Adultery Pativrata se Hotwife: Ek Anokha Safar

[Joker44]

Hello Xossipy friends! 

This is Joker44 – re-sharing my older story "Pativrata Patni se Hotwife Tak - Ek Safar" as a new, detailed rewrite.

The original was too fast-paced at the start (transformation felt rushed), with some pacing and flow issues.

I've fixed it: slower buildup, more emotions/guilt/hesitation, deeper character thoughts, extra teasing scenes, and some visuals for better immersion.

This version draws from real-life fantasies my wife and I have explored. Hope you like the improved take! 

Posting updated chapters soon – starting with the reworked opening.

Read, like, comment your thoughts/suggestions – your feedback motivates me! 
Joker44 signing in… let's make it hotter! 

Story Continues:

Har kahani ki jaan uske characters hote hain. Is story mein hum teen aise logon ki zindagi dekh rahe hain jo maryada (boundaries) aur chahat (desire) ke beech khade hain.

Geeti (Sanskari Wife)

• Umra (Age): 28 saal
  
  
• Profession: Bank Manager
  
  
• Aura: Graceful, professional, aur thodi si reserved. Par uske shaant chehre ke peeche ek sulagta hua volcano hai.
  

Physical Description: Geeti "Classic Indian Beauty" ka perfect misaal hai. Uski height 5'6" hai aur uska figure ek perfect hourglass shape mein hai—chaudi jaanghein (wide hips) aur ek bahut hi patli kamar. Uska rang doodh ki tarah safed (ivory complexion) hai, jo silk sarees mein aur bhi nikharta hai. Uske baal lambe, ghane aur jet-black hain, jo aksar office mein ek neat bun mein bandhe hote hain, par jab khulte hain toh uski peeth ko poora dhak lete hain. Uski aankhein badi aur gahri hain, jinme hamesha ek thahrav hota hai, par ab unme ek naye anubhav ki bhookh jaag rahi hai.

Vibe: Woh aisi aurat hai jise dekh kar log izzat bhi karte hain aur dabe paon uski khubsurti ki tamanna bhi.



Soham (The Conflicted Alpha)

• Umra (Age): 29 saal
  
  
• Profession: IT Company Manager
  
  
• Aura: Confident, sharp, aur fit. Woh jitna apne kaam mein committed hai, utna hi apni desires ko lekar confuse.
  

Physical Description: Soham ki height 6 feet hai aur uska body frame kafi athletic aur toned hai, jo regular gym jaane ki wajah se dikhta hai. Uske features kafi sharp hain—ek majboot jawline aur hamesha well-groomed light stubble (halki dadhi). Uske haath bade aur mazboot hain, jo Geeti ki nazuk skin par kafi rough aur masculine lagte hain. Office mein woh hamesha crisp ironed shirts aur formal trousers mein hota hai, jisme uski chauri chhati (broad chest) saaf nazar aati hai.

Vibe: Ek aisa mard jo protect bhi karna jaanta hai aur bekaabu hona bhi. Uski awaaz mein ek gahraapan (depth) hai jo kisi ko bhi attract kar sakta hai.


 
Amrita (The Bubbly Temptation)

• Umra (Age): 23 saal
  
  
• Status: Government Exams ki taiyari kar rahi hai
  
  
• Aura: Chanchal, bekhauf (fearless), aur mischievous. Woh "Gen-Z" energy se bhari hui hai aur jaanti hai ki apni masoomiyat ko kaise use karna hai.
  

Physical Description: Amrita Geeti se thodi chhoti hai, height 5'4". Uska badan petite hai par kafi bubbly aur curvy hai. Uska rang sun-kissed (halka sa gora aur gehunua mix) hai, jo kafi healthy aur youthful glow deta hai. Uske baal shoulder-length hain aur hamesha thode bikhre hue rehte hain, jisse woh kafi cute lagti hai. Woh aksar ghar mein short cotton kurtis ya clingy dresses pehenti hai, jo uski naram aur chikni twacha (smooth skin) ko highlight karte hain. Uski aankhon mein hamesha ek shararat hoti hai, jaise woh har waqt kisi mazaak ki talaash mein ho.

Vibe: Woh aisi ladki hai jise dekh kar aapko lagega ki woh bahut masoom hai, par uski baaton aur nazron mein ek aisi aag hai jo kisi bhi mard ko bhatka sakti hai.

 
Mumbai ki garmi aur uupar se Delhi ki thakane wali flight—Soham jab ghar pahuncha toh uska badan toot raha tha. Usne flat ki bell bajayi aur apna suitcase wahi side mein rakh diya. Uska dimag abhi bhi office ke kaam mein uljha tha, par ek hissa bechain tha. Delhi ke tour par kaam ka itna pressure tha ki usse Geeti se baat karne ka waqt tak nahi mila, aur physical intimacy toh door ki baat thi. Ek mardana bhookh uske andar dabi hui thi.

Darwaza khula, par samne Geeti nahi thi.

"Jijoo! Aap aa gaye!" Amrita ne khushi se chahakte hue kaha.

Amrita ne ek dhili cotton ki short kurti aur leggings pehni thi. Uske baal thode bikhre hue the, jaise woh abhi-abhi so kar uthi ho. Uska chehra bilkul taaza aur chamakdar lag raha tha.

"Haan Amrita, Geeti abhi tak nahi aayi?" Soham ne andar kadam rakhte hue pucha.

"Nahi, unka aaj kuch audit hai bank mein, toh late ho jayengi," Amrita ne suitcase uthane ke liye niche jhukte hue kaha.

Jaise hi woh suitcase pakadne ke liye niche jhuki, uski dhili kurti ka gala thoda aage gir gaya. Soham, jo thik uske upar khada tha, ki nazar sidha uski deep neckline par gayi. Amrita ki gori chhati aur uske beech ki gehri cleavage moonlight ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Soham ka gala ek dum se sookh gaya. Do hafte se Geeti se door rehne ki wajah se uska sharir pehle hi sensitive tha, aur yeh nazara uske liye kisi bijli ke jhatke se kam nahi tha.

"Jijoo? Kahan kho gaye?" Amrita ne suitcase utha kar sidha hote hue pucha. Usne Soham ki nazron ka peecha kiya aur halki si smile di, jaise use pata ho ki Soham kya dekh raha tha.

 
"Uh... kuch nahi. Bas thoda thaka hua hoon," Soham ne nazrein churayi. "Waise, main tumhare liye kuch laya hoon."

Usne apne bag se ek chhota sa box nikala. "Yeh lo, Delhi se tumhare liye ek chhoti si bhent."

Amrita ne excitedly box khola. Usme ek rose-gold finish wali mehengi watch thi. "Wow! Yeh kitni pyaari hai! Thank you so much, Jijoo!"

Khushi ke maare Amrita ne aao dekha na taao, aur sidha Soham ko gale laga liya.

Uski fruity shampoo aur youthful skin ki mehak Soham ke naak se hoti hui sidha uske dimaag tak pahunchi. Amrita ka naram badan Soham ke sakht seene se chipak gaya. Soham ne mehsoos kiya ki uski dabi hui garmi ab bekaabu ho rahi hai. Uska auzaar (dick) ek dum se sakht (hard) hone laga aur jeans ke andar apna rasta banane laga.

Amrita ne hug thoda lamba khicha. Par jaise hi woh peeche hatne wali thi, use Soham ke thighs ke paas kuch sakht mehsoos hua jo uske pet se takra raha tha. Woh ek pal ke liye thithak gayi. Uski aankhein thodi badi hui aur usne Soham ki aankhon mein dekha.

Dono ke beech ek gehri khamoshi chha gayi. Amrita ne turant use nahi chhoda; usne dhire se apne haath Soham ke kandhon se hataye, par uski nazrein Soham ke jeans ke us ubhaar (bulge) par hi thin jo saaf nazar aa raha tha.

"Aap... aap fresh ho jaiye, main chai banati hoon," Amrita ne dheere se kaha, uska chehra ab halka gulabi ho chuka tha.

Dono sofa par baith gaye. Amrita ne TV on kar diya, par dono ka dhyan screen par nahi tha. Kamre mein ek aisi awkwardness aur tension thi jise kata ja sakta tha. Soham apni jeans theek karne ki koshish kar raha tha, aur Amrita baar-baar apne baalon ko kaan ke peeche kar rahi thi, kabhi-kabhi tirchi nazron se Soham ko dekhte hue.

Raat abhi shuru hui thi, aur Geeti ke aane mein abhi kaafi waqt tha.


Soham fresh hokar living room mein aaya toh dekha Amrita kitchen se do cup steaming chai lekar aa rahi thi. Uske chalne ke andaaz mein ek ajeeb si lachak thi. Woh Soham ke bilkul paas sofa par baith gayi—itni paas ki unke kandhe lagbhag takra rahe the.

Chai ki bhap ke beech Amrita ne apni nazrein uthayi. "Jijoo, aap kabhi mere saath ghar pe time kyu nahi bitaate?" Usne ek teasing muskurahat ke saath pucha, uska gala thoda deep hua jaise woh jaan bujh kar use distract kar rahi ho.

Soham ne chai ka sip liya, par uska dhyan Amrita ke gulabi honthon par tha. "Tum hi toh badi busy rehti ho madam... har waqt ya toh phone mein ya books mein. Mujhe laga meri zaroorat nahi hai," usne hansi rokte hue kaha.

Amrita ne thoda nakhra dikhaya aur apna sar thoda tedha kiya. "Acha ji? Aap toh lagta hai kisi aur ke saath time bitaane mein busy hote ho... Delhi ki chanchal ladkiyan pasand aa gayi lagti hain. Mujhe toh bas excuse milta hai!"

Soham thoda aur jhuka, uski masculine cologne aur Amrita ki meethi scent ab mil rahi thin. "Waise agar tum chaho... toh main sirf tumhara ho jaaun kuch waqt ke liye?"

Amrita ka chehra ek dum se tamtama utha. Woh sharma gayi, par usne apni nazrein nahi hatayi. "Jijoo, aap bhi na... flirt karne lage ho kya? Didi ko bataun?"

"Main toh bas tumse baat kar raha hoon... tum hi kuch aur soch rahi ho!" Soham ne shararat se kaha.
Chai ke baad dono garden mein walk karne gaye. Shaam dhal rahi thi aur aasmaan par narangi aur baingani rang bikhre hue the. Baatein karte-karte woh dono ek ghane ped ke niche ruk gaye.

"Jijoo, aap kabhi kabhi itne sweet lagte ho ki lagta hai aapko kisi ladki ne ab tak churaya kaise nahi," Amrita ne aankh maarte hue kaha, par uski awaaz mein ek sacchayi thi.

Soham ne thodi der use dekha, phir dheere se bola, "Shayad isliye kyunki main kisi ek ladki ka ho gaya hoon... lekin usne ab tak realize nahi kiya."

Amrita ka dil zoron se dhadka. Usne Soham ki baat ka matlab samajh liya tha, par usne sirf ek challenge wali smile di. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh aag dono taraf barabar lagi hai.
Raat hone ko thi, baarish ki thandak badh rahi thi. Dono ne decide kiya ki ek light si movie dekhte hain. Living room ki lights dim thin, sirf TV ki roshni unke chehron par pad rahi hi.

Movie ke dauraan bhi woh dabi-dabi masti chalu thi. Soham ne popcorn uthate waqt "galti" se Amrita ke naram haath ko chhua. Amrita ne haath hataya nahi, balki usne apni taang sofa par upar rakh di, Soham ka rasta block karte hue.

"Yeh kya kar rahi ho madam, paon hatao," Soham ne mazaak mein kaha, par uski nazar Amrita ki chikni aur gori thighs par thi jo kurti se bahar jhaank rahi thin.

"Toh aap nikal ke dikhao," Amrita ne thoda lalkara, uske chehre par naughty expressions the.

Soham ne mazaak-mazaak mein uska paon pakad liya. Amrita ka paon itna mulayam tha ki Soham ka hath wahan se hatne ka naam nahi le raha tha. Amrita halka sa sehmi, par phir hans di. Woh bonding effortless thi, jaise dono ek comfort zone mein aa gaye hon jahan sharam piche chhut rahi thi.



Der raat jab Geeti thaki-haari ghar aayi, toh usne dekha ghar ka mahaul kaafi warm aur light hai. Soham aur Amrita hans-hans kar baatein kar rahe the.

"Arey, tum dono ki party toh abhi tak chal rahi hai?" Geeti ne muskurate hue pucha, apna bag rakhte hue.

Usne dekha ki Soham ka chehra khila hua hai aur Amrita kaafi khush hai. Geeti ko laga ki Soham aur uski behen ke beech ek healthy, sweet dosti ban gayi hai. Us masoom ko kya pata tha ki uski gair-haziri mein ghar ke har kone mein ek forbidden connection ki khushboo bas chuki thi.

Geeti ne Soham ko gale lagaya, par Soham ki nazrein abhi bhi Amrita se takra rahi thin.
Agle din ki subah thodi der se shuru hui. Soham Delhi ki thakan aur raat ki bechaini ki wajah se deri se jaga. Jab usne aankhein kholi, toh suraj ki roshni parde cheer kar kamre mein aa rahi thi. Geeti pehle hi uth chuki thi aur kitchen se masalon ki khushboo aur bartanon ki aawaaz aa rahi thi—woh lunch ki taiyari mein vyast thi.

 
Soham ne angdayi li aur bed se uth kar kamre se bahar nikla. Uska irada seedha bathroom jaane ka tha, par jaise hi woh hallway mein pahuncha, bathroom ka darwaza khula.

Saamne Amrita khadi thi.

Soham ke kadam wahi jam gaye. Amrita ne sirf ek chhota sa safed towel apne badan par lapeta hua tha. Towel uski chest se shuru hokar uski thighs ke beech tak hi pahunch raha tha. Uska badan abhi bhi geela tha, aur paani ki nanhi boondein uske gore kandhon aur collarbone par motiyon ki tarah chamak rahi thin. Uske bheege baal shoulders par bikhre the, aur paani dheere-dheere tapak kar towel ke upar se uske badan par rasta bana raha tha.

Amrita ne Soham ko dekha aur ek pal ke liye freeze ho gayi. Do hafte tak Soham ghar par nahi tha, toh woh aur Geeti aksar aise hi aazaadi se ghumti thin. Woh bhool gayi thi ki ab Soham ghar wapas aa chuka hai.

Soham ki nazrein Amrita ke bheege badan par tik gayi thin. Safed towel Amrita ki sun-kissed skin aur uske curves ko itni khoobsurti se ubhaar raha tha ki Soham ka dimaag sunn ho gaya. Subah ki thandak mein uske sharir mein ek garam lehar daud gayi. Raat ki dabi hui chahat ek dum se jaag uthi, aur uski shorts ke andar uska Lund (dick) ek baar phir tezi se sakht hone laga.

 

Oops! Sorry Jijoo!" Amrita ne dhire se kaha, uska chehra sharam se ek dum laal ho gaya.

Woh tezi se apne kamre ki taraf bhagi, par bhagte waqt uski nazar ek pal ke liye Soham ke shorts par gayi. Wahan saaf taur par ek lamba aur sakht ubhaar (bulge) nazar aa raha tha jo Soham ki arousal ko chupa nahi pa raha tha.

Amrita apne kamre mein ghusi aur darwaza band kar liya. Darwaze ke peeche khade hokar usne apna haath apne dil par rakha, jo zoron se dhadak raha tha. Usne yaad kiya ki Soham use kaise dekh raha tha—un nazron mein bhookh thi, ek aisi chahat jo Amrita ko andar tak hila gayi thi. Woh halka sa muskurayi aur phir ek dabi hui giggle (khilkhilahat) uske honthon se nikli. Use bura nahi laga; balki use maza aa raha tha ki uska bheege badan Soham ko itna bechain kar sakta hai.

Bahar hallway mein, Soham abhi bhi wahi khada tha, apni saansein kabu karne ki koshish kar raha tha.

"Soham? Tum uth gaye? Chai thandi ho rahi hai!" Geeti ne kitchen se aawaaz di.

Soham ne ek gehri saans li aur apna gala saaf kiya. "Haan Geeti, bas aa raha hoon," usne kaha, par uska dhyan abhi bhi us band darwaze par tha jiske peeche Amrita abhi-abhi gayi thi.

Woh jaanta tha ki ab yeh silsila rukne wala nahi hai. Har guzarte pal ke saath, ghar ki deewaron mein ek forbidden romance apni jagah bana raha tha.
Dopehar ka waqt tha. Mumbai ki sadkon par halki bheed thi aur aasman par kaale baadal ab bhi tair rahe the. Soham ek South Mumbai ke posh cafe mein baitha tha, baar-baar apne coffee mug ke handle se khel raha tha. Uske dimaag mein ab bhi wahi morning wala nazara ghum raha tha—Amrita ka woh bheega badan, safed towel, aur uski shararat bhari giggle.

Tabhi Aashish ne entry li. Aashish, Soham ka college ka sabse purana dost, jo ab ek lifestyle magazine mein editor tha. Woh hamesha se thoda 'modern' aur 'open-minded' khayalon ka raha hai.

"Kya baat hai Soham? Itna sannaata kyun hai bhai? Lagta hai Delhi ki thakan utri nahi ab tak," Aashish ne kursi khichte hue mazaakiya andaaz mein kaha.

Soham ne ek feeki muskurahat di. "Thakan toh utar gayi... par dimaag kahin aur phasa hua hai."

Aashish ne waiter ko coffee ka order diya aur lean hokar Soham ki aankhon mein dekha. "Bata na yaar, kya chal raha hai? Geeti bhabhi se jhagda hua? Ya phir..." usne thoda dheere se kaha, "Kahin wahan Delhi mein koi scene toh nahi ho gaya?"

Soham ne ek gehri saans li aur table par jhuk gaya. "Nahi yaar... scene ghar par ho gaya hai. Amrita... Geeti ki behen."

Aashish ne ek zor ka thahaka lagaya. "Oho! Saali sahiba? Bhai, tu toh bada 'shaukeen' nikla! Bhabhi itni sundar hain, aur teri nazar ab saali pe hai? Kya baat hai, 'saali aadhi gharwali' wala muhavara sach kar raha hai kya?"

Soham ka chehra sakht ho gaya. "Mazaak mat kar Aashish. Main bahut serious hoon. Mujhse nahi ho raha... main use dekhta hoon toh mera control chhutne lagta hai. Aaj subah... use towel mein dekh kar... I mean, it was wrong. Par mere andar kuch ho raha hai jo main rok nahi pa raha."

Aashish ka mazaakiya mood ek dum se gayab ho gaya. Usne dekha ki Soham ke hath kaanp rahe the. "Shit, Soham. Tu sach mein phas gaya hai. Par Geeti? Woh toh tujhse bahut pyaar karti hai. Dhokha dega use?"

"Wahi toh problem hai!" Soham ne thoda chilla kar kaha, phir apni awaaz dhimi ki. "Main Geeti ko dhokha nahi dena chahta. Par Amrita ke liye jo attraction hai, woh meri body aur dimaag par kabza kar raha hai. Main dishwasher mein ya TV dekhte waqt bhi sirf use hi imagine karta hoon."

Aashish ne coffee ka sip liya aur kuch der sochta raha. Phir usne ek ajeeb si smile di. "Dekh Soham, solution simple hai par thoda teekha hai. Tune kabhi 'Open Relationship' ya 'Hotwife' concept ke baare mein suna hai?"

Soham ne sawaliya nazron se dekha. "Matlab? Wahi jo movies mein hota hai? Swingers?"

"Nahi, har baar swinger nahi hota," Aashish ne samjhaya. "Dekh, tera guilt isliye hai kyunki tu akele kuch 'forbidden' karna chahta hai. Par agar tu aur Geeti ek-doosre ko aazaadi de do? Agar tu Amrita ke saath hai, toh Geeti ko bhi toh maza aane de kisi aur ke saath."

Soham ka chehra pale ho gaya. "Kya bakwaas kar raha hai? Geeti kisi aur ke saath? Main tolerate nahi kar paunga!"

Aashish ne mazaak mein kaha, "Kyun? Tu kare toh 'attraction', woh kare toh 'charitraheen'? Soch Soham... agar Geeti ek 'Hotwife' ban jaye, aur tu use kisi aur ke saath dekhe ya bas jaane ki woh kisi aur ke saath hai... tera guilt khatam ho jayega. Kyunki tab tum dono barabar hoge. In fact, use kisi aur ke saath imagine karna tujhe aur bhi zyada excite karega."

Soham chup ho gaya. Uske dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa conflict shuru hua. Ek taraf Geeti ki masoomiyat thi, aur doosri taraf Aashish ka yeh 'unconventional' idea.

"Tu kehna chahta hai ki main use 'allow' karun kisi aur ke paas jaane ke liye?" Soham ne dabi awaaz mein pucha.

"Main keh raha hoon ki sachayi share kar," Aashish ne calmly bola. "Use bata ki tu kya feel kar raha hai. Use bhi ek partner consider karne de. Agar woh mature hai, toh samjhegi. Aur yakeen maan, jab ek aurat ko pata chalta hai ki uska mard use share karne ke liye taiyar hai, toh unke beech ka connection aur bhi 'wild' ho jata hai. Tu Amrita ke saath khul sakega... bina kisi darr ke."

Soham ne apni coffee khatam ki. Uske dimaag mein ab do images thin—Amrita ka wo towel wala badan, aur Geeti... ek 'Hotwife' ke roop mein kisi ajnabi ke saath.

"Shayad tu sahi keh raha hai," Soham ne uthte hue kaha. "Humein darr mein jeene se accha hai ki hum apni boundaries hi mita dein."

Aashish ne uski peeth thapthapayi. "Good luck, brother. Par yaad rakhna, ek baar yeh darwaza khul gaya, toh wapas band nahi hota."

Soham cafe se bahar nikla. Baarish band ho chuki thi, par hawa mein ek nayi tarah ki garmi thi. Woh jaanta tha ki aaj raat ki baatchit un teeno ki zindagi hamesha ke liye badal degi.

 
Agle kuch din ghar ke andar ka mahaul ek aisi khamosh jung jaisa tha, jiske baare mein sirf Soham aur Amrita jaante the. Geeti ke liye woh uska wahi purana ghar tha, par Soham ke liye har kona ab ek gunah ki nishani banta ja raha tha.

Soham ka haal ab aisa tha ki woh jitna khud ko rokne ki koshish karta, utna hi Amrita ke khayaalon mein dasta jata. Office mein kaam karte waqt bhi, spreadsheets ki jagah use Amrita ka woh white towel wala badan aur hallway mein uski woh shararat bhari giggle yaad aati. Uska dimaag ab ek aise "loop" mein phasa tha jahan har rasta Amrita par hi khatam hota tha.
Geeti, jo ek hamesha se ek samajhdaar aur caring patni rahi thi, use ab saaf ehsaas hone laga tha ki kuch bahut bada galat ho raha hai. Soham ab usse nazrein churane laga tha. Woh ghar toh aata, par uska mann kahin aur hota.

"Soham, tum thik toh ho na?" Geeti ne ek shaam dining table par uska haath pakadte hue pucha. "Tumne dhang se khana bhi nahi khaya. Din bhar khoye-khoye rehte ho. Mujhse koi galti hui hai kya?"

Soham ne jhatke se apna haath peeche khinch liya, jaise Geeti ka sparsh use chubha ho. "Kuch nahi Geeti, tum har baat ka batangad kyun banati ho? Office mein audit chal raha hai, stress hai. Bas."

"Stress office ka hai ya mujhse door hone ka?" Geeti ki awaaz thodi kaanp rahi thi. "Pichle char dinon se tumne mujhse dhang se ek sentence tak nahi bola. Amrita se toh tum hans-hans kar baatein karte ho, par mere aate hi tum chup ho jaate ho."

Soham ne bina jawab diye kursi chhodi aur balcony ki taraf chala gaya. Uska yeh rookhapan (coldness) Geeti ke liye kisi khanjar se kam nahi tha. Use lag raha tha ki woh apne hi ghar mein ek ajnabi banti ja rahi hai.
Raat ko bedroom mein sannaata itna gehra tha ki ghadi ki 'tick-tick' bhi shor lag rahi thi. Geeti ne aaj himmat jutayi thi. Usne wahi red silk nighty pehni thi jo Soham ne use saal-girah par di thi. Usne thoda sa wahi perfume lagaya jo Soham ko madhosh kar deta tha.

Woh bed par Soham ke paas aayi aur dheere se uski peeth par apna sar rakh diya. "Soham... please... mujhse door mat jao. Main tumhari wahi Geeti hoon."

