[Joker44]

Geeti ne us poore hafte bank mein aise kaam kiya jaise kuch hua hi nahi tha, par andar hi andar ek tufaan macha hua tha.

Raghavan sahab tour pe the – kisi urgent corporate client meeting ke silsile mein pehle Pune aur phir Ahmedabad gaye hue the. Unke cabin ka bhari, dark-wood darwaza hafte bhar band pada raha. Geeti ko andar jaane ki koi zarurat nahi padi, jisse usko ek gahra relief mila. Kam se kam Raghavan ki woh tharki, bhookhi aur bhediye jaisi nazar us par nahi thi. Lekin yeh relief sirf ek dhokha tha, kyunki uski jagah ek doosre mard ke khayal ne le li thi.
Arjun ki yaad… uske jism se nikalne ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Har subah jab woh ready hoti, dressing table ke bade se mirror ke saamne khadi hokar apne saree ke blouse ke ek-ek hook ko band karti, toh uske dimaag mein wahi pub wala scene repeat-telecast ki tarah ghumne lagta. Woh pub ki maddham, reddish dim lights, Arjun ki garam saansain, uske majboot haathon ka kamar par pressure, uski do lambi, Sakht ungliyon ka petticoat ke andar jaakar wetness mein gahre tak ghusna, aur Geeti ka apna poora self-control kho kar uski chhati par sar tikana. Geeti ne hafte bhar mein kitni hi baar try kiya us feeling ko apne dimaag se erase karne ka, par uska jism us chhuwan ko bhoolne ko taiyaar hi nahi tha. Uski rang-rang mein Arjun ki ungliyon ka touch ek meetha, throbbing dard ban kar baith gaya tha.
Office mein pahunchte hi uski sabse pehli aadat ban chuki thi – handbag se phone nikal kar secret notifications check karna. Arjun ka koi naya text toh nahi aaya? Kabhi subah-subah aata: "Good morning, my sweet secret. Still thinking about how soft you felt on Saturday..." Kabhi sirf ek red heart aur fire emoji. Geeti har ek message ka screenshot leti aur turant Soham ko forward karti. Soham ka reply hamesha ek hi hota – "Wait. Immediate reply mat dena. Let him starve. Make him desperate for you."
Lekin Wednesday ka din... woh din Geeti ke jism aur dimaag par hamesha ke liye chhap gaya.
Us din subah Geeti light pink rang ki ek mulayam chiffon saree pehen rahi thi. Light makeup, hothon par halki gloss, aur baalon ko peeche pin kiya hua. Usne jaan-boojh kar us din waist chain (kamarbandh) nahi pehna tha taaki Soham ko lage ki woh normal rehana chahti hai. Lekin Soham toh uske jism ka malik ban chuka tha, uski har ek breath ka hisab rakhta tha.
Geeti jab mirror ke saamne khadi ho kar apne pallu ko adjust kar rahi thi, tabhi Soham peeche se dabe paon aaya. Usne Geeti ki chikni, gori kamar par dono haath rakhe aur use apne jism se tight chipka liya. Soham ka lower body completely charged tha. Usne Geeti ke kaan ke paas apna chehra jhukaya, uski neck par ek garam saans chhodi aur dheere se bola:
“Aaj bhi uski ungliyon ki feeling hai na andar... bol Geeti?”
Geeti ki saans wahin ruk gayi. Uski aakhein mirror mein Soham ki dark, aag se bhari aankhon se milin. Usko pata tha ki ab woh bhaag nahi sakti.
Soham ne bina der kiye Geeti ki saree ka pallu kandhe se neeche giraya. Deep-cut blouse ke andar apna bada, garam haath ghusaya aur Geeti ke naye, tight bra ke kapde ke upar se hi uske left nipple ko ungliyon ke beech pakad kar dheere se pinch kiya.




Ahmm..." Geeti ke hothon se ek siskari nikli. Uski taangein halki si kaampin.

“Main sab jaanta hoon, Geeti,” Soham ne uske kaan ki lobe ko daanton se halka sa dabaate hue kaha. “Tu office ke cabin mein baith ke bhi bas wahi sochti hai. Kaise usne pub ke us dark booth mein teri saree uthai thi... kaise uski ungliyaan tere andar slow-slow ghum rahi thin... aur kaise tune bina kisi sharm ke ek anjaan mard ka kandha pakad kar apni kamar uthai thi.”
Geeti ne apni aankhein kas ke band kar liin. Palkon ke peeche Arjun ka chehra aur Soham ki baatein ek doosre mein mix hone lagin.
Soham ne Geeti ka haath pakda aur neeche le jaakar apne trousers ke upar rakh diya. Uska waistband ke andar ka hissa lohe ki tarah sakht aur garam ho chuka tha.
“Aaj din bhar jab bhi tu apni revolving chair par baithegi, yaad rakhna... tere pati ka yeh hard posture sirf isliye hai kyunki tune kisi doosre mard ko apne andar jagah di.”
Soham ne Geeti ko jhatke se ghuma kar dressing table ke edge par tikaya. Uski saree ka pallu poora zameen par gir chuka tha. Petticoat ki naadi ko thoda sa dheela kiya aur bina koi maze ki baat kiye, apni do ungliyaan Geeti ke fully-drenched, garam aur reshmi jism ke andar ek hi jhatke mein poori ghusa diin.
Geeti ne turant apne dono haath apne muh par rakh liye taaki uski cheekh bahar na nikle. Pados ke kamre mein Amrita abhi bhi so rahi thi aur kitchen mein chai ki ketli pak rahi thi.
Soham ne bilkul wahi speed, wahi rhythm banaya jo Arjun ne us raat pub mein banaya tha. Pehle halka circular motion, phir andar tak deep thrusts. Geeti ke mulayam thighs kaampne lage, uski kamar apne aap Soham ki ungliyon ke saath rhythm mein uthne lagi. Uska poora jism paani chhodne laga tha.
“Bol Geeti...” Soham ne uske galon par apna garam chehra ragadte hue demand kiya, “Kisne better finger kiya? Maine... ya us pub wale strangers ne?”
Geeti ki aankhon se paani nikal aaya. Uski aawaz mein sirf haanphna aur tadap thi. “Sohammm... ahh... please...” Woh jhoot nahi bol paayi, kyunki Arjun ka woh stranger wala touch aur Soham ka yeh pati wala dominance dono mil kar use pagal kar rahe the.
Lekin jab Geeti climax ke bilkul kinare par pahunchi, jab uska jism phatne hi wala tha, Soham ne jhatke se apni ungliyaan bahar nikal liin. Usne Geeti ko orgasmic relief nahi diya. Usko tapti hui aag mein latka kar chhod diya.
Soham ne apni wet, glistening ungliyaan Geeti ke ras-bhare hothon par rakh diin.
“Ise chaat,” Soham ne hukum diya. “Ise chaat aur din bhar is taste ko apne dimaag mein ghuma.”
Geeti ne kaampte hothon se Soham ki ungliyon par laga apna hi jism ka ras chaat liya. Uski aankhein jhuk gayi thin.
Soham ne uske pallu ko uthakar uske kandhe par rakha aur last baar uske kaan mein phusphusaya, “Aaj jo bhi message aaye Arjun ka, mujhe forward karna. Aur agar woh koi photo maange... toh bina mujhe dikhaye mat bhejna.”
Office pahunchne ke baad Geeti jab apne desk par baithi, toh poora bank normal routine mein chal raha tha. Clerks files palat rahe the, phone ki ghantiyan baj rahi thin, AC ki thandak thi. Lekin Geeti ka lower body aag ki tarah tap raha tha. Silk petticoat ke andar uski thighs aapas mein rub ho rahi thin aur har moment par use subah wala wetness feel ho raha tha.
Lunchtime ke thik baad, phone screen par notification flash hua.

Arjun: Can’t stop thinking about how wet you were under my fingers, Geeti. You are pure sin. When are you letting me touch you again?

Geeti ne das minute tak us message ko dekha. Uski saansain bhari ho gayi thin. Usne turant screenshot liya aur Soham ko WhatsApp kiya.
Soham ka reply instant aaya:

Soham: Reply after 40 minutes. Don't show too much eagerness. Write: "Still at work, caught up with files. Thinking about Saturday too... but we have to be very careful."

Geeti ne wahi words type kiye aur Send button daba diya. Send dabate hi uski chhati dhak-dhak karne lagi. Woh ek aisi dal-dal mein utar rahi thi jahan se wapas lautna ab namumkin tha.




Ghar pahunchte hi, jaise hi Amrita apne room mein padhne gayi, Soham ne Geeti ko baazu se pakda aur seedha bedroom mein le gaya. Door lock karke usne Geeti ko bed par patka.

“Poora din kaise guzra, Geeti? Arjun ke baare mein kitna socha?”
Geeti ne bed par lete hue, bina kisi parda-daari ke sab bata diya – Arjun ka message, uski 40-minute ki tention, bus mein hua woh touch, aur poore din uske jism mein baithi hui woh lingering, unfinished tadap.
Soham ke chehre par ek ajeeb si jeet ki smile aayi. Usne Geeti ke uper jhuk kar uske gaal ko sehlaya.
“Bahut achha. Yeh tadap hi tera asli roop hai. Is feeling ko marne mat dena. Main chahta hoon tu roz thoda thoda uske liye mare... taaki jab agli baar hum usse milein, toh tu uske samne bilkul bhookhi ho kar samarpit ho jaye.”
Us raat Soham ne Geeti ke saath romance toh kiya, lekin use fir se climax tak nahi pahunchne diya. Usne Geeti ko edge par laakar chhod diya.
Andhere kamre mein Geeti bed sheet ko mutthi mein kas ke pakde leti rahi. Uski taangein tight thin, jism aag ki tarah garam tha, aur dimaag mein sirf ek hi sawal ghum raha tha – yeh game ab aur kitna deep, kitna ganda aur kitna khubsurat hone wala hai?
Aur sabse khaufnak baat yeh thi... ki ab darr se zyada, use is behayai ke agle step ka intezar tha.


Uske baad wala poora hafta thoda alag aur ajeeb se khumaar mein guzra.

Geeti ki daily routine ab badal chuki thi. Subah uthte hi, brushes aur kitchen ke kaam se pehle, uske haath sabse pehle dressing table par rakhe phone par jaate. Arjun ka message kab aayega, yeh sawaal uske dimaag mein ek meethe zehar ki tarah baith gaya tha. Arjun ka koi fix time nahi tha—kabhi dopahar ko aata, kabhi late night, toh kabhi subah-subah. Lekin har din ek message zaroor aata tha, jo Geeti ke jism mein din bhar ke liye aag laga deta.
Ek Tuesday subah, ghadi mein bilkul 8:12 baj rahe the. Geeti kitchen mein chai ke liye doodh ubal rahi thi jab phone vibrate hua.

Arjun: Good morning, my absolute sin. Still thinking about how wet and tight you felt on my fingers in that pub booth. You free today? I need to taste you properly this time.

Message dekhte hi Geeti ke haath mein pakda chammach wahi ruk gaya. Uski saansain bhari ho gayi aur petticoat ke andar uski thighs aapas mein tight ho gayi. Tabhi Soham dabe paon peeche se aaya. Usne Geeti ke nange shoulder par apna thoda garm chehra rakha, phone ki screen par nazar daali, aur uske hothon par ek makkhar, tharki muskaan aa gayi.
“Abhi mat reply dena,” Soham ne uske kaan ki lobe ko daanton se halka sa pakadte hue kaha. “Pehle ready ho ja, office pahunch. Main batata hoon kab aur kya likhna hai. Let him sweat.”
Geeti ne khamoshi se sar hila diya. Uske andar ek ajeeb si gudgudi aur laachari chal rahi thi. Control poori tarah Soham ke haath mein tha—woh tay kar raha tha ki Geeti kab kis mard se baat karegi, kya bolegi, aur kitna tadpayegi. Aur yeh baat Geeti ko andar se jitni sharminda karti, usse kahin zyada uske jism ko excite kar deti thi.
Office pahunch kar apne desk par baithne ke baad, Geeti ne sabse pehle apna secret, anonymous Instagram account khola—@DesiHotwife_G.
Followers ki count ab 2,800 ke paar pahunch chuki thi. Profile par wahi purani pictures thin—kuch cleavage-showing selfies, blurred-face saree shots, aur waist-chain wale teasers. DMs folder mein 50 se zyada naye messages pade hue the. Kai followers ne toh bina kisi formality ke seedhe, gande aur nange requests bheje the:

“Show more of those juicy breasts, baby...”
“I want to taste every inch of your wet body.”
“Mumbai mein kahan rehti ho? I can pay whatever you want for one night.”

Geeti ne ek-ek karke un messages ke screenshots liye aur Soham ko WhatsApp kar diye.
Us din shaam ko jab woh ghar lauti aur kitchen mein dinner ke liye bhindi ki subzi bana rahi thi, Soham kitchen ke door-frame se tek lagakar khada ho gaya. Amrita doosre room mein headphones lagakar government exam ki padhai kar rahi thi, isliye ghar mein ajeeb si khamoshi thi. Soham ne phone nikala aur un Instagram DMs ko zor-zor se, ek-ek shabd par stress dete hue padhna shuru kiya.
“‘I want to bend you over my desk, pull your saree up, and push myself deep inside you until you cry...’” Soham ne ek DM padha.
Phir woh ruka. Uski gehri, tharki nazrein Geeti ki patli kamar aur saree ke neeche hilte hue hips par ja kar tik gayi.
“Sunke kaisa lag raha hai, Geeti?” Soham ne aahista se poocha.
Geeti chup-chap kadhai mein chammach chala rahi thi, lekin uski saansain tez ho chuki thin. Blouse ke andar uske nipples sakht ho kar kapde ko teer ki tarah choob rahe the.
Soham uske bilkul peeche aakar khada hua. Usne Geeti ki chikni kamar ko dono haathon se kas ke pakda, apna garm jism uske hips se chipkaya, aur uske kaan mein phusphusaya, “Bol na... Achha lag raha hai na yeh sab padhke? Ek anjaan mard tere jism ke baare mein yeh sab soch raha hai... aur tera pati tujhe yeh sab padh ke suna raha hai.”
Geeti ne apni aankhein kas ke band kar liin aur hothon ko kaatte hue halka sa kaha, “Hmm... Soham, please... Amrita baahar hai...”
“Achha,” Soham ne uske galon par apne daant gadate hue kaha, “Toh kal ek naya kaam karna hai. Ek naya game.”



Wednesday ki subah.

Soham ne Geeti ko ready hote waqt hi strict instructions de diye the.
“Aaj jab tu bank pahunchegi, toh lunch break se pehle executive bathroom mein jaana. Wahan ek photo bhejni hai Arjun ko. Bank ki lanyard aur ID card gale mein latka hona chahiye, blouse ka top button khula hua... thoda cleavage aur bra ki strap nazar aaye. Face mat dikhana. Sirf collarbone se lekar tere breasts ki deep line tak.”
Geeti ka dil dhak-dhak karne laga. Usne darte hue kaha, “Soham… office ke bathroom mein? Agar kisi aur female employee ne dekh liya ya koi andar aa gaya toh? Baahar Raghavan sahab aur Rohan bhi hote hain...”
Soham ne jhatke se uska chehra apne haathon mein pakda aur uske hothon ke bilkul paas aakar bola, “Wahi toh thrill hai, Geeti. Jab tu us bank ke bathroom mein darte-darte apna button kholegi, aur ek anjaan mard ke liye photo kheenchegi... tab jo tere jism mein wetness aayegi, wahi mujhe chahiye. Tu karegi yeh. Arjun ko tadpana hai, aur mujhe yeh photo dekhni hai.”





Dopahar ke 1:15 baj rahe the. Office mein lunch hour chal raha tha.
Geeti ka dil aisi tez raftaar se dhadak raha tha jaise abhi chhati phat jayegi. Woh dheere se uthi, apna phone saree ke pallu ke neeche chupaya, aur 3rd floor ke executive, single-occupancy washroom ki taraf badh gayi.
Inside the washroom, usne darwaza lock kiya aur bolt do baar check ki. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar usne apni saans ko control karne ki koshish ki. Uski ungliyaan kaamp rahi thin. Usne apne bank ka official lanyard thoda adjust kiya taaki logo aur uska naam saaf dikhe. Phir, kaampte haathon se, usne apne deep-pink blouse ka sabse upar wala button khol diya.
Blouse ka kapda thoda alag hua, aur uski gori chhati, deep cleavage line, aur black lace bra ka kinara mirror mein chamakne laga.
Geeti ne phone uthaya. Uski saans itni tezz thi ki mirror par halki bhap ban rahi thi. Usne angle set kiya—gale mein bank ka lanyard, khula button, aur gehra, ras-bhara cleavage. CLICK.
Photo kheenchne ke baad usne turant button band kiya aur pehle photo Soham ko bhej di.
Soham ka reply instant aaya:

Soham: Fuck Geeti... You look like a dirty corporate slut. Send this to Arjun right now with the caption: "Thinking of you between meetings... but I'm being a very bad girl at work."

Geeti ne kaampte anguthe se wahi caption type kiya aur Arjun ko send kar diya.









Ussi waqt, Arjun ka reply aaya. Ek minute bhi nahi laga.


Arjun: HOLY SHIT GEETI! You are driving me fucking insane! You're in your office right now wearing this? I swear to God I want to come to your bank, pull you into this exact bathroom, and bury my face right between those soft breasts. Send me one more. Please.

Geeti bathroom ki deewar se tek lagakar khadi ho gayi. Uski petticoat andar se bilkul gili ho chuki thi. Arjun ki desperation aur Soham ki direction ne use poori tarah behaya bana diya tha.
Poora dopahar Geeti ke liye ek torture ban gaya.
2:30 baje bank ke main conference room mein ek bahut hi important financial audit meeting thi. Board table ke charon taraf senior officers baithe the. Table ke ek head par Raghavan sahab baithe the, jo quarterly targets par lecture de rahe the. Table ke doosre kone par young intern Rohan baitha files arrange kar raha tha, aur uski nazrein baar-baar Geeti ki kamar aur uske hothon par ja kar tik rahi thin.
Lekin Geeti ka dimaag meeting mein bilkul nahi tha.
Uski jaanghon ke beech phone silent mode par rakh kar rakha tha, jo har 10 minute mein vibrate ho raha tha. Arjun ek ke baad ek aggressive, desperate messages bhej raha tha:

“Geeti, reply me!”
“I can't focus on my work.”
“Tell me what color panty you're wearing under that saree right now.”
“If you don't meet me this Saturday, I'm coming to your bank branch.”

Geeti table ke neeche haath le jaakar phone ki screen dekhti, aur uski saansain bhari ho jaati. Usko lag raha tha ki agar kisi ko pata chal gaya ki is waqt, is formal meeting ke dauran, woh table ke neeche ek mard ke aise tharki messages padh rahi hai, toh kya hoga?
Raghavan ne achanak kaha, “Geeti ji, aapka kya view hai Q2 ke NPAs par?”
Geeti haadbadakar uthi. Uska chehra laal ho chuka tha, saans phool rahi thi. “Sir... ah, yes... I am reviewing the figures. The audit report is almost ready.”
Raghavan ne apni gehri nazron se Geeti ke laal gaal aur uski tezz chhati ki movement ko dekha, aur halki si smirk ke saath bola, “Alright. Meeting ke baad mere cabin mein aakar file discuss kijiye.”
Rohan ne bhi Geeti ki taraf dekha, uski nazron mein ek ajeeb sa attraction aur doubt tha.
Geeti wapas baith gayi. Table ke neeche uski taangein kaamp rahi thin. Usko ahsaas hua ki woh ek waqt mein teen alag-alag mardon ke jaal mein phans chuki hai—Soham jo use control kar raha tha, Arjun jo baahar se use paane ke liye paagal ho raha tha, aur Raghavan jo office ke andar us par apni pakad mazboot kar raha tha.
Aur sabse khaufnak baat yeh thi ki Geeti ko is darr, is behayai, aur is khatre se ek aisi aag mil rahi thi jo usne apni zindagi mein pehle kabhi feel nahi ki thi.

Meeting khatam hone ke baad, jab office ke sabhi log apna saamaan pack karke nikal rahe the, Geeti ne bhi apna leather bag uthaya aur bank ke bhari glass doors se bahar nikli. Bahar Mumbai ki shaam ka halka aasmaan peela aur gulabi ho chuka tha, aur sadkon par shaam ka traffic shuru ho gaya tha. Cab book karne ke bajaye Geeti ne socha ki aaj woh aam janta ki tarah bus se hi ghar jaayegi. Uske andar jo aag, darr aur excitement ka toofan macha hua tha, use thoda waqt chahiye tha dimaag ko quiet aur settle karne ke liye.

Red Double-Decker bus stand par aakar ruki. Geeti ne apni chiffon saree ka pallu sambhalate hue dhabe par paon rakha aur seedhe sabse peeche wali window seat par ja kar baith gayi. Bag ko apni godi mein rakha, deep breath li, aur handbag se apna encrypted phone nikaala.
Sabse pehle usne apna secret account khola — @DesiHotwife_G.
Screen load hote hi uski aankhein hairani aur thrill se badi ho gayi.
Followers ki count jo subah 2,800 thi, ab jump karke 3,400+ ke paar pahunch chuki thi.
Aaj dopahar mein jo executive bathroom wali stealth photo usne post ki thi—gale mein latka hua bank lanyard, khula hua top button aur deep, ras-bhari cleavage line—us par likes aur comments ki bauchar ho rahi thi.
1.2K likes already ho chuke the.
Comments 180+ the aur har second refresh karne par naye comments add ho rahe the.
Geeti ne apni kaampti ungliyon se screen ko dheere-dheere niche scroll karna shuru kiya. Bus ke purane shocks aur sadak ke jhatkon ke saath uska gora, mulayam sharir bhi halka-halka hil raha tha, lekin uska pura dhyaan sirf screen par likhe un behaya, tharki shabdon par tha.

@mumbai_hunter88: Ma’am aap South Mumbai bank mein kaam karti ho kya? Yeh lanyard dekh ke toh lagta hai. Itni gori, juicy cleavage office mein open karke ghumti ho? Tumhare colleagues kitne lucky hain.
@desi_tharki_king: Fuckkk those soft looking breasts. I want to rip open that second button myself and bury my face in them.
@anonymous_dad: Beta agar tumhari jaisi wife meri hoti toh main toh din raat ghar pe lock karke rakhta. Kya cheez ho tum.
@night_rider_bom: Location batao Mumbai ki. BKC ya Bandra? Ek raat ke liye jo bologi wo cash dunga.
@saree_lover_69: Is photo ko dekh ke mera lund itna hard ho gaya hai ki trousers mein baith nahi pa raha. Please ek aur photo daalo… thoda aur neeche se petticoat dikhate hue.




Geeti ke dono gaal tamatar ki tarah garam ho gaye. Usne ghabra kar aaspas nazar daali. Bus mein shaam ke thake-haare passengers baithe the, koi apne phone mein laga tha toh koi khidki se bahar dekh raha tha. Kisine uski screen nahi dekhi thi. Lekin yeh soch kar hi uske chest ki movement tez ho gayi ki agar koi ek baar jhuk kar dekh le ki yeh sanskari saree wali bank officer screen par kya padh rahi hai, toh kya hungama ho jayega.

Darr ke sath-sath, uske jism mein ek zordar current dauda. Soham ki instructions uske dimaag mein goonj rahi thi. Usne ek naya, aur zyada aggressive photo post karne ka socha.
Bus ki khidki se aati hui shaam ki natural light ka faida uthate hue, usne apne left hand se pallu ko completely side kiya. Blouse ke ab do buttons khole—is baar pehle se zyada gehra, gora hissa aur bra ki lace saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne camera ko neeche se thoda upar ka angle diya aur click. Is photo mein sirf uski collarbone, deep cleavage, black bra ka satin edge aur gale mein chamakta bank lanyard dikh raha tha. Face hamesha ki tarah cropped.
Caption likha:
“Still at work… still having dirty thoughts. Should I open one more button for my followers?”
Post dabate hi notification tab ekdum se crash hone laga. Likes aur comments ki jaise baarh aa gayi.
Do minute ke andar 200 likes.
Phir 400.
Phir 700.
DMs (Direct Messages) ka folder toh explode hi ho gaya. 30 se zyada naye messages pichhle 20 minute mein aaye the.

“Ma’am please reply… I’m stroking myself hard looking at your last photo.”
“I work in Bandra too. Tell me your branch name, I’ll come meet you right now during extended hours.”
“You look like a perfect corporate slut. I want to fuck you in that same executive bathroom where you took this photo.”
“Kitna wet ho raha hai aapko yeh sab padhke? Sach batao na hot wife...”

Geeti ki saansain bhari ho gayi. Usne apni dono thighs ko aapas mein kas ke press kiya. Silk petticoat ke andar uska jism pehle se hi chipchipa aur garam tha, ab yeh DMs padhte hi aag ki tarah tapne laga.
Bus Andheri highway par aage badh rahi thi. Geeti ne ek desperate follower ke DM par click kiya aur kaampte anguthe se reply type kiya:
“Maybe more than you can ever imagine…”
Send.
Uske baad usne Soham ke kehne par sabhi cheezon ka ek seamless workflow banaya. Usne Soham ke WhatsApp par sare naye screenshots bheje—DMs, dirty comments, Arjun ke double-meaning texts, sab kuch.
Tabhi Soham ka ek audio-note aur text message aaya.
Soham:
Good girl, Geeti. Par sirf WhatsApp par mat bhej. Maine jo tera aur mera shared Google Drive folder banaya hai ('G_Hotwife_Archive'), usme Arjun ke sare audio notes, text screenshots, aur in Instagram ke tharki laondon ke sabhi dirty comments ke High-Res screenshots upload kar de. Main office mein baith ke apni screen par yeh sab HD mein dekh raha hoon... and it's making me rock hard.
Soham ne aage likha:
Ghar aate hi tujhe yeh saare screenshots mere saamne khadhe ho kar loud voice mein padhne honge. Especially woh wala DM jisme usne tujhe 'corporate slut' bola hai aur bathroom mein chodne ka likha hai. Main chahta hoon tu ek-ek word mujhe eyes mein dekhte hue bole. Main drive check kar raha hoon, upload complete kar.
Geeti ne kaampte haathon se phone ka hotspot background mein use kiya aur shared Cloud Drive open ki. Usne ek 'Folder: Bank_Bathroom_Incidents' banaya aur Arjun ke saare desperate text messages, audio recordings, aur Instagram ke topmost perverted comments ke dozens of screenshots batch-upload par laga diye.
Screen par 'Uploading 24 items to Shared Drive...' ka progress bar chalne laga. Geeti ne socha ki doosri taraf uska pati, uske phone aur jism ki behayai ko live cloud storage se sync karke dekh raha hai aur arousing feel kar raha hai. Yeh sochte hi uske kamar ke niche ek aisi garm wave chali ki usne apni lips ko daanton tale daba liya.
Usne phone screen off karke khidki se bahar dekha. Glass par uski apni hi reflection dikh rahi thi—ek beautiful, saree-clad Indian bank manager jiske ander behayai ka zehar poori tarah phail chuka tha. Uske hothon par ek makkhar aur sharmili muskaan aa gayi.
Woh andar hi andar is public humiliation aur private desire ko deeply enjoy kar rahi thi.
Hazaron anjaan mard uske gora jism ke baare mein soch rahe the, uske wet hone par fantasies bana rahe the... Arjun uske ek chhuwan ke liye gidgida raha tha... aur uska apna pati use in sab mardon ke aage ek trophy ki tarah expose karke mood bana raha tha.
Bus jab uske final stop par aakar ruki, Geeti ne last time account check kiya.
Post ke likes ab 2.1K cross kar chuke the.
Comments 300 se upar ho chuke the, aur drive par saari files green check-mark ke saath upload ho chuki thin.
Usne phone bag mein rakha, ek gehri saans li, aur saree ka pallu theek karte hue bus se neeche utar gayi.
Ghar ki taraf paidal chalte hue uske dimaag aur jism mein sirf ek hi baat ka junoon tha—
Ghar pahunchte hi, Soham bedroom ka door lock karega, uski shared drive open karega, aur use ek-ek ganda comment apne munh se bolne par majboor karega. Aur woh poori tarah se tayyaar thi.

[Joker44]

Agli subah Geeti ki aankh thodi late khuli. Kal raat Soham ke saamne dress table ke saamne khade hokar un behaya, gande Instagram DMs aur Arjun ke desperate messages ko ek-ek word bol kar padhne ka nasha abhi bhi uske jism mein baitha hua tha. Soham ne drive par saare screenshots check karte hue uske har ek shabd par uski waist chain ko khinch-khinch kar jo aag lagayi thi, uska hangover pooray jism mein dhal chuka tha.
Aaj Geeti ne ek alag hi andaz mein taiyar hone ka socha. Usne wardrobe se ek soft peach color ki chiffon saree nikali. Saree ka fabric itna mulayam aur translucent tha ki har ek curve saaf jhalak raha tha. Usne waist par apni patli, chamakdar silver waist chain (kamarbandh) kas ke baandhi, aur dono paon mein aisi heavy-designed silver anklets (payal) pehni jo halki si movement par bhi ek makhnooni, chhan-chhan ki sound karti thin. Blouse ka neck thoda deep tha, lekin formal look banaye rakhne ke liye top buttons poori tarah band the. Office ke hisab se ek perfect, killer balance—bahar se poori tarah professional, lekin agar koi mard ek baar gaur se dekh le toh uski nazar wahan se hat na paaye.
Bank ke main hall mein entry karte hi Geeti ne notice kiya ki Rohan—woh young 22-year-old intern—pehle se hi uske cabin aur desk ke aas-paas mandra raha tha. Kal shaam wali Instagram photo jisme usne bank lanyard ke sath cleavage dikhaya tha, kahin na kahin us intern ke dimaag mein bhi ghusa hua tha. Rohan ab almost har roz Geeti ke section mein koi na koi fazool kaam dhoondhta rehta tha. Printouts ki stack lana, sign karwana, chai ya paani ke liye poochna—sab chhote-chhote bahane the bas Geeti ke gori kamar aur uske hothon ko dekhne ke.
Geeti ne apni revolving leather chair par baith kar computer screen power on kiya. Woh daily banking sheets aur ledger verification mein busy hone ki acting kar rahi thi, lekin uska dimaag baar-baar kal ke executive bathroom wali photo, Soham ke dwara banwayi gayi secret Google Drive, aur Arjun ke hungry messages par bhatak raha tha. Uski petticoat ke andar abhi se hi ek halki si warmth aur chipchipapan feel hone laga tha.
Tabhi achanak…
Thap.
Ek heavy loan module file Rohan ke haath se chhoot kar seedha Geeti ke wooden desk ke bilkul neeche, uske paon ke paas ja giri. Saree ke pallu ke paas saare loose A4 white papers poori tarah spread ho gaye.
“Oh! Extremely sorry, Geeti ma’am… haath se slip ho gayi,” Rohan ne ek thodi si sharmayi aur kaampte hue lehze mein kaha. Lekin jab Geeti ne nazrein utha kar dekha, toh us intern ki aankhein bilkul bhi sharmayi hui nahi thin. Uski aakhon mein ek bhookh thi.
Woh niche jhukne se pehle ek micro-second ke liye ruk kar Geeti ki chest aur deep-neck blouse ki taraf dekha. Phir woh slow motion mein ghutnon ke bal neeche jhuka aur table ke dark space ke andar ghusa.




Geeti ek jhatke mein samajh gayi.
Woh file koi accidentally nahi giri thi. Woh jaan-boojh kar girayi gayi thi.
Rohan table ke neeche papers uthane ke bahane zarurat se zyada time le raha tha. Desk ke dark wooden bottom mein Geeti ki dono gori, chikni taangein aur uske pairon mein pehni silver anklets Rohan ke face se bas kuch inches ki doori par thin. Peach saree ka pallu thoda side ho chuka tha, jisse Geeti ki ek pair ki payal aur uski gori ancle clear chamak rahi thi. Aur jab Geeti ne chair par thoda adjust hone ke liye apni kamar hilayi, toh saree ke transperent chiffon fabric ke peeche se uski silver waist chain ka ek chamakdar hissa bhi saaf dikhai dene laga.
Rohan ne floor par pade papers uthate-uthate apni nazar Geeti ke paon se shuru karke, uski chikni pindleeyon se hote hue upper thigh aur kamar ke us chamakte kamarbandh tak le jaane ki koshish ki. Geeti desk ke upar baithi saaf feel kar sakti thi ki us young intern ki saansain tezz ho chuki hain aur uska chehra uski taanghon ke behad kareeb tha.
Geeti ke dimaag ne ek second ke liye signal diya ki abhi use daantna chahiye. Senior officer ki tarah strict aawaz mein “Rohan, stop this nonsense and get up right now!” bolna chahiye. Lekin uske behaya ho chuke jism ne dimaag ki baat sunne se inkaar kar diya.
Woh chup-chaap, bilkul motionless baithi rahi.
Uske andar ek aisi behaya aur zehrili sensation daudne lagi jo use andar tak tod rahi thi. Kal raat internet par hazaron anjaan tharki mardon ne uske jism ke baare mein kitni gandi-gandi baatein likhi thin. Arjun uske ek touch ke liye pagal ho raha tha. Aur ab yeh young, handsome intern uske paon ke bilkul paas jhuk kar, table ke neeche ghus kar uski taanghon aur kamarbandh ko apni tharki nazron se chaat raha tha.
Geeti ne apna left foot thoda sa aage khiska diya.
Chhan... chhan...
Silver anklet ki woh makhnooni, sharp chhan-chhan ki aawaz us dark wooden desk ke neeche goonj uthi.
Rohan ki nazrein turant us aawaz par ja kar chipak gayi. Woh floor se aakhri paper uthana jaise bilkul bhool hi gaya. Ek second ke liye uski movement poori tarah freeze ho gayi, aur usne apni saans rok kar Geeti ke us gora, payal se saje paon ko dekha.
Geeti ne apni nazrein screen par rakhi, lekin screen ke reflection se woh desk ke neeche Rohan ki har ek micro-movement dekh rahi thi. Uske hothon par ek halki, makkhar aur ghamandi muskaan aa gayi—jise usne turant apna pallu theek karne ki acting karte hue chhupa liya.
Rohan ne aakhirkaar kaampte haathon se saare papers ik इकट्ठा kiye aur dhire se khada hua. Uske dono gaal laal ho chuke the, aur uske maathe par paseene ki halki boondein thin. Woh itna embarrassed aur aroused tha ki seedha Geeti ki aankhon mein aakh daal kar dekhne ki himmat nahi kar paa raha tha. Uske trousers ke front part mein ek halka sa bulging stretch saaf dikh raha tha.
“Ma’am… yeh… yeh file,” usne tezi se aur kaampte haathon se papers ko table par rakhte hue kaha.
“Thank you, Rohan,” Geeti ne bilkul formal, icy-cool aawaz mein jawab diya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Rohan turant piche hat kar apne desk ki taraf tezz kadmon se badh gaya, lekin raste mein usne do baar mud kar Geeti ke jhukte hue saree ke pallu ko dekha.
Geeti ne ek gehri, bhari saans li.
Uske paon ke neeche jo halki si gudgudi aur garmi shuru hui thi, woh ab dhire-dhire uske lower abdomen aur petticoat ke andar tak phailne lagi thi. Uski silk panty ke andar wetness ki ek nayi layer jama ho chuki thi. Itna chhota sa incident, ek intern ki desk ke neeche se fenki gayi tharki gaze… lekin ab Geeti ke liye yeh chhote-chhote public exposures uski rooh ki khurak ban chuke the.
Usne handbag se phone nikaala aur secretly apna Instagram account khola. Kal executive bathroom wali photo ke likes ab 2.8K cross kar chuke the, aur shared Drive par Soham ne naye DMs ke screenshots verify kar liye the.
Phir usne Arjun ka WhatsApp chat thread khola. Usne abhi tak Arjun ke subah wale 8:00 AM wale desperate message ka koi reply nahi diya ka.
Soham ki strict rule-book ko dimaag mein rakhte hue, Geeti ne kaampte anguthe se type kiya:

Geeti: Still at my bank desk. Trying to focus on audit files… but it’s so hard when I keep remembering your fingers inside me.

Send.
Message bhejte hi usne phone face-down karke desk par rakh diya aur wapas system par kaam karne ka natak karne lagi. Lekin har do minute baad uski nazrein screen ke upar se nikal kar Rohan ke desk par chali jaati.
Aur har baar jab Rohan uski taraf dekh kar apni saans rokta, Geeti jaan-boojh kar apni nazar hata leti, apne pallu ko thoda aur side karti taaki uski silver waist chain ka kinara chamakta rahe.
Dono ke beech koi lafz nahi bola gaya tha, lekin dono achhi tarah jaante the ki us dark desk ke neeche ek behaya aur dangerous shuruaat ho chuki thi.

