Adultery Maa Bani Classmate: Part II — Shadows of Desire

[Joker44]

Teen din baad.
Office ka regular working time officially khatam ho chuka tha. 27th floor ke sprawling glass corridors ab bilkul sunsan aur shant ho chuke the. Ek-ek karke sari cubicles ki lights off ho gayi thin, aur poora floor ek dim, blueish night-mode illumination mein chala gaya tha. Rahul ke executive cabin ke andar sirf uske wooden desk par rakhi table lamp ki soft, warm light chal rahi thi, jo poore kamre ko ek mysterious aur intimate shadows mein dhaal rahi thi.
Jessica abhi bhi cabin ke andar hi thi.
Usne aaj khud late tak rukne ka bahana banaya tha. “I need to synchronize the last batch of offshore reconciliation files,” usne shaam ko 6 baje Rahul se kaha tha. Lekin woh dono achhi tarah jaante the ki audit files toh pehle hi clear ho chuki thin.
Pichle teen dino mein uske behavior mein ek drastic aur uncontrollable shift aaya tha. Rahul ne use kabhi physically push nahi kiya tha. Usne bas ek slow, calculated psychological game khela tha — uski private life par halki si light daalna, uski loneliness ko ek comfortable room dena, aur use yeh constant feel karwana ki woh use ek intelligent, desirable aurat ki tarah dekh raha hai. Jessica, jo pichle kayi saalon se apne pati Mark ke through emotionally neglect hoti aa rahi thi, Rahul ke is dark, magnetic attention ke aage behad tezi se melt ho gayi thi.
Aaj usne ek sophisticated dark grey silk blouse aur tight black pencil skirt pehni thi jo uski curves ko neatly accentuate kar rahi thi. Uske blonde-brown hair aaj bandhe nahi the; woh uske shoulders par khule hue the. Makeup halka tha, lekin uski aankhon mein pehle wali strict corporate distance gayab ho chuki thi. Uski left hand ki ring finger par abhi bhi Mark ki wedding ring chamak rahi thi — ek crisp reminder ki woh ek shaadi-shuda aurat thi jo ab boundary cross karne ja rahi thi.
Rahul apni leather chair par aaram se baitha hua tha. Usne apni suit jacket utaar kar side mein rakh di thi. Uske black formal shirt ke top do buttons khule hue the, jisse uski collarbone aur chest ki muscular skin thodi si visible thi. Usne desk ke samne khadi Jessica ko neechay se upar tak dekha.
“Kaam ho gaya, Jessica?” Rahul ne ek slow, heavy voice mein poocha.
Jessica ne ek halki si breath li aur apne hothon ko moisture karte hue haan mein sar hilaya. “Yes... all the files are synced.”
“Phir bhi tum yahin khadi ho. Home isn't calling you?”
Jessica desk ke saamne khadi rahi. Cabin mein kuch seconds ke liye ek heavy, thick silence chha gaya. Phir usne apni aawaz ko jitna ho sake quiet rakh kar kaha, “I... I don't want to go home just yet.”
Rahul ne chair par lean forward kiya, uski dark brown eyes Jessica ke chehre par tik gayi. “Why?”
Jessica ne apni nazrein thodi neeche ki. “Because when I’m here... in this room with you, I feel like someone actually sees me. At home... there are just cold walls and Mark’s empty promises. I’m tired of being invisible, Rahul.”
Rahul ne apni revolving chair ko thoda piche khincha. Usne apne legs ko comfortable failaya, aur uski body language mein koi jaldbazi, koi panic nahi tha — pure, unfiltered dominance tha.
“Come here.”
Jessica ne ek micro-second ke liye Rahul ki dark, authoritative eyes mein dekha. Uski heartbeat skin ke upar se visible hone lagi thi. Usne bina kisi hesitate ke desk ke side se rotate hokar Rahul ke bilkul paas aane mein ek second ki bhi der nahi ki. Rahul ne aage badhkar uska soft, trembling haath pakda aur use ek gentle pull ke sath apne legs ke beech ki space mein khinch liya.
Ab woh Rahul ke bilkul close khadi thi. Uske mehngai perfume ki floral aur vanilla scent Rahul ki breathing mein bhar gayi.
Rahul ne apni do ungliyon se Jessica ki chin ko upar uthaya, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “Do you fully realize what you’re doing right now, Jessica? You’re stepping over a line you can’t un-cross.”
Jessica ki blue-grey eyes Rahul ki eyes mein lock thin. Uski breathing fast aur uneven ho chuki thi. “Yes... I know exactly what I’m doing.”
“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want to stay here... with you. I want this,” usne low, husky voice mein accept kiya.



