22-08-2026, 07:06 PM
“Kya?” Vimla ka chehra confusion se bhar gaya. “Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha.”
Dara ne ek pair pe weight daal ke apna poora swagger wapas le liya. Ab uske chehre pe wohi purana confident, thoda ghamandi expression aa gaya tha.
“Samajhne layak kya hai yahan? Seedhi baat hai. Main memsaab ko chodta hoon. Aur yeh bhi maza leti hai.”
Vimla ki aankhein phail gayi. “Ruko… tu aur yeh? Aur… apni marzi se?” Uske awaaz mein vishwaas nahi ho raha tha.
Woh baar-baar Menaka ko dekh rahi thi — uski nangi body, lage boobs, bandhe haath, thighs pe cum ke nishaan — aur phir Dara ko.
Ek buddha sa watchman, aur yeh itni sundar, high-class aurat.
Dara ne Menaka ki taraf dekha, awaaz mein thoda sa edge laate hue bola, “Bata usse, memsaab.”
Menaka ne aankhein neeche kiye hue dheere se sir hilaya. Uski sharm ab hadd paar kar chuki thi. Woh chahti thi ki Dara bas chup ho jaaye, par woh toh ab shuru hi hua tha.
“Kab se yeh sab chal raha hai???” Vimla ne almost cheekhte hue poocha.
Dara hans pada. Ab toh woh fully apne element mein aa gaya tha. Woh Vimla ke saamne thoda sa walk karne laga, jaise koi story suna raha ho.
“Actual sex… bas do din pehle shuru hua. Par usse pehle se hi kaafi kuch chal raha tha. Jab isne humein roof pe pakda tha na, uske thodi der baad se. Actually isne humein ek baar aur bhi pakda tha pehle, tujhe pata nahi tha.”
Vimla ka chehra ab embarrassment aur jalan dono se laal ho raha tha. Woh Menaka ko dekh rahi thi jaise uspe yakeen na ho.
Dara jaari raha, ab toh poora detail mein boasting karne laga.
“Pehli baar jab isne mujhe apne bedroom mein mauka diya, toh main soch bhi nahi sakta tha ki itni badi memsaab itni geeli ho sakti hai. Bed pe ghodi bana ke choda tha. Cheekhein nikaal di thi iske. Phir living room mein sofe pe bhi kiya, zameen pe bhi. Aaj subah bhi… kitchen mein hi pel diya. Dekh le, abhi bhi iske thighs pe mera maal laga hua hai.”
Menaka ki aankhein aur neeche jhuk gayi. Har lafz uske liye thappad ki tarah pad raha tha. Uske kaan garam ho gaye the. Woh andar hi andar sidhi hoti ja rahi thi.
Chup kar… please chup kar… itna mat bata…
Par Dara rukne wala nahi tha.
“Itni sundar aurat, itni classy… aur mere jaise watchman ke lund pe tadapti hai. Kabhi socha tha kya tune? Ki yeh memsaab bhi raat ko meri randi ban jaati hai? Gaand pe thappad maango, baal kheecho, muh chodo. Bilkul waisi hi hai jaise tu hoti hai… bas body zyada soft aur mehengi hai.”
Vimla munh khole usko dekh rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi — yeh buddha, yeh ordinary sa watchman, kaise is itni khoobsurat aurat ko seduce kar gaya? Kaise isne high-class memsaab ko apne neeche jhuka liya?
Menaka ab almost kaamp rahi thi sharm se. Har word uske seene mein chubh raha tha. Woh apne aap ko itna sasta, itna giri hui mehsoos kar rahi thi ki usko saans lene mein bhi takleef ho rahi thi.
Aakhir mein usne bilkul dheemi, kaampi hui awaaz mein kaha,
“Mera… mera haath toh khol do.”
Uski awaaz mein bheekh thi, sharm thi, aur ek gehri thakan thi.
“Mera haath toh khol do,” Menaka ne bilkul dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Uski nazar ab bhi zameen pe thi.
“Thodi der baad,” Dara ne pure ghamand se jawab diya. Phir woh seedha uske paas chala gaya. Usne bilkul shameless tarike se uske nipples ko ungli se flick kiya — ek baar, do baar — jaise koi apni cheez chhoo raha ho.
