Anjali Bhabhi 33 saal ki thi. Uska sharir desi aurat jaisa – bade bade boobs, patli kamar, moti si gaand aur chamakti jaanghen. Garmi itni thi ki woh ghar mein hi light kapde pehenti thi. Aaj mazdoor aane wale the toh usne plan bana liya. Woh unko tadpayegi. Khud bhi tadap rahi thi andar se.

Subah das baje teeno mazdoor aaye. Raju sabse bada aur bold tha, Suresh lamba muscular, Kanhaiya sabse chhota lekin bahut tight body wala. Teeno ganji utar kar sirf baniyan aur lungi mein kaam karne lage. Paseena se unki body chamak rahi thi. Biceps ubhar rahe the, pet ke upar abs dikhai de rahe the.

Anjali kitchen se bahar aayi. Pehli baar usne ek loose sleeveless white t-shirt pehna tha. Bahut deep armholes wala. Andar bra bilkul nahi. Neeche sirf ek chhoti si blue mini skirt. Top ke buttons upar se do khule hue the. Jab woh chalti thi toh side se boobs ka adha hissa dikhai deta tha. Skirt itni chhoti thi ki jaanghen poori tarah nangi lag rahi thi.

“Arre beta, paani pi lo pehle. Bahut garmi hai aaj,” Anjali ne muskurate hue kaha aur tray mein paani ke glass le aayi. Woh jaan bhuj kar jhuk kar glass rakhne lagi. Armhole se uske bade boobs ka gehra cleavage aur sideboobs poora saaf dikhai de raha tha. Nipple ke shape t-shirt ke upar se halka sa ubhar rahe the.

Raju ka haath ruk gaya. Usne nazar hata li lekin lund pant ke andar hilne laga. “Bhabhi… thank you,” usne dheere se bola.

Suresh aur Kanhaiya bhi stare kar rahe the. Kanhaiya ne kaan mein Suresh se kaha, “Yaar… Bhabhi ka sharir toh maal hai… dekh kaise dikha rahi hai.”

Anjali ne notice kiya. Unki nazrein uske boobs par thi. Uske andar ki chut thodi si geeli hone lagi. Unki paseene se bhigi body dekh kar usko maza aa raha tha. “Tum log kaam shuru karo. Main thodi der mein chai bhej dungi,” usne halke se kaha aur jaan bhuj kar peeche mud kar chal di. Mini skirt se uski moti gaand hil rahi thi. Teeno mazdooron ka lund khada ho chuka tha lekin woh kaam mein lag gaye. Raju ne apne aap se kaha, “Control kar le yaar… yeh Bhabhi hai, ghar ki malikin.”

Dopahar ko Anjali fir aayi. Is baar usne tray mein chai aur biscuits liye. Ab t-shirt ke upar wale buttons aur khul gaye the. Jab woh jhuk kar chai rakh rahi thi toh dono boobs almost bahar aa gaye. Nipple dono khade hue saaf dikhai de rahe the. “Garami mein thak gaye hoge na? Chai pi lo,” usne soft awaaz mein kaha.

Suresh ka lund pant ke andar tent bana hua tha. Woh baith kar chhupane ki koshish kar raha tha. “Bhabhi… aap bhi bahut mehnat karti ho ghar mein,” usne sharmate hue bola lekin aankhein uske boobs par hi thi.

Anjali ne andar hi muskuraya. Unki chut ab poori geeli ho chuki thi. Unki muscular body, paseena, aur unki nazrein dekh kar usko bahut tadap lag rahi thi. “Haan beta… akeli hoon na… pati bhi bahar hai. Tum logon ko dekh kar thoda rahat milti hai,” usne jaan bhuj kar bola aur ek aur jhuk kar brush uthaya jo zameen par gir gaya tha. Is baar skirt upar chadh gayi aur panty ka tight line saaf dikhai diya.

Teeno mazdoor chup ho gaye. Raju ne apna lund side se daba liya. Kanhaiya ne sirf aankhein neeche kar li. “Bhabhi… hum log kaam karte hain,” Raju ne bolkar nazar hata li lekin andar se tadap raha tha.

Shaam hone tak bagiche ka kaafi kaam ho gaya tha. Anjali roz aise hi aati rahi. Teeno mazdooron ke lund har baar khade ho jaate lekin woh apne aap ko rok lete. “Bhabhi ko kya chahiye yaar? Hum mazdoor hain… galat mat samajhna,” Suresh ne dono se dheere se kaha.

Dusre din Anjali ne aur bhi tez kar diya. Aaj usne ek light yellow button-up shirt pehna tha jo bahut loose tha. Upke upar ke chaar buttons khule hue. Neeche sirf mini skirt. Shirt ke andar kuch nahi. Jab woh bagiche mein aakar unko paani de rahi thi toh shirt ke khule buttons se poora cleavage aur dono boobs ke beech ka gehra hissa dikhai de raha tha. Hawa se shirt ud rahi thi aur kabhi kabhi nipple bhi jhalak jaata.

“Beta Raju, yeh paudhe idhar lagao na,” usne jhuk kar batate hue kaha. Shirt poori tarah khul gayi thi upar se. Raju ke muh ke saamne uske boobs the. Usne zor se saans li. “Bhabhi… aap… kapde theek se…” usne ruk kar bola lekin lund bilkul sakht ho chuka tha.

Anjali ne sharm se aankhein neeche ki lekin sharir nahi chhupaya. “Arre garmi hai na beta… sab kuch dikhta hai. Tum log bhi toh baniyan utar kar kaam kar rahe ho. Mujhe bhi rahat chahiye.” Uske andar ki chut ab bahut zyada geeli ho rahi thi. Unki paseene se chamakti body dekh kar usko sapne aa rahe the – unke strong haathon mein khud ko chodte hue.

Kanhaiya ne paani peete waqt uski jaanghen dekhi. “Bhabhi aap bahut sundar ho,” usne dheere se bol diya. Anjali ne muskurate hue kaha, “Shukriya beta… tum log bhi bahut mazboot ho. Dekh kar achha lagta hai.”

Teesre din Anjali ne nighty pehen li – bilkul thin pink nighty jo transparent jaisi thi. Neeche sirf panty. Nighty ke upar se boobs ka shape poora saaf. Nipple dono khade. Woh bagiche ke paas hi baith kar unko dekh rahi thi. “Tum log thak gaye ho na? Aaj jaldi khatam karo, main khana bana deti hoon,” usne kaha aur jaan bhuj kar pair faila kar baithi. Nighty upar chadh gayi aur chut ke upar wali panty poori dikhai de rahi thi.

Raju ka control tootne wala tha. Usne lund ko zor se pakad liya aur kaam karte hue bola, “Bhabhi… aap aise mat dikhao… hum mard hain… control nahi ho raha.”

Suresh aur Kanhaiya bhi paseene se tar-bhar the. Unke lund pant ke andar khade hue the. Teeno ne ek dusre ko dekha lekin kaam mein lage rahe. Anjali ki chut ab tadap rahi thi. Woh andar hi soch rahi thi – “Aaj ek toh pakka haath laga dega.”

Shaam ko jab kaam khatam hone wala tha, Anjali ne paani ki bottle le kar Raju ke paas pahunchi. Usne jaan bhuj kar uske bilkul kareeb khadi ho gayi. Nighty ka ek strap gir gaya tha. Ek boob almost bahar aa gaya tha. “Raju beta… thoda aur madad kar do na,” usne soft awaaz mein kaha.

Raju ki saans tez ho gayi. Uske haath kaanp rahe the. Usne bottle lene ke liye haath badhaya lekin nazar uske boobs par thi. “Bhabhi… aap… bahut tadpa rahi ho humein,” usne dheere se bola.

