Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Geeti ne us poore hafte bank mein aise kaam kiya jaise kuch hua hi nahi tha, par andar hi andar ek tufaan macha hua tha.

Raghavan sahab tour pe the – kisi urgent corporate client meeting ke silsile mein pehle Pune aur phir Ahmedabad gaye hue the. Unke cabin ka bhari, dark-wood darwaza hafte bhar band pada raha. Geeti ko andar jaane ki koi zarurat nahi padi, jisse usko ek gahra relief mila. Kam se kam Raghavan ki woh tharki, bhookhi aur bhediye jaisi nazar us par nahi thi. Lekin yeh relief sirf ek dhokha tha, kyunki uski jagah ek doosre mard ke khayal ne le li thi.
Arjun ki yaad… uske jism se nikalne ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Har subah jab woh ready hoti, dressing table ke bade se mirror ke saamne khadi hokar apne saree ke blouse ke ek-ek hook ko band karti, toh uske dimaag mein wahi pub wala scene repeat-telecast ki tarah ghumne lagta. Woh pub ki maddham, reddish dim lights, Arjun ki garam saansain, uske majboot haathon ka kamar par pressure, uski do lambi, Sakht ungliyon ka petticoat ke andar jaakar wetness mein gahre tak ghusna, aur Geeti ka apna poora self-control kho kar uski chhati par sar tikana. Geeti ne hafte bhar mein kitni hi baar try kiya us feeling ko apne dimaag se erase karne ka, par uska jism us chhuwan ko bhoolne ko taiyaar hi nahi tha. Uski rang-rang mein Arjun ki ungliyon ka touch ek meetha, throbbing dard ban kar baith gaya tha.
Office mein pahunchte hi uski sabse pehli aadat ban chuki thi – handbag se phone nikal kar secret notifications check karna. Arjun ka koi naya text toh nahi aaya? Kabhi subah-subah aata: "Good morning, my sweet secret. Still thinking about how soft you felt on Saturday..." Kabhi sirf ek red heart aur fire emoji. Geeti har ek message ka screenshot leti aur turant Soham ko forward karti. Soham ka reply hamesha ek hi hota – "Wait. Immediate reply mat dena. Let him starve. Make him desperate for you."
Lekin Wednesday ka din... woh din Geeti ke jism aur dimaag par hamesha ke liye chhap gaya.
Us din subah Geeti light pink rang ki ek mulayam chiffon saree pehen rahi thi. Light makeup, hothon par halki gloss, aur baalon ko peeche pin kiya hua. Usne jaan-boojh kar us din waist chain (kamarbandh) nahi pehna tha taaki Soham ko lage ki woh normal rehana chahti hai. Lekin Soham toh uske jism ka malik ban chuka tha, uski har ek breath ka hisab rakhta tha.
Geeti jab mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar apne pallu ko adjust kar rahi thi, tabhi Soham peeche se dabe paon aaya. Usne Geeti ki chikni, gori kamar par dono haath rakhe aur use apne jism se tight chipka liya. Soham ka lower body completely charged tha. Usne Geeti ke kaan ke paas apna chehra jhukaya, uski neck par ek garam saans chhodi aur dheere se bola:
“Aaj bhi uski ungliyon ki feeling hai na andar... bol Geeti?”
Geeti ki saans wahin ruk gayi. Uski aakhein mirror mein Soham ki dark, aag se bhari aankhon se milin. Usko pata tha ki ab woh bhaag nahi sakti.
Soham ne bina der kiye Geeti ki saree ka pallu kandhe se neeche giraya. Deep-cut blouse ke andar apna bada, garam haath ghusaya aur Geeti ke naye, tight bra ke kapde ke upar se hi uske left nipple ko ungliyon ke beech pakad kar dheere se pinch kiya.




Ahmm..." Geeti ke hothon se ek siskari nikli. Uski taangein halki si kaampin.

