[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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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.

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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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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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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.

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Itwar ki woh garma-garam raat aur Soham ke saath milkar banayi gayi woh 'Hotwife' profile Geeti ke dimaag mein ek nashe ki tarah bas chuki thi. Pir se Somwar (Monday) aaya, par Geeti ke liye yeh koi aam Monday nahi tha. Jab woh subah taiyar ho rahi thi, toh aaine mein khud ko dekhte waqt use apne pati ke nahi, balki un hazaaron anjaan mardon ke gande comments yaad aa rahe the.



Usne aaj ek sleti (grey) rang ki chiffon saree pehni thi, jiska kapda jism se bilkul chipak jata tha. Blouse ka gala usne jaan-boojhkar thoda aur gehra rakha tha. Jab woh bank ke corridor se guzar rahi thi, toh use har mard ki nazar apni skin par chubhti hui mehsoos ho rahi thi. Pehle jo nazrein use 'apmaanit' (insulted) mehsoos karati thin, ab wahi nazrein use ek 'dirty pleasure' de rahi thin. Use pata tha ki uski har ek lachak par kisi na kisi mard ka dimaag kharab ho raha hoga.


Apne cabin mein baith kar woh files dekh rahi thi, par uska dhyan baar-baar apne phone ki taraf ja raha tha, jahan notifications ki baadh aayi hui thi. Use woh 'DesiHotwife_G' wala avatar ab real life mein jeena tha.
Tabhi, cabin ke darwaze par dastak hui.
"Ma'am... pani?"
Yeh Ramu Kaka the. Bank ke purane chaprasi, lagbhag 50 saal ki umar, pet thoda bahar nikla hua, aur chehre par har waqt rehne wali ek ajeeb si susti. Geeti ne hamesha unhe ek buzurg aur kaam karne wale naukar ki tarah dekha tha, kabhi unki taraf dhyan nahi diya tha.
"Rakh dijiye Kaka," Geeti ne bina sar uthaye kaha.
Ramu Kaka ne tray table par rakhi, par woh turant bahar nahi gaye. Geeti ko achanak mehsoos hua ki kamre mein koi use ghoor raha hai. Usne dheere se sar uthaya aur dekha ki Ramu Kaka wahi khade the. Unki aankhein files par nahi thin, balki woh Geeti ke jhuke hue blouse se jhaankti hui cleavage ko bohut hi besharmi se ghoor rahe the. Unki aankhon mein woh 'buzurg' wala lihaaz gayab tha; wahan sirf ek nangi, sasti aur bhookhi hawas thi.


Geeti ko ek jhatka laga. Ek chaprasi? Ek 50 saal ka mota aadmi use is tarah dekhne ki himmat kar raha hai?
"Kaka? Kya hua? Chai toh pee li maine, ab aap jaiye," Geeti ne thode gusse aur irritation mein kaha. Usne apna pallu kaskar seene par lapet liya.
"Ji... ji Ma'am. Woh bas... file dekh raha tha," Ramu Kaka ne haklate hue kaha, par unki nazar abhi bhi Geeti ki kamar par thiri hui thi jo saree se halki si numaya ho rahi thi. Woh dheere-dheere mudde aur bahar jaane lage, par jate-jate unhone ek aakhiri baar Geeti ke hips ko scan kiya.
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Use gussa aana chahiye tha, use unhe naukri se nikalne ki dhamki deni chahiye thi. Par dimaag ke kisi kone mein Soham ki baatein goonj rahi thin—"Imagine karo har mard tumhe desire kar raha hai."

Use ghin aa rahi thi ki Ramu Kaka jaise log bhi use 'maal' samajh rahe hain, par saath hi, us zillat (humiliation) mein ek ajeeb sa current tha. 'Ek chaprasi bhi mere jism ko dekh kar pagal ho raha hai... kya main waqai itni sasti aur desirable dikhti hoon?' Usne apne cabin ka darwaza lock kiya aur kursi par piche hokar baith gayi. Usne apne phone par wahi Reddit thread khola. Wahan kisi ne comment kiya tha—"I bet she enjoys being stared at by low-class men while she sits in her high-class cabin."
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uski jaanghon ke beech phir se wahi geelapan shuru ho gaya tha. Ramu Kaka ki woh gandi nazar use taddpa rahi thi. Woh gussa thi, irritated thi, par woh 'Hotwife' banne ka nasha itna gehra tha ki woh is sasti attention ko bhi mana nahi kar paa rahi thi. Usne apna hath dheere se apne seene par rakha, wahi jahan Ramu Kaka ki nazar abhi thodi der pehle gadi hui thi, aur ek dabi hui siski li.

Ramu Kaka ki woh sasti aur gandi nazar ne Geeti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb si halchal macha di thi. Use ghin toh aa rahi thi, par us 'dirty' attention ne uske andar ki us aurat ko jaga diya tha jo ab mardon ki nazron ki bhooki banti ja rahi thi.
Usi dopehar, jab Geeti apne cabin mein akeli baithi kuch files check kar rahi thi, darwaze par phir se dastak hui. Is baar Ramu Kaka nahi, balki Rohan tha—woh jawan, fit aur attractive intern, jiske baare mein Soham ne roleplay ke dauran zikr kiya tha.
"Ma'am, woh loan files ready hain. Kya main andar aa sakta hoon?" Rohan ki aawaaz mein hamesha ki tarah ek izzat thi, par uski aankhon mein Geeti ke liye jo kashish thi, woh ab Geeti ko saaf nazar aane lagi thi.
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uska dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Usne decide kiya ki aaj woh apni 'strict manager' wali image se thoda hat kar dekhegi. Usne apne pallu ko halke se kandhe se thoda neeche sarkaaya—itna ki galati lage, par dhyan khinch le—aur phir sabaq (lesson) yaad karte hue boli, "Aao Rohan. Baitho."
Rohan andar aaya aur Geeti ke saamne wali chair par baith gaya. Geeti ne notice kiya ki Rohan ki nigaahein ek pal ke liye uske halke se khule hue gale (neckline) par gayin aur phir turant sharam ke maare files par hat gayin. Rohan ka chehra halka sa laal ho gaya tha.
Geeti ne thoda aage jhuk kar files li, jaan-boojhkar apne jism ki garmi aur French perfume ki khushboo us tak pahunchayi. "Rohan, tum kaam toh bohut accha karte ho... par kya bank ke bahar bhi tum itne hi serious rehte ho?" usne ek nasheeli, dhimi aawaaz mein poocha.
Rohan hairan reh gaya. Geeti Ma'am ne pehli baar usse koi personal sawal pucha tha. Usne thoda hichkichate hue kaha, "N-Nahi Ma'am... doston ke saath toh kaafi fun karta hoon. Par yahan... yahan aapke samne thoda darr lagta hai."
Geeti ne halke se khil-khilakar hans diya. Uski hansi ki thartharahat uske blouse ke andar uske ubhaaron ko halke se hila gayi. "Darr? Mujhse? Kya main itni buri dikhti hoon?" usne ek flirting tone mein kaha, aur apni ek ungli apne nichle honth par rakhi.
Rohan ki saans atak gayi. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki wahi 'Iron Lady' Geeti aaj usse flirt kar rahi hai. Usne himmat karke Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha. "Buri? Ma'am... sach kahun toh, poore bank mein aapse zyada khoobsurat aur koi nahi hai. Aaj aap is grey saree mein... bilkul kisi heroine ki tarah lag rahi hain."


Geeti ke pairo ke beech ek tez 'tingling' (sirsirahat) mehsoos hui. Yeh pehli baar tha jab usne jaan-boojhkar kisi gair mard se flirt kiya tha. Use darr lag raha tha, guilt ho raha tha ki woh ek 'loyal wife' hokar yeh sab kar rahi hai, par wahi darr uske liye ek high-voltage current ka kaam kar raha tha.
"Heroine? Tum toh bade chhupay-rustam nikle, Rohan," Geeti ne muskurate hue kaha. "Waise, woh coffee date wali baat... tum waqayi HR se itna darte ho?"
Rohan ne ek lambi saans li, uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne dheere se kaha, "Ab toh lagta hai Ma'am... ki aapke liye HR ka darr bhi kam hai. Aap kahein toh main abhi coffee lekar aaun?"
Geeti ko ek ajeeb sa nasha chadhne laga. Rohan ki un baaton ne use itna horny bana diya tha ki use apne hi jism se uthti tapish mehsoos ho rahi thi. Usne Rohan ki taraf ek naughty aur nasheeli nazar daali. "Abhi nahi Rohan... koi dekh lega. Par shayad... kisi din, bank ke baad?"
Rohan ka chehra khushi se khil utha. "Main intezaar karunga, Ma'am."
Jab Rohan cabin se bahar nikla, Geeti wahi kursi par dher ho gayi. Uska poora badan kaanp raha tha. Usne turant table ke neeche apne pairo ko kaskar ek-doosre se chipkaya. Uski jaanghon ke beech ka geelapan ab saree ke paar mehsoos hone laga tha.
'Maine yeh kya kiya? Main Rohan se flirt kar rahi hoon? Soham ko pata chala toh?' guilt ka ek jhatka laga, par turant dimaag mein Soham ki wahi aawaaz goonji—"I want you to be desired."


Geeti ne apna phone nikala aur Soham ko message kiya: "Soham... aaj maine pehli baar office mein kisi se flirt kiya. Rohan pagal ho raha tha... aur mujhe... mujhe bohut 'ganda' maza aa raha hai."
Usne message bhej toh diya, par uska dil abhi bhi tezi se dhadak raha tha. Ek pativrata aurat ne aaj pehli baar apni maryada ki deewar mein ek chhota sa ched (hole) kar diya tha, aur use pata tha ki ab Rohan ki nigaahein use office mein aur bhi zyada tadpaane wali thin.

Dopehar ka waqt tha. Bank ke cabin mein AC chalne ke bawajood Geeti ke jism se ek ajeeb si tapish (heat) nikal rahi thi. Rohan ke saath ki gayi woh halki si flirting aur Ramu Kaka ki woh sasti, gandi nazar—dono ne milkar Geeti ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa fitoor paida kar diya tha. Use guilt toh ho raha tha, par woh 'attention' ka nasha uske khoon mein mil chuka tha.
Usne cabin ka darwaza lock kiya aur Soham ko call lagaya. Uski saansein thodi ukhdi hui thin.
"Soham..." Geeti ne dhimi aawaaz mein kaha.
"Haan Geeti? Itni haanf kyun rahi ho? Sab theek hai bank mein?" Soham ki aawaaz mein ek shaitani utsukta (curiosity) thi.
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li aur sab kuch ugal diya—kaise Rohan usse dekh kar flustered ho gaya, kaise unhone coffee date ki baat ki, aur phir Ramu Kaka... woh 50 saal ke mote chaprasi ki woh hawas bhari nazar.
"Soham, mujhe samajh nahi aa raha main kya kar rahi hoon," Geeti ne ruanasi aawaaz mein kaha. "Ramu Kaka jaise log bhi mujhe us nazar se dekh rahe hain... mujhe ghin aani chahiye, par pata nahi kyun, jab unki aankhein mere blouse par tikti hain, toh mera jism kaapne lagta hai."
Soham phone ke us paar muskura raha tha. Shikaar ab poori tarah se jaal mein tha. "Geeti, isme ghin ki kya baat hai? Yeh toh tumhari power hai. Ek unche rutbe wali aurat jab ek saste mard ko apne jism ki garmi se paagal karti hai, toh woh thrill alag hi hota hai. Chalo, ek game khelte hain."
"Game? Kaisa game?" Geeti thoda darr gayi.
"Ek 'Dare' (chunauti)," Soham ne nasheeli aawaaz mein kaha. "Aaj hum tumhe thoda aur 'open up' karenge. Abhi Ramu Kaka ko cabin mein bulao. Koi bahana karke unhe apne paas bulao... aur phir, unke saamne apna pen neeche gira do. Jab tum use uthane ke liye neeche jhukogi, toh jaan-boojhkar apna pallu thoda sarakne dena... let him have a full view of your cleavage. Use tadpao, Geeti. Dekho uski haalat kya hoti hai."
Geeti ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. "Soham! Nahi... yeh main nahi kar sakti. Woh ek chaprasi hai, bohut bada paap lagega mujhe. Main bank manager hoon!"
"Wahi toh maza hai," Soham ne use uksaya. "Koi tumhein chhoo nahi raha. Tum bas use tease kar rahi ho. Tumne kal raat internet par padha tha na ki kaise auratein anjaan mardon ko apni cleavage dikha kar dominate karti hain? Bas wahi karo. It’s just a game, Geeti. Meri khushi ke liye... karogi?"
Geeti ka dil dhol ki tarah baj raha tha. Uski jaanghon ke beech wahi purani 'tingling' shuru ho gayi thi. "Main... main sochungi," usne kaha aur phone rakh diya.
Paanch minute tak Geeti kursi par baithi haanfti rahi. Uska sanskari mann 'nahi' keh raha tha, par uski 'hotwife' fantasy use uksa rahi thi. Usne aaine mein apna chehra dekha—hont laal the aur aankhein bhookhi thin. Usne bell bajayi.
Ting!
Do minute baad, Ramu Kaka cabin ke andar aaye. Unki nigaahein ab pehle se bhi zyada besharam thin. "Ji Ma'am? Kuch kaam tha?"
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. "Kaka... woh... yeh files zara side mein rakh dijiye."
Ramu Kaka paas aaye. Geeti ne notice kiya ki unki saansein thodi bhaari thin. Jab Kaka files utha rahe the, Geeti ne apna hath jan-boojhkar table se takraya aur uska mehnga pen phisal kar Kaka ke pairo ke paas gir gaya.
"Oh! Mera pen..." Geeti ne dabi hui aawaaz mein kaha.


Ramu Kaka jhukne hi wale the ki Geeti ne unhe roka. "Nahi, main utha leti hoon."
Geeti chair se uthi aur dheere se neeche jhuki. Usne apna pallu kaskar nahi pakda, balki use dheela chhod diya. Jaise hi woh neeche jhuki, uski patli chiffon saree ka pallu uske kandhe se poori tarah sarak gaya. Uska deep-neck blouse ab Ramu Kaka ki aankhon ke bilkul saamne tha.
Uski milky white cleavage, uske gore ubhaar (breasts) jo blouse se bahar aane ko betaab the, sab kuch Ramu Kaka ke liye ek nanga nazaara ban chuka tha. Geeti ne jaan-boojhkar pen uthane mein deri ki. Woh wahi ruki rahi, apni saanson ko mehsoos karte hue.


Usne mehsoos kiya ki kamre mein sannata chha gaya hai. Ramu Kaka ki saansein rukh gayin thin. Geeti ne tirchi nazar se dekha—Ramu Kaka ka muh adha khula tha, unki aankhein lagbhag bahar nikal aayi thin aur woh Geeti ki chhati ke us nazare ko aise pi rahe the jaise koi pyaasa paani peeta hai. Unka jism tharthara raha tha.
Geeti ko ek ajeeb sa 'dirty power' feel hua. Usne pen uthaya, pallu ko bohut hi dheere se wapas kandhe par dala aur khadi ho gayi. Usne dekha ki Ramu Kaka ke chehre par paseena aa gaya tha aur unka haath table ko kaskar pakde hue tha.


"Hogaya Kaka. Ab aap ja sakte hain," Geeti ne ek nasheeli muskurahat ke saath kaha.
Ramu Kaka bina kuch bole, ladkhadate qadmon se bahar nikal gaye. Unki halat aisi thi jaise unhone koi forbidden khazana dekh liya ho.
Geeti wapas kursi par gir padi. Uska poora badan pasine se lathpath tha. Usne turant table ke neeche apne haath se apni geeli jaanghon ko chhua. Uski panty ab tak bahaav se puri tarah bheeg chuki thi.
Usne kisi asal mard ke saath physical relation nahi banaya tha, par us saste chaprasi ko apni cleavage dikha kar use jo thrill mila tha, woh kisi orgasm se kam nahi tha. Use ehsaas hua ki woh 'Hotwife' banne ki raah par apna pehla 'Public Dare' poora kar chuki hai. Use guilt ho raha tha, darr lag raha tha, par woh aag... woh ab be-kaabu ho chuki thi.
Usne Soham ko message kiya: "Soham... maine kar diya. Ramu Kaka pagal ho gaye... aur main... main yahan cabin mein puri tarah se geeli ho chuki hoon."

Bus ki khidki se bahar nikalte hue dhalta suraj Geeti ke chehre par pad raha tha, par uske dimaag mein andhera chhaya hua tha. Aaj jo kuch bhi bank ke us band cabin mein hua, woh kisi bhayanak sapne jaisa lag raha tha. Ramu Kaka—ek aisa mard jise woh kabhi insaan bhi nahi samajhti thi—usne Geeti ke jism ko, uski cleavage ko itni besharmi se pi liya tha.

Geeti ki aankhon se ek aansu nikal kar uski gori gaal par ludhak gaya. "Kya main waqai apni maryada kho chuki hoon? Kya ek pen uthane ke bahane ek chaprasi ko apna nanga jism dikhana hi ab meri aukaat reh gayi hai?" use apne aap se ghin aa rahi thi.



 Use laga jaise uski saalon ki mehnat, uski dignity, uski bank manager wali izzat sab us cabin ke farsh par gir kar toot gayi ho.
Woh bus ki pichli seat par sarak kar baith gayi aur apna rumaal se chehra poncha. Uska dil rone ko kar raha tha, par tabhi uske bag mein rakha phone lagatar vibrate karne laga.
Darrte-darte usne phone nikala. Umeed thi ki shayad Soham ka call hoga, par screen par Instagram ke notifications ka toofaan tha. Usne account khola aur uski aankhein hairani se phati ki phati reh gayin.
Sirf 24 ghanton mein uske 1000 se zyada followers ho chuke the. Kal raat ki un adhi-nangi photos ne internet par aag laga di thi. Woh un comments ko scroll karne lagi.
"The most beautiful hotwife on the internet."
"I can't stop thinking about her heavy curves."
"Please, Ma'am, show us your office look today."
Dheere-dheere, woh bhayanak guilt ek 'guilty thrill' mein badalne laga. Jo Ramu Kaka ki nazar ne use dard diya tha, wahi dard ab hazaron anjaan mardon ki tareefon se ek nasheela marham ban raha tha. Use ehsaas hua ki duniya use ek bank manager ki tarah nahi, balki ek 'Desirable Goddess' ki tarah dekh rahi hai.
Uski saansein phir se bhaari hone lagin. Bus ke hichkole uske jism mein wahi purani sirsirahat paida kar rahe the. Usne dekha ki bus ki pichli seat khali hai aur koi use dekh nahi raha.
Uski ungliyan ab be-kaabu thin. Usne apna camera on kiya. Aaj usne wahi grey chiffon saree pehni thi jo uske badan se chipki hui thi. Usne apna chehra camera se bahar rakha—sirf uski thodi (chin), uske plum lipstick se chamakte raseele honth, aur uske neeche uske blouse ka woh gehra 'V' cut dikh raha tha.
Geeti ne apna ek haath uthaya aur apne baalon ke peeche le gayi, jisse uski saree ka pallu thoda aur sarak gaya aur uski gori, makhmali bagal (armpit) saaf nazar aane lagi. Usne apna pet (belly) thoda andar kheecha taaki uski naabhi (navel) aur kamar ka curve bilkul saaf dikhe. Usne ek aisi nasheeli aur 'slutty' selfie click ki jisme uska jism cheekh-cheekh kar apna naya roop dikha raha tha.
Kaanpte haathon se usne wahi photo Instagram par post kar di.
Caption likha: "Today’s office look... How do I look? ? #Hotwife #OfficeDesires #NaughtyManager"


Post karte hi uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek jordaar 'squirt' mehsoos hua. Woh guilty thi, woh darr rahi thi, par woh apni is 'nayi pehchan' ko ab poori tarah gale laga chuki thi. Woh ab sirf Geeti nahi thi... woh @DesiHotwife_G ban rahi thi, aur use ab anjaan mardon ki hawas se bhare comments ka intezaar tha.

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Ghar ki deewaron ke beech ki khamoshi aaj Geeti ko kaatne ko daud rahi thi. Soham abhi tak office se nahi lauta tha, aur Amrita ke bahar hone ki wajah se poora ghar khali tha. Geeti ne apni grey chiffon saree utaar kar ek bohut hi patli, peach rang ki satin nighty pehan li thi, par uske jism ki tapish (heat) kam hone ka naam nahi le rahi thi.
Usne bed par let kar apna phone uthaya. Instagram par uski us 'Office Look' wali selfie ne jaise aag laga di thi.



 1000 followers ka ankda kab ka paar ho chuka tha aur har minute naye 'dirty' comments aur DMs ki baadh aa rahi thi.
"Ma'am, aapki bagal (armpit) dekh kar hi mera bura haal ho gaya..."
"I bet that manager's cabin sees some wild action. Wish I was that lucky intern..."
Geeti ki saansein ukhadne lagin. Woh un shabdon ko padh rahi thi, par uske dimaag mein aaj din bhar ke manzar (scenes) kisi film ki tarah chal rahe the. Use Rohan ka woh jawan aur flustered chehra yaad aaya, uski woh taareef... par sabse zyada jo cheez use taddpa rahi thi, woh tha Ramu Kaka.
Usne aankhein band ki aur yaad kiya woh pal jab woh pen uthane ke liye neeche jhuki thi. Use Ramu Kaka ki woh phati hui aankhein aur unka paseene se bhara chehra yaad aaya. Aur sabse zyada... use yaad aaya woh 'ubhaar' (boner) jo usne Kaka ki sasti pant mein notice kiya tha jab woh bahar ja rahe the.
'Ek 50 saal ka mazdoor mard... meri cleavage dekh kar itna pagal ho gaya,' Geeti ne socha. Uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek ajeeb si marod (cramp) uthi. Use ghin aani chahiye thi, par us 'dirty' attraction ne use buri tarah aroused kar diya tha. Woh imagine karne lagi ki woh 'boner' kaisa mehsoos hota hoga... woh paseene wali raw mardana takat agar use bed par dabati toh kaisa lagta?

Uski panty ab tak bahaav se itni geeli ho chuki thi ki satin nighty uske thighs ke beech chipak rahi thi. Usne aur intezaar nahi kiya. Usne side table ka drawer khola aur wahi bada, kala vibrator dildo nikaal liya jo Soham ne use gift kiya tha.
Geeti ne apni nighty ko dheere-dheere apni kamar tak upar sarkaaya. Uski gori, makhmali jaanghein andhere mein chamak rahi thin. Usne apni panty utaar kar ek taraf phenk di aur bed par apni taangein poori tarah phailakar let gayi.

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Dildo ki vibrations on karte hi Bzzzzzz ki aawaaz ne kamre ki khamoshi ko tod diya. Geeti ne use apni geeli, sooji hui chut (core) par touch kiya.
"Ahhhhh... mmm... Soham..." usne pehle apne pati ka naam liya, par dimaag ne fauran rukh badal liya.
Usne dildo ke top par thoda lubricant lagaya aur use apni daraar ke muh par rakha. Usne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Uske dimaag mein ab Soham nahi tha. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki woh abhi bhi apne bank ke cabin mein hai. Darwaza andar se lock hai... aur Ramu Kaka uske bilkul samne khade hain. Woh imagine karne lagi ki Ramu Kaka apne khurdure, mazeile haathon se uski is mehngi nighty ko upar utha rahe hain. Use unke paseene aur sasti bidi ki boo mehsoos hone lagi.
Geeti ne ek jhatke mein us mote dildo ko apne andar utaar diya.


"OHHHH FUCKKKK!" Geeti ki siskari kamre mein goonji. Us mote dildo ki fill (bharav) ne use poori tarah jhanjhana diya. Use mehsoos hua jaise woh Ramu Kaka ki wahi raw aur sasti hawas hai jo uske jism ko cheer rahi hai.
Usne dildo ko tezi se andar-bahar karna shuru kiya. Har stroke ke saath woh imagine kar rahi thi ki Ramu Kaka uske upar haanf rahe hain, use 'maal' keh kar pukaar rahe hain.
"Haan... Kaka... dekh lo... noch lo mujhe..." Geeti pagalpan mein bad-badane lagi. Uski 'Bank Manager' wali dignity ab poori tarah mitti mein mil chuki thi. Woh sirf ek 'Hotwife' thi jo ek chaprasi ki fantasy mein doobi hui thi.
Dildo ki vibrations aur uske mote aakar (shape) ne Geeti ko us kinaare par pahuncha diya jahan hosh kho jata hai. Uski jaanghein buri tarah kaanp rahi thin aur uska poora jism pasine se lathpath tha. Usne imagine kiya ki Ramu Kaka ne uske honto ko apne gande danto se daba liya hai...


"Ahhh... I'm coming! Kaka... oh god... YES!"
Geeti ka jism ek jordaar jhatke ke saath sakht ho gaya. Uski chut ne ek shaktishali release (squirt) kiya, aur woh bedsheet par machalne lagi. 


Uska orgasm itna shaktishali tha ki uski aankhon ke samne andhera chha gaya. Woh kai minutes tak wahi dildo apne andar liye haanfti rahi.
Jab usne aankhein kholi, toh use ehsaas hua ki usne abhi kya kiya hai. Usne ek saste mard ka khayal karke khud ko satisfy kiya tha. Guilt ka ek jhatka laga, par uske honton par wahi be-sharam muskurahat vapas aa gayi. Woh jaan chuki thi ki ab woh sirf Instagram ki photos tak nahi rukegi... use ab 'asli' mardon ka touch chahiye tha.


Soham jab ghar lauta, toh bedroom ka darwaza adha khula tha. Ghar mein ek ajeeb si mehak thi—thode paseene, Geeti ke perfume, aur us plastic-vibrator ki ek raw smell. Soham ne dabe paon andar kadam rakha aur jo dekha, usne uska khoon jhanjhana diya.


Geeti bed par adhi nangi padi thi. Uski peach satin nighty uske seene tak chadhi hui thi, uski gori thighs puri tarah phaili thin, aur bedsheet par uski 'release' ke geele nishaan saaf chamak rahe the. Uske bagal mein woh kala dildo abhi bhi pada tha, aur Geeti ki aankhein band thin, uska chehra abhi bhi us 'dirty' pleasure ki lali se tamatar ki tarah laal tha.



Soham ne halke se gala saaf kiya. Geeti ne jhatke se aankhein kholi aur hadbada kar uthne ki koshish ki, apni nighty niche khinchte hue.


"S-Soham! Tum kab aaye?" uski aawaaz kaanp rahi thi, saansein abhi bhi ukhdi hui thin.


Soham ne koi gussa nahi dikhaya. Woh dheere se bed ke kinare baith gaya aur Geeti ke bikhre hue baalon ko kaan ke piche kiya. Uski nigaahein us geeli bedsheet par thin. "Abhi aaya... aur lagta hai meri 'Hotwife' ne mere bina hi bohut bada jashn mana liya hai. Kiske khayal mein doobi thi, Geeti?"


Geeti ne pehle nazrein churayi, par uske andar ki hawas ab itni be-khauf ho chuki thi ki usne sach bolne ka faisla kiya. Woh Soham ke kandhe par sar rakh kar baith gayi, uski satin nighty abhi bhi uske jism se chipki hui thi.


"Soham... main pagal ho rahi hoon," Geeti ne fufusate hue kaha. "Maine abhi dildo ka istemal kiya... par dimaag mein tum nahi the. Main imagine kar rahi thi ki Ramu Kaka mere samne khade hain... unki woh gandi, sasti nazar... aur Rohan ki woh jawan hawas. Main soch rahi thi ki agar woh dildo nahi, balki unka asli jism hota... toh kaisa lagta?"


Soham ne ek gehri saans li. Uski apni pant mein halchal tez ho gayi thi. Usne Geeti ki thodi (chin) pakad kar apna chehra uske samne kiya. "Aur... kya laga tumhe? Kaisa lagta?"


Geeti ne Soham ki aankhon mein dekha, uski aankhein hawas aur guilt ke cocktail se bhari thin. "Soham, main tumse ek baat puchna chahti hoon. Sach batana. Agar... agar main sach mein un mardon ke saath... agar main waqayi unhe apne is jism ko chhu lene doon... unhe mere andar aane doon... toh tum kya sochoge? Kya tum mujhse nafrat karoge? Kya tum mujhe ghar se nikaal doge?"


Soham ke honton par ek dhimi, shaitani muskurahat aa gayi. Usne Geeti ki kamar ko kaskar pakad liya. "Geeti, maine tumhe pehle hi din kaha tha... 'Open Relationship' aur 'Hotwife' lifestyle ka matlab hi yahi hai. Main tumhe kisi aur mard ke niche tadapte dekh kar nafrat nahi karunga... balki main us nazaare ko dekh kar apna nasha release karunga. I want to share you, Geeti. Main chahta hoon ki tumhare is pavitra badan par gair mardon ke hathon ke nishaan hon."



Geeti ne ek haanfti hui siskari li. "Par Soham... main darr rahi hoon. Mera sanskari mann darr raha hai, par mera jism... mera jism aisi aag mein jal raha hai ki mujhe lag raha hai main ab phatne wali hoon (I'm about to burst). Woh 1000+ followers, woh Rohan ki flirting, aur Ramu Kaka ki woh gandi nigaah... mujhe lag raha hai ki ab sirf dildo aur photos se kaam nahi chalega. My body is begging for a real man's touch."


