Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Geeti ki jab aakhne khuli toh master bedroom mein subah ki halki, sunheri roshni curtains ke edges se chhan kar aa rahi thi. Uskar pura jism kal raat ke extreme 6,000-viewer live stream aur violent orgasm ke baad thaka hua, relaxed, lekin ajeeb se garmi se bhara hua tha. Usne kal raat ko hi apna wet silk petticoat badal liya tha, par uski inner thighs ke beech aur skin ke har pore par kal raat ke public exposure ki behaya feeling chipki hui thi.
Side table par uska encrypted phone silent mode par continuous vibrate hone laga.
Geeti ne aahista se apna gora haath badhaya aur phone screen illuminate hui. Screen par Arjun ka naam blink kar raha tha. Koi text message nahi tha, balki ek audio file ka red waveform marker tha—exact 2 minutes 14 seconds ka voice note.
Geeti ne chest par sheet thodi aur pull ki aur bedroom door ki taraf dekha, jo poori tarah closed tha. Hallway mein Amrita ke room se abhi tak koi movement nahi thi. Soham raat bhar late btc client meeting ki wajeh se abhi tak ghar wapas nahi aaya tha, ya shayad dusre guest room mein so raha tha—Geeti ne check karne ki zahmat nahi uthai.
Usne screen par play button press kiya.
Pehle teen seconds tak sirf ajeeb sa room ambience aur heavy breathing ki sound aayi. Phir Arjun ki ras-bhari, deep aur thodi rough mardana aawaz earphone aur speaker ki border-line par goonj uthi.
“Geeti… I listened to your live stream last night.”
Geeti ke paon ki ungliyan bed sheet par jhatke se tight ho gayi.
“I know it was you. The way you breathe... the way you moan when you’re close to cumming. I recognized it instantly from that pub booth.”
Geeti ne jhat se volume key press karke thoda kam kiya, lekin phone ko apne kaan se bilkul chipka kar rakha. Uski saansain fir se tezz hone lagi thin.
“I stroked my cock the entire time you had your hand inside that silk petticoat. I came hard right when you came on stream... and I’m still not done with you.”
Voice note mein ek chhota sa intense pause aaya, jahan Arjun ke breath ka heavy puff sunai diya.
“Next time I don’t want your fingers inside you, Geeti. I want my mouth on your wet folds. I want you lying on my bed, your saree pulled up, and I want to taste that exact wetness I felt on my fingers that night. I want to hear you scream my name when you finish... Not into a phone mic, but directly into my mouth.”
Voice note complete hua aur display light dim ho gayi.



Geeti phone ko apni nangi collarbone aur bare breasts ke beech chipkaaye leti rahi. Uski lacey panty kal raat ki tarah fir se uski internal moisture se geeli hone lagi thi. Usne kaampte anguthe se WhatsApp reply box khola, kuch dirty text type kiya, backspace dakar delete kiya, aur fir se type karne lagi.
Tabhi bedroom ka door bina aawaz ke dheere se khula aur Soham andar enter hua.
Uske haath mein apna office leather bag tha. Raat bhar client dinner aur driving ke baad bhi uski aankhein completely awake aur sharp thin. Usne Geeti ko bed par nangi shoulders ke saath phone ko seene se dabaye hue dekha aur room ki aag ko turant samajh gaya.
“Kiska voice note sun rahi ho subah-subah?” Soham ne bilkul calm voice mein poocha.
Geeti ne turant phone ka face neeche bed par ulta kar diya. “Arjun ka audio aaya hai.”
Soham ne bag sofa par rakha, shoes unlace karke utaare, aur bed ke edge par Geeti ke bilkul paas aa kar baith gaya. Usne apna haath aage badhaya aur Geeti ki aakhon mein dekha.
“Mujhe bhi sunna hai.”
Geeti ne chupchaap phone Soham ke haath mein pakda diya. Soham ne voice note play kiya aur pure 2 minute 14 second tak bilkul chupchaap suna. Doosri baar sunte waqt uske hothon par ek bohut hi dark aur wicked smile aa gayi.
“Bohut hi intense aur dirty bolta hai yeh laonda,” Soham ne Geeti ke gore gaal par ungli se trace karte hue kaha. “Especially that last line about his mouth on you.”
Soham ne phone ko room ke Bluetooth speaker se pair kiya. Volume ko exact medium level par set kiya—itna ki room ki walls mein Arjun ki rough aawaz reverberate kare, lekin bahar Amrita ke room tak sound wave na jaye.
Usne loop option toggle karke Play press kar diya.
Arjun ki aawaz bedroom ke corner-corner mein phailne lagi:
“…I want to taste that exact wetness I felt on my fingers that night…”
Soham ne bed ke side se kal raat wala sheer black scarf uthaya, lekin is baar usne Geeti ka face cover nahi kiya. Usne Geeti ke dono wrists ko pakda aur headboard ke wooden rod se ek soft silk dupatta ke sath bandh diya. Constraint tight nahi tha—bas itna ki Geeti apne haathon ko apni thighs ya clit tak le ja kar masturbate na kar sake.
“Aaj tu sirf sunegi,” Soham ne Geeti ke overheated earlobe par apne hoth rakhte hue kaha. “Aur main decide karunga ki tu kab touch hogi aur kab tadpegi.”



