay tera boob apne muh mein le kar choos raha tha... toh teri choot mein kitna paani aaya tha? Ek-ek detail bata. Aur aaj raat... main tujhe bed par ulta patak kar lunga.”
Rahul ne bina koi waqt ganwaye Trupti ke satin nighty ke straps ko neeche gira diya. Satin ka kapda phisalta hua flooring par ja gira. Trupti ab Rahul ke bedroom ke bed ke samne poori tarah nangi khadi thi—uski 38-inch ki bhari chhatiyan, uski patli kamar, aur uski gori jaanghein.
Ghar ke doosre hisse mein soye hue pati Sanjeev se bilkul anjaan, maa aur bete ka yeh naya, gehra aur aag se bhara taboo khel ab shuru ho chuka tha.
Khanna Mansion ke closed doors ke peeche, aag ab poori tarah bhadak chuki thi.


Subah ke 8:40 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke grand dining hall mein subah ki dhoop heavy silk curtains se chhan kar aalishaan dining table par pad rahi thi. Table par roz ki tarah aalishaan breakfast aur garam chai sajaye gaye the, lekin mahaul mein ek ajeeb sa, bhaari tanaav tha.
Sanjeev table ke head par baitha hua tha, aaj pichle do dino se zyada serious aur khoi-khoi rangat mein. Usne newspaper apne samne failaya hua tha, lekin uski teekhi, tajurbe-kar aankhein khabron ko kam aur Trupti ke ek-ek kadam ko zyada notice kar rahi thi. Pichle do dino se Trupti ke behaviour mein jo subtle, par saaf badlaav aaye the—uska har baat par halka sa flinch karna, nervous glances, late night bedrooms se missing hona—woh Sanjeev ke sharp business dimaag mein continuously ghum rahe the.
Trupti table par chai serve kar rahi thi. Aaj usne ek behad soft, light-blue georgette saree pehni thi. Blouse ki fitting tight thi, lekin saree ke neeche usne aaj koi panty nahi pehni thi. Rahul ne kal raat apne room mein strict aur clear instructions diye the—“Subah jab table par aayegi, toh neeche bilkul nangi aayegi. Mujhe meri Mom bina kisi rukaawat ke chahiye.”
Saree ka naram kapda Trupti ki nangi, gori jaanghon par seedha touch ho raha tha. Har ek kadam ke saath use apni choot mein ek ajeeb sa thandak aur bhayankar tharak feel ho raha tha.
Rahul table ke doosre side par baitha tha, casual white shirt ke sleeves ko rolled up kiye, ek haath se apna phone scroll karte hue. Uski aankhein bilkul relaxed aur masoom dikh rahi thi, jaise koi shareef beta ho. Lekin Trupti behad achhi tarah jaanti thi ki us masoom chehre ke peeche kitna shaitan dimaag aur hawas bhara pada hai.
Sanjeev ne newspaper se nazar hataaye bina, apni thandi, bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Trupti... aaj subah tumhari awaaz thodi kamzor aur kaampthi hui lag rahi hai. Health theek toh hai na tumhari? Tumhare chehre ka rang bhi udha hua hai.”
Trupti ke haath mein pakdi hui glass saucer halki si kharkharayi. Usne jaldi se cup table par rakha. “J-Ji Sanjeev... main bilkul theek hoon. Bas thodi neend poori nahi hui, isliye...” Uski aawaz mein halka sa kampna saaf mehsoos ho raha tha.
Tabhi table ke neeche, Rahul ne dheere se apna right leg aage badhaya. Uske leather slipper ki tip Trupti ki nangi, gori leg par aakar ragadne lagi. Rahul ne apna paon Trupti ki saree ke neeche se thoda upar sarqa diya aur uske ankle se hote hue uski calf muscle ko press kiya. Usne apni aankhon ke kone se Trupti ko dekha aur halka sa ishara kiya—Neeche aa.
