[Joker44]

Kuch din beet gaye the vibrator wali raat ke baad.
Us raat ke baad Vikram ne ek naya rule bana diya tha. Simple rule, lekin Vaishali ke liye bohot bhari. Usne kaha tha — jab bhi ghar pe koi mehmaan ho, chahe Arjun ho, chahe koi aur, vibrator Vaishali ki chut mein rahega. Quiet mode pe. Aur jab uska man karega, woh remote se use vibrate kar dega. Kitni der, kitna tez — yeh uske haath mein.
Vaishali ne mana kiya tha. Aankhen badi karke, awaaz kaanp ke. “Vikram… yeh nahi… main logon ke saamne… nahi kar sakti… please…” Usne socha, uski chut mein.
Usne suna nahi. Usne uska chin pakda, dheere se hasa, aur kaha, “Tu mere liye karegi. Tu pehle bhi sharma rahi thi. Phir maza aaya. Yeh bhi aayega. Main control rakhunga. Bas tu chup rehna.” Usne uski jaangh par haath rakha.
Woh din se yeh roz ho raha tha. Kabhi subah chai peete hue jab koi neighbour aa jata. Kabhi shaam ko TV pe. Kabhi jab Arjun phone pe baat kar raha hota door pe. Remote Vikram ki pocket mein rehta. Uske ungliyon pe. Aur jab woh dabata, Vaishali ki saans atak jati. Zanon mein tingle, clit pe buzz, pet ke neeche garmi. Kabhi uske ghutne kamzor pad jate. Kabhi usse lagta pee nikal jayegi. Woh ladkhada jati, plate chhod deti, kitchen ki sink pakad leti. Aur Vikram has deta — dheemi awaaz mein, jaise koi private joke. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Aaj Arjun aaya tha.
Vikram ne khud call kiya tha. “Arre bhai, aaja. Free hai? Game khelenge. Nayi console lagi hai.” Arjun thoda der soch ke aa gaya. College ka pressure tha, lekin Vikram ke ghar aana… yeh ab uske liye ajeeb aur zaroori dono tha. Woh apni maa ko dekhna chahta tha. Chahe “Bhabhi” keh ke. Usne socha, uski moan.
Shaam ka time tha. Hall mein soft light. TV pe racing game chal raha tha. Vikram aur Arjun sofa pe baith ke controllers pakde hue the. Dono has rahe the, gaaliyan de rahe the, score pe lad rahe the. Normal si dosti ki awaaz.
Vaishali unke paas hi baithi thi. Side wali chair pe. Simple cotton saree, pallu theek se. Baal bandhe. Chehre pe halka smile — beta aur yeh ladka saath has rahe hain, yeh dekh ke uske andar thoda sukoon tha. Kitchen se chai ki khushbu aa rahi thi. Usne cup rakhe the tray pe, lekin abhi uth ke laane wali thi. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut mein vibrator tha.
Kuch der silence bhi aaya. Game loading ho rahi thi. Controllers neeche. Dono paani pee rahe the.
Tabhi.
Buzz.
Chhoti si, andar ki. Remote Vikram ne pocket mein dabaya — bilkul dheere, low level. Vaishali ki aankhen ek second ke liye badi ho gayin. Uske hont khule. Pet ke neeche sudden vibration. Clit pe seedha. Chut ke andar pink toy hilne laga — dheere, lekin clear. Uski chut geeli ho gayi.
Uske munh se gasps nikal gayi.




“Ahh—”
Arjun ne turant sir ghumaya. “Kya hua, Bhabhi?”
Vikram ne casually remote hata ke controller uthaya, chehra normal. “Kuch nahi yaar. Shayad… khansi aa gayi hogi. Throat kharab hai shayad uska.” Usne Vaishali ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein wohi bull wala halka sa smile. “Hai na, Meera? Paani pi le.” Usne socha, uski chut.
Vaishali ne sir hilaya. Awaaz nahi nikal paayi pehle. Buzz ab bhi andar thi — low, continuous. Uski ungliyan chair ke kinare kas gayin. “Haan… bas… khansi… main… andar jaati hoon thodi der.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Woh uthii. Uthte waqt uske ghutne ek second ke liye kamzor pade. Arjun ne dekha — uska kadam ladkhadaya. Usne socha shayad woh genuinely beemar hai. Vikram ne dekha aur andar se maza aaya. Remote ab bhi low pe tha.