Soham palta. Geeti ki aankhon mein aansu aur chahat ka ek ajeeb mix tha. Red silk mein uska gora badan chamak raha tha. Soham ne ek gehri saans li aur use apni baahon mein bhar liya. Use laga shayad Geeti ke paas aane se Amrita ka bhoot utar jayega.

Woh Geeti ko kiss karne laga, par jaise-jaise nazdeekiyan badhi, Soham ka dimaag "dhokha" dene laga.

Jaise hi usne Geeti ki ivory skin ko chhua, use Amrita ke woh bheege hue kandhe yaad aa gaye. Jab usne Geeti ki nighty ki strap neeche ki, toh use wahi safed towel dikhne laga jo Amrita ne hallway mein lapeta tha. Woh Geeti ke honthon ko chhu raha tha, par uski band aankhon ke peeche Amrita ka chehra tha—uski wahi tirchi nazar aur woh masoom si shararat.

Uska sharir toh Geeti ke saath tha, par uski rooh Amrita ke 'forbidden' touch ke liye taras rahi thi. Ek pal aisa aaya jab Soham ke honthon se galti se "Am..." nikalte-nikalte reh gaya.

Woh achanak ek jhatke se peeche hat gaya. Uska saans phool raha tha, jaise usne koi paap kar diya ho.

"Soham? Kya hua?" Geeti ne bechaini se pucha, uska chehra hairani aur dard se bhara tha. Woh adhoorepan mein tadap rahi thi.

"I... I can't, Geeti. Bahut thakan hai. Neend aa rahi hai," Soham ne karvat badal li aur kambal odh liya.

Geeti wahi khamosh baithi rahi, andhere mein uski aankhon se aansu behne lage. Use ab yakeen ho gaya tha ki Soham ke dimaag mein koi aur hai. Woh rejection use andar tak tod gaya.

Deewar ke doosre kamre mein, Amrita shayad jaag rahi thi. Woh jaanti thi ki Soham ki har saans par ab uska pehra hai. Soham khud se nafrat kar raha tha, par woh jaanta tha ki ab woh Geeti ka "lovely husband" nahi raha—woh apni hi saali ki chahat ka qaidi ban chuka tha.

 

Raat ke 9 baj rahe the. Baahar ki baarish ab ek halki si thandak mein badal chuki thi. Geeti jab ghar aayi, toh uske chehre par din bhar ki thakan saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne apni navy blue cotton saree ka pallu thoda sambhala aur apne baalon ke bun ko dheela kiya. Bank ka audit kaafi exhausting raha tha, aur woh bas ek garam cup coffee aur Soham ka saath chahti thi.

Soham living room mein couch par baitha tha. TV band tha, par uske haath mein ek purana magazine tha jise woh bina padhe palat raha rahi tha. Uske dimaag mein Aashish ki baatein aur Amrita ka wo 'towel' wala aks kisi ghost ki tarah ghum rahe the.

"Bahut thak gayi hoon, Soham," Geeti ne kitchen ki taraf jaate hue kaha. "Chai peeyoge ya coffee?"

"Coffee... mere liye bhi ek bana do," Soham ne dabi awaaz mein kaha.

Kuch der baad Geeti do mugs lekar aayi. Usne coffee table par rakhi aur Soham ke paas baith gayi. Usne apne spectacles utare aur apni thaki hui aankhon ko masla. "Sab theek hai na? Tum aaj kuch alag hi mood mein lag rahe ho."

Soham ne coffee ka mug uthaya, par uske haath halka sa kaanp rahe the. Usne ek gehri saans li, jaise himmat jamaa raha ho. "Geeti… main tumse ek baat share karna chahta hoon. Thoda hatke hai, thoda unconventional... par main tumse ab kuch chhupana nahi chahta."

Geeti ne apna mug pakda aur thoda alert ho gayi. "Kya baat hai, Soham? Itni tension mein kyun lag rahe ho? Koi office ki problem hai?"

Soham ne uski aankhon mein dekha. Uske dimaag mein Amrita ka chehra tha, par uske saamne uski pyaari aur wafadaar patni baithi thi. "Nahi... office nahi. Hamare baare mein. Mujhe lagta hai... hum dono thoda 'stuck' feel kar rahe hain. Is routine mein, is monotony mein."

Geeti ne ek eyebrow uthayi. "Monotony? Matlab?"



"Matlab... kya tumne kabhi Open Relationship ke baare mein socha hai?"

Wahi sannaata jo Geeti ko sukoon deta tha, ab ek bhayanak sannate mein badal gaya. Geeti ka haath wahi jam gaya. Coffee ki bhap uske chehre se takra rahi thi, par use lag raha tha jaise kisi ne us par barf fenk di ho.

"Kya??" Geeti ki awaaz thodi unchi aur tharrati hui thi. "Soham... tum hosh mein toh ho?"

Soham ne nazrein churayi, par phir khud ko sambhala. "Mujhe lagta hai... exploring outside the marriage, together—mutually, honestly—could bring clarity. Hum dono ko ek naya perspective mil sakta hai. Main chahta hoon ki tum bhi... aazaad mehsoos karo."

"Are you even listening to yourself, Soham?" Geeti ka chehra suddenly pale ho gaya, aur uski thakan ab gusse mein badal rahi thi. "Tum mujhse keh rahe ho ki main kisi aur mard ke saath... rishte mein jaaun? Taaki tumhare dimaag ka 'stuck' feel hona khatam ho sake? That too with your 'permission'?"

Soham ne uska haath pakadna chaha, par Geeti ne jhatke se apna haath chhuda liya. "Nahi, mera matlab tumhe force karna nahi tha. Main bas soch raha tha… agar hum dono chahein, toh—"

"Toh tum khud kisi aur ke saath hona chahte ho, right?" Geeti ki aankhon mein aansuon ki chamak thi, par woh aansu dukh ke nahi, betrayal ke the. "Aur isiliye mujhe bhi ‘allow’ kar rahe ho taaki tumhara guilt kam ho jaye? Wow, Soham. Kitne considerate ho tum! Mere liye itna bada 'sacrifice'?"

Soham ne kuch bolne ki koshish ki, "Geeti, please. Main sirf honest hona chahta hoon. Aashish se baat ki thi maine aur—"

"Aashish?" Geeti khadi ho gayi, uska seena gusse se oopar-neeche ho raha tha. "Honest hone ka matlab yeh nahi hota ki tum kisi bhi waqt meri zindagi mein bomb phod do. Tumne kabhi socha main kya mehsoos karungi? Main yahan din bhar kaam karke aati hoon taaki tumhare saath thoda sukoon bita sakun, aur tum mujhe kisi aur mard ke bistar mein bhej rahe ho?"

Soham couch par hi baitha raha, uska sar jhuka hua tha. Use samajh aa gaya tha ki Aashish ka 'modern' mashwara haqeeqat mein kitna kadwa tha.

Geeti bedroom ki taraf chali gayi. Darwaze ke handle par haath rakha, par andar jaane se pehle woh palti. Uski aankhein ab shola ban chuki thin. Usne ek last line boli—itni dheemi par itni teekhi ki Soham ka kaleja kaap gaya:

"Agar main kal kisi aur ke saath hoti na... kya tum tolerate kar paate, Soham? Kya sach mein tum mujhe kisi aur ki baahon mein dekh kar itne hi 'honest' reh paate?"

Darwaza zor se band ho gaya.

Soham couch pe akela reh gaya—silent, shaken, and unsure. Usne ek aisi deewar khadi kar di thi jise shayad woh ab kabhi gira nahi payega. Par uske dimaag ke ek kone mein, Geeti ka wahi sawal goonj raha tha—kya woh tolerate kar paata?

Andhere mein baith kar, Soham ko realize hua ki usne shayad wo cheez tod di hai jo un dono ko baandhe hue thi. Aur deewar ke doosre kamre mein, Amrita shayad ye sab sun rahi thi... ya shayad woh agle mod ka intezaar kar rahi thi.

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Soham ke us ajeeb aur shocking 'open relationship' wale proposal ke baad, pichle kuch dino se Geeti apne hi khayalon ki uljhan mein khoyi rehti thi. Ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi uske andar—gussa, thukraav (rejection) ka dard, aur ek anjaani si aag. Par aurat ka dimaag jab kisi cheez se bagawat karne par aata hai, toh sabse pehle uske pehnawe mein jhalakta hai.



Ek din, aaine ke saamne khade hokar Geeti ne decide kiya ki aaj woh apni sadharan si image tod degi. Usne wardrobe se ek behad bold saari nikali—deep navy blue jisme ek chamakta hua silver border tha. Saari ka kapda itna naram aur patla tha ki woh uske curves se kisi doosri skin ki tarah lipat gaya. Uska blouse backless nahi tha, par aage se uska deep cut uski milky white cleavage ko ek tempting jhalak de raha tha. Aaj uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa confidence aur glowing nasha tha.




Jaise hi usne bank mein, apne cabin ki taraf step liya, wahan ki hawa hi badal gayi. Har nazar, chahe mard ki ho ya aurat ki, us par aakar tik gayi. Navy blue saari mein uski gori rangat aur bhi zyada khil rahi thi, aur uski kamar ka lachakna aaj kuch zyada hi numaya (visible) tha.

Ek senior colleague se raha nahi gaya aur woh bol pada, “Geeti, today you’re an absolute show-stopper. Bank ka mahol hi rangeen kar diya tumne.”

Geeti ne pallu ko halke se apni ungli par lapetate hue ek confident smile diya. “Kya karoon, mood hi aisa tha aaj.”

Us din poori office mein uske chalte hi jaise current sa daud jata tha. Ek naye intern ne toh, jo Geeti se umar mein kaafi chota tha, uski desk par aakar seedha keh diya, “Ma'am... if I wasn’t scared of HR, main sach mein aaj aapko coffee date pe le jaata.”

Geeti ko gussa aana chahiye tha, par uske andar ki us nayi aurat ne teasing tone mein jawab diya, “Achha hai tum HR se darte ho... warna pata nahi kya kya kar baithte.” Intern sharma kar chala gaya, par Geeti ke pet mein ek meethi si gudgudi chhod gaya.

Shaam ka waqt tha. Bank ka kaam thoda halka ho chuka tha. Geeti ek client se phone pe baat karne ke liye office ki chhat (terrace) ki taraf chali gayi. Terrace ka darwaza thoda khula tha. Jaise hi woh bahar kadam rakhne wali thi, usne background mein cigarette peete hue kuch mardon ki aawaazein suni. Woh uske hi department ke teen male colleagues the. Geeti wahi darwaze ke peechhe ruk gayi.

“Bhai, aaj Geeti Ma'am ko dekha? Uski saari ne toh aag laga di aaj… woh hips ka curve… uff,” ek mard ki hawas bhari aawaaz aayi.

“Sahi keh raha hai. Uska figure toh is saari mein aur zyada tempting lag raha tha. Main toh kehta hoon, ek baar mil jaaye toh poora din sirf use hi dekhta rahun,” doosre ne ek gandi hansi hasate hue kaha.

“Abe, dekhne mein jitni soft aur sanskari lagti hai na, mujhe lagta hai woh easily control ho jaati hai… sexy bhi hai aur soft bhi. Ek chance mil jaaye bas,” teesra bola, jaise koi ganda sapna dekh raha ho.

“Bhai tu ek ki baat kar raha hai? Jis tarah ki uski chaal thi aaj, likh ke le le, woh do logon ko bhi ek saath sambhaal sakti hai. Ek kaam karte hain, koi private party plan karo, aur usse invite karo. Pila kar dekhte hain iska asli roop,” pehle wale ne phirse kaha.



Geeti ki aankhon mein ek second ke liye bhayanak shock tha. Uske paanv zameen par jam gaye. Woh saari tareefin nahi thin, woh use kisi insaan ki tarah nahi, balki ek gosht ke tukde (piece of meat) ki tarah dekh rahe the. Jaise uska poora nanga body unke liye koi fantasy ho, jise woh apne bistar par nochne ki baatein kar rahe the. Ek izzatdaar branch manager ko andar jaakar unhe thappad marna chahiye tha. Par usne apni calm banaye rakhi.

Kyun? Kyunki gusse ki jagah... uske jism mein ek ajeeb sa, raw aur forbidden current daud gaya tha. 'Do logon ko sambhal sakti hai... easily control ho jati hai...' Yeh gande shabd uske kaano se hote hue seedha uski jaanghon ke beech aag laga rahe the. Woh wahan se bina koi aawaaz kiye, slowly walk karte hue office ke bathroom ki taraf mud gayi.

Bathroom tak ka woh chota sa rasta use meelon lamba lag raha tha. Uski saansein bhaari ho chuki thin aur dono taangon ke beech use ek chipchipa geelapan mehsoos hone laga tha.

Bathroom mein aate hi usne jaldi se door lock kiya. Woh aaine (mirror) ke saamne aakar khadi ho gayi aur haanfte hue khud ko dekha. Saari ki perfect fitting, uski kamar ka woh thoda sa ubhar, navy blue blouse se bahar jhaankte hue uske gora curves—sab kuch usse ab khud pe ek ajeeb sa asar kar raha tha. Woh khud ko ab apni nazron se nahi, balki un teen mardon ki gandi nazron se dekh rahi thi. Usne apne haath se cheek par aaye baalon ko thoda side kiya, aur phir dheere se, kaanpte haathon se apne blouse ki neckline ko halka sa aur neeche adjust kiya.

Woh terrace wali baatein uske dimaag mein kisi porn movie ke dialogue ki tarah goonj rahi thin—“Do bande bhi sambhaal sakti hai”, “Main toh rakh hi leta use apne paas”. Usne aankhen band ki aur ek thandi saans li. Uska shareer buri tarah garam hone laga tha. Woh jaanti thi ki yeh gussa nahi tha, yeh uski saalon ki dabi hui bhookh thi. Yeh kuch aur tha… kuch raw, kuch behad forbidden.

Geeti ne western toilet ka seat cover down kiya aur slowly uspe baith gayi. Uski saans tez thi, aur uski chhaati tezi se upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Usne apna silver pallu thoda side kiya, aur apne navy blue blouse ka sabse neeche wala button halka sa khol diya, jisse uska gora pet saaf nazar aane laga.

Apne thartharaate hue haathon ko dheere-dheere apni thighs pe move karte hue, usne apni saari ko ghutnon se upar tak khiska liya. Office ke thande bathroom mein uski gori, nangi jaanghein kisi jwalamukhi ki tarah tap rahi thin. Usne apna ek haath saari ke andar slip kiya… aur apni silk panties ke upar se apne sabse sensitive hisse ko halke se touch kiya.

“Shit…” usne halki si, haanfti hui whisper ki. Uski panty ka fabric puri tarah se bhig chuka tha. Woh already itni wet thi ki use apne hi jism ki garmi aur ras (juices) ka ehsaas panty ke bahar tak ho raha tha.

Uske fingertips ne panty ke elastic ko thoda side mein khiska diya, aur uski nangi ungliyan sidhe uske wet, soojhe hue folds tak pahunch gayin. Jaise hi usne apni geeli chut (core) ko chhua, uske muh se ek siskari nikal gayi. Usne apne clit par halki si circular motion shuru ki… aur tabhi dimaag mein un awara shabdon ne phir dastak di—“uski boobs ka size dekha? Perfect hai… ek chance mil jaye bas.”

Yeh soch kar ki bahar baith kar mard uske nange jism ke bare mein kya-kya gandi baatein soch rahe hain, uske andar ek naya, wild thrill jaag utha.

Uski saansen aur tez ho gayin. Uski do ungliyan ab uski geeli daraar ke andar-bahar hone lagin. 'Chapak-chapak' ki geeli aawaaz bathroom ki thandi deewaron se takra rahi thi.

“Mmmhh…” ek soft, be-kabu moan uske honton se nikal gaya. Jaise hi use aawaaz ka ehsaas hua, usne turant apna doosra haath apne honthon pe rakh kar use daba liya. 'Agar kisi ne sun liya toh? Agar koi washroom mein aa gaya toh?' Yeh dar... pakde jane ka yeh dar uske nange jism ko aur bhi zyada pagal kar raha tha.

Uske body ne ek ajeeb sa chill lena shuru kiya, har circular motion, har finger stroke ke saath uska lower body aur bhi tight ho raha tha. Usne aankhen kaskar band ki aur apni fantasy ko poori tarah azaad kar diya. Usne imagine kiya—ki woh terrace wali party sach ho gayi hai. Woh teen purush uske aaspas khade hain. Ek ne uske haath pakde hue hain, doosra uske is perfect navy blue blouse ke button be-rehmi se khol raha hai, saari ko noch kar nikaal raha hai… aur woh teenon anjaan, hawas se bhare mard uske nange curves par, uske hips par apne mote, sakht haath pher rahe hain. Use 'control' kar rahe hain.

“Mmmh… fuck…” woh apne hi in gande shabdon aur moan se thoda sharma gayi, lekin uska haath nahi roka. Usne kabhi gaali nahi di thi, par aaj lust ke is nashe mein yeh shabd uske honton se khud-ba-khud fisal gaya tha. Ek intense, garam wave uske andar se uth rahi thi. Har touch ke saath uska lower body aur bhi tight, aur bhi bhookha ho raha tha.



Tabhi, us junoon ke beech, ek second ke liye usne Soham ka dhyan kiya... Soham jo use nahi chhoota tha, Soham jo use kisi aur mard ke bistar par bhejna chahta tha. Aur phir achanak, uske dimaag mein Amrita ka chehra flash hua! Uska apna pati aur uski chhoti behen. Yeh khayal itna disturbing tha, itna chubhne wala tha, ki usne Geeti ke dimaag ki saari nasen jhanjhana din. Ek jhatka sa laga uske pure jism ko.

Soham ka rejection aur un paraye mardon ki wild hawas—in dono ke deadly combination ne uske jism ka fuse uda diya.

Aur ek dum—woh climax ki edge pe aa gayi.

Usne apni ungliyon ko poori taqat se apni clit par dabaya. Aankhen tightly band kar ke, apne dusre haath ko apne muh par aur kaskar dabate hue, ek muffled cry ke saath usne ek behad shaktishali, kaanpne wala orgasm feel kiya. Uska poora jism, uski gori thighs, buri tarah shake kar rahi thin. Uska garam ras uski ungliyon ko bhigota hua toilet seat par girne laga tha.


Uska haath ab still (ruk) gaya tha. Uski saansein bohut choti aur ukhdi hui thin (breath short), aur legs slightly shaking.


Kuch seconds baad, jab us toofaan ka asar thoda kam hua, toh reality ne use gher liya. Ek bohut bhayanak aur heavy guilt uske dil par baith gaya. "Maine yeh kya kiya? Apne office ke bathroom mein? Un ghatiya mardon ki baatein soch kar?" Usne jaldi se tissue paper nikala, apne aap ko saaf kiya aur kapde theek kiye. Jab woh khadi hui, toh uske pair abhi bhi thode kaanp rahe the. Usne sink ke paas aakar thanda paani apne chehre par maara.


Jab usne towel se chehra ponch kar dobara Mirror mein dekha, toh woh hairan reh gayi. Uska face lust ki garmi se laal tha, aankhen heavy aur nasheeli lag rahi thin... aur uske honton pe sharam ya gusse ki jagah ek light, naughty smile thi. Ek aisi aurat ki smile jisne abhi-abhi apni dabi hui dark side ko pehchana tha. Guilt tha, par us guilty enjoyment ne uski rooh mein ghar kar liya tha.


“Wow, Geeti… tum waise nahi ho jo tum dikhte ho,” usne aaine mein apne reflection ko ghoorte hue, ek soft aur mysterious voice mein khud se kaha.


Woh khadi hui, apne blouse ko wapas perfect fitting mein laaya, pallu theek kiya, apne purse se thoda mehnga perfume nikaal kar spray kiya… aur ek aur bhi zyada confident, par khatarnak expression ke saath bathroom se bahar nikal gayi.


Jab Geeti bank ke thande bathroom mein apni dabi hui aag aur naye roop se rubaru ho rahi thi, theek usi waqt ghar par ek bilkul alag hi toofan ne dastak de di thi.


Ghar par usi waqt Soham aur Amrita akele the. Bahar ki dhoop khidkiyon se chhan kar living room mein aa rahi thi, par ghar ke andar ki hawa mein ek ajeeb sa tension, ek unspoken khinchav tha. Soham sofa par laptop khole baitha tha, par uska dimaag apne kaam mein nahi lag raha tha. Geeti se doori ne use andar se bilkul khokhla kar diya tha.

Tabhi Amrita naha kar apne kamre se bahar aayi. Usne ek bohut hi light cotton dress pehni hui thi, jo uski fresh aur youthful body par thoda clingy tha. Kapda itna patla tha ki uske undergarments ki outlines halke se guess ki ja sakti thin. Uske freshly washed baal, jinse abhi bhi meethi shampoo ki khushboo aa rahi thi, uske shoulders pe azaadi se gir rahe the. Ek-aadh paani ki boond uski neck se hote hue uske collarbone ki taraf rurak rahi thi.



Soham ne jaise hi screen se nazar hata kar use dekha, woh ek moment ke liye poori tarah freeze ho gaya. Woh jawan, taaza aur be-baak ladki uski aakhon ke samne kisi apsara ki tarah khadi thi. Geeti ki berukhi aur serious nature ke theek ulat, Amrita mein ek aisi raw aur kachchi kashish thi jo Soham ke mardana dimaag ko haavi kar rahi thi.


“Tum... bilkul dreamy lag rahi ho, Amrita,” Soham ke muh se achanak yeh shabd nikal gaye. Awaaz mein ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan tha.


Amrita ruk gayi. Uski aankhein thodi badi huin, aur usne apne honthon ko halke se daanto tale daba liya. Woh thoda blush karte hue, apni nazrein thodi neechi karke boli, “Jijoo, aapko bhi meri tareef karne ki aadat lag gayi hai na aaj kal?”

“Tumhare jaise khoobsurat ladki ho samne, toh tareef toh banti hai,” Soham ne laptop ko coffee table par dhakel diya aur dheere se khada ho gaya. Woh bina soche, jaise kisi trance (nashe) mein ho, uske thoda kareeb aa gaya. Kamre ki khamoshi ab dono ki dhadkanon ko sunne lagi thi.

Amrita ne uski aankhon mein woh bhookh dekh li thi. Woh ek kadam piche hati, par uske chehre par darr nahi, ek flirtatious darr tha. “Aap mujhe tease kar rahe ho na, Jijoo?” usne pucha, uski saansein thodi tez hone lagi thin.

Soham uske theek samne aakar khada ho gaya. Dono ke beech ab sirf kuch inch ka faasla tha. Soham ne uski nigaahon mein gehrai se dekhte hue, ek hushed, kaanpti hui tone mein kaha, “Nahi... bas woh keh raha hoon jo is waqt dil keh raha hai.”


Amrita ne himmat karke apni aankhon ko uski aankhon mein daala. Aur uss moment mein, jaise ek saalo purani kaanch ki deewar toot kar bikhar gayi ho. Unke beech ki saari 'jija-saali' ki boundaries aur izzat ke dayre achanak melt hone lage.


Soham ne dheere se apna haath aage badhaya aur Amrita ka naram, gora haath pakad liya. Amrita ka jism us pehle asal sparsh (touch) se jhanjhana utha. Soham ka angutha uski kalaai par halke se sehlane laga. Kuch seconds tak dono bas ek-dusre ko ghoorte rahe, jaise us pal ki gravity ko samajhne ki koshish kar rahe hon. Par hawas aur aakarshan (attraction) ka asar dimaag ko sochne ka waqt kahan deta hai.

Soham ki ungliyan dheere-dheere Amrita ke haath se hote hue upar aayin, uski neck ko halke se chhua, aur phir uske us clingy cotton dress ke sabse upar wale button par ja kar thehar gayin.

Amrita ki saans puri tarah tez ho gayi thi. Uski chhaati zor-zor se upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Usne kaanpti awaaz mein, bohut hi softly kaha, “Jijoo... please...”

Par yeh 'please' kisi cheez ko rokne ke liye nahi tha. Uski awaaz mein na toh gussa tha, na hi koi mana karne ka ishaara. Balki woh ek surrender tha, ek dark khwahish ki shuruvaat thi.

Soham ki ungliyon ne bina koi jaldbaazi kiye, ek halki si twist ke saath woh pehla button khol diya. Uske baad doosra.

