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Subah ke theek aath baje connecting room ka darwaza khula tha. Arjun suite ke chhote hall mein khada tha, haath mein resort ke reception se aayi hui green tea ka cup liye. Uske chehre par aam dino jaisi be-neend thakan toh thi, par aaj uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa khamosh thehraav tha. Aaj uska baaiswan janamdin tha. Pichhle saal tak Dadar ke us purane kamre mein subah-subah Vaishali use apne haath ka bana sheera ya poori khilati thi, Ramesh uske sar par haath pherte the, aur ek aam, gharelu apnapan hota tha. Lekin aaj yeh Goa ka luxury suite tha, jahan hawa mein samundari namak aur ek an-dekhi dahshat ghuli hui thi.
Master bedroom ka darwaza khula aur Vikram bahar nikla. Usne grey linen trousers aur khuli safed shirt pehni hui thi. Uske chehre par wahi beparwah, alpha santushti thi jo pichhli raat ke baad aur zyada gehri ho chuki thi.
“Arjun! Happy Birthday, bhai,” Vikram ne aage badhkar Arjun ke kandhe par zor se thapki di. Pakad itni mazboot thi ki Arjun ka cup thoda chhalak gaya. “Tujhe lag raha hoga hum tera birthday bhool gaye? Aise kaise bhoolenge. Reception par bol diya hai, thodi der mein special chocolate truffle cake aa raha hai. Saath mein celebrate karenge.”
Arjun ne zabardasti ek thandi muskaan honthon par chipkayi, “Thank you, bhaiya. Par itna sab karne ki zaroorat nahi thi...”
“Kyun nahi thi? Parivaar hai tu hamara,” Vikram ne mudkar bedroom ke darwaze ki taraf dekha aur aawaz lagayi, “Meera! Ho gaya tera? Bahar aa, cake aane wala hai!”
Bedroom ke andar se ek pal ke liye koi aahat nahi aayi. Phir dabe hue paon ki aahat aayi, aur darwaze ke parde ko hata kar Vaishali ne hall mein kadam rakha.
Arjun ke haath mein pakda cup jaise wahin hawa mein jam gaya. Uski saansein uske gale mein aakar atak gayin.
Vaishali ne wahi bottle-green silk saree pehni thi—jise Vikram ne shopping ke waqt khaas isi din ke liye nikaala tha. Kapda behad chamakdaar, reshami aur shareer se bilkul chipakne wala tha. Blouse bilkul sleeveless tha, jiske kandhe patle straps jaise the aur aage ka gala itna zyada gehra aur khula kata hua tha ki uske bhare hue gore seene ka ubhar, heavy cleavage, bina kisi parde ke saaf dikh raha tha. Gale mein latakta hua bhaari mangalsutra theek us gehari lakeer ke beechon-beech jhul raha tha. Saree ka pallu itna patla karke baandha gaya tha ki kamar ki nangi skin, naabhi ka hissa aur pichhle dinon ke dabe hue nishaan bilkul roshni mein ubhar rahe the. Maang mein bhara taaza sindoor uske is behad bold aur uttejak roop ke sath ek ajeeb sa takraav paida kar raha tha.