Trupti ka dil ekdam se zor se dhadakne laga. Uski saans atke jaisi ho gayi. Usne ek nazar Sanjeev par daali—Sanjeev newspaper ke page ko turn kar raha tha, uska poora dhyaan financial news par tha. Rahul ne table ke neeche se Trupti ki leg ko aur zor se daba kar ishara kiya, is baar thoda aggressive aur tez.
Trupti ne tray ko table par rakha aur apni kaampthi aawaz mein bola, “Main... kitchen se fresh toast dekh kar aati hoon, thoda thanda ho gaya hai...”
Trupti kitchen ki taraf badhne ka natak karte hue thoda aage gayi, lekin phir dining table ke peeche se ghum kar seedha Rahul ke side aa gayi. Dining table par laid-out tablecloth behad lambi thi—pure white damask silk, jo almost floor ko touch kar rahi thi aur neeche ka poora aahaata ek andhere hideout mein badal chuki thi.
Trupti ne ek behad gehre, bhari saans li. Uski kamar ke neeche nangi choot mein ek teekha tharak ka jhatka laga. Usne silent tarike se silk tablecloth ka kone thoda uthaya aur dheere se dining table ke neeche ghus gayi.





Tablecloth neeche girte hi poora andhera chha gaya. Table ke neeche ki jagah behad tight aur enclosed thi. Trupti marble floor par apne ghutnon ke bal baith gayi. Rahul ke nange pairon ke samne uski saree ka pallu phail gaya.
Rahul ne already apne loose casual shorts ki zip neeche bajayi hui thi. Uska 8-inch ka mota, phula hua lund underwear se bahar nikal kar aadha erect ho chuka tha, uski nasein ubhari hui thi. Lekin jaise hi Trupti ke garam, kaampte hue haathon ne uske lund ko pakda, Rahul ka shaft ekdam patthar jaisa hard aur garam ho gaya.
Upar se Sanjeev ki bhari, authoritative aawaz table ke upar se saaf goonj rahi thi. “Rahul, San Francisco ke board meeting ke baare mein socha tumne? Kal jo presentation humne prepare ki thi, use solid rakhna hoga. International board members behad strict hain.”
“Haan Dad, main poori tarah ready hoon,” Rahul ne upar se bilkul calm, normal aur professional tone mein jawab diya.
Lekin table ke neeche, Rahul ne apna ek haath hidden tarike se neeche Bheja aur Trupti ke baalon ko mutthi mein tightly pakad liya. Usne Trupti ke sar ko aage dhakelte hue apne hard, tana hue lund ki tip ko Trupti ke soft hothon par press kar diya.
Trupti ne andhere mein apna muh poora khola. Rahul ka garam, mota lund uske hothon ke beech se hote hue uske garam muh ke andar dakhil ho gaya.
Slurp...
Trupti ne behad controlled aur silent tarike se suck karna shuru kiya. Uski wet jeebh Rahul ke lund ke supar-cap ke aaspas round-round ghoom rahi thi, uske thook se lund ki cap poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Phir woh apne hothon ko tight wrap karke lund ko aage-peeche lene lagi.
Upar Sanjeev ki aawaz continue thi. “Financial reports mein pichle quarter ke kuch gaps hain Rahul. Unhe hume USA departure se pehle hi fix karna hoga.”
Rahul ne newspaper par apni nazrein tikaaye rakhte hue jawab diya, “Haan Dad, main aane waale 2 dino mein saare gaps fix kar dunga, aap tension mat lijiye.”
Table ke neeche Rahul ke doosre haath ne Trupti ke baalon ke joodhe ko pakad rakha tha. Woh Trupti ke muh ko ek khiloone ki tarah control kar raha tha. Dheere-dheere Rahul apne hips ko thoda aage slide karke apne mota lund Trupti ke gale tak dhakel raha tha.
Gulp... Slurp...
