[Joker44]

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Geeti ghar laut chuki thi. Body relaxed thi… par dimag mein ab bhi car ka woh scene flash ho raha tha.
Ramu ka chehra, uski shakl jab usne saree ke andar apna sir daala…
Aur sabse zyada, Geeti ka apna reaction—woh moan jo usne roka nahi, woh aah jo zabaan se phisal gayi thi.
Soham laptop pe kuch kaam kar raha tha, bed ke kone pe. Usne dekha, Geeti ek alag hi glow mein thi.
“You look… dangerous,” Soham bola, ek teasing smile ke saath.
Geeti ne apna pallu side kiya, aur seedha uske paas jaake baith gayi, uske shoulder pe sir rakh diya.
“Kuch kar baithi hoon aaj...” usne halki si smile ke saath kaha.
Soham ne laptop side mein rakha.
“Hmm? MD ka kuch hua kya?”
“Naah... MD toh sirf bhooka sher hai. Aaj toh maine ek loyal kutte ko reward diya.”
Soham ne aankhein thodi narrow ki, confuse hoke bola, “What? Kya matlab?”
Geeti ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dheere se bola, “Ramu.”
Soham blink kiya. “Ramu?! Ramu kaka? Hamara office wala peon Ramu?!”
Geeti ne cheeky smile di, “Wahi. Parking lot mein... mujhe itna horny feel ho raha tha, mujhe kuch chahiye tha… aur Ramu was the quickest option.”
Soham ab shock mein tha aur hasi bhi rok nahi pa raha tha. “Are you telling me... tumne Ramu ko...”
“...summon kiya. Pichhle seat mein bulaya. Saree upar ki. Aur bola... ‘lick me’.”
Soham ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya.
“Tumne Ramu se chut chatwai?!”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Nayi experience tha. Thoda rough, thoda loyal, thoda awara… par 100% obedient.”
Soham ne headshake karte hue bola, “Geeti... tu toh wild nikli yaar. Maine socha tha tum thoda slow jaogi, par tum toh fast-forward mein chal rahi ho.”
Geeti hansi.
“Wait, that’s not all.”
“Uske baad... main uski eyes mein dekh rahi thi. Bechara itna overwhelmed tha. Maine use thoda aur gift de diya.”
Soham squinted. “What do you mean... gift?”
Geeti leaned closer, ekdum sulagti muskurahat ke saath boli—“I gave him a blowjob.”
Soham literally girte girte bacha. “Tu serious hai?! Tu ne Ramu ko…?”
“Kya karein Soham, uske liye toh woh moment NASA mission jaisa tha. Bechara toh khushi mein do baar gir gaya car se bahar aate waqt.”
Soham ab zor zor se hansi nahi rok pa raha tha.
“Mujhe lagta hai Ramu aaj se kal tak sabko bolega ki usne Bhagwan ka darshan kiya.”
“Aur uska Bhagwan deep red saree mein, pallu side karke baithi thi.”
Geeti ne hansi ke beech uska haath pakda. “You’re not mad?”
Soham ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Tum meri fantasy ho, Geeti. Har angle se. Tum jaise apna control le rahi ho... main bas dekhta hoon aur pighal jaata hoon.”
Geeti ne halka sa kiss diya uske cheek par.
“Good. Kyunki Thailand mein ab MD ko line mein lana hai.”
Soham ne tease karte hue bola, “Bas Ramu ko mat le jaana trip pe… uska heart fail ho jayega.”
Geeti hansi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek spark tha.
Woh ab sirf kisi ki biwi nahi thi—woh apni duniya ki queen thi.
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Geeti fresh ho kar bed pe aayi, hair open, ek loose cotton kurti mein, lekin uske chehre pe woh hi tease thi jo MD ke cabin mein thi. Soham usse dekhta hi jaa raha tha.
“Toh... MD se kya baatein hui?” Soham ne casually pucha, jaise bas kaam ka update le raha ho—lekin uski aankhon mein woh old sparkle tha: he was curious, aroused, and slightly jealous. Perfect combo.
Geeti ne smirk kiya, “Uff... MD toh aaj pura todne ke mood mein tha.”
“Aankhon se ya zabaan se?” Soham hansa.
“Dono,” Geeti ne jawab diya, apna pillow lap mein lete hue.
“Sabse pehle toh mujhe dekha jaise mujhe kha jaayega… woh bhi bina sauce ke.”
“Aur tumne kya kiya?” Soham leaned closer.
“Bas thoda tease kiya. Baal side kiye, armpit thoda dikhaya, pallu loose kiya… aur jab pen gira, toh… full view.”
Soham ne aankhen bandh ki aur bola, “Tum toh sabka blood pressure gira dogi, madam.”
“That’s not even the juicy part,” Geeti said, turning to him with narrowed eyes. “MD ne mujhe credit card diya.”
Soham raised an eyebrow. “Kya?”
“Platinum company card. Unlimited access.”
“Aur bola… ‘if you perform well on this trip, you’ll be promoted… to the same level as your manager.’”
Soham ne thoda soch kar bola, “Matlab tumhe manager bana dega… agar tum use khush rakho.”
Geeti nodded slowly, “Uske words professional the, lekin aankhon mein sirf ek message tha—‘Thailand mein, tu meri hai.’”
“Tumne kya kaha?” Soham ab serious tha.
Geeti leaned in, “Maine sirf itna kaha—‘Promotion se zyada chahiye hoga mujhe… for my hard work.’”
“Aur uske baad pen gir gaya…” she winked.
Soham burst out laughing. “Tu kamini hai, lekin meri favorite kamini.”
Geeti: “I know. Aur mujhe maza aa raha hai sabko control mein rakh ke.”
“MD soch raha hoga ki woh mujhe possess karega… lekin mujhe chahiye uska control todna.”
Soham uska haath pakad ke bola, “Tu jo bhi karegi, main tere saath hoon. Bas ek baat yaad rakh…”
“Jab tu uske cabin mein thi, main sirf ek cheez soch raha tha…”
Geeti curious ho gayi, “Kya?”
Soham whispered, “Ki MD ke saamne tumhara blouse thoda aur loose hota… toh shayad use heart attack aa jaata.”
Geeti hansi se gir gayi, pillow uske muh par maar diya.
“Stupid! Mujhe laga koi romantic line bolega!”
“That is romantic!” Soham defended. “Tum dusron ko pagal bana rahi ho, aur main har moment ka spectator hoon. Live cinema with popcorn.”
Geeti ne uske lips pe halki si kiss di.
“Agla scene Thailand mein hoga. Get ready.”
Soham ne cheeky tone mein bola, “MD ready hoga… par mujhe lagta hai tumhare jaal se nikal nahi paayega.”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Aur mujhe lagta hai... main chahungi bhi nahi.”







The laughter between Geeti and Soham slowly faded. The room dimmed into a soft calm, only the faint whirr of the ceiling fan and the rustle of cotton bedsheets remained. Soham shifted closer to her, his fingers slowly tracing the lines of her palm.
“Geeti…” he said quietly, seriousness settling into his tone, “MD ka promotion offer... kya woh deal tumhein sach mein tempting lagi?”
Geeti didn’t answer immediately. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes thoughtful, breathing steady. Then, slowly, she nodded.
“Haan... tempting tha,” she whispered. “Powerful tha. Us tarah se kisi ne mujhe kabhi nahi dekha—jaise main ek weapon hoon, ek currency bhi, lekin ek queen bhi. And when he said ‘Vice President’, mere dimaag mein ek spark hua.”
Soham kept looking at her, his expression neutral but his eyes scanning hers deeply.
“You deserve that position,” he said after a pause. “Not because you can seduce a man like MD… but because you can dominate men like him.”
Geeti turned her head to him, slightly surprised. “Tumhe sacchi mein lagta hai main us level pe hoon?”
“Nahi, Geeti,” Soham replied, gently brushing a finger against her cheek. “Main maanta hoon… tum us level se upar ho. Tum mein charm hai, brains hai, control hai, aur sabse badi baat—tumhe pata hai kab kaunse emotion ka use karna hai. That’s CEO material. Not just VP.”
Geeti’s eyes shimmered—partly with pride, partly with something unspoken.
“Lekin yeh sab… is raaste se?” she asked softly. “MD ko please karke, uske greed ka hissa banke?”
Soham exhaled slowly. “Tum kisi ko please nahi kar rahi ho. Tum game khel rahi ho. Difference samjho. MD soch raha hai ke woh tumhe control karega. Mujhe pata hai—tum hi use control karogi.”
“Aur agar main waha tak pahunch gayi toh?” Geeti asked, her voice quiet but intense. “Uski offer le li, power bhi le li… lekin apna body, apna self-respect... woh?”
Soham leaned closer, his voice calm but grounded.
“Self-respect chhoti soch ka concept hai, Geeti. Tum agar apne terms pe chal rahi ho, apni marzi se decisions le rahi ho, toh tum beizzati nahi kar rahi—tum rule kar rahi ho.”
“Tum MD ke bed tak jaao ya boardroom tak, agar decision tumhara hai, toh shame ka sawal hi nahi.”
Geeti held his gaze for a long moment. Then, she reached out and took his hand.
“Toh tum ready ho? Agar main sach mein VP ban jaati hoon… aur us raaste mein MD ka obsession aur dangerous ho gaya, toh?”
Soham squeezed her hand, his voice quiet but firm.
“Main ready hoon. Tumhare saath hoon. Bas ek cheez chahiye—jo bhi karo, mujhe jhoot mat bolna. Agar tum kisi ke saath raho… emotionally, ya physically, mujhe pata ho. Mujhe sach chahiye. Main tumhara partner hoon, spectator nahi.”
Geeti's throat tightened. She hadn’t expected that line—but it landed deep.
“Tum jaante ho na Soham… tumhare bina main yeh game nahi khelti.”
“I know,” he smiled faintly. “But you’re damn good at it now.”
They lay there in silence for a while, fingers interlaced, their minds dancing somewhere between ambition, lust, and truth.
The game had begun.
But now, Geeti wasn’t just playing it… she was planning to win it.




Agli subah, sunlight bedroom ke curtains se chhanni lagi thi. Geeti coffee ka cup leke Soham ke paas aayi, uski aankhon mein ek nayi energy thi—ek strange excitement, ek secret thrill.
“Soham…” usne kaha, “Thailand ke liye thoda shopping karna hai. Tum chalogey mere saath?”
Soham ne uska mood dekh ke hansi se jawab diya, “Aaj toh Geeti full-on honeymoon mode mein lag rahi hai. Chalo, shopping karte hain madam ji ke liye.”
Geeti ke paas MD ka diya hua platinum company card tha. Unlimited spending.
Woh dono mall gaye, aur Geeti ne kisi hesitation ke bina woh sab kuch uthaya jo uski Thailand fantasy mein fit baithta tha—
Sexy satin nightwears, deep-slit sarees, bold blouses, classy heels, seductive perfumes, and designer clutches.
Soham usse har outfit try karwata, uske curves pe comment karta, aur dono ek dusre ke saath hass rahe the jaise nayi-nayi shaadi ke baad ka honeymoon ho.
Ek moment aaya jab Geeti ek bold black lace dress try kar ke mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Soham ne uske peeche jaake whisper kiya,
“Yeh MD ka toh BP high kar degi.”
Geeti muskurayi, “BP sirf high nahi… dil bhi fat jaayega.”
Unhone ek dusre ke liye bhi chhoti chhoti cheezein li.
Geeti ne Soham ke liye ek sleek, expensive phone kharida, bina kuch bole uske haath mein rakh diya.
Soham thoda emotional ho gaya, “Tum mujhe itna kuch kyun de rahi ho?”
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, “Kyuki tum mujhe sabse zyada de chuke ho… freedom, support, aur khud pe bharosa.”
Jab bhi Geeti kuch scan karti ya payment karti, uska transaction MD ke system tak seedha alert ke form mein jaata.
Har swipe pe MD ka phone vibrate karta:
“₹18,999 – Lingerie & Accessories”
“₹52,000 – Designer Sarees”
“₹84,000 – Electronics Purchase”
MD office mein apne phone ka alert dekh raha tha, uski aankhon mein ek wicked smile thi.
“She accepted my gift… aur kaise accept kiya.”
Usne apne glass mein whiskey daali aur whisper kiya,
“Ab Geeti sirf naam se nahi… feeling se bhi meri ho rahi hai.”
Lekin MD ek baat bhool gaya tha—Geeti kisi ki hoti nahi, sirf apni hoti hai.
Jo woh le rahi thi, woh sirf ek aur chaal thi… aur Thailand us chaal ka agla move.

Geeti mall ke lingerie section mein explore kar rahi thi, jab uska phone vibrate hua.
Screen pe MD ka naam chamak raha tha—aur uske message ke saath ek image bhi.
MD ka text:
“Try this one too… for our special night.”
Pic: A jet-black lace bra and panty set—ultra bold, sheer, seductive.
Geeti ne screen dekha… phir aankhon mein ek naughty chamak aayi.
“Mujhe test kar raha hai?” usne socha.
Lekin woh MD ke trap mein nahi, uske game mein apna twist daalne wali thi.
Usne turant nearby ek premium lingerie shop mein enter kiya, exact same set dhoondha, aur bina second thought ke purchase kar liya.
MD ke card se.
One more alert buzzed on MD's phone:
“₹13,999 – Intimates & Lingerie”
MD ne message dekha, smirk kiya.
“She’s playing along...”
Wapas ghar aake, Geeti ne woh same black lingerie pehna.
Mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi—deep black lace against her glowing golden skin, and ek hi cheez jo aur visible thi: uska mangalsutra.
Ek reminder ki woh kisi ki wife hai—aur phir bhi, poore duniya ke fantasy mein jeeti hai.
Soham room mein aaya, uski breath literally ruk gayi.
“Tum... isme toh... main control nahi rakh paunga.”
Geeti ne soft hansi mein bola, “Face mat dikhana. Just one click. Sirf uske liye.”
Soham ne ek close-up shot liya—Geeti in the bold black lingerie, only her body and mangalsutra visible.
Seduction and sanskaar… ek frame mein.
Geeti ne woh pic MD ko bhej di, aur saath mein ek message:
“Your gift… accepted. But remember, sir—what you see, doesn’t mean you’ll get to touch.”
“Earn it. In Thailand.”
MD apne cabin mein tha jab usne pic open ki.
Screen pe woh image jhalak gayi—black lace, soft curves, mangalsutra…
Uske haathon se glass chhootte chhootte bacha.
Uska dil tez dhadakne laga, aur ek raw desire se uska pura body react kar gaya.
“She’s dangerous… and I want her even more now.”
MD ne apne tie loose ki, aur whisper kiya—
“Thailand will be unforgettable, Geeti.”






Geeti aur Soham mall se nikal rahe the. Soham ke haathon mein shopping bags the—sexy sarees, lingerie, perfumes, gifts… poori Thailand tayaari.
Geeti side by side chal rahi thi, poore glow mein, fresh and confident, saree mein wrapped like a walking temptation.
Soham ka phone baja—naya wala, jo Geeti ne uske liye kharida tha.
Usne haste hue phone nikala hi tha ki ek second ke liye sab kuch freeze ho gaya…
Ek ladka, hoodie mein, uske haath se phone kheench kar bhaag gaya.
Soham shock mein khada reh gaya, samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha ki hua kya.
Aur ussi waqt, ek danda hawa mein ghuma, ek dam accurate trajectory mein—seedha chor ke kandhe pe jaake laga.
THWACK!
Chor ka balance hil gaya, aur vo zameen par gir gaya.
Sabke chehre uss direction mein ghoome—
Wahan se ek powerful, lean, stylish cop tezi se aa raha tha. Black shirt, sleeves rolled, aviators on, poori body confidence mein tight, walk mein ek raw energy.
Uska chehra rugged tha, beard trimmed, jaw sharp—and eyes like fire. Shahid Kapoor-style.
Usne zameen pe pade chor ke 2-3 ghuse zor se maare—no overacting, no shouting—bas direct action.
Chor behaal ho gaya, mooh se awaaz bhi nahi nikal paayi. Tab tak ek hawaldar bhi pichhe se aa gaya aur usne us chor ko hatkadi pehna di.
Officer ne jhuk ke Soham ka phone uthaya, uski screen check ki, aur seedha aake Soham ke haath mein diya.
Bina attitude, bina ego—bas calm professionalism.
“Tumhara phone.”
Soham ne slightly shaken expression ke saath “Thanks… Thank you, sir,” bola.
Tabhi Geeti bhi thoda aage badh ke uske paas aayi, apni voice mein warmth aur elegance ke saath boli—
“Thank you, sir... agar aap nahi hote toh…”
Aur usi waqt us officer ki aankhein pehli baar Geeti pe tik gayi.
Usne jo dekha… uska dum le gaya.
Geeti ek deep emerald green satin saree mein thi, dbangd flawlessly.
Sleeveless blouse, low-cut but elegant.
Uska toned waistline saree ke pleats ke beech se tease kar raha tha, ek silver kamarbandh halki si chamak de raha tha.
Uska mangalsutra uske cleavage ke bilkul center mein rest kar raha tha, bold yet traditional.
Geeti ke baal loosely khule the, ek taraf se shoulder ke upar girte hue, aur uski eyes mein ek sharp confidence tha, paired with that warm smile.
Cop ka expression one-second ke liye shift hua.
From hard-edged action hero… to silent admirer.
Usne Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha, ek subtle nod diya—aur phir seedha mudh gaya.
No flirting. No extra words. Bas ek powerful vibe chhod ke chala gaya.
Hawaldar peeche peeche chor ko kheench raha tha.
Geeti ne ek pal ke liye uske jaate hue kadmon ki taraf dekha, fir halki si smile ki.
“Interesting man…” she muttered softly.
Soham ne tease karte hue kaha, “Kya hua? Cop ne bhi impress kar diya?”
Geeti ne aankh maar ke kaha, “Bas uska danda fast tha…”
“Aur aankhein… even faster.”


Geeti ab tak ussi spot par khadi thi—Soham ke saath, bags haath mein, par mann kahin aur atka hua tha. Chor pakda ja chuka tha, phone wapas mil gaya tha, par Geeti ka focus ab kisi aur pe tha… uss cop par.
Woh gaya toh tha, lekin uske jaane ka style bhi… kuch aur hi tha.
Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar khula, chest tight fit mein ubhar raha tha. Walk mein ek attitude tha—jaise poori duniya ko ignore karke sirf apne rhythm mein jeeta ho.
Na smile, na dialogue. Sirf aankhon se sab bol diya.
Geeti ne aankh utha ke dekha… Cop apni car tak pahunch chuka tha.
Usne door khola, baithne se pehle ek baar aur mudh ke dekha—seedha Geeti ki taraf.
Us nazar mein possessiveness nahi thi… lekin raw attraction tha.
Koi flirt nahi, koi gesture nahi—sirf aankhon se bola: "Mujhe yaad rakhna."
Geeti ka dil ek second ke liye theher gaya.
Pehli baar kisi anjaan mard ne use is tareeke se dekha tha—
jaise woh ladki nahi, ek element ho… power, fire, control.
Usne aankh milayi… aur fir woh car mein baith gaya.
Engine ghooma… aur bina brake ya extra glance ke woh chala gaya.
Par Geeti ka mann… wahi ruka reh gaya.
Soham kuch bol raha tha bags ke baare mein, lekin Geeti ne sirf ek halki “hmm” kiya.
Uska dimaag ussi aankhon mein atka hua tha.
“Yeh kaun tha?” usne andar hi andar socha.
“Aur kyun... uske ek nazar ne mujhe hilaa diya?”
MD, Raghavan, Aditya, Vikram, Arjun… sabne usse chaha tha.
Par yeh cop… usne chaha nahi. Sirf dekha. Aur woh dekhna hi kaafi tha.
Geeti ne dheere se apne lips pe zabaan pheri… ek ajeeb si heat feel ki.
Thailand ki trip ab aur zyada complicated hone wali thi—kyunki Geeti ke dimaag mein ek aur mard ki jhalak ghus chuki thi.



Inspector Deva car mein baitha chuka tha, lekin uska mann mall ke entrance pe khadi ek aurat mein hi atka hua tha—Geeti.
Woh sirf ek pretty face nahi thi… uske andar kuch tha jo Deva jaise rough, street-smart officer ka bhi dhyan kheench gaya tha.
Saree mein wrapped seduction. Mangalsutra ke saath sanskaar. Eyes mein grace. Smile mein power.
“Itni graceful aur seductive ek saath… aur pati ke saath aayi hai. Par uske body language mein kuch aur tha…”
Deva ne apne steering wheel pe ungliyon se tap karte hue apne aap se kaha,
“Yeh ladki alag hai… seductive bhi hai, aur kisi aur level pe pure bhi. Pati ke saath hone ke bawajood… aankhon mein ek kahaani chhupi hai.”
Woh ladkiyaan toh dekhi thi jisne flirt kiya, jinki aankhon mein hook-up likha hota tha.
Par Geeti—woh flirt nahi kar rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein direct nazar thi… jaise challenge de rahi ho, lekin silently.
Aisi aurat chhoone layak nahi, jeene layak lagti thi.
Deva ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si ghumti thi—“Ye ladki... kisi aur ke saath kyun hai?”
Woh ye question nahi pooch raha tha out of lust… balki curiosity. A deep one.
Tabhi usne hawaldar Rane ko bulaya, jo pichhe wali bike pe tha.
“Rane,” usne dry tone mein bola.
“Thode der baad mall ke andar jaana. Us couple ke baare mein info nikaal. Woh ladki green satin saree mein thi… pati ke saath thi. Mujhe unka naam, gaadi ka number, aur kaha rehte hain—sab chahiye.”
Rane ne surprise hoke bola, “Sir, koi case hai kya?”
Deva ne side mein dekha, sunglasses utare, aur slow smile diya.
“Nahi… filhal koi case nahi. Par ho sakta hai… future mein ho.”
Usne ignition ghuma diya. Gaadi raw engine ke saath move ki.
Par jaise hi rearview mirror mein Geeti ka reflection gayab hua, Deva ne socha—
“Ek baar aur dekhna hai usse. Jaanna hai… kyun uski ek nazar se mera control hil gaya.”
Aur gaadi mud gayi… seedha thane ki taraf, lekin dil Geeti ke aaspaas hi bhatakta raha.





