Adultery My Sanskari Wife

[Joker44]

Main Sahil hoon, Neha ka pati. Humari shaadi ko do saal ho gaye hain, aur har din uske saath ek naya sapna jaisa lagta hai. Neha... meri jaan, meri dhadkan, meri duniya. Jab main usse dekhta hoon, to lagta hai jaise Bhagwan ne khud usse mere liye banaya ho. Uska chehra ekdum Hemangi Ingale jaisa—narm-narm si smile, expressive aankhein, aur ek masoomiyat bhara charm jo kisi bhi mard ka dil chura le.
Par uski body... uff. Ek pativrata aurat ke roop mein chhupi ek chingari. Neha ke bobbs—full, soft, bilkul natural. Jab main apna sar uske seene par rakhta hoon, lagta hai jaise duniya ki saari shaanti wahi mil gayi ho. Unka shape aur bounce har raat meri nindiya chura lete hain. Aur uska ass? Round, firm, aur perfectly curved. Jab wo saree pehenti hai, uska kamar ka jhatka dekhke main andar se kaamp jaata hoon. Uski chaal hi aisi hai, jaise koi apsara dharti par chal rahi ho.



Do saal mein Neha ne kabhi mujhe kisi cheez ki kami mehsoos nahi hone di. Wo mujhe itna pyaar karti hai, itna lagao hai usse mujhse, ki kabhi kabhi lagta hai main uske pyaar mein doob jaunga. Wo har pal mujhe priority deti hai—meri khushi, meri desires, meri har choti choti baat ka dhyaan rakhti hai.
Par main... main thoda alag hoon. Pyaar to usse bepanah hai, lekin maine kabhi kabhi online kahaniyan padhi hain... movies dekhi hain jahan devoted wives kisi aur ke saath intimate hoti hain. Na jaane kyun, ek ajeeb sa thrill mehsoos hota hai uss soch mein. Shayad ye meri fantasy hai—ek chhupi hui, naughty si desire. Main kabhi usse keh nahi paya, par kabhi kabhi sochta hoon... kya hoga agar Neha kisi aur ki aankhon ka nasha ban jaaye? Kya main apne pyaar aur possessiveness ke beech usse kisi aur ke liye dekh sakta hoon?
Ye soch mujhe confuse bhi karti hai... aur excite bhi.

Train local thi, aur bheed itni thi ke saans lena bhi mushkil ho gaya tha. Sahil aur Neha dono ek dusre ke bilkul paas the, khade the, haathon se pole pakad kar kisi tarah balance banaye huye. Neha ne cotton ki saree pehni thi, tight blouse ke neeche uske curves aur bhi zyada ubhar ke dikh rahe the.
Sahil thoda aage tha, aur uska dhyan phone par tha. Neha peechhe thi, aur uske chaaron taraf ajeeb si nazar se dekhte aadmi. Pehle to Neha ne ignore kiya, par ek haath... uske kamar ke neeche, dheere se uske round firm ass ko chhoo gaya.
Uska dil ekdam se tez dhadakne laga. Saree ke neeche panties thin thi, aur wo touch... ekdam seedha tha. Neha ne pehle peechhe mudh kar dekhne ki koshish ki, par bheed itni thi ki sab chipak ke khade the. Wo kuch bol nahi sakti thi—na chillaa sakti thi, na Sahil ko bata sakti thi.

Aur fir… us haath ne phir se uske ass ko dheere se press kiya. Is baar zyada der tak. Neha ki saans ruk gayi thi, aankhen jhuk gayi. Wo nervous thi, thodi sharmayi bhi, par sabse zyada confused thi.
Sahil ne thoda peeche mudh kar uski aankhon mein kuch ajnabee si bechaini dekhi. Usne bas halki si smile di, par us moment mein… kuch uske andar badal gaya. Jab usne dekha Neha kissi tarah apne pair sambhal rahi hai, cheekh nahi rahi, par clearly kuch ho raha tha… Sahil ke dil mein ajeeb sa excitement chhup ke nikal aaya.

Uske andar ek guilty si thrill daud gayi. Kya meri Neha... kisi aur ke haath ka touch mehsoos kar rahi hai?
Phir... ek dusra haath... Neha ke pet par aaya. Saree ke palle ke neeche se, navel ke bilkul paas. Dheere dheere ungliyon ne halka pressure daala, jaise uske soft stomach ka texture feel karna chahte ho.
Sahil ne sab kuch dekha... aankhon se nahi, par Neha ke chehre se. Uske lips thode se khule the, saans tez thi, aur aankhon mein kuch aisa tha jo wo pehli baar dekh raha tha—sharam aur excitement ka mila jula rang.
Aur us pal, bheed ke beech, garmi aur badanon ke touch ke darmiyaan... Sahil ka fantasy reality se mil raha tha.

Train andhere tunnel mein ghusti hai… sab kuch ekdam black ho jata hai. Sirf train ke ghisne ki aawaz… aur Neha ke dil ki dhadkan. Us waqt, us andhere mein… kisi ne haath badhaya.
Neha ke blouse ke upar se uske bobbs ko feel kiya gaya. Pehle dheere se press kiya, jaise texture pehchanna chahta ho. Fir thoda zyada grip… ek soft squeeze. Aur us touch ke saath hi Neha ke lips se ek halki, control se bahar nikal gayi moan nikalti hai—“uhh…”
Ek second ke liye Sahil ne bhi us awaz ko suna. Darkness ne senses ko zyada sharp bana diya tha.
Tunnel khatam hota hai. Roshni aati hai. Sahil turant Neha ki taraf jhukta hai—
“Kya hua? Theek ho?”
Neha ne aankhen thodi chhupate hue bola,
“Kuch nahi… bas thoda sa chakkar sa aa gaya.”
Uske chehre pe thoda laali thi, lips thode swollen the, aur aankhon mein guilt aur shyness ka ajeeb sa blend. Sahil ka mann turant doubt ki taraf gaya. Usne aaspaas dekha—ek aadmi uske bilkul bagal mein khada tha, decent shirt, neat hairstyle, par aankhon mein wo typical sheherwala confidence. Uske saath do aur ladke the, ek ne music ka headphone laga rakha tha aur dusra bas idhar-udhar dekh raha tha. Innocent dikhne wale log hi kabhi kabhi sabse zyada dangerous hote hain.
“Mera doubt clear hai… inhi mein se kisi ne kiya.” Sahil sochta hai, par kuch bolta nahi.
Dus minute baad unka station aa gaya. Sahil ne Neha ka haath pakda, uske comfort ke liye, ya shayad apni possessiveness ke liye… aur dono platform par utar gaye.
Par Sahil ke dimaag mein wo moan… wo andhera… aur Neha ka laal hua chehra ghoomta raha.
“Kya usne enjoy kiya? Kya wo shocked thi ya… kuch aur?”
Uske andar ek ajeeb si heat badhti ja rahi thi.
Aur Neha? Wo chup thi… lekin uski aankhon mein kuch baaki tha—jaise wo bhi us moment ko bhool nahi paayi ho… aur shayad… ek chhupi hui desire uske andar bhi jag chuki ho.