Aaj subah se hi uska mood poori tarah alag chal raha tha. Jism mein ek aisi pyas aur sensitivity baith chuki thi ki saree ke fabric ka har ek touch use arousing lag raha tha. Silk petticoat uski thighs ke beech halka sa chipak raha tha. Usne mahsoos kiya ki pichhle kuch dino se Soham ne use jiss tarah mardon ki tharki nazron se expose karwaya hai, usne uske andar ke sharm aur darr ko khatam karke ek behaya aurat ko jaga diya tha. Woh ab kisi ek mard ki mohtaj nahi thi—woh toh bas har us mard ka attraction enjoy karna chahti thi jo uske gori, ras-bhari body par apni laalchi nazar daale.
Tabhi uski nazar room ke doosre kone par baithe young intern Rohan par padi.
Rohan apne laptop keyboard par kuch type karne ka natak kar raha tha, lekin har do-teen second mein uski bhookhi, besharm aankhein Geeti ke gori kamar, uske deep-neck blouse, aur un silver anklets par ja kar tik jaati thin. Us young laonde ki nazron mein ek aisi paak-saaf tharak thi jo kisi bhi aurat ka sar ghuma de.
Geeti ke dimaag mein ek zordar, shaitani khayal aaya.
'Kal toh maine sirf desk ke neeche se iska gaze feel kiya tha... Aaj kyun na is bechare laonde ke saath thoda sa real game khela jaye? Iski jawani aur iska lack of control check kiya jaye?'
Soham ne use sikhaya tha ki mardon ko kaise unki aukaat dikhani hai aur unhe apni jawani ke jaal mein phasana hai. Rohan toh pehle se hi uske ek-ek curve par marni ke liye tayyaar tha. Thoda sa use aur pagal karne mein kya harj tha?
Geeti ne aahista se apne right leg ko chair par thoda adjust kiya. Soft silver anklet ki makhmali chhan-chhan ki aawaz office ke quiet cabin area mein goonj uthi. Usne jaan-boojh kar apni ungliyon se us anklet ke silver clasp ko thoda sa loose kiya aur...
Chhan…
Anklet uske gora, chikne paon se slip hokar hardwood floor par ja giri. Table ke bilkul neeche, uski chair ke paas.
Rohan ki nazar turant us aawaz par aakar chipak gayi. Uski saansain ruk gayi thin.
Geeti ne poori coolness ke saath formal, lekin thodi sa husn se bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Rohan… ek minute yahan aana. Can you help me with something?”
Rohan ek jhatke mein apni chair se khada hua, jaise use koi lottery lag gayi ho. “Ji… ji Geeti ma’am? Order kijiye.”
Geeti ne thoda sa aage lean karke floor ki taraf dekha, aur phir apni gehri, nashili aankhon se Rohan ke laal ho chuke chehre ko dekhte hue boli,
“Mera payal slip ho kar neeche gir gaya hai. Main agar khud neeche jhukungi toh saree ka pallu aur plates kharab ho jayenge... thoda help kar doge mera?”
Rohan ke chehre par ek second ke liye surprise aur shock aaya. Ek senior, married bank manager use apne paon ke paas jhukne ke liye bol rahi thi! Usne jhat se haan mein sar hila diya. Woh dabe paon Geeti ke desk ke paas aaya aur bina kuch bole, bilkul uske paon ke paas ghutnon ke bal neeche jhuk gaya.
Geeti ne apni leather chair ko ek inch peeche khiska diya, taaki Rohan ke liye uske paon ke paas poori jagah ban jaye. Phir, jaan-boojh kar aur poore hosh-o-hawas mein, usne apni peach chiffon saree ke bottom pleats aur silk petticoat dono ko thoda upar utha diya—bas itna ki uski gori, chikni pindleeyan aur ancle clear dikhai dene lagein.
Rohan ne floor se silver payal uthayi. Uske haath aisi buri tarah kaamp rahe the ki payal ki chains aapas mein bajne lagi thin.
Geeti ne dheere se apna right leg thoda aage khiska kar Rohan ke chehre ke bilkul saamne kiya aur halka sa utha kar boli:
“Yahan pehena do… thoda dhyan se, clasp tight kar dena.”
Rohan ne kaampte haathon se payal ko Geeti ke paon ke paas laaya. Uski garam, mardana ungliyan Geeti ke soft, gora skin se pehli baar touch hui. Geeti ke jism mein ek zordar current daud gaya. Rohan ka touch thoda garam aur aag se bhara tha.




Jab Rohan payal pehenane ke liye aage jhuka hua tha, Geeti ne mauke ka faida uthaya. Usne apni saree aur petticoat ko ek inch aur upar khiska diya. Ab uske paon ke upar wala hissa—thoda sa calf se upar, almost knee ke neeche tak—poori tarah se us young intern ki aakhon ke saamne tha. Soft fair skin, aur uske upar halka sa petticoat ka lace.
Rohan ka saans poori tarah se ataq gaya.
Us angle se, neeche se jhuke hue, use Geeti ke dono gori thighs ke beech ka woh shadowed space bhi halka sa dikhne laga tha. Peach chiffon saree ka shadow, petticoat ka soft inner fabric, aur uske andar… uski tight silk black panty ka ek chhotasa lacey edge.
Bas ek micro-second ke liye.
Lekin ek hungry intern ko pagal karne ke liye woh ek second hi kaafi tha.
Rohan ke haath wahi freeze ho gaye. Payal ka hook abhi tak band nahi hua tha. Usne kaampte hue garden utha kar upar dekha—Geeti upar se apni jhuki hui gehri nazron se use hi dekh rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein koi gussa ya sharm nahi thi. Sirf ek shant, behaya aur makkhar smile thi—ek open challenge.
Geeti ne bilkul madhoshi bhari aawaz mein kaha, “Ho gaya kya, Rohan?”
Rohan jaise jhatke se hosh mein aaya. Usne jaldi se kaampte anguthe se payal ka clasp band kiya aur jhatse khada ho gaya. Uske dono gaal tamatar ki tarah laal the, maathe par paseene ki boondein thin, aur uske trousers ke front part mein ek heavy bulge saaf dikh raha tha.
“Ho… ho gaya ma’am,” usne ek dabi hui, ghabraayi hui phusphusahat mein kaha.



Geeti ne sukoon se apni saree ki pleats ko neeche kiya, apne pallu ko theek kiya aur normal tone mein boli, “Thank you so much, Rohan. You are very helpful.”
Rohan tezz kadmon se wapas apne desk par bhaaga. Is baar usne mud kar dekhne ki himmat nahi ki. Uski jawani us senior hot wife ke aage ghutne tek chuki thi.
Geeti apni chair par baithi rahi.
Uske dil ki dhadkan tezz chal rahi thi. Usne feel kiya ki uski black silk panty ab pehle se kahin zyada wet aur chipchipi ho chuki thi. Apne se chhote umar ke ek mard ko apne paon ke neeche jhuka kar uski aakhon mein tharak aur laachari dekhna… use ek alag hi level ka nasha de raha tha.
Use ahsaas hua ki use kisi ek mard ya kisi ek message ki zarurat nahi thi—woh toh ek aisi hotwife ban chuki thi jo jahan chahe, jis mard ko chahe, apne ek ishare par apne paon mein jhuka sakti thi.
Usne handbag se phone nikaala, Instagram story folder khola, aur bina kisi captions ke sirf apne paon mein pehni us silver anklet aur gori ancle ka ek close-up click kiya.
Story upload hote hi usne phone face-down rakha, ek gehri saans li, aur computer screen par ledger entries dekhne lagi.
Lekin uske laal hothon par jo ek ghamandi aur behaya muskaan aayi thi, woh shaam tak nahi hatne wali thi.


Rohan jab apne desk par wapas aakar baitha, toh Geeti ne apni screen ke reflection se notice kiya ki us intern ka chehra ab bhi tamatar ki tarah laal tha. Woh laptop ke keyboard par apni ungliyan chalane ki acting kar raha tha, lekin uski ungliyan kaamp rahi thin aur woh baar-baar wrong keys press kar raha tha. Uski saansain abhi bhi bhari thin. Har do-teen minute mein woh paas rakhi steel water bottle uthata, ek bada sa ghoont gale se neeche utarta, aur phir se screen par aankhein gada leta. Uski nazar mein ek aisi pareshani aur behayai thi jo sirf tab aati hai jab koi ladka apni jawani par control khone lagta hai.
Geeti apna banking verification work karti rahi, lekin uski nazrein har thodi der mein us young intern ke helpless posture par ja kar ruk jaati thin.
Takriban bees minute baad Rohan achanak apni chair se jhatke se utha. Usne kursi ko peeche dhakela, aur bina kisi ki taraf dekhe tezz kadmon se corridor ki taraf nikal gaya. Geeti ne apni jagah se dekha—woh seedha staff executive bathroom ki taraf ja raha tha.
Geeti ka dil ekdum se tezz dhadakne laga. Uski chhati ke neeche ek aisi warmth uthi jo seedhe uski petticoat ke andar tak phail gayi.
Woh ek aurat thi, aur woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki ek 22 saal ka ladka, abhi-abhi uske paon ke paas jhukne, uski gori taanghon ko dekhne, aur uski black silk panty ka lacey edge dekhne ke baad, itni tezi mein bathroom kyun gaya hoga.
Paanch-saat minute tak bathroom ka darwaza band raha.
Jab Rohan wapas aaya, toh uska chehra pehle se kahin zyada flushed aur laal tha. Uski forehead aur upper lip par paseene ki halki boondein chamak rahi thin. Usne apni white shirt ke top collar ko ungliyon se thoda dheela kiya, ek gehri saans li, aur wapas apni chair par baith kar files mein khud ko busy dikhane ka naatak karne laga. Lekin uski aankhon ki stability khone lagi thi—woh poori tarah se ek oragasm ke baad wale hangover mein tha.
Geeti ne yeh sab ek-ek micro-detail mein observe kiya.
Uske dimaag mein ek bilkul clear, nangi picture ban gayi—Rohan bathroom ke andar locked door ke peeche khada hokar, apni pant ko neeche karke, abhi-abhi Geeti ke paon, uski silver anklet ki chhan-chhan, uski upar uthi hui peach chiffon saree, aur us black panty ke kinare ko yaad karte hue apne aap ko strokes de raha hoga... uske naam par apna paani chhod raha hoga.
Geeti ke dono gaal aag ki tarah garam ho gaye.
Ek ajeeb si sharm, behayai, aur behad ghamand dono ek saath uske andar uthe. Usne socha—*“Woh abhi-abhi... mere naam par... mere paon ke baare mein soch kar... bathroom mein stroke karke aaya hai?”*
Uske andar ek strange, addictive satisfaction thi. Itna young, handsome ladka, uske ek chhote se payal pehenane wale khel se itna out of control ho gaya ki usko bathroom jaakar apne aap ko release karna pada.
Geeti ne sharm se apni aankhein jhuka liin. Uski silk panty pehle se hi geeli thi, ab is khayal ne uske jism ko aur zyada sensitive aur wet bana diya. Usne apni chair par thoda sa position shift kiya, apni gori thighs ko aapas mein kas ke press kiya taaki uski wetness thodi settle ho sake.
Usne phone uthaya aur Arjun ke WhatsApp draft mein ek line type ki, lekin send nahi ki. Bas draft mein save chhod diya taaki baad mein Soham ko dikha sake:
> *“Someone just went to the office washroom to relieve himself... just by looking at my ankles under the desk.”*
> 
Phir usne phone face-down rakha aur deep breath li.
Tabhi uske desk par rakha internal intercom shrill sound ke saath baj utha.
Geeti ne receiver uthaya. “Hello?”
“Geeti ji, Raghavan sir ne aapko bulaya hai. Unke private cabin mein right now,” reception se manager ki aawaz aayi.
Geeti thoda surprise hui. Raghavan sahab aaj subah se hi thode alag, silent mood mein the. Unhone morning audit meeting mein Geeti se kam baat ki thi, lekin unki gehri, tharki nazrein baar-baar Geeti ke blouse aur uski kamar par aakar rukti rahi thin.
Woh apni chair se uthi, saree ki pleats ko theek kiya, pallu ko waist chain par adjust kiya, aur senior manager ke private cabin ki taraf chal di.
Cabin ka heavy wooden door half-open tha. Geeti ne door par do baar halki si knock ki.
“Aaiye, Geeti ji,” Raghavan ki gehri, authoritarian aawaz andar se aayi.
Geeti andar gayi aur darwaza halka sa peeche push kar diya. Raghavan apne bade executive leather chair par baithe the. Unhone apna dark suit jacket utar kar sofa par phenk rakha tha, aur unki white shirt ke sleeves elbow tak roll up the. Table par Q2 corporate files open thin.
“Baithiye, Geeti,” unhone apni bhari aawaz mein kaha, bina kisi औपचारिक smile ke.
Geeti ne unke saamne wali leather chair par baithte hue notice kiya ki Raghavan ki nazrein uske chehre se hoti hui neeche jhukin—uske deep-cut neckline, collarbone, aur blouse ke tight curve par—aur phir slow motion mein wapas uski aankhon mein aayi.
“Ek bahut bada corporate portfolio project aa raha hai,” Raghavan ne seedhe point par aate hue kaha, unki tone mein ek senior boss ka authority tha. “Next week se start hoga. Client Singapore-based hai, heavy balance sheet hai. Main chahta hoon aap isme lead team member bano.”
Geeti ne apni professional, polished tone mein kaha, “Ji sir, thank you. Main bilkul ready hoon.”




Raghavan table par thoda aage jhuke. Unki aawaz thodi low aur private ho gayi, jaise cabin ke andar sirf wahi dono the.
“Is project mein late sittings bhi hongi, Geeti. Shaam ko 7-8 baje tak. Kabhi-kabhi poora office almost empty hoga... aalok aur baaki staff chale jayenge. Main aur aap... aur shayad ek-do aur log. Aapko late rukne mein koi problem toh nahi?”
Geeti ne unki gehri, laalchi aankhon mein dekha. Unki nazar mein sirf official banking work nahi tha. Ek aisi garmi aur physical attraction tha jo pichhle kuch hafton se slowly build ho raha tha. Raghavan us par apna authority use kar rahe the.
Geeti ne halka sa sar hilaya, uski aawaz mein ek subtle, professional acceptance tha. “Mujhe koi problem nahi hai, sir. Work comes first.”
Raghavan ke hothon par ek makkhar aur satisfied smile aa gayi. “Bahut achha. Toh aaj shaam ko 6:30 ke around mere cabin mein rukna. Detailed briefing karni hai... jab baaki sabhi branch wale nikal jayenge.”
Geeti ne “Ji sir” kaha aur apni chair se uthne lagi.
Jab woh darwaze ki taraf mud kar jaane lagi, Raghavan ne peeche se unhe roka.
“Geeti...”
Geeti ruki, aur mud kar dekha.
Raghavan ne uski peach chiffon saree, uske gora neck, aur uski patli kamar par ek lambi, hungry nazar daali.
“Aaj ki saree... color bahut soft hai. Aur aap par bahut suit kar raha hai.”
Geeti ne sirf ek sharmili aur icy smile ke saath kaha, “Thank you, sir,” aur cabin se bahar corridor mein aa gayi.
Corridor ke cool AC atmosphere mein aate hi usne ek gehri, bhari saans li. Uski chest fast-rate par move kar rahi thi.
Pehle ek young intern ne desk ke neeche paon dekh kar bathroom mein masturbate kiya...
Aur ab uske senior boss ne empty office mein late-sitting ke bahane use cabin mein akele rokne ka plan bana liya tha.
Geeti ne apne handbag mein rakha phone tight pakda. Usne socha—aaj ka din uski behayai aur life ke liye thoda zyada dangerous aur erotic ho raha hai.
Lekin jab woh apne desk ki taraf badhi, toh uske gulabi hothon par jo ek gehri, ghamandi aur behaya muskaan aayi thi, usne use chhupane ki koi koshish nahi ki.

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Shaam ke 6:25 ho rahe the.

Bank ke expansive hall par ab shaam ka gahra andhera aur thandak utar aayi thi. Main floor ki zyadatar tubelights off ho chuki thin, sirf glass cabins aur exit doors ke paas ki warm yellow focus lights jal rahi thin. Day-shift ke officers aur clerks apne bags pack karke nikal chuke the. Sannate mein sirf do-teen desks par bache hue staff ki keyboard ticking aur neeche lobby mein baithe security guard ke kadmon ki aawaz aa rahi thi.
Geeti ne apni revolving chair par baithe hue system shutdown kiya, audit spreadsheets ki printouts ek sleek leather file mein collect kiin, aur apne pallu ko waist chain par adjust karte hue Raghavan ke private executive cabin ki taraf chal di.
Uska dil uske deep-neck blouse ke andar asadharn tezi se dhadak raha tha. Aaj subah se lekar ab tak ka din ek toofan ki tarah guzra tha—Rohan ka desk ke neeche paon par nazrein tikana, uska ek payal pehenane ke bahane taanghon ko dekh kar bathroom jaakar masturbate karna, aur ab yeh empty office mein late-sitting briefing. Yeh sab milkar Geeti ke jism ko ek aisi extreme sensitivity par le aaye the jahan uski petticoat ke andar ki silk panty lagatar geeli ho rahi thi.
Usne cabin ke frosted glass door par apni gori, chikni ungliyon se do baar halki si knock ki.
Thok... thok.
“Aaiye, Geeti... door lock mat karna, bas halka sa latch par chhod do,” Raghavan ki gehri, bhari aawaz andar se aayi.
Geeti ne darwaza khola aur andar entry ki. Cabin ka mahaul dopahar ke muqable poori tarah badal chuka tha. Raghavan ne apna formal suit jacket aur tie bilkul hata kar leather sofa par phenk rakha tha. Unki white formal shirt ke top do buttons khule hue the, jisse unki chhati ke baal halki si jhalak de rahe the, aur sleeves elbows tak folded thin. Executive table par ek sleek laptop, do crystal glasses, aur corner mein ek single-malt scotch ki bottle rakhi thi—jo banking hours ke dauran pehle kabhi nahi dikhi thi.
“Baithiye,” Raghavan ne apni chair se khade hote hue kaha. Unki aawaz mein normal boss wali authority nahi, balki ek aisi alpha-male garmi thi jo seedhe skin ko hit karti thi.
Geeti unke saamne wali mahogany chair par baithi. Usne notice kiya ki cabin ka door poori tarah band nahi tha—halka sa half-inch ka gap tha. Corridor se abhi bhi ek-do staff members ki chappalon ki aawaz aur keyboard typing ki sound aa rahi thi. Iska matlab office abhi poori tarah khaali nahi hua tha. Kahi na kahi yeh darr aur thrill uske jism ko aur zyada sensitive bana raha tha.
Raghavan laptop ko ghumakar Geeti ki taraf karte hue bole, “Yeh Singapore portfolio project bahut high-stakes hai, Geeti. Isme numbers ke sath-sath emotional intelligence bhi chahiye.”
Woh apni chair se uthe aur slow-motion mein Geeti ke peeche aakar khade ho gaye. Laptop screen par figures dikhate hue woh itna paas aa gaye ki unke heavy masculine body ki garmi aur unke costly woody cologne ki smell Geeti ke hawas par chhane lagi.
“Yahan dekhiye...” Raghavan ne kaha, aur apna right hand Geeti ke left shoulder ke paas se nikaal kar laptop screen par point kiya.
Is movement mein unki shirt ki baazu aur unki garm, mardana wrist Geeti ke khule, chikne baalon aur gale ke soft skin se touch ho gayi.
Geeti ki saans ek second ke liye chest mein hi ataq gayi. Uski aakhon ke samne dhundlapan chhane laga.



Raghavan ne uski is reaction ko turant notice kiya, lekin apna haath peeche hatane ke bajaye thoda aur aage jhuke. Ab unka broad, heavy chest Geeti ki nangi peeth aur chiffon saree ke pallu se poori tarah press ho raha tha. Unki garm, bhari saansain Geeti kaan ke piche, uske neck-line par padne lagi thin.

“Is project ki wajeh se aapko mere sath bahut saara private time spend karna padega, Geeti... Late nights... Empty offices... aur shayad weekends par private sittings bhi. Tell me honestly, kya aap mere sath itna close kaam karne ke liye ready ho?”
Geeti ne screen ki taraf dekhne ka naatak karte hue apni nazrein neeche kiin. Uski aawaz ek makhnooni whisper mein badal gayi, “Main aapke har instruction ke liye tayyar hoon, sir... Aap bas order kijiye.”
Geeti ke is openly submissive aur flirty jawab ne Raghavan ke andar ke mard ko aur aag laga di. Unka right hand jo ab tak shoulder par halka sa tikka tha, ab sliding motion mein neeche aaya. Unki ungliyan Geeti ke deep-neck blouse ke border, uski exposed bare collarbone, aur gori neck par dheere-dheere ghumne lagi. Unka thumbs uske throat ke paas ki soft skin ko masalne laga.
“Aapki aaj ki yeh soft peach saree...” Raghavan ne unke kaan ke lobe par apne hoth almost touch karte hue phusphusaya, “bahut zyada distracting hai. Aur yeh jo kamar par silver waist chain pehni hai aapne... yeh kya mujhe pareshan karne ke liye pehni hai?”
Geeti ne ek gehri, bhari saans khinchi. Uski nipples uske padded black bra aur blouse ke fabric ke andar teer ki tarah hard ho chuki thin. Uski petticoat ke andar ek aisi aag machi ki usne chair par baithe hue apni taanghon ko ek doosre se aur tight press kar liya. Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki agar woh abhi ek jhatke mein khadi ho jaye ya strictly “Sir, please limit state mein rahiye” bol de, toh Raghavan peeche hat jayenge. Lekin Soham ki di hui behayai ki taaleem aur uske apne andar ke pyase jism ne use wahi rok kar rakha.
Usne apna sar thoda piche tilt kiya, unke bare chest par apna head rest karte hue sharmili aawaz mein bola, “Kamarbandh toh ladies pehenti hi hain sir... Lekin agar aapko distracting lag raha hai, toh main kal se utar doon?”
Raghavan ne ek gehri, ghurraahat bhari aawaz nikaali. “Don’t you dare... Yeh chain aapki is gori kamar par itni behaya lagti hai ki mera dimaag kaam karna band kar deta hai.”
Raghavan ka haath ab uske shoulder se neeche slip hote hue, uski patli waist chain par aa gaya. Unki mardana, garamdungliyan saree ke translucent fabric ke piche se Geeti ki gori, chikni kamar ki bare skin ko dabaney lagi. Woh silver chain unki ungliyon ke neeche press ho rahi thi.
“Sir...” Geeti ke mukh se ek dabi hui, behaya aah nikal gayi, lekin us aawaz mein koi resistance nahi tha, sirf ek open invitation tha.
Raghavan ne ab koi doori nahi rakhi. Unhone Geeti ko peeche se apni dono baahon ke ghere mein kas liya. Unka ek haath uski kamar par waist chain ko pakde hue tha aur doosra haath aage se aakar uske deep-neck blouse ke upar, uski chhati ke bilkul paas pressure banane laga. Unke hoth Geeti ke gaalon se ghisate hue uske gulabi hothon ke behad kareeb aa gaye.



Dono ki saansain aapas mein mix ho rahi thin. Raghavan ke hoth Geeti ke upper lip ko chhoone hi wale the, ek passion-filled deep kiss hone hi wali thi ki...

Tap... tap... tap...
Corridor se kisi ke heavy boots ki aawaz exact cabin ke darwaze ke paas aakar ruki.
“Good night, Raghavan sir! Main lockup check karke nikal raha hoon!” Senior clerk Aalok ki aawaz darwaze ke half-open gap se andar aayi.
Isse pehle ki Aalok ki nazar cabin ke andar jaye ya woh door push kare, Raghavan ne apne extreme reflex ka use kiya. Unhone Geeti ko apni baahon mein kas kar uthaya nahi, balki use turant chhod kar ek step peeche back-track kar gaye. Par unhone Geeti ke kandhe ko ek secondary support ki tarah pakde rakha taaki aisa lage ki woh sirf laptop screen par koi file point kar rahe hain.
Geeti ki chest fast speed par upar-neeche ho rahi thi, uske hoth open the, aur gaal tamatar ki tarah laal the.
Raghavan ne apni tone ko instant 180-degree change karke bilkul formal, strict managerial voice mein badla, “Yeah, Aalok! Good night. Glass doors lock kar dena aur guard ko keys handover kar do. Geeti ji aur main 10 minutes mein audit wrap up karke nikal rahe hain.”
“Okay sir, Good night Geeti ma’am!” Aalok ne corridor se hi kaha aur uske kadmon ki aawaz main lobby ki taraf badh gayi.
Cabin mein once again ek heavy, suffocating silence chha gayi.
Aalok ke jaate hi Raghavan ne ek gehri saans li, lekin is baar unhone Geeti ko fir se physical grab nahi kiya. Unke hothon par ek makkhar, victorious aur pyasi muskaan thi. Woh jaante the ki Geeti poori tarah se unke control mein aa chuki thi aur usne unke kisi bhi touch ka protest nahi kiya tha.
Raghavan ne Geeti ke laal ho chuke chehre, uske kaampte hue lower lip, aur uske hilti hui chhati par ek lambi, hungry nazar daali.
“I think hume is briefing ko yahan halt karna chahiye, Geeti...” Raghavan ne apni shirt ke top button ko ungli se sambhalte hue ek husky voice mein kaha. “Agar main do minute aur nahi ruka, toh main is cabin ke glass door ko lock karke aapko is executive table par hi litaye bina nahi chhod paunga.”
Geeti ka poora jism is statement se kaamp utha.
Raghavan thoda aage jhuke aur Geeti ke kaan mein phusphusaye, “Kal shaam ko exact 6:30 baje fir se mere cabin mein aana. Tab tak ke liye... control yourself. Baaki ki briefing hum kal yahin poori karenge.”
Geeti ne kaampte haathon se apni audit files ko apne chest se chipkaya. Uske paon itne weak aur unstable ho chuke the ki woh badi mushkil se khadi ho paayi. Usne sirf ek sharmili, wet, aur behaya nazar Raghavan ki laal aakhon par daali.
“Ji... ji sir. Kal shaam... 6:30 baje,” Geeti ne ek dabi hui tone mein bola.
Jab woh darwaze ke handle par haath rakh kar cabin se bahar nikalne lagi, Raghavan ne peeche se ek final shot mara.
“Geeti...”
Geeti ne darwaze ke paas ruk kar peeche dekha.
Raghavan unke paon mein pehni silver payal aur unki kamarbandh ki taraf dekhte hue bole, “Aapki payal ki chhan-chhan aur aapki yeh waist chain kal shaam ko mere cabin mein rehni chahiye. Don’t forget.”
Geeti ne koi jawab nahi diya. Sirf apne gulabi hothon ko daanton tale dabaya, ek halki si sharmili smile di, aur cabin se bahar corridor mein nikal aayi.
Corridor ke cool AC mein aate hi Geeti ne diwar ke cold surface se apni peeth tek di. Uski taangein itni zyada kaamp rahi thin ki use laga woh wahi floor par baith jayegi. Uski silk panty poori tarah se uski wetness se soak ho chuki thi.
Woh diwar se tiki hui gehri saansain leti rahi.
Woh achhi tarah samajh chuki thi.
Raghavan ab use koi escape route nahi dene wale the. Woh ek predator ki tarah use time de rahe the, use tarasa rahe the.
Lekin jaldi hi... shayad kal shaam ko hi... woh use is empty office ke executive cabin mein poori tarah se reclaim kar lenge.
Aur sabse ajeeb aur khaufnak baat yeh thi ki Geeti ke andar is khayal se koi darr nahi tha—balki ek behaya, dark, aur extreme sexual excitement ka toofan mach raha tha jo use Soham ki ek perfect, unstoppable hotwife bana raha tha.

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Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Ek lambe break ke baad next chapter live hai. Please ek minute nikal kar comment karke apna feedback zaroor dena. Aapke comments hi mujhe aage likhne ka motivation dete hain, toh agar engagement kam raha toh story aage continue nahi ho payegi. Thank you for all the support!

[Joker44]

Geeti jab ghar ke main mahogany door se andar ghusi, toh lobby aur living room ki lights bohut dim thin. Sirf ceiling par ek chhota sa warm night bulb jal raha tha, jisse poore hall mein ek mysterious shadow bani hui thi. Usne ek-ek karke apni high heels utaari aur unhe wooden rack par side mein rakho. Uski aakhon ne sabse pehle entrance console bar par Soham ke leather shoes aur car ki keys dhoondhi—par woh jagah poori tarah khali thi.

Aaj Soham ghar par nahi tha.
Geeti ke mukh se ek gehri, garam saans nikli. Use samajh nahi aaya ki yeh ek tarah ka relief tha ya Soham ke physical presence ki kami ka ehsaas. Usne apna heavy handbag sofa par phenka aur slow steps ke sath living room ki taraf badhi.
Hall ke corner mein L-shaped plush sofa par uski younger sister-in-law, Amrita baithi hui thi. Laptop uski godi mein tha, aur surrounding tables par political science ki thick reference books aur notebooks khuli hui thin. Uski messy hair bun mein ek wooden pencil atki hui thi. Jab Geeti ke payal ki halki chhan-chhan ki sound aayi, toh Amrita ne laptop screen se nazrein utha kar ek warm, innocent muskaan di.
“Aaj toh bohut late ho gayi didi,” Amrita ne books ko thoda side karte hue kaha. “Office mein kuch zyada hi workload tha kya aaj?”
Geeti ne ek bohut hi graceful aur normal professional smile di, jaise aaj ka din bilkul ordinary bank routine jaisa raha ho. “Haan re... project audits chal rahe hain aur Raghavan sir ne naya international corporate account assign kiya hai. Pura din files mein hi nikal gaya.”
Amrita ne laptop screen fold karke band ki aur ek gehri yawn li. “Chalo achha hua aap aa gayi. Main bhi padh-padh ke thak gayi hoon. Ek-ek cup adrak wali chai banate hain?”
Dono kitchen ki taraf badh gayi.
Geeti ne gas stove on kiya, stainless steel pan mein doodh aur paani ka ratio daala. Amrita glass shelf se ceramic cups nikaalne lagi. Bahar se dekhne par yeh ek bilkul normal, domestic household routine tha—do auras kitchen mein chai bana rahi thin. Lekin Geeti ke saree aur petticoat ke andar jo chal raha tha, woh is normal environment se hazaaron miles door tha.
Subah se lekar abhi tak jo kuch bhi hua tha, woh uske jism ke andar ek continuous high-voltage sexual current ki tarah daud raha tha.
Arjun ke woh hungry, dirty WhatsApp audio notes...
Rohan ka desk ke neeche uski taanghon ko dekhte hue pante hona aur phir bathroom jaakar masturbate karna...
Raghavan ka late-sitting ke bahane executive cabin mein uski waist chain ko pakad kar peeche se chipakna...
Aur Instagram story par hazaron perverted laondon ke aane wale continuous likes aur dirty DMs...
Yeh saare incidents uske lower abdomen aur thighs ke beech ek heavy, throbbing pressure banaye hue the. Saree ke neeche silk petticoat aur uski lacey black panty pehle se hi uski apni natural wetness se soak ho chuki thi. Jab bhi woh chai ke pan ko hilane ke liye move karti, fabric uski sensitive, overheated skin se chipak kar use continuously uski behayai ki yaad dilata.
Amrita spoon se adrak ko crush karte hue bol rahi thi, “Didi, mera semester exam next month hai. Indian Polity aur International Relations ka syllabus itna baaki hai ki dimaag phat raha hai...”
Geeti bas “Hmm... Haan... Bilkul ho jayega” karti rahi. Ek-do baar usne forcingly smile bhi kiya. Lekin uski gehri, kaajli aankhein baar-baar blank ho jaati thin.
Woh dil hi dil mein soch rahi thi—'Agar is innocent Amrita ko zara sa bhi pata chal jaye ki uski yeh sanskari, bank manager didi abhi kuch ghante pehle apne ek 22-year-old intern ko desk ke neeche paon par jhuka kar aag lagakar aayi hai... Ya yeh ki uska senior manager cabin mein uske hothon ke paas apni saansain chhod raha tha... toh iska kya reaction hoga?'
Pan mein doodh ke ubalne ki aawaz aur uski bhaap ne Geeti ko sudden real world mein wapas laaya. Usne gas flame dim ki.
Amrita ne chai ko cups mein strainer se chaante hue pucha, “Aaj Soham bhaiya itne late kyun hain? Unka toh 8 baje tak aane ka timing tha na?”
“Unka ek Singapore client ke saath dinner meeting tha,” Geeti ne bina kisi hesitate ke ek convincing jhoot bol diya. Asli baat yeh thi ki Soham ne shaam ko hi use message karke subtle instructions de diye the ki woh aaj raat jaan-boojh kar late aayega. Soham chahta tha ki Geeti din bhar ke public exposure, Raghavan ke touches, aur Rohan ke perverted acts ke excitement ke saath ghar par akele baith kar tadpe aur apni wetness ko fully feel kare.
Dono ceramic cups utha kar living room ke sofa par aa baithin. Amrita apne exam tension aur syllabus ke baare mein lagatar bolti rahi. Geeti uski baatein sunne ka naatak kar rahi thi, lekin uska left hand baar-baar uski peach chiffon saree ke upar se uski gori thigh par chala jaata. Kabhi fabric ko halka sa press karti, toh kabhi bas ungliyon se tracing karti.
Ek moment par toh Geeti ne apni aankhein band karke apni saans rok li, kyunki uske dimaag mein Raghavan ki un mardana ungliyon ka touch aur unke heavy chest ki garmi fir se play hone lagi thi.
Amrita ne achanak apni cup table par rakhi aur gaur se Geeti ke laal ho chuke chehre ko dekha. “Didi, aap theek ho na? Aapka chehra bohut flushed lag raha hai aur aap thodi distracted ho aaj.”
Geeti ne turant apne face par ek normal, tired look laya. “Haan re... bas headache ho raha hai thoda. Office project ka sudden workload aur late sitting ki wajeh se exhaustion hai.”
Amrita ne sympathetically smile kiya. “Oh, phir aap jaldi change karke so jaao. Main bhi yeh chapter complete karke apne room mein chali jaati hoon.”
Thodi der baad Amrita apna laptop aur notebooks samet kar apne guest bedroom mein chali gayi aur darwaza andar se lock hone ki halki *click* sound aayi.
Amrita ke room mein jaate hi poore hall aur lobby mein ek heavy, suffocating silence phail gayi.
Geeti sofa par akeli baithi rahi.
Usne aahista se apni dono taanghon ko thoda spread kiya. Peach saree ki bottom pleats aur petticoat ka neeche wala edge thoda upar uth gaya. Usne apni gori ungliyon se apni inner thigh ke bare skin ko touch kiya—skin aag ki tarah garam thi aur panty ka area bilkul damp ho chuka tha.
Usne handbag se apna encrypted phone nikaala.
Arjun ke messages, Instagram ke naye notifications, aur Soham ki shared Drive link screen par blink kar rahe the.
Geeti ne ek gehri, pyasi saans khinchi aur aaspas ke sannate ko dekha.
Aaj raat Soham ghar par nahi tha.
Amrita apne room mein locked thi.
Aur woh khud... ek extreme, uncontrollable sexual arousal ke peak par khadi thi.
Usne apne master bedroom ke dark passage ki taraf dekha, jahan dressing mirror aur uska king-size bed uska wait kar rahe the. Uski saansain tezz ho chuki thin, aur woh jaanti thi ki aaj ki raat bina apne jism ko santusht kiye khatam nahi hone wali thi.




Geeti sofa se uthi aur dheere-dheere apne master bedroom ki taraf badhi.

Har kadam ke saath uski gori thighs ke beech ki garmi thodi aur badh rahi thi. Hallway se guzarte hue usne dekha ki Amrita ke room ke door ke neeche se light aa rahi thi aur keyboard ki halki si clicking sound sunai de rahi thi—woh apni padhai mein busy thi. Ghar ka baaki hissa bilkul shant aur andhere mein dooba hua tha.
Bedroom mein enter karte hi usne piche se door push kiya aur lock ko turn kar diya.
Click.
Us metallic click ki aawaz ne hi Geeti ke dil ki dhadkan ko tezz kar diya. Door lock hone ka matlab tha ki ab woh is room ke andar poori tarah se azaad thi—apni behayai aur apni pyas ke saath.
Geeti ne dressing table ke bade oval mirror ke saamne khade hokar khud ko dekha. Usne peach chiffon saree pehle hi sofa par utaar kar phenk di thi. Ab uske jism par sirf ek sleeveless, tight black crop top tha—jo uske bhari, ras-bhare breasts ko upar ki taraf push karke ek deep cleavage line bana raha tha—aur neeche uska soft grey silk petticoat, jo uski patli kamar aur silver waist chain par teka hua tha. Uski payal ki chhan-chhan is shant kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Baal thode bikhre hue the, aur chehre par din bhar ke public exposure aur tension ke saath-saath ek aisa laalima rang tha jo sirf tab aata hai jab kisi aurat ke andar kaamna ka toofan ubal raha ho.
Usne apne handbag se encrypted phone nikaala.
Sabse pehle WhatsApp khola. Soham ka last message flickering screen par chamak raha tha:

Soham: Client call lambi chalegi, thoda late ho jaunga. Tum mera wait mat karna... aaram se rehna aur distraction enjoy karna.