Shaam ko, jab Inspector Deva apne office se nikal kar direct ek residential society ke saamne rukha, uska mann calm tha, lekin aankhon mein wohi intensity.
Rane ne saari details de di thi—Soham aur Geeti, flat number, gaadi ka number, even their recent shopping bill ka breakdown.
Deva ne building ke lobby mein enter kiya, lift se third floor gaya, aur door ke samne khade hoke knock kiya—do baar, firm tap.
Darwaza khola Amruta ne.
Ek young, attractive woman. Usne Deva ko dekha, thoda hesitant expression ke saath pucha,
“Kaun chahiye?”
Deva ne apna ID card dikhaya, calm voice mein bola, “Main Inspector Deva. Soham aur Geeti se kuch zaroori baat karni thi.”
Amruta ne seedha awaaz lagayi,
“Didi… Soham… ek security officer officer aaya hai, aap dono ko bula raha hai.”
Thodi der mein Soham drawing room tak aaya, t-shirt aur track pants mein—casual, lekin thoda alert.
“Sir, aap yahan? Please, andar aaiye.”
Deva ne sir hila ke andar kadam rakha, ghar simple lekin neat tha—ghar ki warmth mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Woh ek corner sofa pe baith gaya, poora environment calmly scan karta raha.
Soham ne pucha, “Kya kaam tha, sir?”
Deva ne neutral expression ke saath bola,
“Kuch khaas nahi. Jo chor ko maine aaj pakda tha, uske case mein bas aapka ek short statement chahiye. Confirm karna tha ki phone chori aapke saath hua tha. FIR mein formality hai.”
“Haan ji, bilkul,” Soham ne turant kaha. “Main likh ke de dunga.”
Tabhi kitchen se Geeti nikalti hai.
Aur Deva ka dil… ek baar phir hil gaya.
Geeti ghar ke casual kapdon mein thi—ek soft cotton sleeveless kurti, niche pyjama.
Simple, ghar ke outfit. Lekin uski twacha ka natural glow, uski neckline ka curve, aur bare shoulders ne Deva ka pura dhyan khinch liya.
Uske baal loosely bandh rahe the, lekin usne Deva ko dekhte hi ek haath se baal piche kiye…
Aur bas… usi movement mein uski smooth armpits ki halki jhalak dikh gayi.
Soft, clean… subtly seductive.
Deva ne aankhen control karne ki koshish ki, lekin uske mooh se halki si narm awaaz nikal gayi—“Uff...”
Na zyada loud, na obvious… sirf ek suppressed reaction.
Geeti ne use directly aankhon mein dekha, aur ek soft, respectful smile di—bilkul sanskari pativrata biwi wali.
But Deva jaanta tha—yeh smile ke andar kuch aur tha. Challenge, control, aur ek spark jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya.
“Statement dekar chala jaunga…” Deva ne socha.
“Par yeh ladki… mere dimaag se jaane wali nahi hai.”






It had been two days since Deva visited Geeti and Soham’s home.
But woh do minute, woh ek smile, aur woh sleeveless kurti ke neeche dikhte uske nange shoulders aur armpits—woh Deva ke dimaag se jaa nahi rahe the.
He’d seen countless women—bold, broken, brazen—but Geeti mein kuch alag tha.
She was temptation wrapped in simplicity.
Woh full force mein try kar raha tha apne kaam pe focus karne ka, but Geeti ka image baar baar uske dimaag ke kone mein flash hota.
Uske eyes… wo softness ke saath ek chhupi hui chaal bhi rakhti thi.
“Kya yeh sirf attraction hai? Ya kuch aur?” Deva ne apne cabin mein baithke socha.
Phir usne phone uthaya… aur Rane ko bula liya.

Geeti balcony mein khadi thi, coffee ka cup haath mein. Soham andar call pe busy tha.
She was wearing a soft floral cotton night suit, hair open, and a calm smile playing on her lips.
Tabhi bell baji.
Door open karte hi Amruta ek second ke liye frozen reh gayi.
Wahi same security officer officer, Inspector Deva.
Black shirt, same intense eyes, par aaj uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa softness tha.
“Namaste,” Deva ne short smile ke saath kaha. “Main andar aa sakta hoon?”
Is baar Geeti ne khud approach kiya.
“Zaroor, sir. Aaiye.”
Uska voice calm tha, lekin andar se woh bhi feel kar rahi thi kuch… alag.
Soham bhi aaya, dekh ke slightly surprised hua. “Sir, sab theek hai?”
Deva ne baitak mein baithte hue bola,
“Ek update dena tha… woh chor jiska statement liya tha, usne pehle bhi aise hi 3 jagah chori ki thi. Aap dono ki statement kaafi help karegi court mein.”
Geeti ne side mein sofa par baithte hue ek subtle glance diya.
Aaj usne kurtis ke bajaye ek deep blue cotton nightwear pehna tha—modest, par perfectly fitted.
Uska neckline slightly loose tha, aur jab usne baal adjust kiye… wohi jhalak… wohi softness.
Deva ne aankhon mein control laane ki koshish ki, par nazar phisal hi gayi.
Phir, ek second mein Geeti ne aankhon mein aankhon daali—seedha, silent, **jaise keh rahi ho: “Main jaanti ho


Deva ne statement form nikaala, pen uthaya, lekin uska dhyaan kaagaz pe nahi, Geeti par tha.
Woh ab kitchen se nikal kar table ke paas aayi thi, paani ka glass lekar.
Simple cotton kurti, loose pajamas, aur ek calm elegance jo kisi bhi fashionable makeup se zyada powerful thi.
“Sir, paani lijiye,” usne bola, voice mein softness thi, lekin aankhon mein ek teekha sparkle.
Deva ne glass liya.
Uska haath Geeti ke haath se chhua... bas ek second ke liye.
Lekin woh ek second... lambe waqt tak uske andar echo karta raha.
“Aap log kaafi samajhdaar couple lagte ho,” Deva ne casually kaha, “lekin pata nahi kyun, aapke ghar mein kuch... alag energy hai.”
Soham ne muskurate hue bola, “Hum thoda unconventional hain, sir.”
“Ek dusre ko samajhne ki koshish karte hain… zyada bandh ke nahi rakhte.”
Geeti ne woh line suni… aur Deva ki taraf aankhon se dekha.
Aankhon mein directness thi. Challenge nahi… lekin invitation to curiosity.
Deva ne pen table par rakha. Woh jaane ko tha... par pair ruka rahe.
“Kya main thodi der baith sakta hoon?” usne pucha, voice calm but loaded.
Soham thoda hairaan hua, lekin haan mein sir hila diya, “Of course, sir. Chai laaun?”
Deva ne Geeti ki taraf dekha.
“Agar aap banayein toh…”
Geeti ke honthon pe ek teasing si smile aayi.
“Thik hai, sir. Par chai strong milegi… main thoda kadak banati hoon.”
Deva ne aankhon se jawab diya, “Mujhe strong hi pasand hai.”
Kitchen mein jaake Geeti thoda muskurayi. Woh jaanti thi—yeh sirf chai nahi, ek rishta banne ki shuruaat thi.
Living room mein Deva chhup-chhup kar uski movements observe kar raha tha. Uska back, uski bare arms, jab woh jug uthakar stove pe rakhti thi, jab uske baal ka ek strand uske cheek pe girta tha aur woh usse piche karti thi... har moment Deva ko ek trance mein daal raha tha.
Woh security officerwala tha—hundreds of cases, dozens of affairs.
Lekin Geeti… yeh pehli thi jo uske andar silence create kar rahi thi.
Chai aayi. Conversation chalu hua. Politics se leke society tak, aur phir thoda personal. Soham active tha, lekin Deva ke har jawab ke baad, uski nazar Geeti par hi rehti thi—jaise uske reaction padhta ho.
45 minutes baad, jab finally woh uthne laga, usne door tak jaake ruk ke kaha:
“Waise… main Geeti ji ke haath ki chai kaafi din yaad rakhunga.”
Geeti ne slow smile diya, “Aap jaise log bhoolte nahi... sirf observe karte hain.”
Deva ne pehli baar openly uski taraf dekha—bina blink kiye.
“Aur aap jaise log sirf dikhaate nahi… chhupake bhi kaafi kuch keh jaate hain.”
Woh chala gaya.
Lekin woh waqt… woh baat-cheet… woh gaze…
Teeno ke beech ek invisible thread chhod gaya tha.

Soham ne door band kiya, thoda time chhup raha, phir Geeti ki taraf mudh gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ajeeb si excitement thi.
“Toh…” he said slowly, “kya feel kiya? Jab woh andar tha… tumhe dekh raha tha… woh look?”
Geeti sofa pe baith gayi, uske haath mein abhi bhi chai ka cup tha—lekin ab woh sirf uske honthon ke paas tha, lips tak nahi gaya.
Uski aankhon mein ek sharam bhari si smile thi.
“Alag laga.” Geeti finally said.
“Woh… woh sirf dekh nahi raha tha. Woh scan kar raha tha. Jaise har movement absorb kar raha ho… bina kuch bole.”
Soham aake uske saamne baith gaya, dono aankhon se aankhon mein.
“Aur tumhe? Kya feel hua?”
Geeti thoda hesitant lagi… lekin phir usne confess kiya.
“Uski aankhon mein ek raw man power thi… full silence mein bhi possessiveness thi. Mujhe aisa laga—jaise main kisi cheez ka part nahi, balki poori cheez hoon jisey woh paana chahta hai.”
Soham ke lips pe ek crooked smile aaya… aur uska breathing thoda heavy ho gaya.
“Tumhe woh chahiye?”
Geeti ne aankh milake seedha kaha,
“Main chahti hoon… woh mujhe chaahe.”
“Aur main yeh game control mein rakhna chahti hoon… lekin honestly, jab usne mujhe dekha tha…”
“…main andar se pura heat feel kar rahi thi.”
Soham ab already turned on tha.
Uska naya phone ek side tha, par uska focus sirf Geeti ke shabdon pe tha.
“Geeti…” usne dheere se kaha, “main ek cheez kehna chahta hoon… jo kabhi kisi se nahi kaha.”
Geeti curious ho gayi, “Kya?”
Soham leaned in closer, his voice now low and loaded with hunger.
“I want to see him… when he fucks you.”
Geeti shock mein uski taraf dekhi.
Kuch seconds ke liye silence chhaya raha.
Phir uske honthon pe ek teasing smile aayi.
“Tum dekh paoge? Jab woh meri saree hataayega… jab main uske neeche rahungi… jab uski aankhon mein woh intensity wapas dikhegi…”
Soham ne uske pair pakad liye, “Main sirf dekhna nahi chahta… main tum dono ko feel karna chahta hoon.”
“Tumhare expressions, uska power… aur tum dono ke beech jo tension hai, uska climax.”
Geeti ne uska face apne haathon mein liya… aur whisper kiya,
“Toh tayyar ho jao… Deva ke game mein main jaa rahi hoon. Lekin script ab bhi mere paas hai.”




Geeti aaj apne routine mein thi—market jaane nikli thi ek light kurti aur palazzo mein, bina kisi special tayyari ke. No lipstick, no dramatic dbang. Just a simple bun, jhumkas, and a sling bag.
Lekin simplicity mein bhi uski ada chhupi thi.
Woh ek supermarket ke parking mein apni scooty park kar rahi thi, jab ek kaali Scorpio uske paas rukhi. She didn't pay much attention.
Tabhi window neeche hua… aur andar baitha tha—Inspector Deva.
Geeti ke steps ruk gaye. Aankhen thodi si fail gayi.
“Madam market bhi aati hain?” Deva ne tease kiya, voice mein usual calm sarcasm.
“Main toh sochta tha aap sirf royal entry leti hain…”
Geeti ne smile kiya, “Sir, mujhe groceries bhi chahiye hoti hain. Warna ‘aap jaisa khaas mehmaan’ aayega toh chai ke saath kya serve karungi?”
Deva ki aankhon mein wo hi spark laut aaya.
“Phir toh main baar baar aata rahoon... taaki har baar naye serve ka taste mile.”
Chhoti si teasing silence hui.
Geeti ne scooter ka stand lagaya, aur casual tone mein bola,
“Akele ho, sir?”
“Hamesha.” Deva ne seedha jawab diya.
“Companions mere liye distractions ban jaate hain. Par…”
He looked straight into her eyes.
“Kuch distractions… worth it hote hain.”
Geeti ne aankh milayi, bina blink kiye.
Uska dil dhadak raha tha, par uska chehra shant tha.
“Aaj aapko dekhke lag raha hai… aap mujhe jaan bujh ke mila hai.”
Deva: “Main toh keh raha tha… shayad aap mujhe attract kar rahi ho. Subconsciously.”
Geeti ne thoda paas aake kaha, “Sir, main married hoon.”
Deva leaned slightly forward from the driver’s seat.
“Aur main emotionally unavailable. Dono perfect mismatch hain. Tabhi toh yeh chemistry itni khatarnaak hai.”
Geeti ne palat ke andar market ki taraf jaane ka signal diya, “Main andar ja rahi hoon…”
Deva ne kaha, “Main yahin hoon. Jab tak tum ho, dekhne ke liye reason bhi hai.”
Geeti andar chali gayi, lekin har shelf pe usse lag raha tha… woh dekha jaa raha hai.
Woh aankhon ka pressure… woh silent chase… woh hawaa jo suddenly thodi garam lagne lagi thi.
Jab woh billing pe aayi, tabhi usne dekha—Deva bhi andar aa chuka tha. Bas ek chocolate bar aur energy drink leke, line mein uske peeche.
“Sweet ke baad thoda bitter chahiye hota hai.”
Usne whisper kiya.
Geeti ne slow turn kiya, aur bola—
“Careful rahiye, sir… zyada meetha blood sugar badha deta hai.”
Deva ne smirk kiya,
“Aur zyada kadak... dil.”






Geeti mall se nikalte waqt chhoti si smile ke saath Deva ko side glance deke chali gayi.
Deva ne chocolate aur drink ka bill kiya, aur seedha apni gaadi ki taraf.
Tabhi… badal garajne lage.
Tez hawa, halki drops… aur phir achanak Mumbai-style baarish.
Geeti apni scooty tak bhaagti hai, lekin baarish itni tez thi ki uska cotton kurta turant chipak gaya uske body se.
Usne scooty ka cover khola, par ignition se pehle usne dekha—pure kapdon se uska bra shape ubhar aaya tha, wet fabric se.
Tabhi uske peeche ek horn baja.
She turned.
Black Scorpio. Deva inside.
Window neeche aaya, aur bina kuch bole usne side door unlock kiya.
Sirf ek sentence:
“Scooty chhodo. Aaj tum sirf insaan ho, waterproof nahi.”
Geeti ne ek second socha… phir chali gayi uski car ke paas.
She got in. Entirely drenched. Hair wet, lips trembling—not from cold, but something else.
Car ke andar ek thick silence tha.
Deva uske wet look ko side mein dekh raha tha, magar bina ghoore.
Bas ek gehri si nazar thi—control mein, lekin andar se hil chuki thi.
“Kaha chhod doon?” usne poocha, voice thodi rough thi.
“Bas... thodi der drive kar lo,” Geeti ne jawab diya, apne wet baal pe haath phirte hue.
Us movement mein uska armpit ek baar phir se visible hua. Clean. Soft. Wet.
Deva ne aankhon se sidha road dekha, par uska grip steering pe tight ho gaya.
“Tum jaanti ho na… jo ho raha hai… woh casual nahi hai?” Deva ne poocha.
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, “Main sab jaanti hoon. Bas... dekh rahi hoon, tum kitna control kar sakte ho.”
Deva ne brake lightly dabaya. Car ek side lane mein ghuma di.
Ab baarish bahar thodi dheemi ho gayi thi.
Andar… dono ka heartbeat tez.
Deva leaned a little closer.
“Tumhara pati kya jaanta hai?”
Geeti ne whispered, “Woh sab jaanta hai. Aur woh dekhna chahta hai—kab mera control tootega.”
Deva ab uske lips ke kaafi close tha…
But still… he held back.
“Mujhe laga main strong hoon. Tumne meri soch badal di.”
Geeti smiled slowly.
“Mujhe na toh fasaana hai… na fasna. Mujhe sirf dekhna hai—tum kaise bikhrote ho.”

Car ek chhoti si sunaan galli mein ruki thi.

Baarish ab windshield pe halki tapping kar rahi thi—lekin andar… ek alag baarish chal rahi thi.
Geeti ki breathing slightly uneven thi, uska kurta ab thoda sukha ho raha tha car ki warm air se, lekin body ka curve us wet fabric ke through ab bhi Deva ke samne ek open secret tha.
Deva ne steering se haath hata liya.
Usne side glance diya—aur woh nazar simple nahi thi.
Woh nazar woh thi jisme ek security officer officer, ek mard aur ek junooni insaan saath zinda the.
“Tum dangerous ho, Geeti,” usne finally kaha, voice low, rough and magnetic.
“Tum mujhe woh feel karwa rahe ho… jo maine kabhi nahi chaha tha.”
Geeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha.
“Toh mat feel karo.”
Deva leaned closer.
“Kar raha hoon. Control nahi hai.”
Geeti ki aankhon mein game chal raha tha—lekin dil thoda fast dhadak raha tha.
She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull back.
Instead… usne apni cheek uski taraf thoda angle pe kar di—jaise keh rahi ho, agar kuch karna hai… toh abhi.
Unka distance ab sirf ek sans ka tha.
Deva ke haath ne armrest pe pressure daala. Uska face Geeti ke paas… itna paas ki dono ke saans ek doosre ke cheek pe feel ho rahi thi.
Phir Geeti ne dheere se bola,
“You want to touch me, don’t you?”
Deva ne aankhon mein aankhon daal ke kaha—“Main tumhare andar ghus jaana chahta hoon. Tumhaari aankhon se. Tumhare silence mein. Tumhare har movement mein.”
Geeti ka gala thoda dry ho gaya tha.
But she smiled… not a lustful smile… ek victorious, confident smile.
“Aur agar main chahoon… ki tum sirf dekhte raho?”
Deva thoda sa laugh kiya—bitter, helpless.
“Phir main dekhunga. Jab tak jal nahi jaata.”
Phir ek long pause hua.
Don’t-touch-me energy, mixed with please-touch-me heat.
Geeti ne aankhon se uska face scan kiya—ek mard jo bahar se tough tha, lekin ab uske samne vulnerable tha.
Tabhi… Geeti ne apni finger se Deva ke cheek ke paas ek boond baarish ki wipe ki.
Bas ek touch. Soft. Warm. Quiet.
“Chalo sir, ghar chhodiye. Warna aaj kuch toot jaayega.”
Deva ne car start ki.
No more words.
Par jo unki aankhon mein tha… woh sex se bhi zyada intense tha.
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Deva aaj raat ghar pe akela tha. Whisky ka glass haath mein, aur dimaag sirf ek cheez — ya keh lo ek aurat — ke chakkar mein uljha hua tha. Geeti.
“Yeh ladki...” usne khud se kaha, ek halki si muskaan ke saath. "Pehli baar koi itni sassy mili hai jo meri aankhon mein aankhon daal ke baat karti hai... aur tease bhi karti hai."
Uske chehre pe kuch aur bhi tha — ek chingari, ek paagalpan — jo Deva ko uske taraf khinch raha tha. Yeh attraction nahi, yeh toh obsession ban raha tha.
Usne ek aur sip liya whisky ka. Geeti ki woh aankhein yaad aayi — bold, mischievous, jaise har baat keh rahi ho: "Main sab samajhti hoon, Deva. Par kya tu samajhta hai?"
"Geeti bhi mujhe chahti hai," Deva ne socha. "Uske nazar mein woh jhalak thi... woh kashish... par uska pati? Woh kya andha hai? Usne meri nazar dekhi thi us par. Fir bhi ek reaction nahi? Kuch toh gadbad hai."
Woh pal baar-baar uske dimaag mein flash ho raha tha — jab Geeti uske paas se guzri thi, halki si smile ke saath, aur uske husband ne sirf casually dekha, jaise kuch tha hi nahi. Jaise... jaise unka rishta sirf dikhawa ho?
Deva ne aankhon mein thoda aur whisky daala. “Kya main sirf overthink kar raha hoon... ya isme kuch sach mein fishy hai?”
Uska mann keh raha tha: yeh khel sirf ek taraf se nahi ho raha. Geeti bhi game khel rahi hai. Aur main... main us game ka hero nahi villain ban jaaun, yeh soch ke darr lagta hai.
Par fir bhi, us raat ek faisla hua — Deva chahe kuch bhi kare, Geeti uske zehen se jaane wali nahi thi. Aur sach toh yeh tha... usse jaana bhi nahi chahta tha.

Geeti apne bedroom mein thi, Soham ke saath — ek lazy evening, TV background mein chal raha tha, but uski attention kahin aur thi.
She looked at Soham, smiled lightly, and said, “Soham... mujhe lagta hai Deva paagal ho raha hai mere liye.”
Soham turned his head, slightly amused, “Kya? Tum serious ho?”
Geeti thoda sharmai, par uski aankhon mein excitement chhupi nahi thi. “I know I never said it... but I felt it. Jab bhi woh mujhe dekhta hai na, aisa lagta hai jaise meri har layer dekh raha ho — not just kapdon ke neeche, but andar tak.”
Soham raised an eyebrow, “Toh... tu chaahti hai woh aaye?”
Geeti ki smile badhti gayi, aise jaise usne khud ko pehli baar itna alive mehsoos kiya ho. “Main chahti hoon ki woh aaye... par yeh sirf ek game nahi hai, Soham. Mujhe usme kuch aur feel hota hai — ek aag, ek passion... jo maine kisi mein nahi dekha, na tum mein... na kisi aur mein.”
She paused, then added, “Main toh hotwife ban chuki hoon kaafi time se. Bahut saare partners aaye aur gaye. But Deva... usmein kuch alag hai. Woh mere andar ki Geeti ko jaagata hai... the one even I forgot existed.”
Soham looked at her — not with jealousy, but curiosity. “Love?”
Geeti shook her head slowly, eyes dark with desire. “Nahi... love nahi. Yeh kuch aur hai. Attraction? Khaas type ka obsession? Ek junoon? I don’t know. But I want it. Mujhe woh chahiye.”
Bahar se koi bike ki awaaz aayi, zor se brakes lage. Geeti ka dil ek pal ko ruk gaya.
She whispered, “Shayad woh aa gaya…”




Evening ka time tha. Andhera hone ko tha, but Geeti ke andar ek aur hi light jal chuki thi — Deva wali.
Doorbell bajne se pehle hi usne dekh liya tha — balcony mein khadi thi, coffee ka mug haath mein, aur aankhon mein woh spark jo sirf Deva ke liye tha. Neeche dekhte hi usne pakad liya scene — Inspector Deva building ke lift section mein enter kar raha tha. Bahana wahi purana — thief case ke report pe sign lena.
Geeti ne halki si smile di, andar aayi, Soham ko bola, "Woh aa gaya... ab ready ho ja."
Soham ne aankhon se uska scan liya — Geeti already ready thi. Usne apne kurti ka top button khol diya tha, cleavage thoda aur deep lag raha tha. Beech mein uska mangalsutra rest kar raha tha — bold, black, beautiful — jaise uski wifey vibes pe ek dark twist ho.
Baalo ko usne ek sexy bun mein tie kiya, but intentionally kuch curls chhod diye — jaise har strand keh raha ho: "Main teri hoon, par tu jeet ke dikha."
Soham bas baitha tha, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si curiosity aur excitement. Uske mann mein bas ek thought ghoom raha tha — Geeti itni excited hai... kya sach mein aaj woh fucked hone wali hai? Raw? No limits?
Doorbell baji.
Geeti ne ek deep saans liya, thoda perfume apne collarbone pe spray kiya, aur jaise koi queen apne courtroom ja rahi ho — waise nikal gayi darwaza kholne.
Deva uske saamne khada tha — eyes scanning her slowly. Jaise ek sip le raha ho us look ka, us vibe ka, us invitation ka.
Aur Geeti? She didn’t say a word.
Uski aankhon ne bola: "Report sign toh ho jayegi, Deva. Lekin aaj kuch aur likhne ka mood hai."