Voice note loop par doosri baar start hua:

“…I stroked my cock the entire time you had your hand inside that petticoat…”
Soham ne Geeti ka black crop top upar ki taraf slide kiya, par utara nahi. Uske bhari, ras-bhare breasts dim amber light mein bare ho gaye. Soham ne unhe haath se touch tak nahi kiya—sirf unki heavy, rapid movement ko ghoorta raha. Phir usne petticoat ka silk knot unfasten kiya aur fabric ko uski inner thighs tak niche khiska diya.
Geeti ki saansain fast aur shaky ho gayi. Uski panty fabric pehle se hi drench ho chuka tha.
Soham ne apni index finger se Geeti ki bare inner thigh par halki tracing ki—bottom se lekar sensitive crotch line tak—aur turant haath peeche khinch liya.
“Abhi bilkul nahi.”
Voice note teesri baar room mein speaker se goonj raha tha:
“…say my name when you finish. Not into a phone. Into my mouth…”
Geeti ke hips bed se thode lift hone lage, uski body natural rhythm mein orgasm maang rahi thi. Soham ne apne heavy haath se uski waist ko daba kar mattress par wapas push kar diya.
“Loop sun. Uske ek-ek dirty word ko dimaag mein print kar le. Kal tu iska reply karegi—aur content main dictate karunga.”
Soham ne do ungliyon se Geeti ke wet silk panty ke upar se uske swollen clit par continuous, slow circular movement start ki. Pressure itna light aur teaser tha ki Geeti frustration mein moaning karne lagi, par finish line tak nahi pahunch pa rahi thi.
Voice note chauthi baar replay hua.
Geeti ne wrist constraints ke against haath khinche. “Soham… please… thoda aur press karo… ahh…”
“Uska naam mat bol abhi,” Soham ne uske cleavage par apni saans chhodte hue kaha. “Pehle meri fingering se climax ke edge par aa. Phir main haath hataunga.”
Soham ne exactly wahi kiya. Usne panty ko thoda side karke apni do fingers ko Geeti ki dripping folds ke beech slide kiya aur rapid strokes dene laga. Geeti ke lips khul gaye, uski thighs violently shake karne lagiin, aur uski saansain tootne waali thin—par jaise hi woh orgasm ke micro-second distance par pahunchi, Soham ne apni fingers poori tarah bahar khinch liin.
Room mein fir se sirf Arjun ki recorded, husky voice goonj rahi thi.
Geeti ne kaampte hue aakhne khol kar Soham ko dekha—uski dark eyes mein intense desire, frustration aur anger ka deadly mixture tha.
Soham ne muskurate hue voice note ko fifth time play par set kar diya.