Vaishali bathroom ki taraf nahi gayi. Woh bedroom chali gayi. Door band kiya. Wahan jake usne deewar pakdi. Saans tez thi. Chut mein vibrator hil raha tha — sharam aur pleasure mil ke. “Nnh… Vikram… saale…” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, aankhen band. Uski chut geeli thi.
Buzz low tha, lekin seedha clit pe pad raha tha. Har pulse pe uske pet ke neeche tingles fail rahe the. Uski taangein halki si kaanp rahi thin. Usne apni saree ki fold theek ki, pet pe haath rakha, try kiya ki orgasm na aaye. Kyunki agar abhi aa gaya, toh hall tak awaaz ja sakti thi. Beta bahar tha. Controller ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Aur yahan woh deewar pakde khadi thi, chut geeli, nipples tight, munh dabaye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne socha — pehli raat jab Vikram ne toy nikala tha, usne kaha tha never done. Ab yeh uske andar roz rehta tha. Guests ke saamne. Beta ke saamne. Yeh naya rule uske liye jail jaisa tha. Mana kiya tha. Roya bhi thi ek raat. Usne suna nahi. “Tu mere liye karegi,” bas itna. Aur woh kar rahi thi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Kuch minute baad buzz ruk gaya. Remote off. Vaishali ne gehli saans li. Panty bilkul geeli thi. Thoda sa liquid uski jaangh pe bhi feel hua. Toy ab bhi andar tha — rule ke hisaab se nikalna mana tha jab tak Vikram khud na kahe. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi rahi, chehra thoda lal, aankhen nam. Usne lipstick theek ki, pallu set kiya, do gehri saansein liin. Phir usne compose kiya aur wapas hall ki taraf chal di. Jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.



Thodi der baad Vikram bathroom gaya. “Do minute. Nature call.”
Game pause. Arjun sofa pe akela. Vaishali kitchen se chai leke aa rahi thi. Cup rakhte hue uske haath thode kaanp rahe the. Arjun ne yeh dekha.
Woh utha. Vikram bathroom mein tha — door band, pani ki awaaz. Arjun ne awaaz dheemi ki.
“Maa… aap theek ho na?”
Vaishali ruk gayi. Cup tray pe. Aankhen uski aankhon mein. “Haan beta… main theek hoon.” Usne socha, uski chut.
Arjun ka chehra toot sa gaya. Uski awaaz mein bojh tha. “Maa… main… main so sorry. Meri wajah se yeh sab hua. Profile… paisa… yeh shaadi… sab. Main… main itna bada… ganda kaam kiya. Aapko… aapko isme dhakel diya.” Uski aankhen bhar aayin. Woh roya — dheere, kandhe hilte hue, jaise daba ke ro raha ho. “Main… main roz sochta hoon… agar main woh photo nahi lagata… agar main Meera nahi banata… toh aap… aap yahan nahi hoti. Aap ghar pe hoti. Papa ke saath. Mere saath.” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali ka dil bhar aaya. Usne tray side rakhi. Arjun ke paas gayi. Uske sir pe haath rakha — pehle maathe pe, phir baalon mein ungliyan. Beta ab bhi uska beta tha. Chahe duniya use Bhabhi kahe.
“Mat ro, beta,” usne kaha, awaaz soft, toot’ti hui. “Mat ro. Yeh… yeh teri galti akeli nahi thi. Main bhi… main bhi pressure mein aa gayi thi. Paisa… Priya… lawyer… sab. Lekin ab… ab bas mujhe jaldi yahan se nikaal. Main… main yahan reh nahi paungi itne din aur.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Arjun ne aankhen uthayi. “Maa… aap… aap kitna seh rahi ho? Main… main sunta hoon kabhi kabhi… deewar se… awaazein… aur main… main pagal ho jata hoon. Ki main kuch nahi kar paa raha.”
Vaishali ne uske baal sahlaaye. “Sun… main try kar rahi hoon resist karne ki… jitna ho sake. Roz. Har baar. Lekin ab… ab mujhe nahi ho raha. Yeh ladka… sunta hi nahi hai. Main mana karti hoon, woh has deta hai. Main kehti hoon ‘nahi Vikram’, woh kehta hai ‘tu mere liye karegi’. Aur phir… phir mera jism… khud jawab de deta hai. Main… main kya karun, Arjun? Bol… main kya karun?” Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.
