[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.

[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.

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Pahaadi raat ke baad, subah ki dhup mein ek ajeeb si shanti thi. Lekin Neha ke andar sab kuch thoda ulta chal raha tha—body relaxed thi, lekin dil ka kaanp ab bhi ruk nahi raha tha.
Trek shuru ho chuka tha. Chaaro log ek patli si trail pe chal rahe the—ek taraf gehra khadda, doosri taraf pahaad ki seedhi chadhai. Air crisp thi, thodi thandi, lekin dhoop ne skin ko halka sa garam kiya hua tha.
Neha aage chal rahi thi—usne apna zip-up fleece pehna tha, lekin neeche se tight trekking pants aur ek lightweight kurta tha, jo hawa ke saath thoda ud raha tha. Uska mangalsutra uske neck pe tight tha, aur jab bhi dhoop padti thi us par, ek chamak aankhon ko chubh jaati thi. Us black and gold thread ka har ek moti jaise us raat ki yaadon ko gath kar rakha ho.
Varun aur Kartik dono uske aage-peeche chal rahe the. Varun kabhi kabhi intentionally close aata, uska bag lightly Neha ke hips se brush karta. Kabhi kabhi seedha uske shoulder ke paas se bolta—voice low, jaise har word secret ho.
“Waise bhabhi ji,” Varun ne thoda tezz chadhai mein halki saans lete hue kaha, “kal raat aapko dekh ke lag raha tha ki aap regular trekker nahi… performer ho.”
Neha ne sideways dekha—chehra normal rakha, par aankhon mein thodi kasak dikh gayi. Lips slightly parted, par jawaab nahi diya. Sirf neck jhuka li. Mangalsutra dhoop mein aur zyada chamak gaya.
Kartik ne peeche se add kiya, “Waise stamina toh boss-level tha. Matlab hum dono ne training chhod di. Ab Neha ma’am se sikhna padega.”
Varun hass ke bola, “Warm-up bhi perfect tha.”
Dono hase. Neha ka face red ho gaya—not from sun, but embarrassment and that tingling heat jo spine mein uth rahi thi. Usne bag ka strap tight kiya aur pace thoda badhaya.
Sahil kuch steps peeche chal raha tha. Uska chehra calm tha, aankhon mein usual soft glint, lips pe light smile. Jaise kuch suna hi nahi. Par Neha jaanti thi—wo sab observe kar raha tha. Uske har expression, har awkward pause, har aankh ka jhukna… sab kuch uske dimaag mein record ho raha tha.
Sahil ne ek moment mein kartik ke shoulder pe thappad maara, casual tone mein bola, “Chal be, Neha ko trek pe concentrate karne de. Warna fir se stamina test hoga.”
Teenon ne hassi mein cover kiya. Varun thoda peeche hua. Kartik ne aankh mari aur phir aage nikal gaya.
Neha ke pair chal rahe the, lekin uska mann... har kadam pe peeche mud kar us chadar ke neeche chala jaata tha. Aur har baar jab hawa uska kurta hilaati, aur mangalsutra uski chest pe chamakta… usse yaad dilata tha—wo ab bhi ek pativrata patni hai. Lekin sirf naam se.
Trail ab aur bhi patla ho gaya tha. Aage ek cliff viewpoint aane wala tha.
Aur Neha jaanti thi—iss trek ka manzil sirf pahad nahi tha.
Kuch aur bhi tha… jo aur tootne wala tha. Ya aur khulne wala tha.







Trail ka turn ab ek narrow rock edge par aagaya tha. Neeche valley thi—fog se bhari, aur upar se sunlight uss fog ko golden bana rahi thi. Har kadam pe lag raha tha jaise nature bhi sab kuch chhupana chaahta ho… ya phir spotlight daal raha ho Neha ke guilt pe.
Neha thodi aage thi, par uski halat uss dhoop mein chamakte mangalsutra jaisi thi—bahar se shaant, andar se tapta hua.
Peeche se Varun phir close aaya. Itna close ke uske saans Neha ke kaan ke paas mehsoos hui. Uski awaaz soft thi, lekin direct.
“Kal raat... tumne mujhe pagal kar diya.”
Neha ne ek sharp breath li. Usne dekha nahi, bas aage dekhte hue kadam aur steady kiya.
“Tum jab cum ki thi…” Varun ne dheere se kaha, “tumhari kamar ka wo hilna… bhagwan kasam… main zindagi bhar bhool nahi sakta.”
Neha ka haath reflex mein uske mangalsutra tak gaya, usne usse ungliyon se chhoo kar pakda—jaise kuch yaad dila rahi ho khud ko.
Tum kisi ki patni ho. Tumhari ek maryada hai.
Par Varun ke lafz uske seedhe andar tak ja rahe the.
Kartik side se aaya, paani ka bottle uske haath mein diya, thoda teasing smile ke saath—
“Piyo bhabhi, hydration zaroori hai. Aap jaisi wild trekker ko toh double energy chahiye.”
Neha ne bottle le li. Halki si smile bhi di.
Par uski aankhon mein wo dard tha jo kisi ne properly notice nahi kiya.
Sahil sab dekh raha tha. Pehle se thoda aage tha.
Ek chhoti si jagah pe ruk ke view dekh raha tha, jaise kuch bhi unusual nahi ho raha.
Usne peeche mudh ke dekha. Neha ke lips pe forced calm tha.
Uska mangalsutra tab bhi chamak raha tha… lekin is baar Sahil ki aankhon mein uski taraf dekhte waqt ek aur chamak thi—jaise wo dard ke peeche kuch aur samajh raha ho.
Wo Neha ke paas aaya, uske shoulder ko lightly touch kiya.
“Thak gayi?”
Neha ne halki si aankhen jhukai.
“Thoda…”
Sahil ne neck ke paas uska mangalsutra ko dekha, uska finger softly us moti pe rakha…
Aur sirf itna bola—
“Kabhi kabhi, ek patni hone ka matlab sirf ek tag nahi hota.”
Neha ne turant uski taraf dekha. Aankhon mein jhalak—shock, guilt, aur ek ajnabee si bechaini.
Par Sahil ne kuch aur nahi kaha.
Sirf turn hua, aur aage chal diya.
Neha wahin khadi reh gayi…
Peeche Varun aur Kartik the—dono ab bhi flirting zone mein.
Aur uske saamne—Sahil tha, jiska silence ab sabse gehra sawal ban chuka tha.
Us trail ke uss mod pe… Neha ne mehsoos kiya ki uska mangalsutra sirf ek ornament nahi tha.
Ab wo ek jang ka trophy bhi tha.
Aur wo trophy… sabke haath se chhoo chuki thi.




Nightfall again.
Pahaadon ki hawa mein wo shaanti thi jo sirf andheron ke baad aati hai, par us shaanti ke andar ek unsuni tension chhupi hui thi. Campfire bujh chuka tha, dinner khatam ho gaya tha, aur ek baar phir wohi tent, wohi chaar log… lekin dynamics badal chuke the.
Neha aaj raat bilkul alag thi.
Pehle jaisi awkwardness ya nervousness nahi thi… na flirting ka response.
Uske har movement mein ek controlled grace, ek conscious devotion thi—wife mode, on.
Tent mein sab settle ho rahe the.
Kartik ne casually ek bottle nikali.
Kartik: “Thodi si rum toh banti hai, itni thand mein!”
Sahil: (half smiling) “Bas thoda, taste ke liye.”
Neha ne turant Sahil ka haath pakda.
Neha: “Please, aaj mat lo. Tum thake ho… aur… main chahti hoon tum poora rest karo. Kal ka trek tough hoga.”
Neha ki aawaz mein softness thi… par ek narmi bhari authority bhi.
Sahil ne uski aankhon mein dekha—jo raaton ke guilt se bhari thi, lekin iss waqt sirf ek devoted biwi ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
Sahil: “Theek hai. Tum keh rahi ho toh nahi lunga.”
Varun ne side se aankh maari.
Varun: “Bhabhi ka effect dikh raha hai. Pehle toh bhai full bottle ke supporter the.”
Neha: (side glance dete hue) “Kuch cheezein badal jaati hain…”
Kartik ne halka sa hansa, lekin usme ek hint of awkwardness tha.
Woh feel kar raha tha ki Neha ab koi aur mood mein hai.
Varun chup raha, lekin uski aankhon mein wo silent reading chal rahi thi—jaise wo samajh gaya ho ki Neha ki loyalty ka shield wapas aa gaya hai.
Sab apne sleeping bags mein ghus gaye.
Is baar, Neha ne khud corner choose kiya.
Sahil middle mein tha, aur Kartik aur Varun uske baaju mein.
Neha ne chadar set ki, aur jaise hi light off hui, usne Sahil ke kandhe pe halka sa haath rakha.
Neha: “Aaj main tumhare kareeb hoon. Aur main chahti hoon… tum mujhe mehsoos karo.”
Sahil ne uski taraf dekha.
Bina kuch bole sirf uska haath pakad liya.
Woh touch seedha dil tak gaya.
Varun ne peeche se halki awaaz mein kaha—
Varun: “Sweet couple moment. Camp ke lovebirds.”
Neha ne aankhen band kar ke bas softly smile kiya.
Aaj uske andar koi daring ya wanting nahi thi…
Sirf ek urge thi ki Sahil use wapas dekh le—na sirf apni biwi ke roop mein, balki sirf uski Neha ke roop mein.
Tent mein silence chh gaya…
Bas ek chhupi si warmth thi,
Jo Neha ke mangalsutra se nikal ke Sahil ke dil tak ja rahi thi.
Aur pehli baar…
Neha ko laga… shayad main sambhal sakti hoon.
Shayad, main wapas uski ho sakti hoon.

Raat ka woh mod… jahan sab normal lag raha tha, suddenly ek twist ne sab kuch ulta kar diya.

Tent mein lights off thi, lekin Neha ko neend nahi aayi. Sahil ka haath uske haath mein tha, aur uska thoda warmth Neha ke guilt ko kam kar raha tha. Tabhi, Sahil ne karahna shuru kiya—pehle dheere, fir zor se.
“Uhh... Neha… pet mein dard ho raha hai… kuch ulti si aa rahi hai…”
Neha panic mein aa gayi.
“Sahil?! Kya hua? Tum theek ho?”
Usne turant chadar hatai, Sahil ko thoda uthaya.
Sahil ka face pale ho raha tha, saans tez, aur uski aankhon mein discomfort clearly dikhaayi de raha tha.
Tabhi Varun uth kar aaya.
Thoda calm, confident tone mein bola,
“Relax bhabhi ji. Mere bag mein kuch painkillers aur digestive hain. Trekker hoon, sab carry karta hoon. Ye lo.”
Usne ek strip nikali aur ek tablet diya.
Neha ne bina soche us pill ko Sahil ke liye le liya, paani diya, aur Sahil ne woh gulp kar li.
Kuch hi der mein… Sahil so gaya.
Deep. Still. Almost too still.
Neha ne uska forehead touch kiya—thoda sweat tha, par saans regular ho gayi thi.
Uska body relaxed lag raha tha.
Neha ke shoulders dhheere se gir gaye.
Usne saans chhodi.
“Thank god… ab theek lag raha hai. Tum dono ne bacha liya usse.”
Varun aur Kartik thoda paas aake baithe.
Ek dusre ki taraf dekha.
Aur phir… halki si hansi.
Neha: (thoda confused) “Kya hua? Hasse kyun?”
Kartik: (smirking) “Arre baby… relax, tension mat lo…
woh sleeping pills thi. Pet dard ka nahi, full shutdown ka kaam karta hai.”
Neha ne ekdum se shock mein Kartik ki taraf dekha.
“Kya?! Tumne mujhe painkiller kaha tha—woh to…”
Varun: “Arre bhabhi, tension mat lo.
Ek raat ka chain hi to diya hai aapko.
Aur bhaiya ko… sweet sapne.”
Uska tone playful tha, par aankhon mein wo same dark charm.
Neha ka chehra pale ho gaya.
Uska haath still Sahil ke chest pe tha—jo ab deep sleep mein tha.
Ek taraf relief, dusri taraf ek dar jaise body mein phir se race kar gaya.
Kartik thoda aur close aaya,
“Aap ab bilkul free hain… ek raat ka break toh deserved hota hai, hai na?”
Neha ki aankhon mein guilt ke saath saath wo bichli raaton ka yaad laut aaya—uski kamar ka wo hilna, lips ka uska scream, aur Varun-Kartik ke beech uska poora tootna.
Aur ab… wohi log uske saamne the.
Sahil… so chuka tha.
Aur tent mein… phir se wahi hawa bhar rahi thi.

Jaise hi Kartik aur Varun ne Sahil ko quietly ek side mein shift kiya, Neha ne thodi si uneasy movement ki. Uski aankhon mein ek silent fear tha, lekin chehre par ek mask of resignation bhi.
Neha: "Ye galat hai... main chilla sakti hoon. Yahan bahut log hain."
Varun: (thoda gusse mein) "Achha? Chillaogi? Toh suno, paas wale tent mein mere chaar dost aur hain. Agar tumne awaaz uthayi, toh mujhe unko bulana padega. Aur phir, soch lo... kya behtar hoga tumhare liye."
Neha ki saans tez ho gayi. Uski aankhen bhar aayi, aansuon se, dar se, aur shayad kuch resign se. Usne apne aas-paas dekha, raat ka andhera aur tent ka isolation uske against conspiracy kar rahe the. Phir, usne ek gehri saans li, aur apni kismat ko silently accept karte hue, sirf haan mein sir hila diya. Uska resistance, jaise dhire dhire melt ho gaya tha.
Kartik: (muskurate hue) "Smart choice, bhabhi. Relax, enjoy karo... hum tumhe special feel karayenge."
Dono ne phir se approach kiya, Neha ke beech mein position le li, aur unka behavior pehle se zyada bold aur assertive ho gaya. Neha, trapped and powerless, bas chupchap leti rahi, aankhen band karke, har touch ko absorb karte hue, jaise koi bura sapna dekh rahi ho jo khatam hi nahi ho raha.

Dono Neha ke dono taraf baith gaye—ek taraf Kartik, doosri taraf Varun. Neha bilkul shant thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi, jaise sab kuch seh rahi ho, par andar kuchh to toofani chal raha ho.
Kartik uski taraf jhuk ke bola, "Baby... fir kya kya karein tumhare saath?"
Neha ne thandi awaaz mein kaha, "Jo bhi karna hai, jaldi khatam karo."
Varun hansi chhupate hue uske kapde dheere se utarne laga—wo garam shawl jaisa outer layer, jisme wo lipti thi, usne utar diya. Andar Neha ne ek blue color ka sleeveless one-piece pehna tha, dotted print mein. Uska neckline thoda deep tha, jisme se uska mangalsutra uske cleavage ke beech mein chamak raha tha—ek sansani macha dene wala nazara.
Uske clean, fair armpits dikh rahe the, jise dekh kar Varun ka fetish jag gaya. Usne dheere se bola, “You know I’ve always had a thing for armpits... let me taste some.”
Usne Neha ka haath upar uthwaya aur uski bagal mein apni jeeb ghuma di. Neha ka jism halkasa jhanjhanaya, jaise ek halki gudgudi se uske andar koi leher uthti ho. Uska expression change hua—shant se thoda sensuous mein badalne laga.
Ye dekh kar Kartik bhi control mein nahi raha. Usne Neha ke doosre side se approach kiya aur uski doosri armpit par apni jeeb rakh di—ab dono uske bagal se uske jism mein bijliyaan daal rahe the.
Neha ka saans tez hone laga. Uske honton par ab ek halki si kanak si muskaan thi—ek silent approval jaise wo keh rahi ho, "Haan, karo... par khatm jaldi karo."





Tent ke andar ka mahaul gungunaa raha tha, lekin hawa mein ek tension thi—ek chingari jo kabhi bhi shola ban sakti thi. Neha ab bhi beech mein thi, uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi—shararat aur kasak ka mix. Kartik aur Varun dono us par jhuke hue the, jaise apni haqdari likhne wale ho.
Kartik ne uska one-piece ka strap kheench ke bola, “Ye kapda beech ka hai baby… mujhe nahi chahiye kuchh bich mein.”
Dheere nahi, usne ek jhatke mein strap kheench kar uska dress neeche gira diya. Neha ke seene ke upar ka portion bilkul nanga ho chuka tha—sirf bra ka support tha, lekin Varun ne usse bhi dekhte hi bola, “No mercy tonight.” Aur usne uski bra ke hook khol diye—wo khul kar uski god mein gir gayi jaise koi haar maan gaya ho.
Neha ka jism halkasa kaanp raha tha, thandi hawa aur dono ke touch se. Uski nipples tight ho chuki thi, jaise har ek touch ki pyaas liye ho. Kartik ne uski nipple par apni jeeb ghumaayi, aur Varun ne dusre breast ko mooh mein le liya. Tent ke andar halki si suck karne ki awazen gungunane lagi thi.
Neha se ek halki si siskari nikal gayi—“uhhh… haan… thoda aur….”
Tent ke corner mein Sahil gehri neend mein so raha tha. Uski saans bhi ek rhythm mein chal rahi thi. Neha ki aankhen ek pal ke liye uski taraf gayi—ek choti si chinta ki lehar jaise dil mein uthi, par fir Kartik ne uske thighs par haath rakha, aur uski attention wapas le aayi.
“Chhod usse, baby… aaj tu hamari hai,” Varun ne uske kaan mein kahke uski panty ke elastic ko kheech kar snap kiya.
“Aahhh…” Neha ke mooh se zor ki aawaz nikli, lekin turant usne apna mooh daba liya—Sahil jaag na jaaye. Ye dar hi uske pleasure ko aur tez kar raha tha.
Kartik ne uski panty neeche khiska di, aur uske hips pakad kar bola, “You smell like sin, Neha.”
Tent mein ab sirf unki moaning, skin-on-skin contact ki awazen aur halki si cloth-rustling ki aahat thi. Neha kabhi kabhi Sahil ki taraf dekhti thi—woh ab bhi so raha tha, aur Neha usi waqt dono ke beech mein jhukti ja rahi thi… ek taraf mohabbat thi, doosri taraf junoon.





Neha ab almost semi-nude thi. Uska blue one-piece poori tarah kamar tak khisak chuka tha, bra already unhook ho chuki thi. Uska soft fair skin tent ki halki light mein aur bhi nikhra hua lag raha tha. Uske boobs full aur round the—almost 34D size—bilkul tight aur natural. Jaise kisi ne perfectly banaye ho.
Nipples thande hawa se aur dono ke touch se fully erect ho chuke the—light pink color ke, thode se bade aur perfectly centered. Varun ne haath se ek breast ko pakad ke dheere se press kiya, aur bola, "Damn, kitne tight hain… bilkul jaise dream girl ho tu."
Kartik ne dusra breast pakad ke uski nipple ko anguli se roll kiya, fir dheere se pinch kiya. Neha ke mooh se ek halki si moan nikal gayi, “uhhh… haan…”
Varun ne apna mooh uske breast pe rakha aur chaatna shuru kiya, nipple ke around circular motion mein jeeb ghuma raha tha. Kartik ne dusre breast ko mouth mein le liya, aur gently suck karte hue tongue se uski nipple ko tease karne laga.
Neha ka jism kaanp raha tha, uske haath kabhi bed sheet ko pakad lete, kabhi Kartik ke baal. Uski kamar halki si uth rahi thi, jaise har suck aur pinch ke saath wo aur control lose kar rahi ho.
"Don’t stop… please," usne dheere se kaha, aankhen band karke, lekin uski nazar kabhi kabhi jaake Sahil pe padti thi—jo tent ke kone mein ab bhi so raha tha, bilkul unwaware ki uski biwi dusre mardon ke haath mein apne seene se sukoon dila rahi hai.



Varun dheere-dheere neha ke pairon ke paas jhuk gaya. Usne uska one-piece aur neeche kheench diya, taaki uski thighs poori tarah expose ho jayein. Neha ki smooth, milky white tange tent ke soft light mein aur bhi tempting lag rahi thi.
Varun ne uske pair dhire se failaye… aur beech mein uski white panty nazar aayi—jo ab halki si wet ho chuki thi. Wo wet patch dekh kar Varun ke honton pe ek teasing si muskaan aa gayi.
"Already itni ready ho?" usne husky awaaz mein kaha, aur fir bina rukhe, uski panty ke upar se gently rub karne laga—dheere-dheere, circular motion mein.
Neha ne apni aankhen band kar li, mooh se ek halki si siskari nikal gayi, "uhhh… Varun…"
Jaise-jaise Varun ka finger pressure badhta gaya, uski panty aur zyada wet hoti gayi. Uske sensitive spot pe touch se Neha ki kamar hilne lagi thi, jaise wo apne aap ko control nahi kar paa rahi ho.
Upar Kartik ab bhi Neha ke boobs chus raha tha—kabhi ek ko apne mooh mein lekar suck karta, kabhi dusre ko gently bite karta. Uski jeeb uski nipples ke around spin ho rahi thi, aur haath uske curves ko press karte ja rahe the.
Fir usne Neha ke mooh ke paas jaake ek deep kiss le liya—passionate aur wet. Dono ke hont chipak gaye the. Fir Kartik ne apni jeeb uske mooh ke andar daali, aur Neha ne bhi uski jeeb ko apni jeeb se lock kar liya. Ab dono ki jeeben ek dusre ko explore kar rahi thi—tongue to tongue licking, moaning ke saath.
Tent ke andar sirf skin ki rustling, deep moans aur wet kisses ki awaaz thi. Neha ka jism ab poora response de raha tha—upar se leke neeche tak, wo dono mardon ke touch mein ghul chuki thi.




Jab Kartik Neha ko passionate kiss mein bandh raha tha—uski jeeb uske mooh mein deep jaake dance kar rahi thi—tabhi neeche Varun ne dheere se uski wet panty ko puri tarah utar diya. Ab Neha poori tarah exposed thi—uski chut bilkul open, soft aur halki trimmed thi, lekin sabse zyada noticeable tha uska wetness.
Wo jagah itni zyada soaked thi ki halka sa touch bhi slippery lag raha tha. Varun ne uske soft folds ko dekha—glossy and wet with her desire. Usne halka sa smile kiya, jaise wo scene ka king ho.
Fir usne apni ek ungli dheere se andar daali—Neha ki chut ne turant us ungli ko soak kar liya. Neha ne kiss ke beech mein hi ek zabardast moan nikal diya, “uhhh… Kartik…” aur Kartik ko tightly hug kar liya, uski chest se chipak gayi, jaise pleasure se jhoom rahi ho.
Varun ne halka sa hans ke kaha, “Bas ek se kaam nahi chalega,” aur fir usne apni doosri ungli bhi dheere se daali. Ab dono ungliyaan uske andar bahar ho rahi thi—slow thrust, firm motion.
Neha ka lower body ab khud control lose kar rahi thi. Uska bottom aage-peeche move ho raha tha, hips uth uth kar Varun ki ungliyon ko aur andar chah raha tha. Uska jism kaanp raha tha—ek ajeeb si taqat aur pyaas thi uske andar.
Upar Kartik uske neck aur collarbone ko kiss kar raha tha, aur neeche Varun uski chut ke har sensitive point ko explore kar raha tha.
Neha ke mooh se ab sirf moans nikal rahe the—kabhi halki si cheekhi, kabhi deep breath. Tent ke andar ka mahaul ab sirf lust ka tha—ek silent zone jahan sirf unke jism bol rahe the.

Varun ki dono ungliyaan ab steady rhythm mein andar-bahar ho rahi thi—deep, slow thrusts, kabhi kabhi circular motion mein, jaise har nerve ko jagaa raha ho. Neha ka bottom ab uncontrollably hil raha tha, hips uth uth ke aur pressure le rahe the.
Uski chut se ab halki se wet sounds nikal rahi thi—chupp… chupp…—jo tent ke silent raat mein aur bhi bold lag rahi thi.
Neha ki saansen tez ho chuki thi. Mooh se nikalti thi, "haa… uh… ohhh Varun… stop nahi karna…"
Varun ne ek pal ko ungliyaan bahar nikaali, aur uski chut ke saamne mooh le gaya. Uski jeeb dheere se Neha ke folds par touch hui, fir poori tarah andar ghus gayi. Ek hot, wet lick ne Neha ke jism mein current sa daal diya.
"Aaahhh… god… Varun…!" Neha almost chilla gayi thi, lekin mooh daba liya Kartik ke chest pe, jise usne ab tightly pakad liya tha.
Varun ne uski chut ko explore karna shuru kiya—tongue deep andar le jaake, kabhi clit ko suck karke, kabhi full slit ke across lick karke. Uski jeeb ka rhythm almost orgasmic tha.
Kartik ne uska face pakad ke fir se kiss kiya—deep, open-mouth kiss—andar tongue to tongue movement. Fir usne puchha, "Kaisa lag raha hai, baby?"
Neha ne sirf ek word kaha, "Insane…"
Kartik ne uski body ke neeche jhuk ke bola, “Mujhe bhi taste chahiye…”
Aur bina rukhe, usne bhi Neha ke legs open kiye, Varun ke side se shift hoke uski chut ke upar jeeb rakh di.
Ab dono ek saath usse taste kar rahe the—Varun clit lick kar raha tha, aur Kartik tongue andar ghusa ke Neha ka juice suck kar raha tha. Dono ek dusre ke touch se excited ho rahe the, aur Neha ka taste dono ko crazy kar raha tha.
"Amazing… she tastes sweet… creamy… ufff…" Kartik ne kaha.
Neha ab fully lose ho chuki thi. Uska jism hil raha tha uncontrollably, hips uth uth kar jeeb ko aur andar le ja raha tha. Fir ek dum se uska body tight ho gaya… mooh se ek lambi si scream nikli, "Ahhhhhh… I’m cumming…!"
Uski chut se warm, sticky liquid nikal ke dono ke honton tak aa gaya… aur dono ne bina rukhe wo sab taste kiya, ek dusre ke honton tak se lick kiya. Neha ka poora jism ab relaxed ho chuka tha, heartbeat high thi, chest upar neeche ho raha tha.
Tent mein ab sirf unki saansein aur satisfaction ki thakan thi.


Dono ab khade the—fully undressed, ready, and throbbing with desire. Neha ne aankhon se unke lund dekhe… dono kaafi bade aur hard the. Uske liye yeh sab pehli baar tha—Sahil ka lund tak usne kabhi mooh mein nahi liya tha, lekin aaj… aaj kuch alag tha. Kuch raw, kuch irresistible.
Varun ne uske baal halka se pakad kar bola, “Neha… thoda thandak de mujhe… jaldi.”
Neha ne halki si najar Sahil ke taraf daali—wo ab bhi tent ke kone mein gehri neend mein tha.
Phir usne aankhen bandh ki, aur dheere se Varun ke lund par apne hothon ko rakha. Pehle ek halki kiss… fir tip ko jeeb se touch kiya. Thoda taste aaya—salty, musky… lekin kuch ajeeb se addictive. Dheere-dheere usne apna mooh open kiya… aur Varun ka lund andar le liya.
Varun ka moan nikla, “F**k… that’s hot…”
Neha ab ice cream ki tarah use chaat rahi thi—poori attention ke saath… jeeb se poora lund lick karti, fir deep suck, kabhi balls tak jeeb le jaake tease karti thi.
Upar se Kartik dekh raha tha, control lose kar raha tha. “Mujhe bhi chahiye us wet mooh ka maza…”
Neha ne Varun ka lund se mooh hata ke Kartik ki taraf dekha, uska bhi lund now throbbing and wet at the tip.
Usne bina kuch bole Kartik ka lund apne mooh mein le liya—pehle thoda shallow, fir thoda aur deep. Kartik ke haath uske baalon mein ghus gaye, guiding her rhythm. Neha ka mooh ab fully active tha—wet, warm, and welcoming.
Thodi der baad, Varun phir paas aaya. “Let’s see how you handle both…”
Neha ne aankhen wide kholi… dono uske samne khade the, apne lund uske mooh ke paas le aaye.
Pehle Kartik ka… fir Varun ka… ab dono ek saath tip se andar ja rahe the—thoda left, thoda right, kabhi ek deep push, kabhi slow slide. Neha ka mooh ab full ho chuka tha—saliva drip kar raha tha lips ke kinare se… but uski aankhon mein koi sharam nahi thi… sirf junoon.
Tent ke andar ab halki moaning, slurping, aur body movement ki aawazen thi. Neha ka mooh dono ke lund taste kar raha tha—alternating, sucking, licking with full heat.
Unka har thrust uske lips ko stretch kar raha tha, lekin Neha hold kar rahi thi—apni pehli oral experience ko unforgettable banate hue.







Tent ke corner mein Sahil ka body bilkul relaxed tha—jaise gehri neend mein ho. Lekin uski aankhen andar se khuli hui thi… vo sab dekh raha tha. Neha ka pehla kiss, pehla mooh mein lund lena, dono mardon ke saath uska bold hona—ek ek moment uske saamne live chal raha tha.
Usne pehle hi ek chhoti si neend ki goli li thi… bas acting kar raha tha. Jab usne dekha ki Neha aur Kartik tent ke andar aaye hain, uska dil zor se dhadakne laga tha… lekin curiosity mein chup raha. Fir Varun bhi aaya… aur phir uske saamne ka tamasha shuru ho gaya.
Sahil ne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki uski Neha, jo hamesha sharmili si rehti thi, aaj itni wild ban jayegi. Uska ek-ek movement—mooh se slurp karna, dono ke lund taste karna, saliva drip hona—sab kuch Sahil ke liye ek naya shock tha… lekin ek aisa shock jo use turn-on kar raha tha.
Uske andar kuchh jal gaya tha—nafrat nahi… lekin ek ajeeb si possessive desire.
"Yeh meri Neha hai… aur aaj vo kisi aur ke mooh mein lund le rahi hai… bina sharam, bina rukawat."
Uska lund ab uske boxer ke andar tight ho raha tha… vo haath maar ke hilane ka mann kar raha tha… lekin usne control kiya. Usne sirf dekha… har angle, har touch, har moan… jaise vo sab feel kar raha ho apne jism mein.
Uski aankhon ke saamne Neha ab dono ke beech mein thi—kabhi Kartik ka deep suck, kabhi Varun ke balls tak jeeb… aur uska expression—pura surrender. Sahil ne pehli baar use us form mein dekha… wild, wanting, aur unstoppable.
"Main sochta tha main use samajhta hoon… par vo to kuch aur hi nikli…" Sahil ne socha, uski aankhon mein ab ek nayi intensity thi.