Voice note loop par doosri baar start hua:
“…I stroked my cock the entire time you had your hand inside that petticoat…”
Soham ne Geeti ka black crop top upar ki taraf slide kiya, par utara nahi. Uske bhari, ras-bhare breasts dim amber light mein bare ho gaye. Soham ne unhe haath se touch tak nahi kiya—sirf unki heavy, rapid movement ko ghoorta raha. Phir usne petticoat ka silk knot unfasten kiya aur fabric ko uski inner thighs tak niche khiska diya.
Geeti ki saansain fast aur shaky ho gayi. Uski panty fabric pehle se hi drench ho chuka tha.
Soham ne apni index finger se Geeti ki bare inner thigh par halki tracing ki—bottom se lekar sensitive crotch line tak—aur turant haath peeche khinch liya.
“Abhi bilkul nahi.”
Voice note teesri baar room mein speaker se goonj raha tha:
“…say my name when you finish. Not into a phone. Into my mouth…”
Geeti ke hips bed se thode lift hone lage, uski body natural rhythm mein orgasm maang rahi thi. Soham ne apne heavy haath se uski waist ko daba kar mattress par wapas push kar diya.
“Loop sun. Uske ek-ek dirty word ko dimaag mein print kar le. Kal tu iska reply karegi—aur content main dictate karunga.”
Soham ne do ungliyon se Geeti ke wet silk panty ke upar se uske swollen clit par continuous, slow circular movement start ki. Pressure itna light aur teaser tha ki Geeti frustration mein moaning karne lagi, par finish line tak nahi pahunch pa rahi thi.
Voice note chauthi baar replay hua.
Geeti ne wrist constraints ke against haath khinche. “Soham… please… thoda aur press karo… ahh…”
“Uska naam mat bol abhi,” Soham ne uske cleavage par apni saans chhodte hue kaha. “Pehle meri fingering se climax ke edge par aa. Phir main haath hataunga.”
Soham ne exactly wahi kiya. Usne panty ko thoda side karke apni do fingers ko Geeti ki dripping folds ke beech slide kiya aur rapid strokes dene laga. Geeti ke lips khul gaye, uski thighs violently shake karne lagiin, aur uski saansain tootne waali thin—par jaise hi woh orgasm ke micro-second distance par pahunchi, Soham ne apni fingers poori tarah bahar khinch liin.
Room mein fir se sirf Arjun ki recorded, husky voice goonj rahi thi.
Geeti ne kaampte hue aakhne khol kar Soham ko dekha—uski dark eyes mein intense desire, frustration aur anger ka deadly mixture tha.
Soham ne muskurate hue voice note ko fifth time play par set kar diya.


Sunday ki subah jab Geeti ki aankhein khuli, toh bedroom ke sheer white curtains se subah ki sunheri roshni room mein enter kar rahi thi. Kal raat ke intense voice note loop, boundary-pushing tension, aur internal arousal ke baad uska poora jism abhi bhi ek ajeeb si exhaustion aur continuous garmi se bhara hua tha. Usne kal raat apna wet silk petticoat badal liya tha, lekin uski inner thighs ke beech aur body ke ek-ek pore par unfulfilled starvation aur public exposure ki feeling chipki hui thi.