Arjun ne aankhen poonchhin. Usne maa ka haath pakda. Ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. “Maa… main… main koshish karunga. Lawyer… phir se… kuch na kuch. Papa ko bhi bolunga. Bas thoda time. College khatam hone do. Phir… phir main… main aapko nikaalunga. Promise. Main… main aapko yahan nahi chhodunga. Chahe… chahe mujhe kuch bhi karna pade.”
Vaishali ne uske gaal pe haath rakha. Aankhen uski aankhon mein. “Beta… ek baat aur. Main… main sharma rahi hoon tujhse kehne mein… lekin kehna padega. Jo… jo woh karta hai… kabhi kabhi… mera jism… react karta hai. Aur main… main khud se ghin khati hoon. Ki main tumhari maa hoon… aur yeh… yeh sab… toys… rules… logon ke saamne bhi…” Usne awaaz daba li, bathroom ki taraf ek nazar daali. “Lekin main… main ruk nahi paati hamesha. Woh… control… uske paas hai. Remote… uske paas. Samajh raha hai na kya bol rahi hoon? Main… main tujhe detail nahi de sakti. Bas itna samajh — woh sunta nahi. Aur main… main akeli pad gayi hoon uske aage. Bas… jaldi nikaal mujhe. Please.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Arjun ke aansu phir aa gaye. Usne maa ko hug kiya — short, tight, beta wala. Kandhe pe sir. “Maa… main hoon. Main hoon na. Aap… aap strong raho. Main… main plan sochunga. Is hafte hi Papa se milunga. Bas… abhi Vikram ke saamne… normal dikhao. Please. Woh… woh shak karega warna.”
Vaishali ne uska peeth sahlaaya. “Haan. Normal. Main… try karti hoon. Tu mat ro ab. Teri maa abhi bhi teri maa hai. Chahe… chahe naam kuch bhi pad gaya ho.” Usne socha, uski moan.
Arjun ne sir hilaya, aankhen poonchhin, thoda distance banaya. “Haan Maa. Main… main theek hoon. Aap bhi… theek dikhao ab.”
Tabhi bathroom ka flush sunai diya. Door khula. Vikram nikal ke aaya, haath poonchte hue. Usne dono ko paas dekha — Arjun ke haath maa ke kandhe pe, Vaishali ki aankhen thodi nam.
Usne eyebrow uthayi. “Kya baat kar rahe the? Itni serious?”



Vaishali ne turant distance banayi. Smile lagayi — thodi forced. “Kuch nahi. Arjun… uski career ke baare mein bol raha tha. College… job… kya kare, kya nahi. Bas itna.”
Vikram sofa pe baith gaya. Controller uthaya, lekin game pe dhyan nahi diya. Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha, asli interest ke saath. “Tera college next month end hoga na?”
Arjun ne sir hilaya. “Haan… roughly. Finals ke baad.”
“Tu mere office aa ja,” Vikram ne seedha kaha. “Internship dila dunga. Waise bhi mere papa ki hi company hai. Accounts, ops, jo tera field hai — wahan rakh denge. Theek se sab karlega toh… acchi job bhi dila dunga. Permanent. Salary bhi decent. Ghar ke paas hi office hai almost.”
Arjun ki aankhen thodi badi ho gayin. Sach mein? Usne socha tha Vikram sirf hasne-khelne wala hai. Yeh offer… unexpected tha. “Sach mein? Tum… serious ho?”
Vikram has diya. “Are, isme itni kya baat hai. Tu mere ghar ka hai. Mera… saale jaisa hai. Teri bua meri biwi hai. Tere liye itna toh banta hai. Family hai tu. Bas padhai khatam kar, aa ja. Main HR ko bol dunga.” Usne socha, uski chut.
Arjun ke chehre pe asli khushi aa gayi. Tension thodi si peeche hati. “Bhai… thank you. Seriously. Main… main hard work karunga. Promise.”
Vaishali wahan khadi thi. Cup ab thande pad rahe the. Uske andar do cheezin ek saath thin. Ek taraf — woh remote, woh toy, woh roz ka rule, woh sharm, woh helplessness. Doosri taraf — uska beta. Uske bete ki aankhon mein hope. Internship. Job. Vikram ke papa ki company. Beta khush. Beta set. Beta… thoda safe feel kar raha hai. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne dheere se smile ki. Aankhen nam thin, lekin is baar alag nam. Grateful. Scared. Mixed. Usne socha — agar Arjun khush reh sakta hai… agar uska future thoda set ho sakta hai… toh shayad yeh dard… yeh sharm… thodi der aur jheli ja sakti hai. Jab tak beta nikaal sake. Jab tak koi rasta nikle.