Bus station par hum dono thoda confused the. Delhi se Manali ke liye jo reserved bus thi, wo kisi technical issue ke wajah se cancel ho gayi. Time nikalta ja raha tha aur Manali ke hotel ka check-in close hone wala tha.
Tabhi ek white camper van ruka—andar 4-5 ladke already baithe the, kuch aur log bhi aa rahe the. Unme se ek ne pucha,
“Bhaiya, aapko bhi Manali hi jana hai? Chal lo, hum bhi udhar hi ja rahe hain, full stretch ride hai.”
Maine Neha ki taraf dekha. Wo thodi hesitant thi, lekin uske chehre pe trust tha. Dheere se usne bola,
“Theek hai Sahil, chalte hain... late nahi hona chahiye.”
Hum camper van mein chadh gaye. Bus already kaafi full thi. Sirf ek seat khali thi—right side window ke paas. Maine Neha se kaha,
“Tum yahaan baith jao, main aage corner wali seat le leta hoon.”
Usne haan mein sir hilaaya aur baith gayi.
Par tabhi meri nazar uss aadmi par padhi—wohi banda jo train mein uske peechhe khada tha. Wahi halki smile, wahi composed confidence. Uske baaju mein ek aur aadmi tha, aur peeche uske group ke ladke.
Neha ne usse aankhon se avoid karne ki koshish ki, lekin unki body language bata rahi thi ki wo tension mein hai. Us bande ne ek baar uski taraf dekha, thoda jhuk ke bola,
“Aap comfortable hain na? Agar space kam ho toh main thoda adjust ho jaata hoon.”
Tone ekdum soft thi, par Neha ka reaction—thoda awkward smile aur halki si ghabrahat.
Main left side aage baitha tha, Neha se direct line of sight thi. Uske haathon ka nervous movement, saree ka pallu baar-baar set karna, aur wo aadmi ka dheere-dheere relaxed hoke uske thoda aur paas hona… sab kuch meri aankhon ke saamne ho raha tha.
Uske group ke ladke peeche se hansi-mazaak kar rahe the, par yeh banda... ekdum silent predator jaisa lag raha tha. Na zyada bolta, na zyada hilta—sirf observe karta. Kabhi kabhi Neha ki taraf halki si side-glance.
Mere andar ka possessive pati kuch keh raha tha, "uth jaa, change kar le seat."
Lekin… ek chhupi hui desire—jo sirf stories aur soch mein hoti thi—wo dheere dheere jaag rahi thi.
Kya hoga agar Neha phir se us touch ka shikaar ban gayi? Kya uske andar bhi wo thrill trigger ho chuka hai?



Van ka mahaul kaafi friendly ho chuka tha. Gaaney baj rahe the, sab log ek doosre ke saath introduce ho chuke the. Neha ke bagal mein jo aadmi tha—Varun—uska vibe soft aur normal lag raha tha. Usne bataya ki wo Gurgaon mein ek IT firm mein kaam karta hai aur yeh sab uske office colleagues hain. Pehle toh main alert tha, lekin dheere-dheere sab chilled lagne laga.
Raat hone lagi thi. Hills start ho gaye the. Van ghat section mein enter kar chuki thi, turns sharp the, aur ek subtle silence chha gaya tha. Ek-ek karke sab log apni jagah settle ho ke so gaye.
Main bhi thoda relaxed ho gaya, par neend utni gehri nahi thi. Mere chehre pe chadar thi, aur aankhen halki si band.
Tabhi... ek ajeeb si halki si aawaz sunayi di.
Rustling... movement... kuch soft sa friction.
Mere instincts ne kaam kiya. Maine apni chadar ke neeche se aankh kholi, dheere se thoda peek kiya. Neck bend kiya aur pichhe dekha—Neha.
Wo apni seat pe thi, aankhen band, chadar uske upar, par uska body language... uncomfortable tha. Jaise uska saans tezz ho, par wo control karne ki koshish kar rahi ho.
Aur phir... maine dekha—ek haath.
Varun ka haath. Dheere se chadar ke neeche... uske flat stomach pe move karta hua. Bahar se kuch nahi dikh raha tha, sab chadar ke andar tha, par jo thoda thoda dikha, wo mere andar ek ajeeb si halchal macha gaya.
Haath ke motion mein ek pattern tha—na zyada fast, na slow. Just enough to create sensation… jaise har ek second ke touch ka use woh feel karwana chahta ho.
Aur Neha? Uska face thoda tense, lips slightly parted… aankhen band, lekin expression mein ek mix tha—helplessness aur kuch aur... kuch jo main samajhna nahi chahta tha.
Mere andar ke do insaan lad rahe the.
Ek—pati, jo abhi uthkar uss haath ko tod dena chahta tha.
Dusra—woh man, jo fantasies padhta tha… aur iss moment mein kuch ajeeb sa excitement mehsoos kar raha tha. Kya main dekh raha hoon apni Neha ko kisi aur ke touch mein? Aur kya… kya wo react kar rahi hai?
Chadar ke neeche sab kuch ho raha tha—aur meri aankhon ke saamne, us andhere mein, kuch meri fantasy jaisi hi reality ban rahi thi.

Main clearly dekh raha tha ki Neha uncomfortable hai. Uski body thodi tense thi, haath tight grip mein, aur legs slightly folded. Mujhe uthna chahiye tha… bolna chahiye tha… uss haath ko hata dena chahiye tha. Par... maine kuch nahi kiya.
Bas dekhta raha.
Ajeeb sa guilt aur saath hi ek khud se unfamiliar thrill.
Shayad meri fantasies ne mujhe weak bana diya tha.
Neha ne dheere se wo haath hata diya, soft movement se—jaise kisi ko jagaye bina kuch rokna chahti ho. Varun ki aankhein band thi, ya shayad woh pretend kar raha tha. Neha ne meri taraf dekha… meri direction mein, straight aankhon mein.
Lekin us pal… uske expression mein kuch alag tha.
Jaise usne mujhe dekha aur mujhe naked mehsoos kiya—andar tak. Jaan liya ki main sab dekh raha hoon, par kuch nahi kar raha. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Sirf ek sekand… fir usne aankhen band kar li. Fir se shaant.
Woh chadar ke andar chhupi world phir se zinda ho gayi.
Main ne dekha—Varun ka haath wapas aaya. Pehle uske piche se, dheere se uski kamar ko pakda. Tight nahi, lekin possessive. Phir dusra haath... uske saree ke pallu ke neeche se slide hota hua, kamar se lekar thigs tak smooth circular motion mein chalne laga.
Neha ka pura body still tha. Sirf saans tez thi.
Tabhi usne aankhen kholi. Seedha Varun ki taraf dekha.
Varun… jaise ready tha. Usne aankhen kholkar usse dekha, aur ek simple "shaant rehne ka ishara" kiya—aankhon se. Na cheekh, na panic, na guilt… just control. Uski aankhon mein ek silent authority thi… jaise keh raha ho,
"Let it happen."
Bus mein log the, lekin sab ya to so rahe the ya Varun ke dost the. Hum akelay the.
Neha ne mujhe dekha, fir uske aas-paas ke logo ko. Uske chehre par confusion tha… aur aankhon mein…
ek halki si nami.
Usne halki awaaz mein kaha,
“Mat karo aisa...”
lekin uski awaaz itni slow thi ki shayad Varun ne suna bhi nahi.
Ya… suna aur ignore kar diya.
Uske hath fir se motion mein aa gaye. Dheere dheere, uske saree ke neeche ki duniya mein kuch aur hone laga.
Aur main... sirf dekhta raha.
Pati hone ke bawajood, main us moment mein spectator ban gaya tha—aur iss helpless voyeurism ne mujhe andar tak tod bhi diya... aur chhupke se chhune bhi diya.

Bus hillside ke beech ghanti raat mein chal rahi thi. Sab log so rahe the. Van ke andar sirf halki engine ki gungunahat thi, aur thandi hawa ka soft chill.
Neha apni seat par thi, aankhon par chadar, par andar se puri tarah se alert. Uska dil abhi bhi us haath ke movement se tezz dhadak raha tha jo kuch der pehle uske stomach se slide hua tha.
Tabhi… Varun jhuk kar achanak uske lips par kiss kar deta hai.