Soham uske side mein nahi tha. Kitchen se stainless steel ke utensil ki halki chhan-chhan sound aur balcony se Sunday newspaper ke pages palatne ki aawaz aa rahi thi.
Side table par uska encrypted phone silent mode par vibrate hua. Screen par subah 8:41 AM ka notification blink kar raha tha.
Arjun:
Sunday. Exactly 4 PM. Juhu, that quiet cafe near the old sea-facing road. I booked a private corner table with low lighting. Come in a saree.
Geeti ne text ko do baar repeat karke padha. Usne koi immediate response nahi diya. Pehle Soham ka reaction aur instructions zaroori the.
Woh pillow se uthi, apni loose t-shirt aur pyjama adjust kiya, aur slow steps ke sath kitchen ki taraf badhi. Soham balcony ki glass railing se tek lagaye chai ka mug haath mein liye bahar ki greenery ko dekh raha tha. Amrita ka room abhi bhi locked tha—woh so rahi thi.
Soham ne tea sip karte hue bina mudey kaha, "Aa gaya Arjun ka message?"
Geeti ne chupchaap phone screen unlock karke uske saamne kar di.
Soham ne text read kiya, chai ka ek aur sip liya, aur sharp, calculate look ke sath bola, "Theek hai. Jaana hai toh jaa. Lekin aaj meri conditions par meeting hogi. Har ek single detail meri dictation ke hisab se chalegi."
Geeti ne counter se apna ceramic cup uthaya. Uski heartbeats fast thin, lekin usne face ko bilkul composed aur neutral rakha.
Soham balcony se andar aaya, kitchen counter par apna mug rakha, aur Geeti ke bilkul paas aa kar khada hua.
"Suno, rules clear hain. Public space hai. Din ka time hai. Cafe ke andar hi baithna hai. No private rooms, no flat, no going into his car—sirf cafe environment. Main exact teen tables peeche baithunga, laptop aur book leke. Tu mujhe clearly dekh sakti hai, par woh bas mere back view ko dekhega."
Geeti ne aahista se apna head nod kiya.
"Doosri baat," Soham ne uski waist line par ungli se trace karte hue warning tone mein kaha. "Hand-holding, knee par touch, thigh touch—itna tak chalega. Blouse ke andar haath daalna ya petticoat ke andar penetrative touch—absolutely forbidden. Agar usne public boundary crossing ki koshish ki, toh tu jhatke se rukegi aur mujhe immediate visual signal degi."
"Signal kaise?" Geeti ne apni panted breath hold karte hue poocha.
"Paani ka glass utha kar left hand se apne baal kaan ke peeche karna. Main bina koi noise create kiye samajh jaunga."
Geeti ke hoth dry ho rahe the. Usne milk kettle on karte hue low voice mein kaha, "Aur agar woh... kuch aur demand kare toh?"
Soham ne uski dark kaajli aankhon mein dekha. "Toh tu precise tone mein bolegi—'Not today, Arjun'. Just that. Use tadpa. Waise hi jaise maine kal raat tujhe bedroom mein tadpaya. Got it?"
Geeti ne simple "Hmm" kaha. Uske andar excitement aur fear ka ajeeb blend chal raha tha—control pati ke haath mein tha, par woh aaj daylight mein jaan-boojh kar kisi dusre young mard se private meetup ke liye tayyar ho rahi thi.
Soham ne last rule enforce kiya: "Jo bhi cafe table par discussion hoga, jo bhi physical touches honge, ghar wapas aakar mujhe line by line batana. Jo baat tu chupayegi, woh agle do hafte ke liye completely banned."
Geeti ne cup niche rakha. "Approved. Theek hai."
Dopeher ke 1:30 PM par dressing room mein prep session start hua.
Amrita library mein political science notes prepare karne ke liye apni dost ke yahan ja chuki thi. Flat mein sirf Geeti aur Soham the.
Soham bedroom ke door frame se shoulder tikaye khada tha. Geeti mirror ke saamne apni undergarments aur robe mein baithi thi.
"Kaunsi saree pehnegi aaj?" Soham ne poocha.
Geeti ne wooden wardrobe open kiya. Uska hand pehle wine-maroon silk par gaya, par daylight cafe ke liye woh kuch zyada dark aur heavy thi. Phir usne ek delicate pistachio-green chiffon saree nikaali—behad soft, translucent fabric jo light mein body contour ko accentuate karti thi, aur uspar thin golden zari border tha. Saath mein matching sleeveless U-neck blouse, jo cleavage ko decent hint deta tha lekin over-exposed nahi tha.
Soham ne visual survey karke kaha, "Yeh wali perfect hai. Silver waist chain aur dono pairon mein anklet."
Geeti ne cream-colored silk petticoat pehna, jiska naada tight tie kiya. Blouse ke hooks fasten karte waqt uski gori ungliyan tremor kar rahi thin. Blouse uske breasts ko uplift karke tight outline de raha tha.



Soham door se hila nahi, bas sharp nazron se visual transformation monitor karta raha.

