Adultery Who Watches The Watchmen (HINDI)

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Famous series by Aurelius translated in hindi + added few masala from my end. Hope you guys enjoy!



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Main abhi bhi yaad karta hoon jab sab start hua tha. Mera ship Rotterdam mein docked tha. Shift khatam karke room mein aaya, aur daily routine ke hisaab se Skype on karke Mumbai wali wife Menaka se baat karne laga. Wahan almost midnight ho chuka tha.
 
Menaka bilkul time pe aayi. Hum dono ne apna-apna din ka hisaab-kitab diya, usne bataya ki hamara 8 saal ka Ayan spelling test mein A grade laaya, aur yeh bhi complain kiya ki kitni garmi aur humidity ho gayi hai. Poore 30-35 minute baat karne ke baad usne bola,
 
“Achha by the way Prakash, ek funny aur thodi sharmnaak baat batani hai.”
“Kya hua?”
“Hehe, bahut weird hai. Basically maine Dara ko roof pe sex karte dekh liya!”
“WHAT THE HELL??”
 
Dara hamare building ka buddha Nepali watchman tha. Ganja, patla-sa Gurkha type, building ke neeche chhote se jhonpde mein dusre watchman ke saath rehta tha. Bas kuchh mahine pehle hi hamare yahan laga tha.
 
“Internet nahi chal raha tha, company walon ko phone kiya to bole roof ke darwaze ke paas wala switch check karo. Kal technician bhej denge, par agar tum khud kar sakti ho to kar lo. Ek ghanta pehle gayi thi main. Unke instructions follow karke switch reset kiya aur wapas jaane hi wali thi ki roof ka darwaza khula dikha.”
Hamare building ka roof ka darwaza hamesha lock rehta hai, har flat ko ek chabi hoti hai.
 
“Maine socha shayad koi bhool gaya lock karna. Mere paas to chabi thi hi. Socha check kar loon koi upar hai ya nahi, phir lock kar dungi. Jaise hi upar pahunchi, halke-halke moaning sounds aaye. Curiosity mein roof cross kiya aur paani ki tanki ke peeche… hehehe.”
 
“Oh my god… hahaha… kuchh accha dikha kya? Kis ke saath tha woh?”
“Building mein kaam karne wali ek maid, Vimla lagta hai naam uska. Early 20s hogi. Dono full josh mein lage hue the.”
“Poore nange the?”
 
“Semi-naked. Neeche se dono nange. Uska shirt tha, uska kameez tha. Woh pabangt pe haath rakh ke jhuki thi, aur woh peeche se chod raha tha.”
“Toh tujhe kya-kya dikha?”
“Zyada nahi, thoda andhera tha. Roof ki light usne off kar rakhi thi. Par jo street light aa rahi thi usme kaafi kuchh clear dikh gaya.”
“Yeh toh bahut mast hai yaar. Budhau Dara? Kisne socha tha itna bada player nikla!”
 
“Anyway, jab maine scene dekha toh shock hi ho gaya, wahin khadi reh gayi. Poora ek minute dekhti rahi. Phir Dara ne mujhe dekh liya. Ekdum se ruk gaya, kuchh bolne hi wala tha ki main sharma ke palti aur bhaag gayi.”
 
“Hahaha. Pata nahi uske baad ruk gaye ya continue karte rahe.”
“Idea nahi. Tu hota toh shayad continue karta.”
“Shayad. Waise kal Skype nahi kar paunga.”
“Kyon?”
“Wohi THE reason. Details chahiye?”
“Nahi.” Menaka ke chehre se smile gayab.
Thodi der awkward silence. Phir boli,
“Parso?”
“Haan, same time.”
“Okay. Phir baat karte hain. Good night.”
“Good night.”
 
Nau saal ki shaadi ke baad bhi, Menaka ne THE reason accept toh kar liya tha, par dil se poori tarah comfortable nahi thi. Aur THE reason yeh tha ki meri date thi… ek bahut hi hot Dutch aunty ke saath.
 
 
Main merchant ship pe engineering officer hoon. Matlab saal ke 6 mahine toh India se door, duniya bhar ke ports pe ghoomta rehta hoon. Bachpan se sapna tha yeh job, bada hoke bhi bahut maza aata hai. Jaipur mein conservative Marwari family mein pala-bada, bilkul seedha-sadha nerd type. Engineering college tak virgin tha yaar. Phir merchant navy join kiya aur jaise hi senior colleagues ke saath ghooma, ek saal mein hi full male nympho ban gaya.
 
Shuru-shuru mein Amsterdam ke classy red-light area mein colleagues mujhe ghaseet ke le gaye. Phir dusre ports ke thode shady wale areas. Phir samajh aaya ki har port pe singles bars, pick-up joints kahan hote hain. Seniors se full training li – ladkiyon se kaise baat karo, signals kaise padho, kon si wali ko target karna hai. Aur waise bhi, khud ko bolun toh main dikhta bhi decent hoon aur baat bhi achhi kar leta hoon.
 
Jaldi hi pehla free-wala one-night stand ho gaya – Hamburg mein. Luisa naam tha, platinum blonde, early 30s ki single mom, full Indophile thi. Do-char peg lage aur deal pakk, uska ghar pahunch gaye. Ghodi ban ke poore teen ghante mujhe ragadti rahi.
 
Pehle kuchh ladkiyan mostly gori thi. Phir dhire-dhire variety badh gayi – Chinese, Arab, South American, African, aur obviously Indian bhi. 25 ki umar tak toh almost har race taste kar chuka tha.
 
Par kuchh missing tha yaar. Sirf chudai ka scene thodi na chalega hamesha. Genuine companionship chahiye tha. To jab Bombay mein ek mahine ki chhutti pe ek one-night stand wali ladki (Neha, Punjabi investment banker) attachment dikhane lagi, main bhi serious ho gaya. Teen saal ka solid relationship chala. Par monogamous sirf pehla saal hi raha.
Koshish ki bahut, Neha ke saath faithful rehne ki. Poora ek saal toh pakka raha. Par jab lamba contract pe door rehta tha, colleagues uksate the – sab shaadi-shuda the par sab wife ko full thag rahe the. Bas phir ek baar phisla, phir phisla, phir phisla. Neha ko pata nahi chalne diya. Par woh already suspicious thi, mera purana record jo tha. Do saal baad finally “pakda” gaya – woh bhi engagement ke turant baad.
 
Ladai, jhagda, rona-dhona, chillana – full drama. Maine samjhaya ki woh meri life ki love hai, jo main ship pe karta hoon woh sirf body ka matter hai, dil se kuchh nahi. Promise kiya ruk jaunga. Raat bhar ke jhagde ke baad usne mauka diya.
 
Par nahi tik paya. Ek aur saal tak taane, phir finally ek zabardast ladai – engagement ring seedha Arabian Sea mein!
Break-up se toota hua wapas purane raaste pe aa gaya, aur full badle ki aag ke saath. Par do saal baad phir se akelapan lagne laga.
 
Ghar wale (ab bhi pure Marwari conservative) shuru se hi pressure daal rahe the shaadi ka. Neha ke Punjabi hone pe naak-muuh sikode the, par settle hone ki khushi mein accept kar liye the. Jab break-up bataya toh full gussa. 30 ke baad toh pressure aur badh gaya. Finally 2 mahine ki chhutti pe ghar aaya toh haath utha diya – theek hai, rishta dekho.
 
Jo bhi ladkiyan dikhaayi sab same template – Marwari, same sub-caste, kundli match, sundar par zyada padhi-likhi nahi, “homely” matlab seedhi, khana banaye, ghar sambhale, jo bole man leti ho. Merchant navy engineer ki salary achhi thi toh demand toh thi, par IAS ya MBA wale jitni nahi.
 
Pehli ladki toh itni khatarnaak thi ki aaj bhi yaad karke khada ho jata hai. Shuru mein sab badhiya chala, families khush. Finally permission mila akela “date” pe jaane ka.
Wahin match khatam. Neha ka experience, apni libido, itne saalon se colleagues ko dekhte hue ek hi conclusion pe pahuncha tha. Coffee order karne ke baad seedha rehearsed speech shuru:
“Ek baat pehle clear kar doon. Mera job aisa hai 6-9 mahine saal bhar foreign rehta hoon. Main jawan hoon, khoon garam hai, needs hain. Ship pe rahunga toh needs poori karunga, jaise ab tak karta aaya hoon. Emotionally poori tarah tera hi rahunga, shaadi ke pro honge, par door rahunga toh dusri auraton ke saath sounga. Colleagues ko dekha hai jhooth bol ke shaadi chalate hain, main aisa nahi chahta.
 
 Mujhe chahiye…”
 
“Please mujhe ghar chhod do.” Usne gusse se chehra laal kar ke baat kaat di.
Main chupchap ghar chhod aaya. Mummy-papa ko pata na chale isliye usse request ki kuchh aur reason bol dena.
Rejection aaya – “Unhe pasand nahi ki husband saal ke aadhe din door rahega.”
Mummy-papa dukhi. Phir teen aur ladkiyan – same story, meri “policy” sun ke sab ne naa kar di.
Aur phir aayi Menaka.
 
 
Menaka ko mummy-papa ne “damaged goods” bola tha. Actually pehle toh dekhne ka bhi mood nahi tha unka, par jo mutual family friend rishta laaya tha usne itna pressure daala ki finally maan gaye.
 
Baaki sab mein woh bhi same thi jaise baaki prospects – Marwari, decent family, sundar, well-mannered. Bas ek bada difference tha – woh widow thi. 22 saal ki hi thi jab college khatam hote hi shaadi hui thi, ek businessman se. Teesre mahine mein hi car accident mein husband mar gaya. Menaka ko chhoti-moti kharoch aayi, par uspe “badkismat” ka tag lag gaya. Ab 25 saal ki thi, maa-baap ke paas rehti thi. Sasural wale uska muh nahi dekhna chahte the.
 
Toh samajh sakte ho mere orthodox Marwari parents ko kitna jhatka laga jab pehli meeting ke baad maine bola, “Mujhe Menaka bahut pasand aayi.” Bahut khoobsurat thi, apne aap ko achhe se carry karti thi, par usse zyada uski aankhon mein ek alag si samajh thi, shayad teen saal ke dukh ne de di thi.
Jab maine usko wahi speech di jo baaki ladkiyon ko diya tha, woh na gussa hui na sharmai.
 
Poori patience se sunti rahi. Phir ek minute chup rahi. Phir dheere se boli,
“Meri college friend Priya ka mama merchant navy mein tha. Woh batati thi unke baare mein.”
 
“Okay…” maine bola.
Phir do minute aur chuppi.
“Tumhe pata hai na meri pehli shaadi ke baare mein? Aur kaise khatam hui?”
“Haan.”
“Aur tumhe koi problem nahi?”
“Bilkul nahi.”
“Tumhare mummy-papa?”
“Woh main sambhal loonga.”
Phir ek minute aur chup.
“Dahej-waahej hum zyada nahi de paayenge… pehli shaadi mein mummy-papa ne saara saving laga diya tha…”
“Dahej? Kisne bola dahej chahiye? Na mujhe chahiye na mummy-papa ko.”
 
Usne bas sar hilaaya. Phir dheere se boli,
“Do din do mujhe sochne ko.”
Do din baad uska haan aaya. Mummy ne poora drama kiya, nangey paer ghar ke bahar nikalne ki dhamki di, par main adaa raha. Bola agar Menaka nahi toh koi foreigner laa dunga ghar. Ek mahine mein shaadi ho gayi.
 
Nau saal bilkul smoothly nikal gaye. Kuchh hi mahinon mein Menaka pregnant ho gayi. Ayan paida hua. Bombay mein apna flat liya, Jaipur se base yahan shift kar diya. Mummy-papa ko bhi Menaka se dil se pyar ho gaya. Jab shaadi ke ek saal baad bhi main zinda bacha raha toh unka “badkismat” wala dar bhi nikal gaya.
Menaka ne apna promise poora kiya – THE reason pe kabhi kuchh nahi boli, kabhi taana nahi maara, agar baat aati bhi thi toh topic change kar deti thi.
Sirf ek baar thoda jhagda hua tha, shaadi ke pehle saal. Hum dono bed pe lette the, sex karne ke baad.
 
“Tum gazab ho yaar! Pregnancy ka weight ekdum se kaise utaar diya tune?”
“Ab bhi 5 kilo zyada hoon.”
“Nonsense, bilkul perfect voluptuous hai tu.”
“Bas mujhe khush karne ke liye bol rahe ho.”
“Nahi seriously, koi bhi mard tujhe bed pe dekh ke khush ho jaayega.”
“Chup karo!” usne playfully thappad maara.
“Mera kehna mat maan, try karke dekh le.”
“Kya matlab?”
“Maine kabhi openly nahi bola, par samajh toh thi na? Main saal ke aadhe din door rehta hoon. Teri bhi needs hoti hongi. Main hypocrite nahi hoon. Agar tujhe koi chahiye toh…”
 
“SHUT UP PRAKASH!” usne gusse se roka. “Kaise baat karte ho tum!”
Phir ro padi. Maine sorry bola, baat khatam kar di. Saat saal tak dobara kabhi topic nahi uthaya.
Phir second time topic tab aaya jab 6 mahine pehle hum ek dost ki 10th anniversary party mein gaye the. Thane mein unka bada bangla tha, full grand party. College ka dost tha, 40-50 log aaye the, bachche bhi kaafi. Catering, drinks, music, kids ke liye games – sab tha.
Mere college ke kuchh aur dost bhi the, hum log purane din yaad karne mein lag gaye. Menaka wives ke group mein thi, Ayan bachchon ke saath khel raha tha. 45 minute baad jab dhyan gaya toh
 
Menaka kahin dikhi nahi. Main group se nikal ke usko dhoondhne laga.
Kuchh logon se poochha, finally peeche wale balcony pe pahuncha. Neeche porch mein Menaka ki awaaz aayi,
“Haan mummy, haan, Prakash se baat karungi aane ka.”
Mummy se baat kar rahi thi. Maine balcony se jhuk ke haath hilaya, usne bhi smile karke reply kiya. Main neeche jaane laga, beech mein ek aur dost mil gaya, do minute baat hui.
 
Phir peeche porch pe pahuncha. Wahan bada sa trimmed jhaad tha, uske peeche Menaka khadi thi. Main ghum ke jaane hi wala tha ki uski awaaz aayi,
“Kitne cute hain!”
“Haan na? Poore mummy pe gaye hain.” Ek mard ki awaaz.
Main ekdum ruk gaya. Awaz pehchan gaya – Dinesh naam ka banda, party mein thodi der pehle intro hua tha. Uski wife kaam se bahar thi, bachche nani ke paas. Yaad tha kyunki usne Menaka ko mere saamne hi full check-out kiya tha. Menaka ko log dekhte hi rehte hain – sundar face, lambi silky baal, petite body par bade-bade D-cup boobs, motherhood ke baad curves aur bhi killer ho gaye hain. 34 ki umar mein bhi full knock-out hai.
Par yeh banda toh meri saamne hi besharam tarike se dekh raha tha. Baad mein dekha toh party mein har aurat se flirt kar raha tha. Handsome tha, natural player.
 
Dheere se side se gaya, jhaad ke beech se gap se dono dikh rahe the. Dinesh phone mein photos dikha raha tha, Menaka uske bagal mein khadi dekh rahi thi.
“Aur yeh raha unka mummy ka photo. Knock-out hai na?”
“Haan, bahut sundar hain.” Menaka ne politely bola.
“Par tumhare aage toh kuchh nahi.” usne seedha compliment maara.
Menaka sharma ke idhar-udhar dekhne lagi. Usse compliment bardaasht hi nahi hote, mujhse bhi.
“Kabhi play-date karwayenge. Tumhara beta dekha maine, mere bade wale ke almost same age ka.”
“Haan zaroor, jab aapki wife aa jaaye.”
“Arre woh toh bahut busy rehti hai, consultant hai, kaam se ghumti rehti hai. Kabhi time nahi milta.”
“Achha.”
“Tough hota hai na? Ek partner hamesha travel karta ho, bachche sambhalna… aur baaki cheezein bhi.” Usne hint maara.
Menaka chup rahi.
“Socho na kabhi. Jab meri wife out ho aur tumhara husband ship pe, hum log mil sakte hain.” Usne pocket se card nikala. “Yeh lo mera card.”
Menaka ne kuchh nahi bola, card le liya.
“Chalo main drink lene ja raha hoon. Call me.” Usne dheere se Menaka ke kandhe pe haath rakh ke press kiya aur nikal liya.
 
Banda ka technique mast tha – zyada pressure nahi, hint diya, card thamaaya, nikal liya.
Main chupchap do minute aur dekhta raha. Menaka wahin khadi card ko dekhti rahi, phir purse mein daala, phone nikaala. Tab main bahar nikla.
“Arre yahan ho tum!” Usne smile kiya. “Kahan reh gaye the itni der?”
“Neeche aate waqt ek dost mil gaya… aur waise bhi thodi der Dinesh bhai se teri baat sun raha tha.”
“Oh.” Uske chehre pe smile gayab.
“Kya bola usne?”
“Haan suna na sab.”
“Kitna besharam aadmi hai!” Usne gusse ka acting kiya.
“Par card toh rakh liya tune.” Maine smile karke bola.
“Kya?” Usne thoda chir gayi.
Tabhi kisi ne awaaz lagayi,
“Sab log andar aao! Cake cut raha hai!”
Hum dono party mein wapas chale gaye.
 
 
Party mein wapas aaye, phir cake kata, photos khinchi, Ayan ko sambhala, ghar aate-aate raat ke 12 baj gaye. Car mein bhi Ayan saath tha isliye baat nahi hui. Finally bedroom mein pahunche tab Menaka ne topic khola.
“Maine card phenk diya.” Bed pe baithte hue boli.
“Kaunsa card?”
“Woh Dinesh wala. Tab purse mein dala tha kyunki wahan lawn pe kachra nahi karna chahti thi. Baad mein dustbin mein daal diya.”
“Arre itna defensive kyun ho rahi hai baby? Rakh leti card, mil leti usse, you know my policy na.”
Usne bas sar hilaaya aur muh fer liya. Maine kandhe pe haath rakha, kuchh nahi bola. Ek minute baad khud hi boli,
“Toh tum seriously okay hote agar main usko call karti aur milti?”
“Hundred percent.”
“Tune suna na kaise hint de raha tha. Agar main uske saath… regularly hang out karne lag jati toh?”
“I’ve told you even after marriage, main hypocrite nahi hoon.”
“Bolna bahut aasaan hai. Tere liye toh yeh sab theory mein hi hai. Par main jo nau saal se roz yeh sab soch-soch ke jee rahi hoon, woh tujhe kahan pata.”
“I know yaar, isliye toh bol raha hoon, agar role reverse hota na, main handle kar leta.”
Usne bas “huh” karke muh fer liya.
Thodi der chup rahi, phir maine poochha,
“Kabhi socha bhi hai tune? Ki mere alawa kisi aur ke saath feel kaisa hoga?”
“Maine tere alawa bhi ek aur ke saath toh kiya hai.” Bina palte bola.
“WHAAAT???????” Main bed pe seedha baith gaya. “KAB??? KISKE SAAAAATH???”
Woh palti, bilkul neutral face se mujhe dekha.
“Irritate kar raha hai na tujhe?” Usne dheere se poochha.
“Haan… matlab nahi… matlab…” mera dimaag full hang ho gaya. Nau saal se bolta aaya tha ki tu bhi enjoy kar, main thodi na jealous hounga… par jab usne sach mein bola toh dil mein ek teer sa laga.
 
Menaka bas dekhti rahi, jaise wait kar rahi ho ki ab kya bolunga. Finally maine bola,
“Agar tune kiya hai toh koi issue nahi mere ko.”
“Sach mein koi issue nahi?” Usne challenge karte hue poochha.
“Nahi yaar, bilkul nahi. Bas… honesty chahiye thi na. Tune bataya kyun nahi kabhi?”
“Tu har baar ship pe jo randiyon ke saath chudai karta hai, mujhe ek-ek ka naam-number batata hai kya?” Usne taana maara.
“Maine poochha tha na, tune bola tha nahi jaanna.”
“Main nahi jaanna. Toh tu kyun jaanna chahta hai?” Seedha sawal.
“Mai…” mera muh band.
Thodi der tak room mein full tension. Phir Menaka hans padi.
“Dekha? Bas itna bol diya ki kisi aur ke saath thi, aur tu toot gaya. Aur bolta hai ‘I’ll be totally fine’.”
Maine bas uske chehre ko dekhta reh gaya… dimag mein ek hi sawal ghum raha tha: kab, kisne, kitni baar??? ?
 
 
Maine kuchh nahi bola, bas usko ghoorta reh gaya. Woh hans rahi thi, par aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi, jaise bahut saalon se yeh pal ka wait kar rahi ho.
“Relax kar Prakash,” woh boli aur mere gaal pe ungli firayi. “Tune jo abhi feel kiya na, woh exact wahi feeling mujhe har baar hota tha jab tu ship pe jaata tha. Har port, har Skype call ke baad dimag mein ek film chalti thi. Par main chup rehti thi kyunki tune pehle din hi sab clear kar diya tha.”
Phir woh bed pe seedhi baith gayi, blanket odha aur dheere se boli,
“Lekin haan… ek baar hua tha.”
Mera dil zor se dhak kiya.
“Tu jab 2022 mein 8 mahine ka contract pe gaya tha na, Singapore-Malaysia wala… tab.”
“Tab kya?” Meri awaaz khud ko hi bhari lag rahi thi.
“Ayan ko summer camp bheja tha, ghar mein sirf main akeli. Ek din building ke terrace pe Vimla (wahi maid jisko tune Dara ke saath dekha tha na roof pe) usne mujhse baat shuru ki. Usne bataya ki uska boyfriend bhi merchant navy mein hai, woh bhi 6-7 mahine door rehta hai. Phir dheere-dheere baat aage badhi. Ek din usne mujhe apne cousin se milwaya… naam tha Rohan. Navy ka hi officer tha, ek mahine ki leave pe Mumbai aaya tha.”
 
Menaka ne meri aankhon mein dekhte hue bola,
“Bas ek baar hua. Sirf ek raat. Uske baad uska contract shuru ho gaya, woh chala gaya. Phir kabhi contact nahi hua.”
Main chup tha. Dil mein kuchh jal bhi raha tha, kuchh ajeeb sa relief bhi tha ki finally sach samne aa gaya.
“Tu gussa hai?” usne dheere se poochha.
“Nahi… thoda hurt hu, par gussa nahi. Bas yeh soch raha hoon ki tune itne saal tak akeli yeh bojh uthaya.”
Menaka mere paas aayi, mere chest pe sar rakh diya.
“Ab equal ho gaye na hum dono?” usne muskurate hue bola. “Ab na tu mujhse details maang, na main tujhse. Bas yeh samajh le ki jo bhi hota hai doori mein, woh sirf body ka matter hai. Dil se hum dono ek dusre ke hi hain.”
Maine usko tightly hug kiya.
“Deal,” maine bola. “Par ek condition hai.”
“Kya?”
“Agar ab kabhi bhi tujhe koi Dinesh type mile aur mood bane… toh mujhe bata dena pehle. Surprise nahi chahiye ab.”
Woh zor se hans padi.
“Thik hai captain. Waise bhi ab toh tu bhi thoda jealous feel karta hai na? Ab maza aayega game mein.”
Us raat hum dono bahut saal baad itna openly, itna wildly sex kiye… jaise pehli baar kisi naye ke saath kar rahe ho, par saath hi purana pyar bhi full-on tha.
Aur tab se hamari shaadi mein ek nayi si freedom aa gayi. Kabhi main port se koi juicy story share karta, kabhi woh kisi party wale flirt ka hint deti. Dono ko pata hai rules clear hain, dil safe hai, aur jab ship se wapas aata hoon ya jab main ghar hota hoon, toh duniya ki koi bhi aurat Menaka ke aage kuchh nahi lagti.
 
 
“Toh sach nahi hai na?”
“Sach hai.”
“WHOOOOOO???”
“Tujhe jaanna kyun itna zaroori lag raha hai?”
“MENAKAAA!” Main ekdum se gussa ho gaya… aur saath hi thoda confuse bhi, kyunki dimag mein ek anjaan banda meri biwi ko chod raha hai yeh scene chala toh lund bhi khada hone laga tha.
“Okay theek hai,” Menaka ne lambi saans li aur boli, “Mera pehla husband.”
“Hainnnnn?????”
“Kabhi-kabhi tu kitna bhola ban jata hai yaar. Tune poochha tha na ki tere alawa kisi aur ke saath hone ka kabhi socha bhi hai? Maine bola tha ek aur ke saath toh ho chuka hai already… tujhse pehle! Jo mar gaya tha… wahi.”
“Ohhh!” Mere andar ek saath relief bhi aaya aur thodi si disappointment bhi. “Matlab…”
“Haan, literally jawab de rahi thi. Par agar tu yeh soch raha hai ki shaadi ke baad kisi ke saath gayi hoon toh nahi. Lekin agar hoti… toh teri yeh reaction sab kuchh bol rahi hai. Theory mein bolna bahut aasaan hai ki ‘main cool hoon’, jab pata hota hai ki main kabhi karungi nahi. Par agar sach mein kar leti toh tu toh poora pagal ho jata.”
Woh palat ke so gayi. Main bas let ke uski baat ko sochta raha.
Us raat ke baad hum dono ne yeh topic kabhi nahi chheda. Kuchh dino baad hum uske mummy-papa se milne gaye. Ek mahine baad main phir ship pe wapas… aur apne purane dhang pe.
Par ek cheez badal chuki thi.
 
Ab jab bhi main kisi port pe kisi jawan ladki ko chodta, dimag mein Menaka kisi aur ke neeche leti hui aa jaati thi… Dinesh type ka koi banda usko zor-zor se chod raha hai. Aur yeh soch ke mera lund aur tight ho jaata tha. Usko bataya nahi maine, par yeh fantasy ab mere sar mein ghar kar chuka tha.
 
Agli baar jab maine ghar Skype kiya, thodi routine baatein karne ke baad Menaka ne dheere se topic khola,
“Waise… Dara se thodi awkward baat ho gayi thi.”
“Hahaha, roof pe pakde jaane wali?”
“Haan.”
“Kya bola usne?”
“Main neeche parking mein baithi thi, Ayan aur uske doston pe nazar rakhe book padh rahi thi. Dara dheere-dheere paas aaya. Maine upar dekha toh dono sharma gaye. Woh bahut uncomfortable lag raha tha. Finally bola, ‘Memsaab, us raat ke liye maafi… society chairman ko bilkul mat batana, job chali jayegi.’”
Maine has ke poochha, “Tune kya bola?”
“Maine acting maari, ‘Mujhe toh kuchh pata hi nahi aap kya bol rahe ho.’ Socha hint samajh ke chala jayega.”
“Samjha?”
“Nahi yaar! Bilkul bewakoof. Maine toh pretend hi kar rahi thi ki kuchh hua hi nahi, matlab obviously nahi bataungi. Par woh laga rehta, ‘Woh raat memsaab… roof pe…’ Main irritate ho gayi, boli, ‘Sach mein kuchh pata nahi, book padhne do.’”
“Phir chup ho gaya?”
“Thodi der chup raha, phir bola, ‘Sorry memsaab… majboori thi. Ghar thodi hai… jhopdi mein Hira ke saath rehta hoon, privacy kahan?’ Maine strategy badli, boli, ‘Theek hai Dara, kisi ko nahi bataungi. Ab jaao yahan se.’”
“Toh gaya?”
“Arre kahan! Phir apni biwi ke marne ki kahani, paanch saal se akelapan, majboori… full sob story shuru. Maine finally uth ke walk away kar diya. Thankfully peeche nahi aaya.”
Main has raha tha, par dimag mein scene chal raha tha – Menaka bench pe baithi, sari mein, pallu thoda side, dopahar ki dhoop mein uska fair face laal… aur Dara uske bilkul paas khada, nazar uske cleavage aur kamar pe… lund khada hone laga hoga uska.
Jaise hi Menaka uth ke chali, Dara peeche se uski badi gaand ko matakti hui dekh raha tha… sari ka tight pallu, petticoat ke neeche gaand ka perfect shape, har kadam pe left-right dolta hua… uski aankhon mein ekdum bhookhi si aag jag gayi hogi.
Woh wahi khada raha, lund pant mein sakht, sochta hua – “Ek din toh yeh badi gaand bhi dabbaonga aur isko bhi roof pe chodunga.”
 
 
“Jab tak usko confidence hai ki tu nahi batayegi, theek rahega.”
“Hope so. Par woh scene aur woh awaazein… abhi bhi dimaag se nahi nikalti.”
“Moaning wali?”
“Aur woh thap-thap wali bhi.”
“Thappad maar raha tha kya???”
“Nahi nahi… woh wali!” Woh sharma ke boli. “Jab koi zor-zor se chodta hai na… skin slap karti hai… woh sound.”
“Hahaha, budhau itni zor se thok raha tha ki thap-thap sunai de raha tha?”
“Hehe… haan, bahut intense tha. Aur kitna kinky… khule aasman ke neeche, double umar ka buddha aur aadhi umar ki maid… aur woh ladki jo awaazein nikaal rahi thi…”
Menaka ki awaaz ekdum husky ho gayi thi.
“Lagta hai tujhe bada turn-on ho gaya tha!” Maine mazaak maara.
“Shut up!” Woh has ke boli.
“Lagta hai koi maid ban-ne ko tadap rahi hai!” Maine phir se tease kiya.
“WHAAAT???” Uske chehre pe ekdum gussa aa gaya. “Yeh kya bakwaas bol rahe ho?”
“Arre chill chill, mazaak kar raha tha!”
“Bahut ghatiya mazaak tha.” Woh aur gussa ho gayi.
“Sorry Menaka, sach mein. Itna bura laga mujhe pata nahi tha.”
Woh kuchh second mujhe ghoorti rahi, phir boli,
“Main soti hoon. Bye.”
Aur call cut.
 
Main wahin screen ke saamne dang reh gaya. Itni gussa Menaka ko maine 9 saal mein kabhi nahi dekha tha. Woh toh hamesha shant, seedhi, jhagda avoid karne wali thi. Kabhi awaaz bhi nahi uthayi. Aaj first time poora blast hua.
Phone kar ke clear karne ka mann tha, par itna gussa tha toh thodi der ruk gaya.
Aadhe ghante baad Skype ring hua. Maine uthaya.
“Sorry,” Menaka ne bilkul soft awaaz mein bola, chehra tense. “Pata nahi mujhe kya ho gaya.”
“Nahi nahi, meri galti thi baby.”
“Nahi… asal mein meri hi galti thi.”
“Maine hi line cross kar di.”
“Nahi… actually isi liye toh gussa ho gayi.”
“Matlab?”
“Oh god… kaise bolun.” Usne muh haathon mein chhupa liya.
“Kya hua jaan?”
Poori ek minute usne muh chhupaye rakha, phir nikala.
“Maine… Dara ke baare mein ek dream dekha tha.”
“Okay…”
“Do raat pehle. Aur… jaise tune bola… dream mein main maid ki jagah thi.” Uska chehra tomato ban gaya.
“Aur?”
“Aur kya?”
“Dream mein kuchh kiya?”
“Dream mein toh obviously! Reality mein nahi!”
Main peeche ho ke muskuraya.
“Toh tu guilty feel kar rahi hai kyunki ek sex dream dekh liya?”
“Haan!”
Main hansne laga.
“Kyun has rahe ho?” Woh chir gayi.
“Hahaha yaar Menaka, 9 saal faithful rehne ke baad ek dream dekh liya aur guilty trip pe chali gayi? Mere muqable dekh!”
“Main tere jaisi nahi hoon.” Usne thanda swar mein bola.
“I know I know,” maine dono haath upar kiye.
“Sirf yeh dream nahi hai,” woh boli. “Pichhle ek saal se… kuchh alag sa feel ho raha hai.”
“Kaise?”
“Bas… bahut zyada… horny rehti hoon. Sochti rehti hoon… you know.”
“Sex ke baare mein?”
“Haan.”
 
Yeh shocking nahi tha. Pichhli baar jab 3 mahine ghar pe tha, maine notice kiya tha ki Menaka ka sex drive sky high ho gaya tha. Pehle toh main initiate karta tha, woh ready ho jaati thi. Shuru-shuru mein thodi sharmili thi, pregnancy aur Ayan ke baad aur bhi. Par dhire-dhire comfortable ho gayi thi… oral bhi, thodi experiment bhi.
Maine uske boundaries kabhi zyada push nahi kiye kyunki bahar ports pe jo ladkiyan milti thi woh full wild hoti thi. Ghar aata tha toh Menaka ke saath simple, pyar wala, comfort sex hi pasand tha. Bahar apne wild oats bo deta tha.
Par last trip mein woh bahut vocalive ho gayi thi… awaazein zyada, orgasm jaldi, total different energy. Initiate toh nahi karti thi par hint zaroor deti thi kabhi-kabhi.
“Toh ab tu bahut horny rehti hai?”
“Yeh word kitna cheap hai!” Usne muh banaya. “Par haan… is baar tune jaate hi bahut craving hone lagi. Pehle kabhi nahi hua aisa.”
“Natural hai yaar.”
“ Mere liye nahi!”
“Jaan, tujhe nahi pata? Ladkiyon ka sexual peak 30-35 mein aata hai… khaskar baccha hone ke baad.”
“Sach mein?”
“Haan. Body ab confident feel karta hai, tu ab full-on apni sexuality enjoy kar rahi hai.”
“Hmm…” woh soch mein pad gayi.
“Kitni baar masturbate karti hai?” Maine seedha poochh liya.
“PRAKASH!!!” Usne poora laal ho ke muh haath se band kiya.
“Arre ab husband se bhi chhupaayegi 9 saal ke baad?”
“Please yaar.”
“Din mein paanch baar?”
“Naaaa!”
“Toh?”
“Ek-do baar… subah shower mein ya raat ko sone se pehle.”
“Aur kya sochti hai?”
“Tu hai na.” Jaldi se boli. Main jaanta tha jhooth bol rahi hai, par force nahi kiya. Das saal mein pehli baar itni open baat ho rahi thi.
Thodi der dono chup rahe. Phir woh boli,
“Ab sach mein sona hai.”
“Mere liye kar na aaj.” Maine mazaak mein bola.
“Shut up!”
“Arre please, cabin mein akela hoon.”
“Phir bhi weird lagega.”
Thodi der manane ki koshish ki, mana karti rahi, finally chhod diya.
 
 
Dara ne jab Menaka se maafi maang li thi, Us din ke baad Dara ki nazar Menaka pe poori tarah se jam gayi.
Subah 8:15 baje, college bus aane ka time.
Menaka Ayan ka haath pakad ke gate ki taraf aati hai… sari mein, ya pastel colour ka salwar-kameez. Pallu thoda loose, dopahar ki dhoop mein uska fair pet aur cleavage halka sa chamak raha hota hai.
Dara gate pe “duty” karte hue bhi aankhen uspe hi gadaye rehta hai:
 
Jab Menaka jhuk ke Ayan ke bag mein bottle daalti hai → pallu neeche girta hai, bra ka strap aur deep cleavage dikhta hai. Dara ki nazar wahi atak jaati hai.
Jab woh bus mein bitha ke seedhi hoti hai → sari ka tight pallu uski badi-badi chhatiyon ka perfect shape dikhaata hai. Dara ka muh khula reh jaata hai.
Bus jaane ke baad Menaka palat ti hai → gaand ka heavy swing, sari-petticoat mein har step pe left-right dolti hui. Dara dono haathon se apni pant ke upar se lund ko adjust kar leta hai, aankhen badi-badi karke dekhta rehta hai jab tak woh lift mein gayab nahi ho jaati.
 
Shaam ko grocery shopping ke liye jaati hai toh bhi wahi scene:
 
Haath mein bag, sari ka pallu side mein lapeta → kamar ka curve aur gaand ka full round shape dikhta hai.
Jab stairs se utarti hai → har kadam pe gaand upar-neeche, Dara gate pe khada seedha uski matakti hui badi gaand ko ghoorta rehta hai.
Kabhi-kabhi wind chalti hai, pallu ud jaata hai → bra ka lace aur pet ka halka sa roll dikh jaata hai. Dara ki saansen tez ho jaati hain, lund pant mein khada ho ke ragadne lagta hai.
 
Aur jab Menaka wapas aati hai, haath mein 2-3 bags, thodi thak ke chalti hai → pasina se sari body pe chipak jaati hai, nipples ka hint dikhne lagta hai. Dara turant gate khol deta hai, par aankhen uski geeli kamar, pasine se chamakte cleavage aur tight sari mein ubhari hui gaand pe hi tikki rehti hain.
Har baar woh andar jaate hue ek baar peeche mud ke dekhti hai… Dara ko pata hota hai, phir bhi besharam ban ke ghoorta rehta hai, jeebh se hoth chaat ta hua.
Ab toh uski routine ban gayi hai:
Menaka jab bhi building se bahar ya andar aati hai, Dara ki bhookhi nazar uski chhati, kamar aur sabse zyada uski badi matakti hui gaand pe hi hoti hai… jaise keh raha ho – “Ek din toh yeh sab mera hi hoga, memsaab.” ?
 
Dara ki raaton ki neend aur din ki duty… dono ab sirf Menaka ke naam ho chuke hain.
Jab woh jhopdi mein leta hai, ya gate pe chair pe baitha cigarette peeta hai… dimag mein sirf ek hi film chalti rehti hai:
 
Memsaab lift se utarti hain… sari mein… pallu thoda side. Woh unko “Namaste memsaab” bolta hai, par sochta hai – “Aaj pallu ko kheench ke phenk doon aur dono bade-bade boobs muh mein bhar loon.”
Subah college bus ke time… Menaka jhuk ke Ayan ko kiss karti hai. Dara sochta hai – “Agar abhi gate band kar doon aur peeche se pakad loon… sari upar utha ke panty side karke yahin gate ke paas chudai kar doon… koi dekh bhi nahi payega.”
Jab Menaka grocery leke aati hai, pasine se sari chipki hui hoti hai… nipples dikh rahe hote hain. Dara fantasy mein usko compound ke andhere corner mein le jaata hai, sari ke andar haath daal ke chut ragadta hai aur bolta hai, “Memsaab, aap bhi toh geeli ho rahi hain… chalo roof pe chalen.”
Sabse favourite fantasy – raat ke 2 baje. Woh chupke se flat ke andar ghus jaata hai. Menaka bedroom mein so rahi hoti hai, nighty upar tak chadhi hui. Woh dheere se nighty upar karta hai, panty utaar deta hai aur seedha muh laga deta hai. Menaka chaunk ke uthati hai, par woh uska muh daba deta hai aur zor-zor se choosne lagta hai jab tak woh jhad na jaaye.
Ek aur wild wali – roof pe dopahar mein. Menaka kapde sukha rahi hoti hai. Woh peeche se aata hai, sari ka pallu kheench ke phenk deta hai, blouse faad deta hai aur pabangt pe tek ke ghodi bana ke peeche se chudai kar deta hai. Neeche log aate-jaate dikhte hain, par woh rukta nahi… zor-zor se chudai karta rehta hai aur bolta hai, “Chillao memsaab… sabko pata chal jaaye aap kisko chudwa rahi hain.”
Kabhi-kabhi sochta hai – Banke ko bhi saath mein bula le. Ek Memsaab ke muh mein, doosra peeche se… dono milkar is badi gaand wali gori memsaab ko chodte rahen jab tak yeh ro-ro ke maafi na maang le.
 
Har fantasy ke end mein woh jhad jaata hai… kabhi jhopdi mein, kabhi roof pe, kabhi duty pe baith ke pant ke andar hi.
Aur har baar ek hi baat pakki rehti hai:
“Ek din… bilkul ek din… yeh sapne sach kar ke hi rahunga.”
 
 
 
Pehle-pehle Menaka ko laga shayad galat-fehemi hai… par ab woh bilkul pakki ho chuki hai ki Dara usko ghoorta hi rehta hai.
Subah college bus ke time
 
Jaise hi woh Ayan ka haath pakad ke gate ki taraf aati hai, Dara ki nazar turant uski chhati pe jam jaati hai.
Pallu thoda bhi side hota hai toh woh aankhen badi-badi kar ke cleavage ko ghoorta hai… bilkul besharam tarike se.
Jab woh jhuk ke Ayan ko bus mein bithati hai aur pallu neeche girta hai, Dara ki jeebh apne-aap hoth pe aa jaati hai… Menaka side se dekh leti hai aur turant pallu theek karti hai, par andar se ek current si daud jaati hai.
 
Grocery se wapas aate waqt
 
Bags leke chalte hue jab sari thodi tight ho jaati hai aur gaand ka shape poora ubhar ke aata hai, Dara gate pe khada seedha uski matakti hui gaand ko ghoorta rehta hai.
Menaka feel karti hai ki peeche se koi garam nazar uski gaand jala rahi hai… ek baar peeche mud ke dekha toh Dara ne jaldi se nazar hata li, par muh pe ek gandi si smile thi.
 
Lift mein akeli mil jaaye toh
 
Dara andar aa jaata hai, mirror mein seedha uski chhati ya kamar pe nazar tikayi rehti hai.
Menaka sharma ke neeche dekhti hai, par jaanti hai ki uski saansein tez ho rahi hain aur uska lund pant mein khada ho raha hai.
 
Shaam ko balcony mein khadi ho toh
 
Neeche Dara chair pe baitha hota hai, par nazar upar hi hoti hai.
Kabhi pallu hawa se ud jaata hai, Menaka turant pakad leti hai, par uski nazar mein ek ajeeb si bhookh dikhti hai… jaise abhi daud ke upar aa jayega.
 
Ab Menaka ko har baar lagta hai –
Jab bhi woh building se bahar nikalti hai ya andar aati hai, Dara ki nazar uske boobs, kamar aur sabse zyada uski badi gaand pe hoti hai… jaise kapde faad ke abhi kha jayega.
Aur sach bataun…
Pehle sharmindagi hoti thi, ab thodi si geeli hone lagti hai.
Har baar sochti hai – “Agar aaj isne haath bhi laga diya toh main rok bhi paungi ya nahi?” ??
 
 
Ek din Menaka ne plan banaya.
Subah Ayan ko bus mein bitha ke wapas aayi toh usne bilkul alag look mein entry maari:
 
Red colour ki georgette sari, low-waist mein lapeti hui (petticoat itna neeche ki navel se 2 inch neeche tak nanga pet).
Blouse backless… sirf do patle se dore peeche bandhe hue, poori kamar aur back nangi.
Sari itni tight lapeti ki gaand ka perfect round shape aur dono hips ka curve bilkul ubhar ke dikh raha tha.
Pallu bhi bilkul thin aur loose chhoda, jaise hi chalti thi pallu ud ud ke bra ka lace aur side-boob dikh jaata.
 
Gate pe Dara khada tha.
Jaise hi Menaka aayi, uski aankhen ekdum se badi ho gayi… muh khula reh gaya.
Menaka dheere-dheere chal rahi thi, jaan-boojh ke hips zyada swing kar rahi thi.
Har kadam pe gaand left-right dolti hui… sari tight hone ki wajah se har curve dikh raha tha.
Dara ki nazar:
 
Pehle poori nangi kamar pe atki… pasina chamak raha tha.
Phir jab pallu hawa se uda toh side-boob aur deep cleavage pe.
Jab Menaka paas se guzri toh peeche mud ke dekha… backless blouse mein poori nangi peeth aur bra ke neeche wali nangi kamar… aur uske neeche sari mein lapeti hui badi-badi gaand.
 
Dara ka lund pant mein ekdum khada ho gaya… usne haath se dabaya par nazar nahi hatayi.
Menaka lift ke paas pahunchi, jaan-boojh ke ek baar peeche mud ke dekha… Dara ko apni gaand ko ghoorte hue pakad liya.
Usne sharma ke smile di aur dheere se pallu theek karte hue lift mein ghus gayi.
Lift ka darwaza band hone se pehle Dara ki aankhon mein sirf ek hi cheez thi –
“Memsaab aaj khud bula rahi hain…” ?
Shaam ko jab woh grocery leke wapas aayi, wohi sari aur blouse… ab Dara seedha gate ke paas khada uska intezaar kar raha tha, aankhen laal, lund pant mein ubhra hua.
Menaka paas se guzri, dheere se boli, “Kya dekh rahe ho itna?”
Dara ne sirf hoth chaate aur bola, “Memsaab… aaj bahut sundar lag rahi hain.”
Menaka ka secret fantasy (woh jo woh Prakash ko bhi poori tarah nahi bata paayi thi)
 
Location hamesha wahi roof
Dream mein woh hamesha usi building ke roof pe hoti hai, raat ke 1-2 baje, Mumbai ki garmi, door se local train ki awaaz, upar se chandni… aur bilkul khula aasman. Light off, sirf street light aur building ke neeche wala sodium lamp ka halka orange glow.
Dara nahi… par Dara jaisa
Dream mein hero Dara nahi hota, par exactly usi type ka aadmi hota hai – 50-55 saal ka, thoda saanwla, buddhaapan shuru, safed balon wali dadhi, patla-sa lekin taakat wala, watchman wali khaki uniform pehne hue (shirt ke button khule hue, banyaan khuli hui). Woh “memsaab” bol ke baat karta hai, thodi si Nepali-Gorkhali accent mein.
Power dynamic full-on
Menaka ko yeh baat sabse zyada turn-on karti hai ki woh “upper-class memsaab” hai aur woh “lower-class watchman” usko chod raha hai. Woh usko “Dara ji” bolti hai dream mein, aur woh usko “memsaab” ya “malkin” bolta hai. Yeh class difference uska chut ekdum geela kar deta hai.
Starting scene hamesha same
Menaka roof pe kapde sukane aati hai (bilkul jaise real life mein kabhi-kabhi aati hai). Thodi der baat-cheet, Dara paas aata hain, pehle “memsaab thoda pani gir gaya aapke suit pe” bol ke haath se chhute hain… phir dheere se kamar pe haath, phir seedha boobs dabata hai. Menaka pehle sharma ke peeche hat-ti hai, par resist nahi karti.
Clothes almost-on rehte hain
Poore nange nahi hote. Menaka ka salwar-kameez ya nighty upar utha diya jata hai, bra upar, panty side mein khisak jaati hai. Dara ki pant sirf ghutno tak neeche. Yeh half-dressed, jaldi-jaldi mein feel usko bahut wild lagta hai.
Position fixed: Doggy on the pabangt
Hamesha wahi – Menaka dupatte se aankhen bandhi hui, dono haath pabangt wall pe, jhuk ke khadi. Dara peeche se pakad ke zor-zor se chodta hai. Thap-thap-thap ki awaaz poore roof pe goonjti hai. Kabhi-kabhi uska muh dabata hai taaki zor se chillaye na.
Dirty talk purely desi-vulgar
Dara bolta hai:
“Memsaab, kitne dino se aapki gaand dekh ke lund khada hota tha”
“Aapke pati foreign mein kisko chod rahe honge, aaj aapko hum chodenge”
“Bade-bade doodh wali malkin ko watchman ka lund kaisa laga?”
Menaka dream mein sirf siskiya leti hai aur “Dara ji… dheere… koi dekh lega…” bolti hai, par chut aur geeli ho jaati hai.
 