Trupti ki aankhon se dard aur excitement ke aasu nikal kar uske gaalon par behne lage. Lekin usne bilkul aawaz nahi nikaali, kyunki Sanjeev ka paon unke bilkul paas hi rakha hua tha. Uska poora muh apne hi sage bete ke phule hue lund se bhara hua tha. Har baar jab Rahul lund ko gehra andar maarta, Trupti ka gala tight ho jata aur use lagta ki uski saans ruk jayegi.
Sanjeev ne newspaper ka page turn kiya. Rustle... Rustle...
“Trupti? Toast kahan reh gaya? Kitni der laga rahi ho tum aaj?” Sanjeev ne thodi irritate aawaz mein pucha.



Trupti ke dimaag mein panic daud gaya. Usne ghutnon ke bal khade-khade apni sucking ki speed dugni kar di. Uski jeebh Rahul ke lund ki underside patti ko tezi se chaatne lagi. Rahul ne Trupti ke sar ko aur tight daba kar apne lund ka poora head Trupti ke gale ke andar dhas diya.
Table ke neeche se wet sucking aur gagging ki behad halki gluck-gluck aawaz nikal rahi thi, lekin silk tablecloth ne un aawazon ko andar hi daba diya.
Rahul ki saans ab thodi teez aur bhari hone lagi thi, lekin usne apne chehre par bilkul normal expressions rakhe hue the. Usne Trupti ke muh se lund ko aadha bahar nikala, uske pre-cum se bhari cap ko Trupti ke sujhe hue hothon par ragda, aur phir ek hi gehre jhatke mein poora lund wapas gale tak ghusa diya.
“Jaldi kar Mom...” Rahul ne bilkul dheemi, phusphusati hui shaitani aawaz mein table ke neeche kaha.
Trupti ne apne dono naram haath Rahul ke muscular thighs par tight tika diye aur poori taqat se apni mouth-speed badha di. Uski jeebh, uske hoth aur uske throat ka internal pressure—sab kuch Rahul ko peak tak pahunchane ke liye kaam kar raha tha.
Kuch hi seconds ke andar Rahul ka poora jism ekdam tight ho gaya. Usne Trupti ke baalon ko tight pakad kar uske sar ko apne lund par lock kar diya.
Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...
Rahul ka garam, mota aur gaadha cum Trupti ke gale ke andar aur uske muh mein shoot hone laga. Ek ke baad ek garam jhatke Trupti ke mouth mein bharne lage. Trupti ne bina kisi rukawat ke, apna gala khol kar uske garam cum ko gulp... gulp... karke nigalna shuru kar diya.
Baaki jo cum nigla nahi gaya, woh uske soft hothon ke kone se nikal kar uski chin aur saree ke pallu par behne laga. Trupti ne jaldi se apni jeebh nikaal kar Rahul ke lund ke head ko poora chaat kar saaf kiya.
Rahul ne apne shorts ki zip band ki aur table ke neeche se Trupti ke bikhre hue baalon ko thoda set kiya.
Upar se Sanjeev ki aawaz phir aayi, “Trupti?! Tum sun rahi ho ya nahi?”
Trupti ne table ke neeche se silent tarike se nikal kar, saree ka pallu sambhalte hue jaldi se kitchen ki taraf kadam badhaye. Uski nangi jaanghein kaamp rahi thi, uske hoth laal aur sujhe hue the, aur uske gale mein abhi bhi Rahul ke cum ka woh teekha, garam taste basa hua tha. Usne kitchen ke mirror mein apna chehra dekha, chin par se white cum ko tissue se saaf kiya, toast ki plate li aur wapas dining table par aa gayi.
Sanjeev ne toast liya aur Trupti ke chehre ko dekhte hue kaha, “Itni der kyun lag gayi Trupti?”
“G-Gas ka burner slow chal raha tha Sanjeev... isliye,” Trupti ne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake normal karke jawab diya aur Rahul ke samne waali seat par baith gayi.
Rahul ne Trupti ki taraf dekha, uske hothon par ek vishaili, victorious muskaan thi. Uski aankhon mein clear message tha—Good girl, Mom.