Geeti ne pistachio chiffon dbang karna shuru kiya. Soft fabric uski skin par hawa ki tarah slide ho raha tha. Usne pallu set kiya—left shoulder se cross karke chest par ek single pleat, taaki uske natural curves aur cleavage ka subtle gap soft light mein clearly visible rahe.
Jab woh waist line par pleats arrange karne lagi, Soham ne room ke beech se instruct kiya, "Ek pleat kam kar. Kamar par saree tight aur low-waist ho."
Geeti ne exact follow kiya. Saree uski hips par cling ho gayi. Chiffon itna lightweight tha ki leg movements par thigh curves highlight ho rahe the.
Usne gold-plated thin waist chain uthai, jismein ek chhota pendant navel ke thoda upar tika tha. Blouse ke lower edge ke neeche se chain uski gori, bare waist par settle hui. Saree ke translucent chiffon ke peeche se chain ki line clear flash kar rahi thi.
Usne silver anklets pehne. Pehle right, phir left. Anklet ki lock click par use office desk ke neeche Rohan ke jhukne ka memory flashback aaya, jisse uski breath tezz ho gayi.
Makeup minimal tha—kaajal, nude peach lipstick, aur collarbone par light highlighter. Baal loose wavy curls mein shoulders par chhod diye, aur ek side pin se left ear reveal kar diya.
Soham walk karke uske bilkul peeche aa khada hua. Dressing mirror mein dono ka contrast clear dikh raha tha.
Usne Geeti ka pallu slightly adjust kiya. Uski finger Geeti ki bare waist line se hote hue waist chain tak gayi aur wahan press hui.
"Yeh waist chain use out of control karegi," Soham ne uske kaan ke paas softly whisper kiya. "Table par baithna, legs cross karna taaki anklet aur saree ka gap dikhe. That's enough to drive him insane."
Geeti ne mirror mein apne avatar ko dekha. Yeh woh traditional, shy housewife nahi thi. Yeh ek fully aware, seductive hotwife thi jo apne husband ki permission aur oversight ke saath ek young lover se milne ja rahi thi.
Soham ne perfume bottle uthai. "Perfume collarbone aur earlobes par. Cleavage aur neck line par mat lagana—woh space free rehne de."
Geeti ne soft jasmine perfume spray kiya.
Usne chhota leather clutch uthaya—phone, lipstick, touch-up kit. Soham ne uske phone par discreet location sharing toggle on kar diya.
"3:40 PM par main pehle nikalunga cab se. Tu exact 3:50 PM par nikalna. Cafe mein seedha Arjun ke table par mat jaana. Pehle counter par paani order karna, surroundings observe karna, phir uski table par baithna. Main already teen table peeche baitha milunga."
Geeti ne thin strap heels pehni. Silver anklets ne soft musical sound create ki.
Soham ne uska left wrist pakda, pull karke uski skin par touch feel kiya, par lips ko kiss nahi kiya.
"Geeti."
Woh ruki, uski eyes Soham ke face par locked thin.
"Tu uski nahi hai. Tu meri wife hai, jisse main bhej raha hoon. Always remember who owns this body."
Geeti ne steady gaze ke sath kaha, "Mujhe har ek rule yaad hai."
Soham ne uska pallu final time adjust kiya. "Jaa. Aur wapas aakar mujhe har ek minute ka detail batana. Jo usne kaha, jo usne touch kiya, jo tujhe feel hua."
Geeti ne clutch hold kiya, door tak gayi, aur ek moment ke liye mudkar dekha. Soham silent stand position mein tha, usne subtle nod kiya—'Go'.
Geeti ne elevator button press kiya. Steel mirror panel mein uski pistachio green saree, waist chain ka curve, aur uski dark eyes ki quiet confidence clearly reflect ho rahi thi.
Neeche cab aakar ruki.
Sunday ka 3:50 PM.
First time daylight mein, full preparation aur Pati ke instructions ke saath, kisi aur mard ke saamne hone wala tha violent attraction ka test.