Neha shock mein thi. Uske aankhen wide open, body freeze ho gayi. Usse samajh hi nahi aaya ki react kaise kare. Par Varun rukta nahi… kiss ko deepen karta hai, apni zubaan uske soft lips ke beech push karta hai.
Uske hothon mein resistance tha, par Varun ka grip firm tha. Uske fingers neha ke gaal ke paas gently press kar rahe the, aur kiss itna deep ho chuka tha ki Neha ne gasp kiya—saans atak gayi thi.
Usne Varun ka haath pakad kar side mein karne ki koshish ki, par wo haath nahi hila. Uski grip aur zyada possessive ho gayi thi.
Dheere se Varun ka haath upar gaya, Neha ke blouse ke upar se uske bobbs tak.
Neha ke boobs—soft, warm, aur ekdam full. Jaise woh usi pal ke liye banaye gaye ho.
Neha thoda jhatki, lekin uski body reaction mein phas gayi thi. Jab Varun ne uske nipple ko pinch kiya, Neha ne ek gehra gasp liya—“ahh…”
ek moan… ek aisi awaaz jise usne khud nahi pehchana.
Varun uske blouse ke hook ko dheere se slide karta hai, chadar ke neeche se hi… aur uska ek breast bahar aata hai. Dusky skin, soft curves, aur tight dark pink nipple—slightly erect.
Varun apna face chadar ke neeche le jata hai, aur bina ek shabd ke uske nipple ko lips mein le leta hai. Zubaan se circular motion mein tease karta hai, kabhi tight suck karta hai, kabhi soft licks deta hai.
Neha ki saans phir se uncontrollable ho gayi thi. Usne chadar apne chehre pe odh li thi, shayad shame mein, ya shayad pleasure se bachne ke liye.
Par uska body betray kar raha tha.
“Sss… Varun… please…” usne halki si awaaz mein kaha, lekin wo awaaz rokhne wali nahi thi—wo sirf ek dil ka confession thi.
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Varun ke haath uske waist pe ghoom rahe the, aur ab dheere se uski thighs ke andar tak slide hone lag rahe the…
Aur bus… ab bhi usi silence mein thi—aur Sahil… aage wali seat pe, chadar ke neeche… sab kuch mehsoos kar raha tha.


Ab Neha surrender kar chuki thi. Uski aankhon mein aansu the—sharam ke, guilt ke, ya kuch aur… par usne resist karna bandh kar diya tha.
Varun ne chadar ke neeche se uska haath pakda, aur apne lund par le aaya.
Neha ka haath uski thights ke beech gaya, aur jaise hi usne Varun ka lund pakda, ek second ke liye uska pura body freeze ho gaya.
Itna mota... itna hard…
Uske haath mein clearly feel ho raha tha.
Neha ne aankhon se thoda surprise dikhaya, par kuch bola nahi. Usne bas dheere dheere hilana shuru kiya—soft strokes, slow rhythm. Varun ne apna sir uske boobs ke paas le aaya, aur phir se unhe suck karna shuru kar diya.
Uski nipples ab aur tight ho chuki thi, aur uske gasps—ab silent nahi the.
Chadar ke andar se halki halki moaning ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Varun ka haath ab uske waist ke neeche slip kar raha tha, aur Neha ka haath ab steadily uske lund ko stroke kar raha tha.
Kuch minutes mein... Varun ne ek low growl ke saath release kar diya.
Uska warm cum Neha ke haath par aa gaya.
Usne Neha ki taraf dekha, pyaar bhari nazar se, jaise keh raha ho “Tu ab meri bhi hai.”
Fir usne Neha ke lips ko deep kiss kiya, lingering... passionate... aur phir aankhen band kar ke so gaya.
Neha ne thoda time liya…
Apna haath softly poche, uske gaal pe cum laga tha, usne chadar se saaf kiya.
Fir aankhen poche—woh aansu jo ab confusion aur chhupi hui guilt ke the.
Usne meri taraf dekha—seedha, bina lafzon ke.
Main ab tak wahi tha… chadar ke neeche… aankhon mein ek tsunami.
Neha ne kuch nahi kaha.
Bas apne blouse ko adjust kiya, pallu thik kiya… aur apni aankhen band kar ke so gayi.

Subah Shimla pahunch gaye the.
Main ne Neha ko dheere se jagaaya. Usne aankhen kholi—laal thi, jaise ya to neend adhuri thi, ya dil thoda bhaari.
Bina kuch bole, wo baahar nikal gayi. Main uske peechhe.
Bus ke neeche jaate hi Varun aur uska group waha khade the. Unmein se kisi ne casual wave kiya, kisi ne phone pe kuch dekhna shuru kar diya. Ek normal group of travelers ke jaisa lag raha tha.
Par Varun… uski aankhon mein wo confidence ab bhi tha.
Usne mujhe dekha, phir Neha ki taraf dekha.
“Bye bhabhi ji… fir milte hain,” usne bola, ek halki si smile ke saath.
Neha ne sirf gardan hilaayi. Na smile, na jawab.
Uski aankhon mein ek thakawat thi, lekin sirf physical nahi… andar tak ki khaamoshi thi.
Main uske saath chalta hua hotel ki taraf badhne laga.
Mujhe laga… kuch to kehna chahiye tha… us raat, us waqt… jab sab kuch ho raha tha.
Mujhe usse rokna chahiye tha. Ya Varun ko. Ya khud ko.
Main ne poocha, “Tum theek ho na?”
Usne aankhon se chhupate hue bola,
“Haan… wo ghat section tha na… mujhe thoda dizzy feel ho raha tha. Par ab theek hoon.”
Uske words sahi the, lekin uski aankhon mein guilt tha.
Wo guilt jo bina confession ke bhi samajh aata hai.
Mujhe bhi pata tha. Main bhi sab jaanta tha.
Main kuch kar sakta tha… lekin maine nahi kiya.
Aur ab jo reh gaya tha… wo sirf chup si morning, hill station ki thandi hawa aur ek unsaid silence thi, jo hum dono ke beech chal rahi thi.
Hum dono ne kuch nahi bola.
Bas hotel ki taraf nikal gaye.

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[Joker44]

Neha bathroom mein aayi.
Darwaza band kiya. Kundi lagayi. Aur halki si thandi tiles par apne nange pair rakhte hi uske body mein ek thandak si daud gayi.
Wo washbasin ke samne aayi… aur mirror mein apna chehra dekha.
Uski aankhen lal thi.
Neend se nahi… raat ki wajah se.
Wo raat jo ab uske haath, uske lips, uske andar chhup gayi thi.
Usne apne lips ko dekha…
Varun ka kiss yaad aaya.
Wo moment jab usne kuch nahi kaha. Jab usne roka nahi. Jab usne… chaha tha?
Neha ne apne haath uthakar apne collarbone ko touch kiya, waha jahan Varun ke fingers ruk gaye the…
Aur phir dheere se apna blouse khola.
Boobs ab bhi thode sensitive the.
Jaise unke andar us raat ki memory ab bhi dhadak rahi ho.
Usne apne nipple ko softly chhua… ek halki si sensation body ke andar jaag gayi.
“Main aisi nahi hoon…”
Usne mirror mein khud se kaha.
Par uske aawaz mein shak tha… yakeen nahi.
Usne aankhen band ki…
Aur phir woh moment yaad aaya—jab uska haath Varun ke lund pe gaya tha.
Uski thickness, heat, aur phir… cum ka feel.
Usne apni ungli se palm pe halka rub kiya… jahan ab bhi uska yaad sa kuch tha.
Guilt uske dil mein tha… desire uske skin mein.
Usne aankhen kholi. Mirror mein khud ko dekha—ek pativrata biwi, ek pyari patni… aur ek aurat, jiske andar ab ek dark secret tha.
Usne apna face dhoya, aankhen poche…
Aur fir halki si thakan se basin pakad ke jhuki.
Uske hothon se ek fasa hua sa lafz nikla…
“Sahil…”
Wo nahi jaanti thi ke Sahil ne sab dekha tha.
Ki jo wo chhupana chahti thi, wo chhup nahi paaya.