“Main sab jaanta hoon, Geeti,” Soham ne uske kaan ki lobe ko daanton se halka sa dabaate hue kaha. “Tu office ke cabin mein baith ke bhi bas wahi sochti hai. Kaise usne pub ke us dark booth mein teri saree uthai thi... kaise uski ungliyaan tere andar slow-slow ghum rahi thin... aur kaise tune bina kisi sharm ke ek anjaan mard ka kandha pakad kar apni kamar uthai thi.”
Geeti ne apni aankhein kas ke band kar liin. Palkon ke peeche Arjun ka chehra aur Soham ki baatein ek doosre mein mix hone lagin.
Soham ne Geeti ka haath pakda aur neeche le jaakar apne trousers ke upar rakh diya. Uska waistband ke andar ka hissa lohe ki tarah sakht aur garam ho chuka tha.
“Aaj din bhar jab bhi tu apni revolving chair par baithegi, yaad rakhna... tere pati ka yeh hard posture sirf isliye hai kyunki tune kisi doosre mard ko apne andar jagah di.”
Soham ne Geeti ko jhatke se ghuma kar dressing table ke edge par tikaya. Uski saree ka pallu poora zameen par gir chuka tha. Petticoat ki naadi ko thoda sa dheela kiya aur bina koi maze ki baat kiye, apni do ungliyaan Geeti ke fully-drenched, garam aur reshmi jism ke andar ek hi jhatke mein poori ghusa diin.
Geeti ne turant apne dono haath apne muh par rakh liye taaki uski cheekh bahar na nikle. Pados ke kamre mein Amrita abhi bhi so rahi thi aur kitchen mein chai ki ketli pak rahi thi.
Soham ne bilkul wahi speed, wahi rhythm banaya jo Arjun ne us raat pub mein banaya tha. Pehle halka circular motion, phir andar tak deep thrusts. Geeti ke mulayam thighs kaampne lage, uski kamar apne aap Soham ki ungliyon ke saath rhythm mein uthne lagi. Uska poora jism paani chhodne laga tha.
“Bol Geeti...” Soham ne uske galon par apna garam chehra ragadte hue demand kiya, “Kisne better finger kiya? Maine... ya us pub wale strangers ne?”
Geeti ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya. Uski aawaz mein sirf haanphna aur tadap thi. “Sohammm... ahh... please...” Woh jhoot nahi bol paayi, kyunki Arjun ka woh stranger wala touch aur Soham ka yeh pati wala dominance dono mil kar use pagal kar rahe the.
Lekin jab Geeti climax ke bilkul kinare par pahunchi, jab uska jism phatne hi wala tha, Soham ne jhatke se apni ungliyaan bahar nikal liin. Usne Geeti ko orgasmic relief nahi diya. Usko tapti hui aag mein latka kar chhod diya.
Soham ne apni wet, glistening ungliyaan Geeti ke ras-bhare hothon par rakh diin.
“Ise chaat,” Soham ne hukum diya. “Ise chaat aur din bhar is taste ko apne dimaag mein ghuma.”
Geeti ne kaampte hothon se Soham ki ungliyon par laga apna hi jism ka ras chaat liya. Uski aankhein jhuk gayi thin.
Soham ne uske pallu ko uthakar uske kandhe par rakha aur last baar uske kaan mein phusphusaya, “Aaj jo bhi message aaye Arjun ka, mujhe forward karna. Aur agar woh koi photo maange... toh bina mujhe dikhaye mat bhejna.”
Office pahunchne ke baad Geeti jab apne desk par baithi, toh poora bank normal routine mein chal raha tha. Clerks files palat rahe the, phone ki ghantiyan baj rahi thin, AC ki thandak thi. Lekin Geeti ka lower body aag ki tarah tap raha tha. Silk petticoat ke andar uski thighs aapas mein rub ho rahi thin aur har moment par use subah wala wetness feel ho raha tha.
Lunchtime ke thik baad, phone screen par notification flash hua.

Arjun: Can’t stop thinking about how wet you were under my fingers, Geeti. You are pure sin. When are you letting me touch you again?

Geeti ne das minute tak us message ko dekha. Uski saansain bhari ho gayi thin. Usne turant screenshot liya aur Soham ko WhatsApp kiya.
Soham ka reply instant aaya:

Soham: Reply after 40 minutes. Don't show too much eagerness. Write: "Still at work, caught up with files. Thinking about Saturday too... but we have to be very careful."