Vaishali ka poora chehra sharm aur ghutan se tamtama raha tha. Uski aankhein zameen mein dhas rahi thin, aur dono haath aage bandhe hue the, jaise apne hi bache-khuche parde ko bachane ki aakhri koshish kar rahi ho.
“Yeh dekho hamari birthday girl jaisi dulhan,” Vikram ne aage badhkar bina kisi sharm ya lihaz ke apna ek bhari haath Vaishali ki nangi kamar par rakh diya. Ungliyon ka dabav saree ke sarakte kapde ke beech saaf dikh raha tha. Usne Vaishali ko thoda aage khinchte hue Arjun ke theek samne la khada kiya. “Kaisi lag rahi hai teri bhabhi? Maine khud yeh saree iske liye chuni thi. Rang dekh kaisa khil raha hai.”
Arjun ke kaano mein pighla hua loha utar gaya. Uski nazrein chahte hue bhi ek pal ke liye us bottle-green kapde ke us paar, apni maa ke us be-parda roop par ja ruki. Usne dekha ki kaise blouse ka gehra cut uske wajood ko khol kar rakh raha tha. Arjun ke chehre ka rang peela pad gaya, uski mutthi itni kas gayi ki nakhun hatheli cheerne lage.
Uski apni maa, jiske samne woh kabhi unchi aawaz mein nahi bola tha, aaj kisi aur mard ke haath ke dabav mein, ek be-hadd chhotay libaas mein uske samne pradarshan ki tarah khadi thi.
“Bhabhi... achhi lag rahi hain,” Arjun ke halaq se sirf itna dukaandaar jaisa lafz nikla. Uski aawaz itni sookhi thi ki khud use parayi lagi.
Doorbell baji, aur resort ka waiter ek trolley par cake aur chhuri lekar andar aaya. Usne cake table par sajaya, wish kiya aur chala gaya.
“Chalo, Arjun, cake kaat,” Vikram ne dining table ke paas khade hokar aadesh diya. Usne Vaishali ko apne bilkul kareeb sataye rakha. “Meera, tu aage aa. Arjun ko cake khilana hai.”
Arjun kaanpte haathon se chhuri thame aage badha. Usne cake ka ek chhota sa hissa kaata. Jab usne pehla piece utha kar Vaishali ki taraf badhaya, toh Vaishali ko aage jhukna pada.
Jaise hi Vaishali jhuki, patla pallu kandhe se sarak kar thoda aur neeche gir gaya, aur uske gehre blouse ka andarooni hissa Arjun ki nazron ke theek samne be-rok-tok aa gaya.
Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi hui saans nikli. Usne jhatke se pallu ko sambhalne ki koshish ki, par Vikram ka haath uski kamar par itna kassa hua tha ki woh poori tarah peeche nahi hat saki. Dono maa-bete ki aankhein ek micro-second ke liye mili.
Vaishali ki aankhon mein be-inteha lachari, aansu aur sharminda mamta thi; jabki Arjun ki aankhon mein aisi jalan aur aatma-ghati ghutan thi jo kisi bhi mard ko andar se tod kar rakh de.
Arjun ne bina kisi sparsh ke cake ka tukda uske honthon ke paas thama diya. Vaishali ne dabe hue dhang se ek chhota sa nivala liya, uska gala ruddh chuka tha, jaise meetha nahi balki zeher nigal rahi ho.
“Ab tu khila bhai ko,” Vikram ne Vaishali ki peeth par thapki dete hue halke se dhakka diya. “Aise sharma kyun rahi hai jaise pehli baar Arjun ko dekh rahi ho? Khila de.”
Vaishali ne thartharate haathon se cake ka piece uthaya aur Arjun ki taraf badhaya. Uske khule sleeveless haath ki nangi chamdi Arjun ke gaal se halki si chhoo gayi. Dono ke jism mein ek thandi bijli si daud gayi. Arjun ne chupchap cake muh mein liya aur foran do kadam peeche hat gaya.
“Bhaiya... mera pet thoda theek nahi hai, main thodi der aaraam karna chahta hoon,” Arjun ne zameen ko ghoorte hue kaha.
Vikram ne ek beparwah thahaka lagaya. “Arre birthday ke din kaisa aaraam? Theek hai, ja thodi der kamre mein baith. Dopahar ko hum teeno luxury boat ride ke liye nikalenge. Tab tak main aur teri bhabhi yahin hain.”
Arjun ne ek pal bhi wahan rukna gawaara nahi samjha. Woh tezi se palta, apne room mein ghusa aur darwaza aisi zor se band kiya ki kadi lagne ki aawaz poore suite mein goonj gayi.
Suite ke hall mein sannaata chha gaya.
Vaishali wahin jam kar khadi rahi, uske dono haath abhi bhi us green silk pallu ko kaskar seene par dabaye hue the, aur palkon ke kone se do garam aansu phisal kar uske blouse ke gehre cut par gir gaye.
Vikram ne peeche se aakar uski nangi gardan par apna chehra tika diya, aur uski kamar par apni pakad ko aur zyada daavedaari se kas liya.
“Dekha? Kitna khush hua launda,” Vikram ne uske kaan mein bilkul dheemi, alpha aawaz mein kaha. “Aur tu bematlab darr rahi thi. Yeh green rang sach mein aag laga raha hai Meera... aur abhi toh poora din baaki hai.”