Geeti ne screen ko ghoorte hue gehri saans li. Woh achhi tarah samajh gayi—Soham ne jaan-boojh kar use aaj raat is aag mein akela chhoda tha. Woh chahta tha ki Geeti apne andar ke is behaya jaanwar ko bahar nikaale.
Phir usne Instagram app open kiya.
Uska secret account—@DesiHotwife_G.
Followers 4,187 cross kar chuke the. Notifications tab par red dot phatne ko tha.
Usne profile layout par click kiya. Hazaaron anonymous mardon ke DMs, compliments, aur dirty fantasies se inbox bhara pada tha.
Geeti bed ke soft mattress par baith gayi, phone ko dono kaampte haathon mein pakde hue. Uski silk panty uski apni wetness se poori tarah chipak chuki thi. Uske dimaag mein ek khayal baar-baar chal raha tha:
'Aaj Soham ghar par nahi hai... Amrita apne room mein locked hai... Aur main itni zyada horny hoon ki shaanti se baith nahi pa rahi...'
Usne pehle socha ki hamesha ki tarah bas solo touching karke, Soham ke bheje hue audio notes sunkar so jaye. Lekin uske andar ka naya aurat-roop, jo pichhle kuch dino se mardon ki tharki nazron se feed ho raha tha, ab bas itne se satisfied hone ko tayyar nahi tha. Use kuch aur chahiye tha. Ek extreme level ka nasha.
Live Stream.
Sirf ek baar.
Face bilkul nahi dikhana.
Sirf body curves.
Sirf utna hi exposure jitna woh khud control kar sake.
Geeti turant uthi aur cupboard se ek bada, sheer black silk scarf nikaala. Usne mirror ke saamne khade hokar scarf se apne face ke lower half ko tightly wrap kar liya—uski naak, gulabi hoth, aur chin poori tarah cover ho gaye. Sirf uski gehri, kaajli aankhein, maatha aur bindi dikh rahi thin. Baal usne ek messy, high bun mein tie kar liye taaki koi facial identity na rahe.
Phir usne bedroom ki main ceiling lights off kar diin aur bed ke side-table par rakha dim yellow amber lamp on kar diya. Dim, warm lighting mein uska gora jism aur black top ka contrast behad sensual aur dangerous dikh raha tha.
Woh king-size bed ke edge par baith gayi. Phone ko front dresser mirror par angle karke aisi jagah set kiya taaki frame mein uska face kam aur uski bare collarbone, deep cleavage, waist chain, aur petticoat ka curve zyada aaye. Crop top ka neckline pehle se hi kaafi deep tha. Usne apne petticoat ka dori/naada halka sa loose kar diya taaki uski silver waist chain bare skin par chamak sake.



Geeti ke chest ke andar uska dil kisi drum ki tarah pit raha tha.

Usne last time screen par flickering "Go Live" tab ko dekha—
'Geeti, agar yeh galat hai toh tu abhi ruk sakti hai... abhi bhi waqt hai...'
Lekin uske kaampte, behaya anguthe ne dimaag ki baat sunne se inkaar kar diya.
Usne "Start Live" button par click kar diya.
Ek second ke liye screen poori tarah black rahi.
Phir bright neon fonts mein likha aaya:
@DesiHotwife_G is live now
Geeti ki saansain ek micro-second ke liye gale mein hi ataq gayi.
Viewer count zero se start hua... 40… 90… 160… 350…
Numbers itni tezi se jump kar rahe the ki screen blur hone lagi.
Geeti ne abhi tak screen par kuch nahi bola tha, na hi koi movement ki thi. Woh bas wahan dim light mein baithi apni gehri saansain le rahi thi, jisse uski chhati upar-neeche ho rahi thi.
Lekin comments section mein toofan aa chuka tha.

@mumbai_beast: FUCKKKKK!! She is actually LIVE!!
@karan_bkc: Holy shit, the corporate queen is live on bed!
@tharki_insan: Show those soft breasts ma'am... open the crop top!
@anonymous_lover: Aapki waist chain dekh ke mera lund phat raha hai... Please move a bit!

Geeti ne dim yellow light mein camera lens ki taraf dekha.
Uske andar darr, sharm, aur ek extreme, uncontrollable sexual thrill ka aisa blast hua ki uske pooray jism par goosebumps aa gaye.
Aaj raat... woh ghar par akeli thi.
Amrita baahar thi, Soham late tha, aur hazaron anjaan mard use screen par live ghoor rahe the.
Aur usne final decision le liya tha ki aaj raat woh boundary ke us paar jaayegi.




Screen par jaise hi @DesiHotwife_G is live now ka bright neon marker active hua, Geeti ki chest ke andar ki saans ek micro-second ke liye gale mein hi ruk gayi.

Dim yellow amber light mein viewers ka digit meter kisi stopwatch ki tarah bhagne laga.
28… 67… 140… 210… 450…
Pehle 30 seconds ke andar hi 500 se zyada online perverts uski stream par aakar chipak chuke the. Phir aag ki tarah numbers udne lage — 800… 1,200… 1,800+.
Comments ki frequency aur speed itni extreme thi ki phone screen par bottom-to-top texts ka ek toofan sa aa gaya tha. Hazaaron anjaan mard uske ghar, uske bed, aur uske jism ki private boundary mein digital entry kar chuke the.

@mumbai_hunter88: FUCKKKK! She is actually LIVE on bed!!
@bkc_corporate_guy: Face covered with silk scarf? So sexy! Bas body dikhao ma’am!
@desi_tharki_king: Black crop top mein cleavage kya lag raha hai... Fuck!
@night_rider_bom: Show us what you are hiding under that top baby...
@saree_lover_69: Aapki waist chain aur bare shoulders dekh ke lund phat raha hai... Please move a bit!

Geeti ne kaampte haathon se phone ka angle thoda aur adjust kiya. Strategic positioning aisi rakhi ki sheer black scarf ki wajah se uska face completely conceal rahe, lekin uski bare collarbone, deep cleavage line, aur silver waist chain camera frame ke bilkul center mein chamke.
Woh pehle kuch nahi boli, na hi koi body movement ki. Sirf bed par baithi rahi. Silk scarf ke peeche se uski saansain itni bhari aur tezz chal rahi thin ki uski chhati ka upar-neeche hona screen par crystal-clear visual capture de raha tha.
Lekin viewers aur comments ka pressure rukne ka naam nahi le raha tha.

“Move a little ma’am…”
“Slide that strap down…”
“Show us more cleavage…”

Geeti ke dono gaal face scarf ke andar aag ki tarah garam ho chuke the. Uske jism mein darr, public exposure, aur extreme arousal ka aisa cocktail ghul chuka tha ki uski petticoat ke andar ki panty wetness se poori tarah drenched ho chuki thi.
Usne dheere se apna left hand uthaya aur kaampthi ungliyon se black crop top ke thin shoulder strap ko pakda. Ek second ke liye usne apni aakhon ko band karke deep breath li… aur phir us strap ko dheere se apne gora, chikne shoulder se neeche slide kar diya.
Uska nanga shoulder aur bare arm frame mein aa gaye.




Live comments section almost explode ho gaya. Viewers count ek jhatke mein 2,300 cross kar gaya.

@karan_bkc: FUUUUCKKKK! That soft skin!!
@anonymous_dad: Slide the top down ma’am... please!
@tharki_insan: You are drive us crazy... doosra strap bhi hatao!

Geeti ke heartbeats uske ears mein goonj rahe thin. Usne screen par aane wale continuous stream of perverted texts ko padhte hue feel kiya ki uske nipples black crop top ke tight fabric ke andar teer ki tarah hard ho chuke the, jinki dark outline kapde ke upar saaf dikhne lagi thi.
Usne dimaag mein socha—'Bas, Geeti... itna exposure kaafi hai live ke liye.'
Lekin uske behaya ho chuke jism aur kaampte haathon ne dimaag ke saare controls ko side-line kar diya.
Usne slow-motion mein apne dono haath aage kiye aur crop top ke bottom edge ko pakda. Camera lens ki taraf apni gehri, kaajli aankhon se dekhte hue, usne top ko slowly upar ki taraf khiskaana shuru kiya.
Pehle uski gori, chikni upper ribs aur tight stomach exposed hua...
Phir deep underboob curve...
Aur jab usne top ko apne breasts ke bilkul bottom boundary tak lift kar diya, toh uski heavy, soft cleavage aur aadha naked chest soft yellow lamp light mein poori tarah flash hone laga. Bra nahi pehni hui thi. Sirf uske jism ka natural, ras-bhara shape aur gora texture screen par chamak raha tha.
Live viewers counter usi second jump karke 3,100+ ke paar nikal gaya.
Comments box ab out of control madness mein badal chuka tha:

@mumbai_hunter88: NO BRA?? HOLY SHIT SHE IS NUDE UNDERNEATH!
@desi_tharki_king: Those heavy, soft breasts... I want to bury my face in them right now!
@night_rider_bom: Lift it more baby! Open it completely!!
@saree_lover_69: I am stroking so hard right now looking at your cleavage...
@bkc_corporate_guy: You are the ultimate corporate hotwife... Please touch them!

Geeti ne top ko wahi hold karke rakha. Uski saansain scarf ke andar itni fast chal rahi thin ki uski bare chest ki movement screen par extreme sexual tension create kar rahi thi.
Uske andar ek aisi behayai ka nasha chadh raha tha jo usne life mein pehle kabhi feel nahi kiya tha.
Hazaaron unknown mard uske private bedroom mein... uske nange body curves ko dekh rahe the...
Uske gora jism ke baare mein gandi, behaya fantasies type kar rahe the...
Aur sabse dangerous baat—woh is public humiliation aur obsession ko poore jism se enjoy kar rahi thi.
Tabhi screen par ek highlighted comment float hua:

@tharki_insan: Touch yourself on camera ma'am... show us how wet you are...

Geeti ki ungliyan top ke fabric par kaampne lagiin.
Woh abhi tak sirf apna jism display kar rahi thi... lekin screen ke doosri taraf se aane wali is hazaaron mardon ki tharak ne uske jism mein aisi aag laga di thi ki uski thighs ke beech ka part ab unbearable level par demand kar raha tha.



Geeti ne apne black crop top ko abhi bhi upar uthaaye rakha tha. Uski bhari, soft breasts room ke dim amber light mein har tezz saans ke saath rise aur fall kar rahi thin. Live stream ke comments ki speed ab itni extreme ho chuki thi ki screen par texts blur dikh rahe the, par phir bhi kuch perverted comments uski aankhon ke bilkul saamne highlighted float ho rahe the:

@tharki_insan: Hand andar daalo… petticoat ke andar. Please.
@bkc_corporate_guy: Touch yourself for us hot wife... show us how dirty you are!
@desi_tharki_king: We want to see your body reacting live... finger yourself!

Geeti ki saans ek micro-second ke liye gale mein hi ruk gayi. Uski chhati ka upar-neeche hona aur tezz ho gaya. Uskay dimaag mein din bhar ke saare gande scenes ek saath flash karne lage—
Arjun ka audio note aur uski hungry ungliyan...
Rohan ka table ke neeche pante hona aur bathroom jaakar stroke karna...
Raghavan ke mardana haath ka uski waist chain par dabav...
Aur ab yeh 4,000 se zyada online mard jo uske room ke andar use live dekh rahe the.
Usne kaampte hue apna right hand top se hataaya. Crop top ka ek hissa lower breast par tika raha, lekin uski deep, bare cleavage camera frame mein waisi hi exposed rahi. Phir usne apna right hand neeche le jaakar grey silk petticoat ke naade ke paas rakha.
Usne ek second ke liye screen par aate comments ko dekha... aur phir apni gori ungliyon ko petticoat ke andar ghusaa diya.
Screen par clearly visible tha ki uska pura haath silk fabric ke neeche vanish ho gaya hai. Petticoat ke soft kapde ke upar se uski ungliyon ki dynamic, rhythmic movement aur speed saaf nazar aa rahi thi.
Live chat section mein jaise ek uncontrollable blast ho gaya:

@mumbai_hunter88: HOLY FUCKKK!! SHE PUT HER HAND INSIDE!!
@karan_bkc: Her hand is literally inside her petticoat on LIVE!!
@night_rider_bom: Finger yourself baby... don't stop!!
@anonymous_dad: This is the hottest, dirtiest thing I've ever seen...

Viewers ka digit counter aag ki tarah badhne laga—3,800… 4,300… 4,900+.
Geeti ki do ungliyan ab uski silk black panty ke wet lacey boundary ko cross karke uski geeli folds tak pahunch chuki thin. Woh subah se hi aroused aur wet thi, lekin ab jab usne khud ki ungliyon se us extreme moisture ko touch kiya, toh use feel hua ki uski skin kitni aag ki tarah tap rahi hai. Uski ungliyan natural slickness ki wajeh se bina kisi resistance ke andar slide ho gayi.
Usne petticoat ke andar circular motion mein stroke karna shuru kiya.
Sheer black scarf ke neeche uske gulabi hoth khul gaye. Uski tezz, garm saansain phone ke sensitive microphone tak ja rahi thin. Har circular stroke par uske mukh se ek dabi hui, kaampi hui behaya aah nikal jaati thi jo live stream par poori tarah clear sunai de rahi thi.

@desi_tharki_king: She’s moaning... listen to those soft moans!!
@bkc_corporate_guy: Go faster ma'am... put two fingers inside!
@saree_lover_69: You are so wet we can hear the wet sounds through the mic!

Geeti ne apni aakhon ko tight band kar liya. Uska left hand ab bhi crop top ko breast line ke upar fold karke pakde hue tha taaki bare cleavage aur chest ka view chhutne na paaye. Right hand petticoat ke andar continuously aur tezi se move kar raha tha. Uski gori thighs bed par dheere-dheere spread hone lagiin. Petticoat ka bottom edge thoda upar uth gaya tha—kuch nude dikh nahi raha tha, par uske haath ki continuous, aggressive internal movement aur body ke jhatke sab kuch bayaan kar rahe the.
Woh khud ko aur deeply touch karne lagi. Ungliyan ab rhythmically andar-baahar ho rahi thin. Uski waist chain har stroke par skin se ghisat kar chamak rahi thi, aur uski hips camera ke lenses ke against soft jhatke le rahi thin.
Live feed ka comment box ab ek hi cheez se bhara hua tha:

“She’s fingering herself live for 5k men!!”
“I am stroking my cock so hard right now...”
“Cum for us corporate hotwife!!”
“Please don’t end the stream... cum live!”

Geeti ki saans ab poori tarah out of control ho chuki thi. Scarf ke neeche uska forehead aur cheekbones paseene se wet ho chuke the. Uski eyebrows tight thin, aakhein band thin, aur uska poora jism, dimaag aur soul sirf us intense, unbearable sensation par locked the jo uski apni ungliyon se uske jism mein phail raha tha.
Woh achhi tarah jaanti thi ki uski boundary tut chuki thi aur uska climax bas kuch seconds ki doori par tha.




Geeti ki aankhein ab bilkul tight band thin.

Black silk scarf ke neeche uska chehra aag ki tarah garam tha, maathe par pasine ke drop chamak rahe the, aur uski saansein itni bhaari aur tezz ho chuki thin ki phone ka sensitive microphone unhe detail mein pick kar raha tha. Uska right haath grey silk petticoat ke andar extreme speed se move kar raha tha. Do ungliyan ab gehraai tak slide kar rahi thin, aur uski hatheli uske swollen, overheated clit par continuous, aggressive pressure de rahi thi.
Live viewer counter 5,200+ ke paar nikal chuka tha.
Comments ki screen ab out of control vertical speed mein chal rahi thi:

@mumbai_hunter88: SHE IS ABOUT TO CUM LIVE!! FUCKKKK!
@bkc_corporate_guy: Don’t stop ma’am... cum for us!!
@desi_tharki_king: Look at her chest moving... she’s so fucking close!
@saree_lover_69: I can hear the wet squishy sounds through the mic!!
@night_rider_bom: Name your price hotwife... please cum on stream!!

Geeti ke dimaag mein saari public boundary aur sharm ek saath dhundli ho gayi thi. Uske jism ke andar din bhar ka har ek perverted incident ek saath explosive climax bankar ubal raha tha—
Arjun ke audio notes aur uski dirty demand...
Rohan ka bathroom se sweaty chehra aur desk ke neeche uski taanghon par uski nazrein...
Raghavan ka executive cabin mein uski waist chain ko pakad kar peeche se press karna...
Aur ab yeh 5,000 se zyada anonymous mard jo uske bedroom ke andar use live orgasm lete hue dekh rahe the, uske soft moans sun rahe the, aur uske petticoat ke andar haath ki movement dekh rahe the.
Usne ungliyon ki speed aur stroke pressure ko peak par pahuncha diya.
Silk petticoat ka front fabric ab uski internal wetness aur hand movement ki wajeh se visibly damp aur wrinkled ho chuka tha. Soft fabric uski inner thighs se chipak raha tha, aur uski silver waist chain bare skin par tezz rhythm mein ghisat rahi thi. Uski hips bed par camera lens ke against lift ho rahi thin. Left haath se woh ab bhi apna black crop top upar hold kiye hue thi taaki uski bare cleavage aur swollen breasts ki tezz movement clear frame mein bane rahe.
Ek gehra, kaampata hua, behaya moan uske scarf ke andar se phat kar nikla.
“Ahhh… ff— ahh…”
Uske legs ke toes tight ho gaye. Petticoat ke andar uski gori thighs tremor karne lagiin. Uska lower abdomen andar ki taraf tightly pull ho gaya.
Awaaz silk scarf ke fabric ko pierce karti hui live feed par clearly goonj gayi.
Geeti ne apni ungliyon ko bilkul gehraai tak push kiya aur hatheli ko tight press kiya—aur usi micro-second mein uska pura jism ek extreme sexual wave mein tremor kar utha. Climax itni violent speed se aaya ki usne apna poora control khoss diya. Uski lower back bed par arch hui, petticoat ke andar uska haath rapidly shake karne laga, aur uski saans ek lambe, broken moan sound mein nikal gayi.
Live stream par uski kaampi hui, ras-bhari moans aur tezz pante hone ki aawaz clear broadcasting mein chal rahi thi.
Kai seconds tak woh bed par bilkul lifeless, kaampi hui position mein leti rahi.
Phir dheere se usne apni gehri aankhein kholi.
Phone screen ab bhi live thi. Viewer counter 5,800+ hit kar chuka tha. Comments section paagalon ki tarah flashing text se bhara hua tha. Lekin Geeti mein ab un dirty messages ko padhne ki himmat nahi bachi thi.
Usne kaampte, geele haath ko petticoat se bahar nikaala aur phone ko grip karke screen par red End Live button par tap kar diya.
Screen turant black ho gayi.




Geeti ne encrypted phone ko side mattress par fenk diya aur back ke bal bed par let gayi.

Uska pura jism ab bhi halka-halka kaamp raha tha. Uski inner thighs ke paas silk petticoat aur lacey panty poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Uski ungliyan uski apni natural stickiness se drenched thin. Usne kaampte haathon se silk scarf ki knot kholi, usse face se alag kiya, aur ek gehri, lambi saans khinchi.
Dim yellow lamp light mein ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue woh chup-chaap leti rahi. Kamre mein sirf uski tezz saansain aur payal ki halki movement ki sound thi.
Side mein rakha phone continuous vibrate kar raha tha.
Notification ke baad notification light blink kar rahi thi.
Geeti ne thodi der baad ek gehri saans li aur kaampte haath se phone utha kar live stream ke summary analytics aur inbox ko dekha:

• Peak Viewers: 6,142
  
• New Comments: 2,100+
  
• New Direct Messages: 470+
  

Inbox ke top messages highlight ho rahe the:

@bkc_corporate_guy: I will pay 20k for a private 10-minute video call right now!
@mumbai_hunter88: Name your price ma’am... show full nude next time!
@desi_tharki_king: You are addictive as fuck... my cock is still hard thinking about your moans.
@anonymous_dad: Please go live again tomorrow at the same time...

Geeti ne phone ki screen off ki aur tight dark room mein apni aakhne band kar liin.
Uske hothon par ek halki, thakii hui, lekin behad satisfied aur dirty smile aagayi.
Aaj raat usne pehli baar thousands of complete strangers ke saamne khud ko climax tak pahunchaya tha.
Aur woh saare mard uske jism ke liye paagal ho chuke the.

[Joker44]

Geeti ki jab aakhne khuli toh master bedroom mein subah ki halki, sunheri roshni curtains ke edges se chhan kar aa rahi thi. Uskar pura jism kal raat ke extreme 6,000-viewer live stream aur violent orgasm ke baad thaka hua, relaxed, lekin ajeeb se garmi se bhara hua tha. Usne kal raat ko hi apna wet silk petticoat badal liya tha, par uski inner thighs ke beech aur skin ke har pore par kal raat ke public exposure ki behaya feeling chipki hui thi.
Side table par uska encrypted phone silent mode par continuous vibrate hone laga.
Geeti ne aahista se apna gora haath badhaya aur phone screen illuminate hui. Screen par Arjun ka naam blink kar raha tha. Koi text message nahi tha, balki ek audio file ka red waveform marker tha—exact 2 minutes 14 seconds ka voice note.
Geeti ne chest par sheet thodi aur pull ki aur bedroom door ki taraf dekha, jo poori tarah closed tha. Hallway mein Amrita ke room se abhi tak koi movement nahi thi. Soham raat bhar late btc client meeting ki wajeh se abhi tak ghar wapas nahi aaya tha, ya shayad dusre guest room mein so raha tha—Geeti ne check karne ki zahmat nahi uthai.
Usne screen par play button press kiya.
Pehle teen seconds tak sirf ajeeb sa room ambience aur heavy breathing ki sound aayi. Phir Arjun ki ras-bhari, deep aur thodi rough mardana aawaz earphone aur speaker ki border-line par goonj uthi.
“Geeti… I listened to your live stream last night.”
Geeti ke paon ki ungliyan bed sheet par jhatke se tight ho gayi.
“I know it was you. The way you breathe... the way you moan when you’re close to cumming. I recognized it instantly from that pub booth.”
Geeti ne jhat se volume key press karke thoda kam kiya, lekin phone ko apne kaan se bilkul chipka kar rakha. Uski saansain fir se tezz hone lagi thin.
“I stroked my cock the entire time you had your hand inside that silk petticoat. I came hard right when you came on stream... and I’m still not done with you.”
Voice note mein ek chhota sa intense pause aaya, jahan Arjun ke breath ka heavy puff sunai diya.
“Next time I don’t want your fingers inside you, Geeti. I want my mouth on your wet folds. I want you lying on my bed, your saree pulled up, and I want to taste that exact wetness I felt on my fingers that night. I want to hear you scream my name when you finish... Not into a phone mic, but directly into my mouth.”
Voice note complete hua aur display light dim ho gayi.



Geeti phone ko apni nangi collarbone aur bare breasts ke beech chipkaaye leti rahi. Uski lacey panty kal raat ki tarah fir se uski internal moisture se geeli hone lagi thi. Usne kaampte anguthe se WhatsApp reply box khola, kuch dirty text type kiya, backspace dakar delete kiya, aur fir se type karne lagi.
Tabhi bedroom ka door bina aawaz ke dheere se khula aur Soham andar enter hua.
Uske haath mein apna office leather bag tha. Raat bhar client dinner aur driving ke baad bhi uski aankhein completely awake aur sharp thin. Usne Geeti ko bed par nangi shoulders ke saath phone ko seene se dabaye hue dekha aur room ki aag ko turant samajh gaya.
“Kiska voice note sun rahi ho subah-subah?” Soham ne bilkul calm voice mein poocha.
Geeti ne turant phone ka face neeche bed par ulta kar diya. “Arjun ka audio aaya hai.”
Soham ne bag sofa par rakha, shoes unlace karke utaare, aur bed ke edge par Geeti ke bilkul paas aa kar baith gaya. Usne apna haath aage badhaya aur Geeti ki aakhon mein dekha.
“Mujhe bhi sunna hai.”
Geeti ne chupchaap phone Soham ke haath mein pakda diya. Soham ne voice note play kiya aur pure 2 minute 14 second tak bilkul chupchaap suna. Doosri baar sunte waqt uske hothon par ek bohut hi dark aur wicked smile aa gayi.
“Bohut hi intense aur dirty bolta hai yeh laonda,” Soham ne Geeti ke gore gaal par ungli se trace karte hue kaha. “Especially that last line about his mouth on you.”
Soham ne phone ko room ke Bluetooth speaker se pair kiya. Volume ko exact medium level par set kiya—itna ki room ki walls mein Arjun ki rough aawaz reverberate kare, lekin bahar Amrita ke room tak sound wave na jaye.
Usne loop option toggle karke Play press kar diya.
Arjun ki aawaz bedroom ke corner-corner mein phailne lagi:
“…I want to taste that exact wetness I felt on my fingers that night…”
Soham ne bed ke side se kal raat wala sheer black scarf uthaya, lekin is baar usne Geeti ka face cover nahi kiya. Usne Geeti ke dono wrists ko pakda aur headboard ke wooden rod se ek soft silk dupatta ke sath bandh diya. Constraint tight nahi tha—bas itna ki Geeti apne haathon ko apni thighs ya clit tak le ja kar masturbate na kar sake.
“Aaj tu sirf sunegi,” Soham ne Geeti ke overheated earlobe par apne hoth rakhte hue kaha. “Aur main decide karunga ki tu kab touch hogi aur kab tadpegi.”



Voice note loop par doosri baar start hua:

“…I stroked my cock the entire time you had your hand inside that petticoat…”
Soham ne Geeti ka black crop top upar ki taraf slide kiya, par utara nahi. Uske bhari, ras-bhare breasts dim amber light mein bare ho gaye. Soham ne unhe haath se touch tak nahi kiya—sirf unki heavy, rapid movement ko ghoorta raha. Phir usne petticoat ka silk knot unfasten kiya aur fabric ko uski inner thighs tak niche khiska diya.
Geeti ki saansain fast aur shaky ho gayi. Uski panty fabric pehle se hi drench ho chuka tha.
Soham ne apni index finger se Geeti ki bare inner thigh par halki tracing ki—bottom se lekar sensitive crotch line tak—aur turant haath peeche khinch liya.
“Abhi bilkul nahi.”
Voice note teesri baar room mein speaker se goonj raha tha:
“…say my name when you finish. Not into a phone. Into my mouth…”
Geeti ke hips bed se thode lift hone lage, uski body natural rhythm mein orgasm maang rahi thi. Soham ne apne heavy haath se uski waist ko daba kar mattress par wapas push kar diya.
“Loop sun. Uske ek-ek dirty word ko dimaag mein print kar le. Kal tu iska reply karegi—aur content main dictate karunga.”
Soham ne do ungliyon se Geeti ke wet silk panty ke upar se uske swollen clit par continuous, slow circular movement start ki. Pressure itna light aur teaser tha ki Geeti frustration mein moaning karne lagi, par finish line tak nahi pahunch pa rahi thi.
Voice note chauthi baar replay hua.
Geeti ne wrist constraints ke against haath khinche. “Soham… please… thoda aur press karo… ahh…”
“Uska naam mat bol abhi,” Soham ne uske cleavage par apni saans chhodte hue kaha. “Pehle meri fingering se climax ke edge par aa. Phir main haath hataunga.”
Soham ne exactly wahi kiya. Usne panty ko thoda side karke apni do fingers ko Geeti ki dripping folds ke beech slide kiya aur rapid strokes dene laga. Geeti ke lips khul gaye, uski thighs violently shake karne lagiin, aur uski saansain tootne waali thin—par jaise hi woh orgasm ke micro-second distance par pahunchi, Soham ne apni fingers poori tarah bahar khinch liin.
Room mein fir se sirf Arjun ki recorded, husky voice goonj rahi thi.
Geeti ne kaampte hue aakhne khol kar Soham ko dekha—uski dark eyes mein intense desire, frustration aur anger ka deadly mixture tha.
Soham ne muskurate hue voice note ko fifth time play par set kar diya.





Voice note loop par doosri baar start hua:
“…I stroked my cock the entire time you had your hand inside that petticoat…”
Soham ne Geeti ka black crop top upar ki taraf slide kiya, par utara nahi. Uske bhari, ras-bhare breasts dim amber light mein bare ho gaye. Soham ne unhe haath se touch tak nahi kiya—sirf unki heavy, rapid movement ko ghoorta raha. Phir usne petticoat ka silk knot unfasten kiya aur fabric ko uski inner thighs tak niche khiska diya.
Geeti ki saansain fast aur shaky ho gayi. Uski panty fabric pehle se hi drench ho chuka tha.
Soham ne apni index finger se Geeti ki bare inner thigh par halki tracing ki—bottom se lekar sensitive crotch line tak—aur turant haath peeche khinch liya.
“Abhi bilkul nahi.”
Voice note teesri baar room mein speaker se goonj raha tha:
“…say my name when you finish. Not into a phone. Into my mouth…”
Geeti ke hips bed se thode lift hone lage, uski body natural rhythm mein orgasm maang rahi thi. Soham ne apne heavy haath se uski waist ko daba kar mattress par wapas push kar diya.
“Loop sun. Uske ek-ek dirty word ko dimaag mein print kar le. Kal tu iska reply karegi—aur content main dictate karunga.”
Soham ne do ungliyon se Geeti ke wet silk panty ke upar se uske swollen clit par continuous, slow circular movement start ki. Pressure itna light aur teaser tha ki Geeti frustration mein moaning karne lagi, par finish line tak nahi pahunch pa rahi thi.
Voice note chauthi baar replay hua.
Geeti ne wrist constraints ke against haath khinche. “Soham… please… thoda aur press karo… ahh…”
“Uska naam mat bol abhi,” Soham ne uske cleavage par apni saans chhodte hue kaha. “Pehle meri fingering se climax ke edge par aa. Phir main haath hataunga.”
Soham ne exactly wahi kiya. Usne panty ko thoda side karke apni do fingers ko Geeti ki dripping folds ke beech slide kiya aur rapid strokes dene laga. Geeti ke lips khul gaye, uski thighs violently shake karne lagiin, aur uski saansain tootne waali thin—par jaise hi woh orgasm ke micro-second distance par pahunchi, Soham ne apni fingers poori tarah bahar khinch liin.
Room mein fir se sirf Arjun ki recorded, husky voice goonj rahi thi.
Geeti ne kaampte hue aakhne khol kar Soham ko dekha—uski dark eyes mein intense desire, frustration aur anger ka deadly mixture tha.
Soham ne muskurate hue voice note ko fifth time play par set kar diya.


Sunday ki subah jab Geeti ki aankhein khuli, toh bedroom ke sheer white curtains se subah ki sunheri roshni room mein enter kar rahi thi. Kal raat ke intense voice note loop, boundary-pushing tension, aur internal arousal ke baad uska poora jism abhi bhi ek ajeeb si exhaustion aur continuous garmi se bhara hua tha. Usne kal raat apna wet silk petticoat badal liya tha, lekin uski inner thighs ke beech aur body ke ek-ek pore par unfulfilled starvation aur public exposure ki feeling chipki hui thi.

Soham uske side mein nahi tha. Kitchen se stainless steel ke utensil ki halki chhan-chhan sound aur balcony se Sunday newspaper ke pages palatne ki aawaz aa rahi thi.
Side table par uska encrypted phone silent mode par vibrate hua. Screen par subah 8:41 AM ka notification blink kar raha tha.
Arjun:
Sunday. Exactly 4 PM. Juhu, that quiet cafe near the old sea-facing road. I booked a private corner table with low lighting. Come in a saree.
Geeti ne text ko do baar repeat karke padha. Usne koi immediate response nahi diya. Pehle Soham ka reaction aur instructions zaroori the.
Woh pillow se uthi, apni loose t-shirt aur pyjama adjust kiya, aur slow steps ke sath kitchen ki taraf badhi. Soham balcony ki glass railing se tek lagaye chai ka mug haath mein liye bahar ki greenery ko dekh raha tha. Amrita ka room abhi bhi locked tha—woh so rahi thi.
Soham ne tea sip karte hue bina mudey kaha, "Aa gaya Arjun ka message?"
Geeti ne chupchaap phone screen unlock karke uske saamne kar di.
Soham ne text read kiya, chai ka ek aur sip liya, aur sharp, calculate look ke sath bola, "Theek hai. Jaana hai toh jaa. Lekin aaj meri conditions par meeting hogi. Har ek single detail meri dictation ke hisab se chalegi."
Geeti ne counter se apna ceramic cup uthaya. Uski heartbeats fast thin, lekin usne face ko bilkul composed aur neutral rakha.
Soham balcony se andar aaya, kitchen counter par apna mug rakha, aur Geeti ke bilkul paas aa kar khada hua.
"Suno, rules clear hain. Public space hai. Din ka time hai. Cafe ke andar hi baithna hai. No private rooms, no flat, no going into his car—sirf cafe environment. Main exact teen tables peeche baithunga, laptop aur book leke. Tu mujhe clearly dekh sakti hai, par woh bas mere back view ko dekhega."
Geeti ne aahista se apna head nod kiya.
"Doosri baat," Soham ne uski waist line par ungli se trace karte hue warning tone mein kaha. "Hand-holding, knee par touch, thigh touch—itna tak chalega. Blouse ke andar haath daalna ya petticoat ke andar penetrative touch—absolutely forbidden. Agar usne public boundary crossing ki koshish ki, toh tu jhatke se rukegi aur mujhe immediate visual signal degi."
"Signal kaise?" Geeti ne apni panted breath hold karte hue poocha.
"Paani ka glass utha kar left hand se apne baal kaan ke peeche karna. Main bina koi noise create kiye samajh jaunga."
Geeti ke hoth dry ho rahe the. Usne milk kettle on karte hue low voice mein kaha, "Aur agar woh... kuch aur demand kare toh?"
Soham ne uski dark kaajli aankhon mein dekha. "Toh tu precise tone mein bolegi—'Not today, Arjun'. Just that. Use tadpa. Waise hi jaise maine kal raat tujhe bedroom mein tadpaya. Got it?"
Geeti ne simple "Hmm" kaha. Uske andar excitement aur fear ka ajeeb blend chal raha tha—control pati ke haath mein tha, par woh aaj daylight mein jaan-boojh kar kisi dusre young mard se private meetup ke liye tayyar ho rahi thi.
Soham ne last rule enforce kiya: "Jo bhi cafe table par discussion hoga, jo bhi physical touches honge, ghar wapas aakar mujhe line by line batana. Jo baat tu chupayegi, woh agle do hafte ke liye completely banned."
Geeti ne cup niche rakha. "Approved. Theek hai."
Dopeher ke 1:30 PM par dressing room mein prep session start hua.
Amrita library mein political science notes prepare karne ke liye apni dost ke yahan ja chuki thi. Flat mein sirf Geeti aur Soham the.
Soham bedroom ke door frame se shoulder tikaye khada tha. Geeti mirror ke saamne apni undergarments aur robe mein baithi thi.
"Kaunsi saree pehnegi aaj?" Soham ne poocha.
Geeti ne wooden wardrobe open kiya. Uska hand pehle wine-maroon silk par gaya, par daylight cafe ke liye woh kuch zyada dark aur heavy thi. Phir usne ek delicate pistachio-green chiffon saree nikaali—behad soft, translucent fabric jo light mein body contour ko accentuate karti thi, aur uspar thin golden zari border tha. Saath mein matching sleeveless U-neck blouse, jo cleavage ko decent hint deta tha lekin over-exposed nahi tha.
Soham ne visual survey karke kaha, "Yeh wali perfect hai. Silver waist chain aur dono pairon mein anklet."
Geeti ne cream-colored silk petticoat pehna, jiska naada tight tie kiya. Blouse ke hooks fasten karte waqt uski gori ungliyan tremor kar rahi thin. Blouse uske breasts ko uplift karke tight outline de raha tha.



Soham door se hila nahi, bas sharp nazron se visual transformation monitor karta raha.

Geeti ne pistachio chiffon dbang karna shuru kiya. Soft fabric uski skin par hawa ki tarah slide ho raha tha. Usne pallu set kiya—left shoulder se cross karke chest par ek single pleat, taaki uske natural curves aur cleavage ka subtle gap soft light mein clearly visible rahe.
Jab woh waist line par pleats arrange karne lagi, Soham ne room ke beech se instruct kiya, "Ek pleat kam kar. Kamar par saree tight aur low-waist ho."
Geeti ne exact follow kiya. Saree uski hips par cling ho gayi. Chiffon itna lightweight tha ki leg movements par thigh curves highlight ho rahe the.
Usne gold-plated thin waist chain uthai, jismein ek chhota pendant navel ke thoda upar tika tha. Blouse ke lower edge ke neeche se chain uski gori, bare waist par settle hui. Saree ke translucent chiffon ke peeche se chain ki line clear flash kar rahi thi.
Usne silver anklets pehne. Pehle right, phir left. Anklet ki lock click par use office desk ke neeche Rohan ke jhukne ka memory flashback aaya, jisse uski breath tezz ho gayi.
Makeup minimal tha—kaajal, nude peach lipstick, aur collarbone par light highlighter. Baal loose wavy curls mein shoulders par chhod diye, aur ek side pin se left ear reveal kar diya.
Soham walk karke uske bilkul peeche aa khada hua. Dressing mirror mein dono ka contrast clear dikh raha tha.
Usne Geeti ka pallu slightly adjust kiya. Uski finger Geeti ki bare waist line se hote hue waist chain tak gayi aur wahan press hui.
"Yeh waist chain use out of control karegi," Soham ne uske kaan ke paas softly whisper kiya. "Table par baithna, legs cross karna taaki anklet aur saree ka gap dikhe. That's enough to drive him insane."
Geeti ne mirror mein apne avatar ko dekha. Yeh woh traditional, shy housewife nahi thi. Yeh ek fully aware, seductive hotwife thi jo apne husband ki permission aur oversight ke saath ek young lover se milne ja rahi thi.
Soham ne perfume bottle uthai. "Perfume collarbone aur earlobes par. Cleavage aur neck line par mat lagana—woh space free rehne de."
Geeti ne soft jasmine perfume spray kiya.
Usne chhota leather clutch uthaya—phone, lipstick, touch-up kit. Soham ne uske phone par discreet location sharing toggle on kar diya.
"3:40 PM par main pehle nikalunga cab se. Tu exact 3:50 PM par nikalna. Cafe mein seedha Arjun ke table par mat jaana. Pehle counter par paani order karna, surroundings observe karna, phir uski table par baithna. Main already teen table peeche baitha milunga."
Geeti ne thin strap heels pehni. Silver anklets ne soft musical sound create ki.
Soham ne uska left wrist pakda, pull karke uski skin par touch feel kiya, par lips ko kiss nahi kiya.
"Geeti."
Woh ruki, uski eyes Soham ke face par locked thin.
"Tu uski nahi hai. Tu meri wife hai, jisse main bhej raha hoon. Always remember who owns this body."
Geeti ne steady gaze ke sath kaha, "Mujhe har ek rule yaad hai."
Soham ne uska pallu final time adjust kiya. "Jaa. Aur wapas aakar mujhe har ek minute ka detail batana. Jo usne kaha, jo usne touch kiya, jo tujhe feel hua."
Geeti ne clutch hold kiya, door tak gayi, aur ek moment ke liye mudkar dekha. Soham silent stand position mein tha, usne subtle nod kiya—'Go'.
Geeti ne elevator button press kiya. Steel mirror panel mein uski pistachio green saree, waist chain ka curve, aur uski dark eyes ki quiet confidence clearly reflect ho rahi thi.
Neeche cab aakar ruki.
Sunday ka 3:50 PM.
First time daylight mein, full preparation aur Pati ke instructions ke saath, kisi aur mard ke saamne hone wala tha violent attraction ka test.