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Tent ke andar ab hawaa bhi garam ho chuki thi… lust ka mahaul itna gehra tha ki kisi ko bhi kuchh aur mehsoos nahi ho raha tha. Kartik ab bhi Neha ke mooh mein apna lund andar-bahar kar raha tha, aur Neha poori tarah involve thi—eyes half-closed, jeeb se slow licking, lips tightly wrapped.
Tabhi Varun ne apna lund uske mooh se nikaala, uske baalon ko ek baar softly stroke kiya, aur fir dheere se uski kamar pakad ke bola, “Ab neeche…”
Neha samajh gayi… vo bed pe jhuki—doggy style mein aayi, kamar uthai, aur apni tange faila di. Uski chut poori tarah wet thi, thodi si throbbing bhi—ready for him. Varun ne apna lund uske entrance pe rakha, aur thoda rub karne ke baad ek slow push mein andar daal diya.
“Aaahhh…,” Neha ne moan kiya, Kartik ke lund ke around muffled sound mein, kyunki ab bhi uska mooh uske lund mein tha.
Varun ka lund dheere se andar gaya, lekin Neha ki chut itni tight thi ki use clearly feel ho raha tha—andar jese kheech rahi ho, har inch absorb kar rahi ho.
Varun ne pehle kuch slow thrust kiye… lekin fir speed badha di.
Thap! Thap! Thap!
Tent mein ab uski hips se lagti thokar ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Har thrust mein Neha aage jhukti thi, lekin Varun fir uske hips kheench leta.
Neha ke mooh se ab heavy moans nikal rahe the—“Uhh… uhhh… aur… aur… don’t stop…!”
Uska body ab control mein nahi tha—ek lund uske mooh mein, doosra chut mein… aur dono taraf se wo fully taken thi.
Upar se Kartik uske sir ke baalon ko pakad ke deep thrust de raha tha—uski jeeb kabhi lund ke tip ko chaatti, kabhi throat tak le jaake choke jaati thi. Har baar uske honton se saliva drip hota, jo uske seene tak behta jaa raha tha.
Tent ke corner mein… Sahil ab bhi chup tha. Lekin uska lund ab haath mein tha. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha, aankhen Neha par tiki thi—uski biwi, kisi aur ke lund par moaning, enjoy karte hue, control lose karti hui…
Aur uska jism bhi ab control kho raha tha.




Varun ab Neha ki chut mein full rhythm se thrust kar raha tha—deep, hard strokes, har bar uske andar tak jake uski tight walls ko stretch karte hue. Kartik ka lund ab bhi uske mooh mein tha, aur Neha usse poori tarah suck kar rahi thi, jaise apni poori bhook usmein utaar rahi ho.
Neha ka jism ab hil raha tha, uski kamar har thrust ke saath jhatakti thi, aur uski moaning ab control ke bahar thi—muffled yet raw.
"Ahhh… Varun… I… I can’t…!"
Uski saansein tez thi, hoth gile, aur aankhon mein sirf ecstasy.
Varun ne uski kamar ko aur tight pakad ke ek hard thrust diya, aur wahi ek thrust Neha ke jism ke andar kuch tod gaya…
Ek explosion jaise feel hua.
"Aaaaahhhh…!"
Neha ne Kartik ke lund se mooh hata ke zor se cheekha, uska body shake karne laga, hips uncontrollably uth rahe the…
She was cumming. Hard. Deep.
Uski chut se warm liquid nikal kar Varun ke lund ko soak kar gaya. Puri body tight ho gayi thi, har muscle tensed, aur tent ke andar sirf uske moan ki goonj thi.
Varun thoda ruka… thoda amazed… “Damn… tum to flood le aayi ho…”
Kartik ne hansi mein kaha, “Time to switch… mujhe bhi taste karna hai.”
Neha ab thodi exhausted thi, lekin uske honton pe ab bhi ek lazy, lustful smile thi. Kartik ne usse seedha kiya, uske thighs pakad ke khud niche aaya, aur bina waqt waste kiye, apna lund uski soaked chut ke saamne rakha.
Varun ne meanwhile uske mooh ke paas aake apna lund rub kiya—ab jagah badal chuki thi.
Neha ab dubara ready thi—ek nayi rhythm ke saath. Ab Kartik uski chut mein tha… aur Varun uske mooh mein.
Dono ne apni jagah le li… fir se action start ho gaya. Tent mein phir se thap-thap, slurp-slurp, moaning, and intense heat.
Aur corner mein Sahil… ab aur bhi shock mein tha.
Uski Neha ab un dono ke beech mein thi—ek orgasm peeche, ek aur aage.





Kuch moments baad jab rhythm peak par thi, achanak Varun ne apna motion slow kiya aur fir ruk gaya. Neha ne halki si confusion ke saath peeche mud ke dekha, “Kya hua…?”
Varun ne uske hips ko softly pakad ke kaha, “I want to try something new today…”
Usne Neha ki back thodi aur jhukaayi, aur apni ungli se uski gand ke chhed ko halki si sehlana shuru kiya. Jaise hi thoda pressure diya, Neha ka jism thoda tense ho gaya. Usne ghabra kar kaha, "Nahi… ye maine kabhi nahi kiya… rehne do please."
Varun ne smile ke saath uske peeth par soft kiss kiya aur bola, “Har cheez ka ek din hota hai baby… aur aaj tumhara wo din hai. Trust me… just enjoy.”
Uski ungli fir se waha gayi—aur is baar thoda pressure ke saath, usne dheere se andar daala. Neha ka mooh khula ka khula reh gaya, ek halki si si seeti jaise nikal gayi—"Ahhh… it’s tight…"
“Exactly,” Varun ne halka sa hansa. Us jagah ka natural tightness use aur turn-on kar raha tha.
Usne ek chhoti bottle nikali, thoda sa lube apni ungli par dala, aur fir uski gand ke chhed par lagaya. Ungli ab smoothly andar gayi, dheere-dheere motion mein andar-bahar hone lagi.
Neha ab fully exposed thi—chut ab free thi, lekin gand mein Varun ki lubed ungli ka feel kuch alag tha.
Wo confused si pleasure mein thi—thoda tension, thoda guilt, aur bahut zyada sensation.
"Yeh kaisa feel ho raha hai Neha…?" Varun ne puchha, uski gand ke andar fir ek aur deep glide karte hue.
Neha ne aankhen band karke moan kiya, “It’s strange… lekin… hot.”
Uska jism ab double sensation mein hil raha tha—ek jagah khaali, doosri jagah tight filled. Har baar jab ungli andar jati thi, uski kamar thoda jump karti thi.
Kartik ab bhi uski neck aur breast pe soft kisses de raha tha, uska body calm karte hue, jabki Varun uski limits push kar raha tha.
Neha ab ek aise zone mein thi jahan pleasure aur shock mix ho chuka tha—ek hi waqt mein guilt bhi, aur madness bhi.


Kartik ab neeche lete hue apna lund Neha ke liye set kar chuka tha. Usne Neha ka haath pakad ke apne upar kheench liya. Neha ne thoda balance banaya, fir dhire se apne hips neeche kiye… aur uski chut mein Kartik ka lund poora andar chala gaya.
“Aahhh…” Neha ne moan kiya—uske andar ab phir se ek bharapan aa gaya tha.
Usi waqt peechhe se Varun ne apna haath uske hips pe rakha. “Bas ek aur jagah baaki hai baby,” usne tease karte hue kaha. Fir usne apna mota lund Neha ki gand ke upar rakha—already lubed and ready. Ek soft rub diya, tip ko dheere se uske chhed pe press kiya.
Neha ne mooh se ek halki si siskari nikali, “Uh… Varun… slow…”
Tip andar gaya… Neha ka jism tight ho gaya. Usne aankhen jor se band kar li, thoda pain tha, par kuch ajeeb sa nasha bhi.
Tabhi Varun ne ek aur push diya—aur pura lund andar ghus gaya.
“Uhhh—ahhh…!” Neha ne cheekh di, mooh open kar diya, aankhon ke kone se paani nikal aaya. Uska jism ab dono taraf se full tha—chut mein Kartik ka hard lund… aur gand mein Varun ka mota lund.
Ek pal ke liye usne bass gehri saans li… fir dheere-dheere pain pleasure mein badal gaya.
Ab dono ne motion shuru kiya… pehle dheere… fir gradually speed badhti gayi.
Double rhythm—andar-bahar… andar-bahar…
Tent mein thap-thap, slurp, moan aur wet sounds gunjne lage. Neha ka jism ab kabu mein nahi tha… uski aankhen ghoom gayi thi, lips parted, breathing fast.
Usne mooh se zor se scream kiya, “Ohhh f***… yeh kya ho raha hai mujhe… I’m flying…”
Uski body ka har inch ab tremble kar raha tha. Ek taraf tight stretch… doosri taraf full pressure. Uski nipples erect the, body sweat se glisten kar rahi thi. Har thrust mein uska jism jhatak raha tha, Kartik ke chest se takra kar. Varun har baar uski gand ko tight grip mein leke andar ghus raha tha.
Neha ab sirf ek jism nahi rahi thi… ek flame thi—burning, screaming, shaking in pleasure.






Neha ab poori tarah unke beech mein thi—ek jism, do lund, aur ek junoon jo rukne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha. Kartik ka lund uski chut ko bharke andar-bahar ho raha tha, aur Varun ka mota lund uski gand mein ghus ke uske ander tak jaa raha tha.
Thap… thap… thap…!
Tent ke andar har jhatke ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Neha ki heavy moaning unse bhi tez ho chuki thi—“Ahhh… haaahhh… ufff… aur… aur… aur!”
Uske soft bouncing boobs Kartik ke chest pe lag rahe the, aur beech mein uska mangalsutra jhool raha tha, uski cleavage mein chamak raha tha, har thrust ke saath swing karta hua—ek sacred symbol, jo uski absolutely sinful act ke beech mein chamak raha tha.
Uska face now flushed tha, aankhen almost rolled back. Lekin tabhi—ek moment ke liye—uski nazar Sahil ki taraf gayi.
Wahi Sahil… jo tent ke corner mein ab bhi ‘soya hua’ tha.
Neha ne mooh se cheekh ke bola, “Suno tum dono… aur tez chodo mujhe… mujhe raw fuck chahiye… feel karo meri chut aur meri gand dono… har jagah bhar do mujhe…!”
Uske shabd sunte hi dono aur wild ho gaye. Kartik ne uski kamar tightly pakad li, aur deep, fast thrusts dene laga.
Varun ne bhi uske hips ko spread kar ke gand mein lund poora deeply daal ke pace badha diya.
“Uhhh… baby you’re so tight…” Kartik ne moan kiya, uski chut ki grip uske lund ko almost squeeze kar rahi thi.
“F***… Neha… tumhari gand meri lund ko kheench rahi hai…” Varun bhi ab lose control mein tha.
Neha ka jism hilta gaya… uski moaning ab screams mein badal gayi.
“Main… main aa rahi hoon… ahhhh…!”
Aur ek dum… uska climax phat gaya.
Uski chut se garam cum shoot hua, poori body shake kar gayi, hips uncontrollably jump hue.
Uski gand tight ho gayi, uske muscles spasm kar rahe the—poora jism jese orgasmic fire mein jal raha tha.
Kartik ne apna mooh uske shoulder pe daal diya, aur moan kiya, “Main bhi… can’t stop… ahhh take it all Neha…!”
Ek powerful thrust ke saath, usne Neha ki chut ke andar apna hot cum shoot kiya—pulse by pulse.
Varun ab full pressure mein tha. “Nehaaa… I’m f***ing filling you up…!”
Aur fir usne bhi deep push karke uski gand ke andar apna thick, hot load release kar diya.
Tino jism ek saath hil rahe the, aur ab sirf halki thap-thap, ragged breaths, aur drip… drip ki cum ki awaaz tent mein bachi thi.
Neha ki chut aur gand ka chhed dono cum se leak kar rahe the—mixed juices nikal kar uski thighs pe beh rahe the. Uska jism relaxed tha, lekin aankhen dreamy… jaise kisi trance mein ho.
Sabne climax feel kiya—physically aur emotionally.
Neha—ek strange, out-of-body pleasure mein thi.
Kartik—apne orgasm ke baad bhi Neha ko tight pakde tha, uski breathing slow ho rahi thi.
Varun—still inside her, mooh se nikal raha tha, “F***… I’ve never cum this hard before…”




Sab kuch thoda der pehle tak jahan thap-thap aur moaning se goonj raha tha… ab wahan sirf khamoshi thi.
Neha ab niche leti thi—naked, sweaty, exhausted, aur poori tarah se filled. Uski legs halki si faili hui thi, jahan se chut aur gand dono se cum bahar nikal raha tha—white, thick liquid, jo uski inner thighs se neeche tapak raha tha, sheet tak soak ho chuki thi.
Uski aankhen aadhi band thi, lips parted. Saans tez thi… lekin andar se sukoon bhi tha. Ek ajeeb si narmi, ek surrender ke baad ka thakaan.
Kartik aur Varun, dono uske aaju-baaju let chuke the—ek haath uske pet pe tha, doosra uske thighs pe. Sab kuch poora ho chuka tha. Unhone use har jagah feel kiya, bhar diya… aur ab uske paas aaram ki si neend thi.
Lekin tent ke ek corner mein… Sahil ab bhi jag raha tha.
Uska jism ab bhi stiff tha… aankhen wide open… usne sab dekha tha. Har touch, har thrust, har moan—uski Neha ka dusron ke saath vo roop, jaisa usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.
Ek pal ke liye usne apni aankhen band kar li… aur fir slowly open ki.
Use maza aaya tha. Haan… uska lund ab bhi thoda hard tha, usne apne boxer ke andar feel kiya tha wo pulse, wo sensation—jo kisi neend mein nahi, lust mein jagti hai.
Lekin saath hi… ek guilt bhi tha.
“Main ne sab dekha… chupchap. Maine roka nahi… Neha ko kaha bhi nahi… bas dekhta raha… kyon?”
Uske dil mein ek guilt ka saval ghoom raha tha.
Neha ke honton pe ab bhi ek faint si muskaan thi… jaise usne sapna dekha ho.
Sahil ne uski taraf dekha… uska mangalsutra ab bhi uske seene pe chipka tha, cum ke drops ke saath… ek sacred chain… ab ek sinful raaz.
Uske mann mein ab sirf ek khayal tha—
"Ab kya? Kya Neha mujhe kabhi waise dekhegi jaise pehle dekhti thi?"
Aur tent mein ek heavy silence tha…
jisme sirf ek sach chhupa tha—Neha ab badal chuki thi.





Subah ki thandi hawa tent ke canvas se andar ghus rahi thi. Light golden thi, hilltop pe morning sun ekdum soft lag raha tha.
Neha sabse pehle uthi.
Uska body sore tha, par face pe ek controlled calm tha—jaise wo sab kuch yaad bhi rakh rahi thi, aur sab bhoolne ki koshish bhi kar rahi thi.
Varun aur Kartik ne aankhen kholi, thoda stretch kiya. Bina kuch awkwardness ke, jaise raat bas ek casual memory thi. Dono ne quietly apne kapde pehne, jackets button kiye, aur ek dusre ki taraf light sa glance kiya—smirking, not talking.
Neha chadar side ki, aur quietly apna one-piece adjust kiya.
Hair open the, eyes a little tired, but usne quickly shawl lapet li. Uske haathon ne automatically mangalsutra ko straighten kiya—wo ab bhi uski cleavage ke paas chamak raha tha, par ab uss shine mein kuch aur tha.
Woh Sahil ke paas aayi—jo ya toh sach mein so raha tha, ya phir ab bhi apni aankhon ke peeche emotions chhupa raha tha.
Neha: (soft voice mein)
“Baby… chalo, uth jao. Ab nikalna hai. Trek ka time ho raha hai.”
Uski awaaz mein pyaar tha, par ek thakan bhi thi. Jaise uska guilt ab routine ban chuka ho. Jaise wo chahti ho ki Sahil uth jaaye, par wo apne aankhon mein uski aankhon se naa takraaye.
Sahil ne aankhen kholne mein der ki. Aankhen aadhi khuli, aur bas Neha ko ek second dekha. Kuch bola nahi.
Bas uske lips par ek thodi si forced smile thi… jaise keh raha ho:
"Main sab jaanta hoon.
Aur main fir bhi tumse juda hoon."



Trek ka aakhri stretch complete ho gaya tha. Sab log thake hue the, lekin hawa mein excitement thi—photos, selfies, panoramic view, aur wo fake cheerfulness jo aksar uncomfortable silences ko chhupata hai.
Neha peechhe chal rahi thi.
Chehra thoda dull, aankhon ke neeche halka darkness. Lips dry the, par usne kuch bola nahi.
Uska body exhausted tha—sirf thakan se nahi… emotionally bhi.
Varun aur Kartik ekdum energetic mood mein the.
Kartik bar-bar jokes maar raha tha, loud hansi, trek ke highlights pe commentary…
Aur Varun casually Neha ke side se walk karta hua ek aur remark de gaya:
Varun: “Waise bhabhi… stamina toh kamaal ka hai aapka.
Kal raat ke baad bhi trek mein first gear mein nikal gayi.”
Kartik: (laugh ke beech mein) “Aur bhaiya toh lagta hai abhi bhi recovery mode mein hain!”
Neha ne bas ek thandi si nazar un dono par daali.
Kuch bola nahi. Bas aankhen chura ke aage badh gayi.
Na narazgi, na flirt ka response—ek deadpan silence.
Sahil side mein tha, headphones neck mein latka hua. Usne sab suna…
Par bas ek soft laugh mein cover kar diya.
Ab wo acting mein bhi pro ho gaya tha.
Base camp pahuchne par sab log apne-apne backpacks adjust kar rahe the.
Kartik ne apna phone nikala, aur Sahil ke haath mein diya.
Kartik: “Bro, rakh le number. Trek pe milke maza aaya.
Agli baar Goa plan ho toh bata dena… bhabhi ji ko bhi bula lena.”
Ek cheeky wink diya, jisme dosti bhi thi… aur andar se kuch aur bhi.
Varun ne bhi casual smile ke saath haath milaya.
Varun: “Aur haan… take care, bhabhi ji. Don’t miss us too much.”
Sahil ne haath milaya… par aankhon mein kuch tha—na soft, na hostile… bas ek strange blankness.
Neha ek kone mein khadi thi, apna bottle fill kar rahi thi.
Uske kaan mein sab kuch jaa raha tha… par usne bas bottle band kiya, bag uthaya, aur bina peeche dekhe nikal gayi.
Varun aur Kartik ne ek doosre ko dekha, shoulders uchaaye, and bas chale gaye.
Rasta khatam ho chuka tha…
Par Neha ke andar ek naya safar shuru hua tha—jahan guilt, silence aur apne aap se dosti sab ek saath chalna tha.

Hotel ka room cozy tha—wooden walls, soft lamps, aur window se dikh raha tha snow-dusted hill. Trek ke baad ka exhaustion body mein tha, par room ke silence mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi tha.
Sahil pehle andar aaya, bags side mein rakhe, aur bas quietly bed pe baith gaya.
Usne kuch nahi bola. Na koi sawaal, na koi taana.
Neha ne bas ek baar uski taraf dekha, par aankhon mein darna zyada tha pyaar se.
Us raat Sahil ne sirf uske liye tea banaya.
Uska blanket tuck kiya.
Aur bas uske paas baith ke uska haath pakad liya.
Neha ne bas aankhon se ek soft “thank you” diya.
Us raat unke beech koi physical touch nahi hua.
Bas ek shabd bhi bole bina, ek nayi intimacy shuru hui.
Agle din Neha thodi distance mein thi.
Zyada baatein nahi kar rahi thi, zyada aankhon mein nahi dekhti thi.
Par Sahil sab samajh raha tha.
Usne kabhi press nahi kiya. Na kuch demand kiya.
Usne bas har waqt uske aaspas apna presence banaye rakha—ek safe place jaisa.
Doosri raat…
Neha window ke paas khadi thi, snowfall dekh rahi thi.
Uska reflection window glass mein dikh raha tha.
Tabhi piche se Sahil aaya, uske kandhe pe haath rakha,
Aur bas itna kaha:
“Mujhe kuch jaanne ki zarurat nahi.
Mujhe sirf tum chahiye. Jaisi bhi tum ho.”
Neha ne aankhen band ki.
Thoda sa hansi bhi aayi, thoda aansu bhi.
Aur fir usne palat ke Sahil ko gale laga liya.
Us moment mein jo silence tha…
Woh loud tha. Usmein maafi bhi thi, pyaar bhi, aur ek naya wada bhi.
Teesri raat… Neha pehle jaisi nahi thi.
Uski aankhon mein ek nayi chamak thi.
Usne red cotton nighty pehni thi, halki si perfume lagayi, aur Sahil ke paas aayi…
Bin bole, uske lips pe ek soft kiss diya.
Neha:
“Main tumse pehle bhi pyaar karti thi…
Lekin ab jo feel hota hai… wo kisi aur level ka hai.
Tum jaise ho, tum jaisa koi nahi.”
Sahil ne sirf uske haath ko kiss kiya… aur phir lights off kar diye.
Us raat... Neha poori tarah Sahil ki thi.
Aur Sahil… ek baar fir se uska ghar ban gaya tha.

[Joker44]

Shimla trip ke baad jab Sahil aur Neha ghar wapas aaye, sab kuch usual laga… par andar se dono badal chuke the.

Apartment mein sab kuch wahi tha—neat drawing room, cozy bedroom, unka shared closet, kitchen mein Neha ke hath ka masaledar smell.
Lekin Neha ab har cheez mein zyada tender thi—jaise har movement ek silent apology ho, aur har smile ek naya wada.
Neha subah uthti toh Sahil ke liye chai ready hoti, towel nikal ke rakhti, aur jab wo office ready hota, toh uski tie khud bandhti.
Aankhon mein ab wo pyaar tha jo thoda sharmaata bhi tha, par chup rehke aur zyada keh jaata tha.
Ek din Sahil shaving kar raha tha bathroom mein, Neha peechhe se aayi, uski shirt press karte-karte uske kandhe par haath rakha.
Neha: (soft tone mein)
“Tumhare bina main adhoori hoon... par ab main tumse aur bhi zyada judi hoon.”
Sahil ne aankhon mein aankhon daal ke dekha, kuch nahi bola—bas halki si muskaan di.
Uske andar ka "cuck fantasy fulfillment" quietly wapas flash hua… Varun ka touch, Kartik ka smirk, Neha ka moaning face—aur sab kuch real tha… koi script nahi. Unfiltered. Undeniable.
Lekin is fantasy ka best part tha—Neha ab uski thi. Puri tarah.
Us experience ke baad usne Sahil ko aur zyada pyar diya. Aur zyada samjha.

Raat ko jab Neha apna nighty pehenti—light pink satin ka, ya kabhi plain cotton ka—Sahil usse nayi nazar se dekhta.
Ab uski har movement mein ek spark tha.
Jab Neha chadar ke andar uske chest pe haath rakhti thi, toh Sahil ka mann race kar jaata tha.
Na jealousy thi, na insecurity.
Sirf ek thrill tha… mera hi toh hai yeh sab. Woh sab dekh kar bhi yeh pal meri hi god mein lautta hai.
Neha ko bhi ye change mehsoos hota.
Kabhi kabhi uski aankhon mein pyaar ke saath ek quiet respect bhi hota tha. Jaise wo Sahil ke silence ko thank kar rahi ho—ki usne judge nahi kiya. Pyaar kam nahi kiya. Aur mujhe wapas apnaya.
Ek raat, Neha ne cuddle karte hue poocha:
Neha:
“Sahi mein… tumne kuch mehsoos nahi kiya tha trip mein? Strange ya… hurt?”
Sahil: (smiling, uske baal mein ungli chalate hue)
“Mehsoos sab kuch kiya…
Par sabse zyada yeh mehsoos kiya ki main tumse pyaar karta hoon.
Aur tum wapas mere paas ho, bas yahi kafi hai.”
Neha ka dil bhar aaya.
Usne uska haath pakda, kiss kiya, aur raat bhar uske chest pe cheek rakh kar soti rahi—jaise wo sab kuch sahil ke heartbeat mein ghula rahi ho.

Sahil ka mann ab peaceful tha.
Uska fantasy pura ho gaya tha… real life mein, bina kisi cheating ya dikhawa ke.
Aur sabse best part—Neha ke pyaar mein koi kami nahi aayi thi.
Aksar Sahil apne laptop screen pe blank stare leke, uss tent ki yaadon mein kho jaata…
aur tab Neha aake uski peeth dabati thi, bina kuch puche… jaise woh sab jaanti ho.
Uske liye ab pyaar ka matlab tha—ek aisi aurat jise sab jaane ke baad bhi pyaar karna aur paana.
Aur fantasy ka matlab tha—uske real pyaar ko aur gehra bana dena.





Ek mahina beet gaya tha Shimla ke us ajeeb, yaadon se bhare safar ko. Ghar wapas lautne ke baad se Neha ne khud ko poori tarah se Sahil ki patni hone mein dubo diya tha. Har din uske pyar aur care mein wo khud ko itna bhula deti thi ki kabhi kabhi us raat ki yaadein ek sirf khwabon jaise lagne lagti thi—ek aisa sapna jo kabhi hua hi na ho.

Ek subah jab Neha bathroom mein mirror ke saamne khadi thi, uski aankhen uske khud ke reflection par ja tiki. Kuch ajeeb sa mehsoos kar rahi thi—thodi weakness, halka dizziness. Ek ajeeb si bechaini bhi thi dil mein, jo usse samajh nahi aa rahi thi. Tabhi uska dhyaan gaya ki uska period iss baar unusually late ho gaya hai. Dil ki dhadkan tej ho gayi.
Kya ho sakta hai…? Usne khud se hi poocha, lekin dil us sach ko samajhne laga tha jo uska dimag abhi clearly nahi maan raha tha. Usne bathroom cabinet khola aur waha pe rakha pregnancy test kit bahar nikala—uske haathon mein halka sa kampan tha, mann mein ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.
Paanch minute usne bathroom mein khadi hokar us plastic stick ko dekha, uski aankhen jhuki hui thi. Aur jab usne phir se us par nazar daali, uska saara shaque reality mein badal gaya—do lines, bilkul clearly nazar aa rahi thi.
Woh maa banne wali thi.
Khushi ki ek lahari uske dil ko bhar gayi—ek maasoom khushi, ek new life ka gift jo har aurat ko andar se poora kar deta hai. Par us khushi ke saath hi ek dark, uncomfortable sawal bhi uske andar uth raha tha, jo wo khud se bhi kehne se ghabra rahi thi—ye bachcha... kiska hai?
Us pal uske dimaag mein ek dum se wo dono chehre flash hue—Varun aur Kartik. Un dono ki wo touch, wo passion, wo heated moments jab unhone baar-baar uske andar apna pyaar—apna junoon bhara tha. Unka cum uske andar tha, baar-baar, be-rok tok… bina kisi rok-tham ke.
Aur Sahil… jo uska pati tha, uska sachcha pyaar tha, jisne sab kuch jaan ke bhi usko fir se accept kiya tha. Sahil, jiske saath wo ab roz jee rahi thi ek khushhaal zindagi.
Neha bathroom se bahar aayi, uske chehre par ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Sahil breakfast table pe chai pee raha tha, peacefully apne phone pe emails scroll kar raha tha.
"Baby," Neha ki awaaz halki thi, thodi kaanp bhi rahi thi, "ek baat batani hai."
Sahil ne nazar utha ke dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek soft si warmth thi, usne phone side rakh diya.
"Haan Neha, bolo kya hua?" Uski smile gentle thi, kuch bhi andesha nahi tha uske expression mein.
Neha ne gehri saans li. "Main…main pregnant hoon."
Ek pal ko Sahil bilkul chup ho gaya. Uski aankhon mein surprise, khushi, disbelief sab ek saath nazar aaya. Phir usne muskurate hue Neha ka haath pakda aur kaha, "Sach mein Neha? Tum mujhe papa bana rahi ho? Ye…ye toh sabse bada surprise hai meri zindagi ka."
Neha ne bhi muskurane ki koshish ki, par uski aankhon mein ek chhupi hui bechaini thi jo Sahil ne nahi dekhi. Woh usko gale laga kar khushiyan mana raha tha, lekin uska dil baar-baar pooch raha tha—ye bachcha Sahil ka hai ya Varun ya Kartik ka?
Sahil uske kandhe par sir rakhe hue soch raha tha, uski aankhon mein bhi dheere-dheere wahi sawaal ubhar raha tha—un dono ka chehra, unka control, aur usne jis khamoshi se wo sab dekha tha. Lekin ab uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa, quiet excitement bhi tha—ye confusion, ye uncertainty ek tarah se uski fantasy ko poora kar raha tha, jo usne kabhi openly nahi boli thi.
Us din dono ka behavior bilkul normal raha—upar se dono khush the, excited the. Sahil uska zyada khayal rakh raha tha, uske kandhe daba raha tha, usko pyaar se khana khila raha tha. Neha bhi khush thi, par jab bhi wo akeli hoti, wo bathroom ke mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar apni aankhon mein dekhti, aur uske andar ka wo sawal dobara usko kaat jaata:
Ye bachcha…kaun hai iska asli pita?
Aur ye sawal us din ke baad se un dono ki khushiyon ke neeche chhip kar ek ajeeb se raaz ki tarah reh gaya—jo un dono ko bahar se ek saath la raha tha, lekin andar se har din un dono ko ek alag-alag raaste par le ja raha tha.

[Joker44]

Pregnancy ka doosra mahina chal raha tha. Delhi se Mumbai aana hua tha, Neha ki maa ke ghar kuch din stay karne ke liye. Life ab normal lag rahi thi, lekin andar hi andar—especially Neha ke liye—sab kuch normal se thoda extra slow, thoda zyada heavy tha.

