Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

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Shaam ke 6:25 ho rahe the.

Bank ke expansive hall par ab shaam ka gahra andhera aur thandak utar aayi thi. Main floor ki zyadatar tubelights off ho chuki thin, sirf glass cabins aur exit doors ke paas ki warm yellow focus lights jal rahi thin. Day-shift ke officers aur clerks apne bags pack karke nikal chuke the. Sannate mein sirf do-teen desks par bache hue staff ki keyboard ticking aur neeche lobby mein baithe security guard ke kadmon ki aawaz aa rahi thi.
Geeti ne apni revolving chair par baithe hue system shutdown kiya, audit spreadsheets ki printouts ek sleek leather file mein collect kiin, aur apne pallu ko waist chain par adjust karte hue Raghavan ke private executive cabin ki taraf chal di.
Uska dil uske deep-neck blouse ke andar asadharn tezi se dhadak raha tha. Aaj subah se lekar ab tak ka din ek toofan ki tarah guzra tha—Rohan ka desk ke neeche paon par nazrein tikana, uska ek payal pehenane ke bahane taanghon ko dekh kar bathroom jaakar masturbate karna, aur ab yeh empty office mein late-sitting briefing. Yeh sab milkar Geeti ke jism ko ek aisi extreme sensitivity par le aaye the jahan uski petticoat ke andar ki silk panty lagatar geeli ho rahi thi.
Usne cabin ke frosted glass door par apni gori, chikni ungliyon se do baar halki si knock ki.
Thok... thok.
“Aaiye, Geeti... door lock mat karna, bas halka sa latch par chhod do,” Raghavan ki gehri, bhari aawaz andar se aayi.
Geeti ne darwaza khola aur andar entry ki. Cabin ka mahaul dopahar ke muqable poori tarah badal chuka tha. Raghavan ne apna formal suit jacket aur tie bilkul hata kar leather sofa par phenk rakha tha. Unki white formal shirt ke top do buttons khule hue the, jisse unki chhati ke baal halki si jhalak de rahe the, aur sleeves elbows tak folded thin. Executive table par ek sleek laptop, do crystal glasses, aur corner mein ek single-malt scotch ki bottle rakhi thi—jo banking hours ke dauran pehle kabhi nahi dikhi thi.
“Baithiye,” Raghavan ne apni chair se khade hote hue kaha. Unki aawaz mein normal boss wali authority nahi, balki ek aisi alpha-male garmi thi jo seedhe skin ko hit karti thi.
Geeti unke saamne wali mahogany chair par baithi. Usne notice kiya ki cabin ka door poori tarah band nahi tha—halka sa half-inch ka gap tha. Corridor se abhi bhi ek-do staff members ki chappalon ki aawaz aur keyboard typing ki sound aa rahi thi. Iska matlab office abhi poori tarah khaali nahi hua tha. Kahi na kahi yeh darr aur thrill uske jism ko aur zyada sensitive bana raha tha.
Raghavan laptop ko ghumakar Geeti ki taraf karte hue bole, “Yeh Singapore portfolio project bahut high-stakes hai, Geeti. Isme numbers ke sath-sath emotional intelligence bhi chahiye.”
Woh apni chair se uthe aur slow-motion mein Geeti ke peeche aakar khade ho gaye. Laptop screen par figures dikhate hue woh itna paas aa gaye ki unke heavy masculine body ki garmi aur unke costly woody cologne ki smell Geeti ke hawas par chhane lagi.
“Yahan dekhiye...” Raghavan ne kaha, aur apna right hand Geeti ke left shoulder ke paas se nikaal kar laptop screen par point kiya.
Is movement mein unki shirt ki baazu aur unki garm, mardana wrist Geeti ke khule, chikne baalon aur gale ke soft skin se touch ho gayi.
Geeti ki saans ek second ke liye chest mein hi ataq gayi. Uski aakhon ke samne dhundlapan chhane laga.



Raghavan ne uski is reaction ko turant notice kiya, lekin apna haath peeche hatane ke bajaye thoda aur aage jhuke. Ab unka broad, heavy chest Geeti ki nangi peeth aur chiffon saree ke pallu se poori tarah press ho raha tha. Unki garm, bhari saansain Geeti kaan ke piche, uske neck-line par padne lagi thin.