Rahul ne apne thumb ko Jessica ke soft, plum lower lip par slowly rub kiya. Usne abhi bhi use kiss nahi kiya. Usne bas uski hunger ko build hone diya.
“Get on your knees.”
Jessica’s breath hitched in her throat. Usne Rahul ki dark eyes mein ek last time look kiya, aur phir bina kisi protest ke, ek obedient surrender ke sath neeche jhukne lagi. Uski tight pencil skirt ke fabric ki rustling sound aayi jab usne executive desk ke soft carpet floor par apne knees tikaye.
Now, she was kneeling directly between his parted thighs, at his belt level. Uske haath thode tremble kar rahe the aur woh uski thighs par ruke hue the.
Rahul ne ek haath se uske khule baalon ko peeche kiya, holding her nape gently but firmly. Doosre haath se usne apne custom trousers ki belt ko unbuckle kiya aur zip ko neeche slide kiya. Usne underwear ke waistband se apna already thick, throbbing, half-hard lund baahar nikaala.
Jessica ki aankhein Rahul ke member par jaakar freeze ho gayin. Usne pichle teen dino se sirf imagination mein is size aur shape ko feel kiya tha, lekin ab woh uske chehre ke bilkul inches door tha — deep veinous, heavy, aur Jessica ki presence se tezi se rock-hard ho raha tha.
“Take it out. Completely,” Rahul commanded softly.
Jessica ne apne kaanpte hue hands se Rahul ke lund ko hold kiya. The skin was burning hot, aur uska sheer girth uski mutthi mein perfectly feel ho raha tha. Usne use trousers se fully expose kiya. Uska swollen head ab Jessica ke glossy lips ke bilkul pass touch ho raha tha.
Rahul ne uske head ke peeche grip ko thoda tight kiya aur use slightly aage push kiya. “Put it in your mouth.”
Jessica ne apni eyes utha kar Rahul ko dekha, her cheeks flushed with intense heat aur shame, aur phir apne hothon ko part karke Rahul ke broad head ko apne mouth mein le liya.
“Mmmgh...”
Her mouth was insanely soft, wet, aur warm. Rahul ne ek deep breath li, his jaw clenching slightly as the raw sensation washed over him, lekin usne apna emotional control drop nahi hone diya. Usne Jessica ke baalon ko aur tightness se pakda.
“Deeper, Jessica. Take all of it.”
Jessica ne slowly apne head ko move karna shuru kiya, sucking his shaft deeper into her throat. Uske soft lips Rahul ke thickness ke around dangerously stretch ho rahe the. A wet, sloppy sound started echoing in the silent, dim cabin — glck... slurp... glck. Pehle sirf the head, phir mid-shaft, aur phir full length. Jab Rahul ka tip uske deep throat ko hit kiya, Jessica’s eyes watered slightly with a natural gag reflex, lekin usne apna head back off nahi kiya. She wanted this dominance.
Rahul started taking control of the rhythm. Usne Jessica ke head ko hold karke smooth, deliberate, aur measured thrusts dena shuru kiya.
“That’s it... fuck... let my cock stretch that pretty mouth of yours.”