Soham sofa pe baitha tha — lekin uska body wahan tha, dimaag kahin aur. Uski aankhon ke saamne woh scene play ho raha tha jo sirf fantasies mein hota tha.
Geeti.
Uski biwi. Uska obsession. Aur ab kisi aur ke liye itni ready — itni alive.
Jab usne button khola, Soham ka throat dry ho gaya. Jab uska mangalsutra uske cleavage mein settle hua — itna perfectly — ek ajeeb sa thrill body mein daud gaya. Jaise ek unofficial signal tha… “Haan, main shaadi-shuda hoon. But dekh le, aaj shaadi ki boundaries dissolve ho rahi hain.”
And then... the curls. Usne jo way se baal bandh ke kuch strands chhode... Soham samajh gaya — Geeti game kheli nahi rahi, woh game ban chuki hai.
Doorbell baji.
Soham ka heart ek second ko ruka.
Geeti ne darwaza khola, aur Deva andar aaya. Uniform mein, but eyes full of hunger. Not the casual type — the kind that undresses you without even blinking.
Geeti ne ek subtle si look di Deva ko. Lipstick ki red gloss ab aur bhi bold lag rahi thi. Uska body language — it was not innocent. It screamed, “Come closer.”
Soham bas dekh raha tha.
Uski aankhon ke saamne Geeti kisi aur ke liye bloom kar rahi thi. Pehli baar usne realise kiya — yeh sirf lust nahi hai... yeh power play hai. Control ka nasha hai. Geeti ab meri nahi rahi, but mujhe iss moment mein use khona bhi sexy lag raha hai.
Usne khud ko sofa mein aur relax kiya, ek glass water uthaya, aur socha —
"Toh yeh hai woh moment... jab meri biwi kisi aur ke liye khulti hai... aur main sirf witness hoon. Not jealous. Not angry. Bas... turned the fuck on."



Deva ne darwaza cross kiya toh saari hawa ka direction badal gaya.
Woh us usual confident swag ke saath aaya tha, lekin jaise hi uski nazar Geeti pe padhi — uski aankhon ka sparkle thoda aur dangerous ho gaya. That kurti. That half-open neckline. Us curve ka woh angle jo bas imagination ko ignite kar raha tha.
Geeti ne aankhon se hi “Welcome” keh diya.
“Hi, Soham,” Deva ne casual tone mein bola, jaise kuch bhi off nahi ho raha ho. But andar se... banda already hard ho raha tha.
“Hey, Inspector saab,” Soham ne smile ke saath bola, “Aap woh theft case ki report sign karwane aaye ho na?”
“Haan... bas chhoti si formality,” Deva ne kaha, but uski aankhen form se zyada Geeti ki form dekh rahi thi.
Soham ne Geeti ki taraf dekha, “Yaar coffee bana do na... Inspector saab ko thoda refresh kar do.”
“Of course,” Geeti ne bola — ek aisi smile ke saath jo sugar se zyada caffeine pump kar de.
Woh kitchen mein gayi, lekin jaise har step deliberately slow tha. Jaise har move ek trailer ho — movie toh baad mein shuru hogi.
Deva sofa pe baitha, lekin uski aankhen baar-baar kitchen ki taraf ja rahi thi. Jab Geeti coffee lekar aayi, Deva ne uska haath thoda zyada closely notice kiya. Usne jaise hi tray table pe rakhi, uski kurti ka neckline aur niche ho gaya. Accident? Naaah... design.
“Waise,” Deva ne bola, “aapki coffee se zyada strong toh aapka presence lag raha hai.”
Geeti ne aankhon se usse shoot kiya — playful glare — “Toh aapko coffee chahiye ya compliment?”
“Dono,” Deva ne bina blink kiye bola.
Geeti laugh karte hue baithi, usne apne baal loose kiye aur tie karne lagi. Us moment mein jaise time slow ho gaya. Her arm lifted, curls back, and bam — uske armpits ka woh slight glimpse — soft, shaved, scented — Deva ki sanity test ho rahi thi.
Soham ne notice kiya. Of course he did. Aur uski aankhon mein woh hi spark tha — possessive nahi, pervertedly proud.
Deva ne ek sip liya coffee ka. “Kaafi smooth hai... jaise tumhara style.”
Geeti ne aankhon mein fire leke kaha, “Smooth toh main hoon, coffee toh kadvi bhi ho sakti hai kabhi-kabhi.”
Deva leaned in thoda — bas itna ki Geeti ka perfume uski saanson mein ghul gaya. “Main kadvi cheezon se darte nahi... in fact, mujhe unhi ka maza zyada aata hai.”
Woh moment... itna charged tha ki agar coffee gir jaati, toh shayad woh bhi steam mein convert ho jaati.
Aur Soham? Bas baitha tha. Dekh raha tha. Live show. No pause. No skip.





Deva ne coffee ka last sip liya. Cup khaali, lekin uski aankhen abhi bhi full tha — full of need, heat, Geeti.
Geeti aayi, cup uthane ke liye jhuki — casually, jaise normal baat ho.
But it wasn’t normal.
Her neckline dipped deep. Kurti ka fabric thoda stretch hua, aur Deva ko woh view mila jo kisi dream se kam nahi tha — soft, full, teasing. Mangalsutra ab aur niche slide kar gaya tha, resting like a bold underline on her curves.
Deva ka throat dry ho gaya. Usne aankhen control karni chahi, but they betrayed him. Unhone clearly kaha: “Main tujhe poora dekh raha hoon. Har angle se.”
Tabhi Soham ka laptop loud chhime ki tarah baj utha.
Soham ne screen dekhi, “Shit, office call. Mujhe jaana hoga, thodi der lag sakti hai.”
Geeti seedhi hui, ek slight glance Deva ko diya, jaise keh rahi ho — “Ready ho?”
Soham uth gaya, laptop leke ander chala gaya. Jaane se pehle ek baar Geeti ko dekha — aankhon mein understanding thi. Jaise keh raha ho: "Main jaa raha hoon... lekin mujhe pata hai ki yahan kya hone wala hai."
Darwaza band.
Room mein sirf do saansein bachi — Deva ki... aur Geeti ki.
Deva ab openly stare kar raha tha. Uski aankhon mein woh raw hunger tha jo tame nahi hota — jungle ka sher, hunt pe nikla hua.
Geeti ne apni aankhen thodi soft ki, body thodi curve mein tilt ki — jaise invitation ho... ya shayad challenge?
Uski aankhon mein likha tha: "Jungli billi toh hoon... lekin pakad ke dikha, sher babu."
Deva slowly stood up, ek step aage. Room ka temperature ab physical nahi raha — yeh chemistry thi. Yeh junoon tha.
Next moment... just a breath away.

Geeti cup lekar kitchen mein gayi — chal toh rahi thi casually, but har step jaise deliberately slow tha. Cup sink mein rakha, aur usse dhone lagi. Pani ki awaz, thoda foam, thoda glass ki clink... lekin asli awaaz thi us chemistry ki jo room ke andar silently scream kar rahi thi.
Deva ab bhi sofa pe tha. But uske andar ka insaan — the hunter — seat se uthne ko tadap raha tha.
He thought, “Yeh moment dobara nahi aayega. Ya toh ab... ya kabhi nahi.”
Usne dheere se khud ko uthaya, body still calm but eyes on fire.
“Nice house...” usne bola, jaise small talk ho raha ho. “Waise, kitchen mein kaafi heat lag rahi hai.”
Geeti ne sirf halki si smile di. Aankhon mein woh sheen tha jo sirf permission deta hai — invitation nahi, permission. Difference subtle hai, lekin dangerous.
Deva ne ek step aur liya. Ab woh bilkul paas tha. Uske words slow ho gaye, voice low, “Main sirf paani lene aaya tha... lekin mujhe lagta hai mujhe kuch aur milne wala hai.”
Geeti ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas haath se paani ka tap band kiya.
Aur Deva ne peeche se usse gently hug kiya. Not forceful, not desperate — intentional.
Geeti ki body thodi stiff hui... lekin koi resistance nahi tha.
Uske hair se soft lavender perfume ka whiff aaya — Deva ne aankhen band ki, aur uski gardan pe ek slow, deep kiss kiya. Skin soft thi, warm... inviting.
Geeti ne react nahi kiya — lekin woh still nahi thi. Uski breathing thodi uneven thi. Usne feel kiya Deva ki hardness, jo ab subtle nahi rahi.
Aur tab... usne apni neck thodi aur tilt ki. Na kehna nahi tha — kehne ki zarurat hi nahi thi.
Room mein silence tha, lekin unki bodies ab baat kar rahi thi.





Geeti ki saansein tez thi. Deva ka touch ab uski skin se andar jaa chuka tha. Aur phir... usne dheere se mud kar Deva ki aankhon mein dekha — deep, wild, full of tension.
Deva ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas uski aankhon ne bola: "Tu meri hai, abhi, isi waqt."
Aur next second — BOOM — unka kiss start hua.
Not soft. Not shy. Pure fire.
Geeti ne pehli baar aisa kiss feel kiya — intense, desperate, but sexy as hell. Unki zubaanon ka dance ho raha tha, lips biting each other, like they were trying to taste every second of this forbidden high.
Geeti ne moan kiya, thoda deep — woh sound jo control ke baahar nikalta hai.
Deva ne use tight pakda, aur lift karke kitchen counter pe bitha diya jaise woh uski trophy ho — powerful, precious, and purely his.
Uska haath Geeti ke kamar ko pakad ke kheench raha tha, lips kabhi uske lower lip ko bite kar rahe the, kabhi uski zubaan se deep taste le rahe the. Woh kiss nahi tha — woh possession tha.
Bartan gir gaye — plates, spoon, ek glass bhi roll karke floor pe aa gaya.
Aur doosri taraf, bedroom mein...
Soham ne yeh sab suna. Kitchen se aati halke moan, bartan ke crash, aur woh faint lip-smack sounds.
Uske lips pe smile aa gayi.
“I knew it… shuru ho gaya.”
Usne laptop mute kiya. Backrest pe lean kiya. And under his breath, he whispered —
“Aag toh maine hi lagayi thi.”


Deva ke haath ab Geeti ke waist se upar slide ho rahe the, jaise har curve ko yaad karna chahte ho. Unka sans lena bhi heavy ho gaya tha. Geeti ke kurti ke buttons pehle hi khul chuke the, aur unka deep cleavage Deva ki aankhon mein doob gaya tha. Usne dheere se unke outer boobs ko bite kiya—soft yet hungry.
Geeti ne ab Deva ki shirt ke buttons khol diye the, unke haath uski chhaati ko explore karte ja rahe the jaise ek bhatka hua raahi apne ghar pahunch gaya ho.
Kuch seconds ke liye dono ne sirf ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekha—woh stare, itna intense tha ki waqt ruk gaya. Kiss ke baad ki woh khalipan... woh yearning... usne sab kuch bhula diya. Haan, including Soham, jo ghar ke kisi kone mein hoga.
Deva ne turant Geeti ko apni baahon mein uthaya aur sofa pe rakh diya—zid aur junoon se bhara kiss uske hothon pe chhod diya. Har liplock deeper, wetter, hotter. Geeti ne hansi se apna top khud nikaala.
Underneath, ek silky purple bra—thoda push-up type—jo aur bhi tempting bana raha tha unke curves ko. Deva ke haath ne uske straps kheech ke nikaale... aur bas, Geeti ab topless thi.
Unki boobs—perfectly round, full, tempting. Her nipples were dusky pink, soft se pehle... par jaise hi Deva ne unko apne lips se touch kiya, woh turant hard ho gaye. Tight, needy, like they were calling out to be kissed... sucked... worshipped.
Geeti ne Deva ka sir khinch ke apne boobs pe daba diya.
"Aah... Deva..." she moaned, her voice half-broken, half-begging.
"Mmm... Geeti," he groaned against her skin, tongue circling one nipple, sucking it deep while pressing the other boob in his warm palm.
Slurp. Slurp. "Mmmph..."
Wet sounds filled the room. Moans echoed off the walls.
Geeti ki kamar hil rahi thi, she was arching her back into him, nipples completely at his mercy.
"Tumne... mujhe pagal kar diya..." Deva murmured between kisses, biting lightly, sucking harder now.
Geeti ne apne nails uski peeth pe chalaa diye. "Toh... roko mat... aaj raat sirf meri hai tum..."







Deva ka haath, kisson aur mohon se bhatak kar, dheere se Geeti ke kamar ke neeche chala gaya. Uski panty ke upar se hi usne mehsoos kiya—geeli thi. Puri tarah. Usne aankhon mein aankhon daali, uss khamoshi mein sab keh diya jo lafzon mein kehna mushkil tha.
Geeti ne uska haath roka nahi. Naa nazar hatayi. Bas halki si trembling—ek silent invitation.
Deva ke andar kuch primal jaag gaya. Kisi aur ki biwi… uske liye itni wet. Aur uska pati? Sirf kuch feet door, study table pe office ke mails mein busy. That contrast—forbidden and fearless—Deva ko aur horny kar gaya.
Usne apni fingers uski panty ke andar daal di. Dheere se. Jaise kisi secret ko chhune jaa raha ho.
Geeti ki chut gunguni thi, soft, aur slippery. Usne jaise hi first touch diya, Geeti ka poora jism hil gaya—ek suppressed moan uske hothon se nikal gayi, “Devaa…”
He was slow, teasing… up-down, soft strokes, then a little circular motion. Her breathing got faster. Uski aankhon mein ab sharm nahi thi—sirf want.
Deva ne uski panty aur pant dono ek hi smooth motion mein utaar diye. Geeti ab uske saamne thi—completely naked, sirf ek mangalsutra uske collarbone se latak raha tha, aur uske boobs—bare, firm, breath-taking.
But Deva ka dhyaan ab uske neeche tha—uski chut, clean-shaved, pinkish, moist, with a warm, sweet aroma. Usne kabhi itni perfect jagah nahi dekhi thi. Kya jannat aisi dikhti hai?
“Tu toh meri jaan le legi,” Deva whispered, aur bina rukhe, he buried his face between her thighs.
Geeti ne apne mooh pe haath rakh liya to stop herself from screaming. But the moans? Still escaped—“Aah… Deva… ruk mat…”
Her fingers gripped the sofa. Her legs widened on their own. Deva’s tongue was working magic—licking, sucking, flicking. Slow… fast… pure madness.






Geeti ab sofa pe thi—bilkul nangi, sirf mangalsutra aur thodi si sharam uske upar. Uski legs khuli thi, aur beech mein uski clean, pink, wet chut—Deva ki aankhon ka nasha ban chuki thi.
Deva ne bina kuch bole uske thighs ko pakda aur apna chehra uske beech mein le gaya. Uski saans Geeti ki chut pe lagte hi, Geeti ne ek loud moan chhoda—“Ohhh fk… Devaaa…”**
Usne pehle ek long lick mara—from bottom to top. Fir tongue ko thoda round ghuma ke uska clit touch kiya. Geeti ka jism hil gaya.
"Aaaahhh… haan… wahan… wahan hi!" Geeti ke haath uske baalon mein ghus gaye, she was pulling him deeper.
Deva ab nonstop tha. Lick… suck… flick… Har second mein Geeti aur zyada wet hoti ja rahi thi. Uski chut ka taste warm, salty-sweet tha. Deva tongue se khehl raha tha jaise uska favourite dessert ho.
Geeti ki moaning ab uncontrollable thi—"Deva… ohh shit… ruk mat… aur… aur… suck it!"
She was grinding against his face now. Desperate. Wild.
Tabhi, andar se Soham ki chair ki awaz aayi. Deva ne ek second ke liye dekha—“Saala abhi bhi kaam kar raha hai?”
Par usne bas muskara ke apni tongue aur deep kar di. Jaise yeh sab us thrill ko aur zyada intense bana raha ho.
Geeti ab poore sofa pe hil rahi thi. Her legs were shaking. Hands clenching. Body arching.
“Devaa… main… main aa rahi hoon… ohhhh…” she screamed, but tried to muffle it with a cushion.
Aur phir—ek full body orgasm.
Geeti ne jhatke maar ke climax kiya. Her legs stiff, nipples hard, chut trembling. Deva ab bhi uske clit pe tongue se slow strokes de raha tha, letting her ride the wave.
She was panting, sweaty, glowing. Ek haath se apni chut chhupane ki koshish ki, par Deva ne uska haath hata diya.
“Yeh toh ab meri jagah hai, Geeti,” he whispered, lips still wet.

Geeti ab bhi hil rahi thi. Orgasm ka aftershock uske jism mein ghoom raha tha. Uski chut abhi bhi pulsing thi, thodi red, thodi swollen—ready for more.
Deva ne apne lips uski inner thighs pe lagaye, phir dheere se upar aaya. Geeti ki aankhen half-open thi, uska chehra laal, neck pe thoda sweat—complete mess, total turn-on.
“Tu ab rukegi toh main nahi rukunga,” Deva ne husky voice mein kaha, uske boobs ko ek baar fir se squeeze karte hue.
Geeti bas slowly nodded, “Kar de Deva… pura le le mujhe…”
Deva ne apna zip khola. Uska lund full hard, throbbing, tip se pre-cum already nikal chuka tha. Usne apna shaft pakda aur uski chut ke entrance pe rub karna start kiya.
Geeti ki moan fir se nikal gayi, “Aaahhh… feel ho raha hai…”
He aligned himself… and then, ek slow push.
“Uhhh… oh f**k!” Geeti ne apne nails uski back pe ghusa diye.
Deva ab uske andar tha. Dheere-dheere, poora.
Geeti ki chut tight thi, warm, completely hugging his cock. Uska andar jaise Deva ko kheench raha tha.
“Tumhari chut… kamal ki hai…” Deva groaned, and started thrusting.
Pehle slow, deep strokes—thak… thak… slop… the sound of skin against skin, wet and rhythmic.
Geeti ab bilkul control mein nahi thi.
Her legs wrapped around him. Boobs bouncing. Mangalsutra beech mein hil raha tha.
“Fast karo Deva… aur chahiye… abhi!” she begged.
Deva ne apni pace badha di. Fast thrusts. Harder strokes.
Thak… thak… thak…
“Tum uske liye nahi bani thi, Geeti… tu meri hai…”
“Aaahh… haan! Bas tu… tu hi!”
Tabhi andar se Soham ki awaaz—“Geeti? Pani le aana zara?”
Geeti ne ek dum se mooh band kiya.
Deva ne fir bhi thrust nahi roka—bas thoda slow kiya, aur uske kaan ke paas bola, “Ab bol… pati bula raha hai…”
Geeti bas moaned softly, hips uthakar usko aur andar le rahi thi.
She was close… again.
“Devaaa… main… fir se aa rahi hoon…”
And just like that—ek aur orgasm. Loud, shaky, breathtaking.






Geeti abhi bhi thak ke sofa pe padi thi, jism se abhi tak pleasure ka heat nikal raha tha. Lekin andar se—wo khatam nahi hui thi. Kuch tha uske andar jo aur maang raha tha. Raw. Wild. Borderline crazy.
Woh slowly uthi, bina kuch pehne—just her mangalsutra swinging gently between her bare breasts. She picked up a glass of water, jaise sab normal ho, jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Fir woh andar gayi—Soham ke room mein.
“Paani…” she said softly, aankhen jhuki hui, voice mein halka tremble.
Soham ne thank you bola, nazar screen pe rahi—but kuch awkward sa silence chhoda gaya tha hawa mein.
Geeti wapas aayi… aur bina kuch bole Deva ke saamne doggy style mein jhuki.
Uski gaand perfect arc mein thi, chut thodi red, wet, open. Deva ne ek second ko socha—"Yeh ladki pagal hai."
But next second… he grabbed her waist and entered her hard.
THAK! Ek loud slap of skin.
“Aaaaahh…” Geeti ne moan kiya, low and rough.
“Tu toh addict ho gayi hai…” Deva growled, thrusting deep, hard, without mercy.
Uski hips ab Deva ke hands ke under thi, breasts bouncing with each stroke, moans escaping her lips with every thrust.
Tabhi—doorbell baji.
Soham ka voice aya andar se: “Main dekhta hoon!”
Deva ne momentarily rukne ka socha… par Geeti ne peeche se pichkari—“Rokega toh mar jaungi…”
Door ka thak-thak, bell ka ding-dong, and andar… Deva was f**king her like a beast.
Thrusts fast. Deep. Animalistic.
Soham ne darwaza khola, “Kuch nahi chahiye bhaiya,” he told the delivery guy.
Wapas andar aaya. But jaise hi usne room ka curtain hataya… uski nazar pad gayi.
Woh freeze ho gaya.
Geeti, on all fours. Deva behind her. Hardcore. Real. Raw.
Unaware. Or maybe… pretending not to care.
Soham ne kuch nahi bola. Bas dekhta raha—ek twisted silence mein.
Aur andar… Geeti climax ke edge pe thi again.