Geeti ne wahi words type kiye aur Send button daba diya. Send dabate hi uski chhati dhak-dhak karne lagi. Woh ek aisi dal-dal mein utar rahi thi jahan se wapas lautna ab namumkin tha.




Ghar pahunchte hi, jaise hi Amrita apne room mein padhne gayi, Soham ne Geeti ko baazu se pakda aur seedha bedroom mein le gaya. Door lock karke usne Geeti ko bed par patka.

“Poora din kaise guzra, Geeti? Arjun ke baare mein kitna socha?”
Geeti ne bed par lete hue, bina kisi parda-daari ke sab bata diya – Arjun ka message, uski 40-minute ki tention, bus mein hua woh touch, aur poore din uske jism mein baithi hui woh lingering, unfinished tadap.
Soham ke chehre par ek ajeeb si jeet ki smile aayi. Usne Geeti ke uper jhuk kar uske gaal ko sehlaya.
“Bahut achha. Yeh tadap hi tera asli roop hai. Is feeling ko marne mat dena. Main chahta hoon tu roz thoda thoda uske liye mare... taaki jab agli baar hum usse milein, toh tu uske samne bilkul bhookhi ho kar samarpit ho jaye.”
Us raat Soham ne Geeti ke saath romance toh kiya, lekin use fir se climax tak nahi pahunchne diya. Usne Geeti ko edge par laakar chhod diya.
Andhere kamre mein Geeti bed sheet ko mutthi mein kas ke pakde leti rahi. Uski taangein tight thin, jism aag ki tarah garam tha, aur dimaag mein sirf ek hi sawal ghum raha tha – yeh game ab aur kitna deep, kitna ganda aur kitna khubsurat hone wala hai?
Aur sabse khaufnak baat yeh thi... ki ab darr se zyada, use is behayai ke agle step ka intezar tha.


Uske baad wala poora hafta thoda alag aur ajeeb se khumaar mein guzra.

Geeti ki daily routine ab badal chuki thi. Subah uthte hi, brushes aur kitchen ke kaam se pehle, uske haath sabse pehle dressing table par rakhe phone par jaate. Arjun ka message kab aayega, yeh sawaal uske dimaag mein ek meethe zehar ki tarah baith gaya tha. Arjun ka koi fix time nahi tha—kabhi dopahar ko aata, kabhi late night, toh kabhi subah-subah. Lekin har din ek message zaroor aata tha, jo Geeti ke jism mein din bhar ke liye aag laga deta.
Ek Tuesday subah, ghadi mein bilkul 8:12 baj rahe the. Geeti kitchen mein chai ke liye doodh ubal rahi thi jab phone vibrate hua.

Arjun: Good morning, my absolute sin. Still thinking about how wet and tight you felt on my fingers in that pub booth. You free today? I need to taste you properly this time.

Message dekhte hi Geeti ke haath mein pakda chammach wahi ruk gaya. Uski saansain bhari ho gayi aur petticoat ke andar uski thighs aapas mein tight ho gayi. Tabhi Soham dabe paon peeche se aaya. Usne Geeti ke nange shoulder par apna thoda garm chehra rakha, phone ki screen par nazar daali, aur uske hothon par ek makkhar, tharki muskaan aa gayi.
“Abhi mat reply dena,” Soham ne uske kaan ki lobe ko daanton se halka sa pakadte hue kaha. “Pehle ready ho ja, office pahunch. Main batata hoon kab aur kya likhna hai. Let him sweat.”
Geeti ne khamoshi se sar hila diya. Uske andar ek ajeeb si gudgudi aur laachari chal rahi thi. Control poori tarah Soham ke haath mein tha—woh tay kar raha tha ki Geeti kab kis mard se baat karegi, kya bolegi, aur kitna tadpayegi. Aur yeh baat Geeti ko andar se jitni sharminda karti, usse kahin zyada uske jism ko excite kar deti thi.
Office pahunch kar apne desk par baithne ke baad, Geeti ne sabse pehle apna secret, anonymous Instagram account khola—@DesiHotwife_G.
Followers ki count ab 2,800 ke paar pahunch chuki thi. Profile par wahi purani pictures thin—kuch cleavage-showing selfies, blurred-face saree shots, aur waist-chain wale teasers. DMs folder mein 50 se zyada naye messages pade hue the. Kai followers ne toh bina kisi formality ke seedhe, gande aur nange requests bheje the:

“Show more of those juicy breasts, baby...”
“I want to taste every inch of your wet body.”
“Mumbai mein kahan rehti ho? I can pay whatever you want for one night.”