Risk factor = biggest turn-on
Dream mein hamesha yeh darr rehta hai ki koi neighbour ya dusra watchman aa jayega. Ek baar dream mein toh neeche se Hira (dusra watchman) ki awaaz aati hai “Dara ji kahan ho?” aur woh rukta nahi, aur zor se chodta rehta hai.
Ending hamesha creampie.
Hamesha andar hi jhadta hai. Menaka ko yeh feeling bahut wild lagti hai – garam semen uski chut mein bhar jaata hai, phir woh jaldi se kapde theek karke neeche bhaagti hai, darr ke andar andar geeli panty pehen ke.
Guilt + repeat
Jaagne ke baad Menaka ko guilty feel hota hai, par agle din shower mein ya raat ko fingering karte waqt wapas wahi scene repeat hota hai. Kabhi-kabhi toh real life mein bhi roof pe jaate waqt uska dil zor-zor se dhadakta hai… sochti hai “agar sach mein aa gaya toh?”
 
Abhi tak yeh sirf fantasy hai… par jab woh Dinesh ka card dekhti hai ya kisi party mein koi mature aadmi usko dekhta hai, uski chut ekdum geeli ho jaati hai aur dimag mein wahi roof wala scene chal jaata hai.
Ek din shayad fantasy se reality mein cross kar hi jaaye… who knows?
 
 
 
 
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[ShadowRising321]

Agla do hafte main Menaka se Skype pe baat hi nahi kar paya kyunki ship Atlantic ke beech mein tha, satellite coverage bilkul bakwaas. Ek ship-to-shore message bhej diya tha ki connection nahi hai. Phir Panama pahuncha tab finally call hua. Wahan din tha, Mumbai mein raat.
Call shuru hote hi Ayan full excited, college ki saari bakchodi, playground, cartoon, sab bata raha tha. Menaka saath mein baithi thi, bilkul neutral face. Phir beech mein Ayan ne bola,
“…aur uske baad Dara uncle mujhe ice-cream khilaane le gaye the!”
“Ruk ruk, Dara UNCLE?” Maine interrupt kiya aur Menaka ko dekha. Usne ishara kiya baad mein bataungi.
“Haan! Aur unhone mujhe Gorkhali style mein shoelace ka knot bhi sikhaya…”
Ayan ki non-stop commentary se pata chala ki yeh budhau watchman ab poora ghar ka chacha ban gaya tha. Das minute baad Ayan khud hi thak ke chup ho gaya, Menaka ne bola “Beta jaa ke so ja” aur woh chala gaya.
“Toh ab Dara hi ghar ka mard ban gaya?” Maine half mazaak half jealousy mein poochha.
“Bakwaas mat kar. Bas help kar raha tha kyunki main kuchh din se bed pe thi. Ankle mein bahut buri moch aa gayi thi.”
“KYA? Ab theek hai na?”
“Ab almost theek hai. Par 4-5 din bahut dard tha.”
“Kaise hua?”
“Jo last baar baat hui thi na uske do din baad. Grocery leke aa rahi thi 11 baje, compound ke andar lift ki taraf ja rahi thi. Manhole cover pe pair pada, woh dheela tha, tilt ho gaya. Right ankle poora twist ho gaya aur main gir padi, saara grocery bikhra.”
“Shit! Kuchh toota nahi na?”
“Nahi, bas dard se cheekh nikal gayi. Dara gate pe baitha tha, daud ke aaya. Haath diya uthne ko, maine pakda par ankle mein bijli si daud gayi, phir gir padi. Woh tension mein aa gaya. Daud ke apni chair laaya. Phir bahut adab se poochha, ‘Memsaab, main aapko utha loon? Dono haath aapki arms ke neeche daal ke?’ Main dard se paagal, koi aur tha bhi nahi, haan kar diya.”
Sirf soch ke hi mera lund thoda sa khada hone laga – buddha watchman meri biwi ko haath laga raha hai.
“Kaise uthaya?”
“Merii right side pe aaya, jhuka, left arm meri left armpit ke neeche daala, bola ‘Sirf left pair pe weight daalo’. Phir ek jhatke mein khud khada ho gaya aur mujhe bhi kheench liya. Bilkul aasani se. Phir chair pe baitha diya.”
“Uske haath tere boobs se takraye?”
“PRAKASH!!!”
“Arre bata na!”
“Side se thoda sa… avoid nahi kar sakta tha. Pehli baar toh.”
“Aur baar bhi?”
“Sequence mein batane de!” Woh thodi gussa hui. “Chair pe baithaya, grocery uthaya (doodh ka carton phat gaya tha), jo bacha wo ek haath mein liya. Bola lift tak help karega. Maine uthne ki koshish ki par dard aur badh gaya. Finally uske kandhe pe haath rakh ke ek pair se hop karte hue lift tak pahunchi.”
“Dikhta toh patla hai, itna weight kaise utha liya? Aur woh mujhse bhi chhota hai na?”
“Haan, main bhi shock hui. Bola 20 saal paramilitary mein tha.”
“Gorkha log waise bhi taakat ke mamle mein monster hote hain.”
“Lift mein posture adjust karne ke bahane uska haath… meri left boob pe poora dab gaya. Jaise jaan-boojh ke.”
“Daant nahi lagayi?”
“Nahi… help jo kar raha tha. Par maine uska haath pakad ke neeche kamar pe shift kar diya.”
“Sari pehni thi na?”
“Haan… toh ab nangi kamar pe haath tha. Boobs se better.”
“Phir floor pe aaye, darwaza khola, main keys nikal rahi thi, balance bigda, main girne wali thi. Tab usne peeche se dono haath daal ke poora bear hug mein jakad liya.”
“Uh oh!” Main muskura utha.
“Bahut sharmindagi hui. Maine bola chhodo, diwar pe haath rakh leti hoon. Usne keys liye, darwaza khola, mujhe couch pe baithaya.”
“Aur haath-pheri?”
“Jitna unavoidable tha.” Woh shrug kiya. “Thank you bola, grocery kitchen mein rakhne bola. Phir laga kuchh dena chahiye, purse se 100 rupaye nikale. Usne mana kiya, ‘Yeh toh mera kaam hai memsaab.’ Jab zor diya toh liya aur bola, ‘Isse ek aur doodh ka carton laa deta hoon Ayan baba ke liye.’”
“Thoughtful banda.” (Aur socha yeh bahana bhi bana lega wapas aane ka)
“Maine bola nahi chahiye, kirana wala bhej dungi. Par woh zidd pe ada, chala gaya.”
Main couch pe baithi, pair ragad rahi thi, dard badhta ja raha tha. Socha fracture toh nahi? Kuchh kar bhi nahi sakti thi. Bees minute baad Dara wapas aaya – doodh, ek tenant se li hui crutch, aur ek plastic bag mein Nepal ka balm.
Thank you bola, doodh kitchen mein rakha, crutch side mein, phir seedha zameen pe baith gaya mere pairon ke paas.
“Maine poochha ‘kya kar rahe ho?’ Bola ‘Memsaab yeh Nepal ka balm hai, thodi maalish kar doon toh aaram milega.’ Maine bola doctor chali jaungi. Par woh toh already sandal nikal raha tha. ‘Dara ruk!’ Maine roka, par woh mood mein tha. ‘Bas try kar lo memsaab, bahut achhi maalish karta hoon.’ Aur dheere se mera pair pakad liya.”
“WHOA!” Maine beech mein roka. “Pair dabwa rahi thi aur tu allow kar rahi thi?”
“Aur kya karti? Laath maar ke utha deti kya?” Woh chir gayi.
“Toh maalish ki?”
“Haan… poore pair pe balm lagaya, rough haathon se dheere-dheere massage kiya.” Uska face laal ho gaya.
“Maza aaya?”
“Dard toh kam hua tha.”
“Mera matlab… kisi doosre aadmi ke haath ka touch?”
Menaka ne meri jealousy pakad li.
“Arre tu toh poori duniya chodta phir raha hai aur mujhe pair dabwane mein jealousy?”
“Nahi aisa nahi… genuine sawal tha.”
Woh mujhe ghoorti rahi, phir dheere se boli,
“Sorry gussa ho gayi. Sach bataun… thoda sa alag feel ho raha tha. Constant physical contact… aur uski maalish se goosebumps aa rahe the.”
“Foot erogenous zone hota hai kuchh logon ka.”
“Woh toh ankle pe focus kar raha tha, par beech-beech mein calf pe bhi haath fer deta. Teesri-chauthi baar jab aisa kiya maine bola ‘Dara calf mein dard nahi hai.’ Woh sharma gaya, sorry bola aur uth ke chala gaya. Main thank you boli, usne bola ‘Kuchh chahiye toh phone kar dena’ aur number deke nikal gaya.”

Raat ke 12:30 baj rahe the. Compound bilkul sunsaan. Sirf street-light ki halki roshni pad rahi thi shack ke andar.
Dara apni kholi mein baitha chai pee raha tha, aankhon mein ek alag si chamak. Banke (22-23 saal ka ladka, abhi nayi duty join ki thi) paas baitha mobile chala raha tha.
Banke: “Dada, aaj itni khushi kaahe? Lottery laga kya?”
Dara chai ka cup neeche rakha, dheere se muskuraaya aur bola, “Lottery se badi cheez lag gayi re Banke… Building 4 ki memsaab, Menaka memsaab.”
Banke ne mobile side mein rakha, kaan khade ho gaye. “Wahi jo har roz red-black saari mein dikhti hain? Jinki gaand aise hilti hai jaise koi item song chal raha ho?”
Dara hans diya. “Haan wahi. Aaj unka paon manhole mein phas gaya tha. Poora grocery bikhra pada tha, woh ro rahi thi dard se. Main daud ke gaya.”
Banke ki aankhen chamak uthi. “Phir?”
Dara ne chai ka ek aur sip liya, phir dheere-dheere bola, “Pehle godi mein uthaya… bilkul heroine jaisa. Unka right boob meri chaati pe poora daba tha. Saari itni thin thi, bra ka feel saaf aa raha tha. Woh sharma ke meri gardan mein haath daal li.”
Banke ki saans tez ho gayi. “Sachhi dada?”
“Arre aur sachhi! Corridor mein leke jaate waqt jaan-boojh ke slow chala. Unka hip mere lund pe poora dab raha tha. Sakht ho gaya tha poora. Woh bhi mehsoos kar liya, par kuchh boli nahi… bas gardan pe saans garam kar rahi thi.”
Banke ab poora excited. “Phir flat mein kya hua?”
Dara ne aankh maari. “Flat mein toh alag khel shuru hua. Bed pe baithaya, paon pe ice lagaya. Saari oopar uthi thi knee tak… gore-gore jaangh, bilkul doodh jaise. Blouse itna tight tha, cleavage poora dikh raha tha. Jab ice laga raha tha, woh siski bhar rahi thi… ‘Dara… dheere… aaaahhh…’”
Banke ne apni pant pe haath rakh liya. “Dada… aur?”
“Aur kuch nahi, Chal Sojaa”
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(Back to Prakash)
“Phir?”
“Do ghante baad doorbell baji. Crutch ke sahaare gayi khola – Dara lunch leke aaya tha. ‘Aap khana nahi bana paogi toh laaya hoon.’ Maine bola table pe rakh do. Usne plate mein nikaala, maine bola ‘Tum bhi kha lo.’”
“Lunch date ho gayi!” Maine hans ke bola.
“Shut up!” Woh sharma gayi. “Agla do-teen din woh roz khana laata raha, Ayan ko bus tak chhodta-aata, playground le jaata. Aur subah-shaam maalish karta raha. Sach mein doctor ki zaroorat nahi padi.”
yeh toh full-on daily routine ban gaya hai ab!
Do hafte se Dara har roz subah uth ke pehle Menaka ke liye fresh groceries le aata hai, phir Ayan ko college bus tak chhodta hai, shaam ko bus se pick bhi karta hai. Ghar aake Menaka ki kitchen mein haath batata hai; kabhi sabzi kaat-ta hai, kabhi bartal saaf karta hai, bilkul “perfect husband” banne ki training le raha hai.
Aur haan, din bhar Menaka ki sexy figure ko chupke-chupke niharta rehta hai. Kabhi woh silk saree mein pallu theek karte waqt uska creamy waist dikh jaata hai, kabhi tight salwar kameez mein uske curvy hips ka shape, kabhi woh sleeveless night gown mein kitchen mein aati hai toh uske toned arms aur deep neck se thoda cleavage nazar aa jaata hai. Dara ka toh dil hi dhadak jaata hai har baar.
Shaam ko aur raat sote waqt dono time Menaka ke paer dabata hai. Menaka ab sharmaati bhi nahi; seedha bed pe baith jaati hai, ghungroo wali payal utaar deti hai aur apne soft-soft paer Dara ke god mein rakh deti hai. Dara dheere-dheere malish karta hai, ankle se lekar calf tak haath fer-ta hai, kabhi-kabhi thoda upar bhi chala jaata hai. Menaka bas aankhein band karke enjoy karti hai aur halke se siskariyaan leti hai “ahh… kitna acha lagta hai Dara… thodi der aur…”
Watchman shack pe jaake toh Banke (woh 22 saal ka jawaan ladka) ko har detail sunaata hai. Aaj bhi shack mein baith ke Dara bola,
“Banke yaar, aaj Menaka memsaab ne black transparent saree pehna tha… blouse itna tight ki bra ki lace dikhai de rahi thi. Jab woh jhuk ke fridge se doodh nikali na, uska cleavage… uff! Aur shaam ko paer dabate waqt usne skirt thoda upar kar diya, poori fair jaangh dikhai de rahi thi… main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya. Bas ab aur kitne din intezaar karun yaar, dil kar raha hai ab toh seedha uske saath…”
Banke bichara excited ho jaata hai sun ke, khud bhi bolta hai, “Dada ji, aap toh ab bilkul ready lag rahe ho… bas ek mauka chahiye!”
(Back to Prakash)
Thodi der chup rahi. Face se pata chal raha tha kuchh aur bhi hai.
“Aur kuchh?” Maine poochha.
Woh sar hilaayi, poora laal.
“Bata na.”
“Bahut sharm ki baat hai… aur tujhe gussa aayega.”
“Pakka nahi aaayega.”
“Last maalish wale din maine strong painkiller li thi. Couch pe baithi thi, woh neeche baitha maalish kar raha tha. Uski garmi, touch… pata nahi kab neend aa gayi. Jab aankh khuli toh… uski moochh mere gaal pe feel ho rahi thi.”
“KYAAAA???”
“Woh couch pe ek ghutna rakh ke jhuka tha, mere gaal pe kiss kar raha tha. Meri aankh khuli toh woh freeze ho gaya. Hum dono ek-doosre ki aankhon mein dekhte rahe. Dil mein awaaz aa rahi thi daant lagaa, dhakka de… par main chup rahi. Usne samjha green signal, phir se kiss shuru – gaal, forehead, lips pe brush… main aankhen band kar ke enjoy kar rahi thi. Phir uska haath meri chhati pe gaya… sari ke upar se dabaya… ekdum current laga. Par guilt zyada tha. Maine usko dhakka diya, ‘DARA YEH KYA KAR RAHE HO?’ Woh peeche hata, zameen pe dekhta raha. Maine bola ‘Jao yahan se.’ Woh chupchap nikal gaya.”

Shack mein raat ke 11 baj rahe the. Banke cigarette ka kash lete hue bola, “Dada ji aaj itni der kyun? Aaj toh kuchh bada hua lag raha hai chehre pe!”
Dara andar aaya, kursi pe dhamm se baitha, paani piya aur phir dheere se muskurate hue bola:
“Banke… aaj toh mera dil rukne ko tha yaar… aur phir ekdum se zindagi bhar ka sukoon bhi mil gaya.”
Banke ki aankhein chamak uthi, “Bolo na dada ji, poora detail!”
Dara ne aankhein band kar ke yaad karte hue bola:
“Aaj Menaka ko doctor ne strong painkiller diya tha period pain ke liye. Shaam ko paer dabate-dabate usko neend aa gayi… bilkul gehri neend. Main malish kar raha tha, uska pallu side mein sarak gaya tha, saari bhi thodi upar uthi hui thi… uski gori-gori jaangh poori dikh rahi thi. Uski saansein dheemi ho gayi thi… main ruk nahi paya yaar.
Main dheere se uske paas jhuka aur uske gaal pe ek halka sa kiss kar diya. Usne kuchh nahi bola, bas saans chali. Phir main himmat karke uske hothon pe apne hoth rakh diye… 4-5 second tak… uski hoth itni soft, itni garam… phir uski aankh khul gayi.
Hum dono ek doosre ko dekhte reh gaye. Uske aankhon mein darr tha, sharmahat thi, par daantne ya chillane ki himmat nahi ho rahi thi. Main bhi freeze ho gaya… socha ab toh thappad padega. Par woh chup rahi. Bas dekhti rahi.
Maine samjha… shayad green signal hai. Phir se jhuka, uska forehead kiss kiya, gaal, naak, phir dobaara hoth… is baar thoda dabake, thoda lamba. Usne aankhein band kar li aur halke se moan kiya… ‘hmm…’
Phir mera haath khud-ba-khud uski chest pe chala gaya. Saari ke upar se hi uske bade-bade DD boobs ko pakda… uff yaar Banke! Kya size hai, kya mulayam… jaise do bade-bade rasgulle ho, ek haath mein bhi nahi aa rahe the. Blouse itna tight tha ki nipple bhi thoda khada feel ho raha tha kapde ke upar se. Maine dheere se dabaya… uske muh se ekdum se siski nikli ‘ahh… Dara…’
Par agle hi second usko guilt aa gaya. Usne mujhe zor se dhakka diya, uth ke baith gayi aur saari theek karte hue boli, “Yeh galat hai Dara… please jaao yahan se…”
Main bas sorry bolta raha aur wapas shack aa gaya.”
Banke ne cigarette phenka aur excited hoke poocha, “Aur? Boobs sach mein itne bade hain?”
Dara ne hawas bhari aankhon se bola, “Yaar… main toh bata nahi sakta… bilkul gol, bilkul bhari-bharkam… saari ke pallu ke andar se bhi poora shape dikh raha tha. Jab dabaya na, toh aisa laga jaise cotton ke andar garam doodh bhara ho. Nipples bhi bilkul tight ho gayi thi touch karte hi… agar woh rokti nahi toh aaj main blouse bhi utaar deta.”
Banke bass chup baitha raha
(Back to Prakash)
Main Panama mein baitha shock mein. Meri biwi aur building ka watchman… making out!
“Phir?”
“Kuchh nahi. Uske baad nahi aaya. Pair theek ho gaya. Lift mein ya compound mein bhi nazar nahi milate.”
“Gussa hoon kya?” Usne poochha.
“Nahi… bas… WATCHMAN???” Class wala issue nikal aaya.
“Sorry, plan nahi tha.”
Thodi der chuppi ke baad maine sensible mode on kiya,
“Menaka, jo main karta hoon uske saamne yeh toh bacchon ka khel hai. Theory aur reality mein farak hota hai, yeh main samajh gaya. Par jo bola tha woh ab bhi valid hai. Tu kuchh galat nahi kar rahi. Mera ego mera problem hai.”
“Thank you jaan.” Usne flying kiss di.
Phir maine bola,
“Agar tu aage badhna chahe toh meri taraf se full blessings. Bas safe rehna.”
“Pata nahi badhna bhi chahti hoon ya nahi. Tu hota toh yeh sab feel hi nahi hota.”
Phir maine apna idea bataya – furniture move karne ka bahana. Usne bola try karegi.


Ship Pacific mein chala gaya, connection gayab. Phir ek din email aaya:
Dearest Prakash,
Aaj finally tera idea try kiya. Ayan ko bus mein chhod ke gate pe Dara ke paas gayi. Usne muh fer liya. Maine bola “Thodi furniture shift karni hai, time hai kya?” Usne haan bola, Banke aane ke baad aayega.
Poore aadhe ghante dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Doorbell baja. Khola toh Dara serious face ke saath andar aaya.
“Kaunsa furniture?” Usne poochha.
Maine idhar-udhar dekha… kuchh socha hi nahi tha. Woh samajh gaya bahana hai. Do kadam aage, left arm meri kamar pe, right haath mere sir ke peeche, mujhe kheench ke hug kar liya.
Main shock mein akad gayi. Woh ruk gaya. Phir main relax hui. Usne gaal pe kiss shuru kiya, haath meri nangi kamar pe. Uski pasine ki smell… rough touch… current lag raha tha. Maine bhi uske khurkhure gaal pe kiss karna shuru kar diya.
Couch pe baithaya, kiss karta raha. Phir lips pe lips rakh ke French kiss. Mere hoth 9 saal baad kisi aur ke touch se kaanp rahe the. Uske patle Nepali hoth… bilkul alag taste. Usne boobs pe haath daala, maine rok diya, kandhe pe shift kar diya. Usne respect kiya.
Paanch minute kiss karne ke baad dono saans phool gaye. Maine aankh kholi, woh jeet ki smile de raha tha. Phir zameen pe baitha, mere sandal nikaale, bada toe muh mein leke choosne laga. Prakash, pata nahi kyun itna maza aa raha tha. Dus minute tak pair chooste-chooste calf dabaata raha. Main control kar rahi thi khud ko uspe jump na kar jaun.
Phir uska phone baja, Banke ko help chahiye tha. Dheere se lips pe kiss karke chala gaya.

Raat ke 12 baj rahe the. Shack mein ek chhoti si bulb jal rahi thi, ek quarter daaru khula pada tha, do plastic glass. Banke ne glass bharke Dara ke haath mein thama diya.
Banke (muskurate hue): “Aaj toh chehra alag hi chamak raha hai dada ji… bol do, aaj kya jeet gaye?”
Dara ne glass ek ghoont mein aadha khatam kiya, saans chhodi aur phir woh badi si shaitani smile aayi:
“Banke… aaj toh Menaka memsaab ne khud bulaya tha ghar pe. Bolti hai ‘furniture shift karna hai’. Main jaate hi samajh gaya… furniture-vurniture kuchh nahi, dil shift karne ka plan tha uska.”
Banke ki aankhein badi ho gayi: “Phir???”
Dara ne glass table pe tikaya, aankhein band kar ke scene dohraane laga:
“Jaate hi usne darwaza band kiya. Main poochha ‘kaunsa furniture?’ Woh sharma ke idhar-udhar dekhne lagi… bas itna hi kaafi tha. Main do kadam aage badha, left haath uski patli si kamar pe rakh diya, right haath uske baal mein ghusa ke sir peeche kheench ke… seedha hug kar liya, zor se!
Woh ek second ke liye akad gayi… phir khud hi relax ho gayi. Uske boobs mere seene se dab gaye… saans garam garam lag rahi thi. Maine uske gaal pe kiss shuru kar diya… ek, do, teen… uski nangi kamar pe haath ferne laga. Uski skin itni mulayam… pasina thoda laga tha, uski khushboo aur meri pasine ki smell mix ho gayi… uff!
Phir usne bhi himmat ki… mere khurkhure gaal pe kiss karne lagi. Main samajh gaya aaj pakka ho jayega.
Couch pe baithaya, uske hoth pakde aur seedha French kiss! Nueve saal baad kisi aur mard ke hoth uske hothon se takra rahe the… woh kaanp rahi thi. Mere patle Nepali hoth usko bilkul alag lage honge… usne muh khola aur meri jeebh andar… 4-5 minute tak hum dono ek doosre ka ras pee rahe the.
Haath uske boobs pe gaya… bra ke upar se hi dabaya… woh ekdum se ruki, mera haath pakda aur kandhe pe shift kar diya. Maine uski baat maan li… respect diya.
Phir main zameen pe baitha, uski high heel sandal nikali… uska bada toe muh mein liya aur choosne laga… jaise aam chooste hain waise! Dus minute tak pair chooste raha, calf dabata raha… woh upar se bas ‘ahh… ahh…’ kar rahi thi, kamar aage-peeche hil rahi thi… pata hai Banke, agar phone nahi bajta toh aaj woh khud hi mujhpe chadh jaati!”
Banke ne daaru ka glass neeche rakha, excited ho ke bola: “Phir???”
Dara ne badi shaan se bola: “Phone baja… tera hi tha re! Bola ‘gate pe parcel aaya hai’. Maine Menaka ke hoth pe ek lambi si kiss di, uske kaan mein fusa ke bola ‘baad mein poora furniture shift karunga’, aur nikal aaya. Woh couch pe baithi rah gayi, saans phooli hui, hoth laal, aankhein band… bilkul sex ke baad jaisa chehra!”
(Back to Prakash)
Ek ghante baad wapas aaya, 15 minute aur full teenage making out. Phir boobs dabane ki koshish, phir roka.
Maine bola “Ab jao warna log shak karenge.”
“Jo hukum memsaab.”
Darwaza band karke couch pe gir padi… satisfied.
Hope tu gussa nahi.
Love, Menaka
xoxo
Email maine 4 baar padha, lund poora khada. Apne hi living room mein, apne couch pe, buddha watchman meri biwi ko chus raha hai… yeh maine khud set kiya tha!
Agla do din connection gayab. Jab aaya toh koi naya mail nahi. Skype pe ping maara, no reply. Raat ke 3 baje the Mumbai mein. Dimag mein 50 tarah ke scenes chal rahe the – kya ho gaya hoga aage? ?

Email padh ke mera lund itna sakht ho gaya ki cabin mein hi muth maarna pada. Socha tha class difference se issue hoga… ab wohi sabse bada turn-on ban gaya hai. Ab toh bas yeh sochta hoon ki jab ship se wapas jaunga toh shayad teeno milkar kuchh karen ??

Kuch dino baad:
Phone pe baat ho rahi thi, main Honolulu se aur Menaka Mumbai se.
“Dara wala scene kya chal raha hai ab?” Maine seedha attack kar diya.
“Arre pehle beta ka haal nahi poochhega?” Woh has ke boli.
“Chhod na yaar! Bata na kya hua us email ke baad? Choda tune usko ya nahi ab tak?”
“NAHIII!!” Woh zor se chillaayi. “Kitna ganda dimag hai tera!”
“Toh phir?”
“Actually thoda cool-down ho gaya tha.”
“Matlab?”
“Woh zyada demanding ho gaya tha. Email mein jo likha tha uske baad bhi jab mauka milta tha chupke se aata tha, kissing chalti thi. Par uska haath boobs pe jaate hi main hata deti thi. Ek baar gusse mein usne phir se wapas rakh diya. Bas phir jhagda ho gaya.”
“Jhagda?”
“Haan… bola ‘Main koi teenager thodi hoon jo sirf kiss se khush rahunga? Khoon garam hai mera!’ Maine bhi daant laga di, ‘Main shaadi-shuda aurat hoon, itna bada ehsaan kar rahi hoon, apni aukaat mein reh!’ Woh gussa ho ke nikal gaya.”
Shack mein raat ke 2 baj rahe the. Ek hi bulb jal raha tha, laal rang ka. Dara kursi pe baitha tha, haath mein quarter ki bottle, muh laal, aankhein bhi laal. Banke saamne baitha chupchaap sun raha tha.
Dara ne bottle seedha muh se laga ke ek lamba ghoont liya, phir thook diya zameen pe aur gusse mein bola:
“Banke… aaj toh hadd ho gayi yaar! Usne bola tha, ‘sirf kiss tak, boobs nahi’… uske baad bhi har baar mauka milta tha, main chupke se jaata tha, woh bhi sharma-sharma ke saath deti thi… gaal, hoth, gardan… sab kuchh choom leta tha. Par jaise hi haath upar jaata tha, woh haath hata deti! Har baar! Jaise main koi bhikhari hoon!”
Banke chup raha, bas cigarette ka dhuaan chhodta raha.
Dara ne bottle table pe patki aur bolta chala gaya:
“Aaj phir bulaya tha… bola ‘Ayan college gaya hai’. Jaate hi darwaza band, hug, kiss shuru. Main uske hoth choos raha tha, woh bhi mera muh kheench rahi thi… garam saans, kaanp rahi thi poori. Phir jaise hi haath uske boobs pe gaya, phir wahi drama… haath hata diya!
Maine aaj gusse mein uska haath pakda aur zor se wapas boobs pe rakh diya… bola ‘ab bas Menaka! Kitna rokegi?’
Banke ki aankhein thodi badi ho gayi.
Dara ne sar pakad liya:
“Bas phir woh aag baboola ho gayi! Zor se dhakka maara, aankhein laal kar ke boli, ‘Dara, maine kitni baar bola sirf kiss tak? Tu hadd paar kar raha hai! Ab yeh sab band! Bahar nikal ja abhi ke abhi!’
Main bhi gusse mein tha… bola ‘theek hai memsaab, ab kabhi nahi aaunga!’ aur darwaza zor se band karke nikal aaya.”
Bottle khatam kar di Dara ne. Phir dheere se bola, awaaz mein dard aur gussa dono
Banke ne cigarette bhuja di, dheere se bola: “Dada ji… ab kya plan hai?”
Dara ne lambi saans li, aankhon mein ek alag si aag jali:
“Ab plan yeh hai… ab main nahi jaunga. Ab woh khud aayegi.
(Back to Prakash)
“Wah! Phir renga kya wapas?”
“Actually… maine hi stupid move kar diya. Usko manana chahiye tha. Par uska touch itna addict kar gaya tha ki do din baad maine khud phone kar diya, ‘Aa jaao na…’”
“Aur?”
“…sharma rahi hoon bolne mein. Usne samajh gaya ki main haan bol chuki hoon. Is baar jab usne boobs dabaye… sorry… maine nahi roka.”
“Tujhe uski kissing bahut pasand aa gayi na?”
“Arre kissing toh average hai. Patle hoth, laar bahut, jeebh aise atak-atak ke ghumati hai… tu kitna better hai. Bas physical intimacy chahiye hoti hai, kisi garam mard ka sparsh.”
“Toh usne tere boobs pe full attack kar diya?”
“Prakash kitna vulgar bolta hai! Haan… blouse ke upar se zor-zor se masla, pallu hata ke. Bola ‘Memsaab kitne bade-bade aur mulayam hain’. Neck pe kiss karte hue haath neeche le ja raha tha… main geeli ho chuki thi.”
“Phir bhi nahi choda?”
“NAHIII YAAR! Tu fixed ho gaya hai ispe!”
“Phir kya?”
“Blouse ke hook kholne laga. Rokna chahi par neck pe uski moochh aur hoth… willpower gayab. Blouse khula, bra upar, nipples pe ungli se khelne laga. Paanch minute baad alarm baja dimag mein, maine roka. Woh khush ho ke chala gaya.”
Shack mein raat ke 1:30 baje. Ek chhoti si lal bulb jal rahi thi, daaru ki bottle khatam, sirf thodi si tali mein bachi thi. Banke kursi pe baitha tha, pant ke upar se hi apna khada lund daba raha tha… sunte hi sunte control kho chuka tha.
Dara andar aaya, shirt ke button khule hue, gardan pe laal-laal kiss marks, muh pe woh khushi jo sirf jeetne ke baad aati hai.
Banke ne dheeme se poocha, “Dada ji… aaj call aaya tha na?”
Dara ne badi si shaitani hanshi maari, kursi pe dhamm se baitha aur boli shuru:
“Call nahi yaar… woh khud ro rahi thi phone pe… boli ‘Dara please upar aa jao, ab nahi raha jaata’. Main jaate hi darwaza band, usne mujhe khinch ke hug kiya… uska jism kaanp raha tha.
Maine uska pallu ek jhatke mein side kiya… blouse itna tight, DD boobs jaise bahar nikalne ko tadap rahe the. Maine dono haathon se zor-zor se masla… blouse ke upar se hi… aur bola, ‘Memsaab… kitne bade-bade aur mulayam hain yeh… poore haath mein nahi aa rahe!’
Usne sirf siski bhari… ‘ahh… Dara…’
Maine gardan pe kiss karte-karte uski naak se saans le raha tha… uski khushboo, uska pasina… haath neeche jaate hi pata chala… woh poori geeli ho chuki thi, panty bheeg chuki thi.
Phir maine blouse ke hook ek-ek karke khole… woh rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi par meri moochh gardan pe ragad rahi thi, hoth kaanp rahe the uske… willpower gayab!
Blouse khula, bra upar uthaya… uff Banke! Do bade-bade pink nipples khade hue the… jaise do rasbhari aam ke tukde! Maine pehle ungli se gol-gol ghumaya… phir muh mein liya… zor se choosa, kaata, kheench ke chhoda… woh chillayi ‘ahhh… Dara… mar gayi!’
Dono boobs paglon ki tarah dabaye… laal kar diye… nipples muh mein leke kheenchta raha… woh bas ‘haan… haan…’ kar rahi thi, kamar upar utha rahi thi.
Poore paanch minute tak maine uske boobs ko attack kiya… choosa, kaata, dabaya, thappad maare… uska muh khula ka khula reh gaya.
Phir achanak uske phone ka alarm baja (shayad Ayan ke liye rakha tha). Usne ekdum se hosh aaya, haath se dhakka diya aur boli ‘bas Dara… abhi nahi… please jaao’.
Maine uske hoth pe ek zor ki kiss kiya, bra neeche kheechi, blouse bandhwaya aur bola ‘ab agli baar poora kholunga memsaab… panty bhi’.
Woh saans phooli hui, boobs laal, nipples khade… bas dekhti rah gayi.”
Banke ab khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha… pant ke upar se hi lund bilkul khada, saans tez.
(Back to Prakash)
“Itna hi ‘cool-down’ hai?” Maine hans ke poochha.
“Woh toh shuru tha. Agle do-teen sessions mein bhi boobs dabwaye, phir haath neeche le gaya. Maine roka, phir jhagda. Do din se impasse chal raha hai.”
“Phir bhi… topless toh ho gayi uske saamne.”
“Arre topless nahi! Blouse-bra pehne hi rehte hain, bas khol ke side kar deta hai.”
“Hahaha, bada farak hai.”
“Waise ab yeh scene chal raha hai.”
Thodi der chuppi ke baad maine poochha,
“Tu kitni baar muth marti hai ab?”
“PRAKASHHH!”
“Bata na! Uske jaane ke baad 4-5 baar toh karti hi hogi.”
“…haan, 4-5 baar. Har baar uske jaane ke baad.”
“Sirf clit se ya ungli andar bhi?”
“Shut up! Itna detail nahi dungi husband ko bhi!”
Phir maine woh sawal poochha jo dimag mein ghoom raha tha,
“Sessions mein… uska khada hota hai na?”
“Hehe… haan.”
“Aur tujhe feel hota hai?”
“Haan… meri jaangh ya kamar pe ragadta rehta hai.”
“Bada hai?”
“Pata nahi, kabhi bahar nahi nikala.”
“Curious toh hai na?”
“…thoda sa.” Bohot jaldi boli.
Us raat Honolulu mein Bella (Hawaiian hottie) ke saath bhi sex karte waqt dimag mein sirf Menaka aur Dara chal rahe the. Bella ko teesra round chodte waqt bhi aankhen band, bas Menaka ka scene soch raha tha.
Teesra din, finally Skype connect hua. Menaka late aayi, face thoda udas.
“Caved wo?”
“Nahi… thoda complicated ho gaya.”
“Kaise?”
“Do din pehle Ayan ko bus se laya toh dekha Dara apni jhopdi ke paas Vimla se baat kar raha tha, full flirting. Maine andar jaate hue dekha toh usne mujhe ek ghamandi smile di – ‘tu nahi degi toh aur hain’ wala. Phir balcony se dekha, Vimla ne paanch ungli dikhayi, Dara ne sar hilaaya, woh building mein ghusi.”
“Roof pe gaye honge!” Maine bola.
“Shhh! Haan maine bhi wahi socha. Ayan ko sula ke roof pe chupke gayi. Darwaza khula tha. Paani ki tanki ke peeche se awaazein aa rahi thi… jaise choosne ki.”
“Aur dekha kya?”
“Dopahar ke 2 baje, khuli roof pe… Dara deewar se tek ke khada, pant ghutno tak neeche, shirt upar. Vimla neeche baithi uska lund muh mein liye choos rahi thi, salwar pairon mein lati thi.”
“Wah! Tune kya kiya?”
“Gusse se chillayi – YEH KYA HO RAHA HAI? Vimla ekdum se cheekhi, lund muh se nikaala, salwar upar kheench ke daud gayi. Main usko roof se bhaagte dekhti rahi.”
“Dara bhi bhaaga?”
“Nahi… wahi khada raha, lund bahar liye. Pant neeche, shirt pehni hui. Maine uska lund dekha… tera jitna lamba nahi par zyada mota. Woh ghoor raha tha. Maine bhi ghoora. Bola ‘Kya problem hai memsaab? Tumne mana kiya toh maine chhod diya. Ab doosri ko bhi kharab kar rahi ho?’ Maine bola ‘Din ke ujaale mein roof pe yeh sab nahi karte.’ Usne bola ‘Tumhe lecture dene ka right hai kya hamare beech jo kuchh bhi hua uske baad?’ Phir pant upar kheenchne laga par lund bahar hi rakha aur mere paas aaya.”
“DICK OUT HUA HI THA?”
“Haan. Bola ‘Tum bas jealous ho memsaab.’ Maine has ke bola ‘Bakwaas band karo’. Par woh ek foot door khada, lund khada hua beech mein latak raha tha. Meri nazar baar-baar wahan ja rahi thi, 9 saal baad kisi aur ka lund dekh rahi thi. Usne pakad liya, bola ‘Chhoo lo memsaab, tum bhi sharmaati ho neeche ka, main nahi sharmata.’ Maine daanta, ‘Chup karo!’ Tab usne mujhe tanki se satate hue kiss shuru kar diya.”
“Lund bahar hi tha?”
“Haan… meri jaangh pe ragad raha tha. Maine half-hearted dhakka diya, par craving itni thi ki resist nahi kar payi. Kiss karte hue usne bola ‘Chhoo lo na’. Aur… maine chhoo liya.”
“Tu usko muh mein legi kya?” Thoda jal bhi raha tha, Menaka toh mujhe bhi blowjob nahi deti ab.
“Pagal! Bas haath se pakda. Kiss karte hue usne bola ungliyaan lapet do. Maine lapet li. Vimla ke thook se poora geela aur chipchipa tha. Bahut mota tha, ungliyaan poori tarah nahi mil rahi thi. Kuchh minute tak hilati rahi.”
“Full handjob diya?”
“Nahi poora… tabhi roof ka darwaza khula. Hum alag hue. Maine sari pe haath pochha, usne zip band karne ki koshish ki. Dekha toh Banke aa raha tha. Usne bola ‘Dara, Vimla boli tu…’ aur ruk gaya, mujhe dekh ke shock. Meri pallu thodi idhar-udhar, aur meri sari pe Dara ke lund ka pani ka stain… sab samajh gaya.”
“Phir?”
“Main Vimla ban gayi… roof se bhaag ke flat mein aa gayi.”
“HAHAHAHA!”
“Hans mat! Serious hai!”
Phir next day Dara aur Banke dono gate pe khade, dono muskura rahe the. Main darr gayi ki ab toh society mein badnaami ho jayegi.
Shaam ko Dara aaya, bola Banke ne promise kiya muh band rakhega, Vimla ko kuchh nahi bataya. Main nervous thi, usne hug kiya, kiss kiya, couch pe baithaya. Salwar-kurta mein thi, usne kurta utaar diya, bra bhi. Pehli baar poori topless uske saamne. Usne boobs pe itne nishaan bana diye, aaj bhi dikhte hain (cam pe dikha bhi diya).
Phir salwar ka naada khola. Maine roka. Usne compromise diya, ‘Jo kal shuru kiya tha khatam kar do’. Maine haan bol diya.
Usne lund nikala, thoda leak kar raha tha. Maine pakad ke hilane lagi. Right haath thak gaya toh left se. Das minute baad usne mera haath hataaya aur khud hilane laga. Last second mein mera chest target kiya aur… boobs pe jhad gaya.
Main gusse se chillayi, usne has ke dekha. Uthhi toh bhool gayi naada khula tha, salwar neeche gir gayi. Main sirf panty mein uske saamne khadi, meri gaand uske muh ke saamne.
Usne ek second dekha aur phir dono haath se gaand pakad ke kiss karne laga…
Call drop ho gaya. Mera lund pant mein tadap raha tha.


“FUCK! Usne…”
“Ruk, beech mein mat bol. Aur nahi… kuchh zyada extreme nahi hua. Woh bas khushi se kukda aur turant dono haath meri kamar pe panty ke upar rakh diya. Maine bola ‘Chhodo mujhe’ aur jhuk ke salwar uthane lagi. Jhukte hi meri gaand uske muh ke aur kareeb chali gayi. Jaise hi salwar upar kar rahi thi, usne peeche se haath daal ke panty ek jhatke mein neeche kheench di. Meri poori nangi gaand uske saamne aa gayi.”
“Aur?”
“Maine finally side hati, usko jhatka diya, panty-salwar tezi se upar kheench li aur bathroom mein bhaag gayi. Bahut sharmindagi hui. Ab yeh aadmi meri almost poori body nangi dekh chuka tha.”