Ek din main bahar kaam se nikla hua tha, aur Neha apni routine shopping ke liye market chali gayi. Humari car bhi us mart ki side se ja rahi thi, toh socha, nikalte nikalte Neha ko pick up kar loon.
Main mart ke andar aaya.
Andar ki bright lighting, rush hour ki thodi si bheed, log apne-apne trolley ke saath. Neha ek aisle ke corner mein khadi thi, apne purse se shopping list nikaal kar groceries ki trolley check kar rahi thi. Ekdum lost apni duniya mein.
Tabhi, kuch steps peechhe se ek familiar si movement dikhi.
Varun.
Uska casual, confident andaaz, wohi steady walk, aur aankhon mein woh muskurahat jo ab tak Neha bhool nahi paayi thi.
Main shelf ke ek side chhup sa gaya, bas observe karte hue.
Varun ki nazar seedhe Neha par gayi, aur ek moment ko usne clearly recognize kiya. Uski aankhon mein pehle ek shock, fir ek teasing glint. Varun seedha Neha ke pass gaya.
Varun:
“Oh ho, Neha! Kya coincidence hai yaar! Trip ke baad yaha milna, wah… Mumbai bhi kitna chhota ho gaya.”
Neha ne ek awkward, forced smile di.
Body language thodi stiff ho gayi, aankhon mein wo nervousness aa gayi jo sirf tab aati hai jab insaan kisi se bachna chahta hai, but escape possible nahi lagta.
Varun ekdum gentleman ki tarah, ek hand pocket mein, dusra trolley pe. Lekin uski eyes…
Ek second ke liye Neha ke bump pe, fir se uski neck aur shoulders…
Woh sab subtle, lekin clear scan tha—Neha bilkul mehsoos kar sakti thi.
Varun:
“By the way… main soch raha tha, agar pata hota ki tu idhar hai toh Kartik ko bhi bula leta. Pure gang reunion ho jaata!”
Uski teasing tone pe Neha ke chehre pe awkwardness double ho gayi. Eyes thodi aur badi ho gayi, ek awkward laugh nikal aayi.
“Ha… haan… coincidence hi hai, I guess.”
Varun friendly tha, outwardly chill, lekin Neha ko clearly lag raha tha ki uske dimaag mein ab bhi kuch “extra” chal raha hai.
Neha ne try kiya ki vo quickly shelves pe busy ho jaaye, but Varun waha se hil hi nahi raha tha.
Uski aankhon ki scan aur teasing energy Neha ko chubh rahi thi.
Neha (thought):
Mujhe bas yahan se nikalna hai. Kaash main Sahil ke saath hoti, ya maa aaj aati shopping ke liye.
Par Varun ab bhi wahi, friendly chat chalate hue.
“Yaar, sach bataun—kabhi socha nahi tha ki tumhe yaha milunga. Waise… kya haal hain? Sab normal?”
Neha ne ek formal tone mein kaha, “Haan, sab theek. Bas routine, pregnancy ka second month chal raha hai… doctor ke check-ups, ghar, sab usual.”
Uski voice low thi, aankhon mein dikh raha tha ki wo aur aage nahi badhana chahti conversation.
Varun ek second ruka. Phir, ek soft teasing smile ke saath bola,
“Waise… trip ke baad se tum aur bhi glow kar rahi ho. I hope… tumhara pati bhi khush hai.”
Ek aisi line, jisme normal bhi tha… aur ek subtle pull bhi tha us raat ki yaadon ka.
Neha thoda ignore karne lagi, apne trolleys ko move karte hue.
Tab Varun ne fir se casual tone mein poocha,
“Kuch important lag raha hai bolne ko. Kya baat thi? Aise hi awkward lag rahi ho aaj.”
Neha thoda confuse, fir bhi bold ho gayi ek second ke liye.
“Varun, actually… ek baat thi, socha tha… but main shayad yahan nahi keh sakti…”
Varun ne instantly bola,
“Toh chalo meri car mein. Bahar baithte hain. Privacy mil jayegi.”
Neha instantly resist karne lagi,
“Nahi, Varun… I don’t think—mujhe ghar jaana hai, maa wait kar rahi hain, aur Sahil bhi aa hi jayega.”
Varun ne confident smile di,
“Don’t worry. Sirf baat hi karni hai. Trust karo, main kuch galat nahi karunga… tum pregnant ho, I respect that.”
Neha abhi bhi doubtful thi. Dil mein wohi confusion, wohi guilt, wohi temptation ka blend. Lekin Varun ki eyes mein ek assurance bhi thi—aur ek woh purani control ki aadat bhi, jisse Neha resist nahi kar paayi thi us raat.
Aakhir, Neha ne ek thoda hesitant sa nod diya.
Varun ke sath mart ke bahar nikli, uski car ki taraf—dil mein mixed feeling: dar, awkwardness, ek ajeeb thrill… aur woh unsaid secret jo dono ke beech ab tak kaanch ki tarah chamak raha tha.



Car ka AC on tha, lekin andar ki hawa thick thi—awkwardness, guilt, and that forbidden thrill jo dono ko pakad ke rakhe hue thi. Neha ka haath uske lap pe tha, fingers restlessly twist ho rahi thi. Varun steering wheel pe relaxed, ek corner ki smile ke saath driving kar raha tha.

Usi waqt maine—Sahil—Neha ko call kiya.
Main: “Neha, kahan ho? Itna time ho gaya…”
Neha ki voice ek dum awkward ho gayi, halki si jhijhak ke saath:
Neha: “Shopping kar rahi hoon… thoda rush hai yahan. Bas kuch hi time mein aa jaungi.”
Usne phone rakh diya—lekin mujhe laga call shayad abhi bhi active hai. Screen par disconnected nahi aaya.
Mere dil mein kuch ched si ho gayi. Intuition jaga—yeh sirf shopping nahi hai.
Tabhi—call ke speaker se aane lagi Varun ki awaaz, uski teasing, uska signature playful tone.
Varun (flirting, teasing):
“Neha… trip ki wo raat yaad hai? Maine socha bhi nahi tha ki ek din tum mujhe wapas aise milogi, especially iss halat mein…”
Uske eyes road pe the, lekin unki intentions sidha Neha pe focused thi.
Neha ki awaaz thodi sharp thi, defensive bhi:
Neha: “Varun, I really don’t want to talk about that night. Kya tumhe samajh nahi aata—main ab wapas normal life jee rahi hoon.”
Varun has diya, confident tone mein:
“Relax, main sirf yaad kar raha hoon. Waise, important kya baat thi? Batao toh sahi.”
Neha ne ek pal socha, fir seedha bold ho gayi:
Neha: “Chalo park chalte hain. Mujhe fresh air chahiye… aur main nahi chahti koi mujhe tumhare saath dekhe. Please, Varun.”
Varun phir se hans pada—woh sab kuch game ki tarah le raha tha, jaise uske liye yeh sirf ek maze ki baat ho.
Varun: “Okay, madam. Jaisa aap kahein.”
Car ne left liya, city ke ek bade park ke side gate par ruki. Park ke andar greenery thi, kayi bushes, old trees, hidden trails, jahan log aksar apni private baatein karne chhup jaate hain.
Varun ne car lock ki, dono park ke andar chale gaye—Neha thodi tense, Varun full masti mein.
Main, Sahil, ab tak quietly peeche-peeche aa raha tha—apni car thoda door park karke, trees ke peeche se shadow mein.
Maine dekha—Varun aur Neha ek path pe ja rahe hain, baat karte hue, phir ek hideout ke corner par ruk gaye.
Bahut saari bushes, thoda shadow, koi nearby nahi tha—perfect spot for secrets.
Main khud close bush ke peeche tha—ab main unki saari baatein sun sakta tha, aur clear dekh bhi sakta tha.
Mere haath kaanp rahe the, dil tez dhadak raha tha, par aankhen ek pal ke liye bhi blink nahi ho rahi thi.
Neha ne deep breath li, fir Varun ki taraf dekha—aankhon mein mixture tha: fear, irritation, ek chhupa hua thrill bhi jo shayad wo khud bhi accept nahi kar pa rahi thi.
Neha: “Varun, mujhe tumse sach mein ek zaroori baat karni thi…”
Varun: (closer aate hue, ek eyebrow raise karke) “Haan bolo, yahan koi sun nahi raha. Mujhe sach mein tumhari confession ka intezaar hai.”
Mujhe—Sahil ko—andar se lag raha tha jaise main kisi movie ka part hoon, live audience, apni hi wife ka doosra chehra dekhte hue.
Un dono ki body language—Neha ka hesitation, Varun ka pushy confidence—sab kuch aankhon ke saamne tha.


Park ke sabse secluded corner mein, dono ek chhote hideout jaisa spot pe the. Neha ke haath abhi bhi thode nervous the, par uski aankhen ek baar mein direct Varun ki aankhon se takra gayi.

Neha:

"Varun, mujhe... ek important baat batani thi."

Varun:

(Smirking, thoda forward lean karta hua)

"Haan haan, yahi toh sunaane bulaya hai? Kya hai aisa?"

Neha ek second ruk gayi, fir bold ho gayi—voice halki, par clearly emotional:

"Main pregnant hoon. Aur... main sure nahi hoon ki... yeh baby tumhara hai ya Sahil ka."

Ek pal ke liye Varun shock mein aaya, fir uske chehre pe ek wide, thrilled smile aa gayi.

Varun:

"Wow! Matlab, possibility hai ki yeh baby MERE genes ka hai? Wah bhabhi, sach bataun toh main toh hamesha yahi chahta tha... ki tumhare andar mera kuch ho."

Neha awkwardly side dekhti hai, lips press karti hai, body slightly turn hoti hai—clearly uncomfortable, thodi sad, thodi guilty, lekin us pal kuch bol nahi paayi.

Varun aage badhta hai, voice ab low aur confident—almost shameless:

"Par Neha, ab jab ho gaya hai toh... you tell me, tumhe kya chahiye? Tumhe problem toh nahi hai na?"

Neha thoda fight karti hai—voice mein emotion aur irritation dono:

"Varun, yeh koi game nahi hai. Main bahut confused hoon. Main Sahil ko hurt nahi karna chahti, main normal rehna chahti hoon... Please, tum aisa react mat karo."

Varun bas laugh karta hai—excited, careless.

"Arre relax! Main toh bas proud hoon ki... tumhe main mil gaya, aur shayad mera baby bhi mil gaya. It's kind of hot, no?"

Phir, bina aur baat ke, Varun ne ek sudden move mein Neha ka haath pakad liya—usko apni taraf khinch liya.

Neha ek pal ke liye resist karti hai, "Varun, mat karo please, public place hai—"

Par Varun ab full animal mode mein aa chuka tha.

Usne Neha ke lips par heavy, hungry kiss press kar diya—deep, forceful, possessive.

Neha ke haath lightly Varun ke chest pe push karte hai, par resistance sirf symbolic hai.

Uski saansen tez ho jaati hain, par wo ek moment mein bas chup ho jaati hai—shocked, emotionally lost, aur internal storm mein doobti hui.

Bush ke peeche main—Sahil—sab kuch dekh raha hoon.

Mera mann rage, confusion, aur excitement se bhar gaya hai.

Ek ajeeb si fire, ek dark thrill, jise na roka jaa sakta hai na accept kiya jaa sakta hai.

Mera body abhi bhi tense hai, heart pounding, breath fast.
Main soch raha hoon—main kya karun? Kuch bolun, ya chup raho? Aur ya... bas dekhta rahun?



Neha:

"Varun, please... koi dekh lega. Ye public park hai. Tumhe samajh nahi aa raha?"
Varun (smiling, voice low, bilkul confident):
"Relax, Neha. Itna kone mein koi nahi aata. Aur tujhe lagta hai main yahan tak aaya sirf baatein karne?"
Neha ka dil tez dhadak raha tha. Uski aankhon mein clearly fear tha, guilt tha, aur ek aisa thrill jo wo khud bhi deny nahi kar sakti thi.
Usne fir bhi push kiya—body tense, par voice ab soft aur helpless ho gayi thi:
"Varun, please... mat karo, main sach mein... yeh galat hai, koi bhi aa sakta hai."
Varun ne uski aankhon mein dekha, ek second ke liye ruka, fir softly uski cheek par kiss kar diya.
"Bas… ek minute ke liye, sab kuch bhool ja. Tum sirf mere saath ho, abhi ke abhi. Koi nahi aayega, trust me."
Neha ke resistance mein ab wo pehli jaisi taqat nahi thi. Uske haath ne Varun ke chest ko push kiya, lekin Varun ne usko dheere se green grass pe lita diya, khud uske upar lean karta hua.
Aas-paas sirf bushes thi, birds ki halki aawaaz aur door door log—lekin yahan sab kuch alag lag raha tha.
Varun ke lips ab Neha ke neck tak aa gaye, uski saans garam thi, aur voice full of that same shameless thrill:
"Tujhe pata hai, kitna hot lag raha hai mujhe ki shaayad mera baby tere andar grow kar raha hai… It’s making me crazy."
Neha ke face pe ek pal ke liye tears aa gaye—par lips quiver kar rahe the.
"Varun… please… koi dekh lega…"
Varun ab bhi unstoppable tha, uski aankhon mein ab sirf ek hi junoon tha—Neha ka submission, us moment mein, open sky ke neeche, puri duniya se chhupkar, lekin thrill ke edge par.
Aur peeche se—bush ke peeche main, Sahil, poori body frozen thi, aankhen screen ki tarah wide open, saans andar atki hui, dil ki dhadkan pure risk mein.
Sab kuch ekdam slow motion lag raha tha—Neha ki aankhon ka darr, Varun ka confidence, aur park ki hawa mein ghoomta hua ek aisa secret, jo shayad kabhi kisi din sachai ke saath samne aayega.


Sahil ab bhi bushes ke peeche chhupa hua tha, saans andar atki hui, aankhen ek second ke liye bhi blink nahi ho rahi thi. Uska pura dhyaan Neha aur Varun par tha.

Wahin park ke kone mein, Varun ne dheere se Neha ke kurte ke buttons khol diye, aur uske boobs ko bahar nikal liya. Varun ne mazaak karte hue bola,
“Tumhare boobs toh aur bhi bade ho gaye hain… pregnancy ka magic hai ya mera pyaar?”
Usne bina ruke Neha ke nipples ko apni zubaan se chaatna shuru kar diya. Neha ki aankhen band ho gayi, lips parted ho gaye, moans nikalne lage—pleasure bhi tha, thoda pain bhi, kyunki uske nipples pregnancy ki wajah se already sensitive the.
Varun alternatingly kabhi soft suck karta, kabhi halka bite, aur har baar Neha ki saans tez ho jaati, body dheere se twitch karne lagti.
Sahil—jo ab bhi sab dekh raha tha—apne aap par control nahi rakh pa raha tha. Uska mann, body, sab kuch excitement se hilne laga.
Wo bas quietly bushes mein apna movement chhupa raha tha, lekin uski aankhon mein fire thi.
Tabhi Varun ne, bina rukhe, Neha ki pant bhi dheere se neeche khinch di.
Wo confidently, haste hue bola,
“Don’t worry, jaldi kar lenge… koi nahi aayega yahan.”
Neha ab helpless thi—saans tez, aankhen moist, aur lips se moans nikl rahe the—ekdum mix of pleasure, shame, aur ek unsaid thrill.
Park ki hawa, bushes ki chhaon, aur teesra insaan—ek dangerous secret—sab us ek moment mein freeze ho gaya tha.




Neha ko ab ye achhe se samajh aa gaya tha ki Varun rukne wala nahi hai. Park ke us chhup spot mein, Varun ne apni pant khol ke apna lund bahar nikal liya. Neha ki nazar us par gayi, toh usne ek gehri saans le li—nervousness bhi thi, anticipation bhi. Uska mann ek pal ko blank ho gaya, body automatically tense ho gayi.

Varun ne uski panty ko bas side se thoda hata diya—poori utari nahi, just enough ki wo easily uski chut dekh sake. Usne Neha ki eyes mein dekhte hue softly bola,
“This is beautiful… always.”
Phir, bina aur wait kiye, Varun ne apna lund dheere se Neha ki chut mein dal diya. Jaise hi wo andar gaya, dono bodies mein ek saath shock wave daud gayi.
Park ke silent kone mein sirf halki moans ki awaaz thi—
Neha ki ragged saansein, soft “ahhh… Varun…”
Varun ka heavy breathing, thoda groan, thoda thrusts ki wet sound.
Varun dheere-dheere pace badhane laga. Kabhi soft strokes, kabhi thoda hard, aur Neha ki body har thrust pe aur sensitive hoti ja rahi thi.
Uske moans ab mix ho gaye the—pleasure, guilt, aur ek weird freedom jo sirf danger ke moments mein aata hai.
Bushes ke peeche, Sahil sab dekh raha tha.
Uska mann aur body dono ek ajnabi fire mein jal rahe the.
Rokne ka bilkul bhi irada nahi tha—wo bas har moment, har awaaz, har expression ko absorb kar raha tha…
Aur usi mein, quietly, apna pleasure enjoy kar raha tha.
Har sound, har moan, aur har secret thrust… park ke us chhote hideout mein, ek aisa raaz ban gaya tha, jo ab kabhi un tino ke beech nahi tootne wala tha.





Park ke kone mein hawa ab bhi chal rahi thi, lekin us chhote hideout ke andar temperature continuously badhta ja raha tha.

Varun ne ek moment ke liye Neha ko dekha, uski aankhon mein wo victory thi jo sirf tab aati hai jab samne waala bilkul toot ke surrender kar de. Pehle toh Neha ka body resist kar raha tha, lekin ab jaise-jaisa Varun ne pace badhaya, Neha ka pleasure barhta gaya. Uska face pehle dar se tight tha, ab dheere-dheere relax hone laga—moist lips parted, aankhen half closed, hair messy, body thoda upar uthti, thoda niche girti, moans ab bina shame ke nikal rahi thi.
Neha:
“Ahh… Varun… slow… ya… no, don’t stop… please…”
Varun ka lund har thrust pe deep ja raha tha, uski hips Neha ki soft thighs se takra rahi thi. Wet sound pure environment ko fill kar rahi thi—ek dum raw, primal. Kabhi thoda fast thrust, kabhi slow—par har movement mein ek controlled madness tha. Uska haath Neha ke waist ko tight pakad ke usse khud ki taraf kheech raha tha, doosra haath kabhi uske boobs ko squeeze karta, kabhi neck pe stroke deta.
Neha ke moans ab khud unhe bhi sunai dene lage the,
“Ohh… haa… aur… aur fast…”
Pleasure ka wave ab uske pure body mein daud raha tha. Uska back arch ho gaya, thighs khud hi spread ho rahi thi, toes curl ho rahe the. Varun ne ek pal ko sirf Neha ka face dekha—us pal mein Neha kisi aur duniya mein thi, just pure ecstasy and surrender.
Park ke us bush ke peeche, Sahil bilkul stone ki tarah still tha—bas ek hi jagah pe baitha, aankhen wide open, haath khud-bakhud apne zip par, slowly apne aap ko touch karte hue. Har second, har moan, har wet slap, uske liye koi fantasy film ki climax ban gaya tha.
Uske mind mein thoughts flash ho rahe the—
“Yeh meri biwi hai. Aur main khud dekh raha hoon jaise koi sapna chal raha ho… aur main jaag bhi nahi raha.”
Neha ka moaning aur badh gaya.
Her breath short, body trembling.
“Varun… main aa rahi hoon… please, don’t stop, don’t stop…”
Varun ne pace aur tez kar diya, uski body sweat se chamak rahi thi, uski eyes Neha ke face pe locked thi—uske expression, uski surrender, uska pleasure, sab kuch absorb kar raha tha.
Sex ke sounds—slap, wet friction, moans, “ahh, haan, yesss”—ab chaaron taraf ghoonj rahe the.
Sahil ka pleasure bhi ab control ke bahar ja raha tha, uska breathing heavy ho gaya, uska focus ab sirf ek hi cheez pe tha—Neha ka face, uski aawaaz, uska orgasm.
Varun ne ek last deep thrust diya—
Neha ne ek wild scream kiya, pura body arch kar diya, climax uske body ko shake kar gaya—
“FUCK… Varun… ohh goddd…”
Aur ussi moment mein Varun bhi andar cum kar gaya, uski saans fast, uska grip tight, uski aankhon mein pride.
Sahil quietly, hidden, apni fantasy ki extreme peak par pahunch chuka tha—ek forbidden, dangerous happiness ke saath.
Neha ab bilkul weak thi, grass par spread, face pe tears aur satisfaction ka mix, Varun ab bhi uske upar heavily breathing.
Park ke us ek kone mein, teen logon ka ek aisa raaz bana, jiska sach sirf hawa jaanti thi—aur ek bush ke peeche chhupa hua ek aadmi.

Varun abhi bhi Neha ke upar tha, saans tez thi, body thak chuki thi, lekin aankhon mein wo hi victorious glint. Ek last thrust ke saath usne Neha ki pussy ko phir se apne cum se bhar diya—poora, warm, heavy.

Usne Neha ke lips pe ek possessive kiss diya, fir thoda peeche hatke use dekhte hue, aankhon mein ek lazy smile ke saath bola,
“Main almost confirm hoon… yeh baby mera hi hai.”
Phir usne halki si hasi maari, jaise koi mischievous bachcha ho.
Neha ka chehra ab guilt se bhar gaya tha—ek aur nayi line cross ho gayi thi, ek aur daag jud gaya tha uske dil pe. Mujhe yeh nahi karna chahiye tha, main already pregnant hoon… main dobara apne pati ko cheat kar gayi hoon. Ye thought uske dimaag mein ek dark cloud ki tarah ghoom raha tha.
Neha ne jaldi se apna dress theek kiya, hair set kiya, aankhon mein gusse ki jhalak laayi, aur Varun ko ek deadly stare diya.
“Main jaa rahi hoon. Aur dobara meri zindagi mein mat dikhna.”
Varun ne jaise sab lightly liya, ek side se hansi aayi,
“Aree chhod doonga yaar… lekin… agar kabhi zarurat ho toh…”
Usne apna card Neha ke bag mein quietly daal diya—mera number, agar kabhi yaad aaye toh call kar lena.
Neha ne aur zyada gusse mein bola,
“Koi zarurat nahi hai. Mujhe kuch nahi chahiye tumse.”
Aur bina aur kuch kahe, Neha almost run karte hue park se nikal gayi. Her body still trembling, mind mein guilt aur confusion ka cyclone.
Bush ke peeche, Sahil ka poora andar ka world hil gaya tha.
Wo ab bhi stunned tha—ek hi pal mein pleasure bhi mehsoos kiya, dusre pal mein guilt bhi.
Main waha tha, sab dekha… par main ne kuch nahi kiya. Main ne apni biwi ko nahi bachaya… kyun? Mujhe maza bhi aaya, par… main kuch kar nahi saka.
Usne quietly bush ke peeche se nikal kar dusre side se apni car le li, bina kisi ko dikhaye, bina kisi ko dekhe, slowly wapas ghar chala gaya.
Neha bhi road ke ek kone pe khadi thi, ghabrahat, guilt aur sharm ke beech—car ka wait karte hue, aankhon mein aansu, lips pe silent curse.
Us din se dono—Neha aur Sahil—andar hi andar ek naya bojh leke jeene lage.
Ek raaz jo un dono ko hamesha yaad dilata raha:
Kabhi kabhi sab kuch dekh lena bhi… sab kuch kar lena nahi hota.




Neha ka dil ab bhi fast beat kar raha tha jab wo finally ghar pahunchi. Andar enter karte hi, seedha Sahil ke pass gayi aur use tight hug kar liya—jaise poore din ki tension, guilt, aur storm ko uske arms mein bandhna chahti ho.

Sahil ne surprise se Neha ko hold kiya. Uski aankhen pyaar se chamak uthi. Dheere se uske head pe haath rakhte hue bola,
“Yeh kya hai? Kya laga hua hai baalon mein?”
Neha ne awkward si smile di, apne baal ko touch kiya—
“Pata nahi, shayad park ke ped se koi patta gir gaya hoga. Sir pe lag gaya… pata bhi nahi chala.”
Sahil ne softly uske baalon se patta hata diya.
Dono ek pal ke liye ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekh kar hans pade—as if nothing ever happened, as if today was just another ordinary day.
Neha ne kuch pal ke liye Sahil ki warmth absorb ki—trying to drown all that guilt and confusion. Usne apne aap se vaada kiya—
“Mujhe apne baby aur apne pati ke liye strong rehna hai. Jo ho gaya, usse bhoolna hai…”
Baad mein, jab Neha apna purse rakh rahi thi, uski nazar andar padhe ek chhote white card pe gayi—Varun ka business card, neatly tucked.
Ek second ke liye uska haath card ke kone ko pakad ke, thoda crumple karne laga—man tha ki phaad de, sab kuch khatam kar de.
Par phir…
Usne card seedha kar diya, ek long sigh li, aur purse ke ek hidden pocket mein daal diya.
Us pal Neha ko samajh aa gaya tha—life ke kuch raaz, kuch guilt, kabhi kabhi sirf chup reh jaate hain.
Unhe na phaadna hota hai, na sambhalna… bas kahin chhupa dena hota hai.
Dikhawa, hansna, aur pyar… sab wapas routine mein aa gaya.
Lekin, ek chhupa hua card, ek chhupi hui aankh, aur ek nayi life… sab ek naye chapter ki tarah andar hi andar palne lage.

[Joker44]

Neha finally ghar pahunch gayi. Ghar ke andar maa apne kaam mein busy thi, unhe kuch pata nahi tha. Neha seedha apne kamre mein chali gayi.

Darwaza band karte hi uske pair apne aap ruk gaye. Uske dil ki dhadkan abhi bhi fast thi. Body abhi bhi heavy lag rahi thi — jaise abhi kuch ghante pehle park ke us kone mein jo hua, uski har ek sensation skin par chipak gayi ho.
Neha ne apne dupatte ko uthakar chest cover kiya, jaise abhi bhi koi dekh raha ho. Fir dheere se apne baal khole, ek gehri saans li aur washroom chali gayi.
Thandi shower ke paani ne uske badan par girte hi ek alag hi feeling di. Usne aankhen band ki… par jaise hi paani ne uski skin ko chhua, uske dimag mein wohi flashes chalne lage—
Varun ka face, uski lips ki garam touch, uske words, “Baby shayad yeh tumhara mera child ho…”
Neha ne zor se aankhen khol di, paani apne face par splash kiya.
“Bas! Bas Neha, stop thinking. Yeh sab galat tha. Bas khatam kar do.”
Usne khud se kaha, par andar se wo sach janti thi — jitna zyada bhoolna chahti, utna zyada yaad aa raha tha.
Fresh hokar jab wo bedroom mein aayi, usne dekha Sahil aa chuka tha. Sahil ka face thoda tired lag raha tha. Usne bas casually shoes side rakhe, shirt ki button kholi aur bed par baith gaya.
Ek pal ke liye Neha ne socha — “Kya Sahil ko pata hai? Kya usne kuch dekha? Nahi… shayad nahi. Agar dekha hota toh woh abhi mujhse baat kar leta.”
Sahil ne normal voice mein bola,
“Day kaisa tha tumhara? Maa ne zyada thakaya toh nahi?”
Neha ek pal ko freeze ho gayi, fir ek jaldi se smile kiya,
“Nahi… sab normal. Bas market gayi thi thoda… aur thoda rest kiya.”
Sahil ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekha. Ek do second tak silence raha. Jaise kuch samajhna chah raha ho… par fir usne bas apna phone uthaya aur news scroll karne laga.
Neha ka heart ek baar phir fast ho gaya. Usne chhupke se dekha — Sahil ki aankhon mein kuch tha. Na gussa, na pyar… ek ajeeb si khamoshi.
Dinner dono ne normal kiya. Maa ke saamne casual baatein, ek-do jokes. Sabko laga ghar mein sab perfect hai.
Par dono ke andar — ek chhupi hui toofan tha.
Raat ko, jab sab apne rooms mein chale gaye, Neha aur Sahil apne bed par side by side lete the.
Neha ne dheere se kaha,
“Sahil… tum thake hue lag rahe ho. Kaam bahut ho gaya tha?”
Sahil ne uski taraf dekhe bina jawab diya,
“Haan… thoda hectic tha. Lekin tumhara khayal aata raha din bhar. Tum aur baby theek ho na?”
Ye sunte hi Neha ke dil mein ek chubhan si hui. Baby. Usne apne pet par haath rakha… aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye.
“Kiska baby…?” Uske dimaag mein ghoom gaya.
Wo us waqt bas ek hi cheez kar paayi — Sahil ke paas aur close aayi, uske shoulder par apna sir rakh diya.
“Main theek hoon… bas tum ho, toh sab theek hai.”
Sahil ne uske head ko gently stroke kiya.
Par uski aankhon mein ab bhi wahi khamoshi thi — jo sirf Neha ki back dekh rahi thi, na uske aansu.
Raat dheere dheere guzar gayi. Neha aankhen band karne ki koshish karti, par har baar Varun ka face aa jata. Uski body ab bhi confused thi — guilt aur ek ajeeb sa feel mix ho raha tha.
Aur doosri taraf… Sahil ne apne dil mein ek baat maan li thi. Usne kuch dekha tha. Sab kuch.
Par usne Neha se ek shabd nahi bola.
Wo sirf uske saath blanket share karke, uski saans feel karta raha. Ek husband, jo andar hi andar tod raha tha… par bahar se bas ek protective silence tha.
Raat ke ek kone mein… balcony ke peeche, ek aur shadow tha. Varun.
Usne quietly Neha ke ghar ko note kiya, ek cigarette light ki, aur ek lazy smile ke saath whisper kiya—
“Ab game shuru hua hai, Neha…”
Aur phir darkness mein ghaayab ho gaya.




Raat ko sab so gaye the. Mumbai ka ghar shaant tha, sirf fan ki halki-halki aawaaz aa rahi thi.

Neha bed par letkar ceiling ko dekh rahi thi. Sahil uske paas the, lekin unki saans ekdum steady thi — jaise wo so gaye ho.
Neha ki aankhon mein neend nahi thi. Uska mann baar-baar ek hi sawal kar raha tha:
“Yeh baby kiska hai? Sahil ka… ya Varun ka?”
Usne apna haath apne pet par rakha. Ek ajeeb si sukoon bhi tha, par saath hi guilt ka weight bhi. Agar yeh Sahil ka baby hai toh sab perfect hai. Lekin agar… agar yeh Varun ka hua?
Ye soch kar uske dil mein ek darr daud gaya.
“Main Sahil ko kabhi nahi bata paungi… main usse kisi aur ka baccha raise karne nahi dungi. Mujhe pata karna hoga. Abhi.”
Usne dheere se blanket side kiya aur apna purse nikala. Purse ke ek hidden pocket se ek chhota white card gira — Varun ka business card.
Us card ko dekhte hi uske body mein ek shock sa chala gaya. Usne card uthaya, ek second ke liye aankhen band ki.
“Yeh galti hogi. Main kyun usse call karun? Agar baat bigad gayi toh?”
Uska dimaag warn kar raha tha. Lekin dil keh raha tha — Varun hi ek insaan hai jo is sawaal ka sach bata sakta hai.
Neha balcony mein gayi, thandi hawa face par lag rahi thi. Mobile nikala, card par likha number dial kiya. Screen par digits dikhte hi uske haath kaanp rahe the.
Usne call button dabaya.
Ek… do… teen rings.
Uske heartbeat ab double speed pe thi.
Phir… click.
Line connect ho gayi.
Varun ki wohi confident, relaxed awaaz phone ke dusre taraf se aayi:
“Hello… Neha?”
Neha ka gala dry tha, voice nikal hi nahi rahi thi. Usne ek second chup rehkar bas aankhen band ki.
Varun ne phir repeat kiya, tone mein halki smile:
“Mujhe pata tha… tum call karogi. Ab bolo… kya chahiye tumhe?”
Neha ka dil aur tez dhadakne laga. Uske lips finally khule…
“Varun… mujhe tumse… ek zaroori baat karni hai.”
Phone ke dusre side sirf ek halki hansi sunayi di.




Raat ke 11 baje the. Mumbai ki galiyon mein ab traffic shaant ho chuka tha, sirf door se gaadiyon ki halki awaaz aa rahi thi. Balcony par Neha khadi thi, mobile uske haath mein tha, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa guilt aur darr ka mix.