Geeti jab café ke main frosted glass door se andar gayi, toh central AC ki ek cooling wave ne uski sleeveless pistachio blouse aur bare waist line par thandak di. Translucent chiffon saree ke neeche uski silver waist chain ek second ke liye thandi padh gayi.
Quiet corner table sabse pehle nazar aaya.
Arjun already khada tha. Linen white shirt, sleeves roll ki hui, uski hungry nazar seedha Geeti ki pistachio green saree par, phir uski bare waist par, aur aakhir mein uski dark, kaajli aankhon par ruki. Usne deep respect aur attraction ke saath leather chair pull ki, jaise yeh koi routine Sunday coffee date ho.
Exact teen tables peeche, window seat par—Soham. Table par laptop bag, hardcover book khuli hui, aur sunglasses wood top par rakhe the. Uska face book ki taraf tha, lekin posture sharp tha. Geeti ko bas uske sitting angle se feel ho gaya ki uske pati ki watchful eyes har ek micro-movement monitor kar rahi hain.
Arjun ke opposite soft chair par baithte hi Geeti ne pallu ko gracefully sambhala aur apni godi par rakha. Uske pairon ki movement par silver anklets ne floor par ek soft, musical chhan ki sound di.
Arjun ne aage jhuk kar low voice mein kaha, "Yeh pistachio green colour... office wali photos se bilkul alag hai. Wahan tum corporate manager lagti ho. Aaj... jaise jaan-boojh kar kisi ko paagal karne ke liye ready hui ho."
Geeti ne wooden menu uthaya, par use read nahi kiya. "Sunday afternoon hai. Normal casual look hai."
"Sunday par aisi saree aur waist chain pehen kar ghar nahi baitha jaata," Arjun ne waiter ko इशारा karke Geeti ke liye iced tea aur apne liye black coffee order ki. Waiter ke door jaate hi usne table par elbows tick-aayi aur voice dropped tone mein bola, "Kal raat ke live stream par tumhari moaning aur deep breaths maine instantly pehchan li thin. Pub booth wali same shivering breath. Same rhythm when you are about to climax."
Geeti ke hoth dry hue. Usne glass ki straw ko fingering karke normal rehnay ki koshish ki. "Woh ek anonymous secret account hai."
"Account anonymous ho sakta hai, par yeh body line aur yeh saansain anonymous nahi hain," Arjun ne thoda aage lean kiya, uski heavy eyes Geeti ke deep U-neck blouse aur cleavage gap par locked thin. "Wahi gora jism. Wahi exact tarah se tum tight hoti ho jab koi tumhare wet points ko touch kare."
Geeti ne topic divert karne ke liye gentle tone mein try kiya, "Tumhara client project kaisa chal raha hai, Arjun?"




Arjun halka sa muskuraaya. "Mera poora week bas tumhare WhatsApp voice notes aur audio replies ke around ghumta hai. Baaki sab life mein filler hai."
Coffee aur iced tea table par place hui. Next two minutes tak poori table par ek dense, sexual silence rahi, jismein sirf spoon ki metallic sound aa rahi thi.
Geeti ne chai ka sip lete hue apne baal side pin se adjust kiye. Armpit ka smooth curve aur bare side waist line aahista se reveal hui. Usne jaan-boojh kar pallu ko thoda relax hone diya.
Arjun ki aankhein moment ke liye ruk gayi. Usne ek gehri saans li aur softly bola, "Honestly Geeti... tum itni drop-dead gorgeous aur sensual ho ki mujhe kabhi-kabhi yakeen nahi hota. If I were your husband, main tumhe ghar se ek minute ke liye bhi bahar nahi nikalne deta. I would keep you locked in my bed, saree pulled up, worshipping every inch of this body."
Geeti ne mask smile ke saath teasingly counter kiya, "Lekin mere husband toh mujhe azaad chhodte hain... Unhe mera yeh sensual side bilkul bother nahi karta."
Arjun ne coffee mug hold kiya, uski eyes dark aur intense ho gayi thin. "Woh azaad nahi chhodte, Geeti. He knows what kind of a masterpiece he owns. Uske andar zaroor ek fantasy hai... tumhe doosre mardon ke saamne parade karwane ki, unki thark aur desire ko tumhare jism par dekhne ki. It's a twisted cuckold thrill, and he is enjoying every bit of it."
"Tum mere husband ke baare mein bohut assumptions bana rahe ho," Geeti ne glass ki side par fingerprint trace karte hue shyness ke saath eye contact banaya.
"Assumptions nahi hain," Arjun ne drop-down tone mein kaha. "Koi bhi mard apni itni khoobsurat aur wet wife ko kisi doosre laonde se milne nahi bhejta... jab tak ki use yeh pata na ho ki uska lover table ke neeche kya karne wala hai."






Sudenly, Arjun ka leather shoe table ke neeche Geeti ke open-strap heel se touch hua. Pehle gentle contact. Phir usne apna leg aage slide kiya, uski calf Geeti ke bare ankle aur silver anklet se ghisatne lagi. Silver metallic chain ne uski bare skin par soft sound di.
Geeti ne paani ka glass nahi uthaya. Baal kaan ke peeche nahi kiye. No signal to Soham.
Arjun ka right hand table ke neeche gaya. Pistachio chiffon saree ke soft fabric ko do ungliyon se side kiya. Smooth, bare knee. Garam, rough hatheli.
"Pub ke us night booth ke baad se main din-raat bas yahi imagine kar raha hoon," Arjun ne table ke upar bilkul calm, casual face rakha, par neeche uska hand grip tight ho raha tha. "Tumhari anklet ki sound. Tumhari wet breathing. Aur woh last second jab tumhari gori ungliyaan mere shirt ke buttons par thin."
Geeti ki voice ek whisper ban kar nikli, "Arjun... yeh open public space hai."
"Isi liye mera haath saree ke neeche concealed hai," Arjun ki fingers knee se do inch upar slide hui. Silk petticoat ka lower hemline. Usne skin par pressure badhaya. "Tell me... is this much touch allowed by your boss-husband?"
Geeti ne ek second ke liye teen tables peeche dekha. Soham book hold kiye baitha tha. Frame nahi hila tha, par uski sharp profile mirror panel mein clear flash kar rahi thi.
Geeti ne apne legs lock nahi kiye. Usne subtle movement se apni thighs ko slightly part kiya.
Arjun ne us millimeter gap ko permission samajh liya. Uska broad palm uski inner thigh line par circular motion mein ghisatne laga. Slow, warm, aggressive strokes. Fabric ke edge par hi, par pressure aisa tha jaise woh bare moisture tak pahunchne waala ho.



Tumhare husband ko sab pata hai na?" Arjun ne tea sip karte hue casually poocha.

"Haan... he knows everything," Geeti ne slow breathing ke saath confirm kiya.
"Toh yeh koi formal coffee date nahi hai," Arjun ki ungliyan petticoat ke boundary se inch-by-inch inching kar rahi thin. "Yeh unki silent approval hai. Aur mujhe permission se koi issue nahi hai... main toh wahi poora karna chahta hoon jo pub mein incomplete chhod diya tha."
Geeti ne glass se cold iced tea ka bada sip liya taaki deep moans ko suppress kar sake. Straw ke through uski breathing rapid aur heavy chal rahi thi. Soft chiffon pallu chest par uski rapid heartbeat ke saath rise aur fall kar raha tha. Gold waist chain thin line ban kar spotlight mein shine kar rahi thi.
Arjun ki fingers ab uski inner thigh ke sabse sensitive, overheated zone par thi—woh exact spot jahan legs join hote hain. Geeti ki inner thigh muscles reflexively tight hui, phir gradually relax ho gayi.
"Office desk par bhi aisi hi seductive posture mein baithti ho?" Arjun ne low voice mein tease kiya. "Itni tight, itni wet, and so aware of your own body?"
"Office mein main bank executive hoti hoon," Geeti ne hoth byte karte hue kaha.
"Aur yahan tum meri hotwife visual fantasy ho," Arjun ne subtle smirk ke saath press kiya. "Same body, different roles."
Geeti ne uski bold eyes mein dekha, "Tum zaroorat se zyada confident lag rahe ho aaj."
"Pub mein tumhari fresh wetness mere haath par thi, Geeti. I am not confident, I am fucking addicted to you," Arjun ne thumb se inner skin ko stroke kiya. "Live stream par jab tumne hand andar daala tha, main hazaron mardon ke saath screen par tumhe stroking karte hue dekh raha tha. Today there is no screen between us."
Geeti ke lower abdomen mein kal raat wala unfulfilled climax kauto-wave phat pada. Silk panty chiffon ke andar moisture se chipakne lagi thi. Usne pallu adjust karne ka naatak kiya, jisse uski cleavage line aur waist pendant Arjun ki nazron ke saamne aur display ho gaya.
Arjun ne apna haath table ke neeche se aage badhaya. Geeti ki wrist ko hold kiya. Usne Geeti ke gora haath ko slow, discrete motion mein apni lap ki taraf pull kiya.
Geeti ki kaampthi ungliyan Arjun ke tight linen trousers par ja kar tick gayi. Extremely warm, thick, aur hard contour. Fabric ke upar se hi uski erection aur pulse clear feel ho rahi thi.
Arjun ki breath heavy ho gayi. Usne eye contact banaye rakhte hue whisper kiya, "Just feel it, Geeti. Feel what you do to me. Jaane se pehle itna jaan le ki main kis severe condition mein baitha hoon tere saamne... tumhare husband ke exact teen tables peeche."

Arjun ki breath heavy ho gayi. Usne eye contact banaye rakhte hue whisper kiya, "Just feel it, Geeti. Feel what you do to me. Jaane se pehle itna jaan le ki main kis severe condition mein baitha hoon tere saamne... tumhare husband ke exact teen tables peeche."

Geeti ne apna hand remove nahi kiya. Single second... two seconds... four seconds. Thick shape uski soft hatheli ke neeche throbbing pulse de rahi thi. Phir usne aahista se apna hand withdraw kiya aur lap par rumaal ki tarah rakh liya, jaise table ke neeche koi touch hua hi na ho.
Arjun chair par back lean hua. Uske face par teasing humor gayab tha. Sirf raw, unbridled sexual hunger bachi thi.
"Café bill main clear kar deta hoon," Arjun ne counter waiter ko signal diya. "Uske baad ek last request hai."
Bill process hua. Geeti ne iced tea ka last drop finish kiya.
Arjun thoda forward lean hua, uski heavy voice direct Geeti ke ears tak pahunchi, "Meri car basement parking mein hai. Just two minutes. I promise—main woh line cross nahi karunga jo tumne deny ki hai. But I won't let you leave today without putting my mouth and hands on your skin."
Geeti ki heartbeats ek second ke liye zero ho gayi.
Usne teen tables peeche gaze turn kiya.
Soham ne hardcover book completely closed kar di thi. Sunglasses ab uske hand mein the. Uski piercing gaze direct Geeti ke face aur posture par locked thi.
Geeti ne Soham ki eyes mein dekha.
Communication bilkul direct tha—woh basement tak jaana chahti thi. Café table rules complete ho chuke the. Ab jo physical demand bachi thi, uske body arousal ne already finalise kar diya tha.
Soham ki cold gaze nahi hati.
Geeti ne slow micro-nod kiya—'Haan'.
Soham ne koi loud reaction nahi diya. Usne apni do fingers se wooden table par ek firm, rhythmic tap kiya. Tap. Tap. Meaning clear tha—'I am watching every second. Remember the boundaries.'
Geeti chair se stand hui. Translucent pistachio pallu shoulder par dbang kiya. Anklets ne loud musical chime sound create ki.
Arjun bhi khada hua. Usne café ke andar public touch avoid kiya, bas subtle whisper mein instruction diya, "Take the private elevator to B2 basement. Left bay, black SUV."
Arjun pehle exit door ki taraf badha. Geeti ne Soham par ek final glance daali—Soham sofa se utha nahi tha, uska plan exactly clear tha ki woh safe distance maintain karke tail karega.
Geeti ne café ka heavy glass door push kiya.
Outdoor afternoon heat ne AC-chilled body par immediate sensation created kiya.




Basement parking ramp right ahead tha. Arjun do steps aage tha, hands in pockets, mudkar dekhta hua ki uski pistachio saree wali hotwife peeche aa rahi hai ya nahi.

Geeti ne apni thin-strap heels ki rhythmic sound ke saath uske footprint ko follow karna shuru kiya.
Pistachio chiffon saree uski thighs se chipak rahi thi, silver waist chain har step par flash kar rahi thi, aur uske dimaag mein sirf ek hi thought reverberate kar raha tha—
jo café table ke neeche half-done chhoda gaya tha,
woh ab basement mein parked black SUV ke andar claim kiya jaayega.
Elevator screen par red button illuminated tha.
Arjun ne call button press kiya.
Door sliding noise ke saath open hua.
Dono private enclosed lift ke andar step-in kar gaye.

To be continueed....

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Lift ka heavy glass-and-steel door sliding motion mein smoothly band ho gaya.
Andar sirf do log. Mirror walls, soft yellow interior LEDs, aur indicators par basement B2 ka red button illuminated tha. Geeti pistachio chiffon pallu ko chest par tightly sambhalte hue elevator ke corner par khadi thi. Unke beech mushkil se ek-do foot ka distance tha.
Pehle teen-chaar seconds tak lift ki quiet huming sound ke alawa poore cabin mein sannata raha.
Phir Arjun ne ek decisve step aage badhaya.
Usne pehle pallu ko chhua nahi. Pehle Geeti ka flushed, warm chehra. Uske dono bade, broad haath Geeti ki bare waist line par aa kar fit ho gaye—exact waist chain ke upar, soft chiffon saree fabric ke through. Geeti ki peeth lift ki mirror wall se touch hui, aur thandak uski bare skin par phail gayi.
"Abhi bhi dimaag mein chal raha hai kuch?" Arjun ne heavy, husky tone mein low whisper kiya.
Geeti ne koi verbal answer nahi diya. Usne bas Arjun ki dark, intense eyes mein dekha. Phir usne khud apna head slightly elevate kiya.
Kiss pehli nahi thi unke beech—pub ke hidden booth mein yeh already ho chuka tha. Lekin woh kiss rapid thi, secretly hidden, kisi ke pakde jaane ke darr wali urgency mein thi.
Yeh wali kiss completely structural thi.
Arjun ke hoth pehle Geeti ke hothon par thamb gaye, pressure build kiya, aur phir gently apna mouth open kar diya. Geeti ki panted breathing Arjun ke mouth mein chali gayi. Usne Geeti ke lower lip ko daanton ke beech soft bite ke saath hold kiya, release kiya, aur phir kiss ko intensely deep kar diya. Geeti ka left hand Arjun ke white shirt collar ko grip kar gaya, aur right hand wall ki stainless-steel railing ko tightly pakde raha.
Sloppy, wet smooching sound chhote se closed cabin mein amplify hone lagi.
Arjun ne Geeti ke face ka angle slightly tilt kiya, jeebh ko andar slide kiya—slow, deep, aur rhythmic. Geeti ke throat se ek low, uncontrollable sound nikli—"Mmmhh..."—jisse woh suppress nahi kar paaye.




Lift basement towards continuously move kar rahi thi.
Arjun ka ek haath waist line se slide hokar blouse ke back hook line tak pahuncha—usne hook unfasten nahi kiya, par pressure wahi rakha. Doosra hand saree pallu ko pull karte hue uski bare side waist par settle ho gaya. Gold waist chain uski broad hatheli ke neeche directly press ho rahi thi.
Geeti ne apni gori ungliyan Arjun ke baalon mein daal diin. Kiss continuous nahi thi—interrupted, breathing pauses ke saath phail rahi thi.
"Geeti..." Arjun ne lips ke beech whisper kiya.
"Hmm..."
"I need more than this today..."
Lift ki chime sound baje bina hi cabin jhatke se ek point par slow down hui.
Middle floor—Floor 1.
Dono sudden current lagnay jaisi speed se ek doosre se alag hue.
Sliding door khula. Corridor bilkul empty tha. Concrete silence. Do seconds. Door wapas lock ho gaya. Lift dobara basement B2 ki taraf descent karne lagi.
Is baar unke hands pehle se zyada aggressively locked the. Arjun ne Geeti ki dono wrists ko hold karke lift wall ke upar pin-down kar diya. Geeti ki dono baahein uske head ke upar stretch ho gayi thin. Pistachio pallu shoulder se slide hokar waist par latak chuka tha. Blouse ka U-neck completely distorted ho gaya tha, revealing her upper chest curve.
Kiss is baar aur zyada raw thi. Arjun uski jawline, neck line, aur throat par damp kisses chhorte hue wapas lips par aa gaya. Geeti ki legs trembling feel kar rahi thin. Anklets ne loud silver chime sound create ki jab uske heels floor par shift hue.



Ahh... Arjun..." sound uske lips se nikal kar Arjun ke mouth mein disappear ho gayi.

Basement B2.
Chime sound.
Door open hua.
Parking zone ki cool, concrete-scented, damp air cabin ke andar phail gayi. Geeti ne apni wrists chhudaye, fast movement se pallu ko chest par dbang kiya, aur apni saansain control karne ki koshish ki. Arjun ne uska wrist completely free nahi kiya—ungliyan intertwined rakhein aur use left side bay ki taraf lead kiya.
Black SUV last row mein, dimmed parking lights ke neeche parked thi. Fully tinted glass. Arjun ne remote unlock press karke rear door pull-open kiya.
Geeti ek second ke liye door frame par ruki. Yeh normal cab ya city car jaisi nahi thi. Inside was dark leather, spacious, aur deep interior setup.
Woh saree ko sambhalte hue inside step-in hui. Pehle woh upright posture mein baithi—both legs together, clutch bag lap par rakha, jaise koi high-society lady kisi unknown space mein baithi ho.
Arjun doosri side door se enter hua. Door slam hua. Automatic central locking click.
Pehle paanch seconds tak car interior mein sirf unki heavy, rapid breathing sounds thin.
Geeti ne front windshield glass se bahar dekha. Parking lot ki yellow tube light ki blurry line dikh rahi thi. Ek security guard door se walk karta hua cross hua aur shadow mein vanish ho gaya.
"Bohut ajeeb lag raha hai..." Geeti ne almost unnoticeable whisper mein kaha.
Arjun uski taraf fully turn hua. "Mujhe bhi. Par main har minute isi moment ko crave kar raha tha."
Usne Geeti ka clutch bag utha kar front seat par slide kar diya. Geeti ke legs ab bhi tightly clamped the.
Phir Arjun ne poori restraint tod di.
Usne Geeti ko upright nahi rehne diya. Ek hand uske head ke peeche support structure bana, doosra hand waist line par, aur Geeti ko plush leather back seat par reclining position mein litate hue khud uske upar lean in kar gaya. Translucent pistachio chiffon layers mein fold ho gayi. Pallu unke beech se completely strip off hokar seat ke corner par gir gaya.
Kiss ab completely wild aur uninhibited thi.
Koi delay nahi. Arjun ke lips uske mouth par, neck par, aur cleavage gap par aggressive marks chhodne lage. Geeti ke andar se ek long, vibrating moan erupt hui—"Mmmhh... ahh..."—jo usne is baar kisi scarf mein nahi, direct Arjun ke mouth mein chhod di.
"Arjun... Yahan parking mein...?"
"Right here," usne low rumble mein answer kiya, aur apna mouth uski bare collarbone par press kar diya.




Uske dono haath sleeveless blouse par move hue.

Pehle exterior fabric ke upar se. Soft, heavy pressure. Usne apna broad palm Geeti ke left breast par place kiya, kapde ke through. Press kiya, release kiya, phir deep pressure diya. Geeti ki waist back seat se arch hokar lift ho gayi.
"Ahhh—"
Arjun ne blouse ke delicate U-neck ko niche pull kiya. Ek inch. Do inch. Blouse uske round breasts ke upper slopes se downward slip hone laga. Back hooks fastened order mein the, par front fabric itna distort ho chuka tha ki uski fair skin aur soft upper cleavage explicitly bare ho gaye.
Usne apna hand direct inside slide kiya.
Blouse ke under-lining surface par. Direct warm skin contact. Koi bra barrier nahi tha—subah Soham ke instruction ke according Geeti ne layer bypass ki thi, aur ab yeh reality Arjun ke palm ne immediate touch mein feel kar li.
"Fuck... Geeti."
Usne bare, soft breast को apni hatheli se fill kar liya. Deep, slow circular pressure. Phir uski fingers swollen nipple par move hui—pehla light squeeze, phir thoda firmer grip.
Geeti ki aankhein completely shut ho gayi. "Arjun... Aahh... Dheere..."
"Dheere?" Usne doosra hand bhi distorted blouse ke andar push kar diya. Dono breasts ab uski broad palms ke andar locked the. "Tumhari breathing toh bilkul slow nahi hai."
Geeti ne Arjun ki shirted back ko grip kar liya. Linen fabric ko tight fingers mein squeeze kar liya. Uski thighs seat par apart expand hone lagiin—saree waist tak ride-up ho chuki thi, cream petticoat ki edge and inner thighs clearly visible thin. Silver anklet uski calf skin se cling kar rahi thi.
Arjun ne apna face lower kiya. Blouse ke inner lining se emerge hote hue usne Geeti ke firm right nipple ko apne warm lips mein hold kar liya. Extremely warm. Wet. Usne suckling motion create ki, with a subtle teeth trace.
"Ahhh... Mmmhh— Arjun..." Geeti ki uninhibited moaning whole SUV cabin mein ring karne lagi. Usne apna mouth cover karne ki try ki, par body reflexively surrender kar chuki thi. "Koi... Dekh na le..."
"Tinted glass hai," Arjun ne shift kiya. Left nipple. Wet tongue swirl. Deep suction. "Aur main aaj pause lene ke mood mein nahi hoon."
Geeti inside from moisture completely drenched ho chuki thi. Silk petticoat ka inner crotch panel skin se stick hokar extreme heat wave radiate kar raha tha. Jab Arjun ne apne broad thigh ko Geeti ke legs ke beech firmly press kiya, contact immediate aur intense tha. Geeti ki hips automatically upward thrust kar gayi—mind se nahi, sheer biological pulse se.
"Tum... Extremely wet ho," Arjun ne uske earlobe par bite karte hue kaha. Heavy, thick voice. "Main kapde ke through feel kar raha hoon."
Geeti ne eyelashes open kiin. Uski dark eyes mein shame thi, par withdrawal ka koi sign nahi tha.
"Hmm..." bas yahi soft sound nikal payi.
Arjun ne blouse lining ko aur lower force kiya. Dono breasts ab complete exposure mein uske lips aur palms ke control mein the. Woh ek side ko suck karta, doosri side ko deep hatheli se knead karta. Geeti ke moans interchanged fragments mein break ho rahe the.
"Ahh... Ahh... Mat... Itna aggressive—"
"Pub night par toh itna detail nahi mila tha," usne nipples chhod kar wapas uske lips ko claim kiya. Kiss deep, messy, aur saliva-slicked thi. "Tell me... Achha lag raha hai?"
Geeti ne uske hair pull karke affirmative nod kiya. Words construct karne ki condition nahi bachi thi.
Arjun ka right hand ab waist line se travel karta hua silk petticoat ke tight naade par ja kar pause hua. Motion froze. Geeti ki eyes wide open hui.
Dono fast breaths exhale kar rahe the. SUV roof liner unke bilkul upar tha. Outside distant parking area mein ek heavy car door close hone ki muffled metallic thud sound aayi. Both stayed still. Sound faded away into silence.
Arjun ki finger exact naade ki knot par thi. Geeti ki gaze direct uski finger par locked thi.
Geeti ne hand away shift nahi kiya.
Lekin Arjun ne knot unfasten bhi nahi ki.
Usne wapas apna mouth Geeti ke bare breasts par place kiya, aur niche apna hand petticoat fabric ke over-layer se, exact crotch center par, soft fabric through firmly press kar diya.
Geeti ki waist violently arch-up hui.
"Ahhh— fuck..." sound completely control break karke nikal gayi.
Arjun ne uske ear-line par dense, warm breath release ki,
"Abhi bhi limit par chal raha hoon. Tum bolo toh barrier cross karoon. Tum bolo toh yahin hold karoon."
Geeti ki eyes closed ho gayi. Pistachio pallu leather floor par drop ho chuka tha. Blouse completely pushed open. Body full exposure mein Arjun ke under shudder kar rahi thi.
Usne Arjun ki wrist ko grip kiya—away push karne ke liye nahi.
Wahi exact pressure par hold karke rakhne ke liye.
Aur uske hothon se jo whisper-tone nikli, woh completely transformed thi:
"Mat ruk, Arjun..."




Mat ruk, Arjun…”

Arjun ne un do lafzon ko clear command samajh liya.
Usne petticoat ka naada ek hi stroke mein khol diya. Cream silk fabric kamar se dheela ho kar Geeti ki gori thighs tak niche khisak gaya. Saree aur petticoat ke niche black lacey panty explicitly reveal hui—jo pehle se hi uske natural juices se completely drenched thi. Crotch line ka central part skin se chipka hua tha, aur ek dark, wet patch saaf chamak raha tha.
Arjun ne do ungliyaan panty ke wet fabric ke upar se hi uski swollen pussy par circular pressure ke saath ferin. Geeti ki kamar jhatke se leather seat se upar uth gayi.
“Ahhh— Arjun…”
Usne panty ko jhatke se side kar diya. Ek ungli seedha uski gulabi, wet folds ke beech slide hui. Geeti itni drenched thi ki Arjun ki ungli bina kisi resistance ke deeply andar chali gayi. Garam. Tight. Deeply contraction-filled. Arjun ki heavy, hot saansain Geeti ke bare lower abdomen par girne lagiin.
“Itni tight… abhi bhi,” usne deep voice mein whisper kiya. “Pub night ke baad se aur zyada wet aur sensitive lag rahi hai.”
Geeti ne Arjun ke broad shoulders ko kas ke pakad liya, uski ungliyan linen fabric mein dhas gayiin. Ungli aahista se bahar nikli, phir deeply andar. Har stroke ke saath thoda aur gehra penetration. Geeti ke breathless moans cabin ke tinted ambience mein phat kar bikharne lage.
“Mmmhh… ahh… wahan… exactly wahan…”
Arjun ne doosri ungli bhi saath mein inner passage mein push kar di.
Geeti ki aankhein jhatke se khul gayin, lashes wet thin. “Arjun— wait— aahh—!”
Do ungliyaan ab uski chut ke andar deep stroke de rahi thin. Geeti ki inner walls unhe kas kar squeeze kar rahi thin. Arjun ne ungliyon ko andar hook kiya, upar ki wall par press karte hue—wahi exact g-spot jahan usne pub ke hidden booth mein dhoondha tha. Geeti ki gori taangein Arjun ki waist ke around tightly lock ho gayiin.
Geeti seat par violently bounce karne lagi.
Pehle chhote, involuntary lifts. Phir uski hips Arjun ki hatheli ke against broad rhythm mein move hone lagiin. Pistachio chiffon saree poori tarah kamar tak slide ho chuki thi, revealing her entire bare thighs. Blouse U-neck se khula hua, uske bhari breasts upar-neeche violently shake kar rahe the. Anklet har thrust par loud chhan-chhan ki sound de rahi thi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… Arjun… aur deep… do ungliyan aur press karo…”
Arjun ne stroke speed doubles kar di. Do ungliyaan rapid motion mein andar-baahar, aur thumb direct uske swollen clit par continuous circular friction. Geeti ki aawaz ab bilkul controlled nahi thi.
“Fuu— mmhh— don’t stop… keep fucking my chut with your fingers—!”



Arjun ne panty ko uski legs se neeche kheench liya. Geeti ne helpless state mein legs lift kiye, aur panty ek ankle par latak kar reh gayi. Arjun ne uski thighs ko poori tarah apart stretch kar diya.

Parking lot ki dim tube light aur car interior ka light panel direct uski naked chut par focus hua.
Geeti ki chut completely swollen thi, flushed pink aur Dusky tone ke beautiful mix ke saath. Outer lips soft aur warm the. Beech ki wet line bright, glistening pink thi—itni slick ki internal juices uski inner thighs ke curves tak dribble kar rahe the. Swollen clit top par clear highlight ho rahi thi, hood completely retracted. Do ungliyon ke bahar nikalte hi uski chut ka narrow hole slowly contract hua, phir open hua, jaise further penetration demand kar raha ho.
Arjun ne ek second ke liye bas silence mein dekha.
“Fucking delicious,” usne low, ras-bhari voice mein kaha. “Bilkul… abhi ke abhi chatne layak.”
Geeti ne extreme shyness aur vulnerability mein legs close karne ki koshish ki, par Arjun ne uski bare knees ko firmly separated hold rakha.
“Mat chhupao, Geeti. Main tumhari is wet chut ko dekh kar hi poori tarah se khane wala hoon.”
Arjun ne apna face niche lower kiya.
Petticoat ka cream fabric uske head par ek tent jaisa structure ban gaya. Geeti ki dono bare thighs Arjun ke shoulders aur neck ke around wrapping position mein aa gayiin. Arjun ne pehle uski inner thigh line par tongue slide ki—wet drip ko jeebh se trace karte hue—aur phir seedha uski bare chut par apna mouth place kar diya.
Geeti ke gale se loud, shriek-like moan burst-out hui.
“AHHH— Arjun—!”
Arjun ne pehli long, firm lick bottom se top tak lagayi. Poori wet slit ko opening se clit tak tongue se sweep kiya. Geeti ki natural wetness Arjun ki jeebh par spread ho gayi—warm, intensely intoxicating, aur slick. Usne apne hothon se uski pussy lips ke flesh ko suck kiya, phir firm clit ko lips ke beech grip karke gently pull kiya.
Geeti ne Arjun ka head apni thighs ke beech violent strength ke saath press kar liya. Arjun ki neck uski soft inner skin mein bury ho gayi.
“Ahhh… ahhh… mmhh— fuck… Arjun… your mouth is so warm—!”
Arjun ne jeebh ko flat karke clit par slow, heavy circles diye, phir tongue tip se rapid flicks. Ek ungli wapas chut ke andar deep slide hui. Phir do ungliyan. Mouth top par, fingers inside—dono actions synchronization mein chalne lage.
Geeti seat par uske mouth ke against uncontrollable speed mein bounce kar rahi thi. Kabhi woh Arjun ka head apni pussy par tight press karti, toh kabhi uske hair fingers mein grip karke motion guide karti.
“Wahan— wahan— haan… ahhh right there on that spot—!”
Arjun ne command read kar li. Fingers ne front G-spot wall ko upward press kiya, aur jeebh ne clit par aggressive suction applied rakhi. Geeti ki shrieking tone ek notch higher pitch par hit kar gayi.
“Arjun… main… main climax hone wali hoon… AHHH!”
Arjun ne mouth away pull nahi kiya.
Geeti ki bare legs uski neck par vice-like grip mein tight ho gayiin. Uski heels SUV ki plush leather seat back par dig-in kar gayiin. Uska poora body ek moment ke liye completely rigid aur taut hua, aur phir explosive release mein break ho gaya.
“AHHH— AHHH— AHHH—!”
Intense, violent orgasm Arjun ke mouth par directly burst hua. Geeti ki pussy walls repeatedly contract ho kar Arjun ki fingers ko tight grip kar rahi thin, uski clit tongue ke against rhythmically pulse kar rahi thi, aur heavy squirt-like wetness Arjun ke lips, chin, aur jeebh par overflow hone lagi. Arjun ne ek single drop waste nahi hone diya. Usne har pulse, har wet drip ko completely lick off kar liya, jo uski inner thighs tak dribble ho raha tha.
Geeti ki breathless screaming gradually slow, heavy moans aur panting mein reduce ho gayi. “Mmhh… ahh… bas… Arjun… kaafi hai… I can’t take more…”
Arjun ne last long, slow tongue trace di, clean karte hue, jise har inch savor kar raha ho. Phir usne apna face elevate kiya. Uske lips glistening wetness se shine kar rahe the, chin par wet trails thin. Usne Geeti ki dark, glazed eyes mein dekha aur uski hi sweet wetness ko apne lower lip se tongue se clean kar ke swalllow kiya.




Geeti car ceiling ki taraf blankly gaze kar rahi thi, saansain completely erratic thin. Blouse open, breasts bare, saree waist par crumpled, aur panty ek ankle par hanging position mein. Her body was completely soft, trembling, aur spent.

Arjun uske over-top shift hua, par full penetration attempt nahi kiya. Usne bas Geeti ke soft lips par ek slow, deep, saliva-slicked kiss place ki—carrying her own taste back to her mouth.
“Ab tum meri jeebh par cum kar chuki ho, Geeti,” usne uske earlobe par warm saans chhodte hue whisper kiya. “Next time jab milenge, main direct andar tak jaaunga. Aaj ke liye itna hi restraint.”
Geeti ne Arjun ki shirted chest ko grip kiya, par koi verbal counter nahi diya. Sirf ek aur broken, shivering breath release ki.
Outside parking lot mein kisi heavy vehicle ka V8 engine rev-up aur door slam sound echo hua.
Both froze instantly.
Phir Geeti ne heavy eyelashes open kiin. Reality completely return kar rahi thi—basement B2, tinted glass, uski completely unraveled pistachio saree, bare breasts, wet pussy, aur yeh young man jo uske legs ke beech se abhi-abhi step-back kar raha tha.
Usne floor par se chiffon pallu search kiya. Uski hands continuously shudder kar rahe the.
Arjun ne unhooked lacey panty ko uske ankle se completely detach kiya aur discrete motion mein apni front linen pocket mein slide kar liya.
Geeti ne dekha, par recall ya stop karne ke liye koi word nahi bola.
Usne bas rapid fingers se blouse lining adjust ki, petticoat ka tight naada tie-up kiya, saree ko waist line par pull-down kiya, aur tinted window glass ke us paar outer shadow zone mein dhoondhne lagi…
ki kahin basement columns ke peeche Soham stand karke is poori backseat licking aur finger-fucking session ko watch toh nahi kar raha tha.




Geeti ne jaldi-jaldi apne sleeveless blouse ke hooks fasten karna shuru kiye. Uski gori ungliyan ab bhi uncontrollable thrill aur adrenaline ke maare shudder kar rahi thin. Distorted U-neck line ko properly position kiya, aur phir leather seat ke neeche daba hua pistachio chiffon pallu kheench kar nikaala. Soft fabric thoda sa rumpled ho chuka tha, par usne quickly pleats ko set karke left shoulder par dbang kar liya. Silk petticoat ka naada tightly tie kiya aur saree ke lower hemline ko feet tak adjust kar liya.

Car ke andar koi vanity mirror nahi tha. Tinted side window panel mein use apni blurry silhouette nazar aayi—gudaz baal thode bikhre hue, hoth Arjun ke continuous sucking aur licking se swollen aur flushed red, aur kaajal ke smudges outer corners par faile hue.



Arjun ne apni white linen shirt ke upper buttons align kiye. Uske lips par ab bhi Geeti ki internal moisture ka sheen baaki tha. Usne Geeti ko deep, heavy eyes se dekha, koi word spoken nahi hua, bas front seat par rakha leather clutch bag utha kar uske hand mein pakda diya.