Shack mein raat ke 12:45 baj rahe the. Laal bulb jal raha tha, daaru ki bottle aadhi khali, Banke ka lund pant mein hi khada tha sunte-sunte.
Dara andar aaya, shirt ke button khule, gardan aur seene pe naye laal nishaan, aankhon mein ek alag si chamak aur badi si shaitani hanshi.
Banke ne dheere se poocha: “Dada ji… aaj toh poora tamasha ho gaya lagta hai?”
Dara kursi pe dhamm se baitha, paani piya aur shuru ho gaya:
“Banke… tune promise kiya tha na, muh band rakhega? Vimla ko ek lafz nahi… aaj jo dekha maine, zindagi bhar yaad rahega.
Shaam ko gaya toh woh darwaze pe khadi thi, bilkul nervous. Maine bola ‘Banke ne promise kiya hai, kuchh nahi bolega’. Usne bas sar hila diya.
Hug kiya, kiss kiya, couch pe baithaya. Pink salwar-kurta mein thi. Kurta utara, bra utari… pehli baar poori topless. Phir wahi DD boobs pe attack… choosa, kaata, laal kar diya… nishaan abhi bhi honge uske mirror mein.
Phir salwar ka naada khola… woh sharma rahi thi. Maine zip kholi, lund bahar nikala… already leak kar raha tha. Usne pakad liya… right haath se hilaane lagi. Thak gayi toh left se. Das minute baad maine uska haath hataaya aur khud tezi se hilane laga… last second mein target kiya uska chest… aur poora maal uske boobs pe, gardan pe, pet pe… sab jagah jhad gaya!
Woh gusse se chillayi, ‘Daraaaa!’… main hans ke dekhta raha.
Uthi toh bhool gayi naada khula tha… salwar neeche gir gayi. Ekdum se sirf black panty mein khadi ho gayi… aur uski gaand… Banke, kya gaand hai yaar! Bilkul badi, gol, creamy… jaise do bade-bade doodh ke balls! Mere muh ke saamne thi.
Maine ek second dekha aur phir dono haath se pakad ke kiss karne laga… gaal pe, bich mein… usne bola ‘chhodo mujhe!’ aur jhuk ke salwar uthane lagi. Jhukte hi gaand aur upar uth gayi… aur kareeb aa gayi mere muh ke.
Jaise hi woh salwar upar kar rahi thi, maine peeche se haath daal ke panty ek jhatke mein neeche kheench diya… poori nangi gaand mere saamne! Bilkul fair, bilkul gol, ek bhi baal nahi… beech mein pink line… uff!
Usne chillaya, side hati, mujhe jhatka diya, tezi se panty-salwar upar kheenchi aur bathroom mein bhaag gayi. Bhaagte waqt uski gaand aise hil rahi thi… left-right, left-right… jaise koi porn movie chal rahi ho!
Banke… Vimla ki gaand toh jaise koi purana tyre hai… flat, kaali, jhulri wali. Aur yeh Menaka ki… bilkul fresh malai! Jab tak zinda hoon, woh scene aankhon se nahi jayega.”
Banke ab khud ko daba nahi pa raha tha… pant ke upar se hi lund ko zor-zor se ragad raha tha.
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(Call continues)
Main screen pe dekh raha tha, Menaka ki hickey wali boobs upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
“Tu yeh sab batate-batate poori geeli ho rahi hai na?”
Woh sharma ke sar hila di.
“Soch raha hoon asli mein kitni geeli hui hogi.”
“Itni nahi.” Usne sar hilaya.
“Haan-haan, bilkul!”
“Sach mein! Jab ho raha hota hai tab toh maza bhi aata hai physical intimacy ka, par guilt aur sharam bhi bahut hoti hai. Upar se Dara ka demanding nature handle karna padta hai. Shuru mein toh kitna gentle-respectful tha, ab din-ba-din besharam aur ghamandi ho gaya hai. Although…”
“Although kya?”
“Agar bilkul sach bolun… toh ek watchman ka mujhe apni sasti cheez ki tarah treat karna… usmein ek alag si gandi maza aa rahi hai. Yeh maza Dinesh jaise kisi classy bande ke saath shayad na aata.”
“Sun Menaka, funny baat hai… mujhe bhi wahi feel ho raha hai.”
“Matlab?”
Main thodi der socha.
“Jab yeh shuru hua tha tab tu sahi boli thi – theory mein cool tha, reality mein jalegi. Sahi tha. Par sirf ‘kisi aur ke saath’ se nahi jala. Mujhe zyada takleef iss baat se thi ki tu minimum-wage watchman ke saath kar rahi hai, hamare class ke bande ke saath nahi. Indian upper-class wala purana prejudice. Par jaise-jaise time gaya… wohi cheez ab sabse zyada turn-on ban gayi hai.”
“Kya? Tujhe meri yeh sab se maza aa raha hai?” Woh hairaan hui.
“Nahi jaanta exactly sexual pleasure hai ya nahi. Bas… yeh taboo element… yeh soch ke lund khada ho jata hai. Aaj hi ek ladki ke saath tha, poora time sirf tera aur Dara ka scene dimag mein chal raha tha.”
Menaka ne ajeeb sa muh banaya,
“Yeh… thoda weird hai. Main toh teri baat ko reluctantly accept karti hoon… tu toh full excited hai?”
“Pehle theoretical indifference tha. Ab jitna zyada sun raha hoon, utna hi lund khada ho raha hai.”
Woh mujhe ghoor ke dekhti rahi, phir boli,
“Pata nahi mujhe creepy lag raha hai ya thank you bolna chahiye.”
“Mujhe bhi nahi pata.”
Dono thodi der chup rahe.
“Toh ab itna aage badh gaya hai… agla step kya soch rahi hai?”
“Matlab?”
“Woh toh obviously aur push karega. Kitna aage jaayegi? Lund muh mein legi? Poora sex kar legi?”
Pehli baar Menaka sharmaayi nahi, bas soch mein pad gayi.
“Pata nahi. Mood toh bahut hai. Par morality, propriety, practicality… biwi hoon, maa hoon. Easy decision nahi hai.”
“Hmm… aise soch: agar tu single hoti, koi baccha nahi, same situation… kitna aage jaati?”
Woh kandhe uchaal ke boli,
“Shayad zyada. Abhi tak toh maine socha bhi nahi tha ki sex itna intense pleasure de sakta hai.”
“Gee thanks!” Maine mazaak mein bola.
“Nahi-nahi-nahi!” Woh ghabra gayi. “Tere saath bhi bahut mazaa aata hai, tu best hai. Bas… meri horizon badal gayi hai, mujhe pata hi nahi tha yeh sab exist karta hai. Hamare family aur society mein ladkiyon ki sexuality ko hamesha daba ke rakha jata hai.”
“Sahi boli.”
“Toh consequences na hote toh pata nahi kitna aage nikal jaati. Par consequences hain.”
“Hmm.”
“Toh jawab yeh hai – mujhe nahi pata. Abhi tak convinced hoon ki aur aage nahi jaungi. Par pehle bhi yahi convinced thi jo limits cross kar chuki hoon.”
“Que sera sera.”
“Exactly.”
“Bas itna kehna hai – cautious rehna.”
“Obviously.” Woh boli. “Waise ab sona hai mujhe.”
“Ruk!” Maine roka. “Kal Honolulu se nikal rahe hain. Philippines tak reliable Skype nahi milega. Double shifts bhi hain. Almost ek hafte tak sirf occasional email update hoga.”
“Okay.”
“Toh promise kar… har roz ek detailed email likhegi, bilkul jaise pichhla wala.”
“Pakka promise.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”

[ShadowRising321]

Email 1
Dearest Prakash,
Tujhe zaroor jaanna hoga Dara ke saath aage kya hua. Jaise tune kaha tha, main sab kuchh full detail mein likh rahi hoon.
Aaj subah Ayan ko bus mein chhod ke wapas aa rahi thi, Dara seedha peeche-peeche chal pada. Lift mein uske saath akela jaane ka idea hi uncomfortable laga… agar koi neighbour dekh lega toh? Maine bola bhi, par usne ignore kar diya. Uski badtameezi ab haad se baahar ho rahi hai. Thankfully lift mein aur floor pe koi nahi tha.
Flat mein ghuste hi usne mujhpe jhapat mara aur jakad liya. Sari pehni thi maine. Maine chhudane ki koshish ki boli “Arre kitchen ka kaam khatam karne de pehle.” Usne gaal pe kiss kiya, boobs ko zor se dabaya aur chhod diya.
Main kitchen mein chali gayi, usne remote uthaya, TV on kiya aur sofa pe baith gaya jaise yeh uska hi ghar ho. Thodi der baad kitchen mein aaya aur mujhe kaam karte dekhne laga.
“Kal zabardast tha,” usne bola. “Aapki gaand ka woh ek jhalak… maine raat bhar Vimla ko teen baar roof pe choda.”
Maine kuchh nahi bola, counter saf kar rahi thi.
“Pata hai aap jealous ho rahi hain usse, par…”
“Mujhe koi jealousy nahi hai,” maine beech mein bola.
“Jealous hona banta hai,” woh bola. “Aap itni gori-chitti, perfect body… woh toh lumpy hai, thodi badsoorat. Uski gaand pe muhanse hain. Aapki gaand jaisi mulayam, creamy aur gol nahi.”
Kaano mein aag lag gayi… itni besharami se meri body ko bakri ka meat bol raha tha.
“Par Vimla chut deti hai, wohi badi baat hai,” woh paas aaya, kamar pe haath daal diya. “Agar aap bhi chut dogi toh promise, sirf aapko chodunga.”
“Pagal ho gaye ho,” maine uska haath jhatak ke haath dhone lagi.
Usne peeche se pakda, deewar se sataya.
“Memsaab itna sharma kyun rahi hain?”
Phir patle hoth mere hoth pe rakh ke zor se kiss karne laga. Sach bolun, main bhi uska touch miss kar rahi thi, jaise hi shuru hua gussa pighal gaya.
Uske haath tezi se pallu neeche, blouse ke hook khol diye, bra bhi. Seconds mein main topless. Left boob ko zor se masla.
“Owww! Itna zor se nahi!”
Usne thoda dheema kiya, par dono boobs masalte raha. Meri jaangh pe uska khada lund ragad raha tha. Mujhe yaad aa gaya ki maine uska lund pakad ke hilaya tha, usne mere boobs pe jhada tha… kitna mota tha tera se. Pata nahi kab maine uski pant ki zip khol di.
“Good girl!” Usne gaal pe thapki maari.
“Ideas mat banao,” maine bola, par tab tak uska lund bahar nikaal chuki thi.
Usne mujhe ghumaya, peeche se dono boobs pakad liye, lund meri right hip pe ragadne laga. Maine peeche haath daal ke uska lund pakad liya aur hilane lagi.
Kuchh minute tak dono ek-doosre ko maza de rahe the. Woh neck pe kiss kar raha tha, nipples se khel raha tha, naakhun se mera pet sehla raha tha… goosebumps aa rahe the. Main uska lund hila rahi thi. Woh beech-beech mein bolta,
“Haath thoda dheela… ab andkos pakdo… ab thoda tez…”
Main trance mein thi. Kitchen mein yeh sab karna bahut ganda lag raha tha par maza bhi aa raha tha. Chut poori geeli ho chuki thi. Jaise hi maine neeche ke baare mein socha uska haath sari ke andar ghus gaya aur tuck nikaal diya.
“YEH KYA KAR RAHE HO???” Maine lund chhod diya.
“Bas sari memsaab… petticoat pehna rehne do, promise.”
Maine wapas tuck karne ki koshish ki par woh tezi se sari khol raha tha.
“Promise?”
“Pakka promise!”
Maine phir uska lund pakad liya. Sari poori neeche gir gayi. Main kitchen mein topless, sirf petticoat-panty mein, watchman ke haathon mein… uska lund hila rahi thi. Soch ke hi geeli ho rahi hoon, tujhe bhi ho raha hoga na?
Sari utar gayi toh usne 2-3 baar chut pe haath le jaane ki koshish ki, maine rok diya. Par kapde ke upar se bhi uska touch bahut maza de raha tha.
“Ummmhhhh… aa raha hai…” usne moan kiya.
Pichhli baar ki tarah usne mera haath hatane ki koshish ki. Is baar maine nahi hataya. Tezi se hilati rahi aur last second mein zameen pe target kiya. Poora kitchen floor pe uska paani gir gaya, thoda sari pe bhi lag gaya.
Jhadne ke baad usne mujhe chhod diya. Maine bra-blouse uthaya.
“Please… thodi der aise hi rehne do na.”
Itna sweetly bola ki main maan gayi. Kapde counter pe rakhe, rag uthaya aur ghutno pe baith ke uska cum saaf karne lagi. Boobs latak rahe the, woh bolta raha “Kitne mast lag rahe hain.” Ek baar gaand pe thappad maara, maine ghoora toh phir nahi kiya.
“Memsaab sari mein toh maza hai, par baar-baar karna ho toh thodi dikkat hai na?”
“Matlab?”
“Utarna-phirna time lagta hai. Salwar-kurta bhi same. Western pehen liya karo.”
“Mere paas zyada western nahi hain.”
“Jo bhi hain, suggestion hai.” Kitchen se nikalte hue bola, “Dopahar mein break pe aaunga. Sari-petticoat utaar ke ready rakhna, time bachega.”
Uski badtameezi dekh ke shock laga.
Dara ke jaane ke baad main nangi bed pe let gayi aur teen baar jhad gayi. Phir neend aa gayi.
Doorbell se uthi, bilkul nangi thi. Yaad aaya usne kaha tha kapde utaar ke rakhna… gussa aa gaya. Sari wapas pehen li aur darwaza khola.
Usne darwaza dhakka maara, andar aaya aur gusse mein bola, “Itna time kyun laga?”
Maine bhi gussa dikhaaya, “So rahi thi. Kya chahiye?”
Woh muskura ke paas aaya, gale lagaya.
“Pata toh hai memsaab kya chahiye. Dogi?”
“Oversmart mat bano,” maine usko jhatka diya.
“Sari kyun pehni? Maine kaha tha topless rakhna.” Pallu kheench diya, main ghoom gayi, 2 layer nikal gaye.
“Dara ruk!” Maine sari wapas lapeti. “Jo marzi bolo, main tumhari baat nahi maanungi. Apni aukaat yaad rakh.”
“Thik hai,” woh sofa pe baith gaya. Maine bhi paas baith gayi.
Usne kandhe pe haath daala, kheencha. Neck pe kiss karne laga. Thodi der mein garam ho gayi toh pallu khud utarne diya. Jaldi se topless kar diya. Par usne lund nahi nikala.
Seedha muh mera muh pe rakh ke kiss karne laga. Practice se kissing mein kaafi better ho gaya tha. Haath bhi boobs pe nahi, ek haath mere sir pe, doosra meri jaangh pe.
Petticoat ke upar se hi sehla raha tha… goosebumps aa gaye. Socha jaangh tak toh theek hai.
Phir bola, “Petticoat utaar doon?”
Maine sar hilaya… par dil se haan bol rahi thi.
“Please na…”
Phir kiss. Maine phir mana kiya… par bahut dheeme se.
“Jo aap nahi chahegi woh nahi karunga.”
Main chup rahi. Uske kandhe pe haath ferne lagi. Phir uska haath meri jaangh se kamar pe gaya, naada kholne laga. Maine uspe haath rakha. 20 second tak aankh mein aankh daal ke dekhte rahe… phir maine haath hata liya.
Usne naada khola, petticoat neeche kheench diya.
“Red panty… nice.” Chhut pe haath le gaya, maine rok diya.
“Wahan nahi.”
“Ok ok.” Phir nangi jaangh pe haath ferne laga. Current laga.
Phir achanak kiss roka, peeche baitha.
“Mere upar aa jao.”
Pata nahi kyun, main uthi aur uske dono taraf ghutne pe ghutne rakh ke baith gayi. Kiss shuru. Usne mujhe zor se jakad liya. Uska khada lund meri panty pe feel ho raha tha. Maine thoda side hui, par abhi bhi jaangh pe ragad raha tha.
Phir maine apna right pair uske pairon ke beech daal diya. Ab meri chut uski jaangh pe perfect fit ho gayi. Aur pata nahi kab… sharam aa rahi hai likhte hue… main khud hi aage-peeche dolne lagi. Dry humping.
Uski jaangh se clit pe pressure pad raha tha… panty aur uski pant ke beech bhi bahut maza aa raha tha. Main moan karne lagi. Dara hairaan tha, pehli baar koi aurat uspe chadh ke kar rahi thi.
Phir woh sambhala, panty ke peeche haath daal ke gaand masalne laga. Main itni garam thi ki rok nahi payi. Ek minute mein hi jhad gayi… zor se moan karte hue uski jaangh pe ragadti rahi.
Jab khatam hua toh uske kandhe pe sir rakh ke hug kiya.
“Interesting tha,” usne bola. “Aisa pehle kabhi nahi dekha.”
“Maine bhi pehle kabhi nahi kiya,” main sharam se bhar gayi.
“My turn,” usne zip kholi, lund bahar.
Main uski jaangh pe baithi, sir uske kandhe pe, usko kiss karte hue lund hilane lagi.
Chala gaya. Maine phir zameen se uska cum saf kiya. Socha agle baar napkin rakhungi.
Aaj itna hi hua.
Thoda darr lag raha hai Prakash. Jo maine khud kiya woh bahut sasta laga. Soch rahi hoon sab band kar doon.
Love you
Menaka

Shack mein raat ke 1:15 baj rahe the. Laal bulb ki roshni mein Dara andar aaya, shirt ke button khule hue, gardan pe Menaka ki laal lipstick ke daag, aankhon mein woh khushi jo sirf jeetne ke baad aati hai.
Banke ne cigarette jalayi aur dheere se poocha: “Dada ji… aaj toh kuchh alag hi hua lag raha hai, itna sharma rahe ho?”
Dara kursi pe baitha, dheemi awaaz mein, jaise koi bada raaz khol raha ho:
“Banke… aaj Menaka memsaab ne khud mujhpe chadh ke apni chut ragad di… pehli baar zindagi mein koi aurat mere upar aisi chadhi hai. Main toh bas hairaan reh gaya!”
Banke ka cigarette haath se girte-girte bacha.
Dara ne scene dohraane laga:
“Jaate hi usne pallu khud side kiya… maine jaldi se kurta-bra utaar di topless kar diya. Par aaj lund nahi nikala maine… bas kiss pe kiss, practice se main expert ho gaya hoon ab. Ek haath uske sir pe, doosra uski jaangh pe… petticoat ke upar se hi sehla raha tha, poori goosebumps aa gayi usko.
Bola, ‘Petticoat utaar doon?’ Usne sar hilaya… par aankhon mein haan thi. Phir ‘please na…’ boli. Maine phir mana kiya, par woh itni dheemi awaaz mein ki sunai hi na di. Maine bola, ‘Jo aap nahi chahegi woh nahi karunga.’ Woh chup… bas mere kandhe pe haath ferne lagi.
Phir maine naada khola… 20 second tak aankh mein aankh daal ke dekhe… usne khud haath hata liya. Petticoat neeche. Sirf red panty mein khadi thi.
Bola, ‘Red panty… nice.’ Chhut pe haath le gaya toh rok diya, ‘wahan nahi.’ Maine maan liya. Bas nangi jaangh pe haath ferne laga… current lag raha tha usko.
Phir main peeche baitha aur bola, ‘Mere upar aa jao.’
Banke… woh khud uthi aur mere dono taraf ghutne rakh ke baith gayi! Kiss shuru. Maine zor se jakad liya. Mera lund pant ke andar se panty pe ragad raha tha.
Phir pata nahi kaise… usne apna right pair mere pairon ke beech daal diya… aur uski chut meri jaangh pe perfect fit ho gayi. Aur phir… khud hi aage-peeche dolne lagi! Dry humping! Panty aur meri pant ke beech clit pe zor-zor se ragad rahi thi… moan kar rahi thi ‘ahh… ahh…’
Main toh bas hairaan… pehli baar koi aurat mere upar chadh ke apni marzi se chut ragad rahi thi!
Phir maine panty ke peeche haath daal ke gaand masalne laga… uski badi creamy gaand mere haathon mein… ek minute mein hi woh jhad gayi! Zor se moan karte hue meri jaangh pe ragadti rahi… poori tharthara gayi, kandhe pe sir rakh ke hug kar liya.
Boli, ‘Interesting tha…’ Maine bola, ‘Aisa pehle kabhi nahi dekha.’ Usne sharma ke bola, ‘Maine bhi pehle kabhi nahi kiya…’
Phir boli, ‘My turn.’ Main zip khola, lund bahar… woh meri jaangh pe baithi hi rahi, sir mere kandhe pe, kiss karte hue lund hilane lagi… aur main jhad gaya. Usne khud zameen se saf kiya… boli ‘agle baar napkin rakhungi’.”

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Email 2
Dearest Prakash,
Tera supportive mail padh ke dil khush ho gaya. Socha tha tu gussa karega. Tera saath hai toh guilt thoda kam ho raha hai.
Par guilt hi is mail ka theme hai. Jo kal kiya uske baad jab dimag theek hua toh khud se ghinn aa gayi. Tujhe likhte waqt bhi zyada ghinn hui. Raat bhar neend nahi aayi.
Subah Ayan ko bus chhodne gayi toh dua maang rahi thi watchman na hon. Par dono the.
Banke muskura-muskura ke dekh raha tha. Dara haath baandhe khada, badi si grin. Maine nazar nahi milaayi. Par side se dekha Dara ne right jaangh upar utha ke thappad maara. Banke hans pada.
Mera muh sharam se laal ho gaya… Dara ne sab bata diya hoga. Usne promise kiya tha muh band rakhega, ab kaise trust karun?
Bus aayi, Ayan ko chhada ke rickshaw pakad liya, Inorbit mall chali gayi. Poora din ghoomti rahi… shopping, book, movie, lunch… shaam ko Ayan ko college se pick kiya, park, Juhu beach, cartoon movie… 10 baj gaye ghar aate-aate.
Dara nahi tha, Banke door baat kar raha tha, hum chupke lift mein ghus gaye. Ayan ko sula ke ab tujhe mail likh rahi hoon.
Kal kya karungi… abhi nahi pata. Aaj normal din bitaya toh thoda better feel ho raha hai.
Love you
Menaka xoxo

Phir suddenly Skype pe online dikhi. 1 AM India time. Maine call maara, do baar disconnect hua.
Phir message aaya:



“He’s here right now. Video-voice nahi kar sakti.”
Main shock:

WTF?????

Phir lambi typing…
Finally message aaya:
Main so rahi thi, baar-baar doorbell baja. Darwaza khola toh Dara khada tha, poora paseene mein (aaj raat bahut garmi hai). Bola neeche ka nal band hai, yahin nahane de do. Maine poochha itni raat ko nahana kyun? Woh muskura ke bola, “Abhi roof pe Vimla ko ek ghanta choda hai, chipchipa lag raha hai.” Paas aaya toh sex ki smell aa rahi thi. Phir bola, “Please memsaab, nahaa loon?” Maine reluctantly andar aane diya.



Chat continues……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Wow, yeh toh bizarre hai. Sach mein excuse nahi tha?
Shayaad excuse hi tha. Par woh sach mein paseene aur sex ki smell se bhara tha. Maine andar aane diya.
Din mein kuchh hua tha kya?
Nahi, kal jaisa hi kiya. Poora din bahar ghumti rahi. Shaam ko wapas aayi toh Vimla ko Dara se baat karte dekha tha, guess karna chahiye tha ki roof pe jaayenge.
Abhi woh paas mein hai?
Nahi, room ke us paar khada apne aap ko ponch raha hai.

Ummm… kya? Maine obvious wala sawal poochha,

Hamare bedroom mein nanga hai???????
Haan.
Kuchh try kar raha hai?
Abhi nahi. Par mujhe dekh ke muskura raha hai.
Menaka, video on kar na? Sirf main dekhunga. Monitor band kar dena taaki usko pata na chale.

Kuchh minute reply nahi aaya. Phir likha,

Sorry, abhi aaya aur fondle karne laga. Maine dhakka de ke bola “Abhi nahi”. Ab nanga bed pe baitha hai. Lund khada hua hai. Thodi nervous feel ho rahi hai.
Video on kar na.
No way. Bahut sharam aa rahi hai.
Please yaar!

Thodi der silence. Phir video on ho gaya.
Pehli cheez jo dikhi – Menaka ka haath screen ke upar se guzra, monitor band kar rahi thi. Phir woh chair pe peeche baithi. Salwar-kurta pehna tha. Uske peeche… Dara… hamara watchman… hamare bed pe bilkul nanga baitha. Uska mota lund uski patli body ke saath bilkul ajib lag raha tha.
“Pati se baat khatam?” usne poochha.
Menaka ne sar hilaya.
Woh utha, screen ki taraf aaya. Menaka ki chair ke paas khada ho gaya, lund idhar-udhar latak raha tha. Usne Menaka ke kandhon pe haath rakha aur massage karne laga,
“Tumhara pati ek number ka chutiya hai jo itni garam biwi ko akela chhod ke gaya. Mere liye toh achha hai.”
Menaka ki aankhen webcam mein hi thi, jaise mujhe hi dekh rahi ho. Face pe tension, uske touch se pareshan.
“Mere pati ke baare mein mat bolo,” woh gusse mein boli.
“Okay sweetheart.”
Dara jhuka aur neck pe kiss karne laga. Menaka ne saans roki aur dhakka diya.
“Mat karo.”
“Kya hua?” woh confused. “Do din ho gaye na.”
Usne Menaka ka haath pakda aur apne lund pe rakh diya. Menaka ki ungliyaan apne-aap lapet gayi, phir sharma ke chhod diya.
“Vimla se raat bhar ka quota poora nahi ho gaya kya?”
Awaz mein jealousy saaf thi. Dara samajh gaya, hans pada,
“Jalal mat karo. Tum bhi wohi paa sakti ho.”
Aur usne kamar aage kheench ke apna khada mota lund Menaka ke gaal pe thap-thap maara.
Menaka ko gussa aa gaya, khadi ho gayi.
“BAHAR JAAO!” zor se chillayi.
“Arre memsaab…” usne manane ki koshish ki. “Dekho yeh kitna excited hai tumhare liye.”
Usne apna lund pakad liya. Menaka ek baar cam ki taraf dekhi, phir neeche lund pe…
Aur screen freeze ho gaya.
“Goddammit!” main chillaya. Connection lost.
Agli 12+ ghante tak koi network nahi. Phir finally phone mila. Maine call kiya.
“Hi honey,” maine bola.
“Hi,” woh udaas awaz mein. “Mujhse nafrat toh nahi kar rahe?”
“Matlab?”
“Jo tune dekha…”
“Asal mein zyada kuchh nahi dekha.”
“Matlab?”
Maine bataya connection kab kata.
“Oh, itni jaldi?” woh thodi soch mein.
“Haan, toh bata kya hua?”
Thodi der chup rahi, phir boli,
“Kuchh khas nahi. Maine nikal diya. Thoda jhagda kiya phir chala gaya.”
“Huh? Phir main nafrat kyun karunga?”
“Woh… kyuki tune kuchh dekha hi nahi. Mujhe sharam aa rahi thi tere saamne kuchh karne mein.”
Uska jawab thoda ajeeb laga. Jhooth bol rahi thi.
“Toh tune usko seedha nikaal diya?”
“Haan.”
“Toh monitor on kyun nahi kiya aur dekha nahi ki main disconnect ho gaya?”
“Kiya tha. Offline dikha,” thodi zor se boli.
Story match nahi kar rahi thi. Par phone pe grill nahi karna chaha. Ab tak sach bolti aayi thi, agar chhupa rahi hai toh wajah hogi. Chhod diya.
“Theek hai. Aage kya?”
Tabhi doorbell baji.
“Honey, jaana padega,” Menaka boli. “Mail karungi baad mein.”
Phone rakh diya.
Main wahan baitha raha, pakka yaqeen tha ki bahut kuchh ho chuka hai… aur aur bhi hone wala hai.

Email 3
Dearest Prakash,
Pehle sorry bolna chahti hoon. Tujhe pata hi hai main phone pe sach nahi bol payi. Jhooth isliye nahi bola ki tujhe dhoka dena tha… bas bolte waqt sharam se mar ja rahi thi. Email mein likhna thoda easy lagta hai. Aage se Dara wali sab baat sirf email se hi karenge.
Ab sach:
Tune bataya connection kab kata. Main chillayi thi “Bahar jao” jab woh nanga khada lund dikha raha tha. Par sach yeh hai ki main bahut garam ho chuki thi… uska nanga ghoomna, lund ka latakna, upar se tere dekhne ka guilt… isliye chillayi. Par meri nazar uske lund pe hi atki thi.
Main haath kamar pe rakh ke khadi thi, woh paas aaya, lund meri jaangh pe ragda, kurta ke upar se boobs dabaye. Do din se touch nahi mila tha, body tadap rahi thi. Kurta utaarne laga toh alarm baja, par maine rok nahi kiya… sharam se mar rahi thi ki tu dekh raha hoga.
Phir usne kandhe pe haath rakh ke mujhe baithne ko bola. Body ne sun liya. Squatting position mein baith gayi. Lund ek inch door muh ke saamne. Ab tak closest look tha. Muh apne-aap khul gaya hairani se… aur usne turant andar ghusa diya.
Main shock ho gayi, gag kiya, peeche hatne ki koshish ki. Par usne sir pakad liya. Lund muh ke andar, gale tak.
Main struggle kar rahi thi – tujhe pata hai mujhe blowjob pasand nahi. Par squatting mein, uske strong haathon se kuchh nahi kar payi. Uska mota garam lund muh mein ragad raha tha – jeebh pe, hoth pe, gaal ke andar. Gag bhi suppress ho gaya. Phir woh muh chodne laga, baal naak mein ghus rahe the.
“Oh wow, kitna sexy muh hai memsaab,” woh haske bola, main balance banane ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Dheere-dheere revulsion chala gaya, muh-jeebh uske lund ki aadat daal gayi. Sharam se bol rahi hoon – mujhe maza aane laga. Jab usne samajh liya ki main struggle nahi kar rahi, usne sir chhoda. Ek minute tak main khud hi muh mein leke chus rahi thi, haath uski jaangh pe.
Phir yaad aaya – tu dekh raha hai! Aur shayad gussa hai ki tere liye nahi karti, uske liye khushi se kar rahi hoon. (Mujhe nahi pata tha tu disconnect ho chuka tha.)
“Ek second,” lund muh se nikaal ke CPU ke paas gayi aur power button daba ke band kar diya.
Isliye maine poochha tha ki mujhse nafrat toh nahi kar rahe. Jab pata chala tune kuchh nahi dekha, maine story badal di kyuki bahut sharam aa rahi thi. Sorry, galat kiya.
Phir jab palti toh woh peeche aa chuka tha. Phir muh mein daal diya.
Ab zameen pe ghutno pe thi, computer ke saamne, uska mota lund muh mein. Ab aadat ho gayi thi. Uske instructions follow kar rahi thi:
“Poora andar le lo gale tak… hoth zor se dabao… ab nikaalo… haan aise… ab jeebh se topi chaato… wah…”
Bra utaar di, topless kar diya. Phir khada kiya, salwar utaar di, sirf panty mein. Bed pe woh late gaya, main side mein elbows aur ghutno pe, panty mein hi uska lund chus rahi thi… hamare bed pe watchman ke saath… bahut sasta feel ho raha tha.
Paanch minute baad lund throb kiya. Muh mein nahi chahiye tha, nikaal ke boobs pe jhadwaya. Is baar normal laga. Vimla ke saath karne ke baad bhi itna saara paani… boobs pe, cleavage mein, bed pe bhi gir gaya.
Woh uth ke baitha, hug kiya, kiss kiya. Main gaand pe baithi, ghutne mod ke. Kiss karte hue uska haath meri chut pe gaya. Do ungliyaan panty ke upar se clit pe ragad rahi thi. Main kaanp gayi.
“Dara nahi!” kiss toda, uska haath rokne ki koshish ki.
“Please memsaab, ab mujhe bhi mauka do.”
“Galat lag raha hai.”
“Panty nahi utaarunga,” phir ragadne laga.
Main lad rahi thi khud se. Geeli thi, garam thi, release chahiye tha. Last boundary tootne ka darr tha. Par har ragad se darr kam ho raha tha. Finally haath hata ke dheeme se boli,
“Okay.”
Woh khushi se pagal ho gaya. Ek haath se boobs pe apna paani faila raha tha, hoth pe kiss, doosra haath panty ke upar magic kar raha tha.
“Vimla ko bahut pasand hai,” bola – jealousy hui.
Index finger clit pe, thumb aur middle finger inner thigh pe panty ke edges trace kar rahe the. Saans tez, main zor se kiss kar rahi thi, uska hoth kaat liya.
Do minute baad middle finger panty ke andar, labia pe direct touch. Main chaunk gayi, uski aankh mein dekha. Woh meri aankh mein. Maine phir kiss shuru kiya, usne samajh liya permission hai. Teeno ungliyaan panty side kheenchi, chut bahar. Dekh ke bola,
“Kitni sundar!”
Ab direct clit pe fingers. Saans phool gayi. Kuchh hi minute mein zor ka orgasm aa gaya. Main uske baahon mein tadap rahi thi. Woh kiss aur kaat raha tha. Orgasm khatam hua toh usne panty wapas chut pe cover kar di.
Release ke baad guilt aa gaya. Uthi, kapde pehnne lagi. Usne bhi kapde pehne aur chala gaya.
Yeh tha jo phone pe nahi bol payi. Maine watchman ka lund muh mein liya, usne meri chut dekhi aur finger se orgasm diya. Aur sirf ek baar nahi – aaj teen baar aur kiya, phone rakhne ke turant baad bhi.
Ab main badi crossroads pe hoon Prakash. Ab bhi sharam, guilt hai ek sadharan gurkha ke saath itna sab karne ka. Par har boundary cross karne se aur zyada involve ho jaati hoon. Ab sirf final frontier bacha hai. Pata nahi ready hoon ya nahi. Par bahut sochti hoon, aur us raat se sapne mein bhi wohi scene aata hai.
Tu hamesha supportive raha, par samajhti hoon agar ab gussa ya ghinn aa rahi ho toh bol de, main sab band kar dungi.
I love you more than life itself.
Love Menaka xoxo

Shack mein raat ke 2:30 baj rahe the. Laal bulb ab bhi jal rahi thi, daaru ki bottle khatam, sirf khali glass pada tha. Banke kursi pe baitha tha, aankhein laal, saans tez. Dara andar aaya, bilkul nanga upper body, gardan se pet tak kiss-marks, boobs ke nishaan, aur muh pe woh badi si shaitani smile.
Banke ne dheemi awaaz mein poocha: “Dada ji… aaj toh poora kaam ho gaya na?”
Dara ne kursi pe dhamm se baitha, paani ka glass ek ghoont mein khaali kiya aur phir dheere-dheere, har detail ke saath shuru hua:
“Banke… aaj Menaka memsaab ne mera lund muh mein liya… hamare hi bed pe… aur phir uski pink chut ko maine ungli se chod diya. Ab bas chut mein lund daalne ki ek baar baki hai.”
Banke ki saans ruk gayi.
Dara ne scene ek-ek karke khola:
“Jaate hi woh computer ke saamne khadi thi, sharma rahi thi. Maine seedha lund nikala, bilkul nanga ghum raha tha. Usne chillayi, par nazar lund pe hi atki thi. Maine paas gaya, lund uski jaangh pe ragda, kurta ke upar se boobs dabaye. Do din se touch nahi mila tha, uska jism tadap raha tha.
Kurta utara, bra utari, topless. Phir kandhe pe haath daal ke baithne ko bola. Woh squatting mein baith gayi, lund ek inch door muh ke saamne. Muh khud-ba-khud khul gaya… aur maine turant andar ghusa diya! Pehli baar uska muh choda… gale tak! Woh gag kar rahi thi, peeche hatne ki koshish, par maine sir pakad liya. Poora muh chodne laga… baal naak mein ghus rahe the.
Pehle usko revulsion tha, par dheere-dheere maza lene lagi. Jab maine sir chhoda, ek minute tak khud hi choosne lagi… jeebh se topi chaat rahi thi, hoth zor se daba rahi thi… bilkul expert ban gayi!
Phir usne computer band kar diya phir palti toh maine peeche se phir muh mein daal diya. Ab ghutno pe thi, bed pe… unke bed pe watchman ka lund choos rahi thi.
Bra-salwar utaar di, sirf panty mein. Bed pe main late gaya, woh doggy style mein lund choosti rahi. Paanch minute baad lund throb kiya… muh se nikaal ke boobs pe jhadwaya. Itna saara paani… Vimla ke saath bhi itna nahi nikalta!
Phir maine usko hug kiya, kiss kiya. Woh meri god mein baithi, ghutne mod ke. Mera haath panty ke upar chut pe gaya… do ungliyaan clit pe ragadne laga. Woh tadap gayi, ‘Dara nahi!’… par maine nahi chhoda.
Finally usne haath hata ke ‘Okay’ bol diya.
Panty side kheenchi… Banke, kya chut hai yaar! Bilkul pink, bilkul clean-shaven, chhoti si, geeli-geeli… jaise gulab ki kali! Maine bola, ‘Kitni sundar!’… phir direct clit pe ungli, teeno ungliyon se ragda… do minute mein hi zor ka orgasm! Poori tharthara gayi, mere baahon mein tadap rahi thi, muh se sirf ‘ahh… ahh…’ nikal raha tha. Orgasm ke baad panty wapas cover kar diya.
Phir guilt aa gaya usko… kapde pehne, main bhi pehen ke nikal aaya.”

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Maine mail padh ke lund pant mein tadap raha tha. Phir reply likha:
Dearest Menaka,
Na gussa hoon, na ghinn. Bahut khushi hai ki tujhe itna maza mil raha hai. I love you more than life itself. Aage jo bhi karna chahe, full blessings hain.
Love Prakash

Agla phone jab mila:
“Hi honey, I love you.”
“I love you too Prakash. Sorry email update nahi kar payi.”
“No problem, mere paas bhi internet nahi tha. Kya naya hai?”
“Abhi thoda slow chal raha hai. Dara aur main phir lad rahe hain,” woh saans bharkar boli.
“Phir se? Tum dono toh jaise hormonal teenagers ho.”
ki fight karte rehte ho, haha.”
“Pata hai. Bas itna cocky aur ghamandi ho gaya hai.”
“Galat bhi toh nahi, ab tak toh uski saari trick kaam kar rahi hain.”
“Sahi boli, par respect toh dikhaye.”
“Is baar kya hua? Ladai isliye ki woh full sex chahta hai aur tu ready nahi?”
“Nahi, bilkul alag aur ajeeb wajah hai,” woh thodi has bhi li.
“Bata.”
“Jaise email mein likha, humne ek aur boundary cross ki – maine uska lund muh mein liya, usne chut dekhi aur finger se orgasm diya. Agle din teen baar repeat kiya.”
“Settings kya thi?”
“Subah college bus chhod ke aayi toh woh aa gaya. Panty tak strip kiya, khud poora nanga. Couch pe finger se orgasm diya, phir maine blowjob diya.”
“Mmmmm… itna casually bol rahi hai, bahut garam lag raha hai.”
“Chup!” woh sharma ke hasi. “Phir shift pe gaya, bola break mein aayega, panty mein ready rehna time bachega. Tabhi tera call aaya tha.”
“Toh jab mujhse baat kar rahi thi, sirf panty mein thi?”
“Haan,” sharma ke. “Phir break mein darwaza khola toh dono itne horny the, darwaze ke andar hi zameen pe sab ho gaya.”
“Swallow karne lagi?”
“Ewwww! Nahi! Har baar body pe hi gira.”
“Okay okay.”
“Teesri baar Ayan aane se pehle bedroom mein. Yeh email mein nahi likha tha bahut sharam aa rahi thi… oh god…”
“Chod diya usne?”
“Nahi.”
“Toh?”
“Main bed pe peeth ke bal, sirf panty mein. Panty side mein kheench ke clit aur chut se khel raha tha. Orgasm aane wala tha, usne poochha panty thodi neeche kar dun better access ke liye? Maine sar hilaya. Chahta toh orgasm jaldi aaye. Usne panty thighs tak neeche kar di.”
“Shit… toh practically nangi!”
“Haan, poori chut uske saamne. Mujhe bahut zyada garam kar diya. Orgasm aaya toh pair upar-neeche karne lagi… aur panty nikal ke ud gayi.”
“Wow!”
“Haan, ab bilkul nangi. Usne khushi se pagal ho ke pair pakad ke faila diye, poori chut aur gaand dekhne laga. Maine sharam se aankhen band kar li aur haath muh pe rakh liye. Kai minute tak aggressively chut aur gaand dabata raha. UltA karke butt crack se khela. Bahut humiliating par bahut erotic bhi.”
“Amazing!”
“Finally maine pair chhuda ke kapde pehnne shuru kiye, Ayan ko lene jaana tha. Woh bhi chupke se kapde pehen ke chala gaya.”
“Ab tak toh sab theek lag raha tha. Ladai kiske baare mein?”
“Agla din shuru hua ek bilkul stupid cheez se. Phir snow-ball ho gaya.”
“Matlab?”
“Agli subah woh aayega soch ke panty mein ready thi. Aaya, hug kiya. Usne hug back kiya aur ek chhota envelope diya.”
“Kya tha usme?”
“101 rupaye. Maine poochha yeh kya hai? Usne… oh god bahut ganda lagega… bola yeh meri ‘choot-dikhayi’ hai.”
“Choot-dikhayi kya hoti hai???”
“Maine bhi gusse mein wahi poochha. Bola jaise muh-dikhayi hoti hai, unke gaon mein choot-dikhayi bhi hoti hai – biwi jab pehli baar pati ke saamne poori nangi hoti hai toh pati shukriya ke taur pe paise deta hai.”
“WHAT???”
“Pata hai! Bahut creepy laga, envelope wapas phenk diya. Usne phir diya bola custom hai. Maine chillaya – pehle toh main teri biwi nahi, aur doosra jo maza le raha hai usko paise phenk raha hai jaise randi ho? Uske bhi ego ko lagi. Bola theek hai biwi nahi, par main bhi toh tere har demand poori kar raha hoon, ek custom kyun nahi maan rahi? Phir purani baatein nikal aayi – Vimla ki jealousy, main tease hoon, uski arrogance… jhagda badhta gaya. Finally woh gusse mein nikal gaya. Ab se aaya hi nahi.”
“Weird hai!”
“Toh ab yahan holding pattern hai. Main intezaar kar rahi hoon ki woh maafi maang ke aaye. Is baar bilkul nahi jhukungi. Sorry bolna usko hai.”



Skype call continues (raw Hinglish, bilkul as it is)
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!!”
Phir thodi family aur random baatein hui aur call khatam.
Par sach bolun, “choot-dikhayi” wali baat sun ke mera lund khada ho gaya tha. Ek aadmi aurat ko chut dikhane ke paise deta hai… kitna ganda aur kitna garam! Par Menaka ko itna bura laga tha toh maine bhi usi taraf support dikhaya.
Jo thodi si video mein dekha aur jo suna, mujhe clear tha – Dara ne Menaka ko poori tarah se apni jeb mein daal rakha hai. Thodi si ego aur sharam ke wajah se kabhi-kabhi rok-ti hai, par yeh rukawat zyada din nahi chalegi. Us gurkha lund ka chut mein ghusna sirf time ki baat hai.

Dara shack mein aakar Banke ko sab batane lagta hai, usne kya kya kiya
1️⃣ Subah – college bus ke baad, 8:35 AM
Menaka ne abhi abhi bus ko bye bola tha, ghar ka darwaza band kiya hi tha ki main side gate se andar ghus gaya. Woh pink cotton saree mein thi, pallu thoda side, pasina se blouse chipka hua, cleavage dikh raha tha.
Jaate hi usne mujhe khinch liya, darwaza lock kiya aur seedha hall mein couch pe dhakel diya. Usne meri pant zip kholi, lund bahar nikala, phir khud saree aur petticoat upar utha ke meri jaangh pe baith gayi… sirf black panty mein. Panty pehle se hi geeli thi, saaf dhabba dikhai de raha tha.
Usne meri jaangh pe apni chut ragadni shuru ki… aage-peeche, aage-peeche… panty aur meri jaangh ke beech clit zor-zor se ragad rahi thi. “ahh… Dara… jaldi… late ho jaunga…” uski saans tez. Main uske boobs blouse ke upar se zor-zor se daba raha tha.
Do minute mein hi woh tadap ke jhad gayi… poori tharthara gayi, meri jaangh pe geela kar diya. Phir neeche baithi, lund muh mein liya aur paagal ho ke choosne lagi… gale tak andar-bahar… hoth zor se daba ke, jeebh se topi chaat-chaat ke. Maine uska sir pakad ke muh chod diya… 4-5 minute mein hi muh se nikaal ke uske cleavage mein jhad gaya. Poora maal blouse ke andar, bra pe, boobs ke beech bhar diya.
Woh saans phooli hui uthi, blouse geela, pallu side, aankhein band… aur boli, “Jaldi jaao… ab dopahar mein break mein aa jaana… panty mein ready rahungi.”
2️⃣ Dopahar – Lunch break, 1:10 PM
Main gate pe knock kiya, darwaza khula hi tha ki Menaka ne mujhe andar kheench liya. Woh sirf white camisole aur red panty mein thi… bra bhi nahi pehni thi, nipples khade dikh rahe the.
Dono itne horny the ki darwaze ke andar hi zameen pe baith gaye. Maine usko peeth ke bal litaya, panty side mein kheenchi aur do ungliyaan seedha chut mein ghusa di. Woh chillayi, “ahh… Dara… jaldi… bas 20 minute hain…”
Tezi se ungli andar-bahar… clit ko thumb se ragad raha tha, doosri ungli G-spot pe. Woh kamar upar utha-utha ke tadap rahi thi… 3 minute mein hi zor ka squirt kar diya… zameen geeli! Phir usne mujhe khinch ke lund muh mein liya… zameen pe ghutno pe baithi, sir pakad ke muh chodne lagi.
Maine uska muh 5-6 minute tak choda… gale tak lund daal-daalkar… phir nikaal ke uske muh pe, gaal pe, boobs pe jhad gaya. Woh saans phooli hui has rahi thi, chehra aur boobs maal se bhare hue.
Bola, “Shaam ko Ayan aane se pehle ek aur baar… bedroom mein.” Usne sirf aankhon se haan bola aur darwaza band kar diya.
3️⃣ Shaam – Ayan aane se pehle, 4:45 PM (bedroom mein)
Bedroom mein ghusa toh Menaka bed pe peeth ke bal leti thi… sirf red lace panty, kuchh nahi upar. Boobs laal, nishaan abhi bhi the subah-dopahar ke.
Maine bed pe chadha, uske pair faila diye, panty side mein kheenchi aur chut pe muh laga diya… 30 second choosa, woh tadap gayi. Phir do ungliyaan andar, tezi se chodne laga.
Orgasm aane wala tha, bola, “Panty thodi neeche kar dun better access ke liye?” Usne sharam se aankhein band kar ke sar hilaya.
Maine panty thighs tak neeche kar di… orgasm aaya toh uske pair zor se upar-neeche hue… aur panty nikal ke bed ke dusre corner mein ud gayi!
Ab bilkul nangi mere saamne… poori gori, pink tight chut, chhoti si gaand. Main pagal ho gaya… pair pakad ke aur faila diye, chut aur gaand ka hole dono dekhta raha. Phir ulta kiya, gaand upar, butt crack mein jeebh daal ke chaatne laga… woh sharam se rone lagi par maza bhi le rahi thi.
Kai minute tak nangi gaand aur chut dono ko masalta raha, kaat-ta raha, chaat-ta raha. Finally Ayan ki bus ki awaaz aayi… usne tezi se kapde pehne, main side gate se nikal gaya.
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Isliye jab teen din baad Philippines coast pe Skype mila toh main excited tha.
15 minute Ayan ke saath baat hui, phir Menaka ne usko sula diya aur topic shuru.
“So… Dara ne chod diya ab tak?”
“Nahi re! Kitne gande ho tum!” woh laal ho gayi.
“Toh at least patch-up toh ho gaya?”
“Not exactly,” usne mysteriously bola.
“Bata na!”
“Jhagde ke baad cold war shuru. Gate pe milo toh nazar chura leti thi, dono intezaar kar rahe the ki doosra pehle bole. Aur Dara ne purana trick shuru kar diya – Vimla se jealousy dilaane ka. Hamesha uske saath ghumta dikhta. Raat ko aur dopahar mein dono roof pe gayab. Ek baar toh dopahar mein lift mein leke ja raha tha mere saamne, jaan-boojh ke.”
“Kaam kiya? Sach bata.”
“Sach mein… do-teen baar mann hua ki jaake bol doon. Par choot-dikhayi wali baat ab bhi takleef de rahi thi. Isliye control mein rahi. Phir mujhe mauka mila badla lene ka.”
“Matlab?”
“Do din pehle dopahar mein shopping se aa rahi thi. Dara dikha nahi. Banke stool pe baitha tha. Mujhe dekh ke bola ek bada parcel aaya hai – woh mixer jo maine online order kiya tha. Haath mein bags the, maine bola upstairs le chalo. Woh leke aaya. Flat mein ghusa, kitchen mein box rakhne laga.”
“Usne kuchh ganda-ganda kiya?”
“Nahi, woh sirf Dara ke saath hota hai. Par nazar chura-chura ke boobs dekh raha tha. Jab box rakha aur utha toh 2-3 second tak khula stare kiya. Tab dimag mein plan bana – agar Dara Vimla se jealousy dila sakta hai, toh main bhi dikha sakti hoon.”
“WHOA! Tune Banke ka lund muh mein liya??” ?
“Nahi re! Main koi sadak-chhap randi nahi hoon jo har lund choos leti hoon. Par usko use zaroor kiya. Chai banane ko boli aur bedroom mein change karne chali gayi… darwaza aadha khula chhod ke.”
“Aha! Peep show?”
“Thoda sa. Dheere-dheere sari-petticoat utara. Mirror mein dekh rahi thi – Banke dheere-dheere darwaze ke paas aa raha tha. 6 feet door ruk gaya, poora view tha. Blouse-panty mein thi. Usne mujhe dekha toh aankhen nikal aayi. Mujhe ekdum wild feel hone laga. Plan sirf itna hi tha, par andar se awaaz aayi – aur dikhao. Maine jaldi se blouse bhi utaar diya. Kuchh second underwear mein khadi rahi, poora body dikha diya.”
“Wah! Woh andar nahi ghus aaya?”
“Thodi si darr bhi thi.”
“Darr ya ummeed?” ?
“Chup!” woh hasi. “Waise main salwar-kameez pehnne wali thi. Par uski jagah woh black pleated skirt jo tune gift ki thi pehni aur ek top.”
“Cleavage?”
“Nahi zyada. Par top pehen ke nikli toh Banke kitchen mein wapas daud ke khada ho gaya jaise kuchh hua hi nahi. Dining chair ke peeche kamar chhupa raha tha – ek jhalak mein samajh gayi lund khada ho gaya hai. Chai banayi, awkward silence tha. Maine poochha shaadi-shuda hai? Bola nahi. Girlfriend? Bola nahi. Phir sharma ke bola, “Kabhi-kabhi…” Maine poochha kabhi-kabhi kya? Bahut laal ho ke bola, “Kabhi-kabhi Dara Vimla ko share kar deta hai.”
“Sach mein?”
“Mera muh laal ho gaya. Kuchh nahi boli. Phir woh bola, “Memsaab, aap aur Dara lad rahe ho?” Socha haan bol dungi, par gusse mein boli, “Matlab?” Woh darr gaya, sorry bola. Maine zor se bola, “Dara kuchh bhi nahi hai, jo suna hai jhooth hai. Aur Dara mera maalik nahi hai.” Woh nervous hua, sar hilaya. Chai di, living room mein baithi, woh paas zameen pe baitha.”
“Ab bhi nervous tha?”
“Haan, par meri nangi taange ghoor raha tha. Maine thoda pair hilaya, thighs ki jhalak di. Dekha woh muh khul gaya, gala sukha.”
“Ab toh kuchh karega na?”
“At least move banaye. Plan yeh tha ki thoda fondle karne doon phir sharma ke bhejungi. Dara ko jalegi.”
“Hua?”
“Us din… nahi.”
“Par finally hua na?”
“Haan,” woh sharma gayi.
“Kab?”
“Agla din. Is baar maine poora plan karke usko phasaya,” woh hasne lagi.
“Kaise?”
“Dopahar mein balcony pe khadi thi, dekha Dara Vimla ke saath compound mein ghum raha tha. Mujhe dekh ke smile di aur jaan-boojh ke Vimla ki gaand dabaya. Vimla ne bhi mujhe dekha aur sharma gayi. Dono haath pakad ke compound se bahar chale gaye, Dara baar-baar meri taraf dekh raha tha. Mujhe aur gussa aa gaya – ab toh badla lekar rahna hai.”
“Phir Banke ke saath kya kiya?”
“Pehli baar underwear dikha diya aur taange, par woh sharma gaya ya Dara ka darr tha. Is baar thoda aage badhna tha. Gate pe jaake boli kuchh samaan roof shelf se neeche karna hai, ladder leke aao. Woh haan bola aur store room se ladder leke aaya.”
“Oho, samajh gaya! Kya pehna tha?”
“Hehe, wohi black skirt aur top. Aur mazaa dene ke liye ghar aake bra utaar di aur top wapas pehen liya.”
“Wah!”
“Hehe, top toh modest hai par bra nahi thi toh…”
“Haan jaanta hoon, tere bade-bade boobs kapde phaad ke bahar aate honge.”
“Shhhh Prakash, itne gande words!” woh sharma ke boli.
“Chal aage bata.”
“Kuchh minute mein Banke ladder leke aaya. Door se hi uski aankhen nikli jaise – bra nahi thi, nipples khade the, top se saaf dikh rahe the. 2-3 second tak stare kiya, phir nervous hoke meri taraf dekha. Maine offended act kiya aur bedroom mein le gayi.”
“Seedha bedroom!”
“Chup! Shelf wahi hai na.”
“Aur bed bhi.”
“Tum nahi sudhroge,” woh hasi. “Banke ne ladder lagaya. Bola main chadhunga, par maine bola nahi main jaanti hoon kahan hai, tum ladder pakdo. Woh nervous hua, haan bola.”
“Aur show shuru?”
“Haan thoda sa. Ladder pakda, main chadhne lagi – jaan-boojh ke uske bilkul paas se, boobs uske kandhe se touch ho rahe the. Woh kaanp utha. 3-4 seedhi chadhi, already shelf tak pahunch gayi thi. Neeche dekha – Banke skirt ke andar taange ghoor raha tha. Bahut exposed feel hua, par himmat aayi. Aur do seedhi chad gayi – ab skirt ka hem uske sir ke upar tha.”
“Panty ka colour?”
“Laal.”
“Mmmmmm.”
Main aankhen band karke soch raha tha – meri sharmili biwi ladder pe itna upar, nangi cream colour ki taange, skirt ke andar laal panty mein gol-gol gaand… Banke ke muh ke bilkul upar. High-class housewife itni besharami se watchman ko apna sab dikha rahi hai… lund pant mein tadap utha.
“Wahan upar ruk gayi, bags-trunk mein dekhne lagi. Ek-do baar neeche dekha – Banke seedha panty mein ghoor raha tha. Jaise hi nazar mili, sharma ke side ho gaya.”
“Uska muh laal, teri gaand laal.”
“Hehe. Thodi der baad do cheezein uthayi aur usko di. Phir neeche utarne lagi. Uske chehre pe disappointment saaf tha. Asli plan yahi tak tha. Par utarte waqt uski body ki garmi feel hui, muscular baahen dekhi… aur ekdum se plan badla. Jab last se doosri seedhi pe thi, maine jaise slip kiya aur peeche gir gayi. Usne turant baahen faila ke mujhe pakad liya.”
“Tu toh badi chudail ban gayi hai!” main hairaan.
Woh phir sharma gayi.
“Weight se woh do kadam peeche hua. Uski baahen meri kamar pe. Jab ruka, meri peeth aur gaand uske seene aur lund se chipki hui thi. Turant ek sakht cheez skirt ke andar se gaand pe chubhi – lund khada tha. Aur size se laga bahut bada hai.”
“Phir usne haath daala?”
“Pehle nahi. Kuchh second aise hi raha. Uske garam saans kaan pe lag rahe the. Maine darr-darr ke bola, “Sorry, slip ho gayi.” Usne “hmm” kiya aur dono haath upar karke top ke upar se boobs pakad liye. Saath hi kamar aage kheench ke lund aur zor se gaand pe ragda. Maine sharma ke bola, “Banke… yeh kya kar rahe ho?” Par haath nahi hataya. Usne top ke upar se bra-less boobs masalne shuru kar diye. Jab samajh gaya main resist nahi kar rahi, mujhe ladder se sata diya. Left haath boobs pe, right haath skirt ke andar – inner thighs sehlaane laga, phir panty ke upar chut pe haath rakh diya. Tab andaar alarm baja, maine dhakka diya. Woh peeche hata. Maine rehearsed line maari, “Banke, main shaadi-shuda aurat hoon.” Woh darr ke bola, “Sorry memsaab, bas mood mein aa gaya.” Maine gusse ka acting kiya, “Jao yahan se!” Woh ladder uthaya aur daud ke nikal gaya.”
“Tune toh us bechare ke saath bahut bura kiya!”
“Hehe, shayad. Par plan toh tha Dara ko jalana.”
“Phir kya hua?”
“Abhi tak kuchh khas nahi. Dekhte hain aage kya hota hai.”
Phir baaki baatein hui aur call khatam.