Sanjeev newspaper padhne mein busy ho gaya. Use ratti bhar bhi andaaza nahi tha ki uski dharmpatni abhi kuch hi seconds pehle, unke hi khane ke table ke neeche, unke hi bete ka cum nigal kar unke samne aakar baithi hai.
Trupti ne chai ka sip liya. Uska haath abhi bhi halka sa kaamp raha tha. Uski saree ke neeche nangi choot se abhi bhi geela-pan ras raha tha.
Ghar ke is normal dikhne waale subah ke peeche jo incestuous paap chal raha tha, woh ab din-b-din behad gehra aur dangerous hota ja raha tha.
Aur unka USA departure ab sirf kuch hi dino ki doori par tha...

Raat ke 11:50 baj rahe the.
Khanna Mansion ke master bedroom mein Sanjeev gehri neend mein so raha tha. Uski saansein bhaari, regular aur eksoor thi. Kal subah 6:00 baje woh aur Rahul airport ke liye nikalne wale the—USA ke liye. Ek poora saal. Business studies, company expansion, aur international mergers ke silsile mein. Sanjeev shuruat ke kuch mahine saath rahega, phir beech-beech mein India aata-jaata rahega, lekin Rahul... woh poora ek saal wahan rahega.
Trupti bed ke kinare par baithi hui thi. Usne ek simple, jet-black satin ki nighty pehen rakhi thi. Uska dil chhati mein ek paagal pakshi ki tarah dhadak raha tha. Kal subah se yeh vishal Khanna Mansion, yeh bade-bade kamre, sirf uska aur iski khali walls ka hoga. Rahul ek saal ke liye door chala jaayega.
Tak...
Darwaze ka latch behad aahista se ghuma.
Rahul andar dakhil hua. Is baar usne koi kapda ya shorts nahi pehna tha—sirf ek white towel kamar ke aaspas lapeta hua tha. Usne silent tarike se darwaza band kiya aur andar se heavy lock laga diya. Phir woh slow, deliberate kadmon se Trupti ke paas aaya. Uske nange, muscular chest par sweat ki halki boondein chamak rahi thi.
“Kal subah 6 baje airport ke liye nikalna hai,” Rahul ne behad thandi, phusphusati hui aawaz mein kaha. “Ek saal, Mom. Poora ek saal.”
Trupti ne nazrein utha kar uski kaali, shikaari aankhon mein dekha. Uski apni aankhon mein khauf, guilt aur ek ajeeb sa khali-pan tair raha tha. “Rahul... itna lamba waqt...”
Rahul ne ek jhatke mein Trupti ki chin ko apni mutthi mein pakda. “Isliye aaj raat main tujhe itna yaad rakhne layak banaunga ki tu har raat mujhe apne andar feel karegi. Har subah jab uthegi, aur har baar jab tu mirror mein apna nanga jism dekhegi.”
Rahul ne bina koi waqt ganwaye Trupti ki black nighty ko dono haathon se pakda aur ek hi violent jhatke mein upar se kheench kar phadte hue utaar diya.
Rippp...
Satin ka kapda do tukdon mein bat kar flooring par ja gira. Trupti poori tarah nangi ho gayi—uski 38-inch ki bhari chhatiyan, uski patli kamar, aur uski nangi, gori jaanghein master bedroom ki dim light mein chamakne lagi.
Rahul ne apni kamar se towel bhi khol kar phek diya. Uska 8-inch ka mota, phula hua lund already ekdam patthar jaisa hard ho kar uski thigh par jhatke kha raha tha.
Rahul ne Trupti ko bed par nahi litaya. Usne Trupti ki baanh pakadi aur use bed se neeche kheench kar floor par bichhe hue bhari Turkish carpet ke upar phek diya—bilkul wahi jagah, bed ke theek bagal mein, jahan pehli raat unhone soye hue Sanjeev ke paas kiya tha. Symbolism poori tarah clear tha.