“Yeh memsaab ka husband mahino door rehta hai ship pe. Jab pehli baar isne humein roof pe pakda tha, tab isko jo dikha… woh pasand aa gaya. Isko bhi taste chahiye tha.”
Phir Dara ne Vimla ki taraf dekha aur bina kisi sharm ke bolna shuru kar diya, jaise koi story suna raha ho:
“Iske boobs dekh… kitne bade aur soft hain. Jab bhi muh mein leta hoon, poora bhar jaata hai. Nipples itne sensitive hain ki halka sa kaatun toh yeh tadapne lagti hai. Gaand? Haan bhaisaab, bilkul gol aur tight. Jab peeche se thappad maarta hoon toh laal ho jaati hai aur yeh aur geeli ho jaati hai. Aur chut… saali itni tight aur garam hai ki lagta hai pehli baar kisi ne choda ho. Do din mein kitni baar pela hai isko… sofa pe, kitchen counter pe, shack mein, standing, ghodi bana ke, godi mein utha ke. Kabhi iske muh mein daala, kabhi gaand ke bilkul paas le jaake dhamkaya. Aur har baar yeh jhadti hai. Cheekhein nikaalti hai. ‘Zor se pel… meri chut teri hai’ bolti hai.”
Menaka ki aankhein sharm se band ho gayi. Har lafz uske liye agni ki tarah tha. Uska chehra laal se laal ho gaya tha.
“Memsaab?” Vimla ki awaaz mein ab saaf taana tha, almost ghin ke saath.
Menaka ab bhi Vimla ki aankhon mein nahi dekh pa rahi thi. Vimla usko gusse se ghoor rahi thi. Phir achanak uske aankhon se aansu nikal aaye aur woh rone lagi.
Dara turant uske paas gaya, console karne ke liye.
“Toh… toh… tu mujhe dhoka de raha tha?” Vimla ek dum se bhadak uthi aur Dara ke seene pe mukke lagane lagi.
“Arre arre, shaant ho ja,” Dara ne uske kandhe pakad liye. Chhoti-moti mukke uspar koi asar nahi kar rahe the.
“Itne din se… jo-jo baatein tu mujhse karta tha…” Vimla rote-rote bol rahi thi.
Menaka ne aakhir mein sar uthaya aur un dono ko dekha.
“Woh saari baatein main toh karta tha. Ab bhi karta hoon,” Dara ne dheere se kaha aur Vimla ko kiss karne ki koshish ki, par usne munh pher liya.
“Tu ne kaha tha main apne pati ko chhod doon… tu ne kaha tha tu mujhse pyar karta hai!”
“Karta hoon! Bohot pyar karta hoon!” Dara ne bilkul sincere awaaz mein kaha. “Aur tujhe apne daru peene wale pati ko chhod hi dena chahiye.”
Us waqt sirf main hi dekh paya Menaka ke chehre pe jo gehra udasi ka expression aaya. Jab Dara ne Vimla se kaha “I love you”, toh Menaka ke andar jalan aur jealousy ka ek tezz dard sa utra. Uske liye Dara ab sirf ek fuck-buddy nahi raha tha — yeh baat ab saaf ho gayi thi.
Vimla ne ghin bhari nazar se Menaka ki taraf dekha.
“Usse chhod ke tere saath raho… jab tu uske saath so raha hai? Main usse kaise compete karun? Dekh toh uski milky white skin… aur woh bade-bade boobs. Main kya uske saamne?”
Dara ne dono auraton ko ek-ek karke dekha. Uske chehre pe ab ek ajeeb sa control wala expression tha — jaise woh jaanta ho ki ab dono hi uske haath mein hain.
Main dekh raha tha Dara ne jealousy ka kaisa tight jaal buna tha. Dono auratein ek dusre se extreme jealous thi — sirf is lowly watchman ki wajah se. Apni saari sexual adventures mein bhi maine aisa level kabhi achieve nahi kiya tha.
Dara ne ek haath se Vimla ke gaal pe dhyaan se haath pherte hue kaha, aur doosre haath se bilkul openly
Menaka ke boobs pe chala gaya. Usne uske ek bade boob ko pakda, masla, aur nipple ko ungliyon ke beech leke dheere-dheere press kiya — bilkul Vimla ke saamne.