Anjali ne sharm se aankhein neeche ki. “Arre beta… galat mat samajhna… bas garmi hai.” Lekin uski chut se ab thodi si geeli line panty par dikhne lagi thi.

Raju ka dil zor zor se dhak dhak kar raha tha. Usne ek nazar Suresh aur Kanhaiya ki taraf dekha. Dono bhi door se dekh rahe the. Raju ka control ab bilkul tootne wala tha.

Raju ka control poora toot chuka tha. Usne paani ki bottle side mein phenk di aur Anjali Bhabhi ki kamar pakad li. “Bhabhi… ab nahi raha jaata… aap roz aise dikha rahi ho… boobs, gaand, chut… hum mazdoor hain par mard bhi hain.”

Anjali ka sharir kaanp gaya. Usne dheere se dhakka diya. “Raju… nahi beta… yeh galat hai… main shaadi shuda hoon… chhod do mujhe… please…” Lekin uski awaaz mein zor nahi tha. Uski chut already geeli ho chuki thi unki paseene wali muscular body dekh kar.

Suresh aur Kanhaiya door se dekh rahe the. Unke haath kaam se ruk gaye the. Raju ne Bhabhi ko bagiche ke ped ke peeche le jaakar wall se laga diya. “Bhabhi… dekho na… mera lund kitna khada hai aapke wajah se.” Usne uska haath pakad kar apni lungi ke upar rakh diya.

Anjali ne mehsoos kiya – mota aur garam lund. Usne haath jhatka diya. “Raju… mat karo… Suresh aur Kanhaiya dekh rahe hain… main teri Bhabhi hoon… sharam aa rahi hai mujhe…” Chehra laal ho gaya tha, lekin uski saans tez ho rahi thi.

Raju ne ek haath se uski nighty ka strap aur neeche kiya. Ek bada boob bahar aa gaya. Usne turant muh mein le liya aur zor zor se choosne laga. “Bhabhi… kitne din se inko choosna chahta tha…”

“Ahhh… nahi Raju… dheere… bahut sensitive hain… mat chooso aise…” Anjali ne uske baal pakad kar rokne ki koshish ki lekin sharir uske muh ki taraf jhuk raha tha. Dusra haath usne apne aap uske dusre boob par chala gaya.

Suresh ne dheere se kaha, “Raju… control kar… Bhabhi ko force mat kar.” Lekin uski bhi nazar Bhabhi ke boobs par thi aur uska lund khada ho chuka tha.

Raju ne suni nahi. Usne nighty poori upar kheench di. Anjali ab sirf panty mein khadi thi. Usne panty bhi neeche kheench di. Bhabhi ki chut bilkul geeli aur chamak rahi thi. “Bhabhi… kitni rasili chut hai… aap bhi tadap rahi ho na?”

Anjali ne taange band karne ki koshish ki. “Nahi Raju… please mat chhuo wahan… main nahi kar sakti… mera pati… ahhh…” Raju ne ungli daal di aur andar bahar karne laga. Bhabhi ki moan nikal gayi. “Ufff… dheere… meri chut jal rahi hai… nahi… ruk ja…”

Foreplay bahut tez aur passionate tha. Raju ne usko zameen par bichhe saree ke upar litaya. Uske poore sharir ko chaatne laga – boobs, pet, thighs aur chut. Anjali ab sirf moan kar rahi thi. “Raju… bahut maza aa raha hai… par yeh galat hai… Suresh Kanhaiya dekh rahe hain… sharam aa rahi hai…”

Raju ne apni lungi utar di. Uska mota lund bahar nikla – kaala, mota aur paseene se chamakta hua. Anjali ne dekha aur aankhein badi kar li. “Raju… yeh bahut bada hai… mat daal… dard hoga mujhe… please…”

Lekin Raju ka control khatam tha. Usne Bhabhi ki taange faila di aur missionary position mein lund chut par ragadne laga. Phir ek zor ka dhakka. Poora lund andar chala gaya.

“Ahhhhhhh… faad diya… bahut mota hai tera lund… nahi… bahar nikal… ahhh…” Anjali ki cheekh nikal gayi. Lekin kuch seconds baad uski kamar khud upar uthne lagi.

Raju zor zor se chodne laga. Bagiche mein wet chut ki thap thap awaaz goonj rahi thi. “Bhabhi… teri chut kitni tight aur geeli… kitne din se chodna chahta tha…” Uske dhakke bahut vigorous the – tez, gehre aur zor ke saath.

Suresh aur Kanhaiya ab paas aa gaye the. Unke lund pant ke andar tent banaye hue the. Suresh ne kaha, “Raju… Bhabhi ko itna zor se mat chod… lekin… bahut hot lag rahi hai.”

Anjali ab resistance chod chuki thi. Woh moan kar rahi thi, “Ahhh… Raju… zor se chod… meri chut phaad de… bahut maza aa raha hai… Suresh… Kanhaiya… mat dekho aise…”

Raju ne position badli. Usne Bhabhi ko ghuma diya doggy style mein. Peeche se pakad kar gaand par thappad maarta hua zor zor se chodne laga. Bhabhi ki moti gaand hil rahi thi har dhakke ke saath. “Haan Bhabhi… le le mera lund… teri chut ab hamari hai…”

“Ahhhh… bahut gehra ja raha hai… meri gaand pakad kar chod… main aa rahi hoon… ahhhhh!” Anjali ka pehla orgasm aa gaya. Uski chut Raju ke lund ko zor zor se jakad rahi thi.

Ab Kanhaiya ka bhi control toot gaya. Usne aage aakar apna lund bahar nikala aur Bhabhi ke muh ke paas kiya. “Bhabhi… mera bhi le lo na…” Anjali ne sharm se aankhein band karke muh khol diya aur uska lund muh mein le liya.

Suresh bhi aa gaya. Teeno mazdoor ab Bhabhi ke charon taraf the. Raju neeche se chod raha tha doggy mein. Kanhaiya muh mein lund de raha tha. Suresh uske boobs dabane aur choosne laga.

“Teeno… mat chhodo mujhe… meri chut aur muh dono bhar do… ahhh… bahut tadap rahi thi main…” Anjali ab puri tarah masti mein thi.

Teesri position mein unhone Bhabhi ko litaya. Raju ne phir se missionary mein chodna shuru kiya. Suresh uske upar aa gaya aur boobs ke beech apna lund ragadne laga. Kanhaiya uske muh mein chod raha tha. Dono taraf se zor zor ki awaazein.

Bagiche mein paseena, mitti ki khushboo, chut ki geeli awaazein aur teeno mazdooron ki tez saansein mil rahi thi. Anjali ke do aur orgasm hue. Raju sabse pehle uski chut mein hi jhad gaya. “Bhabhi… le le mera maal…”

Phir Suresh aur Kanhaiya bhi uske muh aur boobs par jhad gaye. Anjali thak kar leti rahi. Sharir paseene aur unke maal se bhara hua.

Woh dheere se boli, “Tum teeno ne aaj meri tadap bujha di… par yeh sirf shuruaat hai… pati hafte bhar baad aayega.”

Teeno mazdoor muskuraye. Raju ne uske boobs par haath ferte hue kaha, “Bhabhi… ab se har din bagiche mein kaam ke baad yeh kaam bhi hoga.”

Anjali sharma kar aankhein band kar li lekin uski chut ab bhi halke se spasam le rahi thi.