Ab Menaka ne poora game ulta kar diya.

Shack mein raat ke 11:30 baje. Dara kursi pe baitha daaru pee raha tha, gusse mein Menaka aur 101 rupaye ki baat kar raha tha. Banke saamne baitha tha, paseena abhi bhi nahin sukha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, lund abhi bhi adha khada.
Dara (gusse mein): “Aaj dopahar mein roof shelf ka kaam tha na? Menaka memsaab ne bulaya tha tujhe? Kya kiya tune?”
Banke ne sar neeche kiya, jhooth taiyar tha, bilkul safe wala jhooth:
“Dada ji… bas ladder leke gaya, shelf se do purane bags neeche kiye… memsaab ne jeans aur T shirt pehna tha……..… maine bas dekha aur aa gaya. Woh bhi gusse mein thi, bola ‘jaldi karo aur niklo’. Bas itna hi.”
Dara ne glass table pe patka: “Aur kuchh nahi? Haath nahi lagaya?”
Banke (sar hila ke): “Bilkul nahi dada ji… maine toh bas ladder pakda aur nikal aaya.”
(Dara ko Banke par shak hone lagta hai)

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Dara jitna bhi try karta – gate pe khada muskuraata, “Memsaab” bolta, nazar milane ki koshish karta – Menaka bilkul andekha kar deti thi.
Jaise woh hawa mein hai, Menaka ki nazar uspe padti hi nahi.
Subah college bus ke time

Menaka bilkul jaan-boojh ke sabse tight sari pehenti – low waist, petticoat itna neeche ki navel se 3 inch neeche tak nanga pet.
Pallu loose chhodti taaki chalte waqt bar-bar side ho jaaye, bra aur cleavage dikhe.
Dara gate pe khada hota, aankhen nikaal ke dekhta, lund pant mein ubhar jaata… par Menaka seedha uske paas se guzar jaati, ek baar bhi side nahi dekhti.
Bus jaane ke baad jab palat-ti hai toh gaand ka extra swing deti hai… Dara ki saans ruk jaati hai, woh dono haath se pant ke upar se lund ko daba leta hai.

Shaam ko grocery se wapas

Haath mein bags, pasina se sari chipki hui, nipples saaf dikh rahe…
Dara gate kholne ke liye daudta hai, “Memsaab, main le leta hoon” bolta hai.
Menaka cold voice mein, “Nahi zaroori,” bol ke nikal jaati hai.
Chalte waqt gaand itni zor se matak-ti hai ki Dara wahi khada reh jaata hai, muh khula, lund pant mein tadap raha.

Lift mein agar saath aa jaaye

Dara andar ghus jaata hai, mirror mein Menaka ke boobs aur gaand ko ghoorta rehta.
Menaka bilkul side ko muh karke khadi ho jaati hai, ek shabd nahi bolti.
Dara ki saansein tez, lund khada… par Menaka neeche utar ke chal deti hai jaise kuchh hua hi nahi.

Balcony mein khadi ho toh

Menaka jaan-boojh ke dopahar mein kapde sukhaane aati hai – chhoti si top aur skirt ya short nighty.
Dara neeche chair pe baitha hota hai, nazar upar gadhi rehti hai.
Hawa chalti hai, pallu ud jaata hai ya skirt thodi upar… Menaka dheere se theek karti hai par jaanti hai Dara dekh raha hai.
Kabhi jaan-boojh ke jhuk ke kapde uthati hai taaki gaand poori shape mein dikhe… Dara ki jeebh bahar aa jaati hai.

Raat ko 11-12 baje jab building sona shuru ho jaata hai

Dara roof pe akela baitha cigarette peeta rehta hai, dimag mein sirf Menaka…
Sochta hai – “Ek baar toh bas haath laga doon… yeh besharam sari wali gaand faad doonga.”

Par Menaka ne poora control le liya hai.
Dara din-ba-din bechain, gussa, horny… teen din se haath bhi nahi laga paya.
Lund roz khada rehta hai, raat ko jhopdi mein let ke mutthi maarta hai aur Menaka ka naam leta hai.
Aur Menaka ko poora pata hai –
Jab bhi woh Dara ke paas se guzarti hai, uski nazar uski aankhon mein nahi, uski jaangh pe hoti hai – jaise bol rahi ho,
“Ab tadap… ab dekh kitna dum hai tere andar.”



Ek subah Menaka ne poora attack kar diya.
Ayan ko bus mein chhod ke wapas aayi toh uska look dekh ke Dara ke hosh ud gaye:

Skin-tight black Nike yoga pants – poori gaand ka perfect shape, har curve ubhara hua, crotch mein camel-toe saaf dikh raha tha.
Chhota sa grey tank top – bra nahi pehni thi, nipples khade-khade poke kar rahe the, side-boob aur under-boob dono dikhai de rahe the.
Baal khule, chashma laga ke, earphones daal ke jaise gym ja rahi ho… par jaanti thi Dara dekh raha hai.

Gate pe Dara khada tha.
Jaise hi Menaka paas aayi, uska muh khula reh gaya.
Aankhen yoga pants mein bandhi hui gaand pe, phir upar nipples pe… lund ek second mein pant mein ubhar gaya, itna mota ki saaf dikh raha tha.
Menaka bilkul usko ignore karti hui paas se guzri, jaan-boojh ke hips extra swing karte hue.
Gate ke bilkul paas se guzarte waqt usne dheere se apni gaand ko thoda peeche kiya taaki Dara ke haath se 2 inch door se guzar jaaye… Dara ka haath apne-aap aage badha par Menaka nikal gayi.
Lift mein chadhne lagi toh Dara peeche-peeche daud ke aaya, “Memsaab… ek minute…”
Menaka ne earphone nikaala, cold voice mein, “Kya hai?”
Dara ki awaaz ladkhadayi, “Memsaab… jo bhi hua… sorry… maaf kar do… galti ho gayi…”
Uske muh se sorry nikal raha tha, par aankhen Menaka ke nipples aur camel-toe pe hi thi.
Menaka ne ek second tak usko dekha, phir dheere se muskuraayi – ek aisi smile jo bol rahi thi “Abhi nahi, tadap aur”.
Phir earphone daal ke lift mein ghus gayi, darwaza band hone se pehle ek baar peeche mud ke apni gaand ko haath se thapthapaya jaise bol rahi ho – “Yeh abhi nahi milegi”.
Dara wahi gate pe khada reh gaya, lund pant mein tadap raha, haath se daba-daba ke, aankhon mein paagalpan.
Dopahar mein balcony pe aayi – wohi yoga pants aur tank top.
Dara neeche chair pe baitha tha, jaise hi Menaka dikhi usne turant khada ho gaya.
Menaka ne jaan-boojh ke stretch kiya – haath upar, tank top aur upar chadha, poora flat stomach aur under-boob dikh gaya… phir side bend kiya taaki gaand yoga pants mein aur tight ho jaaye.
Dara ki saansein tez, muh khula… usne haath jod ke “Memsaab please…” ishara kiya.
Menaka ne side se dekha, ek ungli se “no” ka sign banaya aur andar chal gayi.
Shaam ko grocery se wapas aayi – abhi bhi wohi yoga pants aur tank top, paseena se chipke hue, nipples aur camel-toe aur saaf.
Dara gate kholne daud ke aaya, “Memsaab… maafi… sach mein sorry…”
Menaka ne bags uske haath mein thama diye (pehli baar touch kiya), dheere se uske kaan mein boli,
“Abhi nahi… thodi aur tadap lo.”
Phir bags wapas liye aur gaand matkaate hue nikal gayi.
Dara raat bhar jhopdi mein pada raha… lund haath mein, Menaka ki yoga pants wali gaand aur nipple wale boobs dimag mein… teen baar mutthi maari par sukoon nahi mila.
Ab har din woh sirf ek hi cheez bolta hai – “Memsaab… maaf kar do…”
Aur Menaka har baar muskura ke “Abhi nahi” bol ke nikal jaati hai… jaise keh rahi ho –
“Jab tak main na kahun, tab tak sirf dekh sakte ho… haath bhi nahi laga sakte.”



Raat ke 12:30 baje.
Building bilkul sona shuru ho chuka tha. Sirf compound ki ek light jal rahi thi, baaki sab andhera.
Menaka chupke se balcony mein aayi.
Wahi black Nike yoga pants aur grey tank top… paseena ab sukha hua tha, par fabric ab bhi body se chipka hua tha, nipples saaf dikh rahe the.
Dara neeche gate pe akela baitha cigarette pee raha tha, dimag mein bas Menaka.
Upar dekha toh Menaka balcony ki railing pe haath rakh ke khadi thi, seedha uski taraf muh karke.
Dara turant khada ho gaya, cigarette phenk diya, haath jod liye.
Menaka ne ek ungli se “shhh” kiya aur dheere se muskuraayi.
Phir usne jaan-boojh ke stretch kiya:

dono haath upar uthaye, tank top poora upar chadha gaya… poora flat stomach, under-boob aur side-boob dikh gaya.
phir side bend kiya, yoga pants mein gaand ekdum gol aur tight ho gayi, crotch camel-toe aur saaf.

Dara ki aankhen nikal aayi… lund pant mein ek second mein khada, itna zor se ki pant ke upar se shape dikh raha tha.
Menaka ne dheere se railing pe peeche mud gayi, dono haath railing pe rakh ke thoda jhuk gayi… gaand poori tarah se ubhar gayi, yoga pants mein jaise do perfect gol balls dikhai de rahe hon.
Dara ne apna lund pant ke upar se zor se dabaya, muh khula reh gaya.
Menaka ne ek haath peeche le jaake apni gaand pe dheere se thapki maari… phir do ungliyaan V shape mein banayi aur gaand ke beech mein rakha (jaise bol rahi ho “Yahin daal sakte ho… par abhi nahi”).
Dara pagal ho gaya… dono haath se apna lund daba raha tha, muh se dheemi awaaz nikal rahi thi “Memsaab… please… maaf kar do… bas ek baar…”
Menaka ne palat ke usko dekha, hoth pe ungli rakhi “shhh”, phir dheere se tank top ko thoda upar uthaya… nipples ek second ke liye dikh gaye, phir wapas neeche kar diya.
Dara ab bilkul pagal… ghutno pe baith gaya, haath jod ke rone laga jaise “Memsaab… mar jaunga… bas ek baar chhoo lene do…”
Menaka ne ek flying kiss diya, phir apni gaand ko dono haath se pakad ke zor se dabaya (jaise bol rahi ho “Yeh abhi bhi meri hai”), aur dheere se andar chal gayi.
Balcony ki light band.
Dara wahi zameen pe baitha raha… lund pant mein tadap raha tha, haath se ragad raha tha, aankhon mein paagalpan…
“Memsaab… ek baar… bas ek baar…” bas yahi bak raha tha.
Aur Menaka andar jaake bed pe let gayi, chut mein ungli daal ke khud jhad gayi… sochte hue ki Dara abhi neeche kitna tadap raha hoga.

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[ShadowRising321]

Agla ek-do din main port ka kaam aur Manila mein Lucy ke saath ek raat guzarne mein busy raha. Menaka se baat nahi ho payi. Par dimag mein bas wahi chal raha tha. Ek watchman ke saath itna kuchh ho gaya tha, upar se Banke ko bhi tease kar diya. Aur mujhe lag raha tha ki Banke wala game sirf Dara ko jalane ke liye nahi tha. Banke jawan, strong, lambaa… Dara ka bilkul opposite. Physical attraction mein Menaka ka dil uski taraf bhi zaroor jhuk raha hoga.
Aur sabse badi tension – 10-12 din baad main ek mahine ki shore leave pe ghar aa raha tha. Ab tak “pati door hai” ke excuse se sab chal raha tha. Mere saamne yeh sab kaise hoga? Main include ho jaun? Ya Menaka band kar degi? Ya main cuckold ban ke sab dekhunga? Bahut saare sawal.
Phir agle din Manila se wapas cabin mein aaya toh Menaka ka ek bahut lamba mail pada tha.
Dearest Prakash,
Pichhle do din se Skype aur call try kiya par tu busy tha. Bahut kuchh ho gaya. Tu jaanta hai, jab baat complicated ya sharmindagi wali hoti hai toh email mein hi likh paati hoon. Bolte waqt sharma jaati hoon.
Jis din maine Banke ko ladder pe panty dikhaayi aur usne feel kiya, uske agle din kuchh nahi hua. Thoda brake lagaya tha, risk bahut bada tha aur Dara ke saath bhi dekhna tha kya hota hai. Socha Banke ne Dara ko bataya hoga ya nahi. Ghar se zyada nahi nikli.
Par agle din sab badal gaya.
Subah Ayan ko bus tak chhodne gayi toh Dara gate pe gusse mein khada tha. Socha jealousy kaam kar gayi. Paas se guzri toh dheeme se bola, “Baad mein baat karni hai.”
Maine ignore kiya. Wapas aayi toh Dara ab bhi wahi, haath kamar pe. Paas mein Banke khada, muh latka hua, gaal pe nishaan.
“Memsaab, baat karni hai,” Dara ne gusse se bola.
“Mujhe kaam hai,” maine attitude se bola.
“ABHI!!” usne zor se bola aur Banke ka kaan pakad ke zor se nochaa.
“Theek hai, kya hai?”
“Yahan nahi,” woh palta aur shack ki taraf chala gaya.
Hum dono peeche-peeche. Shack ke andar ghusi toh hairaan – itna chhota sa 10×8 ka kamra, do patle gande mattress, box, bartan. Kaise rehte honge dono?
“Kya hai? Time nahi hai mere paas,” maine haath baandh ke bola.
Dara ne darwaza band kiya, kulfi lagayi, paas aaya aur bola,
“Banke aur tumhare beech kya chal raha hai?”
Banke zameen ki taraf dekh raha tha.
“Matlab?” maine anjaan banne ki koshish ki.
“Hum ladte hain toh tum is haramzaade se chut marwa rahi ho?”
“DARA!!” main chillayi. “Aise baat nahi karoge tum mujhse.”
“Bas jawab do.”
Main chup. Dara aur Banke ko ghoor rahi thi.
“Usne kya bataya?”
“Kuchh nahi. Isliye thoda pit bhi diya,” Dara bola.
Tab samajh aaya gaal pe nishaan kyun.
“Toh phir?”
“Dekho kya mila iske phone mein.”
Usne Nokia nikala, screen khola aur mere saamne kiya.
Main shock ho gayi – ladder wale din ka upskirt photo, meri nangi taangein aur laal panty. Do aur photos bhi.
“Friend ne bheja hai bolta hai. Par itne din teri iss gaand ke beech mein raha hoon, pehchaan gaya. Teri hai na?”
“Yeh… yeh main nahi hoon,” maine jhooth bola.
“Sach mein?” woh hasa.
“Main ja rahi hoon,” main palti, darwaza kholne hi wali thi ki Dara ne baah pakad ke kheench liya.
“Nahi hai tu randi?” ek haath kandhe pe, doosra kurta ke andar.
“Dara kya kar rahe ho?” main chhudane lagi.
Banke ne ek kadam aage badhaya toh Dara chillaya, “Hila mat warna aur maar khaayega.”
Main lad rahi thi par uski taakat ke aage kuchh nahi. Usne salwar ka naada khol diya.
“Dara chhod do!”
“Theek hai,” usne chhod diya.
Main zor se dhakka de rahi thi, achanak gir gayi. Salwar pairon mein latak gaya. Ghutno aur haathon ke bal giri. Dara ne peeche se kameez upar uthayi, ek pair meri peeth pe rakh diya. Blue panty mein gaand dono ke saamne.
“Ab matching karte hain.”
“Dara!” main chillayi, par shack piche ki taraf tha, kisi ne nahi suna.
Uthne ki koshish ki, uska pair zor se dabaaya, muh bhi zameen pe. Phone ek haath mein, photo dekh raha tha.
“Gol taangein… perfect match. Yeh gaand ka curve… same,” usne taangein aur gaand pe haath ferte hue bola.
“Please chhod do,” main rone lagi.
“Ab kya sharma rahi ho memsaab? Tumhe toh yahi pasand hai na, garibon ko dikha-dikha ke tadpana. Aur yahan toh apne hi log hain.”
“Dara suno… DARAAA!!”
Main chillayi kyunki usne panty andar se kheench ke neeche kar di. Poori nangi gaand aur chut Banke ke saamne. Banke ki aankhen nikal aayi.
“Problem kya hai? Hum dono ne toh pehle bhi dekhi hai,” usne zor se do thappad maare.
“Usne nahi dekhi,” main ro rahi thi.
“Ab bhi jhooth?” ek aur zor ka thappad.
“OUCH!! Nahi jhooth nahi. Usne sirf photo tak dekhi hai.”
Dara ne Banke ki taraf dekha, woh sar hilaaya.
“Sharm ki baat hai. Par tu toh har kadam pe mehnat karwati hai.”
Ek aur thappad. Gaand jal rahi thi.
“Main toh mehnat kar chuka hoon, iss gharwali se randi banaya hai. Tu last minute aake maze nahi le sakta Banke. Maine sab detail bataye the maza lene ko, tere liye nahi ki tu meri conquest cheen le.”
Main chup sun rahi thi. Sharmindagi aur garami dono saath mein. Kuchh bol nahi payi. Waise hi ghutno pe rahi, gaand aur chut dono ke saamne.
“Sorry bhaiyya,” Banke bola. “Tum jaante ho main kitna respect karta hoon. Vimla ke saath bhi sirf permission se. Memsaab ne khud phasaya.”
“Detail mein.”
Dara ne chut pe haath rakh ke ragadne laga. Banke ne sab sach bata diya – change dekhna, ladder, bra nahi, feel karna. Main dhyan nahi de rahi thi kyunki Dara clit pe ungli chala raha tha. Kai din se touch nahi mila tha, body tadap rahi thi. Saans tez, gaand khud hilne lagi.
“Sach hai?” Banke khatam karne ke baad Dara ne poochha.
“MAT ROKO!” main zor se chillayi. Orgasm aane wala tha, usne haath hata liya.
“Sach hai?” zor se thappad.
Maine khud ungli lagane ki koshish ki, usne pakad liya.
“Please… finish kar do…”
“Itni jaldi nahi. Agar sach hai toh saza milegi, reward nahi.”
Main haari, saans chhod di.
“Haan.”
Dara mere saamne aaya, ghutno pe baitha, chin upar uthayi.
“Aur yeh sab Dara ko jealous karne ke liye?”
Main chup, nazar neeche – jawab de diya.
“Banke jaise garib ko pawn banane mein sharam nahi aayi?”
Hypocrisy ki hadd, main bhi gusse mein uske saamne ghutno pe seedhi hui,
“Aur tumhe Vimla ko pawn banane mein sharam nahi?”
“Vimla pawn nahi. Hum dono ko pasand hain ek-doosre ko. Tumse pehle se chal raha hai,” usne bilkul aankh nahi jhapkai. “Jealous tum ho usse.”
“Mujhe koi jealousy nahi.”
“Jo bhi ho, Vimla aur mera relation hai. Tum aur main? Tum toh mujhe naukar samajhti ho. Sirf apni marzi chalati ho. Main bhi insaan hoon, feelings hain.”
“Toh sirf isliye ki maine sex nahi diya?”
“Nahi! Sex chahiye zaroor, par respect bhi karta hoon. Force nahi karunga. Par baaki sab bhi sirf tum decide karti ho. Vimla ke saath barabari hai. Tum memsaab ban ke mujhe ehsaan karti ho.”
Main shock ho gayi. Sach mein main usko use kar rahi thi. Main hi asli mind games khel rahi thi.
“Okay,” main kandhe jhuka ke boli.
“Okay matlab?”
“Hum relationship mein hain. Tumhe barabar ka darja doongi.”
“Toh hum relationship mein hain?” usne eyebrows uthayi.
“Haan.”
“Kaisa relationship?”
“Lovers.”
“Acha!” usne kheencha aur kiss kiya.
Do minute naram kiss, gaand pe haath, lund pant ke andar se chut pe ragad raha tha. Phir kurta utaarne laga. Main bhi madhosh, haath upar kar diya. Bhool gayi kahan hoon, kiske saath, Banke dekh raha hai. Sirf bra mein uske baahon mein.
Phir usne kiss toda,
“Memsaab… darling… mujhe aur apne dost ko chai pila dogi?”
“Kya?”
“Please darling, lover aur uske dost ko chai.”
“Yahan?”
“Haan, hot plate hai, sab kuchh hai.”
“Okay…” main confused.
Panty pehnne lagi toh bola,
“Aise hi. Bas bra mein. Apni lover ki body dekhna chahta hoon.”
Sharma ke “okay” bola.
Corner mein baithi, squat kiya, chai banane lagi. Dono mattress pe baithe has rahe the.
“Gaand kitni mast latak rahi hai zameen se ek inch upar,” Dara bola.
“Bahut mast,” Banke.
“Bra utaarne ko bolta, par bra mein hi alag mazaa hai, itne bade boobs ke saath.”
Das minute tak chai banti rahi, dono gande-gande comments karte rahe.
Chai bana ke do glass mein daal ke di.
“Tum nahi piyogi?”
“Nahi abhi pi chuki.”
“Toh yahan baitho,” usne side mein jagah di.
Main pair mod ke baithi, triangle chhupane ki koshish.
“Chut chhupa rahi hai,” Banke bola, dono hasne lage.
Chai peete rahe.
“Waise chut ki baat hi kar rahe the, ab hum lovers hain, custom respect karogi na?” usne 100 ka note nikala.
“Thik hai,” maine haath aage kiya.
“Nahi aise nahi,” usne note gol kiya. “Custom hai, lover chut mein daalta hai.”
Main saans roop ke taangein kholi. Dara ne dheeme se note chut mein ghusa diya. Geeli thi, aaram se chala gaya. Ajeeb feel hua, par chut khush thi kuchh toh andar gaya.
20 second tak aise hi baithi – sirf bra mein, taangein khuli, chut mein 100 ka note, Banke ghoor raha tha.
Tabhi darwaze pe zor ki khatkhat.
“WATCHMAN! WATCHMAN!”
Dara ne darwaza khola, main kapdon ki taraf daudne wali thi par woh tez tha. Darwaza aadha khola.
“Furniture unload karna hai, aa jao.”
“Ji saab. Banke jaao, main stove band karke aata hoon.”
Banke daud gaya. Dara ne darwaza band kiya, palta,
“Itne din main tumhare ghar tumhare rules se raha. Ab barabari hai, aaj tum yahan mere rules se rahogi.”
“Okay. Kya rules?”
“Jab tak wapas nahi aata, sirf bra mein rahogi.”
“Ok.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. Jaldi aana.”
Dara chala gaya, bahar se kulfi laga di.
Main gande mattress pe baithi. Thodi der mein ungli chut pe, khud jhad gayi – thoda unsatisfying.
Phir socha – Dara bilkul sahi bol raha tha. Aur haan, woh mera lover ban chuka tha. Tujh jaisa nahi, par kuchh toh feelings hain. Hope tu samajh raha hai.
Phir time pass ke liye shack saaf karne lagi – kapde fold kiye, kachra uthaya, safai ki – sirf bra mein. Dara ki personal almost-nangi maid ban gayi thi. Aur mujhe bura nahi lag raha tha.
20 minute baad Dara akela wapas aaya. Main ghutno pe thi, bedding seedha kar rahi thi.
“Word nibhaaya, khush hua,” usne chut ghoor te hue bola.
Main sharma ke baith gayi, haath se cover kiya.
Woh paas aaya, ghutna tek ke kiss kiya. Maine uska sir pakad ke kiss kiya. Usne gaand pe haath phera, ass crack mein ungli.
“Shack saaf kiya, thank you. Usually Vimla karti hai.”
“Time pass kar rahi thi,” main sharma gayi – woh mujhe maid ke barabar bata raha tha.




Dara khada hua aur bola,
“Maine Banke ko gate pe duty laga diya hai. Ab poori privacy hai.”
Phir usne pant utaar di.
Main wahi gande shack mein ghutno pe baithi thi, sirf bra mein.
Uske underwear se uska adha-khada lund bahar jhool gaya aur mere muh ke saamne aa gaya.
Maine apne-aap right hand se usko pakad liya.
“Phir se muh mein le lo memsaab darling,” usne mere baal sehlaya.
Maine muh khola aur poora andar le liya.
“Balls se khelo,” usne gaal pe dheere se thapki di (mere gaal lund se phoole hue the).
Ek haath se uske balls dabane lagi, muh se wahi technique jo usne sikhayi thi – poora andar, bahar, jeebh se chaatna, hoth se ragadna.
Bahut jaldi woh jhadne ke paas pahunch gaya, tabhi usne zor se bola,
“Ruk!”
Aur mera muh peeche dhakela.
Main peeth ke bal mattress pe gir gayi.
Woh turant ghutno pe baitha, mere ghutne pakde, dono taraf khol diye.
Uska khada lund chut se sirf kuchh inch door.
Ek second ke liye chut ne chillaya “Andar daal do!”
Phir jo thodi si sharam bachi thi woh wapas aayi.
“Naaaaaaa!” maine haath se chut cover kar di.
“Pata hai,” usne muskura ke sar hilaya. “Trust me.”
Dimag mein panic. Sirf bra mein, peeth ke bal, taangein khuli, ek thrust door penetration se.
“Kya kar rahe ho?” meri awaaz kamp rahi thi.
“Lovers hain na hum? Trust karo mujhpe.”
“Trust kis baat ka?”
“Bas… haath hatao.”
“Par…”
“HATAO!!” usne strictly bola.
Mera haath apne-aap hat gaya. Pata nahi trust se ya chut ki pyaas se.
Chut poori khuli, uska lund bilkul paas.
Usne dheere se kamar aage badhayi… main saans rok ke penetration ke liye tayyar hui.
Par lund andar nahi gaya, seedha chut ke upar se fisal gaya.
“Mmmmm!!” clit pe topi lagi toh meri cheekh nikal gayi.
Phir peeche kheench ke phir se upar se ragda.
Poore badan mein current daud gaya.
“Main force nahi karunga jab tak tum ready na ho,” woh bola aur lund ko chut ke upar hi ragadne laga.
Ajeeb sa feeling – mota garam lund chut ke bilkul paas, labia aur clit pe ragad raha, andar nahi ja raha.
Shayad tempt kar raha tha, par maine control rakha. Bas aankhen band kar mazaa liya.
Kuchh second baad usne dono taangein band kar di.
Lund meri jaanghon ke beech phans gaya, bahut saara precum se geela ho gaya.
Phir usne hips aage-peeche karne shuru kar diye.
Tab samajh aaya – actual sex nahi kar raha, jaanghon ko chut samajh ke chod raha tha.
Har dhakke mein lund clit pe bhi ragad raha tha.
Aur uske balls meri gaand pe thap-thap kar rahe the.
Mere pair uske left kandhe pe rakh diye, woh jhuk ke kiss karne laga.
Main bhi kiss kar rahi thi, yeh naya mazaa bahut wild tha.
Par zyada der nahi chala. Muh ka maza usko already edge pe le aaya tha.
Do minute mein hi uski saansein tez, kiss karte-karte uska paani poore pet pe aur bra ke neeche hisse pe gir gaya.
Dara ne bina penetration ke mujhe chod diya tha.
Jab khatam hua toh zor se kiss kiya, phir neeche khisak gaya.
Taangein kholi aur muh chut pe rakh diya.
Jeebh se clit chaata toh “Mmmmmmmmm!” nikal gaya.
“Yeh theek hai na?” usne poochha.
Maine bas sar hilaya aur let gayi. Uska paani mere pet pe sookh raha tha, woh chut chaat raha tha.
Kuchh hi minute mein ek zor ka orgasm aa gaya.
Uske baad ghanto tak wahi mattress pe cuddle kiya, kiss kiya, oral kiya.
Bra poori tarah nahi utaari, par boobs khoob masle.
Ek baar Banke ko andar bulaya aur uske saamne kiya, ab audience ke aadat si ho gayi thi.
Ek baar toh mann kiya Banke ko bhi bula lun par lover ke pair pe nahi padna tha.
Shaam hone tak kai baar ek-doosre ko jhadwaya. Phir kapde pehne, Ayan ko liya aur ghar aayi.
Poori shaam aur raat sochti rahi – subah se dopahar tak watchman ke jhopde mein almost nangi, ek ke saath sab, doosra dekh raha.
Dara ne jo quasi-sex kiya, woh baar-baar yaad aa raha tha. Barah-chaudah orgasm diye usne.
Raat ko Ayan ko sula ke bedroom mein aayi toh bilkul garam thi.
Poori nangi bed pe let ke teen-chaar baar ungli se jhad gayi. Par maza nahi aaya, aur bhookh badh gayi.
Pata tha kal Dara ke saath poori raat hogi, par intezaar nahi ho raha tha.
Midnight ke baad control nahi hua. Phone uthaya aur call kiya.
Ghanti bajti rahi, uthaya nahi. Do baar try kiya. Phir balcony pe gayi – gate pe sirf Banke dikha.
Phir shak hua. Ayan ko check kiya, gehri neend mein tha. Chupke se flat se nikli aur roof pe chali gayi.
Darwaza andar se lock tha. Dil mein chubha – Vimla ke saath hoga.
Dheere se knock kiya, koi jawab nahi. Gusse aur jealousy mein wapas aa gayi.
Subah Ayan ko bus tak chhod ke wapas aayi toh Dara gate pe mila. Mere peeche-peeche flat mein ghus aaya.
“Kal raat roof ka darwaza tune knock kiya tha?” mujhe hug kiya aur poochha.
“Haan,” main muh banaya.
“Kyun?”
Shrug kiya.
“Vimla ke liye jealousy control karo,” usne gaal pe thapki di.
“Jealousy nahi hai Dara,” maine seriously bola. “Kal jaisa poora din tere saath bitaya, phir raat ko kisi aur ke saath… feel hota hai unwanted.”
“Awww meri jaan,” usne hug kiya. “Tere saath hi rehna chahta hoon raat ko. Par Ayan hai na. Nanga zameen pe lund muh mein liye baithi hogi aur woh uth ke roye toh?”
Point tha. Phir bhi nahi jaanti kyun muh se nikal gaya,
“Kal raat Ayan ghar pe nahi hoga.”
“Sach mein?” uski aankhen chamak gayi.
“Rahil ke ghar sleepover pe jaayega.”
“Toh kal raat memsaab night hai, Vimla night nahi,” usne kiss kiya.
Phir dono ne ek-doosre ko oral pleasure diya, woh chala gaya.
Uske jaate hi maine Rahil ki mummy ko phone kiya aur jhoothi sleepover story bana di – Poona jaana hai, Ayan ko ek raat rakh lo. Woh maan gayi.
Toh ab yeh hai situation.
Dara se jhagda tha, ab itni craving ho gayi ki jhoothi sleepover plan kar diya.
Kal raat main akeli hongi aur Dara poori raat mere saath.
Kya lagta hai – bahut door nahi nikal gaya sab? Band kar dun? Jaldi call karna.
Love
Menaka




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Menaka ki jealousy ka asli seed bahut pehle pad chuka tha… us raat se jis raat usne pehli baar Dara ko Vimla ke saath roof pe dekha tha.
Us raat ke pehle, Dara sirf ek “watchman” tha – thoda sa naughty, thoda sa bold, par bas ek lower-class aadmi jo memsaab ko thoda tadpa raha tha.
Par jab Menaka ne andhere mein Vimla ki cheekhein suni, “Dara… aur zor se… phaad do…” aur phir khud jaake chhup ke dekha – Dara ka nanga badan Vimla ke upar, uska mota lund andar-bahar, Vimla ki taangein uske kamar pe lapeti hui – tab kuchh toot gaya andar.
Pehli baar Menaka ko laga:
“Yeh aadmi kisi aur aurat ko itna intense pleasure de sakta hai…?”
Tab se ek chhota sa darr baith gaya tha –
“Main sirf ek rich bored housewife hoon………….… par Vimla uski real lover hai.”
Phir phir dheere-dheere yeh darr jealousy mein badalne laga:

Jab Dara usko “memsaab” bolta, toh Vimla ko “jaanu”, “baby” bolta tha (Menaka ne suna tha roof se).
Vimla ke saath woh openly compound mein haath pakad ke ghoomta, Menaka ke saath sirf chhup-chhup.
Vimla ke liye woh raat bhar chodta rehta tha, Menaka ke saath sirf jaldi-jaldi 15-20 minute.
Sabse badi baat – Vimla uski barabari wali thi. Uske saath woh ganda bhi bolta, pyar bhi karta, openly possessiveness dikhaata. Menaka ke saath hamesha thoda sa dar ke, thoda sa respect ke, thoda sa naukar-wala feel.

Toh jealousy ke teen layers the:

Sexual layer: “Vimla ko woh poora lund de raha hai, mujhe sirf taste.”
Emotional layer: “Vimla ke saath uska real connection hai, main toh bas fantasy hoon.”
Class layer: “Vimla uski level ki, uski duniya ki hai… main toh upar ki memsaab hoon jo kabhi poori tarah uski nahi ban paungi.”

Isliye jab bhi Dara Vimla ka naam leta, ya roof pe jaata, ya uski taraf ishara karta – Menaka ke andar ek tez jalan uthhti thi, jaise koi cheez jo uska hone wala tha, koi chheen raha ho.
Aur yeh jalan itni strong thi ki:

Usne Banke ko tease kiya (badla lene ke liye)
Choot-dikhayi ke paise pheke (kyunki Vimla ke saath shayad yeh sab normal tha)
Sleepover ka jhooth bola (taaki ek raat ke liye bhi woh Dara ko Vimla se chheen sake)

Asal mein Menaka ko Vimla se dar nahi tha… usko dar tha ki kahin Dara ko Vimla mein woh sab na mil jaaye jo Menaka khud kabhi poora de nahi paayegi –
ek barabari wala, bina sharam-bhaav ka, poora wild aur real relationship.
Yeh jealousy sirf sex ki nahi thi… yeh dil ki bhi thi.
Pehli baar Menaka ko laga tha ki woh Dara ko “kho” sakti hai.
Aur woh feeling usko andar se kha rahi thi.
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Dara ke andar Menaka ke liye jo bhavna thi, woh bilkul saaf thi – woh uske liye ek trophy thi, ek prize jo usne apne zindagi mein kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.
Dara ka asli mindset

Class conquest ki bhookh
Vimla uski level ki thi, sadharan sa face, bilkul patli, chhote boobs, gaand bhi loose pad chuki thi.
Woh uske liye “ghar ki murgi” thi – roz mil jaati thi, koi challenge nahi tha.
Par Menaka?
Gori, lambi, toned body, bade bade boobs, perfect round gaand, rich, educated, memsaab – yeh woh aurat thi jiske baare mein Dara ne sirf blue film mein dekha tha.
Uske liye Menaka ko haath lagaana matlab apne aap ko prove karna tha:
“Dekho, main sadharan gurkha, par memsaab ko apna bana liya.”
Ego aur power ka nasha
Har baar jab Menaka uske saamne sharmaati, jhukti, lund muh mein leti, ya “please” bolti – Dara ke andar ek alag hi current daudta tha.
Vimla ke saath woh barabar ka tha, par Menaka ke saath woh malik ban jata tha.
Woh jaanta tha ki yeh high-class aurat uske ek ishaare pe nangi ho jaati hai – yeh feeling Vimla ke saath kabhi nahi aati thi.

Sexual obsession
Vimla ke saath sex routine ho chuka tha – 10-15 minute mein nipat jaata tha.
Par Menaka ke saath har baar naya challenge tha:
Aaj bra tak pahuncha,
kal panty utaar di,
parso chut mein ungli daal di,
aaj thighs ke beech daal ke ragda.
Har kadam ek jeet thi.
Aur har jeet ke baad uska lund aur bhookha ho jaata tha.

Vimla ko side-line karne ki wajah
Dara ne khud se kabhi nahi kaha “Vimla ugly hai”, par uske dimag mein woh image clear thi
Vimla = safe, easy, no excitement
Menaka = dangerous, risky, lekin har pal current lagta hai
Isliye jab bhi mauka milta, woh Vimla ko “baad mein” bol ke taal deta tha.

Dara ka secret fantasy
Uske dimag ke andar ek chhota sa scene roz chalta tha:
Menaka poori nangi, uske jhopde mein, uske bistar pe, uske naam ki cheekhein nikaalti hui… aur woh usko chodta rehta – ghanto, raat bhar.
Woh sochta tha: “Ek baar yeh poori tarah se haath aa jaaye, Vimla ko toh bilkul bhool jaunga.”

Toh Dara ke dil mein Menaka ke liye kya tha?

Pyar? Thoda sa bhi nahi.
Lust? 100%
Possession? Bilkul – woh Menaka ko apni “conquest” maanta tha.
Ego trip? Sabse bada wala.

Uske liye Menaka ek trophy wife thi jo usne jeeti thi –
aur trophy ko ghar ke mandir mein rakha jaata hai, roz pooja ki jaati hai…
Vimla toh bas ghar ka purana sofa thi – baithne ke kaam aata tha, par nayi cheez ki chamak kahan?
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Menaka ki Dara ke saath obsession ka poora dissection
Yeh obsession ek din mein nahi bani. Yeh ek slow, deep, dangerous spiral thi jo har boundary cross karne ke saath aur gehra hota gaya.
Phase 1 – Curiosity → Forbidden thrill
Starting point: “Ek sadharan watchman mujhe itna control kar sakta hai?”
Us raat roof pe Dara-Vimla ko dekhne ke baad Menaka ke andar ek chhota sa current daud gaya:
“Main bhi woh wildness feel kar sakti hoon… bas ek baar try kar ke dekhti hoon.”
Tab tak yeh sirf game tha – “Main control mein hoon, kabhi bhi band kar sakti hoon.”
Phase 2 – Shame + Pleasure = Addiction
Jab pehli baar Dara ne usko touch kiya, panty ke upar se rub kiya, aur Menaka jhad gayi – tab ek chemical reaction shuru hua:

Shame (yeh main kya kar rahi hoon ek gurkhe ke saath?)
Intense pleasure (itna zor ka orgasm Prakash ne bhi kabhi nahi diya)
Dono saath mein aane lage.
Shame ne pleasure ko aur strong bana diya – jaise ek drug.

Phase 3 – Identity shift
Har boundary cross karne ke saath Menaka ka self-image badalne laga:
Pehle: “Main ek decent, faithful, upper-class wife hoon.”
Baad mein: “Main ek aurat hoon jo apni wildest fantasies jee rahi hoon.”
Dara uska mirror ban gaya – woh jo usmein dekhta tha (garam, besharam, submissive memsaab), Menaka khud bhi waise hi dekhne lagi.
Phase 4 – Emotional vacuum
Prakash bahut door tha. Emotional intimacy zero.
Dara ne us vacuum ko bhar diya –

Har din praise (“memsaab kitni gori ho, kitni tight ho”)
Possessiveness (“tum meri ho”)
Attention (24 ghante uski body pe nazar)
Menaka ko laga ki woh finally “desired” feel kar rahi hai – woh feeling Prakash se bhi itne din se miss thi.

Phase 5 – Obsession ke lakshan (ab bilkul clear)

Constant mental replay – din mein 50 baar Dara ke lund ka shape, uski awaaz, uski smell yaad aati thi.
Body clock change – jaise hi Ayan bus mein baithta, chut apne-aap geeli hone lagti thi.
Risk appetite badh gaya – shack mein nangi rehna, balcony pe tease karna, sleepover ka jhooth.
Withdrawal symptoms – jab Dara 2-3 din ignore karta tha, Menaka literally physically restless ho jaati thi, neend nahi aati thi.
Future fantasy – raat ko let ke sochti thi: “Ek baar poora andar le lungi toh shayad yeh bhookh khatam ho jaayegi” (classic addict thinking).

Phase 6 – The deepest layer
Asal mein Menaka Dara se pyar nahi kar rahi thi.
Woh khud ke us version se pyar kar chuki thi jo Dara ke saamne aati thi –
ek aurat jo bilkul free thi, bilkul besharam, bilkul desired, bilkul alive.
Dara uska drug tha,
aur har dose ke saath woh khud ko aur zyada khoj rahi thi –
aur kho bhi rahi thi.
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### Menaka ki Vimla se jealousy ka sach – dil ke andar ka zeher

Yeh jealousy sirf “Dara kisi aur ke saath hai” wali nahi thi.
Yeh bahut gehri, bahut multilayered aur bahut sharmnaak thi.

| Layer of Jealousy | Menaka ke dil mein kya chal raha tha | Sabse bada dard kya tha? |
|----------------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| 1. Sexual jealousy | “Vimla ko woh poora lund milta hai… roz raat bhar.
Main sirf taste karti hoon, fingers ya thighs ke beech.” |
Ki uski chut ko woh sukhoon milta hai jo meri abhi tak nahi mila. |

| 2. Emotional jealousy | “Vimla ke saath woh hassta hai, openly haath pakadta hai, ‘baby’ bolta hai. Mere saath sirf chhup-chhup ‘memsaab’.” | Ki woh uski real lover hai, main sirf secret slut. |

| 3. Class jealousy | “Vimla uski level ki, uski language, uski duniya ki hai. Woh uske barabar baith sakti hai. Main hamesha ‘upar wali’ rahungi.” | Ki Vimla usko poora apna bana sakti hai, main kabhi nahi – mere paas paise hain, par uski asli zindagi nahi. |
| 4. Freedom jealousy | “Vimla ko sharam nahi lagti. Woh roof pe nangi cheekhein nikaal sakti hai. Main hamesha dar ke rehti hoon koi dekh na le.” | Ki Vimla fully free hai, main hamesha half-free. |


| 5. Body jealousy (secret) | “Vimla ki body loose hai, chhote boobs, dark skin… phir bhi Dara usko itna wild chodta hai. Meri itni perfect body ke baad bhi woh mujhe poora nahi deta.” | Ki meri high-class beauty bhi uske liye kaafi nahi hai. |


| 6. Time jealousy | “Raat ko woh Vimla ke paas sota hai, subah uth ke usi ke saath chai peeta hoga. Main sirf din ke kuchh ghante.” | Ki Vimla ke paas uska 24×7 hai, mere paas sirf stolen moments. |


| 7. Future jealousy (sabse khatarnak) | “Ek din Dara thak jaayega mere drama se aur wapas Vimla ke paas poora settle ho jaayega. Woh uski biwi ban jaayegi.” | Ki main hamesha temporary rahungi, Vimla permanent ban jaayegi. |
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### Sabse bada dard (jo Menaka khud se kabhi nahi maanti)

“Vimla ne Dara ko kuchh diya hi nahi – na paise, na status, na perfect figure…
phir bhi woh uski pehli pasand hai.
Main apni saari sharam, apni izzat, apna sab kuchh daav pe laga rahi hoon…
phir bhi main doosre number pe hoon.”