Curtain ke peeche se Soham ab poora dekh raha tha. Shock ka ek moment tha… fir silence. Aur fir… uske lips se nikal gaya:
“Deva… mat rukna. Continue.”
Deva froze ek second ke liye. Uski aankhen narrowed… fir ek wild grin uske chehre pe chadh gaya.
"Tu toh kamaal nikla, Soham..." he whispered, and grabbed Geeti ke hips even tighter.
“Tayyar ho, rani?” he growled.
Geeti bas moaned in response—completely taken over, hair messy, body sweaty, her ass jiggling with each breath.
Deva ne pace badha diya—full-on hardcore.
THAK… THAK… THAK!
Room mein sirf wet moans, slapping sounds, aur Geeti ki broken cries goonj rahi thi.
“Aahh… Deva… aur… aur… bas chodte ja…”
Her voice was raspy, wild.
Soham ab ek corner mein khada tha, frozen but aroused.
Watching his wife get destroyed from behind—by another man—and loving it.
Deva ke thrusts aur fast ho gaye—final stretch.
Geeti was shaking, her arms gave out, face-first bed pe gir gayi, ass still in air.
“Main aa raha hoon…” Deva growled.
Ek final, deep, hard thrust—aur Deva ka warm cum uske andar explode ho gaya.
Geeti moaned loud, collapsed on the bed, legs trembling. Cum dripping from her chut, running down her thighs onto the sheets.
Deva leaned forward, kissed her deeply—wild, victorious, claiming her like a trophy.
He got up, caught his breath, zipped up his pants and turned toward Soham.
Walked up to him, clapped his shoulder, and said with a grin:
“Tu lucky hai, Soham… itni kamaal ki biwi mili tujhe.”
Aur bina ek baar bhi peeche dekhe—Deva nikal gaya.



Soham wahan khada tha… still. Silent. Hard.
Geeti ab sofa pe thi—nangi, thaki hui, lekin poori tarah se… santusht. Her legs still apart, thighs trembling slightly, aur uski chut se Deva ka thick white load dheere dheere baahar aa raha tha.
It was obscene. It was beautiful.
Uski aankhen half-closed thi. Lips swollen, chest rising and falling.
Mangalsutra uske boobs ke beech mein chamak raha tha, thoda cum uske stomach pe bhi laga hua tha.
Aur fir… Geeti ne uski taraf dekha.
Ek halki si smile. No shame. No guilt. Sirf… truth.
“Love you, Soham,” she whispered, voice mein tired sweetness thi, lekin ek strange honesty bhi.
Soham ka dil ek second ke liye ruk gaya. Yeh jo abhi hua… jism ka khel tha. Par jo uski aankhon mein tha, woh sirf uska tha.
Usne aage badh kar uske lips ko gently kiss kiya.
“Love you too,” he whispered, uska haath uske messed-up hair mein le jaake.
Kuch bhi kehne ki zarurat nahi thi. Na explanation. Na apology.
Bas ek twisted si raat… aur ek ajeeb si shanti.

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Geeti ne aankhen dhire-dhire kholi. Body mein ab bhi ek ajeeb si halkaapan aur sukoon tha, jaise har nerve relax ho gayi ho. Sofa ke cushion uski peeth aur thighs ke neeche abhi bhi garam lag rahe the. Uska jism… bilkul nanga, thoda sticky, thoda messy… lekin har touch ka yaadgar nasha skin pe baitha hua tha.

Uski legs abhi bhi thodi open thi, inner thighs pe Deva ka thick cum ab bhi dheere-dheere slide ho raha tha. Ek halki si warmth chut ke aaspaas ab bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi—aftershocks of pure orgasm.

Uska breathing heavy tha, chest uth-raha tha har ek gehri saans ke saath. Boobs kaafi baar bounce ho chuke the, ab halka sa red aur sensitive ho chuke the. Nipples erect, thode swollen, jaise ab bhi kisi ki tongue feel kar rahe ho. Beech mein mangalsutra, uske gile skin pe chipka hua sa lag raha tha—do golden beads uske cleavage mein fas gaye the, unke beech mein thoda sa cum bhi tha, jo dheere se shine kar raha tha dim light mein.

Uska stomach pe white stains the—Deva ka nasha. Navel ke aaspaas ek thick trail bana hua tha. Thighs ke side pe scratch marks, jahan usne apne hi nails se grip banane ki koshish ki thi. Gaand pe ek side slightly red—Deva ke hard thrusts ke nishaan. Uski chut abhi bhi open si lag rahi thi, thoda puffy, sensitive, red, aur beech se creamy mess dheere se nikal raha tha. Sticky, lekin soft. Warm.

Hair messy, strands uske gaal aur neck pe chipke hue. Lips thode swollen—ek to Deva ke rough kisses se, aur dusra moaning aur biting se.

Aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi. She wasn’t ashamed. She was… claimed. Loved. Used.
Aur jab usne Soham ko dekha, kuch nahi bola—sirf ek soft, tired si smile.

Jo feel ho raha tha… woh yeh tha:

Main poori tarah kisi ki ban chuki hoon. Aur fir bhi… main sirf teri hoon, Soham.

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Bhai soham ko bhi gaandmaru bna de isme

Nah bro, This character is based on Me and My wife and lots of characters are related to my inner circle

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Kya tum aur tumhari wife .... Swapping karte ho??? Ya Cuckold??

Dono chize mood ke upar depend krta hae

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Means karte hooo?real life me

Yes, We do

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Geeti sofa se dheere dheere uthi, jaise har ang thak gaya ho. Kal tak jo Geeti thi, aaj bilkul alag mehsoos ho rahi thi. Deva ne uski zindagi mein woh pal la diya tha, jo usne kabhi kisi ke saath mehsoos nahi kiya. Uski chal mein ek ajeeb si dheemi taqat thi, dard bhi tha par usmein chhupa sukoon zyada gehra lag raha tha.
Soham side mein khada tha, aankhon mein thoda concern, thoda mazaak. Usne Geeti ka haath pakad ke halka sa support diya. “Oye, superstar! Chalne mein mushkil ho rahi hai kya? Ab lag raha hai asli zindagi ka mazaa?”
Geeti ki aankhon mein sharm bhi thi aur khushi bhi. Uska chehra laal ho gaya, par woh apne aap pe muskurayi. “Pata nahi Soham, aaj jo mehsoos ho raha hai, woh pehle kabhi nahi hua. Mujhe lag raha hai main sach mein abhi jeena start ki hoon.”
Soham ne teasing mein bola, “Ab koi bhi restriction nahi raha, Geeti! Ab toh tu apni zindagi khud likh sakti hai. Jo chahe woh feel kar, jo chahe woh kar!”
Geeti bhi ab hans padi, uski hansi mein ek nayi azadi thi. “Sahi bola tune. Deva ne jab meri woh boundary tod di, tab mujhe laga main andar se bilkul free ho gayi hoon. Jaise main koi aur hi insaan hoon ab.”
Uske baad woh seedha bathroom chali gayi. Darwaza band karte hi usne aaine mein apna chehra dekha, toh ek pal ke liye shock ho gayi. Yeh Geeti kaun thi? Chehre pe laali thi, baal thode bikre hue, aankhon mein kuch alag sa glow.
Woh dheere se apni nangi body ko dekhti rahi. Boobs pe Deva ke bite marks the, nipples abhi bhi tight, chest pe halki si redness—jaise har kiss, har touch, ab bhi uski twacha pe likha hua ho. Uski chut abhi bhi cum se bhari thi, aur peeche se halka sa blood dikh raha tha—us raat ki sabse badi yaad.
Ek pal ke liye sharm aayi, par phir us sharm ko pighla diya us naye confidence ne. Usne apni ungli se woh nishaan chhua, aur socha—yeh sab kuch uska hi toh hai. Yeh uski zindagi 


ka naya chapter hai.

Shower on karte hi paani ki thandi boondein uske sare jism pe nache lagi. Har boond, har chhooan jaise uske andar ki saari thakan ko dhoti ja rahi thi. Geeti ne aankhein band kar li, apne aap ko feel kiya—yeh dard, yeh sukoon, yeh liberation.
Uske mann mein flashes aa rahe the—Deva ka touch, uski aankhon ka intense look, Soham ki teasing, apni hi awaz, apni moans. Ek ajeeb si garmi uski body mein daud gayi. She wasn’t ashamed anymore. She was curious, alive, and hungry for more.
Usne paani mein khud ko saaf kiya, bite marks ko dheere se rub kiya, par har nishaan usko yaad dilata raha ki aaj raat kuch alag tha. Yeh marks ab uske liye dukh ki nishani nahi, pride ka medal the.
Nahakar, towel mein lapet ke jab woh baahar aayi, toh uski chaal mein ek nayi confident energy thi. Geeti ab woh bholi, dare hui ladki nahi rahi. Ab woh khud pe proud thi—apne decisions pe, apni azadi pe.
Mirror ke samne khadi ho kar usne khud ko dekha aur muskurayi. “Ab main kisi ki nahi, sirf apni hoon,” usne khud se kaha.
Woh raat, woh dard, woh sukoon—sab kuch uske andar ek nayi taaqat ki tarah daud raha tha. Geeti ko ab pata tha, jo bhi ho, ab woh khud ke liye jeeyegi. Koi aur uski boundaries define nahi karega.
Us raat usne pehli baar khud ko poora mehsoos kiya—andar tak, har emotion, har pleasure, har dard.


Agli subah Geeti ki aankh khuli toh lag raha tha jaise ek sapna dekh rahi ho. Pichli raat ka dard ab ek meetha yaad banke reh gaya tha, par aaj ka din kuch aur tha—nayi umeedein, nayi journey. Thailand ki flight thi, aur Geeti ka mood bhi ekdum naya tha.
Subah fresh hone ke baad, Geeti ne wardrobe khola. Usne socha, aaj kuch alag try karti hoon. Ek soft peach color ki cotton saree nikali—simple, classy, par touch mein thoda modern. Uska blouse sleeveless tha, boat neck style, peeche se deep cut, jis se uski slim kamar aur smooth shoulders aur bhi highlight ho rahe the. Saree ki border par golden embroidery thi, halki si shine, jo sunlight mein aur bhi khoobsurat lag rahi thi. Baal usne ek loose messy bun mein bandh diye, kuch strands samne gir rahe the—thoda innocent, thoda seductive. Kan mein chhote golden jhumke, haathon mein ek slim gold kada aur mangalsutra, lips par thoda nude peach lipstick, aur aankhon mein kajal ka magic.
Mirror ke samne khadi ho kar usne ek quick selfie li—angle thoda upar se, taaki blouse ka cut bhi dikh jaaye, smile mein confidence aur aankhon mein excitement. Click.
Tabhi phone par ek ping aaya—MD ka message:
MD: “All set, Geeti? Safe travels. Show Thailand how it’s done!”
Dusra ping, Raghavan ka—
Raghavan: “Don’t forget, you’re representing the team. And don’t shop too much ?.”
Geeti ne apni selfie dono ko bheji, ek caption ke saath:
“Ready for takeoff! Wish me luck ?✈️”
MD ka quick reply aaya:
MD: “Wow, saree game on point! Make us proud.”
Raghavan ne bhi thumbs up bheja, aur ek laughing emoji.
Itna sab ho raha tha, tab tak Soham aa gaya, coffee ka mug leke. Usne Geeti ko dekha aur whistle maara, “Arre waah, madam! Thailand wale toh airport se hi flat ho jayenge. Dekh lo, mujhe bhool mat jaana!”



Geeti ne thoda nakhre dikhate hue kaha, “Aise mat bol, warna airport pe hi line lag jayegi!”

Dono haste haste car tak gaye. Road pe thodi masti, thoda teasing—Soham ne bola, “Dekho, saree mein aaj toh aag laga di tumne. Flight attendants bhi confuse ho jayenge—‘passenger hai ya brand ambassador?’”
Airport pe drop karte hue Soham ne wink kiya, “Go have fun, Geeti! Aur koi nayi boundary cross karni ho toh mujhe tag kar dena, story mein.”
Geeti hans padi, ek confident smile ke saath boli, “Don’t worry, ab toh main khud apni story likhungi.” Usne Soham ko hug diya, ek pyara sa bye kaha, aur apne trolley ke saath airport ke andar chali gayi—saree ki pallu hawa mein lehrate hue, aankhon mein naye sapne aur chehre par ek nayi pehchaan ke saath.

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Soham ne Geeti ko security check point tak drop kiya, ek warm, knowing smile ke saath. "Have a great trip, jaan," usne kaha, uske haath ko halke se daba kar. Geeti ne bhi blush karte hue 'bye' kaha, aur security checkpoint cross karke aage badh gayi. Soham phir car park ki taraf nikal gaya, apne ghar ke liye.
Geeti sidhe Gate No. 5 ki taraf chali, jahaan Bangkok ki flight lagne waali thi. MD, Mr. Sinha (jinhe Geeti pyaar se 'Sinha Sir' bulati thi), aur Raghavan pehle se hi wahan uska wait kar rahe the.
Geeti aaj peach sleeveless saree mein thi. Yeh uska 'business look' tha – traditional, par incredibly seductive.
Jaise hi Geeti paas aayi, Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono ki greedy nazrein uske upar tik gayi. Saree uske curvaceous figure ko perfectly hug kar rahi thi. Sleeveless blouse se smooth arms aur jab bhi woh apne baal theek karti, uski sexy, clean-shaven armpits ek pal ke liye dikh jaati. Yeh sab dekhkar dono behad excited the ki kuch hi ghanton mein Geeti unki baahon mein hogi.
Geeti: (Close aakar, sweetly smile karte hue) Good afternoon, Sir. Raghavan. Sorry, thoda late ho gayi.
Mr. Sinha: (Raghavan ki taraf dekhkar wink karte hue, apni bass bhari aawaaz mein) Late? Arre nahi, beta. Tumhara wait karna bhi ek pleasure hai. He scanned her from head to toe, lingering on her waist. Yeh saree... bahut achhi lag rahi hai tum par, Geeti. You look... divine!
Raghavan: (Geeti ke kaan ke paas thoda lean karte hue, dheere se) Waah! Aaj toh airport ka temperature badha diya tumne, Geeti. I was just telling Sinha Sir... I can't wait for our first meeting in Bangkok. Uske aakhon mein ek mischievous spark thi.
Geeti: (Thoda blushing, par confident hote hue) Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Raghavan. I hope main meeting mein bhi utni hi impressive rahun, jitni is saree mein lag rahi hoon.
Mr. Sinha: (Haste hue, apna haath Geeti ke shoulder par rakhte hue, jo thoda jyada der tak wahi ruka) Oh, tum hamesha impressive rahti ho, Geeti. Aur Bangkok mein toh, I promise, tumhari mehnat aur dedication ko hum personally reward karenge. Get ready for a big change in your life.
Raghavan: (Aapne phone mein dekhte hue, par pura dhyaan Geeti par tha) Chalo, boarding shuru ho gayi hai. First Class se Bangkok... I can already feel the luxury. Chalo, Geeti.
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uski dhadkan tez thi, par uske face par calm determination thi. She knew exactly what she was getting into. 'Yeh sirf ek promotion nahi hai, Geeti,' usne apne mann mein socha. 'Yeh naya safar hai.'
Woh teeno, India ki zameen chhodkar, us exotic city ki taraf chal diye, jahaan unka intezaar business se zyada pleasure kar raha tha.



First Class cabin ki soft, ambient lighting mein, Bangkok-bound flight ne India ki zameen chhod di thi. Geeti ki heartbeat abhi bhi thodi tez thi, par usne khud ko sambhal liya tha. Seats wide aur plush the, har taraf privacy aur comfort ka ehsaas tha. Raghavan uske bagal wali window seat par tha, aur Mr. Sinha unke theek do rows aage, aisle seat par baithe the.
Flight attendants ne welcome drinks serve kiye. Geeti ne ek light fruit juice liya, Raghavan ne whiskey.
Raghavan: (Dheere se, Geeti ke kaan ke paas jhukkar, jaise koi confidential business secret share kar raha ho) You know, Geeti… yeh sirf ek trip nahi hai. This is a golden ticket for you. MD Sir bahut impressed hain tumhari recent performance se. Especially, tumhare adaptability se.
Geeti ne glass hathon mein pakde hue, uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi – innocent, par uske piche chupi hui samajhdari ki gehrai.
Geeti: (Muskuraate hue, apni awaaz ko halka rakhte hue) Main hamesha apna best dene ki koshish karti hoon, Raghavan. Aur rahi baat adaptability ki… (usne apni nazrein window se bahar ghumai, jahan badal neeche reh gaye the) …circumstances ke hisaab se adjust karna toh life ka hissa hai, hai na? Survival of the fittest.
Raghavan halke se hansa, uski baat ka matlab samajhte hue.
Raghavan: Exactly! Aur tum toh hamesha se 'fittest' rahi ho, Geeti. MD Sir specifically mention kar rahe the… tumhari growth potential limitless hai. Agar unhe khush rakha, toh company mein tum kahan se kahan pahunch jaogi, soch bhi nahi sakti. Is trip ke baad, that big promotion… it’s practically yours. Just remember who holds the key.
Usne apna haath Geeti ki thigh ke paas rakha, ek pal ke liye, ek subtle squeeze ke saath. Geeti ne palat kar uski taraf dekha, uske chehre par abhi bhi wahi controlled muskaan thi, par uski aankhon mein ek shikan aa gayi thi. Usne apna glass thoda sa adjust kiya, jisse Raghavan ka haath apne aap wahan se hat gaya.
Geeti: (Calmly) Main samajhti hoon, Raghavan. Main apni hard work aur dedication se hi aage badhna chahti hoon. Aur MD Sir… I respect him a lot. Unki umeedon par khara utarna meri priority hai. Aur main unhe kabhi disappointed nahi karungi.
Uske jawab mein ek double meaning tha, jo Raghavan ko samajh mein aa gaya. Usne thodi der Geeti ko ghura, uski sharpness se impress hokar.
Kuch der tak dono chup rahe. Flight attendant dinner order lene aayi. Geeti ne lighter meal choose kiya. Raghavan ne ek aur drink order kiya.
Dinner serve hone ke baad, jab cabin mein lights dim ho chuki thi aur passengers ne apni apni duniyan mein khona shuru kar diya tha, Raghavan dheere se apni seat se utha.
Raghavan: (Geeti ki taraf dekhkar, ek meaningful smile ke saath) Excuse me, Geeti. Main zara washroom se aata hoon.
Geeti ne sir hilaya, aur uske jaane ka wait kiya. Jaise hi Raghavan washroom ki taraf muda, Geeti ne apni aankhen band ki, ek gehri saans li aur phir kholi. Usne apne dimag mein pura scene replay kiya aur aane wale pal ke liye khud ko mentally prepare kiya.
Aur phir, jaise clockwork ho, Raghavan ke kuch hi minutes baad, Mr. Sinha, apni seat se uth kar, dheere se Geeti ki taraf badhe. Unka chehra ek controlled expression liye hue tha, par unki aankhon mein wahi purani 'greedy' chamak thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Ek soft smile ke saath, Geeti ke theek bagal wali seat par baithte hue, jo ab Raghavan ke jaane se khali thi) Toh, Geeti beta… ab hum thodi aur 'personally' baat kar sakte hain.
Geeti ne unki taraf dekha, uske chehre par wahi composed expression tha, par uski saansein ek pal ke liye tham si gayi. She knew the real game had just begun.



Mr. Sinha, jo ab Raghavan ki seat par Geeti ke theek bagal mein baithe the, unhone ek ajeeb si khushi mehsoos ki. Geeti ki peach saree se aati hui halki khushboo unke naak mein ghus rahi thi, aur uski nazdeeki unhe excited kar rahi thi. Unhone ek halki si saans li, jaise Geeti ki presence ko poori tarah se absorb kar rahe hon.
Mr. Sinha: (Ek ghati hui, par abhi bhi commanding aawaaz mein) Toh Geeti beta… ab hum sach mein 'personal' ho sakte hain. Kaisa lag raha hai First Class mein? Upar badalon ke beech… sab kuch chhod kar, sirf main aur tum?
Geeti ne unki taraf dekha, uski aankhon mein ab bhi wahi calm determination thi. Uski saree ki soft fabric uske curves ko highlight kar rahi thi, aur uske hathon mein juice ka glass abhi bhi tha.
Geeti: (Ek soft smile ke saath) Bahut achha lag raha hai, Sir. Yeh First Class ka experience, bilkul naya hai mere liye. Aur aapke saath… (uski nazrein ek pal ke liye unke chehre par thehri) …bilkul comfortable lag raha hai. Aap jaise senior ke saath, itni upar aasmaan mein… it feels like a dream.
Mr. Sinha ke hothon par ek crooked smile aayi. Unki nazrein Geeti ke chehre se neeche, uski gardan aur phir uski saree ke dbang par ghumne lagi. Unhone bade hi casual tareeke se apna haath armrest par rakha, jiske neeche Geeti ki thigh bahut kareeb thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Thoda jhukte hue) Dream toh hai, beta. Aur dreams ko poora karne ke liye, kabhi-kabhi thodi 'mehnat' bhi karni padti hai. Waise… (unki nazrein Geeti ke blouse aur saree ke beech ki halki si cleavage par tik gayi) …tumhari yeh saree… bahut beautifully dbang ki hai. Ek 'valley' jaisa lag raha hai. Bohot deep, aur bohot inviting.
Geeti ne unki nazron ko pakad liya. Uske chehre par ek pal ke liye bhi tension nahi dikhi. Iske bajaye, usne dheere se apne left shoulder se apne pallu ko thoda sa aur neeche khiska diya. Ab uska cleavage aur bhi gehra aur saaf dikhne laga tha. Uski saanson ke saath, blouse ka fabric halke se upar-neeche ho raha tha.
Mr. Sinha ne yeh dekha. Unki aankhon mein ek chamak aayi, aur unke chehre par ek satisfied grin. Woh samajh gaye ki Geeti unki is 'game' mein poori tarah se shamil hai. Unke andar ek tezi se utha hua 'hard-on' unhone control karne ki koshish ki, par unki aankhon mein saf dikh raha tha.
Geeti ne unki aankhon mein dekha, aur ek slow, seductive smile di. Yeh smile promise se bhari thi, aur har tarah ki possibilities se.
Geeti: (Apni awaaz ko halka aur playful rakhte hue) Aapne theek kaha, Sir. Yeh 'valley'… bohot mehnat se banaya hai. Aur aapko 'valley view' pasand hai, yeh jaankar mujhe khushi hui.
Mr. Sinha ne ek gehri saans li, jismein Geeti ki khushboo ghuli hui thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Apni awaaz ko aur bhi flirtatious banate hue) Pasanda toh bahut hai, Geeti. Asal mein… (unki nazrein Geeti ki aankhon mein tik gayi, jahan ek challenge aur ek invitation dono the) …mujhe toh pura 'mountain range' hi pasand hai, jiske beech yeh 'valley' hai. Toh... kya kehti ho? Kya mujhe yeh 'view' poora explore karne ka mauka milega?
Geeti ne unki aankhon mein dekha, uski smile aur gehri ho gayi. Uski aankhon mein ab sharam ya darr nahi tha, sirf ek nishchitata thi. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh conversation ab kis disha mein ja raha hai.
Geeti: (Apne hothon ko halka sa geela karte hue, aur ek playful wink ke saath) Sir… aapke liye toh… poora view aapka hai. Jab tak aap explore karna chahen. Aur jahan tak 'mauke' ki baat hai… yeh First Class journey toh abhi shuru hui hai. Bangkok toh abhi door hai.
Mr. Sinha ne uski baat sunkar ek victory ki saans li. Uski aankhon mein ab sirf pure lust dikh raha tha. Unhone Geeti ki taraf aur jhuk kar, dheere se uske kaan ke paas kuch kaha.