Cake ka tukda ab bhi table par pada hua tha, chocolate ki meethi khushboo suite ke hall mein tair rahi thi, lekin us khushboo ke neeche ek aur cheez thi—woh garam, nam, raat bhar ki chhuwan jo ab bhi Vaishali ke jism par chipki hui thi. Arjun ne apna cup table par rakha, bina kisi aur lafz ke palta, aur apne connecting room ki taraf badh gaya. Uske kadam tez the, jaise woh us hall se bahar nikalna chahta ho jahan uski maa green silk mein khadi thi, cleavage gehra, pallu sarakta hua, aur Vikram ka haath uski nangi kamar par. Darwaza band hone ki awaaz aayi, kadi lagi, aur suite ke hall mein achanak sannata chha gaya.

Vaishali wahin khadi rahi, dono haath ab bhi pallu ko seene par dabaye hue. Uski saans dheemi thi, lekin tez. Green silk uske jism se chipak rahi thi, blouse ka gehra cut uske boobs ka inner curve dikha raha tha, mangalsutra unke beech latak raha tha. Uske gaal ab bhi laal the, cake khilate waqt Arjun ki nazar uske cleavage par gayi thi, aur usne us nazar ko mehsoos kiya tha. Vikram ne uski kamar par apna haath aur kas diya, ungliyan uski nangi skin mein dab gayi, aur usne use dheere se sofa ki taraf ghuma diya.

“Baith,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi, lekin aadesh wali.

Vaishali ne pallu ko theek kiya, jitna ho saka, aur sofa par baith gayi. Silk uski jaanghon par phisal gaya, ek taang thodi si khul gayi, phir usne use band kiya. Vikram uske bagal mein baitha, ek haath sofa ke peeche, doosra ab bhi uski kamar par. Usne uski taraf dekha. Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Sharm thi, lekin uske andar kuch aur bhi tha—raat bhar ki yaad, uska jism ab bhi garam, aur yeh jaanna ki Arjun bagal mein hai, deewar ke us paar.

“Trip kaisa lag raha hai?” Vikram ne pucha, awaaz mein halki hasi. “Goa. Honeymoon. Arjun bhi saath.”

Vaishali ne dheere se sir hila diya. “Theek hai.” Uski awaaz dheemi thi. Usne socha, main kya kahun. Ki raat bhar tune mujhe chodha, glass par, chair par, floor par, aur ab main yahan baithi hoon, tere haath mein, aur mera beta bagal mein hai. Lekin usne kuch nahi kaha. Uski chut ab bhi sore thi, lekin geeli bhi. Silk us par chipak raha tha.

Vikram ne uski kamar se haath upar sarkaya, blouse ke neeche se, uske boob ke side ko chhua. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Usne uska haath nahi hataya. “Sharma rahi hai,” usne kaha. “Kal raat nahi sharmaayi thi.”

Vaishali ke gaal aur laal ho gaye. Usne aankhen band ki, ek pal ke liye. “Woh… raat thi.”

“Aur ab?” Vikram ne uske kaan ke paas munh rakha. Uski saans garam thi, uski gardan par. “Ab kya hai?”

Vaishali ne jawab nahi diya. Uske andar do cheezein lad rahi thin. Ek taraf Arjun—uska beta, jo abhi cake khilate waqt uski aankhon mein dekh chuka tha, jo train mein sun chuka tha. Doosri taraf yeh mard, jo uske jism ko jaanta tha, jo usse poochta nahi tha, lekin aaj uski awaaz mein kuch aur tha—ek halki, cheesy flirting jo use pehle nahi dikhi thi. Usne socha, main isko pasand karne lagi hoon. Yeh galat hai. Phir bhi usne uska haath nahi hataya.

Vikram ne uske honthon par apna munh rakha. Kiss dheema tha pehle, soft. Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Uski jeebh uske honthon ko chhui, dheere. Usne kiss wapas kiya, dheere, phir thoda tez. Smooch ki awaaz hall mein goonji, dheemi. Uski ungliyan uske baalon mein gayi, uske sir ko pakda. Vikram ne kiss gehra kiya, uski jeebh andar, uski jeebh se mili. Vaishali ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, silk us par chipak raha tha.

“Yahan,” Vikram ne kiss toda aur kaha, awaaz bhari. “Yahan hi karte hain.”

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Cheeks laal. “Nahi… Arjun… woh dekh lega. Bahar hai. Darwaza—”

“Usne train mein bhi dekha hoga,” Vikram ne kaha, uske kaan mein. “Kya farak padta hai? Launda jawan hai. Use pata hai. Aur tu meri biwi hai.”