Vikram ne uski taraf dekha. “Meera, chai thandi ho jayegi. Aur… baith na. Game resume karte hain. Arjun, ready?”
“Haan,” Arjun bola, awaaz mein ab halki energy thi.
Vaishali ne chai ke cups unke saamne rakhe. Baithte hue uske andar phir se soft reminder tha — toy ab bhi andar hai. Quiet. Waiting. Remote Vikram ki jeans ki pocket mein. Kabhi bhi. Kisi bhi second. Usne socha, uski chut.
Woh chair pe baithi. Pallu theek kiya. Beta has raha tha TV pe. Vikram score pe chillata. Normal ghar. Normal shaam.
Bas andar, uski chut mein ek chhupa hua secret tha. Aur uske dil mein ek aur — ki woh apne bete ke liye ab bhi lad rahi hai, chahe uska jism har roz Vikram ke rules pe jhuk jaye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Game shuru hua. Controllers ki awaaz. Hasna. Gaaliyan.
Vaishali ne cup uthaya. Haath ab stable the. Aankhen TV pe thin, lekin dimaag mein Arjun ka roya hua chehra aur Vikram ka “saale jaisa” wala jumla dono ghum rahe the.
Beta khush hai, usne dil mein kaha. Bas itna kaafi hai aaj ke liye. Kal… kal main phir try karungi rukne ki. Aur agar nahi ruki… toh kam se kam uska future rukna nahi chahiye. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne pocket mein haath daala. Remote ke kinare ungli rakhi. Usne Vaishali ki taraf ek nazar daali — soft, hungry, possess. Phir remote nahi dabaya. Aaj nahi. Abhi nahi. Beta khush tha. Biwi grateful dikh rahi thi. Usne socha — raat ko. Door band. Tab. Usne socha, uski chut.
Usne controller uthaya. “Chal Arjun, ab teri haar fix hai.”
Arjun has diya. “Dekhte hain bhai.”
Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Smile rakhi. Andar toy tha. Bahar beta tha. Aur beech mein woh thi — maa, bhabhi, Meera, Vaishali — sab ek saath, ek chair pe, chai ka cup haath mein, aur ek aisi zindagi mein jisme har buzz ke baad bhi usse beta ki khushi sambhalni padti thi. Usne socha, uski moan. Usne socha, uski chut.
Shaam dheere dheere raat mein badal rahi thi.
Hall mein game chal raha tha.
Aur Vaishali ke liye, pehli baar us din, sharm ke saath ek soft si hope bhi baithi thi — ki shayad beta nikal jayega is jaal se, chahe woh khud abhi thodi der aur isme rehna pade. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Aur remote Vikram ki pocket mein tha.

Raat ho chuki thi.
Arjun ja chuka tha. Hall shant tha. Vaishali bedroom mein baithi thi aur soch rahi thi. Aaj uske dil mein dukh nahi tha. Khushi thi. Arjun ko internship milne wali thi. Vikram ke papa ki company mein. Beta khush tha. Ghar ki paise wali tension bhi thodi kam ho sakti thi. Aur yeh sab Vikram ne kiya tha. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vaishali ne haath jod ke socha. Main uska thank you kaise karun. Usse flowers nahi chahiye. Usse sweet words bhi kam chahiye. Usse ek hi cheez chahiye. Mera body. Main yeh jaanti hoon. Roz jaanti hoon. Remote, toy, rules, sab usi taraf jaate hain. Toh aaj main khud usse khush karungi. Apni marzi se. Arjun ke liye. Thank you ke liye. Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne phone uthaya. Internet khola. Dheere dheere search kiya. Seductive dress. Golden outfit. Two piece. Lap dance. Couples night.
Jo photos aayi unhe dekh ke uska chehra sharam se lal ho gaya. Pet dikh raha tha. Navel dikh rahi thi. Thighs bahar the. Deep neck tha. Usne screen band ki, phir dobara kholi. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne yaad kiya ki shaadi ke baad usne aise kapde kabhi nahi pehne. Bedroom mein woh soft thi. Kiss karti thi. Touch karti thi. Soft moan karti thi. Lekin aisa dance, aisa open dress, aisa seedha seduction, yeh sab usne kabhi nahi kiya. Usne socha, uski moan.
