Adultery Shaadishuda Jhanvi aur Mature Uncles ki Garmi aur Deewangi

[DevinaB33F]

Mera naam Jhanvi hai. Main 29 saal ki hoon, ek bete ki maa, aur ek aisi aurat jo apni har ada se logon ko tadpa deti hai.

Mera badan bahut fit aur seductive hai — bade, bhare-bhare, gol mamme jo har saans ke saath upar-neeche hilte hain, patli kamar jo un mammon ke neeche ek zabardast contrast banati hai, aur ek moti, ubhari hui gaand jo chiffon saree mein hilte hue har mard ka dil baith jaati hai. Meri gori skin, lambe kaale baal aur badi-badi aankhein mujhe ek khoobsurat married woman ka perfect mixture banati hain.




Par main bahut sharmili bhi hoon. Jab koi mujhe ghoorta hai, mere gehre cleavage ko dekhta hai ya meri hilti hui gaand pe nazar tikata hai, toh mera chehra turant laal ho jaata hai. Dil zor-zor se dhadakne lagta hai aur main aankhein neeche kar leti hoon. Phir bhi, andar kahin ek chhoti si aag jalti rehti hai — ek aisi pyas jo dheere-dheere badhti ja rahi hai.

Roz subah jab main apni favourite transparent chiffon saree aur deep-neck sleeveless blouse pehen kar market jaati hoon, toh bahar se main ek sanskaari, sharmili bhabhi lagti hoon… lekin andar se main jaanti hoon ki meri yeh sharm aur meri yeh sexiness, dono milkar mujhe ek dangerous aurat bana rahi hain.

3 mahine pehle mein aur mere pati aur bete ek naye city shift huye the , hubby ke ek project fir se ek dusre dusre sheher mein aaya tha aur bas who hi wahan chale gaye the. Is naye sheher mein Ab yeh naya safar shuru ho chuka hai… jahaan meri sharm aur meri hawas, dono saath-saath chal rahi hain.

Har roz subah main apni favourite chiffon saree aur sleeveless blouse pehen kar vegetable market jaati hoon. Pehle hafte main thodi conservative thi – normal blouse, thoda sa deep neck, par cleavage nahi dikhati thi. Par un uncle logon ki nazrein aur unki baatein mujhe andar se kuch alag feel karwa deti thi.

Pehla din yaad hai… Main sabzi chun rahi thi aur piche se ek kaale, motey uncle ki awaaz aayi, “Arre Jhanvi bhabhi, aaj itni tight blouse pehen li? Lagta hai aapke ‘melons’ ko saans lene ki zarurat pad rahi hai.”




Main neeche jhuki thi, toh unki aankhein meri kamar aur gaand pe thi. Maine kuch nahi bola, bas muskurakar chup reh gayi. Par dil mein ek halki si garmi mehsoos hui.

Juice shop pe pahunchi toh wahan ka 48 saal ka kaala, bada sa uncle, Ramesh uncle, glass dete hue bola, “Bhabhi, aaj special thick juice banaun? Bahut creamy aur garam andar tak pahunchne wala… aapki figure ke hisaab se perfect rahega.”

Main sharma kar sirf “Normal hi de do uncle” bol diya. Par uski aankhein mere boobs pe tik gayi thi.

Kirana store mein toh mahaul hi alag tha. Teen-chaar hefty uncles hamesha baithte the – sab 40-50 ke, kaale, motey, aur hamesha horny. Ek ne bola, “Jhanvi ji, aaj saree mein bahut glow aa raha hai… shayad raat mein pati ne achhe se ‘serve’ kiya hoga?”

Main pehle hafte bilkul chup rehti. Bas cheezein le kar nikal jaati.

Lekin dheere dheere badalne lagi main.

Dusre hafte main sleeveless blouses pehenne lagi – arms poore khule, back deep cut. Jab main market mein jhukti, toh meri smooth peeth aur blouse ka deep cut saaf dikhta. Uncles ke muh khul jaate.

Ek din sabzi wala uncle ne kaha, “Bhabhi, aaj toh back bilkul khula chhod rakha hai… thand lag jaayegi. Chahiye toh hum garam haathon se seka de?”

Maine pehli baar halka sa smile kiya aur bola, “Uncle, aapke haath toh bahut garam hain… par main sambhal lungi.”

Juice shop pe Ramesh uncle ne aankh maari, “Bhabhi, aaj blouse mein se bahut ‘juice’ tapak raha hai lagta hai. Special creamy milkshake banaun aaj? Bahut thick aur sticky… andar tak gehraai tak pahunchega.”

Maine thoda jhuk kar, apne bade boobs ko aur highlight karte hue kaha, “Uncle, thoda kam hi daalna… warna overflow ho jaayega.”

Teesre hafte main puri tarah badal chuki thi.

Ab main bahut deep cleavage wale, tight sleeveless blouses pehenti thi. Mere heavy boobs kaam se kaam 50% dikh rahe hote, blouse itna low-cut ki bra ka lace bhi halka sa dikhta. Saree bilkul transparent chiffon ki – andar ka petticoat aur thighs ki line saaf dikh rahi hoti. Jab main chalti, toh saree meri gaand pe tight padti aur har kadam mein hips hilte.

Aaj subah bhi main aisi hi dressed thi.

Vegetable market mein jaise hi main jhuki, sabzi wala uncle saans rok kar bola, “Hayee Jhanvi bhabhi… aaj toh cleavage se doodh nikalne wala hai! Itne bade aur tight ‘tamatar’ kab se laayi ho? Hum bhi chakhna chahte hain thoda sa.”

Maine muskurate hue, apni saree thodi aur neeche kheench kar cleavage aur gehra karte hue kaha, “Uncle, sirf dekhne ki hi adat hai aapki? Chakhna hai toh boliye na… par haath nahi lagaane ka waada hai na?”

Unka chehra laal pad gaya. Woh sirf dekh sakte the, chhoo nahi sakte the.

Juice shop pahunchi. Ramesh uncle ki aankhein mere boobs pe atak gayi. Usne bola, “Bhabhi, aaj toh aapke ‘juicy melons’ se pura market garam ho raha hai. Special thick, creamy, aur bahut gehra juice banaun? Aapki chutiyon ke andar tak thanda karega… aur bahar se garam.”

Maine apne boobs ko thoda sa upar dhakel kar, unhe aur bada dikhate hue flirt kiya, “Uncle, aap toh bahut experienced lagte ho… par sirf baatein hi karte ho. Kabhi asli juice pilaya hai kisi ko? Ya sirf glass mein hi daalte ho?”

Woh hans pada, “Bhabhi, agar aap allow karo toh main apna pura ‘jug’ khali kar doon aapke andar.”

Main hasi aur boli, “Jug toh dekhti hoon… par andar tak pahunchane ki himmat hai bhi aapmein?”

Last mein kirana store.

Wahan sabse maza aata tha. Jaise hi main andar gayi, sab uncles ki nazrein meri transparent saree, deep cleavage aur hilti hui gaand pe pad gayi.

Ek uncle bola, “Jhanvi madam, yeh transparent saree mein toh pura ‘maal’ dikh raha hai. Andar kya pehna hai? Ya kuch nahi?”

Maine dheere se ghum kar apni gaand unki taraf karte hue kaha, “Uncle, dekh lo na… sab dikh raha hai toh. Par haath mat lagana, warna main chillaa dungi.”

Dusra uncle, jo sabse mota tha, saans phoolte hue bola, “Bhabhi, aapki gaand itni gol aur tight… ek baar press kar loon toh jaan nikal jaayegi. Aapke pati ko pata hai ki unki biwi itni ‘hot maal’ hai?”

Maine unke saamne jhuk kar, apne boobs ko aur gehra dikhate hue seductive awaaz mein kaha, “Pati toh bahar hai… aur main yahan aap logon ke saath maze le rahi hoon. Aap log sirf baatein karte ho, par mujhe toh ab asli maza chahiye… kab tak sirf nazron se hi chodoge mujhe?”

Sab uncles ke muh khul gaye. Unki aankhon mein pure lust tha. Woh mujhe chodna chahte the, par sirf baaton aur nazron se hi.

Main unke saamne apni saree thodi adjust karti, boobs hilati, hips ghumati… aur unke double meaning ka jawab double meaning mein deti.

Andar se main bhi bahut garam ho chuki thi. Unki horny nazrein, unki gandi baatein, aur yeh feeling ki woh mujhe chhoo nahi sakte… sab kuch mujhe aur zyada wet kar deta tha.