Vaishali ne sir hila diya, dheere. “Please… room mein—”

Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi aur use sofa par dhakel diya. Vaishali peeth ke bal giri, silk upar sarki, ek taang sofa se latak gayi. Pallu sarak gaya, cleavage poora khul gaya. Usne gasp kiya. Vikram uske upar jhuka, uske honthon par phir kiss kiya, gehra, aur uski saree ko upar kheench diya.




Vikram ne Vaishali ke honthon par apna munh rakha aur kiss dheema shuru kiya. Pehle sirf honth mile, soft, garam. Phir usne uske neeche wale honth ko dheere se chusa. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Uski saans uske munh mein gayi. Vikram ne jeebh bahar nikali aur uske honthon ke beech se andar daali. Uski jeebh uski jeebh se mili, ghumi, chaati. Smooch ki awaaz hall mein goonji, dheemi pehle, phir wet aur thodi tez. Vaishali ne dheere se kiss wapas kiya. Uske honth uske honthon ko pakad rahe the. Uski ungliyan uske baalon mein gayi, dheere se, phir thodi kas ke.

Green silk saree uski jaanghon par sarki hui thi. Ek taang sofa se latak rahi thi, doosri thodi si khuli. Pallu pehle hi zameen par gir chuka tha. Blouse ka gehra cut uske boobs ka aadha hissa dikha raha tha, mangalsutra unke beech latak raha tha. Vikram ne kiss toda aur uske gale par honth rakhe. Chaata, dheere, phir daant se halka kaata. Vaishali ke munh se ek dabi moan nikli, “Mmm…” Uski peeth thodi si ubhar gayi. Vikram ne uske gale ko aur chaata, uski collarbone par jeebh pheri, phir wapas honthon par aaya. Kiss ab gehra tha. Uski jeebh uske munh ke andar thi, uski jeebh se lad rahi thi. Wet awaazein tez ho rahi thin. Vaishali ki saans tez thi. Uski chut geeli ho rahi thi, silk us par chipak raha tha.

Usne uski saree ko aur upar kheench diya. Kamar tak. Uski nangi jaanghen dikh gayi, geeli, raat ki yaad se ab bhi thodi sore. Vikram ne blouse ke hooks dheere se khole. Vaishali ne haath nahi hataya. Hooks khule, blouse side hua. Uske boobs bahar aaye, bhaari, nipples pehle se hard. Vikram ne ek ko haath mein liya, dabaya, phir munh mein liya. Chusa, dheere pehle, phir tez. Daant se halka kaata. Vaishali ki moan tez hui, “Ahh…” Usne uska sir pakda aur apne boob par daba diya. “Aur…”

Vikram ne doosra boob bhi munh mein liya. Slurp ki awaaz. Usne dono ko pakda, dabaya, ek ke baad ek chusa. Vaishali ki kamar hil rahi thi. Uski chut aur geeli ho rahi thi. Usne socha, Arjun bagal mein hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Vikram ne uski panty side ki. Uski chut nangi thi, lips khule, ras se chamakte, daane sujhe hue. Usne ungli se chhua, tip se, phir dheere andar daali. Vaishali ne gasp kiya. “Yahan… Arjun dekh lega…”

“Usne train mein bhi sun liya tha,” Vikram ne kaha, uske kaan ke paas, awaaz bhari. “Kya farak padta hai.” Usne apna lund bahar nikala. Sakht tha, garam, nason se bhara hua, tip geela. Usne use uski chut par set kiya. Supada geeli daane se chhua. Vaishali ki saans atak gayi. Vikram ne ek dheera dhakka maara. Tip andar gaya. Phir thoda aur. Phir ek heavy dhakka. Lund poora andar chala gaya, gehra, uske pet tak, uski deewar ko kholta hua. Vaishali ki moan tez nikli, “Ahh—!” Usne sofa ke armrest ko pakad liya. Uski taangein kaanp rahi thin.

Vikram ruk gaya, andar, gehra. Usne uske honthon par phir kiss kiya. Phir dheere se bahar nikala, tip tak, aur phir andar. Slow. Wet awaaz. Phir tez. Thap. Phir aur tez. Thap thap. Lund bahar aata, tip tak, phir gehra andar. Uski chut se ras nikal raha tha, uski jaanghon par, sofa par. Vaishali ki moan ab dheemi nahi thi. “Ahh— mmm—” Uski kamar uske dhakkon ke saath hil rahi thi. Pehle usne kaha tha ruk jao, lekin ab uski awaaz badal rahi thi. Vikram ne uske baal pakde aur aur tez kiya. Thap thap thap. Sofa hil raha tha. Wet, heavy, raw. Vaishali ne uske gale par daant gadaaye. Usne uske honthon ko chusa. “Jor se…” usne dheere se kaha, cheeks laal, lekin awaaz mein ab inkaar nahi tha.