Geeti jab café ke main frosted glass door se andar gayi, toh central AC ki ek cooling wave ne uski sleeveless pistachio blouse aur bare waist line par thandak di. Translucent chiffon saree ke neeche uski silver waist chain ek second ke liye thandi padh gayi.
Quiet corner table sabse pehle nazar aaya.
Arjun already khada tha. Linen white shirt, sleeves roll ki hui, uski hungry nazar seedha Geeti ki pistachio green saree par, phir uski bare waist par, aur aakhir mein uski dark, kaajli aankhon par ruki. Usne deep respect aur attraction ke saath leather chair pull ki, jaise yeh koi routine Sunday coffee date ho.
Exact teen tables peeche, window seat par—Soham. Table par laptop bag, hardcover book khuli hui, aur sunglasses wood top par rakhe the. Uska face book ki taraf tha, lekin posture sharp tha. Geeti ko bas uske sitting angle se feel ho gaya ki uske pati ki watchful eyes har ek micro-movement monitor kar rahi hain.
Arjun ke opposite soft chair par baithte hi Geeti ne pallu ko gracefully sambhala aur apni godi par rakha. Uske pairon ki movement par silver anklets ne floor par ek soft, musical chhan ki sound di.
Arjun ne aage jhuk kar low voice mein kaha, "Yeh pistachio green colour... office wali photos se bilkul alag hai. Wahan tum corporate manager lagti ho. Aaj... jaise jaan-boojh kar kisi ko paagal karne ke liye ready hui ho."
Geeti ne wooden menu uthaya, par use read nahi kiya. "Sunday afternoon hai. Normal casual look hai."
"Sunday par aisi saree aur waist chain pehen kar ghar nahi baitha jaata," Arjun ne waiter ko इशारा karke Geeti ke liye iced tea aur apne liye black coffee order ki. Waiter ke door jaate hi usne table par elbows tick-aayi aur voice dropped tone mein bola, "Kal raat ke live stream par tumhari moaning aur deep breaths maine instantly pehchan li thin. Pub booth wali same shivering breath. Same rhythm when you are about to climax."
Geeti ke hoth dry hue. Usne glass ki straw ko fingering karke normal rehnay ki koshish ki. "Woh ek anonymous secret account hai."
"Account anonymous ho sakta hai, par yeh body line aur yeh saansain anonymous nahi hain," Arjun ne thoda aage lean kiya, uski heavy eyes Geeti ke deep U-neck blouse aur cleavage gap par locked thin. "Wahi gora jism. Wahi exact tarah se tum tight hoti ho jab koi tumhare wet points ko touch kare."
Geeti ne topic divert karne ke liye gentle tone mein try kiya, "Tumhara client project kaisa chal raha hai, Arjun?"




Arjun halka sa muskuraaya. "Mera poora week bas tumhare WhatsApp voice notes aur audio replies ke around ghumta hai. Baaki sab life mein filler hai."
Coffee aur iced tea table par place hui. Next two minutes tak poori table par ek dense, sexual silence rahi, jismein sirf spoon ki metallic sound aa rahi thi.
Geeti ne chai ka sip lete hue apne baal side pin se adjust kiye. Armpit ka smooth curve aur bare side waist line aahista se reveal hui. Usne jaan-boojh kar pallu ko thoda relax hone diya.
Arjun ki aankhein moment ke liye ruk gayi. Usne ek gehri saans li aur softly bola, "Honestly Geeti... tum itni drop-dead gorgeous aur sensual ho ki mujhe kabhi-kabhi yakeen nahi hota. If I were your husband, main tumhe ghar se ek minute ke liye bhi bahar nahi nikalne deta. I would keep you locked in my bed, saree pulled up, worshipping every inch of this body."
Geeti ne mask smile ke saath teasingly counter kiya, "Lekin mere husband toh mujhe azaad chhodte hain... Unhe mera yeh sensual side bilkul bother nahi karta."
Arjun ne coffee mug hold kiya, uski eyes dark aur intense ho gayi thin. "Woh azaad nahi chhodte, Geeti. He knows what kind of a masterpiece he owns. Uske andar zaroor ek fantasy hai... tumhe doosre mardon ke saamne parade karwane ki, unki thark aur desire ko tumhare jism par dekhne ki. It's a twisted cuckold thrill, and he is enjoying every bit of it."
"Tum mere husband ke baare mein bohut assumptions bana rahe ho," Geeti ne glass ki side par fingerprint trace karte hue shyness ke saath eye contact banaya.
"Assumptions nahi hain," Arjun ne drop-down tone mein kaha. "Koi bhi mard apni itni khoobsurat aur wet wife ko kisi doosre laonde se milne nahi bhejta... jab tak ki use yeh pata na ho ki uska lover table ke neeche kya karne wala hai."