Flight ki lights ab poori tarah se dim ho chuki thi, sirf readng lights aur emergency exit signs ki halki roshni cabin mein thi. Raghavan, jo ab washroom se laut chuka tha, woh apni asli seat par wapas aa gaya tha, Mr. Sinha ki seat do rows aage thi. Cabin ka mahol ek sukoon bhari neend mein dooba hua tha, aksar passengers apni blankets odh kar ya toh so chuke the, ya aankhen band kar ke aaraam kar rahe the.
Flight attendant ne sabhi ko blankets distribute kiye the, aur Geeti ne bhi ek soft blanket apni god mein rakh li thi. Magar uske bagal mein ab Mr. Sinha the, jinke andar ki bechaini ab aur badh chuki thi. Geeti ki "poora view aapka hai" wali baat aur uski seductive smile ne unhe poori tarah se bekabu kar diya tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ki taraf aur jhukte hue, unka chehra Geeti ki gardan aur kaan ke itna kareeb tha ki unki saansein Geeti ki skin par mehsoos ho rahi thi) Geeti beta… tumne toh meri neend hi uda di hai. Ab yeh waqt kaatna mushkil ho raha hai.
Unka haath, jo armrest par tha, dheere se Geeti ki lap ki taraf badha. Blanket ke upar se hi, unki ungliyan Geeti ki saree par ghumne lagi. Geeti ne ek pal ke liye bhi react nahi kiya, bas uski saanson ki raftaar halki si tez ho gayi.
Geeti: (Dheere se, uski awaaz mein ek masoomiyat thi, par uski aankhon mein abhi bhi wahi game-face tha) Sir… sabar rakhiye. Achhi cheezon ka intezar karne mein hi maza hai. Aur aapko toh sabar ka bahut meetha fal milne wala hai.
Mr. Sinha ka haath ab Geeti ki lap par, uski saree ke upar se, aur zyada confident ho kar ghum raha tha. Uski ungliyan halke se uski inner thigh ko brush kar rahi thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Ek gheri saans lete hue, Geeti ke kaan ke paas, itne dheere ki koi aur na sun paye) Meetha toh hoga, beta. Yeh main jaanta hoon. Par… kya thoda sa 'taste' bhi nahi kar sakte, abhi? Bas thoda sa… yeh jo 'fal' tumne samne rakha hai.
Jaise hi Mr. Sinha ne yeh kaha, poori cabin mein ek dum shaanti chha gayi. Sab so rahe the. Geeti ne is mauke ko bhaamp liya. Usne dheere se apni blanket ko thoda aur upar khincha, apne seene tak, jaise thand lag rahi ho. Par iske saath hi, Mr. Sinha ka haath, jo uski lap par tha, us blanket ke neeche se dheere dheere upar ki taraf badhne laga.
Unka haath Geeti ke peth se hota hua, uske blouse ke upar se uske boobs tak pahunch gaya. Geeti ne ek pal ke liye bhi protest nahi kiya. Mr. Sinha ne bade hi softness se, uske blouse ke upar se uske ek boob ko halke se grab kiya. Uski ungliyan uske nipal ko mehsoos kar rahi thi.
Geeti ki aankhen band ho gayi, aur uske hothon se ek 'umhh' ki halki si awaaz nikli, jo cabin ki shaanti mein lagbhag unhe bhi sunai nahi di. Uska chehra halka sa laal ho gaya.
Mr. Sinha ne jab uski yeh reaction dekhi, toh unka confidence aur badh gaya. Unhone dheere se Geeti ke kaan mein apni jeebh halke se feri, ek halka sa taste diya uski skin ka. Geeti ke munh se ek 'oooooh' ki slow moan nikal gayi, jo bas ek sargoshi thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Uske kaan mein fusfusate hue, uske boob ko ab halke se sahlaate hue) Pasand aaya, beta? Yeh toh bas shuruat hai. Tumhari yeh 'valley'… aur yeh 'fal'… iska pura maza toh abhi baaki hai.
Unka haath ab Geeti ke blouse ke upar se uske dusre boob par bhi aa gaya, aur woh dono ko dheere dheere press karne lage. Geeti ki saansein tez ho gayi thi, par usne apni aankhen band rakhi thi, aur uske chehre par ab ek ajeeb si khushi thi. Woh apni nayi duniya mein kho chuki thi, jahan rules aur boundaries sirf ek dhoka the. Mr. Sinha uske boobs ko blouse ke upar se sehla rahe the, har touch ke saath Geeti ke andar ek nayi lehar uth rahi thi.

Mr. Sinha ka haath Geeti ke dono blouse-clad boobs par tha. Woh unhe bade hi aaram se, aur smooth movements ke saath, sehla rahe the. Unka dhyan poori tarah se Geeti ke reactions par tha. Har halki si 'moan' ya tez saans, unke andar ki aag ko aur badha rahi thi. Geeti ne apni blanket ko is tarah se adjust kar liya tha ki uske upper body par halka sa dbang ho, jisse unka yeh intimate act poori tarah se chhup gaya tha.
Mr. Sinha ne apne haath ko aur neeche sarkaaya, Geeti ke pet par. Unki ungliyan saree ke neeche se uski nangi skin ko mehsoos karne lagi.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke kaan ke theek paas, ek halki, control se bahar aati aawaaz mein) Tumhari yeh garmi… Geeti. Yeh toh mujhe First Class se seedha jannat mein le ja rahi hai. Soham kitna lucky hai...
Geeti, jo aankhen band kiye is naye ehsaas mein doobi thi, usne halke se apne sar ko 'no' mein hilaaya, par uske hothon par ek gandhi muskaan aa gayi thi.
Geeti: (Adhi-dabi hui, sargoshi mein) Ab woh baat nahi rahi, Sir. Ab... (usne apne hath se unke hath ko peth par dabaya) ...ab yeh garmi kisi aur ke liye hai. Aur aap hi mere Managing Director hain... aap jo kahenge, wahi hoga.
Unki is haan-mein-haan milane se Mr. Sinha ka dhairya tootne laga. Unhone apna ek haath Geeti ke peth se hata kar wapas boobs par rakha, aur is baar thoda zyada zor se squeeze kiya.
Mr. Sinha: Toh main kehta hoon… (uski saans tez ho gayi) …ki is First Class ke maze ko poora liya jaaye.
Unka doosra haath, jo Geeti ke peth par tha, woh ab saree ke andar sarakne laga. Uski garmi aur badh chuki thi. Unki ungliyan uski kamariya ko sehla rahi thi, aur Geeti apne hothon ko kaat rahi thi taaki koi awaaz na nikle. Mr. Sinha ka haath dheere dheere aur neeche, uski nangi kamar par ghumne laga, aur woh Geeti ke kaan ko halke se choomte rahe.
Geeti ne ek pal ke liye apni aankhein kholi, aur cabin mein Raghavan ki seat ki taraf dekha. Woh so raha tha, ya kam se kam aisa hi dikha raha tha. Usne ek gehri saans li, aur Mr. Sinha ko permission dene wali nazron se dekha.
Mr. Sinha is baat ko samajh gaye. Unhone apne haath ko aur neeche kiya, Geeti ki kamar se, uski thighs tak. Saree ke andar, unki ungliyon ne Geeti ki chikni skin ko mehsoos kiya, jahaan uski inner-thighs shuru ho rahi thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Sargoshi mein) Tumhari har baat maani jayegi, beta. Promotion toh pakka hai. Par ab tum sirf 'business' ki nahi rahi. Ab tum meri personal asset ho.
Geeti ne phir se apni aankhein band kar li. Uska naya safar, First Class ki privacy mein, bade hi bebaak tareeke se shuru ho chuka tha.



Mr. Sinha ka haath Geeti ki saree ke andar, uski inner thigh tak pahunch chuka tha, aur woh uski har 'moan' aur 'saans' se poora maza le rahe the. Magar Geeti jaanti thi ki yeh control karne ka perfect time hai. Bangkok ab kareeb tha, aur aane wale bade 'fal' ka maza kharab nahi hona chahiye.
Dheere se, Geeti ne apne ek haath se Mr. Sinha ke haath ko apni thigh se hataya. Usne apna chehra unki taraf kiya.
Geeti: (Uske chehre par ab masoomiyat se zyada, ek shaitaani aakarshan tha) Sir… abhi aapki pyaas bahut badh gayi hai, hai na?
Mr. Sinha toh Geeti ke is bold step se hakka-bakka reh gaye, unka haath hatne se unko thoda disappointment bhi hua.
Mr. Sinha: (Sargoshi mein, halki narazgi aur bechaini ke saath) Tumne toh meri kismat cheen li, beta. Ab iske baad kaise neend aayegi?
Geeti ne unki taraf aur jhukkar dekha. Cabin ki dim light mein, uski aankhon mein ek chamak thi. Phir usne aahista se apne hoth unke hothon se mila diye. Yeh sirf ek kiss nahi tha. Yeh Geeti ki taraf se ek gehra French Kiss tha.
Mr. Sinha uske is sudden move se poori tarah se madhosh ho gaye. Unhone bhi turant jawab diya, Geeti ke hothon ko zor se choomte hue. Geeti ka ek haath unke gale ke peeche tha, aur woh unke passion ko wapas de rahi thi. Yeh kiss poori ek minute tak chala, jismein saanson ki awaaz aur hothon ki awaaz hi sabse zyada thi.
Jab woh ek doosre se alag hue, toh unke hothon ke beech thook (saliva) ki ek patli, chamakti hui line bani, jo ek pal ke liye khinch kar toot gayi. Geeti ki saansein tez thi, aur Mr. Sinha ki aankhon mein shuddh lust aur hawas ka nasha chhaya hua tha.
Geeti: (Apne hothon ko halke se saaf karte hue, muskurate hue) Lijiye, Sir. Maine aapse vaada kiya tha… thoda 'taste' toh mil gaya, hai na? Is 'taste' se aapko pata chal gaya hoga ki aage ka 'fal' kitna meetha hone wala hai.
Mr. Sinha ne apne hothon ko chata. Unka chehra lal tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Halke se hanson mein) Meetha nahi… yeh toh shehad hai, Geeti.
Geeti: (Aur zyada aakarshak hote hue) Toh ab yeh shehad sirf Bangkok ke hotel mein milega. Ab aapko sabar karna hoga, Sir. Abhi rest kijiye. Wahan aapko poora haq hoga is 'fal' par.
Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ke is ultimatum ko sweekar kiya. Uski shaitaani aur uske commitment ne unhe aur bhi zyada excited kar diya tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Ek gehra saans lete hue) Theek hai, meri shaitaan hotwife. Tumhari baat sar aankhon par. Main intezar karunga. Par jab hotel mein miloge… tab koi rok-tok nahi hogi.
Geeti ne ek aakhri, shant aur vishwas se bhari smile di, aur apni blanket ko achhe se odh liya. Mr. Sinha ne bhi apni seat ko adjust kiya aur apni aankhein band kar li. Cabin mein ab phir se shanti thi, par dono ke dimaag mein aane wale 'Bangkok' ki tasveerein chal rahi thi. Dono so gaye, ya kam se kam sone ki koshish karne lage, apni-apni jeet ka maza lete hue.









Subah ki pehli kiranon ne First Class cabin mein halki roshni bharni shuru kar di thi, jab flight Bangkok ke Suvarnabhumi Airport ke liye descend kar rahi thi. Geeti aur Mr. Sinha dono apni-apni neend se jaage, par unki aankhon mein ab bhi raat bhar ki raazdaari ki chamak thi. Unhone ek doosre ki taraf dekha, ek halki, samajhdar muskaan exchange ki, jaise unke beech ek ankahee agreement ho chuka ho.
Mr. Sinha: (Apne tie ko theek karte hue, ek satisfied grin ke saath) Good morning, Geeti beta. Bahut achhi neend aayi mujhe. Shayad 'sapne' bahut achhe the.
Geeti ne ek adhi-dabi hui hansi hansi.
Geeti: (Apne balon ko theek karte hue, uski awaaz mein ab confidence tha) Good morning, Sir. Sapne toh sabko achhe aate hain, jab aapki 'mehnat' rang laati hai. Aur mujhe lagta hai, aaj raat se pehle hi, aapki 'mehnat' shuru ho chuki hai.
Raghavan, jo do rows aage apni seat par baitha tha, woh bhi jaag chuka tha. Usne apni phone check kiya aur phir Geeti aur Mr. Sinha ki taraf dekha.
Raghavan: (Enthusiastically) Good morning, Sir! Good morning, Geeti! Lagta hai aapki flight bahut comfortable rahi. Hum Bangkok pahunchne wale hain!
Mr. Sinha ne ek pal ke liye Geeti ki taraf dekha, phir Raghavan ki taraf mud kar ek official smile di.
Mr. Sinha: (Serious tone mein) Indeed, Raghavan. The flight was productive. Aur ab, असली 'productivity' Bangkok mein shuru hogi.
Flight land hui aur smoothly gate tak pahunch gayi. Airport par utarte hi, Bangkok ki garam aur nam hawa ne unka swagat kiya. Teenon immigration aur baggage claim ki taraf badhe, jahan Mr. Sinha ne pehle se hi arranged car ka intazaar kar rahe driver ko ishara kiya.
Ek luxurious Mercedes S-Class unka intazaar kar rahi thi. Jaise hi woh car mein baithe, Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ko dekha.
Mr. Sinha: (Dheere se, Geeti ki taraf) Geeti, tumhara luggage room mein direct pahunch jayega. Abhi hum seedhe hotel chal rahe hain, 'The Opulent Grand'. Bangkok ka sabse exclusive hotel.
Raghavan bhi peeche ki seat par baitha, excited tha.
Raghavan: Wow, Sir! The Opulent Grand! Suna hai wahan ki suites unbelievable hain.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ko dekh kar, ek meaningful smile ke saath) Unbelievable toh hongi, Raghavan. Especially for those who truly 'deserve' them.
Hotel mein pahunch kar, lobby ki shaan-o-shaukat dekhte hi ban rahi thi. Rich velvet furniture, jhoomar ki roshni, aur ek calming fragrance. Front desk par Mr. Sinha ne pre-booked rooms ki keys li.
Mr. Sinha: (Keys lekar, Geeti ki taraf dekhte hue, aur Raghavan bhi sun raha tha) Toh, yeh tumhare room ki key hai, Geeti. Room No. 2205. Raghavan, tumhara 2206. Aur mera… 2204.
Geeti ne dekha ki uska room, 2205, Mr. Sinha (2204) aur Raghavan (2206) ke rooms ke theek beech mein tha. Yeh ek strategic placement thi, jo Mr. Sinha ki planning ka hissa thi. Usne ek pal ke liye Mr. Sinha ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan ek shaitaani chamak thi.
Geeti: (Keys lete hue, ek soft smile ke saath) Thank you, Sir.
Raghavan: Perfect, Sir! Suites ek doosre ke kareeb. Business discussions ke liye achha rahega.
Mr. Sinha ne sirf sar hilaya. Usko pata tha ki "business discussions" kya honge.
Apne room mein pahunch kar, Geeti ne darwaza lock kiya aur ek gehri saans li. Room spacious tha, ek king-size bed, floor-to-ceiling windows se Bangkok ka bustling view, aur ek luxurious bathroom. Usne apna chhota hand-bag bed par phenka, apni saree ko kholte hue aur uski halki khushboo abhi bhi uske jism se aa rahi thi.
Usne room tour karne ka intezar nahi kiya. Thakaan aur raat bhar ki emotional-physical roller coaster ne usse thaka diya tha. Woh seedhe bed par gir gayi, apne aap ko soft sheets mein ghusate hue. Aankhen band karte hi, uske dimag mein Mr. Sinha ka chehra aur unka French Kiss ghum gaya. Ek muskaan uske hothon par aayi, aur woh gehri neend mein doob gayi, Bangkok ki aane wali raaton ke sapne dekhte hue.




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Geeti ki aankh khuli toh Bangkok ki shaam dhal chuki thi. Room mein dim light thi, aur bahar shehar ki roshniyan jhilmila rahi thi. Usne ek gehri angdai li, neend se jaagi, par ab uske dimaag mein ek naya josh aur taiyaari thi. Ghadi dekhi – sham ke 6 baj chuke the.
Jaise hi woh bed se uthi, uska phone baja. Screen par 'Mr. Sinha' ka naam chamak raha tha. Usne ek confident smile ke saath phone uthaya.
Geeti: (Ek soft, neend se bhari, par professional tone mein) Good evening, Sir.
Mr. Sinha: (Doosri taraf se, unki aawaaz mein ek halka sa teasing touch tha) Good evening, Geeti beta. Neend achhi aayi? Maine socha tumhe disturb na karoon, par ab hum Bangkok mein hain… toh 'business' toh karna padega, hai na?
Geeti: (Muskurate hue) Bilkul, Sir. Main taiyar hoon. Toh, pehli meeting kahan hai? Boardroom mein? Ya coffee shop mein?
Mr. Sinha: (Haste hue) Boardroom? Arre nahi, beta. Bangkok aaye hain, toh thoda relaxation bhi banta hai. Hum toh hotel ke pool par hain. Raghavan bhi yahi hai. Tum bhi aa jao. Thoda fresh ho jao.
Geeti ki aankhon mein chamak aa gayi. Pool! Yeh uske liye ek perfect opportunity thi. Usne Soham ke kehne par, aur khud ke liye bhi, kuch khaas bikinis kharidi thi.
Geeti: (Apni awaaz ko control karte hue) Pool? Oh, sure Sir. Main bas abhi aati hoon. Thoda fresh hokar.
Call cut kiya aur Geeti seedhe apne suitcase ki taraf badhi. Usne saari cheezein palat di, aur phir ek dark emerald green colour ki bikini nikali. Yeh bikini usne khas taur par Mr. Sinha ke liye kharidi thi. Iska design aisa tha ki yeh Geeti ki figure ko perfectly hug karta tha, aur uske curves ko highlight karta tha. Ismein halka shimmer bhi tha, jo paani ki roshni mein chamakta.
Usne bikini pehni, apne balon ko halke se messy bun mein baandha, aur ek sheer white sarong apni kamar par lapet liya. Apne make-up ko minimal rakha, bas halka sa lip gloss aur kajal. Jab woh mirror mein dekhi, toh uske chehre par ab masoomiyat ki jagah, ek confident aur seductive hotwife ki jhalak thi. She was ready to make an entrance.
Woh apne room se nikli, corridor mein chalti hui lift ki taraf badhi. Lift mein, usne ek aakhri baar khud ko dekha, ek gehri saans li aur phir smile kiya.
Hotel ke rooftop pool area mein pahunchte hi, usne dekha ki Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono pool ke edge par baithe the, halke blue robes mein. Unke samne cocktails the. Bangkok ka skyline peeche chamak raha tha.
Jaise hi Geeti pool area mein enter hui, un dono ki nazrein turant uski taraf ghum gayi. Dark emerald green bikini aur sheer sarong mein Geeti ka figure, dim lights aur paani ki roshni mein ek dum stunning lag raha tha. Raghavan ke munh se toh halki 'wow' ki awaaz nikal gayi. Mr. Sinha ne apna cocktail glass neeche rakha, unki aankhon mein wahi 'greedy' chamak thi, jo flight mein thi.
Geeti ne ek confident walk ke saath unki taraf badhi, uske hothon par wahi aakarshak muskaan thi. She knew, the game was on, and she was in control.




Geeti ne pool edge ki taraf ek confident, slow walk chali. Dark emerald green bikini, jiske upar sheer white sarong tha, uski figure ko ek dum dazzling bana raha tha. Pool ki blue light aur shehar ki shaam ki roshni mein, woh spotlight mein thi.
Raghavan, jo cocktail sip kar raha tha, uske munh se toh glass lagbhag gir hi gaya.
Raghavan: (Mr. Sinha ke kaan mein fusfusate hue, uski aawaz mein bechaini thi) Sir, woh... woh Geeti hai? Ya koi mermaid? I swear, I have never seen her look like this.
Mr. Sinha ne sirf Raghavan ki taraf dekha, aur unke hothon par ek vijayi muskaan thi. Unki aankhon mein abhi bhi lust thi, par usmein possessiveness bhi jhalak rahi thi. Yeh 'asset' unke haath mein thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Calmly, par unki aawaz mein commanding tone tha) Relax, Raghavan. Yeh wohi Geeti hai. Par ab tum dekho, ki confidence aur professional commitment insaan ko kitna badal deta hai.
Geeti unke paas aakar ruki. Usne sarong ko adaa se ek taraf kiya, jisse uski lambi, toned legs aur bikini ka pura view un dono ke samne aa gaya. Uski peach saree se zyada nazar-kheenchne waala attire tha yeh.
Geeti: (Ek meethi, par dheemi awaaz mein) Good evening, Sir. Raghavan. Sorry, thodi der ho gayi. Main so gayi thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Khade hote hue, Geeti ke bilkul kareeb aaye) Late toh tum kabhi nahi hoti, Geeti. Tumhara intezar karna bhi ek treat hai. Yeh colour... bahut achha lag raha hai tum par. Khas mere liye laya tha?
Geeti unki aankhon mein dekhi. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh ek personal question tha. Usne ek shaitani smile di.
Geeti: (Apne hothon ko halka sa geela karte hue) Sir, maine socha tha ki Bangkok mein ek naye chapter ki shuruat ho rahi hai. Aur jab MD khud mere saath ho... toh special outfit toh banta hai. Mujhe khushi hui ki aapko pasand aaya.
Raghavan bechain tha. Usne pehle bhi Geeti ke saath kaafi waqt guzara tha, par yeh Geeti kuch aur hi thi. Usne use control karne ki koshish ki.
Raghavan: (Thodi si commanding tone mein) Geeti, yahan sirf hum teen hain. Tumhe aaram karna chahiye tha. Tum thak gayi hogi. Tumhara glow bata raha hai.
Geeti uski taraf mudi. Uski smile abhi bhi wahi thi, par uski aankhon mein Raghavan ke liye halki si upexa thi.
Geeti: (Raghavan ki taraf dekhkar, par uska dhyan Mr. Sinha par tha) Thak gayi thi, Raghavan. Lekin MD Sir ne bulaya hai. Toh ab thakaan chali gayi. Aur jahan tak glow ki baat hai... (usne Mr. Sinha ki taraf mud kar halka sa wink kiya) ...mujhe lagta hai, yeh toh First Class ka asar hai.
Mr. Sinha is public flirting se poori tarah se khush the. Unhone apna haath aage badhaya, aur Geeti ke kandhe ko halke se chua.
Mr. Sinha: Chalo, beta. Paani bahut achha hai. Aa jao. Tumhari taiyaari ki tareef toh paani mein aane ke baad hi ho sakti hai.
Geeti ne sarong ko ek taraf phenka. Dark emerald green bikini mein uska figure, dim light mein chamakta hua, Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono ke liye ek khula invitation tha. Usne bina koi sharam kiye, aahista se pool ki stairs se paani mein utarna shuru kiya.
Jaise hi woh paani mein doobi, bikini mein uska figure aur bhi zyada defined ho gaya. Usne thoda sa taira, aur phir Mr. Sinha ke saamne aakar ruki, jahaan paani uski chaati tak tha.
Geeti: (Paani mein aakar, uski aawaz mein halka sa challenge tha) Toh, Sir. Business ki baat kahan se shuru karein?
Mr. Sinha ki nazrein, uski cleavage par thehri hui thi, jo paani ke andar aur bahar aane se aur zyada tempting lag rahi thi.