Har roz yeh khel chalta rehta. Main jaanti thi ki yeh dangerous hai, par yeh excitement mujhe rok nahi paa rahi thi.

Ab main har roz aur gehra blouse, aur transparent saree pehen kar jaati hoon… taaki un uncle logon ko aur tadpa saku.

Aur woh tadapte rehte hain… sirf dekh kar, baatein kar .

[DevinaB33F]

Aaj subah bus strike ho gaya tha, pura market mein afra-tafri machi hui thi. Main apni routine shopping karne nikal hi chuki thi – aaj bhi wohi look, bilkul transparent red chiffon saree, andar sirf halka sa black petticoat, aur blouse? Bahut tight sleeveless, itna deep neck ki mere bade-bade tight boobs ka 70% hissa bahar jhaank raha tha. Nipples ke upar sirf thin fabric, bra nahi pehni thi. Jab main chalti, boobs zor-zor se hilte aur gaand pe saree itni tight ki meri moti gaand ki shape saaf dikh rahi thi.


Koi option nahi tha, mujhe ek six-seater sharing auto mein baithna pada. Auto mein already 6 log the – 2 auratein (ek middle-aged aunty aur main) aur 4 mard. Sab mard 40-50 ke, kaale, motey-taazey, hefty body wale, bilkul wohi uncle type jo market mein mujhe tadpaate the. Auto chhota sa tha, seats tight, sab ek dusre se sata hua baith rahe the.


Pehle stop pe aunty ne utar liya. Ab 5 log bache – main aur 4 mard. Dusre stop pe dusri aurat bhi utar gayi. Teesre stop tak sirf main aur woh chaar mard bache the. Auto ab khali sa ho gaya tha, par main beech mein baithi thi, aur woh chaar log charon taraf se mujhe gher ke baith gaye the. Unki garam saansein mere kaan tak pahunch rahi thi, aur auto ke har jhatke mein mera badan unke badan se ragad kha raha tha.


Woh log aapas mein hi baat kar rahe the, par har baat double meaning aur gandi innuendo se bhari hui thi. Mujhe bilkul sharm aa rahi thi, chehra laal ho raha tha, par andar se ek ajeeb si garmi badh rahi thi. Meri chut dheere-dheere geeli hone lagi thi unki baaton se.


Sabse mota wala uncle (jo mere bilkul bagal mein baitha tha) pehle bola, dusre ko dekhte hue:


“Arey bhai, aaj toh yeh tight packing wali cheez bahut garam lag rahi hai na? Dekho kitni bhaari-bhaari hai upar se… lagta hai doodh se phati pad rahi hai. Ek baar zor se dabao toh pura ras nikal aaye.”


Dusra uncle (mere saamne baitha) hans kar bola, “Haan yaar, aur neeche bhi dekho… kitni moti aur ubhari hui hai. Aisi cheez ko peeche se pakad kar zor-zor se thokna padta hai, warna control hi nahi hota. Kitni der tak leg paayegi woh?”


Teesra uncle, jo mere left side pe tha, apni taang thodi si meri taraf failate hue bola, “Bhai, aur yeh kapda bhi kitna patla hai… andar ka sab kuch dikh raha hai. Lagta hai andar bahut geela ho raha hoga aisi garmi mein. Koi thanda karne wala juice chahiye kya isko? Bahut creamy aur thick wala jo andar tak pahunche.”


Chautha uncle ne muskura kar kaha, “Arre, aur upar wale mamme dekho… itne bade aur tight, blouse se bahar nikalne ko betab. Soch raha hoon ek baar muh laga kar chusun toh kitna doodh nikaal paaunga. Aur yeh hips… har jhatke mein hil rahi hai jaise invite kar rahi ho. Koi experienced haath chahiye isko thokne ke liye.”


Mere bagal wala mota uncle phir se bola, saans phoolte hue, “Yaar, aisi aurat ko dekh kar toh lund khada ho hi jaata hai. Socho zara, agar isko ghodi bana kar peeche se pakda jaye aur zor-zor se dhakke maare jayen… kitna maal andar bhar sakte hain? Chut bhi tight hogi, gaand bhi… dono holes ek saath bhar do toh mazaa aa jaaye.”


Unki har baat mujhe bilkul sharmila kar rahi thi. Main sirf neeche dekhe ja rahi thi, haath saree ke pallu mein jakde hue, par andar se meri chut bahut geeli ho chuki thi. Nipples sakht ho kar blouse ke upar se dikhne lage the. Har baar jab auto jhatka khata, mera badan unke badan se ragadta aur mujhe aur garam kar deta.


Main kuch nahi bol paa rahi thi, bas chup-chaap sun rahi thi. Sharm se mera chehra laal tha, par andar man mein ek pyas jag rahi thi – unki gandi baatein, unki nazrein mere boobs aur gaand pe, aur yeh feeling ki woh mujhe chodne ki baatein kar rahe hain… sab kuch mujhe bahut zyada tadpa raha tha.


Auto abhi bhi chal raha tha, aur woh chaar log aapas mein aur gandi baatein karte ja rahe the. Main sirf sun rahi thi… aur andar se aag se jal rahi thi.


Kya hoga aage? Mujhe khud nahi pata tha… par yeh sharm aur garmi ka khel ab rukne wala nahi tha.

[Blackdick11]

agar koi itni maal bankar or apne asset ko expose karega... tease hona to pakka h,,,,yah toh in budhon ki sharafat hai ki khud ko rok ke rakha hua hai verna kand ho jata ;)

Keep it up

[Basic]

Sabhalke warna kisi deen buddhon ke haath pag gayi to phir aisa sex hoga ki wo akele buddhonko jhelte jhelte thak jaayegi

[DevinaB33F]

agar koi itni maal bankar or apne asset ko expose karega... tease hona to pakka h,,,,yah toh in budhon ki sharafat hai ki khud ko rok ke rakha hua hai verna kand ho jata ;)

Keep it up

Bahut teasing hoti rahegi

[DevinaB33F]

Sabhalke warna kisi deen buddhon ke haath pag gayi to phir aisa sex hoga ki wo akele buddhonko jhelte jhelte thak jaayegi

Khel toh bada lamba chalne wala hain

[DevinaB33F]

Aaj bus strike ke karan main us chhote se six-seater sharing auto mein baithi hui thi, aur ab sirf main aur woh chaar motey-kaale, 40-50 saal ke hefty uncle log bache the. Auto ke har jhatke mein mera badan unke badan se ragad raha tha. Main beech mein baithi thi, aur woh charon taraf se mujhe gher ke baith gaye the – ek bagal mein, ek saamne, ek dusre bagal mein aur ek thoda peeche.


Unki baatein sun-sun kar mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Chehra bilkul laal ho chuka tha, aankhein neeche jhuki hui thi, haath saree ke pallu ko tightly pakde hue the. Par andar… andar kuch aur hi ho raha tha.


‘Hayee bhagwan… yeh log kya bol rahe hain? Yeh sab meri baare mein hi toh baat kar rahe hain. Mere boobs ko “bhaari-bhaari doodh se phati pad rahi hai” bol rahe hain… sach mein mere mamme itne tight aur bhare hue hain aaj. Blouse itna low-cut hai ki nipples ke upar sirf patla sa fabric hai. Har baar auto hilta hai toh woh uncle ki taang meri jhangon se ragadti hai aur mere nipples aur sakht ho jaate hain. Sharm aa rahi hai… par meri chut mein ek halka sa current daud raha hai.’


Mota uncle jo mere bilkul bagal mein baitha tha, uski garam saans mere kaan pe pad rahi thi jab woh bola, “Aisi cheez ko peeche se pakad kar zor-zor se thokna padta hai…”


Maine mann mein socha, ‘Arre… yeh toh meri gaand ki baat kar raha hai. Meri moti, gol gaand… jo har kadam mein hilti hai. Soch raha hoga kaise peeche se pakad kar mujhe ghodi bana de aur apna mota kaala lund meri chut mein ghusa de. Haye… agar sach mein aisa kare toh? Mere pati itne din se nahi chod rahe… meri chut bahut pyasi ho gayi hai. Par nahi… main married hoon, bete ki maa hoon… phir bhi yeh baatein sun kar meri chut geeli kyun ho rahi hai? Panties mein pani nikal raha hai, feel ho raha hai.’


Dusra uncle saamne se bola, “Kitni der tak leg paayegi woh?”