Anjali Bhabhi zameen par leti hui thi, sharir paseene aur unke maal se chipchipa hua. Raju uske boobs par haath fer raha tha, Suresh uski jaangh ko sehla raha tha aur Kanhaiya uske baal mein ungliyan ghuma raha tha. Sabki saansein abhi bhi tez chal rahi thi.

“Bhabhi… aap theek ho?” Raju ne pyaar se poocha, uska lund abhi bhi semi-hard tha.

Anjali ne aankhein kholi. Chehra laal, aankhon mein sharm aur masti ka mila jula ehsaas. “Haan… bahut maza aaya… par yeh sab galat hai na? Main shaadi shuda hoon… tum teeno mazdoor… agar kisi ne dekh liya toh…” Usne halke se taange band karne ki koshish ki lekin sharir abhi bhi tadap raha tha.

Suresh ne muskurate hue kaha, “Bhabhi aap hi toh roz tadpa rahi thi humein. Ab rukna mushkil hai.” Usne uski chut par haath fer diya. Anjali kaanp gayi. “Ahhh… Suresh… abhi bhi geeli hoon main… mat chhuo…”

Lekin teeno ne usko utha kar bagiche ke chhote shade wale hisse mein le gaye jahan purana charpai pada tha. Raju ne usko charpai par litaya. Anjali ne halki si resistance ki, “Nahi… ab bas karo… thak gayi hoon main…” Par uski awaaz mein wohi purani madak thi.

Raju ne uske upar let kar kiss karna shuru kiya. Deep, passionate kiss. Anjali pehle thoda sa muh modti rahi, “Raju… dheere… sharm aa rahi hai…” Phir usne bhi jawab dena shuru kar diya. Unki zubaan ek dusre se lipat gayi.

Suresh ne neeche se uske boobs muh mein le liya aur zor zor se choosne laga. Kanhaiya uski chut chaat raha tha. Anjali ab sirf moan kar rahi thi, “Ufff… teeno… mat chhodo… meri chut aur boobs dono ko pyar karo… ahhh… bahut achha lag raha hai…”

Foreplay phir se garam ho gaya. Teeno mazdoor uske sharir ke har hisse ko chum rahe the, chaat rahe the, dabate hue. Anjali ki chut se phir se ras nikalne laga. “Raju… ab daal do… mujhe phir se chahiye tera mota lund…”

Raju ne usko charpai ke kinare par baitha diya aur khud khada ho kar missionary style mein andar dhakel diya. “Le Bhabhi… poora andar le le.” Zor ke dhakke. Har dhakke ke saath charpai hil raha tha.

“Ahhhhh… haan Raju… zor se… faad de meri chut ko… bahut gehra ja raha hai…” Anjali ki cheekh nikal gayi. Usne apni taange uski kamar par lapet li.

Suresh aur Kanhaiya dono uske side mein the. Ek uske boobs choos raha tha, dusra muh mein lund de raha tha. Anjali teeno ko sambhal rahi thi. “Mmm… dono ke lund ka swad alag… chodte raho mujhe…”

Position badli. Ab Suresh ne Bhabhi ko doggy style mein ghuma diya. Peeche se pakad kar zor zor se chodne laga. Uski moti gaand har dhakke par hil rahi thi. “Bhabhi… teri gaand bahut sundar hai… thappad marun kya?”

“Haan Suresh… maar… meri gaand ko laal kar de… ahhh… aur tez…” Anjali ab puri tarah unke control mein thi. Kanhaiya ne aage se uska muh apne lund se bhar diya.

Raju uske boobs dabata hua side se kiss kar raha tha. “Bhabhi aaj se tu hamari hai… har din bagiche mein hum chodenge tujhe.”

Teesri position mein unhone Anjali ko charpai par seedha litaya aur teeno baari baari se chodne lage. Kabhi Raju chut mein, kabhi Suresh, kabhi Kanhaiya. Kabhi dono ek saath – ek chut mein, ek muh mein. Anjali ke muh se sirf moan aur gandi baatein nikal rahi thi.

“Teeno ke lund… meri chut aur muh bhar do… main tumhari randi ban gayi hoon aaj… ahhhh… phir se aa rahi hoon main…” Uske teesra aur chautha orgasm aaye. Sharir zor zor se kaanp raha tha.

Raju sabse pehle uski chut ke andar jhad gaya. “Le Bhabhi… poora bhar diya.” Phir Suresh ne uske boobs par aur Kanhaiya ne muh mein jhad diya. Anjali thak kar let gayi, sharir bilkul geela aur thanda padta ja raha tha.

Shaam hone tak teeno aur ek round aur kar chuke the. Is baar Anjali khud active thi. Woh upar baith kar cowgirl style mein Raju ko chod rahi thi jabki Suresh aur Kanhaiya uske boobs aur muh mein the. “Haan… meri chut ko chodte raho… main bhi chodungi tum sabko…”

Dopahar ke baad jab suraj dhalne laga tab teeno mazdoor thak kar uske paas let gaye. Anjali dono taraf se unke seene par sir rakh kar leti thi.

“Bhabhi… ab kya? Pati jab aayega tab?” Kanhaiya ne poocha.

Anjali ne muskurate hue kaha, “Pati ko kuch nahi pata chalega. Woh hafte mein sirf do-teen din rehta hai. Baaki din tum teeno mere bagiche ke kaam aur is kaam ke liye aaoge. Main roz naye naye kapde pehen kar tadpaungi tumhein… aur tum teeno mujhe chodoge.”

Raju ne uske nipple ko halke se kheenchte hue bola, “Theek hai Bhabhi. Hum roz subah aayenge. Aur shaam ko teri chut ko thanda karenge.”

Suresh ne uski gaand par haath ferte hue kaha, “Aur kabhi kabhi raat ko bhi… jab pati na ho.”

Anjali sharma kar unke seene mein muh chhupa liya. “Haan… par dheere se… aur hamesha teeno saath mein. Mujhe akela mat chhodna.”

Teeno muskuraye. Bagiche ki garmi ab sirf sharir ki nahi, unki masti ki bhi thi. Anjali Bhabhi ki zindagi mein ek naya chapter shuru ho chuka tha – teeno mazdooron ke lund aur uski tadapti chut ka.

Har roz bagicha aur ghar dono jagah masti chalne wali thi.

Priya Bhabhi 34 saal ki thi. Uska badan bilkul desi maal jaisa – bade bade boobs, patli kamar, moti si gaand. Shaadi ko 8 saal ho gaye the lekin sharir abhi bhi jawan tha. Amit office ke kaam se bahut busy rehta tha, aksar late aata tha. Priya ko ghar mein akelapan lagta tha. Phir ek din usne faisla kar liya – is kirayedaar ko thoda tease karungi. Bas maza lene ke liye. Woh jaanti thi ki Rahul usko roz dekhta hai.

Subah se hi Priya ne plan shuru kiya. Usne ek thin white kurti pehni jo bahut loose thi aur andar kuch nahi. Neeche sirf ek chhoti si panty. Kitchen mein kaam karte waqt woh jaan bhuj kar jhuk jhuk kar kaam karti. Cleavage itna gehra tha ki boobs ka adha hissa bahar jhalak raha tha. Nipple ke nimbu jaisa shape kurti ke upar se saaf dikhai de raha tha.

Rahul niche se upar aaya paani lene. Bhabhi ko aise dekh kar uska muh khula reh gaya. “Bhabhi… subah subah itni garmi mein aap…” uski awaaz ruk gayi.

Priya ne muskurate hue usko dekha. Jaise kuch nahi hua ho. “Arre Rahul beta, garmi bahut hai na. Kapde kam pehen liye toh thoda rahat milti hai. Tu bhi thoda comfortable reh le.” Usne jhuk kar fridge se paani ki bottle nikali. Boobs almost bahar aa gaye. Rahul ki nazar wahi atak gayi.