Geeti ka sawaal – "Business ki baat kahan se shuru karein?" – sirf ek sawaal nahi tha, balki Mr. Sinha ke liye ek seedha invitation tha. Woh jaanti thi ki ab sirf zubaan se baat nahi hogi.

Mr. Sinha ne ek pal ke liye bhi nahi socha. Unhone apna robe utara aur use pool edge par phenk diya. Woh sirf swimming trunks mein the. Unka badan, bhale hi 68 saal ka tha, par abhi bhi mazboot tha. Raghavan chupchaap baitha, cocktail glass ko dekhte hue, un dono ki taraf ghoor raha tha. Uski jealousy saaf jhalak rahi thi.
Mr. Sinha ne bina kisi sharam ke, seedhe pool mein utar gaye. Paani thoda garam tha, jo Bangkok ki shaam ke liye bilkul perfect tha.
Woh sidhe Geeti ki taraf tairte hue aaye. Geeti muskurayi, uski aankhon mein ek vijayi chamak thi. Jaise hi Mr. Sinha uske kareeb pahunche, jahan paani Geeti ke boobs ke theek neeche tak tha, unhone tairna band kar diya.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke bilkul kareeb aakar, unki saansein Geeti ki saanson se takra rahi thi) Business toh shuru ho chuka hai, Geeti. Jab tumne yeh bikini pehni, aur yahan aayi… tabhi pehle meeting ka agenda set ho gaya tha.
Unka haath paani ke neeche gaya, aur aahista se Geeti ki chikni kamar par thehra. Paani ne is nayi intimacy ko chhupa diya tha.
Geeti: (Dheere se, uski awaaz mein teasing thi) Par Sir, meeting mein toh hum serious baatein karte hain na? Promotion, targets, reports…
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ko aur kareeb khinchte hue, unka haath ab Geeti ki kamar se neeche buttocks ki taraf badh raha tha) Exactly. Aur abhi ki report yeh kehti hai ki tum hotness ke target ko poori tarah se achieve kar chuki ho. Aur promotion? Woh toh personal level par milega.
Raghavan ko yeh sab dekhte hue sabr nahi ho raha tha. Usne apna cocktail glass table par zor se rakha.
Raghavan: (Thoda forced smile ke saath) Sir, I think I need a refill. Geeti, tum enjoy karo.
Raghavan wahan se utha aur bar ki taraf chala gaya, jisse Mr. Sinha aur Geeti ko poori privacy mil gayi.
Jaise hi Raghavan wahan se hata, Mr. Sinha aur bhi bold ho gaye. Paani ke neeche, unka haath Geeti ke buttocks ko halke se dabane laga. Geeti ki aankhen band ho gayi, aur uske hothon se ek sargoshi nikli.
Geeti: (Apne hothon ko kaat-te hue) Ahh... Sir… it's too much for a first meeting.
Mr. Sinha: (Unki aankhon mein shikar ki chamak thi) Aur tumhare josh ko dekhte hue, mujhe nahi lagta ki tum slow jana chahti ho. Tumhare pati ne tumhe yahan aage badhne ke liye bheja hai, Geeti. Toh aage badho.
Unhone paani ke neeche hi, Geeti ko apni taraf zor se khincha. Ab Geeti poori tarah se unke jism se takra chuki thi. Bikini aur trunks ke beech ki nazdeeki unke liye agni ban chuki thi.






Raghavan, cocktail bar ki taraf gaya toh tha, par uski nazrein pool par hi thi. Uski jealousy ab excitement mein badal chuki thi, jaise woh ek forbidden show dekh raha ho. Usne ek naya drink liya aur thodi doori par, ek pillar ke peeche se, Geeti aur Mr. Sinha ko chupke se dekhne laga. Uski aankhon mein shaitaani chamak thi, aur uske hothon par ek gandhi muskaan aa gayi thi.
Pool mein, Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ko apni taraf zor se khincha tha. Unka haath ab Geeti ke buttocks ko masal raha tha, paani ke neeche, jahan koi dekh nahi sakta tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke kaan mein fusfusate hue, unki aawaz mein ab koi control nahi tha) Ahh, Geeti... tumhari yeh garmi... isne toh mujhe poori tarah se pagal kar diya hai. Tum bilkul waisi hi ho jaisa maine socha tha... ek dum hotwife!
Geeti ne apni aankhen band kar li. Mr. Sinha ka haath ab paani ke neeche, uski bikini ke edges ko touch kar raha tha, aur Geeti ke andar ek naya current daud raha tha. Uska shareer aag ki tarah jal raha tha, par uske chehre par abhi bhi wahi composure tha.
Geeti: (Dheere se, uski saansein tez thi) Sir... Raghavan dekh lega.
Mr. Sinha: (Haste hue, unhone apne hoth Geeti ki gardan par pher diye) Dekhne do. Uske liye hi toh yeh sab ho raha hai, beta. Woh bhi toh humare team ka hissa hai.
Iske baad, Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ko apne se thoda alag kiya, par unka haath ab bhi Geeti ke buttocks par tha. Unhone Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha, jahan ab submission aur excitement dono the.
Mr. Sinha ne apni nazrein Raghavan ki taraf ghumai, jo pillar ke peeche se chupke se dekh raha tha. Unhone ek shaitaani smile di.
Mr. Sinha: (Raghavan ki taraf dekhkar, unki aawaz poori pool area mein ghoonj uthi, par itni bhi zor se nahi ki koi aur passenger sun paye) Raghavan! Bas itni door se hi dekhoge? Ya humare 'business' mein shamil bhi hoge? Aa jao, paani bahut achha hai!
Raghavan ek pal ke liye hakka-bakka reh gaya. Use yakeen nahi hua ki Mr. Sinha ne use openly invite kiya hai. Uski aankhon mein ek dum se lust aur excitement aa gayi. Uski purani jealousy poori tarah se khatm ho chuki thi.
Geeti ne bhi Raghavan ki taraf dekha, uske hothon par ek challenge bhari muskaan thi, jaise keh rahi ho, "Himmat hai toh aa jao."
Raghavan ne bina kisi sharam ke, apna cocktail glass table par phenka. Usne jaldi se apna robe utara aur pool ki taraf badha. Uski aankhon mein ab sirf shikar dikh raha tha.
Raghavan: (Pool ke paas aakar, uski aawaz mein nasha tha) Sir! Agar MD khud invite karein, toh kaun mana kar sakta hai? Main abhi aata hoon, Geeti!
Woh pool mein utar gaya, uski nazrein Geeti ke bikini-clad body par thehri hui thi. Ab pool mein teen log the, aur unki shaam abhi shuru hi hui thi.




Raghavan, aab poori tarah se aag mein tha. Woh tezi se Geeti ki taraf badha, jahan Geeti aur Mr. Sinha pehle se hi ek doosre se chipke hue the. Raghavan ne Geeti ke doosre taraf position li, aur ab Geeti un dono mardon ke beech mein thi—ek living sandwich of desire.
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li, uski aankhon mein ek vijayi aur shaitani chamak thi. Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha, yeh uska ultimate fantasy tha, jo Soham ne uske liye plan kiya tha—do bade aur shaktishali mardon ke beech mein hona.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ko pehli taraf se kas kar pakadte hue, Raghavan ki taraf dekhkar) Toh, Raghavan. Ab tum bhi team mein ho. Pehli business meeting toh yahi hoti hai, hai na Geeti? Teamwork!
Geeti: (Raghavan ki taraf dekhte hue, uski peeth Mr. Sinha ke mazboot seene se lagi thi) Bilkul, Sir. Teamwork makes the dream work. Aur aap dono ke beech mein... (usne thoda sa lachakte hue) ...mujhe bahut zyada support mil raha hai.
Raghavan ki aankhon mein shuddh hawas thi. Uska haath turant paani ke neeche gaya aur usne Geeti ki kamar ko pakad liya. Jaisa hi uska haath Geeti ki nangi kamar se laga, Geeti ke munh se ek halki moan nikal gayi.
Raghavan: (Geeti ke kaan ke paas jhukkar, uski awaaz mein ek bhookha nasha tha) Mujhe yeh support bohot pasand hai, Geeti. Main toh hamesha se ready tha tumhare saath team banane ke liye.
Mr. Sinha, is triple intimacy ka poora maza le rahe the. Unka haath ab Geeti ke bikini top ke neeche ki taraf badh raha tha, uski chikni pet ko sehla raha tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Raghavan se nazrein milate hue) Raghavan, team work mein loyalty bahut zaroori hai. Geeti ne yeh bikini khaas mere liye pehni hai. Tumhe uska poora khayal rakhna hoga.
Geeti: (Unke beech mein phansi hui, ab uska control toot raha tha. Uski saansein tez ho gayi) Sir, Raghavan mera manager hai. Woh hamesha mera khayal rakhta hai... meeting se pehle bhi...
Raghavan ne is baat ko hint ki tarah liya. Uska haath aur neeche gaya aur usne Geeti ke buttocks ko zor se masal diya.
Raghavan: (Mr. Sinha ko challenge karte hue) Geeti ka khayal rakhna meri duty hai, Sir. Aur duty se main kabhi peeche nahi hat-ta.
Mr. Sinha ne bhi jawab diya. Unka haath Geeti ke pet se hote hue, uske bikini bottom ke edge tak pahunch gaya, aur unhone aahista se uski inner thigh ko sehla diya. Geeti ki aankhen phir band ho gayi, aur uske hothon se ek tez sargoshi nikal gayi.
Geeti: (Dono mardon ke beech mein) Ohhh... Sir... Raghavan...
Paani ke neeche, yeh teenon ek doosre ko masal rahe the, har touch ke saath nayi aag laga rahe the. Pool ka garam paani unke shareer ki garmi se aur zyada garam ho chuka tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Ek deep, low voice mein) Dekho, Geeti. Tum dono taraf se kitni achhi lag rahi ho. Tumhari tarraki dono hath se hone wali hai.
Raghavan: (Geeti ke kaan mein, uski saanson ko mehsoos karte hue) Tum Queen ho, Geeti. Aur hum dono tumhare bodyguards hain. Aur hum poori raat duty karenge.
Geeti ab bikini-clad, nangi nahi thi, par use aisa lag raha tha jaise usne kuch nahi pehna hua hai. Uske shareer ke har hisse par do mardon ka zor tha. Woh kisi aur duniya mein ja chuki thi.



Geeti, Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan ke beech mein, ab poori tarah se unke control mein thi. Pool ka garam paani, Bangkok ki thandi hawa, aur unki saanson ki garmi ne ek ajeeb sa fusion bana diya tha. Raghavan ka haath Geeti ke buttocks par tha, jise woh ab khulkar masal raha tha. Mr. Sinha ka haath Geeti ke pet se hota hua, uske bikini bottom ke andar sarak chuka tha, aur uski ungliyan ab Geeti ki nangi skin ko sehla rahi thi.
Geeti ki aankhen band thi, uske hothon se halki moans nikal rahi thi. Uski body ek dam responsive thi. Uska sar kabhi Mr. Sinha ke kandhe par tikta, toh kabhi Raghavan ke.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke kaan ke paas, unki aawaz mein jeeta hua ghamand tha) Dekho, Geeti. Tum kitni sundar lag rahi ho, is triple embrace mein. Yeh hai asli power... asli business deal.
Raghavan ne bhi Geeti ke kaan mein fusfusaya.
Raghavan: (Uski aawaz mein bhookh thi) Tumhara har ang... Geeti... yeh sab kuch mera hai. Tum meri property ho.
Geeti ne apni aankhen kholi, aur dono mardon ki aankhon mein dekha. Uski nazron mein ab sharam nahi thi, sirf acceptance aur excitement thi. Usne apne hothon ko kaata.
Geeti: (Dheere se, uski awaaz mein nasha tha) Main... main aapki property nahi, Raghavan. Main toh MD Sir ki special asset hoon. Aur aap dono ko share kar rahi hoon... for a big promotion.
Mr. Sinha is baat se aur zyada excited ho gaye. Unka haath Geeti ke bikini bottom ke andar, uski pubic area ko halke se chu raha tha. Raghavan ne bhi jawab diya, usne Geeti ko aur zyada kas kar pakad liya.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke kaan mein, ab unki aawaz mein gandhi desire thi) Sach kaha, beta. Tum meri special asset ho. Aur Raghavan ko toh bas bonus mil raha hai. Par yeh bonus bhi uske liye lifetime achievement hai.
Geeti ka poora shareer ab halke se kamp raha tha. Usne apne haath uthaye aur Mr. Sinha ke gale ko pakad liya. Raghavan ne bhi apne haath Geeti ke kamar par rakhe the, aur use apne se chipka liya tha.
Dono mardon ne Geeti ko apne beech daboch rakha tha, paani ke neeche, unke haath Geeti ke har ang ko explore kar rahe the. Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ke hothon ko dhire se chooma, aur phir Raghavan ne bhi Geeti ke gaal par ek kiss kiya.
Geeti ab saanson ke liye haanp rahi thi. Uski dhadkan tez ho chuki thi. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh sirf shuruat hai, aur asli khel toh abhi baki hai. Pool ka paani unki nayi shuruat ka gawah ban raha tha.




Pool ka paani ab unke liye ek parda ban chuka tha, jiske neeche har hadd toot chuki thi. Geeti, Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan ke beech mein, poori tarah se surrender kar chuki thi. Uski aankhon mein nasha tha, aur uski body dono mardon ki ghulami sweekar kar chuki thi.
Raghavan ki aankhon mein shikar ki bhookh thi. Usne bina kisi warning ke, apne haath bikini top ke neeche daal diye. Geeti ki skin ke contact mein aate hi, uska zor aur badh gaya. Uske haath turant Geeti ke boobs par pahunche, aur usne unhe kas kar pakad liya.
Geeti ki tight, choosy nipples uske hathon ki hatheliyon mein the, jinko Raghavan berehmi se masal raha tha. Geeti ki saans gale mein phans gayi, uske hothon se ek bhi awaaz nahi nikli, bas uske jism mein ek tez current daud gaya.
Mr. Sinha ne is beech ko dekha, aur unka dhairya bhi toot gaya. Unka haath, jo pehle se hi Geeti ki inner thigh par tha, ab bikini bottom ke neeche sarak gaya. Paani ki madhyamta mein, unki ungliyan Geeti ki soft, gili chut ki taraf badhi.
Jaise hi Mr. Sinha ki ungliyan Geeti ki garam aur thodi chipchipi geeli chut se takraai, Geeti ki aankhen zor se band ho gayi. Uske munh se ek tez, un-controlled "Ahhhh!" ki lambi moan nikal gayi, jo pool ke shaant atmosphere mein sirf un teeno ne suni.
Geeti: (Dono ke beech mein, dard aur maze se bhari awaaz mein) Ohh… Sir! Ahhh… Raghavan!
Raghavan, is tez moan se aur bhi wild ho gaya. Usne apne hoth Geeti ki gardan par ghumaye aur halke se uski skin ko kaat liya.
Raghavan: (Geeti ki skin ko chabaate hue, uski saanson ki garmi Geeti ke kaan par thi) Tum bahut meethi ho, Geeti. Bahut meethi!
Uske turant baad, Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ke hothon ko apne hothon mein qaid kar liya, ek passionate, gehra kiss dete hue. Raghavan Geeti ki neck ko bite kar raha tha, aur Mr. Sinha uske hothon ko choom rahe the. Geeti dono mardon ke beech mein, aag aur paani ke beech, madhosh hokar tez moans kar rahi thi.
Paani ke neeche, Mr. Sinha ki ungliyan ab Geeti ki chut par zor se dabaav bana rahi thi, jiske jawaab mein Geeti ka shareer zor se thirak utha. Uski chut se zyada geelapan nikal chuka tha, jo paani mein ghul raha tha.
Geeti puri tarah se unke hawaale ho chuki thi. Uska mangalsutra uske gale mein, uske pati Soham ke naam ka, is forbidden play ka mute witness ban chuka tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Kiss todte hue, ek antim, commanding awaaz mein) Bas! Ab aur nahi, Geeti. Hotel room. Abhi!
Mr. Sinha ne final decision le liya hai.



Mr. Sinha ke commanding order ke baad, pool ka maahol ek dum se badal gaya. Geeti, abhi bhi madhosh thi, uska poora jism aag ki tarah jal raha tha. Paani ke neeche, Mr. Sinha ka haath abhi bhi uski chut par tha, jisne abhi-abhi tez geelapan choda tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ki aankhon mein dekhte hue, unki aawaz control se bhari thi) Chalo, bahar niklo. Yeh meeting ab aur private location par hogi.
Geeti, bina koi awaaz nikale, Mr. Sinha ki taraf sar jhuka diya. Mr. Sinha ne dheere se apna haath Geeti ki chut se nikala. Jaise hi unka haath bahar nikla, unhone apne ungliyon ko apne munh tak laya.
Geeti: (Raghavan ki taraf dekhte hue, uski aankhon mein sharam aur bechaini thi) Sir...
Mr. Sinha: (Apni ungliyon ko chaat-te hue, unka chehra satisfied tha) Ahh... Meetha! Bilkul shehad jaisa, Geeti. Isse waste nahi kar sakte the. Tumne release kiya, aur maine uska taste le liya. Ab main ready hoon.
Mr. Sinha ka yeh bold aur public action dekhkar Geeti ki aankhen hairat se khul gayi. Raghavan bhi yeh sab dekhkar aur zyada horny ho gaya.
Raghavan: (Apne honth geela karte hue) Sir, aapne toh mahaul hi bana diya. Main toh ab wait nahi kar sakta.
Teenon turant pool se bahar nikle. Geeti ne jaldi se apna sheer white sarong lapet liya. Uske bikini aur sarong dono poori tarah se geele the, jo uski gili hotness ko aur badha rahe the.
Mr. Sinha ne apne robe ko pehna. Raghavan ne bhi wahi kiya. Teenon, jinke jism ka har ang horny tha, jaldi se lift ki taraf badhe.
Lift mein unke beech ghehri shaanti thi. Lift ki deewaron mein lagi mirrors mein, Geeti ne apne aap ko dekha—bikini mein, mangalsutra aur bindi ke saath, do taqatwar mardon ke beech mein, jo uske jism ki garmi mehsoos kar rahe the. Uski saansein tez thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Dheere se, Geeti ki kamar par apna haath rakhte hue) Tum bahut bechain ho, Geeti. Mujhse control nahi ho raha.
Geeti: (Aankhen band karte hue) Sir... aapne taste le liya... ab yeh bechaini sirf hotel room mein hi khatam ho sakti hai.
Lift 22nd floor par ruki. Corridor mein koi nahi tha. Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ko kas kar pakad liya aur Room No. 2205 (Geeti ka room) ki taraf chal diye. Raghavan, unke peeche chal raha tha, uski aankhon mein hawas thi.
Geeti ne kaanpte hue hath se room ka darwaza khola. Jaise hi woh andar ghusi, Mr. Sinha ne darwaza band kiya aur lock laga diya.
Room ka mahol shaant aur luxurious tha. Bahar Bangkok ki roshniyan chamak rahi thi. Par ab teenon ka dhyan roshniyon par nahi, balki ek doosre par tha.





Mr. Sinha: (Apna robe nikalte hue, sirf trunks mein) Geeti. Tayyar ho jao. Yeh meeting lambi chalne wali hai.

Raghavan bhi apna robe nolte hue aage badha. Geeti, bikini aur sarong mein, bed ke paas khadi thi. Uski dhadkan ab aakhri speed par thi.

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Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan, dono ne apne robe utaar diye the, sirf swimming trunks mein the, aur unki aankhon mein shikar ki aag thi. Geeti, bikini aur sarong mein, bed ke paas khadi thi, uski saansein tez aadhi ho chuki thi. Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ko tezii se bed ki taraf dhaka diya.
Mr. Sinha: (Commanding awaaz mein) Let jao, Geeti. Ab koi intezar nahi.
Geeti, bina koi virodh kiye, aram se bed par chit let gayi. Uska gila sarong aur bikini uske figure ko aur zyada seductive bana rahe the.
Mr. Sinha turant bed par chadh gaye, aur Geeti ke upar jhuk gaye. Unhone apne honth Geeti ke honthon se mila diye, ek gehra, bhookha kiss shuru kiya. Geeti ne bhi response kiya, ab uski sharam lagbhag gayab ho chuki thi. Uska mangalsutra uski neck par jhoom raha tha.
Idhar, Raghavan bed ke neeche ghutnon ke bal baith gaya. Uski aankhon mein pagalpan tha. Usne dheere se Geeti ke paaon ko pakda.
Raghavan: (Ek deewani sargoshi mein) Main toh service niche se shuru karunga, Geeti. MD Sir ko upar ka rajya milne do.
Raghavan ne Geeti ke paaon ko choomna shuru kiya. Pehle paaon ke talwe ko, phir gitte (ankles) ko, aur phir dheere-dheere upar ki taraf badha. Uski garam zubaan aur halke honth Geeti ki chikni skin par ek current chhod rahe the. Geeti ke munh se halki siskaari nikal gayi, jo Mr. Sinha ke kiss mein dab gayi.
Raghavan ne Geeti ka sarong hata diya. Ab Geeti sirf bikini mein thi. Raghavan ki nazrein uski bikini bottom par thehri thi, par woh control kar raha tha. Uski jeebh ab Geeti ke ghutnon se hote hue, thighs ki taraf badh rahi thi. Geeti ke tight thighs ko choomte aur chaat-te hue, Raghavan khud bhi horny ho raha tha.
Upar, Mr. Sinha ne kiss toda. Unhone Geeti ke bikini top ke straps ko pakda.
Mr. Sinha: (Saans phoolte hue) Ab yeh parda utrega, Geeti. Tumhe poori tarah dekhna hai.
Mr. Sinha ne zor se Geeti ka bikini top utaar diya. Dark emerald green top room mein gir gaya.
Geeti ke soft, ubhre hue, tight boobs ab poori tarah se khule the. Raat bhar ki intimacy aur current excitement ki wajah se Geeti ke nipples ek dam tight aur hard the, jaise do chote angoor.
Mr. Sinha ki aankhon mein jeet aur hawas ki chamak thi. Unhone ek pal ke liye Geeti ke halke kaanpte hue tight boobs ko dekha.
Mr. Sinha: (Apni aawaaz mein nasha tha) Waah! Tum toh khazana ho, Geeti!
Mr. Sinha ne bina koi der kiye, Geeti ke upar chadh gaye. Unhone apna munh Geeti ke ek nipple par rakha, aur zor se use chusna shuru kar diya. Geeti ki tez siskaari ab poore room mein goonj uthi.
Geeti: (Apni kamar uchhalte hue) Ahhh! Sir! Please!
Neeche, Raghavan ki jeebh ab Geeti ki bikini bottom ke bilkul paas thi, uski garam chut ki khushboo use deewana bana rahi thi.




