Adultery Bhabhi ke sath 3 sum karke usse pregnant kiya

[jay2424]

Kahani tab ki hain jab meri job ke wajah se mujhe Dubai shift hona padha 2 mahine ke liye.
Main aur mera dost Arjun Dubai shift hue aur jis building mein hum rate the, humare samne wali flat mein ek Pakistani Bhabhi rahti thi. Unka naam Amina Khatoon tha. Unka figure 36-34-36 tha. Dekhte hi khada ho jaae kisi ka bhi. Woh apne shohar aur beti ke sath rahti thi.
Main aur Arjun Amina Bhabhi se baat karte rahte the aur thoda thoda flirt bhi karte the. Amina Bhabhi bhi flirt karti thi.
Kuch time baad unke shohar kaam se Pakistan wapas gaya tha aur unki beti job par thi. Uss din Ind-Pak cricket match bhi tha. Main aur Arjun ne office se chuti li thi match dekhne ke liye.
Match start hone se pehle Amina Bhabhi humare ghar aake bolti hain ki,”Sath mein match dekhte hain… jada maza aaiga.”
Hum dono ko bhi yeh mauka chahiye tha toh hum bhi Amina Bhabhi ke ghar chale gaye match dekhne. Match se jada hum dono Bhabhi ko dekh rahe the.
Amina Bhabhi ne Pakistani jersey ke sath white veil pehni thi. Jersey se unke boobs tightly dekh rahe the aur hum dono ne India jersey pehne hue the.
Amina Bhabhi: Match start hone wala… aaj toh hum hi jeetenge.
Main: Are Bhabhi, record dekho… hum hi jeetne wale hain aaj.
Arjun: Aur kya Bhabhi… record raha hain appki team ka harne ka.
Amina Bhabhi: Thik hain… fir lagi sharat…
Main: Thik hain, lagi sharat… agar Babar under 50 out hua toh hum joh bolenge woh aapko karna padega.
Amina Bhabhi: Thik hain, chalega.
Arjun: Soch lo Bhabhi… baad mein aap piche hat nahi sakhti.
Main: Haan Bhabhi… joh bhi bolenge, karna padega. (Bhabhi ke boobs dekh kar bol rahe the hum dono)
Amina Bhabhi: Haan… haan… joh bhi bologe karungi. (Bolte hue appne cleavage dikha rahi thi)
Match start hota hain aur kuch time baad Babar under 50 ke score mein out ho jata hain aur hum dono khush ho jate hain.
Main: Hum jeet gaye… sharat Bhabhi… abh hum jesa bole, waisa karna hoga aapko…
Amina Bhabhi: Aree yaar… Thik hain… bolo, kya karu…
Main: Pakka, karogi na app? Palat nahi sakhte…
Amina Bhabhi: Haan… baba, bolo toh…
Main: Match khatam hone tak aap hum dono ko handjob do…
Mujhe laga ki Bhabhi kahi mana na karde par unhone ‘haan’ bol diya.
Mere aur Arjun ka toh khushi ka tikana nahi tha. Amina Bhabhi ne hum dono ke lund bahar nikal kar hilane lagi jor jor se. Mera lund hilate time unki wedding ring mere lund par ragad rahi thi. Uuffff! Bohut maza aa raha tha!
Amina Bhabhi: Uuffffff… tum dono ke lund mere shohar se jada bada hain.
Main: Muh mein dal kar aur bada kar do na, Amina Bhabhi?
Amina Bhabhi: Kyu nahi…
Esa bol kar Amina Bhabhi mera Indian lund apne Pakistani muh mein dal kar chusne lagi. Uuufff! Ragad ragad kar chus rahi thi Amina Bhabhi.
Chuste time, unka veil mere lund par ragad raha tha. Arjun ne Amina Bhabhi ka pajama utar kar uska lund Amina Bhabhi ki Pakistani gand par ragadne laga. Aur fir Arjun ne apna Indian loda unki Pakistani gand mein dal kar chodne laga.
Hum sofa par kar rahe the aur samne Amina Bhabhi aur uske shohar ka photoframe tha. Amina Bhabhi apne shohar ka photoframe dekhte hue mera Indian loda chus rahi thi aur piche se Arjun unki Pakistani gand mar raha tha.
Arjun: Uuuuffff, Amina Bhabhi! Apki gand mast tight hain!!
Main: Bhabhi, mera lund mast chus rahi hain… abhi kuch bol nahi paaegi.
Maine Amina Bhabhi ke veili face par mera pani dal diya aur Amina Bhabhi ne pani chus kar pi liya.
Fir Amina Bhabhi ne kaha ki main unki chut mari aur Arjun unki gand marega.
Main sofa par so gaya aur Amina Bhabhi ne mera lund apni Pakistani chut mein le liya aur mere upar so gayi. Aur pichese Arjun unki Pakistani gand marne laga. Do Indian jersey ke bhich ek Pakistani chud rahi thi.
Main jor jor se Amina Bhabhi ki chut mein mera loda ander bahar kar raha tha aur sath mein unke boobs ke nipples bhi chus raha tha. Aur Arjun piche se unki gand mar mar kar suja raha tha.
Main Amina Bhabhi ko kiss karne laga. Unki tongue meri tongue par ragad ragad kar chus raha tha. Aur fir 30 min. chodne ke baad, Amina Bhabhi ka pani nikal gaya.
Amina Bhabhi: Uffff!!! Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh… Mera pani nikal gaya… Thodi der rukhte hain.
Arjun: Mera bhi pani nikal gaya apki gand mein. Apki gand mast tight hain, Bhabhi.
Amina Bhabhi: Thanks, Arjun.
Humne thodi der aram kiya. Aram karte hue bhi Amina Bhabhi hum dono ka lund hila rahi thi dono hathon se.
Fir Amina Bhabhi ne kaha ki raat ko aana; abhi uska shohar wapas aane wala hain. Raat ko woh apne shohar ko sleeping pill dekar sula degi.
Hum dono raat ko unke ghar par gaye aur sidhe uske bedroom mein aa gayi. Amina Bhabhi abhi bhi jersey pehni hui thi aur baghal mein uska shohar so raha tha.
Hum dono ne lund nikala aur woh chusne lagi. Amina Bhabhi apne shohar ke muh ke samne humara lund apne muh mein ander bahar karke chus rahi thi bari bari se.
Fir hum ne Amina Bhabhi ko godi mein uthaya aur Arjun unki chut mar raha tha. Aur main piche se unki gand marne laga jor jor se. Pure room mein ‘thup… thup… thup… thup… thup… thup… ki” awaz aa rahi thi.
Fir Amina Bhabhi apne shohar ke upar se godi ban gaye aur Arjun piche se unki chut mein uska lund dhaal kar jor jor se thok raha tha.
Aur main aage se unke muh mein mera lund ander bahar kar raha tha. Amina Bhabhi apne shohar ke upar se chudwa rahi thi ragad ragad kar.
Arjun ne fir unki chut mein uska pani dhaal diya aur maine bhi unke muh mein mera pani chod diya. Aur fir hum apne ghar chale gaye.
Mujhe Dubai se wapas aana pada par Arjun ko rukhna tha toh woh mast chod raha tha Amina Bhabhi ko. Aur fir jab 1 saal baad unko beta hua toh woh Arjun ki tarah dekh raha tha.
Story kesi lagi, mail par batao: jaystoriees;.

[Kobir99]

Good story br...

[ratipremi]

Aap dono ke to maze ho gaye.