Woh jaldi se paani le kar apne room mein bhag gaya. Darwaza band kiya, pant utari aur apna lund pakad liya. “Saali Bhabhi… aaj toh poora dikha diya.” Usne aankhein band ki aur sochne laga – woh boobs muh mein, chut par haath. Jaldi jaldi muth marne laga. Paanch minute mein hi jhad gaya. Par dil mein kuch aur hi tadap baaki thi.

Yeh sirf shuruaat thi.

Agle din Priya ne aur bhi plan kiya. Husband office chala gaya tha. Woh ghar ke hall mein floor ponchh rahi thi. Is baar sirf ek light pink nighty pehni thi – bilkul transparent jaisi. Neeche koi bra nahi, panty bhi chhoti si. Jhukte waqt nighty upar chadh jaati aur poori panty dikhai deti. Kabhi kabhi toh chut ke lips ka shape bhi saaf.

Rahul apne room se bahar nikla. Bhabhi ko aise dekh kar uske lund mein phir se harkat hui. “Bhabhi aap… aaj yeh kya pehna hai?”

Priya ne jaan bhuj kar peeche mud kar dekha aur thodi si sharm se boli, “Arre Rahul, garmi mein yeh sab theek hai. Tu toh mera kirayedaar hai, sharma kyun raha hai? Aa na, thoda madad kar de floor ponchhne mein.” Usne jaan bhuj kar aur jhuk kar brush uthaya. Gaand poori tarah se ubhar aayi. Panty ka fabric chut mein ghus gaya tha.

Rahul ka lund tent ban gaya pant ke andar. Usne madad ki lekin nazar har second Bhabhi ke sharir par thi. Bhabhi ne notice kiya aur andar hi andar muskurayi.

Us raat Rahul ne teen baar muth maari. Har baar sirf Priya Bhabhi ko yaad karke. “Bhabhi ki chut… boobs… main toh pagal ho jaunga.”

Teesre din Priya ne aur tez kar diya. Husband thoda jaldi ghar aane wala tha lekin woh neeche hall mein kapde sort kar rahi thi. Is baar nighty ke upar se boobs ke nipple bilkul saaf. Aur neeche? Bilkul no panty. Jab woh baith kar kapde fold karti toh chut khul kar dikhai deti thi – thodi si geeli bhi.

Rahul wapas aaya office se. Scene dekh kar uske pair thamm gaye. “Bhabhi… yeh… aap…”

Priya ne sharmate hue aankhein neeche ki lekin sharir nahi chhupaya. “Kya hua Rahul? Kuch problem hai kya? Garmi mein sab kuch dikhta hai na… tu bhi toh mard hai.” Usne jaan bhuj kar pair faila kar baithi. Chut ke baal aur geeli lips poore saaf.

Rahul ka dil zor zor se dhak dhak karne laga. Usne himmat karke kaha, “Bhabhi aap itni… sundar… aur aise… main control nahi kar pa raha.”

Priya ne halke se hasi. “Arre beta, control karna padta hai. Main toh bas ghar ka kaam kar rahi hoon.” Lekin uski awaaz mein ek alag si madak thi.

Rahul room mein gaya aur darwaza band kiya. Aaj usne record tod diya – char baar muth maari. Har baar Bhabhi ki chut aur boobs ko soch soch kar. Usne socha, “Kal pakka haath lagana padega… yeh tease kar rahi hai mujhe.”

Chaube din aur bhi bhadak gaya. Priya ab roz naye naye tarike se tease kar rahi thi. Kabhi woh balcony mein kapde sukhaati aur nighty hawa se udti. Kabhi kitchen mein paani girakar puri kurti geeli kar leti – boobs ke shape poore saaf. Ek din toh usne sirf towel lapet kar bahar aayi aur bola, “Rahul, shower kharab ho gaya hai, thoda dekh toh.”

Rahul towel ke andar se uske boobs aur chut ka shape dekh kar pagal ho gaya. Usne shower theek kiya lekin haath kaanp rahe the.

Har din ke baad Rahul ka lust badhta ja raha tha. Woh office mein bhi Bhabhi ke bare mein sochta. Ghar aate hi uske room mein ja kar lund ko haath mein le leta. Kabhi kabhi Bhabhi ke naam le kar chillata bhi, “Bhabhi… teri chut chodunga ek din…”

Priya sab jaanti thi. Woh andar se enjoy kar rahi thi. Kabhi kabhi husband ke saamne bhi thoda tease karti thi taaki Rahul aur tadpe. Amit ko kuch nahi pata chalta tha. Woh sochta tha Priya bas garmi mein comfortable reh rahi hai.

Paanchve din husband do din ke liye tour par chala gaya. Ghar mein sirf Priya aur Rahul. Priya ne faisla kiya – aaj aur tez karungi.

Subah woh sirf ek transparent white kurti pehen kar kitchen mein thi. Andar kuch nahi. Nipples khade hue, chut ke baal saaf. Jab Rahul aaya toh usne jaan bhuj kar counter par jhuk kar chai banayi. Poori gaand aur chut peeche se dikhai de rahi thi.

Rahul control nahi raha. Usne peeche se aakar Bhabhi ki kamar pakad li. “Bhabhi… bahut din se aap yeh sab kar rahi ho… mujhe tadpa rahi ho na?”

Priya ekdam se kaanp gayi. Jaise abhi tak sirf tease kar rahi thi lekin ab asli cheez shuru ho gayi ho. Usne zor se haath jhatka diya. “Rahul! Yeh kya kar rahe ho? Main teri Bhabhi hoon… shaadi shuda aurat hoon! Hato… please…”

Lekin uski saans tez ho chuki thi. Chehra laal. Boobs upar neeche ho rahe the.

Rahul ne nahi chhoda. Usne usko ghuma diya aur aankhon mein aankhein daal kar bola, “Bhabhi… aap jaanti ho main kitna tadap raha hoon. Har din aap aise dikha rahi ho… boobs, chut… main roz muth marta hoon aapko soch kar.”

Priya ne aankhein neeche kar li. Sharm se. “Rahul… yeh galat hai… mera pati… agar pata chal gaya toh… please chhod do mujhe.” Lekin usne poori tarah se dhakka nahi diya. Sirf halki si resistance.

Rahul ne himmat badhai. Usne ek haath uske boobs par rakh diya bahar se. “Bhabhi… yeh itne tight… kitne din se choosna chahta hoon.”

Priya ne halki si cheekh mari, “Ahhh… nahi Rahul… mat chhuo… main nahi kar sakti…” Par uske nipples aur bhi khade ho gaye the. Sharir garam hone laga tha.

Dono ke beech tension badh raha tha. Priya ki teasing ab asli masti mein badalne wali thi. Rahul ka lund pant mein tent bana hua tha. Bhabhi ki chut bhi thodi geeli hone lagi thi.

Priya ne dheere se kaha, “Rahul… please… dheere se… agar koi dekh liya toh…” Usne sharm se aankhein band kar li lekin sharir abhi bhi uske paas hi tha.

Rahul samajh gaya – Bhabhi ab sirf thodi si sharm kar rahi hai. Asli khel ab shuru hone wala tha.

Rahul ka haath Priya Bhabhi ke boobs par tha. Bahar se hi feel kar raha tha unki garam narmi. Priya ka sharir kaanp raha tha. Usne halki si awaaz mein kaha, “Rahul… haath hatao na… yeh galat hai… main teri Bhabhi hoon.”