Mr. Sinha Geeti ke boobs ko zor-zor se chus rahe the, aur Geeti ke munh se tez siskaariyan nikal rahi thi. Neeche, Raghavan aur zyada bechain ho chuka tha. Usne ab aur control nahi kiya.
Raghavan: (Ek deewangi bhari awaaz mein) Ab aur nahi!
Raghavan ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke, Geeti ki bikini bottom ke dono taraf se pakda aur use tezii se neeche kheencha. Bikini bottom Geeti ke jaanghon par latak gaya.
Geeti ki poori chut, jo abhi bhi geeli aur chamakdaar thi, Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan ke samne poori tarah se khul chuki thi. Uski saaf shaven chut aur uski soft, phooli hui lips, is forbidden feast ke liye tayyar thi.
Geeti ne zor se apne hoth kaat liye, par uske jism mein ek jhatka laga. Raghavan ne ek pal ke liye apne shikar ko dekha, aur phir bhookhe ki tarah uske upar jhuk gaya.
Raghavan: (Ek lambii, gehri saans lete hue) Ahhh... Geeti... tumhari khushboo! Yeh toh jannat hai!
Raghavan ne Geeti ki chut par apne hoth rakh diye aur use tezii se chaatna shuru kar diya. Geeti ke maathe par paseena aa gaya. Upar Mr. Sinha ne chumna chhod diya, aur Geeti ki tight nipples ko apni ungliyon se masalte hue, neeche Raghavan ki performance dekhne lage.
Geeti: (Dard aur maze se kampti hui) Ahhh... Ohhh... Raghavan... Raghavan!
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ki chhati par jhukte hue, Raghavan ko guide karte hue) Achha kar rahe ho, Raghavan. Isse khush karo. Tumhari tarraki is par depend karti hai!
Geeti ab dono taraf se intense stimulation mein thi. Upar Mr. Sinha ke zor se masalte hue haath, aur neeche Raghavan ki bhookhi jeebh.
Isi beech, Geeti ne kisi tarah apne aap ko control kiya. Usne Mr. Sinha ke kandhe ko zor se pakda.
Geeti: (Apni tez saanson ke beech) Sir... Ruk... ruk jaiye!
Mr. Sinha thoda hairaan hue aur ruk gaye. Raghavan bhi na-chahate hue bhi apna munh uski chut se hata liya. Geeti ki chut abhi bhi chamak rahi thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Gusse se) Kya hua, Geeti? Is waqt!
Geeti: (Gehri saans lete hue, uski aankhon mein ab hotness ke saath business bhi tha) Sir. Pehle negotiation. Aapne promotion ka vaada kiya tha.
Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono hairan reh gaye. Is extreme intimacy ke beech Geeti ko business yaad tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Muskurate hue, unka gussa khushi mein badal gaya) Tum kamaal ho, Geeti! Sach mein hotwife! Theek hai. Bolo!
Geeti: (Apne boobs ko halke se Ragahavan ki taraf dikhate hue) Sir, mujhe Vice President ki position chahiye. Double salary. Aur Bangkok ki properties mein special commission bhi.
Raghavan shocked tha. Mr. Sinha ne zor se hansa.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke hothon par apna munh rakhte hue) Done! Vice President tumhari hui. Ab payment do!
Geeti ne hansi aur apni aankhen band kar li.
Geeti: (Ek sargoshi mein) Poora payment aapka hai, Sir.

ko aur zyada uttejit kar diya tha. Ab woh sirf horny nahi the, balki jeet ki khushi aur Geeti ki compliance ki garmi mein doobe hue the.
Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ke hothon par se apna munh hataya. Unki aankhon mein guroor tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke kanpte hue, tight nipples ko masalte hue) Achha decision liya, Geeti. Vice President ki seat bahut mehengi hoti hai. Aur tumne sahi daam chukaane ka vaada kiya hai. Ab payment shuru karo.
Raghavan ab intezar nahi kar sakta tha. Uska haath turant Geeti ki tight thighs par gaya.
Raghavan: (Mr. Sinha ki taraf dekhte hue) Sir, main shuru karun? Maine bahut sabar kiya hai.
Mr. Sinha: (Haste hue, Geeti ke boobs ko chhod kar, uske pet ko sehlaate hue) Teamwork, Raghavan. Teamwork! Aao!
Mr. Sinha ne apni position thodi badli. Woh ab Geeti ke upar se thoda side mein ho gaye, jisse Raghavan ko Geeti ki poori body tak aane ka rasta mil gaya.
Raghavan ne turant is mauke ka faayda uthaya. Woh Geeti ke boobs ke paas aaya aur Mr. Sinha ki adhi-chusi hui nipple ko apne munh mein bhar liya.
Raghavan: (Chusne ki awaaz ke beech) Ahh... Swadisht!
Geeti ne zor se kamar uchhaali. Uske dono boobs ab dono mardon ke munh aur hathon ke beech the. Raghavan tezii se chus raha tha, aur Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ka doosra boob apne hathon mein le liya aur use zor se masalna shuru kar diya.
Geeti: (Apni moan ko control karne ki koshish karte hue) Ohhh! Zyada zor se... Raghavan!
Neeche, Mr. Sinha ne apna haath phir se Geeti ki chut ki taraf badhaya. Is baar, unhone apni do ungliyan Geeti ki geeli chut ke andar daal di.
Geeti: (Bed par siskariyan lete hue) Ahhh! Andar! Mr. Sinha!
Raghavan ne jab dekha ki Mr. Sinha ne penetration shuru kar di hai, toh woh aur bhi wild ho gaya. Usne Geeti ki nipple chhod di aur uske gaal par apna munh ragadna shuru kiya. Uska haath Geeti ki chut ki taraf badha, jahaan Mr. Sinha ki ungliyan pehle se hi thi.
Raghavan: (Gusse se) Ruko, Sir! Main bhi team mein hoon!
Raghavan ne ek ungli aur tezii se Geeti ki chut ke chhed mein daal di, Mr. Sinha ki ungliyon ke bilkul bagal mein. Geeti ab teen ungliyon se fully penetrated thi.
Geeti: (Ek lambii, dardbhari moan nikal gayi) AHHHHHH! Maaar dala! Dono... Ohh!
Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono ab Geeti ko poori takat se stimulate kar rahe the. Ek taraf teen ungliyon ki tez ghus-paith, aur doosri taraf raghavan ka munh Geeti ke kaan mein gandi baatein kar raha tha.
Geeti ki saanson ki awaaz, do mardon ki tez saanson aur bikini bottom ki halki sarakne ki awaaz ke beech, Bangkok ki raat mein goonj rahi thi.

Geeti ki chut ab Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan ki teen ungliyon ke beech zor-zor se masli ja rahi thi. Uski dono nipples abhi bhi dard aur maze se tanav mein the. Geeti ki aankhen poori tarah se band thi, aur uske hothon se sirf moans nikal rahi thi.
Mr. Sinha ne apni ungliyon ki raftaar tez kar di, aur Raghavan bhi unka saath de raha tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke kaan mein, unki aawaaz ghutne lagi thi) Bolo! Bolo, Geeti! Nikalne waala hai? Tumhari promotion pakki hai! Release!
Raghavan: (Geeti ke pet ko sehlaate hue) Aahhh! Geeti! Main bhi aa raha hoon! Bas!
Geeti ka poora jism aakhri hadd tak pahunch chuka tha. Uski kamar tezii se bed se uth rahi thi. Uski saanson ki awaaz ab cheekh mein badalne waali thi.
Geeti: (Ek lambii, dardbhari cheekh ke saath) AHHHHHHHHH! Sirrr... Ohhh Godddd!
Geeti ka shareer zor se thirak utha. Uski tight chut ne dono mardon ki ungliyon ko zor se bheench liya. Uski geeli garmi aur tez lava unki ungliyon par bahar nikal gaya. Geeti poori tarah se thak kar dheere se bed par gir gayi. Uska shareer abhi bhi halke-halke kamp raha tha.
Raghavan aur Mr. Sinha dono ne ek saath apni ungliyan bahar nikali. Geeti ki chut abhi bhi chamak rahi thi, uski discharge se.
Mr. Sinha: (Sargoshi mein, unke chehre par jeet ka ghamand tha) Bahut khoob, Vice President! Tumne apni pehli negotiation jeet li. Aur payment toh lajawab tha.
Raghavan, khushi aur apmaan dono se bhar gaya. Usne turant apne hath Geeti ki chut se nikle geele discharge se chaat liye.
Raghavan: (Awaaz mein nasha tha) Sir, I got my bonus.
Geeti abhi bhi saans lene ki koshish kar rahi thi. Uski aankhen gehri neend mein thi. Uski saari energy nikal chuki thi.
Mr. Sinha ne apni ungliyon ko bhi chaata, aur phir Raghavan ki taraf dekha.
Mr. Sinha: (Raghavan ki taraf dekhte hue) Ab asli game shuru. Tum tayyar ho? Geeti ko dono taraf se khush karna hai. Yeh Vice President ki position aasaan nahi hoti.
Geeti, thak kar chup ho chuki thi, par uski geeli chut aur uski hothon ki muskaan bata rahi thi ki woh aage ke khel ke liye tayyar hai.





Geeti, abhi bhi tez saansein le rahi thi, thak kar bed par adhi leti hui thi. Uski chut aur boobs abhi bhi stimulation ki garmi se laal the. Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono ne ek doosre ki taraf dekha, aur phir bina soche apne swimming trunks utaar diye.
Room ki halki roshni mein, Geeti ke samne do poori tarah se khade hue lund the—Mr. Sinha ka motta, thoda jhoolda hua lund, aur Raghavan ka lamba aur tanavpurn lund. Dono khade the, Geeti ki seva ke liye poori tarah se tayyar.
Geeti ne dheere se apni aankhein kholi. Usne halke se muskurate hue, bed par baith gayi. Uski gili, nangi body un dono mardon ke samne thi. Usne ek pal ke liye dono ke khade lund ko dekha, aur phir apni nazrein upar ki, unki aankhon mein.
Geeti: (Ek meethi, par bahut confident awaaz mein) Toh, Vice President ki seat sasti nahi aati, Sir. Aur payment hamesha advance mein nahi hota. Ab game mere rules par hoga.
Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan, dono aag mein the, par Geeti ke bold control ne unhe rukne par majboor kar diya. Dono Geeti ke kareeb aaye.
Geeti ne shuruat Mr. Sinha se ki. Usne apna haath aage badhaya aur Mr. Sinha ke motte lund ko halke se pakda. Uski ungliyan lund ki garmi ko mehsoos kar rahi thi. Geeti ne uske lund ko dheere se upar-neeche kiya.
Mr. Sinha: (Siskaari lete hue) Ahh... Geeti... meri jaan...
Raghavan ko jaldi thi. Usne apna lund Geeti ke munh ke paas laya.
Raghavan: (Bechaini se) Mera bhi... Geeti! Mera bhi dekho!
Geeti ne muskurate hue Raghavan ki taraf dekha. Usne chupke se Mr. Sinha ke lund ko apne haath se chhod diya, aur Raghavan ke lamba lund ko pakad liya. Usne dono lund ko alag-alag kuch der sehlaaya, jisse un dono ki bechaini aur badh gayi. Geeti un dono ko khulkar tease kar rahi thi.
Geeti: (Ek shaitani hansi ke saath) Itni jaldi kya hai, Raghavan? Mera munh koi machine nahi hai. Dono ko aaraam se taste karungi.
Usne Raghavan ke lund ko halke se apne munh tak laya. Pehle usne uske top ko chooma, phir apni jeebh se uske aage ke chhed ko halka sa chaata. Raghavan ke munh se tez moan nikal gayi.
Raghavan: (Aankhen band karte hue) Ahh... Geeti!
Geeti ne Raghavan ka lund chhod diya, aur turant Mr. Sinha ke lund ki taraf badhi. Usne Mr. Sinha ke lund ko apne munh mein bhara, aur ice cream ki tarah chumna aur chatna shuru kar diya. Geeti dono ke lund ko ek ke baad ek sehla rahi thi, kabhi hathon se, toh kabhi munh se.
Mr. Sinha: (Khushi se) Ahhh... Rukna nahi, Geeti. Chuso!
Geeti ka yeh dual act dekhkar, Raghavan aur Mr. Sinha dono khade khade apni bechaini mein sisak rahe the. Geeti apni hotwife power ka poori tarah se istemaal kar rahi thi.
This is a powerful scene of oral intimacy.



Geeti, abhi bhi dono lundon ko ek ke baad ek choom aur chaat rahi thi, unhe poori tarah se tease karte hue. Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan, dono ab bechaini ki aakhri seema par the. Unke chehre par lust aur ghamand dono the.
Geeti: (Raghavan ke lund ko halke se choomte hue, uski aankhon mein dekha) Aap dono itne garam ho chuke hain... lagta hai ice cream ki do ball ek saath leni padegi.
Geeti ne yeh kaha, aur turant Raghavan ke lund ko munh se bahar nikal liya. Usne apne haathon se dono lundon ko ek saath pakda aur apne hothon ke paas laya.
Mr. Sinha: (Siskaari lete hue) Ahh! Geeti! Aahista!
Raghavan: (Ghutnon par jhukte hue) Haan! Ek saath! Tumhari ghulami karenge!
Geeti ne apna munh khola aur dono mardon ke lund ko ek saath munh mein bharna shuru kiya. Pehle top, phir dheere-dheere lund ki lambai. Mr. Sinha ka motta lund aur Raghavan ka lamba lund uske munh ko poori tarah se bhar chuke the.
Geeti aahista aahista unhe chusti aur choosne lagi. Uske gale tak lundon ki garmi mehsoos ho rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par usne control nahi khoya.
Geeti: (Munh mein dono lundon ke saath ghutti hui awaaz mein) Hmmmm... double... power...
Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono, aankhen band kiye, Geeti ke is adbhut chumban ka poora maza le rahe the. Unke haath Geeti ke sir par the, use aur gehra lene ke liye madad kar rahe the.
Mr. Sinha: (Saans phoolte hue) Gehra! Aur gehra, Geeti! VP ki position... aur gehra!
Raghavan: (Uska jism kaanp raha tha) Tum kamaal ho, Geeti! Ab toh... nahi rukunga!
Geeti ne dono lundon ko apne munh se tezii se andar-bahar karna shuru kiya. Uski saanson ki raftaar bilkul band thi, par uska munh tezii se kaam kar raha tha.
Yeh dual oral sex un dono mardon ke liye aakhri hadd thi. Unka poora jism ab nikaalne ke aakhri pal par tha. Unki aankhon mein khushi aur dhyan Geeti ke munh par tha.
Geeti, dono lundon ko ek saath chusti hui, apni nangi body ko bed par adha litaye, apni hotwife duty poori kar rahi thi.

Raghavan, jiska lund Geeti ke munh mein tha, usne Mr. Sinha ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein shraaddha thi.
Raghavan: (Geeti ke munh se apna lund thoda bahar nikalte hue, uski aawaaz halki siskaari se bhari thi) Sir. Aap senior hain, aap MD hain. Pehle aapki baari. Main aasist karunga.
Mr. Sinha ne ek vijayi muskaan di. Unhone dheere se Geeti ke munh se apna lund bahar nikala. Geeti ki saansein tez ho gayi, par usne turant Raghavan ke lund ko apne hothon mein wapas le liya.
Raghavan ne Geeti ko bed par wapas lita diya. Geeti ki nangi body, abhi bhi geeli aur chamakti hui, poori tarah se khul gayi. Raghavan ne apna lund Geeti ke munh mein aur gehra daal diya, jisse Geeti ka dhyan bhatka rahe.
Mr. Sinha apne haathon se Geeti ke boobs ko sehlaate hue, uske upar chadh gaye. Unka motta lund Geeti ki geeli chut par ragadne laga. Geeti ne tez saans li, uski nazar abhi bhi Raghavan par thi, jiska lund uske munh mein poori tarah se bhara tha.
Geeti: (Munh mein lund hone ki wajah se ghutti hui sargoshi mein) Hmmm... Ahhh... Sir...
Mr. Sinha ne ek pal ke liye apna lund Geeti ki chut ke chhed par rakha, aur phir ek hi jhatke mein poora lund andar daal diya.
Geeti: (Uske munh se lund nikal gaya, aur ek slow, gehra moan nikal gayi) Ahhhhhh!
Mr. Sinha ka lund Geeti ki tight chut mein poori tarah se fit ho chuka tha. Unhe Geeti ki chut ki tightness aur pichli discharge ki geelapan dono ek saath mehsoos hui.
Mr. Sinha: (Khushi se, Geeti ki taraf jhukte hue) Tight! Tum bahut tight ho, Geeti! Mazedaar!
Mr. Sinha ne apni speed dheere-dheere badhani shuru ki. Pehle halke dhakke, phir zor-zor se. Geeti ko is double penetration (oral aur vaginal) mein bahut zyada maza aa raha tha.
Raghavan ne turant Geeti ke moan sunkar apna lund Geeti ke munh mein wapas daal diya. Geeti ab Mr. Sinha ke dhakko aur Raghavan ke lund ke beech phas chuki thi.
Geeti tezii se Raghavan ke lund ko choos rahi thi, par beach-beach mein woh apna lund munh se nikal kar tez siskaariyan le rahi thi, kyunki Mr. Sinha ke dhakke aur zyada tez ho chuke the.
Geeti: (Apne boobs ko Mr. Sinha ke seene par ragadte hue, dhakko ke saath) Ohh... Zyada... Sir... Zyada tez! Ahhh!
Raghavan, Geeti ke munh mein lund hone ke bawajood, khud bhi dhakke de raha tha, Geeti ke gale mein. Geeti apni hotwife duty ko poori tarah se nibha rahi thi.
Mr. Sinha ne penetration shuru kar di hai, aur Raghavan oral stimulation de raha hai.



Mr. Sinha apni poori taqat se Geeti ko dhakke de rahe the. Geeti ki chut aur boobs dono tez stimulation mein the. Raghavan ka lund abhi bhi Geeti ke munh mein tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke kamar ko zor se pakadte hue) Aahhh! Geeti! VP ki seat... bahut Tight hai! Aur zyada!
Geeti, Mr. Sinha ke dhakko ke beech zor se moan kar rahi thi, par beach-beach mein Raghavan ke lund ko bhi chusna nahi bhool rahi thi. Uski dono duties poori imandaari se chal rahi thi.
Geeti: (Munh mein lund ke saath, tez siskaariyan) Ohhh! Sir! Faster! Ahhh! Raghavan!
Paanch minute tak yeh tez aur garma-garm khel chala. Phir Mr. Sinha ne halke se apna lund Geeti ki chut se bahar nikala.
Mr. Sinha: (Saans phoolte hue) Time to swap.
Raghavan ki aankhon mein shikar ki chamak thi. Jaise hi Mr. Sinha alagu hue, Raghavan turant Geeti ke upar chadh gaya. Geeti ne Raghavan ke lund ko munh se nikal diya.
Geeti: (Raghavan ki taraf dekhte hue, uski aankhon mein challenge tha) Ab tumhari baari, Manager. MD Sir se tez karke dikhao!
Raghavan ne bina der kiye, apna lamba lund Geeti ki garm chut mein ek hi jhatke mein daal diya.
Geeti: (Zor se siskaarte hue) Ahhhhh!
Raghavan ne tez dhakke dena shuru kiya. Mr. Sinha ab bed ke bagal mein khade the, Geeti ke boobs ko sehla rahe the, Raghavan ko guide karte hue.
Mr. Sinha: (Raghavan ki taraf) Achha! Aur zor se! Use aur khush karo!
Geeti dono taraf se maze le rahi thi. Usne apne haath aage badhaye aur Mr. Sinha ke lund ko pakad liya. Raghavan Geeti ko zor-zor se chod raha tha.
Kuch der baad, Mr. Sinha ne apni position phir badli. Unhone Raghavan ko alag hone ka ishara kiya.
Mr. Sinha: Enough! Ab meri pasandida position!
Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ko uthaya aur apni god mein bitha liya. Geeti ka munh Mr. Sinha ke kandhe par tha, aur uska lund ab Geeti ki chut mein tha, upar-neeche ho raha tha.
Raghavan ne turant kamre ke ek corner se whiskey bottle aur glass uthaya. Woh bed ke paas ki single chair par baith gaya.
Raghavan: (Whiskey glass hath mein lete hue) Cheers, Sir! Main break leta hoon, aur aapka show dekhta hoon!
Raghavan aram se whiskey peene laga, aankhon mein khuli hawas ke saath Geeti aur Mr. Sinha ke khel ko dekhne laga. Geeti, MD ki god mein baithi hui, zor-zor se dhakke kha rahi thi. Uski dono duty abhi bhi jari thi – MD ko khush karna, aur Raghavan ko show dikhana.

