Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Agli subah Geeti ki aankh thodi late khuli. Kal raat Soham ke saamne dress table ke saamne khade hokar un behaya, gande Instagram DMs aur Arjun ke desperate messages ko ek-ek word bol kar padhne ka nasha abhi bhi uske jism mein baitha hua tha. Soham ne drive par saare screenshots check karte hue uske har ek shabd par uski waist chain ko khinch-khinch kar jo aag lagayi thi, uska hangover pooray jism mein dhal chuka tha.
Aaj Geeti ne ek alag hi andaz mein taiyar hone ka socha. Usne wardrobe se ek soft peach color ki chiffon saree nikali. Saree ka fabric itna mulayam aur translucent tha ki har ek curve saaf jhalak raha tha. Usne waist par apni patli, chamakdar silver waist chain (kamarbandh) kas ke baandhi, aur dono paon mein aisi heavy-designed silver anklets (payal) pehni jo halki si movement par bhi ek makhnooni, chhan-chhan ki sound karti thin. Blouse ka neck thoda deep tha, lekin formal look banaye rakhne ke liye top buttons poori tarah band the. Office ke hisab se ek perfect, killer balance—bahar se poori tarah professional, lekin agar koi mard ek baar gaur se dekh le toh uski nazar wahan se hat na paaye.
Bank ke main hall mein entry karte hi Geeti ne notice kiya ki Rohan—woh young 22-year-old intern—pehle se hi uske cabin aur desk ke aas-paas mandra raha tha. Kal shaam wali Instagram photo jisme usne bank lanyard ke sath cleavage dikhaya tha, kahin na kahin us intern ke dimaag mein bhi ghusa hua tha. Rohan ab almost har roz Geeti ke section mein koi na koi fazool kaam dhoondhta rehta tha. Printouts ki stack lana, sign karwana, chai ya paani ke liye poochna—sab chhote-chhote bahane the bas Geeti ke gori kamar aur uske hothon ko dekhne ke.
Geeti ne apni revolving leather chair par baith kar computer screen power on kiya. Woh daily banking sheets aur ledger verification mein busy hone ki acting kar rahi thi, lekin uska dimaag baar-baar kal ke executive bathroom wali photo, Soham ke dwara banwayi gayi secret Google Drive, aur Arjun ke hungry messages par bhatak raha tha. Uski petticoat ke andar abhi se hi ek halki si warmth aur chipchipapan feel hone laga tha.
Tabhi achanak…
Thap.
Ek heavy loan module file Rohan ke haath se chhoot kar seedha Geeti ke wooden desk ke bilkul neeche, uske paon ke paas ja giri. Saree ke pallu ke paas saare loose A4 white papers poori tarah spread ho gaye.
“Oh! Extremely sorry, Geeti ma’am… haath se slip ho gayi,” Rohan ne ek thodi si sharmayi aur kaampte hue lehze mein kaha. Lekin jab Geeti ne nazrein utha kar dekha, toh us intern ki aankhein bilkul bhi sharmayi hui nahi thin. Uski aakhon mein ek bhookh thi.
Woh niche jhukne se pehle ek micro-second ke liye ruk kar Geeti ki chest aur deep-neck blouse ki taraf dekha. Phir woh slow motion mein ghutnon ke bal neeche jhuka aur table ke dark space ke andar ghusa.




Geeti ek jhatke mein samajh gayi.
Woh file koi accidentally nahi giri thi. Woh jaan-boojh kar girayi gayi thi.
Rohan table ke neeche papers uthane ke bahane zarurat se zyada time le raha tha. Desk ke dark wooden bottom mein Geeti ki dono gori, chikni taangein aur uske pairon mein pehni silver anklets Rohan ke face se bas kuch inches ki doori par thin. Peach saree ka pallu thoda side ho chuka tha, jisse Geeti ki ek pair ki payal aur uski gori ancle clear chamak rahi thi. Aur jab Geeti ne chair par thoda adjust hone ke liye apni kamar hilayi, toh saree ke transperent chiffon fabric ke peeche se uski silver waist chain ka ek chamakdar hissa bhi saaf dikhai dene laga.