“Is project ki wajeh se aapko mere sath bahut saara private time spend karna padega, Geeti... Late nights... Empty offices... aur shayad weekends par private sittings bhi. Tell me honestly, kya aap mere sath itna close kaam karne ke liye ready ho?”
Geeti ne screen ki taraf dekhne ka naatak karte hue apni nazrein neeche kiin. Uski aawaz ek makhnooni whisper mein badal gayi, “Main aapke har instruction ke liye tayyar hoon, sir... Aap bas order kijiye.”
Geeti ke is openly submissive aur flirty jawab ne Raghavan ke andar ke mard ko aur aag laga di. Unka right hand jo ab tak shoulder par halka sa tikka tha, ab sliding motion mein neeche aaya. Unki ungliyan Geeti ke deep-neck blouse ke border, uski exposed bare collarbone, aur gori neck par dheere-dheere ghumne lagi. Unka thumbs uske throat ke paas ki soft skin ko masalne laga.
“Aapki aaj ki yeh soft peach saree...” Raghavan ne unke kaan ke lobe par apne hoth almost touch karte hue phusphusaya, “bahut zyada distracting hai. Aur yeh jo kamar par silver waist chain pehni hai aapne... yeh kya mujhe pareshan karne ke liye pehni hai?”
Geeti ne ek gehri, bhari saans khinchi. Uski nipples uske padded black bra aur blouse ke fabric ke andar teer ki tarah hard ho chuki thin. Uski petticoat ke andar ek aisi aag machi ki usne chair par baithe hue apni taanghon ko ek doosre se aur tight press kar liya. Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki agar woh abhi ek jhatke mein khadi ho jaye ya strictly “Sir, please limit state mein rahiye” bol de, toh Raghavan peeche hat jayenge. Lekin Soham ki di hui behayai ki taaleem aur uske apne andar ke pyase jism ne use wahi rok kar rakha.
Usne apna sar thoda piche tilt kiya, unke bare chest par apna head rest karte hue sharmili aawaz mein bola, “Kamarbandh toh ladies pehenti hi hain sir... Lekin agar aapko distracting lag raha hai, toh main kal se utar doon?”
Raghavan ne ek gehri, ghurraahat bhari aawaz nikaali. “Don’t you dare... Yeh chain aapki is gori kamar par itni behaya lagti hai ki mera dimaag kaam karna band kar deta hai.”
Raghavan ka haath ab uske shoulder se neeche slip hote hue, uski patli waist chain par aa gaya. Unki mardana, garamdungliyan saree ke translucent fabric ke piche se Geeti ki gori, chikni kamar ki bare skin ko dabaney lagi. Woh silver chain unki ungliyon ke neeche press ho rahi thi.
“Sir...” Geeti ke mukh se ek dabi hui, behaya aah nikal gayi, lekin us aawaz mein koi resistance nahi tha, sirf ek open invitation tha.
Raghavan ne ab koi doori nahi rakhi. Unhone Geeti ko peeche se apni dono baahon ke ghere mein kas liya. Unka ek haath uski kamar par waist chain ko pakde hue tha aur doosra haath aage se aakar uske deep-neck blouse ke upar, uski chhati ke bilkul paas pressure banane laga. Unke hoth Geeti ke gaalon se ghisate hue uske gulabi hothon ke behad kareeb aa gaye.



Dono ki saansain aapas mein mix ho rahi thin. Raghavan ke hoth Geeti ke upper lip ko chhoone hi wale the, ek passion-filled deep kiss hone hi wali thi ki...