Sudenly, Arjun ka leather shoe table ke neeche Geeti ke open-strap heel se touch hua. Pehle gentle contact. Phir usne apna leg aage slide kiya, uski calf Geeti ke bare ankle aur silver anklet se ghisatne lagi. Silver metallic chain ne uski bare skin par soft sound di.
Geeti ne paani ka glass nahi uthaya. Baal kaan ke peeche nahi kiye. No signal to Soham.
Arjun ka right hand table ke neeche gaya. Pistachio chiffon saree ke soft fabric ko do ungliyon se side kiya. Smooth, bare knee. Garam, rough hatheli.
"Pub ke us night booth ke baad se main din-raat bas yahi imagine kar raha hoon," Arjun ne table ke upar bilkul calm, casual face rakha, par neeche uska hand grip tight ho raha tha. "Tumhari anklet ki sound. Tumhari wet breathing. Aur woh last second jab tumhari gori ungliyaan mere shirt ke buttons par thin."
Geeti ki voice ek whisper ban kar nikli, "Arjun... yeh open public space hai."
"Isi liye mera haath saree ke neeche concealed hai," Arjun ki fingers knee se do inch upar slide hui. Silk petticoat ka lower hemline. Usne skin par pressure badhaya. "Tell me... is this much touch allowed by your boss-husband?"
Geeti ne ek second ke liye teen tables peeche dekha. Soham book hold kiye baitha tha. Frame nahi hila tha, par uski sharp profile mirror panel mein clear flash kar rahi thi.
Geeti ne apne legs lock nahi kiye. Usne subtle movement se apni thighs ko slightly part kiya.
Arjun ne us millimeter gap ko permission samajh liya. Uska broad palm uski inner thigh line par circular motion mein ghisatne laga. Slow, warm, aggressive strokes. Fabric ke edge par hi, par pressure aisa tha jaise woh bare moisture tak pahunchne waala ho.



Tumhare husband ko sab pata hai na?" Arjun ne tea sip karte hue casually poocha.

"Haan... he knows everything," Geeti ne slow breathing ke saath confirm kiya.
"Toh yeh koi formal coffee date nahi hai," Arjun ki ungliyan petticoat ke boundary se inch-by-inch inching kar rahi thin. "Yeh unki silent approval hai. Aur mujhe permission se koi issue nahi hai... main toh wahi poora karna chahta hoon jo pub mein incomplete chhod diya tha."
Geeti ne glass se cold iced tea ka bada sip liya taaki deep moans ko suppress kar sake. Straw ke through uski breathing rapid aur heavy chal rahi thi. Soft chiffon pallu chest par uski rapid heartbeat ke saath rise aur fall kar raha tha. Gold waist chain thin line ban kar spotlight mein shine kar rahi thi.
Arjun ki fingers ab uski inner thigh ke sabse sensitive, overheated zone par thi—woh exact spot jahan legs join hote hain. Geeti ki inner thigh muscles reflexively tight hui, phir gradually relax ho gayi.
"Office desk par bhi aisi hi seductive posture mein baithti ho?" Arjun ne low voice mein tease kiya. "Itni tight, itni wet, and so aware of your own body?"
"Office mein main bank executive hoti hoon," Geeti ne hoth byte karte hue kaha.
"Aur yahan tum meri hotwife visual fantasy ho," Arjun ne subtle smirk ke saath press kiya. "Same body, different roles."
Geeti ne uski bold eyes mein dekha, "Tum zaroorat se zyada confident lag rahe ho aaj."
"Pub mein tumhari fresh wetness mere haath par thi, Geeti. I am not confident, I am fucking addicted to you," Arjun ne thumb se inner skin ko stroke kiya. "Live stream par jab tumne hand andar daala tha, main hazaron mardon ke saath screen par tumhe stroking karte hue dekh raha tha. Today there is no screen between us."
Geeti ke lower abdomen mein kal raat wala unfulfilled climax kauto-wave phat pada. Silk panty chiffon ke andar moisture se chipakne lagi thi. Usne pallu adjust karne ka naatak kiya, jisse uski cleavage line aur waist pendant Arjun ki nazron ke saamne aur display ho gaya.
Arjun ne apna haath table ke neeche se aage badhaya. Geeti ki wrist ko hold kiya. Usne Geeti ke gora haath ko slow, discrete motion mein apni lap ki taraf pull kiya.
Geeti ki kaampthi ungliyan Arjun ke tight linen trousers par ja kar tick gayi. Extremely warm, thick, aur hard contour. Fabric ke upar se hi uski erection aur pulse clear feel ho rahi thi.
Arjun ki breath heavy ho gayi. Usne eye contact banaye rakhte hue whisper kiya, "Just feel it, Geeti. Feel what you do to me. Jaane se pehle itna jaan le ki main kis severe condition mein baitha hoon tere saamne... tumhare husband ke exact teen tables peeche."