Rahul ek bhookhe shikaari ki tarah uske nange jism ke upar aa gaya. Usne sabse pehle Trupti ke hothon ko apne muh mein bhar kar behad violent, punishing kiss shuru kar di. Uski jeebh Trupti ke muh ke aakhiri kone tak jaakar uska thook choosne lagi.
Slurp... Slurp...
Phir woh Trupti ke hothon se hata aur uski gori gardan par chala gaya. Is baar Rahul ne sirf soft, loving kisses ya light bites nahi diye. Usne apne daanton ko Trupti ki sensitive skin mein gadhate hue gehre, intentional bite marks chhode—collarbone par, gardan ke side par, aur uske dono 38-inch ke boobs ke naram niphils ke aaspas. Aise laal-baingani marks jo hafte tak nahi mitenge, jinhe conceal karna aasan nahi hoga.
“Ahh... Rahul... mmh! D-Daant mat lagao... yeh marks dikh jaayenge...” Trupti ne dabi hui, tadapti hui aah nikaali. Uska sar carpet par idhar-udhar hil raha tha.




Dikhne do!” Rahul ne uske left boob ko poori mutthi mein crush karte hue kaha. “Agar dikhe, toh mere baap se bol dena ki insect ne kaat liya hai, ya door se lad gayi hai! Mujhe koi farak nahi padta. Teri skin par mera nishaan rehna chahiye.”
Rahul ne Trupti ki nangi legs ko pakad kar unhe poori tarah chauda kar diya. Bina kisi foreplay ke, bina kisi mercy ke, usne apne mota lund ke head ko Trupti ki geeli choot par rakha aur ek hi gehre, forceful jhatke mein poora andar tak ghus diya.
Phattt!
“Ahhhhh! Rahul!” Trupti ki peeth carpet se hawa mein uth gayi. Uski aakhein phail gayi.
Rahul ka shaft uski uterine wall ko hit kar gaya. Rahul ne uske dono haathon ko pakad kar unhe Trupti ke sar ke upar carpet par tight daba diya aur behad aggressive, violent pace mein dhakke maarne shuru kar diye.
Thapp! Thapp! Thapp!
Yeh pehli raaton jaisa controlled ya chhupta hua khel nahi tha. Yeh pure possessive dominance tha. Almost angry. Jaise woh ek saal ka intezaar aur doori abhi isi waqt Trupti ke jism se nikaal raha ho.
“Ek saal...” Rahul uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar har dhakke ke saath phusphusa raha tha, uski saans garam aag jaisi Trupti ki skin par lag rahi thi. “Is ek saal mein tu us Abhay ke saath soft-soft khelti rehna. Usse apne boobs choosne dena, usse kiss karne dena, usse shaadi ke jhoothe sapne dekhne dena... lekin har second yaad rakhna... tera jism mera hai! Teri choot meri hai! Tera orgasm aur tera paani sirf meri permission se nikalta hai!”
Trupti ki aankhon se continuous aasu beh kar carpet ko geela kar rahe the. Uska poora jism Rahul ke bhari, brutal jhatkon ke saath hil raha tha. Rough carpet uski nangi peeth par ragad kha raha tha, jisse ek teekha nasha aur dard paida ho raha tha. Har ek dhakka itna gehra tha jaise Rahul uske uterus ke andar apni permanent mohar laga raha ho.
Rahul ne ek jhatke mein position badal li. Usne Trupti ko ghutnon ke bal kar diya—doggystyle position mein. Usne Trupti ki kamar ko pakad kar use thoda aage jhukaya aur peeche se ek hi violent stroke mein poora lund andar ghusa diya.
Thapp!




Usne ek haath se Trupti ke lambe baalon ko mutthi mein pakad kar uska sar peeche ki taraf khincha, aur doosre haath se uske jhulte hue heavy boob ko masalne laga. Dhakke ab aur teez, aur bhayanak ho chuke the. Room mein sirf unke jismon ke takrane ki wet thapp-thapp aawaz goonj rahi thi, jo soye hue Sanjeev ki saanson ke neeche dab rahi thi.