“Haan, iska body toh kamaal ka hai. Itne bade aur soft boobs… dekh kaise fit ho jaate hain mere haath mein.” Usne Menaka ke doosre boob ko bhi pakad liya aur dono ko ek saath dabaaya, thoda upar uthaya, jaise Vimla ko dikha raha ho. “Par iske paas husband bhi hai, beta bhi hai. Yeh memsaab hai, main watchman. Iske aur mere beech mein jo hai… woh sirf physical hai. Jo tere aur mere beech hai… woh asli hai!”
Menaka ki saans ruk gayi. Dara ke haath uske nange boobs pe the, Vimla dekh rahi thi, aur woh kuch kar nahi pa rahi thi kyunki haath ab bhi peeche bandhe the. Sharm aur gusse se uska chehra laal ho gaya.
Vimla ke aankhon mein jalan saaf dikh rahi thi. Dara jaan-bujh ke Menaka ke nipples ko pinch kar raha tha, thoda kheench raha tha, taaki Vimla dekh ke andar se jale.
“Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha,” Vimla phir se rote hue boli. Uski nazar Menaka ke boobs pe hi atki hui thi, jahan Dara ke haath ghum rahe the.
“Kyun nahi? Bas aise soch ki memsaab bhi hamare sexual games ki ek participant hai. Maine toh Banke se bhi tujhe chudwaya tha, tab tujhe koi problem nahi hui thi.”
“Woh… woh sirf maza ke liye tha,” Vimla ne defensive tone mein kaha.
Usne sar uthaya aur Menaka se aankhein milaayi. Dono ek dusre ko ghoorne lagi. Yeh do auratein — ek high-class, gori, bhari-puran body wali memsaab, doosri dusky, patli maid — dono ko Dara chod chuka tha.
Aur Banke bhi. Ab dono ki aankhon mein ek dusre ke liye ghin, jalan aur ek ajeeb si samajh thi.
Dara ne tab bhi Menaka ke boobs nahi chhode. Ulta usne thoda aur openly khelna shuru kar diya — unhe gol-gol ghumana, nipples ko thumb se ragadna — bilkul is liye taaki Vimla ki jealousy aur badhe.
“Yeh bhi bas wahi hai,” Dara bola.
“MERA HAATH ABHI KHOL!” Menaka aakhir mein cheekh uthi. Uske awaaz mein saaf resentment aur beizzati thi. “Yeh mera ghar hai! Tu mujhe aise treat nahi kar sakta!”
Dara ne Menaka ki taraf dekha, uske boobs ab bhi apne haath mein liye hue, aur dheere se muskuraya.
“Theek hai, jaldi khol dunga. Par pehle ek masla hal karna hai.”
Uske haath ab bhi Menaka ke boobs pe the, aur Vimla ki aankhon mein pure jalan ke saath-saath ek naya sawal bhi aa gaya tha — ki ab yeh aadmi kya karne wala hai.
“Kya?” Menaka ne almost thookte hue kaha.
“Vimla ke building wale jobs.”
Menaka chup reh gayi, par uske chehre pe turant guilt aa gaya. Vimla ne bhi dekh liya.
“Toh tumne hi karwaya tha, memsaab?” usne shock mein poocha.
“Mujhe nahi pata tum kya bak rahi ho,” Menaka ne weak awaaz mein kaha. Yakeen bilkul nahi ho raha tha uski baat ka.
Dara ab dheere-dheere uske kareeb aa raha tha. Uski aankhein Menaka ke nange, aate lage boobs pe atak gayi thi. Thodi der pehle jo gussa tha, usme ab ek naya rang mix ho raha tha — bhook.
“Sach? Hum dono jab chodte hain, tab tu baar-baar Vimla ke baare mein jealous hoke baatein karti hai.
Mujhse promise karwati hai ki main usse phir nahi milunga. Aur do din baad uske jobs chale jaate hain. Yeh sab coincidence hai?”
Menaka ne bas shoulders uthaye. Uske flour-smeared boobs hil uthe. Dara ki nazar wahi ruk gayi. Usne jeebh se apne hoth geele kiye.