Rohan ne floor par pade papers uthate-uthate apni nazar Geeti ke paon se shuru karke, uski chikni pindleeyon se hote hue upper thigh aur kamar ke us chamakte kamarbandh tak le jaane ki koshish ki. Geeti desk ke upar baithi saaf feel kar sakti thi ki us young intern ki saansain tezz ho chuki hain aur uska chehra uski taanghon ke behad kareeb tha.
Geeti ke dimaag ne ek second ke liye signal diya ki abhi use daantna chahiye. Senior officer ki tarah strict aawaz mein “Rohan, stop this nonsense and get up right now!” bolna chahiye. Lekin uske behaya ho chuke jism ne dimaag ki baat sunne se inkaar kar diya.
Woh chup-chaap, bilkul motionless baithi rahi.
Uske andar ek aisi behaya aur zehrili sensation daudne lagi jo use andar tak tod rahi thi. Kal raat internet par hazaron anjaan tharki mardon ne uske jism ke baare mein kitni gandi-gandi baatein likhi thin. Arjun uske ek touch ke liye pagal ho raha tha. Aur ab yeh young, handsome intern uske paon ke bilkul paas jhuk kar, table ke neeche ghus kar uski taanghon aur kamarbandh ko apni tharki nazron se chaat raha tha.
Geeti ne apna left foot thoda sa aage khiska diya.
Chhan... chhan...
Silver anklet ki woh makhnooni, sharp chhan-chhan ki aawaz us dark wooden desk ke neeche goonj uthi.
Rohan ki nazrein turant us aawaz par ja kar chipak gayi. Woh floor se aakhri paper uthana jaise bilkul bhool hi gaya. Ek second ke liye uski movement poori tarah freeze ho gayi, aur usne apni saans rok kar Geeti ke us gora, payal se saje paon ko dekha.
Geeti ne apni nazrein screen par rakhi, lekin screen ke reflection se woh desk ke neeche Rohan ki har ek micro-movement dekh rahi thi. Uske hothon par ek halki, makkhar aur ghamandi muskaan aa gayi—jise usne turant apna pallu theek karne ki acting karte hue chhupa liya.
Rohan ne aakhirkaar kaampte haathon se saare papers ik इकट्ठा kiye aur dhire se khada hua. Uske dono gaal laal ho chuke the, aur uske maathe par paseene ki halki boondein thin. Woh itna embarrassed aur aroused tha ki seedha Geeti ki aankhon mein aakh daal kar dekhne ki himmat nahi kar paa raha tha. Uske trousers ke front part mein ek halka sa bulging stretch saaf dikh raha tha.
“Ma’am… yeh… yeh file,” usne tezi se aur kaampte haathon se papers ko table par rakhte hue kaha.
“Thank you, Rohan,” Geeti ne bilkul formal, icy-cool aawaz mein jawab diya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Rohan turant piche hat kar apne desk ki taraf tezz kadmon se badh gaya, lekin raste mein usne do baar mud kar Geeti ke jhukte hue saree ke pallu ko dekha.
Geeti ne ek gehri, bhari saans li.
Uske paon ke neeche jo halki si gudgudi aur garmi shuru hui thi, woh ab dhire-dhire uske lower abdomen aur petticoat ke andar tak phailne lagi thi. Uski silk panty ke andar wetness ki ek nayi layer jama ho chuki thi. Itna chhota sa incident, ek intern ki desk ke neeche se fenki gayi tharki gaze… lekin ab Geeti ke liye yeh chhote-chhote public exposures uski rooh ki khurak ban chuke the.
Usne handbag se phone nikaala aur secretly apna Instagram account khola. Kal executive bathroom wali photo ke likes ab 2.8K cross kar chuke the, aur shared Drive par Soham ne naye DMs ke screenshots verify kar liye the.
Phir usne Arjun ka WhatsApp chat thread khola. Usne abhi tak Arjun ke subah wale 8:00 AM wale desperate message ka koi reply nahi diya ka.
Soham ki strict rule-book ko dimaag mein rakhte hue, Geeti ne kaampte anguthe se type kiya:

Geeti: Still at my bank desk. Trying to focus on audit files… but it’s so hard when I keep remembering your fingers inside me.

Send.
Message bhejte hi usne phone face-down karke desk par rakh diya aur wapas system par kaam karne ka natak karne lagi. Lekin har do minute baad uski nazrein screen ke upar se nikal kar Rohan ke desk par chali jaati.