Geeti ne ek-ek karke un messages ke screenshots liye aur Soham ko WhatsApp kar diye.
Us din shaam ko jab woh ghar lauti aur kitchen mein dinner ke liye bhindi ki subzi bana rahi thi, Soham kitchen ke door-frame se tek lagakar khada ho gaya. Amrita doosre room mein headphones lagakar government exam ki padhai kar rahi thi, isliye ghar mein ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Soham ne phone nikala aur un Instagram DMs ko zor-zor se, ek-ek shabd par stress dete hue padhna shuru kiya.
“‘I want to bend you over my desk, pull your saree up, and push myself deep inside you until you cry...’” Soham ne ek DM padha.
Phir woh ruka. Uski gehri, tharki nazrein Geeti ki patli kamar aur saree ke neeche hilte hue hips par ja kar tik gayi.
“Sunke kaisa lag raha hai, Geeti?” Soham ne aahista se poocha.
Geeti chup-chap kadhai mein chammach chala rahi thi, lekin uski saansain tez ho chuki thin. Blouse ke andar uske nipples sakht ho kar kapde ko teer ki tarah choob rahe the.
Soham uske bilkul peeche aakar khada hua. Usne Geeti ki chikni kamar ko dono haathon se kas ke pakda, apna garm jism uske hips se chipkaya, aur uske kaan mein phusphusaya, “Bol na... Achha lag raha hai na yeh sab padhke? Ek anjaan mard tere jism ke baare mein yeh sab soch raha hai... aur tera pati tujhe yeh sab padh ke suna raha hai.”
Geeti ne apni aankhein kas ke band kar liin aur hothon ko kaatte hue halka sa kaha, “Hmm... Soham, please... Amrita baahar hai...”
“Achha,” Soham ne uske galon par apne daant gadate hue kaha, “Toh kal ek naya kaam karna hai. Ek naya game.”



Wednesday ki subah.

Soham ne Geeti ko ready hote waqt hi strict instructions de diye the.
“Aaj jab tu bank pahunchegi, toh lunch break se pehle executive bathroom mein jaana. Wahan ek photo bhejni hai Arjun ko. Bank ki lanyard aur ID card gale mein latka hona chahiye, blouse ka top button khula hua... thoda cleavage aur bra ki strap nazar aaye. Face mat dikhana. Sirf collarbone se lekar tere breasts ki deep line tak.”
Geeti ka dil dhak-dhak karne laga. Usne darte hue kaha, “Soham… office ke bathroom mein? Agar kisi aur female employee ne dekh liya ya koi andar aa gaya toh? Baahar Raghavan sahab aur Rohan bhi hote hain...”
Soham ne jhatke se uska chehra apne haathon mein pakda aur uske hothon ke bilkul paas aakar bola, “Wahi toh thrill hai, Geeti. Jab tu us bank ke bathroom mein darte-darte apna button kholegi, aur ek anjaan mard ke liye photo kheenchegi... tab jo tere jism mein wetness aayegi, wahi mujhe chahiye. Tu karegi yeh. Arjun ko tadpana hai, aur mujhe yeh photo dekhni hai.”





Dopahar ke 1:15 baj rahe the. Office mein lunch hour chal raha tha.
Geeti ka dil aisi tez raftaar se dhadak raha tha jaise abhi chhati phat jayegi. Woh dheere se uthi, apna phone saree ke pallu ke neeche chupaya, aur 3rd floor ke executive, single-occupancy washroom ki taraf badh gayi.
Inside the washroom, usne darwaza lock kiya aur bolt do baar check ki. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar usne apni saans ko control karne ki koshish ki. Uski ungliyaan kaamp rahi thin. Usne apne bank ka official lanyard thoda adjust kiya taaki logo aur uska naam saaf dikhe. Phir, kaampte haathon se, usne apne deep-pink blouse ka sabse upar wala button khol diya.
Blouse ka kapda thoda alag hua, aur uski gori chhati, deep cleavage line, aur black lace bra ka kinara mirror mein chamakne laga.
Geeti ne phone uthaya. Uski saans itni tezz thi ki mirror par halki bhap ban rahi thi. Usne angle set kiya—gale mein bank ka lanyard, khula button, aur gehra, ras-bhara cleavage. CLICK.
Photo kheenchne ke baad usne turant button band kiya aur pehle photo Soham ko bhej di.
Soham ka reply instant aaya:

Soham: Fuck Geeti... You look like a dirty corporate slut. Send this to Arjun right now with the caption: "Thinking of you between meetings... but I'm being a very bad girl at work."

Geeti ne kaampte anguthe se wahi caption type kiya aur Arjun ko send kar diya.









Ussi waqt, Arjun ka reply aaya. Ek minute bhi nahi laga.


Arjun: HOLY SHIT GEETI! You are driving me fucking insane! You're in your office right now wearing this? I swear to God I want to come to your bank, pull you into this exact bathroom, and bury my face right between those soft breasts. Send me one more. Please.

Geeti bathroom ki deewar se tek lagakar khadi ho gayi. Uski petticoat andar se bilkul gili ho chuki thi. Arjun ki desperation aur Soham ki direction ne use poori tarah behaya bana diya tha.
Poora dopahar Geeti ke liye ek torture ban gaya.
2:30 baje bank ke main conference room mein ek bahut hi important financial audit meeting thi. Board table ke charon taraf senior officers baithe the. Table ke ek head par Raghavan sahab baithe the, jo quarterly targets par lecture de rahe the. Table ke doosre kone par young intern Rohan baitha files arrange kar raha tha, aur uski nazrein baar-baar Geeti ki kamar aur uske hothon par ja kar tik rahi thin.
Lekin Geeti ka dimaag meeting mein bilkul nahi tha.
Uski jaanghon ke beech phone silent mode par rakh kar rakha tha, jo har 10 minute mein vibrate ho raha tha. Arjun ek ke baad ek aggressive, desperate messages bhej raha tha:

“Geeti, reply me!”
“I can't focus on my work.”
“Tell me what color panty you're wearing under that saree right now.”
“If you don't meet me this Saturday, I'm coming to your bank branch.”

Geeti table ke neeche haath le jaakar phone ki screen dekhti, aur uski saansain bhari ho jaati. Usko lag raha tha ki agar kisi ko pata chal gaya ki is waqt, is formal meeting ke dauran, woh table ke neeche ek mard ke aise tharki messages padh rahi hai, toh kya hoga?
Raghavan ne achanak kaha, “Geeti ji, aapka kya view hai Q2 ke NPAs par?”
Geeti haadbadakar uthi. Uska chehra laal ho chuka tha, saans phool rahi thi. “Sir... ah, yes... I am reviewing the figures. The audit report is almost ready.”
Raghavan ne apni gehri nazron se Geeti ke laal gaal aur uski tezz chhati ki movement ko dekha, aur halki si smirk ke saath bola, “Alright. Meeting ke baad mere cabin mein aakar file discuss kijiye.”
Rohan ne bhi Geeti ki taraf dekha, uski nazron mein ek ajeeb sa attraction aur doubt tha.
Geeti wapas baith gayi. Table ke neeche uski taangein kaamp rahi thin. Usko ahsaas hua ki woh ek waqt mein teen alag-alag mardon ke jaal mein phans chuki hai—Soham jo use control kar raha tha, Arjun jo baahar se use paane ke liye paagal ho raha tha, aur Raghavan jo office ke andar us par apni pakad mazboot kar raha tha.
Aur sabse khaufnak baat yeh thi ki Geeti ko is darr, is behayai, aur is khatre se ek aisi aag mil rahi thi jo usne apni zindagi mein pehle kabhi feel nahi ki thi.