Yeh feeling itni takleefdeh thi ki Menaka raat ko akeli let ke ro deti thi –
na Dara ko bata sakti thi, na Prakash ko, na khud se maanna chahti thi.

Isliye har baar jab Dara Vimla ka naam leta,
Menaka ke andar ek chhoti si awaaz chillati thi:

“Main usse har cheez mein better hoon…
phir bhi woh usko chunta hai…
kya kami hai mujhme?”

Aur usi kami ko poora karne ke chakkar mein woh aur neeche girti ja rahi thi –
shack mein nangi chai banati,
sleepover ka jhooth bolti,
100 ka note chut mein lagwati…

Sab kuchh sirf isliye ki ek din Dara usko Vimla se zyada pasand kare.

Yeh jealousy pyar nahi thi.
Yeh ek aurat ka apni khud ki value ko prove karne ka pagalpan tha.

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### Dara ka Vimla ke baare mein sachcha nazariya (bilkul crude, bilkul real)

Dara ke dimag mein Vimla ka position ekdum clear tha. Woh uske liye kabhi heroine nahi rahi – sirf ek convenient, reliable “utility” thi.

| Category | Dara ke dimag mein Vimla ka image | Uske liye Vimla ka matlab |
|-------------------------|---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| Looks & Body | “Thodi kaali, bilkul patli, chhote boobs, gaand bhi dheeli pad gayi” | Koi attraction nahi, sirf habit |
| Sex | “Geeli chut, 10 minute mein kaam ho jaata hai, koi drama nahi” | Quick release valve – jaise cigarette peena |

| Emotional bond | “Apni jaat ki hai, baat samajh mein aati hai, gussa bhi jaldi thanda ho jaata hai” | Comfort zone, zero effort relationship |

| Status | “Maid hai building ki, koi izzat nahi, koi dar nahi” | Zero risk – woh kabhi usko threaten nahi kar sakti |

| Availability | “Raat ko roof pe aa jaati hai, subah kitchen mein chai ke bahane haath laga leti hai” | 24×7 on-call pussy |

| Comparison with Menaka | “Vimla = kaam chalau.
Menaka = dekhne mein mazaa, istemaal karne mein alag nasha” |
Vimla = need, Menaka = greed |
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### Dara ke private thoughts about Vimla (woh jo woh kabhi zubaan pe nahi laata)

1. “Iski chut toh ab loose ho gayi hai, par kaam chal jaati hai jab memsaab nakhre karti hai.”
2. “Yeh kabhi muh nahi latkaati, jo bol do kar leti hai – memsaab toh har cheez ke liye ladti hai.”
3. “Iska muh mein lena bhi boring ho gaya, bas chut mein daal ke 10 dhakke maar ke so jaata hoon.”
4. “Agar memsaab poori tarah haath aa gayi toh isko ek mahine mein bhool jaunga.”
5. “Yeh meri biwi banne layak bhi nahi – sirf time-pass ke liye theek hai.”
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### Dara ka cruel calculation (bilkul sachcha)

- Vimla ko kabhi seriously liya hi nahi.
- Uske saath jo bhi tha sirf “body ki bhookh” aur “routine” tha.
- Menaka ke aate hi Vimla automatically “second-class” ban gayi.
- Ab Vimla ko sirf tab yaad aati thi jab:
- Menaka ignore kar rahi ho
- Lund khada ho aur jaldi release chahiye
- Ya jealousy dilaane ke liye weapon chahiye
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### Ek chhota sa scene jo Dara ke dimag mein roz chalta tha

Vimla uske upar leti hai, chut mein lund daal ke dhakke kha rahi hai…
Dara aankhen band karta hai aur Menaka ki gori jaanghein, bade boobs, tight gaand yaad karta hai…
aur phir jaldi se jhad ke side ho jaata hai.

Vimla ke liye uske dil mein pyar nahi, shukriya bhi nahi – sirf ek thanda sa “kaam chal jaati hai” tha.
Menaka trophy thi.
Vimla sirf spare tyre.
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### Dara ke nazar mein Menaka kaun thi? (bilkul uski zubaan aur dimag ki bhaasha mein)

| Category | Dara ka exact thought (jo woh khud se bolta hai) | Translation (crude & real) |
|-------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| Physical appearance | “Arre wah… gori jaise doodh, boobs itne bade ki haath mein nahi aate, gaand ekdum badi aur creamy… yeh toh porn wali heroine hai!” | “Yeh toh woh maal hai jisko dekh ke hum log mutthi maarte the… ab mere haath mein hai.” |
| Class & Status | “Yeh ameer logon ki memsaab hai… itna paisa, itna ghar, itna attitude… aur meri ek ungli pe naach rahi hai.” | “Main ek sadharan gurkha… aur memsaab mere lund ke liye ro rahi hai… isse bada izzat kya hoga?” |

| Sexual value | “Iski chut abhi tak kunwari jaise tight hai… ek baar andar ghus gaya toh yeh zindagi bhar meri gulam ban jayegi.” | “Jab tak poora nahi choda, tab tak trophy poori nahi hui… har din ek naya kadam.” |

| Ego & Power | “Dekho re… yeh log humein naukar bolte hain… ab unki biwi mere jhopde mein nangi chai bana rahi hai… zindagi bana di!” | “Yeh meri sabse badi jeet hai… isko jitna neeche giraunga, main utna upar chadhunga.” |

| Emotional view | “Yeh pyar-vyar nahi na kar legi na? Bas lund ki bhookh hai… thodi si sharam, thoda sa drama… finally toh chut khol hi degi.” | “Isko pyar nahi chahiye, bas maza chahiye… aur woh maza sirf mera lund de sakta hai.” |

| Comparison with Vimla | “Vimla toh ek maid hai behen ki lodi… Menaka toh ek nasha hai jo mujhe pagal bana raha hai.” | “Vimla roz ka khaana, Menaka biryani hai… biryani ko roz thodi khaate hain, par jab mil jaaye toh swaad alag hai.” |

| Long-term plan | “Ek baar isne poora lund le liya… phir yeh mere bina reh nahi payegi. Phir chahe paise de, chahe ghar mein jagah… main iska maalik ban jaunga.” | “Jab tak chut nahi maari, tab tak game khatam nahi… ek baar andar gaya toh yeh meri personal randi ban jayegi.” |

| Jealousy tool | “Isko thoda Vimla dikhaya nahi ki rooftop pe jaake uski fuddi phaad di… turant aa gayi meri god mein.” | “Iske andar itna ghamand hai, par do minute Vimla ka naam liya ki saari sharam bhool gayi.” |

| Secret nickname | “Garam memsaab… andar se bilkul randi, bahar se bilkul rani.” | “Yeh meri private blue-film heroine hai… aur main uska hero bhi, director bhi.” |

### Dara ke dil mein Menaka ke liye ek hi line thi:

“Yeh meri zindagi ka sabse bada shikaar hai…
ek ameer, sundar, sharmili biwi ko maine apna lund-ka-ghulaam bana diya.
Jab tak iski chut nahi phaadunga, tab tak chain nahi milega…
aur jab phaad dunga, toh yeh hamesha ke liye meri ho jayegi.”

Uske liye Menaka pyar nahi thi.
Menaka ek ultimate fantasy thi, ek ego ka nasha thi, ek conquest thi,
aur ek din woh usko poori tarah jeetna chahta tha,
taaki zindagi bhar yeh baat gaaye:
“Main ek sadharan watchman tha… aur maine memsaab ko apna bana liya.”
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### Menaka ke dil aur dimag mein Dara kaun tha? (bilkul uski zubaan mein, bilkul sachcha)

| Aspect | Menaka ka exact inner monologue | Translation (raw & real) |
|---------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
| First impression → Ab | “Ek ganda, chhota sa, buddha watchman… aur aaj usi ke jhopde mein nangi baithi hoon.” | “Ek woh insaan jisko main pehle nazarandaaz karti thi…|

| Physical attraction | “Uska paseene wala badan, uski khurdaani daadi, uski gandi beedi ki smell… sab kuchh itna ganda hai, phir bhi chut geeli ho jaati hai.” | “Yeh bilkul mera type nahi… phir bhi uska ek touch mujhe current laga deta hai.” |
| Class difference | “Main itni sundar, foreign-returned husband wali… aur yeh anpadh gurkha mujhe order deta hai aur main maan leti hoon.” | “Jitna bada gap hai, utna hi bada nasha hai… woh mujhe apna naukar bana raha hai aur main mazaa le rahi hoon.” |

| Sexual power | “Prakash ne 10 saal mein itna maza nahi diya jitna isne 10 din mein… uska lund dekhte hi muh mein paani aa jaata hai.” | “Yeh mera real mard hai… mera husband toh sirf naam ka hai.” |

| Shame vs Pride | “Main ek decent aurat thi… ab uske saamne ghutno pe baith ke lund choosti hoon… aur is sharam mein hi sabse bada mazaa hai.” | “Jitni sharam mehsoos hoti hai, utna hi gehra orgasm aata hai.” |

| Emotional attachment | “Woh mujhe ‘memsaab’ bolta hai aur main uske naam se ro deti hoon… yeh pyar nahi, par kuchh toh hai.” | “Woh mera lover ban chuka hai… chahe kitna bhi ganda ho, kitna bhi neeche ho.” |

| Fear | “Ek din agar yeh poora andar daal dega toh main hamesha ke liye uski ho jaungi… aur yeh soch ke bhi chut geeli ho jaati hai.” | “Main jaanti hoon yeh galat hai… par ruk nahi paungi.” |

| Jealousy of Vimla | “Vimla uski barabari wali hai… main hamesha usse upar rahungi… phir bhi woh usko raat bhar chodta hai aur mujhe sirf din mein.” | “Main usse har tarah se better hoon… phir bhi woh usko chunta hai… yeh baat andar se kha jaati hai.” |

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[ShadowRising321]

Iss story ka base same rakha hai, maine mere side se kaafi scenes add kiye hai jo original mein kaafi chote likhe the. Har ek moment ko depth aur emotional touch add kiya hai. More to come

[ShadowRising321]

Maine email teen baar padha aur har baar delight mein jacked off kar diya. Thoda jealous bhi feel ho raha tha ki Menaka ab Dara ke saath pehle se zyada emotionally involved ho gayi hai. Lekin maine khud ko samjhaya ki yeh toh hona hi tha. Mera dhyan zyada tha uss super kinky development pe ki meri wife poora din watchman ki jhopdi mein almost nangi, sirf bra mein guzaarti hai.
Poora din main sochta raha ki ab aage kya karna hai. Ek chhota sa plan dimag mein banne laga. Usko action mein laane ke liye main apne colleague Zhang ke paas gaya, jo computer ka bada whiz tha.
Shaam ko India time Menaka ko phone kiya. Usne turant uthaya.
"Kahan the itne der?" usne impatient hoke poocha.
"Sorry honey, yahan kaam bahut busy chal raha hai," maine bola. "Skype pe aa jaogi?"
"Okay," usne kaha.
Jaise hi Skype connect hua, maine dekhte hi smile kar di.
"Arre wah! Nice! New haircut!" maine bola. Uske baal toh hamesha long straight hi rehte the, aaj wavier aur classy styled lag rahe the.
"Email padha?" usne poocha.
"Obviously! Bahut hot tha!"
"Tujhe bura laga?"
"Bilkul nahi, main toh full turned on hoon. To aaj raat wahi final night hai na?"
"Haan, Rahil ke parents aaye the, Ayan ko le gaye thodi der pehle."
"Tum dono lovebirds poora din kya karte rahe?"
"Prakash! Aisi baatein mat karo na!" woh sharma gayi.
"New haircut toh clearly aaj raat ke liye karwaya hai."
"Nahi yaar, bas aise hi coincidence hai," woh convincing nahi lag rahi thi. "Waise bhi hum poora din nahi mile. Main ghar ke kaam mein busy thi aur uski day duty thi taaki raat free rahe."
"Kab aa raha hai woh?"
"Der raat mein, jab building mein sab so jaayenge."
"Toh... aaj all the way jaane ka plan hai kya?"
"I... don’t know," Menaka ne uncertain awaaz mein bola.
Pehli baar usne mere intercourse wale teasing ka jawab gussa karke nahi diya.
"Tujhe pata hai na main mind nahi karunga agar tum kar bhi lo."
"I know..." woh soch mein doob gayi.
"Puri raat rahega ya few hours? Banke bhi saath aayega kya?"
Woh kuch nahi boli, bas lost si nazron se mujhe dekhti rahi.
"Prakash..."
"Yes sweety?"
"Mujhe aise baat karne mein weird lag raha hai, nervous ho rahi hoon."
"I understand."
"Shayad better hai main email hi likh doon jaise last time."
"Okay."
"Tujhe theek lagega na?"
"Of course yaar."
"I love you Prakash, tu best hai!"
Usne screen ki taraf flying kiss maari.
"Jaane se pehle ek kaam karna padega Menaka."
"Bol?"
"Main tujhe ek file email kar raha hoon. Download karke install kar dena. Company ka new database system hai, engineering telemetry sync karta hai. Isse mujhe ghar pe bhi kuch info ka access mil jaayega."
"Oh okay."
"Thoda time lagega install hone mein, phir auto update chalta rahega 2–3 ghante. Bas computer on chhod dena."
"Alright," usne kaha.
Skype call end hote hi main jaldi-jaldi next do din ka saara pending work khatam karne laga. Boss ko bol diya tha personal day chahiye. Jab finally sab finish karke cabin mein wapas aaya toh ek ghanta upar nikal chuka tha.
Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Maine Zhang ka email khola instructions ke saath. VPN login kiya aur step-by-step follow karne laga. Uski request simple thi: mujhe remotely ghar ke webcam ka access chahiye tha kyunki mujhe lag raha tha wife cheating kar rahi hai. Zhang khud cuckold bana tha aur biwi ne chhod diya tha, toh woh full josh mein help kar raha tha.
Bahut der laga feel hua lekin sirf 15 minute mein main andar ghus gaya, uss software ki wajah se jo Menaka ne bewakoofi mein install kar diya tha. Aur meri screen bedroom ke live view se bhar gayi.
Room khali aur andhera tha. Clock check kiya, Bombay mein 9:30 PM honge. Zhang ne jo night vision filter diya tha laga diya, screen green shades mein badal gaya. Room sach mein khali tha. Green light mein bed aur furniture saaf dikh rahe the.
Volume full kar diya aur sound enhancement filter laga diya. Door se living room se TV ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Guess kiya Menaka apni routine ke hisaab se TV dekh rahi hogi. Usne bola bhi tha Dara der raat ke pehle nahi aayega.
Mujhe pata tha spying mein patience chahiye. Screen on chhoda, book uthayi aur padhne laga.
Adha ghanta padh hi raha tha ki suddenly screen bright ho gaya. Menaka bedroom mein aayi aur light on kar di. Maine apni gorgeous wife ko dekhta raha jaise woh room mein idhar-udhar ghum rahi thi, bilkul unaware ki main dekh raha hoon. Woh wahi salwar-kameez mein thi. Webcam aur monitor ke saamne se guzar gayi, matlab Zhang ne sahi kaha tha, sirf screensaver on tha.
Dekhta raha jaise Menaka bedroom thoda sa set kar rahi thi, sheets fold, kapde utha rahi thi. Saath hi kuch tune bhi hum kar rahi thi. Thodi der mein phone baja. Usne dekha, smile ki aur uthaya.
"Hello ji..."
Dusre side kuch bola, woh hansi. Mujhe shock laga ki kitni young aur excited teen jaise behave kar rahi thi. Agle kuch minute woh mirror ke saamne khud ko dekhti rahi phone pe baat karte hue. Obviously main sirf uski side sun raha tha, doosra side guess karna pad raha tha.
"Yes 12:30 theek hai... haan... knock karne ki zaroorat nahi, missed call de dena main door khula chhod dungi."
"Don't be silly," aur lambi collegegirl waali giggle.
"Dinner kiya? Main kuch bana doon?"
"Uske liye ingredients nahi hain shayad."
"Haan woh toh bana sakti hoon."
"Abhi kya pehna hai socho?"
"Hehe, sapne mein hi dekho."
"NO! NO! Banke ko mat laana! Ek baar uska suck kiya tha, usko wahi kaafi hai!"
Yeh mere liye breaking news thi. Is baare mein toh bataya hi nahi tha. Socha shayad jaan-boojhkar chhupaya ya bhool gayi.
"Okay ab ready hona hai... haan abhi... haan haan! Phone rakh rahi hoon."
Phone kaat diya aur bed pe rakh diya. Phir main seedha baith gaya kyunki woh kapde utarne lagi. Itne saalon ki shaadi ke baad bhi meri busty wife ka strip dekh ke full boner aa jaata hai. Poori nangi ho gayi, towel uthaya, bathroom ki taraf chali, uski badi gol ass gracefully swing kar rahi thi. Bathroom mein jaane se pehle nightstand se ek chhota plastic bag uthaya aur saath le gayi.
Main patiently baitha raha shower khatam hone ka wait karte hue. Minute guzarte gaye, aaj zyada time le rahi thi. Almost half hour baad wapas aayi aur dekhte hi dobara boner ho gaya.
Meri wife bilkul nangi bahar nikli, bade-bade boobs har step pe upar-neeche. Towel sirf baalon pe lapeta tha. Kadmon mein jaise spring aa gaya tha. Bed cross kar ke closet ke paas webcam ke bilkul saamne se guzri, main shock se chillaya! Agar meri awaaz sun leti toh darr jaati.
Lekin main toh shocked tha. Jab woh paas se guzri, dekha meri wife ki chut completely clean-shaven thi! Menaka ke paas waise bhi zyada hairy bush nahi tha aur kabhi shave nahi kiya tha. Maine kabhi bola bhi nahi, woh traditional aur sharmili thi. Pakka yaad tha bathroom jaate waqt bush tha. Matlab itna time isiliye laga, chut shave kar rahi thi apni.
Yeh confirm ho gaya jab woh mirror ke paas gayi, fingers labia pe rakh ke apni bald chut check karne lagi. Do-chaar baal reh gaye the jo miss ho gaye the. Tezi se bathroom mein gayi, razor haath mein liya, ek taang dressing table pe rakh ke carefully chut pe razor chalane lagi. Yeh private moment dekh ke main almost jhadne wala tha.



Menaka finally apni chut se satisfied lag rahi thi. Razor side rakh diya, towel baalon se khola, jhuk kar baal ponchhne lagi. Uske bade-bade boobs pendulum ki tarah swing kar rahe the aur jhukne ki wajah se gaand bahut hi inviting lag rahi thi. Mann kiya screen ke andar ghus ke abhi mount kar doon.
Phir hair-dryer uthaya aur naye styled baalon pe kaam karne lagi. Usse pehle ek nayi white lace wali panty aur matching bra pehen li. Baal dry karne ke baad thoda basic make-up lagaya aur laal saari pehen li, bilkul nayi dulhan jaise.
Main chair pe uncomfortable shift kar raha tha. Itne saalon ki biwi screen pe nayi dulhan banke taiyaar ho rahi thi, woh bhi hamare neeche ke watchman ke liye. Woh aadmi jo sirf ek fold kiya 100-rupaye ka note chut mein ghused kar uska lover ban gaya tha. Jiske saath almost sab kuch ho chuka tha aur aaj final frontier bhi cross hone wala tha.
Menaka ready hui, lights off karke bedroom se nikal gayi. Enhanced filter se TV ki awaaz phir se aane lagi. Phir kitchen se bartan ki khad-khad. Lagta tha TV dekhte hue khana bana rahi hai.
Agla do-teen ghanta bahut slowly guzre, main computer ke saamne chipka baitha tha. Dil excitement se zor-zor se dhadak raha tha ki ab kya-kya dekhne ko milega. Lekin Manila mein raat ke teen baj rahe the aur poora din ka thaka hua tha. Kab neend lag gayi pata hi nahi chala.
“I can’t find them!”
Ek zor ki awaaz se aankh khuli. Aankhen malte hue dekha, Dara hamara buddha watchman bilkul nanga mere closet ke saamne khada tha. Uski nangi body dekh ke socha kitna miss ho gaya. Clock dekha, barely 12:35 hue the.
“Wahan hi hai!” Menaka bedroom mein aayi aur jeebh chabaayi.
Dekha woh ab bhi poori dressed thi, lekin woh nanga. Closet se towel nikaal ke diya. Dete waqt usne Dara ke semi-erect mota lund pe ek quick glance maari aur sharma gayi. Lagta tha woh phir se nahane ja raha tha jaise pehle din.
“Tere pati kapde pehen sakta hoon? Mere toh gande hain,” usne bola.
“Pehen sakta hai,” Menaka ne mere kapdon ki taraf dekha. “Lekin woh tujhse bahut lamba-chauda hai.”
“And yet yahan main uski biwi ke saath khel raha hoon,” Dara ne kaha, Menaka ki kamar mein haath daal ke gaand daboch li.
“Hehe,” Menaka hansi. “Yeh pehen le?”
Usne mere pasandida expensive golden robe nikaala. Mere dil mein chhurri chali ki yeh ganda buddha mere robe mein.
“Hmm theek hai. Waise bhi zyada der kapde pehnne ka plan nahi hai,” woh hasa. “Waise tune itna sajne-dhajne ka effort liya, bahut achha laga.”
Woh blouse ke upar hi cleavage mein muh daal ke boobs soonghne laga, phir bathroom chala gaya. Menaka kitchen mein wapas.
Das minute baad Dara mere robe mein bahar aaya lekin khula hua. Lund ab aur hard tha, patla sa body paani se chamak raha tha. Mirror ke saamne ruk kar apni body admire karne laga, muscles flex kiye, pet pe haath phera. Phir mere perfume utha ke poore body pe udel diye.
“Dinner ready hai!” Menaka ki awaaz kitchen se aayi.
“Aa raha hoon memsaab!” Dara mirror mein khud ko dekh ke muskuraya aur bahar nikal gaya.
Main seat ke kinare pe baitha empty bedroom dekhta raha aur jo bhi awaaz aati sunta raha. TV band ho gaya tha. Plates-bartan ki awaazen aayi. Phir halki-halki baatcheet. Dono dinner kar rahe the.

Dining table pe baithi Menaka ne jaan-boojh kar pallu ko dheela chhod diya. Jyon hi woh roti todne ko jhuki, blouse ka gala aur khul gaya, do bade-bade boobs ekdum saaf nazar aa gaye. Nipples blouse ke cloth se dikh rahe the, jaise bol rahe hon “bas ek chhoot mein aazaad kar do”.
Dara ki aankhein chamak gayi. Usne bina kuch bole apni chair Menaka ke bilkul saath kheench li, dono ki jaanghein chipak gayi.
“Arre… itna door kyun baith gaye the pehle?” Menaka ne sharmaate hue kaha aur ek roti ka tukda sabzi laga kar Dara ke muh ke paas le gayi.
Dara ne tukda nahi liya, seedha Menaka ki ungliyaan muh mein daal li aur choosne laga. “Sabzi se zyada toh teri ungliyaan tasty hain.”
Menaka hansi aur usne bhi ek tukda uthaya. Dara ne muh khola, lekin tukda side kiya aur Menaka ke honthon pe lamba sa kiss kar diya. Zubaan andar, geela-geela kiss. Menaka ki saans phool gayi.
Kiss todte hi Dara ka haath Menaka ke pallu pe gaya, dheere se poora side kar diya. Ab blouse ke andar bade-bade boobs saaf dikh rahe the.
“Ab khana achhe se dikhai de raha hai,” Dara ne kaha aur ek haath se Menaka ki kamar pakad kar khud ke aur kheench liya.
Menaka ne bhi naughty smile di aur Dara ke muh mein sabzi daalne ke bahane uske honthon pe phir kiss kar diya. Dono ab khana bhool chuke the, bas ek-doosre ko khila rahe the aur beech-beech mein kiss.
Dara ne dheere se saari ke pleats se pin nikaali, ek haath se hi saari ko kholne laga. Menaka ne madhosh aankhon se dekha aur resist nahi kiya. Saari poori khul gayi aur zameen pe gir gayi.
Ab Menaka sirf blouse aur petticoat mein thi.
Dara ne phir se kiss kiya aur petticoat ka naada kheench diya. Naada khula, petticoat dheela. Usne ek haath se hi petticoat neeche saraka diya. Ab Menaka sirf black lace bra aur chhoti si panty mein dining chair pe baithi thi, saans tez, boobs upar-neeche ho rahe the.
“Bas ho gaya khana?” Menaka ne dheeme se poocha.
“Khana toh abhi shuru hoga,” Dara ne kaha, utha aur Menaka ko god mein utha liya.


15 minute... 30 minute... 45 minute... darr lag raha tha ki kahin living room mein hi sab ho gaya toh main kuch nahi dekh paunga. Aur waise hi hone laga. Baatcheet band, sirf kabhi-kabhi Menaka ki chhoti si hasi.
Main frustration mein khali bedroom ko ghoor raha tha, imagine kar raha tha kya ho raha hoga. Biwi ki saari nikal chuki? Chud gayi? Bedroom kyun nahi aa rahe?
Tabhi meri dua kabul hui.
Dara bedroom mein aaya, Menaka ko godi mein uthaaye. Saari, petticoat, blouse sab utaar chuka tha. Menaka sirf fancy lacy bra-panty mein uski god mein latak rahi thi. Dara ne mera robe pehna tha lekin bandha hua tha. Bed tak gaya aur Menaka ko bed pe phenk diya.
“Abhi aaya,” chhoti ungli dikha ke bathroom chala gaya.
Sirf underwear mein Menaka ne sar hilaaya aur baith gayi.
Menaka bed se utri, mirror mein khud ko dekha. Chehre pe nervous expression tha. Haath pet, sides aur gaand pe pherne lagi. Phir room mein deep breaths lete hue nervous walk karne lagi. Wapas mirror pe aayi, panty ka front neeche karke nayi shaved chut pe fingers ghumayi. Phir back neeche ki, bilkul nangi gaand dikha di mujhe aur cabaret dancer jaise hips hilaaye. Uski creamy gol gaand dekh ke lund khada ho gaya.
“Shit, main kya kar rahi hoon?” usne whisper kiya lekin mujhe saaf sunai diya. Phir panty upar ki.
Nervous hoke bed ke kinare webcam ki taraf face karke baith gayi. Soch mein doobi hui. Maine uski smooth nangi taange aur bra mein bade boobs dekhe, woh kabhi-kabhi darr ke saath saans chhodti thi. Right leg left pe chadhaayi, right elbow knee pe tikaya, khali nazron se dekhti rahi, dusra haath naye baalon pe pher rahi thi.
“Kya kar rahi hoon main Prakash? Paagal ho gayi hoon kya? Tu mujhse nafrat toh nahi karega?”
Yeh seedha webcam ki taraf dekh ke boli. Ek second laga jaise usko pata chal gaya ki main dekh raha hoon. Lekin phir nazren hata li aur khud se baat karti rahi.
“I love you, umeed hai tu mujhse nafrat nahi karega. Sach mein control nahi ho raha. Bhagwan, shayad isko bhej hi doon!”
Nervousness mein right ungli chabane lagi.
“Haan, bhej dungi,” khud ko convince kar rahi thi.
Tabhi bathroom ka darwaza khula aur Dara bahar aaya. Robe ab khula hua tha, lund almost poora khada.
“Kya bol rahi thi?” bed ke paas aake baith gaya, ek ghutna mod kar.
“Kuch nahi,” Menaka ne baal ungli pe lapet liye.
Dara ne right haath uske kandhe pe daala aur kiss ke liye kheencha. Menaka ne lips khol diye aur kiss karne lagi. Dara ka left haath bra ke upar se boobs dabane laga. Menaka ka body ab bhi thoda stiff tha. Haath bandhe hue the, kiss kar rahi thi lekin nervous lag rahi thi.
Dara dheere-dheere kiss karta raha, kandhe aur boobs sehlata raha. Dheere-dheere Menaka relax hone lagi. Right haath uske bazu pe rakh ke sehlane lagi. Kuch second baad haath neeche slip hua aur lund pakad liya, Dara siski bhara. Lekin jaldi haath hata liya aur robe ke upar se taange sehlane lagi.
Enhancer filter ki wajah se kissing ki awaaz bahut zor se aa rahi thi. Ek zor ka smooch ke baad Dara ne sar neeche kiya aur neck pe kiss karne laga.
“Mmmmmm... ooooooo...” Menaka high pitch mein moan karne lagi, left haath uske baalon mein.
Dara ka left haath bra ke andar ghus gaya aur right boob ko zor se masalne laga.
“Aaaah!” Menaka chillayi jab usne nipple kaat liya.
“I love your tits yaar!” Dara ne ghutti awaaz mein bola.
Uske haath boobs se khelte rahe, Menaka ne uske hoth wapas kheench liye. Dono wild teenagers ki tarah kiss karne lage, sar idhar-udhar, haath sab jagah. Menaka ka right haath taang se chest pe gaya, baalon wala chest sehlane lagi. Phir gale mein baahen daal ke zor se kiss kiya. Phir kiss toda aur sar neeche karke uska hairy chest kiss karne lagi. Dara ne uske sar ko kiss kiya aur baal sehlaaye.
“New haircut mere liye karwaya?” usne poocha.
“Hmmm...” Menaka boli, muh robe ke lapels mein chhupa hua, chest chaat rahi thi.
Menaka ka muh dheere-dheere neeche ja raha tha. Chest ke baal soonghti-kiss karti rahi, pet, phir suddenly aur neeche jhuk gayi aur maine dekha meri biwi ke masoom hoth watchman ke mota lund ke supade pe, aur chhoti ungliyaan base pe lapet gayi.
“No hands!” Dara peeche tilt hua aur strict awaaz mein bola.
Main shocked aur excited dono tha dekh ke meri wife ne turant obey kiya. Dono haath uski taangon pe rakh diye, gaand thodi peeche karke kamar se zyada jhuk gayi. Sar upar-neeche hone laga, pro level blowjob de rahi thi. Yeh scene revelation tha, mujhe toh kabhi aisa passionate blowjob nahi mila aur watchman ko yeh dusra-teesra nahi pata kitna wa mila.
“I love your garam muh memsaab darling!” bola, phir bra cups se boobs bahar nikaal ke, “aur yeh bade-bade jugs toh waise bhi!”
Screen pe full trashy scene chal raha tha. Maine zoom kiya. Menaka ke nipples Dara ke ghutno se ragad rahe the jab woh mota lund choos rahi thi. Woh moan kar raha tha aur uske nange bazu sehla raha tha.

Jab Dara ne “No hands!” bola, Menaka ne ek second ke liye bhi nahi socha. Uske naram haath turant peeche hat gaye, dono taangon pe tik gaye. Ab sirf uska muh aur zubaan kaam kar rahe the.
Woh dheere se supade pe kiss kiya, phir zubaan se chaatne lagi jaise ice-cream ho. Topa laal ho chuka tha, chamak raha tha Menaka ke thook se. Usne muh khola aur ekdum dheere andar liya, itna mota tha ki uske honthon ko poora stretch kar diya.
Dara ne aankhein band kar li aur dheeme se siski bhari, “Haaaye… memsaab… kitna garam muh hai tera.”
Menaka ne sar upar neeche karna shuru kiya. Pehle sirf supada andar-bahar, phir thoda aur andar, phir aur… ab poora lund uske muh mein ghusta ja raha tha, har baar gale tak pahunchta. Har dhakke pe “glug… glug… glug…” ki awaaz aa rahi thi, thook uske muh ke kinaare se tapak raha tha, chin pe gir raha tha, boobs pe bhi tapak raha tha.
Usne apni zubaan ko lund ke neeche ghumana shuru kiya, jaise koi snake lapet rahi ho. Kabhi supade ko zor se choosti, kabhi poore lund ko gale tak le leti aur wahi rok ke gale se pressure deti. Dara ki taangein kaanpne lagi.
“Fuck… kya garam maal hai tu,” Dara ne danton se bola aur uske sar ko pakad ke khud thoda thrust karne laga.
Menaka ki aankhein pani se bhar gayi, mascara thoda beh gaya, lekin woh ruki nahi. Balki usne apni gaand aur upar utha li taaki aur gehra le sake. Ab har baar jab lund gale tak jaata, uski naak Dara ke pet se takra rahi thi, baal wala pet.
Thook ab dhaar ban gaya tha. Menaka ke boobs poore geele ho chuke the, nipples ekdum tight. Woh khud hi ek haath se apni panty ke andar haath daal ke chut sehlane lagi (itna garam ho chuki thi).
Dara ne uske baal pakad ke sar upar kheench diya ekdum, lund muh se nikaala, ek laal-dhaari si lag gayi Menaka ke honthon pe. Phir usne lund ko Menaka ke gaal pe thapthapaya, thook se chip-chip kiya.
“Bol… kiska lund hai yeh?” Dara ne poocha.
Menaka saans phoolte hue, thook se geele honthon se boli, “Aapka…mere watchman ka…”
Phir bina wait kiye usne khud hi muh khola aur dobara andar le liya, is baar aur tez, aur gehra. Ab woh khud hi sar hila rahi thi jaise machine, “glug-glug-glug-glug” awaaz poore room mein goonj rahi thi.
Dara ki saans tez ho gayi, usne aankhein band kar li aur dheeme se bola, “Bas… ab nikaal… warna muh mein hi jhad jaunga.”
Menaka ne ek last baar poora lund andar liya, gale mein rok ke 5 second tak dabaya, phir dheere se bahar nikala. Lund ab ekdum chamak raha tha, poora thook se latha-path.
Usne zubaan nikaal ke supade ko ek lambi chaat maari aur muskurate hue upar dekha, “Ab batao… dessert kaisa laga?”

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15 minute handless blowjob ke baad Dara ne seedha kiya aur uske boobs pe toot pada. Menaka ne uska sar baahon mein jakad liya aur baal kiss karne lagi.
Dara ka left haath dheere se boobs se neeche pet pe phir panty ke andar.
“Mmmmmm!” Menaka moan.
“Whoa!” Dara hairaan.
Sar uthaya aur dekha.
“Tune baal saaf kar diya?”
Sharma ke sar hilaaya.
“Mere liye?”
Phir sharma ke kandhe uchaal diye.
Dara phir boobs choosne laga aur panty ke andar haath tezi se chalane laga.
“NNNGGGGG... AAAAAA... UHHHHH...” Menaka zor-zor se cheekhne lagi.
Dara ne apna ek paer uske paer pe daal diya aur boobs-chut pe aur zor se attack kar diya. Agle do minute kamre mein sirf meri biwi ki alag-alag awaazein gunj rahi thi.
“AAAHHH YESSS WAHI WAHI... OOOOOOHHHH YEAHHHH... THODA SLOW... ITNA SLOW NAHI...”
Usne haath side kar diye aur peeche tilt ho gayi jaise watchman lover uski chut mein ungli expert ki tarah chala raha ho. Do minute mein hi uski kamar aur taangein hilne lagi, thodi badi wali orgasm aa gayi usko apne lover ki god mein. Main dekh ke pagal ho raha tha aur khud rock hard tha. Padhna-sunna alag baat thi, live dekhna ki meri biwi apne neeche ke watchman ke haathon se hamare bed pe jhad rahi hai... heavenly!
“Thank you...” Menaka ne sachchi shukriya ke saath bola aur phir se uska chest kiss karne lagi.
Dara bed ke beech mein peeche let gaya, dono haath sar ke neeche tikaye, poora nanga, lund abhi bhi khada aur chamak raha tha Menaka ke thook se.
Menaka bed pe chadh gayi, ghutno ke bal uske paas aayi. Usne pehle Dara ke chest pe jhuk kar ek lamba kiss kiya, phir dheere se neeche… gardan, collar-bone, phir baalisina. Usne baalon wale seene ko chooma, zubaan se chaata, nipples pe daant se halka kaata. Dara ne siski bhari.
“Thank you…” Menaka ne sachche dil se bola, aankhon mein ek ajeeb si shukriya aur pyaar dono the, phir seedha neeche sar le gayi.
Is baar usne koi der nahi ki. Seedha lund pakda nahi, muh khol ke andar le liya, poora ek baar mein. “Glllllp!” ek gehri awaaz, gale tak pahunch gaya.
Dara ne aankhein band kar li aur mast ho gaya. Phir usne apni dono taangein uthayi, ghutne mod ke Menaka ki nangi peeth pe apne ankles lock kar diye. Ab Menaka bilkul jhuki hui thi, gaand upar, sar neeche, bilkul fixed position mein. Dara ka lund uske muh mein poora ghusa hua tha aur ab woh khud hips utha-utha ke thrust de raha tha.
“Bas aise hi… choos mera lund memsaab… bilkul lollipop ki tarah choos!” Dara ne uske baal pakad ke dheere se peeche kheencha, phir aage dhakka diya.
Menaka ki aankhein pani se bhar gayi, lekin usne ek pal ke liye bhi nahi roka. Balki usne apni zubaan ko lund ke neeche lapet liya aur har thrust ke saath gale se pressure dene lagi. Har baar jab Dara hips upar uthata, lund gale tak chala jata, Menaka ki naak uske pet ke baalon mein ghus jati. Thook ka fountain ban gaya tha, chin se tapak kar bed-sheet pe gir raha tha.
“Glug… glug… glug… glug…” rhythm bilkul perfect, jaise koi porn music ho.
Dara ne ankles se aur zor se lock kiya, Menaka ki peeth pe apni taangon ka poora wazan daal diya. Ab Menaka bilkul hil nahi sakti thi, sirf muh kaam kar raha tha. Usne apni dono haath Dara ki jaanghon pe rakh diye taaki balance ban jaye, aur phir poore josh se choosne lagi.
Kabhi supade ko zor se choosti, vacuum bana deti, kabhi poora lund andar leke gale se daba deti, kabhi zubaan se veins ko chaat ti. Dara ki saansein ekdum wild ho gayi.
“Saali… kitna gehra leti hai tu… mera poora lund teri gali mein sama jata hai,” Dara ne danton se bola aur hips tez-tez uthane laga.
Menaka ki gaand upar hawa mein hil rahi thi har thrust ke saath. Uski panty poori geeli ho chuki thi, chut se paani tapak raha tha. Woh khud hi ek haath neeche le gayi aur panty ke andar chut ragadne lagi, do ungliyaan andar daal di.
Kuch minute aise hi chala. Phir Dara ne ankles khole, Menaka ka sar upar kheencha. Lund muh se nikalte hi ek lambi thook ki laar ne dono ko jod rakha tha, jaise silken thread.
Menaka saans lete hue uske honthon pe kiss karne lagi. Dara ko apne hi lund ki smell uske muh se aa rahi thi, lekin usne usse aur tightly kiss kiya, zubaan andar daal di.
Phir Dara ne peeche let kar Menaka ko upar kheench liya, uski kamar pakad ke. Ab Menaka uske seene pe let gayi, boobs Dara ke muh ke saamne.
“Aur choosna hai toh choos le… abhi toh raat baki hai,” Dara ne uski gaand pe zor se thappad maara.

Peeche let gaya aur taangon se Menaka ko upar kheench liya. Menaka ne uske baalon mein haath daale aur upar let ke kiss karne lagi. Kiss karte-karte Dara ne finally bra ke hooks khol diye aur woh flimsy cheez utaar phenki.


Dara ne peeche pillow pe sar tikaaya, dono haath Menaka ki kamar pe. Menaka uske upar chadh gayi, ghutne bed pe tikaye, uska nanga badan Dara ke seene se chipak gaya. Usne Dara ke baalon mein ungliyaan daal di aur wild kiss shuru kar diya (zubaan se zubaan takra rahi thi, laar mil rahi thi, saansein ek doosre ke muh mein ja rahi thi).
Kiss ke beech mein hi Dara ke haathon ne peeche jaake bra ke hooks tak pahunchaaye. Ek jhatka… teen hooks ek saath khule. Bra dheeli hui aur Menaka ne khud hi shoulders aage karke bra utaar phenki.
Usi pal uske bade-bade boobs ekdum azaad ho gaye. Heavy, perfectly round, thoda sa bounce kiya jaise slow-motion mein, phir seedhe Dara ke muh ke saamne ruk gaye. Dono nipples rock-hard, pink, ekdum tight aur sensitive.
Dara ki aankhein chamak gayi. Usne dono haath aage badhaye, dono boobs ko neeche se pakda aur zor se masla (jaise do bade rasgulle daba raha ho). Menaka ki gardan peeche chali gayi, muh khula aur ek lambi siski nikli, “Haaaaaaa… ohhh fuck…”
Dara ne ek boob ko muh ke bilkul paas laaya aur seedha nipple muh mein daal liya. Zor ka suck… itna zor se ki nipple andar tak kheench liya. Dusre boob ko haath se masalte hue nipple ko do ungliyon mein pakad ke ghumaya, phir zor se pinch kiya.
Menaka ki aankhein band, hoth khule, laar ek side se tapak rahi thi. Uski saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, pet andar-bahar ho raha tha jaise bellows.
Dara ne chhod diya ek nipple, uspe thodi si laal nishaan pad gayi, phir doosra nipple muh mein liya aur usse bhi wilder choosa. Kabhi zor se kheenchta, kabhi daant se halka kaat-ta, kabhi zubaan se gol-gol ghumata. Har suck ke saath “chup-chup-chup” ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Menaka ab khud hi apne boobs Dara ke muh mein daba rahi thi, uske sar ko pakad ke zor se dabati. “Haan… chooso… zor se chooso… haaye mar gayi…”
Dara ne dono boobs ek saath pakde, beech mein muh daal ke cleavage bana di aur zubaan se chaatne laga, neeche se upar tak lambi-lambi licks. Phir ek boob ko muh mein leke itna zor se choosa ki Menaka ki kamar ekdum upar uth gayi, uski chut Dara ke pet pe ragad gayi.
“Memsaab… tere boobs toh jaise doodh se bhare hue hain… kitne rasile hain,” Dara ne boobs ko chhod ke bola, phir doosra round shuru.
Is baar usne Menaka ko thoda upar kheencha taaki uske boobs bilkul uske muh ke upar latak rahe hon. Phir neeche se muh khol ke ek boob andar liya, dusre ko haath se zor-zor se masalte hue. Menaka ab khud hi apni gaand hila rahi thi, Dara ke lund pe ragad rahi thi (panty abhi bhi pehni thi lekin poori geeli).
Dara ne ek nipple ko daant mein daba ke kheencha, itna ki Menaka cheekh padi, “Aaaahh… watchman ji… mar daloge kya!” Lekin uski aankhon mein masti thi.
Phir Dara ne dono nipples ko apne dono haathon ki do ungliyon mein pakda aur zor-zor se ghumaya, jaise radio ka knob ghuma raha ho. Menaka ka poora badan kaanp gaya, uski chut se paani ki dhaar si nikalne lagi.
“Ab bas karo……..saha nahi jaata…….ouch,” Menaka ne roti hui awaaz mein kaha.
Dara ne muskurate hue ek last baar dono boobs ko muh mein bhar ke choosa, phir chhod diya. Dono boobs ab laal ho chuke the, nipples ekdum swollen aur chamak rahe the thook se.
“Abhi toh shuruaat hai memsaab… abhi poora doodh nikaalunga tera,” Dara ne hass kar kaha.

Dara robe poora utaar ke side phenka. Uska buddha body, patla lekin tight, chest pe safed-kaale baal, pet pe bhi thodi line. Lund ab poora khada tha, mota, supada bilkul shiny, thoda sa precum tip pe chamak raha tha. Usne apna lund pakda aur Menaka ki taraf ishaara kiya.

“Aa idhar memsaab… ab asli khel shuru.”
Menaka dheere se ghuti, uski saansen abhi bhi tezi se chal rahi thi. Woh bed pe ghutno ke bal aayi, uski bade boobs latak rahe the, nipples abhi bhi hard. Dara ke saamne ruk gayi, usne uske baal pakde aur muh kholne ka ishaara kiya. Menaka ne muh khola aur dheere se lund andar liya, ab full deep-throat style. Dara ne kamar aage ki aur ek zor ka thrust maara, Menaka ki aankhon mein paani aa gaya, gale se “glug-glug” awaaz aayi, laar uske chin pe tapakne lagi.
Dara ab rhythm mein uske muh ko chodne laga, har thrust pe Menaka ki throat se awaaz nikal rahi thi, uski laar lund pe lag ke chamak rahi thi. Woh dono haathon se Dara ki taangein pakad ke balance bana rahi thi, uski badi gaand peeche ko ubhari hui thi, bilkul perfect doggy pose mein.
Phir Dara ne usko peeche dhakka diya, Menaka bed pe giri, uski peeth thandi chadar se lagi, ek current sa dauda hoga. Dara uske upar chadh gaya, apne ghutne se uski taangein kholi aur apna lund uski chut ke lips pe ragadne laga. Menaka ki saans ruk gayi, usne aankhein band kar li, hoth kaat liye.



Meri wife ab sirf panty mein thi, apne lover ke upar squirm aur writhe kar rahi thi, jaise bhookhi teenager kiss kar rahi ho. Unke kisses ki passion intensity dekh ke main shock ho gaya. Yeh sirf convenient booty call ya no-strings fling nahi lag raha tha. Isme kuch zyada meaningful tha aur yeh baat mujhe thodi si dara bhi rahi thi.

Thodi der baad Dara ne usko apne upar se roll kiya. Uska weight shayad zyada der seh nahi pa raha tha. Usne Menaka ko bed ke kinare pe baithaya aur khud zameen pe khada ho gaya.
"Suck!" usne order diya, meri wife ne bhookhe sher ki tarah comply kiya. "Haath se mere balls ko pleasure de sakti hai."