Aur har baar jab Rohan uski taraf dekh kar apni saans rokta, Geeti jaan-boojh kar apni nazar hata leti, apne pallu ko thoda aur side karti taaki uski silver waist chain ka kinara chamakta rahe.
Dono ke beech koi lafz nahi bola gaya tha, lekin dono achhi tarah jaante the ki us dark desk ke neeche ek behaya aur dangerous shuruaat ho chuki thi.

Aaj subah se hi uska mood poori tarah alag chal raha tha. Jism mein ek aisi pyas aur sensitivity baith chuki thi ki saree ke fabric ka har ek touch use arousing lag raha tha. Silk petticoat uski thighs ke beech halka sa chipak raha tha. Usne mahsoos kiya ki pichhle kuch dino se Soham ne use jiss tarah mardon ki tharki nazron se expose karwaya hai, usne uske andar ke sharm aur darr ko khatam karke ek behaya aurat ko jaga diya tha. Woh ab kisi ek mard ki mohtaj nahi thi—woh toh bas har us mard ka attraction enjoy karna chahti thi jo uske gori, ras-bhari body par apni laalchi nazar daale.
Tabhi uski nazar room ke doosre kone par baithe young intern Rohan par padi.
Rohan apne laptop keyboard par kuch type karne ka natak kar raha tha, lekin har do-teen second mein uski bhookhi, besharm aankhein Geeti ke gori kamar, uske deep-neck blouse, aur un silver anklets par ja kar tik jaati thin. Us young laonde ki nazron mein ek aisi paak-saaf tharak thi jo kisi bhi aurat ka sar ghuma de.
Geeti ke dimaag mein ek zordar, shaitani khayal aaya.
'Kal toh maine sirf desk ke neeche se iska gaze feel kiya tha... Aaj kyun na is bechare laonde ke saath thoda sa real game khela jaye? Iski jawani aur iska lack of control check kiya jaye?'
Soham ne use sikhaya tha ki mardon ko kaise unki aukaat dikhani hai aur unhe apni jawani ke jaal mein phasana hai. Rohan toh pehle se hi uske ek-ek curve par marni ke liye tayyaar tha. Thoda sa use aur pagal karne mein kya harj tha?
Geeti ne aahista se apne right leg ko chair par thoda adjust kiya. Soft silver anklet ki makhmali chhan-chhan ki aawaz office ke quiet cabin area mein goonj uthi. Usne jaan-boojh kar apni ungliyon se us anklet ke silver clasp ko thoda sa loose kiya aur...
Chhan…
Anklet uske gora, chikne paon se slip hokar hardwood floor par ja giri. Table ke bilkul neeche, uski chair ke paas.
Rohan ki nazar turant us aawaz par aakar chipak gayi. Uski saansain ruk gayi thin.
Geeti ne poori coolness ke saath formal, lekin thodi sa husn se bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Rohan… ek minute yahan aana. Can you help me with something?”
Rohan ek jhatke mein apni chair se khada hua, jaise use koi lottery lag gayi ho. “Ji… ji Geeti ma’am? Order kijiye.”
Geeti ne thoda sa aage lean karke floor ki taraf dekha, aur phir apni gehri, nashili aankhon se Rohan ke laal ho chuke chehre ko dekhte hue boli,
“Mera payal slip ho kar neeche gir gaya hai. Main agar khud neeche jhukungi toh saree ka pallu aur plates kharab ho jayenge... thoda help kar doge mera?”
Rohan ke chehre par ek second ke liye surprise aur shock aaya. Ek senior, married bank manager use apne paon ke paas jhukne ke liye bol rahi thi! Usne jhat se haan mein sar hila diya. Woh dabe paon Geeti ke desk ke paas aaya aur bina kuch bole, bilkul uske paon ke paas ghutnon ke bal neeche jhuk gaya.
Geeti ne apni leather chair ko ek inch peeche khiska diya, taaki Rohan ke liye uske paon ke paas poori jagah ban jaye. Phir, jaan-boojh kar aur poore hosh-o-hawas mein, usne apni peach chiffon saree ke bottom pleats aur silk petticoat dono ko thoda upar utha diya—bas itna ki uski gori, chikni pindleeyan aur ancle clear dikhai dene lagein.