Closet mein ek box pada tha. Vikram ne shopping mein laaya tha. Golden two-piece. Tag ab bhi laga tha. Usne pehna hi nahi tha. Usne box nikala. Kapda haath mein liya. Top chhota tha. Deep neck tha. Peeche almost khula tha. Bottom short tha. Sides pe lace thi. Saath mein ek patli golden belly chain thi jo navel pe let’ti thi.
Vaishali ne dil mein kaha, Aaj pehnungi. Aaj uske liye pehnungi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram bedroom ki taraf aaya. Handle dabaya. Door band tha. Lock laga tha.
“Meera, door kholo. Mujhe sona hai.”
Andar Vaishali makeup kar rahi thi. Usne soft awaaz mein kaha, “Wait karo… please.”
Vikram ne poocha, “Kya hua? Itni der se kya kar rahi hai?”
Vaishali door ke paas gayi. Usne bilkul meethi awaaz mein kaha, “Please… mere liye. Thodi der wait karo na.”
Vikram bahar ruk gaya. Usse uski awaaz bahut pasand aayi. Roz aisi soft request nahi aati thi. Usne has ke kaha, “Theek hai meri jaan. Main wait karunga. Bas zyada late mat kar.”
Woh hall mein sofa pe baith gaya. Phone nikal liya. Dil mein sochne laga ki aaj yeh alag behave kar rahi hai. Aaj yeh khud wait maang rahi hai. Usne socha, uski chut.
Andar Vaishali ne makeup kiya. Aankhon pe halka smoky color. Honton pe dark glossy lipstick. Baal khole chhod diye. Phir usne golden two-piece pehna. Top ne uske boobs ko upar kiya. Cleavage clear dikh rahi thi. Pet bilkul khula tha. Belly chain navel pe leti thi aur light padte hi chamak rahi thi. Bottom uski hips aur thighs dikha raha tha.
Woh aaine ke saamne khadi rahi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha. Sharam aa rahi thi. Excitement bhi aa raha tha. Usne dheere se kaha, “Main aaj yeh sab pehli baar kar rahi hoon.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne light dim kar di. Sirf bedside lamp on rakhi. Phone pe slow music chala di. Ek gehri saans li. Door ka lock khola.
Dheere se door khola.
Vikram uth ke aaya. Usne Vaishali ko dekha aur wahin ruk gaya.



Woh uske saamne golden two-piece mein khadi thi. Pet nanga tha. Navel pe chain chamak rahi thi. Baal khule the. Hont glossy the. Aankhen thodi sharma rahi thin, lekin andar se tayyar thin. Light uske shoulders, cleavage, kamar aur hips pe soft pad rahi thi. Top ke peeche nipples thode mark kar rahe the. Taangein lambi dikh rahi thin. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ka lund turant sakht ho gaya. Jeans tight ho gayi. Woh shocked tha. Usne kaha, “Tum… yeh kya… Meera… yeh kya pehna hai?”
Vaishali ne pehle aankhen neeche ki, phir uthayi. Soft awaaz mein boli, “Mujhe tumhe thank you bolna tha. Arjun ke liye. Uski job aur internship ke liye. Usse ghar ki problem thodi kam ho jayegi. Tumne uske liye yeh kiya. Woh… ghar ka hai. Family jaisa. Isliye aaj main… yeh sab kar rahi hoon.” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram kuch bolne wala tha. Vaishali ne ungli apne honton pe rakhi. “Kuch mat kaho. Bas abhi tak chup raho. Please. Baith jao.”
Usne bedroom ke beech mein chair khinchi. Dim light thi. Music chal rahi thi. Vikram baith gaya. Uske jeans mein lund already hard tha. Aankhen uspe atki thin.
Vaishali uske aage aayi. Pehle door ke paas ruki. Phir dheere uske taraf chali. Hips music ke saath hil rahi thin. Uske haath thode kaanp rahe the, lekin woh ruki nahi. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Woh uske aas paas ghumne lagi. Kabhi peeche, kabhi saamne. Uske kandhe ke paas jhuki. Baal uske face pe touche hue. Phir woh door hat gayi. Vikram ka haath uthne laga. Usne dheere se hata diya aur kaha, “Abhi nahi.”