“Jab main USA mein rahunga...” Rahul ne saans phoolte hue, Trupti ke kaan ke paas kaha, “...toh tu har week mujhe encrypted video call par nangi hokar dikhayegi. Mujhe batayegi ki Abhay ne kab aur kahan haath lagaya. Ek-ek detail degi. Samjhi tu?”
“H-Haan... Rahul... haan...” Trupti ne ghutnon par tike-tike, toot kar dabi aawaz mein confess kiya. Uska jism ab control mein nahi tha.
Rahul ne apni speed ko peak par pahuncha diya. Uska sweaty, muscular body Trupti ke nange hips se baar-baar takra raha tha. Kuch hi seconds baad, Rahul ne Trupti ki kamar ko dono haathon se tight pakad liya aur apne 8-inch ke lund ko Trupti ki choot ke sabse gehre kone mein lock kar diya.
Pulse... Pulse... Pulse...
Rahul ka garam, gaadha aur heavy cum Trupti ki choot ke andar shoot hone laga. Garam paani ke itne jhatke andar gire ki woh uski choot se bahar nikal kar uski nangi jaanghon aur carpet par behne laga.
Lekin khel abhi khatam nahi hua tha. Rahul ne apna lund bahar nikala—Plop! Usne Trupti ko carpet par ghumaya, aur apne cum se lapat, abhi bhi aadhe hard lund ko seedha Trupti ke chehre aur hothon ke paas laakar khada kar diya.
“Saaf kar ise. Ek boond bhi nahi rehni chahiye.”
Trupti ne bina kisi hesitation ke apna muh khola. Usne Rahul ke lund ke supar-cap ko apne hothon mein bhara, uski underside ko apni jeebh se chaata, aur apne hi choot se nikle aur Rahul ke cum ko poori tarah choos kar saaf kiya, jab tak ki uska lund poori tarah soft nahi ho gaya.
Rahul ne Trupti ke bikhre hue baalon ko sehlaya. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa, thanda satisfaction tha.
“Kal subah jab main USA ke liye jaaunga... toh yeh saare bites aur marks tere jism par honge. Har baar jab tu kapde badlegi, har baar jab tu nahayegi, tujhe yaad aayega ki tu kiski rani hai. Ek saal baad jab main wapas lautunga... toh main ek-ek mark check karunga ki tu kitni badli hai... ya kitni meri reh gayi hai.”
Rahul ne Trupti ko floor se uthaya aur use bed par Sanjeev ke doosre side par litaya. Sanjeev abhi bhi ek taraf karwat liye so raha tha, apni patni aur bete ke is bhayanak paap se poori tarah anjaan.
Rahul ne Trupti ke maathe par ek aakhiri, soft kiss kiya.
“So ja. Kal subah 5:30 baje uthna hai. Main airport drop hone se pehle tujhe ek baar aur dekhna chahta hoon.”
Rahul ne floor se apna towel uthaya, kamar par lapeta, aur room ki kundi khol kar chupchap bahar nikal gaya.
Trupti master bedroom ke andhere mein nangi, bedsheet lapete hue leti rahi. Uski gardan, uske breasts aur uski collarbone par Rahul ke daanton ke gehre, baingani nishaan jalan kar rahe the. Uski choot ke andar abhi bhi uske apne hi bete ka garam cum rasa hua tha. Aur uske dil ke andar ek behad bhaari, khali aur aag se bhara hua sannata tha.
Ek poora saal.
Abhay ka woh soft, masoom pyar... jo ab aage badhega.
Rahul ka woh kala, incestuous kabza... jo ab doosre desh se bhi use control karega.
Aur un dono ke beech woh khud—Khanna khaandaan ki badi bahu, jo ab ek saal ke liye is aag ke khel mein akele jalne wali thi.