Lekin usne poora dhakka nahi diya. Sirf sharm se aankhein band kiye hue thi. Rahul ne himmat badhate hue dusra haath bhi uski kamar par rakh diya aur usko apne seeche kheench liya. “Bhabhi… aap har roz mujhe tadpa rahi thi na? Aaj ruk nahi sakta main.”

Priya ki saans tez ho gayi. “Rahul please… mera pati do din baad aayega… agar usko kuch pata chal gaya toh ghar barbaad ho jayega… chhod do mujhe abhi.” Uske shabdon mein resistance tha lekin awaaz mein ek halki si larz thi.

Rahul ne uske neck par halka sa kiss kiya. Priya kaanp gayi. “Ahhh… mat karo Rahul… bahut garmi hai… dimag nahi chal raha mera.” Rahul ne dheere dheere uski thin white kurti ke buttons kholne shuru kiye. Pehla button khula… doosra… teesra. Har button ke saath Bhabhi ki saans aur tez hoti ja rahi thi.

“Rahul… nahi… poori tarah mat kholo… sharam aa rahi hai mujhe…” Priya ne haath se rokne ki koshish ki lekin uske haath kamzor the. Jab last button bhi khul gaya toh dono bade bade boobs bilkul bahar aa gaye. Nipple dono khade hue, laal aur tight.

Rahul ki aankhein chamak uthi. “Bhabhi… kitne sundar hain yeh… kitne din se inko dekh raha tha.” Usne ek boob haath mein le liya aur dheere se dabaya. Priya ki cheekh nikal gayi, “Ahhhh… dheere Rahul… bahut sensitive hain yeh…”

Rahul ne jhuk kar ek nipple muh mein le liya aur choosne laga. Priya ka haath uske baal mein ghus gaya. “Nahi… yeh mat karo… ahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai… par ruk jaao please…” Uske muh se protest aur moan dono nikal rahe the.

Rahul dusre boob ko bhi haath se masalne laga. Boobs ke beech paseena bah raha tha. Garmi aur lust ki wajah se dono ke sharir geele ho rahe the. Priya ki chut ab poori tarah geeli ho chuki thi. Woh andar hi andar tadap rahi thi lekin bahar se bol rahi thi, “Rahul… hum yahan kitchen mein… koi aa jayega… bedroom mein chalte hain… par sirf baat karenge, aur kuch nahi.”

Rahul ne muskurate hue usko utha liya. Priya ko godi mein le kar seedha apne bedroom mein le gaya. Bed par litate hi Priya ne fir se sharm se muh mod liya. “Rahul… please… sirf upar tak… neeche mat chhuo… main control nahi kar paungi.”

Lekin Rahul ne uski nighty poori tarah upar kheench di. Ab Priya bilkul nangi leti thi bed par. Usne apne haathon se chut chhupane ki koshish ki. “Dekho mat aise… bahut sharm aa rahi hai… main teri Bhabhi hoon yaar.”

Rahul ne uske haath hata diye aur ghutno ke bal baith kar uski chut ko dekha. “Bhabhi… kitni sundar chut hai… bilkul geeli ho rakhi hai.” Usne ungli se chut ke lips ko chhua. Priya ka sharir ek jhatke se utha. “Ahhhh… nahi Rahul… wahan mat chhuo… bahut gandi hoon main abhi…”

Rahul ne ungli andar daal di aur dheere dheere andar bahar karne laga. Priya ki moan tez ho gayi. “Ufff… Rahul… dheere karo… meri chut mein aag lag rahi hai… par yeh paap hai… mera pati…” Uske shabdon ke saath saath uski kamar upar uthne lagi thi.

Rahul ne jhuk kar chut chaatna shuru kiya. Zaban se clit ko chhedne laga. Priya dono haathon se bedsheet pakad kar chillayi, “Ahhh… Rahul… yeh kya kar rahe ho… bahut maza aa raha hai… mat chhodna… ahhhh…” Ab resistance kamzor padne lagi thi. Woh khud apni taange faila rahi thi.

Foreplay bahut der tak chala. Rahul ne uske poore sharir ko chuma – neck, boobs, pet, thighs, chut. Priya ab sirf moan kar rahi thi. “Rahul… ab mat tadpao… kuch karo… par dheere se… main dar rahi hoon.”

Rahul ne apni pant utari. Uska lund bahar nikla – sakht, mota aur geela. Priya ne dekha aur aankhein badi kar li. “Rahul… yeh toh bahut bada hai… mera pati ka itna nahi… nahi nahi, mat daalo… dard hoga mujhe.”

Lekin Rahul ne uski taange faila kar missionary position mein aa gaya. Lund chut ke muh par ragadne laga. Priya ne haathon se uska seena dhakela, “Nahi Rahul… condom laga lo… aur please bahar nikal lena… main pregnant nahi hona chahti.”

Rahul ne dheere se andar dhakel diya. Sirf tip andar gaya. Priya ki cheekh nikal gayi, “Ahhhhh… bahut mota hai… dheere… poora mat daalo abhi…”

Rahul ruk gaya, phir dheere dheere andar bahar karne laga. Har dhakke ke saath Priya ki moan badhti gayi. “Ufff… Rahul… andar tak ja raha hai… meri chut phat rahi hai… par maza bhi aa raha hai bahut…”

Rhythm tez hota gaya. Room mein chut ki wet awaazein, dono ki saans aur garmi ka paseena. Priya ab khud apni kamar utha utha kar dhakke lene lagi thi. “Haan Rahul… zor se chod… teri Bhabhi ki chut chod le… ahhh… bahut din baad maza aa raha hai…”

Pehla orgasm Priya ko aaya. Usne Rahul ki peeth par naakhun gada diye aur zor se chillayi, “Main aa gayi… nahi rukna… chodta ja… ahhhhhhh!”

Rahul ne position badli. Usne Bhabhi ko ghuma kar doggy style mein kar diya. Peeche se pakad kar zor zor se chodne laga. Priya ki gaand hil rahi thi. “Bhabhi teri gaand kitni sundar hai… chut kitni tight… main toh roz chodunga ab se.”

Priya ab puri tarah enjoy kar rahi thi. “Haan Rahul… meri gaand aur chut dono le le… zor se dhakke maar… ahhh… phir se aa rahi hoon main…”

Teesri position mein Priya upar aa gayi – cowgirl. Woh khud upar neeche ho rahi thi. Uske bade boobs zor zor se uchhal rahe the. Rahul neeche se unko pakad kar dabata ja raha tha. “Bhabhi… bahut tight chut hai teri… main jhadne wala hoon…”

Priya ne tez tez dhakke diye, “Andar hi jhad ja Rahul… meri chut mein bhar de… ahhhh…” Dono saath mein jhad gaye. Priya ka dusra orgasm bhi aa gaya. Dono paseene se tar-bhar the.

Priya Rahul ke seene par let gayi. Saans tez chal rahi thi. “Rahul… yeh galat tha… par bahut maza aaya… ab kya hoga jab mera pati aayega?”

Rahul ne uske boobs par haath ferte hue kaha, “Bhabhi… ab toh hum teeno ko is masti mein shaamil kar lenge. Dekhna, Amit bhaiya bhi enjoy karenge.”

Priya sharma kar uske seene mein muh chhupa liya. Lekin uski aankhon mein ek nayi chamak thi. Garmi ab sirf sharir ki nahi, lust ki bhi thi.

Shaam hone wali thi. Priya Bhabhi abhi bhi Rahul ke bed par nangi leti thi. Uski chut se abhi bhi unka mix maal bahar nikal raha tha. Rahul uske boobs par haath fer raha tha aur dheere se kiss kar raha tha. Priya ki aankhein band thi, chehra satisfaction se chamak raha tha.