Soham ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar whisper kiya, "Toh phir rokh kyun rahi ho? Agar phatne wali ho, toh phat jane do. Agla kadam uthane ka waqt aa gaya hai. Tumhe kya lagta hai, tum taiyar ho? Rohan ya Ramu Kaka... kisse shuruvaat karni hai?"


Geeti ne apni aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Uski jaanghon ke beech se phir se geelapan nikalne laga tha. "Mujhe nahi pata main taiyar hoon ya nahi... par mujhe lag raha hai ki agar ab maine kisi asli mard ko nahi liya, toh main pagal ho jaungi. Soham... main itni 'gandi' kaise ho gayi?"


Soham ne use bed par piche dhakela aur uske upar jhuk gaya. "Tum gandi nahi hui ho, Geeti... tum bas azaad hui ho. Kal bank jao... aur Rohan ya Kaka mein se kisi ko ishaara do. Dekho woh kya karte hain. Main yahan hoon, tumhare har ek 'dirty' kadam ko support karne ke liye."


Geeti ne Soham ko kaskar gale laga liya. Use ehsaas ho gaya tha ki uska pati hi uska sabse bada 'pimp' aur 'supporter' ban chuka hai. Woh 'burst' hone ki kagaar par thi, aur ab bank ki woh chaar-diwari sirf kaam ki jagah nahi, balki uski hawas ka naya maidan banne wali thi.

Ghar ke us bedroom mein ab hawa badal chuki thi. Geeti jo kal tak sirf ek bank manager aur ek sanskari patni thi, ab dheere-dheere Soham ki 'projected' fantasy banti ja rahi thi. Kal raat ke us shaktishali orgasm aur dildo ke istemal ne Geeti ke dimaag ki saari deewarein tod di thin.

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Agli subah jab dono breakfast kar rahe the, Soham ne Geeti ko upar se neeche tak dekha aur bade thande dimaag se kaha, "Geeti, agar humein is khel ko agle level par le jaana hai, toh tumhara yeh purana look badalna hoga. Tum ek 'Hotwife' ho, aur ek Hotwife ko har waqt aag ki tarah chamakna chahiye. Aaj tum bank nahi jaogi... aaj tumhara 'Makeover' hoga."
Geeti ne pehle hichkichahat dikhayi, par Soham ke 'authority' bhare lehze ne use khamosh kar diya. Soham use shehar ke ek behad unche aur posh beauty parlour lekar gaya. Wahan Soham ne khud khade hokar beauticians ko instructions diye.
"Iske baalon ko ek sexy layer cut do... aur skin ko itna glow karao ki dekhne wale ki aankhein chaundhiya jayein," Soham ne kaha.


Geeti wahan kursi par baithi rahi, jabki parlour ki ladkiyan uske jism par kaam karne lagin. Uske jism ki har ek jagah se waxing ki gayi, uski skin ko ek alag hi chamak di gayi. Jab uske pairo par 'pedicure' ho raha tha, toh Geeti ko woh feeling yaad aayi jab woh dildo uske andar tha. Use lag raha tha jaise woh kisi mard ke liye 'taiyar' ki ja rahi ho.
Jab makeover khatam hua aur Geeti aaine ke samne khadi hui, toh woh khud ko pehchan nahi payi. Uske baal ab uske shoulders par silky lehron ki tarah gir rahe the, uska chehra kisi model ki tarah chamak raha tha, aur uski aankhon mein ek aisi 'shaitani' chamak thi jo pehle kabhi nahi thi.


Ghar laut-te waqt Soham use ek mehange mall lekar gaya. Usne Geeti ki purani, moti aur 'safe' sarees ko ignore kiya. Usne uske liye aisi sarees chuni jo lagbhag transparent thin—chiffon, georgette aur net. Usne aisi dresses li jinme peeth poori nangi thi aur gale itne deep the ki cleavage chhupana namumkin ho jaye.

"Ab se tum woh purane dhang ke kapde nahi pehnogi, Geeti," Soham ne ghar pahunch kar bed par naye kapde phenkte hue kaha. "Duniya ko dikhna chahiye ki unka 'shikar' kitna raseela hai."
Lekin asli 'surprise' abhi baaki tha. Soham ne ek chhota sa velvet box nikala. Usme do chandi ki payal (anklets) thin aur ek behad barik, sone ki chamakti hui kamarband (waist chain) thi.
"Yeh kya hai Soham?" Geeti ne box ko dekha, uske pet mein gudgudi hone lagi.
"Yeh ek hotwife ki nishani hai," Soham ne muskurate hue kaha. Usne Geeti ko bed par bithaya aur khud uske pairo ke paas baith gaya. Usne bohut hi pyaar aur dhyan se Geeti ke gore, chikne pairo mein woh payal pehnayi. Har 'chhunn-chhunn' ki aawaaz Geeti ke dimaag mein ek naya 'dirty' khayal paida kar rahi thi.
Phir Soham ne Geeti ki nighty ko uski naabhi (navel) tak upar sarkaaya. Uski gori, makhmali kamar Soham ke samne nangi thi. Soham ne woh barik waist chain uthayi aur use Geeti ki patli kamar ke charon taraf lapet kar lock kar diya. Woh sone ki chain Geeti ki gori skin par kisi bijli ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
"Yeh kamarband jab tumhare jism par hilega, toh dekhne wale mard ka dimaag phat jayega, Geeti," Soham ne uski naabhi ke paas ek garm kiss kiya.


Geeti aaine ke samne khadi hui. Usne ek transparent chiffon saree pehni thi bina kisi petticoat ke (sirf ek patli panty ke saath) jaisa Soham ne kaha tha. Uska makeover, uski payal ki aawaaz, aur uski kamar par chamakti woh chain—woh ab poori tarah se ek 'Premium Hotwife' lag rahi thi.
"Main... main kal bank isi roop mein jaungi?" Geeti ne kaanpti aawaaz mein pucha.
"Haan," Soham ne piche se use pakad kar aaine mein dekha. "Aur kal tum dekhna, Rohan aur Ramu Kaka ka kya haal hota hai. Tum ab phatne ke liye poori tarah taiyar ho."
Geeti ne aaine mein apne naye roop ko ghoora. Uska 'Bank Manager' wala garv ab poori tarah khatam ho chuka tha. Woh ab sirf ek aisi aurat thi jise apne pati ke kehne par duniya bhar ki hawas ka shikar banna tha. Uski kamar par bandhi woh chain use har pal yaad dila rahi thi ki woh ab Soham ki 'shared property' hai.

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Somwar ki subah jab Geeti bank ke main entrance par pahunchi, toh wahan ki fiza hi badli hui thi. Aaj woh Geeti nahi thi jise log ek sakht manager ke roop mein jaante the; aaj woh ek aisi qayamat thi jise dekh kar kisi ka bhi dil dhadak jaye.
Geeti ne aaj wahi peach-coloured transparent chiffon saree pehni thi jo Soham ne use dilaayi thi. Saree ka kapda itna barik aur makhmali tha ki Geeti ki gori skin ke saath bilkul sat gaya tha. Uska blouse sirf patli dori se bandha hua backless design tha, jo uski nangi peeth ko poori tarah numaish kar raha tha. Jab woh chalti, toh uski kamar par bandhi woh barik sone ki chain (waist chain) chiffon ke kapde ke aar-paar halki si chamakti, aur har qadam ke saath uske pairo ki chandi ki payal 'chhun-chhun' karke poore corridor mein ek nasheeli aawaaz paida kar rahi thin.
Jaise hi usne bank ke hall mein qadam rakha, wahan ka kaam jaise thamm sa gaya. Ek pal ke liye sannata chha gaya, aur phir har mard ki nazar us par aakar tik gayi.


Geeti ko aaj behad sharam (shyness) mehsoos ho rahi thi. Woh aam taur par itna 'open' hokar kabhi bahar nahi nikli thi. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki saree itni patli hai ki uski naabhi (navel) aur uski kamar ka har mod saaf dikh raha hai. Uska mann kar raha tha ki woh apna pallu kaskar seene par lapet le aur apni nangi peeth ko chhupa le, par use Soham ki woh baat yaad aayi—"Logon ko dekhne do... apni sharam ko apni taqat banao."
Geeti ki woh sharam, uski jhuki hui nigaahein, aur uske chehre par aayi laali ne use aur bhi zyada seductive bana diya tha. Woh koi besharam aurat nahi lag rahi thi, balki ek aisi khoobsurat shikar lag rahi thi jo anjaane mein apni numaish kar rahi ho.
"Good morning, Ma'am..." Ek clerk ne haklate hue kaha, uska pen uske haath se phisal gaya jab usne Geeti ki gori peeth dekhi.
Geeti ne halke se sar hilaya, uski payal phir se jhankar uthi. Use mehsoos hua ki bank ke mard kisi 'panchhiyon ke jhund' (flock of birds) ki tarah uske aaspas mandrane lage hain. Koi file ke bahane uske cabin ki taraf bhaag raha tha, toh koi pani peene ke bahane raste mein khada ho gaya tha taaki use kareeb se dekh sake.
Jab woh apne cabin ki taraf ja rahi thi, usne notice kiya ki har mard ki nigaah uski kamar par bandhi us sone ki chain par thi jo saree ke neeche se jhalak rahi thi. Use ek ajeeb sa 'thrill' mehsoos hua. Use laga jaise woh nangi hai, par phir bhi kapdo mein hai.


Rohan (Intern) apne desk par baitha tha. Jaise hi usne Geeti ko dekha, uske hosh ud gaye. Usne kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki uski 'Ma'am' itni bold aur qayamat lag sakti hain. Usne dekha ki Geeti ke baal ab layers mein uski nangi peeth par khel rahe hain. Rohan ka gala sookh gaya aur uska dimaag sunn ho gaya.
Geeti apne cabin mein pahunchi aur darwaza band karne hi wali thi ki usne dekha ki Ramu Kaka bhi wahi khade hain, tray pakde hue. Unki aankhein aaj pehle se bhi zyada bhookhi thin. Woh Geeti ki payal ki aawaaz aur uski kamar ki lachak dekh kar lagbhag madhosh ho chuke the.
Geeti ne cabin ka darwaza band kiya aur kursi par baith gayi. Uska poora badan pasine se lathpath tha—sharam se bhi aur us anjaan mardana attention se milne wali hawas se bhi. Usne dekha ki uska pallu phir se kandhe se sarak gaya hai. Usne use theek karne ke liye haath uthaya, par phir ruk gayi.
Usne aaine mein apna naya roop dekha. Peach saree, bikhre baal, chamakti waist chain aur pairo mein woh shaitani payal. Usne mehsoos kiya ki bank ke mardon ka woh 'jhund' bahar sirf ek ishaare ka intezaar kar raha hai. Uska 'Bank Manager' wala roop aaj poori tarah uski 'Seductive Charm' ke niche dab chuka tha. Woh guilty thi, par woh sharam use ek aisi aag de rahi thi ki uska jism ab waqayi 'burst' hone ke liye be-chain tha.
Uski payal ki har 'chhun-chhun' use yaad dila rahi thi ki aaj woh yahan kaam karne nahi, balki apni numaish karne aayi hai.
Geeti cabin mein baithi thi, par uska dhyan files mein nahi tha. Use bahar se logon ki aawazein sunayi de rahi thin. Use pata tha ki bahar har koi usi ke baare mein baat kar raha hai.
Tabhi usne notice kiya ki cabin ke glass partition ke paar se kuch log use dekhne ki koshish kar rahe hain. Usne apna sir jhuka liya, par uski nangi peeth abhi bhi wahi chamak rahi thi. Usne dheere se apne pairo ko table ke neeche hilaaya... chhun-chhun. Woh aawaaz use bata rahi thi ki khel ab shuru ho chuka hai.
Uski sharam ab dhire-dhire ek 'invitation' mein badal rahi thi. Use Rohan ka intezaar tha... aur shayad us saste Ramu Kaka ka bhi, jinhe aaj woh apni is nayi 'waist chain' ka nazaara dikhane wali thi.




Bank ke cabin ki thandi AC hawa mein aaj Geeti ke naye French perfume ki mehak ghuli hui thi. Geeti apni chair par baithi thodi bechain thi, baar-baar apne pallu ko sambhaalne ki koshish kar rahi thi jo uski peach chiffon saree ke phisalne ki wajah se bar-bar sarak raha tha. Tabhi, upar ki floor se bhari qadmon ki aawaaz aayi aur cabin ke darwaze par ek zoradar dastak hui.
Darwaza khula aur andar Raghavan ne qadam rakha. Raghavan, jo paanch branches ka head tha aur Geeti ka immediate boss, ek roabdaar aur sakht mard tha. Uska office theek Geeti ke cabin ke upar dusri floor par tha, par woh aksar neeche nahi aata tha.
Jaise hi Raghavan ne andar qadam rakha, woh wahi thithak gaya. Usne Geeti ko hamesha cotton ki boring sarees aur band galon wale blouses mein dekha tha. Aaj uske saamne jo aurat baithi thi, woh Geeti toh thi, par uske jism se nikalne wala 'aurat-pan' kisi bijli ki tarah Raghavan ko jhatka de gaya.
"Good morning, Raghavan Sir... aap yahan? Kuch kaam tha?" Geeti ne khade hote hue kaha. Uske khade hote hi uski chandi ki payal ne chhun-chhun ki ek nasheeli jhankaar paida ki.




Raghavan ki nigaahein Geeti ke chehre par rukne ki jagah, uski nangi peeth aur phir uski patli kamar par ja tiki, jahan woh sone ki barik chain saree ke peach rang ke paar chamak rahi thi. Raghavan ne ek bhari ghoont nigla, uski aankhon mein hairani aur hawas ka ek mila-jula rang tha.
"Haan... woh... pichle mahine ke audit reports aur agle quarter ke targets discuss karne the," Raghavan ne apni aawaaz ko sambhaalte hue kaha, par woh chair par baithte waqt bhi Geeti ke us naye roop se apni nigaahein hata nahi pa raha tha.
Geeti ne file aage badhayi. "Sir, targets toh humne achieve kar liye hain, par..."
Raghavan ne file pakadne ke bahaane Geeti ki ungliyon ko halke se chhua. Uska sparsh (touch) kaafi garam aur adhikaar bhara tha. "Targets toh tumne bohut acche se achieve kiye hain Geeti... par aaj tum kuch... badli-badli lag rahi ho. Kuch zyada hi... 'approachable' lag rahi ho."
Geeti ka chehra sharam se laal ho gaya. "Sir, woh... bas thoda makeover kiya hai. Soham chahta tha ki main thoda modern dikhu."
Raghavan ne chair piche karke apne pair phailaye aur Geeti ko ghoorte hue kaha, "Soham ki choice bohut 'bold' hai. Yeh saree... yeh kamarband... tum jaanti ho na bank ka mahaul tumhari is payal ki aawaaz se kitna disturbed ho raha hoga?"
Geeti ne nazrein jhuka li. "Sorry sir, agar aapko bura laga toh..."
"Bura nahi, Geeti... main toh hairan hoon," Raghavan ne dhimi aur bhari aawaaz mein kaha. Uska dhyan ab Geeti ke us deep-neck blouse par tha jahan se uski cleavage saaf jhaank rahi thi. "Paanch branches handle karta hoon main, par aisi 'attractive' manager maine pehle kabhi nahi dekhi."


Tabhi, darwaza halke se khula aur Ramu Kaka tray lekar andar aaye. "Ma'am... Sir... chai."
Ramu Kaka ki nigaahein hamesha ki tarah Geeti ki naabhi aur uski waist chain par jam gayin. Woh tray rakhne ke bahaane Geeti ke bilkul paas aa gaye aur jhuk kar uski payal ko dekhne lage. Unki aankhon mein wahi sasti hawas thi.
Raghavan ne Ramu Kaka ki us gandi nazar ko fauran notice kar liya. Uska mardana guroor jaag utha. Use bura laga ki ek chaprasi us aurat ko ghoor raha hai jise woh khud apne dimaag mein nanga kar raha tha.
"Kaka!" Raghavan ne zor se chillaya. "Chai rakh di? Ab yahan khade hokar kya makhkhiyan maar rahe ho? Niklo bahar!"
Ramu Kaka hadbada kar piche hate. "Ji... ji saab. Woh bas..."
"Maine kaha bahar jao!" Raghavan ne gusse mein kaha. Ramu Kaka darr ke maare ladkhadate hue bahar nikal gaye.
Cabin mein phir se khamoshi chha gayi, par ab yeh khamoshi aur bhi zyada bhari thi. Raghavan ne Geeti ki taraf dekha aur bohut hi dhime se kaha, "In jaise saste logon ko tum bohut zyada dheel de rahi ho, Geeti. Tumhara yeh naya roop... yeh har kisi ke liye nahi hai. Sabki himmat badh rahi hai tumhe dekh kar."
Geeti ne mehsoos kiya ki Raghavan ki nigaahein ab uski saree ke us hisse par thin jo thoda aur neeche sarak gaya tha. "Sir, main toh bas..."
"Tum bohut hi khatarnak lag rahi ho aaj," Raghavan ne file band ki aur uth kar Geeti ki chair ke paas aa gaya. Usne jhuk kar Geeti ke kaan ke paas kaha, "Agli baar discussion mere office mein hoga, upar floor par. Wahan koi Ramu Kaka humein disturb nahi karega. Samjhi?"
Geeti ka poora badan tharthara utha. Usne Raghavan ki aankhon mein wahi 'Hotwife' wala amantran (invitation) dekha. Raghavan wahan se chala gaya, par Geeti ki payal abhi bhi uski thartharahat se chhunn-chhunn kar rahi thi. Use ehsaas hua ki usne sirf ek chaprasi ya intern ko nahi, balki apne sabse bade boss ko bhi apne is naye jaal mein fansa liya hai.
Uski panty ab itni geeli thi ki kursi par baithna mushkil ho raha tha. Usne Soham ko message kiya: "Soham... Raghavan Sir aaye the. Woh meri kamar ki chain dekh kar pagal ho rahe hain...

Bank se nikalte waqt Geeti ke pair zameen par nahi pad rahe the. Raghavan sir ki woh bhari aawaaz, unka uske kaan ke paas aakar fusfusana, aur unki woh hawas bhari nigaahein jo uski kamar ki chain ko noch rahi thin—yeh sab Geeti ke dimaag mein ek toofaan paida kar chuke the. Woh 'dead horny' thi. Uska poora jism aag ki tarah tap raha tha, aur uski peach chiffon saree uski tapish se uske badan par chipak rahi thi.
Bus stop par bheed thi, par Geeti ko aaj us bheed se darr nahi, balki ek ajeeb sa nasha mehsoos ho raha tha. Jaise hi bus aayi, woh bheed ko chirte hue andar chadh gayi. Khushkismati se, peeche ki taraf ek kone wali seat (end seat) khali thi. Woh khidki ke sahare wahan baith gayi. Bus mein bheed toh thi, par itni nahi ki log ek-doosre par lade hon.
Baithte hi usne mehsoos kiya ki uski payal ki chhun-chhun bheed ke shor mein bhi use ek alag 'identity' de rahi hai. Usne apna phone nikala. Uski ungliyan kaanp rahi thin. Usne apna 'DesiHotwife_G' wala account khola. Kal raat ke us shaktishali dildo session aur aaj bank ke us 'cleavage dare' ke baad, uska confidence aasmaan par tha.
Usne camera on kiya. Usne chehra chhupaya, par camera ka rukh niche kiya. Usne apni saree ko jaan-boojhkar thoda sarkaaya taaki uski gori naabhi (navel) aur uske charon taraf lipti woh sone ki kamarband (waist chain) bilkul saaf dikhe. Usne ek selfie li jisme uske honth halke se khule the aur uska ek haath uske blouse ke deep cut ke paas tha.
Usne post kiya: "In the bus... feeling so wet after a long day at the bank. Anyone wants to touch this gold chain?"





Post karte hi uske pet mein ek mitha dard utha. Woh ab waqayi ek be-sharam exhibitionist ban chuki thi.
Tabhi, bus ek stop par ruki. Kuch log utre aur kuch naye mard andar aaye. Geeti khidki ke bahar dekh rahi thi, par tabhi usne mehsoos kiya ki koi uske bilkul bagal wali khali seat par aakar baith gaya hai.
Geeti ne halke se nazrein ghumaayin aur uske ronge khade ho gaye.
Wahi mazdoor. Wahi ganda, paseene se lathpath aadmi jisne pichle hafte bheed ka fayda utha kar Geeti ke hosh uda diye the. Uske kapde dhool se bhare the, uske baal bikhre hue the, aur uski wahi sasti bidi aur raw mardana paseene ki boo Geeti ke mehange French perfume se takrane lagi.
Geeti ne use dekha, aur us mard ne bhi Geeti ko pehchan liya. Usne dekha ki wahi 'Madam' aaj aur bhi zyada qayamat lag rahi hai. Usne Geeti ki transparent peach saree ke paar jhaankti uski gori peeth aur uski kamar par chamakti woh sone ki chain dekhi. Us mazdoor ki aankhon mein ek aisi nangi hawas thi jo kisi janwar ki tarah thi.
Geeti ne pehle ki tarah na toh gussa dikhaya, na hi woh uth kar khadi hui. Woh wahi baithi rahi, apni saanson ko kaabu karne ki koshish karti hui. Uska dimaag cheekh raha tha—"Yeh wahi ghatiya aadmi hai... yeh tumhe phir se chhuena chahta hai!"—par uska jism us zillat ke liye tadap raha tha.
Us mazdoor ne himmat badhaai. Woh dheere se Geeti ki taraf aur zyada sarak gaya. Dono ki jaanghein (thighs) ek-doosre se satne lagin. Geeti ki chikni, makhmali jaangh us mazdoor ki khurduri aur matti se bhari pant se ragad khane lagi.




Bohut bheed hai na, Madam?" us mard ne ek behad gandi aur dabi hui aawaaz mein pucha. Uska lehza aisa tha jaise woh jaanta ho ki Geeti ek 'ra*di' ban chuki hai.
Geeti ne koi jawab nahi diya, par usne apni jaangh piche bhi nahi hatai. Usne bus ki support rod ko kaskar pakad liya, jisse uski cleavage aur bhi zyada ubhar kar bahar aa gayi. Us mazdoor ne dekha ki Geeti koi virodh nahi kar rahi hai. Usne apna haath dheere se seat par rakha, itna kareeb ki uski ungliyan Geeti ki saree ke pallu ko chhoo rahi thin.
Geeti ne aankhein band kar lin. Uske dimaag mein Instagram ke woh gande comments goonj rahe the—"I want a low-class labourer to use my high-class wife." Aaj woh fantasy uske bilkul bagal mein baithi thi. Use ehsaas hua ki woh mard use soongh raha hai, uske gore badan ki garmi ko pi raha hai.
Bus ne ek jhatka khaya, aur us mazdoor ka poora kandha Geeti ke naram seene se kaskar ragad gaya. Geeti ne ek dabi hui siski li—"Mmmhh..."
Woh mard aur bhi daring ho gaya. Usne dekha ki Geeti ka dhyan apne phone par hai, par uska jism tharthara raha hai. Usne apna nanga, matti se sana haath dheere se Geeti ki gori kamar ki taraf badhaya, wahi jahan woh waist chain chamak rahi thi...
Geeti ka pet buri tarah aithne laga. Uska 'Hotwife' janam ab poori tarah haavi ho chuka tha. Woh ek izzatdaar manager thi, par is waqt us bus ke kone mein, woh sirf ek bhookhi aurat thi jo ek saste mazdoor ke touch ke liye mar rahi thi.
Usne phone par wahi post dobara dekhi aur mehsoos kiya ki us mazdoor ki ungliyan ab uski saree ke patle kapde ke paar uski nangi kamar ko chhone hi wali hain...

Achanak, us mazdoor ne apna khurdura aur matti se sana haath Geeti ki gori jaangh (thigh) par rakh diya. Chiffon ka kapda itna patla tha ki Geeti ko uski ungliyon ki har ek lakeer apni nangi skin par mehsoos hui.
Geeti darr gayi. Usne jhatke se apna pair thoda side kiya. "Yeh... yeh aap kya kar rahe hain? Haath hataiye!" usne thodi sakhti se kaha, par uski aawaaz mein woh dum nahi tha jo ek manager ki aawaaz mein hota hai. Uska gala sukha hua tha.
Woh mard zara bhi nahi dara. Usne ek gehri, hawas bhari hansi hasi aur apne jeb se ek purana, crack screen wala sasta smartphone nikala. Usne screen Geeti ke chehre ke bilkul samne kar di.
Geeti ki aankhein darr aur shock se phat gayin.
Phone par Instagram khula tha. Aur wahan wahi photo thi jo Geeti ne abhi 10 minute pehle bus mein baith kar post ki thi—uski gori naabhi, uski kamarband (waist chain) aur uske raseele hont. Woh aadmi uska follower tha! Woh @DesiHotwife_G ko follow kar raha tha.
"Ma'am... aapne hi toh likha hai na?" us mard ne ek ghair-tehzeeb aur bhari aawaaz mein kaha. Usne post ka caption padha, "Anyone wants to touch this gold chain?"
Geeti ka poora badan tharthara utha. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki reality aur fantasy itni jaldi mil jayengi. Uska 'secret' ab uske bilkul bagal mein baitha tha, aur woh bhi ek aisa mard jise woh sadak par dekhna bhi pasand na kare.
"T-tumhe kaise... tum mujhe follow karte ho?" Geeti ne haklate hue pucha.




Main hi nahi, Ma'am... hum jaise bohut se log aapke is badan ke liye pagal hain," usne phone wapas jeb mein dala aur ab aur bhi zyada daring hokar Geeti se bilkul chipak gaya. Usne apna haath phirse Geeti ki jaangh par rakha aur is baar use kaskar dabaya. "Aapne pucha tha na ki kisi ko yeh chain chhuni hai? Mujhe chhuni hai."
Geeti ki saansein phool gayin. Woh kuch bolna chahti thi, par us mard ki predatory nigaahon ne use sunn kar diya tha. Woh mazdoor ab aur bhi kareeb aa gaya, uska chehra Geeti ke kaan ke paas tha, jahan se Geeti ka naya parlour-fresh nasha (perfume) aa raha tha.
Usne apna haath Geeti ki jaangh se sarkaate hue upar kheencha. Geeti ki transparent saree ke paar uska haath ab Geeti ki gori, makhmali kamar (waist) tak pahunch gaya tha. Geeti ne aankhein kaskar band kar lin aur bus ki seat ka handle pakad liya.
Us mazdoor ki khurduri ungliyan ab seedha us sone ki barik chain (waist chain) tak pahunch gayin thin. Usne us chain ko pakda aur use halka sa kheencha.
"Uff... kitni gori skin hai aapki, Madam... aur yeh chain toh jaise is par bijli ki tarah chamak rahi hai," usne chain ko touch karte hue kaha.
Geeti ne ek bhari siskari li—"Mmmhh..." Us mard ki matti se bhari ungliyan jab Geeti ki nangi skin aur us metal chain par ragad kha rahi thin, toh Geeti ko aisa 'dirty' pleasure mila jo dildo se milne wale pleasure se kahin zyada raw aur khatarnak tha. Use mehsoos ho raha tha ki woh mard use apni nigaahon se poori tarah nanga kar chuka hai.
Woh mard ruka nahi. Usne chain ko touch karte-karte apna angutha Geeti ki naabhi (navel) ke bilkul kareeb le gaya. Geeti ka pet andar ki taraf kunchit (contract) hua. Uska jism aag ki tarah tap raha tha aur uski panty ab tak puri tarah se bahaav se san chuki thi. Woh bheed wali bus mein, ek anjaan saste mard ke hathon apni 'Hotwife' fantasy ko real hote dekh rahi thi.
Bus ke hichkole aur us mard ka badhta hua dabav Geeti ko ek aisi jagah le ja raha tha jahan se lautna namumkin tha. Us mard ne apna doosra haath Geeti ke kandhe par rakha aur uski backless saree ki dori ko halka sa chhua...
"Madam... agla stop mera hai. Utarna hai kya saath?" usne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath pucha.
Geeti ki dhadkan rukh gayi. Use pata tha ki agar woh utri, toh aaj raat Soham ko batane ke liye sirf 'photos' nahi hongi, balki ek asli mard ki hawas ke nishaan honge.
Yeh scene ab poori tarah se 'out of control' ho raha tha. Geeti ka sanskari mann cheekh raha tha, par uski 'Hotwife' aatma us mazdoor ke touch mein doobi hui thi.
Bus ke kone wali seat par Geeti ki halat aisi ho gayi thi jaise woh kisi gehri beemari ya behad shaktishali nashe ki girfat mein ho. Uska gora badan paseene se lathpath tha, aur peach chiffon saree uske jism se kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipak gayi thi. Sharam, darr aur behad shaktishali hawas ka ek aisa toofaan uske andar utha tha jo use saans lene mein bhi takleef de raha tha.
Us mazdoor mard ka khurdura haath abhi bhi uski sone ki kamarband (waist chain) par tika hua tha. Geeti ko mehsoos ho raha tha ki bus ke har jhatke ke saath uski ungliyan uski nangi skin par ghis rahi hain.
"Bas... bas kijiye..." Geeti ne haanfte hue, bohut hi dhimi aur kaanpti aawaaz mein kaha. Uske hont sookh rahe the. "Aapne... aapne chhunn liya na chain? Ab... ab please utar jaiye."
Woh mard hansa, ek aisi sasti aur mardana hansi jo Geeti ke dimaag ki saari dignity ko cheer rahi thi. Woh aur bhi kareeb jhuka, itna kareeb ki uski paseene se bhari shirt Geeti ke naram kandhe par ragad kha rahi thi.
"Madam... aap jaisi unchi aurat hum jaise saste logon ke naseeb mein kahan?" usne ek nasheeli, ghatiya tone mein kaha. "Aaj naseeb ne mauka diya hai, toh thoda sukoon toh lene dijiye."
Bina koi mauka diye, us mard ne apna sar neeche kiya aur Geeti ki gori gardan (neck) ke paas, jahan se paseene ki ek boond blouse ke deep cut ki taraf ja rahi thi, wahan apni jeebh fer di. Usne Geeti ka paseena chaat (licked) liya.
Geeti ki aankhein jhatke se band ho gayin aur uska poora jism kaman ki tarah ainth gaya. Ek sadak-chaap mard ne uski gardan ko chaata tha! Woh ghin jo use aani chahiye thi, woh is waqt hawas ki aag mein jal kar raakh ho gayi. Woh paseene ka swad aur us mard ki khurduri jeebh ne Geeti ke dimaag ka fuse uda diya.
Tabhi, us mard ne apni ungliyon se Geeti ki nangi kamar par, theek us sone ki chain ke paas, ek zoradar chutki (pinch) kaati.
"Mmmhhhhh... ahhhh!" Geeti ke muh se ek behad sensual aur dard se bhari moan nikal gayi. Usne kaskar bus ki seat ke handle ko pakda.
Woh dard aur woh zillat... us 'dirty' touch ne Geeti ke andar us 'phatne' wale ehsaas ko trigger kar diya. Use kisi physical stimulation ki zaroorat nahi padi. Us mard ki predatory nazar, uski gandi jeebh ka sparsh, aur hazaron anjaan mardon ke comments ka dhyan—sab milkar ek shaktishali explosion mein badal gaye.