“Tune un logon ko bataya tha?” Dara ne seedha poocha. Ab uski awaaz thodi bhaari ho chuki thi. “Itni jealous thi Vimla se ki uski rozi-roti kharab karne ki koshish ki?”
“Woh… mujhse jealous thi?” Vimla ne vishwaas na hote hue poocha.
Thodi der khamoshi rahi. Menaka un dono ko ghoor rahi thi.
“Tu ameer bigdi hui aurat!” Dara gusse se aage badha, par uske haath pehle se hi Menaka ke boobs ki taraf ja rahe the. “Tujhe pata hai main bhi nokri se nikal sakta hoon?”
Usne ek haath se Menaka ke baal pakad ke kheenche, aur doosre haath se uska right nipple itna zor se pinch kiya ki Menaka chillla uthi.
“Aahh!! Mat kar!”
Dara ne chhoda nahi. Ulta doosra nipple bhi pakad liya aur usko bhi pinch kiya. Uske apne jeans mein ab hilna shuru ho gaya tha. Yeh dard aur power ka mix usko phir se horny kar raha tha.
“Kyun nahi nikalunga???” usne nipples ko aur press karte hue poocha.
“Kyunki… maine unhe tere baare mein nahi bataya!” Menaka dard se cheekhti hui boli.
Main soch raha tha ki jaaun ka ab, par scene itna tight tha ki main chipka raha.
“Matlab?”
“Pehle mera haath khol!”
“Pehle bol!” Dara ne apna chehra uske bilkul kareeb le aaya aur dheeme se dhamkaya. Uski saans Menaka ke boobs pe pad rahi thi.
“Theek hai… theek hai… bas dard mat de,” Menaka ab almost rone wali thi.
Dara ne uske nipples chhod diye, par haath hataaye nahi. Bas halka sa sehlane laga, jaise ab maza le raha ho.
“Bol.”
Menaka ne kuch seconds gehre saans liye, phir boli:
“Haan… maine un do neighbors ko bata diya tha ki maine Vimla ko do baar roof pe sex karte dekha hai. Par yeh nahi bataya ki tere saath tha. Maine kaha kisi anjaan aadmi ke saath tha.”
Vimla tartly boli, “Toh is tarah meri naukri chali jaaye, aur tujhe yeh aadmi akele mil jaaye?”
Menaka ne bas sir hilaya.
“Kya bakwas aurat hai yeh!” Vimla ne gaali di.
Main bhi andar hi andar se sehmat tha. Kissi ki rozi-roti sirf apni jealousy aur sexual insecurity ke liye kharab kar dena… yeh level main Menaka mein expect nahi karta tha.
Teenon kuch der chup chaap ek dusre ko dekhte rahe. Menaka ka expression ab darr se badal kar guilt aur thakan mein aa gaya tha.
Dara ne aakhir mein kaha, awaaz mein ab saaf lust bhi mix thi:
“Hal toh simple hai. Memsaab, kyunki yeh gandagi tune failayi hai, toh ab tu Vimla ko apni maid rakh. Double pay pe.”
“Kya?” Menaka chillaayi.
“Kyaa?!” Vimla bhi boli. “Main is kutti ke yahan kaam nahi karungi!”
“Kyun nahi?” Dara ne poocha. Uske haath phir se Menaka ke boobs pe chal rahe the — ab halka masal raha tha, jaan-bujh ke.
“Kyunki yeh kutti hai,” Vimla gusse se boli.
“Please… ab mera haath khol do,” Menaka ne almost bheekh maangi. “Ungliyon mein feeling nahi bachi.”
“Haan haan…”
Dara ne aakhir mein apron ki knot kholi. Menaka ke haath aage aaye aur usne apne wrists ko sehlana shuru kiya. Aise karte hue uske boobs phir se hilne lage.
Vimla ki nazar wahi chali gayi.
Aur Dara ne dekh liya ki Vimla dekh rahi hai.
Uske chehre pe ek dheemi, gandi si muskurahat aa gayi. Jeans ke andar ab uska lund poora tight ho chuka tha. Yeh dono auratein, yeh tension, yeh power… sab milke usko phir se Menaka ke liye bhookha kar raha tha.