“Rahul… ab uth ja. Mera pati kal subah aane wala hai. Hum dono ko sambhalna padega,” Priya ne halki si sharm se kaha lekin usne Rahul ko aur kheench liya.

Tabhi bahar car ki awaaz aayi. Priya ka chehra faika pad gaya. “Arre… yeh toh Amit ki car hai! Usne jaldi aa gaya!” Woh jaldi se uthi, apni kurti uthayi aur jaldi jaldi pehenne lagi. Rahul bhi pant pehen raha tha jab darwaza khula.

Amit hall mein ghusa. “Priya! Main jaldi aa gaya… meeting cancel ho gayi.” Usne upar ki taraf dekha aur awaaz sun li thi. Woh seedha Rahul ke room ki taraf badha.

Darwaza khula toh scene saamne tha – Priya kurti theek kar rahi thi, baal bigde hue, chehra laal. Rahul bed ke paas khada, pant abhi zip kar raha tha.

Amit ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Yeh… yeh kya ho raha hai Priya?! Rahul?! Mere ghar mein, mere bed par?!”

Priya dar ke maare kaanp rahi thi. Usne aankhein neeche kar li. “Amit… sorry… main… garmi… aur yeh sab… bahut din se tadap rahi thi. Rahul ne mujhe tadpaya… main rok nahi paayi.” Uski awaaz mein sharm aur thodi si dar tha.

Rahul ne himmat karke kaha, “Bhaiya… galti meri hai. Bhabhi bahut sexy hain… main control nahi kar paya. Aap jo saza dena chahein de do.”

Amit wahan khada tha. Uske haathon mein thaila tha jo girne wala tha. Uski nazar Priya ke boobs par gayi jo abhi bhi kurti ke andar se ubhar rahe the, phir uski geeli chut ke taraf jahan panty abhi tak sahi se nahi chadhi thi. Amit ka lund dheere dheere khada hone laga. Woh jealous tha, gussa tha, lekin andar se ek ajeeb si garam lahar bhi uth rahi thi.

“Priya… tu ne mujhe dhokha diya?” Amit ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi.

Priya bed par baith gayi. Uski aankhon mein aansu the lekin chut abhi bhi geeli thi. “Amit… main teri biwi hoon. Par yeh garmi, yeh akelapan… Rahul ne mujhe woh maza diya jo bahut time se nahi mila tha. Par main tujhe nahi chhod sakti. Agar tu chahe toh main abhi sab band kar deti hoon.”

Amit kuch nahi bola. Woh andar aaya, darwaza band kiya aur chair par baith gaya. Uski pant mein tent saaf dikhai de raha tha. “Dikhao… mujhe poora scene dikhao. Kitna maza de raha hai yeh ladka meri biwi ko?”

Priya shocked ho gayi. “Amit… tu… sach mein?”

Rahul ne muskurate hue Priya ki taraf dekha. Priya ne dheere se kurti utar di. Dono bade boobs bahar aa gaye. “Amit… dekh… yeh Rahul ne kiya hai mere saath.” Usne Rahul ko apne paas kheencha aur uske lund par haath ferne lagi.

Amit ki saans tez ho gayi. “Priya… teri chut abhi bhi geeli hai uske lund se. Aa… mujhe bhi dikha.”

Priya ab puri masti mein aa chuki thi. Usne Rahul ko bed par dhakel diya aur uska lund muh mein le liya. Amit ko dekhte hue boli, “Dekh pati ji… main teri biwi is ladke ka lund choos rahi hoon. Tu jealous hai na? Par tera lund bhi khada hai.”

Amit ne apni pant kholi. Uska lund bahar nikla. Woh chair se utha aur bed ke paas aa gaya. Priya ne ek haath se Rahul ka lund pakda aur dusre se Amit ka. Dono lund ko baari baari muh mein lene lagi. “Mmm… dono ke lund ka swad alag alag hai… bahut maza aa raha hai mujhe.”

Rahul ne Priya ko ghuma kar doggy style mein kar diya. Peeche se uski chut mein lund daal diya. Priya moan karne lagi, “Ahhh… Rahul… zor se chod… mera pati dekh raha hai… ahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai.”

Amit ne aage aakar Priya ke muh mein apna lund thok diya. “Chus Priya… apne pati ka bhi le le.” Priya dono taraf se chud rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein aansu the masti ke.

“Priya teri chut kitni geeli ho gayi hai… mere saamne chud rahi hai,” Amit ne jealous awaaz mein kaha lekin uska lund aur sakht ho raha tha.

Teeno ne position badli. Priya let gayi. Rahul ne missionary mein uski chut chodna shuru kiya. Amit uske boobs choos raha tha aur kabhi kabhi kiss kar raha tha. “Priya… tu meri hai par aaj se hum teeno ka khel hai yeh.”

Priya chillayi, “Haan Amit… Rahul… dono chodte raho mujhe… meri chut dono ke lund ke liye bani hai… ahhhh… main aa rahi hoon!”

Pehla round bahut zor ka tha. Rahul ne andar hi jhad diya. Priya ka orgasm pura sharir hilaa gaya. Amit ne turant apna lund uski chut mein daal diya aur chodne laga. “Ab mera number… meri biwi ki chut ab bhi tight hai.”

Doggy style mein Amit ne peeche se pakad kar zor zor se dhakke maare. Rahul ne aage se boobs aur muh mein lund diya. Priya ab puri tarah se unke beech mein thi. “Haan… dono mard… meri chut aur muh bhar do… bahut tadap rahi thi main.”

Teesri position mein Priya dono ke beech mein let gayi. Ek taraf Rahul, dusri taraf Amit. Dono baari baari se chod rahe the. Kabhi ek andar, kabhi dono saath mein ungli aur lund se. Garmi, paseena, wet chut ki awaazein, teeno ki saansein – poora room masti se bhar gaya tha.

Priya ke char orgasm hue us raat. Dono mard bhi uske andar aur boobs par jhad gaye. Teeno thak kar bed par let gaye. Priya dono ke beech mein leti thi. Ek haath Rahul ke lund par, dusra Amit ke chest par.

Subah Priya ne muskurate hue kaha, “Amit… Rahul… ab se yeh hamara secret rahega. Garmi mein hum teeno saath mein enjoy karenge. Main dono ko khush rakhungi.”

Amit ne uske boobs par kiss kiya, “Haan Priya… main bhi enjoy kar raha hoon. Jealousy ke saath maza bhi hai.”

Rahul ne sirf smile kiya aur Priya ki chut par haath fer diya, “Bhabhi… aap ab hamari ho.”

Ghar mein ab roz ki masti shuru ho gayi thi. Priya Bhabhi ki teasing ab teeno ke liye thi. Garmi ki aag kabhi nahi bujhne wali thi.

Rahul ne uske peeche se aa kar uski kamar ko pakda aur uske boobs ko halke se daboch liya. “Priya, main samajhta hoon… lekin aaj se hum badalenge. Garmi itni hai, tu ghar mein short frock pehen liya kar.

Bina bra ke, comfortable rahegi aur mujhe bhi dekh ke lund khada ho jayega.” Priya ne sharma kar uske haath hata diye, “Kya baat kar rahe ho? Koi aa gaya toh? Main shaadi shuda hoon, aisi kapde pehen ke kaise ghar mein ghumun?” Rahul ne uske lips pe pyar bhara kiss kiya aur bola, “Bas ghar ke liye… sirf hum dono ke liye. Aaj try kar, dekh kitna maza aayega.” Priya thodi si maan gayi, uske chehre pe halki si smile aa gayi.