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Mr. Sinha, Geeti ko apni god mein kas kar pakde hue the, aur tez dhakke de rahe the. Geeti ki chut abhi bhi garm aur tight thi, Mr. Sinha ke motte lund ko zor se bheench rahi thi. Raghavan, chair par baithkar, whiskey ke ghoont lete hue, poore show ka anand le raha tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Saanson ki tez awaaz mein) Geeti! Tum lajawaab ho! Vice President... tumhari hui!
Geeti, unki god mein uchhalte hue, unke kandhe ko zor se pakde hue thi. Uski moans ab tez cheekhon mein badal chuki thi.
Geeti: (Kampti hui) Ahhh! Sir! Zyada! Mujhe aur zyada chahiye! Poora payment do!
Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ko aur zyada kareeb khincha, aur apni kamar se do aakhri, zor-daar dhakke diye. Heavy thrusts ki awaaz poore room mein goonj uthi.
Mr. Sinha: (Ek tez garjan ke saath) Le lo! Geeti! Lelo apna promotion!
Mr. Sinha ka poora lund, Geeti ki garm chut ke andar, zor se jhatke lene laga. Unka gaadha veerya (semen) Geeti ki chut mein bharne laga. Geeti ne tez siskaari ke saath, Mr. Sinha ko kas kar pakad liya.
Mr. Sinha, thak kar, halke se Geeti ki god mein sir jhuka liya. Unka lund abhi bhi Geeti ke andar poori tarah se bhara tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Halke se) Ahhh... Break!
Raghavan ne turant apna whiskey glass side mein rakha. Usne apni shirt utaar di. Uski aankhon mein ab MD ki performance dekhne ke baad apna score badhane ka junoon tha.
Raghavan: (Mr. Sinha ki taraf shraaddha se dekhte hue) Lajawaab, Sir! Ab meri baari!
Mr. Sinha ne dheere se Geeti ko apni god se utara aur bed par lita diya. Unka veerya abhi bhi Geeti ki chut se halke se ris raha tha. Mr. Sinha ne apna lund bahar nikala, jo veerya se poora sana hua tha.
Mr. Sinha ne bed ke kinare baith kar apni saans theek karni shuru ki, par unki nazrein abhi bhi Geeti par thi.
Raghavan turant Geeti ke upar chadh gaya. Geeti, abhi bhi MD ke garam veerya se bhari hui thi. Raghavan ne apna lamba, tana hua lund Geeti ki geeli chut par rakha.
Raghavan: (Geeti ke hothon ko choomte hue) Ab Manager ki service! Taiyar ho, Vice President?
Geeti, thaki hui thi, par MD ke veerya ki garmi ne use fir se tayyar kar diya tha. Usne smile kiya.
Geeti: (Uski awaaz nasha aur thakaan se bhari thi) Service shuru karo, Raghavan. Double speed chahiye!
Raghavan ne apna lund ek hi baar mein Geeti ke andar daal diya, jisse MD ka veerya aur bahar nikal aaya.
Mr. Sinha is resting, and Raghavan is in action.



Raghavan ka lamba aur tana hua lund Geeti ke andar poori tarah se fit ho chuka tha. Usne tez dhakke dena shuru kiya, jiska jism MD ke veerya se pehle se hi bhara hua tha. Mr. Sinha bed ke kinare baithe the, apni saans theek karte hue, par unki nazrein poori tarah se Raghavan aur Geeti par thi.
Raghavan: (Geeti ko zor-zor se chodte hue) Aah! Geeti! MD Sir ne aag laga di thi, aur main ab usse shant kar raha hoon!
Geeti tez siskaariyan le rahi thi. Raghavan ke dhakko mein ek alag tarah ka josh tha, jo Mr. Sinha ki experienced taqat se alag tha.
Geeti: (Raghavan ki peeth ko zor se khinchte hue) Aur tez! Raghavan! Aur tez!
Mr. Sinha chupchaap baithe the, unki saans abhi tak bahut tez thi, aur unka lund bhi veerya nikalne ke baad dheere-dheere naram ho raha tha. Geeti ne ek pal ke liye Mr. Sinha ki taraf dekha. Uske chehre par thakaan thi, par hothon par shaitani muskaan.
Geeti: (Raghavan ko apne se chipkaate hue) Sir! Aap aaram kar rahe hain? Meri VP ki duty toh abhi bhi chal rahi hai!
Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ki is public teasing ko turant samjha. Unka chehra ek baar phir laal ho gaya.
Mr. Sinha: (Thoda gusse aur excitement se) Tum bahut shaitaan ho, Geeti! Abhi aur service chahiye?
Geeti: (Raghavan ke dhakko ke beech hansi) Bilkul, Sir! Main double shift karti hoon!
Geeti ne Raghavan ko apane upar chhod diya, aur ek haath aage badha kar Mr. Sinha ke naram ho rahe lund ko pakad liya.
Geeti: (Mr. Sinha ke lund ko halke se sehlaate hue) Service shuru!
Geeti simultaneously do kaam kar rahi thi: Raghavan use zor-zor se chod raha tha, aur woh Mr. Sinha ke lund ko hathon se sehla rahi thi. Mr. Sinha ka naram ho raha lund Geeti ke garam hath ki service se dheere-dheere phir se tanne laga.
Mr. Sinha ne turant apne whiskey glass ko pakda. Unhone ek ghoont li, aur apni aankhon mein khuli hawas ke saath Geeti ka yeh service dekhne lage.
Mr. Sinha: (Whiskey peete hue, Geeti ko aur tez sehlaane ka ishara karte hue) Chalo! Dekhte hain kitni jaldi mere asset ko VP uski poori taqat mein laati hai!
Raghavan, Geeti ke andar-bahar ho raha tha, aur tez dhakke de raha tha.
Raghavan: (Geeti ke kandhe ko chumte hue) Main tumhe aaj raat MD ki best asset banaunga!
Geeti, sabhi tarah ke pressure ko jhelte hue, Raghavan ke lund ko apni chut mein le rahi thi, aur doosri taraf MD ke lund ko apne haathon se service de rahi thi. Uski moans ab tez thi, par uski aankhon mein is powerplay ko jeetne ka junoon tha.

Geeti ki professional service ne apna asar dikhaana shuru kar diya tha. Raghavan, Geeti ke andar tez dhakke de raha tha, aur Geeti ka haath Mr. Sinha ke lund ko poori taqat se sehla raha tha. Mr. Sinha ka lund, jo kuch der pehle naram pad chuka tha, ab Geeti ke jaadui haath ki wajah se dheere-dheere phir se tanne laga.
Mr. Sinha: (Whiskey glass ko side mein rakhte hue, unki aawaaz mein naya josh tha) Ahh... Geeti! Tumhara haath... yeh toh jaadu hai! Mera asset... poori tarah se ready hai service dene ke liye!
Geeti ne muskurate hue Mr. Sinha ki taraf dekha. Uska chehra paseene se bhara tha, par uski aankhon mein jeet thi.
Geeti: (Raghavan ko apne se chipkaate hue) Sir. VP ki duty mein koi kami nahi aati. Poori service dungi!
Mr. Sinha ka lund ab poori tarah se tan chuka tha, Raghavan ke lund ki tarah khada tha. Unka josh ab control mein nahi tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Raghavan ki taraf dekhkar, commanding tone mein) Raghavan. Break! Ab naya challenge!
Raghavan ne na-chahate hue bhi apna lund Geeti ki chut se bahar nikala. Geeti tez saansein le rahi thi. Uska chut abhi bhi garm aur geeli thi, Raghavan ke veerya ka intazaar kar rahi thi.
Mr. Sinha, turant Geeti ke paas aaye. Unhone Geeti ko apne haathon se pakda.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ko apni taraf ghumaate hue) Geeti. Ab naya experience! Tumhari VP ki position ke liye har tarah ki training zaroori hai.
Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ko bed par ghutnon ke bal lita diya, jise doggy style kehte hain. Geeti ki ubhari hui kamar aur phooli hui gaand ab Mr. Sinha ke samne thi. Uska chut aur gaand ka chhed dono poori tarah se expose ho chuke the.
Geeti: (Halke se, apni saanson ko control karte hue) Sir... yeh... yeh konsi training hai?
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ki gaand par halke se thapki dete hue) Yeh hai hardcore training, Geeti. Jisse tumhari position aur pakki ho jayegi.
Raghavan, abhi tak side mein khada tha, uska lund abhi bhi poori tarah se khada tha. Uski nazrein Geeti ki gaand par thehri thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Raghavan ki taraf dekhte hue, unki aankhon mein shaitaani chamak thi) Raghavan! Ab tum meri madad karoge! Tum Geeti ke muh ko busy rakhoge!
Raghavan ke chehre par khushi aa gayi. Usne turant Mr. Sinha ki baat maan li.
Mr. Sinha ne apna motta, tana hua lund Geeti ki gaand ke chhed par rakha. Pehle halke se ragda, phir zor se dabav banaya.
Geeti: (Apni moan ko control karte hue) Ahh... Sir! Yeh bahut tight hai!
Mr. Sinha: (Uski gaand par halke se thapki dete hue) Thodi der! Phir sab theek ho jayega!
Raghavan, Geeti ke aage ghutnon ke bal baith gaya. Usne apna lamba lund Geeti ke munh mein bhar diya, jisse Geeti ki saari awaaz ghut gayi.
Mr. Sinha ne apna lund Geeti ki gaand mein dheere-dheere dhakelna shuru kiya. Geeti ka jism ek dum tan gaya. Uske munh mein Raghavan ka lund tha, aur uski gaand mein Mr. Sinha ka lund. Double penetration ka naya phase shuru ho chuka tha.



Mr. Sinha ka lund Geeti ki tight gaand ke chhed par zor se dabaav bana raha tha. Geeti ka munh Raghavan ke lund se poori tarah bhara tha, jiske chalte uski moaning ghut rahi thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ki kamar ko zor se pakadte hue) Bas thoda sa! Relax, Geeti! VP ki position ke liye yeh zaroori hai!
Mr. Sinha ne ek tez, zordaar dhakka diya. Unka motta lund Geeti ki kunwari gaand ko cheerta hua, poori tarah se andar ghus gaya.
Geeti: (Munh mein lund hone ke bawajood, uske gale se ek dardbhari cheekh nikal gayi) Ehhh! Ohhh! Andarrr!
Geeti ka jism ek pal ke liye poora akad gaya. Raghavan ne apna lund thoda bahar nikala, taaki Geeti saans le sake.
Raghavan: (Geeti ke kaan mein sargoshi) Jhel lo, Geeti! Mazaa aayega!
Mr. Sinha ne halke-halke dhakke dena shuru kiya, taaki Geeti adjust ho sake. Jaise hi Geeti dheere-dheere adjust hui, uski dardbhari moan ab maze ki moan mein badalne lagi.
Geeti: (Apni gaand ko Mr. Sinha ki taraf dhakelte hue) Sir! Ab... ab theek hai! Zor se!
Mr. Sinha ne apni speed badhai aur tez, heavy thrusts dena shuru kar diya. Geeti ki gaand mein zor-zor se lund aa-ja raha tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Saans phoolte hue) Yeh hai asli power! Lelo! Geeti!
Raghavan ki aankhon mein hawas aur badh gayi. Usne Mr. Sinha ki taraf dekha.
Raghavan: (Mr. Sinha se permission lete hue) Sir! Ab mera number! Chut khali hai!
Mr. Sinha ne sar hilaya.
Raghavan turant Geeti ke upar chadh gaya, Geeti abhi bhi doggy style mein thi. Raghavan ne apna lamba, tana hua lund Geeti ki chut ke chhed par rakha.
Geeti: (Munh khol kar, tez siskaari lete hue) Raghavan! Andar! Jaldi!
Raghavan ne ek hi jhatke mein apna poora lund Geeti ki chut mein daal diya.
Geeti: (Ek uncontrollable, dohari cheekh nikal gayi) AHHHHHHHH! Oohhh! Dono!
Ab Geeti dono taraf se penetrated thi: Mr. Sinha uski gaand maar rahe the, aur Raghavan uski chut chod raha tha. Geeti ka jism ab poori tarah se do mardon ki ghulami mein tha.
Geeti ki moaning ab heavy, loud aur uncontrollable ho chuki thi. Uski dono taraf ki tesnion use paagal kar rahi thi. Uski saansein ruk-ruk kar chal rahi thi.
Geeti: (Chillaate hue) Aahhh! Please! Aur tez! Dono! Mujhe maar dalo!
Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono bina rukawat ke tez, synchronous dhakke de rahe the. Dono lund Geeti ke chut aur gaand mein zor-zor se aa-ja rahe the. Geeti ki heavy, besudh moaning un dono ke liye antim jeet thi.





Geeti ab dohri ghulami mein paagal ho chuki thi. Mr. Sinha uski gaand mein zor-zor se dhakke de rahe the, aur Raghavan uski chut ko tezii se chod raha tha. Do mardon ke lund Geeti ke chhedon ko ek saath bhar chuke the, aur uski moaning ab uncontrollable cheekhon mein badal gayi thi.
Geeti: (Apni aankhen band kiye hue, tez, besudh awaaz mein) Ahhhhh! Ohhh! Main nahi ruk sakti! Maaaar dalo! Aur tez!
Geeti ka jism ab zindagi mein pehli baar itna tez mazaa le raha tha. Woh sirf moan hi nahi kar rahi thi, balki khushi aur dard ke beech paagalpan mein ulajh chuki thi. Uski tez siskaariyan aur moaning sunkar, Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono aur zyada horny ho gaye.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ki ubhari hui gaand par zor se thapki dete hue) Sun rahe ho, Raghavan? Ise VP ki position bahut pasand aayi! Aur zor!
Raghavan: (Geeti ki kamar ko pakadte hue) Nahi rukunga, Sir! Aaj iska poora nasha utaarunga!
Dono mardon ne apni speed double kar di. Geeti ka poora shareer hil raha tha. Uski tez cheekhen room mein goonj rahi thi.
Geeti: (Ek tez, lambi cheekh ke saath) Aahhhhhhh! Main gayi! Ohhh!
Geeti ka jism zor se akda. Uski dono chut aur gaand ne dono lundon ko zor se bheench liya. Ek baar phir, Geeti paagalpan mein release ho gayi. Uski garam discharge ne dono mardon ke lundon ko naha diya.
Geeti ki release ke turant baad, Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan, jinko Geeti ke paagalpan aur garmi ne aakhri hadd tak pahuncha diya tha, unhone apni speed aur tez kar di.
Mr. Sinha: (Ek zor-daar garjan ke saath) Aahhh! Main bhi! Geetiiiiii!
Raghavan: (Geeti ki chut mein tez dhakka dete hue) Ab mera bonus! Aaahhhhh!
Dono mardon ka veerya (semen) ek saath, tez garmi ke saath, Geeti ki chut aur gaand mein bharne laga. Geeti ka jism thak kar dheere se bed par gir gaya, abhi bhi halke-halke kamp raha tha.
Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono Geeti ke upar jhuke hue the, saans le rahe the, unka veerya Geeti ke andar poori tarah se bhar chuka tha. Triple satisfaction ki shaanti room mein chha gayi thi.






Dono mardon ke veerya se Geeti ki chut aur gaand poori tarah se bhari hui thi. Teenon ka jism ab tez saanson ke saath thak kar shaant ho chuka tha. Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan ne aahista se Geeti ki gaand aur chut se apna lund bahar nikala.
Geeti, jo abhi bhi doggy position mein thi, uski nangi body ab paseene aur chipchipi garmi se bheegi hui thi. Usne apni gardan ko dheere se bed par lita diya, uske chehre par gehri thakaan aur param anand ki muskaan thi.
Mr. Sinha ne halke se Geeti ki peeth par thapki di.
Mr. Sinha: (Ek shaant, khush aawaaz mein) Tum jeet gayi, Geeti. Vice President ka title tumhara hua. Lajawaab payment.
Raghavan, abhi bhi ghutno ke bal baitha tha, usne apna lund towel se saaf kiya, aur Geeti ki chut ke paas apna munh laya. Usne halke se Geeti ki chut par ek aakhri kiss kiya.
Raghavan: (Sargoshi mein) Tum meri life ki best deal ho, Geeti. Best!
Dheere se, Mr. Sinha aur Raghavan dono bed par wapas aa gaye. Mr. Sinha Geeti ke ek taraf let gaye, aur Raghavan doosri taraf aa gaya. Geeti ab un dono mardon ke beech mein thi.
Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ko apne seene se laga liya, aur Raghavan ne apna haath Geeti ki kamar par rakh diya. Geeti ki nangi body ab dono mardon ki nangi body ke beech thi.
Geeti: (Apni aankhen band kiye, sargoshi mein) Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Raghavan. Mera pati... Soham... woh bahut khush hoga.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke baalon ko sehlaate hue) Tumhare pati ko pata hona chahiye ki tum apna kaam kitni dedication se karti ho. Ab so jao. Aaraam ki zaroorat hai.
Room ki halki roshni mein, teeno ne ek doosre ki garmi mehsoos ki. Geeti, MD aur Manager ke beech, double penetration ke climax ke baad, ab param shaanti aur naya title lekar gehri neend mein doob gayi. Unka veerya abhi bhi Geeti ke andar tha, jo uske naye safar ki pehli nishani thi.
Teenon ne aaraam kiya hai.

Subah ki halki dhoop bade window se chhan kar Geeti ke room, 2205, mein aa rahi thi. Geeti ki aankh khuli. Usne karwat badli aur apne bagal mein dekha. Mr. Sinha abhi bhi gehri neend mein the. Raghavan raat ko hi chupke se apne room, 2206, mein nikal chuka tha, taaki MD aur VP ko privacy mil sake.
Geeti aahista se uth kar bed par baith gayi. Uski nangi body par shab-bhar ke nishaan the. Uske jism mein tez dard tha, especially uski chut aur gaand mein. Par yeh dard use bura nahi laga. Usne muskurate hue khud se kaha, "Yeh Vice President ki sweet pain hai."
Jaise hi woh bed se uthne lagi, usne mehsoos kiya ki uski chut aur gaand se garm, chipchipa veerya (cum) tezi se bahar nikal raha tha. MD aur Raghavan ka poora load ab uski thighs par beh raha tha. Usne sharm se tez saans li, par khushi bhi thi.
Usi pal, Mr. Sinha ki aankh khuli. Unhone Geeti ki nangi body aur uske chehre ki laali dekhi.
Mr. Sinha: (Ek ghati, santusht awaaz mein) Good morning, VP Geeti. Raat kaisi rahi?
Geeti turant blush kar gayi. Usne sheet se khud ko dhak liya.
Geeti: (Halki, sharmaati awaaz mein) G... Good morning, Sir. Lajawab. Meri VP training bahut tez thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Haste hue, bed par geeti ki taraf jhukte hue) Maza aa gaya, Geeti. Tum ummeed se zyada achhi ho. Tumhari taqat aur compliance... dono lajawab hain. Tumne sach mein seniority ka khayal rakha.
Geeti: (Apni nangi chhati ko dhakte hue) Main hamesha apna best deti hoon, Sir. Abhi training shuru hui hai.
Mr. Sinha: (Apna haath Geeti ke gaal par rakh kar) Haan. Aur rules ab badal rahe hain. Aaj se, tum mere room mein sogi. 2204 mein. Tumhari jagah mere saath hai. Mere control mein.
Geeti ne aankhon mein aankh dalkar dekha. Uski moaning wali raat ke baad, yeh naya hukm tha. Usne dheere se sar hilaya (slowly nodded).
Geeti: (Halke se) Jee, Sir. Aapka hukm sar aankhon par.
Mr. Sinha: Good. Ab jao, fresh ho jao. Bahut load nikla hai tumhare andar se.
Geeti bed se uthi, uski thighs par abhi bhi veerya beh raha tha. Woh bathroom ki taraf badhi.
Bathroom mein jaakar, usne garm paani shuru kiya. Dard ho raha tha, par ek ajeeb si khushi thi. Woh apne hath se apni chut aur gaand ko saaf kar rahi thi, dono mardon ke veerya ko dhote hue.
Usi waqt, bina darwaza khatkhataaye, bathroom ka darwaza khula. Mr. Sinha andar aa gaye. Woh poori tarah se nange the. Unka lund abhi bhi naram tha, par Geeti ko dekhte hi, woh tezii se tanne laga.
Mr. Sinha: (Halki, seductive awaaz mein) Mujhe laga apni VP ki help karni chahiye. Abhi meeting baaki hai, Geeti.
Geeti, chut aur gaand par veerya saaf karte hue, Mr. Sinha ke khade lund ko dekha. Uski aankhon mein hairat thi, par hothon par muskaan thi.

Geeti, ghutnon ke bal, MD ke lund ko tezii se choos rahi thi, aur Mr. Sinha ki siskaariyan bathroom ki bhaap mein goonj rahi thi. Unka lund poori tarah se tan chuka tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Siskaari lete hue, Geeti ke sir ko pakad kar) Bas! Badi service! Ab mujh par aao!
Mr. Sinha ne turant Geeti ko apne haathon se uthaya aur use deewar se laga diya. Geeti ki nangi body thandi deewar ke contact mein aayi. Mr. Sinha ne apna lund Geeti ki chut ke chhed par rakha, jo abhi bhi pichli raat ki garmi se geeli thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke hothon ko zor se choomte hue) Good morning service! Yehi tumhara nashta hai!



Mr. Sinha ne ek tez, zordaar dhakka diya. Unka poora lund Geeti ki chut mein andar chala gaya. Geeti tez siskaari ke saath Mr. Sinha ke kandhe ko zor se pakad liya.
Geeti: (Munh khol kar, tez awaaz mein) Ahhhhh! Sir! Kitna tez!
Mr. Sinha ne apni kamar se tez, chhote-chhote dhakke dena shuru kiya. Bathroom mein paani ki awaaz aur unke jism ke takraane ki awaaz mil gayi thi.
Mr. Sinha: (Geeti ke kaan mein garam saans chhodte hue) MD ka lund hamesha VP ki chut mein tayyar rehna chahiye! Ismein koi der nahi!
Geeti diwar se lagi hui thi, aur Mr. Sinha use zor-zor se chod rahe the. Geeti ki moaning ab khatam nahi ho rahi thi.
Geeti: (Apni aankhen band karte hue) Ohhh! Yes! Aur zor se! Iski aadat ho jayegi!
Kuch tez dhakko ke baad, Mr. Sinha apne aakhri pal par pahunche.
Mr. Sinha: (Ek lambii, gehri garjan ke saath) Le lo! Geeti! Lelo subah ka payment!
Mr. Sinha ka lund Geeti ki chut ke andar zor se veerya chhodne laga. Geeti ne tez siskaari li aur Mr. Sinha ko kas kar pakad liya.
Jab Mr. Sinha thak kar Geeti se alag hue, toh unka veerya Geeti ki thighs par behta hua dikh raha tha.
Mr. Sinha: (Saans phoolte hue, par satisfied tone mein) Ab tum fresh ho sakti ho. Saaf kar lo.
Mr. Sinha ne Geeti ki kamar par halke se thapki di, aur apna lund towel se saaf kiya. Unhone Geeti ki taraf ek antim, shaitani smile di.
Mr. Sinha: Room 2204 mein tumhara intezar rahega. Jaldi aana.
Mr. Sinha bathroom se bahar nikle, apne room ki taraf chal diye. Geeti, bathroom ki deewar se sarakti hui, neeche baith gayi. Usne apni chut par MD ke veerya ki garmi mehsoos ki. Uske chehre par dard aur nayi shakti ki muskaan thi. VP ki duty shuru ho chuki thi.
Mr. Sinha ne naya rule set kar diya hai.