Dara ne ek pair pe weight daal ke apna poora swagger wapas le liya. Ab uske chehre pe wohi purana confident, thoda ghamandi expression aa gaya tha.
“Samajhne layak kya hai yahan? Seedhi baat hai. Main memsaab ko chodta hoon. Aur yeh bhi maza leti hai.”
Vimla ki aankhein phail gayi. “Ruko… tu aur yeh? Aur… apni marzi se?” Uske awaaz mein vishwaas nahi ho raha tha.
Woh baar-baar Menaka ko dekh rahi thi — uski nangi body, lage boobs, bandhe haath, thighs pe cum ke nishaan — aur phir Dara ko.
Ek buddha sa watchman, aur yeh itni sundar, high-class aurat.
Dara ne Menaka ki taraf dekha, awaaz mein thoda sa edge laate hue bola, “Bata usse, memsaab.”
Menaka ne aankhein neeche kiye hue dheere se sir hilaya. Uski sharm ab hadd paar kar chuki thi. Woh chahti thi ki Dara bas chup ho jaaye, par woh toh ab shuru hi hua tha.
“Kab se yeh sab chal raha hai???” Vimla ne almost cheekhte hue poocha.
Dara hans pada. Ab toh woh fully apne element mein aa gaya tha. Woh Vimla ke saamne thoda sa walk karne laga, jaise koi story suna raha ho.
“Actual sex… bas do din pehle shuru hua. Par usse pehle se hi kaafi kuch chal raha tha. Jab isne humein roof pe pakda tha na, uske thodi der baad se. Actually isne humein ek baar aur bhi pakda tha pehle, tujhe pata nahi tha.”
Vimla ka chehra ab embarrassment aur jalan dono se laal ho raha tha. Woh Menaka ko dekh rahi thi jaise uspe yakeen na ho.
Dara jaari raha, ab toh poora detail mein boasting karne laga.
“Pehli baar jab isne mujhe apne bedroom mein mauka diya, toh main soch bhi nahi sakta tha ki itni badi memsaab itni geeli ho sakti hai. Bed pe ghodi bana ke choda tha. Cheekhein nikaal di thi iske. Phir living room mein sofe pe bhi kiya, zameen pe bhi. Aaj subah bhi… kitchen mein hi pel diya. Dekh le, abhi bhi iske thighs pe mera maal laga hua hai.”
Menaka ki aankhein aur neeche jhuk gayi. Har lafz uske liye thappad ki tarah pad raha tha. Uske kaan garam ho gaye the. Woh andar hi andar sidhi hoti ja rahi thi.
Chup kar… please chup kar… itna mat bata…
Par Dara rukne wala nahi tha.
“Itni sundar aurat, itni classy… aur mere jaise watchman ke lund pe tadapti hai. Kabhi socha tha kya tune? Ki yeh memsaab bhi raat ko meri randi ban jaati hai? Gaand pe thappad maango, baal kheecho, muh chodo. Bilkul waisi hi hai jaise tu hoti hai… bas body zyada soft aur mehengi hai.”
Vimla munh khole usko dekh rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi — yeh buddha, yeh ordinary sa watchman, kaise is itni khoobsurat aurat ko seduce kar gaya? Kaise isne high-class memsaab ko apne neeche jhuka liya?
Menaka ab almost kaamp rahi thi sharm se. Har word uske seene mein chubh raha tha. Woh apne aap ko itna sasta, itna giri hui mehsoos kar rahi thi ki usko saans lene mein bhi takleef ho rahi thi.
Aakhir mein usne bilkul dheemi, kaampi hui awaaz mein kaha,
“Mera… mera haath toh khol do.”
Uski awaaz mein bheekh thi, sharm thi, aur ek gehri thakan thi.
“Mera haath toh khol do,” Menaka ne bilkul dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Uski nazar ab bhi zameen pe thi.
“Thodi der baad,” Dara ne pure ghamand se jawab diya. Phir woh seedha uske paas chala gaya. Usne bilkul shameless tarike se uske nipples ko ungli se flick kiya — ek baar, do baar — jaise koi apni cheez chhoo raha ho.