"Oggay," usne lund muh mein bhara hua slurr karke bola.

Menaka ab bed ke kinare topless baithi thi, aage jhuk kar watchman ka lund choos rahi thi. Left hand uski kamar pe, right hand balls ko cradle aur fondle kar rahi thi. Dara uske upar khada tha, ek haath sar pe, dusra hips pe, mera robe pehne hue, mere bedroom mein, smug khushi wala expression liye, jaise meri wife usko blowjob de rahi ho.

"Zameen pe aa!" usne zor se order diya aur baal pakad ke kheencha.

Meri wife obediently bed se slip hui aur ghutno pe baith gayi. Jaise hi slip hui, chadar se friction hua aur panty do inch neeche khisak gayi, thodi si nangi gaand aur crack dikh gaya. Instinctively usne haath daal ke upar kheencha. Lekin uss ek second ke liye bhi nangi gaand ka glimpse itna erotic laga. Jaldi hi woh ghutno pe thi, thodi kamar se jhuki hui, balls se khelte hue lund bhookhe choos rahi thi. Uske full juicy lips uske mota lund ke around tight lapete hue the, stretch ho gaye the limit tak. Har thrust pe uski lipstick shaft pe lag rahi thi.
"Tongue use kar, tongue use kar!" usne casually gaal pe thappad maara aur order diya.
Aur main dekh sakta tha uski jeebh muh ke andar lund ke around circle bana rahi thi, gaal mein bump dikh raha tha. Kuch second baad lund bahar nikala, do baar khansi, phir jeebh bahar nikaal ke base se tip tak poora lick kiya. Tip pe do baar circle. Uske nanhen ungliyaan bade balls ko pleasure deti rahi.
Phir usne ek bilkul trashy porn wali cheez ki. Apne bade boobs pakde aur lund ko usme lapet liya. Dara ko yeh bahut pasand aaya, usne thodi der titty-fuck kiya phir lund wapas muh mein ghusa diya.
"Boobs toh achhe hain chhune khelne ko, lekin mera lund ko toh teri muh mein hi pasand hai."
Dara ki awaaz breathless aur high-pitched ho gayi thi, woh clearly jhadne ke bilkul paas tha. Is baar jab lund muh mein gaya, usne khud climax tak control liya. Dono haathon se baal pakde aur tezi se hips buck karne laga, ab woh Menaka ka muh chod raha tha, blowjob nahi le raha tha. Rapid motion se Menaka surprise hui, usne support ke liye hips pakad liye. Lekin jaldi hi enjoy karne lagi, haath dheere se gaand pe gaye aur massage karne lagi.
"GLPPP...GLPPP...GLPPPPP..." Menaka ke muh se muffled gagging sounds aa rahe the, lekin woh discomfort nahi, full carnal maza dikha rahe the.
Surreal scene tha. Meri wife sirf panty mein, haath uski gaand pe lapete hue, muh uske crotch mein ghusa hua. Woh baal pakad ke mercilessly muh chod raha tha. Uske boobs aage-peeche swing kar rahe the, baari-baari uski thighs aur khud ki ribs pe slap kar rahe the. Dara bilkul dominant lag raha tha jaise meri wife ko personal fucktoy ki tarah use kar raha ho.
"Urrrrhhhhhh!!"
Dara ne suddenly grunt kiya, hips rok diye. Menaka ke baal pe grip tight, uske gaal phool gaye kyunki muh uske jizz se bhar raha tha. Aankhein badi ho gayi, woh peeche hatne ki koshish kar rahi thi. Ab tak jo bataya tha usne, usne kabhi muh mein nahi jhada tha. Lekin usne firm pakda aur woh resist karna chhod di, muh flood ho gaya.
Lag raha tha eternity lekin sirf kuch second the.
"GLMMMMMM." zor ka swallowing sound.
Mujhe arousal aur jealousy ka teesra attack pada, meri wife ne abhi watchman ka bahut saara cum swallow kar liya, woh courtesy mujhe kabhi nahi di.
Dara hans pada aur finally baal chhode. Turant Menaka ka sar peeche hata, zor se khansne lagi. Thoda sa cum muh se nikal ke uski thighs pe gira. Woh bed ke against lean kar ke baithi, haathon se muh se nikla cum ponchh rahi thi. Dara ko cross look diya aur khansti rahi.
Dara phir se hans pada, uske sar pe dheere se tap kiya aur bathroom ki taraf chala gaya, shayad clean karne. Aur main apni wife ko carefully dekhta raha, wheeze kar rahi thi, saans wapas le rahi thi. Chehre pe cum ke streaks aur gobs. Aankhein moist, khansi ki wajah se. Boobs idhar-udhar hil rahe the. Chehre pe upset expression.

Menaka ghutno pe baithi rahi, saans abhi bhi tez thi. Uske honthon pe thodi si chamak thi (thook aur cum ka mixture), chin pe ek boond latak rahi thi. Usne zubaan nikaal ke usse chaat liya, dheere se, jaise abhi bhi believe nahi kar pa rahi ki usne sach mein pee liya.
Dil ke andar ek gehri si goonj thi.
Sharam… bahut zyada sharam. Main… maine aisa kaise kar diya? Usne apne aap ko shadi ke din yaad kiya, safed saree mein, mangalsutra pehne hue, sabki nazron mein “sanskari biwi”. Aur aaj wahi Menaka ghutno pe baithi hai, kisi buddhe watchman ka cum pi chuki hai, aur… aur usse maza bhi aa raha hai.
Phir ek doosri feeling uthi, garv jaisi. Haan, maine kiya. Pehli baar. Kisi ke saath nahi, sirf is mard ke saath. Jaise usne koi bada record tod diya ho jo usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha. Jaise woh ab ek nayi aurat ban gayi ho, jisne apni saari seemayein cross kar di.
Uske muh mein abhi bhi woh taste tha (thoda namkeen, thoda musky, garam). Woh taste ab uske andar tha. Gale se pet tak utar chuka tha. Aur woh taste usse… safe feel kara raha tha. Jaise ab woh Dara ki ho gayi ho, poori tarah se marked.
Usne dheere se apna haath pet pe rakha. Ab yeh andar hai… mera andar… uska hissa. Ek ajeeb si intimacy mehsoos hui. Jaise shadi ke baad bhi kabhi itni closeness nahi hui thi.
Phir ek chhoti si smile uske honthon pe aa gayi. Ab mujhe pata hai… yeh taste kaisa hota hai. Ab mujhe pata hai… main kitni wild ho sakti hoon. Ab mujhe pata hai… main kabhi pehle itni khush nahi thi.
Sharam ab bhi thi, lekin us sharam ke neeche ek gehra sukoon tha. Jaise usne finally apni asli sexual self ko accept kar liya ho.


Fascination se dekhta raha jaise Menaka ki chest finally stable hui. Sar peeche kiya aur zor se saans chhodi. Phir snap se seedha. Right hand uthaya jisse cum ponchha tha. Carefully dekha. Phir dheere se jeebh nikaal ke thoda lick kiya. Hoth pe wry smile. Phir haath aur wrist saaf chaat liya, jo bhi jizz tha swallow. Phir fingers se chehre aur neck ke streaks gather kiye aur woh bhi swallow.

Ab tak jo bhi kiya tha uske baad bhi, yeh scene dekh ke laga meri wife ki psyche mein massive shift aa gaya hai. Shuru mein tentatively explore kar rahi thi, baby steps. Purani Menaka shayad gussa ho jaati Dara ke aise muh mein bharne pe. Pehle thodi upset bhi lagi thi. Lekin gussa dissipate ho gaya aur woh experience relish karne lagi. Yahan woh studiously cum gather aur swallow kar rahi thi jaise chocolate syrup ho.

Dara khada tha, robe ke dono taraf khule hue, lund ab dheere-dheere dheela pad raha tha, uspe Menaka ke thook aur laal lipstick ke nishaan saaf dikh rahe the. Usne ek lambi saans li, chest upar-neeche hua, phir dheere se neeche dekha, apne paon ke paas ghutno pe baithi Menaka ko.
Pehle toh uske chehre pe ek wild, vijayi smile aayi, jaise koi shikari ne bada shikaar gira diya ho. Saali… poora ka poora pi gayi. Uske dil mein ek gehra satisfaction utha. Yeh sirf jismani nahi tha; yeh ek aurat ko poori tarah se apna bana lene ka nasha tha.
Usne Menaka ke baal sehlaya, ungliyan uski scalp mein ghumayi. Uske dimaag mein ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi: Yeh high-class, angrezi bolne wali, expensive saree pehnne wali memsaab… aaj mere ghutno pe baithi hai, mera cum pi chuki hai… aur uski aankhon mein shukriya hai.
Usne socha: Kitni baar maine gate pe khada hokar dekha tha is ghar ko… andar ka luxury, iska pati imported gaadi mein aata-jaata… aur aaj usi pati ke bedroom mein, usi ke golden robe mein khada hoon, uski biwi mere lund ko “asli pati” bol rahi hai.
Ek buddhe watchman ke ego ko jo kick mila, woh laakhon rupaye se bhi zyada tha.
Phir usne Menaka ki aankhon mein dekha, woh paani bhari aankhein, woh sharmaayi si muskurahat. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si pyaar-jaisi feeling uthi. Yeh sirf chodne ka khel nahi raha tha ab. Yeh aurat uske liye kuch aur ban gayi thi.
Usne dheeme se bola, awaaz mein ek nayi si malikaana narmi, “Uth… abhi toh raat baki hai, meri rani.”


Menaka dheere se uthi aur bed pe chadh gayi. Peeth ke bal spread hui, taangein wide kholi, ceiling dekhti rahi, absent-mindedly fingers chaat ti rahi. Bade boobs sides pe flop ho gaye the, nipples super hard. Phir dheere se ek haath panty mein daala aur khud ko play karne lagi, kabhi-kabhi moan. Maine camera zoom kiya, fingers chut mein fuck kar rahi thi, clit nahi. Phir pet ke bal roll hui, thodi ghutno pe uthi aur fingering continue.

Dara bathroom mein ghusaa, darwaza band nahi kiya. Light jali aur woh mirror ke saamne khada ho gaya.
Pehle usne apna lund dekha. Abhi bhi thoda geela tha, aur uspe Menaka ki dark-maroon lipstick ke saaf-saaf nishaan the: supade pe ek ring, shaft pe lambi-lambi lines, jaise koi premium car pe racing stripes laga diye hon. Woh nishaan dekh ke uske muh pe ek satisfied smirk aa gaya.
Usne tap khola, garam paani chalaaya aur lund ko haath mein liya. Paani ke neeche woh lipstick ke nishaan dheere-dheere dhul rahe the, lekin Dara jaan-boojhkar dheere kar raha tha. Har baar jab woh ungli se ragadta, uske dimaag mein flashback aata:
• Menaka ghutno pe baithi, honth poore stretch, lipstick lagte hue
• uski aankhein upar dekh rahi thi, submissive aur bhookhi
• woh “watchman ji” bol rahi thi
Saali navy wale ki biwi… Ayan ki maa… Usne apne aap se muskuraate hue socha. Jis aurat ko colony mein sab “bhabhi ji” bol ke izzat dete hain, uske honthon ke nishaan abhi mere lund pe lage hue hain.
Woh jaanta tha Menaka ka pati navy mein hai, six months ke liye bahar rehta hai. Woh jaanta tha Ayan college-college mein busy rehta hai. Aur ab woh yeh bhi jaan chuka tha ki yeh ghar… yeh aurat… ab uski hai.
Usne paani band kiya, lund ko towel se pochha, lekin poora saaf nahi kiya. Thodi si lipstick abhi bhi base pe reh gayi thi, jaise ek secret trophy.
Mirror mein khud ko dekha, golden robe pehna hua (wahi robe jo Menaka ke pati ka tha). Usne robe ka front khula chhoda, lund abhi bhi semi-erect, lipstick ka faint nishaan dikhta hua.
Phir woh bathroom se bahar aaya, dheere-dheere bedroom ki taraf chalta hua, dil mein ek hi baat:
Aaj raat ke baad yeh navy wali biwi har hafte mere liye apni chut khol ke rakhegi… aur main uske bete ke saamne bhi usko chodunga ek din. Bas intezaar hai.
Woh bedroom ke darwaze pe pahuncha, Menaka bed pe leti thi, sirf panty mein, saans abhi bhi tez.


Menaka uss angle se bilkul slutty lag rahi thi. Muh bed mein dhansa, taangein spread, panty mein dhanki gaand upar-neeche, fingers chut mein. Smooth nangi peeth.

Dara thodi der baad wapas aaya, robe ab bhi khula. Dekha Menaka pet ke bal leti khud ko pleasure de rahi hai aur smile kiya.
"Pasand aaya memsaab?" usne poocha.
"Mmmmm." horny moan mein jawab.
"Lover ka juice swallow karna pasand aaya?" bed pe uske bagal mein elbows pe propped hua.
Menaka side pe mudhi, taangein curl ki. Panty mein bhi badi gaand double inviting. Dara ke paas snug hui, sar uske shoulder pe rakh diya. Dara bhi side pe aaya aur nangi kamar pe haath rakh diya.
"Maine kabhi aisa nahi kiya pehle." Menaka sharma ke boli. Haath panty se bahar, Dara ka semi-erect lund sehlane lagi.
"Matlab husband ka bhi nahi swallow kiya?" sachchi surprise thi awaaz mein.
"Nahi." sar hilaaya.
"Isse mujhe bahut special feel ho raha hai." Dara ne gaand pe haath phera. "Tere commitment ka achha gesture hai."
Menaka kuch nahi boli, bas chest ke baal kiss kiye aur aur close snug hui. Kuch minute cuddle karte rahe phir Menaka ne poocha,
"Vimla hamesha swallow karti hai?" awaaz mein thodi jealousy.
"Nahi, main bhi yahi soch raha tha. Woh muh mein lene deti hai lekin thook deti hai. Lowly maid line draw karti hai swallow pe, lekin rich memsaab bs bhookhe lap up karti hai aur leftover bhi chaat leti hai." Dara hans pada.
Iss baat se Menaka ke chehre pe shame aur arousal ka mix aaya.
"Uska mere mein kya hai jo mujhme nahi?" sharp tone mein.
"Ab uske paas kuch nahi, balki woh kya karti hai." Dara jaldi bola.
"Aur agar main bhi wahi karne lagoon?"
Dara elbow pe utha aur Menaka ko dekha.
"Kya bol rahi hai? Tu chahti hai? Ready hai?"
"NO! Maine aisa nahi kaha." Menaka bhi elbow pe uthi aur lover ko dekha.
"Toh?"
"Main bol rahi hoon ki agar...sirf agar...main karoon, toh cheezein kaise badlengi?"
"Tu chahegi waise badlengi?"
"Forget it." Menaka peeth ke bal giri, jeebh chabayi.

Dara elbow pe hi raha, smile karta hua Menaka ko dekhta raha. Kuch bolna chahta tha lekin chup raha. Haath neeche le gaya aur panty ke andar.
"Aaj toh tu poori geeli hai!" do ungliyaan chut mein ghusa ke bola.
Menaka ki boobs sensation se kaanp gayi. Lekin usne haath nikaal diya.
"Abhi mat kar. Bas...baahon mein le aur cuddle kar." sar wapas shoulder pe rakh diya.

Dara ki baahon mein Menaka abhi bhi chipki hui thi, uska ek haath uski kamar pe tha aur doosra uski gaand ko panty ke upar se dheere-dheere masal raha tha. Menaka ka chehra uske seene mein chhupa tha, uski saansein garam aur tez thi. Woh dheere se uske chest pe kiss karti hui boli, “Hamesha se aisa tha tu… itna bhookha?”

Dara ne halki si hasi bhari aur uski gaand ko zor se dabaya, “Arre memsaab, tu jab se is building mein aayi hai na… teri woh tight salwar mein latakti hui badi si gaand… aur jab blouse se tere gore-gore boobs jhalak jaate the… main toh roj darwaze pe khada rehkar bas tera intezaar karta tha. Sochta tha kab milegi ek baar, kab chu lunga inhe.”
Menaka ne sharmaate hue uski gardan pe kiss kiya, “Sach mein? Buddhe, itna ganda dimag tha tera?”

“Ganda nahi, sachcha,” Dara ne uski panty ke andar haath daal diya aur seedha uski nangi gaand pe haath pherne laga. “Raat ko duty pe jab sab so jaate the, main cabin mein baith kar teri hi sochta tha… haath andar daal kar mutth maarta tha, bas tera naam lete hue. Teri woh matakti hui gaand dekh kar toh lagta tha abhi yahin chod doon tujhe.”

Dara soch ke bola. "Sex mein hamesha interest toh tha. Lekin sach bolun, jawani mein zyada action nahi mila. Auraton ko samajh nahi aata tha. Plus jaldi shaadi ho gayi. Army mein limited access. Wife ke saath jo tha usi se khush tha. Phir woh mar gayi aur maine, you know, shopping shuru ki."

"Kitni auraton ke saath raha?"

"Ek dozen ke aaspaas." shrug kiya. "Tu kitne mardon ke saath?"

"Tu teesra hai."

"Toh Banke ko count kiya toh chautha."

Menaka sharam se laal ho gayi.

"Woh bas impulse tha. Usko pity aaya."

"Usko bura nahi laga." Dara smile kiya.

Menaka ka haath neeche gaya aur Dara ka lund pakad liya, jo dobara hard ho raha tha.

"Already?" dheere se stroke karte hue poocha.

"Sara tera kamaal. Tujhe baahon mein liye, sex ki baat, aur yeh magical fingers. Agar muh bhi cooperate kare...hehe." wink maari.

Menaka ne ek bilkul randi wali smile di, aankhon mein shaitani bhari hui thi. Woh bed pe neeche khisak gayi, ghutne mod kar kamar se fold ho gayi, dono taangein apni taraf kheench li aur muh poora khol diya. Dara ka mota, kadak lund seedha uske honthon pe tha. Usne jeebh nikaal kar pehle topi pe gol-gol ghumayi, phir ek jhatke mein aadha lund muh mein le liya.
“Ummmm… ahhh… kitna mota hai ye…” Menaka ne lund muh se nikaal kar boli, laar se geela karke dobara andar daal liya. Ab uska sir tezi se upar-neeche hone laga. Har baar lund gehra jaata toh uski aankhein pani se bhar jaati, par woh rukti nahi thi. Ek haath usne Dara ke balls pe rakha tha, dheere-dheere masalti hui, doosre haath se lund ka base pakad rakha tha.
Dara ne apna sar peeche kiya, aankhein band, maze mein siski bhari, “Aahhh… kya choosti hai tu…….…”

Woh dobara lund muh mein daal kar zor-zor se choosne lagi, gale tak le jaati, laar tapak rahi thi.
“Uummphhh… ummphhh…” Menaka ki awaazein lund se dab rahi thi, par usne muh nahi chhoda. Uski aankhein Dara ko dekh rahi thi, bilkul submissive aur bhookhi.

Dara ne uske baal pakad kar sir ko zor se dabaya, “Le poora… gale tak le saali… aaj tera muh bhi chut bana dunga…”
Menaka ki gardan tak lund ghus gaya, uski naak Dara ke pet se takra rahi thi. Woh kuch second ruk gayi, phir dheere se peeche hati, laar ki lambi si laar tapki. Usne saans li aur phir se attack kar diya.

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Dara bed pe peeche leta raha, dono haath Menaka ki badi si gaand pe. Panty ke patle kapde ke upar se usne dono haathon se zor se gaand ko masla, jaise aata gundh raha ho.
“Aahhh… yeh gaand toh mast hai poori,” usne dheemi garam awaaz mein bola, “itni mulayam… itni bhaari… jaise do bade-bade rasgulle ek panty mein bandhe hue hain.”

Phir ek zor ka thappad maara, chataak! Panty ke upar se bhi awaaz goonji.
“Kitni cheeti hai re teri gaand… dekh kitna hilti hai!” Usne doosra thappad maara, doosri taraf. Menaka ki gaand laal hone lagi thi kapde ke upar se bhi dikh raha tha.

Woh dono haathon se gaand ko faila kar dekhta raha, “Pata hai… jab tu lift mein chadhti thi na, main peeche se bas yeh dekh kar khada rehta tha. Sochta tha, kab ek baar yeh panty neeche kar ke in do tarbooj ko muh se kaatunga.”
Phir usne zor se squeeze kiya, itna zor se ki Menaka ki saans ruk gayi ek pal ke liye.
“Uff… buddhe…” Menaka ne siski bharke kaha, muh abhi bhi lund ke paas.
Dara ne has kar phir se thappad maara, ek ke baad ek teen-chaar, har baar gaand hilti aur woh maze se bolta, “Yeh gaand toh bana hi hai thappad khane ke liye… dekh kitna laal ho gaya… abhi toh panty bhi utregi, phir asli rang dikhaunga.”

Usne apni ungli panty ke elastic mein daal kar thoda neeche khincha, gaand ka half hissa dikhne laga, phir chhod diya, taaki elastic gaand pe zor se takraye.
“Ouch” Menaka chillayi aur hassi

"Panty utaar doon memsaab?" politely poocha.

Menaka ne lund muh se nikala, dekha, sar hilaaya. Usne upar kheencha embrace mein aur panty utaarne laga. Fully shaved chut aur glorious nangi gaand view mein aayi, panty ankles tak neeche aur kick kar ke side. Thodi der nangi body pawed phir baith gaya. Menaka bhi baith gayi.

Maine apni nangi wife ko dekha, boobs heave kar rahe, taangein folded, fingers nervously baal se khel rahe. Chehre pe arousal aur conflict.
"Dusri side aa." Dara bola. Ab tak right mein thi, ab left chahiye.

Hands and knees pe Menaka orientation change ki. Badi nangi gaand jiggle hui. Webcam se yeh new arrangement mujhe zyada pasand aaya, wife ki nangi body aur face ka close view.
Dara ne close kheencha. Menaka ab lover ke rhythms samajh gayi thi jaise. Kuch humein dashak baad bhi nahi aaya.

Dara ne peeth ke bal litaya. Right leg knee se fold, paer bed pe. Khud left side pe aaya, left leg apne hips pe kheench li. Hips aage kiye, mota khada lund left thigh ke upar poke kar raha tha. Menaka ne gaand close ki, lund crotch pe rub hone laga.

Phir muh neeche kiya aur kiss shuru. Menaka ki taangein Dara se intertwined, lund chut ke aaspaas hit kar raha tha. Phir left arm se taangein upar uthayi. Aur hips gently buck karne laga, lund chut mound aur thighs ke beech rub hone laga.
"Mmm...ahh..." Menaka moan, shayad clit pe lag raha tha. Pehli baar live dekh raha tha Menaka ne jo describe kiya tha, penetration-free fucking.

Bahut zyada elaborate aur aggressive tha jo Menaka ne bataya usse. Penetrate nahi kiya, lekin left hand se lund hairless crotch pe guide kar raha tha. Zor se lips pe, clit pe, up-down ass crack mein, perineum pe poke.

"Ahhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhh." Menaka kisses ke beech moan kar rahi thi.
"Pasand aa raha hai na?" Dara breathlessly.
"Yeahhhhhh...ooooh." Menaka ki gaand convulse aur sway kar rahi thi.
"Mera mota lund teri chut pe everywhere pasand hai?"
"Haan."
"Bol na."
"I love your thick dick all over my pussy...mmmmmmmmm."
Menaka ki awaaz mein urgency aur submission tha, main seedha baith gaya. Hips up-down buck, gaand aur obscenely jiggle.
"Sirf mere liye shave kiya?"
"Sirf tere liye shave kiya lover." robe ka collar pakad ke writhing mein boli.
"Mera lund pasand hai?"
"I love your...mmmmmmmmmm...love your dick."
"Sooooo.." Dara ne suddenly ruk gaya aur tip chut ke entrance pe set kiya.
Menaka bhi ruk gayi, aankhon mein dekha.
"Well?" usne poocha.
Menaka do second aur dekhti rahi aur sar hilaaya.
"Pakka?"
"Yesss..." baal pakde aur kiss mein kheench liya.
Dara dheere hips aage kiye aur mota supada meri wife ki chut mein breach kar gaya. Main cabin mein hazaar mile door almost jhad gaya jaise meri wife ne finally final frontier cross kiya.
"AAAAAAAAAAA!!" kiss toda aur aankhein band karke chillayi, gaand jerk hui peeche hatne ki. Lekin Dara ne hips pakde aur thoda aur ghusa diya.
"IT'S SO THICKKKKKKKK!!" meri wife zor se chillayi, aankhein tight band. Aur sach mein mota tha, mujhse bahut zyada.
"Dheere jaunga." gaal pe kiss karke bola.
Tip bahar nikala phir wapas ghusa diya, is baar aadha.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH..." Menaka ph933 scream, aankhein ab bhi band.
"Ruk jaaun?" concerned awaaz mein.
Iss sawal pe Menaka ne aankhein kholi aur eager expression se urgently boli,
"NO NO NO...jaari rakh...achha lag raha hai...achha lag raha hai."
Dara smile kiya. Hips aur upar, taangein door, ek swift motion mein poora mota lund andar thok diya.
"JAI MAHAKALI!!" usne battlecry maari
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Menaka ki gaand bed pe upar-neeche thapne lagi jaise ab tak ka sabse mota lund chut mein ghus gaya.
Aur cabin mein baitha main delight aur doom ke saath dekh raha tha meri wife finally doosre aadmi se chud rahi thi.
"OHHHHH IT'S SO THICK...IT'S SO GOOD..." Menaka chillayi, hips buck aur thrash, Dara ka lund ab chut mein poora ghusa hua.

Journey shuru hui thi usko Dara-Vimla pe spy karte, phir mere prodding se, uske dreams ke baad, ab logical conclusion pe pahunch gayi. Main toh chahta hi tha. Phir bhi dil mein ek disconcerting feeling kyun aa rahi thi?

"Tu itni tight aur garam hai memsaab." Dara happily bola.

Left hand right gaand pe rakh ke close kheench liya, torsos side se touch. Menaka ne right leg kamar pe lapet li. Hoth se lover ke chest hair aur shoulders kiss kar rahi thi. Pakad ke Dara ne dheere-dheere deep strokes se chut mein piston shuru kiya.
"Oh yes...oh yes..." Menaka whisper kar rahi thi. Enhanced filter se chut ke squelching sounds aa rahe the bed pe chudai ke.
"Teri smooth bald chut skin pe kitni achhi lagti hai." kaan kaat te hue bola.

Menaka lover se chipki hui gande avaaj nikaal rahi thi har stroke pe. Dara ka kadak baalon se bhari gaand authoritatively move kar raha tha.
"Dekh kya miss kar rahi thi?" poocha.
"Hmmmm...oh yesssssssss..." ek purposeful thrust ka jawab.
Mere saath Menaka bed mein bahut silent rehti thi. Talkative dekh ke jealousy ka teesra attack pada.

"NOOOOOOOOOO...DON"T STOP!!" Menaka chillayi jaise Dara ne lund bahar nikala aur dheere se dhakka diya.
"Relax memsaab. Bas position change kar raha hoon." peeth ke bal dhakel diya.
"Oh good."
Meri wife ne khud taangein uthayi, wide kholi aur geeli chut rub karne lagi.

Dara ne ghutne uski thighs ke neeche, ankles pakde aur lund wapas chut mein ghusa diya.
"Oh yeahhhhhh!!" khushi se jawab jab lund wapas aaya.
Dara ne taangein chhodi aur aage jhuka, muh uske upar. Kiss kiya, Menaka ne moan ke beech wapas kiya. Lovingly sar pe haath, Menaka ne neck ke peeche haath lock kiye embrace mein. Robe ab bhi pehne tha, robe se dhanki gaand aage-peeche hump karne lagi missionary mein chudai. Menaka ki taangein knees se folded lekin obscenely hawa mein latak rahi thi aur hil rahi thi plowed hote hue.
"Pasand aa raha hai?"
"Yessss." high-pitched. "Itna mota hai!"
"Chudna pasand hai?"
"Yes, Mujhe chudna pasand hai." kiss karte hue.
"Toh itna intezaar kyun karwaya?" Dara ne chodna rok diya.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn." Menaka ne disappointment ki awaaz nikali. Taangein kamar pe lapet ke wapas kheenchne ki koshish.
"Bheek mang!" Dara gussey se bola. Ab poori tarah se meri horny wife ke saath khel raha tha, usko pata tha mahinon se nahi chudi thi.Fast




“Main bheek mangti hu……”
“Kya bheek mangti hai?”
“Please, bheek mangti hu ki mujhe chodo.”
“Bol, tu ek shaadi-shuda high-class memsaab hai jo apne watchman se chudna chahti hai.”
“Yes, yes, main ek shaadi-shuda high-class memsaab hoon jo apne watchman se chudna chahti hoon, chudna zaruri samajhti hu!”
“Good girl!” usne gaal pe pat kiya aur phir se chodne laga.

Missionary mein aise hi paanch minute chalta raha, sirf Dara ki siskiyaan, Menaka ki kabhi na-suni moans aur skin ki thap-thap se bhara hua. Jo awaazein nikal rahi thi meri wife se, main believe hi nahi kar pa raha tha.

“Okay, uth!” finally Dara seedha hua aur bola. “Ab tujhe kutiya bana kar chodunga.”
Menaka obediently haathon-ghutno pe aa gayi, webcam se muh pher ke.
“Kamar jhuka randi! Tere pati ne tujhe kabhi doggy mein nahi choda kya?” usne dheere se kamar pe mukka maara.

Mere saath bhi Menaka ko proper back-arch karwane mein problem hoti thi. Samajh hi nahi aati thi ki gaand kaise ubhaar ke chut expose kare. Mere saath toh nahi. Dara ke saath ekdum perfect pose mein aa gayi.

“Dekh yeh chut! Ekdum saaf shaved, itni geeli, baccha hone ke baad bhi itni tight.” Dara ne gaand ki crack mein ungliyaan upar-neeche pherti hui ganda bola. Menaka bas moan kar rahi thi.
“Jaldi kar na!” ek minute baad usne irritation se bola.
“Demanding ho gayi!” Dara hans ke position mein aaya.
Usne neeche se uske bade-bade boobs pakde aur doggy style mein thokne laga. Menaka ki siskiyaan wapas shuru. Pleasure se poori paagal lag rahi thi.
Scene kitna perverted tha. Doggy sabse animalistic style hai. Aur yahan meri seedhi-saadi traditional wife watchman ka mota lund chut mein le rahi thi iss pose mein. Baal chehre pe gir gaye the, face dikh nahi raha tha. Koi bhi random randi lag sakti thi jo iss neeche ke gurkhe se thukai kha rahi ho. Lekin yeh meri wife thi, believe nahi ho raha tha.
Dara ne boobs chhode. Dara ne Menaka ke baal zor se peeche kheenche hue the, uska sar upar uth gaya, gardan ekdum khinch gayi thi jaise koi ghodi ki lagam pakdi ho. Uske muh se sirf siskariyaan aur "haan... haan... aur zor se..." jaise madhoshi bhare shabd nikal rahe the. Baal khinchte hi uska chehra saaf dikhne laga— aankhein band, muh khula, laal honth kaanp rahe the, laar tapak rahi thi thodi si. Seedhi-saadi Menaka ab bilkul ek bhookhi kutiya lag rahi thi jo apne maalik ke saamne jhuki hai.
Dara hans pada, uski saansein bhaari thi lekin control mein. Usne apna mota, kale lund ko ek baar poora bahar nikala—ek zor ka 'plop' sound hua, chut se paani ki boondein giri zameen pe—phir ek hi jhatke mein poora andar ghused diya. Menaka ki poori body aage ko dhakel gayi, uske haath bed pe fisal gaye, bas ghutne aur gaand hi upar thi ab.
“Ab dekh teri iss moti gaand ko kitna laal karta hoon, memsaab,” Dara ne ghurraate hue kaha aur phir shuru ho gaya thappadon ka silsila.
PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK!
Har thappad ke saath Menaka ki safed, mulayam gaand laal hoti ja rahi thi. Pehle halka pink, phir ghaani laal, jaise koi pakka tamatar. Dara ne speed nahi ghati—lund andar-bahar pistoning karta raha full force mein, aur saath-saath gaand pe thappad maarta raha. Kabhi daaya butt cheek, kabhi baaya, kabhi dono haathon se ek saath. Har thappad ke baad gaand hilti thi jaise jelly, laal nishaan ubhar aate the.
“Ahhh! Daraaaa... bas... jal rahi hai... uffff... mat rukna!” Menaka rone lagi lekin gaand peeche ko aur kar rahi thi, lund ko aur gehra lene ki koshish mein.
Dara ne uske baal chhode nahi. Ab usne ek haath se baal pakde rakhe aur dusre haath se gaand pe zor-zor se maarte hue apni pelvis ko Menaka ki gaand se takra raha tha—thap-thap-thap-thap ki awaaz room mein goonj rahi thi, jaise koi jaanwar zor se daud raha ho. Menaka ki gaand itni laal ho chuki thi ki chamakne lagi thi, haath ke panje ke nishaan saaf dikh rahe the.
“Bol memsaab! Kiski gaand hai ye?” Dara ne zor se baal kheencha.
“Teriii... sirf teriii gaand hai ye... aaaahhh!” Menaka chillayi, uski awaaz toot rahi thi.
Dara ne apni speed aur badha di. Ab woh poore janwar ki tarah chod raha tha—sar peeche kheench rakha tha, gaand laal kar di thi, aur lund jaise piston andar-bahar. Menaka ki chut se paani ki phach-phach awaaz aa rahi thi, bed ke neeche poori geeli jagah ban gayi thi. Uske boobs neeche latak kar jhool rahe the har thokne pe, nipples sakht ho gaye the.

PAK! PAK! PAK! Teen aur zor ke thappad maare Dara ne, itne zor se ki Menaka ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Phir woh ruk nahi saka—uski saansein phool gayi, lund phool kar aur mota ho gaya.

“Oh, teri yeh badi gol creamy gaand kitni zabardast hai. Vimla toh bilkul patli hai, uski gaand haddi ki tarah. Tu rich memsaab, rich khana khati hai, perfect gol aur maarne layak gaand!”

“OUCH!!” ek zor ke thappad pe Menaka chillayi.

Dara bed pe peeth ke bal gira, saans phooli hui, paseene se tar-batar. Usne ek haath se Menaka ki kamar pakdi aur zor se kheencha; Menaka uski taraf mud kar side pe let gayi, peeth Dara ke seene se chipak gayi. Ab dono spooning position mein the: Dara peeche se, Menaka aage.
Usne apna abhi bhi adha-khada mota lund Menaka ki jaanghon ke beech fislaya. Menaka ne khud hi apni taang thodi si upar utha di, shaved chut ka chhota sa triangle bilkul saaf dikh raha tha, geela aur chamakdar. Dara ne lund ka supada chut ke lips pe ragda, ek halka sa jhatka diya aur poora andar ghusa diya. Menaka ki saans ekdum se ruk gayi, “uhhhh…” ek lambi si siski nikli.

Ab dheere-dheere spoon-fuck shuru hua. Dara ka ek haath Menaka ke bade-bade boobs ke neeche se guzar gaya, unko zor se dabaya, nipple ko ungliyon mein masalte hue. Dusra haath uski kamar pe, usko apne se aur chipkaye hue. Har thokke pe Menaka ki gaand Dara ki pelvis se takra rahi thi—thap… thap… thap… halki awaaz, lekin bahut gehri.
Menaka ne apna sar peeche mudaya, Dara ne uske honthon ko apne muh mein le liya. Lamba, geela kiss shuru ho gaya—jiibh andar-bahar, laar ka exchange, saansein mil rahi thi. Kiss karte-karte hi Dara ka lund Menaka ki chut mein dheeme lekin zor ke dhakke laga raha tha. Har dhakke pe Menaka ke boobs side mein flop ho rahe the, jaise do bade doodh ke bharre balloons hila rahe hon.
“Abhi bhi geeli hai teri chut, memsaab… bilkul bhookhi lagi hai,” Dara ne kiss tod kar kaan mein phusphusaaya.
Menaka ne sirf “hmm… haan…” kaha, aankhein band, muh khula. Usne apna ek haath peeche daal kar Dara ki gaand pakad li, usko aur zor se dhakke lagane ko keh rahi thi.
Dara ne speed badha di. Ab spooning mein bhi full-on chudai shuru ho gayi. Usne Menaka ki upar wali taang utha li, ghutna mod kar, ab chut aur khul gayi thi. Lund ab aur gehra ja raha tha, supada har baar andar tak andar tak chhu raha tha. Menaka ki siskiyaan kiss mein dab rahi thi, kabhi-kabhi nikal kar “fuck… aur… haan…” jaise shabd.
Boobs ab free the, har zor ke dhakke pe aage-peeche hil rahe the, nipple hawa mein gol-gol ghoom rahe the. Dara ne apna haath neeche le ja kar clit pe ragadne laga, do ungliyon se zor se masalte hue. Menaka ki body ekdum akad gayi, uski saansein tez, “bas… bas… aa raha hai…” aur phir woh dobara jhad gayi, chut ne lund ko itna zor se jakda ki Dara bhi ruk nahi paya.

Paanch minute yeh chala, phir Dara baith gaya.

Dara ne Menaka ka haath pakda aur bed se utarte hi seedha computer table tak le gaya. Raat ke teen baje, webcam ka chhota sa red light jal raha tha, bilkul chupke se record kar raha tha. Main wahan baitha tha, screen ke uss taraf, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
“Jhuk,” Dara ne dheemi awaaz mein order diya.
Menaka ne ek pal ko bhi nahi socha. Usne swivel chair ko thoda aage kheencha, dono haathon ki kohni seat pe tikayi aur peeth jhuka di. Uski badi gaand ab bilkul camera ke saamne thi, laal thappadon ke nishaan abhi bhi taaze, jaise koi artist ne laal rang se paint kar diya ho. Baal chehre pe bikhre hue, honth khule, aankhein madhoshi mein doobhi hui.
Dara ne uski kamar pakdi, apna mota lund ek haath se pakad kar chut ke lips pe ragda, phir ek hi jhatke mein poora andar thok diya.
“Ufff… maaa…” Menaka ke muh se ek gehri siski nikli, chair ke wheels hil gaye, woh thodi aage sarak gayi.
Phir shuru hua standing doggy ka asli khel.
Dara ne pehle dheere-dheere dhakke lagaye, jaise chut ko phir se yaad dila raha ho ki abhi khel khatam nahi hua. Har dhakke pe Menaka ki gaand hilti, boobs neeche latak kar aage-peeche dole. Webcam se sab crystal clear dikh raha tha: uski shaved chut mein mota kaala lund andar-bahar, paani ki chamak, har baar jab Dara bahar nikalta to chut ke lips khinch jaate.
Phir Dara ne speed pakdi.
Thap… thap… thap… thap… thap…
Awaaz tezi se badhne lagi. Chair ke wheels se har dhakke pe Menaka aage sarak jaati, phir Dara uski kamar kheench kar wapas apne lund pe chipka deta. Uske haath ab Menaka ki gaand pe the, dono taraf se pakad rakha tha jaise koi ghodi ki lagam pakdi ho.
PAK! PAK! PAK!
Phir se thappad shuru.
“Le saali… teri yeh moti gaand ko aaj poori laal kar dunga!” Dara ne gurraya.
Har thappad ke saath Menaka ki gaand mein ek current daud jaata. Pehle se laal thi, ab aur gehra laal, maroon jaisa ho gaya. Haath ke panje ke nishaan ubhar aaye, ek ke upar ek. Menaka rone lagi lekin gaand peeche ko kar rahi thi, aur lund maang rahi thi.
“Maar… aur zor se maar… haan Dara… aise hi… kutiya bana de mujhe!” uski awaaz toot-toot kar nikal rahi thi.
Main screen pe apni wife ko aise dekh raha tha jaise koi porn movie chal raha ho, lekin yeh meri Menaka thi. Uski aankhein band, muh khula, laar tapak rahi thi, aur har thappad pe uska muh khul kar “AHHH!” ki awaaz nikalti.
Dara ne ab full animal mode on kar diya. Ek haath se gaand pe thappad, dusre haath se baal pakad kar sar peeche kheencha. Menaka ki gardan ekdum khinch gayi, muh upar, jaise koi bitch in heat chillaye.
PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK!
Lagataar thappad. Gaand ab bilkul jal rahi thi, laal se maroon, phir purple shades dikhne lage. Har thappad ke baad gaand hilti, boobs tezi se jhoolte. Dara ka lund jaise machine ki tarah andar-bahar, chut se phach-phach-phach ki awaaz aa rahi thi, paani neeche gir raha tha floor pe.
… OHHH GODDDDD!”
Aur phir woh jhad gayi. Itna intense orgasm ki uski poori body kamp gayi, taange ladkhadayi, chair pe hi girte-girte bachi. Chut ne Dara ke lund ko itna zor se jakda ki Dara bhi ruk nahi paya.
“Le randi… ab teri chut mein bhar deta hoon!”
Dara ne ek zor ka dhakka maara, poora lund andar ghusa kar ruk gaya. Usne Menaka ki gaand ko dono haathon se pakda, zor se dabaya, aur andar hi jhadne laga. Main zoom karta gaya, dekh raha tha kaise uska lund pulse kar raha tha, har pulse mein garam cum Menaka ki chut mein bhar raha tha.
Jab Dara peeche hata, lund bahar nikla to ek zor ka ‘plop’ sound hua. Menaka ki chut se safed cum ki moti dhaar behne lagi, jaanghon pe lambi-lambi streaks. Woh abhi bhi jhuki hui thi, saans phooli hui, gaand upar, bilkul thaki hui kutiya.
Dara peeche ladkhadaya, bed pe dhadam se baith gaya, saans phooli hui, lund abhi bhi adha khada, cum aur paani se saga hua.
Aur main wahan screen ke uss taraf baitha, haath se apna lund dbaaye, dekh raha tha ki meri traditional biwi ab poori tarah se ek cum-soaked, laal-gaand wali, trashy rand lag rahi thi, webcam ke saamne.

“Unbelievable tha yeh!”

Menaka ab bhi chair pe jhuki nangi thi. Dheere seedhi hui, poori satisfied aur thaki hui. Ghutne ladkhadaye aur wahi zameen pe gir gayi. Phir fetal position mein curl ho gayi.

Dara concerned face ke saath utha, paas baitha.
“Theek hai memsaab?” lovingly gaand pe haath phera.
“Haan, theek hoon.” saans ab bhi tezi se. Thodi sharmindagi thi ab.
“Kitni zor se chillati hai tu! Bilkul hyena!”
“Chup!” usne thappad maara aur hans di.
“Chal.” seedha hua. “Nahane chal.”
“Ek minute.” whiny awaaz mein. “Thak gayi hoon.”
“Itni jaldi thak gayi? Tera pati itna lamba nahi chodta kya?”
“Chodta hai.” dheere baithte hue. “Lekin itna… aggressive nahi.”

Aur yeh kiski galti hai, main poochhna chahta tha. Apni saari girlfriends ke saath main bahut rough-aggressive tha – baal kheenchta, gaand pe thappad maarta, har position try karta. Lekin Menaka ko hamesha itni pure-pristine lagti thi ki maine zyada push nahi kiya. Saalon se sirf 3-4 position try ki thi kyunki woh subdued rehti thi. Pata nahi tha ki thoda assertive bano toh andar ka nympho nikal aayega. Woh kaam watchman ne kar diya.

“Shayad tujhe mere paas lessons lene bhejna chahiye.” Dara hans pada. “Chal ab!”
“Eeeeee!”
Dara ne Menaka ko kandhe pe utha rakha tha jaise koi bojh hi nahi ho. Uski badi, laal gaand uske kaan ke paas latak rahi thi, har kadam pe thodi si hilti. Menaka hans rahi thi, bachchon ki tarah, haath se uski peeth thapthapa rahi thi.
“Arre chhod na! Zameen pe rakh de!” “Nahi memsaab, aaj toh poori service dunga,” Dara ne hans kar kaha aur bathroom ka darwaza pair se dhakka dekar khol diya.
Andar light jalate hi steam bhara hua tha, pehle se shower chala rakha tha usne. Garam paani ki boondon se poora bathroom bhara hua tha.
Dara ne Menaka ko dheere se neeche utara. Jaise hi uske paaon zameen pe pade, woh ladkhadayi, taangein abhi bhi kamp rahi thi. Dara ne uski kamar pakad li, seedha shower ke neeche le gaya.
Garam paani dono ke upar barasne laga.
Menaka ne aankhein band kar li, sar upar kiya, paani uske chehre pe, honthon pe, boobs pe beh raha tha. Cum ki streaks uski jaanghon se dho rahi thi, zameen pe safed dhaariyaan banati hui beh gayi. Dara peeche khada usko dekhta raha, phir usne shampoo uthaya aur Menaka ke baalon mein lagane laga.
“Arre… tu kya kar raha hai?” Menaka ne muskurate hue poocha. “Aaj teri seva kar raha hoon, memsaab,” Dara ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha aur uske baalon mein ungliyaan chalane laga.
Phir usne body wash liya, jhaag banaya aur Menaka ke kandhon pe, peeth pe, phir dheere-dheere neeche… uski laal gaand pe haath phera. Menaka ki saans phir tezi se chalne lagi.
“Abhi bhi dard ho raha hai?” Dara ne poocha, ungli se thappad ke nishaan dabaya. “Haan… lekin accha dard hai,” Menaka ne sharma kar kaha.
Dara hans pada. Usne Menaka ko palta, ab woh uski taraf muh kar ke khadi thi. Paani uske boobs pe gir raha tha, nipples sakht ho gaye the. Dara ne jhaag uske pet pe, phir neeche shaved chut pe lagaya. Ungliyaan lips ke beech fisli, Menaka ne uski kandhe pakad liya.
“Bas… ab mat chhed,” woh sihar gayi.
Dara ne ghutne pe baith gaya. Paani uske sar pe gir raha tha. Usne Menaka ki ek taang utha kar apne kandhe pe rakh di. Ab chut bilkul saamne thi, paani se dhuli hui, halki laal, abhi bhi thodi sooji hui.
Usne apna muh aage kiya. Ek lambi chaat maari, clit se lekar neeche tak.
“Aaaah… Daraaa…” Menaka ki awaaz goonj gayi bathroom mein.
Phir usne poora muh laga diya. Jiibh andar, clit pe zor se chusne laga. Menaka ki taangein kampi, usne Dara ke sar ko pakad liya, zor se dabaya apni chut pe.
Do minute mein hi Menaka phir se madhosh. “Ruk… ruk… ab mera number hai…”
Usne Dara ko khada kiya, khud ghutne pe baith gayi. Paani ab uske sar pe gir raha tha, baal chehre pe chipke hue. Usne Dara ka lund haath mein liya—abhi bhi mota, adha khada, paani se geela.
Menaka ne usko muh mein liya. Poora supada andar, jiibh se neeche wali taraf chaati. Dara ne sar peeche kiya, aankhein band, “uff… memsaab…”
Usne speed badha di. Ek haath se lund ka neeche wala hissa pakda, muh se upar ka, zor-zor se chusne lagi. Kabhi poora andar le leti, gala tak, kabhi bahar nikal kar supade pe jiibh ferne lagti. Dara ki saansein tez, usne Menaka ke baal pakad liye.
“Bas… bas… aa raha hai…”
Menaka ne aur zor se chusa. Dara ki kamar aage ko dhakel gayi, lund uske gale mein takraya, aur phir garam-garam paani uske muh mein chhoot gaya. Menaka ne kuch bhi nahi thooka, sab pee liya, aankhein band, muh abhi bhi lund pe.
Jab Dara ne lund bahar nikala, Menaka ne honth chate, muskurayi. Paani abhi bhi baras raha tha.
Dara ne usko upar kheencha, seedha kiss kiya. Hothon pe uska apna hi taste tha, lekin dono ko koi parwah nahi thi.
“Ab saaf ho gaye na dono?” Dara ne hans kar poocha.
Menaka ne uski chaati pe sar rakh diya, paani mein khadi, thaki hui, santusht, aur poori tarah se uski ho chuki.