Mere dil ne dhak se kaha, ‘Yeh pooch raha hai ki main kitni der tak unka mota lund le paungi. Sach bolun toh mujhe nahi pata… mere pati ka normal size ka hai, par yeh uncle log toh bahut motey-taazey hain. Unka lund kitna bada hoga? Soch kar hi meri chut mein ek khali pan mehsoos ho raha hai. Sharm se mar jaungi… par mann mein ek awaaz keh rahi hai – “ek baar try kar toh dekh…” Nahi Jhanvi, control kar… bas sunti reh.’


Teesra uncle ne kaha, “Andar bahut geela ho raha hoga aisi garmi mein… koi thanda karne wala creamy thick juice chahiye kya?”


Main mann hi mann garam ho gayi, ‘Hayee… yeh toh seedha meri chut ki baat kar raha hai. Meri chut abhi se bahut geeli ho chuki hai unki baaton se. Geela pan feel ho raha hai… agar main haath lagaun toh panty puri tarah bhig gayi hogi. Yeh log soch rahe honge ki meri chut kitni tight aur geeli hogi. Unka creamy maal andar bharne ki baat kar rahe hain… agar sach mein andar tak bhar dein toh kaisa feel hoga? Mere pure badan mein current daud jaayega. Sharm aa rahi hai itni ki aankh utha kar bhi nahi dekh paa rahi, par nipples itne sakht ho gaye hain ki blouse ke upar se dikh rahe honge. Yeh log dekh rahe honge na?’


Chautha uncle ne muskura kar kaha, “Upar wale mamme dekho… itne bade aur tight… ek baar muh laga kar chusun toh kitna doodh nikaal paaunga.”


Mere mann ne turant react kiya, ‘Mere boobs… woh mere bade mammon ki baat kar rahe hain. Aaj bra nahi pehni, isliye woh zor-zor se hil rahe hain. Soch rahe honge dono nipples ko muh mein le kar chusenge aur doodh nikaalenge. Haye… mere nipples bahut sensitive hain. Agar koi sach mein chuse toh main control nahi kar paungi. Mann mein ek picture ban rahi hai – main unke beech mein baithi, ek uncle mere boobs chus raha hai, dusra peeche se gaand pakad kar ragad raha hai… aur main bas sharma rahi hoon. Yeh sab soch kar meri chut aur geeli ho rahi hai. Main kya ho gayi hoon? Ek respectable married lady… par yeh baatein sun kar itni pyasi kyun feel ho rahi hoon?’


Auto ka har jhatka mujhe unke badan se aur ragad raha tha. Mota bagal wala uncle ki jaangh meri jaangh se sata hua tha. Main feel kar rahi thi ki uska lund pant mein khada hoga… garam aur mota.


‘Sharm se mar ja rahi hoon… par yeh excitement rok nahi paa rahi. Unki nazrein mere cleavage pe, meri hilti hui gaand pe, meri jhangon pe… sab jagah ghum rahi hain. Woh jaan-bujh kar double meaning bol rahe hain taaki main sunti rahun. Aur main… main kuch bol nahi paa rahi, bas sun rahi hoon aur andar se jal rahi hoon.


Ek taraf sharm hai ki main ek biwi hoon, maa hoon… dusri taraf yeh pyas hai jo pati ke absence mein badh rahi hai. Unki baatein meri chut ko tadpa rahi hain. Soch rahi hoon… agar yeh log haath lagaane ki koshish karein toh main kya karungi? Chillaoongi? Ya bas chup rehungi aur enjoy karungi?


Abhi toh bas sun rahi hoon… par har baat ke saath meri saansein tez ho rahi hain, chut geeli ho rahi hai aur mann mein ek chhoti si ichchha jag rahi hai – “thoda aur sunti rahun… aur gehra sunti rahun…”’


Auto abhi bhi chal raha tha. Woh chaar uncle ab bhi aapas mein hi gandi-gandi baatein kar rahe the, kabhi-kabhi meri taraf dekhte hue muskurate. Main sirf neeche dekhe ja rahi thi, par mera badan garam ho chuka tha aur mann mein ek toofan macha hua tha – sharm, pyas, excitement aur guilt ka mila-jula ehsaas.


Yeh safar aur kitna lamba hoga… aur main isme aur kitni gehraai tak jaungi, khud nahi jaanti.

Auto abhi bhi chal raha tha aur woh chaar uncle log aapas mein hi gandi-gandi double meaning baatein kar rahe the. Har baat sun kar mera badan garam ho raha tha, chut geeli ho chuki thi aur mann mein purane din yaad aa rahe the.


‘Hayee… yeh baatein sun kar mera past khud-ba-khud yaad aa raha hai. Shadi se pehle aur shadi ke baad bhi… main hamesha aise hi mature, hefty uncles ke attraction mein phasti rahi hoon. Sharm toh aati hai, par yeh tadap rukti nahi.’


Pehla experience yaad hai… main tab sirf 22 saal ki thi, abhi-abhi college khatam kiya tha. Ghar ke paas ek purana kirana store tha. Wahan ka owner uncle – naam tha Rajesh uncle, umar 52 saal, kaala, mota, badi-badi pet wala. Main roz chhoti-chhoti cheezein lene jaati thi. Pehle toh woh normal baat karte the, par dheere-dheere unki nazrein mere ubharte hue boobs pe tikne lagi.


Ek din main tight salwar-kameez pehen kar gayi thi. Jab main counter pe jhuki toh uncle ne muskurate hue kaha, “Beta, aaj toh upar wala maal bahut tight packing mein hai… saans lene mein takleef toh nahi ho rahi?” Maine sharma kar kuch nahi bola, par dil mein garmi mehsoos hui. Us din se unki baatein double meaning ki hone lagi – “Beta, yeh packet tight hai, haath se kholna padega… warna andar ka maal nahi niklega.”


 
Main chup-chaap sunti, muskurati, par ghar jaakar raat ko yaad karke apni chut ko haath se ragadti. Ek din unhone mujhe peeche ke godown mein bula liya. Wahan sirf hum dono the. Unhone kaha, “Jhanvi, teri figure bahut zabardast hai… agar ek baar haath laga loon toh pata chal jaaye kitni soft hai yeh cheez.” Maine dar ke maare mana kar diya, par andar se bahut garam ho gayi thi. Us din maine sirf unki baaton se hi jhad gayi thi ghar pahunch kar.


Phir shadi ho gayi. Mere pati accha hai, par office ke kaam mein itna busy ki raat ko thak kar so jaate hain. Sex bhi routine sa ho gaya tha – jaldi-jaldi, bina maza ke. Tab se yeh market wale uncles ka silsila shuru hua.


Pehle hafte main ignore karti thi, par unki horny nazrein aur gandi baatein mujhe yaad dilati thi college ke time ki. Ek baar juice shop ke Ramesh uncle ne mujhe pehle hi hafte mein hi tease kiya tha – “Bhabhi, aapka juice bahut thick hai lagta hai… andar tak pahunchane mein time lagega.” Main sharma gayi thi, par ghar aakar socha tha – ‘Kash yeh uncle sach mein apna mota lund andar daal kar thanda kar de…’


Teesre hafte jab main deep cleavage wale blouse aur transparent saree pehen kar jaane lagi, tab mera mann puri tarah khul gaya tha. Unki baatein sun-sun kar mann mein purana fantasy jagta – chaar-chaar uncles mujhe gher kar, mere boobs chus rahe hain, ek meri chut mein lund daal raha hai, dusra gaand mein… aur main bas moan kar rahi hoon.


Aaj auto mein bhi yahi ho raha hai. Yeh chaar uncle bilkul uss kirana store wale uncles jaise hain – motey, kaale, experienced aur hamesha pyase. Unki har baat mere past ko refresh kar rahi hai.


‘Soch rahi hoon… agar aaj yeh log haath lagaane ki koshish karein toh kya karungi? Pehle toh chillati, par ab… ab mann ke andar ek chhoti si awaaz keh rahi hai – “thoda sa touch hone de… dekh toh sahi kitna maza aata hai.” Par nahi, main married hoon, bete ki maa hoon. Phir bhi yeh sharm aur pyas ka khel… kitna dangerous aur kitna exciting hai.


Ek baar college ke time ek bus mein bhi aisa hi hua tha. Bahut bheed thi, ek 45 saal ka uncle mere peeche khada tha. Har brake mein uska lund meri gaand pe ragadta tha. Woh dheere se mere kaan mein bola tha, “Madam, aapki yeh soft cheez bahut garam kar rahi hai…” Maine kuch nahi kaha tha, bas chup rahi thi aur andar se bahut wet ho gayi thi. Ghar pahunch kar maine apni chut mein ungli daal kar us uncle ke naam se hi jhad gayi thi.