Dopahar tak Priya ne woh nayi short pink frock pehen li thi – bahut tight, upar se deep neck, neeche sirf thighs tak, aur andar sirf ek chhoti si white panty. Bina bra ke uske bade boobs freely hil rahe the, nipples ka shape frock ke upar se saaf dikhta tha.

Rahul ne usko dekha aur uske gaand pe haath ferte hue bola, “Priya, tu aaj bilkul fire lag rahi hai. Garmi mein yeh perfect hai. Main society office ja raha hoon power ke baare mein baat karne, tu AC on kar ke baith ja.” Priya ne usko pyar se dekha, “Jaldi aana… garmi bahut hai.”

Lekin Rahul ka asli plan andar hi tha. Subah jab Priya so rahi thi, woh chupke se society ke meter box ke paas gaya tha aur unke flat ki phase ka connection thoda sa dheela kar diya tha. Koi call nahi, koi baat nahi – bas itna ki jab AC aur fan saath chalenge toh bijli cut ho jayegi. Random electricians society mein check karne aayenge, jaise har baar aate the.

Rahul ne Priya ko kiss kiya aur bahar nikla, lekin seedha ghar ke store room mein chhup gaya – jahan se living room ka pura scene darar se dikhta tha. Usne apna lund bahar nikaal liya, haath mein pakad liya aur socha, “Priya… tu abhi tak kuch nahi jaanti… dekhungi kaise sharmati hai, kaise resist karti hai… mera dil jalega lekin lund aur khada hoga.”

Bijli cut hue sirf das minute hue the. Priya AC off kar ke sofa pe baithi thi, frock paseene se bilkul chipak gayi thi. Uski creamy thighs chamak rahe the, boobs ke shape poore clear. Tabhi darwaza khat khat hua.

Priya ne darwaza khola. Bahar do jawan ladke khade the – Suresh aur Amit, dono bijli department ke linemen, society ke block mein outage check kar rahe the. Suresh lamba tha, muscular, Amit thoda dark aur strong. Dono ki uniform paseene se bhigi hui thi.

“Madam, aapke flat mein bhi bijli nahi aa rahi na? Hum meter aur connection check karne aaye hain. Thoda andar aane do,” Suresh ne bola, uski aankhein seedha Priya ke boobs pe tik gayi.

Priya ne apne haathon se chest cover karne ki koshish ki, “Haan… cut hai. Lekin mera pati abhi society office gaya hai. Aap jaldi check kar lo aur jaao.” Dono andar aaye. Garmi ki wajah se ghar garam tha, Priya ka paseena aur tez ho gaya tha.

Amit ne muskurate hue bola, “Madam, itni garmi mein aapki yeh short frock… boobs toh bilkul tight aur sundar dikh rahe hain. Paseena se fabric chipak gaya hai.” Priya ka chehra laal ho gaya, woh peeche hati, “Kya bakwas kar rahe ho? Main shadi shuda hoon.

Aap log sirf kaam karo. Yeh galat baat hai.” Suresh ne meter box ki taraf jaate hue uske paas se guzra aur uski kamar ko halke se chhoo liya, “Madam, relax karo. Hum sirf help kar rahe hain. Aap itni hot lag rahi ho, koi bhi control nahi kar paayega.”

Priya ne uska haath jhatak diya, awaaz mein sharm aur gussa, “Mat chhuo mujhe! Please… bahar awaaz mat karo, neighbors sun lenge. Thin walls hain yahan.” Rahul store room mein chhupke lund ko zor zor se hilane laga, “Dekho Priya… tu mana kar rahi hai… lekin ye log kitne dominant hain… meri biwi ki body pe unki nazar… jealousy se dil phat raha hai lekin maza bhi aa raha hai.”

Dono ladke ab aur close ho gaye. Suresh ne Priya ke kandhe pe haath rakha, “Madam, aap itna paseena kar rahi ho… frock ko thoda loose kar lo, nahi toh thand nahi lagegi.”

Priya ne uska haath hata diya, “Nahi! Mat karo… main khud handle kar lungi. Aap sirf bijli theek karo.” Amit ne uske peeche se aa kar uski frock ke strap ko halke se khinch diya, “Madam, dekho kitni tight hai… boobs upar se dikh rahe hain. Patidev ko yeh pasand hoga.” Priya ne zor se dhakka diya, “Arre nahi! Ruko… bahut sharm aa rahi hai… koi aa jayega toh? Please mat kholo.”

Lekin Suresh ne uske dono haathon ko pakad liya aur Amit ne frock ke upar wale buttons kholne shuru kar diye. Priya ka badan kaanp raha tha, “Ufff… nahi… mat kholo… main nangi nahi ho sakti… mera pati aa jayega… bahut galat hai yeh!”

Uske muh se halki si saans tez ho rahi thi. Frocks ke buttons khulte gaye, uske bade bade boobs bahar aa gaye – gori, round, paseene se chamakte hue, nipples hard aur pink. Suresh ne ek boob ko haath mein le liya, dheere se dabaya, “Madam, kitne soft aur garam boobs hain… dekho nipples kitne khade ho gaye hain.”

Priya ne aankhein band kar li, awaaz mein rote hue, “Aaaah… chhodo… mat dabao… bahut sharm aa rahi hai… yeh sirf mere pati ke liye hai… please ruk jao na.” Lekin uski chut mein halki si garmi feel ho rahi thi. Rahul hiding mein apna lund tezi se hilata hua soch raha tha, “Priya… teri boobs unke haathon mein… tu resist kar rahi hai lekin body bol rahi hai… main jealous hoon lekin lund se cum nikalne wala hai.”

Ab frock poori tarah khinch kar neeche gir gayi. Priya sirf panty mein khadi thi, uski creamy gaand aur thighs paseene se bhigi hui. Amit ne uski panty pe haath fer diya, “Madam, yahan bhi geela patch dikh raha hai… chut already wet ho gayi hai.”

Priya ne taangein kas li, haathon se chut cover kar li, “Nahi… jhooth bol rahe ho! Mat chhuo wahan… please… main chillati hoon… neighbors aa jayenge!” Suresh ne uske kaan mein whisper kiya, “Madam, thoda sa relax karo… hum aapko bahut pyar se touch karenge… dar mat.”

Priya ne zor zor se mana kiya, “Nahi… mat karo… bahut risk hai… thin walls hain, koi sun lega… mera pati kabhi maaf nahi karega!” Lekin unki ungliyan uski panty ke andar ghus gayi, chut ke upar ghumne lagi. Priya ka badan jhatka laga, “Uffff… nahi… wahan mat… bahut sensitive hai… ruk jao please!” Uske muh se moan nikal gayi, lekin woh abhi bhi haathon se push kar rahi thi.

Dono ne mil kar uski panty bhi niche khinch di. Priya ab bilkul nangi khadi thi living room mein – gori body, clean shaved pink chut, paseena se chamakti hui. Woh dono haathon se apne private parts cover kar rahi thi, “Arre nahi… poori nangi mat karo… bahut sharm aa rahi hai… koi dekh lega toh? Please… mat dekho mujhe aise.”

Suresh ne usko sofa pe dhakka diya, Priya let gayi lekin taangein band kiye hue. Amit ne uski taangein failane ki koshish ki, “Madam, ab dekhne do… kitni sundar chut hai.” Priya ne roke hue kaha, “Nahi… mat failao… main resist kar rahi hoon… yeh galat hai… mera pati…”

Lekin Suresh ne uski chut pe jeebh fer di. Priya ki peeth uth gayi, “Aaaahhhh… ufff… wahan mat chuso… bahut achha lag raha hai lekin ruk jao… sharam se mar rahi hoon!” Amit ne uske boobs ko muh mein le liya, nipples chusne laga.