Cotton dress ke thoda sa khulte hi, uske andar se ek bohut hi delicate, light pink lace wali bra dikhaai dene lagi. Uski jawan, gori skin us roshni mein chamak rahi thi. Soham ne ek bhari ghoont nigla. Usne Geeti ke alawa saalon se kisi aurat ko is tarah kareeb se nahi dekha tha. Usne apni nigaahein Amrita ki aakhon mein hi rakhi, par apna haath dheere se aage badha kar uski khuli hui neckline ke beech, uske upper chest ko halke se, behad gently chhua.

Us mardana, garam sparsh ke padte hi Amrita ke muh se ek be-kabu, halki si moan nikal gayi— “Mmmm...”


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Woh awaaz behad soft aur sensual thi. Amrita ki aankhein band ho gayin aur usne apna sir halke se peeche ki taraf jhuka diya. Unka yeh connection ab sirf physical nahi raha tha—woh pal ek bohut bada emotional crack bhi tha jo unhe ek aisi forbidden duniya mein kheench raha tha jahan rishton ki koi mariyada bachi hi nahi thi.

Soham ka haath thoda aur neeche gaya, uski pink lace bra ki edge ko choomte hue...


Click. Clack.

Main door ke lock mein chabi ghoomne ki aawaaz aayi.

Yeh aawaaz kisi bhari patthar ki tarah us khamosh kamre mein aakar giri. Amrita ki aankhein darr aur panic se poori tarah phat gayin. "Didi!" uske honton se ek kaanpti hui fariyaad nikli.

Bina ek second zaya kiye, usne apni poori taaqat se Soham ke seene par haath rakh kar use jhatke se peechhe dhakel diya. Soham do kadam piche ladkhadaya. Amrita ke haath buri tarah kaanp rahe the jab usne be-tahasha jaldbaazi mein apni dress ke woh dono buttons wapas lagaye. Uski saansein phooli hui thin aur chehra sharam aur darr se laal ho chuka tha. Woh turant coffee table ki taraf jhuki, apna mug uthaya aur taizi se kitchen ki taraf bhaag gayi, jaise woh wahan thi hi nahi.

Soham ne ek gehri saans li, apne shirt ka collar theek kiya aur jaldi se sofa par baith kar laptop screen ko ghoorne laga. Uski dhadkanein bhi tez thin.

Darwaza khula aur Geeti andar aayi.

Woh aaj kisi aam din ki tarah thaki-haari nahi lag rahi thi. Uski navy blue saari, uska thoda sa deep neck blouse, aur uske chehre par aayi woh nayi 'naughty' chamak—sab kuch badla hua tha. Aaj woh khud ko desirable mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Kamre ki hawa mein ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan tha. Ek aisi mehak thi jo pehle kabhi is drawing room mein nahi aayi—Soham ka mardana cologne, Amrita ke mehthe shampoo ki khushboo, aur us adhoori hawas (interrupted lust) ka ek raw, paseene se bhara scent. Geeti ne halke se naak sikodi, par uska dimaag apne hi naye confidence aur thrill mein itna uljha hua tha ki usne is tabboo mehak par dhyan nahi diya. Use laga shayad khidkiyan band hone ki wajah se aisi smeli aa rahi hai.

Geeti ne apna purse table par rakha aur apne pallu ko jaan-boojh kar thoda aur dheela chhod diya. Woh Soham ko jealous karna chahti thi. Woh dekhna chahti thi ki kya uske pati ke andar uske liye koi aag, koi possessiveness bachi bhi hai ya nahi.

"Pata hai Soham," Geeti ne sofa ke piche aakar khade hote hue kaha, uski aawaaz mein ek halka sa guroor (pride) tha. "Aaj bank mein mahaul hi kuch aur tha. Yeh saari pehan kar gayi thi main..."

Soham ne laptop se nazar hatayi aur mud kar use dekha. Ek pal ke liye uski nigahein Geeti ki deep cleavage aur uske perfect curves par thehar gayin. "Achha? Kya hua?" Soham ne pucha.

"Sab log mujhe aise ghoor rahe the jaise maine koi fashion show mein entry li ho," Geeti ne halke se hanste hue kaha, par uski aankhein Soham ka reaction padh rahi thin. "Mera ek intern toh seedha mere cabin mein aa gaya aur kehta hai ki agar use HR ka darr na hota, toh woh mujhe wahi sabke samne coffee date par le jata. Aur sach kahun, mardon ki nazrein bata deti hain ki unke dimaag mein kya chal raha hai. They were literally eating me with their eyes."

Geeti ko umeed thi ki yeh sunkar Soham ka khoon khaul uthega. Koi mard apni izzatdaar patni ke baare mein aise gande shabd sunkar shaant nahi reh sakta. Woh chahti thi ki Soham gusse mein uthe, use apni taraf kheencher, aur kahe, "Tum sirf meri ho Geeti, kisi aur ki himmat kaise hui tumhe aise dekhne ki."


Par jo hua, usne Geeti ki aatma ko jhanjhor kar rakh diya.


Soham gusse se laal nahi hua. Balki, uska chehra achanak aur bhi zyada dhyan se Geeti ko dekhne laga. Uski aankhein thodi badi ho gayin aur uski saansein thodi bhaari ho gayin. Ek ajeeb si, excite hone wali muskurahat (lustful smile) uske honton par aa gayi.


"Sach mein?" Soham ne apni chair thodi aur piche ki, Geeti ko upar se niche tak scan karte hue pucha. "Aur... aur kaisa lag raha tha tumhe? Jab woh naye ladke... jab woh intern tumhe aise ghoor raha tha? Kya kaha usne exact words mein?"


Geeti ko laga jaise kisi ne uske naye confident roop par barf ka thanda paani daal diya ho. Uski smile wahi freeze ho gayi.


"Aur baki mard, Geeti? Jab tum bank mein chalti thi toh kya woh tumhari kamar dekhte the?" Soham ki aawaaz ab kharash-daar (husky) ho chuki thi. Woh jealous nahi tha—woh apne patni ko dusre mardon ki nazron ka shikaar hote hue imagine karke turn-on ho raha tha. Uske andar ka cuckold fantasy jaag utha tha. "Unhe lagta hoga ki tum kitni perfect ho... hai na? Koi tumhe chhoona chahta hoga aaj?"

"Soham..." Geeti ke honton se yeh shabd kaanpte hue nikle. Uski aankhon mein ikattha hua sara guroor, saara thrill ek jhatke mein beh gaya.

"Tumhein kaisa feel ho raha tha, Geeti? Jab unki gandi nazrein tumhare jism par pad rahi thin?" Soham aur kareeb aakar puchne laga.

Geeti do kadam piche hat gayi. Use apne pati se is waqt ghin aa rahi thi. Jis aadmi ke liye usne apne aap ko itna sajaya tha, woh use bachaane ya apna haq jatane ki jagah, use dusre mardon ke hawalon karna chah raha tha. Yeh ek patni ke liye sabse bada, sabse zaleel karne wala rejection tha.


"Tum... tum sach mein bimar ho gaye ho, Soham," Geeti ne dabi hui, rone wali aawaaz mein kaha. Uski aankhon mein aansu tairne lage the. "Tum apni hi biwi ko gair mardon ke baare mein soch kar excite ho rahe ho? Tumhein sharam aani chahiye!"


Soham ka chehra thoda sa stiff hua, par Geeti ruki nahi. Apna pallu jhatak kar usne wapas apne kandhe par dala aur wahan se tezi se palat kar apne bedroom ki taraf bhag gayi. Darwaza andar se zor se lock hone ki aawaaz aayi.


Geeti ne master bedroom ka darwaza andar se lock toh kar liya tha, par us kamre ki har cheez use Soham ke us gande, bhayanak chehre ki yaad dila rahi thi. Ghutan itni badh gayi ki usne apna takiya uthaya aur chupchaap guest room mein chali gayi.


Guest room mein ghup andhera tha. Geeti akeli bed par leti thi, aur uske dimaag mein baar-baar dhokhe aur thukraav (betrayal and rejection) ka woh manzar ghoom raha tha. Jis pati ke liye usne aaj apne aadarsh tode the, us navy blue saari mein khud ko desirable banaya tha, usi pati ne use ek saste khilone ki tarah dusre mardon ke aage fekne ki baat kar di thi. Pehle gussa aaya, phir rona.


Par jaise-jaise raat aage badhi, aurton wali woh fitrati zidd (inherent stubbornness) uske aansuon par haavi hone lagi. 'Nahi... main itni aasani se haar nahi manungi,' usne apne aap se kaha. 'Yeh mera ghar hai. Soham mera pati hai. Use koi temporary psychological problem ho sakti hai, par main uske dimaag se is gande 'open relationship' wale kachre ko nikal kar rahungi. Soham ko wapas jeetna hai... har haal mein.'


Tabhi use guest room ke bahar se Soham ke qadmon ki aawaaz aayi. Shayad woh kitchen mein paani peene ja raha tha. Geeti ki saansein ek pal ke liye ruki, par usne darwaza nahi khola. Usne tay kiya ki woh aaj use ignore karegi.


Andhere mein leti hui Geeti ki aawaazein aur khayalat achanak uske jism ki taraf mud gaye. Absentmindedly (bina soche-samjhe), uske haath apne hi jism par ghoomne lage. Uski ungliyan uski collarbone se hote hue uske pet tak aayin. Woh apne hi naram curves ko chhoo rahi thi, par uske dimaag mein Soham ki purani chhaviyan (images) thin. Woh din jab Soham bina uski marzi ke uske pallu ko kheench liya karta tha, jab Soham ki aakhon mein uske liye sachi aag hoti thi.


Apne hi jism ko chhoote hue, un purane aur passionate palo ko yaad karke Geeti ke pet ke nichle hisse mein ek halki si garmi daudne lagi. Par aaj, us garmi mein sirf dard tha. Usne ek gehri saans li aur apne haath hata liye. 'Kal se sab theek karna shuru karungi,' usne khud se ek jhootha wada kiya, aur thakan ke maare so gayi.


Agli subah, Geeti ke dimaag ne ek alag hi khel khela. Usne raat ko tay kiya tha ki woh Soham ko wapas jeetegi, par subconscious mind (avchetan mann) ko kisi aur hi cheez ki bhookh lag chuki thi— 'Attention'.


Wardrobe ke saamne khade hokar, Geeti ne apni rozana ki loose aur aaramdayak kurtis ko chhod diya. Bina zyada soche, uske haathon ne ek behad tight, baby-pink colour ki kurti nikaali. Yeh kurti usne khareedi zaroor thi, par pehni kabhi nahi thi kyunki iski fitting uske breasts aur hips par kuch zyada hi clingy thi. Par aaj, jab usne aaine mein us tight kurti ko pehan kar khud ko dekha, toh uske jism ka har ek curve cheekh-cheekh kar numaya ho raha tha.



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Breakfast ke waqt jab woh kitchen mein thi, Soham dining table par baitha coffee pee raha tha. Geeti jaan-boojh kar coffee ka mug lekar uske theek bagal se guzri. Rasta kaafi tha, par Geeti ne apne qadmon ko is tarah adjust kiya ki guzarte waqt uska bhara hua hip (kamar) halke se Soham ke kandhe aur baazu se ragad (graze) khata hua nikla.


Soham ka haath ek second ke liye ruka, par usne Geeti ki aakhon mein nahi dekha. Geeti ke andar frustration ki ek aur lehar daud gayi.


Bank pahunchne par, us pink tight kurti ka asar saaf dikhne laga tha. Geeti jab apne cabin se nikal kar files lene HR section ki taraf ja rahi thi, toh uska ek purana male colleague, jo aam taur par bohut tameez se pesh aata tha, wahi file rack ke paas khada tha.


Jaise hi Geeti ruki, usne notice kiya ki us colleague ki nazar uski aakhon par nahi thi. Uski nigahein us tight kurti ke seene par banne wale kichaav (stretch) aur uske hips ki fitting par buri tarah atki hui thin. Woh nazar normal nahi thi—usme ek sasti, nangi aur 'dirty' hawas thi. Woh uske figure ko aise scan kar raha tha jaise uske kapde utaar raha ho.


Geeti ne fauran uski nigaahon ka rukh pehchan liya. Kisi aur din woh is baat par gussa karti, use dantati. Par aaj? Aaj achanak uske chehre par ek flush (blush) aa gaya. Uski gardan sharam se laal ho gayi. Par us sharam ke theek neeche, uske jism mein ek 'forbidden thrill'—ek aisi gudgudi jo paap aur maze se bhari thi—daud gayi.


'Yeh mujhe kitni gandi nazar se dekh raha hai... iske dimaag mein zaroor mere jism ko lekar dirty khayal chal rahe hain,' Geeti ne socha, aur yeh sochte hi uski thighs ke beech ek achanak sa geelapan (wetness) banne laga.



Par agle hi second, uski pativrata aatma ne chikh maari. Usne jaldi se file seene se laga li aur wahan se tezi se palat gayi. 'Yeh galat hai. Behad galat. Main kisi aur mard ki is sasti nigaah par excite nahi ho sakti. Main jo kuch bhi kar rahi hoon, yeh tight kapde, yeh sab sirf Soham ke liye hai. Sirf Soham ke liye!' Woh apne aap ko convince karti hui apne cabin mein aakar baith gayi, par uska dil abhi bhi zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.


Raat ka andhera ek baar phir us shant ghar mein utar aaya tha. Geeti apne bed par leti thi. Soham hamesha ki tarah dusri taraf muh karke so chuka tha. Par Geeti ki aankhein chhat ko ghoor rahi thin.


Din bhar usne apne dimaag ko busy rakhne ki koshish ki, par jaise hi andhera chhaya, uske dimaag mein baaton aur manzar ka ek khatarnak cocktail banne laga. Subah us colleague ki woh hawas bhari 'dirty' nazar, aur pichhli shaam Soham ke kahe gaye woh gande shabd— "Tumhein kaisa feel ho raha tha... jab unki gandi nazrein tumhare jism par pad rahi thin?" Geeti ka dimaag in dono cheezon ko aapas mein jodne laga. Uski saansein bed par bhaari hone lagin. Ek aurat hone ke naate, use ab poori tarah se 'desired' (chahi jane wali) feel karne ki bhookh lag chuki thi, aur Soham us bhookh ko kisi aur mard ke zariye poora karne ka beej bo chuka tha.


Bina kisi irade ke, andhere mein uske haath uski nighty ke andar chale gaye. Uski ungliyon ne uske pet ko paar kiya aur seedhe uski cotton panty ke upar aakar ruk gayin. Panty ke bahar se hi use ehsaas ho gaya tha ki woh subah ki us 'dirty stare' ko yaad karke abhi tak geeli thi.


Usne halke-halke chut ko rub karna shuru kiya. Uski band aankhon ke peeche ab ek bhayanak, 'forbidden' fantasy roop lene lagi. Woh imagine karne lagi ki bank ka woh colleague uske cabin mein andar aata hai. Woh uski is tight pink kurti ko be-rehmi se faad deta hai. Woh Geeti ko wall (deewar) par dhakel kar uske seene ko nochne lagta hai, use batata hai ki woh use kitni gandi nigaahon se dekhta tha. Aur sabse tabboo khayal yeh tha ki Geeti imagine kar rahi thi ki Soham wahi baitha yeh sab dekh raha hai, aur Geeti ko kisi aur mard ki hawas ka shikaar hote dekh enjoy kar raha hai.


"Ahhh... mmmm," Geeti ki saans tootne lagi. Uski ungliyon ne panty ko side kiya aur sidhe uski nangi, thartharaati hui chut ko masalna shuru kar diya.





"Aur dekho mujhe gandi nazar se... main aurat hoon... chahti hoon main..." woh apne dimaag mein be-sharam shabdon ko azaad kar chuki thi. Pleasure ka level bohut tezi se badh raha tha. Uski chut us anjaan mard ke khayal se aag ki tarah tap rahi thi. Climax bas kuch hi pal door tha, uska jism ainchi (tight) lene laga tha...

Par achanak!


Jaise kisi ne thande paani ki balti uske nange jism par daal di ho. Reality aur sanskaron ne use beech mein hi ek zordaar thappad maara.

Geeti ki aankhein jhatke se khul gayin. Uski saansein buri tarah ukhdi hui thin. Usne turant apna haath wahan se hata liya. Uska jism abhi bhi orgasm ke liye tadap raha tha, ek bhayanak adhoori aag uske andar jal rahi thi, par usne khud ko physically rok liya.


"Nahin! Yeh main kya kar rahi hoon?" Geeti ne ruanasi aawaaz mein, kaanpte hue whisper kiya. "Main ek pativrata hoon. Main apne pati ke alawa kisi aur mard ko apne jism par soch kar masterbate nahi kar sakti. Yeh cheating hai... yeh ghatiya hai!"


Geeti ne turant nighty theek ki aur karwat lekar apne ghutnon ko seene se laga liya. Usne khud ko poori tarah 'control' karne ki nakam koshish ki thi. Climax ke theek pehle ruk jane ki wajah se uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek chubhan bhara dard aur bhari-pan ho raha tha.


Kamre ki chuppi mein woh akeli, adhoori aur frustrated leti thi. Usne khud ko aaj rok toh liya tha, par dimaag mein boya gaya woh beej ab ankur (sprout) ban chuka tha. Woh 'being desired' wali feeling ka nasha uske zehan mein utar gaya tha. Woh neend ki aagosh mein dhoondhti rahi, par woh tabboo khayal uske sote hue dimaag ke ek kone mein muskurata raha.


Par koi bhi aurat is adhoore-pan ko lambe waqt tak bardaasht nahi kar sakti. Agle kuch din isi kashmakash mein guzre. Geeti din mein strict bank manager banne ka dikhawa karti, par uski horniness ka pressure ek aisi seeti ban chuka tha jo bajne hi wali thi.


Aakhir ek raat, jab Soham use ignore karke so gaya, Geeti ki frustration apne charam (peak) par pahunch gayi. Uski jaanghon ke beech ka kichaav itna teevra (intense) tha ki dimaag ki saari daleelein be-asar ho gayin. Bina kuch soche, uske haath apne aap blanket ke andar uske phone ki taraf gaye. Screen ki roshni ne uske chehre par padti thakaan aur hawas dono ko numaya kar diya. Usne phir se 'incognito mode' khola.


Search bar mein usne kaanpti ungliyon se type kiya: "Wife shared by husband with colleagues - Desi hotwife story."


Enter dabate hi uski dhadkanein galey tak aa gayin. Usne ek lumbi kahani kholi. Kahani padhna shuru karte hi uske dimaag mein shabd visual banne lage. Kahani mein ek aurat thi jise uska pati apne doston ke aage paros deta tha, aur woh aurat sharam ke bawajood un paraye mardon ke lund ki aag mein jalna enjoy karne lagti thi.



Geeti ki saansein ab tez aur ukhdi hui hone lagin. Usne blanket ko apne chehre tak kheench liya taaki Soham ko uski saanson ki aawaaz na sunai de. Usne apne nightgown ko dheere se apne ghutnon se upar sarkaaya, phir thighs tak, aur aakhir mein apni kamar tak jama kar liya. Uski gori, nangi jaanghein andhere mein kisi sangmarmar ki tarah lag rahi thin.


Uski ungliyon ne kaanpte hue uski panty ke elastic ko chhua aur use neeche khiska diya. Jab uski nangi ungliyon ne uske auratpan ko chhua, toh woh aag se tap raha tha. Woh be-tahasha geeli (wet) ho chuki thi. Uski chut se nikalne wala chipchipa ras (juices) is baat ka saboot tha ki 'loyalty' ka parda uth chuka tha.


Usne apni do ungliyon ko apni geeli daraar par rakha aur ahista-ahista apni sooji hui clit ko masalna shuru kiya. Phone screen ki taraf dekhte hue, usne padhe hue shabdon ko apni zindagi ke saath jodna shuru kar diya.


Achanak uske dimaag mein apne bank ke un do junior colleagues ka chehra flash hua jo water cooler ke paas khade the.


"Kya maal lag rahi hain aaj Geeti Ma'am... Aisi aurat bistar mein mil jaye toh mard ko aur kya chahiye?"


Geeti ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Uski fantasy ne ek naya roop le liya. Woh imagine karne lagi ki woh apne office desk par leti hai. Uski saari pehnawa nanga (stripped) kar diya gaya hai. Uske dono junior colleagues uske upar jhuke hue hain. Unki nangi, hawas bhari nigahein Geeti ke gore ubhaaron (breasts) aur khuli hui taangon ko ghoor rahi hain. Ek colleague uske honthon ko be-rehmi se choom raha hai, jabki doosra uski geeli chut ko sehla raha hai. Aur kamre ke kone mein... Soham khada hai. Soham use rok nahi raha. Soham muskurate hue yeh sab dekh raha hai, use ek asal 'hotwife' banne par majboor kar raha hai.


"Oh god... ahhh... mmm," Geeti ke muh se ek be-kabu siski nikal gayi.



Is tabboo, scandalous aur paap se bhari fantasy ne uske dimaag ke saare fuse uda diye. "Haan... aur tez... main maal hoon... use karo mujhe," woh apne dimaag mein cheekh rahi thi. Uski ungliyon ki raftaar apni chut ke andar be-tahasha badh gayi. Andar-bahar... andar-bahar. 'Chapak-chapak' ki geeli aawaaz blanket ke andar goonjne lagi.


Kuch hi seconds mein, Geeti ka poora jism ek khatarnak, jhanjhanate hue jhatke ke saath climax par pahunch gaya. Uski jaanghein buri tarah kaanpne lagin. Usne takiye ka kona apne danto se dabocha aur apni saari thakaan, saari bhookh aur hawas ko us bistar par nichod diya.


Saans normal hone mein kai minute lag gaye. Jism ko thandak toh mil gayi thi, par jaise hi dimag se hawas ka dhuaan chhata, reality ne use phir ek zordaar jhatka diya. Geeti ne apni ungliyon ki taraf dekha jo uski apni hi gandagi (fluids) se sani hui thin. Bagal mein Soham abhi bhi so raha tha.


"Shit... shit... yeh maine kya kiya phir se?" Geeti ne rote hue whisper kiya. Ek gehra, kaala guilt uske seene par baith gaya. Woh jaldi se washroom bhagi.


Shower on kiya aur us thande paani ke neeche ghutno ke bal baith gayi. Woh paani aur sabun se apne jism ko aise ragad rahi thi jaise raat ke us paap, us gandi fantasy ko apni skin se chheel kar nikaal dena chahti ho. "Main ek gandi aurat banti ja rahi hoon. Yeh sab galat hai. Mujhe aisi fantasies mein maza aana galat hai," woh rote hue khud ko samjha rahi thi.


Agli subah jab usne aaine (mirror) mein khud ko dekha, toh usne decide kiya ki woh us tabboo duniya ko dobara mud kar nahi dekhegi. Din ki roshni mein Geeti ek strict, professional aur 'pativrata' aurat ka mukhaota (mask) pehan leti. Woh bank mein apni nazrein neechi rakhti, apne pallu ko strict tareeqe se pin-up karti aur purush colleagues se seedhe muh baat karne se bhi bachti.


Par yeh dikhawa (facade) dheere-dheere khokhla (hollow) hota ja raha tha. Kyuki jaise hi raat ka andhera chhaata, aur Soham uski taraf peeth karta, Geeti ki hawas uski achhayi par bhari padne lagti. Jo cheez pachtave (guilt) ke saath shuru hui thi, woh ab ek Aadat (Habit) ban chuki thi.


Dheere-dheere, bina kisi ko pata chale, Geeti ka yeh 'secret cycle' set ho gaya. Hafte mein kam se kam 2 ya 3 baar, jab bhi Soham ki thandi berukhi use rulati, woh apne phone mein doob jaati. Ab uski search history mein naye-naye shabd jud chuke the— 'Cuckold husband', 'Wife sharing', 'Desi Bhabhi passed to strangers'. Uska dimaag ab is nashe ka aadi (addicted) ho chuka tha. Jis hotwife shabd se woh pehle nafrat karti thi, ab wahi shabd uske jism mein bijli dauda deta tha. Masterbate karte waqt woh aksar apne ap ko paraye mardon ke saste, hawas bhare shabdon mein imagine karti. Yeh double-life uske dimaag ke do hisse kar chuki thi—Din mein Dr. Jekyll (Sanskari Geeti) aur Raat mein Mr. Hyde (Hawasi Geeti).

Par koi bhi nasha sirf raat ke andhere tak seemit nahi rehta. Dheere-dheere us aadat ne din ke ujaale mein bhi apna asar dikhana shuru kar diya.

Karib teen hafte is routine ke baad, chote-chote badlaav shuru hue. Ek din Geeti jab bank jaane ke liye aaine ke saamne khadi thi, usne apna blouse pehna. Aam taur par uske blouse ke gale bohut decent aur shallow hote the. Par aaj, bina poori tarah soche, usne safety pin ko nikaal kar blouse ka deep-V neck thoda aur khol diya, jisse uski milky white cleavage ki ek halki si daraar saaf nazar aane lagi.