Aaj bhi wahi feel ho raha hai. Auto ke har jhatke mein mera badan in uncles se ragad raha hai. Mera mann bol raha hai – ‘Jhanvi, yeh log tere liye hi baatein kar rahe hain. Unki nazrein tere boobs pe, teri gaand pe… agar tu thoda sa smile kar de ya aankh mila le toh yeh khel aur aage badh sakta hai.’


Par abhi main bas sun rahi hoon… sharma rahi hoon… aur andar se tadap rahi hoon.



Past ke yeh saare experiences mujhe yaad dilaa rahe hain ki main kitni pyasi hoon andar se. Ek din… shayad ek din main apne terms par yeh sab allow karungi. Par abhi sirf sunti rahungi aur apni chut ko geela hone dungi.


Auto abhi rukne wala nahi tha… aur mera mann bhi rukne wala nahi tha in purane aur naye fantasies ke beech.

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Auto abhi bhi chal raha tha aur woh chaar uncle log apni gandi double-meaning baatein karte ja rahe the. Main beech mein baithi, saree ka pallu tightly pakde hue, chehra laal, aankhein neeche, par mann bilkul toofan mein tha. Har baat ke saath meri chut aur geeli ho rahi thi aur past ke saare experiences yaad aa rahe the.


Phir achanak auto ruk gaya.


Driver ne peeche mud kar bola, “Bhai log, yahan tak hi aa sakta hoon. Aage sadak kharab hai, paani bhar gaya hai. Sab utar lo.”


Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga. Ab kya? Main akeli thi in chaar mardon ke saath. Auto khali ho gaya tha, sirf hum paanch log bache the. Main dheere se uthi, par auto itna chhota tha ki uthne ke time mera badan unke badan se ragad gaya. Mera ek boob mota uncle ke kandhe se takraya aur dusra uncle ki jaangh pe mera haath pad gaya. Sharm se main aur laal ho gayi.


“Arre bhabhi, careful…” mota bagal wala uncle ne muskura kar kaha, par uski aankhein mere gehre cleavage pe thi.


Hum sab bahar nikle. Sadak par paani bhara hua tha aur aage ka rasta bahut kharab dikhta tha. Koi rickshaw ya taxi bhi nahi dikh raha tha. Main wahan khadi ho gayi, saree ke pallu se apne boobs ko thoda cover karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, par transparent material mein kuch chhup nahi raha tha.


Woh chaar uncle ek dusre ko dekhte hue muskura rahe the. Sabse mota uncle (jo auto mein mere bagal mein baitha tha) sabse pehle bola, apne dost logon ki taraf dekhte hue:


“Yaar, dekho na… aisi bhaari maal ko yahan akela chhod kar kaise jaa sakte hain? Upar se itna patla kapda, neeche se itni moti packing… thodi der saath chalna padega na? Warna yeh garam cheez thand mein bheeg jaayegi.”


Dusra uncle hans kar bola, “Haan bhai, aur yeh hips dekho… har kadam mein hil rahi hai jaise bol rahi ho ‘peeche se pakad lo’. Aisi cheez ko akela chhodna safe nahi. Koi experienced haath chahiye isko sambhalne ke liye… zor-zor se pakadne wala.”


Teesra uncle meri taraf dekhte hue, lekin baat dusre se karte hue bola, “Aur upar wale mamme… itne tight aur bhare hue. Lagta hai bahut dino se chuse nahi gaye. Ek baar haath laga kar dekh lo… kitna soft aur garam hoga. Doodh nikalne wala hai bilkul.”


Chautha uncle ne apni jeebh se hoth chaate hue kaha, “Bhai, aur neeche ki cheez… patle kapde mein saaf dikh raha hai ki andar bahut geela ho raha hoga. Aisi pyasi cheez ko thoda creamy relief dene ki zarurat hai. Warna yeh khud hi tapakne lagegi.”


Main wahan khadi unki baatein sun rahi thi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Chehra itna laal ho chuka tha ki lag raha tha jal jaayega. Haath kaanp rahe the. Mann mein ek toofan tha:


‘Hayee bhagwan… yeh log ab seedha bol rahe hain. Ab auto mein nahi, khule sadak par. Meri chut abhi se bahut zyada geeli ho chuki hai. Past mein sirf baatein sunti thi, par aaj yeh log mujhe akeli pakad kar… kya karenge? Agar haath laga diye toh? Main mana kar paungi? Ya bas sharma kar chup rahungi? Mere nipples itne sakht ho gaye hain ki blouse ke upar se saaf dikh rahe honge. Gaand hil rahi hai chalte waqt… woh dekh rahe honge. Sharm aa rahi hai itni ki zameen phat jaaye aur main usme sama jaaun… par andar se ek pyas hai jo keh rahi hai – “thoda aur sun… thoda aur close aa jaane de.”’


Maine dheere se awaaz mein kaha, “Uncle… main… main chali jaungi. Koi rasta nahi hai kya?”


Mota uncle hans pada aur mere bilkul paas aa gaya. Uske badan ki garam smell mujhe aa rahi thi. Usne bola (ab seedha mujhe dekhte hue, par ab bhi thoda indirect), “Bhabhi, akele mat jaana. Hum sab saath chalte hain. Aapki tarah ki soft aur juicy cheez ko akela chhodna theek nahi… kahin koi aur haath laga de toh?”


Baki teeno uncle bhi mere charon taraf aa gaye. Ab main unke beech mein khadi thi. Unki aankhein mere boobs, kamar aur gaand pe ghum rahi thi. Koi haath nahi laga raha tha, par unki nazrein aur baatein mujhe chod rahi thi.


Maine sirf neeche dekha aur chup rahi. Par mann ke andar awaaz gunj rahi thi:


‘Jhanvi… yeh log ab aur close hain. Agar ek ne haath badhaya toh? Tera past bol raha hai ki tu aise uncles ki baaton se hi garam ho jaati hai. Aaj shayad asli khel shuru hone wala hai… par tu khud decide kar – rukegi ya aage badhegi?’


Auto toh ruk gaya tha… par mera yeh naya safar ab shuru hone wala tha.


Kya hoga aage? Main khud nahi jaanti… par sharm aur garam hone ka yeh silsila ab rukne wala nahi tha.


Auto ke baad jab hum sab bahar nikle aur woh chaar uncle log mujhe gher kar khade ho gaye, tab mujhe laga aaj toh meri khair nahi. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Unki aankhein mere gehre cleavage pe, transparent saree ke through dikh rahi meri jhangon pe aur hilti hui gaand pe ghum rahi thi. Mota uncle mere bilkul paas tha, uski garam saans mere chehre pe pad rahi thi. Main soch rahi thi – ‘Ab yeh log haath badha denge… meri chut itni geeli ho chuki hai par dar bhi bahut lag raha hai. Kya karungi main?’


Tabhi achanak se sadak ke us paar se 5-6 gunde log aa gaye. Sab jawan, 25-35 saal ke, tevar kharab, aur unke haathon mein chhuriyan aur knives chamak rahi thi. Unmein se ek ko main pehchaan gayi – woh rickshaw wala tha jo kabhi-kabhi market ke paas khada rehta tha. Uski aankhein mujhe dekhte hi chamak uthi.


“Arre wah… yeh toh maal hai bhai! Itni badi chuchiyan aur moti gaand wali memsaab akeli khadi hai. Aaj toh mazaa aa jayega!” ek gunda bola, knife ko ghumate hue.


Mere pair kaanpne lage. Main dar ke maare peeche hatne lagi, par uncle logon ne mujhe apne beech mein le liya. Mera dil bahut tez dhadak raha tha. ‘Hayee bhagwan… ab toh sach mein kuch ho jayega. Yeh gunde mujhe chhoo lenge… mere boobs pakad lenge… main kya karungi? Shadi-shuda hoon, bete ki maa hoon… par yeh sab dekh kar dar se meri saansein ruk rahi hain.’


Lekin jo hua, woh main kabhi nahi soch sakti thi.


Woh chaar uncle – jo abhi tak sirf gandi baatein kar rahe the – ekdum se sher ban gaye. Sabse mota uncle ne aage badh kar gunde se kaha, “Saale, peeche hat ja. Is bhabhi ko haath lagane ki himmat mat karna!”