Screen par number dial ho chuka tha. Jaise hi call connect hua, Varun ki relaxed, confident awaaz ne uske kaan mein garmi bhar di.
Varun:
“Hello… Neha? Mujhe pata tha tum call karogi.”
Neha ke pair ek pal ke liye jam gaye. Usne ek deep breath li, phir dheere se bola—
Neha:
“Varun… mujhe tumse ek zaroori baat karni hai. Bahut important.”
Phone ke dusre taraf ek halki hansi sunayi di, jaise Varun pehle se hi sab guess kar chuka ho.
Varun (teasing):
“Arre wah… raat ke is time? Zaroori matlab… kya tumhe meri yaad dokh rahi hai?”
Neha ne aankhen band kar li. Uske dil mein gussa bhi tha aur helplessness bhi.
Neha (serious, almost whispering):
“Varun… main pregnant hoon. Aur mujhe… mujhe yeh jaan’na hai ki… baby kiska hai. Kya tum… help kar sakte ho mujhe?”
Do second tak line ke dusre side silence raha. Phir ek dum se Varun ke husky laugh ne Neha ke poore body ko freeze kar diya.
Varun (slow, playful):
“Haha… wow, Neha. Tum mujhe keh rahi ho ki shayad tumhare andar mera hi khoon ho? Tumne khud accept kiya hai? Wah…”
Neha ke aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Usne teeth bite kiya aur firm voice mein kaha—
Neha:
“Mujhe mazaak nahi chahiye, Varun! Yeh meri zindagi ka sawaal hai. Agar tum help nahi kar sakte toh… main khud solution dhoondh lungi.”
Varun abhi bhi chill tha, lekin uski tone thodi dark ho gayi.
Varun (mysterious, slow):
“Main help karunga… lekin ek shart hai.”
Neha ka dil thoda ruk gaya.
Neha:
“Kaisi shart?”
Varun ke shabd ab almost whisper jaise the—dangerous, teasing, aur ekdum straight:
Varun:
“Agar bacha mera nikla… toh kya tum apne husband ko chhodkar mere paas aaogi?”
Neha ka face suddenly red ho gaya—gusse se, sharm se, aur dukh se. Usne phone tight pakad liya, aur almost chilla ke kaha—
Neha:
“Tum pagal ho gaye ho, Varun? Tumhe sharam nahi aati? Main tumse help maang rahi hoon aur tum ise game bana rahe ho? Bas… bas bohot ho gaya.”
Phone ke dusre side Varun zor se hansa. Ek aisi hansi jo Neha ke liye aur zyada irritating thi.
Varun (teasing):
“Arre relax baby… main mazaak kar raha tha. Tum itni jaldi gussa ho jaati ho. Mujhe seriously tumhari fikr hai. Theek hai… main help karunga.”
Neha ne ek deep breath li, aankhon mein ab bhi tears the. Uska dil keh raha tha phone kaat do. Lekin dimaag chillate hue bol raha tha—“Yeh tumhari last option hai. Bas sach jaan’na hai.”
Usne low tone mein kaha—
Neha:
“Fine… kab? Kaise?”
Varun ki awaaz ab calm thi, lekin usme wohi hidden thrill tha.
Varun:
“Kal. Kal milte hain. Main tumhe ek jagah bulaunga. Wahan tumhe jo check karwana hai, uske steps bata dunga. Don’t worry… sab arrange kar dunga.”
Neha ka dil ab phir se tez dhadakne laga. Usne thoda hesitation ke saath kaha—
Neha:
“Kal? …Theek hai.”
Varun softly chuckled.
Varun:
“Good girl. Bas time aur jagah main kal morning tak text kar dunga. Tum ready rehna.”
Call disconnect hone se pehle, Neha ne ek last word bola—
“Aur koi mazaak nahi, Varun.”
Varun ki smile almost phone se feel ho rahi thi.
Varun:
“Jaisa aapka hukum, madam.”
Click. Call cut gayi.
Neha ne phone table par rakha aur apne face ko dono haathon se cover kar liya. Tears uske fingers se nikal kar cheek tak aa gaye.
“Main kya kar rahi hoon? Yeh sab mujhe aur duba dega… lekin mujhe sach jaana hi hai.”
Bed ke side Sahil ab bhi ekdum quiet tha. Uski aankhen band thi… par neend door thi. Usne clearly Neha ki awaaz sun li thi.
Uske dil mein bas ek hi khayaal chal raha tha:
“Kal… kya hone wala hai?”


Raat ke ek baje the. Mumbai ka ghar bilkul shaant tha. Balcony se thandi hawa andar aa rahi thi.

Bed par Neha finally thodi der baad so gayi thi. Uske chehre pe ab bhi aansuon ke nishaan the, par aankhen band thi. Uska haath apne pet par rakha hua tha — ek instinct, ek maa ki habit jaise.

Sahil uske bilkul paas tha, lekin uski aankhen khuli hui thi.

Woh ekdum still pada hua tha, jaise so raha ho… par uska dimaag abhi bhi fire mein tha.

Usne clearly suna tha Neha ki phone call. Har lafz uske dimaag mein echo ho raha tha —

“…mujhe yeh jaan’na hai ki baby kiska hai…”

“…Varun, help kar sakte ho mujhe?”

Aur phir Varun ka hansi, uski shameless shart.

Sahil ne apni aankhen band ki aur ek gehri saans li.

“Toh ab baat yahan tak aa gayi hai. Neha ko bhi doubt hai. Matlab… possibility hai. Yeh baby mera bhi ho sakta hai, Varun ka bhi. Lekin sach kya hai? Aur main… main toh khud hi culprit hoon.”

Uska dil thoda tight ho gaya. Usne slowly apna haath Neha ke haath par rakha, jo uske pet par tha.

“Main hi tha jisne Neha ko kabhi protect nahi kiya. Har step pe main khud spectator bana raha. Train mein… camper van mein… tent mein… park mein… maine kuch nahi bola. Main ne khud allow kiya usse Varun ke saath jaane. Maine hi chhoda uska haath. Aur ab… main question kar raha hoon ki baby mera hai ya nahi?”

Uski aankhon se ek single tear nikal kar pillow par gir gaya.

“Sach toh yeh hai… asli villain main hi hoon. Varun ne bas chance liya. Kartik ne bas follow kiya. Lekin darwaza toh maine khola tha. Neha toh bas… phas gayi. Usne resist kiya, fir surrender kiya… par sab ke beech mein main hi tha jo khamosh raha.”

Sahil ne apni biwi ko dekha. Neha ka chehra thoda shaant lag raha tha ab. Uski saans steady thi.

Ek pal ke liye Sahil ke mann mein aaya — use jagaaye, uske saath roye, sab confess kar de, bole “Jo bhi hai, main accept karunga, baby mera ho ya na ho.”

Par phir uska dil dar gaya.

“Nahi… abhi nahi. Agar maine abhi baat ki toh shayad sab toot jaayega. Mujhe dekhna hoga, samajhna hoga… aur Varun ka asli game kya hai, yeh bhi jaan’na hoga.”

Sahil ne aankhen band ki aur apne aap ko force kiya side turn lene ke liye, taaki lag sake ki wo so raha hai.

Par uske dimaag ke andar ek hi line chal rahi thi —

“Main hi apni biwi ka dushman hoon. Main hi asli villain hoon. Aur shayad… yeh baby bhi meri punishment hai.”

Raat lambi thi.

Neha sapnon mein dube so rahi thi.
Aur Sahil… apne hi guilt ke jungle mein kho gaya tha.


Subah ke 8 baje the, Mumbai ki garmi abhi se hawa mein ghul chuki thi. Kitchen se Neha ki maa ki awaaz aa rahi thi—chai ban rahi thi, par Neha apne kamre mein bed ke kone par baithi mobile screen ko baar-baar check kar rahi thi. Uske dil mein abhi bhi kal raat ka guilt tha, lekin us guilt ke saath ek aur cheez chipak gayi thi—curiosity. Yeh jaan’na ki baby kiska hai, usne apne mann mein ek obsession ki tarah le liya tha. Tabhi phone vibrate hua. Screen par ek naam flash hua—Varun. Ek pal ko uska dil ruk gaya, ungli freeze ho gayi, lekin curiosity ne usse unlock button press karne par majboor kar diya. Message open hua. “Good morning, beautiful. Tum ready ho? Aaj tumhe sach jaan’ne ka chance dunga. 11 baje tum yahan aana… ek jagah hai Western Express ke side pe, wahan se main tumhe pick karunga. Private hospital chalenge. Simple test hoga, result aaj nahi to kal aa jaayega.” Neha ne message padte hi aankhen band kar li. Mann mein ek cyclone chal raha tha. Usne phone side rakha, but 2 minute ke andar hi usne wapas uthaya aur type kar diya, “Varun, please… mujhe koi drama nahi chahiye. Sirf sach jaan’na hai.” Varun ka reply instantly aaya—jaise woh pehle se wait kar raha tha. “Relax, jaan. Bas sach hi milega. Aur waise bhi… mujhe tumhari aankhon mein woh jawab chahiye, jo tum khud bhi deny nahi kar paati. See you at 11.” Neha ne phone side rakha aur ek gehri saans li. Uska haath automatically pet par gaya. “Ya Rab… agar yeh bacha Varun ka hua to main kya karungi? Sahil ke saamne kaise jee paungi?” Uski aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, lekin usne quickly face wash kiya aur maa ke samne normal behave karne lagi.

Dusre side, Sahil bedroom ke dusre kone par baitha tha, apna laptop khula hua tha, par aankhen ekdum Neha par chipki hui thi. Usne raat ki call puri sun li thi, aur aaj morning ke pehle hi apna mann bana liya tha. “Main usse follow karunga. Mujhe sab pata lagana hai. Agar sach mein baby mera nahi hai, toh kam se kam mujhe confirm ho. Aur agar yeh sirf Varun ka trap hai… toh mujhe usse bachaana hoga.” Usne apna phone uthaya aur quietly apne ek purane dost ko message bheja jo detective ka kaam karta tha. “Aaj mujhe ek location pe jaana hai, discreet rehna. Just in case.”

Breakfast table par sab log baith gaye. Maa casual baatein kar rahi thi, lekin Neha hardly kuch keh paayi. Sahil ne deliberately ekdum normal behave kiya. “Maa, main aaj office late se jaaunga, kuch personal kaam hai.” Maa ne casual nod diya aur Neha ki taraf dekha, “Tu bhi thodi der rest le lena, Neha. Pregnancy mein thak jaati hai ladkiyaan.” Neha ne sirf forced smile di, aankhen jhuka li.

10:30 baje, Neha quietly apna dupatta adjust karte hue nikli. Usne ghar mein bas itna kaha, “Maa, thoda doctor check-up ke liye jaa rahi hoon.” Maa ne kuch doubt nahi kiya, bas dua di. Sahil ne ekdum casually apna laptop band kiya aur maa se kaha, “Main bhi ek dost se milne jaa raha hoon, shaam tak aa jaunga.” Dono alag-alag nikle, par dono ke raaste ek hi goal ki taraf the.

11 baje Neha Western Express ke side wale flyover ke neeche pahunchi. Ek black SUV already khadi thi. Varun bahar khada tha, sunglasses pehne hue, bilkul confident, ek hand pocket mein. Jaise hi Neha approach hui, usne ek teasing smile di. “Right on time. Good girl.” Neha ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein gussa aur helplessness dono mix the. “Varun, bas jaldi karna. Mujhe zyada der nahi rukna.” Varun ne ek second uski aankhon mein dekha, phir car ka door khola. “Come, baby. Trust me, sab safe hai.” Neha reluctantly car mein baith gayi.

Door close hote hi SUV dheere se nikal gayi. Neha ke haath ab bhi apne pet par the, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si bechaini thi. Varun driving seat par tha, ek half-smile ke saath, kabhi Neha ko glance karta, kabhi road ko. “Tumhe darr lag raha hai? Don’t worry… main tumhe kabhi hurt nahi karunga. Jo sach hai, wahi saamne aayega.” Neha ne aankhen bandh kar li, lips press kar diye. Uske mann mein sirf ek thought ghoom raha tha—“Bas ,.'… jo bhi sach hai, woh mujhe tod na de.”

SUV aage nikal gayi. Lekin kuch car lengths peeche, ek white sedan bhi slow speed se move kar rahi thi. Uske steering par Sahil tha. Uska grip steering wheel par tight tha, aankhon mein ek burning focus. “Main sab dekh raha hoon, Neha. Tum mujhe kuch nahi bataogi, par main khud sach jaan loonga. Abhi, isi waqt.”
Car ke andar Neha aur Varun… aur peeche chhupkar Sahil. Teenon ke dil mein alag-alag dhadkane, lekin raasta ek hi. Aaj decide hona tha ki sach kitna dangerous hai.


SUV dheere-dheere ek sunssan gali ke kone par ruki. Shehar ki bheed ab peeche reh gayi thi—yahaan ek purani si building ka andhera tha, road half-broken thi, aur aas-paas sirf kuch shutter-down dukaan aur ek chhota sa chai tapri. Neha ne turant Varun ki taraf dekha—uski aankhon mein gussa tha, darr bhi tha.

“Varun! Maine tumhe clear bola tha—sirf hospital. Mujhe tumhari koi drama, koi natak nahi chahiye. Please, gaadi seedha hospital le jao.”

Varun steering wheel par thoda jhuka, ek broad hansi ke saath uski taraf dekha. Uske lips pe wohi cheeky arrogance tha jo pehle din se tha.

“Arre Neha… itni baar mujhe chhodi ho… aur ab bhi samajh nahi aata kya? Tumhare mooh ke words kuch aur hote hain, par tumhari aankhen aur body kuch aur bolti hain.”

Neha ka chehra laal ho gaya—half shame, half rage. Usne ek dam se uska haath push kar diya jo abhi uske thigh tak aa chuka tha.

“Stop this nonsense, Varun! Mujhe yeh sab nahi chahiye. Main ab pregnant hoon, main already guilt mein doob rahi hoon. Please… mujhe ghar jaana hai.”

Varun leaned closer, uski awaaz suddenly low aur dangerous ho gayi.

“Ghar jaana hai? Phir wahan baith ke din raat sochti rahogi ki baby kiska hai? Phir apne husband ke saamne guilt mein jiyogi? Neha… sach to tumhe pata karna hi hoga. Aur sach free mein nahi milta.”

Neha ne aankhon mein aansu bharke kaha, “Tumhe sharam nahi aati? Tum already meri halat jaante ho, phir bhi yeh sab kar rahe ho? Mujhe bas hospital jana tha.”

Varun ka expression soft hua—jaise suddenly woh calm ho gaya. Usne uske face ke paas apna cheek le jaakar whisper kiya,

“Bas ek baar, baby. Sirf ek baar aur. Iske baad direct hospital. Isse fees samajh lo. Uske baad main tumhe kuch nahi kahunga. Lekin ab tum na nahi keh sakti—kyunki ek baat to tumhe bhi pata hai: tumne khud bhi mujhe enjoy kiya tha… tent mein, park mein… har jagah. Tumne mujhe roka nahi tha. To ab guilt kaisa?”

Neha ka dil phat raha tha. Uska mind chillaa raha tha—No, stop this! Yeh galat hai! Lekin uska dil, uska guilt, aur uska darr usse lock kar raha tha. Usne aankhen band ki, ek gehri saans li, aur thodi der chup rehne ke baad sir hila diya.

“Thik hai, Varun. Bas ek last time. Bas ek… uske baad seedha hospital. Aur fir… kabhi nahi.”

Varun ne uske lips par ek triumphant kiss press kiya, uske haath uski kamar ke neeche slide hote hue. “Good girl. Tumhe pata hai na… tum meri addiction ho.”

Neha ne aankhen bandh rakhi, lips press kar diye, body ekdum still. Wo lachar thi—uske paas koi aur option hi nahi tha.

Aur SUV ke ek kone mein, tinted glass ke reflection mein, ek white sedan khadi thi—andar Sahil, jo chhupkar sab dekh raha tha. Uska haath steering wheel par tight tha, aankhen bloodshot, aur dimaag mein ek hi thought goonj raha tha:

“Main hi hoon asli villain. Main hi hoon jisne use Varun ke haath chhod diya. Aur ab woh phir se uske neeche gir rahi hai… meri aankhon ke saamne.”
SUV ke andar, Neha ne last time ke liye surrender kar liya tha… sirf ek shart ke saath: “Bas iske baad hospital.”






Purani khandar jaisi haveli ke andar se ek thandi si hawa aa rahi thi. Darwaze ke hinges kar-kar ki awaaz kar rahe the, deewar par se plaster utar chuka tha aur beech beech mein bade bade spider webs latak rahe the. Ek kone mein mitti se bhari purani almari thi, jismein darar se ek chamgadar nikal ke upar chakkar kaat raha tha. Zameen par kahin-kahin se ghass nikal aayi thi aur chhata hua paani ki smell hawa mein ghul rahi thi.

Haveli ke bilkul peeche ke hall mein ek khatiya rakhi thi—lakdi ki purani, rassi thodi dhili, lekin abhi bhi use hone laayak. Uske aas-paas mitti, purane chhilke hue rang ke tukde aur ek faded sa lamp rakha tha jo abhi bhi thoda light de raha tha.
Neha dheere dheere Varun ke peeche chali aayi. Uski aankhen thodi fear se badi hui thi, lips tremble kar rahe the. Pregnancy ke second month mein uska body already thoda soft aur rounded lag raha tha—face pe ek alag glow tha, jisme guilt aur thakan dono mil gaye the. Uske lambe baal khule hue the, halki si breeze mein hil rahe the. Aaj usne ek pastel green kurti pehni thi, jiska neckline thoda loose tha aur dupatta shoulders se halki si slide ho raha tha. Uske andar se ek mature aur suljhi hui beauty nikal rahi thi—bilkul Hemal Ingle ki tarah, innocent yet dangerously attractive.
Varun usse dekh kar ek broad smile diya, aankhon mein wahi purana possession ka spark. Usne Neha ka haath pakad ke usse seedha khatiya par bithaya. Rassi ki halki se cheekh sunayi di jaise wo bhi andhere mein un dono ke secret ko register kar rahi ho.
Varun: “Yeh meri pishteeni haveli hai, Neha. Yahaan koi nahi aata. Pure jungle ke kone mein hai yeh… sirf hum dono. Ab koi rukawat nahi, koi guilt nahi. Yahaan hum… accha maja karenge.”
Uski awaaz low aur husky thi, aankhen Neha ke har curve ko absorb kar rahi thi.
Neha ne bas apna dupatta tight se pakad liya, aankhen floor pe tik gayi. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha, mann chillaa raha tha ke “Nahi!” par body freeze thi. Uske pairon ki payal khamoshi mein chhanak gayi—jaise uske andar ke darr ka signal de rahi ho.


Khatiya ke paas Varun ne Neha ko bitha diya tha, aur uski aankhen ekdum possessive ho chuki thi.

Neha dupatta apne seene pe kas ke pakad rahi thi, aankhen neeche, lips pressed. Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Pregnancy ke wajah se uske chehre pe ek alag hi glow tha, cheeks thodi full, aankhon ke neeche halka sa shadow. Us pal mein wo ekdum Hemal Ingle ki tarah lag rahi thi—innocence aur sensuality ka ek deadly mix.
Tabhi haveli ke dusre gate se ek dheere se darwaza khula. Awaaz puri khamoshi mein ekdum clear sunai di, lekin Varun aur Neha dono uss waqt apne hi tension mein itne ghire the ki dhyaan nahi gaya.
Andar aaya Sahil. Uska face pale tha, par aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi. Usne apne steps halki rakhe, aur khatiya se kuch distance par, ek andhere kone mein khud ko chhupa liya. Purane pillar ke peeche se uske paas ek clear view tha—Neha khatiya par, dupatta ko pakde hue, Varun uske saamne khada, confident smile ke saath.
Sahil ka dil tez chalne laga. Uske mann mein guilt tha—“Main yahan kyun khada hoon? Mujhe abhi Neha ko bachana chahiye.” Lekin body usse dhokha de rahi thi. Uske haath thoda tremble kar rahe the, aur uski nigaah Neha ki kurti ke loose neckline par atki thi, uske rounded seene pe, uske honton ki trembling line par.
Usne apni mooth tight ki, par ek ajeeb si heat uske andar uthne lagi. Har pal jab Varun Neha ke paas jhukta, uske lips uske cheek ke paas aate, Sahil ke andar guilt aur horniness dono ek saath collide ho jaate. Uski saans tez ho gayi, aankhen ek pal bhi blink nahi kar rahi thi.
Varun ne Neha ka chin pakad ke uska face upar uthaya, “Baby, yahaan koi nahi hai. Sirf tu aur main. Hospital jaayenge, par pehle yeh… yeh last time. Aur phir sach saamne hoga.”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu the, lekin unke peeche ek helpless surrender bhi. Usne dheere se aankhen band kar li, jaise apne aap se keh rahi ho: “Bas ek baar. Sirf ek baar aur.”
Aur us moment ko dekh kar… andhere mein khada Sahil apna har emotion lose karne laga. Uska mann cheekh raha tha “Rok do!” par uska jism whisper kar raha tha “Dekhte raho…”
Haveli ke andhere mein teen alag-alag dhadkane ek saath chal rahi thi—
Neha ka guilt, Varun ka junoon… aur Sahil ka forbidden thrill.


Haveli ke us purane kone mein khatiya ke paas hawa aur bhi garam ho gayi thi. Deewar ki dararon se aati halki dhoop Neha ke chehre pe padh rahi thi—uski aankhen neeche thi, lips press kiye hue, aur ungliyaan thoda tremble kar rahi thi.

Varun ne apna belt khola aur dheere se apna lund bahar nikala. Ek heavy, throbbing shape jo ekdum confident lag raha tha, jaise apna haq maang raha ho. Usne Neha ke saamne laake kaha, “Chalo baby… ab dikhao tum kitni loyal ho apni feelings ke saath.”
Neha ne ek nazar upar uthakar uski aankhon mein dekha—ghinn aur gussa dono saath-saath the. Uske nazar kehti thi, “Mujhe tumse nafrat hai,” lekin uska jism helpless tha. Usne apne haathon se Varun ka lund pakda, uska garam weight mehsoos kiya. Uske dil mein ek chhoti si scream thi—“Ye galat hai… lekin mujhe jaan’na hai… mujhe karna padega.”
Slowly, usne apne lips uske tip ke kareeb laaye. Varun ne ek confident smile ke saath uske baalon par haath rakha, uska sir dheere se press kiya.
“Good girl… bas aise hi,” Varun ne husky voice mein kaha.
Neha ne pehle tip pe apne hoth ghumaye, ek halki si lick di, jisse Varun ka moan nikal gaya. Uska lund Neha ke haath mein throbbing kar raha tha, har second aur hard hota ja raha tha. Usne apna mouth dheere se open kiya aur tip andar liya.
Varun ke lips se ek deep groan nikal gaya. “Yesss… Neha…”
Neha ki aankhon ke kone se aansu aa gaye—guilt aur ghin dono uske saath the. Lekin uske mooh ke ander Varun ka lund ab slip ho raha tha, uske soft hoth uske around tight seal banaye hue the.
Aur us corner mein… Sahil andhere se sab dekh raha tha. Uski mooth apne aap tight ho gayi, breathing fast thi. Uske dil mein guilt tha, “Ye meri biwi hai…” par uske lund ki hardness aur aankhon ka hunger uska asli raaz bata raha tha.
Varun ka haath Neha ke sir ko dheere-dheere guide kar raha tha, aur Neha apna role nibha rahi thi—slow strokes, soft sucking, lips ka glide. Haveli ki khamoshi ab Neha ke moans aur Varun ke groans se bhar gayi thi.




Haveli ke kone mein purani deewar ki daraaron se aati roshni seedhi khatiya par gir rahi thi. Khatiya ki purani lohe ki chadar halki si karrah rahi thi jaise wo bhi witness ho jo hone wala tha.

Varun ka lund Neha ke haath mein tha—heavy, throbbing, veins clearly visible. Neha ne apne hoth dheere-dheere uske tip ke around ghumaye. Har brush pe Varun ke mooh se ek halki groan nikalti thi.
“Ahhh… bas baby… exactly like that,” usne dheere se Neha ke baalon mein ungliyaan ghusate hue kaha.
Neha ka mann abhi bhi revolt kar raha tha. “Main yeh kyun kar rahi hoon? Yeh galat hai…” Lekin uske haath mechanically Varun ke shaft ko stroke karte ja rahe the. Har stroke ke sath lund aur hard ho raha tha, jaise Neha ki helplessness usko aur bhi fuel kar rahi ho.
Phir usne lips aur khol diye, aur tip ko apne mooh mein liya. Aawaaz ekdum clear thi—slurp… slurp… Varun ke hips thoda forward thrust kar gaye.
“Fuckkk… Neha… tumhari lips… itni garam… itni soft…” Varun ne moan kiya.
Neha ka mooh ab uske lund ko poori tarah stroke kar raha tha. Kabhi upar se tip suck karti, kabhi dheere-dheere poora andar le leti, throat tak feel hota. Har baar jab lund deep jata, uske gala se ek “gkkhh… uhhh” jaisi sound nikalti thi.
Varun ke haath ab uske head ko tightly guide kar rahe the. Har thrust pe khatiya halki si hilti thi, purani lohe ki aawaaz echo karti thi.
Neha ki saansein fast ho gayi thi, aankhon ke kone se aansu gir rahe the. Usne ek pal ke liye stop karne ki koshish ki, lund ko apne hothon se bahar nikala, lips se ek thin string of saliva latak gayi.
“Bas karo, Varun… main aur nahi—”
Varun ne uske lips ko finger se wipe karte hue husky tone mein bola,
“Shhh… tumhe lagta hai mujhe ‘nahi’ sunai deta? Tum to already addicted ho. Look at you… tumhari saansein… tumhari aankhen… sab kuch keh rahe hain tum enjoy kar rahi ho.”
Neha ne aankhen band kar li aur phir se lund ko apne mouth mein liya—aur is baar zyada passion ke saath. Uske hoth tight grip bana rahe the, uski zubaan lund ke shaft ke against glide kar rahi thi.
Sounds aur loud ho gayi—slurp… slurp… gkkhh… ahhh… Haveli ke purane kone mein wo sounds ajeeb tarah ki gunj rahi thi, jaise saari deewar unke saath breathe kar rahi ho.
Varun ab moan kar raha tha, hips se fast strokes deta hua. “Yesss… deeper… baby, throat mein feel karwana hai mujhe…”
Neha ka gala bar-bar choke ho raha tha, par usne resist nahi kiya. Har baar jab uska throat squeeze karta, Varun ka moan aur tez ho jaata.
Aur corner mein Sahil—uska saara body sweat se bhig gaya tha. Uska haath apne boxer ke upar press tha, ab clearly stroke kar raha tha apne aap ko. Uske hoth se halki si aawaaz nikli, ek mix of guilt aur horny desperation.
Uske mann mein sirf ek thought goonj raha tha:
“Yeh meri biwi hai… aur main bas chhupke dekh raha hoon… par main ruk bhi nahi sakta…”
Neha ka mooh ab completely wet tha, saliva uske chin se niche tapak raha tha. Har ek stroke, har ek slurp sound Varun ko aur wild bana rahi thi. Uske moans, Neha ke muffled “mmmhh… gkkhh” aur khatiya ki karahat… haveli ab ek forbidden concert ban chuki thi.



Haveli ke us andhere aur sunne mein hi bhootiye lagne wale kone mein atmosphere aur bhi garam ho chuka tha.

Neha abhi bhi saans sambhal rahi thi jab Varun ne apne dono haath uske baalon mein daal kar uska face thoda upar uthaya, aur apna garam, heavy load uske mooh ke andar release kar diya. Ek dum thick aur garam cum uske gale tak chala gaya.
Neha ki aankhen shock mein wide ho gayi, gala choke ho gaya, par Varun ne uska sir pakad ke rakha.
“Pee jao baby… sab pee lo…” usne husky aur command karte tone mein kaha.
Neha ne kuch second struggle ki, phir helplessly gulp karne lagi. Har gulp ke sath uske throat ki muscles contract ho rahi thi, aur Varun ke hoth se ek wild moan nikal raha tha. Cum uske lips ke kone se nikal kar chin par beh gaya.
Jab finally usne sab nigal liya, Neha khansi—“cough… uhhn…”—aur apne lips wipe kiye. Aankhen moist thi, face par mix of guilt aur helpless surrender.
Varun uske saamne baith gaya, uski thodi ko ungli se lift karte hue hans pada,
“Good girl. Dekha… tum kitni loyal ho apne Varun ke liye.”
Neha ne aankhen ghuma li, aankhon ke kone mein aansu aa gaye. Uske andar ek scream chal rahi thi “Yeh sab galat hai…” lekin uske hoth ab bhi Varun ke taste se heavy the.
Tabhi Varun ne apna next step liya—ek dum calm confidence ke saath usne Neha ke pair sidhe kar diye, aur khatiya par uske upar apna pressure banaya. Uske haath ne Neha ki salwar dheere se kholni shuru ki. Neha ne resist karne ki koshish ki,
“Varun, bas karo… please…”
Par uske protest ki aawaaz ekdum halki thi. Uske haath Varun ke haathon ko push karne ki koshish kar rahe the, par strength weak thi.
Varun ne uske pair spread kiye, salwar neeche kheench di. Ab Neha sirf apni patli si cotton panty mein thi. Uski thighs pregnancy ke wajah se thodi full lag rahi thi, aur panty ke beech ka area clearly thoda damp tha.
Varun ne apni ungli gently uske panty ke upar slide ki.
“Dekha baby… tum already wet ho. Tum keh rahi ho ‘stop’, lekin tumhara body keh raha hai ‘aur’.”
Neha ne aankhen tightly band kar li, lips se ek kapkapata hua moan nikal gaya—
“Uhhnn… Varun…”
Uske moan mein helplessness bhi thi, aur woh ek sach bhi tha jo wo deny karna chahti thi par kar nahi paayi.
Corner ke andhere mein Sahil khada sab dekh raha tha. Uske dil mein guilt ka toofan chal raha tha—“Ye meri biwi hai… main kyun kuch nahi kar raha?”—lekin uska lund ab apne control mein nahi tha. Har baar jab Varun ki ungli Neha ki panty ke upar glide karti thi aur Neha ke lips se woh helpless moan nikalta tha, Sahil ke andar horniness aur badh jaati thi.
Usne apne boxer ke upar se apna lund squeeze kiya, saans aur tez ho gayi. Uski aankhon mein fire thi—ek mix of lust, guilt, aur woh strange dark pleasure jisme wo ab doobta ja raha tha.
Varun ke haath ab Neha ke panty pe aur firm ho gaye the, aur Neha ka moan ab aur thoda loud hone laga tha.