Rohan ne floor se silver payal uthayi. Uske haath aisi buri tarah kaamp rahe the ki payal ki chains aapas mein bajne lagi thin.
Geeti ne dheere se apna right leg thoda aage khiska kar Rohan ke chehre ke bilkul saamne kiya aur halka sa utha kar boli:
“Yahan pehena do… thoda dhyan se, clasp tight kar dena.”
Rohan ne kaampte haathon se payal ko Geeti ke paon ke paas laaya. Uski garam, mardana ungliyan Geeti ke soft, gora skin se pehli baar touch hui. Geeti ke jism mein ek zordar current daud gaya. Rohan ka touch thoda garam aur aag se bhara tha.




Jab Rohan payal pehenane ke liye aage jhuka hua tha, Geeti ne mauke ka faida uthaya. Usne apni saree aur petticoat ko ek inch aur upar khiska diya. Ab uske paon ke upar wala hissa—thoda sa calf se upar, almost knee ke neeche tak—poori tarah se us young intern ki aakhon ke saamne tha. Soft fair skin, aur uske upar halka sa petticoat ka lace.
Rohan ka saans poori tarah se ataq gaya.
Us angle se, neeche se jhuke hue, use Geeti ke dono gori thighs ke beech ka woh shadowed space bhi halka sa dikhne laga tha. Peach chiffon saree ka shadow, petticoat ka soft inner fabric, aur uske andar… uski tight silk black panty ka ek chhotasa lacey edge.
Bas ek micro-second ke liye.
Lekin ek hungry intern ko pagal karne ke liye woh ek second hi kaafi tha.
Rohan ke haath wahi freeze ho gaye. Payal ka hook abhi tak band nahi hua tha. Usne kaampte hue garden utha kar upar dekha—Geeti upar se apni jhuki hui gehri nazron se use hi dekh rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein koi gussa ya sharm nahi thi. Sirf ek shant, behaya aur makkhar smile thi—ek open challenge.
Geeti ne bilkul madhoshi bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Ho gaya kya, Rohan?”
Rohan jaise jhatke se hosh mein aaya. Usne jaldi se kaampte anguthe se payal ka clasp band kiya aur jhatse khada ho gaya. Uske dono gaal tamatar ki tarah laal the, maathe par paseene ki boondein thin, aur uske trousers ke front part mein ek heavy bulge saaf dikh raha tha.
“Ho… ho gaya ma’am,” usne ek dabi hui, ghabraayi hui phusphusahat mein kaha.



Geeti ne sukoon se apni saree ki pleats ko neeche kiya, apne pallu ko theek kiya aur normal tone mein boli, “Thank you so much, Rohan. You are very helpful.”
Rohan tezz kadmon se wapas apne desk par bhaaga. Is baar usne mud kar dekhne ki himmat nahi ki. Uski jawani us senior hot wife ke aage ghutne tek chuki thi.
Geeti apni chair par baithi rahi.
Uske dil ki dhadkan tezz chal rahi thi. Usne feel kiya ki uski black silk panty ab pehle se kahin zyada wet aur chipchipi ho chuki thi. Apne se chhote umar ke ek mard ko apne paon ke neeche jhuka kar uski aakhon mein tharak aur laachari dekhna… use ek alag hi level ka nasha de raha tha.
Use ahsaas hua ki use kisi ek mard ya kisi ek message ki zarurat nahi thi—woh toh ek aisi hotwife ban chuki thi jo jahan chahe, jis mard ko chahe, apne ek ishare par apne paon mein jhuka sakti thi.
Usne handbag se phone nikaala, Instagram story folder khola, aur bina kisi captions ke sirf apne paon mein pehni us silver anklet aur gori ancle ka ek close-up click kiya.
Story upload hote hi usne phone face-down rakha, ek gehri saans li, aur computer screen par ledger entries dekhne lagi.
Lekin uske laal hothon par jo ek ghamandi aur behaya muskaan aayi thi, woh shaam tak nahi hatne wali thi.