Uske saath hi teeno dusre uncles bhi aa gaye. Unmein se ek ne bola, “Yeh hamari area ki bhabhi hai. Tum log yahan se nikal lo warna problem ho jayegi.”


Gunde hansne lage. “Arre buddhe uncles… tum log kya kar loge? Chalo, pehle is maal ko hum enjoy kar lete hain. Itni tight blouse mein chuchiyan dekh kar lund khada ho raha hai.”


Phir ladai shuru ho gayi.


Uncle log gunde se bhari-pad gaye. Mota uncle ne ek gunde ko muh pe mukka maara. Dusra uncle ne rickshaw wale ki knife haath se chheen li. Teesra uncle ne ek ko laat maari. Woh sab bahut strong the – unki hefty body aur experience kaam aa raha tha. Main wahan khadi sirf dar-dar ke dekhe ja rahi thi. Mera pura badan kaanp raha tha, haath muh pe rakh liye the.


“Uncle… please… chhod do…” main dar ke maare chillayi, par andar se unki himmat dekh kar ek alag si feeling aa rahi thi.


Ladai mein ek uncle ko knife ki vaar lag gayi. Uski baazu pe gehri cut aa gayi, khoon nikalne laga. Dusra uncle bhi thoda ghayal ho gaya – uske haath pe chot lagi. Phir bhi woh nahi ruke. Chaar uncles ne milkar un gundon ko bhaga diya. Rickshaw wala aur uske dost bhagte hue chale gaye, gaaliyan dete hue.


Ladai khatam hone ke baad woh chaar uncle mere paas aaye. Ek uncle ki baazu se khoon tapak raha tha, dusre ke haath pe cut tha. Woh sab saans phool rahe the, paseene se tar, par unki aankhein ab bhi mere boobs aur badan pe thi.


Mota uncle (jo sabse zyada ghayal tha) mere paas aaya aur dheere se bola, “Bhabhi… daro mat. Woh log chale gaye. Aap theek ho?”


Main unki taraf dekhi. Unka khoon dekh kar meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Maine apna pallu thoda sa faad kar unki baazu pe baandhne ki koshish ki. Mere haath kaanp rahe the.


“Uncle… aap logon ne mere liye itna kiya… aapko chot lag gayi…” meri awaaz mein dar aur shukrana mila hua tha.


Unhone muskura kar kaha, “Bhabhi, aap jaise aurat ke liye hum kuch bhi kar sakte hain. Aapki safety zaroori hai.”


Par unki nazrein ab bhi mere gehre cleavage pe thi. Khoon aur paseene ke saath unka badan aur garam lag raha tha. Main unke paas khadi thi, unki himmat dekh kar mann mein ek nayi feeling jag rahi thi – sharm, dar, gratitude aur… thodi si garam pyas.


‘Yeh log sirf baatein nahi karte… asli mein mujhe bachane ke liye ladai kar li. Ek uncle ko knife lagi… mere liye. Ab yeh ghayal hain… main unka khoon dekh rahi hoon. Par unki aankhein ab bhi mere mammon pe hain. Mann mein soch rahi hoon – kya yeh log ab reward maangenge? Kya main unhe… thoda sa close hone dungi?’


Main dheere se boli, “Uncle… aap log chalo, main aapko doctor ke paas le chalti hoon. Aapki chot…”


Mota uncle ne meri taraf dekha, uski aankhein lust aur dard se bhari hui thi, aur bola, “Bhabhi… doctor baad mein. Pehle aap theek se khadi toh ho jao. Aap itni dar gayi thi… abhi bhi kaanp rahi ho. Aao, hum aapko ghar tak chhod dete hain.”


Baki uncles bhi mere charon taraf khade the. Ab ladai ke baad mahaul kuch alag ho gaya tha. Unki himmat ne mujhe impress kar diya tha, par ab unki nazrein aur bhi gehri ho gayi thi.


Main chup-chaap unke saath chal padi. Mere mann mein bahut saare emotions the – dar abhi bhi tha, shukrana tha, aur ek chhoti si garam feeling bhi jag rahi thi ki yeh log mere liye itna kar sakte hain.


Kya hoga aage? Main nahi jaanti… par ab yeh khel sirf baaton ka nahi raha tha.

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Ladai ke baad jab woh gunde bhag gaye, toh sadak par sirf hum paanch log bache the – main aur chaar uncle, jinmein se do ghayal ho gaye the. Mota uncle (jiska naam maine baad mein pata kiya – Suresh uncle) ki baazu pe gehri knife ki cut thi, khoon tapak raha tha. Dusre uncle (Ramesh uncle) ke haath pe bhi chot lagi thi, haath se khoon nikal raha tha. Baaki do uncle thode kam ghayal the, par unke bhi kapde phaate hue the aur paseena-chhoon se bhare hue the.


Maine darte-darte kaha, “Uncle… aap logon ne mere liye itna kiya… chaliye, main aapko doctor ke paas le chalti hoon.”


Suresh uncle ne muskurate hue, apni baazu ko pakde hue bola, “Bhabhi, doctor ki zarurat nahi. Ghar ke paas hi mera chhota sa dukaan hai. Wahan first-aid box hai. Bas aap saath chalo… humein aapki madad chahiye.”


Main maan gayi. Hum sab paidal hi unke dukaan ki taraf chal pade. Rasta chhota tha, sirf 10 minute ka. Chalte waqt main unke bilkul paas thi. Suresh uncle ka khooni haath mere kandhe pe tha support ke liye, aur har kadam mein unka badan mera badan se ragad raha tha. Mere boobs unke haath ke paas se guzar rahe the. Main sharma rahi thi, par unki himmat dekh kar mann mein ek alag si garam feeling aa rahi thi.


Duakaan pahunch kar unhone shutter half band kiya. Andar chhota sa godown jaisa room tha – ek purana sofa, table aur first-aid box.


Suresh uncle sofa pe baith gaye. Unki baazu se khoon ab bhi nikal raha tha. Maine apni saree ka pallu faad kar unki baazu ko tightly baandh diya. Jab main jhuk kar dressing kar rahi thi, mera gehra cleavage unke muh ke bilkul saamne tha. Mere bade boobs unke chehre se sirf 4-5 inch door the. Nipples blouse ke patle fabric se sakht dikh rahe the.


Suresh uncle ne dheere se kaha, “Bhabhi… aap bahut acchi ho. Aaj aapke liye humne ladai ki… par ab aap humari chot ka ilaaj kar rahi ho. Itne nazdeek aakar… aapke mamme itne bade aur garam lag rahe hain. Doodh nikalne wala hai kya?”


Main sharma kar boli, “Uncle… aap chup raho. Chot lagi hai aapko…”


Par andar se mera mann bol raha tha – ‘Hayee… yeh log mere liye khoon bahaya… ab yeh mere boobs ko dekh rahe hain. Unki nazrein mere cleavage mein ghusi hui hain. Meri chut phir se geeli hone lagi hai. Yeh dressing karte waqt unka haath meri kamar pe lag raha hai… garam feel ho raha hai.’


Ramesh uncle (jo haath se ghayal tha) mere dusre taraf baith gaya. Usne apna haath mere saamne faila diya. Jab main uske haath ko dawa laga rahi thi, usne dheere se kaha, “Bhabhi, aapki ungliyan kitni soft hain. Mere haath pe chot lagi hai par aapke haathon ka sparsh laga toh dard bhool gaya. Aapki yeh patli kamar aur upar wale bhaari mamme… ilaaj karte waqt bahut tadpa rahe hain.”


Main kuch nahi boli, bas neeche dekhti rahi. Par mera chehra laal ho chuka tha. Jab main jhuk rahi thi toh mera pallu side ho gaya aur dono boobs aur gehra dikhne lage.


Teesra uncle ne paani ka glass dete hue kaha, “Bhabhi, aap itni pyari ho… humare liye itna kar rahi ho. Par hum bhi aapka kuch ilaaj karna chahte hain. Aap bahut dar gayi thi… aapki saansein ab bhi tez hain. Kahi aapki yeh tight chutiyan bhi dard kar rahi hain? Hum haathon se thoda daba kar relax karwa dein?”


Chautha uncle hans kar bola, “Haan bhabhi… aapki gaand bhi bahut tight hai. Ladai ke time jab aap dar rahi thi, woh hil rahi thi. Ab hum aapko massage de dein… peeche se pakad kar zor se dabaayein taaki tension nikal jaaye.”