Haveli ke andheron mein khatiya ki purani lakdi karah rahi thi, jaise usse bhi pata ho yahaan koi aisa raaz likha jaa raha hai jo kabhi samajh ke bahar hoga.

Neha khatiya par padi thi, sirf apni patli si cotton panty mein. Uske pair Varun ne spread kiye huye the. Uski aankhen tightly band thi, lips dabaye huye, jaise apne hi dil ki dhadkan ko chupana chahti ho.
Varun dheere se uske beech ungli ghumane laga—sirf panty ke upar se.
Soft fabric ke neeche jo warmth aur wetness thi, usse uske lips pe ek wild smile aa gayi.
Varun:
“Dekha, Neha… tumhari body tumse sach bulwa rahi hai. Bolti ho stop… par tumhare hoth, tumhari chut… already ready hain.”
Neha ne ek pal ke liye aankh kholi, uski taraf dekha ghinn aur helplessness ke mix se.
“Varun… stop it. Please… ye sab galat hai… main tumse request karti hoon.”
Varun bas hans pada, uski aankhon mein ek shameless shine thi.
“Request? Baby, tumne mujhe khud bulaya hai. Mujhe apna raaz check karne ko kaha hai. Ab process ka hissa ye bhi hai. Tum already wet ho… toh guilt kaisa?”
Usne panty ka elastic halka sa kheench ke side kiya. Neha ka soft trimmed area ab saamne tha—thoda swollen, thoda moist. Varun ne apni ungli halka rub ki.
“Uhhhhn…” Neha ke lips se ek kapkapata moan nikal gaya. Usne apni jod se neeche dekhna avoid kiya, sirr side ghuma liya.
Varun ab aur confident tha. Usne panty aur side ki, apni ungli ko directly uski slit ke upar rakha aur dheere se andar push kiya.
“Ahhhh… Varun… please…” Neha ki awaaz ab protest se zyada moaning ban gayi thi. Uski kamar thodi twitch hui, thighs automatically squeeze kar gayi, par Varun ne force se uske pair phir se faila diye.
Wet sound clearly hawa mein gunjne laga. schhlup… schhlup…
Varun ki ungli har thrust pe Neha ke ander se uska liquid leke bahar aa rahi thi.
Varun ne tease karte hue kaha,
“Baby, tum keh rahi ho stop… aur tumhari chut mujhe welcome kar rahi hai. Ab batao, kaun jhooth bol raha hai—tumhara dimaag ya tumhara jism?”
Neha ne apne hoth dabaye, aankhon se aansu nikalne lage.
Par uske moan ab raw ho gaye the—“Ahhh… haaahhh… uhhh…”
Uski saans fast thi, body arch kar rahi thi, boobs khatiya ke upar rub kar rahe the.
Aur wahin, haveli ke dusre kone mein, Sahil apna guilt aur horniness ek saath jhel raha tha. Uska lund ab poori tarah hard tha, boxer ke neeche throbbing kar raha tha. Uske haath automatically uske lund ko press karne lage.
Usne Neha ki har sound, har kapkapan feel ki. Har baar jab Neha moan karti thi—uska guilt ek second ke liye ubharta, “Meri biwi…”—aur agle hi second uski horniness sab kuch daba deti thi.
Varun ne ab apna face neeche jhuka liya. Uski zubaan Neha ke folds ko touch karti hi Neha ka moan aur loud ho gaya—
“Ahhhhhh… nooo… ahhh Varun!”
Wet sound aur moans ab haveli ki purani deewaron mein echo kar rahe the.




Haveli ka wo kone aur bhi zyada heavy ho gaya tha. Purani deewar pe latke makdi ke jaale bhi hawa ke sath hil rahe the, jaise wo bhi is raaz ko chupane wale gawah ho.

Neha ab khatiya pe spread thi, uski cotton panty ek side ko kheench ke rakhi thi. Uska body pregnancy ki wajah se thoda soft aur glow wala lag raha tha, par uski aankhon mein guilt aur uske jism mein uncontrollable heat thi.
Varun ab dheere se neeche jhuka, uski thighs spread karke apna face Neha ke folds ke paas le aaya. Neha ne turant react kiya—usne apne pair hilaye, knees squeeze ki:
“Varun… mat karo, please… ye galat hai… main tumhe allow nahi kar rahi!”
Varun ne uski eyes mein dekhte hue smile ki, aur ekdum shameless tone mein bola:
“Allow? Baby, tumhara moan already permission de raha hai. Ab feel karo…”
Aur bina aur kuch kahe, usne apni zubaan Neha ke slit ke upar drag ki. Ek garam, wet lick jo pure surface pe glide kar gaya.
“Ahhhhhhh… uhhhnnnn!” Neha ke lips se ek uncontrolled scream nikli. Uska jism ekdum se twitch kar gaya, kamar involuntarily upar uth gayi.
Varun ne ab apni zubaan slow circles mein chalani shuru ki. Har baar uske clit pe tip rub hoti, Neha ki saans ruk jaati, phir ek heavy moan ke sath bahar nikalti.
“Uhhh… haaahhh… Varun… stop… ohhh god…”
Uske haath khatiya ki lakdi ko tight pakad liye the, knuckles white ho gaye the. Uske pair ab resist karna chhod kar dheere se khul gaye, thighs Varun ke head ke sides pe relax hone lage.
Varun aur aggressive ho gaya—kabhi slow, kabhi fast. Kabhi zubaan andar push karta, kabhi clit ke upar suck kar leta. Wet sounds—slurp… schhh… lick lick—haveli ki khamoshi ko tod rahe the.
Neha ke moans ab aur bhi wild ho gaye:
“Ahhhh… noooo… haaaahhh… please… uhhhnn… bas…”
Par uske words aur uske jism opposite jaa rahe the. Uski back arch hoti ja rahi thi, boobs upar bounce kar rahe the, aur uska liquid Varun ke lips ko aur zyada wet kar raha tha.
Aur wahi corner mein Sahil khada tha, aankhen wide, body tense. Usne apna lund ab boxer ke andar se nikal liya tha, aur apne haathon se stroke karna start kar diya. Har baar jab Neha ki scream aati, uska haath fast ho jata.
Uske dimaag mein ek hi thought chal raha tha:
“Ye meri biwi hai… meri Neha… aur main khud dekh raha hoon… aur ruk bhi nahi pa raha.”
Varun ab apna face aur press karke, tongue fast karte hue, muffled moan nikala:
“Mmmmhhmmm… f*** baby, tum toh flood le aayi ho.”
Neha ne aankhen tight band ki, lips khol ke ek loud scream diya—
“Ahhhhhhhhhh Varun… I’m… I’m comingggg… ohhhhhh goddd!”
Uska jism violently shake karne laga, thighs clamp ho gayi Varun ke face ke around, aur chut se warm liquid burst hua, Varun ke mouth aur chin soak ho gaye.
Varun ne usi moment uske clit ko suck kiya, aur Neha ka orgasm aur long ho gaya.
Sahil ke haath bhi ab fast ho gaye the, uska body tension ke edge pe tha, saans broken, aankhen tears se moist.

Varun orgasm ke baad ekdum se upar utha, uski saanson mein ab bhi ek wild junoon tha. Usne bina kuch bole apni shirt khol ke phenk di, fir jeans bhi neeche khinch di. Ab wo poori tarah nanga tha, uska lund ab bhi throbbing, sticky shine mein chamak raha tha.

Neha ab bhi khatiya par spread padi thi, aankhen band, body abhi orgasm ki aftershocks se kapkapati. Varun ne ek confident grip se uski salwar aur panty puri tarah kheench ke nikal di, phir uski kurti bhi off kar di. Ab Neha sirf apne mangalsutra aur chhoti si bindi ke saath, bilkul nangi thi.
Uska jism pregnancy ke second month ki glow se bhara hua tha—soft, warm aur ek natural curve jisme femininity aur maturity dono thi.
Uske boobs abhi thode full lag rahe the, jaise andar life grow kar rahi ho. Nipples tight aur thode sensitive, pinkish-brown tip par ek shine thi. Unka bounce aur shape dekh kar Varun ke hoth pe automatically ek smile aa gayi.
Uska waist abhi bhi slim thi, par thoda soft feel ke saath. Hips wide, thighs juicy aur thodi thick—ekdum ek sensual, Indian aurat ka perfect frame. Uske face par guilt tha, lekin uska jism har angle se irresistible lag raha tha.
Varun ne uske haath pakad liye, aur usse apni taraf kheench kar apni godi mein bithaya. Neha ka hair open tha, strands uske cheek par gir rahe the, aankhen moist, lips trembling.
Varun ne uske kaan ke paas fuskara:
“Bas baby… ab tu meri hi hai.”
Usne apna lund haath se hold karke Neha ke neeche guide kiya. Neha ka dil tez dhadak raha tha, uske haath Varun ke shoulders pe the—shame aur helplessness ke beech atki hui.
Lekin Varun ke steady grip aur uske husky commands ke under, Neha dheere se uthi… apne pair adjust kiye… aur fir jaise hi Varun ne guide kiya, apna jism neeche press kiya.
“Ahhhhhh…” ek sharp moan uske hothon se nikal gayi jaise hi Varun ka garam, mota lund uske andar ghusne laga.
Neha ab uske lap par thi—ek nangi aurat, ek biwi, ek maa banne wali, jo apne hi raaz ke bojh mein apne pati ke alawa kisi aur ke lund pe baith gayi thi.
Varun ke lips se ek wild groan nikal gaya, “F***, baby… you feel unreal…”
Aur corner mein, Sahil apni aankhon par vishwas nahi kar pa raha tha. Uski biwi, uska pyaar—ab khud hi apne dushman ki godi mein baithi thi, aur apne hi haathon se apne pati ko dhoka de rahi thi. Uska dil guilt se bhara tha, lekin uska lund aur bhi hard ho gaya tha.




Haveli ke purane andheron mein, khatiya ki lakdi karah rahi thi jaise usse bhi pata ho yahaan ek paap likha jaa raha hai.

Neha ab Varun ki godi mein thi—poori tarah nangi, sirf mangalsutra uske cleavage mein chamak raha tha. Uska soft jism Varun ke hard, garam body se chipka hua tha. Uske boobs thoda bounce kar rahe the har saans ke saath, nipples tight aur erect.
Varun ne apna mota, throbbing lund uske andar guide kiya tha. Neha ki chut tight aur garam thi, jisme wo dheere-dheere slide kar raha tha.
Neha ne apni aankhen ek pal ke liye band ki aur phir dono haathon se Varun ke shoulders pakad liye. Uski kamar automatically hilne lagi. Dheere se upar uthti, phir neeche girti—Varun ka lund uske andar ghus kar uske har wall ko rub karta.
“Ahhh… ohhh Varun… uhhhhnnn…” Neha ke lips se raw moans nikal rahe the. Uska face flushed tha, baal face pe chipak gaye the, lips parted aur wet the.
Varun ka face bhi lust se bhar gaya tha. Usne dono haathon se Neha ke hips tight pakad liye aur usse aur hard neeche push karne laga. Har thrust pe khatiya zor se karakti—thak… thak… thak…—jaise wo bhi Neha ke pace ko match kar rahi ho.
Varun ke lips se husky moans nikal rahe the, “Ohhh f*** baby… ride me… haan… aur… aur tez…”
Neha ab wild ho gayi thi. Uske andar ka guilt, dard, sab ek second ke liye vanish ho gaya. Sirf ek intense desire thi jo usse control kar rahi thi. Uski kamar ab fast rhythm mein upar-neeche jump kar rahi thi, boobs crazy bounce kar rahe the. Har motion pe uske nipples Varun ke chest ko brush karte aur dono ke lips se mixed moans nikalte.
Neha ne ekdum tight Varun ke neck ko hug kar liya, uske shoulders pakad ke apna jism aur fast ride karne lagi. Har bounce pe wo ek wild scream karti:
“Ahhhhhh… yessss… ohhhh god… Varun… haaaa!”
Varun bhi lose control ho gaya, uske haath uske ass cheeks ko tight squeeze kar rahe the. Usne Neha ke ear ke paas groan kiya, “F*** Neha… you’re killing me… ride harder!”
Aur wahi kone mein, Sahil ek patthar ki tarah khada tha. Uski saansen ruk-ruk ke chal rahi thi, body uncontrollably shake kar rahi thi. Uske haath apne lund ko ab tight stroke kar rahe the, eyes se tears aa gaye the.
Uske dimaag mein guilt tha—“Ye meri biwi hai, meri Neha… aur main sab dekh raha hoon chup chaap…”—par uska lund ab apne control ke bahar tha. Har moan, har slap sound, har bounce usse aur horny kar raha tha. Uski legs weak ho rahi thi, saans fast thi, body ka control toot raha tha.
Neha ab completely wild thi—uski kamar non-stop ride kar rahi thi, uske lips Varun ke lips pe crash hue, dono aggressively kiss karne lage. Cum, sweat, moans—sab ek hi storm mein blend ho gaya tha.
Varun chillaya, “Yesss baby, ride me, ride my f***ing lund… ahhhhhh!”
Aur Neha bas scream karte rahi—“Ohhhhhh Varunnnnn… uhhhhhhnnnn!”—jaise uska dil, uska jism aur uska guilt ek hi waqt mein phat raha ho.

Khatiya ab zor-zor se karah rahi thi, jaise uski purani lakdi bhi samajh gayi ho ke upar kya tufaan chal raha hai.

Varun ne Neha ko apni godi se uthakar dheere se khatiya par lita diya. Uska nanga jism pura spread ho gaya, boobs side mehse bounce kar gaye, nipples abhi bhi erect aur thode sensitive the. Uski saansein fast thi, aankhen aadhi band, lips red aur swollen the—ekdum guilty aurat jo ab pure lust mein convert ho chuki thi.
Varun uske upar chadha, dono pairon se khatiya ke dono side pakad liye aur apna lund seedha uske entrance par rakha. Usne apna face neeche laakar Neha ko deep kiss kar liya—ekdum possessive aur hungry. Neha ke hoth uske mooh ke against compress ho gaye, dono ki saansein ek dusre mein ghul gayi.
Varun ne uske lips suck kiye, phir neck pe kisses daale. Fir usne directly boobs pakad liye, dono haathon se squeeze karta raha—kabhi left, kabhi right.
“Ahhhhhh…” Neha ka moan nikal gaya.
Varun ne ek nipple apne mooh mein liya, aur usse aggressively suck karne laga—kabhi teeth se halka bite, kabhi zubaan se circle. Dusra hand se wo dusra boob tight squeeze karta raha. Neha ka jism arch ho gaya, usne apni kamar neeche se upar uthayi jaise aur demand kar rahi ho.
“Varun… ahhhh… ohhhh god… stop… uhhhnnnn… nahi, bas mat karo… ahhhhhh!” Uske words ekdum contradictory the—lips protest kar rahe the par body usse aur tight hug kar rahi thi.
Varun ne bina rukhe apna lund uske andar push kar diya. Ek hi thrust mein deep andar tak ghus gaya.
“Ahhhhhh f***!” Neha cheekh uthi, uska jism ekdum stretch ho gaya.
Varun ne pace banani shuru ki—hard, deep thrusts jo khatiya ko zor zor se hilane lage. Har thap ke sath Neha ke boobs bounce karte, aur Varun kabhi unhe squeeze karta, kabhi bite. Wet slap sounds aur moans haveli mein gungunane lage.
“Thap! Thap! Thap!”
Neha ne apne dono pair Varun ki kamar ke ird-gird lapet liye. Uske thighs tight ho gayi thi, ankles cross kar ke usne Varun ko apne andar trap kar diya.
“Uhhhhnnn… haaaa… Varun… aur… aur hard…!”
Varun ab wild ho gaya tha—uske haath kabhi uske boobs squeeze karte, kabhi dono nipples bite karte, aur har thrust ke sath uska lund Neha ke andar tak jata.
“F*** baby… tumhari chut toh heaven hai… tight, wet… main pagal ho raha hoon…” Varun moan karte hue bola.
Neha ke lips se sirf raw screams nikal rahi thi—“Ohhhhhh… ahhhhhh… yesss… aur… aur… haaahhhhhh!”
Uski back arch ho gayi thi, uske nails Varun ke back ko scratch kar rahe the, uske legs usse aur jor se apne andar daba rahi thi.
Corner mein Sahil ab apna control khota ja raha tha. Uske haath fast stroke kar rahe the, aankhon se aansu gir rahe the, lekin uski body horniness se shake kar rahi thi. Usne apni biwi ko aise kabhi nahi dekha tha—aur us moment mein guilt aur lust dono usko cheer rahe the.



Varun ka pace ab aur zyada brutal ho chuka tha. Haveli ke andheron mein bas ek hi awaaz gunj rahi thi—khatiya ki karah, skin slap ka thap-thap aur Neha ke moans jo ab control ke bahar nikal rahe the.

“Thap! Thap! Thap!”
Har thrust ke sath khatiya hilti, kabhi corner se lakdi ki crrrkkk awaaz aati, jaise wo bhi todne ke kagar par ho. Varun ne apna weight Neha ke upar daal diya, uske dono haath se uski kalaiyan pakad kar unhe head ke side press kar diya.
“Baby… ab tum poori meri ho… samjhi? Yeh jo baby tumhare andar hai, mujhe pakka lagta hai mera hi hai,” Varun ne husky voice mein kaha, uske lips Neha ke kaan ke paas brushing karte hue.
Neha ne aankhen band kar li, uske chehre se guilt ke aansu beh rahe the, lekin uske lips se nikal raha tha—
“Ahhhh… ohhhh… haaahhhhhh… aur… aur…”
Varun uski nipples pe apni zubaan fer raha tha, kabhi bite karta, kabhi suck karta, aur har bar Neha ka jism arch ho jaata. Uske boobs sweat se shine kar rahe the, nipples ab swollen aur red ho gaye the. Varun ne ek pal ko unhe dono haath se squeeze karke dono nipples ek saath bite kiye.
“Ahhhhhh! Varun!” Neha cheekh uthi.
Uske dono pair ab bhi Varun ki kamar ke ird-gird tight the, jaise usne apne andar bandh liya ho. Varun ne apna lund aur hard push kiya, ab har thrust balls tak andar jata tha. Wet squelching sound gunj rahi thi—schhlup, schlup—jaise Neha ka jism usse poori tarah soak kar raha ho.
“Fuckkk… tumhari chut toh juice factory ban gayi hai… baby tumne mujhe pagal kar diya,” Varun moan karta hua bola.
Neha sirf scream karti rahi—“Haaahhhhhh… aur… aur deep… main… main aa rahi hoon…”
Varun ne pace aur tez kar diya. Usne apne haath Neha ke thighs ke neeche ghusa diye aur unhe spread karke aur bhi open kar diya, fir uske hips pakad ke jackhammer jaisa thrust karne laga.
“THAP! THAP! THAP!”
Neha ka poora body shake kar raha tha, uske boobs zor zor se bounce kar rahe the, uske nails Varun ke shoulders ko scratch karte ja rahe the. Har thrust ke sath uski awaaz aur loud hoti gayi.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh f***… yessss… main… main abhi… abhi aane wali hoon!”
Aur phir—ek wild scream ke sath Neha ka orgasm phat gaya. Uske legs uncontrollably kick karne lage, uski chut Varun ke lund ko spasm karke squeeze kar rahi thi. Uski back ekdam arc ho gayi, boobs sky ki taraf point kar rahe the, aur uske hothon se bas raw cry nikla—
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
Usi moment mein, Varun bhi lose ho gaya. Usne ek final thrust mara, apna lund balls tak andar push kiya aur phir garm, thick cum Neha ke uterus ke andar flood kar diya.
“Yessssss… take it all baby… ahhhh fuckkkkkk!”
Neha ka jism ab bhi orgasm ke aftershocks mein twitch kar raha tha, uski chut se cum leak ho kar khatiya ki purani chadar par tapakne laga.
Aur kone mein… Sahil.
Uska haath ab rapid speed se stroke kar raha tha, aankhon se aansu beh rahe the, par uska lund throbbing aur precum se bhara tha. Jaise hi Neha ne apni scream nikali aur orgasm mein collapse kiya, Sahil bhi corner mein silent moan ke sath cum kar gaya—apne hi boxer ke andar, apne hi haath mein, chhup kar.
Uske lips se bas ek broken whisper nikla—
“Neha…”
Aur us moment mein guilt, pleasure, aur betrayal ek hi saath uske andar phat gaye.


Khatiya ke upar Neha bilkul thaki hui padi thi. Uska jism ab bhi halki si tremble kar raha tha—Varun ke cum se bhara hua, uski thighs ke beech se ab bhi halki-halki leak ho raha tha. Uska face sweat aur aansuon ka mix tha, hair messy, lips swollen… ek aisi image jo guilty bhi thi aur dangerous sexy bhi.

Varun abhi bhi uske upar jhukkar uski gardan pe soft kisses kar raha tha, kabhi nipples ko squeeze kar leta, kabhi uske face pe lazy bite. Uski aankhon mein ab bhi wo possessive shine thi.
“Baby, tum nahi jaanti… tum mere liye kya ho. Ab toh confirm hai… tumhare andar mera hi hissa pal raha hai,” Varun ne husky voice mein kaha, uski cheek ke paas lips rakhte hue.
Neha ne aankhen band karke deep saans li. Ek second ke liye wo uske arms mein bilkul chup rahi, jaise surrender kar rahi ho. Lekin phir usne apna haath uthakar Varun ke chest ko zor se push kar diya.
“Bas, Varun. Bohot ho gaya.” Uska tone thoda broken tha, par strong bhi. “Main yahan kis liye aayi thi, yaad hai? Mujhe bas ek hi cheez chahiye thi—yeh jaan’na ki mere baby ka baap kaun hai. Aur kuch nahi.”
Varun ne uske face ko apne dono haathon se hold kiya, eyes mein mischievous smile.
“Arre… abhi toh maza start hua tha. Tumhe lagta hai main tumhe aise hi chhod dunga?”
Neha ka patience break ho gaya. Usne uska haath apne face se hata diya, aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye.
“Enough, Varun. Abhi ke abhi mujhe hospital le chalo. Jo karne aaye the, wahi karo. Aur kuch nahi. Mujhe aur koi game nahi chahiye.”
Varun ne ek second ke liye uski aankhon mein dekha—phir hansi chhupa kar, shirt uthakar pehn li.
“Fine, madam. Jaise aap hukum. Lekin fees toh maine already le li hai, hai na?” Usne wink kiya aur apna belt tighten kiya.
Neha chup rahi. Usne bas apne kapde uthaye, jaldi-jaldi pehne. Uske haath kaanp rahe the, par uski aankhon mein ab determination tha.
Haveli ke dusre corner mein, Sahil ab bhi chupchap tha. Uske haath abhi bhi sticky the, aankhen shock aur horniness ke mix mein red. Usne sab kuch dekha tha—apni biwi ko ek aur insaan ke neeche moan karte hue, aur ab usse phir se hospital le jaaya jaa raha tha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Uske mann mein ek khayal baar-baar ghoom raha tha—
“Kya main khud hi is sab ka asli villain hoon? Jo kuch hua… uska raasta maine hi to banaya.”
Varun ne Neha ko ek arm se hold kiya aur usse haveli ke bahar le aaya. Purani diwaron ki moistened smell ab bhi hawa mein thi, khatiya ab bhi un dono ke sweat aur cum ke mixture se bhari hui thi.
Bahaar aake car khadi thi. Varun ne door open kiya aur bola,
“Chalo baby, ab chalte hain. Tumhara sach mil hi jaayega.”
Neha ne ek deep saans li, uski aankhen niche thi, lekin uske steps firm.
“Bas. Ab koi baat nahi. Seedha hospital.”
Car start hui, aur raaste ke dhool–mitti ke saath dono apni journey hospital ki taraf nikal gaye… peeche chhod kar wo haveli, jo ab unke raaz ki ek aur gavaah ban gayi thi.

[Joker44]

Haveli ki purani, dhool-bhari hawa se nikal kar jab Varun ki SUV ek posh private clinic ke saamne ruki, toh mahaul ekdum badal gaya. Yeh koi aam hospital nahi tha. Yeh Mumbai ke outskirts mein bana ek ‘boutique clinic’ tha—jahan ameeron ke raaz dafan kiye jaate the, aur jahan paise fek kar kismat ki lakeerein padhi jaati thi.
Neha car se utari. Uske pair abhi bhi thode kaanp rahe the—sirf darr se nahi, balki haveli mein hue us encounter ki wajah se. Uska jism abhi bhi Varun ke touch se jhanjhana raha tha, aur andar… andar ek ajeeb sa bhaari-pan tha. Usne apna dupatta theek kiya, chehre par bikhre baalon ko sameta, aur ek gehri saans li.
“Chalo, Neha. Himmat mat haarna ab,” Varun ne uske kandhe par haath rakhte hue kaha. Uski awaaz mein ab wo sexual hunger nahi thi, balki ek cold, calculated confidence tha.
Neha ne uska haath jhatak diya. “Mujhe bas sach jaan’na hai. Aur kuch nahi.”
Wo clinic ke glass door ki taraf badhi. Varun ke hothon par ek smirk thi, jaise use result pehle se pata ho.
Aur kuch doori par… ek white sedan mein baitha Sahil sab dekh raha tha. Usne apni car shadows mein park ki thi. Usne ek cap pehen li, collar upar kiya, aur dabe paon unke peeche clinic ke reception area tak pahunch gaya. Uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use lag raha tha sab sun lenge.




Clinic ke andar thandak thi—AC ki chilled hawa ne Neha ke pasine ko sukha diya. Reception par koi bheed nahi thi. Varun seedha reception par gaya aur ek naam whisper kiya—"Dr. Mehta."

Receptionist ne bina koi sawaal kiye unhe ek private corridor ki taraf ishara kar diya. Sahil, jo bahar ek plant ke peeche se dekh raha tha, samajh gaya ki yeh sab pre-planned tha. Varun ne pehle hi sab set kar rakha tha.
Dr. Mehta ka cabin soundproof tha, lekin blinds thode khule the. Sahil corridor ke end par ek waiting chair par baith gaya, jahan se wo cabin ke andar ka dhundhla nazara dekh sakta tha. Aur kismat se… darwaza halka sa crack open reh gaya tha.
Dr. Mehta, ek middle-aged aadmi jiske chehre par lalach saaf dikh raha tha, Varun se mila.
“Mr. Varun, sab ready hai. Rapid Genetic Test ki kit aur High-Res Ultrasound taiyaar hai. Cost aapko pata hai…”
Varun ne ek mota envelope table par rakh diya. “Cost ki chinta mat karo, Doc. Humein result abhi chahiye. Aaj. Isi waqt.”
Neha chupchap examination bed par let gayi. Usne apni kurti upar ki. Uska pet—jo ab halka sa round shape le raha tha—expose ho gaya.
Sahil ne bahar se apni biwi ka wo nanga pet dekha. Wo pet jise wo roz raat ko chumta tha, jise wo apna maanta tha. Aaj wo kisi aur ke saamne exposed tha, kisi aur ke paise par check ho raha tha.
The Shocking Discovery (Ultrasound)
Doctor ne gel lagaya aur probe ghumana shuru kiya. Monitor par black and white images aane lagi.
Thodi der shanti rahi. Sirf machine ki ‘humming’ awaaz.
Achanak Doctor ki aankhein wide ho gayi. Usne screen ko zoom kiya, fir Varun ki taraf dekha.
“Mr. Varun… Mrs. Neha… Ek good news hai. Aur ek… well, shocking news bhi.”
Neha ka dil halak mein aa gaya. “Kya hua Doctor? Sab theek to hai na?”
Doctor ne screen ki taraf ungli ki.
“Dekhiye yahan. Ek heartbeat yahan hai… dhak-dhak, dhak-dhak. Aur… ek heartbeat yahan hai.”
Neha aur Varun dono ek saath bole— “Twins?!”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Judwa bacche. Ek maa ke liye isse badi khushi kya ho sakti thi? Lekin agle hi pal, uska guilt wapas aa gaya. Do bacche… lekin kiske?
Varun zor se hansa. “Double dhamaka! Wah Neha, tum toh poora package nikli!”
Sahil, bahar baitha, sunn reh gaya. Twins. Uski biwi ke pet mein do jaanein pal rahi thi.
Lekin Doctor ne apna gala saaf kiya. “Ab aate hain paternity test par. Humne jo sample liya tha (CVS method se), uska rapid analysis aa gaya hai. Kyunki aapne ‘mixed paternity’ ka doubt jataya tha, humne markers check kiye.”
Doctor ne ek file uthayi. Mahal mein khamoshi chha gayi.
“Science mein ek rare phenomenon hota hai—Heteropaternal Superfecundation. Matlab, jab ek aurat ke andar do eggs release hote hain, aur wo do alag-alag mardon ke sperm se fertilize hote hain… same cycle mein.”
Neha ka chehra safed pad gaya. “Matlab…?”
Doctor ne seedha Neha ki aankhon mein dekha.
“Matlab yeh, Mrs. Neha, ki aapke womb mein jo do bacche hain… unke baap alag-alag hain.”
Ek sannata. Aisa sannata jo chillane se zyada kaan faad de.
Varun ki hansi ruk gayi. “What? Explain karo, Doc.”
Doctor ne paper par point kiya.
“Fetus A… iske DNA markers aapse 99.9% match karte hain, Mr. Varun. Mubarak ho, aap baap banne wale hain.”
Varun ne ek victorious punch hawa mein mara. “Yes! Maine bola tha na Neha! I knew it! Mera khoon hai!”
Neha rone lagi, uska haath apne mooh par tha. “Aur… aur dusra? Wo Sahil ka hai na? Bataiye Doctor… wo mere pati ka hai na?”
Doctor ne apna chashma theek kiya aur dheere se sar hilaya.
“Nahi, Ma’am. Humne jo husband ka sample (hair strand jo Varun ne चुपke se provide kiya tha Sahil ki comb se) test kiya… wo match nahi hua. Fetus B ka DNA na Mr. Varun se match karta hai, na aapke husband se.”
Neha cheekh padi. “To fir kiska hai?!”
Doctor ne charts check kiye. “Conception date… approximate 2 mahine pehle ki hai. Specific date… 14th June.”
14th June.
Date sunte hi Neha aur Varun dono ki aankhein milin.
Manali. The Tent.
Woh raat jab Neha, Varun, aur Kartik… teeno ek saath the.
Woh raat jab ‘Double Penetration’ hua tha. Jab ek waqt par, Neha ke andar do mardon ne apna seeds daala tha. Ek taraf Varun… aur dusri taraf Kartik.
Varun ke chehre par ek ajeeb si smile phail gayi. Pehle shock, fir amusement, aur fir ek paagalon wali hansi.
“Hahahaha! Oh my God! Kartik! Wo dusra bacha Kartik ka hai! Neha… tumne toh history bana di! Ek bacha mera, ek mere dost ka… aur tumhare pati ka… ZERO!”
Varun itni zor se hans raha tha ki uski aankhon mein paani aa gaya.
“Bhabhi ji, aap toh legend nikli! Us raat jo humne kiya tha… tent mein… aage se main, peeche se wo… yaad hai? Lagta hai hum dono ne nishana sahi lagaya tha!”
Neha bed par toot gayi. Wo fut-fut kar rone lagi.
“Nahi… ye nahi ho sakta… Bhagwan, ye kya kiya maine… Sahil… mere Sahil ka kya hoga…”