Geeti ab apne pallu ko baar-baar kaskar kandhe par nahi dalti thi; balki use thoda dheela chhod deti, taaki uske curves aur better define ho sakein. Yeh sab woh jaan-boojh kar nahi kar rahi thi, balki yeh uski us badhti hui aadat aur hawas ka subconscious nateeja (result) tha. Ek izzatdaar patni dheere-dheere us raaste par apne kadam badha rahi thi, jis raaste ka darwaza uske apne pati ne hi khola tha.

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Pleasemake old beggar and ugly low class old man as hero. Because they can easily satisfy hot beautiful woman

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Ghar mein ek aisi bhayanak khamoshi thi jo aksar kisi toofaan ke aane se pehle mehsoos hoti hai. Geeti bank mein thi, aur ghar par Soham aur Amrita bilkul akele the. Dopahar ki sunhari dhoop khidkiyon se chhan kar living room mein aa rahi thi, lekin ghar ke andar ka mahaul kuch zyada hi garam aur bhari tha.

Amrita abhi-abhi naha kar apne kamre se nikli thi. Usne ek bohut hi halki, safed cotton ki dress pehni thi. Kapda itna patla aur clingy tha ki uski body ke har curve par chipak raha tha. Uske freshly washed baal uske shoulders pe gir rahe the, aur unse tapakti paani ki boondein uski neck se hote hue uski gori skin par rurak rahi thin. Pure kamre mein uske meethay shampoo ki khushboo phail gayi thi.


Soham sofa par baitha tha, par uski nigaahein laptop par nahi, balki Amrita par jami thin. Usne Amrita ko is roop mein pehle kabhi nahi dekha tha—itni raw, itni masoom, aur itni zyadah seductive.
"Tum... tum bilkul dreamy lag rahi ho, Amrita," Soham ne dabi hui aawaaz mein kaha. Uska gala khushk ho raha tha.
Amrita thoda thitak gayi. Usne apne honthon ko halke se daanto tale dabaya aur thoda blush karte hue boli, "Jijoo, aapko bhi meri tareef karne ki aadat lag gayi hai na aaj kal?"
"Tumhare jaisi khoobsurat ladki samne ho, toh tareef toh banti hai na," Soham ne laptop side mein rakha aur dheere se uth kar uske kareeb aa gaya. Dono ke beech ka faasla khatam ho raha tha.
Amrita ek kadam piche hati, uski saansein thodi tez hone lagi thin. "Aap... aap mujhe tease kar rahe ho na?" usne dheere se pucha.


Soham ne ek hushed, nasheeli tone mein kaha, "Nahi Amrita... main bas woh keh raha hoon jo is waqt mera dil keh raha hai."
Amrita ne himmat karke Soham ki aankhon mein aankhein daali. Uss ek pal mein, unke beech ki saari maryada, saari boundaries mom ki tarah melt hone lagi. Soham ne dheere se Amrita ka naram haath pakda. Amrita ke jism mein ek bijli si daud gayi. Soham ki ungliyan dheere-dheere Amrita ki dress ke buttons par gayi. Amrita ki saans atak gayi. Usne bohut softly kaha, "Jijoo... please..." Par uski aawaaz mein na toh gussa tha, na hi koi mana karne ka dum. Woh bas ek surrender tha.
Soham ne pehla button khola. Dress ke thoda khulte hi andar se uski ek delicate pink lace wali bra dikhai dene lagi. Soham ki nigaahein uski gori chhati par jam gayi. Usne gently uske chest ko chhua. Amrita ke muh se ek halki moan nikli, "Mmmhh..."
Woh pal sirf physical nahi tha, balki ek emotional crack tha jo dono ko ek nayi, forbidden duniya mein kheench raha tha. Soham ne aage badh kar Amrita ke honton ko apne honton mein bhar liya. Yeh Amrita ka pehla kiss tha. Shuru mein woh thodi clumsy thi, par jald hi usne Soham ka saath dena shuru kiya. Woh us nashe mein doob gayi, use laga jaise duniya ruk gayi hai.
Par jaise hi unka kiss toota aur Soham thoda alag hua, Amrita ko reality ka ek bhayanak thappad laga.



"Nahi!" Amrita achanak piche hati aur rone lagi. "Maine yeh kya kiya? Meri pyaari Geeti Didi... main unke saath itna bada dhokha kaise kar sakti hoon? Woh mujhse kitna pyar karti hain aur maine unke hi pati ko..." Woh phoot-phoot kar rone lagi, uske aansu uski gori gaalon par beh rahe the.
Soham ne turant use apni baahon mein kheench liya aur use calm karne ki koshish ki. "Amrita, shh... rona band karo. Meri baat suno."
"Kaise na roun Jijoo? Main gunehgaar hoon! Didi ko pata chalega toh woh toot jayengi," Amrita siskiyan le rahi thi.
Soham ne dekha ki Amrita guilt mein dubi hui hai, toh usne ek bada jhoot bola—ek aisi baat jo usne Geeti ko proposal di thi, par Amrita ko laga ki sab tay ho chuka hai.
"Amrita, meri baat dhyaan se suno. Main Geeti ke saath cheating nahi kar raha hoon," Soham ne use apni taraf modte hue kaha. "Maine Geeti ko ek open relationship ka proposal diya hai. Maine use poori permission de di hai ki woh jis mard ke saath chahe so sakti hai, explore kar sakti hai. Woh ab meri loyality ki mohtaaj nahi rahi."
Amrita hairani se ekdum chup ho gayi. Uska rona ruk gaya. "Shocked... Kya? Didi... kisi aur ke saath? Par Didi toh aisi nahi hain."
Soham ne use convince karte hue kaha, "Waqt badal gaya hai Amrita. Humare beech ab woh pati-patni wala rishta nahi raha. Geeti apni zindagi jee rahi hai, toh hum kyun nahi? Main akela hoon... mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai."
Amrita abhi apni 'first stupid love' wali phase mein thi. Use laga ki agar Didi Soham se pyar nahi karti aur unhe azaad chhod diya hai, toh Soham ka khayal rakhna ab uski zimmedari hai. Uska masoom dimaag is manipulation ko samajh nahi paya.
"Agar didi aapko pyar nahi karti... toh main aapko kabhi akela nahi chhodungi," Amrita ne rote hue kaha aur Soham ke seene se lag gayi.
Us dopehar, Amrita ne apne guilt ko daba diya aur Soham ki khwahish ban gayi. 


Ghar ke uss chuppi bhare mahaul mein ab ek naya, khatarnak khel shuru ho chuka tha. Soham ki zindagi ab do alag-alag kirdaaron ke beech jhul rahi thi—din ke ujaale mein Amrita ke saath guzarte chori-chhupe, garam pal aur raat ke andhere mein Geeti ki taraf dikhayi jane wali woh thandi, jaan-boojh kar banayi gayi berukhi. Par Soham janta tha ki Geeti jaisi proud aur ziddi aurat sirf chup baithne wali nahi thi.
Pichle kuch dino se, Soham ne Geeti ke andar ek ajeeb sa badlaav (change) notice kiya tha. Raat ko jab dono bed par sote, toh aam taur par Geeti use manane ki koshish karti thi ya frustration mein karwatein badalti thi. Par ab, jab Soham uski taraf peeth kar leta, toh thodi der baad kamre mein ek dabi hui, rhythmic 'sirsirahat' aur chadar ke halke kichaav ki aawaazein aane lagti thin. Geeti ki saansein dheere-dheere bhaari aur chhoti hone lagti.
Shuru mein Soham ko laga ki shayad use akelepan ka rona aa raha hai, par phir usne dhyan se sunna shuru kiya. Ek raat, usne apni aankhein halki si khol kar peechhe (mirror ke reflection mein) dekha. Blanket ke neeche, Geeti ki body ka lower half lagatar tharthara (shaking) raha tha. Uski ungliyan tezi se move kar rahi thin aur uske honton se ek aisi, dabi hui siskari (moan) nikal rahi thi jisme rona nahi, balki ek jalti hui hawas thi.



Soham ka dimaag jhanjhana gaya. 'Oh god... Geeti... meri patni masterbate kar rahi hai?' usne socha. Uski thukraav ne Geeti ko tootne ki jagah, apne hi jism ki aag bujhane par majboor kar diya tha. Soham ko is naye discover hue raaz par hairani bhi hui aur ek ajeeb sa ego-boost bhi mila. "Yeh sab meri wajah se ho raha hai. Mere ignore karne ne ise is hadd tak bhookha kar diya hai," usne andhere mein muskurate hue socha. Us raat usne tay kiya ki woh Geeti ko abhi aur taddpaayega.
Dheere-dheere Soham ko samajh aane laga ki Geeti kisi badi, uljhi hui psychological kashmakash mein hai. Woh din mein ekdum sakht aur izzatdaar bank manager banti thi, par uski chaal, uska thoda deep neck pehnna aur office aate waqt lagayi hui woh 'Bold Plum' lipstick—yeh sab cheekh-cheekh kar bata rahe the ki raat ki woh 'masturbation' ki aadat ab din ki roshni mein uske sub-conscious mind par haavi ho rahi hai.
Phir ek Sunday ki dopahar aayi. Ghar mein shanti thi. Amrita apni kisi dost ke ghar assignement karne gayi hui thi. Soham living room mein match dekh raha tha aur Geeti nahaane ke liye bathroom mein thi.
Geeti ka phone dining table par rakha tha, screen abhi bhi halki si glow kar rahi thi. Shayad lock hone mein kuch seconds baaki the.
Soham ki nazar phone par padi. Aam taur par woh Geeti ka phone check nahi karta tha, par uske dimaag mein ek kiida (curiosity) tha ki aakhir raat ke andhere mein, akele masterbate karte waqt Geeti ke dimaag mein kya chalta hai? Kiska chehra hota hai? Kya woh kisi purane boyfriend ke baare mein sochti hai ya phir kuch aur?
Woh chupke se utha aur dining table tak gaya. Bathroom se shower chalne ki aawaaz aa rahi thi. Usne jaldi se phone uthaya. Screen lock hone hi wali thi ki usne swipe karke use rok liya. Browser ka ek tab khula hua tha.
Soham ka dil tezi se dhadakne laga. Geeti ne sayad jaldbaazi mein history clear karna yaad nahi rakha tha, ya phir ab us gandi aadat ne us par itna kabza kar liya tha ki use in cheezon ka dhyan hi nahi rehta tha.
Screen par jo page khula tha, use dekh kar Soham ki saans wahi atak gayi.
Title tha: "Desi Wife Shared by Husband - Office Party Cuckold Story."
Soham ne apni aankhein mali. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki uski sanskari, strict, traditional patni... Geeti... internet par 'Cuckolding' aur 'Hotwife' jaisi extreme, taboo stories padh rahi thi!
Kaanpte haathon se usne browser ki 'History' kholi. Jo dekha usne uske mardana dimaag ke fuse uda diye. Pichle chaar-paanch dino se wahan ek hi pattern (tariqa) tha:
 * 'Indian hotwife passed to strangers'
 * 'Husband watches wife with boss'
 * 'Office colleague uses married bank manager'
Har ek search ek gaali (abuse) ki tarah thi, par Soham ke liye yeh kisi khazane (treasure) se kam nahi tha. Uska seena garv (pride) aur ek bhayanak hawas se phoolne laga.
"Oh my fucking god... Geeti... tum... tum waqai in stories ko padh kar excite hoti ho?" Soham ne apne aap se haanfte hue whisper kiya. Uske apne jism mein ek tez jhatka laga, uska mardana hissa (manhood) in tabboo searches ko dekh kar tezi se tight aur sakht (erect) hone laga.
Use turant yaad aaya ki usne Geeti ko 'open relationship' ka jo ganda prastav (proposal) diya tha, usne waqai kaam karna shuru kar diya tha! Soham ka plan fail nahi hua tha, balki woh Geeti ke sub-conscious mein ek beej (seed) ki tarah bo gaya tha. Geeti chahe bahar se kitna bhi virodh kare, kitni bhi pativrata hone ka natak kare, par andar hi andar woh in gande, taboo khayalon ki ghulam ban chuki thi. Woh dusre mardon ki nigaahon aur hawas ka shikaar hone ke baare mein soch kar masturbate karti thi.
"To tum mera cuckold fantasy ko anjaane mein hi sach kar rahi ho..." Soham ke honton par ek jeet ki, kameeni aur jallad muskurahat (sadistic smile) aa gayi. "Main tumhe kisi aur mard ke bistar par bhejna chahta tha, aur tum... tum us cheez ko akele mein enjoy kar rahi ho."
Shower ki aawaaz band hui. Bathroom ka darwaza khulne ki ahat aayi.
Soham ne turant browser wahi close kiya, screen off ki, aur phone theek usi jagah rakh kar wapas sofa par aakar match dekhne ka natak karne laga. Uska dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha, par uski aankhon mein ek aag thi.
Geeti bathroom se nikli. Usne ek red aur white print wali, simple si cotton saree pehni hui thi. Uske geele baalon se paani tapak raha tha aur uska chehra hamesha ki tarah dhula hua, thoda thaka hua lag raha tha. Usne Soham ki taraf dekha, par dono ke beech wahi chuppi bani rahi.
Jab Geeti apne phone ki taraf badhi toh Soham ne uske jism ko poori dhyan se scan kiya. 'Yeh aurat meri patni hai... par jald hi yeh kisi aur mard ke niche siskiyan legi,' usne socha. Yeh khayal itna powerful aur tabboo tha ki Soham ka dil kiya ki abhi jakar Geeti ko chhu le. Par nahi.



Soham ne apne lust ko kaabu mein kiya. "Nahi," usne dimaag mein plan banaya. "Agar maine use abhi chhu liya, toh uski bhookh shant ho jayegi. Uski yeh masterbation ki aadat (addiction) uski frustration ki wajah se hai. Main use aur ignore karunga. Main use us level tak taddpaunga, jahan woh in stories se nikal kar waqai mein kisi dusre mard ki taraf kadam badhane par majboor ho jaye. Mujhe uski 'Hotwife' fantasy ko aag lagani hai."
"Geeti," Soham ne achanak aawaaz di.
Geeti, jo phone utha rahi thi, chaunk kar palat gayi. "Haan?" uski aawaaz mein ek halki si umeed thi ki shayad Soham pighal gaya hai.
Soham ne uski aankhon mein seedha dekhte hue, ek ek shabd chaba-chaba kar aur ek subtle, taana marne wali tone mein kaha, "Badi fresh lag rahi ho. Lagta hai tumhara bank ka kaam... ya shayad tumhare 'bank ke colleagues', tumhe bohut khush rakhte hain aaj kal? Waise tumhare uss naye, chote intern ka kya haal hai... jo tumhe date par le jana chahta tha?"
Geeti ke haath se phone chhutne se bacha. Uska poora jism lakkad ki tarah sakht (stiff) ho gaya. Soham jaan-boojh kar uske us vulnerable point (dukhti rag) par haath rakh raha tha, theek wahi baatein yaad dila raha tha jiske khayalon mein woh raat bhar apni ungliyon se apna jism nochti thi.
"Tumhe kya takleef hai Soham?" Geeti ne gusse aur kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. "Kyun baar-baar aisi baatein karke mujhe neecha dikhane ki koshish karte ho?"
Soham halke se hansa, ek aisi hansi jisme koi humdardi nahi thi, sirf ek 'cuckold' mard ka thanda-pan tha. "Neecha nahi dikha raha, Geeti. Main toh bas khush hoon. Dekh raha hoon ki meri biwi dhire-dhire kitni... 'desirable' (chahi jane wali) hoti ja rahi hai aurat. Mujhe sach mein bada garv (proud) feel ho raha hai."
Yeh keh kar Soham ne laptop wapas khol liya aur uski taraf se chehra pher liya.
Geeti wahan moorti (statue) ki tarah khadi reh gayi. Soham ne seedhe taur par uski us 'Pehli Fantasy' ko, uski us secret dirty world ko zinda kar diya tha. Gusse ke sath-sath, uske dono pairo ke beech phir se ek garm current daud gaya. Uski aankhein jhuk gayin, aur woh bina kuch kahe bathroom ki taraf wapas mud gayi. Andar aakar usne door lock kiya, aur apni saari thodi upar utha kar dekhna chaha. Uski nangi, gori thighs ke beech phir se ek halka geelapan (wetness) ban chuka tha.
Soham ka plan perfect kaam kar raha tha. Usne us aag ko bujhane ki jagah, usme petrol daal diya tha. Geeti ki yeh 'Aadat' aur Uljhan ab us phase (daur) mein pahunch chuki thi, jahan dimag ka sangharsh sirf raat ke andhere tak nahi, balki jald hi kisi dusre mard ke touch tak pahunchne wala tha.

Ghar ke uss bhari mahaul mein achanak ek aisi nami aayi, jisne Geeti ke jakhmi dil par marham ka kaam kiya. Soham ne apna rawayya achanak badal liya tha. Woh jo pichle kai dino se ek jallad ki tarah Geeti ko taane maar raha tha, ab achanak ek samajhdaar aur naram pati ki tarah pesh aane laga.
Soham janta tha ki Geeti ki history kya hai. Usne uske phone mein woh 'Hotwife' aur 'Cuckolding' wali stories dekh li thin, par usne iska zikr tak nahi kiya. Woh ek hoshiar shikaari ki tarah jaanta tha ki agar usne abhi Geeti ko pakad liya, toh woh darr ke maare phirse apne sanskari khol (shell) mein dubak jayegi. Use toh Geeti ki us dabi hui hawas ko aur bhadkana tha.
Shaam ka waqt tha. Soham kitchen mein coffee bana rahi Geeti ke paas gaya aur bohut hi dhimi aawaaz mein bola, "Geeti... mujhse tumhari yeh khamoshi aur uljhan ab aur dekhi nahi jaati. Main dekh raha hoon ki tum pichle kuch dino se kitni pareshaan ho."
Geeti ne chaunk kar uski taraf dekha. Uske haath mein pakda cup thoda sa kaanpa.
Soham ne uske kandhe par haath rakha—kai dino baad us mardana sparsh ne Geeti ke jism mein bijli dauda di. "Agar tumhe woh 'open relationship' wali baat bohut uncomfortable lag rahi hai, toh chalo use abhi isi waqt ignore karte hain. Humein kisi dusre mard ki zaroorat nahi hai agar tum khush nahi ho toh. Let's just forget everything," Soham ne itni masoomiyat aur humdardi se kaha ki Geeti ki aankhon mein aansu bhar aaye.



Geeti ko laga jaise uske seene se meelon bhari bojh utar gaya ho. Use laga usne apne pati ko wapas paa liya hai. "Sach Soham? Tum... tum phir se pehle jaise ban jaoge na?" usne rote hue pucha aur tadap kar Soham ke seene se lipat gayi. Usne Soham ko itni kaskar hug kiya jaise woh use kabhi chhodege nahi. "Thank you Soham... thank you. Main sirf tumhari hoon, hamesha."
Soham ne uski peeth sehlai, par uski aankhon mein woh purani chahat nahi, balki ek kameeni chamak thi. "Bilkul Geeti. Sach kahun toh... tum ab mujhe pehle se bhi kahin zyada achhi lagne lagi ho. Tumhari ye nayi personality, tumhara ye badla hua andaaz... I like you more now."
Geeti ko laga shayad uske pehnave aur confidence ne Soham ko phirse uski taraf attract kiya hai. Woh khushi se phool gayi. Usne tay kiya ki aaj raat woh Soham ko poori tarah apna bana legi, woh doori hamesha ke liye mita degi.
Raat ko bedroom ka mahaul badal chuka tha. Geeti ne ek behad naram silk ki nighty pehni thi. Usne halka perfume lagaya aur bed par Soham ke bilkul kareeb aakar let gayi. Aaj takiya beech mein nahi tha. Geeti ne apna haath Soham ke seene par rakha aur dheere-dheere uske shirt ke buttons ke saath khelne lagi. Uska jism pichle kai hafton ki pyaas aur raat bhar ki un 'dirty stories' ke khayalon se tap raha tha. Woh chahti thi ki Soham aaj use buri tarah 'fuck' kare, use mehsoos karaye ki woh usi ki aurat hai.
Usne Soham ki gardan par halke se kiss kiya aur fusfusayi, "Soham... I missed you so much. Aaj mujhe mehsoos karo... please."
Geeti ki ungliyan Soham ke lower body ki taraf badhne lagin, par tabhi Soham ne halke se uska haath pakad kar rok diya. Geeti ki aankhon mein sawal tha.
"Geeti... listen," Soham ne ek gehri saans li, jaise woh bohut thaka hua ho. "Main waqai tumhe chahta hoon, par office ka stress aur pichle kuch dino ka tension... mere dimaag par bohut haavi hai. I don't think main abhi 'perform' kar paunga. I'm feeling a bit low physically."
Geeti ka dil ek pal ke liye baith gaya. Use laga shayad Soham abhi bhi poori tarah normal nahi hua. Par Soham ne agle hi pal uske gaal ko sehlaaya aur uski aakhon mein dekhte hue kaha, "Par iska matlab ye nahi ki main tumhe tadapta hua dekh sakta hoon. Main tumhe satisfy karunga... apne hathon se. Main chahta hoon ki tum aaj poori tarah se relax ho jao."
Geeti thodi sharma gayi, par uske andar ki aag itni tez thi ki woh mana nahi kar payi. Soham ne use bed ke beech mein lita diya aur uske chehre par jhuk gaya.
"Par chalo isse thoda aur exciting banate hain," Soham ne uske kaan ke paas aakar whisper kiya. "Let's do a roleplay. Ek khel khelte hain. Socho ki main tumhara pati nahi hoon. Socho ki main wahi ajnabi hoon jiske baare mein tum soch rahi thin... socho main bank ka woh colleague hoon jo tumhe gandi nazar se dekhta hai."
Geeti ki saans wahi atak gayi. Uski aakhon mein shock aur excitement ka cocktail tha. "Soham... ye tum kya keh rahe ho?"
"Shhh... bas socho," Soham ne uski nighty ki strap niche sarakate hue kaha. "Socho ki main tumhare ghar mein ghus aaya hoon aur tumhara pati kamre ke kone mein baith kar humein dekh raha hai. Tum ek 'Hotwife' ho Geeti... aur aaj main tumhe woh sab dene wala hoon jo tumhara pati nahi de sakta. Imagine karo ki main tumhe nochne wala hoon..."

Soham ke ye shabd Geeti ke dimaag mein kisi bomb ki tarah phate. Woh darr rahi thi, par uski chut ne un shabdon ko sunte hi itna ras (fluid) chhoda ki uski nighty chipakne lagi. Soham ne uski aakhon mein dekha aur samajh gaya ki shikaar jaal mein phans chuka hai.

Usne apna haath dheere-dheere Geeti ki gori jaanghon (thighs) par rakha aur nighty ko upar sarakne laga, jabki uska dusra haath Geeti ki aakhon ko band kar raha tha taaki woh apni fantasies mein poori tarah doob sake...




Bedroom mein andhera itna gehra tha ki ek-doosre ki saansein saaf sunayi de rahi thin. Geeti ka dil kisi pakshari ki tarah seene mein phadphada raha tha. Jab Soham ne uski aankhon par apna naram haath rakha aur use 'imagine' karne ko kaha, toh ek pal ke liye Geeti thitak gayi. Uske sanskaar, uski maryada use rok rahi thi, par pichle kai hafton ki pyas aur Soham ko khone ka darr us par haavi ho gaya. Usne socha, 'Chalo, agar isi bahaane Soham mujhse jud raha hai, toh main use mana nahi karungi... warna woh phir se mujhse door ho jayega.'
Usne dhire se apni aankhein band kar li.
Soham ne uske kaan ke bilkul paas jhuk kar apni bhari aawaaz mein fusfusana shuru kiya. "Geeti... aankhein band rakho. Socho tum apne bank ke cabin mein ho. Bahar baarish ho rahi hai aur office khali hai. Darwaza khulta hai aur wahi naya, jawan intern... Rohan... andar aata hai. Woh tumhe usi gandi nazar se dekh raha hai jaise usne pehle din dekha tha. Woh dheere-dheere tumhari taraf badh raha hai..."



Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Shuru mein woh hichkichayi, par jaise-jaise Soham describe kar raha tha, uske dimaag mein woh navy blue saari wala din aur us intern ki bhooki nigaahein zinda hone lagin. Soham ne uski nangi jaanghon ko pakad kar dheere se phailaya aur unke beech jagah banayi.
Soham ka haath Geeti ki silk nighty ke andar gaya aur uski cotton panty ke upar rub karna shuru kiya. Geeti ke muh se ek bhari siski nikli, "Ahhh... Soham... mmm..."
"Nahi Geeti... main Soham nahi hoon," Soham ne narration ko aur gehra kiya. "Main wahi intern hoon. Socho mere haath jawaan hain, mere dimaag mein tumhare liye sirf hawas hai. Main tumhare cabin ka darwaza lock kar raha hoon. Tum chair par baithi ho aur main tumhare blouse ke buttons dekh raha hoon jo tumhare gore seene par tight ho rahe hain. Main tumhe 'Ma'am' keh raha hoon par meri nigaahein tumhare honto par hain."



Soham ki ungliyan ab panty ke elastic ke upar se Geeti ki clit ko tezi se masalne lagin

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Geeti ka jism ainthne (stretching) laga. Usne apne hi haathon se apne ubhaaron (breasts) ko kaskar pakad liya aur unhe masalne lagi. Uski nighty uski kamar tak chadh chuki thi.
"Mmmm... Soham... stop... nahi... aur..." Geeti ki aawaaz ab badalne lagi thi. Woh itni zyada horny ho chuki thi ki uske dimaag mein Soham ka chehra dhundhla hone laga aur us naye intern ka jawan chehra saaf dikhne laga. Woh imagine karne lagi ki wahi jawan ladka uske cabin mein us par haavi ho raha hai.


Soham ne dekha ki Geeti ki panty puri tarah geeli (wet) hokar uske jism se chipak gayi hai. Usne apna haath panty ke andar slide kiya. Uski chut itni chipchipi aur garam thi jaise koi tapta hua jwalamukhi ho. Geeti ne apni taangein aur zyada khol di, jaise woh us anjaan mard ka swagat kar rahi ho.
Soham ne apni ek ungli uske geelapan mein duba kar ek jhatke mein andar dhakel di.
"FUCK... YEAH...!" Geeti ke muh se ek jordaar cheekh nikli. Usne kabhi Soham ke saamne aisi bhasha ka istemal nahi kiya tha, par is fantasy ne use poori tarah be-sharam bana diya tha.
Soham ne apni ungliyon ki raftaar badha di aur narration ko aur wild kiya. "Haan Geeti... wahi intern... woh tumhe bench par leta chuka hai... woh tumhe noch raha hai... tum ek hotwife ho... tum kisi ajnabi ke niche tadap rahi ho..."
Geeti ab poori tarah se us jawan ladke ke khayal mein kho chuki thi. Bina mehsoos kiye, uske honto se Soham ki jagah us intern ka naam nikalne laga, "Mmm... Rohan... oh god, Rohan... yes... do it... use me..."



Soham ne jab apni patni ke muh se dusre mard ka naam suna, toh uska apna excitement aasmaan chhoone laga. Usne Geeti ko us climax ki edge tak pahuncha diya jahan jism aur dimaag dono kaabu se bahar ho jate hain. 'Chapak-chapak' ki geeli aawaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi. Geeti ka poora badan pasine se lathpath tha, uski jaanghein tharthara rahi thin.
Aur phir achanak, ek jordaar jhatke ke saath, Geeti ne release kar diya.
"AAAAAAAAHHH...!" Geeti ne bedsheet ko apni mutthi mein kaskar jakad liya. Uska jism lagatar kai seconds tak jhatke leta raha. Yeh ab tak ka sabse intense aur shaktishali orgasm tha jo usne kabhi mehsoos kiya tha. Woh itni gehri release thi ki use laga jaise uski rooh uske jism se bahar nikal jayegi.
Kuch der baad, woh haanfti hui Soham ki baahon mein collapse ho gayi. Uska poora jism naram pad gaya tha, aur uski saansein dheere-dheere normal ho rahi thin.
Soham ne uske geele baalon ko peechhe kiya aur dhime se poocha, "Maza aaya? You liked it?"
Geeti ne apni nasheeli aankhein kholi, usme ab bhi us fantasy ka nasha baaki tha. Usne dheere se sar hilaya aur dabi aawaaz mein kaha, "Yes... bohut." Uske chehre par ek aisi naughty aur satisfied smile thi jo Soham ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi.
Soham ne uske maathe ko chooma aur badi hoshiari se apna agla kadam rakha, "Humein ye phir se karna chahiye... roleplay humein aur kareeb la raha hai. Sometime else?"


Geeti ne Soham ki aankhon mein dekha. Uske andar ka guilt ab us intense pleasure ke neeche dab chuka tha. Usne ek gehri saans li, Soham ko muskurate hue dekha aur dheere se kaha, "Yes Soham... zaroor."
Soham ne andhere mein ek jeet ki muskurahat chhupayi. Usne Geeti ko sirf satisfy nahi kiya tha, balki use us raaste par pehla pakka kadam rakhwa diya tha jahan se lautna ab namumkin tha. Geeti ab sirf ek patni nahi rahi thi, woh anjaane mein ek aisi aurat ban rahi thi jo dusre mardon ki chahat mein jeena seekh rahi thi.
Geeti gehri neend mein thi, uski saansein ab normal ho chuki thin, par uske chehre par abhi bhi us intense orgasm ki halki si lali baaki thi. Soham bed ke kone mein baitha, andhere mein uski soti hui surat ko ghoor raha tha. Uska dimaag kisi tez raftaar engine ki tarah chal raha tha.
Ek taraf Geeti thi—uska pehla pyaar, uski izzatdaar patni. Soham ne kabhi dil se nahi chaha tha ki woh Geeti ko kisi gande raaste par le jaye. Shuru mein jab usne 'open relationship' ka zikr kiya tha, toh woh sirf ek horniness se bhara hua impulsive idea tha. Use laga tha Geeti use thappad maregi, chillayegi, aur baat wahi khatam ho jayegi. Par us din se lekar aaj tak, Soham ne jo dekha, usne uske mardana dimaag ko hilakar rakh diya tha.
Geeti reject karne ki jagah, anjaane mein us 'zehar' ko pee rahi thi. Aaj raat jab usne us intern ka naam liya, toh Soham ko ek aisi 'dark' khushi mehsoos hui jo usne pehle kabhi anubhav nahi ki thi.
Par uske dimaag mein ek doosra kaanta bhi chubha hua tha—Amrita.
Amrita ki woh kachchi jawani, uska woh naram aur lachkila jism Soham ko paagal kar raha tha. Jab bhi woh Amrita ko dekhta, use lagta jaise uski soft skin use pukaar rahi ho. Geeti mature thi, suljhi hui thi, par Amrita ek naya aur forbidden nasha thi. Soham ke dimaag ne ek ajeeb sa logic bana liya tha: Agar Geeti kisi aur mard ke paas chali jati hai, toh Soham ke upar se 'loyalty' ka bojh utar jayega. Phir woh azaadi se Amrita ko apna sakega.
Par is swarth (selfishness) ke peeche ek aur bhi zyada gehra aur ganda nasha tha—Cuckoldry ka maza.
Soham ne socha, 'Kya hoga agar sach mein woh intern Geeti ko mere samne छुए? Kya hoga agar Geeti waqai kisi aur mard ke niche siskiyan le?' Yeh khayal aate hi Soham ke jism mein ek jhanjhanahat daud gayi. Use Geeti ki izzat se zyada ab uski 'be-izzati' aur uske 'hotwife' banne ke khayal mein maza aane laga tha. Woh use aur provoke karna chahta tha, use dheere-dheere us daldal mein utarna chahta tha jahan se woh kabhi wapas na aa sake.
Soham bed se utha. Uska apna excitement itna badh chuka tha ki woh ab aur bardaasht nahi kar pa raha tha. Woh dabe paon bathroom ki taraf badha aur darwaza andar se lock kar liya.
Bathroom ke aaine mein usne apne aap ko dekha. Uski aankhein laal thin aur chehre par ek ajeeb si haivaaniyat thi. Usne apna pajama niche khiskayi aur apne sakht mardana hisse ko haath mein le liya.
Usne aankhein band ki aur us manzar ko imagine karne laga jo abhi bed par adhoora reh gaya tha. Par is baar, woh narrator nahi tha. Woh ek spectator (dekhne wala) tha.
Usne imagine kiya ki woh bedroom ke kone mein ek chair par baitha hai. Bed par Geeti nangi leti hai, aur wahi jawan intern uske upar jhuka hua hai. Woh dekh raha hai ki kaise woh intern Geeti ki gori chhati ko apne danto se noch raha hai, aur Geeti, uski pativrata patni, dard aur maze mein apna sir jhatak rahi hai. Woh dekh raha hai ki kaise woh jawan ladka Geeti ki taangon ko kaskar phailata hai aur uske pavitra jism mein apna garm lund dhakel deta hai.
"Ahhh... Geeti... meri hotwife..." Soham ne bathroom mein dabi hui aawaaz mein siski li. Uska haath apne upar tezi se chalne laga.
Fantasy aur bhi wild hoti gayi. Usne imagine kiya ki Geeti us intern ke niche tadapte hue Soham ki taraf dekh rahi hai, uski aakhon mein sharam hai par jism mein hawas. Woh intern Soham ki taraf dekh kar hans raha hai, jaise keh raha ho, "Dekh, teri biwi ko main kaise use kar raha hoon."
Yeh 'humiliation' (zillat) ka maza Soham ke liye kisi bohut bade nashe jaisa tha. Usne imagine kiya ki Geeti ka woh gora badan kisi aur mard ke paseene se bhig chuka hai. Woh intern uske chehre par apna nasha release kar raha hai aur Soham wahi khada dekh raha hai.
Soham ka jism buri tarah kaanpne laga. Usne apna nichla honth daanto tale daba liya taaki cheekh bahar na nikle. Uska excitement apne charam par tha. Usne imagine kiya ki Geeti waqai mein 'randi' ban chuki hai, sirf uske liye, uske maze ke liye.
Aur usi pal, ek jordaar jhatke ke saath, Soham ne bathroom ki deewar par apna saara nasha release kar diya.
Uska poora badan naram pad gaya. Woh wahi deewar ka sahara lekar khada raha, haanfte hue. Usne apni aankhein kholi aur samne aaine mein apna reflection dekha. Ek pal ke liye use apne aap se ghin aayi, par agle hi pal wahi 'jehar' phir se uske dimaag mein ghul gaya.
"Yeh toh sirf shuruvaat hai," usne apne aap se whisper kiya. "Jab yeh sach mein hoga... jab Geeti waqai kisi aur ke niche hogi... tab maza aayega."
Usne apne aap ko saaf kiya, pajama theek kiya aur bathroom se bahar nikla. Woh wapas bed par gaya aur Geeti ke bagal mein let gaya. Geeti ne neend mein hi halke se apna haath Soham par rakha. Soham ne uske maathe ko chooma, par uske dimaag mein ab Geeti ek patni nahi, balki ek 'shikaar' thi jise woh duniya ke samne parosne ki taiyari kar raha tha. Amrita ka khayal aur Geeti ki hotwife fantasy—dono ne milkar Soham ko ek aise raste par dal diya tha jahan se piche mudna ab namumkin tha.
Raat ki khamoshi mein, woh dono so rahe the, par unke sapne ab poori tarah se 'forbidden' ho chuke the.

Subah jab Geeti ki aankhein khuli, toh uske jism mein ek ajeeb si narmi aur bhari-pan tha. Raat wala woh intense orgasm uske zehan mein abhi bhi kisi nashe ki tarah ghula hua tha. Soham ne bhale hi keh diya tha ki woh 'open relationship' wali baat ko ignore kar raha hai, par Geeti ke dimaag ke kisi kone mein woh fantasy ghar kar chuki thi.
Woh naha kar aayi aur wardrobe ke saamne khadi hui. Anjaane mein hi uske haath ek aisi saree ki taraf gaye jo usne sirf khaas maukon ke liye rakhi thi—ek translucent, patli chiffon saree, jiska rang itna gehra laal tha ki woh uski gori rangat par bijli ki tarah khil raha tha. Usne blouse bhi wahi chuna jiska gala thoda zyada gehra tha. Usne khud ko samjhaya ki woh sirf achha dikhna chahti hai, par sach toh yeh tha ki uske dimaag mein abhi bhi wahi 'intern' wala roleplay ghoom raha tha.


Bank pahunchte hi, jaise hi woh apne cabin ki taraf badhi, uski nazar Rohan (wahi jawan intern) par padi. Rohan ne use dekha aur uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. Geeti ka chehra achanak sharam aur excitement se laal ho gaya. Uske dimaag mein raat wali Soham ki woh baatein goonjne lagin—"Socho main wahi jawan intern hoon..."
Geeti flustered ho gayi. Usne jaldi se apne cabin ka darwaza khola, par hadbadahat mein uske haath se ek file niche gir gayi. Jaise hi woh file uthane ke liye neeche jhuki, uski saree ka pallu thoda sarak gaya. Usne notice kiya ki Rohan wahi khada tha aur uski nigaahein seedha Geeti ke blouse ke us gehre cut aur uski milky white cleavage par jami hui thin.




Geeti ne jhatke se file uthayi aur upar dekha. Rohan ki saansein bhaari thi aur uska chehra garam ho raha tha. Geeti ki nazar anjaane mein Rohan ki pant ki taraf gayi... wahan ek saaf 'bulge' (ubhaar) dikh raha tha. Rohan uski cleavage dekh kar buri tarah arouse ho chuka tha.
Geeti ki saans atak gayi. Kisi bhi izzatdaar aurat ko is par gussa aana chahiye tha, use Rohan ko daantna chahiye tha. Par Geeti ko gussa nahi aaya. Balki, use ek ajeeb sa 'dirty' sukoon mila. Uska apna pet nichle hisse se aithne laga aur wahi purani geelapan (wetness) phir se mehsoos hone lagi. Usne jaldi se apna pallu theek kiya aur cabin ke andar bhag gayi.
Andar aakar usne door lock kiya aur seedha bathroom ki taraf gayi. Usne apne chehre par thanda paani mara. "Nahi Geeti... pagal mat bano. Soham ne mana kar diya hai. Woh sirf ek khel tha. Tum ek bank manager ho, ek patni ho," usne aaine mein khud ko dekhte hue kaha. Par uski aankhein nasheeli ho chuki thin.
Uss din kaam mein uska dimaag bilkul nahi laga. Shaam ko jab woh bank se nikli aur bus stop par khadi hui, toh Soham ka chehra dimaag mein aaya. Soham ne kaha tha ki woh ye sab band kar raha hai, isliye Geeti ne tay kiya ki woh ab is bare mein nahi sochegi.

Bank se nikalte waqt Geeti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi. Soham ne bhale hi 'open relationship' wali baat ko khatam karne ka dikhawa kiya tha, par usne Geeti ke zehan mein jo shaitani beej bo diya tha, woh ab ek jungle ki aag ki tarah phail raha tha.
Shaam ki bheed wali bus mein chadhna Geeti ke liye hamesha ek azab hota tha, par aaj uska jism kisi anjaani bechaini se bhara tha. Bus puri tarah kacha-kach bhari hui thi—log ek-doosre par gire ja rahe the. Geeti ne ek khambe (support pillar) ko apne upar wale haath se kaskar pakad liya. Uska haath upar uthte hi uski patli chiffon saree ki silsilaati hui silwatein uske curves par tight ho gayin, aur uske blouse ki gehrai mein uski gori armpit (bagal) ka ek bada hissa numaya ho gaya.


Bahar ki garmi aur bus ke andar ki ghutan ke beech, Geeti ne apna phone nikala. Uski ungliyan jaise apne aap wahi 'incognito' tab par gayin. Woh ek nayi hotwife story padhne lagi—"High-class Bank Manager used by a Rowdy Stranger in a Local Bus."
Jaise-jaise woh shabdon ko padh rahi thi, uski saansein ukhadne lagin. Kahani mein woh aurat bheed ka fayda utha kar kisi ajnabi se ragad khana enjoy kar rahi thi. Theek usi waqt, bus ne ek jordaar jhatka khaya.
Geeti ne mehsoos kiya ki koi uske bilkul peechhe aakar jam gaya hai. Woh ek mazdoor jaisa dikhne wala mard tha—usse sasti bidi aur din bhar ke kade paseene ki ek raw, mardana boo aa rahi thi. Uske mazeile, dhool se bhare kapde Geeti ki mehngi laal saree se sat gaye the. Geeti ki mehngi French perfume ki khushboo aur us mard ki paseene wali gandh milkar ek ajeeb sa 'taboo' nasha paida kar rahi thin.
Pehle toh Geeti ko laga ki bheed ki wajah se aisa ho raha hai, par jald hi use ehsaas hua ki woh mard hila nahi. Balki, bus ke har hichkole ke saath, woh aur bhi zyada kaskar Geeti ke raseele hips (kamar) par apna dabav banane laga. Geeti ne peechhe mud kar nahi dekha, par use saaf mehsoos ho raha tha ki us mard ka sakht aur garam 'bulge' uski saree ki patli layer ke paar, seedha uske piche wale hisse par tika hua hai.


Geeti ki aankhein phone screen par jami thin, par woh padh nahi rahi thi. Uska poora dhyan peechhe ho rahi us 'dirty' harkat par tha. Woh mard ab aur bhi daring ho gaya tha. Usne dekha ki itni khoobsurat aur unchi family ki dikhne wali aurat koi virodh (protest) nahi kar rahi hai. Usne apna poora jism Geeti ki naram peeth par laad diya. Geeti ka upar utha hua haath aur uski khuli hui armpit us mard ke chehre ke bilkul kareeb thi. Woh mard madhosh hokar Geeti ke jism ki garmi ko soongh raha tha.
Geeti ka pet nichle hisse se buri tarah aithne laga. Uske dimaag mein wahi story chal rahi thi—ki kaise ek izzatdaar aurat kisi saste mard ke samne surrender kar deti hai. Usne mehsoos kiya ki uski panty ab tak puri tarah geeli ho chuki hai. Use ek ajeeb sa 'forbidden thrill' mil raha tha. Ek mard, jise woh kabhi apne cabin mein baithne tak na deti, woh is waqt uske jism ka maza le raha tha, aur Geeti... Geeti use hone de rahi thi. Yeh uske mardana dimaag par ek tarah ka 'support' tha, ek silent 'yes'.
Uski saansein itni bhaari ho gayin ki uske hont khul gaye. Woh us ajnabi ke 'bulge' ka dabav apne jism par mehsoos karke dheere-dheere apni hi jagah par halke se 'sway' karne lagi. Woh mazdoor mard ab puri tarah haivaan ban chuka tha, woh be-sharam hokar Geeti ke gore badan se chipak gaya tha.
Tabhi, bus ne ek aur jordaar break maara!
Is jhatke ne Geeti ko hosh mein la diya. Uska sar saamne wale pillar se takrate-takrate bacha. Uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. "Main yeh kya kar rahi hoon? Ek sadak-chhaap aadmi mujhe gandi tarah chhu raha hai aur main maza le rahi hoon?" Heavy guilt ka ek jhatka uske dimaag mein laga.
Usne jhatke se apna haath neeche kiya, pallu ko kaskar seene par lapeta aur bheed ko chirte hue darwaze ki taraf badh gayi. Uska dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Jaise hi uska stop aaya, woh bus se neeche utar gayi.
Zameen par paanv rakhte hi usne palat kar bus ki khidki ki taraf dekha. Wahi mard khidki ke paas khada use hi ghoor raha tha. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si vijeta wali muskurahat (triumphant smile) thi. Uski aankhon mein saaf likha tha—"Tu chahe kitni bhi badi madam ban ja, par aaj maine tere is badan ka nasha chakha hai." Use pata tha ki usne ek aisi aurat ko chhua hai jise chhuna uske liye namumkin tha.
Geeti ne turant nazrein phera lin aur tezi se apne ghar ki taraf chalne lagi. Uska jism abhi bhi us 'dirty touch' ki garmi se tap raha tha. Ek taraf woh thrill tha jo use Soham ke proposal ki yaad dila raha tha, aur doosri taraf ek bhayanak guilt ki woh kitni 'gandi' aurat banti ja rahi hai.


Ghar ka darwaza khulte hi samne Soham aur Amrita baithe the. Geeti ka chehra laal tha aur baal thode bikhre hue.
"Kya hua Geeti? Itni haanf kyun rahi ho?" Soham ne ek mysterious muskurahat ke saath pucha. Use shayad andaza tha ki bahar ki duniya Geeti par apna rang chadha rahi hai.
Geeti ne bina kuch kahe apna bag table par patka aur seedha washroom ki taraf bhagi. Use apne hi jism se ab ghin aa rahi thi, par dimaag ke kisi kone mein woh ajnabi mard ki muskurahat abhi bhi muskurata hua 'hotwife' shabd dohra rahi thi.

[Loveakb18]

Laajwab update bro

[zhynydude]

I have read the old one ....this one is going great so far..Keep posting

[exbiixossip2]

bahut hi mast hai

bhai apka mind alag alag story par ek sath kaise kam karta hai... wo bhi itni reality ke sath... mast pics hai

[Joker44]

Ghar ke us drawing room mein shaanti zaroor thi, par ab is khamoshi ke peeche teen alag-alag toofan chal rahe the. Soham ne Geeti ke dimaag ko ek 'hotwife' ki dark fantasy mein dhakel diya tha aur Amrita ke masoom jism ko apni baahon ka aadi (addicted) bana liya tha. Par Soham ek shatir khiladi tha. Usne us din jab Geeti ka phone check kiya tha, toh sirf history nahi dekhi thi. Usne badi hoshiyaari se Geeti ke phone ke browser ko apne ek secret Google account se 'sync' kar diya tha aur Instagram ki ad-preferences (algorithm) mein kuch specific keywords daal diye the—‘cuckold’, ‘bold relationships’, ‘women's sexual freedom’.

Soham jaanta tha ki Geeti jaisi aurat ek baar mein apni maryada nahi todegi. Use dheere-dheere, logically is jaal mein fasaana hoga. Aur aaj shaam, jab Soham apne laptop par baitha tha, toh uske secret account par ek notification pop-up hua tha. Geeti ki aakhiri search history update hui thi: "High-class Bank Manager used by a Rowdy Stranger in a Local Bus." Waqt tha shaam ke 6:30 baje—theek wahi waqt jab Geeti bus se ghar aati hai. Soham ka mardana ego aur uski hawas ekdum se aasmaan chhoo gayi. Woh samajh gaya tha ki bus mein kisi anjaan bheed ne Geeti ke jism ko chhua hai, aur Geeti ne use roka nahi, balki usne use apni dark fantasy ka hissa bana liya.
Raat ke 9 baj chuke the. Dining table par khana lag chuka tha. Teeno ek saath baithe the, par teeno ke dimaag alag hi duniya mein the.
Amrita aaj kuch zyada hi khush aur chanchal lag rahi thi. Dopehar ka woh forbidden kiss aur Soham ki baahon ki garmi abhi tak uske dimaag par haavi thi. Usne ek masoom si muskurahat ke saath Soham ki taraf dekha aur teasing tone mein boli, "Jijoo, aaj ka din kaisa raha aapka? Lagta hai aaj 'work from home' mein aapne kuch zyada hi mehnat ki hai. Chehre par badi thakaan, par aankhon mein alag hi chamak hai."
Soham ne Amrita ki aankhon mein dekha, ek secret share karte hue. "Haan Amrita, aaj kuch... bohut hi naye aur exciting projects par kaam shuru kiya hai. Thakaan toh hai, par maza bohut aa raha hai."
Geeti jo table par rotiyan paros rahi thi, usne is conversation ko bilkul normal samjha. Uska dimaag toh abhi bhi bus ke us rowdy mazdoor, uski sasti paseene ki boo, aur uske sakht 'bulge' ke khayalon mein aitha hua tha. Uski saansein abhi tak thodi ukhdi hui thin. Khana khate waqt achanak Geeti ko yaad aaya ki uske phone mein abhi bhi woh gandi 'hotwife' story open hai. 'Agar Soham ne galti se mera phone utha liya toh?' Ek bhayanak paranoia (darr) uske andar daud gaya.
Geeti ne chupchaap table ke neeche apna ek haath le jaakar apni saari ki pocket se phone nikala. Usne screen ki brightness ekdum low ki aur jaldi-jaldi browser history delete karne lagi.
Soham, jo apne samne baithi Geeti ko bohut gaur se dekh raha tha, uske is chhup-chhup kar kiye jane wale action ko samajh gaya. Uske honton par ek kameeni muskurahat aa gayi. 'Tum apni history delete kar sakti ho Geeti, par mera dimaag nahi. Main jaanta hoon tumhari is izzatdaar saree ke neeche ki panty is waqt kitni geeli hai,' Soham ne socha.
Geeti ko aur zyada taddpane aur uske darr ko thrill mein badalne ke liye, Soham ne table ke neeche se apna pairo se chappal nikali. Usne apna nanga pair aage badhaya aur Geeti ki saree ke pallu ke neeche se hote hue, uski pindli (calf) se lekar uski nangi inner thigh (bhethari jaangh) ko halke se, par ek deliberate (jaan-boojh kar) tareeqe se ragda.
Geeti ke muh se achanak ek halki si gasp (saan chhutne ki aawaaz) nikal gayi, "Ah..." Uske haath se chamach chhut kar plate par gira. Khat-a-khat!
"Kya hua Didi? Theek toh ho?" Amrita ne chonk kar pucha.
Geeti ka chehra darr, sharam aur ek achanak uthi hui hawas se poori tarah laal ho chuka tha. Usne ghabra kar table ke neeche dekha aur phir Soham ki taraf. Soham bilkul normal lag raha tha, jaise usne kuch kiya hi na ho. Woh chawal kha raha tha aur uski aankhon mein ek shaitani, thandi nigaah thi jo Geeti ke aar-paar dekh rahi thi.