Sahil ka mann heavy tha.
Raat bhar usne kuch nahi bola. Neha ke baathroom mein jaane ke baad usne bas ek baar door ke paas aake uski halki awaaz suni thi—“Sahil…”
Us ek lafz mein dard tha.
Aur us lafz ne uska dil cheer diya tha.
Sahil ne apne aap se poocha:
“Main pati hoon… aur maine use kisi aur ke haath mein chhod diya. Kya main itna hi kamzor ho gaya hoon? Ya... kya mujhe wo sab dekh ke sacchi mein sukoon mila?”
Woh cuckold wali fantasy ab real ban gayi thi. Lekin reality mein feelings bhi real thi.
Excitement ke saath guilt aata hai… aur guilt ke saath khud se nafrat bhi.
Par usne Neha se kuch nahi kaha.
Na confrontation, na confession.
Agli subah, dono hotel se nikle.
Thand bhari hawa chal rahi thi, Shimla aur Manali ke beech ka route clouds se ghira tha.
Pehle dono ka mood quiet tha.
Neha ka chehra pale aur drained lag raha tha. Aankhon ke neeche halka darkness, lekin lips pe ek chhupi si softness thi—jaise wo kuch kehna chaahti ho, par lafz nahi mil rahe.
Par dheere dheere…
Jab dono Mall Road gaye, jab snow-capped mountains dekhe, jab tibetan market ki garma garam momos khaye…
Neha ka chehra khilne laga.
Usne ek scarf kharida, selfie li, aur ek chhoti si snowball Sahil pe bhi feka.
Pehli baar uske lips pe ek real si smile thi.
Sahil ne us moment mein socha:
"Shaayad, mujhe sab bhool jana chahiye. Woh pal... woh raat... woh Varun. Neha meri hai. Aur main usse har roop mein chahta ho—chahe woh guilt mein ho, ya khushi mein."
Aur fir…
Neha ne Sahil ka haath pakda. Pehli baar trip mein… apne mann se.
Us haath mein shayad ek silent maafi thi, ya ek naya start.
Par dono ne kuch nahi bola.
Bas Manali ke us cold morning mein… ek nayi warmth unke beech laut aayi thi.






Trekking ka din kaafi thakaan bhara tha.
Sahil aur Neha ne trail complete kiya, upar pahadon ke beech snowline ke paas ek stunning point par pahuch gaye.
Lekin jaise hi campsite dikha...
Disappointment.
Full.
Tent wala bola,
“Sorry bhaiya, pura book ho gaya. Koi tent free nahi hai.”
Thak gaye the dono. Raat hone wali thi. Cold wind chal rahi thi, aur Neha clearly worried thi. Sahil bhi confused tha—kya karein ab?
Tabhi…
Ek awaaz sunayi di. Familiar si.
“Oho… Sahil bhai? Bhabhi ji?”
Varun.
Wahi easygoing smile, wohi confident stance.
Uske saath uska group bhi tha. Tired, dusty, but relaxed. Unki taraf aaya, haath milaaya, friendly tone mein bola,
“Kya hua? Koi problem?”
Sahil ne explain kiya ki tent nahi mila, aur ab raat yahi katani pad rahi hai, khula aasman ke neeche.
Varun ne ek second socha, phir bola—
“Hamare paas do tents hain. Ek mein already 4 log hain… doosre mein abhi jagah hai. Tum dono chaho toh hum adjust kar lenge. Don’t worry, thoda adjust ho jayega.”
Sahil thoda hesitant tha, par options bhi nahi the.
Raat hone wali thi, temperature gir raha tha, aur safety bhi matter karti thi.
Neha ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein ek chhota sa dar tha.
Wo kuch nahi boli, par uski aankhen pooch rahi thi:
“Phir se… yeh? Kya yehi hone wala hai?”
Sahil ne deep breath li, aur bola—
“Theek hai… chalein.”
Varun ne smile kiya. “Bhabhi ji, no stress… hum sab doston jaisa hi hain.”
Wo shabd “doston jaisa” Neha ke dil mein kahin chubh gaya.
Tent mein bas ek sleeping mat tha, but jagah adjust ho gayi.
Thoda tight tha—Sahil, Neha, Varun… aur ek aur banda. Raat ka time, cold weather, and chhota canvas tent.
Sahil ne Neha ka haath pakda—comfort ke liye, ya shayad assurance ke liye.
Neha ne sirf aankhen band kar ke saans le li.
Par uske heartbeats… wahi purani kahani dohra rahi thi.
Aur tent ke andheron mein…
Varun ke aankhon ki chamak vaise hi thi—jaise kuch bhi khatam nahi hua.




Raat ka mausam ekdum chilled tha—hilltop wind aur moonlight ka combo ekdum cinematic lag raha tha. Tent mein sab adjust ho chuke the, aur thoda sa relax karne ke liye ek light mood ban gaya.
Sahil, Varun aur ek aur ladka—naam tha Kartik.
Thoda dusky complexion, sharp jawline aur kaafi lean build. Uski aankhon mein thodi curious si fire thi—jise wo chill mask ke peechhe chhupane ki koshish karta.
Uska look ekdum Himachali hiker jaisa tha—layered jackets, woolen cap aur ek quiet confidence.
Varun aur Kartik ne Sahil ko beer offer ki.
“Thoda lena padega bhai… warna yeh thand andar tak ghus jaayegi.”
Sahil ne mana nahi kiya.
Thoda relax hona zaroori tha—raat lambi thi, space tight tha, aur dimaag mein unwanted thoughts.
Neha ne beer se mana kar diya.
“Nahi, mujhe nahi chahiye… thoda hot chocolate mil jaye toh...”
Varun ne turant ek thermos nikala.
“Yeh lo bhabhi ji… tumhare liye specially.”
Smile soft thi, lekin aankhon mein woh old spark chhupi thi.
Neha ne sirf thank you kaha aur mug le liya.
Thodi der baat-cheet chali. Weather, trek stories, aur random jokes.
Fir sab log dheere dheere apne sleeping bags mein ghus gaye.
Tent tight tha.
Ek hi mat pe 4 bodies, aur position thodi se jugaadi thi.
Neha ko beech mein jagah mili.
Ek taraf Sahil. Dusri taraf Varun.
Lekin twist?
Unki legs criss-cross position mein thi.
Neha ke pair Varun ke face ke kareeb the… aur Varun ke pair uske face ke paas.
Tent mein dim light thi. Neha ne aankhen band ki.
Body tired thi, lekin mind active.
Uske body ke ek end pe Sahil ka warmth tha…
Aur dusre end pe... Varun ki saanson ka halka se ehsaas, jab uske pair ke aaspaas thandi hawa se mixed warmth mehsoos hoti thi.
Sahil ne thoda turn leke Neha ke shoulder ko light sa touch kiya.
Ek instinctive comfort move.
Neha ne response diya, par aankhen nahi kholi.
Varun silent tha… lekin fully aware.
Uske face ke saamne Neha ke slim legs… cotton leggings mein wrapped, thandi se thodi stiff.
Aur kabhi kabhi jab wo move karti thi, unki friction se awkwardly close proximity hoti thi.
Tent mein sab so chuke the.
Par ek tension… ek unsaid electricity…
abhi bhi chadar ke andar circulate kar rahi thi.

