Adultery veil Ka Neecha Ki Tarap

[Mis Khan]

Mera naam Noureen hai. Main 32 saal ki shaadi-shuda '. aurat hoon, aur ab main Dubai mein rehti hoon – ek posh ilaqe ke luxurious apartment mein, apne do pyare ladkon ke saath.
 
Yeh meri tasveer hai – bilkul real aur aaj ki main: vibrant teal-gold embroidered long dress pehne, brown veil perfectly set, pearl necklace jo meri neck ko enhance karta hai, gori chamdi glow karti hui, badi nasheeli aankhein, gulabi honth aur confident smile ke saath khadi hoon ghar ke beautiful background mein. Figure ab bhi killer: 34C-28-36 – patli kamar gym se toned, bhari chunchiyan dress ke andar se bhi ubhar dikha rahi hain, aur gol-mattol gaand jo is pose mein bhi tempting lag rahi hai. Meri chamdi gori-doodh jaisi, kale lambe baal jo kamar tak latakte hain aur hawa mein lehrate hain, aankhein thodi nasheeli aur badi, honth gulabi aur mote – jaise kiss ke liye bane hon. Main hamesha apne aap ko groomed rakhti hoon, makeup karti hoon, stylish kapde pehenti hoon taaki nazrein mujh par hi atki rahein.
Shaadi ko 10 saal ho gaye hain. Amjad se arranged marriage Karachi mein traditional tarike se hui thi. Shaadi ka din bohot dhoom-dhaam se guzra – main heavy red bridal lehenga pehne, gold jewelry, mehndi se bhare haath, sir par sehra, dulhan bani baithi thi. Raat ko suhag raat thi. Ghar walon ne bedroom ko phoolon se sajaaya – bed par laal rose petals bikhere hue, jasmine ki khushboo faili hui, lights dim pink aur golden, curtain band, sirf chandni ki roshni andar aa rahi thi.

[Mis Khan]

Amjad andar aaya – sherwani pehne, thoda sharmila lekin excited nazron se. Usne darwaza band kiya, mujhe dheere se uthaya aur bed ke paas le gaya. Pehle baatein ki – "Tum bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho," "Ab hum saath hain hamesha ke liye." Phir usne mera dupatta utara, mera chehra haathon mein liya aur pehli kiss ki – halki, dheemi, lekin dil ki dhadkan tez kar dene wali.

Usne meri chunri utari, blouse ke hooks dheere-dheere khole. Meri bhari chunchiyan bra mein ubhar rahi thi – pehli baar kisi mard ke saamne. Wo sharma raha tha, main bhi. Usne bra upar kiya, nipples ko haathon se sehlaya – un par halka sa pinch kiya, main siskari le uthi. Meri body garam ho rahi thi, nipples hard ho gaye the.
Phir usne mera lehenga upar kiya, petticoat khola, aur panty dheere se neeche ki. Meri chut pehle se thodi gili thi – excitement aur nervousness se. Amjad ne apna sherwani utara, pant kholi, aur apna lund nikala – average size ka, thoda hard. Usne thoda oil lagaaya (ghar walon ne samjhaaya tha ki pehli baar dard na ho), aur meri taangon ke beech baith gaya.
Usne dheere se apna supara meri chut ke entrance par rakha. Main tight thi, virgin thi – opening bohot chhoti. Jab usne push kiya, dard hua – jalan si, jaise kuch phat raha ho. Main cheekh padi halki si "Ahh... dard ho raha hai." Usne ruk kar mujhe kiss kiya, gale lagaya, bola "Relax karo, sab theek ho jayega." Phir dheere se andar gaya – hymen break hua, thoda khoon nikla sheet par. Dard ke saath thoda strange pleasure bhi tha. Poora andar gaya toh main tadap uthi – mix feeling.
Usne dheere-dheere dhakke marna shuru kiye – pehle slow, phir thoda tez. Meri chunchiyan hil rahi thi har dhakke se. Main siskiyaan le rahi thi – "Ahh... umm..." Usne meri nipples chuse, haathon se gaand dabayi. Pehli baar mein wo jaldi farigh ho gaya – andar hi, garam feel hua. Phir thodi der baad (15-20 minute), wo phir hard hua aur doosri baar shuru kiya. Is baar thoda zyada time liya – 5-7 minute tak dhakke maare, lekin phir bhi jaldi khatam kar diya. Main poori tarah satisfy nahi hui – body garam thi, chut abhi bhi tadap rahi thi, lekin wo so gaya thak kar.
AMJAD ek achha multinational company mein senior position pe job karta hai, jo Dubai mein based hai. Shaadi ke ek saal baad hi MAI Dubai shift ho gaIa better opportunities. Ab hum permanently Dubai mein hi rehta hai, ek achhe area mein flat le kar, jahan bohot Pakistani families rehti hain). Sal mein sirf ek baar hum – Eid pe, 30 din ke liye Karachi aata hai,