Paani ki awaaz aur khoob hasi-ganaagliyan do minute tak aayi. Dono ek-doosre ko sex ka saara maal dhone mein lage the. Finally Dara bahar aaya, robe bandha hua. Peeche Menaka towel lapet ke, arms ke neeche tuck kiya hua.

“Paani laata hoon.” bola aur room se nikal gaya.

Menaka ne sar hilaaya, bed tak aayi aur let gayi, towel ab bhi lapeta hua. Chest tezi se upar-neeche, flushed face pe thaki hui expression. Baal thode geele. Kuch second baad side pe mud gayi webcam ki taraf. Haath sar ke neeche, ghutne thode mod ke – woh position jo mujhe pata thi, ab sone wali hai.

Aur sach mein, ek minute baad jab Dara paani ki bottle leke wapas aaya, uski shaadi-shuda mistress neend mein thi.
“So rahi ho?” poocha.
Jawab nahi. Woh muskuraya. Mera robe utara, paani ka bada ghoot liya, lights off karne gaya. Room andhera hote hi night vision on, sab green.

“Well done, meri sexy randi.” dheeme se bola, gaal pe kiss karke peeche se bed pe chadh gaya. “Thodi der aaram kar le, raat abhi baaki hai.”
Dara ne chupke se apna mobile liya aur nangi Menaka ki kuch photos kheechi.

Phir ek baah kamar pe daal ke spoon mein chipak gaya. Chup.
Green scene ko kuch minute dekhta raha. Meri wife aur uska watchman lover pyar karne wale couple ki tarah cuddle karke so rahe the. Main utha, break lene. Manila mein subah ho chuki thi.
Shower liya, bathroom floor pe stuffed balls khali kar diye. Kapde pehne, mess hall breakfast-coffee lene gaya. Lag raha tha abhi aaram karenge thodi der. Time tha.
15 minute baad wapas aaya toh scene thoda change, thankfully erotic side pe. Action nahi chal raha tha, ab bhi green aur so rahe the. Lekin Menaka ne side change kar li thi (woh neend mein khoob mudti hai). Ab camera se peeth thi. Movement se towel khul gaya tha, sadak-sadak neeche. Meri wife ki badi nangi creamy gaand aur watchman ka haath left gaand pe – dono nange cuddle mein.

Yeh erotic scene dekhta raha aur sochta raha ki das din baad jab milunga toh Menaka ko kaise-kaise chodunga. Dara ne jo-jo position try ki woh sab aur apne dusre dozen. Lekin green scene dekhte hue green-eyed monster bhi jag gaya. Jealousy aur insecurity feel hone lagi. Saaf tha Menaka ko Dara ke saath first time mere saath hundreds times se kahin zyada mazaa aaya. Aur sirf mota lund hi nahi – main bhi toh well-endowed hoon.

Wife ko watchman ki baahon mein lovingly snug dekhte hue laga baat sirf physical nahi. Dara ko usne khud chuna, bina zyada prodding ke. Mere saath arranged marriage thi. Hum “organically” pyaar mein nahi pade the. Neha ke saath jo raw passion tha woh kabhi nahi. Menaka conservative ghar ki, pehle pati ko, phir mujhe “haath mein de diya gaya”.

Lekin Dara ke saath primal, instinctive tha. Vimla ke liye insecurity, red saari, chut shave, sex ke dauraan chillana-bolna – shayad usko khud realize nahi, lekin woh ab starting se kahin deeper relationship mein thi. Aur dara bhi yeh baat achhe se samajh raha tha.
Aadha ghanta aur yeh sab sochta raha, paranoia badhta gaya. Saath hi arousal bhi deny nahi kar sakta tha.
“Ummmmmm..” Menaka pehle uthi, mujhe surprise hua.

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Menaka bed ke kinare pe dheere se baithi, jaise abhi bhi apne aap ko sambhal nahi pa rahi ho. Uski saansein ab bhi thodi tez thi, lekin ab sharam aur guilt ka bojh saaf dikh raha tha. Usne apne ghutne mod liye, dono haathon se muh chhupa liya, aur sar jhuka liya. Kandhe thode kaanp rahe the, jaise andar se kuch toot raha ho.
Main kuch door khada usko dekhta raha. Kuch bola nahi ja raha tha. Woh jo abhi tak garam thi, bekabu thi, ab bilkul chhoti si ho gayi thi. Jaise ek pal mein sab yaad aa gaya ho usko, ki yeh sab galat tha, ki hum dono ne kuch aisa kiya jo shayad kabhi nahi karna chahiye tha.
Woh chup thi. Bilkul chup.
Phir dheere se, haathon ke beech se ek halki si awaaz aayi, roti hui si:
“…mujhe maaf kar do.”

Finally sar uthaya, Dara ke paar dekha. Ghutno pe aayi, uske upar jhuk ke paani ki bottle uthayi – phir se nangi gaand ka shandaar view mila green light mein bhi. Bottle utha ke wapas gaand pe baithi aur baaki paani ek saans mein pee gayi.

Bottle neeche rakhi, folded knees pe baithi. Lover ki taraf dekha aur dheeme se,

“So rahe ho?”

“Hrnxxx...” neend mein mumbled aur peeth ke bal mud gaya. Ab tak side pe tha. Taangein wide khuli, poora lund aur balls view mein.

“Hello?” phir bola, is baar dheere se flaccid lund ko poke kiya aur thodi si hasi.
Koi response nahi.

“Kitne achhe watchman ho tum.” dheeme se khud se has ke boli.

Fascinated dekhta raha – meri wife naye lover ke bagal mein baithi uska lund dheere se sehlane lagi. Kuch second mein response aane laga, lekin Dara ki chest ab bhi deep neend wali slow breathing. Main naively soch raha tha horny watchman wife ko utha ke dobara chodega. Ulat meri horny wife ne usko jagane ka plan bana liya – kandhe nahi, lund hila ke.

Menaka ab poori tarah se khil chuki thi.
Usne Dara ke dono taangon ke beech ghutno ke bal baithi thi, uski badi gol gaand hawa mein ubhari hui, kamar jhuki hui, muh seedha uske lund pe. Flaccid lund ab dheere-dheere uske naram haathon aur geele muh ki wajah se jaag raha tha.
Pehle sirf tongue se tip ko chhua… phir dheere se poora top muh mein le liya. “Mmm…” halki si awaaz nikli uske gale se, jaise khud ko bhi maza aa raha ho.
Dara ki saansein ab bhi gehri thi, lekin lund sach mein jaag chuka tha. Ab bilkul khada, mota, nas-daar. Menaka ne usko muh se chhoda, upar dekha, phir ek badi si smile di aur dheere se boli,
“Shhh… so jao na… main bas good morning keh rahi thi.”
Phir neeche jhuk kar usne ek ball muh mein le liya. Poora, dheere se choosne lagi. Dara ka ek haath bed pe pada, doosra unconsciously uski kamar pe chala gaya. Ab bhi aankhein band, lekin saans tez ho rahi thi.
Menaka ne doosra ball bhi muh mein daala, zubaan se dono ko ghumane lagi. Phir lund ko haath se pakad kar seedha kiya aur poora muh mein ghusa liya. Gale tak.
“Uufff…” Dara ke muh se ek gehri saans nikli.
Menaka ne muh se nikala, thook se geela lund haath mein liya aur dheere se upar-neeche karne lagi. Phir uski taraf dekha, aankhein badi-badi, shaitani si smile ke saath.
“Toh ab bhi so rahe ho, watchman ji?”
Dara ki aankh ab ek dam khuli. Usko laga sapna hai. Phir sach samajh aaya.
“Mem… memsaab…?” usne haklate hue bola, lekin haath Menaka ke sar pe chala gaya, baal pakad liye dheere se.
Menaka has padi. “Haan main hi hoon… ab uth gaye na?”
Phir bina kuch kahe, usne phir se lund muh mein daal diya. Is baar zor se, gale tak, awaaz ke saath – glug glug glug.
Dara ka sar peeche chala gaya, aankhein band, muh khula.
“Arey… memsaab… yeh… yeh kya… ohhh maai…”
Menaka ne muh se nikala, lund ko haath se zor se hilaya aur upar dekh kar boli,
“Abhi tak sapne mein ho kya? Ya memsaab ka muh pasand nahi aaya?”
Dara ne kuch nahi bola. Bas uska haath Menaka ke sar ko neeche dabane laga.
Menaka hasi aur zor se, phir poora lund andar tak le liya. Is baar bina ruke, tezi se, jaise bhookhi ho bahut dino se.
Dara ki kamar upar uthne lagi. “Arrey… memsaab… bas… bas karo… nahi toh… abhi…”
Menaka ne muh se nikala, thook ki laar latki hui, lund ko zor se hilaya aur dheere se boli,
“Abhi nahi… abhi toh main shuru bhi nahi hui.”
Phir neeche jhuk kar usne dono balls ek saath muh mein le liye, zor se choosne lagi.
Dara ki saari neend ud gayi thi. Ab sirf ek hi awaaz aa rahi thi kamre mein:
“Glug……..Glug………Glug”

Yeh nayi level ki depravity believe hi nahi ho rahi thi. Sex initiate nahi sirf, balki apni nayi randi-pan dikha rahi thi. Jo demure housewife-maa maine mahine pehle chhodi thi, woh bilkul alag lag rahi thi – ghutno aur kohni pe, badi gol gaand hawa mein ubhari hui, watchman ka tezi se khada hota lund bhookhe muh mein le rahi thi.

“Mmmmmhmmm?” wife ne phir lund muh mein daal ke jawab diya.
Dara samajh gaya, smile aa gayi.
“Kam se kam light toh on kar do memsaab, tera luscious body dekhne do.” bola.

Menaka bed se koodi, light on ki. Bright light mein meri wife green night vision se bhi zyada trashy lag rahi thi. Baal bikhre, body paseene se, bed tak wapas aayi. Phir se hands-knees pe lund muh mein lene ja rahi thi lekin Dara ne upar kheencha. Kamar pe straddle karwaya, khada mota lund gaand se takra raha tha, neeche kheench ke kiss.

“Itni gehri neend mein army mein kaise survive kiya? Itna sab hone ke baad bhi so rahe the?” kisses ke beech playfully poocha.

“Haha, agar dushman ke paas tere jaise soldier hote toh survive nahi karta.” bola, nangi gaand pakad ke dabayi, lund uspe thap-thap maari.
Menaka ne right hand watchman ke sar se hataaya, peeche stretch kiya, lund pakda. Chut ke saath align karne ko crotch upar uthayi.

“Pata nahi tumhe watchman rakhna safe rahega, itni gehri neend.” boli.

“Shayad watchman chhod doon aur tera personal bodyguard ban jaun.”

“Mmmmmm…” har thrust ke beech Menaka, watchman ko ride karti hui, “lekin lagta nahi main tujhe salary de paungi…”

“Agar har raat aisi hogi toh salary nahi chahiye. Khana, chudai, aur naram bistar. Aur kya chahiye aadmi ko?”

Menaka ne ek pal ke liye ruk kar Dara ko dekha, aankhon mein wohi shaitani chamak, phir dheere se uske upar chadh gayi. Uske ghutne Dara ke dono taraf, uski geeli chut ab seedha uske khade lund ke upar. Usne haath se lund pakda, apni jagah banayi, aur ek lambi saans lete hue dheere se neeche baith gayi.

“Aaaahhh…” dono ke muh se ek saath awaaz nikli.

Poora lund andar chala gaya, ek jhatke mein. Menaka ne aankhein band kar li, sar peeche kiya, aur phir dheere-dheere apni kamar hilaane lagi.

Dara ke dono haath uski kamar pe aa gaye, zor se pakad liya jaise kabhi chhodna hi na ho.
“Memsaab… bahut… bahut tight ho aap…” usne danto se daba ke bola.

Menaka hasi aur zor se upar-neeche hone lagi. Ab tezi se. Uski badi-badi doodh wali choochiyan har jhatke mein upar-neeche udne lagi, jaise do bade safed gubbare. Har baar neeche baithti toh woh choochiyan Dara ke muh pe takra jaati, muh pe, naak pe, aankhon pe.

Dara ne ek haath uthaya, ek badi si chuchi pakdi, zor se dabaya.
“Arey… kitne bade-bade hain yeh… poore muh mein nahi aa rahe…”

Phir usne muh khola aur ek nipple muh mein le liya. Zor se choosne laga, jaise doodh nikalne wala ho.

Menaka ki speed aur badh gayi.
“Haan… chooso… zor se… aise hi… aaahhh…”

Ab woh poora zor laga ke upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Har neeche baithne mein awaaz aa rahi thi – thap… thap… thap… chut aur lund ke milan ki gehri awaaz.

Dara ne doosri chuchi bhi muh mein le li, ab dono choochiyon ko baari-baari choos raha tha, kaat raha tha, kheench raha tha. Menaka ke nipples laal ho gaye the, khade aur tight.

“Fuck me… fuck me hard…” Menaka angrezi mein cheekh padi, jaise ab control bilkul nahi raha.

Dara ne suddenly uski kamar pakdi, neeche se zor ka dhakka maara. Ek… do… teen… har dhakke mein Menaka ki cheekh nikal rahi thi.

“Aaaahhh… haan… aise hi… aur zor se… phaad do aaj…”

Dara ne usko palta, ab Menaka neeche, woh upar. Bina lund nikale, position badli aur ab tezi se chodne laga. Har dhakka itna zor ka ki bed hil raha tha.

Menaka ki dono taangein Dara ke kandhe pe, chut poori khuli, aur Dara ka mota lund andar-bahar ja raha tha tezi se.

Phir Menaka ne usko kheencha, wapas upar aayi. Is baar reverse nahi, seedha uske upar, choochiyan Dara ke muh pe.

Ab woh khud tezi se ride kar rahi thi, zor-zor se.
“Chooso… zor se chooso… haan… aise hi…”

Dara ke dono haath uski gaand pe, zor se thapad maara ek, phir doosra.

THAP! THAP!

Menaka aur tez ho gayi.

“Aaaahhh… haan… maaro… aur maaro… mujhe aaj apni rand bana lo…”

Dara ne uski dono choochiyon ko muh mein bhar liya, zor se choosne laga, lund andar tak ghusedta raha.

Kamre mein bas teen awaazein thi:

Thap-thap-thap…
Menaka ki madhosh cheekhein…
Aur Dara ka gehra saans aur “Memsaab… memsaab…” ka gunghunana.

Menaka ka sar peeche, baal khule, paseena se geela badan, aur woh tezi se upar-neeche…

Woh khud bhi jaanti thi, ab door nahi tha.
Ab sirf ek hi cheez baaki thi. Poora surrender.

“Yeh mera favorite cheez hai sex mein.” Dara bola.
“Kya?” Menaka moans ke beech thodi aawaaz kharab hui.
“Jab bade boobs wali aurat upar chadhti hai aur boobs muh pe thap-thap karte hain.”
“Hehe.” Menaka ne khud ke boobs dabaye aur jaan-boojhkar aur zor se uske gaal pe maare.

Meri wife agle kayi minute watchman ke lund pe upar-neeche bounce karti rahi, jaan-boojhkar strategic jhuk ke boobs muh pe slap karwati rahi. Dara ke hoth-daant boobs chaat-te aur nibble karte rahe, haath gaand pe fixed – dabana aur thappad maarni. Dono obscene tareeke se siskiyaan le rahe the.

Menaka ne dheere se apni kamar ghumayi, lund ko chut mein hi rakhte hue 180° palat gayi. Ab uska chehra door tha, sirf woh badi, creamy, gol gaand Dara ke saamne thi, aage-peeche hilti hui, upar-neeche udti hui.
Dara ke muh se ek lambi “haaaaiii…” nikli. Usne dono haath Menaka ki kamar pe rakhe, bas dekhta raha jaise koi khazana dekh raha ho.
Har baar Menaka neeche baithti, uski gaand poori phail jaati, chut ke lips lund ke charon taraf lapet jaate, aur upar uthne pe ek dam tight ho jaati. Gaand ka ched saaf dikh raha tha, halka sa pinkish-brown, bilkul saaf, bilkul perfect.
Dara ne dono haath se gaand ke dono hisse pakde, khol ke dekha, phir jor se ek thappad maara.
THHAPPP!!
Menaka ki kamar ek dam jhatka di, chut ne lund ko aur tight jakad liya.
“Aaaahhh… haan… maaro…”
Dara muskuraaya. Phir doosra thappad, aur zor se.
THHAPPP!! THHAPPP!!
Dono gaal laal hone lage. Menaka ki speed aur badh gayi, gaand aage-peeche, upar-neeche, jaise machine bani hui ho.
“Kitni mast gaand hai teri, memsaab… poori creamy… bilkul doodh jaisi…” Dara ne awaaz mein gunjaya, phir tezi se thappad maara – left, right, left, right.
THHAP-THHAP-THHAP-THHAP!!
Har thappad ke saath Menaka ki cheekhein nikalti, “Haan… haan… aur zor se… bana do laal… aaj poori teri kar do…”
Dara ne ab dono haath se gaand ke dono hisse pakde, khole, aur beech mein thook giraya. Thook gaand ke ched pe gira aur neeche chut tak beh gaya.

Ab Menaka poori pagal ho chuki thi. Woh khud apni choochiyon ko zor zor se daba rahi thi, nipples ko kheench rahi thi, aur gaand ko itni tezi se hila rahi thi ki Dara ka lund har baar poora bahar nikal ke phir andar tak ghus jaata.

“Dekh… dekh kitni laal ho gayi teri gaand…” Dara bolta gaya aur thappad maarta gaya. Ab dono gaal poore laal, haath ke nishaan saaf dikh rahe the.
Menaka ne sar peeche kiya, baal khule, paseena se bheega chehra, aur zor se cheekhi,

“Mmmmmm.” Menaka moan. “Yeh position bahut achhi lagti hai.”

“Teri gaand bahut achhi lagti hai.” Dara bola. “Aur teri gaand ka chhed kitna inviting.”

Index finger nikaal ke gaand ke ched mein press kiya.

“OWWWW!! MAT KAR!!” Menaka ne peeche haath karke thappad maara. Poori memsaab wali authoritative awaaz.

Dara ke chehre pe ek second ke liye resentment flash hua lekin chhod diya. Samajh gaya aaj raat already bahut progress ho chuka.

“Teri laal gaand kitni zabardast lagti hai…” kuch minute baad bola. “Lekin boobs miss kar raha hoon.”

Dara ne Menaka ki baahen pakdi aur shoulders peeche kheencha. Phir side pe mud gaye, Menaka camera ki taraf. Ab left side pe thi, peeth Dara ki taraf. Right leg knee se mod ke hawa mein. Lover ne pounding ka control liya, Menaka ne right arm uske back pe lapet ke support liya. Maine uski paseene se geeli nangi chut mound chamak aur boobs quake dekhe jab Dara ne pakde aur peeche se zor-zor se chodne laga.

“OYAAAAAAA!!” Menaka pleasure se chillayi tezi pe.

Bed pressure se chir-chir kar raha tha. Menaka side pe makdi jaisi lag rahi thi, chaaron limbs alag-alag direction mein. Aankhein band, muh khula blissful. Dara kaan kaat-ta, neck kiss karta, haath boobs nochte hue iss position mein chodta raha. Kuch minute baad right hand boobs se chut pe gaya aur clit ragadne laga.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Menaka quaking ke beech bhi aur squirm ki.

Agli kuch minute watchman ne meri wife ko hamare bed pe zindagi ka sabse zabardast pounding diya, clit se saath khelta hua. Shock nahi ki Menaka phir se chillati-hilti hui ek penetrative orgasm mein chali gayi.

“URGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” Menaka ne jaanwar jaisi zor ki awaaz nikali.

Dara ko yeh dekh ke aur josh aa gaya, usne aur tezi se, aur zor-zor se thokna shuru kar diya, itna tezi se ki screen pe unki taangein blur dikh rahi thi. Lagbhag 20 second baad meri wife ka massive orgasm dheere-dheere khatam hua.

Iss baar Dara saath nahi jhada. Jaise hi Menaka ka body orgasm ke jhatkon se shaant-satisfied ho gaya, woh apni mistress ko lagatar chodta raha. Menaka side pe curled hui tezi se saans le rahi thi aur zindagi ki sabse zabardast chudai leti ja rahi thi.
“Tu… bas… ho gaya na?” Menaka thaki hui awaaz mein poochi.
“Nahi.” bola aur kiss kiya.
“Main thak gayi… taangein dard kar rahi hain.” shikayat ki.
“Arre, tune hi toh mujhe jagaya tha. Ab shikayat mat kar.” usne daanta.

Dara ne Menaka ki dono taangein kandhe pe utha li, jaise koi wheel-barrow pakadta hai. Menaka ka sar takiye mein dhansa, gaand poori hawa mein, chut ek dam khuli aur laal.
Dara ghutno ke bal peeche baitha, lund ek haath mein pakda, aur bina warning ke poora ek jhatke mein andar ghusa diya.
THHADDDDD!!
“Aaaahhhhh… maa…!” Menaka ki cheekh poore kamre mein goonji.
Dara ne kamar pakdi aur shuru ho gaya, jaise koi piston chal raha ho. Har dhakka itna zor ka ki Menaka ka poora badan aage khisak jaata, bed ki chaadar munh mein ghus jaati.
THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!
Gaand aur janghon ke milne ki awaaz poora kamra bhar rahi thi.
Har teen-chaar dhakkon ke baad Dara ek zor ka thappad maarta, kabhi daayi gaand pe, kabhi baayi gaand pe.
THHAPP!! “Le… teri gaand laal kar dunga aaj… bilkul tamatar…”
THHAPP!! “Bol… kiski hai yeh chut?”
Menaka ki awaaz ab toot rahi thi, lekin phir bhi cheekh padi, “Teri… teri hai… poori teri…”
Dara ne speed aur badha di. Ab lund har baar poora bahar nikal ke phir andar tak, jaise gaand tak ghusa deta ho.
Menaka ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya, muh khula, laar latak rahi thi, lekin woh khud hi gaand peeche kar-kar ke dhakke maang rahi thi.
“Aur zor se…ouch…”
Dara ne uski ek taang chhodi, usi haath se gaand pe tezi se thappad pelne laga, ek ke baad ek.
THHAP-THHAP-THHAP-THHAP-THHAP!!
Dono gaal ab poore laal, garmi se jal rahe the. Har thappad ke saath Menaka ki chut aur tight ho jaati, lund ko jakad leti.
“Ab… ab nahi… aa… aa raha hai…” Menaka ro padi.
Dara ne uski dono taangein kandhe pe aur oopar utha di, gaand aur oopar, aur last ke das-pandrah dhakke maare, jaise machine-gun.
THAD-THAD-THAD-THAD-THAD!!
“Aaaahhhhh… haaaan… haaaan… bas… bas… aa gaya… aa gaya!!!”
Menaka ka poora badan akad gaya, chut ne lund ko itna zor se jakda ki Dara bhi ruk nahi paya.
“Mere saath aa.” Dara ne mota lund chut se nikala, ek zor ka “pffrrrtt” jaisa sound aaya jaise hawa andar ghusi.

“Mujhe akela chhod do.” Menaka ne haath se dhakka diya.

“CHAL AA!!” Dara ne awaaz thodi tez ki.

Bed se utra, haath aage kiya. Menaka ne pakda aur mushkil se bed se utri. Paer ladkhadate hue uske peeche computer ke swivel chair tak aayi.

“Baith!” order diya.

Dara ne Menaka ki dono taangein apne kandhon pe utha rakhi thi, chair ke armrest pe uski pairon ki ungliyan jakdi hui thi. Swivel chair har zor ke dhakke se “kirr-kirr” karti, jaise ro rahi ho.
THAD! THAD! THAD! THAD!
Har dhakke mein Menaka ka poora badan aage-peeche ho jaata, uski badi-badi choochiyan upar-neeche udti, Dara ke muh ke saamne aati. Dara ne ek haath se chair ka backrest pakda, doosre se Menaka ki ek chuchi ko zor se masla aur muh mein bhar liya.
“Choos… zor se choos…” Menaka ro rahi thi, lekin uski awaaz mein ab sirf bhookh thi.
Dara ne nipple ko daaton mein pakda, kheencha, phir chhoda – ek zor ka thappad maara chuchi pe.
THHAPP!!
Chuchi laal ho gayi, nipple aur khada.
“Le… teri in moti choochiyon ko bhi laal kar dunga…” Dara ne gurraya, phir doosri chuchi pe bhi thappad maara.
THHAPP!! THHAPP!!
Menaka ki aankhein band, muh khula, laar latak rahi thi. Woh bas apni choochiyon ko khud daba rahi thi, Dara ke muh ke taraf badha rahi thi.
Webcam bilkul saamne tha – 2.5 feet door. Har cheez crystal clear:
• Menaka ki gaand chair ke kinare se latki hui, thodi si phaili hui
• Chut ke lips Dara ke mota lund ke charon taraf lapete hue
• Balls har dhakke mein thap-thap se gaand pe takra rahe
• Aur upar… uski badi milky choochiyan laal thappad ke nishaan se bhar gayi thi, nipples pe daant ke nishaan
Dara ne speed badha di. Ab har dhakka itna zor ka ki chair swivel kar-ke 30-40 degree ghum jaati.
“Kirr-kirr-kirr…” chair ki awaaz “Thap-thap-thap-thap…” thighs ki awaaz “Aaahh… aaahh… haan… phaad do…” Menaka ki jaanwar wali grunts
Dara ne dono choochiyon ko ek saath pakda, zor se masla, phir muh mein bhar ke kaatne laga.
“Ye teri choochiyan… ye bhi meri hain ab… samjhi?” Kaata… phir thappad… phir choosa… phir thappad.
Menaka ka sar peeche latak gaya, aankhon se paani beh raha tha, lekin woh khud hi zor-zor se kamar utha-utha ke dhakke maang rahi thi.
“Ab… ab aa raha hai… zor se… haan… haan… HAAN!!!”
Usne chair ke backrest ko itna zor se pakda ki uska haath safed pad gaya. Poora badan akad gaya, chut ne lund ko marod diya.
Dara ne ek aakhri zor ka dhakka maara, phir lund bahar nikala – garam, safed maal ki teez dhaar Menaka ke dono choochiyon pe giri.
Phachak… phachak… phachak…
Poora maal uske gale tak, nipples pe, pet pe. Dara ne lund ko choochiyon pe ragda, baaki maal bhi nikal diya.
Menaka wahi padi rahi, saans phooli hui, choochiyan laal-thappad aur daant ke nishaan se bhari, unpe garam maal chamak raha tha.
Dara ne apna lund uske muh ke paas le jaake ragda, thodi si maal uske hoth pe laga di.
“Chaat.” Ek shabd ka order.
Menaka ne zubaan nikal ke apna hi maal chaat liya, aankhon mein bilkul surrender.
Main webcam ke saamne baitha, apna lund haath mein liye, ek dam pagal ho chuka tha.
Screenshot no. 47, 48, 49… Har ek frame mere liye ab hamesha ke liye save tha.

Jaise hi side hata, finally meri wife ka chehra phir dikha. Poori thakavat ka chehra. Aankhein aadhi band, face thaka-thaka, baal bilkul kharab.
“Nahi, mujhe akela chhod do.” Dara ne chair se uthane ki koshish ki toh boli.
“Chal bed pe chalte hain.”

“Mujhe AKELA CHHOD DO!” aakhri shabd jitni taakat aur authority baaki thi usme nikaal ke chillayi.

Dara ne kandhe uchaaye, bed pe jaake aaaram se let gaya.
Chair pe Menaka ne taangein seat pe upar chadha li, ghutne seene se laga ke hug kiya, aankhein band ki aur phir se so gayi.




(Chair pe baithi Menaka, taangein seene se chipkaaye, aankhein band, saansen abhi bhi thodi tezi se chal rahi thi. Room mein sirf Dara ki gehri saans aur AC ki halki si awaaz thi. Uska dimaag ekdum khaali aur bhaari dono tha saath mein, jaise koi tsunami guzar ke chala gaya ho.)

Pehla thought jo uske zehen mein aaya woh tha – “Main yeh sab kar rahi hoon… sach mein kar rahi hoon.”

Usne aankhein kholne ki koshish ki lekin dher saari thakan ne wapas band karwa di. Chehre pe paseene ki boondein abhi bhi thi, boobs pe Dara ka garam maal dheere-dheere thanda ho raha tha. Woh feel kar sakti thi uski chut abhi bhi khuli-khuli si lag rahi thi, andar ka garam-garam sensation abhi bhi baaki tha. Jaise uska sharir abhi bhi samajh nahi pa raha tha ki ab khatam ho gaya ya nahi.

Phir ek ajeeb sa guilt ka chhota sa jhatka laga – Prakash ka chehra yaad aaya. Usne jaldi se aankhein band kar li jaise woh chehra bhagana chahti ho. Lekin uske peeche ek aur feeling thi – ek gehri, garam satisfaction jo kabhi pehle itni intensity se nahi mehsoos hui thi. Jaise uske andar ka koi bahut purana lock toot gaya ho.
“Main hamesha se aisi thi kya?” usne khud se dheeme se poocha.
Yaad aaya bachpan se lekar aaj tak – ladkiyon wali sharam, “achhi ladki” banne ka pressure, shaadi ke baad “achhi biwi” banne ka bojh, maa banne ke baad “achhi maa” ka role. Har baar apni khwaahish ko dabaana, chhupana, control karna. Sex bhi hamesha “duty” jaisa tha – Prakash ke saath bhi, pehle pati ke saath toh bilkul hi mechanical.
Lekin aaj raat… aaj raat usne pehli baar apne sharir ko poori tarah se chhod diya tha. Koi sharam nahi, koi control nahi. Sirf ek bhookhi aurat thi jo apni bhookh mita rahi thi. Aur woh bhookh itni badi thi ki usko khud ko bhi shock laga.

Usne dheere se apni thighs pe haath phera – geela tha, Dara ka maal, uska apna paani, paseena. Usne ungli se thoda sa touch kiya aur aankhein band karke smell ki. Ek ajeeb sa garv mehsoos hua – yeh uska apna kaam tha. Yeh uski khud ki chudai ka saboot tha. Usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki woh ek din apne boobs pe kisi doosre aadmi ka maal laga hua feel karke itni khushi mehsoos karegi.
Phir ek chhota sa darr bhi aaya – “Ab kya hoga?”
Prakash ko pata chalega toh? Society ko? Ayan ko jab bada hoga? Lekin us darr ke saath hi ek doosra thought bhi aaya – “Mujhe ab wapas pehle wali Menaka banna hai kya?”
Jaise hi yeh socha, uske sharir mein ek nayi si energy daud gayi. Usne apni chut pe haath rakha – abhi bhi thodi si dard, lekin saath mein ek garam tingling. Usne dheere se ungli andar daali aur khud ko yaad dilaya – yeh ab meri chut hai. Meri marzi ka maalikin main khud hoon.
Usne chair pe hi apni thighs aur khol di, jaise ab sharam bilkul khatam ho chuki ho. Ek chhoti si smile aayi hothon pe.
“Main pehle wali Menaka nahi rahi.”
Usne apne boobs pe haath phera, Dara ka thanda maal ungliyon mein liya aur dheere se chaat liya. Taste mein kuch alag nahi tha, lekin feeling bilkul alag thi – yeh ab uski jeet thi. Usne apne aap ko surrender nahi kiya tha… usne apne aap ko paaya tha.
Uske dimaag mein ek naya Menaka ubhar raha tha – jo sharmaati toh thi, lekin ab sharam ke peeche chhupti nahi. Jo chaahti thi woh leti thi, bina maafi maange. Jo apne sharir se pyaar karti thi, uski bhookh se darti nahi.
Usne dheere se aankhein kholi aur Dara ko bed pe soya dekha. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa pyaar bhi tha ab uske liye – nahi woh filmy pyaar, balki ek garam, thoda sa possessive sa feeling. Jaise ab woh uska bhi kuch hissa ban gaya ho.
Phir usne apne aap se vaada kiya – “Ab jo bhi hoga, main pehle jaisi nahi rahungi. Ab main wahi karungi jo main chahti hoon… chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye.”
Usne ek gehri saans li, chair pe hi sar peeche tikaya aur ek satisfied, thaki hui lekin nayi Menaka ki neend mein doob gayi. Us raat usne sirf apna sharir nahi chhoda tha… usne apni purani zindagi ko bhi chhod diya tha.



Dara bed pe peeth ke bal pada tha, aankhein band, saansen abhi bhi thodi bhaari, lekin dimaag ekdum jaag raha tha.
Uske zehen mein pehle toh ek badi si hansi uthi – chhoti si nahi, badi wali, woh jo dil se dil tak jaati hai.
“Arre waah… yeh toh sach mein ho gaya.”
Usne kabhi seriously socha bhi nahi tha ki yeh memsaab itni door tak jayegi. Haan, plan tha, mazaak tha, thodi si flirting, thoda sa dikhawa, ek-do baar haath laga ke dekh liya, chutad daba liya, boobs choome… bas utna hi socha tha. Par aaj raat ne saari hadd paar kar di.
Uske dimaag mein ek-ek scene phir se chal raha tha:

Jab usne pehli baar lund muh mein liya tha aur aankhon mein woh bhookhi chamak aayi thi
Jab usne khud se shave karke aayi thi
Jab usne “andar daal do” khud bola tha
Jab usne doosri baar khud lund choos ke jagaya tha
Jab usne uska maal boobs pe liya aur phir chaat liya

Har scene ke saath uske andar ek alag si feeling ubhar rahi thi – mardangi ka garv toh tha hi, lekin saath mein ek ajeeb si jeet bhi. Jaise usne koi bada sa shikaar kar liya ho.
Phir usne Menaka ko chair pe dekh liya – taangein seene se chipkaaye, bilkul chhoti bachchi jaisi soyi hui, lekin nangi, uska maal abhi bhi uske boobs pe laga hua. Uske dil mein ek pal ke liye pyaar jaisa kuch utha – nahi woh filmy wala pyaar, balki ek mard ka possessive pyaar.
“Ab yeh meri ho gayi.”
Usne yeh socha aur khud hi muskura diya.
Usne socha – yeh aurat high-class hai, paise wali, padhi-likhi, angrezi bolti hai, foreign husband, bada sa ghar, gaadi, sab kuch. Aur phir bhi aaj raat usne apne aap ko poora uske haathon mein chhod diya. Usne usko “lover” bola, uska maal piya, uske liye shave kiya, uske liye chillayi. Yeh sirf chudai nahi thi – yeh ek tarah se uski jeet thi class war ki.
Uske dimaag mein Vimla ka chehra aaya ek second ke liye – woh bichari seedhi-saadi maid, jo usko khush karne ke liye kuch bhi karti thi, lekin kabhi itna passion nahi dikha paayi. Aur yahan yeh rich memsaab uske lund ke liye pagal ho gayi.
Usne apna lund haath mein liya – abhi bhi thoda geela tha Menaka ke paani se. Usne usko sehlaaya aur socha:
“Ab yeh aurat mere bina reh nahi payegi.”
Usne plan bana liya tha ab – ab sirf raat bhar chudai nahi. Ab yeh roz ka hoga. Subah bhi, dopahar bhi, jab bhi mauka milega. Woh usko itna aadi bana dega ki woh khud uske paas aayegi, maangegi, roegi agar nahi mila toh.
Usne Menaka ko phir dekha – uski badi gol gaand chair pe dheemi-dheemi saans ke saath upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Uske dil mein ek bhookh phir se jaag uthi – abhi bhi nahi poori hui thi.



Manila ke chhote se cabin mein, subah ki pehli roshni window se aa rahi thi.
Main laptop ke saamne baitha tha, aankhein laal, lund abhi bhi haath mein tha, lekin jhadne ke baad bhi ek khali-pan tha.
Screen pe ab bhi green night-vision chal raha tha – Dara meri wife ki chut mein dheere-dheere andar-bahar kar raha tha, aur Menaka neend mein bhi uske har thrust pe halki si moan kar rahi thi.
Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha, lekin ab yeh dhadkan arousal ki nahi thi… yeh gusse, sharm aur dar ka mixture thi.
Main khud se poochh raha tha, baar-baar:
“Woh main kyun nahi kar paya?”
Saalon se Menaka ke saath sex kiya tha. Hazaar baar se zyada.
Lekin aaj raat jo maine dekha, woh kabhi nahi dekha tha.

Usne mere saath kabhi aise chillaya nahi.
Mere saath usne kabhi khud se gaand ubhaar ke doggy nahi kiya.
Mere saath usne kabhi “zor se” ya “aur andar” nahi maanga.
Mere saath usne kabhi kabhi meri cum chaat ke nahi pi.
Mere saath usne kabhi itne saare orgasm ek raat mein nahi liye.
Mere saath usne kabhi itna passionate, itna wild, itna… “alive” feel nahi kiya.

Aur sabse bada jhatka yeh tha ki yeh sab ek buddhe, gande, neeche ke watchman ne kar diya.
Ek aisa aadmi jisne meri wife ko sirf ek 100-rupaye ka note chut mein ghusa ke pataya tha.
Main mirror mein khud ko dekha – fit hoon, handsome hoon, foreign job, badi salary, angrezi bolta hoon, gym jaata hoon.
Phir bhi meri biwi ke sharir ne, uski rooh ne, aaj raat mujhe nahi, uss gurkhe ko chuna.
Ek pal ke liye gussa aaya – bahut tez.
Mann kiya laptop band kar doon, ticket book karoon, seedha ghar jaa ke Dara ko maar doon, Menaka ko thappad maar doon.
Lekin us gusse ke neeche ek aur cheez thi – sharm.
Sharm ki main apni biwi ko itna mazaa nahi de paya.
Sharm ki maine uske andar ka yeh wild animal kabhi nahi jaga paya.
Sharm ki usko “aggressive” sex chahiye tha aur maine hamesha usko “decent” aur “respectful” sex diya.
Phir ek aur khayal aaya, jo sabse dardnaak tha:
“Shayad woh mujhse pyaar toh karti hai… lekin chudai ke liye usko Dara chahiye.”
Yeh soch ke dil mein ek teekha sa dard hua.
Jaise koi cheez toot gayi ho andar.
Main yaad kar raha tha – jab main uske upar chadhta tha, woh bas let leti thi, aankhein band, duty nibhati hui.
Kabhi usne mujhe reverse cowgirl mein nahi choda.
Kabhi usne mera lund neend mein bhi nahi choosa.
Kabhi usne mujhse “I love your thick dick” nahi kaha.
Aaj usne Dara se yeh sab kiya… aur woh bhi dil se, jism se, rooh se.
Main laptop band karna chahta tha, lekin nahi kar pa raha tha.
Kyunki andar kahin ek masochistic sa mazaa bhi aa raha tha – apni biwi ko itna thoroughly chudte dekhne ka.
Lekin mazaa ke neeche ek gehri insecurity jag gayi thi:
“Agar main wapas gaya toh kya woh mere saath phir se pehle jaisa sex karegi?
Ya ab uska benchmark Dara ban chuka hai?”
Aur sabse bada darr:
“Kya ab woh mujhse satisfy ho bhi payegi?”
Main utha, bathroom gaya, muh dhoya, lekin aankhon se pani nikal raha tha.
Nahi rona tha, lekin ro raha tha.
Kyunki aaj raat mujhe pata chal gaya tha –
Main apni biwi ka best lover nahi hoon.
Ek watchman ne mujhe hara diya tha… meri hi biwi ke bistar pe, meri hi biwi ke sharir mein.
Aur woh haar sirf lund ki nahi thi…
Woh dil ki bhi thi.
Kyunki Menaka ne aaj raat sirf chudai nahi ki thi… usne apna naya sach accept kar liya tha.
Aur main abhi bhi us sach se lad raha tha.

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Uske baad sab shaant ho gaya. Menaka chair pe curled hokar so rahi thi. Dara ne lights band kar di aur bed pe aise pada jaise woh ghar ka maalik ho. Maine scene ko kuch minute shaanti se dekha jab tak mujhe bhi neend aane lagi. Manila mein subah ho chuki thi lekin main raat bhar jaaga tha.
Maine bunk bed pe shift kiya lekin usse pehle wireless headphone laga liya. Agar Mumbai wale bedroom mein koi awaaz aati toh main jaag jaata. Phir main so gaya.
“Yeah Banke…”
Dara ki dheemi si whisper headphone mein zor se goonji aur main jaag gaya.
Bed se ladkhadate hue utha aur computer screen tak dauda, yeh dekhne ke liye ki Menaka ka doosra lover (ya aadha lover) kab scene mein aaya. Lekin woh wahan nahi tha. Dara phone pe baat kar raha tha, awaaz dheemi rakhi hui thi taaki meri wife na jaage.
“Yeah, jo socha tha usse bhi behtar ho gaya… haan… hahaha… haan… ab sun…”
“Mmmmm?” Menaka chair pe dheeme se hili, ab bhi poori nangi.
“Kuch nahi, memsaab.” Dara ne usko bola aur phone kaan se lagaye room se bahar nikal gaya.

Dara corridor ke andhere kone mein khada tha, phone kaan se chipkaaya, awaaz poori dabbi hui lekin lund mein abhi bhi current daud raha tha.
“Haan re Banke… sun na madarchod… aaj toh kamaal ho gaya!”
Banke ki saans phone mein hi tez ho gayi, “Bol na bhai… poori raat kya-kya kiya saali ne?”
Dara ne gali ke deewar se peeth tikaayi aur shuru ho gaya, har detail jaise film chala raha ho:
“Pehle toh bas plan yeh tha ki sirf muh mein daal ke nikal jaunga… lekin saali ne khud bed pe ghodi bani, gaand dikha ke boli ‘daal do andar’… yaad hai na kitni badi hai uski gaand? Poori haath mein nahi aati… maine ek thappad maara toh poora gaal hil gaya!”
“Fuckkk… chut kitni tight thi re?”
“Arre bhai… pehle dhakke mein laga kunwari hai… bilkul current laga! Phir saali khud ride karne lagi… upar-neeche… upar-neeche… uski dono moti choochiyan mere muh pe thap-thap thap-thap maar rahi thi… maine dono nipples kaat-kaat ke laal kar diye… abhi bhi daant ke nishaan honge!”
Banke ki saans aur tez, “Gaand maari kya uski?”
“Nahi na saali natak kar rahi thi!”
“Choochiyan kya kiya?”

“Arre choochiyon ka toh alag hi khel tha… maine dono haathon se masla, muh mein bhar-bhar ke choosa, nipples ko daaton se kheencha… phir thappad pe thappad… left-right left-right… saali ki choochiyan bhi tamatar ban gayi… aakhir mein lund nikaala aur poora garam maal uske gale se leke pet tak udel diya… phachak-phachak-phachak… abhi bhi uski choochiyon pe meri maal ki laar latki hai… chair pe nangi padi hai, paseena aur maal se bheegi hui!”
Banke has has ke pagal ho gaya, “Photo bheja kya madarchod?”
“Abhi nahi… abhi toh so rahi hai bechaari… thak harami gayi meri lund se… lekin subah uthi toh pehle uski gaand pe ek aur round maarunga… phir full album bhejta hoon tujhe… chut ke andar ka view bhi hai… bilkul close-up!”

“Ek baar aur bata… kitni baar jhadi saali?”

“Paanch baar confirm… ek baar chair pe itna zor se jhadi ki poori chair hil gayi… chut se paani ki fountain nikal aayi… aur har baar cheekh rahi thi ‘teri randi bana de… teri randi bana de’… ab toh bilkul hamari personal randi ban gayi hai!”

Banke ne gurraya, “Bhai… mera bhi chance laga de na… dono milke thok denge ek saath… muh mein ek, chut mein ek… gaand mein bhi try karenge!”

Dara hasa, “Arre ab toh fixed hai… jab tak sahab Manila mein hain, yeh bungalow hamara adda hai… tu kal raat ko aa jaana… dono milke saali ko itna thok denge ki subah tak bed se uth na paye… muh bhar denge, chut bhar denge, gaand bhar denge… saala pura gangbang bana denge!”

“Done bhai… mera lund abhi se khada ho gaya… kal raat ko milte hain!”

Dara ne phone kaatne se pehle dheeme se bola, “Aur haan… abhi jaake ek quick round aur maar ke aata hoon… saali abhi bhi nangi so rahi hai… gaand upar kar ke… jaise invitation de rahi ho!”
Phone kaat diya. Dara ne apna lund pant ke upar se dabaya, ek badi si smirk maari aur seedha bedroom ki taraf chal diya. Lund abhi se full hard, jaise abhi ka round sabse wild hone wala tha.

Maine apni thaki-chudi wife ko dekha, usne dheere se sar uthaya, aankhein kholi. Room mein subah ki pehli roshni thi. Woh dhire se chair se utri, idhar-udhar dekha, confused. Phir panty pehni aur bed pe aa gayi, aankhein band kar li. Jaldi hi uske nange boobs phir se upar-neeche hone lage.