Sahil’s Reaction (Bahar Corridor Mein)

Darwaze ke bahar, Sahil diwar se tik gaya. Uske pairon se jaan nikal gayi thi. Wo wahin zameen par slide hote hue baith gaya.
Twins.
Ek Varun ka.
Ek Kartik ka.
Aur wo?
Wo sirf ek spectator tha. Ek audience.
Us raat bhi wo sirf dekh raha tha. Aur aaj bhi wo sirf sun raha tha.
Uske khud ke ghar mein, uski biwi ke pet mein, do bacchon ki dhadkan chal rahi thi—aur unmein se ek bhi khoon uska nahi tha. Uska wajood, uska vansh… sab khatam ho gaya tha.
Usne apni aankhein band ki. Uske dimaag mein wo scene chalne laga—Manali ka tent. Neha beech mein, aage Varun, peeche Kartik. Wo moans, wo screams.
Use gussa aana chahiye tha. Use darwaza tod kar andar jaana chahiye tha. Neha ko, Varun ko, Doctor ko… sabko maarna chahiye tha.
Lekin…
Uske boxer ke andar, ek ajeeb si hulchul hui.
Dukh aur sharm ke beech, ek ganda sa nasha jaag utha.
“Meri biwi… do mardon ke bacche carry kar rahi hai. Ek hi waqt par.”
Yeh khayal use tod bhi raha tha… aur ek bimari ki tarah excite bhi kar raha tha.
The Aftermath (Clinic ke Andar)
Varun ne Neha ke pet par haath rakha. Neha ne hatane ki koshish ki, par Varun ne pakad liya.
“Ab rona dhona band karo, Neha. Ab tum humari ho. Officially. Ek bacha mera, ek mere yaar ka. Sahil toh bas ab… caretaker hai. Bill wo bharega, paalega wo… par khoon humara hoga.”
Varun ne Doctor ki taraf dekha. “Doc, ye baat bahar nahi jaani chahiye. Report mein ‘Husband’ ka naam hi daal do. Hum nahi chahte bechare Sahil ko heart attack aaye.”
Doctor ne paise ka envelope pocket mein rakha. “Don’t worry. Report clean hogi.”
Neha ab ek zinda laash ki tarah leti thi. Usne haveli mein socha tha ki sach jaan kar shanti milegi. Par sach ne use zinda jala diya tha.
Varun ne Neha ko khada kiya. “Chalo, Mummy ji. Party karni chahiye aaj.”
The Exit
Jab Varun aur Neha cabin se bahar nikle, Sahil wahan nahi tha.
Wo pehle hi nikal chuka tha.
Apni car mein baithkar, Sahil ne steering wheel ko zor se pakda. Uski aankhon se aansu gir rahe the, lekin chehre par ek ajeeb si smile thi. Ek toote hue aadmi ki smile.
“Main Caretaker hoon,” usne khud se whisper kiya.
Usne apni car start ki aur unke nikalne ka wait karne laga.
Kahani abhi khatam nahi hui thi.
Ab toh asli khel shuru hua tha. Ek ghar, teen baap, aur do anjaan bacche.
Aur Sahil… jo ab sab jaanta tha, par jiske hoth sil gaye the hamesha ke liye

Clinic se nikalne ke baad SUV ek bhari khamoshi ke saath Mumbai ki sadkon par daud rahi thi. AC ki thandak ke bawajood, gadi ke andar ka mahaul dam ghutne wala tha. Neha passenger seat par thi, uska haath ab bhi apne pet par tha—wo pet jisme ab sirf ek jaan nahi, balki do alag-alag mardon ke beej pal rahe the.
Twins. Ek Varun ka. Ek Kartik ka.
Aur Sahil… uski zindagi ka woh hissa jo ab sabse anjaan ban gaya tha.
Neha ka dimaag sunn pad gaya tha. "Heteropaternal Superfecundation"—doctor ke wo bhaari shabd uske kaan mein goonj rahe the. Usne apni aankhein band ki, toh wahi Manali ka tent yaad aaya. Ek taraf Varun, dusri taraf Kartik. Us raat ka wo "Double Penetration" ab uski zindagi ka sabse bada sach ban chuka tha.
Varun driving seat par tha, ek haath steering par aur dusra window ke frame par. Uske chehre par abhi bhi wo victorious smile thi, jaise usne koi trophy jeet li ho.
Neha ne achanak khamoshi todi. Uski awaaz mein darr tha, par ek determination bhi.
“Mujhe Kartik se baat karni hai.”
Varun ne road se nazar hataye bina ek halki si hansi di. “Kartik se? Kyun? Congratulations bolna hai?”
Neha gusse se mud gayi. “Mazak mat udao, Varun! Doctor ne kya kaha suna nahi tumne? Ek bacha uska hai. Uska haq hai jaan’ne ka. Aur mujhe… mujhe usse poochna hai ki ab aage kya karna hai.”
Varun ne brake par halka paon rakha aur gadi ki speed kam ki. Usne mud kar Neha ko dekha—wohi teasing look jo Neha ko ab chubhne lagi thi.
“Baby, Kartik ko main bata dunga. Tu tension mat le. Waise bhi, wo sunke khushi se pagal ho jayega. Uska nishana itna sateek tha, socha nahi tha usne.”
“Mujhe usse milna hai, Varun. Face to face,” Neha ne zidd ki. “Yeh phone par baat karne wali cheez nahi hai.”
Varun ne steering par ungliyan bajayi. “Okay… mil lena. Lekin tujhe pata hai na, hum sadak par khade hoke baat nahi kar sakte. Public place mein ‘humare’ relation discuss nahi ho sakte.”
Neha ka dil dhadka. Use pata tha ye conversation kahan ja rahi hai.
Varun ne aage kaha, “Mere flat par aa jaana. Parso dopehar ko. Main Kartik ko bula lunga. Wahan aaram se… ‘baat’ karenge.”
Neha ne turant sar hilaya, aankhein badi ho gayi. “Nahi! Bilkul nahi Varun. Maine haveli mein kya kaha tha? Wo aakhri baar tha. Main pregnant hoon, mujhe rest chahiye. Main tumhare flat par nahi aaungi. Bas kahin bahar… cafe mein ya park mein mil lenge.”
Varun zor se hansa. “Cafe mein? Seriously Neha? Wahan kya bologe? ‘Hey Kartik, aadha pet tumhara hai’? Log tamasha bana denge.”
Usne apna haath Neha ke thigh par rakh diya. Neha ne hatane ki koshish ki, par usne grip tight kar li.
“Aur sunn… tu sach mein itni bholi hai? Tujhe lagta hai agar Kartik aayega, aur use pata chalega ki tere andar uska bacha hai… toh wo sirf ‘baat’ karega?”
Neha chup ho gayi. Uski saansein atak gayi.
Varun ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha, “Yaad hai tent wali raat? Kartik kitna wild tha? Agar wo tujhe dekhega, tere pregnant glow ko dekhega… toh tujhe lagta hai wo shant baithega? Wo apna haq maangega, Neha. Jaise maine maanga.”
Neha ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. “Par main pregnant hoon… ye safe nahi hai… please Varun, samjhao usse. Bas baat karke solution nikalte hain.”
Varun ne apna haath uske thigh se upar slide kiya, uske pet ke paas.
“Solution hi toh nikalna hai, baby. Aur solution yahi hai—hum teeno ka bond. Dekh, aadha bacha mera hai, aadha uska. Hum dono ko khush rakhna teri responsibility hai ab. Waise bhi… doctor ne mana nahi kiya hai sex ke liye. In fact, thoda enjoyment stress kam karta hai.”
Neha ne Varun ki aankhon mein dekha. Wahan sirf lust aur manipulation tha. Usse samajh aa gaya ki wo ek jaal mein phans chuki hai. Agar use Kartik se baat karni hai, agar use is situation ka koi solution chahiye… toh use Kartik ko bhi wahi dena hoga jo Varun ne liya.
Woh jaanti thi ki Kartik rukne wala nahi hai. Us raat tent mein Kartik ki bhook Varun se kam nahi thi.
Neha ne ek gehri, thaki hui saans chhodi (breathed out). Uske shoulders jhuk gaye. Uska resistance toot gaya.
“Okay…” usne dheere se kaha, awaaz mein haar thi. “Bas ek baar aur. Sirf isliye kyunki mujhe baat karni hai. Aur uske baad… please Varun, koi solution nikalna padega. Main Sahil se aur jhoot nahi bol sakti.”
Varun ke chehre par ek shaitani muskaan phail gayi. “Good girl. Solution nikal aayega. Pehle hum thoda celebrate toh kar lein. Twins hain yaar, chhoti baat nahi hai!”
Usne gadi ki speed badhayi. “Parso afternoon. 2 baje. Main location bhej dunga. Kartik wahan hoga. Aur haan… tayyar hoke aana. Kartik ko wo red waali lipstick pasand hai.”
Neha ne khidki ke bahar dekhna shuru kar diya taaki Varun uske aansu na dekh sake.



Gadi Neha ke ghar se thodi door, ek corner par ruki. Varun ne car unlock ki.

“Bye, Mummy ji. Take care of our babies,” usne wink kiya.
Neha bina kuch bole car se utar gayi. Uske pair bhaari the. Wo sadak par chalti hui apne ghar ki taraf badhi.
Aur kuch door peeche… ek doosri gadi mein baitha Sahil, jo unka peecha karte hue yahan tak aaya tha, sab dekh raha tha.
Sahil ne dekha ki kaise Neha sar jhukaye, haare hue sipahi ki tarah ghar ja rahi hai. Aur Varun ki SUV music bajate hue wahan se nikal gayi.
Sahil ne steering wheel par apna sar tikaya.
“Parso afternoon,” usne khud se whisper kiya, jaise usne Neha ke dimaag ko padh liya ho. “Ek aur meeting. Ek aur deal.”
Uske andar ka jealous pati cheekh raha tha, lekin uske andar ka voyeur… wo agle episode ka intezaar kar raha tha.
Neha ghar ke gate ke andar ghus gayi, apni naseeb aur apne pet mein pal rahe do raaz ke saath.

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I’m currently working on the final chapters of this story, and it will be coming to an end in just a few more updates. Thank you all for reading and for your continued support.

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Mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha jab Neha ne mujhe bola ki aaj woh thodi der ke liye bahar ja rahi hai. “Sahil, bas kuch shopping aur doctor se confirm karna hai twins ke baare mein. Tension mat lo, main jaldi aa jaungi.” Uske chehre pe wohi purani innocent smile thi, lekin aankhon mein kuch gehra, kuch chhupa hua tha. Main jaanta tha ki yeh sirf shopping nahi hai. Clinic ke baad se Neha ka behavior badal gaya tha – kabhi kabhi phone pe chhup-chhup ke baat karti, kabhi mirror ke saamne apne pregnant pet ko haath ferte hue soch mein pad jaati. Aur main… main chupke se sab dekh raha tha, jaise hamesha se. Mera lund already half-hard ho chuka tha soch ke ki aaj kya hone wala hai.

Neha bedroom mein gayi aur darwaza band kar liya. Main drawing room mein baitha tha lekin mera dil uske saath hi tha. Usne pehle mirror ke saamne khud ko dekha – uski pregnant belly ab thodi aur ubhar chuki thi, 4-5 months ki ho chuki thi aur twins hone ki wajah se uska body aur zyada sensitive, aur zyada juicy ho gaya tha. Uske natural boobs pehle se hi bade the, ab pregnancy ne unko aur bhar diya tha – heavy, milky, nipples thode dark aur sensitive. Woh hamesha kehti thi “yeh sab tumhari wajah se hai Sahil” lekin andar hi andar usko pata tha ki asli wajah Varun aur Kartik ke woh creampies the.



Neha ne pehle apni purani pink salwar suit nikala jo ab uske badle hue body pe tight pad raha tha. Salwar ki panty uski gaand pe bilkul chipak jaati thi, aur kameez ke buttons uske swollen boobs pe zor se dab rahe the. Lekin aaj usne kuch alag socha. “Agar main in dono se milne ja rahi hoon toh… simple nahi rehna chahiye,” usne apne aap se kaha, awaaz mein guilt aur excitement ka mix. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh meeting sirf “baat karne” ke liye nahi hai. Paternity confirm hone ke baad complications ho sakte hain – medical, future, ya kuch bhi. Dono real fathers ko saath rakhna zaroori tha. Lekin uske dil mein ek aur awaaz thi – “ek baar unke saamne gayi toh woh mujhe inch by inch chodenge… jaise Manali mein kiya tha.” Uski chut already geeli hone lagi thi soch ke.

Usne drawer se woh special black maternity dress nikala jo usne recently online order kiya tha – soft stretchable fabric, deep V-neck jo uske cleavage ko perfectly highlight karta tha, aur length knee tak, lekin side slits mein uski smooth thighs dikhti thi. Dress uske pregnant belly pe snugly fit ho gaya, boobs ko dono taraf se dabate hue unko aur bada dikha raha tha. Nipples dress ke thin fabric se thode ubhar rahe the. Neha ne andar koi bra nahi pehna – “kyun pehnu? Woh toh jaante hain mera body ab unka hai.” Panty bhi thin black lace wali chuni, jo uski chut ke lips pe bilkul chipak jaati thi. Baal khule chhod diye, thoda makeup – red lipstick jo uske lips ko aur juicy bana deti thi, aur woh mehndi wali payal jo Manali trip mein pehni thi. Mirror mein dekhte hue usne apne pet pe haath ferte hue socha, “Yeh dono bacche… ek Varun ka, ek Kartik ka. Sahil ko kabhi nahi pata chalna chahiye. Main usko kitna fool kar rahi hoon… lekin yeh sab uske fantasy ke liye hi toh shuru hua tha. Ab main rok nahi sakti.”


Guilt uske andar gehri thi. “Sahil mera pati hai, mujhe itna pyar karta hai… aur main uske saamne yeh sab chhupa ke dono mardon se milne ja rahi hoon. Unke lund se apni chut bharwane ja rahi hoon. Yeh galat hai Neha… bahut galat.” Lekin saath hi uski body betray kar rahi thi. Pregnancy ne hormones badha diye the – boobs touch karte hi nipples khade ho jaate, chut mein constant itching rehti thi. “Lekin yeh best way hai. Dono fathers ko saath rakhungi toh koi complication nahi hoga. Aur… aur unke saath hone ka maza bhi toh alag hai. Sahil dekh nahi paayega aaj, lekin shayad baad mein bataungi… ya nahi.”

Phone baja. Unknown number. Neha ka dil dhadka. Uthaya toh Kartik ki deep, husky voice aayi – “Neha baby… Varun yahan mere flat pe hai. Address bhej raha hoon. Jaldi aa ja. Dono tera wait kar rahe hain. Aur haan… jo pehenna hai pehen lena, hum jaante hain tujhe kya pasand hai.” Neha ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne sirf “Okay… main aa rahi hoon” bola aur call cut kar diya. Message aaya – ek fancy apartment ka address, Andheri mein, 7th floor. Neha ne purse uthaya, Sahil ko jhoothi smile di, “Main 2-3 ghante mein aa jaungi jaan,” aur ghar se nikal gayi.

Taxi mein baithte hi uski taange thodi si kaanp rahi thi. Window se bahar dekhte hue soch rahi thi – “Yeh sahi hai kya? Dono saath mein… jaise tent mein tha. Varun ka dominant style, Kartik ka rough hiker wala way. Pehle baat karungi, complications discuss karungi… phir jo hoga dekha jayega.” Lekin andar se woh jaanti thi ki baat karne se pehle hi unke haath uske body pe honge. Uski chut ab poori geeli thi, dress ke neeche panty mein wetness feel ho rahi thi. Boobs heavy ho ke hil rahe the har bump pe. “Sahil ko pata chala toh kya hoga? Lekin woh toh khud hi chahta tha na… mujhe aise dekhna. Ab main unke beech fas chuki hoon – dono fathers, dono lund, aur mera pregnant body unke liye tayyar.”

Taxi apartment ke neeche rukki. Neha ne lift li, 7th floor pe pahunchi. Corridor mein khadi hokar ek deep breath li. Usne apne dress ko thoda adjust kiya – cleavage aur zyada dikhe, belly ko haath se sehlaya. Door ke saamne khadi thi, haath utha ke bell bajane wali thi jab…

Door khula. Varun khada tha – wohi confident smile, white t-shirt mein uska muscular body, aur aankhon mein wohi hunger jo Neha ko hamesha paagal kar deta tha.




Main Sahil, apne drawing room mein baitha tha lekin dil aur lund dono bahar the. Neha jab ghar se nikal gayi thi uski woh pink salwar suit ki jagah ab black maternity dress mein – woh tight dress jo uske pregnant belly ko perfectly hug karta tha aur boobs ko itna ubhar ke dikha raha tha ki main door tak uske cleavage ko dekh sakta tha. “Jaan, jaldi aana,” maine muskurate hue kaha tha, lekin andar se jaanta tha ki yeh koi normal shopping nahi hai. Clinic ke twins reveal ke baad se Neha ka phone aur uski aankhein kuch alag bol rahi thi. Main ne 10 minute wait kiya, phir apni bike uthayi aur uske taxi ke peeche nikal pada. Traffic mein thoda door-door reh ke follow kiya. Andheri ke us fancy apartment building ke neeche uski taxi ruki. Neha utri, lift mein gayi. Main ne jaldi se paas wali building mein ghus gaya – ek under-construction wali society jo bilkul saamne thi, 6th floor pe ek khali flat jiska window khula hua tha. Main ne apne bag se binoculars nikale (haan, maine yeh sab pehle se soch ke rakh liya tha, voyeur husband ka hisaab). Window khula tha apartment ka bhi – 7th floor, curtains halke se hile hue. Perfect view.

Neha door ke saamne khadi thi. Uske haath thode kaanp rahe the. Dress ke neeche uski pregnant belly thodi ubhar rahi thi, boobs heavy aur tight, nipples fabric se thode poke kar rahe the. Uski taange thodi si close thi jaise chut ke wetness ko chhupa rahi ho. Main binoculars se zoom kiya – uska chehra red tha, guilt aur excitement ka mix.

Door khula.

Varun khada tha – white t-shirt mein uska muscular chest, gym wala body, aur wohi smirky smile. “Aayi finally… mera pregnant randi,” usne halke se kaha aur turant Neha ka haath pakad ke andar khinch liya. Neha ki saans ruk gayi. “Varun… wait… main sirf baat karne aayi hoon,” usne dheere se bola, lekin Varun ne door band kar diya aur apna ek haath uske shoulder pe rakh diya – heavy, possessive grip. Uske fingers Neha ki soft skin pe dab gaye, dress ke strap ko thoda side kiya.

Neha ne peeche hatne ki koshish ki. “Sun lo na… main pregnant hoon. Twins. Ek tumhara, ek Kartik ka. Complications ho sakte hain medical mein. Isliye main chahti thi ki dono fathers saath ho… baat kar lein properly. Please… abhi yeh sab mat shuru karo. Sirf listen to me.”

Lekin uske words khatam hone se pehle hi room ke andar se Kartik aa gaya – dusky hiker body, tight vest mein, Manali wala wohi rough look. “Arre Neha… kitni hot lag rahi hai pregnant ho ke,” usne hasste hue bola aur sofa pe baith gaya, legs spread karke.

Neha ki aankhein phail gayi. “Kartik bhi? Varun please… main yahan sirf discuss karne aayi thi. Sahil ko fool kar rahi hoon main… yeh galat hai. Bacchon ke liye bhi sochna padega. Bas ek baar sun lo na…”

Varun ne uske words ko ignore kar diya. Uska haath shoulder se Neha ki kamar pe slide hua, pregnant belly ko halke se touch kiya aur phir ek jhatke se usko apne seene se chipka liya. “Baad mein baat karenge… pehle mujhe relax toh kar de,” usne husky voice mein kaha aur Neha ke lips pe apne lips jod diye.

Woh kiss… bahut hard tha. Varun ne Neha ke lower lip ko apne lips mein pakad ke zor-zor se chusa, phir upper lip ko suck kiya jaise koi ripe fruit ho. Neha ne pehle push kiya – uske haath Varun ke chest pe the, “Mmm… nahi… Varun stop…” lekin Varun ne uske muh ko apne muh mein lock kar liya. Uski tongue Neha ke lips ke beech ghusi, uske teeth se takrati hui, phir andar deep jaake uski tongue ko lapet liya. Wet smooching sounds pura room bhar gaye – *chuuup… chuuup… slurrrp*. Neha ki saans phool rahi thi, uske boobs Varun ke seene se ragad rahe the, nipples hard ho ke fabric ke through feel ho rahe the. Varun ne ek haath Neha ki gaand pe rakh diya aur zor se dabaya, dress ko upar utha ke uski lace panty pe haath ferne laga. Dusra haath uske pregnant belly pe tha, halke se sehlata hua.



Neha thodi der tak resist karti rahi – uske haath Varun ko dhakel rahe the, lekin dheere-dheere uski body betray kar gayi. Pregnancy hormones ne usko itna sensitive bana diya tha ki kiss ke saath hi uski chut mein garmi fail gayi. Uski taange thodi si lapak gayi, aur woh resist karna chhod ke Varun ke lips ko respond karne lagi. Ab woh khud uski tongue chus rahi thi, *mmmph… ahhh* halke moans nikal rahe the uske muh se. Saliva dono ke lips pe mix ho rahi thi, kiss itna deep aur messy tha ki Neha ke chin pe thoda saliva tapak raha tha.

Varun ne kiss todte hue uske lips ko ek last chumma diya aur muskuraya. “Dekha? Ab relax ho gaya na mera mood. Pehle yeh sab kar lete hain… phir baat karenge teri complications ki.”

Neha saans chhodte hue boli, aankhein band kiye hue, “Please Varun… listen to me… main Sahil ko fool kar rahi hoon har roz. Yeh guilt mujhe kha raha hai. Bacche dono ke hain… humein responsible hona chahiye… abhi yeh mat karo na…”

Lekin Varun ka mood bilkul nahi tha sunne ka. Uska haath ab Neha ke boobs pe tha – dress ke upar se heavy milky boobs ko squeeze kar raha tha, nipples ko thumb se ragad raha tha. Neha ki saans tez ho gayi, “Ahh… Varun… nahi… please…”

Kartik sofa se hasste hue bola, apna lund already pant pe ubhar raha tha, “Tu pehle enjoy kar le Varun bhai… main baad mein join karunga. Pregnant Neha ko dekh ke mera bhi lund khada ho raha hai, lekin pehle tu hi khatam kar apna.”

Neha ne Kartik ki taraf dekha, phir Varun ki taraf – uski aankhon mein guilt ke aansu aur desire ka mix tha. “Sahil… mujhe maaf kar dena,” usne apne man mein socha, lekin uski body already Varun ke haathon mein lapak chuki thi.

Main binoculars se pura scene dekh raha tha – open window se awaaze bhi halke-halke aa rahe the. Mera lund pant mein poora khada, haath automatically uspe chala gaya. Neha… meri sanskari wife… ab dono real fathers ke saamne phir se ready hone wali thi.


Main Sahil, binoculars ko aur tight pakad ke window se zoom kiya. Apartment ka window poora khula tha, curtains side pe hain, aur andar ka scene crystal clear dikhai de raha tha. Neha abhi bhi Varun ke seene se chipki hui thi, uska heavy kiss abhi-abhi khatam hua tha. Uski lips swollen aur red ho gayi thi, chin pe thoda saliva chamak raha tha. Pregnant belly uske aur Varun ke beech dab rahi thi. Mera lund pant ke andar poora khada tha – yeh dekh ke ki meri sanskari wife ab dono real fathers ke saamne phir se melt hone wali hai.

Varun ne Neha ko zor se kiss ke baad uske kaan mein husky awaaz mein bola, “Ab baat baad mein… pehle tu mujhe relax kar de randi.” Usne Neha ka haath pakda aur usko drawing room ke bade soft sofa ki taraf le gaya. Neha ki taange thodi si kaanp rahi thi, lekin woh chal padi. Sofa pe pahunchte hi Varun ne usko dhakka deke baitha diya – Neha ki gaand cushion pe giri aur uska pregnant pet thoda upar uth gaya. Dress ka fabric uske thighs pe tight pad raha tha.

“Varun… please… sun toh lo,” Neha ne dheere se bola, aankhein badi-badi kiye hue, lekin Varun ne uski baat ko ignore kar diya. Uska haath Neha ke shoulder pe tha, phir dheere-dheere dress ke strap ko side kiya. “Dekh toh sahi… pregnancy ne tujhe kitni juicy bana diya hai,” usne muskurate hue kaha aur Neha ki aankhon mein dekhte hue dress ke upar wale buttons kholne laga – ek… do… teen… dheere-dheere.

Pehla button khulte hi Neha ke deep cleavage aur zyada dikhai diya. Uski heavy milky boobs ab bilkul free the andar – koi bra nahi. Dusra button khula toh dress ka front poora khul gaya. Varun ne dress ko shoulders se neeche khinch diya. Neha ki dono taraf ki soft, swollen boobs bahar aa gaye – bade, heavy, thode blue veins wale, nipples dark pink aur already hard ho chuke the. Pregnancy ne unko itna sensitive bana diya tha ki hawa lagte hi Neha ki saans phool gayi.

“Varun… nahi… main pregnant hoon… yeh galat hai… Sahil…” Neha ne try kiya push karne ka, haath Varun ke chest pe rakh ke, lekin uski awaaz mein already halki si larz thi.

Varun ne dress ko aur neeche khinch diya – ab woh Neha ki kamar tak utar chuka tha. Uski pregnant belly poori nangi thi – smooth, thodi ubhari hui, twins ki wajah se glow kar rahi thi. Varun ne uspe haath ferte hue dekha, “Fuck… yeh pet… aur yeh boobs… dono mere aur Kartik ke bacchon se bhare hue hain.” Usne Neha ko sofa pe letaya thoda, aur dress ko poora neeche khinch diya – ab sirf thin black lace panty bachi thi. Neha ki smooth thighs, tight gaand aur panty ke upar se uski chut ki shape clearly dikh rahi thi – already wetness ka spot ban chuka tha.

Kartik sofa ke side wale chair pe baitha tha, apna lund pant pe rub karte hue muskuraya, “Bhai, slow kar… pregnant body ko enjoy kar.”

Varun ne Neha ki panty ke elastic pakda aur dheere-dheere neeche khinch diya. Neha ki chut bahar aa gayi – shaved, puffy lips, already geeli aur shiny. Uski clit thodi si ubhari hui thi pregnancy ki wajah se. Varun ne panty ko uski taangon se poora nikaal ke side pe phenk diya. Ab Neha poori nangi thi sofa pe – pregnant belly, heavy boobs, wet chut, sab kuch Varun aur Kartik ke saamne.



Varun ne thoda peeche hata aur usko dekha – aankhein bhari hui. “Kitni hot hai tu ab… sanskari wife se full pregnant slut ban chuki hai.” Usne Neha ke upar jhuk ke pehle uske lips pe phir se deep kiss kiya – wet, smooching, tongue andar tak. Neha ne “Mmmph… nahi…” kaha lekin kiss ke beech hi uski saans tez hone lagi.

Kiss neeche aaya – Varun ne Neha ki neck pe chumma diya, phir collarbone pe, aur seedha uske boobs pe. Usne ek heavy boob ko dono haathon se pakda – soft flesh uske fingers ke beech dab gaya, nipple ko thumb aur forefinger se pinch kiya. Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi, “Ahhh… Varun… dard ho raha hai… please stop… ahh!” lekin uski awaaz mein dard se zyada maza tha.

Varun ne dusre boob ko muh mein le liya. Uska muh poora nipple aur areola pe – zor-zor se chusne laga jaise doodh nikaal raha ho. *Slurrrp… chuuup… mmm* wet sucking sounds pura room bhar gaye. Neha ki taange khud-ba-khud fail gayi. “Varun… nahi… yeh mat karo… Sahil ko pata chalega… ahhh fuck… haan wahi…” Usne try kiya haath se dhakelne ka lekin dheere-dheere uske haath Varun ke sir pe aa gaye aur usko aur andar dabane lage.



Varun ne dono boobs ko alternate chusna shuru kiya – ek ko muh mein, dusre ko haath se squeeze. Nipples ko tongue se lapet-lapet ke chusta, kabhi kabhi halke se bite karta. Neha ke heavy moans ab control se bahar the – “Aahh… Varun… boob mat chuso itna… sensitive hain… oh god… haan… aur zor se…” Uski chut se ek boond geela ras tapak gaya sofa pe. Guilt ke aansu uski aankhon mein the lekin body poori tarah enjoy kar rahi thi. “Sahil… maaf kar dena… main rok nahi paa rahi… yeh maza… yeh guilt… dono saath mein paagal kar rahe hain mujhe.”

Varun ne boobs chuste-chuste ek haath Neha ki chut pe rakh diya – fingers se lips ko sehlate hue clit pe halke circles. Neha ki moans aur tez ho gayi, “Ahh… nahi… andar mat… please… bas baat karne aayi thi main…”

Lekin Varun ne ab khud ko peeche hata diya. Uska lund pant ke andar poora tent bana chuka tha – mota, lamba, veins wala. Usne zip kholi aur apna hard dick bahar nikaal diya – 8 inch ka monster, tip pe already precum chamak raha tha. Usne Neha ke muh ke saamne le jaake haath se hilaya aur bola, husky voice mein:

“Ab yeh le… muh khol aur chus le mera lund. Jaise haveli mein kiya tha… pregnant randi ban ke dikha mujhe.”

Neha ki aankhein lund pe tik gayi – uski lips thode khule, saans tez, guilt aur hunger ka mix chehre pe. Sahil main binoculars se dekh raha tha, haath apne lund pe automatically hilne laga tha. Neha… meri wife… ab phir se unke control mein.

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Main Sahil, binoculars ko aankhon se bilkul chipka ke dekh raha tha. Apartment ka window khula tha, aur andar ka scene itna clear tha ki jaise main wahan khada hoon. Neha sofa pe nangi leti hui thi – pregnant belly thodi ubhari, heavy milky boobs dono taraf spread, nipples dark aur hard, chut ke puffy lips already geele aur chamak rahe the. Varun uske saamne khada tha, apna mota 8-inch lund haath mein pakde hue, tip pe precum ki boond latak rahi thi. Neha ne us lund ko dekha, aankhein badi-badi. Uske chehre pe guilt, sharm aur inevitability ka mix tha. Woh jaanti thi – ab rokne ka koi fayda nahi. Ek baar yeh dono shuru ho gaye toh baat sunenge hi, pehle use chod ke thakenge.