Rohan jab apne desk par wapas aakar baitha, toh Geeti ne apni screen ke reflection se notice kiya ki us intern ka chehra ab bhi tamatar ki tarah laal tha. Woh laptop ke keyboard par apni ungliyan chalane ki acting kar raha tha, lekin uski ungliyan kaamp rahi thin aur woh baar-baar wrong keys press kar raha tha. Uski saansain abhi bhi bhari thin. Har do-teen minute mein woh paas rakhi steel water bottle uthata, ek bada sa ghoont gale se neeche utarta, aur phir se screen par aankhein gada leta. Uski nazar mein ek aisi pareshani aur behayai thi jo sirf tab aati hai jab koi ladka apni jawani par control khone lagta hai.
Geeti apna banking verification work karti rahi, lekin uski nazrein har thodi der mein us young intern ke helpless posture par ja kar ruk jaati thin.
Takriban bees minute baad Rohan achanak apni chair se jhatke se utha. Usne kursi ko peeche dhakela, aur bina kisi ki taraf dekhe tezz kadmon se corridor ki taraf nikal gaya. Geeti ne apni jagah se dekha—woh seedha staff executive bathroom ki taraf ja raha tha.
Geeti ka dil ekdum se tezz dhadakne laga. Uski chhati ke neeche ek aisi warmth uthi jo seedhe uski petticoat ke andar tak phail gayi.
Woh ek aurat thi, aur woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki ek 22 saal ka ladka, abhi-abhi uske paon ke paas jhukne, uski gori taanghon ko dekhne, aur uski black silk panty ka lacey edge dekhne ke baad, itni tezi mein bathroom kyun gaya hoga.
Paanch-saat minute tak bathroom ka darwaza band raha.
Jab Rohan wapas aaya, toh uska chehra pehle se kahin zyada flushed aur laal tha. Uski forehead aur upper lip par paseene ki halki boondein chamak rahi thin. Usne apni white shirt ke top collar ko ungliyon se thoda dheela kiya, ek gehri saans li, aur wapas apni chair par baith kar files mein khud ko busy dikhane ka naatak karne laga. Lekin uski aankhon ki stability khone lagi thi—woh poori tarah se ek oragasm ke baad wale hangover mein tha.
Geeti ne yeh sab ek-ek micro-detail mein observe kiya.
Uske dimaag mein ek bilkul clear, nangi picture ban gayi—Rohan bathroom ke andar locked door ke peeche khada hokar, apni pant ko neeche karke, abhi-abhi Geeti ke paon, uski silver anklet ki chhan-chhan, uski upar uthi hui peach chiffon saree, aur us black panty ke kinare ko yaad karte hue apne aap ko strokes de raha hoga... uske naam par apna paani chhod raha hoga.
Geeti ke dono gaal aag ki tarah garam ho gaye.
Ek ajeeb si sharm, behayai, aur behad ghamand dono ek saath uske andar uthe. Usne socha—*“Woh abhi-abhi... mere naam par... mere paon ke baare mein soch kar... bathroom mein stroke karke aaya hai?”*
Uske andar ek strange, addictive satisfaction thi. Itna young, handsome ladka, uske ek chhote se payal pehenane wale khel se itna out of control ho gaya ki usko bathroom jaakar apne aap ko release karna pada.
Geeti ne sharm se apni aankhein jhuka liin. Uski silk panty pehle se hi geeli thi, ab is khayal ne uske jism ko aur zyada sensitive aur wet bana diya. Usne apni chair par thoda sa position shift kiya, apni gori thighs ko aapas mein kas ke press kiya taaki uski wetness thodi settle ho sake.
Usne phone uthaya aur Arjun ke WhatsApp draft mein ek line type ki, lekin send nahi ki. Bas draft mein save chhod diya taaki baad mein Soham ko dikha sake:
> *“Someone just went to the office washroom to relieve himself... just by looking at my ankles under the desk.”*
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Phir usne phone face-down rakha aur deep breath li.
Tabhi uske desk par rakha internal intercom shrill sound ke saath baj utha.
Geeti ne receiver uthaya. “Hello?”
“Geeti ji, Raghavan sir ne aapko bulaya hai. Unke private cabin mein right now,” reception se manager ki aawaz aayi.