Main unki baatein sun kar bilkul sharm se pani-pani ho rahi thi. Haath kaanp rahe the. Par mann ke andar ek garam toofan tha:


‘Yeh log mere liye ladai kar ke ghayal hue hain… ab main unka ilaaj kar rahi hoon. Unki aankhein mere boobs pe, meri gaand pe… woh mujhe chodne ki baatein kar rahe hain. Meri chut ab bahut zyada geeli ho chuki hai. Agar main inhe thoda sa allow kar dun toh? Ek uncle ki baazu pe mera pallu laga hua hai, uska haath meri kamar pe… garam feel ho raha hai. Past mein sirf baatein sunti thi… aaj yeh log asli mein mere paas hain. Sharm aa rahi hai… par pyas bhi badh rahi hai. Kya karun? Unhe rokun ya thoda aur close hone dun?’


Maine dheere se kaha, “Uncle… aap log theek ho na? Bas chot ka ilaaj ho jaaye…”


Suresh uncle ne meri kamar pe haath rakh kar (ab thoda boldly) kaha, “Bhabhi, ilaaj toh ho raha hai… par aapki yeh garam body dekh kar humara dard aur badh raha hai. Aapke mamme itne nazdeek hain… ek baar haath laga kar dekhun toh? Sirf ilaaj ke liye… pressure release ho jaayega.”


Main kuch nahi boli… bas sharma kar unki taraf dekhti rahi. Mere nipples aur sakht ho gaye the. Chut mein ek halka sa current daud raha tha.


Ab dukaan ka shutter half band tha. Andar sirf hum paanch the. Uncles ki nazrein aur gehri ho chuki thi aur unke haath dheere-dheere mere badan ke aur kareeb aa rahe the.


Mera mann bol raha tha – ‘Jhanvi… yeh log tere liye sab kuch kar sakte hain… ab tu kya karne wali hai?’

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Nice update. Ab to sabziwalo ka khel khatam. Ab ye char buddhe iske hero bananewale hai.

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Nice update. Ab to sabziwalo ka khel khatam. Ab ye char buddhe iske hero bananewale hai.

Sahi hain

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Dukaan ke andar mahaul bahut garam aur intimate ho chuka tha. Main Suresh uncle ki baazu aur Ramesh uncle ke haath ko dressing kar rahi thi. Mere boobs unke chehre ke bilkul paas latak rahe the, pallu side ho gaya tha aur cleavage bahut gehra dikh raha tha. Uncles ki baatein ab aur bold hone lagi thi aur unke haath dheere-dheere mere badan ke kareeb aa rahe the.


Tabhi maine khud par kaabu paaya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha, chut geeli thi, par maine apne aap ko sambhala. Maine saans le kar pallu ko theek kiya, thoda peeche hati aur narm par firm awaaz mein boli:


“Dekhiye uncle… aap logon ne mere liye bahut kuch kiya hai aaj. Main aap sabki bahut shukrguzaar hoon. Sach mein… aap log bahut ache aur bahadur lag rahe ho. Par aisi ashleel baatein karna zaroori hai kya? Aap sab itne bade log hain, mujhe aisi baatein aap se shobha nahi deti. Please… aise mat boliye.”


Maine yeh bolte waqt neeche dekha, chehra laal tha, par awaaz mein ek narmi aur request thi.


Uncles ek dusre ko dekhte hue thode ruk gaye. Suresh uncle (jo sabse mota aur ghayal tha) pehle muskuraya. Usne apni baazu ko dekha jahan maine pallu se bandh diya tha aur dheere se bola:


“Arre bhabhi… maaf karna. Hum logon ki aadat ho gayi hai aisi baatein karne ki. Aap itni sundar aur fresh ho ki muh se nikal jaati hai. Theek hai… ab aisi baatein nahi karenge. Aap bilkul sahi keh rahi ho.”


Ramesh uncle ne apna ghayal haath dekhte hue friendly muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Haan bhabhi, aap gussa mat ho. Hum log aapko bahut respect karte hain. Aaj aapne humari dressing ki, humein paani diya… sach mein aap bahut acchi aur sanskaari bahu ho. Ab sirf baat karte hain aapke baare mein – aapka beta kaisa hai?

Bahut pyaara hoga.”


Teesre uncle friendly tone mein bole, “Bhabhi, aap toh har roz market nahi aati ho na? Ufff aate raho rozana , aap aate ho toh Hum log aapko dekh kar hi din acha ho jaata tha. Aap itni fit aur sundar ho…

Aapko koi takleef toh nahi hui na aaj? Woh gunde bahut khatarnak the.”


Chautha uncle ne bhi tone badal di,

“Haan ji, aap bilkul sahi keh rahi ho. Hum log bade hain, aapko aisi baatein nahi karni chahiye. Ab aapko ghar tak chhod dete hain. Rasta theek hai kya? Agar aap chahein toh hum aapke saath chal kar aapke ghar ke paas tak le jaayen.”


Ab woh logon ki baatein double meaning mein thi, par overtly sexual nahi. Woh ab zyada friendly aur respectful lag rahe the, par unki nazrein ab bhi kabhi-kabhi mere boobs aur figure pe jaati thi. Unhone mujhe “bhabhi” aur “ji” kehna shuru kar diya tha.


Suresh uncle ne muskurate hue kaha,

“Bhabhi, aapka pallu bahut accha hai… par aaj ladai mein thoda phaT gaya lagta hai. Ghar jaakar change kar lena. Hum log aapke liye kuch bhi kar sakte hain… bas aap boliye.? Aap el bacche ki maa hokar bhi itni fit mummy ho, dekh kar accha lagta hai.”


Ramesh uncle ne friendly andaaz mein add kiya, “Haan bhabhi, aap market mein sabzi khareedti ho na? Agli baar hum bhi saath chalenge… aapko heavy bag uthane mein takleef hoti hogi. Hum log madad kar denge.

Ek baat aur kahunga “Aapki figure dekh kar lagta hai aap bahut exercise karti ho… bahut acchi baat hai.”


Main unki baaton se thoda relax ho gayi thi. Ab woh log mujhe aur zyada close feel ho rahe the – jaise dost ban gaye hon. Par unki aankhon mein ab bhi woh purani hawas wali chamak thi, bas ab woh usko chhupa rahe the.


Maine dheere se muskurate hue kahi, “Thank you uncles… aap log sach mein bahut ache hain. Waise Aap logon ne aaj mujhe bachaya… main kabhi nahi bhoolungi.”


Uncles hans pade. Suresh uncle ne kaha, “Arre bhabhi, aap smile karti ho toh pura dukaan roshan ho jaata hai. Chaliye ab hum aapko ghar tak chhodte hain. Chalte chalte Raste mein aap bataiye… aapka favourite juice kya hai? Agli baar juice shop pe hum aapke liye special banayenge… bilkul light aur fresh, aapki figure ke hisaab se.”


Ab baatein double meaning mein thi par seedhe sexual nahi – jaise “special”, “fresh”, “figure ke hisaab se” – par woh log mujhe directly nahi ched rahe the. Woh ab mujhe aur zyada friendly treat kar rahe the, mera beta, mera ghar, mera routine pooch rahe the.


Main unke saath dukaan se bahar nikalte waqt soch rahi thi:


‘Maine sahi kiya jo rok liya… par yeh log ab bhi mujhe dekh rahe hain. Unki nazrein ab bhi mere badan pe hain, par baatein badal gayi hain. Ab yeh dost jaise behave kar rahe hain… par andar se pata nahi kya soch rahe hain. Meri chut abhi bhi halki geeli hai… par ab sharm kam ho rahi hai aur ek nayi closeness feel ho rahi hai in logon se.’


Hum sab saath mein chal pade – main beech mein aur woh chaar uncle charon taraf. Ab mahaul thoda halka tha, par unki friendly baaton ke peeche ab bhi woh purani tadap chhupi hui thi.


Ghar ke paas pahunchte-pahunchte Suresh uncle ne kaha, “Bhabhi, kal market mein milte hain na? Hum aapka intezaar karenge.”


Main sirf muskurayi aur society ke gate the andar chali gayi.


Ghar Par raat ko bistar pe let kar unki himmat, unki chot aur unki badli hui baatein yaad aa rahi thi..

aur mann mein ek nayi uljhan shuru ho gayi thi.

Raat ko ghar aakar bed pe leti hui main un chaar uncles ke baare mein soch rahi thi. Aaj unhone mere liye ladai ki, chot khayi, phir bhi mujhe respect dene lage. Mere mann mein unke past ke baare mein bahut sawaal uth rahe the – yeh log kaun the pehle? Kyun itne horny aur experienced lagte hain? Kyun unki baatein itni double meaning wali hoti hain?