Neha ne dheere se haath uthaya, Varun ke lund ko pakda – garam, throbbing, veins se bhara. “Varun… yeh sab ke baad baat karenge na?” usne halki si awaaz mein poocha, lekin jawab mein Varun ne sirf uske baal pakde aur lund uske muh ke paas kiya. Neha ne aankhein band ki, ek deep breath li aur… gulp.

Poora lund ek hi baar mein muh mein le liya – deep throat tak. Uski gardan thodi si upar uthi, gaal phool gaye. “Ghhhuuuppp…” pehli awaaz nikli jab lund uske gale tak pahuncha. Neha ki aankhein pani se bhar gayi, lekin usne resist nahi kiya. Usne apne lips ko tight kiya aur sucking shuru kar di – dheere-dheere upar neeche, tongue lund ke neeche lapet ke.

*Ghup… ghup… slurrrp… hup… hup…*


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Wet, messy sounds pura room bharne lage. Neha ab expert ban chuki thi – haveli wale din se seekh gayi thi. Woh lund ko muh se nikaalti, tip ko tongue se chat-ti, phir phir se andar le leti, gale tak. Kabhi kabhi uske muh se “mmmph… mmm” ki awaaze nikal rahi thi. Varun ke haath uske baal mein the, halke-halke thrust de raha tha. “Fuck… kitni achhi chusti hai tu ab… pregnant ho ke bhi randi ban gayi,” Varun moan karta hua bola.

Neha shuru mein sirf “karna pad raha hai” wali feeling se chus rahi thi, lekin dheere-dheere uski body enjoy karne lagi. Pregnancy ne usko itna horny bana diya tha ki lund chuste hi uski chut se aur geela ras nikalne laga. Uski taange sofa pe fail gayi, ek haath apne pregnant belly pe tha, dusra Varun ke thighs pe. Ab woh khud se zyada deep le rahi thi – *ghuuup… gluck… slurrrp* – saliva uske chin pe tapak rahi thi, lips swollen. Uski aankhon mein ab guilt ke saath maza bhi tha. “Yeh galat hai… Sahil ko fool kar rahi hoon… lekin yeh lund… yeh maza… rok nahi paa rahi,” usne man mein socha aur sucking aur tez kar di.

Varun ne thodi der baad lund bahar nikala – poora wet, Neha ke saliva se chamak raha tha. Usne Neha ko sofa pe letaya, uski taange faila di. Ab uski panty already side pe thi lekin Varun ne use poora neeche khinch ke side fenk diya. Neha ki chut bilkul nangi – puffy, pinkish-brown, lips geele aur slightly open, clit ubhari hui. Varun ne jhuk ke uski chut ko close se dekha, phir naak se andar tak smell kiya – deep breath.


“Mmm… pregnant chut ka smell alag hi hai… kitni sweet aur horny,” usne kaha aur ek ungli se lips ko sehlaaya. Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi, “Ahhh… Varun… touch mat karo… sensitive hai… please…” lekin uski awaaz mein stop karne wali feeling nahi thi.



Varun ne fingers se chut ke lips ko failaya, clit pe halke circles banaye. Neha ke moans heavy hone lage – “Aahh… nahi… oh god… haan wahi… finger mat andar… ahhh fuck!” Uski taange kaanp rahi thi, pregnant belly upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Varun ne ek ungli andar daali – geela, tight, pregnant chut ne usko turant lapet liya. Dheere-dheere andar-bahar, phir do ungliyan. Neha ab control kho chuki thi – “Varun… zor se… nahi… haan… aur zor se mat… ahhhhh!”

Phir Varun ne muh jhukaya. Usne Neha ki chut pe ek deep kiss kiya – lips ko apne lips mein pakad ke chusa, tongue andar ghusa di. *Slurrrp… chuuup… mmm* wet licking sounds. Tongue clit pe lapet-ta, andar chut ke walls ko chaat-ta. Neha ki taange Varun ke sir pe aa gayi, usko aur andar dabane lagi. “Ahh… Varun… chut mat chato itna… main paagal ho jaungi… oh fuck… haan… aur andar… Sahil maaf kar… main enjoy kar rahi hoon… ahhhhh!”

Tab Kartik ab control nahi rakh saka. Woh chair se utha, apna lund pant se bahar nikaal ke haath mein pakda aur sofa pe Neha ke upar aa gaya. Usne Neha ke lips pe apne lips jod diye – deep, passionate kiss. Ek haath Neha ke left boob pe – heavy milky flesh ko squeeze karta, nipple ko pinch karta. Neha “Mmmphhh…” ki awaaz muh mein daba ke respond karne lagi.

Ek taraf Varun Neha ki chut ko zor-zor se chaat raha tha – tongue andar-bahar, clit suck karta, wet sounds *slurrrp… chup chup*. Dusri taraf Kartik Neha ke muh ko chus raha tha, tongue uske muh mein ghuma raha, saliva exchange. Uska dusra haath right boob pe – dono boobs ab dono mardon ke haathon mein the. Squeeze, knead, nipples pinch aur twist. Neha ke heavy moans ab dono taraf se aa rahe the – “Mmmph… ahhh… nahi… haan… boobs mat dabao itna… chut… oh god… dono saath mein… main mar jaungi… ahhhhh!”



Neha ki body poori tarah lapak chuki thi. Pregnant belly upar-neeche, taange faili, boobs dono haathon mein dab rahe, chut Varun ki tongue se geeli, muh Kartik ke kiss se bhara. Guilt abhi bhi thi – “Sahil… main tumhari sanskari wife thi… ab yeh… dono ke beech… lekin maza itna hai ki rok nahi paa rahi” – lekin enjoyment uspe havi ho chuka tha. Uski chut se ras tapak raha tha Varun ke muh pe.

Main binoculars se sab dekh raha tha, haath apne lund pe tez-tez hilata hua. Meri wife… ab poori tarah unke saath.


Main Sahil, paas wali building ke khali flat mein khada tha, binoculars aankhon pe chipke hue. Scene itna clear tha ki jaise main wahan sofa ke paas khada hoon. Neha abhi bhi sofa pe leti hui thi – bilkul nangi, pregnant belly glow kar rahi thi, heavy milky boobs dono taraf spread, nipples dark aur khade, chut geeli aur Varun ki tongue se chamak rahi thi. Kartik uske upar jhuka hua tha, uske lips ko chus raha tha aur dono haathon se uske boobs ko squeeze kar raha tha. Varun abhi bhi Neha ki chut chaat raha tha, tongue andar-bahar karte hue wet *slurrrp… chup chup* awaaze nikaal raha tha.

Kartik ne kiss todte hue apna lund haath mein pakda – dusky, thick, 7-inch ka, tip pe precum chamak raha tha. Usne Neha ke muh ke bilkul paas le jaake bola, husky voice mein, “Ab mera bhi le le baby… jaise pehle karti thi Manali mein.”

Neha ki aankhein khuli. Uski saans tez thi, lips already swollen Varun ke kiss aur chut chaatne se. Usne Kartik ke lund ko dekha, ek pal hesitation hui – “Kartik… yeh sab… baat toh kar leni chahiye…” lekin uski body ne already haar maan li thi. Woh jaanti thi ki ab rokne ka koi matlab nahi. Usne muh khola aur Kartik ka lund andar le liya – dheere se, phir ek gulp mein thoda deep.

*Ghuppp…*



Kartik ne khushi se saans chhodi, “Ahhh fuck… kitni garam muh hai tera pregnant ho ke bhi.” Neha ne sucking shuru kar di – upar neeche, lips tight kiye hue, tongue lund ke neeche lapet ke. *Ghup… ghup… slurrrp… hup hup* wet sucking sounds shuru ho gaye. Neha ab enjoy kar rahi thi – uski aankhein band, cheeks hollow, kabhi kabhi lund ko gale tak le jaati aur thoda gag karti. Saliva uske chin pe tapak rahi thi, mixing with Kartik ke precum.

Tab Varun ne apna muh Neha ki chut se uthaya. Uski lips geele the Neha ke ras se. Usne apna mota 8-inch lund haath mein pakda, tip ko Neha ki puffy chut lips pe ragda. “Dekh… teri chut kitni geeli ho chuki hai… dono bacchon ke fathers ke liye khud-ba-khud khul rahi hai,” usne muskurate hue kaha. Neha ne muh mein Kartik ka lund chuste hue sirf “Mmmphhh…” ki awaaz nikaali, uski taange thodi si fail gayi jaise invitation de rahi ho.

Varun ne lund ka supada Neha ki chut ke entrance pe rakha aur dheere se dhakka diya. Inch by inch andar ghusne laga – pregnant chut tight thi lekin bahut geeli, isliye aasani se slide ho gaya. “Aaaahhhhh…!” Neha ke muh se zor ki moan nikli, lekin Kartik ka lund muh mein hone ki wajah se yeh “Mmmmmaaaahhhphhh…” ban gaya. Uski peeth sofa pe arch ho gayi, pregnant belly upar uthi.

Varun ne poora lund andar pel diya – balls tak. “Fuck… kitni tight aur garam hai teri chut ab… pregnancy ne aur bhi juicy bana diya,” usne moan kiya aur dheere-dheere thrust shuru kar diya. Har thrust ke saath Neha ki chut se *chup… chup… ploch… ploch* wet fucking sounds aa rahe the. Varun ke haath Neha ke thighs pe the, usko thoda aur faila raha tha taaki gehraai tak ja sake.


Neha ab poori tarah dono mardon ke beech thi. Uska muh Kartik ke lund se bhara hua tha – woh zor-zor se chus rahi thi, *ghup ghup ghup* ki awaaze, kabhi kabhi lund ko bahar nikaal ke tip ko tongue se chat-ti aur phir andar le leti. Uski aankhein pani se bhar gayi thi maza se, lekin moans ab control se bahar the. Har baar jab Varun ka lund andar jaata, Neha ke muh se “Mmmph… ahhh… mmmphhh!” ki muffled moans nikal rahi thi. Uski taange Varun ke kamar pe lapetne lagi, pregnant belly har thrust ke saath hil rahi thi.

“Kitni achhi lag rahi hai tu… meri pregnant randi,” Varun ne saans chhodte hue kaha aur speed badha di. Ab woh medium-hard thrusts de raha tha – lund poora bahar nikaal ke phir se andar tak pel deta. Har baar Neha ki chut lips lund ke saath bahar aa jaati, phir andar chali jaati. “Ahhh… teri chut mera lund choos rahi hai… dekho Kartik, kitni greedy ban gayi hai yeh.”

Kartik Neha ke muh mein lund pelte hue hassta hua bola, “Haan bhai… muh bhi bahut achha chus rahi hai. Gale tak le rahi hai… pregnant ho ke bhi professional randi ban gayi.” Usne ek haath Neha ke baal pakde aur halke thrusts diye muh mein, dusre haath se uske left boob ko squeeze kiya. Nipple ko pinch karta, “Yeh boobs… doodh se bhare hue lag rahe hain… chusne ka mann kar raha hai.”

Neha ke moans ab aur tez aur messy ho gaye. Muh mein lund hone ke bawajood bhi uske “Mmmph… ahhh… fuck… haan… aur zor se… mmmphhh!” ki awaaze nikal rahi thi. Uski body har thrust ke saath hil rahi thi – boobs bounce kar rahe the, pregnant belly upar-neeche, chut Varun ke lund se geeli awaaze nikaal rahi thi *ploch ploch ploch*. Woh ab khud enjoy kar rahi thi – guilt abhi bhi thi lekin maza uspe havi tha. “Sahil… maaf kar… lekin yeh dono… yeh lund… mujhe paagal kar rahe hain… ahhh… aur gehra… haan wahi spot pe…”



Varun ne thrust aur strong kiye, har baar balls Neha ki gaand se takra rahe the. “Teri chut kitni wet hai… mera aur Kartik ka cum andar hi andar mix ho raha hoga… dono bacchon ke fathers ek saath chod rahe hain tujhe.” Usne ek haath Neha ke clit pe rakh diya aur rub karne laga jabki lund andar-bahar ho raha tha.

Kartik bhi maze le raha tha – Neha ke muh mein lund pelte hue, kabhi kabhi bahar nikaal ke uske lips pe rub karta, phir phir se andar. “Chus aur zor se baby… haan aise… teri tongue kitni soft hai… ahhh fuck.”

Dono mardon ki awaaze bhi aa rahi thi – Varun: “Fuck… tight pregnant pussy… mera lund andar tak ja raha hai…” Kartik: “Mera bhi… muh garam hai jaise chut… pregnant randi best hai.”

Neha ki body poori tarah unke control mein thi. Uski taange faili hui, ek haath apne pregnant belly pe, dusra Kartik ke thigh pe. Har thrust aur suck ke saath uske moans badh rahe the – muffled lekin heavy aur desperate. “Mmmph… ahhh… nahi… haan… dono saath… mujhe chod rahe ho… ahhh… aur zor se Varun… Kartik… mmmphhh!”

Main binoculars se sab dekh raha tha – meri sanskari wife ab dono ke beech sandwiched, ek lund muh mein, dusra chut mein, pregnant body hilta hua, moans se bhara room. Mera haath apne lund pe tez ho gaya tha. Abhi climax nahi hua tha… lekin yeh sirf shuruaat thi.

Main Sahil, binoculars se aankh lagaaye hue tha. Apartment ke andar ka scene ab aur bhi wild ho chuka tha. Neha sofa pe leti hui thi – pregnant belly upar-neeche ho rahi thi, heavy milky boobs bounce kar rahe the, chut Varun ke mota lund se geeli-chamak rahi thi aur muh Kartik ke lund se bhara hua tha. Har thrust ke saath uske muffled moans pura room bhar rahe the – “Mmmph… ahhh… mmmphhh!” Uski taange Varun ke kamar pe lapet rakhi thi, ek haath apne pet pe, dusra Kartik ke thigh pe.

Varun aur Kartik ne ek dusre ki taraf dekha. Dono ke chehre pe wohi satisfied, dominant smirk tha. Varun ne apna lund Neha ki chut se dheere se bahar nikala – poora wet, Neha ke ras aur uske precum se chamak raha tha. Neha ke muh se ek halki si “Ahhh…” ki awaaz nikli jab lund chut se nikaala. Kartik ne bhi apna lund Neha ke muh se bahar kiya – Neha ki lips se ek lambi saliva ki lad ki lagi hui thi.

Dono mardon ne ek dusre ko dekha, muskuraye aur high-five maara – *pak!* ki awaaz hui. “Bhai, ab teri baari chut ki,” Varun ne hasste hue bola. Kartik ne reply kiya, “Haan, aur tu is pregnant randi ke muh ko aur gehra chod. Dekhte hain kitna swallow karti hai aaj.”

Neha ki aankhein khuli. Woh saans le rahi thi, lips swollen, chin pe saliva aur precum ka mix. “Varun… Kartik… ab baat toh kar lo na… please… yeh sab ke baad…” usne dheere se bola, lekin uski awaaz mein abhi bhi woh desperation thi jo rukna nahi chahti thi. Pregnancy hormones ne usko itna horny bana diya tha ki uski chut ab khud-ba-khud spasming kar rahi thi, geela ras thighs pe tapak raha tha.

Dono ne position swap kar liya. Varun sofa ke side pe aa gaya, jahan Kartik baitha tha. Usne Neha ke baal pakde aur usko thoda upar kiya – ab Neha ka sir sofa ke edge pe tha, muh perfect angle pe. Kartik ne Neha ki taange failayi aur uske beech baith gaya. Uska thick dusky lund ab Neha ki wet chut ke entrance pe tha.

“Ready ho ja baby,” Kartik ne kaha aur apna lund Neha ki chut pe ragda. Neha ki chut lips ne turant usko welcome kiya – geela aur garam. Kartik ne ek zor ka dhakka diya aur poora lund andar pel diya. “Aaaahhhhh fuck…!” Neha ki zor ki moan nikli, pregnant belly hil gayi. Kartik ka lund thoda chhota tha Varun se lekin thicker, isliye chut ko stretch kar raha tha alag feel de raha tha.

Kartik ne dheere-dheere thrusting shuru kar diya – *ploch… ploch… chup chup* wet sounds shuru. Har thrust ke saath Neha ki chut lips bahar aa jaati, phir andar chali jaati. “Kitni tight pregnant pussy hai teri… Manali mein bhi aisi hi thi… ab bacchon se bhari hui bhi aur mazedaar,” Kartik moan karta hua bola aur speed badha di.



Saath hi Varun ne Neha ke muh mein apna mota lund daal diya. Ab Neha ka muh Varun ke bade lund se bhara hua tha. “Ghhuuuppp…” deep throat sound aaya jab Varun ne seedha gale tak pel diya. Neha ki aankhein pani se bhar gayi, lekin usne resist nahi kiya. Uski tongue lund ke neeche lapet gayi aur sucking shuru ho gayi – *ghup… ghup… slurrrp… hup hup*. Ab woh dono lund ko ek saath handle kar rahi thi – muh mein Varun ka mota, chut mein Kartik ka thick.

Neha ke moans ab aur bhi muffled aur desperate the – “Mmmphhh… ahhh… mmmph… fuck… haan…” Har baar jab Kartik ka lund chut mein gehra jaata, Neha ke muh se Varun ka lund thoda bahar nikal jaata aur phir andar chala jaata. Uski body poori tarah hil rahi thi – boobs bounce kar rahe the, pregnant belly upar-neeche, taange Kartik ke kamar pe lapet hui.

Varun Neha ke muh mein thrust karte hue bola, “Dekh Kartik… kitni achhi pregnant slut ban gayi hai yeh. Muh mein mera lund gale tak le rahi hai, chut mein tera lund choos rahi hai. Sahil ko pata hota toh kya kehta?” Dono hasse.

Kartik Neha ki chut mein zor-zor se pelte hue reply kiya, “Haan bhai… yeh toh ab hamari common randi hai. Dono bacchon ke fathers ek saath use chod rahe hain. Teri chut kitni wet hai Neha… mera lund andar tak slide ho raha hai bina rukawat ke.”

Neha ab poori tarah enjoy mode mein aa chuki thi. Guilt abhi bhi uske dil mein thi – “Sahil… main tumhari sanskari patni thi… ab yeh dono… mera muh aur chut dono bhar rahe hain… lekin yeh maza… ahhh… rok nahi paa rahi” – lekin uski body khud respond kar rahi thi. Uski taange Kartik ko aur andar khinch rahi thi, muh Varun ke lund ko zor se chus raha tha. *Ghup ghup ghup… ploch ploch ploch* dono taraf se wet sounds mil rahe the.

Varun ne ek haath Neha ke heavy boob pe rakh diya aur squeeze kiya, nipple ko pinch karta hua. Kartik ne dusre boob ko pakad liya aur knead karne laga. Dono mardon ke haath Neha ke sensitive pregnant boobs pe the – squeeze, rub, pinch. Neha ke muffled moans aur tez ho gaye – “Mmmph… ahhhh… boobs… nahi… haan… aur zor se… mmmphhh!”

Kartik thrust aur hard kar raha tha – har baar balls Neha ki gaand se takra rahe the. “Ahhh… teri chut mera lund massage kar rahi hai… pregnant hone se aur tight ho gayi hai kya?” Varun bhi muh mein deep thrusts de raha tha, “Gale tak le… haan aise… teri throat kitni garam hai randi…”

Neha ki body kaanp rahi thi. Uski chut Kartik ke lund ke around spasming kar rahi thi, muh Varun ke lund ko choos rahi thi jaise jaan nikaal legi. Dono mardon ki awaaze bhi badh rahi thi – Varun: “Fuck… best blowjob ever… pregnant muh best hai.” Kartik: “Chut bhi top class… andar tak geeli aur hot.”

Dono ne phir se ek dusre ko dekha aur hasse, jaise plan bana rahe hon. Neha ab unke beech sandwiched thi – muh mein ek lund, chut mein dusra, boobs dono haathon mein, pregnant body hilta hua, moans se bhara hua.

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Main Sahil, binoculars se bilkul chipke hue dekh raha tha. Apartment ke andar ka mahaul ab poora garam ho chuka tha. Neha sofa pe leti hui thi – uska pregnant belly hil raha tha, heavy milky boobs bounce kar rahe the, chut Kartik ke thick lund se geeli-chamak rahi thi aur muh Varun ke mota lund se bhara hua tha. *Ghup ghup… ploch ploch* ki awaaze dono taraf se aa rahi thi. Neha ke muffled moans ab control se bahar the – “Mmmphhh… ahhh… mmmph… haan…”

Neha ka dimag ab bilkul band ho chuka tha. Pehle guilt ke thoughts aa rahe the – Sahil, bacche, sanskari patni… lekin ab sab bhool gayi thi. Pregnancy hormones, dono mardon ke lund aur uski sensitive body ne usko poori tarah randi bana diya tha. Ab woh sirf enjoy kar rahi thi. Uski taange khud-ba-khud fail rahi thi, chut Kartik ke lund ko andar khinch rahi thi aur muh Varun ke lund ko zor se chus rahi thi. “Bas maza… aur maza… aur kuch nahi,” usne man mein socha aur aankhein band kar li.

Varun aur Kartik ne phir se ek dusre ko dekha. Dono ke chehre pe wohi hungry smile thi. Varun ne apna lund Neha ke muh se bahar nikala – poora wet aur chamak raha tha. Kartik ne bhi apna lund Neha ki chut se dheere se bahar kiya. Neha ki chut khuli reh gayi, geela ras tapak raha tha.

“Ab time aa gaya bhai,” Varun ne bola aur high-five maara. “Double penetration. Pregnant randi ko dono holes mein bhar dete hain.”

Dono ne Neha ko sofa pe properly letaya. Varun ne pehle neeche let gaya – uska mota 8-inch lund seedha upar khada tha, veins se bhara, tip geela. Usne Neha ko apne upar uthaya. Neha ki taange uske dono taraf fail gayi. Varun ne apna lund pakda aur Neha ki wet chut pe set kiya. “Baith ja randi… apni chut mein le mera lund.”

Neha ne aankhein kholi, ek pal hesitation hui lekin phir usne khud ko neeche kiya. Varun ka mota lund inch by inch uski chut mein ghus gaya. “Oooohhhhh… fuck… bahut mota hai… ahhhhh!” Neha ke muh se zor ki growl nikli. Uski pregnant belly Varun ke pet se ragad rahi thi. Poora lund andar tak chala gaya, balls tak. Neha ki chut ne usko tight lapet liya. “Ahhh… Varun… gehra ja raha hai… haan…”



Varun ne Neha ki kamar pakdi aur halke thrusts shuru kar diye – upar se Neha ko upar-neeche kar raha tha. *Ploch… ploch… chup chup* chut ke wet sounds shuru ho gaye. Neha ke boobs Varun ke muh ke paas the, woh kabhi kabhi nipple chus leta.

Ab Kartik Neha ke peeche aa gaya. Usne Neha ki gaand ke cheeks failaye. Neha ki tight ass hole Manali ke DP ke baad se thodi loose ho chuki thi lekin abhi bhi tight thi. Kartik ne apne lund pe thuk lagaaya (Neha ki chut ke ras se bhi geela tha) aur tip ko ass hole pe rakha.

Neha ne peeche mud ke dekha. “Kartik… dheere… pregnant hoon main… ahhh… Manali ke baad phir se… haan… lekin dheere daal na…” Usne jaan bujh ke bola lekin andar se excitement thi. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh stretch hone wala hai aur usko maza aayega.

Kartik ne dheere se dhakka diya. Uska thick lund Neha ki ass mein inch by inch ghusne laga. Neha ki aankhein band ho gayi, muh khula, “Oooohhh… fuck… stretch ho rahi hai… ahhhhh… dheere Kartik… bahut tight hai… haaan… aur andar…”

Kartik ne ruk ke dheere-dheere aur gehra dhakka diya. Poora lund Neha ki gaand mein chala gaya. Ab Neha dono holes mein bhar chuki thi – chut mein Varun ka mota lund, gaand mein Kartik ka thick lund. Dono mardon ke beech sandwiched, pregnant belly dono ke beech dab rahi thi.

“Fuck… dono holes tight aur garam hain,” Varun ne moan kiya aur neeche se thrust karne laga.



Kartik ne bhi peeche se rhythm pakda. Dono ab ek saath move karne lage – Varun upar se, Kartik peeche se. *Ploch ploch… thap thap thap* heavy deep fucking sounds shuru ho gaye. Har thrust ke saath Neha ki body hil rahi thi – boobs zor-zor se bounce kar rahe the, pregnant belly upar-neeche, taange kaanp rahi thi.

Neha ab poori tarah bhool gayi thi sab kuch. Guilt, Sahil, bacche – sab bhool. Woh ab sirf randi ban chuki thi. “Ahhhhh… fuck… dono saath… bahut gehra… haan… aur zor se… chod do mujhe… ahhh… Varun… Kartik… aur tez… mera chut aur gaand dono bhar do!” uske muh se zor-zor ki moans nikal rahi thi. Uski awaaz ab bilkul wild thi – “Oooohhh… stretch ho rahi hai… haan… Manali jaisa… lekin aur better… fuck me hard… main tumhari randi hoon aaj!”

Dono mardon ki enjoyment ki had nahi thi. Varun neeche se bol raha tha, “Teri pregnant chut mera lund choos rahi hai… kitni wet aur tight… ahhh fuck!” Kartik peeche se, “Gaand bhi bahut mazedaar… tight hole pregnant randi ki… thap thap… le le pura andar!”

Neha ab khud bhi move kar rahi thi – upar-neeche bounce karti hui dono lund ko andar le rahi thi. Uski taange Varun ke kamar pe tight, haath sofa pe support ke liye. Boobs hil rahe the, nipples hard. Har deep thrust ke saath uske muh se “Ahhh… haan… aur gehra… fuck… main paagal ho rahi hoon… chodte raho… randi bana do mujhe!” ki wild moans nikal rahi thi.



Dono mardon ne speed badha di. Room mein sirf thap thap ki awaaze, wet fucking sounds aur Neha ke desperate randi moans bhar gaye the. Neha ki body poori tarah unke control mein thi – pregnant, sensitive, aur ab full enjoy mode mein.


Main Sahil, binoculars ko itna tight pakad rakha tha ki haath kaanp rahe the. Apartment ke andar ka scene ab poora hardcore ho chuka tha. Neha sofa pe Varun ke upar thi – uski pregnant belly Varun ke pet se ragad rahi thi, heavy milky boobs zor-zor se bounce kar rahe the, nipples dark aur khade. Uski chut mein Varun ka mota 8-inch lund gehra andar-bahar ho raha tha aur gaand mein Kartik ka thick lund zor-zor se pel raha tha. Dono mardon ke beech Neha bilkul sandwiched thi, DP mein poori tarah bhar chuki thi.

*Thap thap thap… ploch ploch ploch… thap thap!*

Heavy, wet, flesh-slapping sounds pura room bhar rahe the. Neha ab bilkul randi ban chuki thi. Sab soch, guilt, Sahil – sab bhool gayi thi. Sirf maza tha, sirf lund ka maza. Uski aankhein half-closed, muh khula, saliva lips pe, aur zor-zor ki wild moans nikal rahe the.

“Ahhhhh… fuck… dono saath… bahut gehra… haan… aur zor se pelo… chod do mujhe… main tumhari pregnant randi hoon aaj!” 



Varun neeche se uski kamar pakad ke zor-zor se upar dhakke de raha tha. Har thrust ke saath uska mota lund Neha ki chut ke andar tak pahunch raha tha, clit ko ragadta hua. “Haha… dekho Kartik, yeh sanskari wife ab kitni bhookhi ho gayi hai. Pregnant ho ke bhi randi jaisi chillaa rahi hai!” Varun hasste hue bola, saans phooli hui.

Kartik peeche se gaand mein zor se pel raha tha, dono haathon se Neha ki gaand ke cheeks pakad ke failaye hue. “Haan bhai… teri gaand kitni tight hai abhi bhi… le le pura… thap thap… ahhh fuck… pregnant ass bhi first class hai!” Kartik bhi has raha tha, maza lete hue speed badhata ja raha tha.

Dono mardon ne rhythm perfect kar liya tha – ek andar, dusra bahar, phir dono saath mein gehra dhakka. Neha ki body hil rahi thi jaise koi toy ho. Uski heavy boobs upar-neeche zor se bounce kar rahe the, pregnant belly dab rahi thi, taange kaanp rahi thi.

Pehla orgasm jhatke se aaya.

“Ahhhhhh… fuck… aa raha hai… nahi… haaan… main aa rahi hoon… OHHHHHHH!” 

Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi, chut Varun ke lund ke around spasming karne lagi, gaand Kartik ke lund ko tight pakad li. Uski taange straight ho gayi, pura body kaanp raha tha. Chut se geela ras Varun ke lund pe tapakne laga. Neha ki aankhein upar chadh gayi, muh se lambi cheekh nikli – “Cumming… cumming so hard… ahhhhh!”


Dono mardon ne hasste hue aur tez pelna shuru kar diya. “Haha… pehla orgasm aa gaya iski… pregnant chut kitni sensitive hai!” Varun bola. Kartik ne gaand mein aur gehra dhakka maara, “Le aur… aur aa ja randi… hum nahi rukne wale!”

Neha ko saans lene ka time nahi mila. Dono lund ab bhi zor-zor se andar-bahar ho rahe the. Dusra orgasm jaldi hi aa gaya – is baar aur strong.

“Varun… Kartik… phir se… ahhh… bahut gehra… haan wahi… OHHHH FUCK… main phir aa rahi hoon… aaaahhhhhh!”

Neha ka pura body hil gaya. Chut aur gaand dono spasming kar rahe the, doodh jaisa geela ras chut se bahar nikal raha tha. Uski taange Varun ke kamar pe tight lapet gayi, nails Varun ke chest pe gadd gaye. Moans ab bilkul wild aur broken the – “Haan… aur… chodte raho… main tumhari hoon… randi… pregnant randi… ahhhhh!”

Dono has rahe the, maza le rahe the. “Dekh bhai… doosra orgasm… yeh toh machine ban gayi hai!” Kartik bola aur gaand mein speed badha di. Varun ne Neha ke boobs pakad ke squeeze kiya, nipples ko zor se pinch kiya, “Teri boobs bhi hil rahe hain… doodh nikalne wala hai kya randi?”

Teesra orgasm sabse bada tha. Neha ab poori tarah out of control thi. Uski body sweat se chamak rahi thi, baal chehre pe chipke hue, lips swollen.

“Ahhhhh… nahi… phir se… bahut zor se aa raha hai… haan… dono lund… mera chut aur gaand… OHHHHHHHHH… I’M CUMMING AGAIN… FUCK ME… HARDER… AAAAHHHHHH!”

Neha ka pura body ekdum tight ho gaya, phir zor se kaanpne laga. Chut se fountain jaisa geela squirt nikla, Varun ke pet aur lund pe. Gaand Kartik ke lund ko itna tight pakad rahi thi ki woh bhi moan karne laga. Neha ki cheekh pura apartment bhar gayi – lambi, desperate, randi wali.