Geeti ne mehsoos kiya ki uske pet ke nichle hisse mein ek jordaar jhatka laga. Bina uske haath lagaye, sirf us 'thrill' se, uski chut ne ek shaktishali release (squirt) kiya. Uska garam ras uski panty ko poori tarah bhighota hua uski peach saree ke kapde tak pahunch gaya. Uski jaanghein bedamm hokar thartharane lagin.
Theek usi waqt bus ek stop par ruki.
Woh mard muskuraaya, usne dekha ki Geeti abhi-abhi release hui hai aur uski aankhein nashe mein dhundhli hain. Usne Geeti ki kamar se haath hataya aur khada ho gaya.
"Agli baar phir milenge, Madam... tab tak apni ye chain chamka kar rakhna," usne ek shaitani ishara kiya aur bheed mein ojhal hokar bus se utar gaya.
Geeti wahi seat par dher padi rahi. Uski saansein itni tez thin ki uska seena blouse se bahar nikalne ko betaab lag raha tha. Woh wahi nangi, geeli aur apmanit (humiliated) halat mein baithi thi. Uska poora badan pasine se bhiga tha, aur uski saree par uski 'release' ka geela nishaan ab saaf dikh raha tha. Woh 'Bank Manager' nahi thi, woh wahi 'Hotwife' thi jisne ek anjaan mazdoor ke hathon bus mein apna nasha release kiya tha.
Bus aage badh gayi, par Geeti wahi sunn baithi rahi, darrte hue ki ab ghar ja kar Soham ko kya batayegi aur us naye 'mark' (pinch ka nishaan) ko kaise chhupayegi... ya shayad dikhayegi?
Geeti jab bus se utri, toh uske pair ladkhada rahe the. Usne apni saree ko is tarah adjust kiya ki woh geela nishaan thoda chhup jaye, par uski 'waist chain' ki har jhankaar use us mard ki ungliyon ki yaad dila rahi thi.
Ghar ka darwaza khula aur Soham saamne tha. Usne dekha Geeti ke baal bikhre hain, chehra laal hai aur saree pasine mein doobi hui.





Geeti? Kya hua? Tumhari halat..." Soham ne pucha, par uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.
Geeti ne bina kuch kahe apna bag phenka aur Soham ke gale lag kar rone lagi... par yeh rona dukh ka nahi, us 'dirty thrill' ka tha jo use ab aur chahiye tha.
"Soham... usne... usne mujhe phir se chhua... aur maine... maine bus mein hi..." usse aage bola nahi gaya.

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Ghar ke band kamre mein ab hawas ki deewarein bhi pasine se bheeg chuki thin. Soham ne jab Geeti ke bikhre hue baal aur uski thartharati halat dekhi, toh uska mardana guroor aur uski 'Hotwife' fantasy apne charam par pahunch gayi. Geeti ki aankhon mein wahi bhookh thi jo kisi janwar mein hoti hai—woh bus wala mazdoor, bank ka Raghavan, Rohan ki flirting aur Ramu Kaka ki gandi nazar... sab milkar Geeti ke jism ko ek dehekta hua koyla bana chuke the.




"Soham... please... I can't take it anymore," Geeti ne haanfte hue kaha, uska haath apni sone ki kamarband par tha jise us mazdoor ne abhi kuch der pehle nochha tha. "Will you... will you help me?"


Soham ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath uski gori, paseene se bhari garden ko chhua. "Nahi Geeti... aaj nahi. Aaj tumhare jism par un mardon ka nasha hai. Tumne unhe invite kiya hai, toh unhi ke khayalon mein tripti (satisfaction) dhoondo. Jo gift maine diya tha... use lekar jao."


Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uska pati use uksa raha tha ki woh un anjaan mardon ki 'chahat' mein khud ko tabaah kar le. Geeti ne woh bada, kala vibrator dildo uthaya aur bathroom ki taraf bhagi. Usne darwaza andar se lock kiya aur wahi bathroom ke thande farsh par dher ho gayi.


Usne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Andhere mein use Raghavan ka woh robdaar chehra dikha jo uske kaan ke paas gandi baatein kar raha tha... phir use Rohan ka woh jawan jism dikha jo use 'Madam' keh kar pukaar raha tha... aur sabse zyada, use wahi bus wala mazdoor dikha jiska paseena usne abhi apni garden par mehsoos kiya tha.


Geeti ne apni peach chiffon saree ko dhire-dhire apni jaanghon tak upar uthaya. Uski panty pehle hi bahaav se puri tarah bheeg kar uske jism se chipak gayi thi. Usne apna haath apni raseeli daraar par rakha aur use zor-zor se rub karne lagi.


"Ahhhhh... mmm... Kaka... Raghavan... Rohan..." uske muh se behad raseeli aur gandi siskariyan nikalne lagin.


Usne dildo uthaya, par ise andar dalne se pehle usne use dhyan se dekha. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki yeh wahi bada mardana ang hai jo in sab mardon ke paas hai aur woh sab bari-bari se ise Geeti ke andar utaar rahe hain. Geeti ne ek behad besharm harkat ki—usne dildo ke top ko apne muh mein liya aur use kisi asli lund ki tarah chaatne (licking) lagi. Uska nasha ab hosh ki hadein paar kar chuka tha.



Usne niche dekha—uski 'Hotwife' pehchan ab poori tarah nangi thi. Uski raseeli chut bahaav se chamak rahi thi, jaise keh rahi ho ki ab aur intezaar nahi hota.


"Ab aao... ab mujhe khatam kar do," Geeti ne bud-budate hue dildo ka vibrator full speed par 'ON' kiya.


Bzzzzzzzzzz... Vibrations ki woh bhari aawaaz bathroom ki tiles se takra kar goonjne lagi. Geeti ne dildo ka top apni sooji hui daraar par tikaaya aur dubaara un sab mardon ke chehre yaad kiye. Usne imagine kiya ki woh bus wala mazdoor use piche se pakde hue hai aur Raghavan samne se use ghoor raha hai...


Aur phir... asli khel shuru hua. Usne ek jhatke mein us mote dildo ko apne andar poora utaar diya.

Bathroom ke thande tiles par Geeti nangi leti hui thi, par uska poora jism ek dehekta hua koyla ban chuka tha. Usne us mote, kale dildo ko pakda aur uske top ko apni raseeli, sooji hui daraar par tikaya. Vibrations ki bzzzz aawaaz uske kaano mein kisi shaitani sangeet ki tarah goonj rahi thi.


Jaise hi usne us mote dildo ko ek jhatke mein apne andar utara, uske muh se ek gehri aur dard-bhari siskari nikli—"OHHHHH GODOOO... AHHH!"


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Usne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Uska dimaag ab hosh mein nahi tha. Usne imagine kiya ki woh abhi bhi us bus ki pichli seat par hai. Woh ganda, paseene se lathpath mazdoor ab sirf chhu nahi raha tha, balki usne Geeti ki mehngi peach saree phad di hai aur apne kale, sakht lund ko Geeti ke is gora aur high-class badan ke andar poori tarah utaar diya hai. Use us mazdoor ki wahi raw, sasti aur gandi smell (boo) apne naak ke paas mehsoos ho rahi thi. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki woh mazdoor uski raseeli chut ko apne 'dirty' aur 'rough' jhatkon se noch raha hai.


"Haan... haan... aur zor se... gande mazdoor... bhar do mujhe..." Geeti pagalpan mein bad-badane lagi. Dildo uske andar kisi wild mard ki tarah vibrate kar raha tha, aur Geeti apni jaanghon ko kaskar dildo par ragad rahi thi.


Phir usne dildo ko thoda bahar khincha aur phir se andar dala, par is baar khayal badal gaya. Usne imagine kiya Ramu Kaka ko. Woh mota, 50 saal ka chaprasi ab uske bank ke cabin mein uske upar chadha hua hai. Woh ganda chaprasi jise woh kabhi pani laane ko kehti thi, ab wahi apni sasti hawas se Geeti ki 'Manager' wali dignity ko tabaah kar raha hai. Geeti ne dildo ki speed aur badha di, yeh soch kar ki Ramu Kaka uske gore ubhaaron (breasts) ko apne khurdure hathon se masal rahe hain.



"Ahhh... Kaka... dekh lo apni Manager ko... kitni bhookhi hai aapke liye..." Geeti ki siskariyan ab wild moans mein badal chuki thin. Uska gora badan paseene se chamak raha tha aur uski sone ki kamarband uske har jhatke ke saath tiles par chhunn-chhunn kar rahi thi.


Lekin sabse bada jhatka abhi baaki tha. Usne dildo ko poori tarah bahar nikala aur use apne honton se phir se chaata, aur phir use itni zor se andar dhakela ki woh uski bachaadani (womb) tak ja takraya. Ab dimaag mein Raghavan Sir ka chehra tha. Uska roabdaar Boss.


Geeti ne imagine kiya ki Raghavan Sir ne use audit ke bahane cabin mein bulaya aur wahi table par lita diya hai. Raghavan ki woh high-class par hawas se bhari mardangi use dominate kar rahi hai. Woh imagine kar rahi thi ki Raghavan Sir uske kaan mein gandi gaaliyan de rahe hain aur keh rahe hain ki kaise unhone is 'Sanskari Manager' ko ek 'Dirty Hotwife' mein badal diya hai.


Dildo ki vibrations aur Geeti ka un mardon ka khayal milkar ek aisi aag ban gaye jise ab rokna namumkin tha. Geeti ka jism kaman ki tarah ainth gaya. Usne dildo ko itni tezi se andar-bahar kiya ki uski chut se nikalne wala 'juice' farsh par tapakne laga.


"Rohan... Raghavan... Kaka... MAZDOOOOR... sab milkar... ahhhhhh YES!"



Geeti ki aankhein upar chadh gayin. Uska jism ek jordaar jhatke ke saath sakht ho gaya. Uska orgasm itna wild tha ki woh bathroom ke farsh par machalne lagi. Uska garam ras dildo ke saath-saath baahar nikal raha tha. Woh bank manager, woh pati-vrata aurat ab poori tarah tabaah ho chuki thi... woh sirf ek mard ki nahi, balki har us mard ki 'property' ban chuki thi jisne aaj use hawas se ghoora tha.


Woh wahi nangi, paseene mein bheegi hui bathroom ke farsh par haanfti rahi, dildo abhi bhi uske geela aur raseele badan ke paas vibrate kar raha tha.

Soham bathroom ke darwaze ke bahar khada Geeti ki un siskariyon aur dildo ki bzzzz aawaaz ko sunkar ek ajeeb hi nasha mehsoos kar raha tha. Jab usne Geeti ke muh se "Mazdoor," "Kaka," aur "Raghavan" jaise naam sune, toh use samajh aa gaya ki uski patni ab puri tarah se 'Hotwife' banne ke daldal mein utar chuki hai. Uska mardana guroor is baat mein tha ki hazaron mard uski patni ke badan ke liye pagal hain, aur Geeti khud un saste mardon ke khayalon mein apni pyaas bujha rahi hai.


"Kal ka din Geeti ki zindagi ka sabse bada din hoga," Soham ne muskuraate hue socha. "Ab waqt aa gaya hai ki duniya ko 'DesiHotwife_G' ka live jalwa dikhaya jaye."


Thodi der baad bathroom ka darwaza khula. Geeti bahar nikali, uska gora badan abhi bhi thoda laal tha aur aankhon mein ek aisi nasheeli khumaari thi jaise woh abhi kisi gehri neend se jaagi ho. Usne apni peach saree utaar kar ek bohut hi barik, siyah (black) net ki nighty pehan li thi. Yeh nighty itni patli thi ki uske gore jism ka har mod, uski naabhi, aur uski kamar par chamakti woh sone ki chain bilkul saaf nazar aa rahi thi.


Woh sharam se nazrein jhukaaye Soham ke paas aakar baith gayi. Uska jism abhi bhi thoda kaanp raha tha.


"Soham... tumne sab sun liya?" usne ek kaanpti hui aawaaz mein pucha.


Soham ne uski thodi (chin) pakad kar use apne kareeb kheecha. "Maine sab suna Geeti... aur mujhe bohut maza aaya. Tumne un mardon ko apne andar mehsoos kiya na? Wahi toh main chahta tha." Usne Geeti ki kamar par haath phera, wahan jahan us mazdoor ne chutki kaati thi. "Kal hum isse bhi bada kuch karenge. Kal hum Instagram par Live Stream karenge."


Geeti ke hosh ud gaye. "Live? Soham, nahi! Yeh bohut zyada risky hai. Aaj bus mein us mazdoor ne mujhe pehchan liya... agar bank mein ya kisi jaan-pehchan wale ne dekh liya toh? Meri izzat, meri naukri... sab khatam ho jayega."


Soham ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar whisper kiya, "Izzat? Geeti, jo aurat bus mein ek mazdoor se apni kamarband chhuwati hai aur bathroom mein dildo ke saath unka naam leti hai, uski izzat ab sirf meri hawas mein hai. Tumhare 1000+ followers tumhare fans hain, woh tumhe ek devi (goddess) ki tarah poojte hain. Woh tadap rahe hain tumhara ek live jalwa dekhne ke liye. Hum chehra nahi dikhayenge... sirf tumhara yeh gora badan, tumhari chain, aur tumhari woh 'Hotwife' adayein."


Geeti ka jism Soham ki baaton se phir se garam hone laga. Uska sanskari mann ab kamzor pad chuka tha aur uski hawas haavi ho rahi thi. "Par Soham... log kya kahenge? Woh gande comments..."


"Wahi comments toh tumhari asli khurak hain," Soham ne kaha aur apna phone nikala. "Dekho, followers badhte hi ja rahe hain. Sab mang rahe hain—'Live performance of the Manager Ma'am'. Kal bank se aane ke baad, hum yehi karenge. Tum taiyar ho?"


Geeti ne ek gehri saans li aur Soham ki aankhon mein dekha. Uska darr ab ek 'dirty thrill' mein badal chuka tha. Usne dheere se sar hilaya. "Theek hai... hum live karenge. Par tum mere saath rahoge na?"


"Hamesha," Soham ne kaha aur use bed par lita diya.


Raat bhar Geeti ko neend nahi aayi. Woh sochti rahi ki kal hazaron anjaan mard use 'Live' dekhenge... woh dekhenge ki kaise unka ek manager aurat unke liye apna pallu girati hai. Uska jism baar-baar geela ho raha tha. Usne apni nighty ke upar se hi apni kamar ki chain ko chhua aur mehsoos kiya ki kal ki tabaahi ab bas kuch ghante door hai.


Subah hui, Geeti bank gayi, din bhar Raghavan aur Rohan ki nazron ka shikar bani, aur sham ko jab woh ghar lauti, toh uska chehra excitement se laal tha. Usne wahi black net ki nighty pehni, apni payal chhunn-chhunnayi aur bed par baith gayi.


Soham ne tripod set kiya, light adjust ki aur camera ka rukh Geeti ki gori kamar aur uske ubharte hue seene ki taraf kar diya. Usne Instagram khola aur 'Go Live' button par ungli rakhi.


"Ready, Geeti? Pure 2000 log intezaar kar rahe hain," Soham ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha.


Geeti ne apna pallu halke se sarkaaya, apni aankhein band kin aur ek nasheeli siskari li. "Start karo, Soham..."



Soham ne button daba diya.

Soham ne screen par tap kiya aur phone ke top par 'Live' ka laal icon blink karne laga. Kamre mein ek ajeeb sa sannata chha gaya, jisme sirf Geeti ki bhaari saanson ki aawaaz sunayi de rahi thi. Geeti bed ke kinare baithi thi, uske haath uski gori jaanghon par the, jo darr aur uttejna (excitement) se buri tarah kaanp rahe the.
Camera ka angle is tarah set tha ki Geeti ki thodi (chin) ke neeche ka poora jism frame mein tha—uski nangi gardan, uski bhari hui chhaati, uski patli kamar jahan woh barik sone ki chain lapeti hui thi, aur uski gori chikni taangein. Uska chehra poori tarah se chhupa hua tha, sirf uske raseele, plum-coloured lipstick wale honth halke se dikh rahe the. Usne jo siyah (black) net ki nighty pehni thi, woh itni barik aur transparent thi ki uske andar ki patli thong panty aur uski gori skin ka har ek nazaara kisi dhundhle sapne ki tarah saaf chamak raha tha.
Sirf 10 second ke andar, viewer count rocket ki tarah bhagne laga. 100... 400... 900... Screen par comments ki aisi baadh aayi ki padhna mushkil hone laga.
"Oh my god, DesiHotwife_G is live!"
"Bhabhi ki figure toh kisi model se bhi zyada kadak hai."
"Look at that waist chain, it's making me crazy!"
Ek izzatdaar Bank Manager, jiske samne bank ke karmchari sir jhuka kar baat karte the, aaj hazaron anjaan mardon ke samne apne jism ki numaish kar rahi thi. Uska sanskari dimaag use darr se bhar raha tha—'Agar kisi ne pehchan liya? Agar woh mazdoor is live mein hua?'—par uske jism ke har ek rom-rom mein aisi aag lag chuki thi ki uski panty live stream shuru hote hi bahaav se bheeg chuki thi.
Soham jo camera ke piche baitha tha, usne dhime se fusfusate hue kaha, "Inse baat karo Geeti... unhe tadpao."
Geeti ne apna gala saaf kiya. "H-Hello..." uski aawaaz behad namm aur kaanpti hui thi. Uski thartharahat dekh kar mardon ka nasha aur badh gaya.
Ek viewer ne sawal kiya: "Aap itni sharma kyun rahi hain Ma'am? Aap toh bohut hot hain. Aaj akele hain kya bed par?"
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li, jisse net ki nighty ke andar uske gore ubhaar (breasts) aur bhi zyada upar uth gaye. Usne darrte hue, par ek nasheeli tone mein jawab diya, "Main... main pehli baar aise itne mardon ke saamne aayi hoon. Mujhe thoda darr lag raha hai... aur sharam bhi aa rahi hai."
Uski is masoomiyat aur uske gande jism ke combination ne chat box mein aag laga di.
"Sharam mat karo meri jaan, hum sab tumhare deewane hain."
"Aapke pati ko kaisa lagta hai jab hum aapko is tarah dekhte hain?"
Geeti ne apne honton par jeebh pheri. Ab us darr ki jagah us 'dirty thrill' ne le li thi. Woh hazaron mardon ki bhookh ko apne jism par ek garmahat ki tarah mehsoos kar rahi thi. "Unhe... unhe pasand hai," Geeti ne halke se muskurate hue kaha, uski aawaaz ab thodi aur seductive ho chuki thi. "Aur sach kahun toh... aap sabki aisi gandi baatein sunkar... mujhe bhi bohut maza aa raha hai."
Viewer count ab 2500 cross kar chuka tha. Tabhi ek aur comment ubhar kar aaya: "Ma'am, bohut kapde pehne hain... us net ke andar ki cleavage dekhni hai."
Geeti ke pet mein ek jordaar gudgudi hui. Uska exhibitionist fitoor ab poori tarah jagrit ho chuka tha. Usne camera ki taraf dekha aur apne dono haath aage bed par tika diye, jaan-boojhkar aage ki taraf jhukti hui.
Jaise hi woh aage jhuki, uski siyah nighty ka deep gala aur neeche latak gaya. Uski dono gori, bhari hui chhaatiyon ke beech ki woh gehri, paseene se chamakti cleavage poori tarah camera ke lense ke saamne thi. Nighty ka net uske ubhaaron ke nip***s ke aakar ko aur bhi zyada tease kar raha tha. Geeti ne jaan-boojhkar apni saanson ki speed badha di, jisse uska narm seena hazaron screens par upar-neeche dhadakne laga.



"FUCKKKK! Kaisi mast chhaati hai yaar!"
"Mera paani nikal jayega abhi... I want to lick that sweat!"
"Bank manager madam ka cabin yaad aa raha hai... uff!" (Geeti ne yeh comment dekha toh uski saans atak gayi, koi use pehchan raha tha, ya bas fantasy thi? Par is darr ne uski hawas ko aur doguna kar diya).
"Mmmhh..." Geeti ke muh se ek soft, pleasurable siskari nikal gayi. "Aap log sach mein bohut besharam hain... meri is cleavage ko itni buri tarah ghoor rahe hain... mera poora jism tap raha hai." Woh ab poori tarah unhe tease kar rahi thi, apne jism ko halke-halke hila kar us kamarband ki chamak unhe dikha rahi thi.
Soham ne ab piche se ishara kiya. "Utho. Inko apni peeth dikhao."
Geeti ne ek haanfti hui saans li aur dhire se bed se khadi ho gayi. Uske khade hote hi uske pairo mein pehni hui chandi ki payal ne 'chhunn-chhunn' ki ek behad nasheeli jhankaar paida ki. Usne raat ki roshni mein apni nighty ko thoda sa apni jaanghon (thighs) tak upar kheencha aur ek bohut hi slow, seductive andaaz mein piche ki taraf ghoom gayi (turned around).
Camera ab uski gori, nangi peeth aur uske bhari, gol nitambon (ass) par focused tha. Black net ke aar-paar uski patli si panty ka outline aur uski kamar ka woh kamuk curve (shape) poori tarah ujaagar ho gaya. Sone ki chain uske back ke sabse nichle hisse par ek ishaare ki tarah jhul rahi thi.


Live stream ka counter achanak se rocket ban gaya. 3000... 4000... 5.2K! 5000 se zyada anjaan mard is waqt ek 'loyal' bank manager ki nangi peeth aur uski badi gaand ke shape ko apne phones par ghoor rahe the. Chat box emojis aur gandi gaaliyon se bhar chuka tha.
"Turn around baby! Kitni mast aur bhari gaand hai."
"Is chain ko pakad kar ishe piche se doggy style dene mein kya maza aayega!"
"I'm jerking off to you right now, Ma'am!"
Geeti ne apna ek haath apni kamar par rakha aur apne jism ko halke se lachka diya. Payal ki aawaaz phir se aayi. Uska 'Hotwife' roop ab apni charam seema par tha. Uski panty itni zyada geeli ho chuki thi ki bahaav ki boondein uski jaangh par behne ko taiyar thin. Use pata tha ki agar woh wahan 2 minute aur khadi rahi, toh woh us hazaron ki bheed ke samne, live camera par hi shaktishali jhatkon ke saath jhad (orgasm) jayegi. Uski taangein ab kaanpne lagi thin.
Use pata tha ki unhe bhookha chhodna sabse behtar tease hoga. Woh wapas ghoomi. Frame mein dobara uski cleavage aur uske laal honth aa gaye. Usne apne danto se apna nichla honth dabaya, jaise apni hawas ko kabu kar rahi ho.
"Uff... aaj ke liye itna hi kaafi hai..." Geeti ne haanfti, madhosh aawaaz mein kaha. "Aap 5000 logon ne milkar mujhe itna garm kar diya hai ki main bata nahi sakti... ab mujhe apna kuch intezaam karna padega. Mere pati mera intezaar kar rahe hain."
Chat box mein log rukne ki bheek maangne lage, "Noooo Ma'am please don't go!", "Thoda aur dikhao!"
Par Geeti ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath camera ke bilkul paas apne honth laye aur ek flying kiss ki aawaaz ki. "Bohut jaldi milenge... goodnight mere pyaare deewano."
Usne aage badh kar 'End Live' ka button daba diya. Screen kaali ho gayi.
Kamre mein achanak se ek gehra sannata chha gaya, jise sirf Geeti ki tez, toofani saansein tod rahi thin. Woh dher hokar bed par gir padi. Usne hazaron mardon ko apna nanga-pan dikhaya tha, bina apna chehra dikhaye usne bank ki apni saari izzat ko us siyah nighty ke andar dafna diya tha. Aaj Geeti ka naya janam poori tarah se ho chuka tha, aur use pata tha ki kal bank mein woh apne aaspas har mard mein unhi 5000 bhookhi nigaahon ko talashti phiregi.

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Camera ka lens band hote hi screen black ho gayi, par Geeti ke andar jo aag bhadki thi, usne ab jwalamukhi ka roop le liya tha. Kamre mein ek bhari, nasheeli khamoshi thi jise sirf Geeti ki toofani saansein tod rahi thin. 5000 mardon ki bhookhi nigaahon ne uske jism ko jaise poori tarah noch liya tha. Uska gora badan paseene se lathpath tha aur woh siyah (black) net ki nighty uske ubhaaron se chipak gayi thi.
Use is baat ka koi hosh nahi tha ki Soham wahi bed ke paas khada use dekh raha hai. Uska sanskari 'Bank Manager' wala wajood ab poori tarah raakh ho chuka tha. Woh bed par peeth ke bal dher ho gayi. Uski taangein bed par phail gayin aur uski chandi ki payal ne ek nasheeli 'chhunn' ki aawaaz ki.
Uski panty bahaav se itni geeli ho chuki thi ki uski jaanghon tak woh chipchipapan mehsoos ho raha tha. Bina Soham ki taraf dekhe, bina usse koi madad maange, Geeti ka haath be-saakhta uski apni jaanghon ke beech chala gaya.


"Ahhhh... fuckkk... uffff..." Geeti ke muh se ek behad raseeli, thartharati hui siskari nikli jab uski ungliyon ne uski geeli panty ko chhua.
Usne nighty ko aur upar khinch liya, apni gori, nangi jaanghein poori tarah Soham ke saamne khol din. Usne apni patli si thong panty ko side mein khiskaya aur apni do ungliyan seedha apni sooji hui, raseeli daraar (chut) ke andar utaar din.
Squelch... slurp... Kamre mein uske geelepan aur ungliyon ki ragad ki woh gandi, kamuk aawaaz goonjne lagi. Geeti ne aankhein kaskar band kar lin aur apna sar bed par piche ki taraf patak diya.
"Yes... ahhhh... yes ahhhh! 5000 mard... oh god... 5000 bhookhe kutte mujhe ghoor rahe the..." Geeti pagalpan mein bad-badane lagi. Uski ungliyan ab tezi se uske andar bahar ho rahi thin. "Un sabko meri gaand dekhni thi... meri cleavage... ahhhh... main un sabki ra*di ban gayi hoon... mmmhhhh!"


Soham bed ke thik saamne khada tha. Usne jab apni patni ko is haal mein dekha, toh uska dimaag sanna gaya. Uska mardana lund uski pant ko faad kar bahar aane ko betaab tha. Usne apni chain kholi aur apna sakht lund bahar nikaal kar use muth maarna (stroking) shuru kar diya.
Soham ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa fitoor tha, ek ghuroor tha. Woh us aurat ko dekh raha tha jo kuch mahine pehle tak aam bank manager thi. Jo aurat pallu sarakne par sharam se paani-paani ho jati thi, jise kisi anjaan mard ki nazar se ghin aati thi... wahi Geeti aaj 5000 mardon ke saamne apni nangi peeth aur cleavage dikha kar aayi thi. Aur ab? Ab woh itni dead horny ho chuki thi ki apne pati ki maujudgi ko bhool kar, kisi aur se chudne ke khayal mein bed par nangi padi apni chut maar rahi thi. Usne Soham se ek baar bhi nahi kaha ki 'Soham, mujhe satisfy karo.' Woh khud hi un 5000 mardon ki hawas ko apni ungliyon ke zariye apne andar utaar rahi thi. Yeh manzar itna ganda aur itna nasheela tha ki Soham ki saansein atki hui thin.
"Zor se Geeti... aur zor se," Soham ne apna lund masalte hue dabi aawaaz mein kaha.
Soham ki aawaaz sunkar Geeti ruki nahi, balki uski aag aur bhadak gayi. "Ahhhh! Soham... un sabke lund... un sabki nazrein mere andar ja rahi hain... Mmmhhh! Bank ka woh Raghavan... bus wala ganda mazdoor... aur yeh 5000 log... fuckkkk! Sab mujhe noch rahe hain!"
Geeti ki speed ab badhne lagi. Uski ungliyon ke jhatke ab tez aur be-reham ho chuke the. Slap... slop... slap... uski hatheli uski geeli chut se takra rahi thi. Sone ki kamarband uski naabhi ke aaspas tharthara rahi thi.
"More... I want more... ahhhhh!" Geeti ka jism hawa mein uthne laga. Uski speed ab apne charam par thi. "Tez... aur tez... faster... MORE FASTER!"