Jessica ne apni aankhein band kar liin. She was sucking him with an unholy desperation, as if she had been starved for this exact kind of raw, dirty passion for years. Uske warm tongue Rahul ke underside veins ko lick kar rahi thi, jabki uske white-gloved hands Rahul ke muscular thighs ko tightly grip kiye hue the. Her husband Mark had never used her like this, never demanded this level of total submission. She was performing fellatio on her boss on the 27th floor of a San Francisco skyscbangr, and the sheer taboo of it was driving her wild.
Rahul’s grip on her hair tightened even more. Usne rhythm ko fast kar diya.
“Faster. Take every single inch.”
Jessica accelerated her head movement. The quiet executive cabin was now filled with dirty, wet, rhythmic sounds — glck... glck... glck... slurp. Her saliva was coating his entire shaft, making it glisten under the yellow desk light. Every time Rahul pushed his hips forward, her throat swallowed him whole. mascara was slightly smudging at the edges of her eyes due to the tears of gagging, making her look extraordinarily undone and wild.
Rahul was using her mouth with pure, calculated ownership.
“Aahhh... you have such a wet, hungry mouth, Jessica,” Rahul’s voice was now deeper, thick with rising orgasm. “A married corporate woman... kneeling on the floor, acting like a total slut for me.”
Jessica responded to his dirty words by swallowing even deeper, her throat clamping tight around his head. Uski breathing raspy aur ragged thi.
Rahul felt the heavy surge building up in his lower abdomen. Uske quads stiffen ho gaye aur usne Jessica ke sar ko tightly press karke his last few hard, relentless thrusts directly into her throat delivered kiye.
“I’m coming... don't you dare spill a single drop.”
Jessica kept her eyes tightly shut, locking her lips firmly around his base. Rahul’s body went completely rigid as he shot his hot, thick, heavy cum deep into her mouth.
“Aahhh... fuck... swallow it all!”
Rounds of warm, heavy cum filled her mouth cavity. Jessica swallowed desperately, her throat moving in thick gulps (gulp... gulp). Some of the white cream escaped the corner of her lips, dripping down her chin onto her silk blouse, but she kept licking his tip, making sure to clean every last drop from his shaft until he was completely drained.
When Rahul finally released his grip from her hair, he pulled his softening cock from her mouth. Jessica immediately used her tongue to lick her own lips and chin, cleaning the residual cum off herself with total obedience.
Silence returned to the room, punctuated only by their heavy, ragged breathing.
Rahul looked down at her. Her lips were swollen and red, her eyes glassy with tears and pleasure, her mascara slightly smudged, and her silk blouse disheveled.
“Get up,” Rahul said softly, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
Jessica stood up on trembling, unstable legs. Her knees were weak from kneeling on the floor. She smoothed down her pencil skirt, feeling a deep mixture of immense sexual relief, shock, and dirty gratification. She couldn't meet his eyes directly due to the sudden wave of vulnerability.
Rahul grabbed her chin once again, tilting her head up until she was forced to look into his dark, penetrating gaze.
“From today... whenever I call you into this office, whenever I tell you to kneel... you come. Do you understand me?”
Jessica swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling. “Yes...” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I need to hear it clearly, Jessica.”
“Yes, Rahul... I’ll come. Whenever you want.”
Rahul wiped a tiny drop of cum from her lower lip with his thumb and brought it to his own mouth, licking it off. “Good girl. Now go to the restroom, fix your face, and leave. Don't go straight home... go somewhere else first to clear your head.”
Jessica picked up her designer leather bag with shaking hands. She walked toward the heavy glass door, her heels clicking softly on the floor. Before stepping out into the dark corridor, she turned back one last time.
Rahul was sitting in his executive chair, watching her — calm, powerful, completely relaxed, and in absolute control of her mind and body.
She slipped out of the room, locking the door softly behind her.
Rahul adjusted his trousers, buckled his belt, and leaned back into his leather chair, closing his eyes in the warm shadows of the cabin.
Jessica Walker was no longer just an employee or an internal source. She was completely trapped in his web.
Bound, ruined, and completely under his thumb.


In India:

Shaam ke 6:40 baj rahe the.
Abhay ne Trupti ko city ke us chote se, cozy café mein bulaaya tha jahan woh dono pehli baar college ke shuruaati dino mein properly baithne aaye the. Café ka interior purani wooden tables aur warm amber lights se mehakk raha tha. Corner ki table par baithne se bahar ki sadak ka shaam ka traffic bas ek silent movie ki tarah dikhta tha, jiski aawaz andar ki soft acoustic music mein dab jaati thi.
Abhay ne Trupti ke aane se pehle hi uski favourite thick hot chocolate with extra marshmallows order kar di thi. Khud ke liye usne ek simple black coffee mangwayi thi. Table par rakhe uske dono haath thode restless the — uski ungliyan coffee cup ke edges ko baar-baar touch kar rahi thin, jaise woh apne dimaag mein chal rahi kisi bohot badi baat ko shabdon mein dhalne ki tayyari kar raha ho.
Trupti saamne wali chair par baithi thi. Usne ek simple cream-colored knit top aur light blue denim jeans pehni thi. Uske baal khule the jo uske shoulders par aaram se bikhre hue the. Uske chehre par ek pyari, serene smile thi, lekin uski gehri brown aankhon mein woh quiet distance ab bhi kabhi-kabhi jhalkti thi jo pichle kuch hafton se Rahul ke phone calls aur internal guilt ki wajah se paida hui thi.
Abhay ne thodi der Trupti ke chehre ko dekha, phir aage jhuk kar uska haath apne dono garm haathon mein le liya.
“Trupti… main tumse kuch baat karna chahta tha. Properly. Bina kisi mazaak ke.”
Trupti ne uski serious tone ko notice kiya aur uski aankhon mein dekha. “Bolo, Abhay. Sab theek hai na?”
Abhay ne ek gehri saans li, thodi der pause kiya, aur phir bilkul saaf aawaz mein bola, “College ka yeh aakhiri saal ab behad jaldi khatam hone wala hai. Main pichle kuch hafton se sirf uske baad ke baare mein soch raha hoon. Humare baare mein... humare future ke baare mein.”
Trupti ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski dil ki dhadkan thodi tez hui. Usne bas Abhay ke haath ko apne haathon ke beech thoda dabaaye rakha.
Abhay ne apni baat continue ki, uski aawaz mein ek ajeeb sa raw emotion tha. “Main jaanta hoon tumhari family ka background, unka status... sab humse bohot alag hai. Tumhari mom, tumhara lifestyle, tumhari upbringing... sab bohot high level ka hai. Main ek normal, middle-class family se hoon. Aur main pichle kitne dino se yeh soch raha hoon ki main kabhi nahi chahta ki shaadi ke baad tumhe lage ki tumne kisi aisi jagah compromise kar liya jahan tumhe woh sab na mile jo tum deserve karti ho.”
Uski aawaz mein koi show-off ya false pride nahi tha. Bas ek ekdam clear, stubborn sincerity thi. Usne Trupti ke haath ko aur tightly pakda.
“Main tumse shaadi karna chahta hoon, Trupti. Main tumhe apni biwi banana chahta hoon. Lekin main yeh nahi chahta ki kal ko tumhari family ya koi bhi outsider yeh kahe ki Trupti ne apne se neeche dekh kar shaadi kar li. Isliye main college ke baad behad mehnat karne wala hoon. Top placement, extra certifications, networking, ya aage chalkar apna khud ka kuch start karna… jo bhi karna pade. Main khud ko us position par le jaana chahta hoon jahan main tumhare barabar khada ho sakun. Jahan main tumhe woh har khushi de sakun jo tumne apne ghar par dekhi hai.”





Trupti ne Abhay ke chehre ko gaur se dekha. Uske dil ke andar ek behad warm aur emotional lehren uthi. Status aur family status ki baat usne pichle kuch dino mein sochi zaroor thi, lekin Abhay ke munh se yeh sab itni honesty aur determination ke sath sunna uske dil ko chhoo gaya. Usne Abhay ke haath ko apne doosre haath se bhi cover kar liya.
“Main tumhare status ya tumhare paise dekh kar tumse pyaar nahi karti, Abhay,” usne ekdam dheemi, mithi aawaz mein kaha. “Main tumse isliye pyaar karti hoon kyunki tum tum ho. Simple, caring, loving... aur sabse bada, tumhare paas hokar mujhe safe feel hota hai.”
Abhay ne uski aankhon mein dekha, uski eyes thodi moist thin. “Phir bhi, Trupti… main try karunga. Main har woh koshish karunga taaki future mein tumhe kabhi ek second ke liye bhi yeh regret na ho ki tumne mere sath rehne ka galat decision liya. Main din-raat ek kar dunga. Tum bas har step par mere sath rehna.”