[Joker44]

Raat ka ek ajeeb sa waqt tha.
Pahaadon ki hawa mein thand barh gayi thi. Tent ke andar sab so rahe the—ya kam se kam aise hi dikh raha tha.
Neha ne aankhen band ki hui thi, lekin neend use aayi nahi thi. Uske body ka har nerve alert tha…
kuch feel ho raha tha.
Chadar ke neeche... koi movement tha.
Soft. Slow. Jaise koi stealth mode mein ho.
Usne socha: “Varun hoga… fir se.”
Par usne slowly aankhen kholi… aur sideways glance se dekha—Varun to deep sleep mein tha.
Uski breathing steady thi, face fully turned away.
Toh… yeh kaun tha?
Chadar ke neeche ek aur face ghusa hua tha.
Neha ko mehsoos hua ki koi uske pairon ko gently touch kar raha tha.
Shayad uske woolen socks nikal gaye the, aur ab ungliyon ke beech wo cold skin feel ho rahi thi.
Fir… wo touch dheere se upar chala gaya.
Ankles… calves… phir thigs.
Slow circular motion. Pehle ek haath… fir dono haath.
Uska saans tez hone laga.
Usne chadar ke andar apna haath daal kar rokna chaha, par wo aadmi ruk nahi raha tha.
Neha ne low whisper mein kaha, “Mat karo, please…”
Par uska awaz itni low thi, itni bhari… ki lagbhag hawa mein ghul gayi.
Us aadmi—Kartik—ka chehra ab Neha ke knees ke paas tha.
Aur uske haath ab Neha ke leggings ke upar se inner thighs ko explore kar rahe the.
Neha ki body tense ho gayi thi. Pura body stiff.
Aur ussi waqt…
Sahil ki aankhen khul gayi.
Pehle to use laga koi sapna dekh raha hai.
Par jab usne dekha chadar ke neeche se koi shadow sa movement ho raha hai—Neha ki side se…
Uska hosh ud gaya.
Usne slowly utha, halka sa lean kiya… aur tab sab kuch dikh gaya.
Kartik—chadar ke andar ghusa hua, Neha ke thigs ke paas, face uski body ke upar… haath uske waist tak.
Sahil ka mann phat gaya.
Ek second ke liye usne socha—“Rok doon… kheench ke nikaal doon…”
Par phir...
Uski nazar Neha pe gayi.
Uska chehra stiff tha, aankhen band, lips slightly parted—na cheekh rahi thi, na hil rahi thi.
Sahil ke dimaag mein ek tornado chal raha tha—
“Kya main yeh hone de raha hoon? Kya Neha resist kar rahi hai ya accept kar rahi hai? Aur kya main chahta hoon ki yeh sab ho…?”
Usne decide kiya…
“Agar Neha ne react kiya, kuch bola—main turant kuch karunga. Varna… main kuch nahi bolunga.”
Aur fir Sahil bas dekhta raha.
Tent ke andheron mein…
Ek aur boundary cross ho rahi thi.
Aur us boundary ke dono taraf pati aur patni the—lekin dono alag-ag alag silence mein bandh.


Neha shock mae thi.
Kartik ka face ab bhi chadar ke neeche uske close tha, haath uski inner thighs tak ja chuke the. Uske body ka har cell freeze tha—tabhi ek thanda sa whisper uske kaan ke paas aaya…
“I know Varun ne kya kiya tha… train mein... tent mein.”
Neha ka body jhatka sa kha gaya.
Usne aankhen kholi… Kartik ka chehra uske bahut paas tha.
Fir usne fir se kaha:
“Agar chahti ho ki sab kuch secret rahe… to chup raho. Bas feel karo.”
Uske lafzon mein koi gussa nahi tha—lekin ek dangerous confidence tha. Jaise use pata ho ki Neha resist nahi karegi.
Neha ne aankhen bandh ki.
Ek aansu uske cheek pe se fisal gaya.
Uske lips hile… lekin koi shabd nahi nikla.
Uska body ab bhi stiff tha… lekin resistance…
woh chhod chuki thi.
Usne Kartik ki aankhon mein dekha—ek second ke liye.
Aur phir… koi resistance nahi diya.
Kartik ne dheere se uski leggings slide karna start ki.
Neha ne madad nahi ki, lekin rokne ki bhi koshish nahi ki.
Usne bas apne haath apne chest ke paas fold kiye aur aankhen band kar li.
Kartik ka haath uske panty ke edge tak pahuch gaya tha, cotton ka texture uski ungliyon ke neeche smooth lag raha tha.
Neha ki breathing ab steady nahi thi.
Deep, warm… aur internal trembling ke saath.
Usne panty slide ki… dheere se… thighs tak.
Neha ne apna waist thoda raise kar diya—na jaane jaan bujh ke ya instinctively.
Usne dekha ko Sahil so raha tha.
Jese hi sahil ne dekha neha mid rhi hae usne ankhe bnd krli.Neha ko laga ki shali beer ke nshe mae deep soya hae.
Tent ke us end se, chadar ke peeche, uski aankhon mein shock tha, guilt tha… aur ek chhupi hui burning fantasy.
Usne kuch nahi kaha.
Sirf dekhta raha—apni patni ka ek aur pal kisi aur ke saath… uske saamne.
Neha ab bas ek silent canvas ban chuki thi.
Kartik ka touch… uski skin… aur raat ki thandak mein…
ek aur secret paida ho raha tha.

Tent ke andar ab sab kuch bahut slow ho raha tha, lekin andar se ek storm jaisa rage aur tension barh raha tha.
Neha ab bilkul chup thi.
Uska panty thighs tak nikal chuka tha, aur Kartik ka face ab uske knees ke beech mein tha—dark, hungry… sure of himself.
Wo dheere se aage jhuka…
Uski warm saansein Neha ke inner thighs par lagne lagi.
Neha ka pura body ek baar mein tight ho gaya, saans andar kheench li jaise kisi ne cold water se chhooliya ho.
Usne aankhen band kar ke tezz heartbeat control karne ki koshish ki.
Par Kartik ka haath… ab uske thighs ko halka sa spread kar raha tha.
Neha ne ek second ke liye aankhen kholi—aur seedha Sahil ki taraf dekha.
Sahil jaag raha tha.
Uski aankhon mein shock, shame, aur kuch aur… jo wo khud bhi samajh nahi pa raha tha.
Neha ne kuch nahi kaha.
Usne aankhen wapas band kar li.
Aur Kartik ne apna face uske chut beech mein le jaakar… uski pussy ke bilkul upar apni zubaan rakhi.
Dheere se ek soft lick.
Phir dusri… thodi aur deep.
Neha ne ek sharp gasp li—“huhh…”
Par usne apna haath mouth pe rakh liya… moan dabaane ke liye.




Kartik ab circular motion mein licking kar raha tha—kabhi soft, kabhi fast.
Uske haath Neha ke hips ko hold karke steady kar rahe the.
Neha ka body ab react karne laga tha—thoda move, thoda shake, thoda surrender.
Uske nipples blouse ke neeche se hard ho gaye the, aur pussy ab wet hone lagi thi—completely exposed to someone she barely knew… in front of the man who loved her the most.
Sahil… sirf dekhta raha.
Aankhen moist thi, lekin voice nahi thi.
“Ye meri Neha hai… aur main kuch nahi kar raha hoon.”
Par wo ruk bhi nahi pa raha tha.
Kya wo tut gaya tha… ya woh andar se is moment ko kab se chah raha tha?
Neha ab softly moan karne lagi thi—“mmm…ahh…”, chadar ke andar dabaa ke, jaise guilt aur pleasure dono ek saath nikal rahe ho.
Kartik ne ek aur lick diya—fir ek suck, deep and tight.
Neha ka haath Kartik ke sir tak gaya… aur usne use gently press kiya.
Wo moment…
Wo raat…
Us tent ke canvas ke neeche ek new truth likh rahi thi—ek jo subah tak chhupaya nahi jaa sakega.