Geeti ki cheekhein ab kamre ki deewaron se takra rahi thin. Woh apni ungliyon ko poori takat se apne andar pump kar rahi thi, jaise woh un sabhi mardon ka lund ek hi baar mein apne andar mehsoos karna chahti ho. Uski jaanghein buri tarah kaanp rahi thin, uske pair bedsheet ko kaskar noch rahe the.
"Aaahhhhhh... I'm cumming... un sabke liye... FUCKKKKK YESSSSS!"
Ek aakhiri, behad bhari aur gehra thrust (heavy thrust) Geeti ne apne andar maara. Uska poora jism ek kaman (bow) ki tarah hawa mein upar uth gaya. Uska nichla hissa buri tarah se ainthne laga aur uski raseeli chut ne ek bohut hi shaktishali, garm aur thick release (squirt) bedsheet par chhod diya. Uski panty, uski ungliyan aur bedsheet uske jism ke us gande bahaav se poori tarah lathpath ho gaye.
Woh wahi dher ho gayi. Uski aankhein aadhi khuli thin, seena buri tarah upar-neeche ho raha tha, aur muh se halki-halki haanfti hui siskariyan nikal rahi thin—"Hah... hah... mmmhh..."
Soham ne jab yeh nazaara dekha—uski izzatdaar patni ek 'slut' ki tarah bistar par apni aag thandi kar chuki thi—toh usne bhi ek jordaar jhatka khaya. "Ahhhh Geeti!" Soham ne bhi apna nasha wahi farsh par Geeti ko ghoorte hue release kar diya.
Kamre mein paseene, perfume aur us bahaav ki aisi gandi, kamuk mehak phail gayi thi jise Soham aur Geeti dono apne nashe mein pi rahe the. Geeti ne apni geeli, chamakti hui ungliyon ko bahar nikala aur unhe Soham ko dikhate hue ek behad besharam, thaki hui muskurahat di.
Woh 'Manager Geeti' mar chuki thi. Ab bed par jo aurat leti thi, woh duniya ke har us mard ki bhookh thi, jisne aaj use live dekha tha. Uski kamar ki chain abhi bhi halke-halke chamak rahi thi, kal bank mein hone wali tabahi ka intezaar karte hue.



Raat ke us sannate mein sirf do cheezein goonj rahi thin—ek Geeti ki ukhdi hui saansein aur doosra Soham ke smartphone ke camera ke click hone ki aawaaz.
Geeti bed par dher padi thi. Uska gora badan paseene se chamak raha tha, siyah (black) net ki nighty uske jism par kisi doosri skin ki tarah chipak gayi thi. Uske bikhre hue baal takiye par phaile hue the aur uski aankhein adh-khuli thin, jisme abhi bhi us wild orgasm ka nasha tair raha tha. Sabse zyada 'dirty' nazaara woh bedsheet thi, jo Geeti ke apne raseele bahaav (cum) se ek bade hisse mein geeli ho chuki thi. Woh nishaan uski 'Bank Manager' wali izzat ki tabahi ka saboot tha.
Soham ne tripod hataya aur phone haath mein lekar Geeti ke bilkul paas gaya. Usne ek aisi angle se photo li jisme Geeti ka haanfta hua seena, uski gori geeli jaanghein, aur bedsheet par woh geela dhabba bilkul saaf dikh rahe the.
"Perfect," Soham ne bud-budaya. Usne turant Instagram khola aur 'Story' section mein woh photo upload kar di.
Caption: "Just finished! Look what 5k viewers made her do to herself. The bed is wet, and she is dead. Manager Ma'am needs a real man now. ? #DesiHotwife #AfterLive #WetAndTired"



Story post karte hi Soham ka phone kisi vibrator ki tarah lagatar bajne laga. DM (Direct Messages) ka jaise toofaan aa gaya.
 * "FUCK! Is that her cum on the bed? I want to lick it!"
 * "I'm coming to your city right now, just give me her address!"
 * "Manager Ma'am looks so destroyed... I want to be the one to do this to her next time."
Soham ne ek-ek karke message dekhe. Uske chehre par ek aisi muskurahat thi jo Geeti ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi—ek 'shaitani' aur 'naughty' smile. Woh dekh raha tha ki kaise sheher ke bade-bade businessman, students aur yahan tak ki bank ke profile wale log bhi uski patni ke is 'after-sex' look par pagal ho rahe the.
Geeti ne dhire se apni aankhein kholi aur Soham ki taraf dekha. Uska jism abhi bhi tharthara raha tha. "Soham... kya kar rahe ho?"
Soham ne phone niche rakha aur Geeti ke paas bed par baith gaya. Usne uski gori kamar par haath phera, wahan jahan woh sone ki chain abhi bhi uski skin par kasti hui thi. "Geeti, tumhari 'virtual' demand ab aasmaan chhu rahi hai. 5000 log tumhe live dekh chuke hain, hazaron log tumhari is geeli halat par muth maar rahe hain... par mujhe lagta hai tum ab agle step ke liye taiyar ho."
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. "Agla step? Kya matlab?"
Soham ne uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar dhime se kaha, "Ab sirf screen ke piche se dikhana kaafi nahi hai. Tumhare andar jo aag hai, use bujhane ke liye ek dildo ya meri baatein kaafi nahi hain. You need to face people, Geeti. Real people. In person."
Geeti ki saans atak gayi. Uska sanskari dimaag cheekh utha, par uska jism, jo abhi-abhi ek mazdoor aur ek boss ke khayal mein jhad (cum) chuka tha, woh is baat se aur bhi zyada geela hone laga. Real people? Iska matlab tha ki koi anjaan mard use sach mein chhuyega... use sach mein mehsoos karega.
"Soham... main... main kaise...?" Geeti ne haklate hue kaha, uska chehra sharam se aur bhi laal ho gaya.
"Hum plan karenge," Soham ne uski nangi peeth par ungliyan pherte hue kaha. "Kal bank mein tum dekhna ki Raghavan Sir ya Rohan tumhe kis nazar se dekhte hain. Humein bas unhe thoda aur uksana hai. Aur shayad... shayad is weekend, hum kisi 'special guest' ko ghar bulayein... ya tum kisi 'follower' se milne jao."
Geeti ne apni aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Usne imagine kiya ki woh kisi hotel ke kamre mein hai aur bahar wahi bus wala mazdoor ya bank ka koi clerk uska intezaar kar raha hai. Woh sharam aur excitement ke bojh se dab gayi. Usne dabe hue sar se 'haan' mein ishara kiya (shyly nodded).
Soham ne use apne seene se laga liya. "Good girl. Aaj raat sukoon se so jao... kyunki kal se tumhara manager wala roop sirf ek naqab hoga. Asliyat mein, tum poore sheher ki 'Public Property' banne ja rahi ho."
Geeti ne Soham ki baahon mein khud ko samet liya, par uske dimaag mein ab bank ki wahi purani cabin, Raghavan ki bhari aawaaz, aur un 5000 followers ke gande comments ghoom rahe the. Woh is daldal mein itni gehari utar chuki thi ki ab bahar nikalna namumkin tha.

Agle din ki subah Geeti ke liye ek nayi chunauti lekar aane wali thi. Soham ne pehle hi decide kar liya tha ki woh Geeti ko kisi 'blind meeting' ke liye taiyar karega, par usse pehle use bank mein apne shikaar (Raghavan) ko poori tarah fansana tha.
Geeti ne aaine mein khud ko dekha. Uski aankhon ke niche halki si thakne ki lali thi, par uske chehre par ek naya 'glow' tha. Usne aaj ek dark blue transparent saree pehni, bina kisi petticoat ke (sirf ek patli lace panty ke saath), aur apni kamarband ko thoda niche ki taraf bandha taaki jab woh chale, toh woh chain uski naabhi (navel) ke niche baar-baar chamke.
Woh taiyar thi... 'facing people' ke agle level ke liye.

[Joker44]

Agli subah ghar ka mahaul bada hi ajeeb aur bhari tha. Amrita wapas aa chuki thi, aur ghar mein ab ek 'perfect family' ka naqaab pehna ja chuka tha. Geeti ne aaj wahi yellow transparent chiffon saree pehni thi, jiske niche usne koi petticoat nahi pehna tha—sirf ek barik lace wali panty thi jo uske gore jism se chipki hui thi. Uski kamar ki sone ki chain blue saree ke paar se bijli ki tarah chamak rahi thi.
Soham ne kitchen mein Geeti ko bye kiya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Amrita bhi wahi thi, nashta kar rahi thi aur muskura kar Geeti ko dekh rahi thi.
"Didi, aaj aap bohut pyaari lag rahi ho... yeh saree kaafi bold hai na?" Amrita ne shararat se pucha.
Geeti thoda hichkichayi, "Woh... Soham ne dilaayi hai. Office mein thoda presentation hai aaj." Usne Soham ki taraf ek nasheeli nazar daali aur bank ke liye nikal gayi. Uski payal ki chhunn-chhunn darwaza band hone tak sunayi deti rahi.
Jaise hi Geeti gayi aur ghar mein sannata chhaya, kamre ki fiza ek dum se badal gayi. Soham jo abhi tak ek 'achha pati' banne ka natak kar raha tha, uska rukh ab Amrita ki taraf tha.
Amrita ne bina waqt ganwaye Soham ki taraf qadam badhaye aur use behad kaskar gale laga liya (hugged tightly). Uska jawan jism Soham ke seene se sat gaya. Soham ne bhi use apni baahon mein bharch liya aur dono ek passionate kiss mein kho gaye. Woh kiss sirf ek saadharan chumban nahi tha, usme mahino ki bhookh aur ek ganda raaz chhupa tha.
Soham ka haath Amrita ke kamar se hota hua uske top ke niche jaane hi wala tha ki Amrita ne jhatke se uska haath pakad liya aur use roka.



Soham ka haath Amrita ke kamar se hota hua uske top ke niche jaane hi wala tha ki Amrita ne jhatke se uska haath pakad liya aur use roka.
"Ruko, Jiju... itni jaldi kya hai?" Amrita ne haanfte hue pucha, uski aankhon mein ek shaitani chamak thi.
Soham ne use ghoorte hue pucha, "Kya hua Amrita? Tumhe pata hai main tumhare liye kitna pagal hoon."
Amrita ne Soham ke shirt ke button se khelte hue pucha, "Pehle mujhe sach sach bataiye... kya Didi ne dusre mardon ko date karna shuru kar diya hai?"
Soham ek pal ke liye thithak gaya, phir usne ek teerchi muskurahat di. "Nahi... abhi tak toh nahi. Par woh us raaste par nikal chuki hai. Kal raat hi usne 5000 logon ke samne apna jalwa dikhaya hai. Woh ab bohut 'ready' lag rahi hai."
Amrita ne ek thandi saans li aur piche hat gayi. "Toh phir aapko intezaar karna hoga, Jiju. Maine aapse kaha tha na... jab tak Didi dusre mardon ke saath bahar nahi jati, tab tak main aapke saath poori tarah 'involved' nahi ho sakti."
Soham ne Amrita ko kareeb kheecha aur apni naak ko Amrita ki naak se ragada (brushed her nose). "Main intezaar karunga. Geeti ab phatne ki kagaar par hai. Kal bank mein Raghavan ne use bulaya hai... aur main jaanta hoon wahan kya hoga."
Amrita ne Soham ki aankhon mein dekha aur ek gehri baat kahi. "Agar Didi ne dusre mardon ko date karna shuru kar diya... tab main poori tarah aapki hoon. Hum dono milkar unhe share karenge, par pehle unhe 'raste' par aane dijiye."
Soham ne Amrita ke gaal ko halke se chumma. "Woh raste par aa chuki hai Amrita. Aaj bank mein jo hoga, uske baad woh khud mangegi ki koi anjaan mard use chhuye."
Amrita ne ek naughty smile di aur kitchen ki taraf nikal gayi, Soham ko wahi tadapta hua chhod kar.

Bank ka record room (file room) hamesha shant, dhundhla aur purani files ki mehak se bhara hota tha. Wahan aam taur par koi aata-jata nahi tha. Geeti ek kone wale rack ke paas khadi agle quarter ke audit ki files dhoondh rahi thi.
Aaj usne wahi dark yellow transparent chiffon saree pehni thi. Saree itni barik thi ki kamre ki madham roshni mein bhi uske gore jism ka har ek mod, uski deep backless blouse ki dori, aur saree ke niche pehni hui patli lace panty ka outline saaf jhalak raha tha. Kal raat ke us wild 5K live stream aur apne hi hathon se kiye gaye us gande orgasm ke baad, Geeti ka jism aaj kisi aag ki tarah tap raha tha. Uski chandi ki payal har qadam par 'chhunn-chhunn' karke us sannate ko cheer rahi thi.
Tabhi, darwaza halke se khula aur band ho gaya.



Andar Raghavan aaya tha. Raghavan ne Geeti ka woh 'Live Stream' nahi dekha tha, use Geeti ke us gande raaz ke baare mein kuch nahi pata tha. Par pichle kuch dino se Geeti ka jo naya 'bold' aur 'seductive' roop usne dekha tha, usne is sakht Branch Head ke dimaag ko hawas se bhar diya tha. Ek aam, boring si manager aurat achanak se ek husn ki pari ban gayi thi, aur Raghavan jaise power-hungry mard ke liye aisi aurat ko hasil karna ek nasha ban chuka tha.
Raghavan ne apni qadmon ki aawaaz dabate hue Geeti ko piche se dekha. Geeti ka dhyaan files par tha. Raghavan ki nigaahein Geeti ki nangi gori peeth se hote hue uski patli kamar par ruki, jahan woh sone ki chain blue chiffon ke aar-paar halke se chamak rahi thi. Raghavan ka gala sookh gaya. Uska mardana guroor jaag utha. Woh koi sasta mazdoor ya chaprasi nahi tha jo achanak se chhoo le; woh ek boss tha, aur woh Geeti ko apne rutbe (power) aur charm se seduce karna chahta tha.
Geeti upar ki shelf se ek moti file nikalne ke liye apne pairo ke panjon par khadi hui. Uske stretch hote hi uski dark blue saree aur upar khisk gayi, uski gori naabhi (navel) aur kamar ka hissa poori tarah expose ho gaya.
Bina koi aawaaz kiye, Raghavan bilkul Geeti ke piche aakar khada ho gaya. Uske jism aur Geeti ki nangi peeth ke beech ab sirf ek inch ka fasla tha.
Jaise hi Geeti ka haath file tak pahuncha, Raghavan ne apna lamba aur mazboot haath Geeti ke bilkul upar se nikala aur us file ko pakad liya. Uska chauda seena Geeti ki peeth ko halke se, par behad 'intentional' tareeqe se chhu gaya.
Geeti ke jism mein bijli daud gayi. Usne jhatke se saans li aur uski payal baj uthi. Usne piche mudne ki koshish ki par Raghavan dono hathon ko rack par tika kar uske bilkul kareeb khada tha. Geeti ab rack aur Raghavan ke chaude jism ke beech poori tarah qaid ho chuki thi.
"Bhaari files nikalne ke liye kisi staff ko bula liya karo, Mrs. Geeti..." Raghavan ne uske bilkul kaan ke paas jhuk kar apni bhari, mardana aawaaz mein whisper kiya. Uske mehnge aftershave aur raw mardana garmi ki mehak ne Geeti ke nashe ko aur badha diya.



R-Raghavan Sir... aap?" Geeti ki aawaaz kaanp rahi thi. Woh ghabra rahi thi, par uska 'Hotwife' jism is powerful dominance par poori tarah excite ho raha tha. Uski panty apne aap geeli hone lagi.
"Main yahan se guzar raha tha, aur maine dekha ki meri sabse kaabil... aur sabse khoobsurat manager akele files dhoondh rahi hai," Raghavan ne apni aawaaz ko aur bhi deep aur seductive banate hue kaha. Woh piche nahi hata. Usne jaan-boojhkar apne nichle hisse ko Geeti ke bhari nitambon (hips) ke bilkul kareeb rakha. Raghavan ka lund uski formal pant mein sakht hone laga tha, aur Geeti ko uski garmi apni peeth par mehsoos ho rahi thi.
Raghavan zabardasti nahi kar raha tha, par woh Geeti ko feel karwa raha tha ki woh uski mutthi mein hai. Usne apna ek haath dhire se niche laya aur Geeti ki saree ke pallu ko halke se adjust karne ke bahaane, uski gori kamar ko apni ungli ke pichle hisse (back of his finger) se chhua.
Zzzzt. Ek current sa daud gaya Geeti ke jism mein. "S-Sir... koi aa jayega..." Geeti ne haanfte hue kaha. Uska sanskari dimaag use rok raha tha, par usne Raghavan ko piche dhakka nahi diya.
"Yahan koi nahi aata, Geeti," Raghavan ne uske kandhe par jhukte hue, uski gardan ke paas apni garam saans chhodi. "Tum aaj bohut... alag lag rahi ho. Yeh dark blue rang, aur yeh chain... tum janti ho na tum bank ke mardon ka dhyan kitna bhatka rahi ho? Mera dhyan kitna bhatka rahi ho?"
Geeti ne apni aankhein band kar lin. Uski saansein tez ho gayin, aur uska bhara hua seena Raghavan ki baazu se ragad khane laga. Raghavan apne power play ko aur aage badhane wala tha. Usne decide kar liya tha ki woh aaj Geeti ki is sone ki chain ko apne hathon se khholega. Uska haath Geeti ki naabhi ki taraf badhne hi wala tha...
"Ma'am? Geeti Ma'am? Aap yahan hain?"




Achanak file room ke bahar se Rohan (intern) ki aawaaz aayi aur darwaze ka handle ghooma.
Geeti ki aankhein jhatke se khulin. Dar ke maare usne aage ki taraf move karna chaha, par rack hone ki wajah se woh piche ki taraf giri (fell back). Uski nangi, gori peeth seedha Raghavan ke chaude seene se zor se takrayi aur uske bhari nitamb (hips) Raghavan ke sakht lund par ragad kha gaye.
Darwaza khula aur Rohan andar aaya. Uske haath mein kuch papers the.
Raghavan ne ek mili-second mein apna haath peeche kheench liya aur Geeti se do qadam door hat gaya. Par uske chehre par hawas aur achanak aayi is rukaawat ka behad gussa saaf dikh raha tha. Woh itna 'horny' ho chuka tha ki uske lund mein dard ho raha tha, aur theek uske shikaar ke u-turn lene ke waqt is intern ne sab kharab kar diya tha.
Geeti buri tarah haanf rahi thi, uska pallu thoda khiska hua tha aur uska chehra sharam aur darr se laal tha. Usne jaldi se khud ko sambhala.
"K-kya hai Rohan?" Geeti ne apni kaanpti hui aawaaz ko theek karne ki koshish ki.
Rohan ne Geeti aur Raghavan ko ek saath file room ke us chote se kone mein dekha. Use ajeeb zaroor laga, par usne Raghavan ki gusse se bhari nigaah dekh kar apni nazrein jhuka lin. "S-sorry Sir... Ma'am, woh cashier counter par ek signature chahiye the."
Raghavan ne apne suit ka button lagaya. Uski aankhein gusse se laal thin. Usne Rohan ko ek aisi nazar se dekha jaise use zinda chaba jayega. "Tumhe knock karna nahi sikhaya kisi ne? Go back to your desk. Madam abhi aa rahi hain."
"Y-yes Sir," Rohan ghabra kar wahan se nikal gaya.
File room mein phir se khamoshi chha gayi. Par is baar khamoshi mein romance nahi, Raghavan ka frustation bhara gussa tha. Usne Geeti ki taraf dekha. Geeti abhi bhi kaanp rahi thi, aur uski dark blue saree uske pasine se uski skin par chipak gayi thi.
Raghavan Geeti ke bilkul paas aaya, par is baar usne chhua nahi. Usne sirf Geeti ki aankhon mein dekha aur ek bhari, dhimi aawaaz mein kaha, "Tumhara yeh naya roop mere dimaag se nikal nahi raha hai, Geeti. Aur main jo cheez chahta hoon, use haasil karke rehta hoon. Aaj tum bach gayi... par kal humara 'official' meeting hoga... mere upar wale cabin mein. Be ready."
Raghavan apne leather shoes ko farsh par patakta hua wahan se nikal gaya, piche Geeti ko chhod kar... jo darr, sharam aur be-panah hawas ke nashe mein wahi rack ke sahare fisal kar zameen par baith gayi. Uski panty is chhote se 'close moment' mein hi poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi.

Bank se nikalte waqt Geeti ke jism ka tapmaan kisi ubalte hue paani jaisa tha. Raghavan ke us record room wale 'close encounter' ne uski rooh tak ko jhanjhana diya tha. Woh dark blue chiffon saree ab uske pasine se uski skin par chipak chuki thi, aur uski sone ki kamarband uski naabhi ke paas har saans ke saath tharthara rahi thi.
Geeti bus mein chadhi aur pichli khali seat par ja kar baith gayi. Bahar sham ka dhalta hua suraj aur sheher ki bheed dikh rahi thi, par Geeti ki aankhon mein sirf Raghavan ka woh sakht chehra aur Soham ki woh 'live stream' wali baatein ghoom rahi thin. Usne notice hi nahi kiya ki wahi purana mazdoor (labourer), wahi sasta aur ganda shakhs, dubaara uske bagal wali seat par aa kar baith gaya hai.
"Aaj toh aapne kamaal hi kar diya, Madam..." us mard ki bhari aur khurduri aawaaz Geeti ke kaan se takrayi.
Geeti jhatke se palti. Uska dil halkak kar halaq mein aa gaya. Wahi mard! Usne dekha ki us mard ki aankhon mein aaj ek alag hi kashish aur haq tha.
"T-tum phir se?" Geeti ne haklate hue kaha, par uski aawaaz mein woh manager wali sakhti bilkul gayab thi.
Us mard ne apna wahi purana phone nikala aur screen Geeti ke chehre ke paas kar di. "Maine aapka Live Show dekha. 5000 logon ke samne aapne jo jalwa dikhaya... uff! Yeh sone ki chain wahi hai na?" Usne apna account dikhaya, jisme usne Geeti ki har ek 'dirty' photo ko like kiya tha aur gande comments kiye the.


Geeti shock mein thi, par usse kahin zyada woh aroused thi. Use yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki uske is 'digital' gunah ka gawah uske bilkul bagal mein baitha hai. Usne dhire se sar hila diya (noded). Bus lagbhag khali thi, sirf aage ek-do log baithe the jo apni hi dhun mein the.
Geeti ne uthne ki koshish ki, "Mujhe... mujhe jaana hai."
Lekin us mard ka khurdura, matti se sana haath achanak Geeti ki dono jaanghon ke beech (between her thighs) aa gira. Usne Geeti ko uthne hi nahi diya. Chiffon ki patli saree ke paar se us mard ne Geeti ki woh 'heat' mehsoos kar li jo Raghavan ne bank mein paida ki thi.
"Kahan jayengi Madam? Abhi toh khel shuru hua hai," usne apna doosra haath Geeti ke nange kandhe (shoulder) par rakha aur use seat se chipka diya.
Geeti cheekhna chahti thi, par uske muh se aawaaz nahi nikli. Soham ne mahino se use chhua nahi tha, sirf 'tasks' diye the. Raghavan ne aaj dopahar use sirf 'vulnerable' (kamzor) banakar chhod diya tha. Geeti ko is waqt ek 'asli mard' ki raw mardangi ki zaroorat thi, bhale hi woh mard sasta aur ganda kyun na ho.
Us mazdoor ne apni ungliyan Geeti ki gori jaanghon par ragadna shuru kiya. "Mmmhh... kitni garm hain aap... jaise koi bhatti jal rahi ho."



Geeti ka badan akadne (ache) laga. Uske muh se dhimi-dhimi siskariyan (soft moans) nikalne lagin. Us mazdoor ne ab apni speed badha di. Woh uski jaanghon ko itni zor se ragad raha tha ki Geeti ko un khurdure hathon ki jalan mein ek ajeeb sa sukoon mil raha tha.
"Please... yahan nahi... ahhh..." Geeti ne aankhein kaskar band kar lin. Uski yellow saree ab us mard ke hathon mein kuchli ja rahi thi.
Us mard ne apna haath Geeti ki panty ke andar daalne ki koshish ki, par Geeti ne jhatke se uska haath pakad kar rok diya. Uska sanskari dimaag abhi bhi thoda bacha tha. "Nahi... itna nahi..."
Mazdoor ne ek shaitani muskurahat di aur apna haath panty ke upar se hi ragadna shuru kar diya.
"Theek hai Madam... upar se hi sahi." Usne apni hatheli ko Geeti ki us raseeli daraar par kaskar ragada. Geeti ki lace wali panty pehle hi bahaav (cum) se bhari geeli aur chip-chipi (heavy wet) ho chuki thi. Jab us mard ka haath us geelapan se takraya, toh bus ki seat par ek 'squish-squish' ki gandi aawaaz aane lagi.




Uff... kitna paani chhoda hai aapne... Husband ne bohut tadpaya lagta hai?" usne Geeti ke kaan mein gandi baat kahi.
Geeti ab kabu se bahar thi. Usne apna sar bus ki window par tika diya aur haanfne lagi. Us mard ki ragad itni tezi se badhi ki Geeti ko laga uska jism phat jayega.
"Ahhhh! Yes... oh God... mmmhhhh!"
Aur phir... bina kisi warning ke, Geeti ka jism jhatke khane laga. Woh panty ke upar se hi burst out (cum) ho gayi. Uska garam ras itni tezi se nikala ki us mazdoor ki hatheli poori tarah se bhig gayi. Usne Geeti ke us garm bahaav ki geelapan (wetness) ko apni mutthi mein mehsoos kiya.
"Hahahaha!" Woh mard jordaar hansa, ek victorious laugh. Usne apna geela haath Geeti ke chehre ke samne kiya. "Dekhiye Madam... aapki 'High Class' mardangi mere hathon mein beh rahi hai."
Geeti bedamm hokar seat par dher ho gayi. Uski blue saree par ab ek geela dhabba saaf dikh raha tha. Woh 'Manager' nahi rahi thi, woh sirf ek 'pyaasi aurat' thi jo ek mazdoor ke hathon bus mein hi tabaah ho gayi thi.


Bus ka stop nazdeek aa raha tha, aur Geeti ke jism ke andar ek bhayankar yuddh chal raha tha. Woh mazdoor ab aur bhi zyada nidar (bold) ho gaya tha. Usne Geeti ke kaan ke paas apna chehra laya, uski sasti bidi aur paseene ki teekhi smell Geeti ke 'high-class' perfume ke saath mil kar ek ajeeb hi nasha paida kar rahi thi.
"Madam... agla stop mera hai. Mere saath chaliye... ek baar mere saath us kacchi basti mein chaliye, aapko jannat ka maza chakha dunga," usne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha.
Geeti ne ek pal ke liye apni aankhein band kin aur imagine kiya—ek purani, toot-footi khatiya (cot), ek andhera kamra jahan sirf ek sasta pankha chal raha ho, aur yeh mazdoor use kisi janwar ki tarah, bina kisi tameez ke, apni raw mardangi se kuchal raha ho. Usne imagine kiya ki yeh ganda mard use kisi kutti ki tarah khatiya par patak kar uske is 'Manager' wale guroor ko mitti mein mila dega. Us khayal se hi Geeti ki chut mein ek ajeeb si 'chulbul' (tingling) mach gayi, uska jism phir se garam hone laga.
Lekin uska bacha-kucha 'Sanskari' dimaag aur bank ki izzat ne use rok liya. "Nahi... main nahi aa sakti. Mujhe ghar jaana hai," usne haanfte hue mana kar diya.
Mazdoor ko pata tha ki Geeti ab poori tarah uske jaal mein hai. Usne ek gehri nazar Geeti ki blue saree par pade us geele dhabbe par daali jo abhi-abhi uske cum se bana tha. "Theek hai Madam... mat aaiye. Lekin mujhe apna ek 'tohfa' dekar jaiye." Usne Geeti ki jaanghon ke beech hath pherte hue dhime se kaha, "Mujhe apni yeh geeli panty chahiye."
Geeti ka dil dhak-dhak karne laga. "Kya? Pagal ho gaye ho? Main... main kaise...?"
"Dena toh padega Madam, varna main yahi bus mein shor macha dunga ki Bank Manager Madam mere saath kya gul khila rahi thin," usne blackmail karte hue kaha, par uski aankhon mein hawas saaf thi.
Geeti ne charon taraf dekha. Bus lagbhag khali thi, par stop aane wala tha. Use pata tha ki yeh mard use aise hi nahi chhodega. Usne ek behad besharm faisla liya. Usne apni blue saree ko dhire se upar kheencha, itna ki uski gori jaanghein mazdoor ko dikhne lagin. Usne apne jism ko thoda lachkaya aur apni lace wali geeli panty ko dhire-dhire niche sarkaane lagi.
Slurp... Uski panty itni zyada geeli aur chip-chipi thi ki jab woh uski skin se alag hui, toh ek raseeli aawaaz aayi. Geeti ne apni dono taangein thodi kholi aur us mard ki hatheli par apni woh garam, raseeli aur badbudar (musky) panty rakh di.