Trupti ke hothon par ek halki, sachhi muskaan aa gayi. “Main tumhare sath hi toh hoon, Abhay. Hamesha.”
Abhay ne uske haath ko uthakar apne gaal se lagaya. Uske gaalon par Trupti ke haathon ki softness feel hui. “Promise?”
Trupti ne apni aankhein Abhay ki aankhon mein poori tarah lock ki. “Promise.”
Yeh ek single word uske munh se nikalte hi, Trupti ke andar ek ajeeb sa bhari weight bhi aa gaya. Yeh promise behad simple tha. Ekdam clean tha. Uske samne future ki ek ekdam bright aur clear picture khadi ho gayi thi — Abhay ke sath ek respected, safe, loving aur stable life. Ek aisi life jisme koi secret calls nahi the, koi guilt nahi tha, aur koi andhera nahi tha. Usne yeh life dil se chaahi bhi thi.
Café ki warm lights unke chehron par pad rahi thin. Abhay ne aage jhuk kar Trupti ke haath ke piche halka sa kiss kiya. Uske chehre par ek naya, rock-solid determination tha — jaise usne abhi-abhi apni zindagi ka sabse bada personal goal set kar liya ho.
“Main behad serious hoon is baare mein,” Abhay ne coffee ka sip lete hue kaha. “Aaj se hi main apna poora focus shift kar raha hoon. Advanced corporate strategy projects, skill-building, corporate networking... jo bhi zaroori hoga. Main nahi chahta ki future mein kabhi bhi tumhe lage ki main tumhare liye enough nahi hoon.”
Trupti ne uske haath ko press kiya. “Tum mere liye pehle se hi enough ho, Abhay.”
Abhay ne halka sa has diya, lekin uski aankhon ka woh naya seriousness abhi bhi wahan bana hua tha. “Phir bhi… main aur better banna chahta hoon. Tumhare liye.”
Agle ek ghante tak woh dono café mein waise hi baithe rahe. Future ke baare mein baatein hoti rahinh — shaadi ke timelines, college khatam hone ke baad kaunse city mein shift hona chahiye, kaise career plans banane hain. Abhay zyada bol raha tha, uska dimaag already future roadmap banane mein laga hua tha. Trupti use sun rahi thi, beech-beech mein haan mein jawab de rahi thi, aur uske haath ko pakde hue thi.
Café se baahar nikalte waqt thand badh chuki thi. Abhay ne Trupti ko apni bike par baithaya. Raaste bhar tez hawa Trupti ke khule baalon ko uda rahi thi. Trupti ne apni dono baahein Abhay ki kamar ke gird kas kar lapaat rakhi thin, apna chehra uski shoulder par tikaye hue. Abhay ke kahe hue sabhi shabd abhi bhi uske kaano mein goonj rahe the — Main tumhare barabar khada ho sakun.
Hostel ke main gate par bike rokte hue Abhay ne helmet utaara. “Main is promise ko lekar behad serious hoon, Trupti. Tum dekhna, main sab kuch karke dikhaunga.”
Trupti ne bike se utarte hue uski taraf dekha. Uske chehre par ek soft, supportive smile thi. “Main jaanti hoon tum kar loge.”
Abhay ne aage jhuk kar Trupti ke maathe par ek halka, loving kiss kiya aur phir bike start karke wapas chala gaya.

Trupti hostel ke andar ghusi. Corridor bilkul khali aur quiet tha. Room 304 mein pahuche toh wahan Sheetal nahi thi, woh shayad library mein thi. Trupti ne apna bag table par rakha, room ki lights on ki, aur wooden dressing mirror ke samne jaakar khadi ho gayi.
Usne mirror mein apne reflection ko gaur se dekha.
Abhay use ek behad clean, safe aur bright future offer kar raha tha.
Ek aisa future jisme woh uski proud aur respected wife hogi.
Jisme woh har tarah ke emotional storm se safe rahegi.
Jisme Rahul ka koi dark shadow nahi hoga.
Usne Abhay ko promise kiya tha.
Lekin mirror mein apni hi aankhon mein dekhte hue, Trupti ke dimaag ke ek kone mein ek chhoti si, uneasy thought ne janam liya —
Ki jo ladka ab uske aur unke future ke liye din-raat itni mehnat karne wala tha,
woh dheere-dheere apne kaam, projects aur career mein utna hi busy aur engrossed hota chala jaayega.
Bilkul waise hi… jaise kabhi Sanjeev hua karta tha.
Aur jab Sanjeev apne business mein busy ho gaya tha, tabhi toh Rahul ne uski life mein entry li thi...
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band kar liin.
Abhay ka promise abhi bhi ekdam fresh tha.
Garm tha. Safe tha.
Lekin us promise ke piche ek quiet, haunting pehchaan bhi chupchap khadi thi —
Ki kabhi-kabhi,
jab koi mard tumhare future ke liye bohot zyada mehnat karne lagta hai,
toh woh unknowingly tumse thoda door bhi hone lagta hai... aur wahi doori andhere ko wapas aane ka rasta deti 