Main unke dukaan mein baith kar unki baaton se kuch-kuch samajh gayi thi. Unhone khud hi apna past thoda bata diya tha jab hum ghar chhodne ke liye saath chal rahe the.


Suresh uncle (sabse mota, 52 saal, jo sabse zyada ghayal hua tha) – Yeh pehle army mein tha. 25 saal service ki, phir retire hokar yeh kirana store khol liya. Unki biwi 10 saal pehle guzar gayi thi cancer se. Unke do bete abroad settle hain, sirf phone pe baat hoti hai. Unhone bataya, “Bhabhi, fauji life mein bahut discipline tha, par retire hone ke baad time hi nahi guzarta. Market, dukaan, aur thodi si masti… bas yahi toh zindagi bachi hai.” Unki aankhon mein ek akelapan tha, par jab woh mujhe dekhte the toh woh akelapan lust mein badal jaata tha.


Ramesh uncle (juice wala, 48 saal) – Yeh pehle truck driver tha. Poore North India ghuma hai – Delhi se Mumbai, Kolkata tak. Bahut saal road pe guzare, alag-alag sheheron mein alag-alag auraton ke saath. Unhone friendly andaaz mein kaha tha, “Bhabhi, driver ki life mein raat ko akela padta tha… tab se aadat pad gayi baatein karne ki. Ab juice shop khol liya hai, par purani aadat nahi gayi.” Unki biwi se divorce ho chuka tha kyunki woh zyada tar bahar rehta tha. Ab akela rehta hai upar wale kamre mein.


Vijay uncle (sabzi wala, 55 saal) – Sabse senior. Yeh pehle ek chhote se gaon mein zamindar tha. Family business tha, par shadi ke baad biwi ke saath bahut jhagde hue. Biwi ne bachchon ke saath alag rehna shuru kar diya. Ab yahan aakar sabzi ka thela lagate hain. Unhone muskurate hue kaha, “Bhabhi, gaon mein toh bahut logon ko ‘sambhala’ tha… ab yahan sirf baaton se hi kaam chalta hai.” Unki awaaz mein purana arrogance aur experience dono tha.


Manoj uncle (kirana store mein baithne wala, 47 saal) – Yeh sabse chhupa hua tha. Pehle ek factory mein supervisor tha. Bahut strict boss tha, workers ko daantta rehta tha. Phir factory band ho gayi, ab dukaan mein partner hai Suresh uncle ke saath. Unki biwi roz roz jhagadti hai paise ke liye, isliye woh din bhar dukaan pe hi baitha rehta hai. Unhone kaha, “Bhabhi, ghar mein toh sirf daant padti hai… yahan aap jaise sundar chehre dekh kar dil khush ho jaata hai.”


Un sabke past sun kar mujhe samajh aa gaya ki yeh log kyun itne pyase aur tadpaane wale hain. Sabki life mein ek akelapan tha – biwi ya toh guzar gayi, ya alag ho gayi, ya roz ka jhagda. Bachche door, time zyada, par energy ab bhi jawan. Market aur dukaan unke liye sirf business nahi, ek escape tha… aur main unke liye ek fresh, buxom, young aurat jo unki purani pyas ko jagati thi.


Par aaj jab maine unhe rok liya tha ashleel baaton se, tab unhone apna andaaz badal liya tha. Ab woh mujhe “bhabhi ji” keh kar baat kar rahe the, mera beta pooch rahe the, mera routine pooch rahe the. Par unki nazrein ab bhi kabhi-kabhi mere boobs pe, kamar pe aur gaand pe ruk jaati thi. Double meaning ab bhi thi, par dheemi aur friendly – jaise “aapki figure bahut acchi hai, roz market aane se fit rehti ho” ya “aap itni fresh lagti ho, juice piya karo roz”.


Raat ko bed pe let kar main soch rahi thi:


‘Yeh sab ache log hain… par andar se bahut pyase hain. Unka past unhe aisa bana diya hai. Aaj unhone mere liye khoon bahaya… par maine unhe rok diya. Ab woh dost banne ki koshish kar rahe hain. Par mujhe pata hai, yeh friendship sirf upar-upar ki hai. Andar wohi tadap hai.


Kal market mein milenge toh kya hoga? Kya main phir se gehra blouse pehen kar jaungi? Kya woh phir se purani style mein baat karne lagenge? Ya ab yeh naya respectful wala khel chalega?


Mera mann confuse tha… par chut mein ab bhi halka geela pan tha unki himmat aur unke past ko soch kar.’


Ab yeh khel aur interesting hone wala tha.

[Blackdick11]

Admi sex ke liye kisi ka murder tk kr skta h,,,
chut ke liye chot khana,,,ek toh chhoti si baat h...

ab age kya? Kya jhanvi un charo uncles ke berang si life m rang bharegi?

jo bhi kaho jabardast story hai,,,Boss,,, us se jyada tumhari/tumhara narration...

[Blackdick11]

[DevinaB33F]

Admi sex ke liye kisi ka murder tk kr skta h,,,
chut ke liye chot khana,,,ek toh chhoti si baat h...

ab age kya? Kya jhanvi un charo uncles ke berang si life m rang bharegi?

jo bhi kaho jabardast story hai,,,Boss,,, us se jyada tumhari/tumhara narration...

thanks for ur kind words

[Bakchod Londa]

U_fff... bahut hi sahi story hai... Ek anar aur char bimar...

[DevinaB33F]

U_fff... bahut hi sahi story hai... Ek anar aur char bimar...

Right dear

[DevinaB33F]

Agla din subah-subah main thodi si der se market pahunchi. Aaj maine thoda soch-samajh kar dressing ki thi – ek light pink transparent chiffon saree, andar matching petticoat, aur blouse sleeveless tha par kal jitna deep nahi… thoda moderate deep neck, jismein mera cleavage ab bhi saaf dikh raha tha par bilkul gehra nahi. Phir bhi mere bade tight boobs blouse mein tight pad rahe the aur chalte waqt halke-halke hil rahe the.


Jaise hi main vegetable section mein pahunchi, sabse pehle Suresh uncle ki awaaz aayi.


“Arre wah! Jhanvi bhabhi aa gayi! Kal raat ko socha bhi nahi tha ki aaj itni jaldi milenge.”


Main muskurayi aur dheere se boli, “Kal aap logon ne bahut takleef uthayi mere liye… aaj sab theek hai na uncle?”


Suresh uncle ki baazu ab bhi bandhi hui thi, lekin woh hans kar bola,


“Haan bhabhi, thoda dard hai par aapki yaad mein sab theek ho gaya. Aap itni acchi dressing karke aayi ho… bilkul taaza phool jaise. Par yeh pink saree mein aap aur bhi… ummm… sundar lag rahi ho.”


Bagal mein khade Ramesh uncle (juice wala) ne aankh maari aur friendly lekin thodi naughty awaaz mein kaha,


“Bhabhi, kal aapne humari dressing ki, aaj hum aapki dressing ki taareef kar rahe hain. Yeh blouse bahut accha hai… upar wala ‘juice’ bilkul fresh aur tight packing mein lag raha hai. Special juice chahiye aaj? Light wala… ya thoda creamy?”


Main sharma kar hasi aur boli, “Uncle… aap phir shuru ho gaye? Kal maine kaha tha na… par haan, ek normal juice de dena.”


Vijay uncle (sabzi wala) ne lauki pakadte hue kaha,


“Bhabhi, yeh lauki dekho… bahut moti aur seedhi hai. Aapko chahiye? Ghar mein achhe se ‘use’ kar sakti ho… andar tak gehraai tak pahunchegi.”


Maine unki taraf dekha aur thodi si naughty muskurahat ke saath jawab diya,


“Uncle, aap bhi na… lauki toh lauki hai, par aapki baat sun kar lagta hai aap kuch aur hi soch rahe ho.”


Sab uncle has pade. Ab mahaul bahut halka aur masti bhara ho gaya tha. Main bhi dheere-dheere unke saath ghul-mill rahi thi. Kal ki ladai ke baad mujhe un par ek alag sa bharosa ho gaya tha.


Manoj uncle ne mere bag mein sabzi daalte hue kaha,


“Bhabhi, kal aap bahut dar gayi thi… aaj bilkul fresh aur confident lag rahi ho. Yeh acchi baat hai. Par yeh transparent saree mein thoda careful rehna… kahin koi aur gunda aa na jaaye. Hum toh hain hi… par phir bhi.”