Panty ab bhi Arjun ki front trouser pocket mein hidden thi, shape outer fabric par clear press ho rahi thi.
Geeti ne dekha, lekin usne ek lafz bhi counter ya demand nahi kiya.
Car door lock click sound ke saath open hua. Basement ki damp, concrete-scented cool air interior mein enter hui. Geeti ne apni thin-strap heels set kiye, aur floor par feet rakhte hi silver anklets ne ek soft chime sound diya. Arjun doosri side se utra, door firmly slam-shut kiya, aur remote key press kar di.
Private elevator lobby tak dono completely quiet walk karte rahe. Is baar lift car completely vacant thi. Arjun ne ground floor G ka button press kiya. Steel cabin smoothly upward elevation start kar chuki thi.
Floor 2 cross hone se pehle, Arjun ne Geeti ke shoulder ko hold karke wall ke against pinning position mein le aaya. Ek last, deep kiss. Pub booth wali quick, fearful kiss nahi, aur SUV back seat wali wild, aggressive licking/finger-fucking energy bhi nahi—yeh ek slow, thick, lingering kiss thi, jismein Geeti ki wetness ka taste unke mouths ke beech re-exchange ho raha tha. Geeti ne Arjun ke linen shirt collar ko fingers mein grip kar liya. Pistachio pallu unke closely pressed chests ke beech squished ho gaya.
"Mmmhh..." a low, helpless sound escaped Geeti's throat.
Elevator ki soft chime sound baji. Dono jhatke se alag hue, breath control ki. Door open hua. Ek middle-aged society uncle step-in hue, button press kiya, aur discreetly bina kisi par pay attention kiye corner mein stand ho gaye.
Ground Floor.
Bahar Juhu area ki late Sunday afternoon sunlight ab dim amber twilight mein convert ho rahi thi.
Arjun ne SUV parking lot se nikaali. Geeti front passenger seat par silent position mein baithi, saree ke fabric ko lap par gather karti hui, gazing continuously out of the window glass. Distance drive ke dauran koi specific dialogue nahi hua. Sirf ek baar Arjun ka left hand gear knob se slide hokar Geeti ki bare waist line par aaya, gold waist chain ke over-curve par press hua, and then withdrew back to the steering wheel.
Unki residential society gate se exact do buildings pehle Arjun ne dark side tree shade mein vehicle park kar di—exactly jaise pehle se calculated ho.
Geeti ne seatbelt unlatch ki, clutch bag arm under lock kiya.
Arjun ne wrist hold karke position halt kar di.
"Geeti."
Woh ruki, head turn kiya.
Arjun ne steering wheel ke across lean hokar use ek final goodbye kiss di—short, firm, and softly biting her lower swollen lip between his teeth. Release karte hue usne warm breath se whisper kiya, "Tumhari lacey panty mere paas hi rahegi. Always remember this afternoon."
Geeti ke cheeks aur earlobes immediate heat se crimson red ho gaye. Usne quiet voice mein sirf ek word bola, "Bye," aur door handle pull karke car se step-out kar gayi.
Uski thin-strap heels society pavement par rhythmic tap sound create karti hui aage badhiin. Main entry gate par security guard ne routine habit mein formal salute kiya. Geeti ne pallu chest par tighten kiya, facial expressions ko completely neutral aur composed banaya, aur lift lobby ki taraf badh gayi.
Flat ke wooden door lock mein key insert karte hi use instant intuition ho gaya—Soham already ghar par majood tha. Uske formal leather shoes shoe-rack par neatly placed line mein the.
Door swing open hua.
Soham living room ke central leather sofa par straight posture mein baitha tha. Encrypted phone center table par face-down tha, TV completely off tha. Usne Geeti ko bottom to top complete analytical gaze se evaluate kiya—pistachio green chiffon saree, slightly rumpled waist pleats, disheveled hair locks, aur uninhibitedly swollen, bite-marked hoth.
"Wapas aa gayi."
Geeti ne entrance area mein heels unstrap kiin. Silver anklets ki chhan-chhan sound instant mute ho gayi.
Soham sofa se stand-up hua aur slowly walk karta hua uske bilkul face-to-face distance par aa khada hua. Itna close ki Geeti ko uske skin ka natural warm aura aur intense gaze clearly feel ho rahi thi. Usne Geeti ka pallu fix karne ki koi attempt nahi ki. Sirf direct, low-pitch question:
"Enjoy kiya?"
Geeti ki kaajli, dark eyes direct Soham ki cold, calculating eyes par locked thin. Basement B2 SUV, Arjun ka warm mouth uski wet pussy folds par, uski two fingers deep inside her G-spot, lift wall ke against lingering kisses, aur pocket mein secret panty trophy—har single frame uske mind mein electric flash ki tarah run ho gaya.
Usne subtle, deliberate nod kiya.
Haan.
"Bohut enjoy kiya," Geeti ne shivering, low voice mein clear sentence bola. "Haan... I enjoyed every second of it."
Soham ki sharp gaze Geeti ke swollen lips par ruki, phir uski bare waist line par gold chain par, aur aakhir mein uski fearless eyes par. Usne us moment par koi additional interrogative questions nahi kithe. Usne bas Geeti ka wrist firmly clasp kiya.
Dono master bedroom ki taraf walk kar gaye.
Bedroom door internal lock click sound ke saath closed ho gaya.
Behind them, living room mein deep, heavy silence aur unspoken anticipation phail gayi.

[Joker44]

Geeti's Home few hours pehle:

Shaam ke saat se pehle flat ka mahaul pehle se hi badal chuka tha, jaise kisi ne AC ke saath-saath hawas ki ek invisible layer bhi on kar di ho.
Geeti ne pistachio chiffon saree ka pallu chest par tightly set kiya, blouse ke neeche gold waist chain ki thin line ek second ke liye chamki, aur door pe rukte hue usne Soham ki taraf mudkar sirf itna bola, “Late ho sakti hoon.” Uske encrypted phone par Arjun ka last ping already glow kar raha tha. Soham ne nod kiya jaise koi ordinary office late-shift sun raha ho, lekin uski aankhon mein wohi cold, calculating sharpness thi jo Geeti ab pehchaan leti hai — woh jaanta hai woh kahan ja rahi hai, aur kis ke liye.
Jab door band hua aur lift lobby ki muffled ding gayab hui, ghar mein ek charged silence cha gaya. AC soft humming kar raha tha, kitchen se halki chai ki khushboo aa rahi thi, aur hallway ke doosre end par Amrita ka room adha-khula pada tha jaise koi invitation unfinished chhod diya gaya ho.
Soham living room ke leather sofa par baitha, phone screen ko blank stare karta hua. Geeti ka location share on tha — Juhu side, café ke paas, phir basement parking ka familiar pin. Usne notification ko swipe away kiya. Guilt ek second ke liye flash hua, aur uske turant peeche woh hunger aa gaya jise usne kabhi Geeti ke saamne openly naam nahi diya tha. Hunger ka naam Amrita tha, aur aaj uska naam trousers ke andar pehle se hard sochne laga tha — lund already thick, hot, and leaking a little precum against the fabric just from the thought of her soft body under that peach kurti.
Geeti ko hotwife banana uske liye sirf bedroom fantasy nahi tha. Woh uska long game tha — ek aisa darwaza jisse kholkar woh Amrita ko bina pure dhokhe ke, bina sirf “saali” wale gunah ke, apni bed tak la sake. Jab Geeti kisi aur mard ke haathon aur muh mein busy hoti, tabhi yeh ghar thoda free hota, aur Soham ka lund usi free air mein sochne lagta tha — imagining Amrita’s wet cunt dripping while he fucked her slow and deep.
“Jijoo?”
Amrita hallway se nikli. Usne soft peach colour ki short cotton kurti pehni thi jo petitness par cling karti thi, neckline dheeli thi aur teen chhote buttons se bandhi hui thi, neeche black stretch leggings jo uski slim thighs aur round hips ko clear dikha rahe the. Baal shoulder-length aur thode bikhre the, jaise padhai ke beech uthkar aayi ho, aur kuch strands uske left cheek par chipke the. Uski sun-kissed, halki gehunua skin warm lamp light mein glow kar rahi thi; lips pe halka pink tint tha, aankhein bright aur teasing. Uske haath mein half-open notebook tha, jise usne center table par rakha aur Soham ke bilkul paas aa kar ruk gayi. Uski saans mein thoda soap aur coconut shampoo ki smell thi — mixed now with the faint heat already rising between her legs.
“Didi gayi?” usne pucha, awaaz mein wohi Gen-Z teasing jo pehle din se uske “Jijoo” mein chipki thi.
“Haan,” Soham ne kaha. Surface par gharwali calm thi, lekin awaaz ke neeche ek thick hunger chal raha tha. “Woh busy hai.”
Amrita ne ek aankh maarte hue smile di, aur smile ke saath uski peach kurti ka gala thoda aur aage jhuk gaya. “Busy matlab bank, ya woh wali busy jisme aap location share on rakhte ho?”
Soham ne magazine band kiya aur uski taraf dekha. “Tum samajhdaar ho, Amrita. Zyada sawal mat poocho.”
“Matlab Arjun,” Amrita ne dheere se kaha, naam itna casually jaise chai ka brand bol rahi ho. Woh sofa ke armrest se slide hote hue Soham ke bilkul qareeb baith gayi, itna qareeb ki unke thighs chipak gaye aur uski kurti ka gala aage jhukte hi soft cleavage line living room light mein khul gayi. Soham ki nazar rokne ki koshish ke bawajood ek full second ke liye wahi ruk gayi — doodh-si soft upper curve, light pink lace bra ka thin edge neckline ke under se dikhta hua, garam skin, aur us deep line mein halka sa shadow jahan dono breasts milte the. Her nipples were already stiff little points under the lace, and the way she pressed her thighs together told him her pussy was getting wet just from sitting this close.
Amrita ne notice kiya. Uske hothon par shararti smile aur gehri ho gayi, aur usne jaan-bujhkar saans lete hue chest thodi aur uthayi taaki cleavage aur clear dikhe.
“Jijoo, aap dekh rahe ho,” usne soft, flirtatious tone mein kaha. “Main exam notes distraction ke liye nahi laayi thi. Aap distraction ho. Aur yeh kurti bhi aapke liye thodi dheeli chhodi hai.”
Soham ne halki hasi di, par uski jaw tight thi. “Amrita, itna mat chhedo.”
“Kya Amrita?” woh aur qareeb slide hui. Uski thigh Soham ki thigh se chipak gayi — garam cotton on formal trousers — aur usne apna haath uske knee par rakh diya jaise galti se. “Didi bahar kisi aur ke saath hai, aur aap yahan baithke saint ban rahe ho? Main toh sochti thi aap itne control wale nahi hain. Aapki aankhein toh meri cleavage padh rahi hain.”




Soham ne uska chin do ungliyon se uthaya. Contact soft tha, lekin uski aankhon mein clear eagerness thi — woh eagerness jo Geeti ko share karne ke peeche chhupi thi, aur jo ab Amrita ke hothon ke bilkul paas aa khadi thi. “Main saint nahi hoon. Main plan karne wala aadmi hoon.”
“Plan?” Amrita ne whisper kiya, hoth uske bilkul qareeb, saans uske muh par garam. Uski aankhein half-lidded thin, lashes neeche, pink lips thode open. “Mujhe bhi batao na plan, jiju.”
Usne jaan-bujhkar jiju bola — thoda slow, thoda moist, jaise lafz ko jeebh par rakhkar melt kar rahi ho. Soham ka control ek inch khiska. His cock throbbed hard in his trousers, the head already sticky with precum.
Pehli kiss soft thi, testing wali. Soham ne pehle uske upper lip ko halka brush kiya, phir lower lip ko apne hothon se packar slow suck kiya. Amrita ke hoth warm the, thode nervous, thode bold; usne pehle ek second rukkar respond kiya, phir uske lower lip ko wapas chusa. Dusri kiss deep ho gayi. Soham ne uska muh thoda khola, jeebh se uske hothon ke beech invite diya, aur Amrita ne jeebh milayi — pehle shy tip, phir full wet slide. Saliva thodi si mix hui. Amrita ne notebook side table par dhakel diya bina dekhe. Uska haath Soham ke chest par gaya, linen shirt ke buttons ke beech, ungliyan hard muscle feel karti hui, aur uske gale se soft moan nikal gaya jo living room ke silence mein bahut bada laga. The sound was filthy, wet, and needy.
Woh kiss todkar uske kaan ke paas boli, awaaz already thick, “Jijoo… aapke hoth itne garam hain.” Phir usne khud uska muh pakad liya aur teesri kiss shuru ki — is baar zyada hungry, jeebh tezz, daant uske lower lip par halka bite. Soham ne uske baalon mein haath daala aur uska head tilt karke kiss aur gehra kiya, dusri taraf se uski kamar pakad li.
Soham ne use sofa par thoda recline kiya. Amrita ka peach kurti ka pehla button uske chest ke bilkul upar tha; usne ungli se us button ko khola, phir doosra, aur kurti ka gala dono taraf khul gaya. Light pink lace bra ab clear dikh rahi thi — delicate, almost see-through lace, cups mein uske soft breasts push up ho rahe the, cleavage deep aur warm lamp light mein shiny. Bra ke under-wire ke upar gori skin, collarbone par thoda blush, aur nipples lace ke through already hard points ban chuke the. Amrita ne dekha ki Soham kya dekh raha hai, aur usne sharmaane ki jagah apni saans aur gehri lete hue chest uthayi. Uske andar ek gandi, sweet thrill daud gayi — didi bahar kisi aur ke saath thi, aur jiju uski bra dekh raha tha. Her pussy clenched hard inside the leggings, already soaking the thin fabric.



“Aapko… pasand aayi?” usne panted whisper mein pucha, gaal pink, aankhein shiny.
Soham ne jawab shabdon se nahi diya. Usne uski kurti aur side ki, broad palm uski kamar par slip ki — bare warm skin, soft waist jo uski hatheli mein bilkul fit aa rahi thi — aur muh seedha uski cleavage par le gaya. Usne us deep line ko jeebh se lick kiya, neeche se upar, phir left breast ke upper curve par open-mouth kiss diya. Amrita ki saans tezz ho gayi; usne Soham ke baalon mein ungliyan daal diin aur uska head apni chest par press kiya. “Ahh… jiju… wahan…”
Soham ne light pink lace ke over-cup par muh rakh diya aur nipple ko fabric ke through suck kiya. Lace geela ho gaya. Amrita ki kamar arch ho gayi, soft breast uski hatheli mein weight ban gaya, aur uske hothon se ek choked moan nikal gaya. Usne feel kiya ki uski pussy leggings ke andar pehle se warm aur thodi geeli ho rahi hai, jaise body jiju ke muh ka wait kar rahi ho. Soham ne dusra haath uski right breast par rakha, lace ke upar se knead kiya, thumb se hard nipple ko circles mein ragda, aur Amrita ke hips involuntary forward push hone lage. The wet spot in her leggings was spreading, her clit throbbing against the tight fabric every time she ground up.
“Ahh, dheere… fuck, aap bohot eager lag rahe ho aaj,” usne lips ke beech kaha, par usne haath hataaya nahi. Uske gaal laal the, lips swollen aur shiny, baal aur bikhre. Woh khud ko sofa par aur open kar rahi thi — thighs thodi si khuli, peach kurti ab almost chest tak khuli, pink lace bra half-exposed.
“Tumhe nahi pata main kitna chahta hoon tumhe aaj,” Soham ne complete sentence mein kaha, awaaz heavy aur dirty. Usne dusra haath uski thigh par rakha — leggings ke upar, andar ki taraf, bilkul us line tak jahan heat feel hone lagti hai. Amrita ki legs thodi si aur khuli. Soft grinding shuru hua — fabric on fabric, uski pussy ka warm pressure Soham ke hard cock ke against, breath on breath. Har grind pe Amrita ko feel hota tha ki uska clit leggings ke through ragad kha raha hai, aur har grind pe Soham ka cock uski thigh par thick shape mein press hota tha. Precum was already soaking a small patch on his trousers where the head kept rubbing.
Soham ke dimaag mein ek clear, dirty image thi: Geeti basement mein Arjun ke muh aur ungliyon ke neeche… aur yahan Amrita uske haathon mein, pink lace bra ke through nipple hard, thighs open, kurti khuli. Hotwife door khula rakhna isliye zaroori tha. Tabhi yeh gunah share ban sakta tha, sirf betrayal nahi — aur tabhi Amrita uski bed tak, isi ladder se, aa sakti thi.
Usne Amrita ki left bra strap ko shoulder se thoda neeche slide kiya. Cup side ko khiska kar uska soft, gora breast bahar nikal aaya — round, young, nipple dark-pink aur tight. Amrita ne ek sharp saans li aur “Jijoo” moan kiya, lekin rokne ka koi haath nahi aaya. Soham ne bare nipple ko seedha muh mein liya, jeebh se circle kiya, lightly bite kiya, phir suck kiya jaise milk nikalna ho. Amrita ke nails uske scalp mein kas gaye; uske hips ab clear grind kar rahe the, soft wet sounds nahi, lekin fabric ke against wet heat clear thi. Uske andar feel ho raha tha ki panty already cling kar rahi hai, clit swollen, aur jiju ka muh uske breast par usse aur bheega bana raha hai. Every suck made her cunt pulse and leak more.





“Jijoo, aap aise continue kiye toh main sambhal nahi paungi,” uski awaaz tootne se pehle poori sentence banane ki koshish mein thi. “Mera… mera neeche bilkul geela ho raha hai. Fuck, wait, ahhh—”
Woh second base par the — hands under clothes, mouth on bare nipple, thighs locked, hips slow grind. Soham ka cock trousers mein itna hard press kar raha tha Amrita ki thigh ke against ki shape clear feel ho rahi thi. Usne instinctively uske haath ko wahan guide kiya. Amrita ne through fabric squeeze diya — curious, bold, thick length ko palm se measure karti hui, shaft ko upar-neeche rub karti hui — phir ek second ke liye shy flush uske gaalon par aa gaya, lekin usne haath hataaya nahi. Jab usne precum ka halka damp feel kiya cloth ke through, uske hothon se ek dirty little laugh-moan nikal gaya. She kept stroking him through the trousers, feeling how heavy and hot he was.
“Itna hard hai?” usne almost giggle ke saath whisper kiya, swollen lips Soham ke gale par. “Didi ko pata chala toh hum dono khatam ho jayenge. Par aap… aap mujhe aise chus rahe ho jaise main aapki hoon.”
“Didi abhi busy hai,” Soham ne uske gale par open-mouth kiss karte hue kaha, awaaz heavy aur horny. Usne uski neck ko daanton se halka mark kiya, jeebh se lick kiya, phir uske ear ke paas bola, “Aur main tumhe chahta hoon. Poori tarah. Samajh rahi ho? Main tumhe aaj fuck karna chahta hoon, Amrita. Kapde utaar ke, is pink bra ko sofa pe phenk ke, tumhari geeli chut mein lund daal ke.”
Amrita ki aankhein uski aankhon se mili. Flirt ab thoda serious ho gaya tha, saansein tez thin, lips swollen, left breast abhi bhi bra se bahar, nipple wet aur shiny Soham ki saliva se. Uske andar body keh rahi thi haan, lekin dimaag didi ki line pakde hue tha. “Poori tarah matlab kya, jiju? Bolke batao.”
Soham ne uske waistband ki elastic ko ungli se touch kiya — ek warning, ek offer — aur leggings ke andar soft skin feel ki, panty line ke bilkul upar rukte hue. Uski ungli ne feel kiya ki cotton panty already thodi damp hai, warm aur sticky. “Matlab main tumhe bed tak le jaana chahta hoon. Aaj. Abhi. Kapde utaar ke, ungliyon se nahi — lund se. Tumhe chillate hue sunna chahta hoon.”
Amrita ne saans roki. Uski thighs ek second ke liye tighter press hui, pussy throb hui, lekin phir usne uska haath gentle lekin clear rok liya, second base par hi, usse aage bilkul nahi. Usne apna exposed breast bra ke cup mein wapas slide kiya, haath kaanpte hue, aur Soham ki ungli ko waistband se hata diya.




“Nahi, abhi nahi,” usne panted full voice mein kaha. “Ruko, jiju. Yahan tak theek hai — kiss, haath, muh, grind. Usse aage nahi. Main… main ready feel kar rahi hoon, par abhi nahi.”
Dono ek minute sirf saansein lete rahe. AC humming kar raha tha. Bahar kisi scooter ki door band hone ki awaaz aayi. Soham ne maathe ko uske maathe se touch kiya — frustration clear, force zero — lund ab bhi trousers mein painful hard, Amrita ki thigh aur damp panty ki yaad ab bhi skin par. Amrita ke gaal abhi bhi laal the, lips bitten, kurti ke khule buttons se pink lace bra dikh rahi thi, aur uski aankhon mein hawas ke saath thoda sa control bhi tha. Her leggings were still damp at the crotch, clit still swollen and sensitive.
Amrita ne apni kurti ke do buttons wapas lagaye, baal peeche kiye, aur thodi der uske chest par sar rakh kar leti rahi. Uska jism ab bhi thoda kaanp raha tha; leggings ka crotch warm damp tha, nipples bra ke under ab bhi hard. Flirt wapas aaya, halka, testing, dirty soft.
“Itna tadap rahe ho jiju. Main toh sochti thi aap sirf didi ke plans banate ho.” Usne uske jawline par ungli feri, swollen lips se smile karti hui. “Aap mujhe bhi us plan mein rakhte ho kya? Kyunki aapne meri bra tak dekh li, nipple chus liya, aur main aapke lund ko squeeze kar chuki hoon.”
Soham ne hasi di — dark, honest, hungry. “Tum plan ka hissa nahi ho, Amrita. Tum reason ho.”
Woh baat air mein heavy pad gayi. Amrita ne thodi der chup rehkar phir soft, curious tone mein poocha — woh sawaal jo uske dimaag mein pehle se tha:
“Jijoo, didi ne abhi tak kya kiya hai? Sach-sach batao. Woh us ladke ke saath kahan tak gayi hai?”
Soham ne ceiling ki taraf dekha aur words measure kiye — boast nahi, report-ritual bhi nahi, bas dirty truth ka ek clean slice.
“Woh action le rahi hai,” usne dheere, clear sentences mein kaha. “Kiss, touch, uske muh mein, uski ungliyon se. Garage tak gayi thi. Usne uski chut chatwaayi, ungliyan andar li, climax bhi kiya. Par poori tarah nahi di. Lund abhi andar nahi liya. Full nahi hua. Samjhi?”
Amrita ki aankhon mein curiosity aur thodi si relief dono the. Uski saans ab thodi normal ho rahi thi, lekin uske hoth ab bhi swollen the. “Matlab half open hai woh?”
“Haan. Half open.”
Amrita ne Soham ke shirt ke collar ko theek kiya jaise koi gharwali si care de rahi ho, phir uski aankhon mein seedha dekha. Flirt soft tha, lekin line crystal clear thi.
“Phir main bhi wahi rukungi jahan Didi ruki hai.”
Soham ne kuch kehna chaha — please, aaj, thoda aur, panty side karke sirf ungli — par Amrita ne ungli uske hothon par rakh di, jo ab bhi uske taste se geele the.
“Jab tak woh poori tarah nahi di, main bhi nahi dungi.” Usne thoda sa smile kiya, wohi mischief jo pehle din suitcase uthate waqt thi, lekin ab awaaz mein adult firmness thi. “Matlab race nahi hai, jiju. Woh jitna open hui hai, main utna. Zyada nahi. Aaj sirf yahan tak — unke barabar. Haath, muh, grind. Lund nahi. Kal… dekhte hain.”
Soham ne uski ungli ko kiss kiya. Hunger ab bhi trousers mein tight tha, precum ka thoda damp patch fabric par feel ho raha tha, par uske andar ek colder satisfaction bhi thi: pace match. Geeti jab full degi, Amrita ka darwaza bhi khulega. Hotwife ladder ka next rung. Amrita ko bed par litaana uska endgame tha; aaj ka deny us endgame ka hissa tha.
“Theek hai,” usne kaha. “Barabar chalenge.”
Amrita ne ek last soft peck diya — lovers wali, chhoti, hothon par saliva ka halka taste — aur sofa se uth khadi hui. Uski legs ab bhi thodi shaky thin; peach kurti ke buttons again band the, lekin pink lace bra ka edge ab bhi neckline se thoda dikh raha tha; bra ke under nipples ab bhi hard outline de rahe the; leggings ka crotch thoda warm damp tha. Usne notebook uthaya jaise kuch hua hi na ho, lekin uske swollen lips aur messy baal sab kuch bata rahe the.
“Main padhne jaati hoon. Agar didi jaldi aa gayi toh bathroom chala jaana, jiju. Aapka face abhi bohot obvious hai, aur yeh…” usne uske trousers ke bulge ki taraf ek quick dirty glance diya, “…yeh toh bilkul chhupta nahi. Main bhi mirror mein dekhke aati hoon pehle — mera face bhi abhi jiju-kiss wala hai.”
Soham ne hasi di, awaaz low aur rough. “Tumhari aankhein bhi nahi chhup rahi, Amrita. Na woh pink bra jo tumne mere muh ke liye kholi.”
Amrita door pe rukkar mudhi. Ek last flirt ke saath, shoulder se, tirchi nazar aur swollen lips ke saath, usne kaha,
“Next time jab didi busy ho, thoda aur der tak rukiyega. Main notes khatam karke aati hoon. Aur us din… dekhte hain Didi kahan tak khuli hoti hai. Shayad tab meri yeh pink bra sofa pe padi hogi.”
Woh room mein gayab ho gayi.
Soham sofa par baitha raha. Phone screen par Geeti ka pin ab ghar ki taraf move kar raha tha. Usne Amrita ki lipstick ka halka trace apne collar se wipe kiya, shirt buttons theek kiye, lund ko adjust karke uncomfortable hardness ko thoda shift kiya, aur TV on kar diya jaise koi ordinary shaam ho. Uske jeebh par ab bhi uske nipple ka taste tha, aur haath par uski damp panty line ki yaad. His cock was still painfully hard, the wet patch on his trousers cooling slowly.
Andar, uska agenda bilkul clear tha. Geeti ko hotwife banana taaki Amrita uski bed tak, usi pace par, bina tod-phod ke aa sake — pehle half, phir full, phir bilkul uske neeche. Aaj usne uski kurti kholi thi, pink lace bra dekhi thi, bare nipple chusa tha, uski geeli panty feel ki thi, aur uske haath se apna lund squeeze karwaya tha. Kal, jab Didi full degi, woh Amrita ko peeche nahi chhodega.
Door bell ke pehle ki khamoshi mein Soham ne ek gehri saans li aur swollen lip apne daant se dabaya, Amrita ke taste ko yaad karti hui.

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Agle din bank ka subah Geeti ke liye ordinary nahi tha, aur usne khud ko force kiya ki woh ordinary ban kar dikhe.
Raat bhar uske jism ne Arjun ke haath aur muh yaad kiye the. Woh abhi bhi half-open thi — kiss, touch, muh, ungliyan, climax — lekin lund andar nahi. Subah uthte hi uski thighs ke beech halka geelapan tha, jaise body keh raha ho ki aur chahiye. Mirror ke saamne khadi hokar usne apna chehra dekha — neend kam, hoth thode dry, aankhon mein woh restless shine jo Soham pehle se padh leta hai. Soham ne uske forehead par kiss kiya tha aur office ke liye nikalte hue sirf itna kaha tha, “Enjoy the day.” Uske tone mein wohi dark permission thi. Geeti ne smile diya, lekin andar socha: Enjoy? Main toh abhi bhi us basement ki yaad mein geeli soyi thi. Agar aaj koi aur nazar padi… toh main rok paungi?
Usne aaj sleeveless blouse wali saree choose ki — deep maroon chiffon, pallu ek side se loosely set, blouse sleeveless aur deep neck. Fitting tight thi; soft breasts cups bhar rahe the, milky cleavage har kadam pe thodi si hilti thi. Waist chain ki thin gold line blouse ke neeche chamak rahi thi. Makeup soft tha, lips thode dark. Dressing table pe pallu set karte hue usne socha ki yeh look Manager wali hai — formal, polished — lekin sleeveless deep neck uske half-open mood ko bhi leak kar raha tha. Bank mein log dekhenge. Raghavan sir dekhenge. Ramu Kaka… woh toh pehle se hi ghoorta hai. Us soch ne uske pet mein ek gandi, soft lehar daudayi. Woh sharmaayi, phir pallu dheela hi chhod diya. Her nipples were already a little stiff under the thin maroon fabric just from the thought.
Bank pahunchte hi corridor ki AC ne uske sticky collarbone ko thanda kiya. Security ne nod kiya; uski nazar ek second ke liye uske blouse par ruki, phir neeche chali gayi. Geeti ne notice kiya. Pehle woh nazar usse ghin dilati thi. Ab uske andar ek ajeeb sa account chal raha tha — woh dekh raha hai. Mere soft jism ko. Arjun ke baad main khud ko alag feel karti hoon, jaise meri body kisi aur ki language bol rahi ho. Usne pace normal rakha, smile professional, lekin andar heat dheere-dheere jag rahi thi. A faint dampness was already gathering between her thighs again.
Cabin mein files aur calls ne pehle do hours kha liye. Jab woh files sign karne ke liye jhukti, maroon blouse ka deep neck table light mein khulta tha, aur uske dimaag mein Arjun ka muh wapas aa jata tha — uski chut pe, uski ungliyan andar. Woh kursi pe thodi si shift hoti, thighs press karti, aur khud se kehti: Kaam pe focus. Yeh office hai. Tu Manager hai. Phir bhi jab door pe knock hua aur junior clerk andar aaya, uski aankhein ek second ke liye Geeti ki cleavage par atak kar wapas files pe chali gayi. Geeti ne dekha. Andar soft flush aaya. Sab dekh rahe hain. Main chhupa nahi pa rahi. Shayad chhupana bhi nahi chahti. Her pussy clenched once, wetness spreading a little more in her panties.
Dopehar se pehle Raghavan cabin ke bahar se guzre. Unhone rukkar kaha, “Geeti, afternoon meeting short rakho — heat zyada hai aaj.” Unki nazar uske chehre se hote hue uske sleeveless shoulders aur soft neckline par ek beat ke liye ruki, phir professional smile ke saath aage badh gaye. Geeti ne unke peeche dekha. Sir ne bhi notice kiya. Woh abhi pass nahi karenge… lekin unki aankhein soft thin. Jaise woh padh rahe hon ki main restless hoon. Us soch ne usse guilty banaya, aur saath hi thoda wet bhi. Woh paani piye, AC ki taraf muh kiya, lekin underarms pehle se sticky the, blouse ke neeche soft breasts garam. The thin fabric was clinging slightly to her sweaty skin.
Dopehar mein Ramu Kaka coffee tray leke aaye.
Geeti unhe pehle se jaanti thi — bank ke purane chaprasi, lagbhag pachaas, pet thoda bahar, sasti grey pant aur faded shirt, chehre par susti. Kabhi unhe sirf naukar samajhti thi. Ab, Arjun ke baad, jab unki aankhein tray rakhte hue uske jhuke blouse se jhaankti cleavage par besharmi se tik gayi, Geeti ke andar ghin aur thrill dono ek saath uthhe. Unki nazar buzurg wali nahi thi; woh nangi, sasti, bhookhi thi. Geeti ne sar uthaya. Ramu Kaka ne haklate hue “Ji Ma’am, coffee” kaha, lekin aankhein abhi bhi uske soft chest par thin.

Woh pi raha hai mujhe, Geeti ne andar socha, cup haath mein lete hue. Ek chaprasi. Mere pehle uski nazar se ghin aati thi. Ab… ab meri jaanghon ke beech geelapan aa raha hai. Main kya ban rahi hoon, Soham? Hotwife ka nasha itna gehra hai ki Ramu Kaka ki gandi nazar bhi mujhe tadpa rahi hai. Usne pallu theek kiya, lekin neckline nahi chhupayi. “Shukriya, Ramu Kaka. Bahar jaao.” Unhone jate-jate uske hips ko scan kiya. Geeti ne door band kiya, kursi pe peeche hati, aur apna haath dheere se usi soft chest par rakha jahan unki nazar thi. Soft siski. Main abhi fuck nahi hui poori. Arjun ne adhoora chhoda. Aur yeh nazar… yeh mujhe aur khol rahi hai. Her nipples stiffened harder under her palm.
Shaam tak uska jism pura restless tha. Files khatam, bag pack, floor change ke liye lift. Corridor mein chalhte hue usne feel kiya ki uska pallu chest se chipka hai, soft cleavage peeli light mein soft shine de rahi hai, underarms chipchipa paseena. Aaj zyada garmi hai. Ya main zyada garam hoon. Lift ke paas woh akeli khadi thi jab peeche se familiar, thodi sust awaaz aayi.
“Ma’am, neeche jaana hai?”
Ramu Kaka. Haath mein empty file tray. Unki aankhein pehle files par thin, phir — jaise dopehar mein — ek second ke liye uske sleeveless blouse aur deep cleavage par atak gayi. Geeti ne notice kiya, aur is baar usne nazar nahi hatayi. Andar socha: Woh phir dekh raha hai. Main usse rok sakti hoon. Manager wali line bol sakti hoon. Par Arjun ke baad meri body keh rahi hai — dekhne de. Thoda aur. Usne pallu theek kiya, lekin neckline nahi chhupayi. Balki, us half-open heat ne use bold kiya, aur usne tray ke paas jaate hue apna mehnga pen jaan-bujhkar floor pe drop kar diya.
Pen Ramu Kaka ke boots ke paas giri.
Geeti ne ek second rukkar socha: Yeh Soham wala dare jaisa hai. Cabin mein pen. Ab lift se pehle. Main kya kar rahi hoon? Phir soft awaaz mein bola, “Nahi, main utha leti hoon.”
Woh dheere se neeche jhuki. Pallu kaskar nahi pakda. Sleeveless maroon blouse ka deep neck Ramu Kaka ki aankhon ke bilkul saamne khul gaya — milky soft cleavage, breasts ka soft ubhaar, blouse ke edge se soft pink bra ka hint, aur us deep line mein shadow jahan dono soft boobs milte the. Woh pen uthane mein jaan-bujhkar deri karti rahi, underarms thode open, sweaty soft skin peeli lobby light mein chamakti hui. Ramu Kaka ki saans bhaari ho gayi; unka muh adha khula; tray unke haath mein kaanp si gayi. The smell of her warm skin and light sweat reached him.



Geeti ne tirchi nazar se unhe dekha. Unki aankhein uske soft chest ko pee rahi thin. Andar uska dil tezz tha — sharam, power, dirty thrill. Dekh. Pi ja. Main Manager hoon aur tu chaprasi, lekin aaj teri nazar meri chut geeli kar rahi hai. Usne dirty, soft, unclear hint diya: “Itni garmi hai aaj na, Ramu Kaka… bank ka AC bhi kabhi-kabhi fail ho jata hai.” Usne pen uthaya, dheere se khadi hui, pallu sirf half theek kiya taaki cleavage ab bhi soft dikhti rahe. “Chalo, lift.”
Ramu Kaka ne sirf “Ji Ma’am” haklate hue kaha, lekin unki nazar uske soft chest se nahi hati. Unki pant mein pehle se hi thodi tightness aa chuki thi. Geeti ne woh tightness notice ki, aur andar ek soft shock-thrill aaya. Woh hard ho raha hai. Sirf meri cleavage dekh kar. Main abhi tak usse chhui bhi nahi. Her own panties were already sticking a little.
Dono lift mein ghusey. Ramu Kaka ne ground button dabaya. Doors band hue. Lift ne ek second ke liye jerk kiya, phir lights flicker huin, aur cabin beech mein ruk gayi. Ek dull mechanical thud. Display freeze. AC ki humming bhi ruk si gayi. Emergency light ki peeli glow ne cabin ko chhota aur intimate bana diya.
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadka. Usne alarm dabaya; kuch nahi hua. Phone — signal thin. Andar pehle darr aaya, phir uske saath yeh soch: Akeli. Unke saath. Stuck. Meri soft body unki nazar ke saamne.
“Kya hua?” uski awaaz mein panic clear tha. “Ramu Kaka, yeh stuck ho gayi kya?”
“Ji Ma’am… lift thoda… aap… theek ho?” Ramu Kaka ki words polite thin, lekin body nahi. Unki saans pehle se heavy thi, pant tight, stare us cleavage par jo woh naam nahi lete. Geeti ne unki aankhein padhi. Woh darr nahi raha. Woh mujhe dekh raha hai. Jaise yeh stuck uske liye gift ho.
Tabhi lift ne ek aur jhatka diya. Geeti balance kho baithi. Usne socha bagah nahi, sirf kisi solid cheez ka — aur uske haath Ramu Kaka ke chest aur shoulder par chale gaye. Woh unse chipak gayi, scared hug, pure jism se. Maroon saree ka soft fabric unki faded shirt pe press hua. Uska sweaty, soft body — office heat se chipchipa, coconut lotion aur halka paseena — Ramu Kaka ke pet aur chest se chipak gaya. Uski soft boobs sleeveless blouse ke through unke seene pe dab gayi, cleavage unki shirt ke buttons ke against warm weight ban gayi. Uski sweaty underarms unke shoulder ke qareeb open thin, soft aur salty smell ke saath. The heat and salt of her skin filled the small space.
Ramu Kaka ek second ke liye pathar ban gaye.



Geeti ko pehle sirf darr feel hua, phir uske neeche, against uski lower belly aur thigh, kuch sakht, garam, aur clearly male register hua. Ramu Kaka ka lund unki sasti pant mein hard ho chuka tha, aur woh uski soft pet aur saree ke folds ke against press kar raha tha. Geeti ki aankhein badi hui. Saans ruk si gayi. Andar ek poori movie chal gayi: Yeh unka lund hai. Mere against. Soft boobs unke seene pe. Main Manager hoon… aur main is chaprasi ke hard cock ko feel kar rahi hoon. Arjun ne mujhe adhoora chhoda tha — isliye yeh itna tezz lag raha hai. Sharam aayi. Thrill aayi. Hatne ka irada aaya — aur uske turant peeche woh half-open heat. Her clit throbbed hard against the damp fabric of her panties.
Usne unhe aur kareeb kheencha.
Dono haathon se unki shirt ki back pakad kar usne Ramu Kaka ko apne soft jism pe press kiya, jaise darr ke bahane heat nikal rahi ho. Uski soft breasts unke chest pe aur dab gayi; hard nipples sleeveless blouse ke through unki shirt ragad rahe the. Uski lower belly ne unke hard cock ko clearly feel kiya — thick, throbbing, precum se shayad thoda damp — aur usne hips ko halka sa aage diya taaki woh shape aur clear mehsoos ho. Soft moan uske hothon se nikal gaya, darr aur hawas mix. Andar woh khud se pooch rahi thi: Main kya kar rahi hoon? Main unhe kheench rahi hoon. Main unka lund feel karna chahti hoon. Soham… yeh bhi tumhare game ka hissa hai kya?
“Ma’am…” Ramu Kaka ki awaaz toot si gayi. Unke haath pehle air mein the, phir soft, hesitant, uski kamar par aa gaye — saree ke upar, soft waist, waist chain ke edge ko ungliyon se feel karte hue. Jab unhone mehsoos kiya ki Geeti unhe hata nahi rahi, balki kheench rahi hai, unka touch thoda bold hua. Unhone uski soft kamar ko sehlaaya, phir haath upar slide kiya — saree blouse ke side se, uski ribs ke soft curve par, phir uske soft breast ke under-side ko bahar se, cloth ke through, dheere se cup kiya. Soft play, jaise wo maalum nahi kar rahe hon ki Manager ko chhoo rahe hain. Her breast filled his palm through the thin blouse, nipple hard against his fingers.
Geeti ne unka haath nahi hataya. Usne sirf aankhein band ki aur soft saans li. Woh chhoo rahe hain. Mere soft breast ko. Unki gandi nazar ab haath ban gayi hai. Main rok sakti hoon… par mera jism keh raha hai aur.
Ramu Kaka ka muh uske sleeveless shoulder ke qareeb tha. Uski sweaty soft underarm unki nose ke bilkul paas thi — garam, salty, womanly. Unhone ek second rukkar, phir dheere se us soft sweaty armpit ko jeebh se lick kiya — ek soft, wet stroke, phir dusra, uske soft skin ko taste karte hue. Geeti ke jism mein current daud gaya. Soft moan uske gale se nikal gaya, bilkul clear, “Ahh… Ramu Kaka…” Uski panty saree ke neeche already geeli thi; clit throb kar raha tha; soft breasts unke haath aur chest ke beech crush ho rahe the. Andar uska dimaag scramble kar raha tha: Woh meri underarm chaat rahe hain. Meri paseene wali soft skin. Yeh sasta hai, ghinona hona chahiye… par main moan kar rahi hoon. Main unhe aur kareeb kheench rahi hoon. The wet drag of his tongue on her salty skin made her pussy clench and leak more.
Ramu Kaka ne uski soft underarm ko phir se halka suck kiya, jeebh se circle kiya, paseene ka taste lete hue, aur dusre haath se uske soft breast ko blouse ke through knead kiya — soft, slow, hungry. Unka hard cock uski soft thigh aur pet ke against grind kar raha tha, pant cloth ke through full shape. Geeti ne unke baalon mein ungliyan nahi diin — status ka darr ab bhi tha — lekin usne unka head apne shoulder pe hold kiya aur unhe aur kareeb kheencha, soft boobs unke muh ke qareeb press karti hui. Dirty hint uski awaaz mein thi, unclear, soft:
“Itni… garmi hai… aap bhi paseena… main bhi… lift kab khulegi pata nahi.”