"K-kuch nahi Amrita... bas chamach chhut gaya," Geeti ne haklate hue kaha. Par Soham ka pair abhi bhi uski jaangh par halka-halka dabaav bana raha tha. Geeti ne apne pairo ko chipkane ki koshish ki, par Soham ke us chori-chhupe touch ne uske dimaag mein bus wale us ajnabi mard ke touch ko phirse zinda kar diya tha. Use us dining table par, apni hi behen ke samne ek ajeeb sa, forbidden aur dirty thrill mehsoos hone laga. Woh uth kar wahan se kitchen mein chali gayi, apni saanson ko kaabu karne.
Khana khatam hone ke baad, jab Geeti apne bedroom mein aaine ke samne baith kar baal suljha rahi thi, tabhi Amrita darwaza knock karke andar aayi.
"Didi, thodi der baat karni thi," Amrita bed par baithte hue boli. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si kashmakash thi.
"Haan bol na bacha, kya hua? College mein sab theek hai?" Geeti ne pyar se pucha.
Amrita ne pillow ko apne seene se laga liya aur thoda bachte hue boli, "Didi... aapko kabhi aisa lagta hai ki aapke andar ek ajeeb si restlessness (bechaini) hai? Matlab... kabhi kisi aisi cheez ya insaan ki taraf attraction hota hai, jo aapko pata hai ki poori tarah galat hai, par phir bhi aap khud ko rok nahi paate? Jaise... you just want to cross the line?"
Geeti ke haath mein kanga (comb) ruk gaya. Amrita ki yeh baatein Geeti ke dil mein kisi teer ki tarah lagi. Use ek pal ke liye laga ki kya Amrita ko uske gande fantasies ke baare mein pata chal gaya hai? Par agle hi pal use laga ki Amrita shayad kisi college ke ladke ya kisi 'older' aur forbidden mard ki baat kar rahi hai.
"Umar ka takaza hai Amrita," Geeti ne apni dabi hui aag ko chhupate hue, ek badi behen ki tarah samjhane ki koshish ki. "Jab hum jawan hote hain, toh aisi galat cheezein zyada attract karti hain. Par maryada aur control hi humein insaan banata hai."
"Par kya sach mein Didi? Kya aapko kabhi apne usूलों (principles) se bagawat (rebel) karne ka mann nahi karta?" Amrita ne seedha Geeti ki aankhon mein dekhte hue pucha, dimaag mein Soham ki baatein yaad karte hue.
Geeti chup ho gayi. Uske andar ek ajeeb sa jealousy (jalan) ka beej bo gaya. Amrita abhi jawan thi, azaad thi. Woh apni boundaries cross karne ke baare mein soch sakti thi. Aur Geeti? Geeti is sanskari aurat ke pinjare mein ghut rahi thi. "So ja Amrita, subah college jana hai," Geeti ne baat kaat di. Amrita wahan se chali toh gayi, par Geeti ke dimaag mein ek chingari chhod gayi. 'Agar Amrita jaise masoom ladki azaadi aur lust ke bare mein soch sakti hai, toh main kyun nahi?'
Raat ke 11 baj chuke the. Soham bed ki dusri taraf peeth karke let chuka tha (ya kam se kam sone ka natak kar raha tha). Geeti akeli jaag rahi thi. Dimaag ki uljhan ko shant karne ke liye usne apna phone uthaya aur Instagram scroll karne lagi.
Soham ka bichhaya hua digital jaal ab apna kaam kar raha tha. Aam taur par Geeti ki feed mein recipes, sarees aur bank ke updates aate the. Par aaj, scroll karte hi use ek nayi tarah ke reels dikhne lage.
Pehla reel ek 'Women Empowerment' ka tha jisme ek khoobsurat aurat keh rahi thi: "A woman’s desire is not a sin. If your partner doesn't understand your wild side, own it yourself. Don't suppress your fantasies." Geeti ne is reel ko dekha aur unconsciously us par 'Heart' (Like) ka button daba diya.
Dheere-dheere feed aur bold hone lagi. Kuch reels mein married auraton ke secret confessions the. Geeti scroll karti ja rahi thi, aur uski saansein phir se bhaari hone lagi thin.
Tabhi, ek aisi reel uske saamne aayi jisne uske dimaag ki saari nasein jhanjhana din. Screen par ek blur si video thi jisme background mein text likha tha: "Why I let my husband watch me with other men - A Hotwife's True Confession." Audio mein ek aurat badi hi seductive tone mein bata rahi thi ki kaise usne ek din apni maryada todi, aur kisi aur mard ke haathon apna jism saunp diya, aur isne uski marriage ko aur zyada 'hot' bana diya.


Geeti ki ungliyan kaanpne lagin. Usne chaaron taraf dekha, darte hue ki Soham jag toh nahi gaya. Par kamre mein andhera tha. Usne us reel ko ek baar dekha... phir doosri baar dekha. Video ki aurat ki baatein seedha Geeti ke aaj dopahar wale bus ke experience se jud rahi thin.
Woh chahti thi ki is reel ko hata de. Par uske jism ki bhookh ab uski maryada se badi ho chuki thi. Usne apne daanto se apne nichle honth ko kaskar dabaya, screen ke right side par bane 'Save' icon par click kiya, aur use apni 'Private Collection' mein save kar liya.
Us ek 'Save' button ke dabte hi Geeti ne aadhikarik (officially) taur par Soham ki bichhayi hui 'Hotwife' ki duniya ko accept kar liya tha. Woh andhere mein leti hui, us reel ki baaton ko aur bus wale us mard ke touch ko yaad karke apni panty ke upar se khud ko sehlane lagi.
Aur theek uske bagal mein leta Soham, jisne apne phone par Geeti ki ye saari activity live track kar li thi, andhere mein ek vijeta (winner) ki tarah muskura raha tha. Geeti ab poori tarah se uski puppet ban chuki thi, ek aisi puppet jiske dhaage Soham ne hawas aur manipulation se baandh diye the.

Agle kuch din us ghar mein ek ajeeb se 'cat and mouse' (billi aur choohe) ke khel mein guzre. Geeti ko lag raha tha ki woh apni gandi khwahishon ko Soham se chhupa rahi hai, jabki sach yeh tha ki Soham uske dimaag ke har ek tabboo kone ko control kar raha tha.
Weekend ki raat thi. Kamre mein halki peeli roshni (dim yellow light) jal rahi thi. Soham aur Geeti bed par lete hue the. Geeti ka sir Soham ke seene par tha. Bahar se sab kuch normal lag raha tha, par Soham janta tha ki Geeti ke andar 'hotwife' wali aag abhi bhi jal rahi hai, bas use thodi hawa dene ki zaroorat hai.
Soham apne phone par kuch scroll kar raha tha. Achanak usne ek reel play ki aur phone Geeti ki taraf kar diya. "Geeti, yeh dekho. Aaj kal social media par kya-kya viral ho raha hai."
Geeti ne aalsi aakhon se screen ki taraf dekha. Reel mein ek modern, rich dikhne wala couple tha. Aurat behad bold kapdo mein thi aur mard uske piche khada tha. Video ka caption tha: "How exploring wild fantasies saved our marriage." Aurat camera par apni success story suna rahi thi ki kaise usne apne pati ke samne dusre mardon ke saath flirt karna aur physical hona shuru kiya, aur isse unki life kitni exciting ho gayi.
Geeti ki neend ekdum se ud gayi. Uski aakhon ke samne phirse wahi terrace wale colleagues, wahi bus wala mard ghoom gaya. Uska dil zor se dhadakne laga, par usne apni ghabrahat chhupate hue Soham se phone hata diya.
"Chhi Soham... yeh sab kya dekh rahe ho tum? Yeh hum jaise middle-class, izzatdaar logo ke liye nahi hai. Yeh foreign ka kachra hai, bas sasti popularity ke liye karte hain," Geeti ne banawati gusse (fake anger) se kaha aur karwat badal li.
Soham ne halke se hanste hue phone lock kar diya. "Arre baba, main kahan keh raha hoon ki humein yeh sab karna chahiye? Main toh bas dikha raha tha ki aaj kal ki duniya kitni 'open' (azaad) ho gayi hai. Couples apni fantasies ko dabate nahi hain. Just for fun, yaar."
"Mujhe aise 'fun' mein koi interest nahi hai," Geeti ne chadar odhte hue kaha, par uski aawaaz mein pehle jaisa dum nahi tha.
Soham ne uski peeth dekhi aur andhere mein muskuraya. Use pata tha ki Geeti ka yeh virodh (resistance) sirf upar-upar se hai.
Aur Soham sahi tha.
Agle din dopehar mein, jab Soham office mein tha aur Geeti lunch break mein apne cabin mein baithi thi, toh uske dimaag mein Soham ki dikhayi hui woh reel baar-baar ghoom rahi thi. Usne jaldi se apna Instagram khola. Uski kaanpti ungliyon ne search bar mein type kiya—"Modern couples wild fantasies." Pichhli raat jo aurat use 'sasti' lag rahi thi, aaj woh uski profile par ek ghanta bita chuki thi. Us aurat ke bold kapde, uski aakhon ki woh shaitani chamak, aur uske followers ke gande, hawas bhare comments padh kar Geeti ko ek 'dirty excitement' mehsoos ho rahi thi. "Kya waqai mard aisi auraton ke liye pagal hote hain? Kya izzatdaar hone ka matlab sirf ghutna hai?" Geeti ne khud se pucha. Uski breathing heavy ho chuki thi aur uski jaanghon ke beech phir se wahi familiar geelapan aa gaya tha.



Is 'dirty' excitement ne Geeti ke dimaag ko itna haavi kar liya ki usne ek aisi harkat kar di jo usne apni life mein kabhi nahi ki thi.
Us dopehar, Geeti bathroom gayi. Aaine ke samne khade hokar usne apna makeup theek kiya. Usne aaj ek dark maroon colour ki georgette saree pehni thi. Usne apne blouse ke aage wale hisse ko thoda aur khincha, jisse uski milky cleavage ki ek gehri daraar saaf nazar aane lagi. Usne apne phone ka camera on kiya, thoda sa pout banaya, aur ek selfie click ki. Selfie mein uski cleavage ka hint itna subtle (halka) tha ki koi seedhe taur par use vulgar nahi keh sakta tha, par kisi bhi hawas bhare mard ki nazar wahin par tikne wali thi.
Kaanpte haathon se usne Instagram par photo upload kar di, bina kisi caption ke.


Dhadakte dil ke saath woh apni desk par aakar baith gayi. Har paanch minute mein woh apna phone check kar rahi thi. Dheere-dheere likes aana shuru hue. Uske bank ke kuch colleagues, kuch purane college friends. Par tabhi, ek unknown message request aayi.
Message kisi 'DarkKnight99' naam ke account se tha (jo asal mein Soham ka hi fake account tha).
Geeti ne darte-darte message khola. Likha tha: "Wow. What a perfect blend of sanskaar and absolute slttiness. Tumhara pati bohut lucky hai, par tumhara yeh jism ek mard ke liye nahi bana. You'd make a perfect hotwife, Ma'am."*
Geeti ki aakhon ke samne andhera chha gaya. Uski saansein atak gayin. Kisi anjaan mard ne use 'slut' aur 'hotwife' keh diya tha, sirf uski ek photo dekh kar! Use us account ko turant block kar dena chahiye tha, use gussa aana chahiye tha.
Par Geeti ne block nahi kiya.
Usne us message ko ek baar, do baar, teen baar padha. Har baar padhne par uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek aisi garm aandhi uthti jo use pagal kar rahi thi. 'Attention... mardon ka yeh ganda attention... sach mein kitna addictive (nasheela) hota hai,' usne socha.
"Yeh galat hai. Behad galat hai," Geeti ne haanfte hue whisper kiya, par uske honton par wahi naughty, 'guilty' muskurahat thi. Usne screen lock ki aur apna phone bag mein daal liya, par woh message uske dimaag mein chhap chuka tha. Woh sara din us anjaan mard ke baare mein sochti rahi. "Kaisa dikhta hoga woh? Kya woh mere office ka koi mard hai? Ya koi aur?" Aur idhar, theek uske office ke bahar ki duniya mein, Soham apne phone par DarkKnight99 ke account se bheje gaye message ka 'Seen' aane ka intezaar kar raha tha. Jaise hi 'Seen' aaya aur Geeti ne use block nahi kiya, Soham jor se hansa.
"Fass gayi meri shareef biwi," Soham ne khud se kaha. Geeti ab us jaal mein itni aage nikal chuki thi jahan se wapas aana uski pativrata image ke liye namumkin ho gaya tha. Uski 'hotwife' fantasy ab sirf band kamre mein nahi, balki internet ke zariye doosre mardon tak pahunchne lagi thi.

Pichli dopehar us anjaan account 'DarkKnight99' se aaye us ek message ne Geeti ke dimaag ki saari wiring hila kar rakh di thi. Ek izzatdaar bank manager, jise log sar jhuka kar 'Ma'am' kehte the, aaj ek anjaan mard ki nazron mein ek 'slut' aur 'hotwife' ban chuki thi. Aur sabse bhayanak baat yeh thi ki Geeti ko is zillat (humiliation) mein ek ajeeb sa nasha milne laga tha.
Raat ka waqt tha. Soham apne laptop par kuch kaam karne ka dikhawa kar raha tha, par asal mein uski nigaahein apne phone ki screen par thi. Woh 'DarkKnight99' ke roop mein apna agla shikaar (move) khelne ja raha tha. Geeti bathroom mein thi. Jaise hi woh bahar aayi aur bed par leti, uske phone ki screen par ek notification flash hua.
Geeti ki dhadkan achanak tez ho gayi. Usne darrte hue phone uthaya. Message phir se usi 'DarkKnight99' ka tha.
Likha tha: "Tumhare andar ki aag tumhari aankhon mein saaf dikhti hai, Geeti. Your posts scream hotwife potential. Ek baar apni maryada ka parda hata kar dekho... your hubby would love to watch you getting used by real men." Is text ke theek neeche usne ek choti si Instagram reel attach ki hui thi. Geeti ke haath kaanp rahe the. Usne aas-paas dekha, Soham doosri taraf muh kiye leta tha. Geeti ne darr aur hawas ke mele-jule ehsaas ke saath woh reel play ki. Video mein ek Indian couple tha. Aurat ek party mein kisi teesre anjaan mard ke saath behad kareeb hokar dance kar rahi thi, us mard ke haath us aurat ki kamar par the, aur us aurat ka pati theek samne khada hokar muskurate hue yeh sab record kar raha tha. Video par text tha: "When he knows his wife is a goddess and loves sharing her."
Geeti ki saansein atak gayin. Uska seena tezi se upar-neeche hone laga. Ek anjaan mard ne uski sabse dark fantasy, uska sabse bada darr aur uski sabse gandi khwahish uske muh par maar di thi. Use laga jaise kisi ne uske kapde utaar kar use aaine ke samne khada kar diya ho.
"Yeh bohut zyada ho raha hai! Yeh aadmi meri hadd paar kar raha hai," Geeti ne ghabra kar whisper kiya. Usne gusse aur sharam se apne daant peese aur turant us 'DarkKnight99' account ko Block kar diya. Phone ko bed par patak kar usne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Use 'violated' (apmanit) mehsoos ho raha tha. Ek aurat ki izzat par yeh hamla tha.
Par kya waqai?
Block karne ke agle ek ghante tak Geeti bistar par machalti rahi. Uski jaanghon ke beech ek aag si lag gayi thi. Dimaag keh raha tha ki usne theek kiya, par jism... jism us anjaan mard ki us gandi attention ke liye tadap raha tha. 'Usne mujhe hotwife kaha... usne kaha mera pati mujhe dusro ke saath dekh kar khush hoga...' Dedh ghante baad, Geeti se raha nahi gaya. Uski ungliyon ne kaanpte hue Instagram ki settings kholi, 'Blocked Accounts' mein gayi, aur 'DarkKnight99' ko Unblock kar diya. Usne koi message nahi kiya, par woh ab us account ki profile par lurk (chupke se dekhna) karne lagi thi.
Is chori-chhupe attention ne Geeti ke andar ka 'validation' ka bhookha shaitaan jaga diya tha. Agle din subah, jab Soham washroom mein tha, Geeti ne aaine ke samne khade hokar ek nai selfie li. Is baar usne apni saree ka pallu thoda aur neeche khiska diya, jisse uski cleavage ka ek deep aur tempting hissa saaf dikh raha tha. Uski aakhon mein ek nasheeli chamak thi. Usne bina soche-samjhe is photo ko apni Instagram Story par daal diya.


Jaise hi story post hui, uske dil ki dhadkan 100 ki speed par bhaagne lagi. Use ek behad wild rush, ek azaadi mehsoos hui. 'Main desirable hoon... dekho mujhe,' uske andar ki aurat cheekh rahi thi. Par theek 10 minute baad, jab do mardon ne us par 'fire' emoji react kiya, toh Geeti ka guilt uski hawas par haavi ho gaya. Panic mein aakar usne turant woh story Delete kar di.
"Oh god, main kya ban rahi hoon? Main ek pagal aurat ki tarah behave kar rahi hoon," usne apna sar pakad liya. Par sach yeh tha ki ab use is attention ki aadat pad chuki thi.
Kuch dino baad, Insta ki yeh addiction ek gehra kuan (well) ban chuki thi. Raat ke 2 baj rahe the. Soham neend mein hone ka natak kar raha tha, par uski aankhein thodi si khuli thin. Geeti blanket ke andar ghusi hui thi. Ab uske search bar mein koi hichkichahat nahi thi. Usne khud chupke-chupke 3-4 'Cuckold' aur 'Hotwife lifestyle' wale accounts ko follow kar liya tha.
Woh ek aur reel dekh rahi thi. Reel mein ek aurat ek public cafe mein kisi anjaan mard ko apni aakhon se ishaare kar rahi thi, apna pallu jaan-boojhkar gira rahi thi, aur uska pati samne baitha apni coffee peete hue use yeh sab karne ki permission de raha tha.
Yeh video dekhte hi Geeti ko bus wala woh mazdoor yaad aa gaya. Woh paseene ki boo, woh bheed, aur uske piche ragad khata hua woh sakht ubhaar (bulge). Geeti ka poora jism aag ki tarah tapne laga.
Bina khud ko roke, uske haath uski nighty ke andar chale gaye. Usne apni panty ko side kiya. Uski chut itni zyada wet thi ki uski ungliyan aasaani se andar fisal gayin.
Geeti ne aankhein band ki aur apni fantasy mein doob gayi. Usne imagine kiya ki woh aur Soham kisi public market mein hain. Woh us tight pink kurti mein hai. Ek ghatiya, sadak-chhaap aadmi Geeti ke paas aata hai aur Soham ke saamne Geeti ki kamar par haath rakh deta hai. Aur Soham... Soham Geeti ko bachane ki jagah muskurata hai aur kehta hai, "Meri biwi ko use karo, iska jism tumhare liye hai."
"Aahh... fuck... Soham... Soham dekh raha hai... Haan, main gandi hoon..." Geeti ki ungliyan be-tahasha speed se uski clit ko masalne lagin. Uske muh se gaaliyan aur dirty shabd nikalne lage jo usne kabhi soche bhi nahi the. Uski saansein phool gayin, aur blanket ke andar hi usne ek behad intense, kaanpne wala orgasm feel kiya. Uski jaanghein tharthara rahi thin aur uska garam ras uski ungliyon se beh raha tha.
Par jaise hi climax ka asar utra, wahi bhayanak, jaanleva Guilt us par haavi ho gaya.
"Main yeh kyun kar rahi hoon?" uske aansu nikal aaye. Woh turant bed se uthi aur bathroom mein bhaagi. Shower chalu karke woh thande paani ke neeche baith gayi. Apne jism ko sabun se buri tarah ragadne lagi, maano apni skin se in gande khayalon ko chheel kar nikaal dena chahti ho. "Main ek randi banti ja rahi hoon. Mera pati so raha hai aur main uske samne public mein kisi aur ke hathon chhuwe jane ki fantasy bana rahi hoon. Main kitni ghatiya hoon." Pura aadha ghanta woh shower ke neeche roti rahi. Par is aansu aur guilt ke beech, uske addicted dimaag ne ek nayi daleel (logic) de di: 'Lekin maine kisi ko chhua toh nahi na? Main bas Soham ke liye khud ko tyaar kar rahi hoon. Thoda attention lene mein, aur in fantasies ko sochne mein kya harz hai? Sirf dekh hi toh rahe hain mujhe... isse meri shaadi aur exciting hi toh hogi.' Guilt ab dheere-dheere hawas ka ek naya rasta bana raha tha.
Do din baad. Sham ka waqt tha. Geeti akele local sabzi mandi (vegetable market) mein thi. Market mein kaafi bheed thi. Geeti ne ek simple par thodi fitting wali kurti pehni hui thi.
Sabzi lete waqt, achanak uski nazar dukan ke us paar khade ek aadmi par padi. Woh ek thela chalane wala majdoor type ka aadmi tha. Uski shirt paseene se bhigi hui thi, uske baal bikhre hue the, aur uski aankhein... uski aankhein theek Geeti ke jism par gadi hui thin.

Woh aadmi Geeti ko aise ghoor raha tha jaise woh uske kapdo ke aar-paar dekh raha ho. Uski nigaahein Geeti ke seene ke ubhaar se hote hue uski patli kamar par aakar tik gayin thi. Usne Geeti ki taraf dekhte hue apne honton par ajeeb si hawas bhari jeebh pheri.


Geeti ka dil seene mein zor se dhadka. Aam dinon mein, Geeti turant apna dupatta theek karti, us aadmi ko gusse se ghoorti, ya wahan se chali jati. Par aaj... aaj kuch badal chuka tha. 'DarkKnight99' ke messages, hotwife reels, aur bus ka incident uske dimaag mein kisi zehar ki tarah ghul chuke the.
Geeti ne apna dupatta theek nahi kiya. Balki usne anjaane mein apni kamar ko halka sa aur bend kar diya, jisse uske hips aur uske seene ka curve us majdoor mard ke liye aur bhi zyada saaf (prominent) ho gaya. Woh aadmi hila nahi, usne Geeti ko chhua bhi nahi. Par uski woh nangi, low-class 'stare' (ghoorna) hi Geeti ke andar aag lagane ke liye kaafi thi.
Geeti ki saansein atkne lagin. Use market ke us shor mein bhi us aadmi ki gandi nigaahon ka touch apni nangi skin par mehsoos ho raha tha. 'Woh mere jism ko noch raha hai apni aakhon se... aur main use rok nahi rahi... main ek exhibitionist ban rahi hoon...' Geeti ka pet buri tarah se aithne laga. Uski panty market ke beechon-beech geeli hone lagi. Yeh public risk, yeh khule aam ek saste mard ki nazar ka shikaar hona, Geeti ke liye kisi bhayanak nashe jaisa tha. Usne jaldi se paise diye aur market se bahar ki taraf bhagi. Uski chaal tezi thi, par uski saansein kisi jawan ladki ki tarah phooli hui thin.
Ghar pahunchte hi usne darwaza zor se lock kiya. Soham abhi office se nahi aaya tha. Geeti ne purse table par phenka, aur seedhe apne bedroom mein chali gayi. Uski hawas itni control ke bahar thi ki usne kurti utaari bhi nahi, bas use upar kheench liya, apni panty utari aur bed par gir padi.
Us majdoor mard ki paseene se bhari shakal aur uski woh hawas bhari aankhein dimaag mein laate hi, Geeti ne apni do ungliyan puri taqat se apni geeli chut ke andar dhakel din. "Haan... dekh mujhe... main maal hoon... noch le meri body ko," woh pagal auraton ki tarah siskiyan leti hui apne aap ko pleasure dene lagi.
Bina kisi mard ke chhue, sirf ek 'stare' (nazar) ne us izzatdaar aurat ko bistar par ek bhookhi jism ki mariyada todne wali aurat mein tabdeel kar diya tha. Soham ka plan ab poori tarah se jeet chuka tha. Geeti ki andar ki aag ab itni bhadak chuki thi ki ab sirf fantasies aur nigaahon se kaam nahi chalne wala tha. Jald hi, use koi asal, jita-jagta mard chahiye tha jo uski is 'hotwife' ki aag ko bujha sake.