Phir lap dance shuru hui.
Vaishali Vikram ki godi ke bilkul kareeb aayi. Usne kamar slow circle mein hilayi. Pet uske face ke saamne tha. Belly chain chamak rahi thi. Navel uski aankhon ke saamne thi. Usne haath peeche baalon mein daale. Chest aage kiya. Hips left right ghumayi. Usne socha, uski chut.
Phir woh ghumi aur peeth uski taraf kar di. Hips neeche jhukayi. Short bottom aur tight ho gaya. Ass uske face ke level pe aa gayi. Vikram ne saans rok li aur kaha, “Fuck… Meera…”
Vaishali ne music ke saath move kiya. Haath upar kiye. Baal peeche kiye. Boobs top mein hilne lage. Phir woh uski godi pe almost baith gayi, lekin poora weight nahi diya. Sirf thighs uski jeans pe thin. Kamar aage peeche hil rahi thi. Slow grind. Soft moan nikalii. “Mm…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ka lund uske bottom ke neeche hil raha tha. Sakht tha. Garam tha. Usne uski kamar pakadni chaahi. Vaishali ne uska haath hataaya. Shy si hasi ke saath boli, “Touch mat… abhi. Pehle dekhte raho.” Phir usne uske kaan ke paas muh rakha. Hont se kaan chhua. Jeebh se halka geela kiya. Soft kiss diya. “Thank you… aaj ke liye.”
Vikram ki saans bhaari ho gayi. “Meera… tu pagal kar degi.”
Usne uski gardan pe kiss kiya. Soft. Geela. Slow. Neeche se upar. Pulse pe jeebh feri. Collarbone pe halka kaata. Phir dobara kaan pe aayi. “Love…” yeh word uske munh se sharm ke saath nikla. Ajeeb laga, lekin aaj nikal gaya. Phir woh uske honton ke bilkul kareeb aayi aur ruk gayi. Kiss nahi diya. Sirf saans. Sirf tease. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne phir touch kiya. Haath uski waist pe gaya. Pet pe gaya. Belly chain pe ungli feri. Navel ke aas paas ghumayi. Vaishali dheere se uth ke khadi ho gayi. Woh uske haath se door ghumi. Chair ke peeche gayi. Side gayi. Saamne aayi. Baal hil rahe the. Chain chamak rahi thi. Phir woh wapas aayi. Godi pe baithi. Grind aur gehra kiya. Boobs uske seene pe almost lage. Nipples top ke through feel ho rahe the. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne uske kaan mein soft awaaz mein kaha, “Ab… dheere dheere kholna. Ek ek karke. Main nachungi. Tum khologe.”
Vikram ki aankhen chamak gayin. Bull wala smile aa gaya. “Ab baat bani.”
Vaishali uske saamne khadi rahi. Music pe hips hilati rahi. Vikram ne pehle uske top ke peeche ke thin strap ko ungli se pakda. Dheere khola. Ek strap kandhe se gira. Vaishali ne soft moan diya. “Mm…” Doosra strap bhi khola. Top neeche slide hua, lekin usne haath se boobs pe pakad liya. Abhi poora nahi. Tease. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne kaha, “Hath hata. Mujhe dikha.”
Vaishali sharma gayi. Chehra lal tha. Phir usne haath hataye. Top neeche gir gaya. Boobs free ho gaye. Nipples tight the. Light unpe pad rahi thi. Belly chain navel pe thi. Vikram ne muh khol ke dekha. “Itni sexy… meri Meera…”
Usne uske boobs haath mein liye. Nipples ungliyon se dabaye. Phir muh laga ke chusa. Pehle left. Phir right. Jeebh se ghumaya. Vaishali ki kamar hilti rahi uski godi pe. “Ahh… Vikram… dheere… ahh…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Dance rukii nahi. Woh uspe baith ke grind karti rahi jab woh uske boobs chus raha tha. Bottom ab bhi pehna tha. Geela ho chuka tha.
Phir Vikram ne uske bottom ke sides pe haath rakha. “Ab yeh.”
Vaishali ne sir hilaya. “Haan… tum hatao.”