Arjun ki breath heavy ho gayi. Usne eye contact banaye rakhte hue whisper kiya, "Just feel it, Geeti. Feel what you do to me. Jaane se pehle itna jaan le ki main kis severe condition mein baitha hoon tere saamne... tumhare husband ke exact teen tables peeche."

Geeti ne apna hand remove nahi kiya. Single second... two seconds... four seconds. Thick shape uski soft hatheli ke neeche throbbing pulse de rahi thi. Phir usne aahista se apna hand withdraw kiya aur lap par rumaal ki tarah rakh liya, jaise table ke neeche koi touch hua hi na ho.
Arjun chair par back lean hua. Uske face par teasing humor gayab tha. Sirf raw, unbridled sexual hunger bachi thi.
"Café bill main clear kar deta hoon," Arjun ne counter waiter ko signal diya. "Uske baad ek last request hai."
Bill process hua. Geeti ne iced tea ka last drop finish kiya.
Arjun thoda forward lean hua, uski heavy voice direct Geeti ke ears tak pahunchi, "Meri car basement parking mein hai. Just two minutes. I promise—main woh line cross nahi karunga jo tumne deny ki hai. But I won't let you leave today without putting my mouth and hands on your skin."
Geeti ki heartbeats ek second ke liye zero ho gayi.
Usne teen tables peeche gaze turn kiya.
Soham ne hardcover book completely closed kar di thi. Sunglasses ab uske hand mein the. Uski piercing gaze direct Geeti ke face aur posture par locked thi.
Geeti ne Soham ki eyes mein dekha.
Communication bilkul direct tha—woh basement tak jaana chahti thi. Café table rules complete ho chuke the. Ab jo physical demand bachi thi, uske body arousal ne already finalise kar diya tha.
Soham ki cold gaze nahi hati.
Geeti ne slow micro-nod kiya—'Haan'.
Soham ne koi loud reaction nahi diya. Usne apni do fingers se wooden table par ek firm, rhythmic tap kiya. Tap. Tap. Meaning clear tha—'I am watching every second. Remember the boundaries.'
Geeti chair se stand hui. Translucent pistachio pallu shoulder par dbang kiya. Anklets ne loud musical chime sound create ki.
Arjun bhi khada hua. Usne café ke andar public touch avoid kiya, bas subtle whisper mein instruction diya, "Take the private elevator to B2 basement. Left bay, black SUV."
Arjun pehle exit door ki taraf badha. Geeti ne Soham par ek final glance daali—Soham sofa se utha nahi tha, uska plan exactly clear tha ki woh safe distance maintain karke tail karega.
Geeti ne café ka heavy glass door push kiya.
Outdoor afternoon heat ne AC-chilled body par immediate sensation created kiya.




Basement parking ramp right ahead tha. Arjun do steps aage tha, hands in pockets, mudkar dekhta hua ki uski pistachio saree wali hotwife peeche aa rahi hai ya nahi.

Geeti ne apni thin-strap heels ki rhythmic sound ke saath uske footprint ko follow karna shuru kiya.
Pistachio chiffon saree uski thighs se chipak rahi thi, silver waist chain har step par flash kar rahi thi, aur uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi thought reverberate kar raha tha—
jo café table ke neeche half-done chhoda gaya tha,
woh ab basement mein parked black SUV ke andar claim kiya jaayega.
Elevator screen par red button illuminated tha.
Arjun ne call button press kiya.
Door sliding noise ke saath open hua.
Dono private enclosed lift ke andar step-in kar gaye.

To be continueed....