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[pujaa69]

Super seducing updates uuff....
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Can't wait for more updates

[Joker44]

Ghar mein din pichle kuch hafton se ek ajeeb se dhundh (fog) mein guzar rahe the. Geeti ke andar ki aurat ab do hisson mein poori tarah bant chuki thi. Din mein woh ek suljhi hui, sakht bank manager thi, jiska pallu kabhi uske kandhe se nahi sarakta tha. Par raat ke andhere mein, ya kisi public jagah par anjaan mardon ki gandi nigaahon ke beech, woh ek 'hotwife' banne ki bhookh mein tadapti hui, be-sharam aurat ban jati thi.

Geeti ki yeh aadat (addiction) ab uske dimaag se nikal kar uske phone ki gallery aur Instagram ke 'Saved' folder mein poori tarah dikhayi dene lagi thi. Uske phone mein ab aisi hazaron reels aur photos thin jahan auratein apne pativrata hone ka dikhawa chhod kar, dusre mardon ke aage apne jism ko paros rahi thin.


Aur in sab ka mastermind, Soham, sab kuch jaanta tha. Usne us raat bhi Geeti ko bathroom mein nahaate hue, guilty hoke rote hue dekha tha, aur theek agle din sabzi mandi wale us majdoor ki nigaahon ka shikaar hokar ghar aate hi akele masterbate karte hue bhi mehsoos kiya tha. Soham ka mardana ego aur uska 'cuckold' shauk ab aasmaan chhoo raha tha. Uski biwi, jiske liye ek waqt par 'open relationship' ek gaali thi, aaj us daldal mein aadhi utar chuki thi.
Ab waqt aa gaya tha Geeti ko us aakhiri kinaare se dhakka dene ka.
Sunday ki dopehar thi. Mausam thoda suhana tha, bahar halke baadal chhaaye hue the. Ghar mein shanti thi kyunki Amrita apni dost ki birthday party mein gayi hui thi. Geeti living room ke sofa par baithi, ek magazine ke panne palat rahi thi, par uski aankhein aur dimaag kahin aur the. Soham uske theek samne wali chair par baitha apna phone scroll kar raha tha.
Achanak, Soham ne phone table par rakha aur Geeti ko bohut dhyan se dekhne laga. Uski nigaahein Geeti ke chehre se hote hue uski cotton kurti ke ubhaaron par ruki. Geeti ne uski nazar mehsoos ki aur thoda uncomfortable hote hue apna dupatta theek kiya.
"Geeti," Soham ki aawaaz bohut shaant aur dhimi thi, jaise woh kisi bohut nazuk vishay par baat karne wala ho.
"Haan, Soham? Kya hua?" Geeti ne magazine neeche rakhte hue pucha. Uski dil ki dhadkan thodi tez ho gayi, darr tha ki kahin Soham ko uski un gandi harkaton ke baare mein pata toh nahi chal gaya.
Soham apni chair se utha aur aakar Geeti ke bagal mein sofa par baith gaya. Usne bohut hi pyaar se Geeti ka haath apne haath mein liya. "Tum... tum aaj kal kuch khoyi-khoyi si rehti ho. Office se aati ho toh thaki hui nahi, balki ek ajeeb si uljhan mein hoti ho. Aur raat ko bhi... mujhe pata hai tum theek se so nahi rahi."
Geeti ke gale mein jaise ek gola sa atak gaya. Usne nazrein churane ki koshish ki. "Nahi toh... aisa kuch nahi hai. Bas thoda bank ka stress hai aur kuch nahi."
Soham ne halke se muskurate hue Geeti ke gaal par haath rakha. Uski aankhon mein koi gussa nahi tha, balki ek aisi understanding (samajhdari) thi jisne Geeti ko aur bhi zyada confuse kar diya.
"Geeti, hum dono ek dusre ko saalon se jante hain. Hum pati-patni hain. Tumhare jism ki har aahat, tumhare dimaag ki har silwat (wrinkle) main padh sakta hoon," Soham ne apne shabdon ko bohut carefully chuna. "Main jaanta hoon ki pichle kuch waqt se humare beech physical doori aa gayi hai. Par kya sach mein, tumhare andar koi nayi aag, koi nayi chahat paida nahi hui hai?"
"Soham, tum kya kehna chahte ho? Seedhe-seedhe kaho," Geeti ki aawaaz kaanp rahi thi. Use laga ab uska bhanda phootne wala hai.
Soham ne ek gehri saans li aur phir apna phone utha kar screen on ki. "Dekho Geeti, mujhe pata hai ki social media par... ya apne akelepan mein, insaan ka dimaag bohut kuch explore karta hai. Maine tumhare phone mein... I mean, humara email ID sync hai na... maine galti se dekha ki tumhare Instagram par suggestions kuch badal gaye hain."
Geeti ke paanv tale zameen khisak gayi. Uska khoon jaise jam gaya. Uske chehre ka rang ud gaya. Soham ne uski saari gandi 'hotwife' aur 'cuckold' reels wali search history dekh li thi! Ek izzatdaar aurat ke roop mein uska saara guroor, uski saari maryada ektum nangi ho gayi thi.
"Soham... woh... woh sab aise hi tha. M-mujhe nahi pata woh suggestions kaise aa rahe the. Main... maine kuch nahi dekha..." Geeti haklate hue, rone wali aawaaz mein khud ka bachav (defend) karne lagi. Sharam ke maare uski aankhein jhuk gayin aur aansu uski palkon par aa gaye.
Par Soham ne gussa karne ya use zaleel karne ki jagah, Geeti ko aage badh kar apne seene se laga liya. Uska yeh reaction Geeti ke liye kisi bhayanak shock se kam nahi tha.
"Shh... rone ki zaroorat nahi hai, Geeti. Isme rone jaisa kya hai?" Soham ne bohut pyaar se uske baalon ko sehlaaya. "Maine kaha na, main tumhara pati hoon. Agar tumhare andar koi nayi fantasy jaag rahi hai, toh isme galat kya hai? Main jaanta hoon ki ek aurat ko bhi attraction aur attention ki zaroorat hoti hai. Agar tum chupke-chupke un stories ko padh kar, ya un videos ko dekh kar apne aap ko thoda pleasure (khushi) de rahi ho... toh mujhe isse koi problem nahi hai."


Geeti ne haanfte hue apna sir Soham ke seene se uthaya. Uski laal, nam aankhein Soham ko hairani se ghoor rahi thin. "Tumhe... tumhe s-sach mein gussa nahi aa raha? Main tumhari biwi hoon aur main kisi aur mard ko mere kareeb soch kar... tumhare saamne..." Geeti se aage bola nahi gaya. Uska guilt use andar se kaat raha tha.
"Gussa? Geeti, main toh khush hoon!" Soham ne ek slight, nasheeli muskurahat ke saath kaha. Uska cuckold kink ab poori tarah haavi tha. "Mujhe lagta hai isne tumhare aur mere rishte mein ek nayi spark la di hai. Tumhara jism pehle se zyada 'alive' (zinda) ho gaya hai. Tumhare us din office jane ke baad, jab main tumhare kapde dekhta hoon ya tumhari us badli hui 'chaal' ko mehsoos karta hoon... it turns me on, Geeti. I love it when my wife gets desired by other men."
Yeh sunte hi Geeti ke dimaag mein ek dhamaka sa hua. Theek wahi shabd jo usne us anjaan 'DarkKnight99' account se padhe the, aaj uske apne pati ke muh se nikal rahe the.
"Tum... tum chahte ho ki main aisi banu?" Geeti ne fufusate hue pucha, uski saansein ab darr se zyada ek naye, azaad aur forbidden thrill se phoolne lagi thin.
"Main chahta hoon ki tum woh sab karo jisse tumhe khushi milti hai, jisse tumhara ye jism tapta hai," Soham ne apna haath Geeti ki kamar par rakha aur use thoda aur kareeb kheencha. "Akele bathroom mein chup-chup kar rone aur guilt feel karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Tumhari ye jo 'hotwife' wali fantasy hai... isko hum ek team ki tarah enjoy karenge."
Geeti ke dimaag se maryada, sanskaar aur pativrata hone ka saara bojh ek hi pal mein utar gaya. Use laga jaise kisi pakshi ko pinjare se azaad kar diya gaya ho. Soham uski gandi se gandi chahat ko 'accept' kar raha tha! Use is azaadi ki keemat nahi pata thi, par is waqt uske jism ki bhookh jeet chuki thi.
Geeti ki aankhon mein se aansu behna band ho gaye, aur unki jagah wahi naughtiness, wahi hawas bhari chamak aa gayi. Usne apne dono haath Soham ki gardan mein daal diye aur ek jawan, seductress (lubhane wali) aurat ki tarah uske honton ke kareeb aakar boli, "Toh... tum sach mein chahte ho ki main dusre mardon ka attention lun? Tum gussa nahi hoge agar koi mujhe..."
"Main kabhi gussa nahi hounga," Soham ne uske honton par ek garm kiss kiya. "In fact, main chahta hoon ki tum is thrill ko thoda aur badhao. Ek 'surprise' plan karein?"
"Surprise? Kaisa surprise?" Geeti ka dil phir se zor se dhadakne laga.
Soham ne apni aakhon mein ek shaitani chamak laate hue kaha, "Tum khud ko aaine (mirror) ke aage dekh kar excite hoti ho na? Tumne Insta par woh jo subtle cleavage wali photo daali thi... haan, maine woh bhi dekhi thi. Ek kaam karte hain, hum ek secret photoshoot karte hain. Tumhare bank ke un dull (boring) kapdo ki jagah, main tumhe kuch aisi outfits dilwaunga jo tumhare is bharpoor jism ko waqai justify karein. Aise kapde jise dekh kar kisi bhi mard ka khoon khaul uthe. Hum photos click karenge... aur shayad, unhe kisi anonymous account par share bhi karein. Bas thode 'fun' (maze) aur attention ke liye."
Geeti ki aakhon mein hairani aur darr chamka. "Online share karna? Par Soham, agar kisi pehchan wale ne dekh liya toh? Bank mein meri kya izzat reh jayegi?"
Soham ne halke se has kar uski gardan par kiss kiya, jahan se Geeti ka paseena mehak raha tha. "Pehchan wale ko pata hi nahi chalega. Hum chehra nahi dikhayenge. Sirf tumhara jism, tumhare curves. Socho Geeti, jab hazaaron anjaan mard tumhare nange cleavage aur taangon ko dekh kar gande comments karenge, aur main aur tum un comments ko ek saath bed par padh rahe honge... tumhari panty us waqt kitni geeli hogi? Aur mera haath us waqt kahan hoga?"
Geeti ke ronge khade ho gaye. Soham ki in dirty lines ne uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek aisi aag laga di jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi ki thi. Apne hi pati ke samne ek gandi 'slut' banne ka, kisi aur mard ki hawas ka shikaar banne ka yeh raw aur unfiltered suggestion uske liye kisi magic spell (jaadu) jaisa tha.
Guilt aur darr abhi bhi uske dimaag ke kisi kone mein the, par Soham ke 'approval' (razamandi) ne us darr ko ek wild nashe mein badal diya tha. Geeti ne apni kurti ka dupatta poori tarah utaar kar table par phek diya aur Soham ke upper thigh (jaangh) par haath rakhte hue, haanfti aawaaz mein fusfusayi...
"Usne apni izzatdaar biwi ko poori tarah se ek 'hotwife' ki runway par khada kar diya tha. Ab khel sach mein shuru hone wala tha.


Soham ka plan ab ek aisi tezi pakad chuka tha jisse rokna Geeti ke bas ki baat nahi rahi thi. Us 'surprise' photoshoot wale din ke theek do din baad, ghar par ek bada sa parcel deliver hua. Geeti bank se laut chuki thi aur Soham pehle se hi living room mein baitha us parcel ka intezaar kar raha tha.
"Soham, yeh itna bada box kiska hai?" Geeti ne apna purse rakhte hue, thodi thakaan aur hairani se poocha.


Soham ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath parcel ki taraf ishara kiya. "Khol kar dekho, Geeti. Tumhara 'surprise' aa gaya hai."
Geeti ke dil ki dhadkan achanak tez ho gayi. Usne darr aur excitement ke mele-jule ehsaas ke saath box ka tape hataya. Box khulte hi uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. Andar kapdo ka ek aisa collection tha jo Geeti ne apni puri zindagi mein kisi dukan par gaur se dekha tak nahi tha.
Soham bohut shatir tha. Usne seedhe taur par koi pornstar type ke kapde nahi mangwaye the, warna Geeti darr kar peechhe hat jati. Usne kapdo ko 'bold' par 'decent' ka ek ajeeb sa tarka (blend) diya tha, taaki Geeti ka transition dhire-dhire ho. Box mein do western dresses thin—ek deep maroon velvet gown jiska slit (cut) seedha thigh ke bilkul upper hisse tak jaata tha, aur doosri ek jet-black, backless cocktail dress jo aage se V-neck mein behad deep thi. Uske alawa, do sarees thin—ek bilkul transparent (shimmer) silver net ki saree jiske saath ek spaghetti strap wala blouse tha, aur doosri ek blood-red satin saree jiska kapda itna patla tha ki badan ke har curve ko paani ki tarah lapet le.
Geeti ne kaanpte haathon se us black backless dress ko uthaya. Dress ka kapda uski ungliyon se fisal raha tha. Uski saansein atak gayin.
"Yeh kya hai, Soham?" Geeti ki aawaaz mein ek sachi ghabrahat thi. Usne dress ko aise pakda tha jaise koi gunehgaar apna jurm pakadta hai. "Yeh... yeh toh bohut hi zyada khula hai. Iski back toh poori hi nangi (bare) hai, aur aage se bhi... Soham, main yeh nahi pehan sakti! Tum pagal ho gaye ho kya? Yeh kisi izzatdaar aurat ke kapde nahi hain!"
Soham halke se hansa, apni chair se utha aur Geeti ke kareeb aakar khada ho gaya. Usne Geeti ke haath se woh dress pakad kar uske jism ke aage laga di. "Geeti, humne kya baat ki thi? Tum bhool rahi ho ki yeh kisi bank ki meeting ke liye nahi hai. Yeh humare us secret, exciting khel ke liye hai. Izzatdaar aurat din mein bano, par mere aage... ya us camera ke aage, tumhe apni us 'wild' fantasy ko jeena hai. Tum khud nahi dekhna chahti ki in kapdo mein tumhari woh 'hotwife' wali aag kaisi lagti hai?"


Geeti ne naak sikodi. "Par Soham, yeh bohut sasta (cheap) lag raha hai. Mujhe sharam aayegi."
"Sharam hi toh sabse bada nasha hai, meri jaan," Soham ne uske kaan ke paas whisper kiya, uski aawaaz mein ek mardana dominance tha. "Ek baar pehan kar toh dekho. Agar tumhe aaine mein dekh kar khud par taras aaye, toh utaar dena. Par agar tumhe apna naya roop dekh kar aag lag jaye... toh hum photoshoot shuru karenge. Main ek professional DSLR camera bhi laya hoon rent par. Aaj ki raat sirf tumhari numaish (exhibition) ki raat hai."
Soham ke un alfaazon mein, us 'numaish' shabd mein ek aisi gandi kashish thi jisne Geeti ke pairo tale zameen hila di. Uska dimaag keh raha tha ki woh kapde phek de, par uske pet ke nichle hisse mein hone wali aithan (cramps) use rok rahi thi. Woh guilty feel kar rahi thi, par uske andar ki us be-sharam aurat ko yeh dekhne ki itni bhayanak bhookh thi ki woh aakhir in kapdo mein kaisi 'slutty' dikhegi, ki usne chupchaap gardan hila di aur kapde lekar bedroom mein chali gayi.
Raat ke 10 baj chuke the. Ghar ki saari battiyan (lights) dim kar di gayi thin. Bedroom mein sirf ek ring-light aur camera ka setup tha. Soham bed ke kinare baitha camera ki settings check kar raha tha. Uski saansein pehle se hi bhaari thin.
Tabhi, bathroom ka darwaza halke se, ek 'click' ke saath khula.
Geeti bahar aayi. Usne sabse pehle woh deep maroon velvet gown pehna tha. Uske baal khule hue, halke se curl kiye hue the. Chehre par uski wahi 'Bold Plum' lipstick chamak rahi thi. Par sabse zyada shocking uska jism tha. Gown ki fitting itni tight thi ki uske hips aur waist ka curve kisi moorti ki tarah ubhar kar aa raha tha. Aur us gown ka slit... jaise hi Geeti ne ek qadam aage badhaya, uski poori gori, chikni left thigh (jaangh) gown ke cut se bahar jhaankne lagi. Uska V-neck uske seene ke adhe hisse ko nanga kar raha tha, aur velvet kapde ka dabav uske ubhaaron ko aur bhi zyada tempting bana raha tha.
Soham ke haath se camera phisal kar bed par girte-girte bacha. Uska mardana hissa ek second ke andar patthar jaisa sakht (rock-hard) ho gaya. Usne apni biwi ko kabhi, pichle kai saalon mein, itne behad saste par high-class 'whore' wale look mein nahi dekha tha.
Geeti aage badhte hue bohut uncomfortable mehsoos kar rahi thi. Woh baar-baar apne haathon se apne seene ke deep cut ko chhipane ki koshish kar rahi thi aur usne gown ke slit ko bhi ek haath se pakda hua tha. Uski aankhein jhuki hui thin, aur chehre par sharam aur darr se ek gehra blush tha.
"S-Soham... yeh theek nahi lag रहा. Mera bohut zyada jism dikh raha hai," Geeti ne kaanpte hue kaha.
Soham ne ek gehri saans nigli aur camera utha liya. "Geeti... tum bilkul kisi queen ki tarah lag rahi ho... ek aisi queen jise dekh kar koi bhi mard apne hosh kho de. Haath hatao wahan se. Chhupane ki zaroorat nahi hai."
Geeti hichkichayi, par Soham ke zor dene par usne dheere se apne haath hata liye.
Soham ne pehli baar shutter ka button dabaya. Click! Flash ki roshni ne Geeti ke jism ko ek second ke liye aur bhi zyada nanga kar diya.


"Dekho idhar, Geeti. Thoda natural pose do. Jaise bank mein tum khadi hoti ho, par thoda confidence ke saath," Soham ne shuruvaat mein use comfort karne ke liye simple, decent poses mange.
Geeti ne ek normal smile ke saath camera ki taraf dekha. Soham ne do-teen pictures aur click kin aur phir camera ki screen Geeti ko dikhayi.
Jab Geeti ne screen par khud ko dekha, toh woh hairan reh gayi. Woh velvet gown mein sach mein be-inteha khoobsurat aur sexy lag rahi thi. Uski skin us maroon kapde par aag ki tarah chamak rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein darr zaroor tha, par camera ke aage uski cleavage ka woh hissa uski pativrata image ko poori tarah tod raha tha. Geeti ko apna yeh naya roop, yeh attention, achanak bohut accha lagne laga. Sharam ki jagah ab ek halke se guroor ne le li thi.
"Tum sach mein... bohut sundar photos click karte ho, Soham," Geeti ne halke se muskurate hue kaha, uska confidence ab dheere-dheere wapas aa raha tha.
"Yeh meri photography nahi hai Geeti, yeh tumhara jism hai jo in photos ko aag laga raha hai," Soham ne shaitani andaaz mein uski taareef ki. "Chalo, ab thoda aur bold hote hain. Hum toh isse 'hotwife' level par le jana chahte hain na?"
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadka. Uski panty jo aage aane wali sharam ke darr se thodi geeli hone lagi thi, ab Soham ke is 'hotwife' shabd ne us geelapan ko aur badha diya.
Soham ne camera set kiya aur uske paas aakar uski thigh wale slit ko poori tarah khol diya, jisse uski panty line tak ka gora jism saaf dikhne laga. "Ab... apna ek pav thoda aage karo. Aur apne hath ko apne honton ke paas rakho, jaise tum kisi mard ko invite kar rahi ho."
Geeti ne kaanpte haathon se waise hi pose kiya. Uski thigh poori nangi thi. 



Click! Click! Dheere-dheere Soham use ek ke baad ek gande aur bold poses sikhane laga. Geeti pehle sharmati, par phir Soham ke badhte hue josh aur flash ki aadat padne par woh poori tarah khulne lagi. Soham ne use bed par letne ko kaha, apne hips ko upar uthane ko kaha jisse uski cleavage camera lens ke theek samne aa jaye. Geeti ki saansein ab bhari ho chuki thin. Woh anjaane mein apne honton ko kaat rahi thi aur uske muh se halki-halki siskariyan (moans) nikalne lagi thin. Ek izzatdaar aurat poori tarah se ek exhibitionist (numaish karne wali) mein tabdeel ho chuki thi.
Uske baad kapde badalne ka silsila shuru hua. Geeti ne black backless dress pehni, jisme uski poori nangi peeth camera ke samne thi. Soham ne uski nangi peeth ke kareeb aakar halke se touch kiya toh Geeti ki saans atak gayi. "Socho tum is dress mein kisi club mein ho, aur hazaron mard tumhari is nangi peeth par apne lund ki kalpana kar rahe hain," Soham ne uski peeth sehlaya. Geeti ne pagalpan mein haanfte hue ek behad bold pose diya, usne apna blouse aur zyada aage khiska diya jisse uska adha boob lagbhag bahar aa gaya. Click!


Aakhir mein aayi red satin saree. Saree ka kapda itna patla tha ki Geeti ki kamar aur uski naabhi (navel) saaf dikh rahi thi. Soham ne uske pallu ko uske kandhe se bilkul gira diya. Geeti bed par baithi thi, uski tangen saree ke beech se adhi nangi dikh rahi thin. Uski aakhon mein ab darr ka koi namo-nishan nahi tha. Uski aankhein poori tarah hawas aur ek slutty nashe se bhari hui thin. Woh baar-baar apne baalon ko jhatak rahi thi, apne jism ko bend kar rahi thi.
Soham ne camera ka lens uske cleavage par focus kiya. "Geeti... apne haath se apni chhati ko halka sa press karo. Use aur prominent banao."
Geeti ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke apne naram hathon se apni right breast ko neeche se sahara diya aur use thoda upar utha diya, jisse uski cleavage ekdum bhari aur deep ho gayi. Usne camera mein seedha dekha, apne honton ko pout kiya aur ek aisi gandi, seducing nazar di jo kisi sadak-chhaap 'hotwife' ki hi ho sakti thi.
Click! Click! Click!


Soham ka mardana josh aur uski 'cuckold' hawas ab apne extreme par thi. Woh khushi se pagal ho raha tha ki usne apni pativrata biwi ko ek pornstar bana diya hai. Uska pant mein sakht hissa lagatar dard de raha tha.
Camera ko side mein rakh kar Soham haanfte hue Geeti ke paas bed par aaya. Geeti ki hawas bhi aasmaan chhoo rahi thi. Uska poora jism aag ki tarah tap raha tha, uski panty poori tarah bahaav se san chuki thi. Woh chahti thi ki Soham ab use buri tarah, jaanwaron ki tarah us bed par rond de. Usne apne dono haath phailaye aur Soham ka intezaar kiya.
Par Soham, jo apni hi ek alag duniya (Amrita aur 'Hotwife sharing' ki fantasy) mein dooba hua tha, usne ek aisi baat keh di jisne is poore mahaul ki hawas ko ek naya aur bhayanak roop de diya...
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[Ayush01111]

I love the way joker bhai but i reqiest jaise ap apni jar story me w9mens ko explore karte ho kabhi kisi story me male leads ko aise explore karo or ye chuck wali feeling aurto me dalo unhe maza aey apne partner ko kisi or ke sath dekh kar i am dam sure ap likh sakte ho ek admi apni wife ke pyar ke karan kitni aurto ke bacho ka baap ban jay please think about it

[Joker44]

Camera ki flash ki aakhiri roshni ke bujhte hi, bedroom mein ek aisi bhayanak aur garm khamoshi chha gayi jise sirf dono ki tez saansein tod rahi thin. Geeti bed par us blood-red satin saree mein adhi leti hui thi. Uska pallu uske kandhe se poori tarah utar kar bedsheet par bikhra hua tha, aur uski chhaati (cleavage) ka ek bohut bada, gora hissa hawa mein nanga tha. Uski aankhon mein ab sharam ki jagah ek aisi 'slutty' aur bhookhi chamak thi, jo pichle kai hafton ki ghutan aur fantasies se paida hui thi.