Vikram ne uski dono taangein uthayi aur aur gehra andar kiya. Thap thap. Lund uske pet tak ja raha tha. Vaishali ki moan tez thi, tooti hui. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, deewar kas rahi thi. Ras beh raha tha. Usne socha, Arjun sun raha hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Uska jism chah raha tha. Vikram ne uske boobs pakde, nipple ko munh mein liya, aur tez chodna jaari rakha. Thap thap thap. Wet awaazein, moan, saans, sab mil kar hall mein goonj raha tha. Vaishali ne uske kandhon par haath rakhe aur uske saath hili. “Aur… gehra…” usne kaha. Vikram ne aur tez kiya. Lund poora andar, phir bahar, phir andar. Heavy. Deep. Raw. Uski chut geeli thi, uske lund se chipki hui, aur woh use poora le rahi thi, sofa par, bina roke.



Vikram ka lund ab bhi uski chut ke andar tha, gehra, jab usne dheere se bahar nikala aur phir tez dhakka maara. Thap. Vaishali ki moan tez nikli. Uski kamar uske saath hil rahi thi. Darwaze ke kone se Arjun dekh raha tha. Usne dekha apni maa ko sofa par, green silk kamar tak uthi hui, boobs nange, Vikram ka haath uske baalon mein, lund andar-bahar. Usne apna haath neeche le gaya, apne lund ko pakda, dheere se ragda.

Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Pehle usne kaha tha ruk jao, lekin ab uski awaaz badal chuki thi. “Aur… gehra…” usne kaha, dheere. Vikram ne uski ek taang uthayi aur aur tez kiya. Thap thap. Wet awaaz tez ho gayi. Uski chut uske lund ko pakad rahi thi, ras beh raha tha. Usne uske gale par daant gadaaye. “Jor se chodo…”

Arjun ne dekha. Usne dekha kaise uski maa ne khud apna haath Vikram ke kandhe par rakha aur uske saath hili. Kaise usne uske honthon ko chusa. Kaise uski moan ab dabi nahi thi. Usne apna lund tez ragda. Uski saans tez thi.

Vikram ne uske doosre boob ko munh mein liya, chusa, aur tez chodna jaari rakha. Vaishali ne uska sir pakda. “Chuso… aur… ahh—” Uski kamar tez hil rahi thi. Sofa ki awaaz, wet thap, uski moan, sab mil kar hall mein goonj raha tha. Arjun ne dekha uski maa ke boobs hil rahe hain, uski chut se ras nikal raha hai, Vikram ka lund gehra andar ja raha hai. Usne socha, woh enjoy kar rahi hai. Woh khud maang rahi hai.

Vaishali ne aankhen kholi, ek pal ke liye. Darwaze ki taraf nazar gayi, phir band ho gayi. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Usne Vikram ke gale par haath rakha aur uske saath hili. “Aur… please… jor se…” Vikram ne uske baal kas ke pakde aur heavy dhakke maare. Thap thap thap. Vaishali ki moan tez thi, tooti hui. Uski chut uske lund ko kas ke pakad rahi thi. Ras sofa par gir raha tha. Arjun ne apna lund tez ragda, aankhen uski maa par. Usne dekha kaise woh ab poori tarah uske saath hil rahi hai, kaise usne khud kaha hai jor se.

Vikram ne uski dono taangein uthayi aur aur gehra andar kiya. Vaishali ne uske honthon ko chusa, tez. “Chodo… aise hi…” Usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hai, lekin usne nahi roka. Uska jism chah raha tha. Vikram ne tez kiya. Thap thap. Wet, heavy, raw. Vaishali ki moan ab saaf thi. “Ahh— aur— gehra—” Arjun ne dekha, apna lund tez ragadta hua, aur socha ki woh ab mana nahi kar rahi. Woh maang rahi hai. Aur woh dekh raha hai.