“Yeh memsaab ka husband mahino door rehta hai ship pe. Jab pehli baar isne humein roof pe pakda tha, tab isko jo dikha… woh pasand aa gaya. Isko bhi taste chahiye tha.”
Phir Dara ne Vimla ki taraf dekha aur bina kisi sharm ke bolna shuru kar diya, jaise koi story suna raha ho:
“Iske boobs dekh… kitne bade aur soft hain. Jab bhi muh mein leta hoon, poora bhar jaata hai. Nipples itne sensitive hain ki halka sa kaatun toh yeh tadapne lagti hai. Gaand? Haan bhaisaab, bilkul gol aur tight. Jab peeche se thappad maarta hoon toh laal ho jaati hai aur yeh aur geeli ho jaati hai. Aur chut… saali itni tight aur garam hai ki lagta hai pehli baar kisi ne choda ho. Do din mein kitni baar pela hai isko… sofa pe, kitchen counter pe, shack mein, standing, ghodi bana ke, godi mein utha ke. Kabhi iske muh mein daala, kabhi gaand ke bilkul paas le jaake dhamkaya. Aur har baar yeh jhadti hai. Cheekhein nikaalti hai. ‘Zor se pel… meri chut teri hai’ bolti hai.”
Menaka ki aankhein sharm se band ho gayi. Har lafz uske liye agni ki tarah tha. Uska chehra laal se laal ho gaya tha.
“Memsaab?” Vimla ki awaaz mein ab saaf taana tha, almost ghin ke saath.
Menaka ab bhi Vimla ki aankhon mein nahi dekh pa rahi thi. Vimla usko gusse se ghoor rahi thi. Phir achanak uske aankhon se aansu nikal aaye aur woh rone lagi.
Dara turant uske paas gaya, console karne ke liye.
“Toh… toh… tu mujhe dhoka de raha tha?” Vimla ek dum se bhadak uthi aur Dara ke seene pe mukke lagane lagi.
“Arre arre, shaant ho ja,” Dara ne uske kandhe pakad liye. Chhoti-moti mukke uspar koi asar nahi kar rahe the.
“Itne din se… jo-jo baatein tu mujhse karta tha…” Vimla rote-rote bol rahi thi.
Menaka ne aakhir mein sar uthaya aur un dono ko dekha.
“Woh saari baatein main toh karta tha. Ab bhi karta hoon,” Dara ne dheere se kaha aur Vimla ko kiss karne ki koshish ki, par usne munh pher liya.
“Tu ne kaha tha main apne pati ko chhod doon… tu ne kaha tha tu mujhse pyar karta hai!”
“Karta hoon! Bohot pyar karta hoon!” Dara ne bilkul sincere awaaz mein kaha. “Aur tujhe apne daru peene wale pati ko chhod hi dena chahiye.”
Us waqt sirf main hi dekh paya Menaka ke chehre pe jo gehra udasi ka expression aaya. Jab Dara ne Vimla se kaha “I love you”, toh Menaka ke andar jalan aur jealousy ka ek tezz dard sa utra. Uske liye Dara ab sirf ek fuck-buddy nahi raha tha — yeh baat ab saaf ho gayi thi.
Vimla ne ghin bhari nazar se Menaka ki taraf dekha.
“Usse chhod ke tere saath raho… jab tu uske saath so raha hai? Main usse kaise compete karun? Dekh toh uski milky white skin… aur woh bade-bade boobs. Main kya uske saamne?”
Dara ne dono auraton ko ek-ek karke dekha. Uske chehre pe ab ek ajeeb sa control wala expression tha — jaise woh jaanta ho ki ab dono hi uske haath mein hain.
Main dekh raha tha Dara ne jealousy ka kaisa tight jaal buna tha. Dono auratein ek dusre se extreme jealous thi — sirf is lowly watchman ki wajah se. Apni saari sexual adventures mein bhi maine aisa level kabhi achieve nahi kiya tha.
Dara ne ek haath se Vimla ke gaal pe dhyaan se haath pherte hue kaha, aur doosre haath se bilkul openly
Menaka ke boobs pe chala gaya. Usne uske ek bade boob ko pakda, masla, aur nipple ko ungliyon ke beech leke dheere-dheere press kiya — bilkul Vimla ke saamne.