Mazdoor ne woh geeli panty li aur turant use apne chehre par chipka liya. Usne Geeti ke us garm bahaav ki mehak ko gehri saans ke saath apne andar khincha aur use chaatne (lick) laga. "Uff... kya swad hai aapka, Madam!"

Geeti ka stop aa gaya tha. Woh bedamm halat mein khadi hui, apne pallu ko adjust kiya aur ladkhadate qadmon se bus se niche utar gayi. Usne piche mudkar nahi dekha, par use mehsoos ho raha tha ki uski saree ke niche ab woh nangi hai, bina kisi underwear ke, aur uska cum abhi bhi uski jaanghon par beh raha hai.




Geeti jab ghar pahunchi, toh darwaza Soham ne khola. Soham ne dekha ki Geeti ke chehre par ek ajeeb sa 'empty' look tha, jaise uska sab kuch loot chuka ho.
"Geeti? Itni late? Aur tumhari saree... yeh geela nishaan kaisa hai?" Soham ne jaan-boojhkar pucha, halanki woh sab samajh raha tha.
Geeti ne bina kuch kahe Soham ko gale lagaya aur uske kaan mein whisper kiya, "Soham... main... main bus mein apni panty de aayi hoon. Main nangi hoon niche se... aur main darr rahi hoon ki mujhe yeh 'gandagi' itni pasand kyun aa rahi hai."
Soham ne Geeti ki kamar ko kaskar pakda aur uski sone ki chain ko mehsoos kiya. "Kyunki tum ab 'DesiHotwife' ho, Geeti. Aur tumhari story par itne DMs aaye hain ki tum soch bhi nahi sakti. 
Geeti ne aankhein band kar lin. Woh darr rahi thi, par uski chut abhi bhi us mazdoor ke ehsaas se tadap rahi rahi thi.

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Agli subah ki dhoop ghar ke living room mein aa rahi thi. Raat ke us toofan aur bus ke us gande hadse ke baad, subah ka mahaul thoda shant aur 'cozy' tha. Geeti ek aam, dhili-dhali, oversized t-shirt aur cotton ke shorts pehne hue rui (cushion) par piche tek lagaye baithi thi. Uske haath mein coffee ka mug tha, aur uski uljhi hui zulfen uske chehre par gir rahi thin. Soham bhi uske bagal mein baitha tha, apna phone check kar raha tha.
Geeti ki taangein Soham ki god mein thin, aur woh dono raat ki us madhoshi aur us bus wale mazdoor ki baatein dhimi aawaaz mein kar rahe the. Ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha—ek husband aur wife ke beech apne sabse gande raaz share karne ka sukoon.
Tabhi Soham ka phone bja. Screen par 'Mummy' flash ho raha tha.
Soham ne phone uthaya. "Haan Maa... kya? Aap log station par ho? Mumbai aa gaye? Seedha ghar aa rahe ho... theek hai, theek hai, aaiye."
Soham ne phone kaata aur uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. "Geeti... Mom aur Dad sheher mein hain. Woh log seedha yahan aa rahe hain, bas 15 minute mein pahunch jayenge!"
Geeti ka coffee ka mug hath se chhootne se baal-baal bacha. "Kya?! Abhi? Oh my god!"
Ek second pehle jo aurat 'Hotwife' banne ke sapne dekh rahi thi, woh ab achanak se ek ghabrayi hui bahu ban gayi. Geeti bed se aisi uchhli jaise current laga ho. "Soham, jaldi se living room saaf karo! Woh dildo aur wo gande kapde bathroom se hatao!"
Geeti bhagti hui bedroom mein gayi. Usne apne kapdon ki almirah kholi. Aaj use apni cleavage, apni back ya apni kamar nahi dikhani thi. Aaj use wahi purani 'sojwal' (sanskari) Geeti banna tha. Usne jaldi se ek traditional, bhari hui maroon cotton-silk ki saree nikali. Usne ek proper, high-neck blouse pehna aur saree ko aise bandha ki uske jism ka ek inch bhi expose na ho. Pallu ko kandhe par kaskar pin-up kar liya. Aaine ke saamne khade hokar usne apni maang mein lamba sindoor bhara, mathe par ek badi si maroon bindi lagayi, aur apne baalon ka ek neat juda (bun) bana liya.
Par ek gandi aadat jo usse nahi chhuti... usne saree ke andar petticoat toh pehna, par apni naabhi par bandhi woh sone ki kamarband (waist chain) nahi utari. Woh chain abhi bhi uski skin se chipki hui thi, ek chhupa hua raaz bankar, jo use har pal yaad dila raha tha ki is sanskari roop ke piche woh kitni gandi ho chuki hai.
Theek 15 minute baad doorbell baji.
Geeti ne jaldi se ek gehri saans li, apne chehre par ek masoom, aadarsh bahu wali muskurahat laayi aur darwaza khola.
Darwaze par uske saas-sasur khade the, aur unke theek piche khada tha ek lamba, dubla-patla, jawan ladka. Woh Soham ka chacha ka beta, Aditya tha.


"Namaste Mummy ji, Namaste Papa ji," Geeti ne aage badhkar bilkul aadarsh bahu ki tarah un dono ke pair chhue. Unhone aashirwad diya.
"Arre Bhabhi, aur main?" piche se ek behad energetic aur josh se bhari aawaaz aayi. Aditya aage aaya. Woh bees (20) saal ka jawan, fresh college graduate tha. Uske chehre par ek masoomiyat thi, par uski aankhon mein naye sheher aur azaadi ki chamak thi. Usne simple t-shirt aur jeans pehni thi.
"Hii Bhaiya! Hii Bhabhi!" Aditya ne ek chaudi muskurahat ke saath kaha.
"Aditya! Kaisa hai tu? Itna bada ho gaya," Geeti ne muskurate hue kaha, halanki uski nazrein thodi jhuki hui thin, bilkul ek sharmili bhabhi ki tarah.
Sab log living room mein aakar baith gaye. Aditya ki baten shuru ho gayin, woh bohut excited tha. "Bhaiya, mera B.Tech poora ho gaya aur mujhe yahi Nanded ke IT park mein job mil gayi hai! Ab se main yahi rahunga aapke hi sheher mein. Papa ne kaha ki pehle 2-3 din aapke paas ruk jaaun, jab tak mera PG ya flat final nahi ho jata."
Soham ne Geeti ki taraf ek ajeeb si teerchi nazar se dekha. Ghar mein ek 20 saal ka jawan ladka, jiska khoon poori tarah garm hai, woh unke saath rukne wala tha.
"Arre bilkul, yeh bhi koi poochne ki baat hai. Tu aaram se ruk," Soham ne muskura kar kaha.
Geeti jaldi se kitchen mein chali gayi chai aur nashta banane. Woh gas ke paas khadi thi, dudh ubalne ka intezaar kar rahi thi. Uski bhari saree uske jism ko poori tarah dhake hue thi, par andar hi andar use ajeeb si chulbulahat ho rahi thi. Kal hi usne 5000 logon ke samne apni nangi peeth dikhayi thi, aur kal hi usne ek mazdoor ko apni geeli panty di thi. Aur aaj? Aaj woh apne sasur aur ek 20 saal ke devar ke liye chai chhan rahi thi. Yeh 'dual life' (dohri zindagi) ka thriller Geeti ke nashe ko aur bada raha tha.
Tabhi kitchen ka darwaza dhakel kar Aditya andar aa gaya.
"Lao Bhabhi, main tray pakad leta hoon," Aditya ne masoomiyat se kaha aur Geeti ke bilkul bagal mein aakar khada ho gaya.
Geeti ne ek qadam piche liya. "Arre nahi Adi, tum baitho, main le aati hoon."


Aditya ne Geeti ki taraf dekha. Uski nazrein ek devar wali hi thin, par uski jawan aankhon ne Geeti ki us bhari saree aur uski bhari-bhari sanskari chhaati ko ek second ke liye ghoor liya. "Bhabhi... aap pehle se bhi zyada khoobsurat ho gayi hain. Kasam se, Bhaiya bohut lucky hain."
Aditya ka yeh innocent compliment tha, par Geeti, jiska dimaag ab ek 'Hotwife' ka ban chuka tha, uske pet mein ek gudi-gudi si hui. Uske kaano mein mazdoor aur 5000 followers ki gandi baatein goonjne lagin. Usne dhire se apni palke jhuka lin. "Shaitaan ho gaya hai tu... chal chai le ja."
Aditya tray lekar bahar chala gaya. Geeti ne ek gehri saans li aur apni kamarband ko saree ke upar se hi halke se dabaya. Uska jism is jawan, anjaan aur 'forbidden' (varjit) devar ki maujudgi se garm hone laga tha.
Living room mein aakar Geeti sasur ji ke paas sofe par simat kar baith gayi. Soham use continuously ghoor raha tha. Soham jaanta tha ki Geeti ki us bhari aur sanskari maroon saree ke andar wohi 'DesiHotwife_G' chhupi baithi hai jo kal raat machal rahi thi.
Mummy ji baten kar rahi thin, "Geeti beta, bank kaisa chal raha hai? Bahut mehnat padti hogi na?"
Geeti ne ek 'good girl' ki tarah aawaaz ko narm banate hue jawab diya, "Ji Mummy ji, thoda kaam hota hai... par Soham bohut support karte hain, toh sambhal jata hai."
Soham ne muskurate hue apna paair table ke niche se dhire se aage badhaya aur Geeti ki saree ke aakhiri chhor (border) ko halke se apne pairo se chhua. Geeti ka jism ainth gaya, par usne apne chehre par koi bhaav nahi aane diya.
Ek taraf Raghavan bank mein uske jism ko nochne ka intezaar kar raha tha, aur ab ghar mein ek 20 saal ka jawan aur bhookha intern jaisa devar, Aditya, unke saath rehne aa gaya tha. Geeti ki dohri zindagi ab aur bhi zyada khatarnak aur gandi hone wali thi.

Mumbai ki raftar aur uski garmi ke beech, Geeti ka ghar aaj ek adarsh 'parivar' ka namuna bana hua tha. Amrita bhi kitchen mein Geeti ka hath bataney aa gayi thi, aur dono behenein milkar sas-sasur ke liye unka pasandida khana bana rahi thin. Geeti ne apne hosh-o-hawaas par poora kabu rakha tha—uski baatein, uski muskurahat, aur uska vyavhar bilkul ek "Sojwal" (pavitra) bahu jaisa tha jo apne parivar ki har zaroorat ka khayal rakhti hai.
Dopehar ka khana khane ke baad, Mummy ji aur Papa ji thoda araam karne ke liye apne kamre mein chale gaye. Amrita bhi thodi der ke liye apne phone mein busy ho gayi. Living room mein ab sirf Soham aur Aditya baithe baatein kar rahe the.
Geeti ne dekha ki ab thoda 'safe' mahaul hai. Usne dheere se apne kandhe se pallu ki pin nikali aur use thoda 'loose' karke dubara kandhe par aise rakha ki woh bar-bar niche sarakne ki koshish kare. Uski maroon saree ke niche uska gora badan ab thoda saans lene laga tha.
"Adi, thoda thanda piyoge? Garmi bahut hai bahar," Geeti ne kitchen se awaz lagayi.
"Haan Bhabhi, kyun nahi!" Aditya ne utsaah (excitement) se kaha.
Geeti ne ek tray mein glass rakha aur bahar aayi. Jab woh Aditya ke paas pahunchi, toh usne jaan-boojhkar tray ko thoda niche rakha. Jaise hi woh Aditya ke samne jhuki (bended) drink dene ke liye, uska loose pallu thoda aur sarak gaya. Geeti ki bhari hui cleavage aur uski nangi, gori gardan ka gehra nazaara bilkul Aditya ki nazron ke samne tha.
Aditya, jo abhi naya-naya graduate hua tha aur Mumbai ki chaka-chondh dekh raha tha, apni Bhabhi ka yeh naya aur 'bold' avatar dekh kar bilkul laal (red) ho gaya. Usne turant apni nazrein churayi, par uski jawan aankhon ne woh nazaara kaid kar liya tha. Uska gala sookh gaya aur usne jhat se glass uthaya.
Geeti ne dekha ki Aditya ki saansein thodi tez ho gayi hain. Use samajh aa gaya ki uske is chhote se 'accident' ne is 20 saal ke ladke ke andar ek toofaan khada kar diya hai. Aditya ke chehre par wahi 'crush' wali vibe thi jo ek jawan devar ki apni sundar bhabhi ke liye hoti hai.


Geeti ne dikhawa kiya jaise usne kuch notice hi nahi kiya. Woh dheere se muskurayi (giggled) aur baal piche karte hue kitchen ki taraf nikal gayi. Uski payal ki awaz ne Aditya ke dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa sangeet chhed diya tha.
Kitchen mein aakar Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. "Abhi toh sirf shuruat hai, Adi," usne apne mann mein socha. Uske jism mein ek ajeeb si thartharahat thi. Use maza aa raha tha ki ek taraf uska Boss uske piche hai, aur ab ghar mein hi ek masoom shikar taiyar ho raha hai.

Sham hote-hote, Mumbai ki baarish shuru ho gayi. Soham ne Geeti ko kitchen mein akele paakar piche se pakad liya.
"Maine dekha Adi kaise tumhe ghoor raha tha," Soham ne uske kaan mein whisper kiya. "Woh bechara toh pehli baar itni 'hot' bhabhi dekh raha hai."
Geeti ne piche mudkar Soham ki aankhon mein dekha. "Woh abhi bachha hai Soham... par haan, uska sharmana mujhe bada 'cute' lag raha hai."
Soham ne ek naughty smile di. "Bachha nahi hai, jawan hai. Aur Mumbai ki is barish mein, jab Mummy-Papa so jayenge, tab hum Adi ke saath ek 'chhota sa game' khelenge. Kya kehti ho?"
Geeti ne sharam se apni palke jhuka lin, par uska hath uski naabhi par bandhi sone ki chain par chala gaya.

Raat ke 12 baj chuke the. Mumbai ki baarish bahar khidkiyon par dastak de rahi thi, aur ghar ke andar ek ajeeb si zehreli khamoshi thi. Mummy-Papa apne kamre mein so chuke the, aur Amrita bhi apne room mein thi. Aditya living room ke bade se sofa-cum-bed par leta hua tha, par use neend nahi aa rahi thi. Uske dimaag mein baar-baar wahi dopahar wala nazaara ghoom raha tha—Bhabhi ki woh geheri cleavage aur unki payal ki jhankaar.
Soham ne bedroom mein Geeti ko ek 'Dare' diya tha. "Geeti, aaj raat Adi ko soney nahi dena hai. Par yaad rakhna, aisa kuch mat karna ki usey shak ho jaye. Bas usey tadpana hai... usey dikhao ki uski Bhabhi kitni 'careless' aur 'hot' hai."
Geeti ne ek behad patli, satin ki baby-pink nighty pehni thi. Nighty ka gala itna gehra tha ki uske ubhaar (breasts) aadhe se zyada bahar jhank rahe the. Sabse khatarnak baat yeh thi ki usne andar bra nahi pehni thi. AC ki thandak se uske sakht nipples saaf taur par nighty ke kapde ko cheer kar bahar 'poke' kar rahe the.
Geeti dhire se dabe paon living room mein aayi. Usne dekha Aditya mobile chala raha tha.


"Adi... soye nahi abhi tak?" Geeti ne behad narm aur madhosh aawaaz mein pucha aur uske bilkul saamne wale single sofa par baith gayi.

Aditya jhatke se uth kar baith gaya. "N-nahi Bhabhi, bas neend nahi aa rahi thi. Aap kyun jagi hain?" Usne koshish ki Geeti ki aankhon mein dekhne ki, par uski nazrein baar-baar un do 'points' par atak rahi thin jo nighty ke niche se usey ghoor rahe the.
"Bas, pyaas lagi thi toh socha tumse thodi baat kar loon," Geeti ne muskurate hue kaha. Usne ek pair doosre pair par chadhaya (cross-legged), jisse uski gori nangi jaanghein nighty ke niche se poori ujaagar ho gayin. "Aur sunao... Mumbai mein koi girlfriend banayi ya nahi? Itne handsome ho, koi toh hogi college mein?"
Aditya sharma gaya, uska chehra laal hone laga. "Nahi Bhabhi... abhi tak toh koi nahi hai. Bas padhai mein busy tha."
"Hmm... jhooth bol rahe ho," Geeti ne shararat se kaha aur apne baal upar karke unhe baandhne (tie her hair) ka natak karne lagi. Jaise hi usne dono haath upar uthaye, uski nighty upar khich gayi aur uske seene ke ubhaar aur bhi zyada tan gaye. Uske nipples nighty ke patle kapde par bilkul saaf ubhar kar aa gaye.


Aditya ka gala sookh gaya. Woh kisi hypnotized insaan ki tarah Bhabhi ke us jism ko dekh raha tha. Tabhi, plan ke mutabik, Geeti ne apne haath se hair clutcher (clip) niche gira diya.
"Oh fish! Gir gaya..." Geeti ne dhire se kaha aur wahi baite-baite niche jhuki (bended down) usey uthane ke liye.
Jaise hi woh jhuki, uski loose nighty ka V-neck gala poori tarah latak gaya. Aditya ke liye yeh nazaara kisi jannat se kam nahi tha. Uske thik saamne Bhabhi ki do badi, gori aur bhari hui chhaatiyan (boobs) thin, jo bina bra ke latak rahi thin. Usne dekha ki kaise unka gehra bhura rang (nipples) uski nazron ke thik saamne tharthara raha tha.
Aditya ka lund uski cotton shorts mein ek sakht boner ban kar khada ho gaya. Usey mehsoos ho raha tha ki uska pajama phat jayega. Woh darr raha tha, par woh apni nigaahein hata nahi pa raha tha.


Geeti ne clutcher uthaya aur upar aayi. Usne ek sarsari nazar Aditya ke shorts par daali aur wahan ubaal maarti hui uski mardangi (boner) ko dekh kar andar hi andar muskurayi. Usey pata chal gaya tha ki usne apna kaam kar diya hai.
"Chalo Adi, kaafi der ho gayi. So jao ab... warna kal office mein neend aayegi," Geeti ne uthte hue kaha. Usne jaan-boojhkar Aditya ke kandhe par halke se haath rakha aur thoda jhuk kar uske kaan ke paas kaha, "Goodnight, Adi... sweet dreams."
Geeti mudi aur apne bedroom ki taraf nikal gayi, uski payal ki chhunn-chhunn ne Aditya ki tadap ko aur badha diya.
Aditya wahi bed par akda hua reh gaya. Uski saansein tez thin aur uska haath apne aap apne pajama ki taraf jaane laga. Woh jaanta tha ki aaj raat usey apni Bhabhi ke isi 'V-neck' nazaare ke naam par khud ko shaant karna padega.
Bedroom mein jaate hi Soham ne darwaza lock kiya aur Geeti ko deewar se sata diya. "Maine sab dekha, Geeti. Woh ladka toh abhi tak kaanp raha hoga."
Geeti ne haanfte hue Soham ke gale mein haath dale. "Soham... woh kitna 'hard' ho gaya tha. Mujhe darr lag raha hai... par maza bhi aa raha hai."

Mumbai ki subah ki taazgi aur baarish ke baad ki thandi hawa ne ghar ka mahaul bada hi sukoon-bhara bana diya tha, lekin Geeti aur Aditya ke beech ek ankahi bechaini deewaron mein tair rahi thi.
Soham subah-subah apne Mummy-Papa ko unke kisi rishtedar ke yahan chhodne gaya tha, aur Amrita abhi tak apne kamre mein so rahi thi. Kitchen mein sirf Geeti thi, jo pink color ki ek cotton saree mein lipat kar nashta bana rahi thi. Raat ki us 'Naughty Pink Nighty' ki jagah ab is sanskari saree ne le li thi, par Aditya ke dimaag mein abhi bhi wahi 'v-neck' wala nazaara kisi film ki tarah chal raha tha.
Aditya kitchen ke darwaze par aakar khada ho gaya. Uska chehra thoda utra hua tha, shayad raat bhar ki us tadap aur neend na aane ki wajah se.
"Good morning, Bhabhi," usne thodi hichkichahat ke saath kaha.
Geeti mudi, uske chehre par wahi masoom 'Manager' wali muskurahat thi, jaise raat ko kuch hua hi na ho. "Good morning Adi! Arre, aaj toh badi jaldi uth gaye? Raat ko sweet dreams aaye ya nahi?" usne jaan-boojhkar shararat se pucha.
Aditya ka chehra ek pal mein tamatar ki tarah laal ho gaya. Usne apni nazrein churayi aur kitchen ke counter par rakhe seb (apple) se khelne laga. "Ji... aaye toh the. Par Mumbai ki garmi thodi zyada hai na, toh neend baar-baar khul rahi thi."
Geeti dhire se hansi. "Garmi toh hai, Adi. Par Mumbai mein rehna hai toh aadat daalni padegi." Woh uske paas aayi aur uske haath se seb lekar kaatne lagi. Uske paas aate hi uski wahi mehak Aditya ke hosh udane lagi. Aditya ne notice kiya ki Bhabhi ne aaj saree thodi kaskar baandhi hai, par unki kamar par woh sone ki chain halke se hil rahi thi.
"Adi, tumne mera number save kiya ya nahi?" Geeti ne achanak pucha. "Tum naye ho sheher mein, kahin rasta bhatak gaye ya koi kaam hua toh mujhe call kar sakte ho. Soham toh aksar meetings mein busy rehta hai."
Aditya ne turant apna phone nikaala. "Nahi Bhabhi, abhi kar leta hoon."
Geeti ne apna number bataya aur Aditya ne 'Geeti Bhabhi ' naam se save kar liya. Number save karte hi Aditya ne ek baar phir Geeti ki taraf dekha. Woh ab uske liye sirf ek badi behen jaisi bhabhi nahi rahi thi, balki woh ek aisi aurat ban chuki thi jisne uske jawan khoon mein aag laga di thi.
"Bhabhi, main aaj PG dekhne ja raha hoon..." Aditya ne thoda udas hokar kaha. "Shayad kal-parso tak shift ho jaun."
Geeti ne kaam roka aur Aditya ki aankhon mein dekha. "Itni jaldi kya hai? Jab tak achha PG nahi milta, yahi ruko na. Humein bhi achha lagega." Usne Aditya ke baazu par halke se haath rakha. Us sparsh (touch) ne Aditya ke poore jism mein ek current dauda diya.
Tabhi bahar se gaadi ki aawaaz aayi. Soham wapas aa gaya tha.
"Adi! Taiyar ho? Chalo, aaj tumhara PG final kar dete hain," Soham ne hall se aawaaz lagayi.
Aditya ne ek aakhiri baar Geeti ki taraf dekha. Geeti ne use ek 'wink' kiya (aankh maari) jo itni fast thi ki agar koi aur hota toh dekh nahi paata. Aditya ka dil zor se dhadakne laga. Woh Soham ke saath nikal gaya, par uska dimaag aur uska phone ab Geeti ke raaz se jud chuka tha.

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Dopehar ka waqt tha aur bank ki AC ki thandak ke beech Geeti apne cabin mein baithi files check kar rahi thi. Aaj usne ek kaafi 'decent' aur sadharan si cotton saree pehni thi, pallu ko kaskar pin kiya hua tha—bilkul ek zimmedar manager ki tarah. Par is shareef libaas ke niche, uski gori naabhi par bandhi woh sone ki kamarband (waist chain) har saans ke saath uski skin ko chhoo rahi thi, use yaad dila rahi thi ki woh andar se kitni gandi ho chuki hai.
Kaam ke beech uska dimaag bhatakne laga. Usne apna personal phone nikaala aur apna woh 'Secret' private account khola. Jaise hi usne notifications check kiye, uski saans atak gayi.
Uske purane photos aur kal raat ke live stream ke screenshots par hazaron gande comments aur dirty replies ki baadh aayi hui thi.
 * "Iska badan dekh kar lagta hai iski chut kitni pyaasi hogi."
 * "I want to rip that saree and see what's underneath."
 * "Manager Ma'am, ek baar mil lo... poori raat bistar par kutti bana kar chodunga."
Geeti ne ek-ek comment padha. Woh 'dirty words' padh kar uski chut mein ek tez chulbulahat hone lagi. Woh itni zyada garm (horny) ho gayi ki usne cabin ka darwaza andar se lock kar diya. Usne kursi par piche tek lagayi aur apni aankhein band kar lin.
Uska dimaag use wapas us bus wale safar mein le gaya. Woh pehli baar tha jab Soham ke alawa kisi anjaan, gande aur raas (raw) mard ne use chhua tha. Us mazdoor ke wo matti se sane khurdure haath, uski wo sasti smell, aur jis tarah usne bus ki seat par hi Geeti ki panty ke upar se use ragad kar jhadwa (cum) diya tha... woh ehsaas Geeti ke dimaag se nikal hi nahi raha tha.
"Kya mujhe kisi se milna chahiye?" usne khud se sawal kiya.


Uska ek hissa darr raha tha, par doosra hissa ab poori tarah se 'explore' karna chahta tha. Woh ab sirf screen ke piche se dikhane se thak chuki thi. Use woh asli dard, woh asli mardana garmi aur woh 'dirty experience' chahiye tha jo sirf ek anjaan mard hi de sakta tha. Use khayal aaya ki agar koi use kisi saste hotel ke kamre mein le jaye, uski saree faad de, aur use ek ra*di ki tarah use kare... toh use kaisa lagega?
Usne apna haath dhire se apni saree ke pallu ke niche dala aur apne nange pet par ungliyan pherne lagi. Uska jism abhi se kaanp raha tha. Woh 'confusion' mein thi, par uski hawas uske darr par bhari pad rahi thi.
"Mujhe dekhna hai ki jab koi anjaan mard mujhe sach mein nochta hai, toh kaisa lagta hai," usne haanfte hue bud-budaya. Usne faisla kiya ki woh ab sirf 'virtual' nahi rahegi. Woh kisi aise shakhs ko dhundegi jo use woh 'raw aur dirty' maza de sake jo Soham ki 'planning' mein shayad kahin kho gaya tha.
Uski panty abhi se geeli aur chip-chipi hone lagi thi. Cabin ki khamoshi mein use sirf apni tez dhadkan sunayi de rahi thi. Geeti ab ek aisi daldal mein utarne ke liye taiyar thi jahan se wapsi ka koi rasta nahi tha.

Shaam ki Mumbai ki bheed bhari bus mein Geeti ki nazrein us gande 'majdoor' ko dhoond rahi thin. Uska jism bank ki us thandi kursi par baithe-baithe itna garam ho chuka tha ki woh chahti thi ki wahi mard dubaara aaye, uska hath pakde aur use kisi andheri gali mein le jaakar uski saree taar-taar kar de. Par aaj woh wahan nahi tha. Geeti ek ajeeb si chulbulahat aur adhurepan ke saath ghar pahunchi.
Ghar ka mahaul kaafi raunak bhara tha. Aditya ka PG final ho gaya tha, jo wahan se kuch hi kilometer ki doori par tha. Soham, Amrita aur Aditya sab hall mein baithe 'gupshup' kar rahe the. Kal se Adi wahan nahi hoga, is khayal ne ghar mein ek naya excitement aur thodi udaasi bhar di thi.
Geeti ne kitchen mein jaakar Adi ki pasand ka khana banana shuru kiya. Usne maroon rang ki ek cotton saree pehni thi, par aaj usne blouse ke niche kuch nahi pehna tha—uska seena bina kisi kaid ke us kapde ke niche azaad tha. Jab woh rotiyan bel rahi thi, toh uske badan ki garmi aur kitchen ki aag milkar use paseene se bhigo rahi thin.
Aditya baar-baar kitchen ke chakkar laga raha tha. Woh Geeti ko chori-chori dekh raha tha. Uske dimaag mein kal raat ka wo 'V-neck' wala nazaara aur bhabhi ke wo nange nipples abhi bhi aag laga rahe the. Geeti ne notice kiya ki Adi uske paas aate hi restless (bechain) ho jata hai. Uska chehra laal ho jata aur uski nazrein Geeti ki patli kamar aur us sone ki chain par atak jaati thin jo saree ke halka sarakne par jhalak uthti thi.
"Bhabhi... kal se toh mujhe hostel ka ganda khana khana padega," Adi ne udas hokar kitchen ke counter ke paas khade hokar kaha.
Geeti ne piche mudkar use dekha. Usne dekha ki wo 'bachha' uske husn ki aag mein jal raha hai. Uska jawan lund uski jeans mein kaskar ek ubhaar bana raha tha. Geeti ko us par taras bhi aaya aur maza bhi. Usne socha, "Ye bechara kal ja raha hai... kyun na ise thoda khush kar diya jaye? Ye toh ghar ka bachha hai, iska haq banta hai."
"Arre Adi, pareshan kyun hote ho? Tumhara PG paas hi toh hai. Jab mann kare aa jaana, main tumhe apne hath se khilungi," Geeti ne behad raseeli aawaaz mein kaha.
Woh Adi ke bilkul kareeb aayi, itni kareeb ki uske jism ki mehak aur uske bina-bra wale seene ki garmi Adi ko mehsoos hone lagi. Geeti ne jaan-boojhkar apna gora hath Adi ke gaal par phera. "Aur agar khane ke alawa kuch aur chahiye ho... toh bhabhi ko call kar dena, bhulna mat."