Geeti thoda surprise hui. Raghavan sahab aaj subah se hi thode alag, silent mood mein the. Unhone morning audit meeting mein Geeti se kam baat ki thi, lekin unki gehri, tharki nazrein baar-baar Geeti ke blouse aur uski kamar par aakar rukti rahi thin.
Woh apni chair se uthi, saree ki pleats ko theek kiya, pallu ko waist chain par adjust kiya, aur senior manager ke private cabin ki taraf chal di.
Cabin ka heavy wooden door half-open tha. Geeti ne door par do baar halki si knock ki.
“Aaiye, Geeti ji,” Raghavan ki gehri, authoritarian aawaz andar se aayi.
Geeti andar gayi aur darwaza halka sa peeche push kar diya. Raghavan apne bade executive leather chair par baithe the. Unhone apna dark suit jacket utar kar sofa par phenk rakha tha, aur unki white shirt ke sleeves elbow tak roll up the. Table par Q2 corporate files open thin.
“Baithiye, Geeti,” unhone apni bhari aawaz mein kaha, bina kisi औपचारिक smile ke.
Geeti ne unke saamne wali leather chair par baithte hue notice kiya ki Raghavan ki nazrein uske chehre se hoti hui neeche jhukin—uske deep-cut neckline, collarbone, aur blouse ke tight curve par—aur phir slow motion mein wapas uski aankhon mein aayi.
“Ek bahut bada corporate portfolio project aa raha hai,” Raghavan ne seedhe point par aate hue kaha, unki tone mein ek senior boss ka authority tha. “Next week se start hoga. Client Singapore-based hai, heavy balance sheet hai. Main chahta hoon aap isme lead team member bano.”
Geeti ne apni professional, polished tone mein kaha, “Ji sir, thank you. Main bilkul ready hoon.”




Raghavan table par thoda aage jhuke. Unki aawaz thodi low aur private ho gayi, jaise cabin ke andar sirf wahi dono the.
“Is project mein late sittings bhi hongi, Geeti. Shaam ko 7-8 baje tak. Kabhi-kabhi poora office almost empty hoga... aalok aur baaki staff chale jayenge. Main aur aap... aur shayad ek-do aur log. Aapko late rukne mein koi problem toh nahi?”
Geeti ne unki gehri, laalchi aankhon mein dekha. Unki nazar mein sirf official banking work nahi tha. Ek aisi garmi aur physical attraction tha jo pichhle kuch hafton se slowly build ho raha tha. Raghavan us par apna authority use kar rahe the.
Geeti ne halka sa sar hilaya, uski aawaz mein ek subtle, professional acceptance tha. “Mujhe koi problem nahi hai, sir. Work comes first.”
Raghavan ke hothon par ek makkhar aur satisfied smile aa gayi. “Bahut achha. Toh aaj shaam ko 6:30 ke around mere cabin mein rukna. Detailed briefing karni hai... jab baaki sabhi branch wale nikal jayenge.”
Geeti ne “Ji sir” kaha aur apni chair se uthne lagi.
Jab woh darwaze ki taraf mud kar jaane lagi, Raghavan ne peeche se unhe roka.
“Geeti...”
Geeti ruki, aur mud kar dekha.
Raghavan ne uski peach chiffon saree, uske gora neck, aur uski patli kamar par ek lambi, hungry nazar daali.
“Aaj ki saree... color bahut soft hai. Aur aap par bahut suit kar raha hai.”
Geeti ne sirf ek sharmili aur icy smile ke saath kaha, “Thank you, sir,” aur cabin se bahar corridor mein aa gayi.
Corridor ke cool AC atmosphere mein aate hi usne ek gehri, bhari saans li. Uski chest fast-rate par move kar rahi thi.
Pehle ek young intern ne desk ke neeche paon dekh kar bathroom mein masturbate kiya...
Aur ab uske senior boss ne empty office mein late-sitting ke bahane use cabin mein akele rokne ka plan bana liya tha.
Geeti ne apne handbag mein rakha phone tight pakda. Usne socha—aaj ka din uski behayai aur life ke liye thoda zyada dangerous aur erotic ho raha hai.
Lekin jab woh apne desk ki taraf badhi, toh uske gulabi hothon par jo ek gehri, ghamandi aur behaya muskaan aayi thi, usne use chhupane ki koi koshish nahi ki.