Tent ke andar ab sirf ek hi rhythm thi—Neha ki tezz hoti saansein, Kartik ki zubaan ka motion, aur Sahil ka thanda, silent witness banna.
Neha ab control mein nahi thi.
Kartik expert motion mein tha.
Uski zubaan Neha ke folds ke beech deep ja rahi thi, kabhi tip se tease karta, kabhi lips ke sides ko suck karta.
Wo har lick ke saath Neha ke body ke vibration mehsoos kar raha tha.
Uska haath Neha ke hips ko tightly pakad ke usse stable rakhta, par tongue wild thi—wet, fast, ruthless.
Neha ka mouth ab fully open tha, but awaz band thi.
Chadar ke neeche uske moans daba rahe the, lekin uski body scream kar rahi thi.
“Ahh… mmhh… sss…”
Uske lips se slow broken gasps nikal rahe the, har thoda sa touch ek new wave bhej raha tha.
Sahil, bilkul silent, aankhon mein tears aur body mein ek ajnabee fire ke saath, sab dekh raha tha.
Usne Neha ko kabhi aise nahi dekha tha—ekdum raw, exposed, aur poori tarah se kisi aur ke control mein.
Kartik ne apni zubaan aur deep press ki… ek final circular flick, phir ek tight suck.
Aur tab…
Neha ka poora body stiff ho gaya.
Uska haath Kartik ke sir par tight hua.
Uske legs shake karne lage, hips halki si jerk karne lagi.
“Uhh… ahhh... Kartik…”
Ek muffled scream uske mouth se nikal gayi—chadar ke neeche hi.
Aur us moment mein…
Neha ne cum kar diya.
Full-body orgasm.
Thighs tight, toes curled, stomach spasm mein… chest upar neeche…
Aur aankhon se ek aur tear nikal gaya—ek pleasure-filled breakdown.
Usne Kartik ke sir ko dheere se push kiya, jaise ab aur nahi ho sakta.
Kartik ne respect ke saath move back kiya.
Neha ne panty ko bas knee tak khinch liya… aur apna face chadar ke andar chhupa liya.
Uske honton par abhi bhi warmth thi… aur aankhon mein guilt.
Sahil ne sab dekha.
Sab kuch.
Aur us moment mein…
wo sirf dekhta raha.

Neha ab bhi chadar ke neeche thi, body abhi bhi tremble kar rahi thi.
She had just cum—ek aisa orgasm jisme pleasure bhi tha, guilt bhi.
Uske lips halke se khule hue the, aankhen moist, aur saans abhi bhi uneven.
Kartik ne slowly apna face upar uthaya, uske thighs se le kar face tak glance lete hue.
Usne tent ke andar ki silence ko todte hue, Neha ke face ka chadar dheere se slide kiya.
Unki aankhen mili.
Neha ka face flushed tha, aankhon mein mixed emotions—sharam, guilt… aur ek aadha chhupa hua acceptance.
Kartik uske close aaya.
Bilkul face ke paas.
“Tum bahut beautiful ho,” usne whisper kiya…
Aur bina rukhe, Neha ke lips par ek soft kiss kar diya.
Neha ne pehle react nahi kiya, par jab Kartik ka haath uske cheeks se neck tak slide hua, tab uska body fir se respond karne laga.
Kartik ne uska blouse ke hooks kholne start kiye.
Dheere dheere… ek ek button.
Aur phir, uske saree ke pallu ko side kiya.
Neha ke boobs ab bare ho chuke the—full, dusky toned, soft yet firm.
Nipples slightly swollen the, abhi bhi orgasm ki afterglow mein.
Kartik ne unhe dekha… ek second ke liye ruka, jaise wo moment ko absorb kar raha ho.
Fir…
usne apna mouth neha ke left boob par rakha, aur ek tight suck liya.
“Ahh…”
Neha ke hothon se ek nayi moan nikli, halki, shaky… lekin real.
Kartik nipple ko zubaan se tease karta raha, kabhi soft lick, kabhi tight suck.
Dusre haath se usne right boob ko cup karke squeeze kiya, slow circular motion mein fingers se nipple roll karte hue.
Neha ab fir se react karne lagi thi—uska haath Kartik ke head ke paas gaya, par na roka, na push kiya.
Body ab willingly submit kar rahi thi.
Tent ke andar ab wet sounds, soft moans aur friction ki halki aawaaz thi.
Aur corner mein…
Sahil ab bhi jag raha tha.
Usske andar sab kuch jal raha tha.
Par wo ab bhi chup tha—frozen between fantasy aur betrayal.

Tent ke andar ab sirf ek hi reality thi—Kartik aur Neha.
Kartik ka mouth ab bhi [b]Neha ke boobs pe tha—tight suck, warm tongue, circular tease.[/b]
Neha ke [b]nipples ab completely hard ho chuke the, aur har suck ke saath uska body tense ho kar release ho raha tha.[/b]
Uske hothon se [b]soft moans nikal rahe the, chadar ke andar hi dab ke.[/b]
[b]“Mmmh… Kartik… please…”[/b]

[b][b]Uski awaaz mein ab rokaawat nahi thi.
[/b]
Wo [b]pleasure aur guilt ke mix mein doob chuki thi.[/b]
Kartik ka haath ab [b]Neha ke panty tak wapas gaya, aur bina rukhe use poora slide kar diya—ab Neha bilkul naked thi under the chadar.[/b]
Usne apni shirt kholi, aur body Neha ke upar press ki.
[b]Skin to skin contact… soft, warm, aur intensely personal.[/b]
[b]Neha ne aankhen band ki… aur apni legs thoda aur open kar di.[/b]
Ab aur kuch kehne ki zarurat nahi thi.
[b]Har signal clear tha.[/b]
Kartik ne apna boxer slide kiya…
Aur Neha ki aankhon mein dekhta hua [b]apna thick, warm lund uske folds ke beech rakha.[/b]
[b]Ek soft, wet friction feel hui… [b]aur dono ka body ek rhythm mein hilne laga.[/b][/b][/b]