Meeting khatam hone ke baad, jab office ke sabhi log apna saamaan pack karke nikal rahe the, Geeti ne bhi apna leather bag uthaya aur bank ke bhari glass doors se bahar nikli. Bahar Mumbai ki shaam ka halka aasmaan peela aur gulabi ho chuka tha, aur sadkon par shaam ka traffic shuru ho gaya tha. Cab book karne ke bajaye Geeti ne socha ki aaj woh aam janta ki tarah bus se hi ghar jaayegi. Uske andar jo aag, darr aur excitement ka toofan macha hua tha, use thoda waqt chahiye tha dimaag ko quiet aur settle karne ke liye.

Red Double-Decker bus stand par aakar ruki. Geeti ne apni chiffon saree ka pallu sambhalate hue dhabe par paon rakha aur seedhe sabse peeche wali window seat par ja kar baith gayi. Bag ko apni godi mein rakha, deep breath li, aur handbag se apna encrypted phone nikaala.
Sabse pehle usne apna secret account khola — @DesiHotwife_G.
Screen load hote hi uski aankhein hairani aur thrill se badi ho gayi.
Followers ki count jo subah 2,800 thi, ab jump karke 3,400+ ke paar pahunch chuki thi.
Aaj dopahar mein jo executive bathroom wali stealth photo usne post ki thi—gale mein latka hua bank lanyard, khula hua top button aur deep, ras-bhari cleavage line—us par likes aur comments ki bauchar ho rahi thi.
1.2K likes already ho chuke the.
Comments 180+ the aur har second refresh karne par naye comments add ho rahe the.
Geeti ne apni kaampti ungliyon se screen ko dheere-dheere niche scroll karna shuru kiya. Bus ke purane shocks aur sadak ke jhatkon ke saath uska gora, mulayam sharir bhi halka-halka hil raha tha, lekin uska pura dhyaan sirf screen par likhe un behaya, tharki shabdon par tha.

@mumbai_hunter88: Ma’am aap South Mumbai bank mein kaam karti ho kya? Yeh lanyard dekh ke toh lagta hai. Itni gori, juicy cleavage office mein open karke ghumti ho? Tumhare colleagues kitne lucky hain.
@desi_tharki_king: Fuckkk those soft looking breasts. I want to rip open that second button myself and bury my face in them.
@anonymous_dad: Beta agar tumhari jaisi wife meri hoti toh main toh din raat ghar pe lock karke rakhta. Kya cheez ho tum.
@night_rider_bom: Location batao Mumbai ki. BKC ya Bandra? Ek raat ke liye jo bologi wo cash dunga.
@saree_lover_69: Is photo ko dekh ke mera lund itna hard ho gaya hai ki trousers mein baith nahi pa raha. Please ek aur photo daalo… thoda aur neeche se petticoat dikhate hue.




Geeti ke dono gaal tamatar ki tarah garam ho gaye. Usne ghabra kar aaspas nazar daali. Bus mein shaam ke thake-haare passengers baithe the, koi apne phone mein laga tha toh koi khidki se bahar dekh raha tha. Kisine uski screen nahi dekhi thi. Lekin yeh soch kar hi uske chest ki movement tez ho gayi ki agar koi ek baar jhuk kar dekh le ki yeh sanskari saree wali bank officer screen par kya padh rahi hai, toh kya hungama ho jayega.

Darr ke sath-sath, uske jism mein ek zordar current dauda. Soham ki instructions uske dimaag mein goonj rahi thi. Usne ek naya, aur zyada aggressive photo post karne ka socha.
Bus ki khidki se aati hui shaam ki natural light ka faida uthate hue, usne apne left hand se pallu ko completely side kiya. Blouse ke ab do buttons khole—is baar pehle se zyada gehra, gora hissa aur bra ki lace saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne camera ko neeche se thoda upar ka angle diya aur click. Is photo mein sirf uski collarbone, deep cleavage, black bra ka satin edge aur gale mein chamakta bank lanyard dikh raha tha. Face hamesha ki tarah cropped.
Caption likha:
“Still at work… still having dirty thoughts. Should I open one more button for my followers?”
Post dabate hi notification tab ekdum se crash hone laga. Likes aur comments ki jaise baarh aa gayi.
Do minute ke andar 200 likes.
Phir 400.
Phir 700.
DMs (Direct Messages) ka folder toh explode hi ho gaya. 30 se zyada naye messages pichhle 20 minute mein aaye the.