Usne lace sides dheere khole. Bottom uski thighs pe slide hua. Phir neeche gir gaya. Ab Vaishali uski godi pe nangi thi. Sirf belly chain. Chut geeli chamak rahi thi. Thighs soft. Vikram ne ungli se uski chut touch ki. Geeli. Garam. Vaishali kaanp gayi. “Ahh—” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
“Itni gili ho gayi nachte nachte,” Vikram ne kaha. Power awaaz. “Thank you itna bada hai kya?”
Vaishali ne aankhen neeche ki. Soft boli, “Tumhe… yahi chahiye hota hai. Isliye…”
Vikram ne uska chin uthaya. “Achha kiya. Ab mera nikal.”
Vaishali ne uski jeans ki button kholi. Zipper dheere neeche kiya. Underwear ke upar lund sakht tha. Usne palm se upar se dabaya. Vikram ki saans atak gayi. Phir usne underwear neeche kiya. Lund bahar aaya. Lamba. Sakht. Veins clear. Tip pe pehle se precum. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vaishali ne use haath mein liya. Soft muh se “Wow…” nikal gaya. Usne dheere upar neeche kiya. Sirf tease. Thumb tip pe ghumaya. Precum ungli pe laga. Usne aankhen uthake Vikram ko dekha aur usi ungli pe jeebh feri. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne gaali di, awaaz dheemi. “Fuck… Meera… aise mat kar warna main control nahi rakhunga.”
Vaishali godi pe se utri. Knees pe baith gayi uske beech. Music ab bhi chal rahi thi. Usne lund ko face ke kareeb laaya. Hont tip pe touch kiye. Soft kiss. Phir jeebh nikaal ke tip pe slow lick kiya. Chakkar. Neeche vein pe. Phir wapas tip. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ka haath uske baalon mein gaya. “Haan… aise… meri biwi…”
Vaishali ne muh khola aur tip andar li. Soft. Garam. Phir dheere aur andar. Cheek hollow. Upar neeche. Smack. Geeli awaaz. Kabhi sirf tip. Kabhi zyada gehra. Uske haath se base pakda. Doosre haath se balls soft dabaye. Dance wala feel ab bhi tha — woh kabhi sidha jhuk’ti, kabhi hips peeche hilati, jaise ab bhi nach rahi ho, lekin ab uske lund pe muh laga ke. Usne socha, uski moan.
“Ahh… Meera… teri jeebh… haan… suck… aise…”
Usne jeebh tip ke neeche ghumayi. Phir deep liya jab tak gale ke kareeb gaya. Aankhen pani aa gayin. Sharam thi. Lekin usne rukna nahi chaha. Thank you dirty ho chuka tha, aur usse pata tha Vikram yahi chahta hai. Power. Control. Uska muh uske lund pe. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne halka dhakka diya. Bull mode. “Aur le… haan… meri randi ban ke suck kar… aaj tu khud aayi hai…”



Vaishali ki aankhen uthin. Sharam se lal. Lekin muh nahi hataya. Usne aur tez chusa. Thook geela. Haath upar neeche. Moan uske lund pe vibrate ho rahi thi. “Mm… mm…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne uska baal kas ke pakda, lekin nahi jhada. Usne kaha, “Bas. Ab upar aa. Ab ride kar. Khud. Apni marzi se. Dikha thank you.”
Vaishali uthii. Hont geele the. Laal. Thook ki line chin pe thi. Woh uski godi pe wapas aayi. Lund seedha uski chut ke neeche. Usne tip ko slit pe ragda. Clit pe. Geela sound. Vikram ki jaw tight ho gayi. “Andar… ab…” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Usne dheere se baithna shuru kiya. Tip pehle andar gayi. “Ahhh—” Phir aur. Full. Tight. Garam. Dono ki awaaz nikalii. Vaishali ki aankhen band ho gayin. Pet bhar sa laga. Belly chain hil rahi thi.
Phir woh ride karne lagi.
Pehle slow. Upar neeche. Circle. Boobs uske face ke saamne hil rahe the. Vikram ne nipples chuse jab woh upar neeche ho rahi thi. “Ahh… Vikram… ahh… haan…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Usne uski kamar pakdi. “Tez. Mujhe maza de. Tu nach sakti hai toh chod bhi sakti hai.”