“Haan, iska body toh kamaal ka hai. Itne bade aur soft boobs… dekh kaise fit ho jaate hain mere haath mein.” Usne Menaka ke doosre boob ko bhi pakad liya aur dono ko ek saath dabaaya, thoda upar uthaya, jaise Vimla ko dikha raha ho. “Par iske paas husband bhi hai, beta bhi hai. Yeh memsaab hai, main watchman. Iske aur mere beech mein jo hai… woh sirf physical hai. Jo tere aur mere beech hai… woh asli hai!”
Menaka ki saans ruk gayi. Dara ke haath uske nange boobs pe the, Vimla dekh rahi thi, aur woh kuch kar nahi pa rahi thi kyunki haath ab bhi peeche bandhe the. Sharm aur gusse se uska chehra laal ho gaya.
Vimla ke aankhon mein jalan saaf dikh rahi thi. Dara jaan-bujh ke Menaka ke nipples ko pinch kar raha tha, thoda kheench raha tha, taaki Vimla dekh ke andar se jale.
“Mujhe yakeen nahi ho raha,” Vimla phir se rote hue boli. Uski nazar Menaka ke boobs pe hi atki hui thi, jahan Dara ke haath ghum rahe the.
“Kyun nahi? Bas aise soch ki memsaab bhi hamare sexual games ki ek participant hai. Maine toh Banke se bhi tujhe chudwaya tha, tab tujhe koi problem nahi hui thi.”
“Woh… woh sirf maza ke liye tha,” Vimla ne defensive tone mein kaha.
Usne sar uthaya aur Menaka se aankhein milaayi. Dono ek dusre ko ghoorne lagi. Yeh do auratein — ek high-class, gori, bhari-puran body wali memsaab, doosri dusky, patli maid — dono ko Dara chod chuka tha.
Aur Banke bhi. Ab dono ki aankhon mein ek dusre ke liye ghin, jalan aur ek ajeeb si samajh thi.
Dara ne tab bhi Menaka ke boobs nahi chhode. Ulta usne thoda aur openly khelna shuru kar diya — unhe gol-gol ghumana, nipples ko thumb se ragadna — bilkul is liye taaki Vimla ki jealousy aur badhe.
“Yeh bhi bas wahi hai,” Dara bola.
“MERA HAATH ABHI KHOL!” Menaka aakhir mein cheekh uthi. Uske awaaz mein saaf resentment aur beizzati thi. “Yeh mera ghar hai! Tu mujhe aise treat nahi kar sakta!”
Dara ne Menaka ki taraf dekha, uske boobs ab bhi apne haath mein liye hue, aur dheere se muskuraya.
“Theek hai, jaldi khol dunga. Par pehle ek masla hal karna hai.”
Uske haath ab bhi Menaka ke boobs pe the, aur Vimla ki aankhon mein pure jalan ke saath-saath ek naya sawal bhi aa gaya tha — ki ab yeh aadmi kya karne wala hai.
“Kya?” Menaka ne almost thookte hue kaha.
“Vimla ke building wale jobs.”
Menaka chup reh gayi, par uske chehre pe turant guilt aa gaya. Vimla ne bhi dekh liya.
“Toh tumne hi karwaya tha, memsaab?” usne shock mein poocha.
“Mujhe nahi pata tum kya bak rahi ho,” Menaka ne weak awaaz mein kaha. Yakeen bilkul nahi ho raha tha uski baat ka.
Dara ab dheere-dheere uske kareeb aa raha tha. Uski aankhein Menaka ke nange, aate lage boobs pe atak gayi thi. Thodi der pehle jo gussa tha, usme ab ek naya rang mix ho raha tha — bhook.
“Sach? Hum dono jab chodte hain, tab tu baar-baar Vimla ke baare mein jealous hoke baatein karti hai.
Mujhse promise karwati hai ki main usse phir nahi milunga. Aur do din baad uske jobs chale jaate hain. Yeh sab coincidence hai?”
Menaka ne bas shoulders uthaye. Uske flour-smeared boobs hil uthe. Dara ki nazar wahi ruk gayi. Usne jeebh se apne hoth geele kiye.