Adi ki saans atak gayi. Usne dekha ki Geeti ki saree ka pallu thoda niche sarak gaya hai, jisse uske gaur-varn (fair) ubhaar ka upari hissa saaf dikh raha tha. Geeti ne uski aankhon mein dekha aur ek aisi shaitani muskurahat di jo sirf ek 'dirty' aurat hi de sakti hai.
Raat ka khana sabne maze se khaya, par Adi ka dhyaan sirf Geeti ke har move par tha. Woh jab bhi paani dene jhukti ya roti parosne ke liye aage aati, Adi ka boner aur bhi sakht ho jata. Geeti ko maza aa raha tha use tadpane mein. Use lag raha tha ki Raghavan aur us majdoor ke pehle, kyun na is 'ghar ke mard' se hi apna naya khel shuru kiya jaye.


"Adi, aaj raat ki packing mein main tumhari madad karungi...  Geeti ne dhire se uske kaan mein kaha jab woh thali utha rahi thi.
Adi ne sirf sar hilaya.

Raat ke 1 baj rahe the. Pura ghar khamoshi ki chadar odhe so raha tha, lekin living room mein halchal thi. Aditya ke suitcase khule pade the aur Geeti uski packing mein madad kar rahi thi.
Geeti ne wahi behad patli, satin ki blue nighty pehni thi jo uske jism par kisi doosri chamdi ki tarah chipki hui thi. Is bar bhi usne andar bra nahi pehni thi. AC ki thandak aur Aditya ki maujudgi ne uske seene ko aur bhi sakht kar diya tha—uske nipples nighty ke kapde ko cheer kar bahar jhank rahe the, jaise Aditya ko dawat de rahe hon.
Geeti ko pata tha ki yeh galat hai, par uske dimaag mein ek ajeeb sa 'pity' (taras) tha. Use lag raha tha ki yeh masoom bachha kal se hostel ke us gande kamre mein akela rahega, na koi khayal rakhne wala hoga, na koi pyar dene wala. Usne socha, "Bechara Adi... kal se toh taras jayega. Chalo, aaj ise thoda 'khush' karke bhejti hoon." Lekin yeh 'khushi' dene ka tareeqa behad ganda aur taboo tha.
"Adi, yeh shirts yahan side mein rakh do," Geeti ne jhukte hue kaha. Jaise hi woh suitcase ke upar jhuki (bended low), uski loose nighty ka gala poori tarah latak gaya.
Aditya, jo bagal mein baitha socks fold kar raha tha, uska dimaag sanna gaya. Uske thik saamne Bhabhi ke do bhari, gore aur bina-bra wale seene (boobs) kisi jhule ki tarah hawa mein latak rahe the. Usne dekha ki kaise unka gehra rang uski nazron ke thik saamne tharthara raha tha. Aditya ka lund uski cotton shorts mein ek lohe ki rod ki tarah sakht (hard boner) ho gaya.

Geeti ne tirchi nazar se Aditya ke pajama ki taraf dekha. Wahan ek bada sa ubhaar saaf dikh raha tha. Use excitement ho rahi thi ki ek 20 saal ka jawan 'bachha' uske jism ko dekh kar pagal ho raha hai.
"Kya hua Adi? Itne restless kyun ho rahe ho?" Geeti ne masoomiyat ka natak karte hue pucha aur apna gora haath 'unintentionally' Aditya ki jaangh par rakha.
Aditya ki saans atak gayi. Geeti ki hatheli ki garmi uski skin ko jala rahi thi. "K-kuch nahi Bhabhi... bas neend aa rahi hai."
"Jhooth mat bolo... tumhari dhadkan toh kuch aur hi keh rahi hai," Geeti ne raseeli aawaaz mein kaha. Woh aur bhi kareeb aayi, itni kareeb ki uske nange nipples Aditya ke baazu (arm) se halke se ragad (graze) kha gaye.
Aditya ka poora jism kaanp utha. Geeti ne dekha ki Aditya ki aankhon mein hawas aur sharam ka ek ajeeb mixture tha. Usne socha, "Ise thoda aur tadpati hoon... yeh yaad rakhega ki Mumbai mein iski ek bhabhi hai."
Geeti ne ek tshirt uthayi aur use suitcase mein rakhne ke liye phir se Aditya ke upar se aage ki taraf jhuki. Is baar usne jaan-boojhkar apna seena Aditya ke kandhe par tika diya. Bina bra ke un gore ubhaaron ki narmi aur un sakht nipples ki chubhan ne Aditya ka dimaag sunn kar diya.


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"Adi... hostel mein dhyan rakhna apna. Kahin koi gandi ladki tumhe fasa na le," Geeti ne uske kaan ke paas whisper kiya. Uske muh se nikalti garm saans Aditya ke kaan mein aag laga rahi thi.
Geeti ne dhire se apna haath niche kiya aur suitcase se kuch nikaalte waqt uski kohni (elbow) Aditya ke sakht boner se zor se takrayi. Aditya ke muh se ek dabi hui siski nikli—"Ahhh... Bhabhi..."
Geeti ne use ek aisi nazar se dekha jo 'hot' aur 'dirty' ka perfect combination thi. Usne dekha ki Aditya ka pajama uski mardangi se phatne ko taiyar hai.
"Oops! Sorry Adi... lag gayi kya?" Geeti ne muskura kar kaha. Usne apna kaam khatam kiya aur suitcase band kar diya. Woh khadi hui aur apni nighty ko thoda thik kiya, jisse uski gori naabhi aur kamarband halke se chamak uthi.


"Chalo, packing ho gayi. Ab so jao... sweet dreams," Geeti ne kaha aur Aditya ke sar par hath phera, par uski ungliyan halke se uske gardan ke piche raseeli ragad de gayi.
Geeti dabe paon apne bedroom ki taraf nikal gayi. Uski payal ki chhunn-chhunn ne sannaate mein ek ajeeb nasha ghol diya tha.

Piche Aditya wahi sofa par akda hua reh gaya. Uska poora jism tharthara (shaking) raha tha. Geeti ke us bina-bra wale badan ki garmi uske dimaag mein chadh chuki thi. Jaise hi bedroom ka darwaza band hua, Aditya ne apna haath apne pajama ke andar daal diya. Geeti ka wo jhuka hua badan, wo latakte hue gore seene, aur wo nipples... Aditya ne apni aankhein band kar lin aur Geeti ka khayal karte hue khud ko jhatke (stroking) dena shuru kiya.
Us raat Aditya ne hostel jaane se pehle apni Bhabhi ke naam ki aisi 'dirty' bali chadhayi jise woh zindagi bhar nahi bhul sakta tha.
Bedroom ke andar, Geeti ne darwaze se kaan laga kar Aditya ki bhari saansein suni aur apni geeli 'chut' par hath rakh kar muskurayi. Usne ek 'bachhe' ko mard bana diya tha.

Bathroom ka darwaza andar se lock hote hi Aditya ne ek gehri, kampkapati hui saans chhodi. Uska poora jism abhi bhi tharthara raha tha. Geeti bhabhi ke us bina-bra wale badan ki garmi, unka jhuka hua seena, aur wo nipples jo nighty ke paar se uske kandhe ko chhoo gaye the—woh sab Aditya ke dimaag mein ek aag bankar dhuaan utha rahe the.
Usne thande farsh par baithkar apna smartphone nikaala. Hath kaanp rahe the jab usne messaging app khola aur Geeti bhabhi ki profile check ki.
Geeti ki DP (Profile Picture) wahi purani thi, par Aditya ki nazron ke liye woh ab bilkul badal chuki thi. Us photo mein Geeti ne ek light green saree pehni thi, baalon ka juda banaya tha aur ek pyaari si manager wali muskurahat de rahi thi. Par Aditya ko us 'shareef' photo ke piche wahi aurat dikh rahi thi jisne abhi-abhi use living room mein tadpaya tha. Use yaad aaya ki kaise unka gora seena hawa mein latak raha tha jab woh suitcase ke upar jhuki thin.
"Uff... Bhabhi... aap kya cheez ho," Aditya ne dabi aawaaz mein bud-budaya.
Usne apne pajama ka naada dhila kiya aur apni sakht mardangi ko bahar nikaal liya. Uska lund kisi garam lohe ki rod ki tarah laal aur fann-fannaya hua tha. Usne Geeti ki DP ko zoom kiya, unki aankhon mein dekha, aur apna haath tezi se chalana (shagging) shuru kar diya.


Uske band aankhon ke peeche ab sirf Geeti thi. Woh imagine kar raha tha ki Geeti bhabhi wahi bathroom mein uske samne nangi khadi hain, unki maroon saree farsh par padi hai, aur woh apni wahi raseeli aawaaz mein use 'Adi... Adi...' keh kar bula rahi hain. Use mehsoos ho raha tha jaise Bhabhi ke wo bhari-bhari nange seene uske chehre par ragad kha rahe hain.
"Ahhh... Bhabhi... aur... aur tezz..." Aditya ki saansein ukhadne lagin.
Uska haath ab be-reham ho chuka tha. Woh us har ek pal ko yaad kar raha tha jab Bhabhi ki kohni uske boner se takrayi thi. Uska dimaag gande khayalon se bhar gaya tha—woh imagine kar raha tha ki woh Geeti bhabhi ko unki isi nighty mein khatiya par patak kar unka saara 'Manager' wala guroor nichod raha hai.
Achanak, uske jism mein ek bijli si daudi. Uska nichla hissa ainthne (cramp) laga aur uska poora badan akad gaya.
"Bhabhiiiiii!" ek dabi hui cheekh uske gale se nikli.
Aur phir... ek behad bhari aur jordaar burst (big burst/ejaculation) hua. Aditya ka garam ras kaware tile par aur uske hatho par pichkariyon ki tarah chhootne laga. Woh itna zyada tha ki Aditya ka seena buri tarah upar-neeche hone laga. Usne apna sar thandi deewar par tika diya, uska poora jism paseene se lathpath tha aur woh haanf raha tha.
Geeti bhabhi ne use hostel jaane se pehle ek aisa nasha de diya tha jiske bina woh ab ek pal bhi nahi reh sakta tha.
Usne jaldi se sab saaf kiya, apne kapde thik kiye aur dabe paon hall mein aakar apne sofa-bed par let gaya. Uska jism ab thak kar choor ho chuka tha, par uske dimaag mein abhi bhi Geeti ki payal ki chhunn-chhunn goonj rahi thi. Kuch hi minton mein, woh gehri neend mein so gaya, sapne mein phir se apni 'Dirty Bhabhi' ko dekhne ke liye.

Subah ki pehli kiran ke saath Aditya ka samaan gaadi mein rakha gaya. Soham aur Geeti use uske naye PG chhodne ja rahe the. Geeti ne aaj fir se ek bahut hi 'proper' saree pehni thi, par Aditya jab bhi unki taraf dekhta, use wahi nanga badan yaad aata.
Aditya ne apna kamra dekha, samaan set kiya. Soham ne use kuch paise diye aur samjhaya.
"Chalo Adi, apna khayal rakhna," Soham ne kaha.
Geeti aage badhi aur Aditya ko gale lagaya (hugged him). Yeh hug sabke samne tha, ek bhabhi ka devar ke liye pyar, par Aditya ne mehsoos kiya ki Geeti ne uske seene ko thoda zyada zor se apne ubhaaron se dabaya hai.


"Phone karte rehna... aur jab mann kare, ghar aa jaana," Geeti ne uske kaan mein whisper kiya.
Aditya ne unhe jaate hue dekha. Uske haath mein uska phone tha, jisme Geeti ka number ab ek 'bomb' ki tarah tha jo kabhi bhi phat sakta tha.

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Mumbai ki baarish ab thami thi, par ghar ke andar ki garmi badhti ja rahi thi. Bedroom mein madham roshni thi aur Geeti, Soham ki mazboot baahon mein simti hui thi. Dono ek-doosre ke jism ki garmi mehsoos kar rahe the. Soham ka ek haath Geeti ki nangi kamar par tha, jahan woh sone ki chain uski ungliyon se ragad kha rahi thi.

Geeti ne apna sar Soham ke seene par rakha aur behad dhime, sharmile (shy) lehze mein kaha, "Soham... main aaj bank mein aur bus mein jo hua, uske baare mein soch rahi thi. Mera dimaag ab kuch aur hi chahta hai."
Soham ne uski thodi (chin) upar uthayi aur uski aankhon mein dekha. "Kya chahta hai Geeti? Saaf kaho."
Geeti ne apni palke jhuka lin. "Main... main ab ready hoon. Main kisi se milna chahti hoon. Woh virtual duniya, wo live stream... woh sab theek hai, par ab mujhe kisi ki 'asli' mardangi mehsoos karni hai. Par Soham, main bahut sharma rahi hoon. Main kisi jaan-pehchaan wale ke samne nahi ja sakti... mujhe darr lagta hai ki koi meri izzat na uchhal de."
Soham ne Geeti ki baat sunkar ek shaitani muskurahat di. Usne Geeti ke chehre ko apne hathon mein bhara aur use ek gehra, slurpy aur geela chumban (deep slurpy kiss) diya. Kamre mein sirf unke honton ke judne aur alag hone ki 'slurp-slurp' aur 'smack' ki aawaazein goonj rahi thin. Geeti ke muh se ek mithi siski (moan) nikli aur woh Soham ke upar aur bhi kaskar chadh gayi.
"Mmmhh... Soham... stop..." Geeti ne haanfte hue kaha, uski saansein phool rahi thin.
Soham ne uske kaan ke paas whisper kiya, "Toh suno mera plan. Kal raat hum sheher ke sabse bade aur posh Pub mein jayenge. Tum wahan sabse 'dirty' aur 'bold' dress pehan kar chalogi. Main tumhe ek table par akela chhod dunga aur khud bar ke doosre kone mein baithkar tumhe 'watch' karunga."
Geeti ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayin. "Akela? Par Soham... wahan toh sab anjaan honge. Agar kisi ne badtameezi ki toh?"
Soham ne uske labon ko phir se halka sa choosa. "Wahi toh maza hai, Geeti. Jab tum wahan akeli baithi hogi, apni drink sip kar rahi hogi, toh koi na koi mard—jo tumhe dekh kar pagal ho raha hoga—woh zaroor approach karega. Tumhe bas dekhna hai ki woh tumhe kaise dekhta hai, kaise baat karta hai. Agar tumhe woh pasand aaya, toh tum aage badhna. Main door se sab dekh raha hunga. You are safe with me, par tumhari 'vulnerability' hi un mardon ko tumhare paas layegi."
Geeti soch mein pad gayi. Uska jism is khayal se hi geela hone laga tha ki koi anjaan mard, jo shayad koi bada businessman ya kaminu (stud) ho, woh uske paas aayega aur use seduce karne ki koshish karega.
"Soham... kya tum sach mein comfortable ho? Main kisi aur ke saath baat karungi, shayad woh mujhe chhuye bhi... kya tumhe bura nahi lagega?" Geeti ne pucha, uski aawaaz mein thodi fikar thi.
Soham ne use phir se kaskar chumma, is baar kiss aur bhi wild aur erotic tha. "Bura? Geeti, jab koi anjaan mard tumhare is gore badan par hath dalega, toh mujhe jo 'kick' milegi, woh main bayaan nahi kar sakta. Main chahta hoon ki tum poore Mumbai ki sabse 'wanted' aurat bano."
Geeti ne dhire se apna sar hila diya. Woh darr rahi thi, par uski 'chut' mein machalti chulbulahat use is adventure ke liye taiyar kar rahi thi. Use explore karna tha, use dekhna tha ki anjaan mardon ki nazron mein uske liye kitni hawas hai.
"Theek hai... main taiyar hoon," Geeti ne sharmate hue haan keh di.
Soham ne use bed par patka aur uski nighty upar karne laga. "Toh phir kal ki raat 'DesiHotwife' ka asli debut hoga. Aaj raat main tumhe taiyar karunga... taaki kal tum wahan kisi ko bhi apni ungliyon par nacha sako."
Raat bhar bedroom se Geeti ki siskiyan aur Soham ke 'slurpy' chumbano ki aawaazein aati rahin. Geeti ka dimaag ab kal raat ke us anjaan mard ke khayal mein dooba hua tha jo use pub mein milne wala tha.

Agle din sham ko, ghar mein ek ajeeb sa excitement tha. Soham ne Geeti ke liye ek 'special' outfit nikaala tha—ek behad choti black sequence dress jiska gala itna gehra tha ki Geeti ke ubhaar aadhe bahar dikhne wale the.
Geeti aaine ke samne khadi thi, apne jism ko nihar rahi thi. Aaj woh 'Bank Manager' nahi thi, aaj woh sirf ek 'shikaar' (bait) thi jo Mumbai ki night-life mein mardon ko fasaney ja rahi thi.
"Soham, main bahut nervous hoon," Geeti ne kaha, jab woh apni high heels pehan rahi thi.
Soham ne uske piche aakar uski nangi peeth par kiss kiya. "Daro mat. Main hamesha tumhari nazron ke samne rahunga. Bas enjoy karo... aur dekho ki aaj raat tumhara naseeb tumhe kis mard ke paas le jata hai."




Mumbai ki raat abhi nayi thi, par Lower Parel ke ek posh rooftop pub — **Aer** — mein already vibrant energy tha. 30th floor par khula hua space, city ki chamakti lights aur Bandra-Worli Sea Link ka breathtaking view, dim golden-amber lighting, soft lounge music jo dheere-dheere thodi EDM mix ho rahi thi. Hawa mein expensive perfume, whiskey aur cigar ka mild mix tha.

Geeti ne apni short black sequin dress pehni thi — itni choti aur figure-hugging ki har step par uske gore, toned thighs chamak rahe the. Deep plunging neckline mein uske ubhaar aadhe se zyada dikh rahe the, dress ka back almost nonexistent tha, sirf ek thin gold chain uski nangi peeth par latak rahi thi. High stilettos, light smokey makeup, aur gehre red lipstick ne usko bilkul hi ek seductive hotwife jaisa look de diya tha. Woh bank manager nahi, aaj woh pure Mumbai ki night-life ka sabse attractive bait thi.

Soham ne usko ek corner table par baitha diya — ek single high table jahan se pura bar area dikh raha tha, par table thoda secluded bhi tha. Usne Geeti ke kaan mein whisper kiya, “Main bar ke uss side par baithunga. Drink sip karo, relax karo… aur enjoy the attention.” Phir woh door chala gaya, par uski nazar Geeti par hi thi.

Geeti akeli baith gayi. Uski saansein tez ho rahi thin. Woh apna Cosmopolitan glass haath mein pakde hue thi, lekin uski ungliyan glass ko itna tight pakad rahi thin ki knuckles white ho rahe the. Pub mein logon ki nazrein dheere-dheere uski taraf mudne lagi thin.

Ek group of young corporate guys bar par khade the — unme se ek ne doosre ko elbow maara aur dheere se kaha, “Bhai, dekha usko? Black dress wali… lag rahi hai koi Bollywood actress ho.”  
Doosra hans diya, “Actress nahi yaar… woh toh bilkul ready lag rahi hai aaj raat ke liye.”

Table ke paas se guzarte hue ek middle-aged businessman ne apni wife ke saath jaate hue bhi Geeti ko ek lambi nazar daali — uski aankhon mein clear lust tha. Geeti ne notice kiya aur uska chehra halka laal ho gaya. Uski chut mein ek chhoti si current daud gayi.

Woh apni thighs cross karke baithi thi, dress aur upar chadh gayi thi, fair skin aur smooth legs almost sabko dikh rahe the. Gold waist chain (jo Soham ne usko pehnaya tha) dress ke niche se halki si jhalak de rahi thi. Har baar jab woh apna glass uthati, uske breasts thoda sa jiggle karte the, aur kai logon ki nazrein wahan atak jaati thin.



Tabhi… pehla stranger approach kiya.

Woh lagbhag 35-36 saal ka tha — tall, well-built, sharp jawline, thodi si salt-pepper beard, aur expensive charcoal suit mein. Lag raha tha koi high-profile businessman ya real-estate tycoon ho. Uske haath mein Old Monk aur Coke ka glass tha. Woh confident steps se Geeti ke table ke paas aaya aur dheere se muskurate hue bola,

“Excuse me… aap akeli baithi hain toh lag raha hai aapko company ki zarurat hai. Mind if I join you for a few minutes?”

Geeti ne upar dekha. Aadmi ki aankhein uske cleavage par se guzar kar uski aankhon tak pahunchi thin. Uski awaaz deep aur smooth thi, confidence se bhari hui. Geeti ka dil zor se dhadka. Woh sharma gayi, palkein jhuka li, par usne dheere se sar hila diya — permission dete hue.

“Hi… main Geeti,” usne sharmate hue kaha, awaaz mein thodi si halki si kampan thi.

“Arjun,” usne apna naam bataya aur chair khinch kar baith gaya. Uski nazar Geeti ke chehre se neeche utar kar uske ubharon, phir uski exposed thighs par ghum gayi. “Aaj raat aap yahan pehle baar lagi hain? Kyunki itni beautiful lady ko main pehle notice karta toh yaad rehta.”

Geeti ne halka sa muskurate hue apna drink sip kiya. Uski ungliyan glass par tremble kar rahi thin. “Haan… pehli baar. Mere… husband ne suggest kiya tha yahan aane ke liye.”

Arjun ki eyebrow upar uth gayi. “Husband? Aur woh aapko akela chhod kar kahan hai?” Usne dheere se haskar poocha, lekin uski smile mein clear mischievous spark tha.

Geeti ne sirf muskurakar shoulder shrug kiya. Uski fair skin abhi bhi blush se laal thi. Arjun ne apna glass table par rakha aur dheere se aage jhuk kar bola,

“Toh Geeti… aap aise dress mein akeli baithi hain, toh lagta hai aap bhi kuch… excitement dhoondh rahi hain aaj raat. Main galat toh nahi samajh raha na?”

Uski awaaz ab aur intimate ho gayi thi. Usne apna haath table par rakh diya, bilkul Geeti ke haath ke paas. Geeti ne Soham ki taraf ek quick nazar daali — Soham bar par baitha tha, drink haath mein, aur ek intense, aroused smile ke saath pura scene dekh raha tha.

Geeti ki saansein ab aur tez ho rahi thin. Uski chut already wet hone lagi thi is simple conversation se hi.

Geeti ne apni palkein jhukaye rakhi thin. Arjun ki baat sun kar uske gaal aur bhi gehre laal ho gaye. Woh dheere se apna Cosmopolitan glass uthayi aur ek chhoti si sip li, taaki apni saanson ko sambhal sake. Uski ungliyan glass ke stem par thodi si kaanp rahi thin.
Arjun ne uski nervousness notice ki aur muskurate hue peeche hat gaya thoda, pressure na daalte hue. Uski awaaz ab aur mulayam aur respectful ho gayi thi.
“Sorry… maine shayad thoda direct bol diya. Aap itni sundar hain aur akeli baithi hain toh mann kiya baat karne ka. Agar aapko uncomfortable feel ho raha hai toh main chala jaata hoon. No pressure at all.”
Geeti ne jhat se upar dekha. Uski aankhon mein sharm aur ek chhoti si relief thi. “Nahi… aap… aap baithiye. Bas main… bahut nervous hoon. Aise public jagah par akeli baithna… mera habit nahi hai.”
Arjun ne dheere se smile kiya aur apna glass utha kar halka sa sip kiya. “Samajh sakta hoon. Pehli baar hota hai toh dar lagta hi hai. Main Arjun Sharma hoon, real estate mein kaam karta hoon. Aur aap? Kya karti hain Geeti?”
Geeti ne halke se apne lips ko geela kiya aur dheere se bola, “Main… bank mein manager hoon. Daily office, meetings… bahut normal life. Aaj… aaj kuch alag try karne ka mann kiya.”


Uski awaaz mein sharmili si halki si kampan thi. Jab woh baat kar rahi thi, uski deep neckline mein ubhaar dheere se saath-saath hil rahe the. Arjun ki nazar ek pal ke liye wahan atak gayi, phir turant uski aankhon par wapas aa gayi. Woh clearly control kar raha tha apne aap ko.
“Bank manager?” Arjun ne impressed tone mein kaha. “Toh aap bahut intelligent aur independent hain. Phir aaj yahan aane ka kya reason? Koi celebration?”
Geeti ne apni thighs aur tightly cross kar li. Dress ka hemline thoda aur upar chadh gaya tha, uski fair, smooth thighs aur silver anklet ki chamak dikh rahi thi. Woh apni dress ko halke se neeche khinchne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin woh chhoti dress thi — zyada kuch cover nahi ho raha tha.
“Woh… mera husband ne suggest kiya,” Geeti ne bahut dheere se, almost whisper mein kaha. “Woh… yahin kahin hai. Door se dekh raha hoga.”
Arjun ki eyebrow halki si upar uthi, lekin usne koi badi reaction nahi di. Sirf ek samajhdar muskurahat aayi uske chehre par.
“Toh aap yahan… thoda adventure dhoondhne aayi hain?” usne mulayam awaaz mein poocha, bina kisi judgment ke.
Geeti ne sirf sar hila diya, aankhein neeche. Uska chehra ab poora laal tha. Uski chut mein ek halki si geeli chulbulahat ho rahi thi is simple, respectful baat-cheet se hi. Arjun ka confidence, uski deep awaaz, aur yeh baat ki woh usko pressure nahi de raha tha — sab kuch usko aur nervous aur excited bana raha tha.
Arjun ne table par apna haath rakha, lekin Geeti ke haath se kaafi door. “Geeti, aap bahut beautiful hain. Aur aapki yeh sharm… sach mein attractive hai. Agar aap chahein toh hum sirf baat kar sakte hain. Drink enjoy karo, city ka view dekho… jo bhi aap comfortable ho.”
Geeti ne dheere se upar dekha. Uski aankhon mein sharm, dar, aur ek nayi si excitement thi. “Thank you… aap bahut nice hain. Main soch rahi thi ki… koi aayega toh shayad rude hoga. Par aap…”
Woh baat adhoori chhod di aur phir se apna glass sip karne lagi. Uske breasts dheere se upar-neeche ho rahe the saanson ke saath. Door se Soham pura scene dekh raha tha — uska lund already tight ho chuka tha apni biwi ki is sharmili vulnerability dekh kar.
Arjun ne dheere se poocha, “Geeti… agar aap allow karo toh main aapko ek compliment dena chahta hoon. Aapki yeh black dress… aur aapki yeh nervous smile… aaj raat yahan sabse attractive cheez aap hi lag rahi hain.”
Geeti ne kuch nahi kaha, sirf ek chhoti si sharmili muskurahat di aur apni ungli se glass ke rim par halka sa circle banane lagi. Uski saansein abhi bhi tez thin, par ab thodi si garam hone lagi thin.
Woh dheere-dheere relax ho rahi thi… lekin uski body already respond kar rahi thi is gentle attention ko.

Geeti ne apna glass table par rakha aur dheere se apni ungliyon ko apne gehre neckline ke edge par ghumaya. Uski saansein ab thodi aur gehri ho rahi thin. Arjun ki mulayam compliments aur uski respectful yet hungry nazar ne uske andar kuch jagaa diya tha.
Woh halke se apni chair mein shift hui, jisse uski chhoti black sequin dress aur thoda upar chadh gayi. Uski fair, toned thighs ab aur zyada exposed ho gayi thin — silver anklet ki chamak dim golden light mein chamak rahi thi. Geeti ne sharmate hue apne honth geele kiye aur dheere se, bahut shy lekin naughty curiosity ke saath poocha,
“Arjun… aap sach mein yeh sab soch rahe hain? Ki main… sabse attractive hoon yahan?”
Uski awaaz mein ab sharm ke saath ek chhoti si naughty si kampan thi. Jab woh baat kar rahi thi, usne apni thighs ko halka sa rub kiya — bilkul chhoti si movement, lekin kaafi thi ki uski chut mein ek naya geela sensation paida ho jaaye.
Arjun ne uski aankhon mein dekha, phir uski nazar dheere se neeche gayi — Geeti ke ubharon par, jahan deep neckline mein uski soft cleavage dheere-dheere saath-saath hil rahi thi. Usne ek naughty smile di aur dheere se bola,
“Geeti… agar main jhooth bolun toh galat hoga. Aapki yeh dress… itni chhoti aur tight, aur aap isme itni sharmili baithi hain… yeh combination bahut dangerous hai. Har mard yahan aapko dekh kar soch raha hoga ki aap akeli kyun baithi hain. Aur main toh yeh bhi soch raha hoon ki aapke husband ne aapko aise dress mein akela chhod diya… toh shayad aapko bhi kuch… alag maza chahiye.”
Geeti ka chehra poora laal ho gaya. Uski chut ab clearly wet ho chuki thi — woh feel kar rahi thi ki uski thin black panty mein halka sa geelapan fail raha hai. Woh apni thighs ko aur tightly press kar rahi thi, taaki woh sensation control ho sake, lekin yeh aur zyada tease kar raha tha.
Woh dheere se apni lower lip ko kaat li aur sharmate hue, par ab thodi naughty curiosity ke saath poocha,
“Toh aap… kya soch rahe hain mere baare mein? Mujhe batao na… openly. Main… sunna chahti hoon.”
Arjun ne halka sa haskar apna chair thoda aur Geeti ki taraf khiska liya — ab unke beech sirf ek chhota sa gap tha. Uski awaaz ab aur intimate ho gayi,
“Main soch raha hoon ki aapki yeh soft, gori skin… kitni garam hogi touch karne par. Aur yeh deep neckline… agar main aapke itna kareeb aa jaun toh shayad main dekh sakun ki aapke nipples abhi kitne hard ho chuke hain is excitement se.”
Geeti ki saans ruk gayi ek pal ke liye. Uski chut mein ek tez si current daud gayi. Woh apne breasts ko halka sa forward kiya bina soche — jaise uske sharir ne khud hi respond kar diya ho. Uski nipples indeed hard ho chuke the aur dress ke thin fabric se halki si outline dikh rahi thi.
“Arjun…” Geeti ne naam lekar ek chhoti si siski li, uski awaaz ab gehri aur garam thi. “Aap… bahut naughty baatein kar rahe hain. Main toh sirf baat karne aayi thi… par ab mera dil bahut tez dhadak raha hai.”
Woh apni ek ungli ko apne cleavage ke beech mein halke se ghumane lagi — bilkul innocent movement lag raha tha, lekin yeh bahut erotic tha. Uski gold waist chain dress ke andar se halki si jhalak de rahi thi jab woh saans leti thi.
Arjun ne dheere se uske haath ke bilkul paas apna haath table par rakh diya — abhi tak touch nahi kiya tha, lekin closeness se hi Geeti ko current feel ho rahi thi.
“Geeti… agar aap allow karo toh main aapka haath pakad sakta hoon? Bas itna hi… abhi. Dekhna chahta hoon ki aapki skin kitni soft aur garam hai.”
Geeti ne kuch seconds tak socha. Uski aankhein sharm se bhari thin, par uski chut ab poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Woh dheere se apna right haath table par badhaya — fingers thode kaanp rahe the.
Jab Arjun ne uske haath ko apne garam, strong haath mein liya, Geeti ke muh se ek chhoti si “Mmmh…” nikal gayi. Uski ungliyan Arjun ki ungliyon mein ghul gayin. Yeh touch bahut gentle tha, lekin itna intimate ki Geeti ki saansein ab haanfne lagi thin.
Door se Soham ne pura scene dekha — uski biwi ka haath ek anjaan mard ke haath mein, uska chehra laal, body slightly trembling. Soham ka lund apni pants mein poora hard ho chuka tha.