Vikram ne aakhri tez dhakke maare. Thap thap. Lund poora andar dhasa, uske pet tak. Usne uski jaanghon ko kas ke pakda aur ruk gaya. Uska jism sakht hua. Garam virya uski chut ke andar chhoota, lambi dhaar mein, gehra. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayi. Ek lambi, kaanpti moan uske gale se nikli, “Ahh—” Dono ki saans tez thi, tooti hui. Vikram uske upar pada hua tha, lund ab bhi andar, dheere dheere naram hota hua. Vaishali ke gaal laal the, paseene se geele. Uski chut uske virya se bhari hui thi, ras dono mil kar uski jaanghon par beh raha tha.

Vikram ne uske maathe par kiss kiya, phir honthon par. Dheere. Usne hasa, dheemi awaaz mein. Vaishali ne aankhen kholi. Cheeks ab bhi laal. Usne bhi dheere se has diya, sharm se, lekin hasi thi. “Pagal ho tum,” usne kaha, awaaz kaanpti hui. Vikram ne uske baalon mein haath phera. “Aur tu?” Usne phir hasa. Dono ek pal ke liye aise hi rahe, sofa par, geele, saans tez. Phir Vikram ne dheere se lund bahar nikala. Virya uski chut se bahar aaya, sofa par gir gaya. Vaishali ne apni taangein band ki, green silk ko neeche kheenchne ki koshish ki. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin.

Darwaze ke us paar Arjun khada tha. Usne sab dekha tha. Aakhri dhakke, uski maa ki moan, Vikram ka andar rukna, uska virya. Usne apna lund tez ragda tha, ab bhi pakda hua tha. Uski saans tez thi. Usne dekha apni maa ko sofa par, boobs nange, chut se ras beh raha, Vikram uske upar. Usne socha, woh has rahi thi. Woh sharma rahi thi, lekin has rahi thi. Uske andar guilt thi, lekin uska lund sakht tha. Usne apna haath tez chalaya, aankhen uski maa ke jism par. Uski chut, uske boobs, uski moan. Usne socha, kitni geeli thi. Kitna gehra le rahi thi. Kitna maang rahi thi. Usne aankhen band ki aur apne lund ko tez ragda. Uska jism sakht hua. Usne dheere se saans li, apna haath roka, aur darwaza dheere se band kar diya.

Hall mein Vaishali ne pallu uthaya, blouse theek kiya, jitna ho saka. Uski ungliyan ab bhi kaanp rahi thin. Vikram ne uski kamar pakdi. “Room mein chalte hain,” usne kaha. Vaishali ne sir hila diya. Dheere. Sharm thi. Guilt thi. Lekin usne haan kaha. Dono uth gaye. Sofa par ras aur virya ka nishaan pada hua tha. Vaishali ne ek baar peeche dekha, phir aankhen neeche ki. Usne socha, Arjun dekh raha hoga. Phir bhi woh Vikram ke saath bedroom ki taraf badh gayi. Darwaza band hua. Andar se dheemi awaazein aane lagi, phir tez. Arjun ne apne room mein suni. Uski maa ki moan. Vikram ki awaaz. Thap thap. Usne phir se apna lund pakda. Usne socha, woh ab bhi chud rahi hai. Aur woh sun raha hai. Guilt uske seene mein thi, lekin uska haath tez chal raha tha. Uski maa ka jism uske dimaag mein tha—nangi, geeli, maangti hui. Aur woh ruk nahi pa raha tha.


Arjun ne apne room ke darwaze ko dheere se band kiya tha, lekin band nahi kiya tha poora. Ek patli si darar chhod di thi. Usne socha tha ki woh nahi dekhega, nahi sunega, lekin uske pair nahi hate. Bedroom se awaazein aa rahi thin. Pehle dheemi. Phir tez. Uski maa ki moan. Vikram ki bhari saans. Sofa ab nahi tha. Bed tha. Thap thap ki awaaz. Wet. Geeli.

Arjun ne apna lund pakda. Pehle se sakht tha. Usne dheere se ragda. Aankhen band ki. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi sofa ka manzar tha. Uski maa, green silk kamar tak uthi hui, boobs nange, nipples hard, Vikram ka lund uski chut mein andar-bahar. Usne dekha tha kaise woh pehle “ruk jao” bol rahi thi, phir “jor se chodo” bolne lagi. Kaise usne khud apna blouse utara. Kaise usne Vikram ka sir apne boobs par daba diya. Kaise uski chut se ras beh raha tha, sofa par gir raha tha.