Main unki taraf dekhte hue thodi si sharmate-sharmate boli,


“Uncle, aap log hain toh main dar nahi… par haan, aapki baatein kabhi-kabhi itni naughty ho jaati hain ki main sharma jaati hoon.”


Suresh uncle ne thoda aur kareeb aakar, lekin ab bilkul friendly aur halke ashleel tone mein kaha,


“Arre bhabhi, sharmaane ki kya baat? Aap itni young, fit aur… bhaari maal wali ho. Hum log buddhe hain, bas dekhte hi muh se nikal jaata hai. Par kal ke baad hum samajh gaye… aapko respect dena chahiye. Bas kabhi-kabhi dil khush karne ke liye thodi si masti…”


Ramesh uncle ne juice ka glass dete hue add kiya,


“Ha bhabhi, yeh lo… thoda thick banaya hai aaj. Aapke andar tak pahunchega aur thanda bhi karega. Par zyada mat pi lena… warna raat ko neend nahi aayegi.”


Main glass lete hue hasi aur thodi si flirt karte hue boli,


“Uncle, aap log ab bhi thodi si ashleel baat kar hi lete ho… par kal jitni nahi. Theek hai… main bhi enjoy kar rahi hoon aapke saath baat karna. Aap log bahut experienced lagte ho… life ke baare mein bahut kuch jaante ho.”


Vijay uncle ne sabzi ke bundle dete hue kaha,


“Bhabhi, experience toh hai… par aap jaise sundar bhabhi ke saamne sab bhool jaate hain. Aapka beta kaisa hai? Aaj ghar pe kisne sambhala?”


Mainne jawab diya, “Mummy ji sambhal rahi hain. Woh bahut acchi hain.”


Phir thodi der baatein hoti rahi – mera beta, mera pati ka office tour, un logon ki purani life, army ki kahaniyan, truck driving ke maze… par beech-beech mein ek-do naughty lines bhi aa jaati thi.


Jaise Suresh uncle ne kaha,


“Bhabhi, aap jab jhuk kar sabzi chunti ho… hum log toh saans rok lete hain. Aapki kamar itni patli aur upar itna bhaari… balance bahut accha hai aapka.”


Main has kar boli,


“Uncle… yeh bhi ashleel hai thodi si… par ab main aap logon se naraz nahi hoti. Bas control mein rakhiye.”


Sab has pade. Ab main bhi unke saath khul kar baat kar rahi thi. Kabhi unki taareef karti, kabhi unki naughty baat pe sharmaati, kabhi halka sa counter karti.


Last mein jab main kirana store ki taraf ja rahi thi, Suresh uncle ne peeche se awaaz di,


“Bhabhi… kal se roz aisi hi sundar dressing karke aana. Hum log aapka intezaar karenge… aur haan, agar kabhi koi problem ho, kuch bhi chahiye… bas ek baar bol dena. Hum sab aapke liye hain.”


Main muskurate hue peeche mud kar boli,


“Theek hai uncle… main aaungi. Aap log bhi apni chot ka khayal rakhna. Aur haan… thodi si masti toh chalegi… par hadd mein.”


Unki aankhon mein khushi aur thodi si purani tadap dono thi. Main bhi andar se garam feel kar rahi thi par ab yeh khel dheere-dheere badal raha tha – thoda naughty, thoda accha, thoda ashleel… aur bahut interesting.


Ab main un chaaron uncles ke saath ghul-mill chuki thi… aur humare beech ka yeh naya silsila mujhe bahut achha lagne wala  tha.

Ghar aakar maine fresh ho liya. Beta so gaya tha. Main bed pe leti hui phone uthaya toh WhatsApp pe group ban chuka tha – “Market Friends” naam se. Usmein chaar uncles the – Suresh, Ramesh, Vijay aur Manoj uncle. Group mein pehla message Suresh uncle ne bheja tha:





Suresh Uncle:Bhabhi ji, ghar pahunch gayi? Aaj aap bahut sundar lag rahi thi pink saree mein [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f60a.png[/img] Safe pahunchi na?





Main thoda muskurayi aur reply kiya:Haan uncle, ghar pahunch gayi. Thank you sabke liye. Aaj aap logon ke saath bahut maza aaya.





Turant messages aane lage…





Ramesh Uncle:Bhabhi, aaj ka juice kaisa tha? Thoda thick banaya tha… andar tak pahuncha na? [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f602.png[/img]Aapki figure ke hisaab se perfect hota hai woh.









Main:Uncle… aap bhi na. Juice accha tha, thoda thick zaroor tha [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png[/img]





Vijay Uncle:Bhabhi ji, aaj lauki li thi na? Ghar mein achhe se use kiya?Bahut moti aur fresh thi… andar tak gehraai tak jaati hai [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png[/img]





Main:Uncle!! Lauki toh acchi thi… par aapki baat sun kar hasi aa rahi hai [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f602.png[/img]





Manoj Uncle:Bhabhi, kal aapne humari dressing ki, aaj hum aapki taareef kar rahe the.Aap jab jhuk kar sabzi leti ho… hum sab saans rok lete hain. Aapki kamar itni patli aur upar wala view itna zabardast… balance bahut accha hai aapka [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f525.png[/img]





Suresh Uncle:Haan bhabhi, Manoj sahi keh raha hai. Aap itni fit ho, phir bhi upar wala maal itna bhaari… 







dekh kar dil khush ho jaata hai.Par aap gussa mat hona… bas dil ki baat bata rahe hain [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f607.png[/img]





Main:Aap log abhi bhi naughty ho rahe ho… maine kaha tha na hadd mein rakhna [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png[/img]Lekin sach bataun toh aap logon ke saath baat karna accha lag raha hai.





Ramesh Uncle:Accha lag raha hai na? Toh roz message karenge.Aap raat ko kya pehenti ho sone ke time? Koi light nighty? Ya kuch aur?Sirf pooch raha hoon… curiosity hai [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f602.png[/img]





Main:Uncle… yeh bhi ashleel ho gaya!Main normal nighty pehenti hoon… par aap log soch rahe honge kuch aur hi [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f60f.png[/img]





Vijay Uncle:Arre bhabhi, hum toh soch rahe the aapki woh tight pink blouse wali photo bhej do… 









yaad aa jaaye raat ko [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f61c.png[/img]Aap bahut fresh aur juicy lagti ho… jaise abhi market se nikali ho.







Suresh Uncle:Bhabhi, kal market mein aap jab chal rahi thi… aapki gaand itni gol aur tight hil rahi thi.Hum log toh peeche-peeche dekh rahe the. Aapko pata bhi nahi chala hoga.





Main:Hayee uncle… aap log toh bilkul besharam ho gaye ho!Par bataun toh… aap logon ki baatein sun kar thoda thoda garam ho jaati hoon main [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f633.png[/img]





Manoj Uncle:Garammm? [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f608.png[/img]Toh batao bhabhi… abhi kya feel ho raha hai?Koi help chahiye toh bol do… hum sab online hain raat bhar.





Ramesh Uncle:Haan bhabhi… agar neend nahi aa rahi ho toh hum aapko thoda “relax” karwa sakte hain baaton se.Light massage wali baatein… bina haath lagaye [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f60f.png[/img]





Main:Aap log na… bahut dangerous ho.Main abhi sone ja rahi hoon. Kal market mein milte hain.Aur haan… thodi si masti chalegi… par zyada mat badhaana [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png[/img]





Suresh Uncle:Theek hai bhabhi ji. Good night.Sapne mein hum log aaye toh gussa mat karna [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f602.png[/img]Aapki woh pink saree aur tight blouse… yaad rakhna.





Vijay Uncle:Good night bhabhi. Sapne mein lauki mat bhoolna [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png[/img]





Ramesh Uncle:Good night… aur haan, juice ki yaad rakhna. Creamy wala ready rakhte hain kal ke liye [img=24x0]https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/7.0/png/unicode/64/1f525.png[/img]







Manoj Uncle:Sleep well bhabhi. Kal aapko dekhne ka intezaar rahega.

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Main phone side mein rakh kar let gayi. Chehra laal tha, dil tez dhadak raha tha aur chut mein halka geela pan feel ho raha tha.










‘Yeh log ab WhatsApp pe bhi nahi chhod rahe… par ab baatein bahut friendly aur naughty mix ho gayi hain. Kal market mein kya hoga? Main phir se aage se deep cut blouse pehen kar jaungi kya?’