“Tune un logon ko bataya tha?” Dara ne seedha poocha. Ab uski awaaz thodi bhaari ho chuki thi. “Itni jealous thi Vimla se ki uski rozi-roti kharab karne ki koshish ki?”
“Woh… mujhse jealous thi?” Vimla ne vishwaas na hote hue poocha.
Thodi der khamoshi rahi. Menaka un dono ko ghoor rahi thi.
“Tu ameer bigdi hui aurat!” Dara gusse se aage badha, par uske haath pehle se hi Menaka ke boobs ki taraf ja rahe the. “Tujhe pata hai main bhi nokri se nikal sakta hoon?”
Usne ek haath se Menaka ke baal pakad ke kheenche, aur doosre haath se uska right nipple itna zor se pinch kiya ki Menaka chillla uthi.
“Aahh!! Mat kar!”
Dara ne chhoda nahi. Ulta doosra nipple bhi pakad liya aur usko bhi pinch kiya. Uske apne jeans mein ab hilna shuru ho gaya tha. Yeh dard aur power ka mix usko phir se horny kar raha tha.
“Kyun nahi nikalunga???” usne nipples ko aur press karte hue poocha.
“Kyunki… maine unhe tere baare mein nahi bataya!” Menaka dard se cheekhti hui boli.
Main soch raha tha ki jaaun ka ab, par scene itna tight tha ki main chipka raha.
“Matlab?”
“Pehle mera haath khol!”
“Pehle bol!” Dara ne apna chehra uske bilkul kareeb le aaya aur dheeme se dhamkaya. Uski saans Menaka ke boobs pe pad rahi thi.
“Theek hai… theek hai… bas dard mat de,” Menaka ab almost rone wali thi.
Dara ne uske nipples chhod diye, par haath hataaye nahi. Bas halka sa sehlane laga, jaise ab maza le raha ho.
“Bol.”
Menaka ne kuch seconds gehre saans liye, phir boli:
“Haan… maine un do neighbors ko bata diya tha ki maine Vimla ko do baar roof pe sex karte dekha hai. Par yeh nahi bataya ki tere saath tha. Maine kaha kisi anjaan aadmi ke saath tha.”
Vimla tartly boli, “Toh is tarah meri naukri chali jaaye, aur tujhe yeh aadmi akele mil jaaye?”
Menaka ne bas sir hilaya.
“Kya bakwas aurat hai yeh!” Vimla ne gaali di.
Main bhi andar hi andar se sehmat tha. Kissi ki rozi-roti sirf apni jealousy aur sexual insecurity ke liye kharab kar dena… yeh level main Menaka mein expect nahi karta tha.
Teenon kuch der chup chaap ek dusre ko dekhte rahe. Menaka ka expression ab darr se badal kar guilt aur thakan mein aa gaya tha.
Dara ne aakhir mein kaha, awaaz mein ab saaf lust bhi mix thi:
“Hal toh simple hai. Memsaab, kyunki yeh gandagi tune failayi hai, toh ab tu Vimla ko apni maid rakh. Double pay pe.”
“Kya?” Menaka chillaayi.
“Kyaa?!” Vimla bhi boli. “Main is kutti ke yahan kaam nahi karungi!”
“Kyun nahi?” Dara ne poocha. Uske haath phir se Menaka ke boobs pe chal rahe the — ab halka masal raha tha, jaan-bujh ke.
“Kyunki yeh kutti hai,” Vimla gusse se boli.
“Please… ab mera haath khol do,” Menaka ne almost bheekh maangi. “Ungliyon mein feeling nahi bachi.”
“Haan haan…”
Dara ne aakhir mein apron ki knot kholi. Menaka ke haath aage aaye aur usne apne wrists ko sehlana shuru kiya. Aise karte hue uske boobs phir se hilne lage.
Vimla ki nazar wahi chali gayi.
Aur Dara ne dekh liya ki Vimla dekh rahi hai.
Uske chehre pe ek dheemi, gandi si muskurahat aa gayi. Jeans ke andar ab uska lund poora tight ho chuka tha. Yeh dono auratein, yeh tension, yeh power… sab milke usko phir se Menaka ke liye bhookha kar raha tha.
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