Ab dono mardon ka bhi time aa gaya tha. Unki saans tez, muscles tight.



Varun neeche se zor-zor se dhakke marte hue bola, “Main aa raha hoon… teri chut mein bhar deta hoon… le le mera cum randi… ahhhh… fuck… here it comes!”

Kartik peeche se gaand mein deep thrust karte hue, “Mera bhi… teri tight ass mein… haan… pregnant randi ko dono taraf se bhar dete hain… ahhh… le!”

Dono ne ek saath heavy climax kiya.

Varun ka mota lund Neha ki chut ke andar gehra jakad gaya aur zor-zor se cum shoot karne laga – garam, thick jets, andar tak. “Take it… mera cum… dono bacchon ke father ka… ahhhhh!”

Kartik ne gaand mein poora lund daal ke apna load chhod diya – garam cum Neha ki ass ke andar bharne laga, overflow ho ke bahar tapakne laga. “Fuck… le le… pura andar… ahhh… best creampie ever!”

Neha dono taraf se bhar chuki thi – chut mein Varun ka cum, gaand mein Kartik ka cum. Uski body abhi bhi kaanp rahi thi, teesre orgasm ke aftershocks mein. Woh thak kar Varun ke seene pe gir gayi, saans phooli hui, pregnant belly dono ke beech dab rahi thi. Uski chut aur gaand dono se cum mix ho ke bahar tapak raha tha.



Dono mardon ne hasste hue Neha ki peeth pe haath ferte hue bola, “Kya baat hai randi… 3 baar cum kiya tune… ab baat karne ka time aa gaya kya?”

Neha sirf halke se moan karti rahi, aankhein band, body abhi bhi unke lundon se bhari hui.

Main binoculars se pura scene dekh chuka tha – meri sanskari wife ab poori tarah unki pregnant randi ban chuki thi.

Main Sahil, paas wali building ke khali flat mein khada tha. Binoculars aankhon pe chipke hue, lund haath mein pakda hua. Neha ka teesra orgasm aur dono mardon ka heavy climax dekh ke mera control poora chhoot gaya. Neha Varun ke seene pe leti hui thi, pregnant belly dab rahi thi, chut aur gaand se dono taraf ka thick cum tapak raha tha – Varun ka chut mein, Kartik ka gaand mein. Uski body abhi bhi halke-halke kaanp rahi thi, lips se halki si satisfied moan nikal rahi thi.

Mera lund ekdum tight tha. Neha ki wild cheekhein, “Ahhhhh… fuck me harder… main tumhari pregnant randi hoon!” wali awaaze aur uski body ka hilna dekh ke main ruk nahi paya. Haath tez-tez hilaya aur… “Uhhh… fuck…” mera cum mere pants ke andar hi nikal gaya. Garam, sticky load pant ke fabric mein fail gaya, kuch boondein underwear tak seep kar gayi. Main sharm se laal ho gaya – yahan chhup ke muth maar raha hoon aur meri wife wahan sofa pe dono real fathers ke cum se bhari hui leti hai.

Lekin andar se ek aur feeling thi – excitement. Main jaanta tha ki yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Aaj ke baad aur bahut saare rounds honge. Pregnancy ke 9 mahine mein, delivery ke baad bhi… Neha ab in dono ke control mein aa chuki hai. Woh kabhi bhi call karegi, woh kabhi bhi aa jayenge. Mere ghar mein, hotel mein, haveli mein – har jagah meri sanskari wife unki pregnant randi banegi. Yeh soch ke mera soft hua lund phir se thoda hilne laga.

Main ne binoculars side rakhe, pants mein lagi wetness ko tissue se saaf kiya (jitna ho saka), aur chupke se ghar laut aaya. Ghar khali tha. Main bedroom mein let gaya, aankhein band karke Neha ke moans yaad kar raha tha. Ashamed feel ho raha tha… lekin lund abhi bhi excited tha. “Kitni baar yeh hoga aage?” sochta hua main so gaya.


**Apartment Mein – Kuch Der Baad**

Neha abhi bhi Varun ke upar leti hui thi, dono lund uske andar hi the, cum dheere-dheere bahar tapak raha tha. Thodi der baad Kartik ne apna lund gaand se bahar nikala – ek lambi creampie ki lad uski gaand se nikal ke thighs pe giri. Varun ne bhi chut se lund bahar kiya. Neha ki dono holes se mix cum bahar aa raha tha.

Lekin dono mardon ka lund abhi bhi half-hard tha. Pregnancy wali Neha ko dekh ke unka lust phir se jag gaya.

Varun ne Neha ko uthaya aur sofa pe seedha letaya. “Ab humari baari… ek-ek karke chodenge tujhe,” usne muskurate hue bola.

Pehle Varun ne Neha ki taange failayi aur apna lund chut mein daal diya. Ab seedha missionary mein hardcore fuck. *Thap thap thap* ki tez awaaze shuru. Neha ab bilkul silent nahi thi. Woh pure slut mode mein aa chuki thi. Koi “nahi”, koi “please ruk ja” nahi. Sirf enjoyment.

“Ahhh… Varun… aur zor se… pelo meri chut ko… haan… mota lund gehra ja raha hai…” Neha khud apne haath se Varun ka lund pakad ke chut mein guide kar rahi thi jab woh bahar nikaalta. Uski fingers lund ko andar dhakel rahi thi. Boobs khud se dabati, nipples pinch karti.

Varun ne 20-25 minute tak zor-zor se choda – Neha do baar chhote orgasms le chuki thi is round mein.



Phir Kartik ne position li. Usne Neha ko doggy style mein kiya, pregnant belly neeche ki taraf, gaand upar. Kartik ne chut mein daala aur rough hiker style mein pelne laga. Neha khud peeche push kar rahi thi – “Kartik… aur tez… meri chut phaad do… haan… haan… fuck me like a whore!”

Kartik ke baad phir Varun, phir Kartik. Dono baari-bari se usko chod rahe the – kabhi missionary, kabhi cowgirl, kabhi side pe. Neha har baar khud haath se unke lund pakadti, chut ya gaand mein daalti, aur moan karti, “Andar daal do… pura andar… main tumhari slut hoon… pregnant slut…”

Koi baat nahi kar rahi thi ab – sirf fucking. Neha ki awaaze ab sirf randi wali thi:

“Ahhh… haan… aur gehra… chodte raho… mera pet hai tumhara… lekin chut aur gaand bhi tumhari… fuck me… fuck your pregnant wife…”


Do ghante se zyada yeh session chala. Dono mardon ne usko alag-alag positions mein choda – kabhi ek chut mein, kabhi gaand mein, kabhi dono haathon se boobs dabate hue.

Phir final round mein phir se Double Penetration.

Ab Neha khud ready thi. Usne Varun ko neeche litaya, khud upar baith ke uska mota lund chut mein daal liya – khud haath se guide karke pura andar le liya. “Ahhhh… mota… bahut mota…” phir Kartik ko peeche bulaya. Kartik ne gaand mein daala – dheere se shuru, phir tez.

Ab teesra DP session shuru ho gaya – aur bhi heavy aur long.

Neha ab poori tarah out of control slut ban chuki thi. Woh khud bounce kar rahi thi Varun ke upar, gaand Kartik ke taraf push karti hui. Har thrust ke saath zor-zor se chillati:

“Fuck… dono saath… haan… aur zor se… mera chut aur gaand dono bhar do… main aa rahi hoon… phir se… OHHHH… cumming… cumming again!”

Usne is pure session mein 4-5 baar aur cum kiya – chhote bade orgasms, body kaanpti hui, chut se squirt jaisa ras nikalte hue.

Dono mardon ne bhi do-do baar cum kiya is long session mein – pehle alag-alag, phir final DP mein dono ne andar hi andar apna load chhod diya. Neha ki chut aur gaand dono phir se creampie se bhari hui thi, cum bahar tapak raha tha sofa pe.

Session khatam hone ke baad Neha thak kar sofa pe let gayi – pura body sweat aur cum se wet, pregnant belly upar-neeche ho rahi thi, aankhein band, lips pe satisfied smile. Usne sirf itna bola, husky awaaz mein:

“Ab… baat karte hain… lekin pehle… mujhe thoda rest do…”

Dono mardon ne hasste hue uske pet pe haath ferte hue bola, “Rest le le randi… hum toh abhi bhi hard hain.”

Main ghar pe let ke soch raha tha – Neha kab lautegi? Aur yeh sab kitni baar repeat hoga aage?


Apartment ke drawing room mein mahaul ab thoda thanda hua tha, lekin abhi bhi garam aur sticky. Neha sofa pe leti hui thi – bilkul nangi, pregnant belly upar ki taraf, heavy milky boobs dono taraf spread hue, nipples abhi bhi hard aur thode laal. Uski chut aur gaand se abhi bhi dono mardon ka thick cum dheere-dheere bahar tapak raha tha, thighs pe white streaks ban rahe the. Uska pura body sweat aur cum se chamak raha tha, baal chehre pe chipke hue, lips swollen aur red. Woh thak chuki thi lekin uski aankhon mein ab ek naya expression tha – surrender ka, acceptance ka.

Varun aur Kartik dono uske dono taraf baithe the, unke lund ab soft hue the lekin abhi bhi shiny aur cum se geele. Dono ne Neha ko thoda uthaya aur beech mein baitha diya – ab Neha dono ke beech sandwiched thi, unke muscular shoulders se touch ho rahi thi.

Neha ne deep breath li, apne pregnant pet pe haath ferte hue dheere se boli, “Sun lo… main yahan sirf baat karne aayi thi. Twins hain… ek tumhara Varun, ek tumhara Kartik. Medical complications ho sakte hain – delivery time pe, emergency mein, ya future mein. Sahil… woh sirf caretaker banega. Main chahti hoon ki tum dono mere saath raho… real fathers ke roop mein. Jab bhi zarurat pade, tum dono available raho. Bacchon ke liye, mere liye.”

Varun aur Kartik ne ek dusre ki taraf dekha aur zor se hasne lage. Unki hasi mein maza tha, dominance tha. Varun ne Neha ke shoulder pe haath rakh ke bola, “Arre wah… hamari pregnant randi ab smart ban gayi hai. Emergency ke bahane hum dono ko apne paas rakhna chahti hai. Theek hai… lekin ek condition pe.”

Kartik ne uske dusre shoulder pe haath rakha aur muskurate hue bola, “Haan… sirf ek condition. Tu ab se hamari hogi. Poori tarah. Har time, har jagah. Jab hum bolenge, tu aa jayegi. Tera body, tera chut, tera gaand, tere boobs – sab hamare. Tu hamari personal pregnant slut ban jayegi.”

Neha ki aankhein phail gayi. Usne thoda resist karne ki koshish ki, haath se unke haathon ko hataane lagi. “Nahi… aisa nahi… main sirf bacchon ke liye keh rahi thi. Main Sahil ki patni hoon… yeh sab galat hai. Main itni easily nahi…”

Varun ne hasste hue uska haath pakad liya aur bola, “Theek hai fir. Tu khud hi dekh le. Emergency aaye toh hum nahi aayenge. Delivery mein koi problem ho toh hum door rahenge. Tu akeli handle kar lena Sahil ke saath.” Dono phir se hasse.

Neha chup ho gayi. Uske dimag mein confusion tha – Sahil ka chehra, guilt, bacchon ka future, aur abhi bhi uski chut mein halki si throbbing jo abhi bhi unke cum se bhari thi. Woh kuch bol nahi paa rahi thi, sirf aankhein neeche kiye hue baithi thi.

Tab Kartik ne usko apni taraf khinch liya. Usne Neha ke lips pe zor se kiss kar diya – deep, possessive, tongue andar tak ghusa ke. Neha ne thoda push kiya lekin Kartik ne uske baal pakad ke rok liya. Kiss ke beech Neha ki saans tez ho gayi.

Varun ne peeche se usko apne taraf ghumaya aur uske lips pe apna muh jod diya. Ab Neha dono ke beech thi – Kartik uske left side se kiss kar raha tha, Varun right side se. Dono ki tongues uske muh mein ghum rahi thi, saliva mix ho rahi thi. Neha ke haath ab resist nahi kar rahe the, dheere-dheere unke chests pe aa gaye the. Uski heavy boobs dono ke seene se ragad rahi thi.

Kiss todne ke baad Varun ne uske kaan mein husky awaaz mein bola, “Hum tere saath rahenge har time. Jab bhi emergency ho, hum aayenge. Bacchon ke fatherly duties hum nibhayenge – paise, support, sab. Lekin tu apna motherly duty nibhayegi… humein satisfy karke. Tera pura body hamara. Jab hum chahe, tu legs failayegi. Jab hum bolenge, tu muh kholegi. Tu hamari randi ban jayegi… pregnant ho, delivery ke baad bhi.”

Kartik ne uske dusre kaan mein kaha, “Aur haan… Sahil ko kuch nahi pata chalna chahiye. Tu ghar pe sanskari patni ban ke rahegi, lekin jab hum call karenge, tu hamari slut ban jayegi. Deal?”

Neha dono ke beech baithi thi, lips abhi bhi swollen, chut se abhi bhi cum tapak raha tha. Usne dheere se aankhein uthayi, un dono ki aankhon mein dekha. Guilt tha, lekin saath hi ek gehra acceptance bhi. Pregnancy ne usko itna change kar diya tha ki ab woh khud ko rok nahi paa rahi thi.



Usne halki si saans chhodi aur dheere se bola, “Theek hai… main tumhari hoon ab se. Poori tarah. Jab bhi tum log chaoge, main aa jaungi. Bacchon ke liye… aur… aur apne liye bhi. Main tumhari randi hoon ab.”

Varun aur Kartik ne phir se hasste hue usko dono taraf se kiss kiya – ek saath, Neha ke lips pe. Dono ne uske pregnant pet pe haath ferte hue bola, “Good girl… ab se tu hamari common pregnant wife aur randi hai.”

Neha ne aankhein band kar li, ek halki si smile aayi uske chehre pe. Usne apne haath se apni chut pe touch kiya – abhi bhi geeli aur sensitive – aur dheere se socha, “Sahil… maaf kar dena… lekin yeh ab meri zindagi ka hissa ban chuka hai.”

Dono mardon ne usko uthaya aur bathroom ki taraf le gaye – “Ab saaf karte hain teri randi body ko… phir ghar jaane se pehle ek chhota sa round aur.”

Neha ne kuch nahi bola, sirf unke saath chali gayi – ab poori tarah unki.

Main sahil ghar pe let ke intezaar kar raha tha. Neha kab aayegi? Aur yeh naya rishta kitna gehra hoga aage?

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Main Sahil, drawing room ke sofa pe baitha tha jab door ki bell baji. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Neha apartment se laut rahi thi – uske chehre pe wohi glow tha jo main pehle bhi dekh chuka tha, lekin aaj aur gehra, aur satisfied. Usne door khola aur seedha mere paas aayi. Uske lips abhi bhi thode swollen the, red lipstick thoda smudge ho chuka tha. Wohi lips jo aaj dopahar mein Varun aur Kartik ke lund chus-chus ke geele kiye the, saliva aur precum se chamke the.

Neha ne mujhe gale lagaya aur seedha lips pe deep kiss kar diya. Uski tongue meri tongue se mili – garam, wet, jaise abhi kisi aur ka taste abhi bhi uske muh mein ho. Main ne uske lips ko chusa, uske muh ki geeli warmth feel ki aur socha, “Yeh muh aaj kisi aur ke lund ko gale tak le chuka tha… aur ab yeh mera kiss le raha hai.” Mera lund pant mein phir se hilne laga.



“Kaise tha din, jaan?” maine uske lips se hatke poocha, haath uske pregnant belly pe ferte hue.

Neha ne meri aankhon mein dekha, ek chhoti si smile di aur boli, “Pretty good… maine bahut enjoy kiya aaj ka din.” Usne yeh bolte hue meri taraf dekha aur dono ne ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekha. Phir dono hasne lage – gehri, jaankaari bhari hasi. Jaise dono jaante the ki asli baat kya hai. Neha ne phir se mujhe kiss kiya, is baar aur deep, uski boobs mere seene se ragad rahe the, pregnant belly mere pet pe dab rahi thi.

Main ne haath uske belly pe rakha – woh ab 4 months ki ho chuki thi, twins ki wajah se bahut ubhari hui, glow karti hui. “Main itna khush hoon ki yeh bacche tere hain… hamare hain,” maine bola, awaaz mein pyar aur chhupa hua thrill mix tha. Neha ne sirf muskuraya, meri chest pe sir rakh diya aur dheere se boli, “Haan Sahil… yeh hamare bacche hain.”

Us raat Neha mujhe aur pyar se serve karti rahi – jaise har baar karti thi guilt cover karne ke liye. Lekin main jaanta tha… uske andar ab Varun aur Kartik ka naya contract tha.

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Kuch Mahine Baad – Hospital, Delivery Day

Neha ko labour pain shuru hue the. Main uske saath hospital mein tha, haath pakde hue. Doctors ne C-section decide kiya kyunki twins the. Operation theatre ke bahar main wait kar raha tha, dil mein excitement aur chhupi hui jaankaari – yeh bacche mere nahi hain, yeh Varun aur Kartik ke hain.

Jab doctor bahar aaya toh khush khabar thi – “Healthy twins! Ek ladka, ek ladki. Maa aur bacche dono theek hain.”

Main andar gaya. Neha bed pe leti hui thi – thaki hui lekin glow karti hui. Uske boobs ab aur bhi heavy aur milky ho gaye the, delivery ke baad milk aa raha tha. Hospital gown uske body pe loose tha, lekin uski figure abhi bhi seductive thi – wide hips, soft belly ab thoda flat hone laga tha, lekin pregnancy ka glow abhi bhi chehre pe.

Twins dono uske paas crib mein the. Ladka – Varun jaisa sharp jawline, dusky skin thodi si, lekin Neha ki aankhein. Ladki – Kartik jaisa hiker wala glow, thoda fairer lekin Neha ke lips aur nose. Ek bhi baat Sahil jaisi nahi – na mera fair colour, na meri features. Dono bilkul unke real fathers ke mix the.

Main ne unko dekha aur muskuraya, “Bahut khoobsurat hain… hamare bacche.” Neha ne meri taraf dekha, aankhon mein guilt ka halka sa saaya lekin saath hi ek gehra satisfaction.

Thodi der baad main bahar chala gaya – doctor se papers aur kuch zaruri cheezein lene. Jaise hi main door se bahar nikla, Varun aur Kartik chupke se room mein ghus aaye. Dono normal shirt-pant mein the, lekin unki body language mein wohi dominance tha.

Neha ne unko dekha aur uske chehre pe ek narm, loving smile aa gaya. Woh abhi bhi bed pe leti hui thi, hospital gown mein, lekin uski aankhein dono mardon pe tik gayi thi – apne real mans pe.

Varun aur Kartik crib ke paas gaye. Dono ne apne bacchon ko dekha – ladke ko Varun ne haath ferte hue kaha, “Mera beta… bilkul mera look hai.” Kartik ne ladki ko dekha aur muskuraya, “Aur meri beti… Neha ki tarah beautiful.”

Phir dono Neha ki taraf mudey. Neha ne unki taraf dekha – pyaar bhari nazar, jaise ab yeh uski asli family ho. Varun ne uske paas aake uske haath ko chhua aur dheere se bola, “Tera time ho gaya Neha… hospital se nikalte hi hum milenge. Tujhe aur humare bacchon ko leke naya plan hai.”



Kartik ne uske dusre haath ko pakda, “Haan… ab tu hamari hai. Bacchon ke saath bhi, bina bacchon ke bhi.”

Neha ne sirf muskuraya, koi resistance nahi. Usne dheere se kaha, “Main wait kar rahi hoon… tum dono ke liye.”

Varun ne jhuk ke Neha ke lips pe ek soft lekin possessive kiss kiya – hospital ke bed pe, uske thake hue lips pe. Phir Kartik ne usko apni taraf ghumaya aur uske lips pe apna kiss diya – thoda deep, tongue touch karte hue. Neha ne dono kisses ko accept kiya, aankhein band kiye hue, jaise yeh uska naya normal ho.

Dono ne phir crib ki taraf mudke apne bacchon ko kiss kiya – Varun ne ladke ke maathe pe, Kartik ne ladki ke haath pe. “Hamare bacche… hum hamesha tere saath hain,” Varun ne bola.

Phir dono chupke se room se nikal gaye – jaise kabhi aaye hi nahi the.

Neha akeli reh gayi, twins ko dekhte hue. Usne apne haath se ladke aur ladki ke chhote chhote haathon ko chhua. Dono bacche so rahe the, healthy aur perfect. Neha ke aankhon mein aansu aa gaye – khushi ke. Usne apne man mein socha, “Yeh meri zindagi hai ab… Sahil mera pati hai, ghar mein sanskari patni… lekin yeh bacche, yeh maza, yeh dono mard – yeh mera asli sach hai. Main khush hoon… poori tarah khush. Guilt ab sirf naam ka reh gaya hai. Main apni marzi se unki randi hoon, unki mother hoon, aur Sahil ke liye patni hoon.”

Usne twins ko dekha aur dheere se muskurayi. Hospital ki window se sunlight uske chehre pe pad rahi thi. Neha ne apne boobs ko touch kiya – milk se bhare, sensitive – aur socha, “Jaldi ghar jaake… un dono ko phir se satisfy karungi. Bacchon ke saath bhi, aur bina bacchon ke bhi.”

Main papers leke wapas aaya. Neha ne mujhe dekha aur wohi innocent smile di. “Sahil… hamare bacche bahut khoobsurat hain na?”

Main ne haan kaha aur uske haath pakad liya. Lekin andar se main jaanta tha – yeh bacche mere nahi hain. Aur Neha ab poori tarah unki ho chuki hai.

Zindagi aage badh rahi thi… lekin ab naye rules ke saath

Do Mahine Baad…

Main Sahil, drawing room ke floor pe baitha tha. Dono twins – Vihaan (Varun ka ladka) aur Vani (Kartik ki ladki) – mere saamne carpet pe leti hui thi. Vihaan apne chhote-chhote haathon se ek colourful toy pakad ke has raha tha, bilkul Varun jaisa sharp jawline aur dusky glow. Vani thodi fairer thi, Kartik jaisi energetic smile, lekin dono ki aankhein Neha ki tarah soft aur innocent. Main unko dekhta hua muskuraya aur dheere se Vihaan ke pet pe haath fer diya.

“Papa ka beta… aur papa ki beti,” maine halke se bola. Duniya ke liye main hi unka real father tha – birth certificate, hospital papers, sab kuch pe mera naam. Lekin andar se main jaanta tha… yeh mere khoon ke nahi the. Phir bhi dil mein ek gehri sukoon tha. Yeh bacche mere ghar mein the, meri zindagi ka hissa the, aur Neha abhi bhi mere saath thi – meri beautiful, lovely, perfect sanskari wife.

Tabhi Neha bedroom se bahar aayi. Usne aaj ek sundar floral dress pehna tha – light cotton fabric mein chhote-chhote pink aur white flowers print, knee length, waist pe tight belt jo uske curvy post-pregnancy figure ko perfectly highlight kar raha tha. Dress ke deep V-neck se uske heavy milky boobs ka deep cleavage dikh raha tha, fabric thin hone ki wajah se nipples ke shape halke se ubhar rahe the. Delivery ke baad uska body aur bhi juicy ho gaya tha – wide hips, soft gaand, aur woh glow jo sirf ek satisfied mother aur secret slut ko hi aata hai. Baal open, light makeup, red lipstick – bilkul ek modern sanskari mom lag rahi thi.



Woh mere paas aayi, twins ko jhuk ke kiss kiya aur mujhe gale lagate hue boli, “Jaan, main thodi der ke liye apni friends se milne ja rahi hoon. Bas 2-3 ghante. Tu bacchon ka khayal rakh lena na?” Uski voice mein wohi purani sweetness thi, lekin aankhon mein ek chhupa hua naughty sparkle.

Main ne uske lips pe chumma diya aur bola, “Haan jaan, enjoy kar. Main yahin hoon.” Neha ne mujhe ek deep kiss diya – uske lips soft aur garam, jaise abhi bhi kisi aur ke lund ka taste usmein baaki ho. Phir woh purse utha ke nikal gayi. Door band hone ki awaaz aayi.


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Main twins ke saath khelta raha, lekin dimag mein kuch chubh raha tha. Neha ka phone counter pe chhod diya tha. Main utha, phone uthaya aur screen on kiya. Password mera hi birthday. Main ne WhatsApp khola aur… andar hi andar kaanp gaya.

**Varun ka group chat – “Our Common Slut Mother”**

**Varun (11:05 AM):** Randi, floral dress mein aa rahi hai na? New flat sirf 7 minute door hai. Bacchon ko “uncle” bol ke milenge baad mein, pehle teri chut aur gaand ko real fathers ka lund chahiye.

**Neha (11:07 AM):** Haan Varun… dress pehen liya hai. Sahil bacchon ke saath hai. Aaj dono saath mein chodna please… last 2 mahine mein bahut miss kar rahi thi tum dono ke mothe lund ko. Meri chut abhi bhi tumhari hi hai.

**Kartik (11:08 AM):** Good girl. Jaldi aa. Pehle muh mein dono lund le, phir DP. Tera milk wala boobs hum dono chusenge aaj.

**Neha (11:10 AM):** Obeying you both sir… main aa rahi hoon. Love you my real mans ❤️

Chat ka history pura tha – roz ke messages, photos, voice notes. Neha khud se likhti thi “main tumhari randi hoon… Sahil ke saamne patni, tum dono ke saamne full slut”.

Main phone side rakh diya, lekin dil aur lund dono bechain the. Curiosity ne mujhe pakad liya. Main twins ko safely crib mein sulaya, door lock kiya aur chupke se ghar se nikal pada. Sirf 7 minute ki walk… unka naya flat bilkul paas tha. Main building ke peeche wali gali mein chhup gaya, jahaan second floor ka window khula hua tha. Curtains halke se hile hue the.

Aur phir… awaaze aane lage.

Neha ki wohi wild, desperate moans – “Ahhhhh… Varun… aur zor se… haan… mota lund meri chut mein gehra daal do… ahhh fuck… Kartik… meri gaand mat chhodo… dono saath… main tumhari randi hoon… OHHHHH… cumming… phir se aa rahi hoon!” 



Uski cheekh mein maza tha, surrender tha. Dono mardon ki hasi aur thap-thap ki awaaze bhi aa rahi thi. “Le le randi… tere real fathers chod rahe hain tujhe… pregnant hone ke baad bhi kitni tight hai teri chut!” Varun ki awaaz. “Aur gaand bhi… milk wale boobs dabao… haan aise!” Kartik ki.

Main wahan khada, wall se lag ke sun raha tha. Mera lund pant mein poora khada, haath automatically uspe chala gaya. Neha ki moans 15-20 minute tak chalti rahi – kabhi zor se, kabhi broken, kabhi randi wali. “Haan… dono lovers… mera chut aur gaand dono bhar do… main enjoy kar rahi hoon… bahut enjoy…” Main wahan se wapas ghar aa gaya, pants mein thoda wetness feel karte hue.



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Flat Mein – Neha Ka POV

Session khatam hone ke baad Neha sofa pe leti hui thi – floral dress ab poori tarah utar ke side pe phenki hui, bra aur panty bhi nahi. Uski body sweat aur cum se chamak rahi thi. Chut se Varun ka thick cum tapak raha tha, gaand se Kartik ka overflow ho raha tha. Heavy milky boobs pe dono ke bite marks aur saliva, nipples laal aur sensitive.

Woh dono mardon ke beech baith gayi – Varun left side, Kartik right side. Dono ke muscular arms uske shoulders pe the, haath uske thighs pe fer rahe the. Neha ne aankhein band ki aur ek gehri saans li.

“God… yeh maza… yeh dono lovers…” usne man mein socha. “Pehle guilt tha, Sahil ko fool karne ka. Lekin ab… ab main enjoy karti hoon. Yeh dono – Varun ka dominant mota lund, Kartik ka rough thick lund – dono saath mein mujhe paagal kar dete hain. Chut, gaand, muh, boobs… sab unka. Bacchon ke real fathers yeh hain, aur main unki common slut mother. Sahil ghar mein pati hai, pyar karta hai, bacchon ka khayal rakhta hai… lekin yeh dono mere asli mard hain. Unke saath hone ka thrill… yeh double penetration, yeh creampies, yeh milk chusna… main inke bina nahi reh sakti. Main khush hoon. Poori tarah khush. Yeh mera naya normal hai – ghar pe sanskari wife, yahan full randi.”



Usne dono ki taraf dekha, ek narm smile di aur dheere se bola, “Tum dono ke saath yeh sab… bahut enjoy karti hoon main. Hamesha aise hi rakhna mujhe.”

Varun aur Kartik ne uske lips pe kiss kiya aur hasse, “Tu hamari hai randi… hamesha.”

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Neha shaam ko ghar laut aayi – floral dress thoda wrinkled, lips swollen, chehra glow kar raha tha. Woh seedha mere paas aayi, twins ko dekha aur phir mujhe gale lagaya.

“Friends se mil ke bahut maza aaya,” usne muskurate hue kaha. Phir mujhe deep kiss diya – uske muh mein abhi bhi Varun aur Kartik ke lund ka taste baaki tha. Main ne usko tight pakad liya, haath uski gaand pe ferte hue.



“Main bhi bahut khush hoon jaan… tu meri perfect wife hai,” maine bola.

Neha ne meri aankhon mein dekha aur muskurayi, “Haan Sahil… main hamesha teri hi rahungi. Ghar mein, bacchon ke saath, tere saath.”

Main ne uske flat pet pe haath fer diya – delivery ke baad soft aur warm. “Aur yeh twins… hamare perfect family.”

Neha ne sirf haan mein sir hilaya aur twins ko godi mein le liya. Uske boobs milk se bhare hue the, dress ke upar se thoda leak bhi dikh raha tha. Main jaanta tha – yeh doodh aaj Varun aur Kartik ne bhi chusa hoga.



Raat ko Neha mujhe aur zyada pyar se chumti rahi, mujhe serve karti rahi. Main usko chodta tha aur sochta tha – yeh body aaj dopahar mein dono ke lund se bhari hui thi, ab meri hai. Yeh soch ke hi mera lund aur hard ho jata.

Zindagi perfect thi. Neha meri beautiful lovely perfect wife thi – ghar sambhalti, bacchon ko khilati, mujhe khush rakhti. Varun aur Kartik “uncles” ke roop mein aate the, bacchon ko khelate the, Neha ko chhup-chhup ke chodte the. Main sab jaanta tha, dekh bhi chuka tha, phir bhi khush tha.

Kyunki yeh mera fantasy tha… aur ab yeh meri reality ban chuki thi.

THE END