Ab bedroom se uski moan tez aa rahi thi. “Ahh— aur—” Arjun ne apna haath tez kiya. Usne socha, woh ab bhi maang rahi hai. Woh has rahi thi sofa par, sharma ke, lekin has rahi thi. Ab bed par woh aur tez moan kar rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein uski maa ka jism aaya—bhaari boobs, geeli chut, jaanghen khuli, Vikram ka lund gehra andar. Usne socha, kitni geeli thi. Kitna gehra le rahi thi. Kitna pasand aa raha tha use.

Guilt uske seene mein thi. Yeh uski maa thi. Uski apni maa. Jo usse sheera khilati thi. Jo uske sar par haath pherati thi. Ab woh Vikram ke neeche moan kar rahi thi, “jor se,” bol rahi thi. Arjun ne aankhen band ki aur apna lund tez ragda. Usne socha, uski chut kitni garam hogi. Kitni tight. Kitna ras nikal raha hoga. Usne dekha tha sofa par. Ab sun raha tha. Thap thap. Uski maa ki moan. Vikram ki awaaz, “randi ki tarah.”

Arjun ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne apna haath aur tez chalaya. Uski maa ka chehra uske dimaag mein tha—gaal laal, aankhen band, honth khule, moan karti hui. Uske boobs hilte hue. Uski chut uske lund ko pakadti hui. Usne socha, main kya kar raha hoon. Yeh galat hai. Phir bhi usne nahi roka. Uska lund sakht tha, garam, uske haath mein. Usne socha, agar main wahan hota. Agar main uski chut ko dekhta. Agar main uske boobs ko chhuta. Guilt tez hui. Lekin uska haath tez chala.

Bedroom se awaaz aur tez ho gayi. Uski maa ki moan ab saaf thi. “Ahh— gehra—” Vikram ki tez dhakke. Thap thap thap. Arjun ne apna lund kas ke pakda. Usne socha, woh aa rahi hogi. Uske andar. Uske virya se bhari hogi. Usne aankhen band ki. Uski maa ka nanga jism uske dimaag mein tha—geela, garam, maangta hua. Usne tez ragda. Uska jism sakht hua. Saans atak gayi. Usne dheere se saans chhodi, apna haath roka, aur darwaza poora band kar diya. Andar se awaazein ab bhi aa rahi thin. Uski maa ki moan. Aur woh sun raha tha. Guilt uske seene mein thi. Lekin uska lund ab bhi sakht tha. Aur woh jaanta tha, woh ruk nahi paayega.




Subah ki pehli dhoop suite ke pardo ko cheer kar andar aa rahi thi. Pura kamra samundari hawa ki namak aur pichhli raat ki bhari thakan se bhara hua tha. Vaishali ki aankh khuli toh uska pura jism kisi bhari bojh ke neeche dabata hua mehsoos ho raha tha. Haddiyon mein ek thaka hua dard tha, aur gardan ke paas beeti raat ke dabe hue nishaan dhoop mein saaf ubhar rahe the. Uski chut ab bhi sore thi, Vikram ke virya ka nishaan ab bhi uske andar pada hua tha. Vikram abhi bhi bed par befikr gehri neend so raha tha, uska chehra bilkul shant tha. Vaishali ne dheere se bina koi aawaz kiye bed chhoda, bathroom gayi aur garam paani ke neeche der tak khadi rahi, jaise shareer par lagi har chhuwan ko paani se baha dena chahti ho.

Bahar nikal kar usne wahi bottle-green silk saree dobara pehni. Blouse wahi sleeveless tha jiska gala gehra kata hua tha. Usne koshish ki ki pallu ko dono kandhon par kaskar baandh le, taaki collarbone ka til aur seene ka khula hissa, cleavage, jitna ho sake chhip sake. Par silk ka kapda bar-bar phisal raha tha.

Jab woh master bedroom ka darwaza khol kar connecting hall mein aayi, toh samne ka nazaara dekh kar uske kadam wahin jam gaye. Arjun pehle se sofa par baitha hua tha. Uske samne table par chai ka ek cup rakha tha jisme se dhuaan nikalna band ho chuka tha. Arjun ka chehra peela pad chuka tha, aankhein laal thin aur palkon ke neeche gehre kaale ghere the—saaf dikh raha tha ki raat bhar usne ek pal ke liye bhi neend nahi li thi. Usne sofa par apni maa ko dekha tha, uski chut se ras behte hue, uski moan suni thi, aur apna lund ragda tha.