Raat ke 12:50 baj rahe the.

Hostel room mein Sheetal gehri neend mein so rahi thi. Uski saansein ekdam regular thin. Study table par rakhi lamp band thi, aur poore kamre mein sirf phone screen ki ek cold white light Trupti ke chehre aur uski nangi gardan par pad rahi thi. Woh bed par leti hui thi, blanket ke neeche aadhi nangi skin par garm saansein chhodte hue. Uski aankhon se neend gayab thi.
Pichle kai dino se USA se Rahul ka koi message ya call nahi aaya tha. Usne khud bhi use likhne ki himmat nahi ki thi. Unke beech ek ajeeb si, suspense-bhari khamoshi chal rahi thi. Kabhi-kabhi Trupti ko lagta tha ki shayad Rahul vahan San Francisco mein busy ho gaya hai, ya usne distance maintain karne ka faisla le liya hai. Lekin yeh soch bhi use sukoon nahi deti thi — balki uske andar ek ajeeb sa khali-pan aur aag chhod jaati thi.
Phone achanak vibrate hua.
Screen par naam chamka:
Rahul
Trupti ka dil ek dam se tez jhatka kha kar dhadakne laga. Usne turant ghabra kar Sheetal ki taraf dekha — woh abhi bhi doosri taraf karwat liye so rahi thi. Phir Trupti ne phone ko blanket ke andar kheench kar message window kholi.
Sirf ek line thi, jisme wahi purani dominance aur haq tha:
Rahul: Is hafte kya kiya, Mummy? Mujhe detail mein jaan-na hai. Har ek cheez.
Koi emoji nahi. Koi soft greeting nahi. Koi rasmi sawal nahi.
Bas ek seedha, dirty, command jisme usne use 'Mummy' bol kar uske poore jism mein ek bijli dauda di thi.
Trupti ne screen par likhe us ek lafz — 'Mummy' — ko der tak dekha. Uski ungliyan thandi pad gayi thin, lekin uski thighs ke beech achanak ek garm geelapan phailne laga tha. Yeh chhota sa message uske poore shareer mein ek behad ajeeb aur intense bechaini phaila raha tha. Shaam ko hi Abhay ke sath usne café mein promise wali baat ki thi. Future ki baat ki thi — ek clean, warm, safe rishta. Aur ab yeh message aaya tha, jaise koi hazaron mile door baith kar bhi uska gala aur uski choot pakad kar daba raha ho.



Usne kaanpte haathon se type karna shuru kiya, phir mita diya. Phir se likha:

Trupti: Rahul... College, classes, fest ke baad ka routine tha. Abhay ke saath thoda time bitaya. Sab normal hai.
Reply bina kisi delay ke aage se turant aaya:
Rahul: Normal? Jab woh 8-inch ka lund tere andar daalta hai... jab woh tera cum nikaalta hai, tab bhi sab normal lagta hai tujhe, Mummy?
Trupti ki saans ruk si gayi. Usne jaldi se phone ko apne dono boobs ke beech chipka liya, jaise screen ki warmth uski skin ko jalaye de rahi ho. Sheetal ab bhi so rahi thi. Uski heartbeat itni tez thi ki use laga Sheetal jaag jayegi. Usne thodi der baad blanket ke andar hi fingers se fast type kiya.
Trupti: Rahul… please, mat bol aisa…
Rahul: Reply kar mujhe, Mummy. Detail mein bata. Usne kaha-kaha chooma? Kitni baar teri choot mein cum kiya?
Trupti ne apni aankhein kas kar band ki. Uske dimaag mein Abhay ke sath classroom waali raat, resort waali raat — uska uske boobs ko munh mein lena, uski choot mein ungliyan daalna, uska lund andar tak ghusna — sab kuch ek dirty film ki tarah ghumne laga. Uski panty ab poori tarah se uske apne geelapan se chipak chuki thi. Usne dheere se type kiya:
Trupti: Haan… uske saath sex hua. Usne classroom mein… mujhe desk par lita kar meri choot mein ungliyan daali thin… aur main uske munh par hi nikal gayi thi…
Thodi der tak screen par 'Rahul is typing...' dikhta raha. Phir message aaya:
Rahul: Aur jab woh tujhe chod raha hota hai, Mummy… jab woh tere andar apna cum daalta hai… toh tu poori tarah se uske sath hoti hai? Ya dimaag mein mera lund soch rahi hoti hai?
Yeh sawal Trupti ke pet aur choot mein seedha ek sharp aag ki tarah laga. Kyunki sach yahi tha. Kai baar jab Abhay uske upar jhuk kar use chod raha hota tha, Trupti apni aankhein band karke yeh imagine karti thi ki yeh Rahul hai jo use itni besharmi se use kar raha hai. Usne is baar koi jhoot nahi bola. Uske haath kaanp rahe the.
Trupti: Kabhi-kabhi… tere baare mein sochti hoon. Dimaag mein tu hi hota hai, Rahul.
Screen par thodi der tak sannata raha. Trupti ki saansein bhaari ho rahi thin, usne apni ek haath ki ungliyan blanket ke andar le jaakar apni panty ke upar se choot ko halka sa press kiya.





Phir Rahul ka message aaya:

Rahul: Good girl, Mummy. Abhi apni panty hata. Do ungliyan andar daal aur mere baare mein sochte hue apna paani nikaal. Abhi.
Trupti ne screen ko dekha. Uske munh se ek dabi hui moan nikalne ko hui. Usne blanket ke andar hi apni short nighty ko upar khincha, panty ko knees tak neeche sarakaya, aur apni do fingers ko apni geeli, swollen choot ke andar deep ghusa diya.
Slurp…
Usne fast rhythm mein ungliyan andar-baahar karna shuru kiya. Phone screen par Rahul ka agla message chamka:
Rahul: Nikal gaya tera paani?
Trupti: Aahhh… haan Rahul… tera naam soch kar… nikal gaya… mera poora paani nikal gaya…
Rahul: Achha. Ab chup-chap so ja, Mummy.
Bas itna.
Koi aur baat nahi. Koi rasmi affection nahi.



Trupti ne phone ko apne seene se, apne nange boobs ke beech tightly pakde rakha. Uske jism mein ek behad intense, dirty garmi phail chuki thi. Rahul ne use koi romantic words nahi kahe the. Bas itne se rough, commanding messages the. Lekin unhone Trupti ke poore wajood, uske saare shareer ko hila kar rakh diya tha.

Woh dark, incestuous control. Woh hazaron mile door se bhi use 'Mummy' bol kar apni ungliyon par nachane wala tarika. Woh feeling ki chahe woh Abhay ke sath kitna bhi safe future plan kar le, uski choot aur uski aatma par haq sirf Rahul ka hi hai.
Abhay ke sath usne shaam ko hi future ki baat ki thi. Promise kiya ka.
Lekin Rahul ke is chhote se command ne uske andar wahi purani, gandi craving wapas khol kar rakh di thi —
Woh craving jo safe nahi thi. Woh craving jo clean nahi thi. Woh craving jo uske promise ko poori tarah se tabah kar rahi thi.
Trupti ne phone ko seene se chipkaya. Uski aankhein andhere mein khuli hui thin, aur thighs ke beech uske apne fluids abhi bhi thande pad rahe the.
Neend us raat bhi behad der se aayi.
Aur jab aayi, toh uske sapnon mein Abhay ka koi soft, pyara future nahi tha.
Sirf Rahul ki woh cold, rough aur possessive aawaz thi jo uske kaan mein phusphusakar keh rahi thi —
Detail mein bata, Mummy...