Geeti ne Arjun ki aankhon mein dekha aur bahut sharmate hue, par ab clearly naughty excitement ke saath whisper kiya,
“Arjun… aapka haath bahut garam hai. Mujhe… achha lag raha hai. Par main bahut sharma rahi hoon… aur mera sharir… bilkul alag react kar raha hai.”
Arjun ne uske haath ko dheere se squeeze kiya aur muskurate hue bola, “Toh batao Geeti… ab aap kya feel kar rahi hain? Sach batao… kitna wet ho chuki hain aap?”
Geeti ki aankhein phail gayin sharm se, lekin usne jawab nahi diya — sirf ek gehri, naughty smile di aur apni thighs ko aur tightly rub kar liya.

Geeti ne Arjun ke haath ko dheere se apne haath mein feel kiya. Uski ungliyan abhi bhi kaanp rahi thin, par ab woh haath chhodna nahi chahti thi. Arjun ki garam palm uski soft skin par bahut achha lag raha tha. Woh dheere se apni ungliyon ko uski ungliyon mein ghumati rahi, bilkul chhoti-chhoti movements ke saath.
“Arjun…” Geeti ne bahut dheere, sharmili awaaz mein kaha, “aapka haath… bahut strong aur garam hai. Mujhe… dar bhi lag raha hai aur… maza bhi aa raha hai.”
Arjun ne uske haath ko halke se squeeze kiya aur muskurate hue bola, “Geeti, aapki skin itni soft hai ki main aur zyada feel karna chahta hoon. Par main janta hoon aap nervous hain. Hum dheere-dheere chalte hain, theek hai?”
Geeti ne sirf sar hila diya. Uski aankhein ab Arjun ke chehre par thi, phir ek pal ke liye woh door bar ki taraf dekhi — jahan Soham baitha tha. Soham ne uski taraf dekha aur ek chhoti si encouraging smile di, apna glass uthakar salute kiya jaise keh raha ho “Enjoy karo”.
Yeh nazar dekh kar Geeti ke andar ek nayi si himmat aayi. Uski chut ab poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi aur woh feel kar rahi thi ki uski thin panty mein halka sa drip hone laga hai. Woh apni thighs ko halka sa rub karti rahi, sharm se bhari hui.
Arjun ne dheere se poocha, “Geeti, agar aap comfortable ho toh… kya main aapke paas thoda aur kareeb aa sakta hoon? Bas baat karne ke liye.”
Geeti ne sharmate hue haan mein sar hila diya. Arjun ne apni chair aur paas khiski aur ab unke knees almost touch kar rahe the. Uski ek taang Geeti ki taang ke bilkul paas thi. Woh dheere se aage jhuka aur uski deep, husky awaaz mein bola,
“Aap bahut sundar ho Geeti. Yeh deep neckline… aapke breasts ko kitna beautifully highlight kar raha hai. Aur jab aap saans leti hain, woh dheere se hilte hain… dekh kar mera mann karta hai unko chhune ka.”
Geeti ki saans phool gayi. Uski nipples ab aur bhi hard ho chuke the aur dress ke thin fabric se saaf dikh rahe the. Woh apne haath se apni dress ko thoda adjust karne lagi, lekin yeh movement aur zyada sensual ho gaya.
“Arjun… aapki baatein sun kar… mera sharir garam ho raha hai,” Geeti ne whisper kiya, uski awaaz mein sharm aur excitement ka mix tha. “Mujhe lag raha hai ki main… bilkul naughty ho rahi hoon aaj.”
Arjun ne uske haath ko apne honthon ke paas le aaya aur ek bahut halka, gentle kiss uski ungliyon par diya. Geeti ke muh se ek chhoti si siski nikli — “Mmmhh…”
“Geeti, agar aap chahein toh hum yahan se thoda private jagah par ja sakte hain,” Arjun ne dheere se suggest kiya. “Wahan corner mein ek semi-private booth hai. Lights aur bhi dim hain, music bhi halka hai. Sirf baat karne ke liye… aur jo bhi aap allow karo.”
Geeti ka dil zor se dhadka. Woh phir se Soham ki taraf dekhi. Soham abhi bhi wahi baitha tha, lekin uski nazar mein clear lust aur approval tha. Geeti ne apne andar socha:
“Main ready hoon… shayad. Yeh mard respectful lag raha hai, par uski nazar mein hawas hai. Soham dekh raha hai… main safe hoon. Aur mera sharir… ab control nahi ho raha. Main jaanna chahti hoon ki kisi anjaan mard ke haath mujhe kaisa feel honge.”
Woh dheere se, bahut sharmate hue bola, “Theek hai… lekin sirf thodi der ke liye. Aur… dheere se.”


Arjun ne muskurakar uska haath pakda aur dheere se uthaya. Geeti khadi hui — uski chhoti black dress uske hips par tight thi, thighs chamak rahe the, aur high heels mein uski walk bahut seductive lag rahi thi. Arjun uske saath-saath chala, uska haath abhi bhi Geeti ke haath mein tha.
Jab woh semi-private corner booth ki taraf ja rahe the, Geeti ne ek baar phir Soham ki taraf dekha. Soham ne apna phone uthaya aur ek chhoti si message bheja:
“You look so fucking hot right now. Go ahead, baby. I’m watching. Enjoy every second.”
Geeti ne message padha aur uske gaal aur laal ho gaye. Woh booth ke andar pahunchi — yahan lighting bahut soft aur golden thi, seats comfortable aur thode deep the, privacy ke liye high backs the. Arjun ne usko andar baithne diya aur khud uske bilkul paas baith gaya — ab unke thighs touch kar rahe the.
Geeti ne apni dress ko halke se neeche khinchne ki koshish ki, lekin yeh aur zyada upar chadh gayi. Uski fair thighs ab Arjun ke thighs se sat gayi thin. Woh sharm se aankhein neeche kiye baithi thi, par uski saansein tez aur garam thi.
Arjun ne uske kaan ke paas dheere se whisper kiya, “Ab yahan sirf hum dono hain, Geeti. Batao… ab aap kya chahti hain? Main aapko kiss kar sakta hoon? Ya sirf haath se touch karun… dheere-dheere?”
Geeti ne apni lower lip ko kaat liya. Uski chut ab bahut geeli thi aur woh feel kar rahi thi ki agar Arjun ne abhi touch kiya toh woh control nahi kar paayegi. Woh Soham ke taraf ek nazar daalne ki koshish kar rahi thi, lekin booth se view thoda blocked tha — phir bhi woh jaanti thi ki Soham wahin kahin hai, dekh raha hai.
Woh dheere se, bahut sharmate hue bola,
“Arjun… pehle… ek kiss. Bahut gentle. Aur… mujhe touch karo… par dheere se. Main… bahut ready feel kar rahi hoon ab.”
Arjun ne muskurakar uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya aur dheere se uske lips par apne lips rakhe — ek soft, slow, wet kiss. Geeti ki aankhein band ho gayi aur uske muh se ek halki si moan nikli.

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Geeti aur Arjun ab semi-private booth ke andar the. Soft golden lighting unke chehron par pad rahi thi, music bahar se halka sa aa raha tha. Booth ki high backs ne unhe thodi privacy de di thi, lekin Geeti ko pata tha ki Soham kahin door se pura scene dekh raha hoga.

Arjun ne Geeti ke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein gently pakda. Uski aankhein Geeti ki aankhon mein gehri thi. Geeti ki saansein tez ho rahi thin — yeh uska pehla time tha kisi anjaan mard ke saath itna close hona.
“Geeti… tum bahut beautiful ho,” Arjun ne husky whisper mein kaha. “Main ab control nahi kar paa raha. Tumhare honth… itne soft aur inviting hain.”
Geeti ne sirf sharm se aankhein neeche kar li, lekin usne haan mein halka sa sar hila diya. Uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Arjun dheere se aage badha aur uske lips ko apne lips se chhua — pehle bahut soft, sirf touch. Geeti ki saans ruk gayi.
Phir Arjun ne dheere se uske lower lip ko apne honthon mein le liya aur halke se choosa. Geeti ke muh se ek chhoti si “Mmmh…” nikal gayi. Kiss dheere-dheere gehra hota gaya. Arjun ka kiss intimate aur wet tha — usne Geeti ke upper lip ko bhi choosa, phir dono lips ko ek saath gently suck kiya. Geeti ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uski pehli baar kisi random mard ke saath kissing ka ehsaas usko bahut nervous bana raha tha, lekin uske sharir mein ek nayi si garam lahrein daud rahi thin.


“Slurp… mmm… smack…”
Honth judne aur alag hone ki soft, wet aawaazein booth mein goonj rahi thin. Arjun ne apni jeebh dheere se Geeti ke honthon par feri, phir uske muh ke andar daal di. Geeti ne sharm se thoda resist kiya, lekin phir usne bhi apni jeebh uske saath milayi. Dono ki jeebhein ek dusre ko gently explore karne lagi — slow, wet, slurpy French kiss. Geeti ki saansein ab haanfne lagi thin. Uski chut mein geelapan badh raha tha.
Arjun ka haath Geeti ki nangi peeth par pahunch gaya. Woh uski smooth skin ko caress kar raha tha jabki kiss aur gehra hota ja raha tha. Geeti ab clearly enjoy kar rahi thi — usne apna ek haath Arjun ke chest par rakh diya aur kiss mein respond karne lagi.


Kiss ke beech Arjun ne dheere se Geeti ko apne taraf khinch liya. Geeti ki soft, heavy breasts ab uske chest se dab rahi thin. Uski deep plunging neckline mein se ubhaar aur bhi zyada bahar aa rahe the. Arjun ne kiss chhodkar Geeti ki gardan par hot kisses diye — wet, sucking kisses jo “slurp… smack” ki aawaaz kar rahe the.
Geeti ki aankhein khuli aur usne sharm se Arjun ko dekha. “Arjun… yeh… mera pehla time hai kisi aur mard ke saath… main bahut nervous hoon… par… achha lag raha hai,” usne haanfte hue whisper kiya.
Arjun ne muskurakar uske cleavage ki taraf dekha. “Geeti, tumhare boobs itne beautiful hain… main unko feel karna chahta hoon.”
Geeti ne kuch nahi kaha, sirf sharm se apni lower lip kaat li aur halka sa sar hila diya — permission dete hue.
Arjun ne apna haath Geeti ke deep neckline mein daala aur dheere se uske left breast ko bahar nikala. Uska soft, fair boob ab bilkul exposed tha — pinkish-brown nipple already hard aur erect tha excitement se. Arjun ne usko apne haath mein liya, gently squeeze kiya. Geeti ke muh se ek gehri moan nikli — “Aahhh… mmm…”
“Kitne soft aur heavy hain tumhare boobs,” Arjun ne horny awaaz mein kaha. Woh ab clearly bahut horny ho chuka tha — uske haath mein itni sundar aur nervous hotwife ko feel kar raha tha. Usne Geeti ke nipple ko apni ungliyon ke beech gently roll kiya, phir pinch kiya. Geeti ka sharir ek jhatke se hil gaya.


Phir Arjun ne apna muh neeche kiya aur Geeti ke exposed boob ko kiss karne laga. Pehle soft kisses, phir usne nipple ko apne honthon mein le liya aur dheere se choosa. “Slurp… mmm… suck… smack…”
Geeti ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uski ek taang Arjun ke thigh par chadh gayi thi bina soche. Woh enjoy kar rahi thi — nervous thi, sharma rahi thi, lekin yeh pehla anjaan mard ka boob play usko bahut intense feel ho raha tha.
“Aahh… Arjun… dheere… ohhh…” Geeti moan karti rahi. Arjun ne dusre boob ko bhi neckline se bahar nikala. Ab dono breasts exposed the. Woh ek ko choos raha tha, dusre ko haath se massage aur squeeze kar raha tha. Nipples dono hard aur wet ho chuke the uske muh aur jeebh se.
Geeti ka haath ab Arjun ke baal mein tha — woh uske sar ko apne boobs par gently press kar rahi thi. Uski chut ab bahut zyada wet thi, dress ke andar panty poori tarah soaked. Har baar jab Arjun nipple ko zor se choosta, Geeti ki body ek current se hil jaati.
“Arjun… yeh… bahut achha lag raha hai… main… main enjoy kar rahi hoon,” Geeti ne sharmate hue, par sach bolte hue kaha. Uski awaaz ab garam aur needy thi.
Arjun ne nipple ko ek zor se suck kiya aur phir upar aakar Geeti ke lips par phir se deep, slurpy kiss kiya. Dono breasts ab uske haathon mein the — gently playing, squeezing, nipples ko pinch aur roll karte hue.


Geeti ab poori tarah mein immersed thi is naye sensation mein. Nervousness abhi bhi thi, lekin enjoyment usse kahin zyada tha. Woh soch rahi thi — “Soham dekh raha hoga… aur main yahan kisi aur mard ke muh mein apne boobs de rahi hoon… par yeh maza… bahut alag hai.”
Kiss aur boob play dheere-dheere aur intense hota ja raha tha.

Geeti abhi bhi Arjun ke deep, slurpy kiss mein doobi hui thi. Unke honthon ke beech wet ‘slurp… smack… mmmh’ ki aawaazein goonj rahi thin. Arjun ke haath Geeti ke dono soft, heavy breasts ko gently massage kar rahe the — ek ko squeeze karte hue, dusre ke hard nipple ko ungliyon ke beech roll aur pinch karte hue. Geeti ki saansein haanf rahi thin, uske nipples poore tarah wet aur shiny ho chuke the Arjun ke muh aur jeebh se.
Arjun ne kiss chhodkar Geeti ki gardan par ek wet kiss diya aur dheere se uske kaan mein whisper kiya, “Geeti… tum bahut garam ho gayi ho. Main neeche bhi feel karna chahta hoon… tum kitni wet ho.”
Geeti ki aankhein sharm se phail gayin. Uski fair skin poori tarah laal thi. Woh nervous thi — yeh uska pehla time tha kisi random mard ke saath itna intimate hona — lekin uski chut mein ab itni zyada chulbulahat aur geelapan tha ki woh mana nahi kar paayi. Usne dheere se, bahut sharmate hue sar hila diya, almost whisper mein bola,
“Arjun… dheere se… main… bahut nervous hoon… par… haan.”
Arjun ne ek naughty, horny smile di. Uska lund already pants mein tight aur hard ho chuka tha itni sundar aur shy hotwife ko apne haathon mein feel kar ke. Woh Geeti ko thoda aur comfortable position mein baitha liya — uski ek taang apne thigh par rakhi hui thi. Phir usne apna haath dheere se Geeti ki smooth, fair thigh par rakh diya.
Geeti ka sharir ek halke se current se hil gaya. Arjun ki rough-yet-gentle ungliyan uski soft skin par upar ki taraf badh rahi thin. Dress ka chhota hemline already bahut upar tha. Arjun ne dheere se dress ko aur thoda upar khinch diya, taaki Geeti ki creamy thighs poori tarah exposed ho jaayein. Uski silver anklet light mein chamak rahi thi.
“Kitni smooth aur gori hain tumhari thighs…” Arjun ne garam awaaz mein kaha.
Uska haath abhi bhi dheere-dheere upar badh raha tha. Geeti ki saansein aur tez ho gayin. Woh apni thighs ko halka sa press kar rahi thi, lekin Arjun ne gently unhe alag kiya. Uski ungliyan ab Geeti ki inner thighs ke andar pahunch chuki thin — jahan skin sabse soft aur sensitive thi.
Geeti ne apni aankhein band kar li aur ek chhoti si siski li, “Mmmhh… Arjun…”
Arjun ki ungliyan ab Geeti ki black lace panty ke edge tak pahunch gayi thin. Woh bahut thin aur soaked panty thi. Arjun ne pehle toh fabric ke upar se hi gently rub kiya — Geeti ki chut ke outline ko feel karte hue.

“Ohh… Geeti…” Arjun ne horny awaaz mein kaha, “tum bilkul geeli ho. Panty poori tarah soaked hai. Itni wetness… sirf mere kiss aur boob play se?”
Geeti ka chehra sharm se chhupane ke liye usne Arjun ke shoulder par sar rakh diya. Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, “Haan… main… main pehli baar kisi aur mard ke saath yeh sab kar rahi hoon… aur mera sharir… control nahi ho raha. Bahut wet ho gayi hoon… sharma rahi hoon par… bahut maza aa raha hai.”
Arjun ne panty ke fabric ko side mein gently khinch diya. Ab uski warm, rough ungliyan directly Geeti ki wet, swollen pussy lips par thi. Woh dheere se upar se neeche tak rub karne laga — Geeti ki slick wetness uski ungliyon par lag rahi thi. Har rub ke saath ek halki ‘slurp’ jaisi wet sound ho rahi thi.


Geeti ki body ek jhatke se hil gayi. Uski chut ab bahut sensitive thi. Arjun ki middle finger dheere se uski wet folds ke beech ghumne lagi, clit ke paas halka pressure daalte hue. Geeti ke muh se ek gehri moan nikli — “Aahhh… ohhh Arjun… dheere…”
Arjun ab poora horny ho chuka tha. Uski saansein bhi tez thin. Woh Geeti ke exposed breasts ko ek haath se continue play kar raha tha — nipple ko pinch aur roll karte hue — jabki dusra haath uski panty ke andar tha, uski wet pussy ko gently explore kar raha tha.
“Kitni tight aur garam hai tumhari chut, Geeti,” usne whisper kiya. “Aur itni wet… jaise tum bahut din se yeh feel karna chahti thi. Main sirf feel kar raha hoon abhi… par tumhare moans sun kar mera lund bahut hard ho raha hai.”
Geeti ab clearly enjoy kar rahi thi. Nervousness ab bhi thi, lekin woh apni hips ko halka sa Arjun ki ungliyon ke against move kar rahi thi. Uski ek haath Arjun ke baal mein thi, dusra uske chest par. Har baar jab Arjun ki finger uski clit par rub karti, Geeti ki thighs kaanp jaati thin aur woh ek soft, needy moan karti — “Mmmhh… aahh… yes…”
Woh andar hi andar soch rahi thi, “Soham… dekh raha hoga… main yahan kisi anjaan mard ki ungliyon se apni wet chut feel karwa rahi hoon… aur main enjoy kar rahi hoon… bahut zyada.”
Arjun ne apni finger ko thoda aur andar slide karne ki koshish ki — bahut dheere, sirf tip tak — Geeti ki tight, soaked entrance mein. Geeti ki saans ruk gayi aur usne Arjun ko tightly pakad liya.
“Arjun… bahut achha lag raha hai… par… dheere… yeh mera first time hai aise…” usne sharmate hue kaha, lekin uski body usko aur andar lene ke liye khud hi respond kar rahi thi.

Geeti ab Arjun ke shoulder par sar rakh kar haanf rahi thi. Uski saansein garam aur tez thin. Arjun ki ek ungli abhi bhi uski wet, swollen pussy lips ke beech gently rub kar rahi thi, har movement ke saath uski slick juices uski ungli par aur zyada lag rahi thin. Geeti ki black lace panty side mein khinchi hui thi, uski fair thighs thodi spread thi, aur uski chut bilkul exposed aur dripping thi.
Arjun ne Geeti ke kaan mein dheere se whisper kiya, “Geeti… tumhari chut itni tight aur garam hai… aur itni wet ki meri ungli poori slip ho rahi hai. Main ab andar daalna chahta hoon… dheere-dheere. Theek hai?”
Geeti ne sharm se aankhein band kar li. Uski body ek halke se tremble kar rahi thi. Yeh uske liye bilkul naya ehsaas tha — koi anjaan mard uski sabse private jagah ko touch kar raha tha. Par uski chut mein ab itni intense chulbulahat thi ki woh mana nahi kar paayi. Woh dheere se, bahut sharmate hue sar hila diya aur whisper mein boli,
“Haan… Arjun… par bahut dheere… main… pehli baar kisi aur ke saath yeh feel kar rahi hoon… bahut nervous hoon… par… bahut achha lag raha hai.”


Arjun ka lund pants mein aur bhi hard ho gaya. Uski horny awaaz mein garam saans Geeti ke kaan par padi, “Don’t worry baby… main bahut slow jaunga. Tum bas relax karo aur feel karo.”
Uski middle finger Geeti ki wet entrance ke bilkul upar thi. Woh pehle toh sirf tip se halka pressure daal raha tha, Geeti ki slick juices ko aur spread karte hue. Phir dheere se, bahut hi slowly, usne apni finger andar slide karna shuru ki.
Geeti ki saans ruk gayi. Uski chut tight thi aur Arjun ki ungli andar jaate hi usne ek gehri moan maari — “Aaaahhh… mmmhh…”
Uski inner walls Arjun ki finger ko tightly grip kar rahi thin. Woh feel kar rahi thi ki har inch andar jaane ke saath uski chut aur geeli ho rahi hai. Arjun ne sirf knuckle tak finger andar daali aur wahan ruk gaya, Geeti ko adjust hone ka time dete hue.
“Kitni tight ho tum…” Arjun ne garam awaaz mein kaha. “Aur andar se kitni garam aur wet… jaise tum mujhe andar kheench rahi ho.”
Geeti ab Arjun ke chest se tightly chipak gayi thi. Uski ek haath Arjun ke shoulder par thi, dusri uske baal mein. Uski fair breasts abhi bhi bahar the — nipples hard aur wet. Woh apni hips ko halka sa move kar rahi thi, Arjun ki finger ko andar feel karte hue.
Arjun ne dheere se finger ko andar-bahar karna shuru kiya — bahut slow, gentle strokes. Har baar jab finger andar jaati, ek halki wet ‘slurp’ sound hoti thi Geeti ki juices se. Jab bahar aati, toh uski ungli Geeti ki swollen clit par halka rub karti.
Geeti ki moans ab control se bahar ho rahi thin — “Ohhh… Arjun… aahh… dheere… mmmhh… yeh… bahut achha lag raha hai…”
Har stroke ke saath Geeti ki body hil rahi thi. Uski chut ab poori tarah soaked thi — Arjun ki ungli aur uski inner thighs par uski wetness chamak rahi thi. Arjun ne apni dusri ungli bhi involve kar di — ab dono fingers dheere se andar-bahar ho rahi thin, Geeti ki tight pussy ko stretch karte hue aur clit ko rub karte hue.


Geeti ki thighs kaanp rahi thin. Woh apni hips ko Arjun ki ungliyon ke rhythm se dheere se utha-utha kar move kar rahi thi. Uski sharm abhi bhi thi, lekin enjoyment usse kahin zyada tha. Woh andar hi soch rahi thi,
“Soham… dekh raha hoga… main yahan booth mein baithi hui hoon, apni dress upar karke, aur ek anjaan mard ki ungliyan meri chut mein andar-bahar kar rahi hain… aur main enjoy kar rahi hoon… bahut zyada… meri chut itni wet ho gayi hai ki sound aa rahi hai…”
Arjun ne Geeti ke nipple ko ek haath se pinch kiya aur simultaneously apni fingers ko thoda aur gehra andar daala. Geeti ka sharir ek jhatke se hil gaya aur uske muh se ek loud moan nikla — “Aaaahhh… oh god… Arjun… yeh… bahut deep feel ho raha hai…”
Arjun ab clearly bahut horny tha. Uski saansein tez thin aur usne Geeti ko aur tightly pakad liya. Uski fingers ab regular, slow rhythm mein finger-fucking kar rahi thin — andar gehra, bahar almost nikaal kar, phir andar. Har thrust ke saath wet ‘slurp-slurp’ sounds booth mein goonj rahi thin.
“Geeti… tumhare moans sun kar mera lund phatne ko ho raha hai,” Arjun ne uske kaan mein kaha. “Tumhari chut itni responsive hai… har baar jab main andar jaata hoon, tum mujhe tightly pakad leti ho. Batao… ab kaisa feel ho raha hai?”
Geeti ne sharm se apna chehra Arjun ke neck mein chhupa liya, lekin uski hips abhi bhi Arjun ki ungliyon ke saath move kar rahi thin. Uski awaaz garam aur needy thi jab woh boli,
“Bahut… bahut achha lag raha hai Arjun… main… main itni wet ho gayi hoon… aapki ungliyan andar jaate hi mujhe current si lagti hai… aur jab clit par rub karte ho… ohhh… main control nahi kar paa rahi… please… aur dheere se… par mat roko…”
Arjun ne muskurakar Geeti ke lips par ek deep, slurpy kiss kiya aur apni fingers ka pace thoda badha diya — abhi bhi gentle, lekin gehra aur consistent. Geeti ki chut ke juices ab uski ungliyon se tapak rahe the, uski thighs aur booth ki seat par halka sa wet patch ban gaya tha.
Geeti ab poori tarah mein is naye pleasure mein doob chuki thi — nervous, shy, lekin bahut zyada enjoy kar rahi thi apne pehle anjaan mard ke haathon se finger-fucked hone ka ehsaas.

Geeti ki saansein ab bahut tez aur garam ho rahi thin. Arjun ki do ungliyan uski tight, soaked chut mein dheere-dheere andar-bahar ho rahi thin — har thrust ke saath wet ‘slurp… slurp…’ ki aawaaz goonj rahi thi. Geeti ki fair thighs kaanp rahi thin, uski hips khud-ba-khud Arjun ki ungliyon ke rhythm se halka sa uth rahi thin. Uski chut ke juices ab uski inner thighs par tak tapak rahe the.
Arjun ne Geeti ke nipple ko ek baar phir zor se choosa aur uske kaan mein horny whisper kiya, “Geeti… tumhari chut itni tight hai ki meri ungliyan andar jakar pakdi ja rahi hain… main aur gehra jaana chahta hoon baby…”
Geeti ki aankhein khuli. Uski body pleasure mein doobi hui thi, lekin ek sudden sharm aur nervousness ne usko rok diya. Woh Arjun ke chest par haath rakh kar dheere se usko push kiya — fingers abhi bhi uske andar thi.
“Arjun… wait… please… ruk jao ek minute,” Geeti ne haanfte hue, sharm se bhari awaaz mein kaha. Uski cheeks poori tarah laal thin. “Yeh… bahut tez ho raha hai. Main… main pehli baar itna feel kar rahi hoon kisi aur mard se. Thoda slow… aur… main bhi kuch karna chahti hoon.”
Arjun ne turant apni fingers ko dheere se bahar nikaal liya. Uski ungliyan Geeti ki slick wetness se chamak rahi thin. Woh muskuraya aur Geeti ke lips par ek soft kiss kiya. “Theek hai beautiful… jo tum chahti ho. Main ruk jaata hoon. Tum batao kya karna hai.”
Geeti ne sharm se aankhein neeche kar li, lekin uski chut abhi bhi throbbing kar rahi thi. Woh apni dress ko thoda adjust karne lagi, par woh chhoti dress thi — uski wet pussy abhi bhi half-exposed thi. Usne dheere se apna haath Arjun ki thigh par rakha aur uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein sharm, excitement aur ek nayi si naughty himmat thi.
“Arjun… main… main tumhara… feel karna chahti hoon,” usne bahut dheere, almost whisper mein kaha. “Tumne mujhe itna feel karwaya… ab mera turn.”
Arjun ki aankhein chamak uthi. Woh comfortable position mein baith gaya aur Geeti ko permission dete hue muskuraya.
Geeti ne apna haath Arjun ki pants ke upar se hi uske hard bulge par rakh diya. Uski ungliyan thodi kaanp rahi thin. Woh pehli baar kisi aur mard ka lund touch kar rahi thi Soham ke alawa. Uski palm ne bulge ko gently press kiya aur feel kiya — bahut hard aur garam tha.
“Kitna… hard ho gaya hai tumhara,” Geeti ne sharmate hue bola, uski awaaz mein curiosity thi.