Do minute baad darwaza dheere se khula. Dara bilkul nanga andar aaya, subah ki pehli roshni uski moti, chamakti hui body pe pad rahi thi. Lund already half-hard, jaise raat bhar ki yaadein abhi bhi usmein garam thi.
Menaka side pe leti thi, ek taang mod ke, gaand thodi si ubhari hui, blanket sirf kamar tak. Dara bed pe chadha, peeche se chipak gaya. Uska garam, sakht seena Menaka ki peeth se takraya. Dono haath aage badha ke usne uski badi nangi choochiyon ko bhar liya.
“Mmm…” Menaka ne neend mein siski bhari.
Dara ne uski gardan pe geeli kiss ki, phir zubaan se chaata. “Kitne baje hain?” Menaka ne aankhein band hi poocha, awaaz bhaari.
“Chhe ke thoda upar, memsaab…” Dara ne kaan mein phusphusaaya, “aur mera lund toh saat baj rahe hain.”
Usne ek haath neeche saraka diya, Menaka ki panty ke andar. Panty already geeli thi, raat ke paani aur subah ki garam saans se. Ungliyaan chut ke lips pe ghumayi, beech mein daal di, dheere-dheere andar-bahar.
“Aaahhh… Dara…” Menaka ki kamar khud hi peeche dhakel gayi.
Dara ne do ungliyaan poori andar ghusa di, tezi se chalane laga. “Ek round aur?” usne kaan mein dheeme se gunghunaya, “teri chut toh bol rahi hai haan.”
Menaka ne sirf muskurahat di, aankhein ab bhi band, lekin muh khula aur saansein tez.
Dara ne panty utaarne ki zehmat nahi ki. Bas Menaka ki right taang dheere se uthayi, panty ka geela crotch ek taraf sarkaya aur apna mota, garam lund seedha chut ke muh pe tikaya.
Ek halka sa dhakka… Phachak se poora andar.
“Aaaahhhhh…” Menaka ki lambi siski nikli, sar pillow se utha ke Dara ki toned baahon pe rakh diya.
Dara ne pehle dheere-dheere shuru kiya, jaise subah ki neend ko pyaar se khol raha ho. Har dhakka lamba, gehra, poora lund andar tak.
Thap… thap… thap… thap…
Menaka ka right haath peeche gaya, Dara ki sakht gaand pe rakha, nakhun gadaye aur khud usko aur andar kheenchne lagi.
“Gehra… aur gehra…” uski awaaz ab jaag chuki thi.
Dara ne speed badhayi. Ab har dhakke mein uska pet Menaka ki gaand se takra raha tha, balls chut ke neeche se thap-thap kar rahe the.
“Saali subah-subah hi geeli ho jaati hai tu…” Dara ne gardan pe kaat liya.
Menaka ne palta, ab peeth ke bal. Panty abhi bhi ek taang mein latki hui. Usne dono taangein Dara ke kamar pe lapet li aur khud hi kamar utha-utha ke dhakke lene lagi.
Dara ne jhuk ke uski choochiyon ko muh mein bhar liya, ek nipple choosa, doosre ko ungli se masla.
“Choos… zor se choos…” Menaka ne uske baal pakad ke muh apni chuchi pe dabaya.
Ab rhythm tezi se badh gaya. Thap-thap-thap-thap-thap-thap!
Bed hilne laga, chaadar munh mein ghusne lagi. Subah ki pehli kiran window se aa rahi thi, dono paseene se chamak rahe the.
Menaka ki aankhein band, muh khula, har dhakke mein ek chhoti si cheekh:
“Haan… haan… aise hi… subah ka good morning perfect hai…”
Dara ne uski dono taangein kandhe pe daal di, ab chut poori khuli aur gehri. Har dhakka itna zor ka ki Menaka ka poora badan upar uth jaata.
“Le… le ab… poora andar…” Thad-thad-thad-thad!

Dara ne dono haath Menaka ki kamar pe rakh ke dheere se upar dhakel diya. “Phir se upar chadh jaise kal raat… wahi wala style.”
Menaka ne thaki hui aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak daali. Bina bole usne palta, ghutne mod ke Dara ke dono taraf baith gayi. Lund abhi bhi andar tha, geela aur garam. Panty ek taraf sarki hui thi, crotch bilkul khula, jaise khud hi invitation de rahi ho.
Usne dheere se kamar neeche kiya, poora lund andar tak le liya. “Aaaahhh…” dono ke muh se ek saath nikla.
Phir Menaka ne dono haath Dara ke hairy chest pe rakhe, nakhun halke se gadaye, aur apni gaand aage-peeche grind karne lagi. Dheere-dheere, circular motion mein, jaise lund ko andar hi ghuma rahi ho.
Dara ke muh pe ek badi si smile aa gayi. Usne dono haath Menaka ki badi gol gaand pe rakhe, zor se masla, phir khol ke dekha kaise chut ke lips lund ko lapete hue hain.
“Kitni mast ride karti hai tu, memsaab…” usne gurraya.
Menaka ne speed badhayi. Ab upar-neeche… upar-neeche… har baar neeche baithti toh uski badi-badi milky choochiyan zor se udti aur Dara ke muh pe thap-thap thap-thap maarne lagti.
THAP… THAP… THAP…
Dara ne muh khol rakha tha, jaise dono choochiyon ko pakadna chahta ho. Ek baar left chuchi muh pe aayi, usne zor se choos liya. Doosri baar right, usne nipple daaton mein pakad ke kheencha.
“Choos… zor se choos…” Menaka ne uske baal pakad ke muh apni chuchi pe daba diya.
Ab Menaka poori control mein thi. Woh tezi se ride kar rahi thi, gaand aage-peeche, upar-neeche, lund har baar poora bahar nikal ke phir andar tak.
Dara ke haath gaand pe hi the, beech-beech mein zor ka thappad.
THHAP!! “Le… aur zor se hila apni gaand…”
THHAP!! “Kitni creamy hai yeh… bilkul doodh…”
Menaka ki saansein tezi se chal rahi thi, paseena uske boobs pe chamak raha tha. Usne sar peeche kiya, baal khule, aur zor-zor se uchalne lagi.
“Aaaahhh… haan… aise hi…………………ouch…”

Ab woh jaise pagal ho gayi thi, tezi se upar-neeche, choochiyan Dara ke muh pe thap-thap, gaand uske haathon mein masli ja rahi thi.

Dara ne neeche se zor ka dhakka maara.
Menaka ki aankhein band, muh khula, ek lambi cheekh:
“Bas… bas… aa… aa raha hai… haaaan!!!”
Usne tezi se teen-chaar aur ride kiye, phir poora neeche baith gayi, lund andar tak ghusa ke ruk gayi. Chut ne lund ko itna zor se jakda ki Dara bhi control nahi kar paya.
“Le… andar hi le le…” Dara ne gurraya aur garam paani ki teez dhaar Menaka ki chut mein chhod di.
Menaka uske upar hi gir padi, saans phooli hui, paseena se bheegi hui, choochiyan Dara ke seene pe dab gayi.
Dono waise hi pade rahe, lund abhi bhi andar, chut se thoda sa maal neeche beh raha tha.
Dara ne uske baal sehlate hue dheeme se bola, “Subah ka nashta bhi ho gaya, memsaab…”
Menaka ne thaki hui hasi di, “Aur ab dinner kab doge?”

Menaka dheere se Dara ke seene pe giri, uski badi choochiyan abhi bhi garam aur paseene se chamak rahi thi, nipples abhi bhi khade, Dara ke chest ke baalon se ragad rahe the. Lund abhi bhi uski chut mein tha, dheeme-dheeme naram ho raha tha, lekin na Dara ne nikala, na Menaka ne uthne ki koshish ki.
Dono ke saans abhi tez the, lekin dheere-dheere shaant ho rahe the. Subah ki halki si thandi hawa khidki se aa rahi thi, dono ke geele badan pe lag ke ek sukoon si la rahi thi.
Dara ne apni moti baahon se Menaka ko poori tarah jakad liya, jaise ab woh uski hai, aur koi le nahi sakta. Usne uske maathe pe ek lamba kiss kiya, phir naak pe, phir hoth pe… dheere-dheere, pyaar se.
Menaka ne aankhein band kar li, apna sar Dara ke seene pe tikaya, uski dil ki dhadkan sun rahi thi.
“Abhi bhi andar hai tera…” Menaka ne dheeme se muskurate hue bola, chut ko halka sa jakda liya, jaise chhed rahi ho.
Dara ne hasa, “Chhodne ka man hi nahi kar raha… yeh ghar toh ab mera lagta hai.”
Usne ek haath Menaka ki peeth pe pherna shuru kiya, dheere-dheere, ungliyon se sehlaya… kandhe se leke gaand tak, phir wapas upar.
Menaka ne apna ek haath Dara ke gaal pe rakha, uski daadi pe ungli ferne lagi. “Kitna acha lag raha hai…” usne aankhein band hi bola.
Dara ne uski gardan pe kiss kiya, phir kaan mein dheeme se gunghunaya, “Ab roz aisa hi hoga… subah utho toh mera lund andar, raat sone se pehle bhi mera lund andar… teri chut ab meri morning alarm hai.”
Menaka ne halke se hasa, phir uske seene pe ek chhoti si kiss ki. “Alarm band mat karna kabhi…”
Kuch der tak dono waise hi pade rahe. Lund ab poora naram ho chuka tha, lekin Menaka ne ab bhi apni chut ko uspe jakde rakha tha, jaise chhodna nahi chahti.
Dara ne uske baal sehlate hue bola, “Ab so ja… thodi der aur… jab neend khulegi, phir se shuru kar denge.”
Menaka ne sir hila diya, apna sar uski baahon mein aur gehra chhupa liya.
Kamre mein sirf un dono ki saansein thi, aur subah ki pehli roshni dheere-dheere unke nange badan pe fail rahi thi.

Do minute baad woh ekdum se ruki aur peeche panic bhari nazron se dekha. Mujhe samajh aa gaya kyun. Maine bhi suna tha – main door khulne aur zor se band hone ki awaaz.

“Yeh kya hai? Koi ghus raha hai!” blanket kheench ke lapet liya.

“Relax, memsaab. Bas Banke hai. Maine usko chai-nashta laane bola tha.”

Aur sach mein, Banke thermos aur plastic bag liye room mein aaya. Aate hi aankhein phat gayi – Menaka blanket mein dhanki hui thi lekin wo samajh gaya poori nangi thi.

“Oh, sorry…” woh laal ho gaya, “mujhe pata nahi tha…”
Aur palta darwaza ki taraf. Lekin Dara ne zor se bola,
“Ruk!”

Banke ruk gaya, peeth ab bhi unki taraf.

“Wait ka matlab?” Menaka sach mein gusse mein lagi. “Paagal ho gaye ho?”

Finally Dara ki grip se chhudi aur side pe baith gayi, blanket lapete hue.

“Isne pehle bhi sab dekh liya hai, hahaha.” Dara hans pada aur blanket kheench ke boobs dikha diya. Menaka ne wapas kheencha.
“Banke, BAHAR JAO!!” chillayi.
“Ji, memsaab.” woh bola aur darwaza band karke nikal gaya.
Ab Menaka ne Dara ki taraf muh kiya aur ghoor ke dekha.
“Limit cross kar rahe ho.” usne daanta.
Lekin uske chehre pe cocky grin ab bhi thi.
“Kya badi baat hai? Ise pehle bhi sab dekh chuka hai.”
“Haan, lekin hum sex karte hue?”
“Toh kya? Bechara thoda show dekh leta. Waise bhi tune uska lund choosa hai.”
“Maine kaha tha na, woh sirf ek baar ki baat thi!”
“Vimla ko koi problem nahi usko dekhne mein. Balki woh toh kabhi-kabhi usko bhi…”
“Main Vimla NAHI hoon!”
Menaka chillayi, bed se utri aur kapde pehnne lagi.
“Jo shuru kiya tha khatam nahi karegi?” Dara thoda gusse mein laga.
“Nahi!” Menaka ne finality ke saath bola aur Dara ne zyada dabav nahi daala.Ek minute mein Menaka ne bra pehni, panty theek ki, loose shorts aur t-shirt daal liya. Dara aur main dono use ghoor rahe the, agla kya bole





“Kam se kam bechare ke saath nashta toh kar le.” Dara ne mera robe phir pehen liya aur bola.
Menaka palti aur haath chest pe cross karke usko ghoor ke dekha.
“Theek hai.” finally boli. “Lekin uske saamne koi funny business nahi. Tere ghar mein teri marzi chali thi. Mere ghar mein meri marzi.”
Dara ne kandhe uchaaye aur Menaka ke saath bedroom se nikal gaya.
Maine khali bedroom ko aadha ghanta tak dekhta raha, saath hi emails check karta raha. Teenon ki muffled awaazein aur beech-beech mein hasi-gudgudi sunai de rahi thi, lekin enhanced filter ke baad bhi samajh nahi aa raha tha kya bol rahe hain.
Mujhe thoda disappoint hua ki Menaka ne apni badchalan harkatein rok di. Dara ke saath sex agar Banke dekh raha hota ya shamil ho jaata toh gazab hota. Lekin shayad uske liye raat bhar kaafi tha. Main umeed mein baitha raha ki shayad kuch aur action mile.

Badle mein ek unexpected twist mila jisse mujhe shak hone laga ki jo aurat main dekh raha hoon woh sach mein meri wife hai ya nahi.

Kaafi der baad Menaka bedroom mein aayi aur bed ki chadar utaarne lagi. Raat ki gandagi saaf kar rahi thi. Shorts-t-shirt mein ab bhi thi.

Thodi der baad Banke paon ke panjon se aaya, Menaka ki peeth darwaze ki taraf thi. Woh zameen se kapde uthane jhuki hui thi jab Banke peeche aaya aur ek jhatke mein shorts neeche kar ke gaand dikha di.

“Aaaaaa!” Menaka aage kood gayi, shorts upar kheenchi. “Paagal ho gaye ho?”
Aakhri shabd whisper mein, mujhe hairaan kiya.
“Relax, woh doosre bathroom mein nahaa raha hai.”
Banke ne kaha aur usko embrace mein kheench liya. Menaka thodi tadpi aur boli,
“Woh kabhi bhi aa sakta hai!”

“Darwaza chir-chir karta hai. Sun lenge.” Banke ne shorts mein haath daal ke gaand dabane laga.
“Phir bhi risky hai!” finally chhudi.
Banke thoda disappointed laga lekin haath rok liye. Darwaze pe jaake khada ho gaya, bahar dekhta hua.
“Bola usko?” poocha.
“Bilkul nahi.” Menaka palti. “Tune?”
“Nahi.” Banke kuch pal chup raha phir bola. “Agar tune scene nahi banaya hota toh bolne ki zarurat hi nahi padti.”
“Matlab?”
“Jab main andar aaya. Itna sharminda hone aur drama karne ki jagah agar tu mujhe shamil hone deti. Usko bas control chahiye. Jab tak main uski ijazat se tere saath karta, usko koi problem nahi hoti.”
Menaka ne ghoor ke dekha aur boli,

“Dekh Banke… pichhle kuch hafte mein maine tum dono ko yeh reason diya hai ki mere limits hi nahi. Lekin hain. Aur threesome bilkul meri limit se bahar hai.”
“Kya badi baat hai? Tune hamare lund ek saath choose the, yaad hai?”

“Woh sirf ek baar tha. Aur isliye ki hum pakde gaye the. Aur main nahi chahti thi ki usko pata chale ki tune mujhe usse pehle chod diya tha. Tune dekha tha na uska gussa.”

Main kursi se koodta-koodta bacha, bombshell! Pehle se Banke ke saath sex kar chuki thi? Kab? Mujhse kyun chhupaya?
“Haan, haan, pata hai. Phir bhi…”
“Dekh, mujhe koi farq nahi padta agar tune usko bol bhi diya.” Menaka ne kandhe uchaaye.
“Nahi, abhi nahi.”
“Tune hi pehle darr lagaya tha, yaad hai?”
“Haan pata hai.” Banke ne saans chhodi. “Phir bhi jaln hoti hai. Kaisa… kaisa tha uske saath?”
“Matlab?”
Subah ke saat baj chuke the. Dara nahane chala gaya tha, nahar mein paani ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Menaka bed pe hi leti thi, chaadar sirf kamar tak, choochiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thi saans ke saath. Uske boobs pe ab bhi Dara ke daant aur thappad ke halke nishaan the, gaand pe laal pan abhi bhi chamak raha tha.
Darwaza dheere se khula. Banke chupke se andar aaya, sirf ek chhota sa towel kamar pe lapeta hua. Usne darwaza band kiya aur seedha bed ke paas aa gaya.
Menaka ne aankh kholi, usko dekha, thodi si sharmaayi, phir muskurayi. “Banke… tum kab aaye?”
Banke bed ke kinare baith gaya, uski nangi jangh pe haath phera. “Abhi abhi… Dara ne bataya tha. Bas dekhne chala aaya.”
Phir dheere se poocha, aankhon mein thodi si jealousy aur thodi si excitement, “Batao na memsaab… sach sach… mera ya Dara ka… kisske saath zyada maza aaya?”
Menaka ne ek lambi saans li, phir pillow ke sahare peeth tika ke baith gayi. Chadar neeche sarak gayi, dono badi choochiyan khul ke saamne aa gayi.
Usne Banke ko seedha aankhon mein dekha aur dheere se hasi, “It’s a no contest, Banke… bilkul bhi competition nahi hai.”
Banke ka dil sikud gaya. “Matlab?”
Menaka ne apne baal peeche kiye, phir dheere-dheere shuru ho gayi, jaise koi purana sapna dohra rahi ho:
“Dara ne mujhe… jaise kabhi kisi ne nahi choda. Pehle toh sirf muh mein liya tha maine… phir khud upar chadh gayi… uska lund itna mota aur lamba… ek baar mein poora andar chala gaya. Phir reverse cowgirl mein gaand pe baithi… khud thappad maangti rahi… usne meri gaand ko poora laal kar diya. Phir chair pe… swivel chair pe… meri taange kandhe pe rakh ke itna zor se thoka ki chair hilti rahi… kirr-kirr-kirr karti rahi poori raat.”
Banke ki saansein tez ho gayi, towel ke neeche lund khada hone laga.
“Kitni baar jhadi main?” Menaka ne khud hi poocha aur jawab diya, “Teen ya chaar baar toh confirm… ek baar toh chair pe itna zor se aaya ki paani ki tarah nikal aaya… aur har baar woh andar hi jhadta tha… ya boobs pe… ya muh mein daal ke…”
Usne apni choochiyon pe haath phera, jahan ab bhi Dara ka sukha hua maal laga tha. “Kal raat se ab tak… paanch ya chhe baar choda usne mujhe… subah bhi abhi abhi ek round maara hai… andar hi daal ke gaya hai nahane.”
Banke chup tha, bas dekhta raha.
Menaka ne uske gaal pe haath rakha, dheere se boli, “Banke… tum bhi ache ho… bahut ache ho… lekin Dara… woh alag level hai. Usne mujhe aisa choda ki ab lagta hai meri chut sooj gayi hai.”

“Usne kaha tune chut shave uske liye kiya.”

“Usse aisa lagta hai.”

“Toh nahi kiya?”

“Mujhe interrogate mat kar!”

“Theek hai, theek hai.” Banke paas aaya aur hug karne ki koshish ki. Iss baar Menaka ne chhod diya. “Toh meri baari kab?”

“Tere upar. Tu kaise nikalega?”

“Kuch sochta hoon.” Banke bola, phir Menaka ko chhod ke dheeme se bola, “Aa raha hai.” Aur room se daud ke nikal gaya.

Dara aaya, semi-erect lund hilta hua, hamare towel se nanga sharir ponchhta hua. Uske chehre pe cocky expression dekh ke main muskura diya, bilkul bewakoof bana hua tha, usko pata hi nahi ki uske saath bhi thoda sa dhoka ho raha tha. Waise irony mujhe bhi samajh aa rahi thi. Menaka ne mujhse bhi bahut kuch chhupaya tha.
“Banke, ab jaake so ja.” zor se bola. Jaldi hi main door band hone ki awaaz aayi.
Mujhe laga Dara rukawa session continue karega. Lekin woh kapde pehnne laga.
“Gaadiyaan dhona hai.” explanation diya.

Menaka ne sar hilaaya aur computer ki taraf chali. Jaldi hi webcam se ek foot door baith gayi. Usi chair pe jo raat bhar chudai aur sone ke liye use hui thi, computer on kiya.

Maine saans rok ke wait kiya, soch raha tha ki spyware sach mein utna achha hai ya nahi. Kya woh detect kar payegi ki sab broadcast ho raha hai? Nahi kar payi. Usne jaldi hi typing shuru kar di… maine socha mujhe email likh rahi hai.

“Banke ne bathroom mein mere hone ke waqt kuch chhedkhani ki koshish ki?” Dara ne smirk ke saath poocha, ab poore kapde pehen ke.
“Nahi.” Menaka ne short jawab diya aur typing jaari rakhi.

“Bechara. Tu uspe bahut sakht hai.” Dara ne paas aake t-shirt ke upar se boobs dabaaye. “Usko dekhne mein kya harj tha? Itna kuch dekh chuka hai. Ho sakta tha uska lund phir se choos leti.”
Menaka ne typing roki aur palat ke Dara ko dekha.

“Toh finally kya chahte ho? Main uske saath bhi so jaaun jaise teri pyari Vimla karti hai?” pointedly poocha.

“Nahi-nahi, bilkul nahi!” Dara ne dismissive tone mein bola. “Woh bas ek achha ladka hai jo duniya seekh raha hai, master ka kaam dekh ke kuch seekh leta, bas itni si baat. Yaad hai, maine tujhse uska lund choosne ko nahi kaha tha. Tu khud kar rahi thi jab main andar aaya tha. To socha shayad dobara bhi mann ho.”
“Maine kaha tha na, woh sirf ek baar ki baat thi!” usne snap kiya.

Woh muskuraaya, jhuka, Menaka ko kiss kiya, peeth pe haath pherte hue dheeme se bola,

“Aur tujhe Vimla ke baare mein itna sochna band karna chahiye kal raat ke baad. Vimla toh dal-roti hai. Jab bhooka ho, dal-roti khush ho kar kha lega. Aur bhooke dost ke saath bhi baant lega. Tu memsaab, biryani hai. Dost ko thoda taste de sakta hoon lekin poori biryani nahi baantunga. Usko dal-roti doonga aur biryani khud zyadatar khaunga.”
Menaka ajeeb metaphor pe hans padi.

“Toh dal-roti side mein bhi khaate rahoge?”

“Agar regular biryani mil rahi ho toh kyun? Vimla ab poori Banke ki hai. Usko koi farq nahi padega. Bas uski zaroorat poori karni hai kyunki uska sharabi pati nahi kar pata.”
Mujhe nayi baat pata chali ki Vimla bhi shaadi-shuda hai. Dara ka type ekdam clear tha.
“Agar Banke dal-roti se bore ho gaya aur biryani chakhne ki koshish kare jab tum nahi ho?” Menaka ne metaphor aage badhaya.
“Matlab agar woh thodi si chhedkhani se aage badhe? Sex ki koshish kare?”
“Haan, tab?”
Dara ka chehra serious ho gaya.
“Banke kabhi himmat nahi karega. Usse pata hai main kya karunga. Lekin agar kabhi zabardasti kare toh mujhe bata dena.” garam hokar bola.

“Agar zabardasti na kare? Agar… biryani khud chahe toh…” Menaka mocking tone mein shuru ki lekin Dara ne baal pakad liye. “Ouch… mazak kar rahi thi…”

“Sun memsaab.” threatening tone mein. “Aisi baat ka mazak bhi mat kar. Ab hum relationship mein hain. Main dhoka ya betrayal bardasht nahi karunga, mazak mein bhi funny nahi lagta. Sochne bhi mat. Yeh soch-soch ke bhi pareshan hoon ki tera pati wapas aayega toh mere peeche tere saath sex karega. Lekin woh tera pati hai, mere paas koi choice nahi. Lekin agar tune Banke ya kisi aur ke saath…”
“Relax.” Menaka defensive hui, thodi darr bhi lagi. “Fikar mat kar.”
“Yaad hai pichhli baar jab tune Banke ke saath peeche kiya tha? Maine kaise punish kiya tha?”
“Haan.” kaanpti awaaz mein.

“Phir se waisa na karwa. Mujhe tujhe maarna pasand nahi. Tera perfect body enjoy karne ke liye hai, pitne ke liye nahi.”
“Phir se bol rahi hoon, mazak tha. Sorry.” Menaka repentant bachche ki tarah.

“Good.” usne pyar se gaal pe haath phera. “Ab jaana hai mujhe. Agar Banke se cover kara saka toh beech mein aa jaunga. Lekin woh raat bhar jaaga hai toh din bhar soyega. Phir bhi koshish karunga. Tera beta kab wapas aayega?”

“Dopahar mein. college bus se.”

“Theek hai, umeed hai Banke usse pehle jaag jaayega.”
Nikal gaya.

Menaka chair pe baithi rahi, webcam se peeth ki taraf. Uske kandhon ke hilne se pata chal raha tha saansein tezi se le rahi thi.
“Shit, main kis chakkar mein pad gayi?” khud se darr bhari awaaz mein boli.
Phir palti aur typing phir shuru. Mujhe sach mein umeed thi ki yeh email mujhe hi hai.
Maine Menaka ko ek minute typing karte dekha. Chehra blank, keyboard ko ghoor rahi thi. Us haalat mein bhi uske bade boobs haath ke movement se dheere-dheere hil rahe the, nazar hat nahi rahi thi.
Pichhla bada email bahut lamba tha, iss baar bhi waisa hi umeed thi. Bekaar tha kyunki maine sab dekh liya tha. Lekin usko pata nahi tha. Bada excited tha ki woh apne shabdon mein kaise describe karegi, kitna chhupayegi.
Isliye hairaan hua jab Menaka jaldi uthi, bed pe aa gayi aur cellphone haath mein liya. Main socha short break hai. Lekin mera email alert baja. Inbox check kiya. Uska tha.

“Dearest Prakash
Jab time mile call kar dena. Tumhe raat ki baat jaanna hi hoga. Maine email likhne ka promise kiya tha jaise pichhli baar. Lekin abhi lamba email likhne ka mann nahi hai.
love you Menaka”
Email padha aur webcam feed pe wapas aaya. Menaka ab bhi bed pe thi, phone haath mein.
Maine phone uthaya call karne, lekin ruk gaya. Kuch baatein sochne thi pehle.
Pichhle kuch ghante mere liye emotional roller-coaster the. Real-time wife ko watchman se chudte dekhna erotic tha lekin mushkil bhi. Aur woh jhooth bhi boli hai, ya kam se kam chhupaya hai. Kyun? Maine toh poori ijazat de di thi. Menaka jhooti nature ki nahi thi.
Aur Banke-Dara ke saath yeh double-timing. Dara ka meri wife ko threaten karna dekh ke gussa aa gaya tha. Woh uski property nahi hai. Pehle uska “lowly servant” wala logic samajh aaya tha lekin ab yeh possessiveness aur dhamki thodi zyada thi. Menaka ne khud ko is mess mein kyun daala jab simple rakh sakti thi?

Phir socha, shayad pehla sawal ka jawab doosre mein hai. Usne mujhse chhupaya isliye kyunki mess mein phans gayi thi. Usko pata tha mujhe sex ki poori ijazat hai lekin iss double-timing mess se main gussa ho jaunga… aur bilkul sahi socha tha. Agar batati toh main uski bewakoofi pe gussa karta.
Aur main gussa tha. Lekin poora blame uspe nahi daal sakta. Usne sheltered conservative life ji hai, pura dashak family banane mein diya. Love-sex ke khel mein inexperienced hai. Abhi-abhi sexuality explore karna shuru ki hai. Is stage pe thodi galtiyan kare toh kya bura? Maine bhi apni shuruati sex life mein bahut badi-badi galtiyan ki thi.
Phir phone call ka approach kya hona chahiye? Sab bata doon ki mujhe sab pata hai? Lekin kaise explain karun? Yeh confess kar ke ki maine dhoka de ke sari raat spy kiya? Husband-wife ke beech bhi yeh creepy hai. Woh sach mein gussa ho jayegi. Nahi, phone pe nahi bata sakta. Bombay wapas jaake shayad.
Toh call kaise karun? Drama karun? Aur jhooth bole toh?
Aise hi dus minute internal debate karta raha, wife ki tasveer dekh raha tha, usi bed pe leti jahan kuch ghante pehle watchman ne usko achhe se choda tha. Finally call karne ko ready hua.

Speakers-headphone unplug kiye taaki feedback na ho. Lekin webcam on rakha aur dekhta raha. Number daala. Webcam mein 2 second ka delay tha.
“Hi slut!” maine rehearsed mazaakiya tone mein bola. “Watchman se achhe se chud gayi?”
“Prakash!!” usne whiny awaaz mein bola, chehre pe sakht expression. “Mujhe slut mat bolo. Bura lagta hai.”
“Sorry. Lekin sawal ka jawab nahi diya.”
“Haan.”
“Haan kya?”
“Haan, Dara aur maine… kar liya.” screen pe laal hote hue chehra haath se dhak liya.
“Congratulations!” adhe dil se bola. “Kaisa tha?”
“Bura nahi.” short jawab.
Maine suna tha Banke se ki usko comparison pasand nahi, isliye wahan nahi gaya. Waise bhi sab dekh chuka tha. Saaf tha usko mere se kahin zyada mazaa aaya.
“Toh… details?” khula chhoda.
Kuch second socha, kitna batana theek hai decide karti hui.
“Woh raat ko late aaya. Dinner kiya. Phir bedroom gaye. Hamara usual kissing, oral etc. Phir jab usne apna wala rubbing shuru kiya… lagta hai usko laga main ready hoon…”
“Kaise laga?” maine poocha, kya red saari, shaved chut ya Vimla wali baat batayegi.
“Bas body language se shayad. Usne poocha andar daal doon? Maine haan mein sar hilaaya. Aur… ho gaya.”
Chup.
“Okay…” maine aur umeed ki.
“Gussa ho?”
“Nahi, maine hi toh kaha tha jaane do, yaad hai?”


“Phir bhi, kehna alag baat hai.”
“Honey, main theek hoon. Maine khel liya, ab tune bhi kiya. Koi badi baat nahi.” maine kaha. “Toh… mere baad pehli baar kisi aur ke lund se chudne ka feeling kaisa laga?”

Maine sawal aise poocha taaki Banke ke baare mein khud bata de.
“Actually…” woh boli aur ruk gayi.
“Haan?” maine umeed se poocha. Screen pe uska chehra dekh raha tha, clearly andar ladai chal rahi thi.
“Actually… bilkul tere jaise hi laga.” finally boli.

Aur yeh pehla sachcha jhooth tha. Ab tak sirf chhupaya tha. Abhi Banke ke baare mein na batana usi category mein aata. Lekin “tere jaise hi laga” kehna ekdam jhooth tha. Maine khud dekha tha kitna mota tha aur usne kitni zor se chillaya tha “kitna mota hai”. Dara ke andar jaate waqt jo reaction diya woh mere saath kabhi nahi diya tha.
Mujhe ekdam gussa chadha, lekin khud ko samjhaya ki shayad meri mardangi ko bacha rahi hai.
“Jaise hi, haan?” finally bola.
“Haan.”
“Aur kya?”
“Aur kya… pata nahi… baat karte hue ajeeb lag raha hai…”
“Samajhta hoon.” maine kaha, zyada dabav nahi daalna chaha. “Jo yaad reh gaya ho…”
“Woh… energetic tha… umar ke hisaab se socha se kahin zyada.”
“Energetic kaise?”
“Matlab… speed aur kitni der tak chala sab kuch.” boli aur do second baad screen pe laal ho gayi.
“Kitni der tak chala?”
“15 minute ya aisa hi kuch.”
“Hmmm…” maine dimaag mein phir se chalaya – woh chillayi thi jaise mere saath kabhi nahi chillayi. “Aur kya?”
“Bas itna hi shayad. Jaise kaha, aise cheezon ko describe karna ajeeb lagta hai.” kandhe uchaaye.
“Kitni baar kiya?”
“Bas ek baar.” ek aur jhooth, maine chhod diya.
“Poori raat raha?”
“Subah chala gaya.”
“Phir se nahi karna chaha?”

“Chaha tha, mera mann nahi tha.” Phir bhi maine usko benefit of doubt diya – shayad meri ego bachane ke liye jhooth bol rahi hai kyunki hum bhi toh raat mein ek baar se zyada kabhi nahi karte the. Agar sach bolti ki teen baar kiya aur ek baar usne khud shuru kiya tha toh shayad mujhe threaten feel hota.
“Hmmm… toh satisfied hai?”
“Achha laga.”
“Phir se karegi uske saath?”
“Shayad.”
“Banke ke baare mein kya?” maine khula sawal daaga.
“Uska kya?” usne tezi se palta.
“Wahan tha? Dekha? Shamil hone ki koshish ki?”
“Nahi. Do din se dikha bhi nahi.” awaaz mein tension saaf thi. Yeh topic uske liye dardnaak tha.
“Shayad agla number uska ho?” maine mazaak mein bola.

Menaka kuch second chup rahi. Screen pe uska seena tezi se upar-neeche ho raha tha, chehra sakht.
“Prakash, phone rakhna padega. Darwaze pe koi hai.”
Ek aur jhooth. Maine chhod diya.
“Theek hai. Thodi der baad call karun?”
“Nahi, Alka se milne jaana hai thodi der.”
“Okay.”
“Kuch ghanton mein message karungi.”
Aur phone rakh diya.

Screen band hote hi kamre mein bilkul sannata chha gaya. Menaka laptop band karke bed pe dhire se let gayi. Uski saansein ab bhi tezi se chal rahi thi. Gale pe Dara ke ungliyon ke nishaan ab bhi garam the. Nipples mein ab bhi ek halki si jalan thi.
Woh chupchap ceiling ki taraf dekhti rahi. Phir dheere-dheere aankhein band ho gayi aur kal raat ke saare pal ek-ek karke yaad aane lage.
Dara ka haath uski choti mein… zor se kheenchte hue. Uske honthon pe katne wala woh kiss. Woh dheemi, khatarnaak awaaz—“Tu meri hai.” Phir bed pe ulta litaya, haath peeche bandhe, muh dabaya gaya takiye mein… aur woh ek ke baad ek dhakke, jaise poori raat usko apna banane ka faisla kar liya ho.
Menaka ki saansein phir se tez ho gayi. Usne bed-sheet ko mutthi mein jakad liya. Thighs ke beech ek garmi si phailne lagi.
Woh khud ko rok nahi paayi—haath dhire se t-shirt ke andar chala gaya, bra ke oopar se hi nipples ko chhua… dard ab bhi tha, lekin us dard ke saath ek ajeeb si current bhi daud rahi thi.
Usne aankhein band kar li. Dara ka chehra saamne aa gaya—woh pagalpan bhari aankhein, woh possessive smile. Aur woh ek sentence jo ab bhi kaanon mein goonj raha tha:
“Biryani sirf master khata hai.”
Menaka ki ungliyan apne aap neeche sarakne lagi. Usne hothon pe daant gada liye…………

Menaka bed pe kaafi der tak rahi aur main bas dekhta raha jab tak samajh aaya ki woh phir se so gayi. Raat bhar ki thakan thi, surprise nahi tha. Conversation ke baare mein thoda socha. Phir yaad aaya ek document boss ko bhejna hai, toh feed khula rakha, volume full karke kaam pe lag gaya.

Lagbhag 45 minute baad Bombay feed mein awaaz aayi. Front door khulne ki awaaz lagi. Maine turant video pe switch kiya.
Wife ab bhi bed pe so rahi thi. Kuch second baad Banke andar aaya. Haath mein chabi ka guchchha tha – spare key se khola hoga. Bed ke paas khada hua, Menaka ki soti hui soorat ko dekha. Phir ghutno pe baitha aur dheere se uski baah pakad ke hilaaya.
“Memsaab, utho.” dheeme se bola.
“Mmmm?” Menaka ne neend mein jawab diya.
“Main hoon, Banke.”
“Banke??!!” Menaka ekdam se uth baithi. “Yahan kya kar rahe ho?”
“Jhopdi se nikal aaya. Dara ko lagta hai main so raha hoon. Woh main gate pe busy hai.” bed pe uske bagal mein baith gaya.
Menaka bed pe baithi hui aah bhar ke stretch ki. Phir boli,
“Yahan nahi aana chahiye tha, Banke. Bahut risk hai.”
“Pata hai.” usne uska kandha sehlaaya. “Lekin mann nahi maana.”
“Main serious hoon, Banke.” Menaka sach mein darr gayi thi. “Agar Dara ko pata chala toh hum dono ki khair nahi!”
“Dara ki fikar mujhpe chhod do.” Banke ne paas aake hug karne ki koshish ki lekin Menaka peeche hati aur khadi ho gayi.
“Uspe chhod doon? Tab toh chhodti agar tum usse itna nahi darte. Aur sach boloon, mujhe bhi darr lagta hai!”
“Memsaab, Dara bas… purane khayalon ka hai. Aur buddha hai. Fikar mat karo…” utha aur phir se hug karne laga.
Iss baar Menaka ne nahi roka. Usne us jawaan tagde ladke ko apne gale lagne diya, gardan pe kiss karne diya, boobs dabaane diya. Thodi der uski bahon mein kho gayi phir boli,
“Agar Dara se nahi darte toh usko bata kyun nahi dete jo uss din kiya tha?”
“Maine kya kiya?” woh fondle karte hue poocha.
“Tumne fayda uthaya – woh busy tha, main vulnerable position mein thi – mujhe ambush kiya.”
“Ambush samjhti ho?”
“Kya tha phir? Sirf bra mein thi, jhuk kar kone saaf kar rahi thi jab tumne pakda, daba ke rakha. Meri naa ke bawajood andar ghusa diya!”
“Theek hai, shuru toh aisa hi tha… lekin rok nahi paya khud ko. Teri nangi gaand aur bade boobs dekh-dekh ke hamesha khada rehta tha. Jab andar aaya aur tujhe aise jhuka dekha toh jaanwar jaag gaya. Bas chadh gaya. Lekin rok toh sakti thi!”
“Itna bada tagda aadmi mujhe daba ke rakhe aur andar ghusa de toh kaise rokti? Aur maine roka bhi tha!” Menaka offended banne ki koshish kar rahi thi lekin awaaz bhari thi.
“Muh se naa boli lekin geeli chut ne haan kaha!” Banke ne shorts mein haath daal diya.
“Bakwaas!” wife ne aankhein band ki, uske seene pe peeth tika di.
“Muh se bhi thodi der hi naa boli. Jaldi hi maze se siskiyaan lene lagi.”
“Mmmmmm…” Banke ne khade-khade ungli pelni shuru kar di.
“Haan, aise hi. Tab bhi maze le rahi thi jaise ab le rahi hai.” Banke muskuraaya.
Iss baat se Menaka ko hosh aaya aur usne dhakka de diya. Do kadam peeche hati aur boli,
“Banke, chhod na! Dara ne mujhe ghanton nanga rakha aur garam kiya tha. Bilkul aroused thi. Haan, sharir ne penetration welcome kiya. Patidev mahine se bahar hain. Sex ke liye taras gayi thi. Aur turant nahi roka. Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki woh achha idea tha.”
“Tab bhi tujhe mazaa aaya tha. Mujhe ab bhi yaad hai har thokaane pe teri skin kaise kaanp rahi thi mere bade lund se.”
“Chup kar!”
“Tujhe mera bada lund pasand aaya… Dara se kahin bada hai. Aur teri chut itni tight lekin garam aur zinda…”
“Banke, bas kar!” Menaka chillayi. “Galti thi. Aur tujhe bhi pata hai galti thi. Agar galti nahi thi toh Dara ke aane ki awaaz sunte hi lund nikaal ke peeche kyun hat gaya?”
“Agar tujhe sach mein galti lagti toh phir mere paas daud ke mera lund muh mein kyun liya?” Banke ne palta jawab diya.
“Idiot, woh toh situation sambhalne ka ek hi tareeka tha taaki Dara ko pata na chale!” Menaka ne zor se uske gaal pe thappad maara. “Tu aadha nanga, lund khada aur mere paani se geela… main bilkul nangi. Dara ek pal mein samajh jaata ki hum chodachudi kar rahe the. Mere paas aur koi option nahi tha – ghutno pe baith ke tera lund muh mein liya, saaf kiya aur blowjob ka drama kiya.”
Banke ke kandhe jhuk gaye.
“Haan, pata hai. Aur uske liye shukrguzaar bhi hoon.” udaas awaaz mein bola. “Kitna na-insaafi hai… tu uski biwi bhi toh nahi hai. Woh buddha hai!”
“Buddha jo ab bhi tujhe maar sakta hai, clearly.” Menaka ne taana maara.
Banke chup raha. Phir se Menaka ko hug kiya aur shorts ke peeche haath daal ke gaand dabane laga.
“Please memsaab… sirf ek baar.”
“Ek baar kya?” Menaka ki saansein thodi tez ho gayi.
“Phir se karne de.”
“Dara ka kya?”
“Abhi busy hai. Please, bas jaldi-jaldi.”
Menaka uski tagdi baahon mein comfortable lag rahi thi. Uske bade biceps pe haath pherte hue boli,
“Theek hai, lekin jaldi.”
“YES!” Banke khushi se uchhal pada.
Usne Menaka ko ghuma ke kandhe dabaaye. Menaka ne bed pe haath rakhe aur jhuk gayi.
“Aaram se!” dheeme se boli.
“Aur intezaar nahi hota.” Banke ne lund bahar nikaala. Sach mein bahut bada tha. 9 inch ke aas-paas, mota supada.
Main hypnotized sa dekhta raha – doosra watchman meri wife ko jhukaye hue, shorts-panty neeche ki. Phir bina kisi tamjeeb ke, kaafi clumsy tareeke se peeche se andar ghusa diya.
“Aaaaahhhhh!” Menaka dard se chillayi itne bade lund ke andar jaane se.
“Top utaar!” Banke ne demand ki aur tezi se zor-zor se thokne laga.
Usne hukum maana, jhuki hui hi t-shirt utaar di. Ab sirf bra mein thi – shayad pehli baar bhi aise hi choda tha.
Main apni ab tak ki badchalan wife ko doosre lover se bedroom mein chut marte dekh raha tha, dimaag mein khud hi critique kar raha tha. Banke ka lund bada tha lekin bilkul inexperienced aur be-tareeka. Dara ko chodte dekhna toh mardangi pe chot tha kyunki buddha tha lekin game tha! Banke toh sirf size pe depend karta tha, sex ka style bilkul gafaar jaisa.
Bas tagde haath meri wife ki nangi kamar pe rakhe, jhukaye rakha aur tezi se chut thokta raha. Na foreplay, na sehlaana, na clit play, na variation. Menaka har thokaane pe grunt kar rahi thi lekin Dara ke saath wali passion nahi thi. Jaise duty nibha rahi ho ya ehsaan kar rahi ho. Technique ke maamle mein impressive nahi tha.
Lekin phir bhi dekhne mein bahut garam tha – meri biwi, mere bachche ki maa, sirf bra mein jhuki hui bedroom mein doosre watchman se chud rahi thi.
Banke zyada der nahi tik paya. Lagta hai kaafi maal jama tha, 2-3 minute mein hi gaand pe jhad gaya. Menaka ko orgasm ke aas-paas bhi nahi pahunchaya tha, saaf dikhai de raha tha. Woh jhuki hui hi rahi, jawaan ladke ka maal gaand pe laga hua. Phir seedhi hui aur bathroom ki taraf chali gayi.




Menaka bathroom se wapas aayi, gaand pe haath pherte hue, Banke ka garam maal abhi bhi geela tha.
Usne tissue se saaf kiya, shorts-panty upar kheenchi aur bed ke kinare baith gayi. Banke ab bhi khada tha, lund abhi semi-erect, muskurata hua.

“Bas itna hi?” Menaka ne thodi si shikayat bhari awaaz mein poocha.
“Arre memsaab, jaldi thi na… Dara kahin aa na jaaye.” Banke ne safai di, lekin uski aankhon mein ek bachkani khushi thi, jaise abhi-abhi apna favourite toy haasil kiya ho.

Menaka ne ek gehri saans li aur khud se sach bola (dheeme-dheeme, sirf apne dil mein):

“Yeh ladka jawaan hai… tagda hai… lund bada hai… lekin bas itna hi.”

Banke ke saath jo abhi hua, woh ek tezi se kiya gaya quickie tha – jaldi, be-tareeka, thoda dard bhara, thoda mazaa bhara, lekin poora mazaa nahi.
Banke ne usko sirf jhukaya, lund ghusaaya, 2-3 minute zor-zor se thoka aur gaand pe jhad gaya. Koi kissing nahi, koi clit play nahi, koi slow teasing nahi, koi position change nahi. Sirf ek jawaan byaaan ka animal instinct.

Dara ke saath jo hota hai woh alag level hai.

Dara buddha hai, lekin uska har thrust jaise jaanta hai Menaka ki chut ke andar kahan pressure daalna hai.
Dara usko pehle garam karta hai – gardan pe kiss, kaan mein gandi baatein, boobs ko dheere-dheere masalta hai, clit ko ungli se tease karta hai jab tak Menaka khud roye na, “Bas ab daal do!”
Dara position badalta rehta hai – missionary mein aankhon mein dekhta hai, doggy mein baal kheenchta hai, chair pe ghumata hai, side-fuck mein taang utha ke gehra chodta hai.
Dara orgasm deta hai – ek nahi, do nahi, teen-chaar baar. Har baar alag intensity ka.
Dara ke saath Menaka khud ko poori tarah se chhod deti hai – chillati hai, roti hai, haath-pair kaanpte hain, aankhein band ho jaati hain, aur jab jhadti hai toh poora sharir ek tsunami mein doob jata hai.

Banke ke saath?
Sirf ek chhota sa jhatka, ek thodi si geeli feeling, aur khatam.
Lund bada hone ka fayda tab hi jab usko chalana aata ho.

Menaka ne Banke ko dekha – woh ab bhi muskurata hua apna lund pant mein wapas daal raha tha, jaise duniya jeet li ho.

Uske dil mein ek ajeeb sa dard aur maza ek saath utha.

Dard isliye ki yeh ladka usko “choda” toh zaroor, lekin usne usko “possess” nahi kiya.
Maza isliye ki yeh secret hai – Dara ko pata nahi, Prakash ko pata nahi. Sirf woh aur Banke. Ek chhupa hua gunah, ek chhoti si jeet.

Lekin sach yeh tha:

Banke jawaan hai, tagda hai, lund bada hai…
lekin Dara jaanta hai ki aurat ko kaise apna banaate hain.

Banke sirf chodta hai.
Dara uski rooh tak ghus jata hai.

Menaka ne apni chut pe haath rakha – abhi bhi geeli thi, lekin woh geelapan Banke ka nahi… Dara ki yaad ka tha.

Usne dheere se apne aap se vaada kiya:

“Banke ke saath yeh bas time-pass hai… secret thrill hai…
lekin asli chudai, asli sukoon, asli junoon… sirf Dara de sakta hai.”

Phir woh uthi, Banke ko jaldi-jaldi bahar bheja, darwaza lock kiya aur bed pe let gayi.
Us raat jab Dara aayega, woh jaanti thi – phir se woh purana tsunami aayega.
Banke sirf ek chhoti si lahar tha.
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[Aasthajun]

Super thirller story.

[Aasthajun]

Super thirller story. Mera 2 baar toh padh kr hi ho gyaa.

[Sharmin Shila]

Ekdum superb story

[ShadowRising321]

Thank you