Humare do ladke hain: bada beta Nauman, 7 saal ka, aur chhota beta Rafay, 5 saal ka. Dono bohot shararti aur pyare hain. Main din bhar unke saath busy rehti hoon – subah uth kar nashta banati hoon, college drop karti hoon (Dubai ke achhe college mein padhte hain), dopahar mein pick up, homework karwati hoon, khana pakati hoon, ghar sambhalti hoon. Waqt mile toh gym jaati hoon – treadmill, weights, yoga – taaki figure perfect rahe, kamar patli aur gaand tight. Shopping bhi karti hoon– new dresses, lingerie secretly, perfumes. Lekin andar se ek gehra khali-pan hai. Raat ko jab bacche so jaate hain, main bed par leti hoon, body garam ho jati hai, chut tadapne lagti hai. Kabhi ungli se sehlati hoon, qu ka AMJAD office sa itna thaka hota hai ka wo jald so jata hai hamree ab sex life bohat kam ho gai thi AMJAD jab bhi sex karta tha wo muj ko nanga karta our apna lund dalka muj ko chodna lagta our jaldhi sa farig ho ka late jata tha our mai tarapti raha jati thi lekin asli maza nahi milta. Dil chahta hai koi mazboot, lambi, moti lund wala mard jo mujhe raat bhar chode – meri chunchiyon ko masle, nipples chuse, gaand par thappad maare, zor-zor se dhakke maare, siskiyaan nikaale, aur mujhe poora satisfy kare. Koi aisa jo meri aankhon mein dekh kar samajh jaaye ki main kitni pyasi hoon, kitni bechain.

[Blueman]

Very nice start

[Trishasharma]

Bahut badhiya shuruwat

[Kobir99]

Apki writing skills bohut hi bahtar hain, apse request hain story ko interfaith basis banana aur, update jald hi digiyega...
Thank you!

[Sahazaem]

Keep it up

[Sahazaem]

Waiting

[shan123]

Great start

[Mis Khan]