“Ma’am please reply… I’m stroking myself hard looking at your last photo.”
“I work in Bandra too. Tell me your branch name, I’ll come meet you right now during extended hours.”
“You look like a perfect corporate slut. I want to fuck you in that same executive bathroom where you took this photo.”
“Kitna wet ho raha hai aapko yeh sab padhke? Sach batao na hot wife...”

Geeti ki saansain bhari ho gayi. Usne apni dono thighs ko aapas mein kas ke press kiya. Silk petticoat ke andar uska jism pehle se hi chipchipa aur garam tha, ab yeh DMs padhte hi aag ki tarah tapne laga.
Bus Andheri highway par aage badh rahi thi. Geeti ne ek desperate follower ke DM par click kiya aur kaampte anguthe se reply type kiya:
“Maybe more than you can ever imagine…”
Send.
Uske baad usne Soham ke kehne par sabhi cheezon ka ek seamless workflow banaya. Usne Soham ke WhatsApp par sare naye screenshots bheje—DMs, dirty comments, Arjun ke double-meaning texts, sab kuch.
Tabhi Soham ka ek audio-note aur text message aaya.
Soham:
Good girl, Geeti. Par sirf WhatsApp par mat bhej. Maine jo tera aur mera shared Google Drive folder banaya hai ('G_Hotwife_Archive'), usme Arjun ke sare audio notes, text screenshots, aur in Instagram ke tharki laondon ke sabhi dirty comments ke High-Res screenshots upload kar de. Main office mein baith ke apni screen par yeh sab HD mein dekh raha hoon... and it's making me rock hard.
Soham ne aage likha:
Ghar aate hi tujhe yeh saare screenshots mere saamne khadhe ho kar loud voice mein padhne honge. Especially woh wala DM jisme usne tujhe 'corporate slut' bola hai aur bathroom mein chodne ka likha hai. Main chahta hoon tu ek-ek word mujhe eyes mein dekhte hue bole. Main drive check kar raha hoon, upload complete kar.
Geeti ne kaampte haathon se phone ka hotspot background mein use kiya aur shared Cloud Drive open ki. Usne ek 'Folder: Bank_Bathroom_Incidents' banaya aur Arjun ke saare desperate text messages, audio recordings, aur Instagram ke topmost perverted comments ke dozens of screenshots batch-upload par laga diye.
Screen par 'Uploading 24 items to Shared Drive...' ka progress bar chalne laga. Geeti ne socha ki doosri taraf uska pati, uske phone aur jism ki behayai ko live cloud storage se sync karke dekh raha hai aur arousing feel kar raha hai. Yeh sochte hi uske kamar ke niche ek aisi garm wave chali ki usne apni lips ko daanton tale daba liya.
Usne phone screen off karke khidki se bahar dekha. Glass par uski apni hi reflection dikh rahi thi—ek beautiful, saree-clad Indian bank manager jiske ander behayai ka zehar poori tarah phail chuka tha. Uske hothon par ek makkhar aur sharmili muskaan aa gayi.
Woh andar hi andar is public humiliation aur private desire ko deeply enjoy kar rahi thi.
Hazaron anjaan mard uske gora jism ke baare mein soch rahe the, uske wet hone par fantasies bana rahe the... Arjun uske ek chhuwan ke liye gidgida raha tha... aur uska apna pati use in sab mardon ke aage ek trophy ki tarah expose karke mood bana raha tha.
Bus jab uske final stop par aakar ruki, Geeti ne last time account check kiya.
Post ke likes ab 2.1K cross kar chuke the.
Comments 300 se upar ho chuke the, aur drive par saari files green check-mark ke saath upload ho chuki thin.
Usne phone bag mein rakha, ek gehri saans li, aur saree ka pallu theek karte hue bus se neeche utar gayi.
Ghar ki taraf paidal chalte hue uske dimaag aur jism mein sirf ek hi baat ka junoon tha—
Ghar pahunchte hi, Soham bedroom ka door lock karega, uski shared drive open karega, aur use ek-ek ganda comment apne munh se bolne par majboor karega. Aur woh poori tarah se tayyaar thi.