Vaishali tez hui. Thap thap. Geeli awaaz. Chair halki hilne lagi. Uske thighs kaam kar rahe the. Chut lund ko kas ke pakad rahi thi. Har baar jab woh neeche baith’ti, moan nikal’ti. “Ahh-ahh-ahh—” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
Vikram ne uske ass pe thappad maara. Soft pehle. Phir thoda tez. “Haan… meri Meera… aise… tu meri hai… bol…”
“Tumhari… ahh… tumhari… ahhhh—”
Usne usse kiss kiya ride ke beech. Jeebh andar. Hont chuste hue. Phir gardan. Phir kaan. “Thank you… ahh… Arjun ke liye… ahh… tumhare liye…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram hasa, awaaz bhaari. “Arjun ke liye itna bada thank you. Acchi biwi hai tu. Ab jhad mere lund pe.”
Vaishali ki raftaar badh gayi. Clit har dhakke pe ragad rahi thi. Pet mein garmi fail rahi thi. “Main… aa rahi hoon… Vikram… ahhhh—”
Woh hil gayi. Pure body se. Chut ne lund zor se kas liya. Moan lambi nikalii. “Ahhhhhh—” Legs kaanp rahe the. Nails uske shoulders pe. Usne socha, uski chut.
Vikram ne usse chipkaya aur neeche se dhakke diye. “Le… ab main… nnh—” Woh uske andar jhada. Garam. Zor se. Pulse pulse. “Meera… meri… le sab…” Usne socha, uski moan.
Vaishali uske upar kaanp rahi thi. Saans toot rahi thi. Andar bhar sa feel. Sharam aur pleasure dono.
Thodi der baad Vikram ne usse uthaya aur bed pe litaya. Lund ab bhi half hard tha. Usne uski taangein failayi. “Ab main. Power mera.”




Usne uske upar se choda. Deep. Hard. Bed hilne laga. Belly chain har dhakke pe chamakti. Vaishali ke boobs hil rahe the. “Ahh— ahh— Vikram— dheere— nahi— tez— ahhh—” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.
“Bol pasand aa raha hai?”
“Haan— ahh— aa raha hai— mat ruk—”
Usne ek taang upar ki. Aur gehra gaya. Geeli thap. Skin. Sweat. “Teri chut aaj khud nach ke aayi. Ab main isse todunga. Samjhi?”
“Haan— ahh— samjhi— ahhhh—” Usne socha, uski moan.
Doosri baar Vaishali close aayi. Usne sheet kas li. “Main… phir… ahhhh—” Woh dobara hil gayi. Is baar zor se. Aankhon se pani. Vikram uske andar hi tez hua aur phir se jhada — kam, lekin garam — uske naam pe. “Meera…” Usne socha, uski chut.
Baad mein dono bed pe pade. Saans bhaari. Vaishali ke baal uske seene pe the. Belly chain ab bhi navel pe thi. Makeup bigad gaya tha. Hont soojhe the. Thighs geele the. Chut sensitve thi. Usne socha, uski moan.
Vikram ne uske maathe pe kiss kiya. “Aaj tu khud aayi. Dance. Muh. Ride. Yeh main nahi bhoolunga. Tu jab chahe thank you aise dena.”
Vaishali ne aankhen band ki. Dil mein Arjun ki smile thi. Jism pe Vikram ka weight tha. Usne dheere kaha, “Bas Arjun khush rahe. Itna kaafi tha mere liye aaj.” Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi.



Vikram hasa aur usse apne seene se chipkaya. “Arjun khush rahega. Woh mera saale jaisa hai. Aur tu raat ko aise hi mujhe khush karti reh. Golden mein. Muh se. Ride se. Samjhi?”
Vaishali ne dheere se “Hmm” kaha. Sharam thi. Sukoon bhi tha. Body thak gaya tha. Aur ek clear baat thi. Aaj usne resist nahi kiya. Aaj usne diya. Kapde khulwaye. Lund nikala. Chusa. Ride kiya. Thank you ke naam pe. Apni marzi se. Lekin power phir bhi Vikram ke paas hi tha. Usne socha, uski moan.
Bahar raat thi.
Andar golden kapde farsh pe pade the. Music ab bhi dheemi chal rahi thi. Chair thodi hati hui thi. Aur Vaishali pehli baar clearly feel kar rahi thi ki jab aadmi Vikram ho, toh grateful hona bhi body se, muh se, aur ride se guzar’ta hai. Usne socha, uski chut geeli thi. Aur remote ab bhi kahin tha.