Student life ki yaadein ab bhi raat ko sone nahi deti. Karachi University mein commerce padhti thi, 19-20 saal ki umar thi. Tab se hi mera jism ek aag ka gola ban chuka tha – 34C ki bhari, ubhri hui chunchiyan jo body fit abaya ke neeche bhi chhup nahi paati thi, woh ubhaar har saans ke saath upar-neeche hota tha, jaise kisi ko bulati ho Patli kamar – 28 inch se bhi kam – abaya se itni nazar aati thi ki ladke corridor mein ruk kar dekhte rehte the. Aur gaand… 36 inch ki gol-mattol, heavy, har kadam pe hilti hui, salwar ke fabric mein dabti hui, jaise kisi ko pagal karne ke liye bani ho. Chalti thi toh hips ki golaiyan hilti thi, dupatta peeche se hilta tha, aur ladkon ki nazrein wahi atak jati thi. Canteen mein chai peete waqt, class ke corridors mein, library ke shelves ke beech – har jagah ladkon ki nazrein mujh par thami rehti thi. Comments aate the, "Noureen, aaj bohot hot lag rahi ho," … yeh hips… wah!” Ya whistles, ya aankhon se hi chhedne wali nazrein. Lekin main strict thi – '. family, ghar ki pabandiyan, abaya pehenti thi lekin dupatta hamesha theek rakhti thi. Kisi ko chance nahi deti thi. Sirf padhai, ghar, aur duaen.
Phir Ali aaya – mera pehla pyar, pehla woh current jo meri body mein bijli si daudata tha. Tall tha, broad shoulders, mazboot baahen, nasheeli aankhein jo meri taraf dekhte hi dil ki dhadkan tez kar deti thi. Shuruaat group study se hui – library mein baith kar notes share karna, phir canteen mein coffee peene ke bahane milna. Dheere-dheere baatein personal ho gayi – woh meri aankhon mein dekhta, smile deta, aur main sharma jati.
Ek din Ali table ke upper mara haath per apa haat rakha – sirf ungliyon se halka sa touch. Meri body mein bijli si daud gayi. goosebumps poori body pe, chut mein ek tez garmi mehsoos hone lagi, panty thodi gili ho gayi. Ali na dheere se kaha, garam saans meri taraf: “Noureen, tu kitni khoobsurat hai... dil karta hai har waqt dekhta rahun, chhoota rahun.”
Phir woh chori-chori ki mulakaatein shuru hui. University ke peeche ek khali spot tha – wahan pedon ke neeche, class ke baad jab sab chale jaat e the, sirf hawa aur jasmine ki khushboo. Pehli kiss wahi hui. Hum dono akelay the. Ali mara mana karna ka baat bhi bari request karta raha our mujhe deewar se dheere se lagaya, mera dupatta side kiya, aur honth mere honthon par rakh diye. Pehli kiss – soft, garam, dheemi. Uske honth mere gulabi, mote honthon par ragde, main na koi bhi respond nahe kiya – pher Ali na mara honth ko apnee honthon sa chusna shuroo kiya our mara muh khol ka apne jeebh se jeebh mili, saliva mix hua, kiss gehri hoti gayi, saans tez, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Meri body garam ho gayi, nipples bra ke andar hard ho gaye the, chut mein pani aane laga.
Ali na mara haath badhaya – pehle meri kamar par, zor se pakda, phir upar. Abaya ke upar se hi meri chunchiyon ko pakda, zor se dabaya. Itna pressure tha ki main “Ahhh...” keh kar saans rok gayi. Mai na apna hatoo sa Ali ka hat pakra our us ko hatana ki koshe ki lakin Ali  na mara hat hata ka mara Nipples ko ungliyon se pinch kiya – dard hua lekin maza itna ki chut mein tez garmi mehsoos hone lagi, panty bilkul bheeg gayi. Ali ne masla, squeeze kiya – meri gori chunchiyan shirt ke neeche hil rahi thi, bra ke andar nipples sakht, jaise bahar aane ko tadap rahe hon. Phir Ali na apna haath neeche lagaya, hips par – zor se pakda, squeeze kiya, ungliyan andar ki taraf dabayi. Main tadap uthi, body mein current daud raha tha. Ali ne whisper kiya, garam saans mere kaan mein: “Noureen, tu meri hai... sirf meri. Yeh hips, yeh chunchiyan – sab meri. Dil karta hai abhi tum ko kapra utar ka dekh loon tujhe poora Mai na us ko rok diya nahee ya galat hai”
Ek din Ali ne mera haath pakda aur apni pant ke upar lund par rakha. Pant ke through feel hua – mota, hard, throbbing. Garam tha, jaise pulse kar raha ho, size itna ki meri ungliyan poori tarah na bandh saki. Main jaldhi sa hat ko hataya our Ali ki taraf dakha wo muskura raha tha Ali na dubar mara hat pakar ka zabar dati apne pant ka upper sa hi apna lund per rakh diya  halka sa, feel kar rahi thi uski motai, lambai, garami. Dil chahta tha zip khol kar haath andar daalun, usko pakad kar hilaoon, uska supara chhoon loon – lekin darr laga. “Ali, nahi... yeh galat hai,” keh kar haath hata liya. Usne ruk gaya, lekin aankhon mein woh pyas thi – “Ek din tu khud maangegi… mujhe chhoona chahegi.”
Uske baad kai mulakaatein hui – library ke dark corner mein, uski car ke peeche parking mein, ya university ke abandoned staircase par. Har baar intense aur gehra hota gaya:
Zor se kiss – honth chusna, jeebh andar bahar, saliva mix hona, uske honth mere honthon ko bite karte, main siskiyaan leti rahi.
Boobs ko shirt ke upar se masalna, kabhi dupatte ke neeche haath daal kar bra ke upar se nipples pinch karna – dard aur pleasure ka mix, main siskiyaan rok nahi paati thi, “Ahh… Ali… dheere…”
Hips par haath ferna, squeeze karna, kabhi thappad marna halka sa – “Ahh… Ali …” hips hilti thi uske haath mein, woh zor se dabata, ungliyan andar ki taraf dabata.
Ek baar usne meri shirt ke buttons kholne ki koshish ki – do buttons khule, bra ka lace dikha. Meri gori chunchiyan bahar aane wali thi, cleavage deep dikha raha tha. Usne bra ke upar se hi dabaya, nipples ko ungli se ragda – main garam ho gayi, panty bilkul gili. Ali ne kaha “Noureen, kapde utaar de... dekhna chahta hoon tujhe poora, yeh chunchiyan, yeh Hips…” Lekin main har baar mana kar deti thi – “Nahi, shaadi se pehle nahi... gunah hai.” Phir bhi woh thrill, woh forbidden touch, woh current – ab bhi raat ko yaad aata hai aur chut tadapne lagti hai.
Kabhi usne meri taangon ke beech haath daala, salwar ke upar se zabardasti meri choot ko rub kiya. Main Ali ka haath rokti rahi lekin Ali ne meri clit ko masal dala – halka sa pressure, circle banaya, main tadap uthi, “Ahh… Ali … mat karo…” lekin chut mein pani aa gaya, panty gili ho gayi. Woh ruk gaya, lekin aankhon mein wohi pyas thi – “Ek din tu khud bolegi… mujhe andar daalne ko.”
Woh sab sirf touch, kiss, feel tha – kabhi poora sex nahi hua. Lekin uski touch ne meri body ko jaagaya tha. Ab jab Ali ko yaad karti hoon, dil kehta hai kaash main ruk na jaati... kaash us din poora de deti usse. Woh mazboot haath, woh nasheeli aankhein, woh mota lund feel karna – woh sab meri pehli sexual awakening thi. Ab 10 saal baad bhi, jab bed par leti hoon, un moments ko yaad karke ungli se sehlati hoon, lekin asli maza toh us thrill mein tha.