Geeti ne apni gori, chikni taangein jo saree ke beech se jhaank rahi thin, unhe halke se aur khol diya. Uski panty is waqt apne hi garm ras (fluids) se itni zyada san chuki thi ki uske pairo ke beech ek ajeeb sa bhari-pan aur kichaav ho raha tha. Usne apne dono naram haath aage badhaye aur haanfti hui, nasheeli aawaaz mein fusfusayi, "Soham... ab aur intezaar mat karao... aao na. Mujhe chhoo lo... I need you to fuck me right now."


Soham wahi bed ke kinare khada tha. Uska mardana hissa (manhood) uski pant ke andar patthar ki tarah sakht (rock-hard) ho chuka tha. Uska poora jism aag ki tarah jal raha tha aur uska dil cheekh raha tha ki woh abhi Geeti ke upar toot pade, uske in adhe-nange kapdo ko be-rehmi se faad de aur uski sadiyon purani pyaas bujha de.
Par Soham ek aam mard nahi tha, woh ek 'cuckold' shikaari ban chuka tha. Usne apne jism ki hawas par apne dimaag ki shaitani hawas ko haavi kar liya. 'Agar maine abhi iski pyaas bujha di, toh ye khel yahin khatam ho jayega. Ise abhi us aakhiri boundary ke paar dhakelna zaroori hai,' usne socha.
Soham ne ek gehri saans nigli aur Geeti ke badhe hue haathon ko ignore karte hue apna phone utha liya.
"Nahi Geeti... abhi nahi," Soham ne ek thandi par shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha. "Asli khel toh abhi shuru hua hai. Tumhari is aag ko bujhane ka haq sirf mera nahi hai... aaj tumhari numaish poori duniya dekhegi."
Geeti ke haath hawa mein hi ruk gaye. Uski nasheeli aankhon mein ek pal ke liye confusion aaya. "Soham? T-tum kya kar rahe ho?"
Soham bed par uske theek bagal mein aakar baith gaya, par usne Geeti ko chhua nahi. Usne jaldi se Instagram aur Reddit khola. "Main tumhara naya janam (rebirth) kar raha hoon, Geeti."
Kaanpti hui par tezi se chalti ungliyon se Soham ne Instagram par ek naya fake account banaya. Usne account ka naam bohut soch-samajh kar, ek behad unique aur teasing rakha— @DesiHotwife_G aur uski bio mein likha: "A highly respected professional by day, a husband-shared slutty goddess by night. DMs open for real men."
"Soham! Yeh kaisa naam hai? Yeh tum kya likh rahe ho?" Geeti ne screen ki taraf jhaankte hue ghabra kar pucha. Uska dil dhol ki tarah bajne laga tha.
"Wahi jo tum sach mein ho," Soham ne hanste hue jawab diya.
Usne camera se woh photos apne phone mein transfer ki. Usne badi hoshiyaari se Geeti ka chehra (face) har photo mein crop kar diya, kyunki woh janta tha ki Geeti abhi pehchan khulne ke darr se poori tarah comfortable nahi hai. Par chehra katne ke baad jo bacha tha, woh kisi bhi mard ka dimaag kharab karne ke liye kaafi tha—Maroon velvet gown mein uski poori nangi gori jaangh, Black backless dress mein uski nangi peeth aur side-boob ka cut, aur aakhir mein Red Satin saree mein uski bhari hui cleavage aur uski nangi naabhi (navel).
Bina ek second zaya kiye, Soham ne woh teeno photos Instagram par aur Reddit ke r/DesiHotwives page par upload kar di. Caption diya: "My gorgeous wife trying on her new outfits. She loves the attention. What would you do to her?"
Geeti bed par sikud gayi. Uska jism sharam aur ek bhayanak, forbidden darr se kaanpne laga. Ek izzatdaar bank manager ki nangi cleavage aur jaanghein ab internet ke khule bazaar mein thin!
"Tumne post kar diya?! Soham, pagal ho gaye ho? Delete karo use abhi!" Geeti ne aage badh kar phone chheen-ne ki koshish ki, par Soham ne phone door kar liya aur uski kalayi (wrist) pakad li.
"Bas paanch minute, Geeti. Sirf paanch minute intezaar karo," Soham ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha.
Aur paanch minute bhi nahi lage.
Ting.
Ting.
Ting. Ting. Ting!
Soham ka phone achanak pagalon ki tarah vibrate hone laga. Screen par notifications ki baadh (flood) aa gayi. Instagram par likes aur Reddit par upvotes ka jaise toofaan aa gaya tha. Geeti ki saans wahi atak gayi. Uski nigaahein phone ki jal-bujh rahi screen par atki thin.




Soham ne phone Geeti ke chehre ke bilkul kareeb kiya. "Dekho Geeti... dekho duniya tumhare is jism ke liye kitni bhookhi hai."
Geeti ki aankhein screen par padhte hi poori tarah phat gayin. Comments aur DMs aana shuru ho gaye the, aur unme likhe gaye alfaaz itne gande, itne nange aur raw the ki Geeti ka chehra sharam aur aag se bilkul tamatar ki tarah laal (tomato red) ho gaya. Uski gardan se lekar uske cleavage tak blush ki ek garm lehar daud gayi.
Soham ne ek-ek karke comments zor se padhna shuru kiya, jaan-boojhkar har gande shabd par zor dete hue.
"Uff... look at those heavy curves. I just want to bury my face in that cleavage and never come out." Soham ne padha aur Geeti ki taraf dekha. "Suna tumne? Ek anjaan mard tumhari in chhatiyon ke beech apna chehra ragadna chahta hai."
Geeti ne sharam se apne dono haathon se apna muh chhupa liya, par uski jaanghein bedsheet par aapas mein buri tarah ragad kha rahi thin. Uski chut ab pani chhodne ki saari hadein paar kar chuki thi.
Soham ne agla comment padha, "Lucky bastard of a husband. I would rip that red saree off and breed her like a wild animal. That waist needs to be gripped tight." "Oh god... Soham... please, chup ho jao. Yeh bohut... bohut ganda hai," Geeti ne haanfte hue kaha, par uski aawaaz mein koi gussa nahi tha, balki ek aisi siskari thi jo aur sun-ne ke liye taras rahi thi.
"Ganda? Par tumhari body toh kuch aur hi keh rahi hai," Soham ne Geeti ke haath uske chehre se hataye. "Dekho DMs mein kya aa raha hai."
Ek aadmi ne DM kiya tha: "Bhai, teri biwi sach mein ek rndi banne ke laayak hai. Us black dress mein uski nangi peeth dekh kar mera lund phatne wala ho raha hai. Is she ready to take two men at once?"*
Yeh 'r*ndi' shabd aur 'two men at once' sunte hi Geeti ke dimaag ke saare fuse ud gaye. Theek yahi baatein usne us din office ke terrace par un teen mardon se suni thin. Aaj wahi fantasy internet par sach ho rahi thi. Hazaaron anjaan mard uski nangi chamdi (skin) ko dekh kar masterbate kar rahe the, uske husband se uski 'booking' maang rahe the.
Geeti ka poora jism ainthne laga. Woh bed par let gayi aur usne be-sharam hokar apne dono pair Soham ke aage poori tarah khol diye. Uski satin saree kamar tak sarak chuki thi.
"Soham... aaah... tum pagal ho... tumne mujhe public property bana diya," Geeti buri tarah moaning (siskiyan) karte hue boli. Uski aankhein nashe se laal thin.
Soham ne jhuk kar uski nangi naabhi (navel) ke paas apna haath rakha aur uski geeli panty ko upar se halke se sehlaya. "Kyun? Bura lag रहा hai meri izzatdaar bank manager ko? Ya maza aa raha hai meri hotwife ko? Sach-sach batao Geeti, jab woh mard tumhe breed karne ki, tumhari is tight kamar ko nochne ki baatein kar rahe hain... toh kaisa lag raha hai?"

Geeti ab poori tarah se us exhibitionist (numaish) nashe mein doob chuki thi. Usne sharam ka aakhiri parda bhi phenk diya. Usne Soham ke haath ko pakad kar poori taqat se apni geeli chut par daba liya aur aakhon mein aakhon daal kar, ek bhookhi, be-sharam randi ki tarah fusfusayi...
"Bohut... bohut maza aa raha hai, Soham. Mera poora jism jal रहा hai. Soch kar hi ki itne saare mardon ke lund is waqt mere jism ke liye sakht ho rahe hain... ohh fuck... mere andar aag lag rahi hai! Main un sabke samne nangi ho chuki hoon!"
Soham ki khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Uski shareef aurat ab sach mein ek 'slutty hotwife' ki tarah behave kar rahi thi. Soham ne Geeti ke kaan ke paas apne honth laye aur use tease karte hue bola, "Toh phir soch lo Geeti... aaj internet par sirf tumhari photo share hui hai. Kal ko agar sach mein unme se koi ek mard is kamre mein aa gaya... tumhare is red saree ko faadne... toh tum kya karogi?"




Geeti ne is khayal bhar se aakhon ko kaskar band kiya. Uska badan ek baar phir se jhanjhana utha. Uski saansein itni tez ho gayin ki woh kuch bol nahi payi, sirf uski panty mein bharte hue garm bahaav ne Soham ko uska jawab de diya. Aaj raat, internet ki un gandi comments ne Geeti ka woh 'Bank Manager' wala roop hamesha ke liye dafan kar diya tha, aur Soham ki 'DesiHotwife_G' ka janam ho chuka tha.

Bedroom mein ab hawas aur gande khayalon ki aandhi chal rahi thi. Instagram aur Reddit par notifications ki 'ting-ting' ruki nahi thi, balki har guzarne wale second ke saath anjaan mardon ki hawas aur bhi nangi hoti ja rahi thi. Geeti bed par adhi nangi leti, un comments ko sunkar apne hi jism ki garmi mein jal rahi thi.
Soham achanak bed se utha. Uske chehre par ek aisi muskurahat thi jo Geeti ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi—ek shaitani vijeta ki hansi. Woh drawer ke paas gaya aur ek bada sa, black colour ka velvet pouch nikaal laya.
"Geeti, tumhari is nayi 'Hotwife' image ke liye ek chota sa gift," Soham ne pouch khola aur andar se ek bohut hi bada, mota aur vein-textured Vibrator Dildo nikaala. Uska size Soham ke mardana hisse se kahin zyada bada aur chouda tha.
Geeti ki aankhein darr aur hairani se phat gayin. "S-Soham! Yeh... yeh kya hai? Itna bada? Tum pagal ho gaye ho? Main yeh nahi le sakti... it's too much!" Geeti ne piche hatne ki koshish ki, par uski nigaahein us dildo ki banawat par hi tiki thin. Uska jism pehle hi itna horny tha ki us dildo ko dekhkar hi uski chut mein ek tez kichaav mehsoos hua.


Soham ne koi jawab nahi diya. Usne computer table ke saamne wali chair ko ghumaaya aur uspar baith gaya. "Yahan aao, Geeti. Mere pairo ke beech baitho."
Geeti kisi kathputli (puppet) ki tarah uthi aur Soham ke pairo ke beech, floor par baith gayi, uska chehra laptop ki screen ki taraf tha jahan lagatar gande comments flash ho rahe the. Soham ne Geeti ko piche se apni baahon mein bhar liya aur uske kaan ke niche (earlobe) par halka sa katne laga. Phir usne apni garm jeebh Geeti ke kaan ke andar daal di.
"Ahhhh... fuckkk... Soham... kar lo jo karna hai... I can't take it anymore!" Geeti ne zor se moan kiya. Uski body heat itni zyada thi ki Soham ko uski skin se uthti hui tapish mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Soham ne apne haath Geeti ki red satin saree ke andar daale aur uske nange nipples ko apni ungliyon se buri tarah pinch kiya. Geeti ka badan ainth gaya. Woh laptop screen par un mardon ke comments padh rahi thi jo keh rahe the ki woh uske nipples ko apne danto se nochhna chahte hain, aur yahan Soham waqai wahi kar raha tha.
Tabhi, Soham ne dildo ka vibrator mode 'ON' kar diya. Bzzzzzzzz... Ek bhari jhanjhanahat kamre mein goonji. Soham ne use dheere se Geeti ki satin saree ke upar se hi uski geeli panty par touch kiya.
"OHHH GODDD!" Geeti jhatke se hil gayi. Woh sensation itna intense tha ki use laga uske jism mein current lag gaya ho. Uski siskariyan ab heavy aur wild ho chuki thin. Soham dheere-dheere dildo ko panty ke upar rub karne laga. Geeti ab samajhne ke bahar thi—ek taraf Soham uske kaan mein un anjaan mardon ke gande DMs padh kar suna raha tha, aur doosri taraf woh vibration use pagal kar rahi thi.
"Suno Geeti... ek mard ne likha hai ki woh tumhe bedsheet par baandh kar isse bhi bade lund se tumhe tab tak chodna chahta hai jab tak tum ro na do," Soham ne fusfusaya.
Geeti ne aankhein band kar lin. Woh imagine karne lagi ki wahi jawan intern, wahi bus wala mard, aur wahi Reddit wale hawas bhare log uske charon taraf khade hain aur use 'share' kar rahe hain.
Soham ne ab Geeti ki panty ko pakda, jo bahaav (fluid) se itni geeli aur bhari ho chuki thi ki usse ras tapak raha tha. Usne panty ko nikaal kar side mein phenk diya. Geeti ka auratpan ab poori tarah nanga aur Soham ki nigaahon ke samne tha—woh sooja hua, laal aur puri tarah rasila ho chuka tha.
Soham ne dildo ke top par thoda lubricant lagaya aur use bilkul ahista se Geeti ki geeli daraar ke muh par rakha. "Tayyar ho meri Hotwife?"
Geeti ne sirf ek bhari saans li aur apna sir piche Soham ke kandhe par tika diya. Soham ne ek jhatke mein dildo ka adha hissa Geeti ke andar utaar diya.
"AAAAAAAAHHH... FUCKKKK!" Geeti ki saans atak gayi. Use woh mota, sakht aur vibrate karta hua lund jaisa feel pehli baar mehsoos hua tha. Bohut dino baad, ya shayad zindagi mein pehli baar, use itna 'full' mehsoos ho raha tha. Uska raseela aur tight rasta us mote dildo ko mushkil se jagah de raha tha, par vibrations uski deewaron ko andar se jhanjhana rahi thin.
Soham ne ab dildo ko poori taqat se andar-bahar (in and out) karna shuru kiya. Dildo ka woh mota-pan aur uski vibrations Geeti ko ek alag hi duniya mein le gaye.



 Woh poori tarah be-sharam ho gayi thi. Usne apna ek haath laptop ki screen par rakha aur doosre se apne baal nochne lagi.
"Aur tez... Soham aur tez... Oh god, Rohan... please fuck me harder!" Geeti ne pagalpan mein phirse us intern ka naam liya. Use ab hosh nahi tha ki woh kahan hai. Woh bus wahi 'Hotwife' thi jo hazaron mardon ke samne nangi ho rahi thi.
Soham ne speed badha di. Dildo ki 'chapak-chapak' ki aawaz aur Geeti ki cheekhein milkar bedroom ko ek porn-set mein badal chuki thin. Soham khud ko rok nahi pa raha tha; Geeti ko is tarah kisi aur 'cheez' se chudte hue dekh kar uska apna excitement charam par tha. Usne dildo ko ek aisi speed par chalaya ki Geeti ka badan lagatar jhatke lene laga.

 
"Soham... I'm coming... I'm exploding... OHHH FUCKKKK!" Geeti zor se chillayi.
Agle hi pal, Geeti ka jism puri tarah sakht ho gaya aur uski chut ne ek behad shaktishali SQUIRT (geela fawwara) release kiya. Geeti ka garam ras itni tezi se bahar nikla ki samne rakhi laptop ki screen poori tarah geeli ho gayi.


 Uska climax itna intense tha ki woh control hi nahi kar paayi aur lagatar kai seconds tak uska jism thartharata raha.
Geeti wahi floor par Soham ke pairo ke beech dher (collapsed) ho gayi. Uski saansein itni ukhdi hui thin jaise woh koi marathan bhag kar aayi ho. Sharam ke maare usne apna chehra dono haathon se chhupa liya, par uske jism ki thartharahat abhi bhi baaki thi.
Soham jor-jor se hasne laga. Usne dekha ki Geeti ko dildo karte-karte, use rub karte hue, woh khud bhi poori tarah se cum kar chuka tha. Uska apna nasha bhi release ho gaya tha, par usne Geeti ko nahi chhua—woh bas us 'exhibition' ka maza le raha tha.
Geeti thaki-haari wahi floor par padi rahi. Usne aaine mein dekha—uski saree bikhri hui thi, panty gayab thi, aur laptop screen par uski apni 'hotwife' wali release ke nishaan the. Soham ne aaj raat use poori tarah se ek slutty hotwife mein tabdeel kar diya tha, aur Geeti ko ehsaas ho gaya tha ki ab yahan se piche jane ka koi raasta nahi hai.


Raat ke us bhayanak aur haivaani junoon ke baad jab Itwar (Sunday) ki subah hui, toh ghar mein ek ajeeb si thandak aur khamoshi thi. Geeti sabse pehle uthi. Uska jism abhi bhi thoda bhari tha, jaise raat wali vibrations ki jhanjhanahat uski nas-nas mein abhi bhi kahin dabi hui ho. Usne shower liya, thande paani ne uski skin par kal raat ki laali ko thoda kam kiya, par uske dimaag mein chhal rahi film ko nahi rok paaya.
Kitchen mein breakfast banate waqt, Geeti ke haath apne aap thithak jaate. Kabhi woh andhere mein Soham ke pairo ke beech baithne ko yaad karti, toh kabhi laptop screen par us ajnabi ke gande comment ko. Woh guilty mehsoos kar rahi thi—itni izzatdaar aurat hokar usne itni 'ghatiya' harkat kaise kar li? Par saath hi, uske jism ke kone-kone se ek satisfied sukoon mil raha tha. Aisa orgasm, aisi tripti (satisfaction) use Soham ke saath saalon ki shaadi mein kabhi nahi mili thi.
Tabhi Soham fresh hokar kitchen mein aaya. Usne ek casual t-shirt aur shorts pehna tha. Dono ki aankhein mili, par Geeti ne turant nazrein jhuka li. Ek ajeeb si lhanoshi (shyness) unke beech thi.
"Good morning," Soham ne bohut hi sahaj (natural) hokar kaha.
"M-morning. Nashta taiyar hai," Geeti ne dhimi aawaaz mein jawab diya.
Dono dining table par baithe. Amrita kuch dino ke liye apne friends ke saath bahar gayi hui thi, isliye ghar mein ab sirf wahi dono the. Yeh akelepan unke liye ek azaadi bhi tha aur ek khatarnak mauka bhi. Chai ki chuski lete waqt, Soham ne dheere se vishay (topic) chheda.


"Kal raat ke bare mein kya soch rahi ho, Geeti?"
Geeti ka chehra ektum se tamatar ki tarah laal ho gaya. Usne apne cup ko kaskar pakda. "Main... main nahi jaanti Soham. Sab kuch itna achanak aur itna... alag tha. Mujhe bohut sharam aa rahi hai."
Soham ne uska haath table par pakda. "Sharam kyun? Humne jo kiya, woh humare beech ka ek naya connection hai. How did you feel? Sach batana."
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li, uski aawaaz thodi kap-kapa rahi thi. "Soham... sach kahun toh, woh bohut ajeeb tha. Par... par mujhe itna accha kabhi mehsoos nahi hua. Phir bhi, dimaag mein baar-baar guilt aata hai. Kya tum... kya tum mujhse gussa nahi ho? Tumhe bura nahi laga jab maine... maine kisi aur ka naam liya?"
Soham halke se hansa. "Gussa? Bilkul nahi, meri jaan. Maine hi toh tumhe uksaya tha. In fact, mujhe tumhara woh roop dekh kar aur bhi zyada pyar aa raha hai. I like this new, adventurous Geeti."
Geeti ne thodi hairani se use dekha. "Toh tum chahte ho ki hum yeh sab aur karein? I mean... mujhe dar lagta hai. Main ab dimaag se jitna rokne ki koshish karti hoon, mera jism utna hi aur aroused hota ja raha hai. Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki main aisi 'hotwife' fantasies mein masterbate karungi ya un mardon ke comments padhkar squirt karungi. Main kisi aur mard ke saath physical hone ka soch bhi nahi sakti, par unke baare mein sochna... unka mujhe 'desire' karna... woh mujhe bohut horny bana deta hai."
Soham ne uske haath par thoda dabav banaya. "Vahi toh maza hai, Geeti. Humein kisi ko asal mein involve karne ki zaroorat nahi hai agar tum comfortable nahi ho. We can just keep it digital. Hum apni life, tumhare ye sexy poses social media par post karenge. Un anjaan mardon ki hawas bhari raay (opinion) padhenge. Tum unhe online tease karna, unhe tadpana. Isse tumhe bhi satisfaction milega aur mujhe bhi."
Geeti ne Soham ki aankhon mein dekha. "Tum sach mein is sabse comfortable ho, Soham? Tumhe jalan (jealousy) nahi hoti?"
Soham ne uski taraf jhuk kar uske maathe ko chooma. "Mujhe jalan tab hoti jab tum mujhse chhupa kar kuch karti. Par yahan toh hum saath hain. I enjoy seeing you being wanted by the world. It makes me feel proud that you belong only to me, even if the whole internet is masturbating to your pictures. Kya tum comfortable ho?"
Geeti ne dheere se sar hilaya. Ek ajeeb sa nasha us par haavi ho raha tha. "Haan... shayad. Agar tum saath ho toh."
Soham ne nashta khatam kiya aur Geeti ko khinch kar sofa par apne bagal mein bitha liya. Usne Geeti ka phone uthaya aur usme wahi Instagram aur Reddit accounts login kiye jo kal raat banaye gaye the.
"Dekho," Soham ne screen dikhayi. "Kal raat ki un teen photos par ab hazaron likes hain. Aur DMs toh bhare pade hain."
Geeti ne darte-darte screen ki taraf dekha. Woh anjaan mard use 'Goddess', 'Hotwife', aur 'Sexy Manager' keh kar pukaar rahe the. Soham ek-ek karke gande aur bold comments padhne laga, aur Geeti ke kaan mein unka matlab samjhane laga.
"Dekho Geeti, yeh aadmi keh raha hai ki agar woh tumhare office mein hota, toh tumhara pallu gira kar tumhe wahi desk par leta deta. Imagine karo... agar tum kal bank jao aur tumhe pata ho ki tumhare aaspas ke mard aise khayal rakh rahe hain, toh tumhe kaisa lagega?"
Geeti ki saansein phir se bhaari hone lagin. Soham uske dimaag ke saath khel raha tha, use agle kadam ke liye taiyar kar raha tha. Soham ne apna haath Geeti ki kamar par rakha aur dheere-dheere use sehlane laga.
"Ab humein sochna hai ki agla 'post' kya hoga. Kuch aisa jo unhe aur pagal kar de. Shayad... office ke washroom se koi teaser?"
Geeti ne Soham ki taraf dekh kar ek naughty smile di. "Tum bohut shaitaan ho gaye ho, Soham."
"Sirf tumhare liye," Soham ne jawab diya. Dono wahi baithe rahe, internet par bikhri apni hawas ki numaish ko dekhte hue, aur agle bade 'kaand' ki planning karte hue. Geeti ka sanskari chola ab utar chuka tha, aur woh apni is nayi, gandi duniya ko poori tarah apnane ke liye taiyar thi.

[qazmlp]

Stunning updates with lot of detailing,almost like you have lived this fantasy for real. Totally worth it. Keep going bro, you are rocking it.

[exbiixossip2]

hi bro... mast hai...

with hot pics

next update bro...

[pujaa69]

It's an amazing? update
Love your writing ✍️ skills
Can't wait to see what happened next