Matlab clear nahi tha — garmi ka bahana, ya unhe aur chhoone ka invite. Andar woh clear thi: Main invite de rahi hoon bina invite ke. Agar yeh lift aur der ruki… toh main unka haath neeche jaane dungi ya nahi? Ramu Kaka ne “Ji Ma’am…” panted voice mein kaha, lekin unka muh uske soft cleavage ki taraf khisak gaya. Unhone us deep neck ke upar soft open-mouth kiss diya, jeebh se milky skin lick kiya, aur soft breast ke upper curve ko blouse ke edge se thoda aur kholte hue lick kiya. Geeti ki saans toot gayi. Soft moan dobara — “Mmm… dheere…” — jaise woh rok bhi rahi ho, invite bhi kar rahi ho. Dheere… matlab ruk jao, ya dheere chusoh? Main khud nahi jaanti. Her wetness was soaking through now, the fabric of her panties clinging to her swollen clit.
Ek full minute, maybe zyada, cabin peeli light mein unke beech yeh soft, dirty, unexpected semi-sex chalta raha — soft boobs press, hard cock grind, sweaty armpit lick, soft breast play through cloth, uske soft moans, unki heavy breath. Geeti flushed thi, shy thi, bold thi, geeli thi. Har second woh unki nazar aur touch ko andar register kar rahi thi: Chaprasi. Mere soft jism pe. Hard. Hungry. Aur main… main enjoy kar rahi hoon. The continuous grind of his hard cock against her soft belly and the wet sucking on her underarm kept pushing her closer to the edge even without direct touch below.



Phir lift ne jerk kiya. Lights full on. Cabin ne neeche move karna shuru kiya. Display ground dikhane laga.
Geeti ne jaise bijli chhoo li ho. Woh jhatke se peeche hati, pallu chest pe kheencha, blouse theek kiya, lekin uski soft cleavage ab bhi heaving thi aur nipples sleeveless blouse mein obvious the. Uski underarm ab bhi thodi wet thi unki jeebh se. Andar sharam ki ek badi lehar aayi: Kya kiya maine? Lobby ab khulegi. Koi dekh sakta hai. Ramu Kaka ne bhi peeche step liya; unki pant mein bulge clear tha, face paseene se chamak raha tha, hoth thode shiny, aankhein guilt aur hawas se bhari. Dono ne ek doosre ko ek second dekha — Geeti ne unki nazar mein khud ko soft, sweaty, half-undone Manager ki tarah padha — phir doors ground pe khul gaye.
Lobby ki normal awaazein aa gayi. Geeti ka chehra laal tha, sharam se, aur uske hoth thode kaampe. Usne bag adjust kiya aur awaaz ko control karke kaha,
“Sorry, Ramu Kaka. Main… main darr gayi thi. Lift rukte hi… hug ho gaya. Maine jaan-bujhkar nahi… matlab, darr ke maare.” Hint ab bhi unclear thi — sorry ke peeche woh pull-close aur soft moan dono chhupe the. Andar woh jaanti thi ki yeh poori sachchai nahi thi. Her panties were still soaked, the wet fabric cool against her heated skin now that they were apart.
Ramu Kaka ne aankhein neeche ki, phir uski taraf ek quick dirty glance diya — soft boobs, sweaty armpit, uske moan ki yaad — aur haklate hue kaha, “Its okay, Ma’am. Aap darr gayi thi. Koi baat nahi. Main… main samajhta hoon.” Unki awaaz mein respect thi, lekin neeche ab bhi hunger chal raha tha. Woh tray ko kamar ke aage rakhkar bulge chhupane ki koshish kar rahe the. Geeti ne woh glance feel kiya. Woh ab bhi dekh raha hai. Aur main ab bhi us nazar ke neeche geeli hoon.
Woh corridor ki taraf badhi. Legs thodi shaky; saree ka crotch warm damp; soft breasts unke haath ki pressure yaad kar rahe the; underarm par unki jeebh ka wet memory. Flushed, sharmaati, aur andar gandi baat ghoom rahi thi — Ramu Kaka ka hard lund, uska soft body play, aur yeh ki usne khud unhe kheencha tha. Every step made the damp fabric of her panties shift against her still-throbbing clit.
Cabin se pehle uska collarbone paseene se chamak raha tha jab Raghavan corridor se nikle — crisp shirt, boss wali calm.



“Geeti, theek ho?” Raghavan ne rukkar pucha. Unki nazar ek second ke liye uske flushed face aur sleeveless blouse ki heaving cleavage par gayi, phir professional ho gayi. Geeti ne woh nazar padhi. Sir bhi dekh rahe hain. Flushed face. Soft chest. Kya woh samajh rahe hain ki main darr se laal hoon, ya kisi aur cheez se? “Lift stuck hui thi kya? Maintenance ne ping bheja tha.”
Geeti ne muh pe normal smile laane ki koshish ki, lekin gaal ab bhi laal the. “Haan, sir. Thodi der. Main… thoda darr gayi thi. Ab theek hai.”
Raghavan ne soft nod diya, awaaz console wali soft authority. “Geeti, paani piyo. Aaj office ka pressure zyada tha. Home jaao — kal dekhte hain.” Unhone uska shoulder lightly touch nahi kiya — sirf door ki taraf ishara kiya — lekin unki aankhon mein wohi quiet notice tha. Geeti ne andar socha: Woh pass nahi kar rahe. Abhi nahi. Par unki nazar soft thi… jaise meri restless body unhe bhi padh aa rahi ho.
“Thank you, sir. Files kal.” Geeti ki awaaz thodi soft thi. Woh bathroom gayi, mirror mein apna flushed face dekha — messy pallu, heat-swollen look, deep maroon sleeveless blouse mein soft boobs ab bhi restless, underarm thodi shiny — aur apni panty check ki. Geeli. Usne ek gehri saans li. Security ki nazar. Clerk ki nazar. Raghavan sir ki nazar. Ramu Kaka ki nazar aur jeebh. Sab ne aaj mujhe soft maal ki tarah padha. Aur main… main un nazron ke neeche khul rahi hoon, bina poori tarah diye. Sharam aur thrill dono nigle, phir bag uthaya aur bank se nikal gayi.

[Joker44]

Raghavan ki console ke baad Geeti bank ke glass door se bahar nikli, lekin uska jism office ke saath nahi nikla tha. Lift wali peeli emergency light ab bhi uske dimaag mein jal rahi thi, aur uske saath Ramu Kaka ki soft jeebh uski sweaty underarm par, unka hard cock uske soft belly ke against, aur unke haath jo blouse ke through uske breast ko knead kar rahe the. Yeh memories uske skin pe chipki hui thin jaise koi second blouse. Her nipples were still hard under the maroon fabric, and her panties were already damp from the earlier lift heat.
Usne deep maroon sleeveless chiffon saree mein bank chhoda tha. Pallu uske garam jism se chipka hua tha. Soft breasts ke nipples blouse ke thin cloth mein hard outline de rahe the. Panty pehle se damp thi, aur har kadam pe soft thighs ke beech ragad usse yaad dilati thi ki woh abhi bhi half-open heat mein hai. Woh flushed thi. Gaal laal the. Andar ghoom raha tha: Main Manager hoon. Maine ek chaprasi ko apne soft jism pe kheencha. Aur main ab bhi geeli hoon. Every step made the wet fabric shift against her swollen clit.
Bus stop ki taraf chalhte hue usne pallu theek kiya, lekin body theek nahi hua. Har kadam pe Ramu ka lick wapas aa jata tha. Woh control karna chahti thi — ghar jaakar sirf “lift stuck thi” bolna chahti thi — par uska clit saree ke neeche throb kar raha tha. The dampness was spreading, sticky and warm between her thighs.
Bus stop par bheed kam thi. Board pe chalk notice tha: purani route blocked, diversion, naya rasta lamba, time zyada. Jab bus aayi toh woh chadh gayi aur window ke paas middle seat pakdi, bag godi mein, pallu soft chest pe. Bus divert hui — industrial stretch, kam stops, kam log. Har stop pe log utarte gaye. Geeti phone blank stare karti rahi; andar sirf Ramu ka breast cup, sweaty armpit lick, precum damp soft pet pe. Usne jaanghein dabaayi. Panty aur geeli. Soft moan almost hothon pe aaya; usne lip bite karke rok liya. The pressure of her thighs made her clit pulse harder.
Do teen stops aise hi guzre. Tabhi naya stop aaya, doors khule, aur ek mard chadhha.
Geeti ki nazar magnet se khich gayi. Wahi mazdoor — dhool, faded shirt, raw paseena aur sasti bidi ki boo jo uske French perfume se pehle bhi takra chuki thi. Wahi mard jisne pehli baar bheed mein uske hips pe bulge press kiya tha, aur doosri baar waist chain chhu kar neck chaat kar usse seat pe climax karwa diya tha. Woh door ke paas khada ho gaya. Unki aankhein mili. Her breath caught; her pussy clenched once at the memory of his rough hands.
Geeti ka dil dhol ban gaya. Pehle ghin — yeh wahi sadak-chaap — phir dirty thrill, kyunki Ramu ke baad jism pehle se open tha. Mazdoor ki nazar uske maroon sleeveless blouse, soft cleavage, flushed face par dirty phisli. Geeti ne pallu kheencha, window dekha, saans tezz. Woh dekh raha hai jaise jaanta ho main aaj geeli utri hoon. The way his eyes lingered on her hard nipples through the thin blouse made fresh wetness leak into her panties.
Kai stops tak woh door khada raha. Bus aur khali hoti gayi. Geeti ki horniness silent badhti gayi. Tirchi nazar pe woh ghoor raha hota — horny, dirty, patient — jeans mein bulge soft nahi. Main aage kyun nahi jaati? Par woh nahi uthi. She kept pressing her thighs together, chasing the friction.
Phir woh dheere qareeb aaya. Geeti uthi aur last corner seat pe chali gayi — peeche end seat, khidki against, jahan pehle chain post ki thi. Agle stop pe bus almost khali: driver, door pe conductor, peeche yeh do. Mazdoor dheere aaya aur bilkul bagal mein baith gaya, shoulder to shoulder. Rough shirt uske sleeveless bare shoulder se chipak gayi. Geeti ne window dekha. Engine, unki bhaari saans, soft thigh rough jean se ek inch door. The heat of his body against her arm made her skin prickle.




Ek minute khamoshi ke baad mazdoor dheemi gandi awaaz mein bola, “Memsahab… last time jo humne kiya, main ab tak nahi bhool paya. Aapko roz Insta pe dekha hai, par mann nahi bharta. Kin aapki jaisi gori mem kabhi mere jaisa gareeb ke haath mein hogi.”
Geeti ki saans atak gayi. Is baar woh chup nahi rahi. Kaanpti soft awaaz mein bola, “Yahan… yahan mat bolo. Driver sun lega. Last time bhi… main pagal ho gayi thi.” Her voice was already thick.
Mazdoor halka sa hansaa, tambaku saans uske soft shoulder pe. “Driver door hai, memsahab. Yeh peeche sunata nahi. Aapki awaaz toh pehli baar sun raha hoon itni qareeb… kitni soft hai.” Usne dheere qareeb aakar rough haath uski soft thigh par rakha, saree upar se. “Body toh pehle se garam hai. Bank se aayi ho na? Paseena aa raha hai.” His fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her thigh through the thin saree.
Geeti ne soft saans li, haath hatane ki koshish adhoori. “Haat… haath hatao. Main Manager hoon. Tum… tum aise nahi chhoo sakte.” Par awaaz mein dum kam tha, aur soft moan uske “haath hatao” ke peeche chipak gaya jab uski ungliyan soft thigh ko squeeze kiya. “Ahh… dheere…” The squeeze sent a fresh pulse of wetness between her legs.
“Dheere hi toh kar raha hoon, memsahab,” usne kaan ke paas fusfusaya. Usne soft waist pakdi, gold chain feel ki, phir soft breast ko blouse ke bahar se press kiya — full rough palm, slow knead. Geeti ka moan clear nikla: “Mmmhh… ahhh… mat… wahan…” Her nipple hardened instantly under his palm through the thin cloth.




“Wahan hi toh soft hai,” usne kaha aur uski neck pe muh rakh diya — soft open-mouth kiss, phir jeebh se sweat lick. Geeti ka jism kaanpa. “Ahhh… fuck… aap… aap phir se chaat rahe ho…” Usne almost giggle-moan mix kiya, sharam se. “Ramu… matlab… aaj pehle bhi kisi ne… nahi, mat poocho.” The wet drag of his tongue on her salty neck made her clit throb hard.
Mazdoor ne soft breast aur kas ke dabaya. “Jo bhi pehle chaata, usse tez chaatunga.” Usne dubara neck lick kiya; Geeti ki awaaz toot kar “Ahhhh… hmmph…” ban gayi, panty soak. Dirty smell — paseena, bidi, matti — uske perfume mein mil kar usse aur horny bana raha tha. Her hips shifted forward on the seat without her permission.
“Bas… bas kiss mat…” Geeti ne kaha, lekin jab usne soft chin pakad kar jeebh uske muh mein dhakeli, toh usne pehle “Nnh—” kaha aur phir soft lips khol diye. Tambaku flavour uski juicy jeebh pe faila. Woh freeze hui, phir kiss return kiya, moaning into his mouth: “Mmm… mmmhh…” Mazdoor uski jeebh chaat raha tha; bahar se boobs press, nipples cloth se pinch. Geeti kiss todkar panted, “Yeh… yeh galat flavour hai… tambaku… ahhh—” Usne wapas uska muh pakad liya aur khud deep kiss diya, soft moan continuous. Her tongue slid against his, tasting the cheap tobacco and wanting more.
Usne lower lip bite kiya. Geeti chillayi soft, “Ahhh— wait!” Dono haath uske chest pe rakh kar usse peeche dhakela, swollen lips, watery aankhein, pallu theek karti hui. “Enough. Bas. Itna kaafi hai. Main… main ghar jaana hai.” Her breasts were heaving, nipples aching.
Mazdoor ruk gaya, aankhein hungry. “Memsahb, bas ek baar. Mere jaise garib ko aap jaisi gori Mem kabhi naseeb nahi hoti. Abhi yeh mauka nahi milega. Thoda khush kar dijiye.”
Geeti panted, horny, pity-kink andar: Yeh aadmi kabhi meri jaisi aurat haath nahi laga payega. Isliye taras raha hai. Manager hoon — aur is garib ke liye main mauka. “Tum… samajhte nahi,” usne soft kaha. “Agar kisi ne dekh liya… mera naukar… mera ghar…”




“Koi nahi dekh raha, memsahab. Bas aap aur main.” Usne uska soft haath pakda aur pant zipper ki taraf liya. Geeti ne dekha jab dark, bada, lamba, throbbing lund bahar aaya — veins, precum shine, dirty raw smell. Usne uska soft haath shaft par rakh diya. The heat of it against her palm made her breath hitch.
Geeti ne touch kiya aur soft “Ohh…” nikal gaya. “Itna… garam hai. Main… main haath se hi…” Usne dheere stroke shuru kiya, precum thumb se failati hui. Mazdoor moan kiya, “Ahh, memsahab… aapke soft haath…” The slick of his precum made her fingers glide easily.
“Chup,” Geeti ne whispered, flush deep. “Awaaz mat nikaalo… ahhh, yeh throb… mere haath mein…” She kept stroking, feeling every pulse.
Achanak usne uska muh dark cock ki taraf press kiya. Geeti jhatke se peeche hati, “Nahi! Muh nahi. Main nahi choosungi. Sirf haath—” Smell ne hit kiya; muh adha khula; gulp. “Yeh… yeh smell… main nahi kar sakti.” The musky, salty scent filled her nose and made her mouth water despite herself.
“Ahh, Memsahb, chuso. Muh mein. Ahhh. Please. Ek baar.” Haath soft baalon mein, hungry push.
Geeti ne pehle clearly hesitate kiya. Soft face dark tip se ek inch door, aankhein badi, “Main Manager hoon… main yeh… ice cream nahi hai yeh…” Phir, horny jeet gayi, usne pehle sirf jeebh bahar nikaali aur tip ko ice cream ki tarah slow long lick kiya — root side se tip tak, phir tip ke precum hole pe circle. Taste weird tha — salty, musky, thoda bitter, dirty — uske hothon pe weird baith gaya. Usne soft face banaaya, “Weird… taste weird hai…” Lekin uski aankhein us dark tip pe hi thin, aur kyunki woh horny thi, usne turant doosri lick ki, teesri, jaise ice cream melt ho raha ho, “Par… ahhh… aur chahiye. Weird hai, par main… main aur chahti hoon.” The taste coated her tongue and she kept going back for more.
Mazdoor ki awaaz toot gayi, “Memsahab… ahhh… aise hi… chaato…”



Geeti ne soft lips tip pe seal kiye, pehle sirf head, hesitant suck — ek soft pull, phir peeche, spit string. “Nahi… ruk… main nahi…” Usne dobara peeche hati, saans li, soft breasts heaving. Phir khud aage jhuki aur proper BJ shuru kiya — soft juicy mouth se middle tak liya, cheeks hollow, wet chap-chap sound, jeebh underside pe. “Mmmph… mmmhh…” moan cock ke around. Spit se shaft shiny. Ek soft haath base stroke, muh tip-middle bob. The wet sounds were loud in the empty bus.
Mazdoor ne uske soft baalon mein haath rakha aur doosra haath uske soft boobs pe — pehle blouse ke upar se kas ke press, knead, “Ahh mem, soft doodh…” Phir usne maroon sleeveless blouse ke deep neck se rough haath andar slide kiya, bra cup ke under, seedha soft bare breast pe. Geeti ke muh se cock ke around loud muffled moan nikal gaya: “Mmmphhh— ahhh—” Jab uski ungliyan bare nipple pinch kiye andar blouse ke, Geeti ne thodi der suck rok diya, spit lips pe, panted, “Andar… haath… ahhh, nipple… mat pinch… ahhh fuck… phir se…” Usne khud muh wapas dark cock pe khiska diya aur proper hungry BJ resume kiya — deeper, wetter, ice-cream wali long tongue strokes ke beech full suck, weird taste ko horny hokar chase karti hui. Her bare breasts filled his rough palms, nipples hard and sensitive under his pinching fingers.
“Memsahab aapki soft mouth… ahhh chooso… aise…” Mazdoor dono soft bare breasts andar blouse mein knead kar raha tha jab woh uska lund choos rahi thi. Geeti ke soft moans continuous the: “Mmm… ahhh… mmmph… kitna… thick… ahhh…” Soft gag jab tip aur andar gaya, phir wapas, spit chin pe, “Wait… wait… ahhh nahi rukungi…” aur dobara full wet suck. Soft breasts uske rough haathon mein blouse ke andar hil rahe the; nipples hard; panty ruin. Every suck made her clit throb in time with her mouth.
“Memsahab… main… ahh nikalne wala—”



Geeti ne soft aankhein upar uthayi, muh bhara, moan “Mmmhh!” — aur usne head hold karke cum release kiya, thick salty hot jets seedha muh mein. Geeti ne pehle shock moan kiya, “Nnh—!” Phir soft throat se swallow kiya, jo bacha hoth chin pe white. Mazdoor jerk hua, soft curse, seat pe peeche gir sa gaya, saans phooli, khush. The taste flooded her mouth, thick and hot, and she kept swallowing even as it overflowed.
Geeti peeche soft giri, muh wipe, pallu theek, blouse andar se theek karti hui kyunki uske haath ab bhi uske soft bare breasts ki yaad pe the. Soft swollen lips, wet eyes, heaving cleavage, soaked panty. Mazdoor dekh raha tha jaise temple jeeta ho. Her jaw ached slightly and the salty taste lingered on her tongue.
“Meri toh jaan ki safar ho gayi, memsahab,” usne haanfte kaha. Crumpled paper slip — number — uske soft haath mein dabaya. “Aapko kabhi meri zaroorat ho, kuch bhi ho, main aa jaunga.” Stop aaya. Pant theek karke utra, last dirty smile.
Geeti akeli peeche reh gayi. Bus aage badhi. Muh mein weird salty taste ab bhi; blouse ke andar nipples ab bhi uske pinch se throb; haath mein slip. Woh processing karti rahi, soft awaaz mein almost khud se: “Maine… maine usse baat ki. Maine chaata ice cream ki tarah. Taste weird tha… aur maine aur maanga. Uske haath mere blouse ke andar the jab main… choos rahi thi.” Sharam, shock, throb. Window andhera; andar sweaty ruined Manager face. Her panties were completely soaked, the fabric clinging to her swollen, sensitive clit with every bump of the bus.

[Joker44]

Subah Geeti ki aankh Soham se pehle khuli. Raat ka climax aur Arjun ka "Main intezaar karunga" ab bhi uske jism mein halki si garmi ki tarah baitha hua tha. Usne chai banayi, do cup lekar bedroom mein aayi aur Soham ke bagal mein baith gayi. Bus ki baat uske hothon tak bhi nahi aayi. Woh raaz ab uska tha, aur uska rehne wala tha. Her thighs still felt sticky from the night before, a faint throb between them reminding her of everything she had done.
Soham ne aankhein malte hue cup liya. Geeti ne kuch der chup rehkar uski taraf dekha, phir dheemi lekin saaf awaaz mein kaha, "Soham, main ready hoon."
Soham ka haath cup pe ruk gaya. "Ready matlab?"
"Matlab woh sab jo tum chahte the. Woh naya safar." Usne nazar neeche ki, phir dobara uski aankhon mein dekha. "Aaj raat Arjun ne nightclub bulaya hai. Main jaana chahti hoon."
Soham kuch second tak bas usse dekhta raha. Uske chehre pe pehle hairaani aayi, phir ek dheemi, garam muskaan. Usne cup side mein rakha aur uska haath pakda. "Agar tum sach mein is naye life ko apnana chahti ho, toh tumhara look bhi badalna hoga. Aaj hum shopping pe chalenge. Tumhare liye naye kapde, naya hairstyle, aur ek bilkul fresh look."
Geeti ke pet mein titliyan si udi. "Naya look? Kya socha hai tumne?"
"Kuch aisa jo tumhare andar ki bold Geeti ko bahar laaye," Soham ne kaha. "Aisi Geeti jise dekh ke club mein sabki nazar ruk jaaye."
Dopahar tak woh dono shehar ke sabse bade mall mein the. Soham ne kapde khud chune, aur Geeti ko yeh dekh ke ajeeb sa nasha hua ki uska pati uske liye woh kapde utha raha tha jo doosre mard ki aankhon ke liye the. Pehle sarees aayi, chiffon aur satin ki, deep-neck sleeveless blouse wali, jo traditional bhi lagti thi aur bilkul sexy bhi. Phir western section mein Soham ne short dresses, deep-neck tops aur tight skirts haath mein thamaaye. Trial room ke parde ke peeche jab Geeti ne ek tight black skirt pehni aur mirror mein apni gol, bhari gaand ka shape dekha, toh woh khud sharma gayi. Bahar se Soham ki awaaz aayi, "Dikhao na." Usne parda thoda sarkaaya, aur Soham ki aankhon mein jo bhookh dikhi, usse uski panty halki si geeli ho gayi. The tight fabric hugged her ass so hard she could feel every curve, and the way Soham stared made fresh wetness gather between her legs.



Phir designer section mein Soham ek mannequin ke saamne ruk gaya. Uspe ek tight-fitted designer saree thi, wine-gold shade ki, itni patli aur chipakne wali ki har curve saaf dikhe, aur saath mein ek seductive blouse, deep neck, sleeveless, peeche se sirf do patli dori. "Aaj raat yeh," Soham ne bas itna kaha. Geeti ne blouse ko chhua aur uski ungliyan kaanp gayi. Isme toh mera aadha jism bahar hoga. Lekin usne mana nahi kiya. Just imagining the thin dori against her bare back made her nipples stiffen under her current top.
Billing ke waqt Soham ne ek chhota sa black bag alag se pakda hua tha. Geeti ne poocha toh usne aankh maari, "Thoda spice hona chahiye na, baby." Geeti samajh gayi ki usmein kya hai, aur uske gaal laal ho gaye. The thought of the small toys inside that bag made her clit pulse once.
Mall ke baad Soham use ek posh beauty parlour le gaya. Wahan Geeti ka poora transformation hua. Baal kandhon ke neeche tak layers mein kaate gaye aur unmein halka sa brown-honey colour daala gaya jo roshni mein chamakta tha. Pehle full body waxing hui, aur jab beautician ki ungliyan uski jaanghon ke andar tak gayi, toh Geeti ne aankhein band kar li aur socha, Yeh sab aaj raat kisi aur ke haathon ke liye ho raha hai. Phir bold makeup hua, smoky aankhein, lambi palkein, aur gehri nude-wine lipstick. Jab woh kursi se uthi aur mirror mein khud ko dekha, toh woh pehchaan nahi paayi. "Yeh main hoon?" usne dheere se kaha. Her freshly waxed skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of air against her thighs making her aware of how bare she was underneath.
Soham peeche aakar khada ho gaya aur uske kaan mein bola, "Ab lag rahi ho meri bold, sexy queen."



Aakhri stop jewellery shop tha. Soham ne patli gold chains aur chhote delicate earrings chune. Jab Geeti mirror ke saamne earrings try kar rahi thi, Soham ne peeche se uski kurti ke neeche haath le jaakar uski kamar pe pehle se bandhi patli gold kamarband ko chhua, wahi jo usne ek raat ghar pe velvet box se nikaal ke khud baandhi thi aur jo Geeti ne tab se kabhi nahi utaari. Woh halke se muskuraaya aur uske kaan mein bola, "Yeh sab tumhare naye safar ka hissa hai. Inhe pehno aur har pal ko feel karo." Geeti ne uski ungli apni kamar pe mehsoos ki aur uski saans atak gayi. His fingers lingered on the thin chain, sliding just under the edge of her top, and she had to press her thighs together to hide the sudden wetness.
Shaam ko ghar pe Geeti bedroom mein akeli taiyaar hui. Pehle naha kar usne nayi waxed skin pe body lotion lagaaya, jo ab silk ki tarah chikni thi. Phir usne naya black lace bra pehna, jo uske gore boobs ko upar utha ke aur bhara bana raha tha, aur matching chhoti si lace panty. Petticoat kamar se kaafi neeche baandha, naabhi ke bhi neeche. Phir woh seductive blouse pehna. Deep neck se cleavage ki gehri lakeer saaf dikh rahi thi, aur peeche sirf do dori thi, toh uski poori chikni peeth nangi thi. The lace bra pushed her breasts so high the soft upper curves spilled slightly above the deep neckline, and the thin dori strings left almost her entire back bare and cool.
Usne designer saree lapeti. Kapda itna patla aur tight tha ki uske hips aur gaand ka gol shape chalte waqt har kadam pe ubhar raha tha. Pallu usne patla karke ek kandhe pe daala, taaki blouse aur cleavage chhupe nahi. Pleats ke beech se uski chikni, sapaat kamar khuli thi, aur us pe wahi patli gold kamarband, jo usne tab se kabhi nahi utaari, halke se jhool rahi thi, naabhi ke theek upar chamakti hui. Every movement made the tight fabric drag across her freshly waxed skin and the thin lace panty underneath.




Kaanon mein naye earrings, gale mein patli chain, aur uske neeche mangalsutra jo usne utaara nahi. Haathon mein gold bangles, pairon mein silver payal, aur heels. Naye honey-brown baal khule chhode aur ek taraf kandhe pe gira diye. Aakhir mein gardan aur cleavage ke beech French perfume lagaaya. The scent settled into the warm valley of her cleavage and along her bare back.
Phir woh full-length mirror ke saamne khadi hui. Ek pal ke liye usne khud ko bas dekha. Ek bank wali, sanskari patni, aur ab yeh, ek tight saree mein lipti aurat jiski kamar, peeth aur cleavage sab bulaawa de rahe the, aur jo aaj raat kisi aur mard se milne ja rahi thi. Kal tak main bus mein ek anjaan mazdoor ke saamne kaanp rahi thi. Aaj main khud chal ke ja rahi hoon. Usne dheere se ghoom ke apni nangi peeth dekhi, jahan sirf blouse ki dori thi, aur neeche waist chain pleats ke upar chamak rahi thi. Usne halke se hoth kaate. Woh khoobsurat lag rahi thi. Woh gandi lag rahi thi. Aur use dono achhe lag rahe the. Looking at the thin strings barely covering her bare back and the way the tight saree outlined every curve of her ass made her pussy clench hard.
Darwaze pe Soham khada tha. Woh kab aaya, Geeti ko pata nahi chala. Woh peeche se usse dekh raha tha, mirror mein uska chehra aur saamne uski nangi peeth. Uska gala sookh gaya. Shaadi ke itne saalon mein usne Geeti ko kabhi aise nahi dekha tha. Sharmili, office jaane wali Geeti aaj ek aisi aurat ban chuki thi jise dekh ke koi bhi mard pagal ho jaaye. Aur woh taiyaar ho rahi thi kisi aur mard ke liye. Maine kabhi socha nahi tha meri biwi aisi dikhegi, aur yeh sab kisi aur mard ke liye. Is khayal se Soham ke pyjame mein uska lund ek dum se sakht ho gaya, itna ki use dard sa hua. The outline of his hard cock was clear against the thin fabric as he stared at her bare back and the way the saree clung to her ass.
Woh dheere se andar aaya aur Geeti ke peeche khada ho gaya. Mirror mein dono ki nazrein mili. Geeti ne uski aankhon mein bhookh, jalan aur garv teeno ek saath dekhe. Soham ne apne haath uski nangi kamar pe rakhe, waist chain ke upar, aur khud ko uske peeche halke se dabaaya. Geeti ne apni gaand pe uska sakht lund mehsoos kiya aur ek dheemi saans chhodi. "Soham…" The thick heat of him pressed right into the soft curve of her ass through the thin saree, and she had to bite her lip to stay still.
"Maine kabhi socha nahi tha tum aisi lag sakti ho," usne bhaari awaaz mein kaha. Uske hoth uski nangi peeth pe, blouse ki dori ke paas ruke. "Aur tum ja rahi ho… usse milne."
Geeti ne mirror mein usse dekha aur halke se muskuraayi. "Tumhi ne toh chuni thi yeh saree."
Soham ne uski kamar aur kas ke pakdi. "Haan. Aur ab mujhse control nahi ho raha." His fingers dug slightly into the soft skin just above the waist chain, and the hard length of him throbbed against her.
Geeti ne uska haath dheere se hataaya, ghoom ke uske gaal pe ek halka sa kiss kiya taaki lipstick kharaab na ho, aur kaan mein fusfusaayi, "Aaj nahi. Aaj raat sirf dekhna." Uske andar ek awaaz aayi, Aaj raat main sirf uski patni nahi rahungi. The promise in her own words made her clit throb again under the thin lace.
Soham ne gaadi ki chaabi uthaayi. "Chalo. Main tumhe club tak le chalta hoon, aur wahin rahunga. Door se."
Geeti ne ek baar aur mirror mein khud ko dekha, waist chain ko seedha kiya, pallu kandhe pe theek kiya, aur uske saath darwaze ki taraf chal padi. Soham ka lund ab bhi sakht tha, aur dimaag mein bas ek hi baat ghoom rahi thi ki aaj raat woh khud apni biwi ko kisi aur mard ke paas chhodne ja raha tha. Every step in the tight saree made the fabric shift across her waxed skin and the damp lace between her thighs.




Shaam ke saat baj chuke the, lekin bedroom mein abhi tak sirf dressing table ki peeli roshni jal rahi thi. Khidki ke bahar shehar dheere dheere apni raat ki chamak pehen raha tha, aur andar Geeti full-length mirror ke saamne sirf towel mein khadi thi. Uske baal abhi bhi thode geele the, aur gardan se ek boond phisal ke uske seene ki lakeer mein kahin gum ho gayi. Usne us boond ko jaate hue dekha, jaise pehli baar apne hi jism ko kisi aur ki nazar se dekh rahi ho. The water droplet slid between her breasts and disappeared into the soft valley, and she felt her nipples tighten just from watching it.

Bed pe sab kuch tarteeb se rakha tha. Ek taraf woh designer saree, tah ki hui, jiska rang lamp ki roshni mein gehre wine jaisa chamak raha tha, bilkul waise jaise glass mein red wine ka pehla ghoont chamakta hai. Uske kinaare pe patli si sunehri zari ki border thi, itni patli ki sirf roshni padne pe dikhti thi. Uske bagal mein black satin ka petticoat, woh chhota sa blouse jise dekh ke dopahar mein trial room mein uski ungliyan kaanpi thi, aur ek chhoti si black box jismein naya lace ka set tha. Aur sabse aakhir mein, dressing table ke kone pe, Soham ka diya hua ek chhota sa black velvet pouch, jo usne abhi tak khola nahi tha. Soham ne kaha tha, "Woh main khud dunga. Jab tum poori taiyaar ho jaogi."

Geeti ne towel ki gaanth dheeli ki aur woh uske pairon mein gir gaya. Mirror mein ek nangi aurat khadi thi, aaj subah ki waxing ke baad itni chikni ki lamp ki roshni uski jaanghon pe phisal rahi thi. Usne nazar churaani chahi, lekin churaayi nahi. *Yeh main hoon,* usne socha. *Aur aaj raat koi aur mard isi jism ko chhuega. Soham ke saamne nahi, Soham ki marzi se.* Us khayal se uske nipples apne aap sakht ho gaye, aur use khud pe sharam aayi ki ek khayal bhar se uska jism aise jawab de raha tha. Her freshly waxed skin felt almost too bare, every inch of her thighs and lower belly exposed and sensitive under the warm lamp light.

Usne body lotion hatheli pe liya aur pehle apni baahon pe, phir gardan pe, phir dheere dheere apne seene pe lagaaya. Lotion ki thandak aur uski apni hatheli ki garmi, dono ek saath. Jab uska haath apne pet se hote hue naabhi ke paas pahuncha, toh woh ruk gayi. Wahan, naabhi ke theek upar, Soham ki baandhi hui patli gold kamarband pehle se thi, uski chikni skin pe ek sunehri lakeer ki tarah. Usne use ungli se chhua. Kitni raatein usne isse pehne hue Soham ke neeche guzaari thi. Aaj yeh kisi aur ki ungliyon ke neeche chamkegi. Just brushing her fingers over the thin chain made a small pulse start between her legs.

Phir usne black box khola. Andar ka lace itna patla tha ki hatheli ke paar roshni dikh rahi thi. Pehle usne panty pehni. Woh chhoti si thi, aage se sirf ek patla sa lace ka tukda, aur peeche se uski gol gaand ka zyada tar hissa nanga hi chhod rahi thi. Jab lace uski chut ke hothon pe baitha, toh use ek halki si gudgudi hui, aur usne mehsoos kiya ki woh abhi se thodi geeli thi. *Abhi toh ghar se nikli bhi nahi, Geeti,* usne khud ko daanta. *Kya haal hoga wahan pahunch ke?* The thin lace settled right against her already slick folds, and she had to press her thighs together for a second to stop the soft throb.

Bra pehnte waqt uske haath peeche hook pe do baar phisle. Teesri baar hook laga. Black lace ke cups ne uske bhare, gore boobs ko neeche se utha ke ek doosre ki taraf dabaaya, aur beech mein ek gehri, lambi lakeer ban gayi jo pehle kabhi itni saaf nahi dikhti thi. Lace ke chhote chhote phoolon ke beech se uske gulaabi nipples ki halki si parchhaai jhalak rahi thi. Usne mirror mein khud ko ek taraf se dekha, phir doosri taraf se. Bra ka upar wala kinaara itna neeche tha ki zara sa jhukne pe sab kuch bahar aane ko taiyaar lagta tha. Her nipples were already stiff enough that the thin lace barely hid them.