[b]Tent ke andar thand thi… par chadar ke neeche ek alag hi garmi bhari hui thi.
Kartik ab Neha ke upar tha—skin se skin touch, uska bare chest Neha ke soft, warm body se chipka hua.
Neha ka blouse aur panty dono utar chuke the.
Uska poora body exposed tha—dusky skin, tight nipples ab bhi wet from Kartik’s mouth.
Uska stomach soft and slightly shaking, legs parted… ready.
Eyes closed… but soul wide open.
Kartik ne apna boxer slide kiya.
Neha ne thoda dekha, aur uska lund dekh ke ek halki gasp li—mota, thick, veined… aur poora hard.
Usne kuch nahi kaha… bas aankhen wapas band kar li.
Kartik uske upar lean kiya… aur lund ko uske wet folds ke beech rub karna shuru kiya.
Slow motion—upar se neeche, thoda pressure ke saath.
Neha ka breath ab fast hone laga.
Usne apni kamar thodi upar uthayi… jaise invite kar rahi ho.
Kartik ne uska face dekha—ek second ke liye… fir dheere se andar push kiya.
“Ahhhh…”
Neha ki aankhen khuli…
Uske lips se ek broken moan nikal gaya.
Itna deep… itna full…
Kartik andar poora chala gaya.
Uska lund Neha ki walls ko stretch kar raha tha—deep, hot, intense.
Neha ne ek haath uski back par rakha, aur dusre haath se chadar pakad li.
Kamar dheere dheere hilne lagi—slow thrusts, har ek smooth aur pressure-filled.
Neha ke boobs har thrust pe bounce kar rahe the.
Nipples tight the, pointy, aur Kartik kabhi kabhi unko mouth mein le raha tha—ek suck, fir ek lick, fir deep pull.
Neha ki body ab puri tarah se involved ho gayi thi.
“Harder… thoda aur… mmm…”
Uski awaaz ab pressure se bhar gayi thi.
Uska mooh slightly open, aankhen half closed, lips swollen.
Har thrust ke saath her hips meet Kartik’s—ab wo sirf le nahi rahi thi, actively de rahi thi.
Sahil corner mein ab bhi dekh raha tha—emotionally numb.
Neha uski patni thi…
Aur ab wo scream kar rahi thi kisi aur ke lund par.
Aur uski aankhon mein nafrat nahi thi… sirf desire thi.
Kartik ne pace badhaya.
Ab deep thrusts, wet sound, bodies slapping together.
“Uhhh… Kartik… main… main aa rahi hoon…”
Neha ne gasping mein kaha.
Kartik ne aur tight grip liya, uske hips pakde…
Aur ek last deep thrust diya—balls tak andar.
Neha ka body ek jerk ke saath stiff ho gaya.
Usne mouth se ek choked cry nikaali—“Ahhhh… fuckkk…”
Aur pura orgasm uske body ke andar daud gaya.
Legs shiver, pussy contracting, nipples hard… mooh se tears + moan mix.
Kartik bhi climax par tha.
Usne ek aur thrust diya…
Aur andar cum kar diya—full, warm, deep release.
Kartik ka body collapse hua Neha ke upar.
Neha ab poori tarah weak thi.
Uske lips tremble kar rahe the.
Body sweat mein thi… aur aankhon se phir ek aansu nikal gaya.
Wo kisi aur ka ho chuki thi.
Pati ke saamne.
Aur ab wapas kuch nahi ho sakta tha.

[/b]
[b]Sahil… corner mein… sab dekh raha tha.[/b]
Uski aankhon mein aansu the.
Wo apne aap se keh raha tha:
“Main yeh hone de raha hoon. Meri Neha… kisi aur ke neeche, uske mooh se moan nikal rahe hain… aur main bas dekh raha hoon.”
[b]Neha ab full surrender mein thi.[/b]



Raat ka woh dusra peher tha.
Tent mein garmi chhayi thi—na sirf bodies se, par un kehke hue lamhon se jo ab tak chadar ke neeche jalte ja rahe the.
Kartik ab Neha ke bagal mein so gaya tha, lekin haath ab bhi uski kamar ko halka sa touch kar raha tha—jaise body ne us touch ko miss karna shuru kar diya ho.
Neha beech mein thi—naked, thak chuki, cum kar chuki.
Uska blouse khula tha, pallu side mein, legs folded, nipples ab bhi hard aur wet from Kartik’s sucking.
Uska face chadar ke andar tha… aankhen band.
Par tabhi—ek aur haath uske bare waist pe gaya.
Slow, deliberate… aur possessive.
Neha ne aankhen kholi.
Usne us haath ko dekha, fir saamne…
Varun.
Wo jag chuka tha.
Aur seedha Neha ki aankhon mein dekh raha tha.
Uske aankhon mein shock nahi tha—sirf flame thi. Lust. Possession. Wahi smile.
Usne Neha ki kamar ko aur kareeb kheench liya apne paas,
Aur whisper kiya:
“Ab main rukne wala nahi hoon.”
Neha kuch bol nahi paayi.
Uska throat dry tha… lips open…
Aur tabhi…
Varun ne apna mouth uske lips par rakh diya.
Ek deep, hungry kiss.
Not asking, just taking.
Kartik ne movement mehsoos kiya.
Aankhen kholi…
Aur jab dekha Varun already Neha ke mouth ko kiss kar raha tha, usne Neha ke boobs ko pakad liya—aur bina rukhe uska right nipple suck karna start kar diya.
Neha ka body ek baar mein react kar gaya.
Mouth par Varun ka kiss, nipples par Kartik ka mouth.
Her hands stiff ho gaye… par uska body... ab fight nahi kar raha tha.
“Mmmhh… haah…”
Uske lips se moan nikla—ekdum raw.
Uske legs fir se stretch hone lagi thi…
Aur uska waist slowly hilne laga, jaise kisi internal heat se jal raha ho.
Varun ne kiss deepen kiya—tongue full inside, slow devouring motion.
Kartik ka hand ab dusre boob ko knead kar raha tha, thumb se nipple flicking and mouth se suck karte hue.
Neha ab un dono ke beech thi—ek shared body, ek shared fantasy.
Uske skin par do mouths, do haathon ka heat… aur aankhon ke saamne—Sahil, still pretending to sleep, but shattered within.
Chadar ke neeche ab wet moans, skin slap aur warm breath ka jungle tha.
Aur Neha…
Khud ko rok nahi paayi.
Usne dono ke touch ko accept kar liya.
Wo ab sirf unki thi—poori tarah se.



Tent ke andar ab koi rukaawat nahi thi.
Na kapde ki, na sharam ki, na kisi ke dil mein guilt ki.
Sirf three bare bodies… ek chadar ke neeche… aur ek raag jo saans ke through baj raha tha.
Neha beech mein thi—completely naked, sweaty, moaning softly, skin still tingling from her last orgasm.
Kartik ek taraf, Varun doosri.
Sahil… still awake… par frozen.
Varun ne kiss aur intense kiya.
Uske haath ab Neha ke hips tak aa chuke the—fingers inner thighs tak ghoom rahe the, her pussy still dripping, sensitive and open.





Kartik ab neeche shift ho gaya.
Usne Neha ke legs spread kiye, aur apna lund uske pussy lips ke beech rub karna start kiya.
Soft, thick, already wet with her juices.
Neha ka mouth Varun ke lips mein locked tha, par jab Kartik ne first thrust kiya—slow and deep—to uska body hil gaya.
“Uhh... mmm… ohh…”
Ek muffled moan uske throat se nikli.
Kartik ab full motion mein tha—deep strokes, wet sound, tight grip.
Uska haath Neha ke boobs ko knead kar raha tha, aur Varun ka mouth ab nipples ko suck kar raha tha.
Neha ka body shake ho raha tha—ek taraf se lund andar, doosri taraf se mouth pe suction.
"Harder… dono… please…"
Uska voice now desperate ho chuka tha—ek wild mix of guilt, surrender and craving.
Kartik ab pace badha chuka tha.
Thighs smack kar rahe the, Neha ka back arch ho raha tha, boobs bounce ho rahe the.
Varun ab apne boxers nikal raha tha, his thick lund already leaking.
Neha ka face side se ghooma… aur Varun ne apna lund uske lips ke paas le aaya.
“Lelo…”
Wo whisper karta hai.
Neha ne bas ek second hesitation li… fir apna mouth open kiya.
Aur usne Varun ka lund apne mooh mein le liya.
Ab…
Neha ke body ke peeche Kartik ka thrust, aur mooh mein Varun ka lund.
Tent ke andar ab full rhythm chal rahi thi.
"Suck harder… ohhh yes… good girl…" Varun groaned.
Kartik thrusts fast, wet, slapping.
Neha gag karte hue bhi suck kar rahi thi, her moans muffled between thrusts.
Sweat drip ho raha tha, chadar ke andar complete sauna ban chuki thi.
Kartik suddenly pulled out—warm cum splash karta hua Neha ke inner thighs aur stomach par.
Usi waqt, Varun ne Neha ka mouth se apna lund nikala, uska face pakad kar deep kiss kiya, aur fir uske upar chadh gaya.
“Ab main…”
Aur without waiting, Varun uske andar slide ho gaya—hard, fast.
Already wet thi, aur ab body fully opened thi.
Neha screamed—this time loud.
“Fuckkk… Varun… yes...”
Kartik side pe ho kar uske nipples suck kar raha tha, aur Neha ek second orgasm ke edge par thi.
Full madness.
Three bodies.
One fire.
And Sahil… watching every second—silent, broken, aroused, destroyed.