Tabhi peeche se master bedroom ka darwaza khula aur Vikram angdaai lete hue bahar nikla. Usne fresh hokar shorts aur polo t-shirt pehan li thi. “Uth gaye dono?” Vikram ne bilkul aam mardana lahze mein kaha. “Main neeche restaurant ja raha hoon, kuch fresh breakfast aur coffee order karta hoon. Tum dono tab tak tayaar ho jao, aaj dopahar ko humein cruise par nikalna hai.” Usne aage badhkar beparwah andaz mein Vaishali ke maathe par ek halka sa kiss kiya aur Arjun ke kandhe par hath thapthapate hue suite ka main door khola aur bahar nikal gaya.

Darwaza band hone ki click aawaz ke sath hi suite ke andar ek ajeeb sa, dam-ghotne wala sannata chha gaya. Vaishali chupchap sofa ke doosre kone par baith gayi. Usne dono haathon se apne green pallu ko kaskar seene par bheencha hua tha. Nazrein zameen par gadh gayi thin.

Arjun ne aahista se apna cup table par rakha. Uske haath halki thartharahat ke sath thehre. Usne gardan utha kar seedha Vaishali ki taraf dekha. “Aapko yeh sab pasand aane laga hai na?” Arjun ne seedha pucha.

Vaishali ka dil ek pal ke liye dhadakna bhool gaya. “Kya bol raha hai tu?”

“Wahi jo aap achhi tarah jaanti hain,” Arjun ne aage jhukte hue kaha. “Kal dopahar ko sofa par. Kal raat connecting door ke us paar. Maine sab dekha hai, sab suna hai. Train mein bhi aapne use ek baar nahi roka tha. Aapki aawaz, aapka uske samne jhukna. Aap uske sath waise hi rehti hain jaise koi aurat apni marzi se apne shauhar ke sath rehti hai. Aapne khud kaha tha jor se chodo. Aapki chut geeli thi. Aap moan kar rahi thin.”

Vaishali ke gaal sharm aur be-basi se aag ki tarah sulag uthe. “Chup kar Arjun! Apni hadd mat bhool.”

“Main kyun chup rahun? Aap meri maa hain! Jis aurat ko maine pichhle bees saal ghar ke kone mein puja ki thali uthaye dekha hai, woh aaj kisi jawan mard ke aage is tarah. Aapne khud apna pallu giraya, aapne khud use rokne se inkaar kiya. Aap uske lund ko andar le rahi thin aur maang rahi thin.”

Chataakh! Vaishali ka haath Arjun ke gaal par pada. Thappad ki aawaz goonji. Arjun ka sir mud gaya. Chai chhalak gayi.

Vaishali ki saansein phool rahi thin. Aansu nikal aaye. “Maar lijiye,” Arjun ne kaha, gaal laal. “Ek baar aur maar lijiye. Gaal par thappad maarne se sachai nahi badal jayegi. Jawab dijiye na mujhe. Kya aapko yeh sab bura lag raha hai? Sach mein? Aapko uska lund pasand aa raha hai na? Aapki chut uske liye geeli ho rahi hai na?”

Vaishali ke andar ka parda phat chuka tha. Pallu sarak gaya, cleavage khul gaya. Usne theek nahi kiya. “Haan! Haan, mujhe achha lagta hai! Ab sun liya tune?”

Arjun ka chehra sunn pad gaya.

“Tu mujhse hisaab maangne aaya hai Arjun? Mujhe uske haath kisne becha tha? Tune aur tere baap ne. Register par sign karwate waqt yaad nahi aaya tha ki main teri maa hoon? Maine kitni koshish ki khud ko bachane ki. Tere baap ne bees saal mein mujhe ek aurat nahi samjha. Ek nayi saree tak nahi di. Aur Vikram ne kya kiya? Usne mujhe choda. Usne meri chut ko bhara. Usne mere boobs chuse. Usne mujhe woh sukh diya jo tum logon ne kabhi nahi diya. Mera jism uski chhuwan par pighalta hai. Woh mera pati hai. Woh mera shauhar hai. Ab khush hai tu? Mil gaya jawab?”

Arjun ke paas koi lafz nahi bache. Uski gardan jhuk gayi. Gaal par thappad ka nishaan jal raha tha. Vaishali ne pallu uthaya. Dono ke beech ka fasla teen foot ka tha, lekin rishta mitti mein mil chuka tha. Chai thandi ho chuki thi. Suite ke andar sannaata phail gaya tha.