Phir petticoat. Black satin, thanda, chikna. Usne naada kheencha aur gaanth baandhne lagi, aur phir ruk gayi. Aam taur pe woh petticoat naabhi pe baandhti thi, bank wali Geeti ki tarah, saleeke se. Aaj usne naada dheela kiya aur use neeche khiskaaya. Ek inch. Phir do. Phir tab tak jab tak naabhi ke neeche uske chikne pet ka ek chauda hissa khul nahi gaya, aur satin ka kinaara uske hip bones ke beech, uski chut se bas kuch hi ungliyon upar jaake ruka. Wahan usne gaanth baandhi. Mirror mein uski naabhi ab bilkul nangi thi, gehri aur gol, aur uske upar kamarband jhool rahi thi. *Itna neeche,* usne socha, aur uska gala sookh gaya. *Koi bhi dekhega toh samjhega yeh aurat kya chahti hai.* The low sit of the petticoat left so much bare skin that every breath made her aware of how exposed her lower belly was.

Ab blouse ki baari thi. Usne use haath mein liya aur ek pal bas dekhti rahi. Wine rang ka hi tha, saree se match karta, chamakdaar silk ka, bina baahon ka. Aage se uska gala itna gehra kata tha ki woh U nahi, lagbhag V ban jaata tha, aur peeche koi kapda tha hi nahi, sirf do patli dori, ek kandhe ke neeche aur ek kamar ke thoda upar, jinke sire pe chhote chhote sunehre latkan the. Usne blouse pehna aur aage ke hooks lagaaye. Kapda itna fitted tha ki har hook ke saath uske boobs aur upar uth rahe the. Aakhri hook lagaate hi usne saans chhodi, aur blouse ke gale ke kinaare se black lace bra ki ek patli si lakeer bahar jhaank uthi, wine rang ke silk ke saath kaale lace ka woh tukda jaise koi raaz jo chhupne se mana kar raha ho.

Usne use andar karne ki koshish ki. Phir ruk gayi. *Rehne do,* andar se ek awaaz aayi. *Soham ne bhi yahi chaaha tha. Aur shayad tum bhi.*

Peeche ki doriyan usse khud nahi bandh rahi thi. Usne haath peeche le jaake koshish ki, aur ungliyan apni hi nangi peeth pe phisal gayi. "Soham," usne awaaz di, aur phir turant pachhtaayi, kyunki woh abhi saree mein bhi nahi thi.

Soham darwaze pe aaya aur wahin ruk gaya. Usne kuch nahi kaha. Bas usse dekhta raha, ek blouse aur petticoat mein khadi apni biwi ko, jiski naabhi ke neeche tak sab nanga tha. Phir woh dheere se peeche aaya aur dono doriyan apni ungliyon mein li. Uski ungliyon ki halki si chhuan uski reedh ki haddi pe lagi aur Geeti ki poori peeth pe rongte khade ho gaye. Usne pehli dori baandhi, phir doosri, aur aakhir mein latkan ko uski peeth pe chhod diya. Ek pal ke liye usne apne hoth uske kandhe pe rakhe, phir bina kuch bole wapas chala gaya. Geeti mirror mein uski parchhaai ko jaate dekhti rahi. *Woh kuch bola kyun nahi?* Phir use samajh aaya. Woh bol hi nahi paaya tha. The brief touch of his lips on her bare shoulder left a warm spot that lingered.

Saree lapetne mein use hamesha das minute lagte the. Aaj bees lage. Usne pehle kinaara petticoat mein khonsa, us neeche wali gaanth ke paas, aur ek chakkar lagaaya. Kapda itna patla aur mulayam tha ki uske hips aur jaanghon se aise chipak gaya jaise geela ho. Pleats banaate waqt uski ungliyan baar baar galat ginti kar rahi thi. Saat pleats, phir aath, phir usne sab khol ke dobara banaayi. Jab aakhir mein usne pleats ko naabhi ke neeche khonsa, toh unke upar uska poora pet nanga tha, aur pleats ka sunehra kinaara uski chut ke itne paas tha ki har saans ke saath halka sa hilta tha. The thin fabric clung so tightly she could feel every shift against the lace panty underneath.

Pallu usne patla, lagbhag ek rassi jaisa karke, baayein kandhe pe daala. Woh uske seene ke beech se aise guzra ki ek boob poora blouse ke saath dikhta tha aur doosra bas ek jhalak ke peeche. Peeche woh uski nangi peeth pe lahra ke kamar tak jaata tha, aur jab woh ghoomi toh uski gaand ki golaai pe saree aise kasi hui thi ki beech ki lakeer tak ka shape saaf tha.

Phir zewar. Gale mein mangalsutra, jo usne kabhi nahi utaara tha aur aaj bhi nahi utaarega. Uske upar dopahar wali patli gold chain, jiska chhota sa pendant theek uski cleavage ki shuruaat pe aake ruka. Kaanon mein naye delicate earrings, jo har harkat pe halke se jhoolte the. Kalaiyon mein patli gold bangles, chaar chaar, jo khankte the. Aur pairon mein uski purani silver payal, dono pairon mein, jo shaadi ke baad se uski pehchaan thi.

Baal usne khule chhode. Naya honey-brown rang lamp ki roshni mein shahad ki tarah chamak raha tha. Usne unhe ek taraf daahine kandhe pe giraaya, taaki baayein taraf ki gardan, kandha aur pallu ke neeche ka seena sab khula rahe.

Aakhir mein lipstick. Woh dressing table pe jhuki, aur jhukte hi blouse ke andar se uske boobs aage aa gaye, aur mirror mein bra ka lace aur saaf dikhne laga. Usne gehri laal lipstick uthaayi, woh rang jo usne aaj se pehle kabhi nahi lagaaya tha, aur dhakkan khola.

Uska haath kaanp raha tha.

Usne lipstick ko neeche wale hoth pe rakha aur pehli lakeer kheenchi. Woh kinaare se thodi bahar chali gayi. Usne tissue se use poncha, gehri saans li, aur dobara shuru kiya. Is baar bhi haath kaanpa. Woh ruk gayi aur mirror mein apni aankhon mein dekha. Smoky kajal, lambi palkein, aur un aankhon mein ek darr jo uski apni thi aur ek chamak jo use pehchaan mein nahi aa rahi thi.

*Kya main sach mein ye kar rahi hoon?*

Sawaal uske andar kisi gehre kuen se goonjta hua aaya. Ek bank manager. Ek sanskari bahu. Ek aurat jo har somvaar ko mandir jaati thi, jiski saas har phone pe poochti thi ki khushkhabri kab de rahi ho. Aur woh aurat aaj raat naabhi ke neeche saree baandh ke, kaale lace ko blouse se jhaankne de ke, ek anjaan club mein ek doosre mard se milne ja rahi thi. Apne pati ki gaadi mein.

*Haan,* doosri awaaz ne kaha, jo dheemi thi lekin zyada sach thi. *Haan, tu kar rahi hai. Aur tu chahti hai.*

Usne kohni table pe tika di taaki haath ruk jaaye, aur teesri baar mein lipstick theek lagi. Upar ka hoth, phir neeche ka, phir dono ko halke se dabaaya. Mirror mein ek aurat thi jiske hoth kisi ko bulaa rahe the. Usne halke se apni jeebh hothon pe phiraayi aur phir khud hi sharma gayi. The deep red made her mouth look fuller, and she imagined how it would look later, swollen and smeared.

Perfume ki shishi sabse aakhir mein uthi. French perfume, jo Soham ne kabhi anniversary pe diya tha aur jo woh sirf khaas mauke pe lagaati thi. Usne ek spray gardan ke baayein taraf kiya, jahan baal nahi the. Ek kalaiyon pe. Aur phir, ek pal ruk ke, ek spray seedha apni cleavage ke beech, jahan pendant latak raha tha. Thandi dhundh uske boobs ke beech utri aur woh siski. Jasmine aur kuch garam, kuch kasturi jaisa, uske chaaron taraf phail gaya. *Agar woh wahan muh le jaayega, toh yahi khushboo milegi,* usne socha, aur us soch se uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosre se dab gayi. The cool mist settled between her breasts and the sudden pressure of her thighs made the thin lace shift against her already wet folds.

Woh peeche hati aur poora mirror dekha. Sir se pair tak. Wine rang ki saree, jo uske jism pe doosri skin jaisi thi. Naabhi ke neeche ki khuli, chikni kamar aur us pe chamakti kamarband. Gehra gala, kaala lace, cleavage ki lambi lakeer, pendant. Laal hoth. Khule baal. Aur uski aankhein, jo ab darri hui bhi thi aur bhookhi bhi


"Ready?" peeche se Soham ki awaaz aayi.
Woh kab wapas aaya tha, use pata nahi chala. Woh darwaze ki chaukhat se tika khada tha, haath mein woh black velvet pouch.
Geeti ne mirror mein hi uski taraf dekha. "Pata nahi," usne sach kaha. Her heart was already beating faster just from seeing the pouch in his hand.
Soham andar aaya. Woh uske peeche nahi ruka. Woh uske saamne aaya, aur phir, bina kuch kahe, dheere se uske pairon ke paas ghutno pe baith gaya.
Geeti ki saans ruk gayi. Shaadi ke itne saalon mein Soham ne kabhi aise ghutne nahi teke the, na mandir ke alawa kahin, na kisi ke saamne. Aur aaj woh uske pairon mein tha, uski taraf sir utha ke dekh raha tha, jaise koi pujaari jo devi ko sajaane baitha ho. The sight of him on his knees in front of her made a sudden heat spread low in her belly.
"Pair do," usne kaha.
Geeti ne saree ko thoda sa upar uthaaya, bas takhne tak, aur apna baaya pair aage kiya. Uski heel abhi pehni nahi thi, aur uska nanga, gora pair carpet pe tha, silver payal uske takhne pe chamakti hui. The thin saree fabric brushed against her bare calf as she lifted it, and she felt the cool air on her freshly waxed skin.
Soham ne pouch khola. Andar se ek patli si gold anklet nikli, itni naazuk ki uski hatheli mein lagbhag dikh hi nahi rahi thi, aur uske beech mein ek chhota sa charm latak raha tha. Geeti ne jhuk ke dekha. Charm pe kuch likha tha ya bana tha, use saaf nahi dikha, bas sone ki ek chhoti si chamak.
Phir Soham ki ungliyan uske takhne pe aayi.
Woh thandi thi. Shaayad isliye ki woh abhi tak AC wale kamre mein tha, ya shaayad isliye ki woh khud ghabraaya hua tha. Lekin jab woh thandi ungliyan uski garam, lotion se chikni skin pe lagi, toh Geeti ke poore pair mein ek kaanpti hui lehar upar chali, pindli se ghutne tak, ghutne se jaangh tak, aur phir wahan jaake ruki jahan lace ka woh chhota sa tukda pehle se geela tha. The cold touch against her warm skin sent a sharp pulse straight to her clit, and she felt fresh wetness soak into the thin lace.
Soham ne silver payal ko halke se upar sarkaaya, aur uske neeche, seedha haddi ke upar, gold chain ko lapeta. Uski ungliyan dheere chal rahi thi, jaise koi rasm ho. Ek baar chain ka sira phisla, aur usne dobara pakda. Geeti ne dekha ki uske haath bhi kaanp rahe the. Us pal use Soham pe itna pyaar aaya ki uski aankhein bhar aayi. Every slow movement of his fingers around her ankle made the heat between her legs throb harder.
Phir ek halki si, saaf aawaaz hui. Klik.
Charm ka chhota sa hook band ho gaya tha. Woh aawaaz itni chhoti thi ki kamre ki khamoshi mein bhi mushkil se sunaai di, lekin Geeti ko laga jaise kisi ne uske andar ek darwaza band kar diya ho, aur ek doosra khol diya ho.
Soham ne apna haath wahin rakha, uske takhne ko halke se pakde hue, anguthe se charm ko sahlaate hue. Phir usne sir uthaaya aur uski aankhon mein dekha. His thumb kept stroking the small charm, and the light pressure against her ankle bone felt strangely intimate.
"Jaanti ho ek pair mein yeh kyun pehnaate hain?" usne poocha.
Geeti ne sir hilaaya. Use pata tha, ek baar internet pe padha tha, lekin woh Soham ke muh se sunna chahti thi.
"Taaki jo samajhne wala ho, woh samajh jaaye," usne dheemi, bhaari awaaz mein kaha. "Ki yeh aurat shaadi-shuda hai. Ki iska pati sab jaanta hai. Aur ki yeh phir bhi doosre mardon ke liye khuli hai." Usne charm ko ek baar aur chhua. "Aaj se tum meri hotwife ho, Geeti."
Geeti ka chehra ek dum garam ho gaya. Garmi gaalon se shuru hui, kaanon tak gayi, aur phir gardan se hote hue seene tak utar aayi. Mirror mein usne dekha ki uski cleavage tak gulaabi ho gayi thi. Usne pair kheenchna chaaha, lekin Soham ne nahi chhoda. The word settled deep inside her, and she felt her pussy clench hard around nothing, more wetness seeping into the lace.
"Soham…" uski awaaz bas ek fusfusaahat thi. "Aise mat bolo. Mujhe sharam aa rahi hai."
"Sharam aani bhi chahiye," Soham ne muskura ke kaha, aur pehli baar uski awaaz mein woh shararat lauti jo woh pehchaanti thi. "Thodi sharam tum pe bahut achhi lagti hai."
Meri hotwife. Shabd uske andar ghoom rahe the. Meri. Usne kaha tha meri. Woh usse doosre mard ke paas bhej raha tha, aur phir bhi usne kaha tha meri. Geeti ko samajh nahi aaya ki uske seene mein jo hua woh sharam thi, garv tha ya kuch aur, lekin usne mehsoos kiya ki uski panty ab sach mein geeli ho chuki thi. The thin lace was clinging to her swollen folds now, and every tiny shift of her weight made it drag against her clit.
Soham ne uska pair dheere se neeche rakha, aur uske takhne pe ek halka sa kiss kiya, charm ke theek upar. Phir woh utha, uski heels uthaayi, aur khud apne haathon se dono pairon mein pehnaayi. Jab woh seedhi khadi hui, toh heels ki wajah se uski kamar thodi aur aage aa gayi, gaand thodi aur peeche, aur saree ka kasaav aur gehra ho gaya. The sudden lift of the heels pushed her ass back and made the tight saree pull even harder across her hips.
Usne ek kadam liya. Silver payal ki chhan-chhan ke saath ab ek nayi, patli si khanak bhi thi, charm ki, jo sirf baayein pair se aati thi. Chhan… tin. Chhan… tin. Har doosre kadam pe woh aawaaz use yaad dilaati thi ki aaj woh kaun thi. Each soft click of the charm against her ankle sent a fresh reminder straight between her legs.



"Chalo," Soham ne kaha, aur gaadi ki chaabi uthaayi.

Gaadi mein koi kuch nahi bola.

Soham ne music bhi nahi chalaaya. Sirf engine ki dheemi ghurghuraahat thi aur AC ki halki si saans. Geeti khidki ke paas baithi thi, clutch dono haathon mein godi pe dabaaye hue, aur uska pallu patli rassi ki tarah uske seene pe pada tha. Seat belt uske boobs ke beech se tirchhi guzar rahi thi aur blouse ko aur kheench rahi thi, lekin usne use theek nahi kiya. The belt pressed into the soft valley of her cleavage, and every small bump of the road made her breasts shift against the thin fabric.

Shehar ki roshniyan khidki ke shishe se andar aa rahi thi. Ek signal ki laal roshni uske ghutnon pe padi, phir uski godi pe, phir gaadi aage badhi toh ek dukaan ka neela neon uski nangi baanh pe phisla. Streetlight ki peeli roshni har kuch second mein aati, uski naabhi pe ek pal ruk ke chamakti, kamarband ko sona bana deti, aur phir chali jaati. Geeti ne apne aap ko us roshni mein dekha, jaise shehar khud uske jism ko chhu ke aage nikal raha ho. *Ek ek streetlight mujhe dekh rahi hai,* usne socha, aur phir khud pe hans padi, bina aawaaz ke. Each flash of light across her bare midriff made her more aware of how low the saree sat and how exposed her waist was.

Ek signal pe gaadi ruki toh bagal mein ek bike aake ruki. Peeche baitha ladka shishe ke paar uski taraf dekhne laga, pehle uske chehre ko, phir neeche. Geeti ne nazar nahi hataayi. Usne bas apni taangein ek doosre pe rakh li, aur heel ke hilne se takhne pe charm ne halki si khanak di. Signal hara hua aur ladka peeche reh gaya. Soham ne sab dekha tha. Usne kuch nahi kaha, lekin steering pe uski ungliyan kas gayi thi. She felt the boy’s eyes on her cleavage and bare waist, and the small sound of the charm only made the heat between her legs pulse harder.

Geeti ne uski taraf dekha. Uske jabde ki lakeer sakht thi, aur uski pant mein jo ubhaar tha, woh dashboard ki roshni mein bhi chhup nahi raha tha. Usne apna haath badha ke uske haath pe rakhna chaaha, phir ruk gayi. *Abhi chhuaungi toh shaayad woh gaadi wapas mod de,* usne socha. *Ya shaayad main hi kahungi ki mod do.* Usne haath wapas godi mein rakh liya. The clear outline of his hard cock against his pants made her clench around nothing, and she pressed her thighs tighter together.

Club ke bahar gaadi ruki toh andar se bass ki dhak-dhak shishon tak aa rahi thi, gaadi ke darwaze tak, uski seat tak, uske seene tak. Bahar ek lambi qataar thi, chamakte kapdon mein ladkiyan, sharp shirts mein ladke, aur darwaze pe do bouncer jinke haathon mein clipboard tha.

Soham ne engine band kiya, lekin utra nahi. Usne seedha saamne dekhte hue kaha, "Main andar aaunga. Lekin tumhare saath nahi. Wahan koi nahi jaanega ki main kaun hoon. Tum akeli jao. Woh bar pe tumhara intezaar kar raha hai."

"Aur agar…" Geeti ne shuru kiya, aur phir use pata nahi chala ki agar ke baad kya kahe.

"Agar kuch bhi theek na lage, toh bas mujhe dhoondh lena," Soham ne uski taraf dekha. "Main wahin hounga. Hamesha." Phir halke se, "Jao."

Bas itna. *Jao.*

Geeti ne darwaza khola. Pehle ek heel zameen pe rakhi, phir doosri, aur jab woh baahar nikli toh raat ki garam hawa ne uski nangi peeth ko chhua. Qataar mein khade do ladke baat karte karte chup ho gaye. Bouncer ne clipboard dekha bhi nahi, bas rope hata di. The warm night air slid straight down her bare back between the thin dori strings, and she felt her nipples stiffen under the lace.

Andar kadam rakhte hi aawaaz ne use gher liya. Bass itna gehra tha ki woh kaanon se pehle uske seene mein baja, uske boobs ke beech, phir pet mein, phir jaanghon ke beech. Roshniyan ghoom rahi thi, laal, baingani, neeli, aur har kuch pal mein ek safed flash sab kuch ek pal ke liye jama deta tha. Andar garmi thi, insaanon ki, sharaab ki, perfume aur paseene ki mili hui garmi, aur do kadam mein hi uski gardan pe paseene ki ek patli si parat aa gayi. The deep bass vibrated straight through her body and settled low in her belly, making the thin lace against her wet folds feel even more sensitive.

Woh ruki aur pallu ko kandhe pe theek kiya. Aur tab usne nazrein mehsoos ki.

Sabse pehle bar ke kone pe ek aadmi tha, chaalis ke aas paas, grey suit, haath mein glass jo uske hothon tak jaate jaate beech mein ruk gaya. Uski nazar Geeti ke chehre pe nahi ruki. Woh seedhe uski naabhi pe gayi, us neeche bandhi saree pe, aur wahin tik gayi, itni der tak ki uske dost ne uske kandhe pe haath maara. *Usne mera chehra dekha bhi nahi,* Geeti ne socha, aur pehle use gussa aaya, phir kuch aur, kuch garam. *Use mera pet chahiye tha. Meri naabhi. Jaise maine use dikhaane ke liye hi baandhi ho.* Aur sach yahi tha. The man’s stare on her bare midriff made a fresh pulse of wetness leak into her panties.

Phir dance floor ke kinaare chaar ladkon ka ek group tha, shaayad pachchees chhabbees ke, beer ki bottles haath mein. Ek ne doosre ko kohni maari, aur chaaron ek saath ghoome. Ek ne seeti bajaane ke liye hoth gol kiye, lekin music mein woh kho gayi. Doosra khule aam uske blouse ko ghoor raha tha, jahan se kaala lace jhaank raha tha, aur usne apne hoth chaate. Geeti ka pehla instinct tha ki pallu ko kheench ke apna seena dhak le. Uska haath utha bhi. Lekin tabhi uske baayein pair ne ek kadam liya aur charm ki patli khanak uske kaanon mein padi, music ke beech bhi, jaise sirf uske liye. *Hotwife.* Uska haath wapas neeche aa gaya. *Dekhne do,* usne socha. *Soham bhi kahin se dekh raha hoga. Use dekhne do ki yeh sab mujhe dekh rahe hain.* The soft click of the charm against her ankle stopped her hand, and she let the boys stare at the black lace peeking from her deep neckline.

Ek waiter tray leke guzra aur uske itne qareeb se nikla ki uski baanh Geeti ki nangi kamar se chhoo gayi. "Sorry, ma'am," usne kaha, lekin uski aankhon mein koi sorry nahi tha. The brief contact of his arm against her bare waist sent a small shiver up her spine.

Geeti chalne lagi. Heels pe uski kamar apne aap lachak rahi thi, aur har kadam ke saath patli saree uski jaanghon pe kheenchti, uski gaand pe kasti, aur phir dheeli hoti. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki peeche se uski har golaai kaise hil rahi thi. Uski nangi peeth pe AC ki thandi hawa aur bheed ki garmi baari baari aa rahi thi, aur dori ke latkan har kadam pe uski reedh ki haddi pe halke se thapki dete. Panty ka patla lace ab har kadam pe uski geeli chut se ragad raha tha, aur use darr laga ki kahin uske chehre pe yeh dikh na jaaye. Each step made the tight fabric drag across her ass and the wet lace shift against her swollen clit.

*Chhan… tin. Chhan… tin.*

Payal aur charm, music ke neeche, uske kadmon ka apna taal. Usne apne kandhe seedhe kiye, thodi upar uthaayi, aur bar ki taraf chali, jaise woh roz aisi jagah aati ho. Andar uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga bass bhi use dhak nahi paayega. The soft rhythm of the anklet charm kept time with the throbbing between her legs as she walked deeper into the club.



"Chalo," Soham ne kaha, aur gaadi ki chaabi uthaayi.

Gaadi mein koi kuch nahi bola.

Soham ne music bhi nahi chalaaya. Sirf engine ki dheemi ghurghuraahat thi aur AC ki halki si saans. Geeti khidki ke paas baithi thi, clutch dono haathon mein godi pe dabaaye hue, aur uska pallu patli rassi ki tarah uske seene pe pada tha. Seat belt uske boobs ke beech se tirchhi guzar rahi thi aur blouse ko aur kheench rahi thi, lekin usne use theek nahi kiya. The belt pressed into the soft valley of her cleavage, and every small bump of the road made her breasts shift against the thin fabric.

Shehar ki roshniyan khidki ke shishe se andar aa rahi thi. Ek signal ki laal roshni uske ghutnon pe padi, phir uski godi pe, phir gaadi aage badhi toh ek dukaan ka neela neon uski nangi baanh pe phisla. Streetlight ki peeli roshni har kuch second mein aati, uski naabhi pe ek pal ruk ke chamakti, kamarband ko sona bana deti, aur phir chali jaati. Geeti ne apne aap ko us roshni mein dekha, jaise shehar khud uske jism ko chhu ke aage nikal raha ho. *Ek ek streetlight mujhe dekh rahi hai,* usne socha, aur phir khud pe hans padi, bina aawaaz ke. Each flash of light across her bare midriff made her more aware of how low the saree sat and how exposed her waist was.

Ek signal pe gaadi ruki toh bagal mein ek bike aake ruki. Peeche baitha ladka shishe ke paar uski taraf dekhne laga, pehle uske chehre ko, phir neeche. Geeti ne nazar nahi hataayi. Usne bas apni taangein ek doosre pe rakh li, aur heel ke hilne se takhne pe charm ne halki si khanak di. Signal hara hua aur ladka peeche reh gaya. Soham ne sab dekha tha. Usne kuch nahi kaha, lekin steering pe uski ungliyan kas gayi thi. She felt the boy’s eyes on her cleavage and bare waist, and the small sound of the charm only made the heat between her legs pulse harder.

Geeti ne uski taraf dekha. Uske jabde ki lakeer sakht thi, aur uski pant mein jo ubhaar tha, woh dashboard ki roshni mein bhi chhup nahi raha tha. Usne apna haath badha ke uske haath pe rakhna chaaha, phir ruk gayi. *Abhi chhuaungi toh shaayad woh gaadi wapas mod de,* usne socha. *Ya shaayad main hi kahungi ki mod do.* Usne haath wapas godi mein rakh liya. The clear outline of his hard cock against his pants made her clench around nothing, and she pressed her thighs tighter together.

Club ke bahar gaadi ruki toh andar se bass ki dhak-dhak shishon tak aa rahi thi, gaadi ke darwaze tak, uski seat tak, uske seene tak. Bahar ek lambi qataar thi, chamakte kapdon mein ladkiyan, sharp shirts mein ladke, aur darwaze pe do bouncer jinke haathon mein clipboard tha.

Soham ne engine band kiya, lekin utra nahi. Usne seedha saamne dekhte hue kaha, "Main andar aaunga. Lekin tumhare saath nahi. Wahan koi nahi jaanega ki main kaun hoon. Tum akeli jao. Woh bar pe tumhara intezaar kar raha hai."

"Aur agar…" Geeti ne shuru kiya, aur phir use pata nahi chala ki agar ke baad kya kahe.

"Agar kuch bhi theek na lage, toh bas mujhe dhoondh lena," Soham ne uski taraf dekha. "Main wahin hounga. Hamesha." Phir halke se, "Jao."

Bas itna. *Jao.*

Geeti ne darwaza khola. Pehle ek heel zameen pe rakhi, phir doosri, aur jab woh baahar nikli toh raat ki garam hawa ne uski nangi peeth ko chhua. Qataar mein khade do ladke baat karte karte chup ho gaye. Bouncer ne clipboard dekha bhi nahi, bas rope hata di. The warm night air slid straight down her bare back between the thin dori strings, and she felt her nipples stiffen under the lace.

Andar kadam rakhte hi aawaaz ne use gher liya. Bass itna gehra tha ki woh kaanon se pehle uske seene mein baja, uske boobs ke beech, phir pet mein, phir jaanghon ke beech. Roshniyan ghoom rahi thi, laal, baingani, neeli, aur har kuch pal mein ek safed flash sab kuch ek pal ke liye jama deta tha. Andar garmi thi, insaanon ki, sharaab ki, perfume aur paseene ki mili hui garmi, aur do kadam mein hi uski gardan pe paseene ki ek patli si parat aa gayi. The deep bass vibrated straight through her body and settled low in her belly, making the thin lace against her wet folds feel even more sensitive.

Woh ruki aur pallu ko kandhe pe theek kiya. Aur tab usne nazrein mehsoos ki.

Sabse pehle bar ke kone pe ek aadmi tha, chaalis ke aas paas, grey suit, haath mein glass jo uske hothon tak jaate jaate beech mein ruk gaya. Uski nazar Geeti ke chehre pe nahi ruki. Woh seedhe uski naabhi pe gayi, us neeche bandhi saree pe, aur wahin tik gayi, itni der tak ki uske dost ne uske kandhe pe haath maara. *Usne mera chehra dekha bhi nahi,* Geeti ne socha, aur pehle use gussa aaya, phir kuch aur, kuch garam. *Use mera pet chahiye tha. Meri naabhi. Jaise maine use dikhaane ke liye hi baandhi ho.* Aur sach yahi tha. The man’s stare on her bare midriff made a fresh pulse of wetness leak into her panties.

Phir dance floor ke kinaare chaar ladkon ka ek group tha, shaayad pachchees chhabbees ke, beer ki bottles haath mein. Ek ne doosre ko kohni maari, aur chaaron ek saath ghoome. Ek ne seeti bajaane ke liye hoth gol kiye, lekin music mein woh kho gayi. Doosra khule aam uske blouse ko ghoor raha tha, jahan se kaala lace jhaank raha tha, aur usne apne hoth chaate. Geeti ka pehla instinct tha ki pallu ko kheench ke apna seena dhak le. Uska haath utha bhi. Lekin tabhi uske baayein pair ne ek kadam liya aur charm ki patli khanak uske kaanon mein padi, music ke beech bhi, jaise sirf uske liye. *Hotwife.* Uska haath wapas neeche aa gaya. *Dekhne do,* usne socha. *Soham bhi kahin se dekh raha hoga. Use dekhne do ki yeh sab mujhe dekh rahe hain.* The soft click of the charm against her ankle stopped her hand, and she let the boys stare at the black lace peeking from her deep neckline.

Ek waiter tray leke guzra aur uske itne qareeb se nikla ki uski baanh Geeti ki nangi kamar se chhoo gayi. "Sorry, ma'am," usne kaha, lekin uski aankhon mein koi sorry nahi tha. The brief contact of his arm against her bare waist sent a small shiver up her spine.

Geeti chalne lagi. Heels pe uski kamar apne aap lachak rahi thi, aur har kadam ke saath patli saree uski jaanghon pe kheenchti, uski gaand pe kasti, aur phir dheeli hoti. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki peeche se uski har golaai kaise hil rahi thi. Uski nangi peeth pe AC ki thandi hawa aur bheed ki garmi baari baari aa rahi thi, aur dori ke latkan har kadam pe uski reedh ki haddi pe halke se thapki dete. Panty ka patla lace ab har kadam pe uski geeli chut se ragad raha tha, aur use darr laga ki kahin uske chehre pe yeh dikh na jaaye. Each step made the tight fabric drag across her ass and the wet lace shift against her swollen clit.

*Chhan… tin. Chhan… tin.*

Payal aur charm, music ke neeche, uske kadmon ka apna taal. Usne apne kandhe seedhe kiye, thodi upar uthaayi, aur bar ki taraf chali, jaise woh roz aisi jagah aati ho. Andar uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga bass bhi use dhak nahi paayega. The soft rhythm of the anklet charm kept time with the throbbing between her legs as she walked deeper into the club.



Phir dance floor ke kinaare chaar ladkon ka ek group tha, shaayad pachchees chhabbees ke, beer ki bottles haath mein. Ek ne doosre ko kohni maari, aur chaaron ek saath ghoome. Ek ne seeti bajaane ke liye hoth gol kiye, lekin music mein woh kho gayi. Doosra khule aam uske blouse ko ghoor raha tha, jahan se kaala lace jhaank raha tha, aur usne apne hoth chaate. Geeti ka pehla instinct tha ki pallu ko kheench ke apna seena dhak le. Uska haath utha bhi. Lekin tabhi uske baayein pair ne ek kadam liya aur charm ki patli khanak uske kaanon mein padi, music ke beech bhi, jaise sirf uske liye. Hotwife. Uska haath wapas neeche aa gaya. Dekhne do, usne socha. Soham bhi kahin se dekh raha hoga. Use dekhne do ki yeh sab mujhe dekh rahe hain. The soft click of the charm against her ankle stopped her hand mid-air, and the sudden heat of being watched made her clit give a sharp little throb under the thin lace.
Ek waiter tray leke guzra aur uske itne qareeb se nikla ki uski baanh Geeti ki nangi kamar se chhoo gayi. "Sorry, ma'am," usne kaha, lekin uski aankhon mein koi sorry nahi tha. The brief contact of his arm against her bare waist sent a small shiver up her spine, and she felt the thin lace between her legs shift against already damp skin.
Geeti chalne lagi. Heels pe uski kamar apne aap lachak rahi thi, aur har kadam ke saath patli saree uski jaanghon pe kheenchti, uski gaand pe kasti, aur phir dheeli hoti. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki peeche se uski har golaai kaise hil rahi thi. Uski nangi peeth pe AC ki thandi hawa aur bheed ki garmi baari baari aa rahi thi, aur dori ke latkan har kadam pe uski reedh ki haddi pe halke se thapki dete. Panty ka patla lace ab har kadam pe uski geeli chut se ragad raha tha, aur use darr laga ki kahin uske chehre pe yeh dikh na jaaye. Each step made the tight fabric drag across the full curve of her ass and the wet lace cling and pull against her swollen folds.
Chhan… tin. Chhan… tin.
Payal aur charm, music ke neeche, uske kadmon ka apna taal. Usne apne kandhe seedhe kiye, thodi upar uthaayi, aur bar ki taraf chali, jaise woh roz aisi jagah aati ho. Andar uska dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use laga bass bhi use dhak nahi paayega. The soft rhythm of the anklet charm kept time with the throbbing between her legs as she walked deeper into the club.
Bar lamba tha, kaale patthar ka, jiske neeche se neeli roshni ubhar rahi thi. Uske peeche sheeshe ki shelfon pe bottles chamak rahi thi. Aur bar ke beech mein, ek oonche stool pe, ek aadmi peeth karke baitha tha.
Geeti ne use peeche se pehchaan liya. Woh yeh baat khud ko kabhi samjha nahi paayi ki kaise. Usne Arjun ki sirf photos dekhi thi, uske messages padhe the, raat ko uski awaaz ke bina uske shabdon ko apne andar sunaai diya tha. Lekin us chaudi peeth ko, us kaali shirt ko jo kandhon pe kasi hui thi, gardan ke peeche chhote kate baalon ko, aur bar pe tike us haath ko jismein whisky ka glass tha, usne ek pal mein jaan liya. Yahi hai. Uske pair ek pal ke liye ruk gaye. Abhi bhi wapas mud sakti hai, Geeti. Abhi usne dekha nahi. Her heart slammed against her ribs and a fresh pulse of wetness soaked into the lace as she recognised him.
Usne ek kadam aur liya. Chhan… tin.
Shaayad woh aawaaz thi, shaayad bartender ki nazar jo uski taraf uthi thi, lekin Arjun dheere se apne stool pe ghooma.
Usne uske chehre ko nahi dekha. Pehle nahi. Uski nazar seedhe neeche gayi, bheed ke beech, uske pairon tak, aur uske baayein takhne pe aake ruk gayi, jahan silver payal ke neeche woh patli sunehri chain aur uska chhota sa charm bar ki neeli roshni mein chamak raha tha. Ek pal. Do pal. Geeti ne dekha ki uski aankhein kaise thodi si sikudi, jaise kuch padh rahi ho, aur phir uske hothon ke kinaare dheere se upar uthe. Ek dheemi, samajhdaar muskaan. Woh jaanta hai, Geeti ne socha, aur uska poora jism garam ho gaya. Usne dekhte hi samajh liya ki iska matlab kya hai. The way his eyes locked on the small charm made her pussy clench hard, and she felt more wetness leak out against the thin lace.
Phir uski nazar upar chali, dheere dheere, jaise woh koi kitaab ho jise woh pehli baar padh raha ho. Pindliyan saree ke neeche, jaanghon ki golaai, naabhi, kamarband, cleavage ki lakeer, pendant, laal hoth, aur aakhir mein uski aankhein. Tab tak Geeti ka gala sookh chuka tha. Every slow inch of his gaze felt like a hand moving up her body, and by the time he reached her eyes her nipples were stiff and aching under the lace.
Arjun stool se utra. Woh uski soch se lamba tha, aur jab woh uske saamne khada hua toh use thoda sir uthaana pada.
"Aa gayi tum," usne kaha. Uski awaaz phone ke messages se gehri thi, thodi khurdari, aur itni paas se aayi ki music ke beech bhi saaf sunaai di.
"Aa gayi," Geeti ne kaha, aur use apni awaaz kaanpti hui lagi. The sound of her own voice was thin and shaky, and she could feel how wet she already was just from the way he was looking at her.
"Mujhe laga tha aakhri pal mein tum message karogi ki tabiyat theek nahi hai." Woh halke se hansa. "Main poore ek ghante se is darwaze ko dekh raha hoon."
"Maine socha tha," Geeti ne sach kaha, aur khud hi hans padi. "Do baar phone uthaaya tha."
"Aur phir?"
"Aur phir… lipstick lag gayi thi. Waste nahi karna chahti thi."
Arjun zor se hansa, aur Geeti ke andar ki ek gaanth thodi si khul gayi. Usne uske liye bagal wala stool kheencha. "Baitho, please. Kya logi?"
"Red wine."
Woh stool pe baithi toh saree uski jaanghon pe aur kas gayi, aur pallu thoda sa sarak gaya. Usne use theek nahi kiya. Arjun ne bartender ko ishaara kiya, aur jab tak wine aayi, woh bas use dekhta raha, bina kuch bole. Geeti ne nazar bar ki taraf ki, phir sheeshe ki taraf, phir apne nails ki taraf, kahin bhi lekin uski taraf nahi. The tight saree pulled hard across her ass as she sat, and she could feel the wet lace sticking to her swollen folds with every small shift on the stool.
"Tum photos mein khoobsurat lagti ho," Arjun ne aakhir kaha. "Yeh main tumhe pehle bhi likh chuka hoon. Lekin photos jhooth bolti hain, Geeti."
Usne nazar uthaayi. "Matlab?"
"Matlab tum unmein itni khoobsurat nahi lagti jitni ho."
Geeti ke gaal laal ho gaye aur woh sharma ke hans di, haath se muh dhakte hue. "Yeh line kitni ladkiyon pe use ki hai?"
"Aaj pehli baar," usne kaha, aur wine ka glass uske saamne sarka diya. "Aur aakhri baar bhi, shaayad."
Usne apna whisky glass uthaaya. "Pehli mulaqaat ke naam."
Glass takraaye. Geeti ne pehla ghoont liya. Wine thandi thi, phir gale mein utarte hi garam ho gayi, aur uske hothon pe uska swaad reh gaya, thoda khatta, thoda meetha. Usne jeebh se hoth chaate, aur dekha ki Arjun ki nazar unhi pe tiki thi. Ek, usne apne dimaag mein gina. Pehla glass. Do se zyada nahi, Geeti. Bas do. The way his eyes stayed on her mouth as she licked the wine from her lips made her clit pulse again.