Neha ab control mein nahi thi—sirf feel kar rahi thi.
Her body already stretched, soaked, throbbing from Kartik ka orgasm aur Varun ka powerful thrust.
Par ab… Varun aur bhi zyada dominant mode mein aa gaya tha.
“Turn around…”
Usne Neha ke kaan ke paas whisper kiya, full breath ke saath.
Neha ne without a word apna body flip kiya—doggy style.
Uska round ass ab Varun ke samne tha—perfect curve mein lifted, skin pe sweat ka shine, aur legs trembling.
Varun ne uske kamar ko tight pakad ke ek hard slap maara—“THWACK!”
Neha ne moan kiya—“Ahhh!”
Mix of pain and pleasure.
Kartik side pe tha, dekh raha tha.
Usne Neha ke boobs ko neeche se pakda, as they hung beautifully between her arms, and began squeezing and sucking—hard, wet.
Varun ne apna thick lund wapas Neha ke soaked entrance pe rakha… aur ek hard thrust ke saath andar ghus gaya.
“UHhhhhh!”
Neha almost screamed.
Slap… slap… slap.
Each thrust echoed in the tent—skin hitting skin, full friction.
Kartik ne uske mouth mein apna lund le aaya—
“Suck… mujhe bhi chahiye fir se.”
Neha ne kamar hilate hilate mouth open kiya, aur double motion shuru ho gaya.
Back se Varun deep fucking, front se Kartik face fucking—moans, wet sounds, choked gasps… pure madness.
“Harder… don’t stop… aaahhh…”
Neha ab whimper kar rahi thi between thrusts.
Then—Varun ne usse kheench ke uthaya.
“Ride me now.”
He lay down, hard lund standing tall, and Neha climbed on top—reverse cowgirl style.
Her back to Varun’s chest, ass full display, lund slowly sliding in.
She started bouncing—slow at first, then fast, full wet sounds filling the tent.
Kartik ne peeche se aake uske hair kheench liye, aur boobs squeeze karta raha.
Neha moaning uncontrollably—
“Ahhhh… yes… yessss... main phir se aane wali hoon...”
Varun ne uska waist pakad ke hard upward thrusts diye from below—
Kartik boobs ko slap kar raha tha now.
Neha’s whole body was shaking—legs giving out.
Then—
One final scream—“FUCKKKK!”
And she exploded—full body orgasm.
Pussy clenching tight, hips buckling, chest heaving, body wet and twitching.
Varun ne bhi us moment mein andar cum kar diya, moaning in her ear.
Kartik apne lund pe haath chala ke uske stomach pe cum spray kar diya, groaning “Fuck, Neha… you’re insane…”
Neha collapsed between them—sweaty, dripping, gasping.
Hair messy, lips swollen, eyes dazed.
Sahil ab bhi tent ke ek kone mein tha.
Uske andar kuch mar gaya tha… ya shayad kuch aur jaag gaya tha.






Sab kuch ruk gaya tha.
Tent ke andar ab koi movement nahi thi… sirf ragged breaths, sweat ki smell, aur kuch bodies ki halki si trembling.
Neha beech mein thi—naked, used, aur poori tarah se drained.
Uska body ab bhi thoda twitch kar raha tha—aftershocks of multiple orgasms.
Pussy abhi bhi sticky thi—Varun ka cum uske andar, aur Kartik ka uske stomach pe dry hone laga tha.
Varun ne uske back ko halki si kiss diya aur bas soft whisper mein bola,
“So jao, Neha.”
Kartik ne ek towel se halka sa clean kiya, uske boobs pe ek final lick diya—jaise claim seal kar raha ho.
Neha ne aankhen band ki.
Uska face chadar mein dub gaya, lips swollen, cheeks wet… but expression blank.
Fir sab dheere se wapis apni original jagah par chale gaye—jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Varun right side, Sahil left, Neha phir se un dono ke beech.
Lekin iss baar sab kuch alag tha.
Ab Neha ke body pe koi kapda nahi tha.
Wo bas chadar se cover thi, but andar se bilkul nangi—physically bhi, emotionally bhi.
Sahil ne dekha.
Usne Varun ki aankhon mein jhaank kar kuch dhoondhna chaha—guilt?
Kuch nahi mila.
Neha ki taraf dekha…
Uski aankhen band thi, but aankhon ke kone mein ek aansu ab bhi chipka hua tha.
Sahil ne kuch nahi bola.
Sirf aankhen band karke pehli baar raat bhar apne biwi ke bagal mein soyega… jaante hue ki wo ab sirf uski nahi rahi.
Tent ke andar sab so gaye.
Par raat ne sab kuch badal diya tha.

Subah ke pehle rays tent ke canvas se chhu kar andar ghus rahi thi.
Pahaadon ki thandi hawa mein ek alag hi tazgi thi.
Neha ki aankhen khuli.
Usne ek gehri saans li… aur chehra pe ek halka sa muskaan thi.
Pehli feeling thi freshness. Jaise body puri tarah drained ho chuki thi, lekin saaf bhi.




Lekin phir…
Ek pal mein—jaise ek flood of memories uske dimaag mein ghus gaya.
Kartik… Varun… moans… mouth… lund… Sahil…
Uska chehra ek dum se stiff ho gaya.
Eyes widened, lips dry… heartbeat tezz.
“Oh god… maine kya kar diya?”
Usne apne aaspaas dekha—chadar ab bhi halki si shoulder pe thi.
Uska blouse ek kone mein pada tha, panty thoda side mein, skin ab bhi sticky and warm thi.
Sahil tent ke corner mein bistar pe tha… aankhen band.
Neha ne socha—
“Shayad use kuch pata nahi chala… wo to beer mein dead sleep mein tha…”
Uska guilt halki si relief mein convert hone laga.
Par ek aur pal mein…
Varun uth gaya.
Eyes full of energy, soft smile… jaise raat ko kuch nahi hua ho.
“Good morning, Bhabhi ji… trek ready?”
Uski smile mein cheeky warmth tha… par eyes mein ek dangerous sparkle.
Neha ne awkward smile di—halki si neck jhuka ke.
Uski aankhon mein ab bhi shame thi, lekin lips par pretend calm.
Tabhi Kartik bhi uth gaya.
Stretch karte hue bola,
“Bhabhi ne to raat mein record tod diye… matlab, stamina queen ho aap.”
Neha ne uski taraf ek jhatka diya—aankhon mein warning.
“Shhh…” usne bola—soft but sharp.
Par Kartik ne sirf hansi mein le liya.
Sahil uth gaya.
Jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Usne smile di, jacket pehni, aur bola:
“Chalo naashta karte hain… trek kaafi lamba hai.”
Neha froze for a second.
Wo acting kar raha tha… ekdam normal.
Na aankhon mein gussa, na thakan, na hint ki usne kuch dekha.
Par Neha ko andar se lag raha tha—yeh sahil wo nahi raha jo kal tak tha.
Aur Neha…
Bas apni jacket pakad ke tent se bahar aayi.
Fresh hawa chahiye thi… ya shayad khud se door bhaagna tha.

[sushilt20]

Brilliant update