Woh dheere se Arjun ki zip kholi aur apna haath andar daala. Uski soft, warm ungliyan Arjun ke lund par pahunchi. Usne panty ke upar se hi lund ko bahar nikaala. Arjun ka lund medium-thick tha — lagbhag 6.5 inch lamba, circumcised, aur ab poora hard aur veins wala. Tip par already precum ki ek chhoti si boond chamak rahi thi.
Geeti ne usko haath mein liya. Uski soft palm ne lund ko gently wrap kiya. Woh thodi der sirf feel karti rahi — uski garami, uski hardness, uski thickness. Uski ungliyan dheere se shaft ke upar se neeche tak ghumi.
“Arjun… yeh… bahut garam aur hard hai,” Geeti ne sharm se bhari awaaz mein kaha. “Mujhe lag raha hai… mera haath mein itna bada feel ho raha hai.”


Arjun ne ek gehri saans li aur Geeti ke haath par apna haath rakh diya, usko guide karte hue. “Stroke karo Geeti… dheere se upar-neeche.”
Geeti ne haan mein sar hila diya. Woh ab Arjun ke lund ko apne soft haath se stroke karne lagi — bahut slow, gentle strokes. Uski ungliyan shaft ko tightly pakadti, upar jaati toh tip par thumb se precum ko spread karti, phir neeche ki taraf. Har stroke ke saath Arjun ke muh se halki siski nikal rahi thi.
Simultaneously, Arjun ne apna haath phir se Geeti ki thighs ke beech le gaya. Uski do ungliyan Geeti ki abhi bhi wet aur swollen chut par pahunch gayi. Woh dheere se unhe andar slide karne laga — abhi bhi slow pace mein.
Ab dono ek dusre ko simultaneously pleasure de rahe the.
Geeti Arjun ke lund ko stroke kar rahi thi — soft, rhythmic haath se, kabhi shaft ko tightly pakad kar, kabhi tip ko gently rub kar. Uski fair haath Arjun ke dark lund par bahut sensual lag rahe the.
Arjun ki ungliyan Geeti ki chut mein dheere-dheere andar-bahar ho rahi thin — wet ‘slurp-slurp’ sounds ab dono ke moans ke saath mix ho rahi thin. Arjun kabhi Geeti ki clit par circle bana raha tha, kabhi gehra andar daal kar G-spot ko halka press kar raha tha.
Geeti ki saansein ab aur bhi tez ho gayin. Woh Arjun ke lund ko stroke karte hue moan kar rahi thi, “Mmmhh… Arjun… tumhara… itna hard hai… aur meri chut… phir se geeli ho rahi hai… aahh…”
Arjun ne Geeti ke nipple ko dusre haath se pinch kiya aur uske lips par ek deep, slurpy kiss kiya jabki uski fingers Geeti ki pussy ko continue finger-fuck kar rahi thin.
“Geeti… tumhara haath kitna soft hai… tum mujhe bahut achhe se stroke kar rahi ho… aur tumhari chut… itni wet aur tight… main aur control nahi kar paa raha,” Arjun ne haanfte hue kaha.
Geeti ab clearly enjoy kar rahi thi is mutual pleasure ko. Uski nervousness ab bhi thi, lekin woh apne haath se Arjun ke lund ko confidently stroke kar rahi thi — speed dheere-dheere badhati ja rahi thi. Uski chut Arjun ki ungliyon ke har thrust ke saath aur geeli ho rahi thi.
Woh andar hi soch rahi thi, “Soham… dekh raha hoga… main yahan ek anjaan mard ka lund haath mein lekar stroke kar rahi hoon aur woh meri chut mein ungliyan daal raha hai… aur main… bahut maza le rahi hoon isme.”
Dono ab mutual rhythm mein the — Geeti stroking Arjun, Arjun fingering Geeti — booth mein sirf unke moans, wet sounds aur heavy breathing ki aawaazein thi.


Dono ki saansein tez aur garam ho chuki thin. Geeti ki fair breasts abhi bhi bahar the, nipples hard aur sensitive. Arjun ne ek haath se Geeti ke breast ko squeeze kiya aur nipple ko pinch kiya, jabki uski fingers Geeti ki clit par fast circles bana rahi thin.
Geeti ki body tense hone lagi. Uski thighs kaanp rahi thin aur usne Arjun ke lund ko tightly pakad liya.
“Arjun… ohhh… main… main aa rahi hoon… aahhh… dheere mat roko…” Geeti ne haanfte hue moan kiya. Uski chut Arjun ki ungliyon ko tightly grip karne lagi. Arjun ne apni fingers ko thoda aur fast aur gehra kiya, G-spot ko target karte hue.
Geeti ka sharir ek zor ke jhatke se hil gaya. Uski chut se ek gehra spasm aaya aur woh poori tarah squirt nahi, lekin bahut zyada wet ho gayi — uski juices Arjun ki ungliyon par aur uski thighs par bahar aa gaye. “Aaaaahhh… Arjun… cumming… mmmhh… oh god…” Geeti ki moan booth mein goonji. Uski aankhein band ho gayi, body tremble kar rahi thi orgasm ke waves mein.
Simultaneously, Arjun bhi edge par pahunch chuka tha. Geeti ke soft haath ka rhythm aur uski tight chut ko feel karte hue uska lund phadne ko ho raha tha.
“Geeti… fuck… tumhari haath… main bhi… aa raha hoon…” Arjun ne garam awaaz mein kaha.
Geeti ne apna haath aur fast kiya — tight strokes, tip ko rub karte hue. Arjun ka lund ek zor se twitch kiya aur uske muh se ek deep groan nikla. Uska thick, white cum Geeti ke haath par aur uski fingers ke beech nikal aaya — kuch spurts Geeti ki dress ke edge par bhi lag gaye. Geeti ne stroke karna continue rakha jab tak Arjun ka last drop nikal na gaya.
Dono saath-saath orgasm ke peak par pahunche — Geeti ki chut contracting, Arjun ka lund pulsing. Booth mein sirf unke heavy moans aur wet sounds thi.
Phir dono ek dusre ke lips par jhuke. Yeh kiss bahut deep, passionate aur slurpy tha — jeebhein ek dusre ko explore kar rahi thin, ‘slurp… smack… mmmh’ ki aawaazein. Geeti abhi bhi haanf rahi thi, uska sharir orgasm ke baad bhi sensitive tha.
Kiss ke baad dono alag hue aur gasping for air — saansein phooli hui, chehre laal, aankhein lust se bhari. Geeti ki lips swollen thin kiss se, Arjun ka lund abhi bhi semi-hard tha uske haath mein.
Dono ne kuch seconds chupchap baith kar saansein sambhali. Geeti ne sharm se muskurate hue apna haath Arjun ke lund se hata liya aur tissue se saaf kiya (booth mein available tha). Arjun ne apna lund wapas pants mein daal diya aur zip kiya.
Geeti ne apne dono breasts ko dheere se dress ke andar adjust kiya, deep neckline ko set kiya. Usne apni dress neeche khinchi, wet thighs ko tissue se saaf kiya aur panty ko sahi jagah par laayi. Uski silver anklets halki si jhanak rahi thin jab woh movement kar rahi thi. Arjun ne bhi apne kapde theek kiye.


Dono booth se bahar nikle. Pub ki dim lighting aur music ab normal lag rahi thi. Arjun ne apni wallet se ek visiting card nikala aur Geeti ki taraf badhaya.
“Geeti… yeh mera card hai. Agar kabhi phir milna chaaho… ya bas baat karni ho… call karna. Aaj raat tumne mujhe bahut maza diya,” Arjun ne soft smile ke saath kaha.
Geeti ne sharm se card liya — uski ungliyan abhi bhi thodi kaanp rahi thin. Uski cheeks laal thin. Woh card ko apni small clutch mein daal li aur dheere se boli, “Thank you Arjun… aaj… bahut alag tha. Main… sochungi.”
Arjun ne ek last gentle kiss Geeti ke haath par diya aur muskurate hue bola, “Bye Geeti… take care.” Phir woh pub ke crowd mein mix ho kar chala gaya.
Geeti ne saans li aur pub ke main area mein aayi. Usne Soham ko dekha — woh bar ke paas hi baitha tha, drink haath mein, aur ek broad, proud, aroused smile ke saath uski taraf dekh raha tha.
Geeti ka chehra aur laal ho gaya. Woh sharm se muskurayi aur Soham ke paas pahunchi. Soham ne usko khade hokar apne arms mein le liya aur uske kaan mein whisper kiya, “Tum bahut hot lag rahi thi baby… main pura scene dekh raha tha. Tumhara orgasm… aur tum uske lund ko stroke kar rahi thi… fuck, main bahut proud hoon tum par.”
Geeti ne Soham ke chest par sar rakh diya aur sharmate hue muskurayi, “Soham… main… bahut nervous thi shuru mein… par maza bahut aaya. Ab ghar chalte hain?”
Soham ne haan kaha. Dono pub se bahar nikle aur apni car mein baith gaye. Mumbai ki raat ab thandi ho chuki thi. Car start hote hi Soham ne Geeti ka haath pakda aur ghar ki taraf drive karne laga.
Geeti car ki seat par baithi thi, abhi bhi thodi shaky aur satisfied feel kar rahi thi. Uski chut abhi bhi sensitive thi, dress ke andar halka geelapan mehsoos ho raha tha. Woh Soham ki taraf dekhi aur muskurayi.
Soham ne uske thigh par haath rakh diya aur bola, “Ghar pahunchte hi main tumhe aur detail mein poochunga… aur phir tumhe punish bhi karunga is naughty behaviour ke liye.”
Geeti ne sharmate hue has diya aur car ki window se bahar dekhti rahi — uske mann mein abhi bhi Arjun ke touches aur apne pehle hotwife experience ki yaadein ghum rahi thin.

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Dono pub se bahar nikle aur apni car mein baith gaye. Geeti ki taangein abhi bhi thodi kaanp rahi thin. Uski black dress ke andar uske fair breasts par laal-laal kiss marks aur nipple ke nishaan saaf dikhai de rahe the. Arjun ke haath ke prints abhi bhi uski skin par mehsoos ho rahe the. Geeti ne jaldi se apna pallu theek kiya, lekin uski ungliyan abhi bhi thodi geeli thin — Arjun ke cum ke kuch drops uske haath par sukh rahe the. Usne chupke se tissue uthaya aur haath saaf kiya, par andar hi andar uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.

Soham driver seat par baitha tha. Uski aankhein Geeti par jam gayi thin. Uska chehra ek ajeeb si garam muskurahat se chamak raha tha — na gussa, na sharm, balki ek aisa garv jo uske cuckold dil ko pura nasha de raha tha. Car start karte hue usne dheere se Geeti ka haath pakda aur uski ungliyon ko apne honton se chhua.
“Baby… tum theek ho?” uski aawaaz mein pyaar aur excitement dono the.
Geeti ne nazrein neeche kar li. Uski saansein abhi bhi tez thin. “Haan… theek hoon,” usne halki si awaaz mein kaha, lekin uske gale mein ek gola sa atak gaya tha. Car pub ke parking se nikal kar road par aa gayi. Bahar ki neeli roshni aur traffic ki halki aawaaz car ke andar bhi ghus rahi thi, par dono ke beech ek aisi khamoshi thi jo bolti thi.
Geeti ki chut abhi bhi geeli thi. Arjun ki ungliyan abhi bhi uske andar ki feeling chhod gayi thi. Har baar jab car hilti thi, uski thighs ek dusre se ragadti thin aur woh ek halki si current mehsoos karti thi. Uski panty poori tarah bheeg chuki thi. Woh andar hi soch rahi thi…



Yeh maine kya kar diya Soham? Ek bilkul anjaan mard… photo booth mein… uske saath… mera haath uske lund par tha… aur uski ungliyan meri chut mein… aur main… main enjoy kar rahi thi. Kitni gandi ho gayi hoon main. Pativrata patni thi na main? Ab kya soch rahi hoon… par… par maza bhi toh bahut aaya tha. Uski ungliyan jab meri G-spot par touch kar rahi thin… aur main uske lund ko stroke kar rahi thi… Soham dekh raha tha… woh proud tha…

Soham ne car ko highway ki taraf mod diya. Ghar jaane mein lagbhag 40 minute lagenge. Usne radio halka sa on kiya, lekin volume itna low ki sirf background music sunai de. Phir dheere se bola, “Geeti… batao na… poora scene mujhe detail mein sunao. Main sirf thoda-thoda dekh pa raha tha… par tum dono kitne natural lag rahe the.”
Geeti ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh apni seat par thoda twist hokar baith gayi. Uski saree ka pallu phir se thoda sarak gaya, aur uski deep cleavage ek baar phir dikhai dene lagi. “Soham… please… abhi mat pucho. Sharam aa rahi hai mujhe,” usne halke se kaha, lekin uski aankhon mein ek alag si chamak thi.
Soham ne muskurate hue uski jangh par haath rakha — bahut dheere, bahut pyaar se. “Sharm? Baby, ab sharm kyun? Main toh bahut khush hoon. Tumhara woh orgasm… jab tum kaanp rahi thi uske haath mein… aur uska cum tumhare haath par… fuck… main toh bar par hi hard ho gaya tha dekh kar.”
Geeti ne ek gehri saans li. Uski chhati upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Woh dheere-dheere bolne lagi, jaise har shabd uske muh se nikalne mein himmat chahiye thi. “Shuru mein… bahut darr lag raha tha. Jab woh photo booth mein mujhe kiss kar raha tha… mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Phir usne mera blouse upar kiya… dono breasts bahar nikaal diye. Uske haath itne garam the… jab usne meri nipples pinch kiye… main… main control nahi kar paayi. Aur jab uski ungliyan meri panty ke andar gayi… Soham, main pehle se hi itni wet thi ki uski ungliyan bina rukawat ke andar chali gayi. Uski do ungliyan… andar-bahar… aur uska thumb meri clit par circles bana raha tha.”
Soham ki grip steering wheel par tight ho gayi. Uski saansein bhi tez ho chuki thin. “Aur tum… tumne uska lund pakda tha na?”
Geeti ne haan mein sir hilaya. Uski awaaz ab aur bhi dheemi ho gayi thi. “Haan… usne khud apni zip kholi thi. Woh itna hard aur garam tha… mera haath uske lund par laga hi tha. Main pehle dheere-dheere stroke kar rahi thi… phir speed badha di. Uska lund mere haath mein twitch kar raha tha. Aur uski ungliyan meri chut mein tez ho rahi thin… dono saath-saath… jaise rhythm ban gaya tha. Jab main cum karne wali thi… maine uska lund aur tight pakad liya… aur woh bhi mera naam leke moan kar raha tha.”
Car mein ab sirf unki saansein aur bahar ki traffic ki halki aawaaz hi sunai de rahi thi. Geeti ki chut phir se geeli hone lagi thi — sirf yaadon se hi. Woh apni thighs ko ek dusre se daboch rahi thi taaki woh sensation control kar sake.
Soham ne ek haath se uski jangh ko halke se sehlaaya. “Tum bahut hot thi Geeti. Main dekh raha tha… tumhari aankhein band thi… tum completely lost thi us pleasure mein. Ab batao… ab feel kya ho raha hai? Guilt? Ya… excitement?”
Geeti ne window ki taraf dekha. Bahar ki lights uske chehre par pad rahi thin. “Dono… Soham. Guilt bahut hai. Main soch rahi hoon… main kya ban gayi hoon? Ek pati ke saamne dusre mard se apni chut letwakar… haath se uska cum nikaal kar. Par… par thrill bhi itna hai ki main control nahi kar paa rahi. Jaise koi nasha chadha ho. Abhi bhi meri body uske touch ko yaad kar rahi hai.”
Ghar ke paas pahunchte-pahunchte Geeti ka sharir thoda thak chuka tha, lekin uska dimaag abhi bhi us photo booth ke palon mein ghuma ja raha tha. Car ghar ke garage mein khadi hui. Soham ne engine off kiya aur Geeti ki taraf mud kar uske chehre ko dono haathon se pakda.
“Geeti… main tumse bahut pyar karta hoon. Aur aaj jo hua… woh hum dono ke liye naya chapter hai. Kal office jaana hai… Raghavan wahan wait kar raha hoga shayad. Par aaj raat… sirf hum dono. Tum thak gayi ho… chalo andar chalte hain.”
Geeti ne sirf haan kiya. Dono car se utre. Geeti ki payal ki chhunn-chhunn raat ki khamoshi mein goonj rahi thi. Ghar mein lights off thi — Amrita abhi tak nahi aayi thi. Geeti seedhe bedroom ki taraf gayi. 
Bedroom mein pahunch kar woh mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Apne aap ko dekha — laal chehra, swollen lips, messy baal, aur  uski geeli panty ka outline. Woh dheere se apni saree ka pallu neeche khinchne lagi…



Geeti ne bedroom ke mirror ke saamne khadi hokar apni saree ka dress dheere-dheere neeche khinch diya. Black deess uske shoulders se phisal kar zameen par gir gaya. Usne apne haathon se bra ke hooks ek-ek karke khole… har hook khulte hi uski badi-badi fair breasts thodi aur azaad hoti gayi. Blouse poora utar kar bed par phenk diya. Ab sirf uski low-waist things aur geeli panty bachi thi. Thongs ka zip kholte hue woh dheere se boli, “Kya ban gayi hoon main aaj…” aur petticoat bhi neeche sarak gayi. Panty ko bhi dono taangon se nikaal kar side mein rakh diya.

Ab Geeti bilkul nangi thi. Mirror mein apna poora shareer dekh rahi thi — uski ivory jaise chamakti fair skin, badi gol breasts jinke nipples abhi bhi thode laal aur swollen the Arjun ke kisses aur pinches se, patli kamar, wide hips aur uski clean shaved chut jo abhi bhi thodi si phooli hui thi aur uske andar se halki si cream jaisi wetness chamak rahi thi. Usne apne dono haathon se apni breasts ko halke se dabaya aur ek gehri saans li.
Yaadein ek saath laut aayi… photo booth ki andheri roshni, Arjun ka garam saans uske gale par, uske mazboot haath uski breasts ko massage karte hue, uski do ungliyan uski chut ke andar andar-bahar karte hue, aur uska lund uske haath mein tadapta hua. Geeti ki saansein phir se tez ho gayi. Uski ek ungli apne aap hi neeche gayi aur chut ke upar se halke se sehlaane lagi. “Arjun…” usne apne aap se hi dheeme se whisper kiya. Uski chut phir se geeli hone lagi. Mirror mein dekhte hue uski aankhein band ho gayi aur woh apni lower lip ko kaatne lagi. Sharir mein ek nasha sa chadh raha tha — guilt toh tha, par ab woh guilt bhi usko aur garam kar raha tha.
Tabhi Soham bedroom mein andar aaya. Woh door ke frame par khada tha aur apni biwi ko aise nangi mirror ke saamne dekhte hue muskurane laga. Uska lund already hard ho chuka tha pant ke andar. Woh dheere se peeche se aaya, apne dono haathon se Geeti ki kamar ko pakda aur uske kandhe par ek naram sa kiss kiya.
Geeti ki aankhein khul gayi. Woh mirror ke through hi Soham ko dekh rahi thi. Uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi, “Soham… please… fuck me. Abhi… bahut garam ho rahi hoon main. Mujhe chahiye…”



Soham ne uske gale ko kiss kiya, phir uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Nahi baby… aaj nahi.” Uski awaaz mein ek mischievous smile thi. “Aaj main nahi… tum khud hi enjoy karo. Main sirf dekhunga.”

Geeti ka chehra mirror mein laal ho gaya. Usne palat kar Soham ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein ek aisi bheekh thi jo pehle kabhi nahi thi. “Soham please… main nahi rok paa rahi apne aap ko…”
Lekin Soham ne muskurate hue bed ki taraf ishara kiya aur apne bag se woh special dildo nikaala — jo usne khud Geeti ko gift kiya tha kuch hafte pehle, realistic 8-inch ka, veins wala, skin-like feel. Usne dildo ko Geeti ki taraf toss kar diya. “Yeh lo… aur socho ki yeh Arjun hi hai.”
Geeti ne bed par baith gayi. Usne dildo ko apne haathon mein liya. Pehle woh usko dekh rahi thi, phir dheere se apni zubaan bahar nikaali aur dildo ke tip ko lick karne lagi — jaise koi randi kisi mard ke lund ko seduce kar rahi ho. Uski aankhein band ho gayi. Woh dildo ko apne muh mein lene lagi — dheere-dheere andar bahar, apni zubaan se chaat-te hue, suck karte hue. “Mmmhh…” halki si moan nikli uske muh se.
Soham ne phone nikaal liya aur chupke se photos click karne laga — Geeti bilkul nangi, bed par baithi, dildo ko apne muh mein leke suck kar rahi thi, uski breasts hil rahi thin har movement ke saath, chut se nikalti wetness bed sheet par ek chhota sa spot bana rahi thi.
Geeti ko ab bilkul farak nahi pad raha tha ki Soham saamne khada hai aur photos le raha hai. Woh poori tarah apne nasha mein thi. Usne dildo ko muh se nikaala — woh ab poora geela aur chamakta hua tha uske thook se. Usne use apni chut par rakh kar dheere se upar-neeche ragadne lagi. Uski clit par tip ko circle banate hue woh aur geeli ho gayi.









Phir usne dildo ko apni chut ke entrance par set kiya aur ek hi jhatke mein andar dhakel diya. “Aaaahhh…” uski aankhein band ho gayi. Aur phir… jab woh andar-bahar karne lagi, usne zor se seductive awaaz mein chillaya, “Ohhhh fuck Arjuuunnnnnn… haaan… aur zor se… fuck me Arjuuun… aaahhh!”

Uski taangein faili hui thin, ek haath se bed sheet pakde hue aur dusre haath se dildo ko tez-tez andar-bahar karte hue. Woh poori tarah bhool gayi thi ki Soham saamne khada hai. Sirf Arjun ki yaad, sirf uski ungliyon ki feeling, aur ab yeh dildo uske andar poora ghusa hua tha. Har dhakke ke saath uski breasts zor-zor se hil rahi thin, uski saansein aur tez, uski awaaz aur bheegi.
“Arjuuun… tumhara lund… itna bada… haaan… fuck your hotwife… aaaahhh!” Woh bilkul wild ho chuki thi.
Soham sirf dekh raha tha, phone mein record bhi kar raha tha, apna lund pant ke upar se sehlaate hue. Geeti ki speed aur tez hoti gayi… uski chut ke chhap-chhap ki awaaz poore bedroom mein goonj rahi thi.




Aur phir… ek zor ka jhatka… Geeti ka poora sharir kaanp utha. Uski aankhein band, muh khula, “Arjuuunnnn… I’m cumming… ohhh fuuuckkkk!” uski chut se ek zor ka squirt nikla, dildo poora andar tak ghusa hua, aur woh bed par let gayi — sharir abhi bhi halke-halke spasms le raha tha, saansein tez, chehra poora laal aur satisfied.



Geeti ka sharir abhi bhi halke-halke spasms le raha tha. Bed sheet uske neeche poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi uske squirt se. Dildo abhi bhi uski chut ke andar tha, lekin usne dheere se usko bahar nikaal diya aur side mein rakh diya. Uski saansein tez thi, aankhein band, chehra poora laal. Woh sirf leti rahi… yaadon mein doob kar — Arjun ka naam uske muh se nikalne ki sharm abhi bhi uske dil mein ghoom rahi thi. Main… maine Soham ke saamne… Arjun ka naam leke… itna zor se chillaya? Kitni shameless ho gayi hoon main…

Tabhi Soham bed par aaya. Woh chupke se uske paas let gaya aur usko apne seene se chipka liya. Uski mazboot baahen Geeti ki kamar ke around lapet gayi. Geeti ne koi awaaz nahi nikali. Woh bilkul chup thi. Uski body thodi si sakht ho gayi thi sharm se, lekin Soham ne uske maathe par ek naram kiss kiya aur dheere se uske baal sehlaane laga.
“Shhh… bas relax karo baby,” usne pyaar se whisper kiya. “Main yahin hoon.”
Geeti ne sirf apni aankhein band kar li aur uske seene mein muh chhupa liya. Woh heavily embarrassed thi — itni ki bol bhi nahi paa rahi thi. Uski cheeks garam thi, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Soham ne sab dekh liya… sab suna bhi. Main kitni gandi lag rahi thi uske saamne… Arjun ko chillate hue… Lekin Soham ke garam seene ki dhak-dhak aur uski loving baahon mein woh dheere-dheere relax hone lagi. Uski saansein normal hoti gayi. Woh uske arms mein hi so gayi — bilkul chup, sirf ek gehri saans lete hue.
Soham ne usko aur tight hug kiya. Usne kuch nahi poocha us waqt. Sirf uske kandhe par haath ferte hue let gaya. Raat ki khamoshi mein sirf unki saanson ki awaaz thi.



Thodi der baad Soham ne dheere se uske kaan mein kaha, “Geeti… tum theek ho na baby? Batao na… kaisa feel ho raha hai ab?”

Geeti ne thoda sa sar hilaya, lekin uski awaaz bahut dheemi aur kaanpti hui thi. Woh try kar rahi thi act normal karne ka, lekin uska chehra abhi bhi laal tha. “Haan… theek hoon Soham. Bas… thak gayi thi. So jao na,” usne halke se kaha aur phir se uske seene mein muh chhupa liya. Woh baat nahi karna chahti thi. Sharm itni thi ki aankh bhi nahi mila paa rahi thi. Soham ne muskurate hue uske baal kiss kiye aur dono aise hi so gaye — Geeti uske loving arms mein, bilkul silent.
Subah hui. Geeti ne aankh kholi toh Soham abhi bhi usko hug kiye hue tha. Uski body ab thodi relaxed thi, lekin raat wali baat abhi bhi uske dimaag mein ghum rahi thi. Woh dheere se uthi, shower liya aur taiyaar hone lagi.
Kitchen mein Amrita already nashta bana rahi thi. Uski bubbly awaaz sunai di, “Didi! Good morning! Aaj office ke liye late nahi ho rahi ho na? Chai ready hai.”
Geeti ne normal smile try kiya. Uski cheeks thodi si laal thi abhi bhi, lekin woh acting normal kar rahi thi. “Haan Amrita… good morning. Chai de na. Aur tu kaisi hai? Kal raat kahan thi itni der tak?”
Amrita ne muskurate hue chai ka cup uske haath mein diya aur usko tease karte hue kaha, “Arre didi, main toh friend ke saath movie dekhne gayi thi. Tu bata… aaj tere chehre par glow kyun hai? Koi special night thi kya?” usne aankh maari.
Geeti ka dil zor se dhaka. Woh thoda sa embarrass ho gayi, lekin hasne ki koshish ki. “Kuch nahi… bas normal night thi. Tu bhi na, har baat mein kuch na kuch soch leti hai.” Dono behenein normal baatein karne lagi — office ki, ghar ki, Amrita ke college ki. Geeti ne apni sharm chhupate hue normal behave kiya, lekin andar hi andar raat wali yaadein usko thoda garam kar rahi thin.




Phir woh taiyaar hone chali gayi. Aaj usne apne naye bold image ke hisaab se dress choose kiya tha. Ek deep red transparent chiffon saree — bilkul thin aur sheer, jismein uski fair skin aur black petticoat ka outline saaf dikhta tha. Saree ko woh bahut low waist pe dbang kiya tha, taaki uska deep navel aur patli kamar kaafi exposed rahe. Blouse ek black sleeveless deep plunging neckline wala tha — front mein cleavage itna deep ki uski badi breasts ka almost half part bahar hi dikh raha tha, aur back mein sirf do thin strings thi, bilkul backless. Bra nahi pehna tha aaj — sirf nipple covers. Saree ka pallu usne deliberately thoda loose rakha tha taaki har movement mein slip ho sake. Baal khule hue, wavy style mein, thodi si smoky eyes makeup, bold red lipstick aur ek chhoti si bindi. Payal aur mangalsutra abhi bhi pehne hue the, lekin ab woh sab kuch aur seductive lag raha tha.




Mirror mein dekhte hue Geeti ne apne aap ko dekha. Yeh main hoon ab… pativrata wali Geeti nahi rahi. Office ja rahi hoon… Raghavan aur Rohan dono dekhenge… aur main… main khud ko rok nahi paa rahi.
Woh bahar aayi. Soham aur Amrita dono usko dekh kar thodi si stunned reh gaye. Amrita ne whistle maari, “Waah didi! Aaj toh koi bhi office mein control nahi kar paayega tujhe dekh kar!”
Geeti ne sharma kar muskuraya, pallu thoda adjust kiya (jo turant phir se slip ho gaya) aur boli, “Bas… normal hi hai. Main nikalti hoon office ke liye. Bye.”
Car mein baith kar woh office ki taraf nikal gayi. Uski saansein thodi tez thi — kal raat ki sharm abhi bhi thi, lekin aaj office mein kya hoga iski soch kar uski chut phir se thodi geeli hone lagi thi.

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Bhai
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Yeh wala story ka update chahiye

Maine vo story se break liya hae , i might write after the break but abhi mae baki stories complete krunga