Usne nazar ghuma ke ek baar darwaze ki taraf dekha. Bheed, roshniyan, chehre. Soham kahin nahi dikha. Woh andar aaya bhi ya nahi? Kahan hai?
"Kisi ka intezaar hai?" Arjun ne poocha.
"Nahi," usne jaldi se kaha. "Bas… dekh rahi thi. Main aisi jagah kam aati hoon."
"Pata chal raha hai." Usne apna stool thoda sa qareeb khiskaaya. "Poore club mein ek tum ho jo sach mein sharma rahi ho. Aur ek tum ho jise sab ghoor rahe hain. Dono ek saath. Jaanti ho yeh kitna khatarnaak combination hai?"
"Sab nahi ghoor rahe," usne kaha, haalanki woh jaanti thi ki ghoor rahe the.
"Woh grey suit wala bar ke kone pe," Arjun ne bina mude kaha, "tumhare aate hi apna drink bhool gaya. Aur dance floor pe woh chaar ladke abhi tak yahin dekh rahe hain. Mujhe jalan ho rahi hai, sach bolun toh."
Geeti ne halke se sir ghumaaya. Group wale ladke sach mein dekh rahe the. Ek ne glass utha ke use cheers kiya. Woh turant wapas mudi, gaal jalte hue, aur Arjun ki taraf dekha. "Tumne bhi notice kiya?"
"Main tumhare saath aaye har ek ki aankh notice kar raha hoon." Uski aawaaz thodi neeche aayi. "Aur yeh bhi ki tumne pallu theek nahi kiya."
Uska haath turant pallu ki taraf utha. Arjun ne halke se uski kalai pakad li, bas ek pal, bas itna ki uska haath ruk jaaye.
"Mat karo," usne kaha. "Please. Aise hi achha hai."
Usne kalai chhod di. Geeti ka haath wapas godi mein aa gaya, aur jahan uski ungliyan lagi thi wahan skin abhi bhi jal rahi thi. The brief grip of his fingers around her wrist left a warm mark, and she felt her nipples stiffen harder against the lace.
Tabhi uska ghutna Arjun ke ghutne se chhoo gaya. Stool qareeb the, aur saree ke patle kapde ke paar use uski jeans ka khurdurapan mehsoos hua, aur uske neeche uski garmi. Geeti ne socha ki pair hata le. Usne nahi hataaya. Arjun ne bhi nahi hataaya. Woh dono aise baat karte rahe jaise kuch hua hi na ho, aur unke ghutne wahin jude rahe, kabhi halke se dabte, kabhi bas tike rehte. The rough denim against her bare knee through the thin saree sent a continuous low heat up her thigh, and she could feel how wet the lace had become.
"Bank mein sab tumse darte honge," Arjun ne kaha.
"Kyun?"
"Manager ho na. Woh wali aankhein. Jo abhi mujhe dekh rahi thi jab maine pallu ki baat ki."
Geeti hans di. "Haan, juniors thoda darte hain."
"Aur agar unhone tumhe aaj dekh liya toh?"
Uska ghoont gale mein atak gaya. Usne kalpana ki, junior clerk, Raghavan sir, Ramu Kaka, sab us bar ke kone pe khade, uski naabhi ko dekhte hue. Ek dar ki lehar uthi, aur uske peeche ek gandi si garmi. "Toh main naukri chhod dungi," usne kaha, aur dono hans pade. The sudden dirty image of her colleagues seeing her like this made her pussy clench hard, and she had to press her thighs together on the stool.
Dusra glass kab aaya, use pata nahi chala. Usne bas dekha ki uske haath mein phir se bhara hua glass tha. Do, usne gina. Yeh aakhri.
"Tumhari aankhein," Arjun ne kaha, ab thoda aur paas jhuk ke, taaki use chillaana na pade. Uski saans uske gaal tak aayi, whisky ki tez, dhuein jaisi khushboo ke saath. "Photos mein smoky nahi thi. Aaj kisi ne inhe aisa banaaya hai jaise yeh kuch maang rahi ho."
"Parlour wali ne," Geeti ne kaha, aur nazar jhuka li.
"Parlour wali ne kajal lagaaya. Maang tum rahi ho."
Geeti ne kuch nahi kaha. Uska dil uske kaanon mein baj raha tha. Usne wine ka bada ghoont liya. His warm breath on her cheek and the low roughness of his voice made fresh wetness seep into the already soaked lace.
"Aur yeh," uski ungli bina chhue hawa mein uski kamar ki taraf ishaara kar rahi thi, kamarband ki taraf. "Yeh tumne photo mein kabhi nahi dikhaaya."
"Yeh Soham ne diya tha," usne kaha, aur phir pachhtaayi ki naam kyun liya.
Arjun ke chehre pe kuch nahi badla, bas muskaan thodi gehri ho gayi. "Achha pati hai. Jaanta hai apni biwi ko kaise sajaana hai." Phir uski nazar wapas neeche gayi, uske takhne tak. "Aur yeh bhi usi ne?"
Geeti ne hoth kaat liya. "Haan. Aaj hi."
"Pata hai na yeh kya kehti hai?"
"Pata hai," usne fusfusaaya.
"Aur phir bhi pehen ke aayi." Usne apna glass neeche rakha. "Tum jaanti ho, Geeti, aaj tak maine kisi aurat ko itna kuch bina bole kehte nahi suna."
Geeti ne darwaze ki taraf phir dekha. Phir bar ke kone pe. Phir dance floor pe. Soham kahin nahi tha. Aur ajeeb baat yeh thi ki uske na dikhne se use darr nahi lag raha tha. Use laga jaise woh kahin hai, jaise yeh poora club hi uski aankh ho.
"Teesra?" Arjun ne uske khaali glass ki taraf ishaara kiya.
Do. Do kaha tha. "Aadha," usne kaha.
Arjun ne muskura ke ishaara kiya, aur bartender ne poora bhar diya. Geeti ne virodh nahi kiya. She took a slow sip and felt the wine settle warm in her belly, mixing with the constant low throb between her legs.
Tabhi use uski ungliyan mehsoos hui.
Arjun ne apna haath uske stool ke peeche rakha tha, aur ab uski ungliyon ke sire dheere se uski nangi peeth pe tike, reedh ki haddi ke theek beech mein, wahan jahan blouse ki do doriyon ke beech kuch bhi nahi tha. Woh hile nahi. Bas tike rahe. Garam, sookhe, thode khurdure, aur bilkul shaant.
Geeti ki saans ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Uski poori peeth us ek jagah mein simat aayi jahan woh paanch ungliyan thi. Use laga ki woh har ungli ko alag alag gin sakti thi. The steady heat of his fingertips on her bare spine made her nipples tighten painfully against the lace, and she felt another slow leak of wetness soak into the thin fabric between her thighs.
Woh baat karta raha, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Kisi gaane ke baare mein, kisi trip ke baare mein. Geeti ne sir hilaaya, haan haan kaha, lekin ek bhi shabd uske dimaag tak nahi pahuncha. Uski ungliyan wahin thi. Ek minute. Do minute. Kabhi angutha halke se ek chhota sa gol ghumaata, aur phir ruk jaata. Every tiny circle of his thumb against her bare back sent a fresh pulse straight to her clit, and she had to keep her face still so no one would see how hard she was breathing.

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Aur tab Geeti ne notice kiya ki woh aage nahi khiski thi.
Usne apni peeth seedhi nahi ki thi, uske haath se door nahi hui thi, stool aage nahi kheencha tha. Woh wahin baithi thi, bilkul wahin, aur uski peeth us haath ki taraf thodi si jhuki hui thi, jaise use aur chaahiye ho. Maine hataaya kyun nahi? usne khud se poocha. Bank mein koi aise chhu le toh main thappad maar doon. Aur jawaab uske andar se itni saafi se aaya ki woh dar gayi. Kyunki tujhe achha lag raha hai. The steady heat of his fingers on her bare back had made her lean into the touch without thinking, and the thin lace between her legs was already clinging wetly to her swollen folds.
Arjun ki ungliyan dheere se neeche sarki, ek inch, blouse ki doosri dori tak. Usne dori ke latkan ko ungli pe lapeta, halke se kheencha, aur chhod diya. Latkan wapas uski reedh ki haddi pe gira, ek chhoti si thapki ki tarah, aur Geeti ke kandhe apne aap upar uth gaye. The light tug on the string made her nipples stiffen hard against the lace, and a fresh pulse of wetness soaked into the fabric between her thighs.
"Sss…" uske hothon se nikla, itna dheere ki music mein kho jaana chahiye tha. Lekin Arjun ne suna. Uski muskaan ne bata diya ki usne suna.
Woh kuch der chup rahe. Bas music tha, dhum dhum, aur bartender ke haathon mein khankate glass, aur kahin peeche se kisi ladki ki tez hansi. Geeti ne glass neeche rakha aur apni ungli uske kinaare pe ghumaane lagi, gol gol, bina soche. Arjun ki nazar uski ungli pe thi. Phir uske hothon pe. Phir wapas uski aankhon pe. She could feel the wet lace shift every time she moved on the stool, the thin fabric dragging slowly against her clit.
Phir usne dekha ki uske apne haath thande the. Bar ki garmi mein, bheed ki garmi mein, teen ghoont wine ke baad bhi, uski ungliyan barf jaisi thandi thi. Usne unhe ek doosre mein phansaaya, godi mein rakha, phir chhoda, phir baalon ki ek lat kaan ke peeche ki jo pehle se kaan ke peeche thi. Phir pallu. Usne pallu ko kandhe pe theek kiya, jo theek tha. Do minute baad phir kiya. Phir baal. Her hands kept moving because every time they stopped she became too aware of how wet she was and how his fingers were still resting on her bare spine.
"Teesri baar," Arjun ne kaha.
"Kya?"
"Teesri baar pallu theek kiya hai tumne. Aur baal chaar baar." Uski aawaaz mein hansi thi, lekin uski aankhein naram thi. "Ghabra rahi ho, jaan."
Jaan. Shabd uske seene mein seedha utar gaya, jaise koi garam ghoont. Usne aaj tak use sirf messages mein yeh kehte padha tha, raat ko, screen ki roshni mein, jab Soham bagal mein so raha hota. Aaj pehli baar uski aawaaz mein suna. Aur woh messages se kahin zyada bhaari tha. The low roughness of his voice saying that word made her pussy clench hard around nothing.
"Nahi ghabra rahi," usne kaha, aur uska haath phir pallu ki taraf utha. Usne use beech mein rok liya, aur dono hans pade.
Ek ajeeb baat Geeti ne tab notice ki. Bar pe aate waqt usne uski nazar ko apne poore jism pe chalte dekha tha, takhne se le ke hothon tak. Lekin ab, jab se woh baithi thi, Arjun ki aankhein sirf uske chehre pe thi. Uski aankhon pe, uske hothon pe, uske gaalon ki laali pe. Ek baar bhi neeche nahi gayi, cleavage pe nahi, naabhi pe nahi, jabki use pata tha ki pallu sarka hua hai aur blouse ka kaala lace jhaank raha hai. Woh bas uska chehra padh raha tha, jaise usmein koi kahani ho. The fact that he was looking only at her face while her body was this exposed made her feel even more naked, and fresh wetness leaked into the lace.
Aur ajeeb baat yeh thi ki isse woh aur nangi mehsoos kar rahi thi.
"Aise kya dekh rahe ho?" usne poocha.
"Tumhe."
"Main kahin bhaagi nahi ja rahi."
"Pata hai. Phir bhi." Woh thoda jhuka. "Aaj subah se soch raha tha ki tumhara chehra kaisa lagega jab tum is darwaze se andar aaogi. Socha tha muskuraogi. Tum dar ke aayi. Aur phir muskurayi. Woh dono ek saath dekhna… uske liye ruka hua tha."
Geeti ne nazar jhuka li. Uski ungliyan bar ke kaale patthar pe chalne lagi, bina soche, chhote chhote gol chakkar. Arjun ki ungliyan bhi bar pe aa gayi, uski ungliyon se thodi door, aur woh bhi chakkar lagaane lagi. Phir dheere dheere paas aayi. Uski ek ungli uski ungli ke kinaare se chhui, hati, phir chhui. Jaise do log naach rahe ho jo ek doosre ko pakadne se pehle ek doosre ke chaaron taraf ghoom rahe ho. Each light brush of his finger against hers sent a small spark straight down to her clit.
"Garmi lag rahi hai?" Arjun ne poocha, aur uski ungli uski ungli ke upar se dheere se guzri.
Geeti ne us sawaal ka matlab samjha. Dono matlab. "Thodi," usne kaha. "AC theek nahi chal raha shaayad."
"AC bilkul theek chal raha hai." Uski ungli ab uski kalai tak aa gayi thi, nas ke upar. "Garmi kahin aur se aa rahi hai."
"Wine se," usne kaha.



"Haan. Wine se." Woh muskuraya. "Aur tumhare gaal kyun laal hain? Woh bhi wine se?"
"Haan."
"Aur tumhari saans kyun tez hai?"
Geeti ne uski taraf dekha, aankhein sikod ke. "Bahut sawaal poochte ho."
"Bank manager se seekh raha hoon." Uska angutha uski kalai pe ek baar ghooma. "Har cheez ka hisaab rakhti ho na tum? Toh batao. Abhi kitni garmi hai, ek se das mein?"
"Saat," usne kaha, bina soche, aur phir apne hi jawaab pe uska chehra jal utha. The number left her mouth before she could stop it, and she felt another slow leak of wetness against the clinging lace.
"Saat." Arjun ne dohraaya, dheere, jaise woh shabd chakh raha ho. "Raat abhi lambi hai."
Bartender ne tabhi ek chhoti si plate unke beech rakhi, jo Arjun ne pehle order ki thi. Malai tikka, chhote chhote tukde, upar dhaniya, saath mein hari chutney. Garam bhaap uth rahi thi. Geeti ne use dekha aur use yaad aaya ki usne dopahar se kuch khaaya nahi tha. Parlour, saree, ghabraahat. Pet mein kuch jagah thi hi nahi.
"Khaaya kuch?" Arjun ne poocha, jaise uska dimaag padh liya ho.
"Nahi. Bhookh nahi thi."
"Ab hai?"
"Thodi."
Arjun ne ek tukda uthaaya, ungliyon se, chutney mein dubaaya, aur uske muh ki taraf badhaaya. Geeti ne ek pal use dekha. Uski ungliyan, tukda, uski aankhein jo uske hothon pe tiki thi. Yeh kya kar raha hai, usne socha. Sabke saamne. Phir usne apne hoth khole. Her mouth opened slowly, and she felt the wetness between her legs pulse harder as his fingers neared her lips.
Usne tukda uske muh mein rakha. Garam, naram, masaalon ka swaad uski jeebh pe phaila. Aur jab woh hoth band kar rahi thi, uski jeebh uske angoothe ke sire se chhu gayi, jahan chutney lagi thi. Ek pal. Bilkul anjaane mein. Uski jeebh ne uski ungli ka namkeen, garam sira chakha, aur usne halke se apne hoth us pe band kar diye, bas ek pal ke liye, us se pehle ki use samajh aata ki woh kya kar rahi hai. The accidental touch of her tongue on his thumb made her clit throb hard, and she had to press her thighs together on the stool.
Dono ruk gaye.
Arjun ka angutha uske hothon ke beech tha. Geeti ki aankhein badi ho gayi. Music chal raha tha, log hans rahe the, lekin un dono ke beech ek aisi khamoshi aa gayi thi jismein sirf unki saans thi. Arjun ne dheere se apna angutha bahar kheencha, uske neeche wale hoth pe se ragadte hue, aur uska hoth thoda sa neeche kheench gaya aur phir wapas apni jagah aaya. The slow drag of his thumb across her lower lip left a warm, wet trail, and she felt her nipples ache against the lace.
Usne apna angutha dekha. Uspe uski laal lipstick ka ek halka sa nishaan tha. Phir, uski aankhon mein dekhte hue, usne woh angutha apne hothon pe rakha aur choosa. Watching him suck her lipstick off his thumb made her pussy clench so hard she almost moaned out loud.
Geeti ke pet ke neeche kuch itni zor se kasa ki use apni jaanghein ek doosre se daba leni padi. "Sss…" Uski siski is baar chhupi nahi.
"Accident tha," usne fusfusaaya.
"Haan," Arjun ne kaha, aur uski aawaaz mein ab bhaaripan tha. "Mera bhi."
Woh dono kuch der kuch nahi bole. Geeti ne tukda chabaaya, nigla, aur use swaad bhi yaad nahi raha. Sirf uski ungli ka swaad yaad tha. Use laga uska poora chehra laal hoga, uski gardan bhi, uska seena bhi. The salty-spicy taste of his thumb mixed with the chutney was still on her tongue, and the wet lace between her legs felt completely soaked.
"Ek aur?" Arjun ne poocha, plate ki taraf ishaara kar ke.
"Nahi," usne kaha, aur phir, ek pal baad, dheere, "Aap khilaaoge toh… haan."
Aap. Woh shabd uske muh se kab nikla, use pata nahi chala. Messages mein woh use tum likhti thi, bar pe abhi tak tum hi bol rahi thi. Lekin abhi, uski ungli ke baad, uske hothon pe jo shabd aaya woh aap tha, jaise woh Soham ko kehti thi jab use pyaar aata tha, jaise koi biwi apne mard ko kehti hai. The shift from “tum” to “aap” left her mouth before she could stop it, and it made the heat between her legs throb even harder.
Arjun ne bhi suna. Uski aankhon mein kuch chamka. "Aap?" usne dohraaya, halki si muskaan ke saath.
"Galti se," usne kaha, aur nazar pher li.
"Aisi galtiyan karti raho, jaan." Usne ek aur tukda uthaaya, is baar dheere, aur uske hothon tak laaya. Is baar Geeti ne jaan boojh ke uski ungli ko apne hothon se chhua. Bas chhua. Aur phir tukda le liya. She let her lips brush his fingers on purpose this time, and the small deliberate touch made another slow leak of wetness soak into the lace.
Ab woh baatein kar rahe the jaise sach mein koi jodi ho. Arjun use apne office ki ek bewakoof meeting ke baare mein bata raha tha, aur beech mein uski plate se kuch khila deta. Geeti hans rahi thi, uske kandhe pe haath maar deti, "Aap bhi na," keh ke. Ek baar usne uski shirt ke collar pe laga ek dhaga utaara, bina soche, jaise roz utaarti ho. Arjun ne uske gaal pe gira baal hataaya. Bar pe baithe kisi ko bhi dekh ke lagta ki yeh do log saalon se saath hain. Every time his fingers neared her mouth she felt the wetness between her legs pulse, and she kept shifting slightly on the stool to feel the lace drag against her clit.
Aaj raat ke liye main iski hoon, Geeti ne socha, aur woh soch itni seedhi aayi, itni saaf, ki use darr nahi laga. Ek ajeeb sa sukoon laga. Ghar pe Soham ki. Bank mein sabki madam. Lekin aaj raat… aaj raat main iski hoon. The thought settled deep in her belly and made her pussy clench around nothing again.
Usne apne baayein takhne ko halka sa hilaaya. Charm ne ek patli khanak di. Use laga jaise Soham ne door se haan kaha ho. The soft sound of the charm against her ankle sent a fresh reminder of what she was, and more wetness soaked into the already clinging lace.
Arjun ne apna glass uthaaya aur uske glass se halke se takraaya. Tin. "Kis ke naam?" usne poocha.
"Aap batao."
"Is saree ke naam." Uski nazar phir bhi uske chehre pe thi, neeche nahi gayi. "Jisne mujhe poori shaam bewakoof banaaye rakha hai."
"Saree ne?" Geeti ne bhaunh uthaayi. "Saree ne kya kiya?"
"Har baar jab tum hilti ho, yeh kandhe se thoda sa sarakti hai. Aur har baar main sochta hoon, ab giregi. Aur har baar tum use pakad leti ho." Woh muskuraaya. "Jaan boojh ke karti ho na?"
"Nahi," usne kaha. Aur phir, kyunki use rokna nahi tha, usne apna kandha halka sa ghumaaya, aur pallu ek inch sarka. Usne use nahi pakda. Ek pal. Do pal. Arjun ka jabda kasa, aur uski ungliyan glass pe safed ho gayi. Phir Geeti ne dheere se pallu wapas kandhe pe kheencha. Letting the pallu slip on purpose made her nipples ache and her clit throb hard under the wet lace.
"Ab kiya," usne kaha, aankhon mein chamak ke saath. "Jaan boojh ke."
Arjun ne ek lambi saans chhodi aur hansa, aawaaz bhaari. "Tum bahut khatarnaak ho, jaan. Bahar se itni seedhi. Andar se…"
"Andar se?"
"Andar se abhi pata karna baaki hai."
Geeti ki jaanghein bar stool pe ek doosre se dab gayi. Uske pet ke neeche woh garmi ab ek dheemi, lagaataar dhadkan ban gayi thi, jaise koi andar se darwaza khatkhata raha ho. Aise koi baat karta hai kisi se, usne socha, aur use pata hai ki woh kya kar raha hai. Usne glass se ek ghoont liya, sirf hothon ko kuch kaam dene ke liye. The pressure of her thighs together made the soaked lace press harder against her swollen clit, and she had to bite her lip to stay quiet.
Arjun ne apni ungli se uske hothon ke kinaare se ek chutney ka nishaan poncha, aur phir ungli wahin rakhi, uske neeche wale hoth pe, halke se dabaate hue. His finger rested against her lower lip, and she could feel how wet and sensitive her mouth had become.
"Ab bolo," usne kaha. "Kitni garmi hai?"
Geeti ne uski ungli ke neeche apne hoth hilaaye. "Aath."



Darr lag raha hai?" usne poocha. Is baar uski awaaz mein koi mazaak nahi tha. Dheemi, seedhi, jaise usne yeh sawaal poori shaam se apne paas rakha ho.
Geeti ne turant jawaab nahi diya. Usne apne andar dekha. Darr tha, haan. Pet mein ek chhoti si thandi gaanth, jo ghar se nikalte waqt se bandhi thi. Lekin us gaanth ke chaaron taraf ab kuch aur bhi tha, kuch garam, kuch jo us gaanth ko dheere dheere pighla raha tha. The heat between her legs had already soaked the thin lace completely, and every small shift on the stool made the wet fabric drag against her swollen clit.
"Thoda…" usne sach kaha, aur nazar jhuka li.
"Kis cheez ka?"
"Pata nahi." Usne kandhe uchkaaye, aur dori ka latkan phir uski peeth pe hila. "Aapse nahi. Shaayad apne aap se."
Arjun ne kuch der use dekha. Phir usne apna doosra haath bar pe rakha, uske haath ke paas, itna paas ki uski chhoti ungli uski chhoti ungli ko bas chhoo rahi thi. Na pakda, na dabaaya. Bas chhua. The light contact of his little finger against hers sent a small spark straight down to her clit.
"Apne aap se darr achha hota hai," usne kaha. "Matlab andar kuch hai jo bahar aana chahta hai."
Tabhi uska ghutna uske ghutne se phir chhua. Pehle bhi chhua tha, lekin is baar Arjun ne apna stool thoda sa aur ghumaaya, aur ab uska ghutna uski do jaanghon ke beech wali jagah ke kinaare pe tika tha, saree ke patle kapde ke paar, uske ghutne ki haddi uski jaangh ki naram andar wali golaai pe. Geeti ne mehsoos kiya ki uski jeans ki garmi kapde ke paar aa rahi thi. Ek pal ke liye usne socha ki apni taangein ek doosre pe rakh le, ki us ghutne ko bahar kar de. The rough denim pressing against the soft inner skin of her thigh through the thin saree made fresh wetness leak into the already soaked lace.
Usne nahi kiya.
Woh ghutna wahin raha. Aur Geeti ka ghutna bhi. Phir, bahut dheere, itna dheere ki woh khud yakeen nahi kar paayi ki woh kar rahi thi, uski jaangh ne us ghutne pe halka sa dabaav diya. Jawaab mein Arjun ka ghutna ek inch aage aaya. She pressed her thigh against his knee on purpose, and the heat of him through the fabric made her pussy clench hard.
Ye galat hai… usne socha, aur uski saans gehri ho gayi. Ye bilkul galat hai… phir bhi rukna nahi chahti.
Arjun ne apna haath bar se uthaaya aur uski jaangh pe rakha, saree ke upar, ghutne ke theek upar. Bas rakha. Silk ke neeche uski hatheli ki garmi seedhe uski skin tak aayi, aur Geeti ki saans ruk gayi. Phir uski ek ungli dheere dheere upar chali, andar ki taraf, ek seedhi lakeer mein, itni dheere ki woh har dhaaga mehsoos kar rahi thi jispe se woh guzri. Ek kaanpti hui lehar uski jaangh se seedhe uski chut tak daudi, aur uski jaanghein apne aap ek doosre se dab gayi, uski ungli ko beech mein pakadte hue. The slow drag of his finger up the inside of her thigh made the wet lace cling even tighter to her swollen folds, and she had to bite her lip to stay quiet.
Arjun ruka. Usne uski taraf dekha, sirf uske chehre ko. "Pakad liya?" usne dheere se poocha.
"Nahi…" Geeti ne kaha, aur jaanghein dheeli nahi ki.
"Mujhe laga pakad liya." Uski ungli wahin, uski jaanghon ke beech daba hui, halke se hili. Ek chhota sa gol chakkar. Saree ke upar se. Aur Geeti ke hothon se ek siski nikal gayi jo music mein kho gayi. "Tumhe pata hai poori shaam main kya soch raha hoon?" The small circle of his finger between her thighs made her clit throb hard against the soaked lace.
"Kya?"
"Ki is saree ke neeche tum kitni garam hogi." Usne uska haath bar pe se uthaaya aur uski thandi ungliyon ko apne anguthe se sahlaaya, ek ek karke. "Haath thande. Aur andar aag. Sach batao."
Kaise jaanta hai yeh, Geeti ne socha, aur uski chut mein ek dhadkan uthi, jaise jawaab de rahi ho. Kaise jaanta hai ki main abhi kitni geeli hoon.
"Sach bataun?" usne kaha, nazar uthaa ke, aur khud apni himmat pe chaunki. "Andar… bahut garmi hai. Aur aaj… mujhe pura chahiye."
Arjun ki ungli uski jaangh pe ruk gayi, aur uski aankhein gehri ho gayi. "Aaj kuch adhoora nahi rahega," usne kaha. The confession left her mouth before she could stop it, and she felt another slow leak of wetness soak into the thin lace.
"Ek aur?" Arjun ne uske glass ki taraf ishaara kiya.
Do. Do kaha tha, Geeti. "Aadha," usne kaha.
Arjun ne bartender ko ungli se ishaara kiya. Bartender ne poora bhar diya. Geeti ne dekha, aur kuch nahi kaha. Gehra laal rang glass mein ghooma, lamp ki roshni mein chamka, aur usne glass uthaaya aur ek lamba ghoont liya. Wine is baar thandi nahi lagi. Seedhe garam utri, gale se seene tak, seene se pet tak, aur wahan jaake us thandi gaanth ke saath baith gayi. The warm wine settled low in her belly and mixed with the constant throb between her legs.
"Dheere," Arjun ne kaha. "Mujhe tum hosh mein chaahiye."
"Kyun?"
"Taaki kal subah tum yeh na keh sako ki wine ne kiya."
Geeti ka chehra garam ho gaya. "Kya kiya?" usne poocha, aur jaanti thi ki galti kar rahi thi yeh sawaal pooch ke.
Arjun ne jawaab nahi diya. Uska haath uski peeth se utha, aur ek pal ke liye Geeti ko us khaali jagah pe thand lagi, ek ajeeb si kami. Phir woh haath upar aaya, uske chehre ke paas. Uske baalon ki ek lat jo kaan ke paas se gaal pe gir aayi thi, usne use do ungliyon se pakda, dheere se, aur uske kaan ke peeche daal diya. Uski ungliyon ke sire uske kaan ke kinaare pe phisle, earring ko chhua, aur phir uski gardan ke us naram hisse pe ek pal ruke jahan uski nas phadak rahi thi. The light brush of his fingers against her neck made her nipples stiffen hard against the lace.
"Mmm…" Geeti ki aankhein aadhi band ho gayi. Aawaaz uske gale se nikli, bina uski ijaazat ke, aur usne turant hoth daba liye.
"Phir se," Arjun ne fusfusaaya.
"Kya?"
"Woh aawaaz. Phir se nikaalo."
"Pagal ho aap," usne kaha, lekin uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, aur uski ungli ab bhi uski gardan pe thi, aur angutha ab uske jabde ki lakeer pe dheere dheere chal raha tha, kaan se thodi tak, thodi se wapas kaan tak. His thumb traced the line of her jaw slowly, and she felt another pulse of wetness leak into the already soaked lace.
"Tumhari skin," usne kaha, "itni naram hai ki mujhe darr lag raha hai main chhoo ke kuch tod na doon."
"Tootne wali cheez nahi hoon main."
"Pata hai." Uski aankhein uske hothon pe aa ke ruk gayi. "Isliye toh chhoo raha hoon."
Bar ka shor ab Geeti ke liye kahin door chala gaya tha. Uske chaaron taraf log the, roshniyan thi, woh chaar ladke abhi bhi kahin dekh rahe honge, grey suit wala bhi, lekin use kuch dikh nahi raha tha. Sirf woh angutha, jo uski thodi tak aaya, aur ruk gaya. Sirf Arjun ka chehra, jo ab itna paas tha ki use uski aankhon mein lamp ki do chhoti chhoti roshniyan dikh rahi thi. Sirf uski saans, whisky aur dhuein ki, jo uske hothon tak aa rahi thi. The warm smell of his breath against her lips made her clit throb hard under the wet lace.
Soham kahin hai, usne socha. Shaayad dekh raha hai. Shaayad isi pal. Aur us soch se use rukna chahiye tha. Uske bajaaye uske pet ke neeche kuch kas gaya, aur uski jaanghon ke beech ka geelapan aur garam ho gaya. Neeche, uske baayein takhne pe, jab usne apna pair halka sa hilaaya, charm ne ek patli si khanak di. Tin. Jaise kisi ne haan kaha ho. The soft sound of the charm only made the heat between her legs worse.
"Geeti," Arjun ne kaha, aur uska naam uske muh se aise nikla jaise koi sawaal ho.
"Hmm?"
"Main tumhe kiss karna chahta hoon. Yahin. Abhi." Uska angutha uske neeche wale hoth ke bilkul kinaare tak aaya, chhua nahi, bas wahan ruka. "Karun?"
Geeti ka dil ek pal ruk gaya, phir itni zor se dhadka ki use laga uska blouse hil raha hoga. Bheed. Roshniyan. Bartender. Koi dekh lega. Aur phir, dheere, Dekhne do.
Usne kuch nahi kaha. Usne bas apni aankhein uski aankhon mein rakhi, aur dheere se, bahut dheere, sir hilaaya. Ek baar. Her thighs pressed tighter together as she nodded, and she felt the soaked lace cling even harder to her swollen clit.
Arjun jhuka.
Pehle sirf hoth chhue. Halke, sookhe, ek pal ke liye, jaise koi titli baith ke ud gayi ho. Itna halka ki Geeti ko pata bhi nahi chala ki saans kab rok li. Phir woh peeche hata, bas ek inch, aur uski aankhon mein dekha, aur Geeti ne dekha ki uski aankhein bhi kaanp rahi thi. The brief touch of his lips made her nipples ache and her pussy clench hard.
Phir woh wapas aaya.
Is baar uske hoth naram the, garam, aur unhone uske neeche wale hoth ko apne beech liya aur halke se dabaaya. Wine aur whisky ka swaad ek doosre mein ghul gaya. Geeti ke hoth apne aap khul gaye, thode se, aur Arjun ne uske upar wale hoth ko choosa, dheere, jaise uski laal lipstick ka swaad le raha ho. Ek chhoti si geeli aawaaz hui, mwah, jo music mein kisi aur ne nahi suni, sirf unhone. The soft suction on her lip sent a sharp pulse straight to her clit.
"Mmm…" Geeti ke gale se nikla, lamba, dheema, aur is baar usne use roka nahi.
Uska haath uske gaal se sarak ke uske baalon mein chala gaya, uski gardan ke peeche, aur usne use apni taraf thoda aur kheencha. Kiss gehra hua. Uski jeebh ne uske hothon ke beech halke se dastak di, ek baar, jaise ijaazat maang rahi ho, aur Geeti ne apna muh khol diya. Uski jeebh andar aayi, dheere, garam, aur uski jeebh se mili, aur Geeti ko laga jaise kisi ne uske andar ek bijli ka taar chhoo diya ho. Wine ka khatta meetha swaad, uski whisky ki kadwaahat, aur dono ke beech uski saans. The wet slide of his tongue against hers made her hips shift forward on the stool without permission.



Mmmh… mmm…" Uski siskiyan ab uske muh mein ja rahi thi, uske hothon ke beech dab rahi thi.
Uska apna haath kab utha, use pata nahi chala. Pehle woh bar pe tha, phir uski kalai pe, phir uske seene pe, kaali shirt ke upar, jahan uska dil bhi utni hi tezi se dhadak raha tha jitna uska. Uski ungliyan shirt mein mudi, kapde ko mutthi mein bheench liya, aur use apni taraf kheencha. Stool ke kinaare se uska ghutna aur aage aaya, uski jaanghon ke beech, aur Geeti ne apni jaanghein uske ghutne pe kas li, bina soche. She squeezed her thighs around his knee and felt the rough denim press harder against her through the thin saree, the wet lace sliding against her swollen clit.
Woh choomte rahe. Ek baar alag hue, saans lene ke liye, hoth bas ek baal bhar door, aur Geeti ne uski saans apne geele hothon pe mehsoos ki. Phir Arjun ne uske neeche wale hoth ko apne daanton mein halke se pakda, kheencha, aur chhoda, aur Geeti ke muh se ek chhoti si "aah" nikli jo usne kabhi apne muh se nahi suni thi. Phir woh phir mile, aur is baar Geeti ne pehal ki, uski jeebh dhoondhi, choosi, aur khud hairaan hui ki woh kya kar rahi thi. The soft bite on her lower lip made her moan into his mouth and her pussy clench hard around nothing.
Main ek bar mein hoon, usne socha, aankhein band, uski jeebh ke saath khelte hue. Sabke saamne. Shaadi-shuda aurat. Mangalsutra pehen ke. Aur main ek mard ko aise choom rahi hoon jaise… jaise… Usse aage koi shabd nahi aaya. Sirf ek garam lehar, jo uske hothon se shuru hui aur uske nipples tak gayi, jo ab blouse ke andar lace ke peeche patthar ki tarah sakht ho chuke the, aur phir seedhe neeche, uski chut tak. The deep kiss had her nipples aching and her clit throbbing in time with every slow slide of his tongue.
Jab aakhir woh alag hue, toh Geeti ke hoth khule reh gaye, geele, soojhe hue, aur uski saans tez thi. Arjun ka maatha uske maathe se tika tha. Usne aankhein kholi. Arjun ke hothon pe uski lipstick ka laal rang tha, phaila hua. Her lips felt swollen and sensitive, and she could still taste him.
"Aapke hoth," usne fusfusaaya, aur hans padi, saans bhari hansi. "Laal ho gaye."
"Tumhare bhi phail gaye." Usne anguthe se uske hoth ka kinaara poncha. "Waste nahi hui na? Lipstick?"
"Nahi," Geeti ne kaha, aur nazar jhuka li. "Bilkul nahi."
Kahin peeche se kisi ne seeti bajaai. Shaayad un chaar ladkon mein se kisi ne. Geeti ka chehra jal utha, aur usne Arjun ke kandhe mein chehra chhupa liya. Woh hansa, uski hansi uske seene mein goonjti hui, aur uska haath phir uski nangi peeth pe aa gaya, is baar poori hatheli, garam, mazboot. The full heat of his palm on her bare back made her shiver and press closer against him.
Geeti ne uske kandhe se chehra uthaaya. Uske hoth abhi bhi kaanp rahe the, aur uski jaanghon ke beech itni garmi thi ki use laga woh stool pe baith bhi nahi paayegi zyada der. Usne uski aankhon mein dekha, aur jo baat woh poori shaam se, us pehle pal se jab usne uski peeth dekhi thi, apne andar daba ke baithi thi, woh bina ijaazat ke uske hothon tak aa gayi. The soaked lace between her legs felt completely ruined, and she could feel how swollen and sensitive she was.
"Mujhe aap chahiye…" usne kaha, itna dheere ki shaayad sirf uske hoth hile. Phir, saaf, "Abhi."
Arjun ki saans ek pal ruk gayi. Uska haath uski peeth pe kas gaya. "Kab se ruka hoon," usne kaha, aur uski aawaaz itni bhaari thi ki woh khurdari lagi. "Upar ek private cabin hai. Sirf hum dono."
Usne ek aakhri baar darwaze ki taraf dekha, phir bheed mein, phir bar ke kone pe. Soham kahin nahi tha. Ya shaayad har jagah tha. Aaj woh nahi dekhega, usne socha. Aaj sirf main hoon.
Usne apna glass uthaaya, usmein jo aakhri ghoont bacha tha woh piya, aur glass neeche rakha. The last swallow of wine was warm, and she felt the constant throb between her legs as she set the glass down.
"Chalo," usne kaha, aur use apni awaaz kisi aur aurat ki lagi.

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