Tap... tap... tap...
Corridor se kisi ke heavy boots ki aawaz exact cabin ke darwaze ke paas aakar ruki.
“Good night, Raghavan sir! Main lockup check karke nikal raha hoon!” Senior clerk Aalok ki aawaz darwaze ke half-open gap se andar aayi.
Isse pehle ki Aalok ki nazar cabin ke andar jaye ya woh door push kare, Raghavan ne apne extreme reflex ka use kiya. Unhone Geeti ko apni baahon mein kas kar uthaya nahi, balki use turant chhod kar ek step peeche back-track kar gaye. Par unhone Geeti ke kandhe ko ek secondary support ki tarah pakde rakha taaki aisa lage ki woh sirf laptop screen par koi file point kar rahe hain.
Geeti ki chest fast speed par upar-neeche ho rahi thi, uske hoth open the, aur gaal tamatar ki tarah laal the.
Raghavan ne apni tone ko instant 180-degree change karke bilkul formal, strict managerial voice mein badla, “Yeah, Aalok! Good night. Glass doors lock kar dena aur guard ko keys handover kar do. Geeti ji aur main 10 minutes mein audit wrap up karke nikal rahe hain.”
“Okay sir, Good night Geeti ma’am!” Aalok ne corridor se hi kaha aur uske kadmon ki aawaz main lobby ki taraf badh gayi.
Cabin mein once again ek heavy, suffocating silence chha gayi.
Aalok ke jaate hi Raghavan ne ek gehri saans li, lekin is baar unhone Geeti ko fir se physical grab nahi kiya. Unke hothon par ek makkhar, victorious aur pyasi muskaan thi. Woh jaante the ki Geeti poori tarah se unke control mein aa chuki thi aur usne unke kisi bhi touch ka protest nahi kiya tha.
Raghavan ne Geeti ke laal ho chuke chehre, uske kaampte hue lower lip, aur uske hilti hui chhati par ek lambi, hungry nazar daali.
“I think hume is briefing ko yahan halt karna chahiye, Geeti...” Raghavan ne apni shirt ke top button ko ungli se sambhalte hue ek husky voice mein kaha. “Agar main do minute aur nahi ruka, toh main is cabin ke glass door ko lock karke aapko is executive table par hi litaye bina nahi chhod paunga.”
Geeti ka poora jism is statement se kaamp utha.
Raghavan thoda aage jhuke aur Geeti ke kaan mein phusphusaye, “Kal shaam ko exact 6:30 baje fir se mere cabin mein aana. Tab tak ke liye... control yourself. Baaki ki briefing hum kal yahin poori karenge.”
Geeti ne kaampte haathon se apni audit files ko apne chest se chipkaya. Uske paon itne weak aur unstable ho chuke the ki woh badi mushkil se khadi ho paayi. Usne sirf ek sharmili, wet, aur behaya nazar Raghavan ki laal aakhon par daali.
“Ji... ji sir. Kal shaam... 6:30 baje,” Geeti ne ek dabi hui tone mein bola.
Jab woh darwaze ke handle par haath rakh kar cabin se bahar nikalne lagi, Raghavan ne peeche se ek final shot mara.
“Geeti...”
Geeti ne darwaze ke paas ruk kar peeche dekha.
Raghavan unke paon mein pehni silver payal aur unki kamarbandh ki taraf dekhte hue bole, “Aapki payal ki chhan-chhan aur aapki yeh waist chain kal shaam ko mere cabin mein rehni chahiye. Don’t forget.”
Geeti ne koi jawab nahi diya. Sirf apne gulabi hothon ko daanton tale dabaya, ek halki si sharmili smile di, aur cabin se bahar corridor mein nikal aayi.
Corridor ke cool AC mein aate hi Geeti ne diwar ke cold surface se apni peeth tek di. Uski taangein itni zyada kaamp rahi thin ki use laga woh wahi floor par baith jayegi. Uski silk panty poori tarah se uski wetness se soak ho chuki thi.
Woh diwar se tiki hui gehri saansain leti rahi.
Woh achhi tarah samajh chuki thi.
Raghavan ab use koi escape route nahi dene wale the. Woh ek predator ki tarah use time de rahe the, use tarasa rahe the.
Lekin jaldi hi... shayad kal shaam ko hi... woh use is empty office ke executive cabin mein poori tarah se reclaim kar lenge.
Aur sabse ajeeb aur khaufnak baat yeh thi ki Geeti ke andar is khayal se koi darr nahi tha—balki ek behaya, dark, aur extreme sexual excitement ka toofan mach raha tha jo use Soham ki ek perfect, unstoppable hotwife bana raha tha.