Priya ka badan tremble kar raha tha, paseene ki boondein gir rahi thi, wet sounds ghar bhar rahe the. Rahul store room mein lund ko zor se hilate hue edge kar raha tha, “Meri Priya ki chut unke muh mein… wo moan kar rahi hai… jealousy ka dard aur excitement ka nasha… main cum karne wala hoon.”

Dheere dheere Priya ki resistance kam hone lagi. Uske haath ab unke baalon mein ghuse the, “Ufff… kitna mazaa aa raha hai… lekin yeh galat hai… mat chodo abhi… please!” Ab full undressing ho chuki thi.

Suresh ne apna mota lund bahar nikala aur Priya ki chut pe ragadne laga. Priya ne aankhein kholi, “Nahi… andar mat daalo… bahut mota hai… phat jayegi… mera pati ka alawa…” Lekin Suresh ne ek tez dhakka diya aur lund andar chala gaya.

Priya ki aankhein phail gayi, “Aaaahhhh! Bahut bada… dheere… nahi… poora mat… uffff!” Ab pehla round shuru. Suresh ne usko sofa pe missionary mein chodna shuru kiya – tez tez dhakke, thap thap ki awaazein.

Priya ab thodi active hone lagi, haathon se uski peeth pakad li, “Haan… aur zor se… lekin yeh galat hai… aaaah… meri chut phat rahi hai lekin mazaa aa raha hai!” Amit ne uske muh mein apna lund thok diya. Priya pehle mana kiya lekin phir chusne lagi, “Mmm… kitna mota… mera pati ko pata nahi…”

Rahul hiding mein dobara cum kar diya, lund se white liquid nikal raha tha, “Priya… tu ab maze le rahi hai… meri biwi do anjaan lund se chud rahi hai… jealousy se jalta hoon lekin aur excited.”

Doosra round bedroom mein shift hua. Dono ne Priya ko utha ke bed pe litaya. Ab Priya puri tarah active thi. Usne Amit ke lund ko haath mein pakad liya, “Yeh itna lamba… ab chod do mujhe doggy style mein.” Amit ne peeche se daal diya, Priya ki peeth arch hui, aankhein band, “Haan Amit… aur andar… zor zor se chod meri chut ko… uffff… bahut din baad aisa maza!”

Suresh ne uske boobs dabate hue nipples ko kheenchta raha. Priya chillayi, “Aur zor se… mere nails teri peeth pe gad rahe hain… main aa rahi hoon… aaaahhh!” Uske multiple orgasms aaye – badan kaanp raha tha, paseena chhoot raha tha, chut se zor zor ki wet awaazein.

Teesra round sabse wild – Priya ne khud cowgirl position le li, Suresh ke lund pe baith ke upar neeche jhool rahi thi. Uski boobs zor se uchhal rahe the, “Haan Suresh… meri chut ko faad do… Amit, mere muh mein daal… aaaah… dono lund se bhari hoon main!” Amit ne uske muh mein thok diya.

Priya ab shameless ho chuki thi, “Mere pati ko pata nahi… lekin aaj main do mardon se chud rahi hoon… bahut mazaa aa raha hai… aur mat rukna!” Dono ne uske andar aur muh mein cum kar diya. Priya thak kar bed pe gir gayi, badan tremble kar raha tha, “Bahut thak gayi… lekin sach mein life changing tha.”

Dono ladke kapde pehen kar chale gaye, “Madam, jab bhi bijli cut ho, humein bula lena.” Priya sharma kar muskurayi, “Yeh ek baar ki baat thi… please jaao ab.”

Rahul turant bahar nikla. Priya ne usko dekha aur shock ho gayi, “Rahul?! Tu yahan chhupa tha? Tu ne sab dekh liya?!” Uske chehre pe gussa aur sharm ka mila jula ehsaas. “Tu ne yeh sab plan kiya tha? Bijli cut… tu ne hi kiya tha? Main itna mana karti rahi… tu chupke se dekh raha tha aur lund hila raha tha?”

Rahul ne usko gale lagaya, uski nangi body ko sehlate hue, “Haan Priya… maine hi meter box dheela kiya tha.

Tujhe dekhna chahta tha ki tu kitni wild ban sakti hai. Teri sharm, teri resistance, teri surrender… sab dekh kar main pagal ho gaya.” Priya pehle gusse mein boli, “Yeh bahut galat tha Rahul! Main teri biwi hoon… bina bataye anjaan mardon ke saath… main kitni dar gayi thi!” Lekin phir uski aankhon mein nasha aa gaya, woh uske seene se lipat gayi, “Lekin… sach bolun toh bahut maza aaya. Teri jealousy aur mera nasha… dono mix ho gaya. Agli baar bhi kuch naya plan karna… lekin thoda hint toh de dena.”

Rahul ne usko bed pe litaya aur apna lund uski chut mein daal diya – abhi bhi unka cum andar tha. Priya ne usko pakad liya, “Haan Rahul… ab tu mujhe chod… maine aaj do lund liye… ab tera le. Zor se chod mujhe!” Dono ne passionate sex kiya – Priya upar neeche jhool rahi thi, Rahul neeche se tez dhakke maar raha tha. Priya chillayi, “Meri chut aaj bahut chudi hai… tu bhi faad de… aaaah… hum dono milkar aur naye experiments karenge!”

Dono ek saath jhade. Priya uske seene pe let gayi, paseene se bhigi hui, “Rahul… yeh experience sach mein addictive tha. Lekin agli baar aur risky setting… main ready hoon.” Rahul ne uske baal sehlate hue muskuraya, “Haan Priya… ab hum dono ka naya chapter shuru hai.”

Bah air abhi bhi garmi thi, lekin unke beech ki garmi aur tez ho chuki thi.

Pati subah office chala gaya tha aur bola tha shaam ko hi lautega. Priya ne mirror mein dekha toh apne nipples ka halka outline kurti par saaf dikh raha tha. “Arre babu, aaj toh sach mein pighal jaungi,” usne khud se hi kaha aur AC remote uthaya. Par AC bilkul band, sirf garam hawa nikal rahi thi.

Woh sofa par baith gayi, pair faila kar. Phone uthaya aur service center ko call kiya. “Haan bhaiya, AC kharab ho gaya hai. Ghar par akeli hoon, bahut garmi hai. Jaldi bhej do koi technician please.”

Service wale ne promise kiya dus minute mein aa jayenge. Priya ne khud ko thoda sa breeze dene ke liye kurti ka upar wala button khol diya. Uske bade boobs thoda sa ubhar aaye. Woh soch rahi thi ki pati ko message kar deti par phir socha shaam ko hi bataungi.

Doorbell baji. Priya uthi aur darwaza khola. Bahar do aadmi khade the. Ek lamba chauda, umar 35 ke kareeb, tight black t-shirt mein jismein uski gym wali chest dikhai de rahi thi. Dusra thoda younger, 28-29 saal ka, blue jeans aur polo shirt mein. “Bhabhi, AC complaint aaya hai? Hum Rakesh aur Vicky hain,” pehle wale ne kaha.

Priya ne side hati. “Haan bhaiya, andar aao. Bahut garmi hai, jaldi theek kar do.” Dono andar aaye. Priya unhe AC ki taraf le gayi. Jaate waqt uski skirt thodi si upar uth gayi aur smooth taange chamak rahi thi. Rakesh ki nazar turant wahan atak gayi.

Rakesh ne AC khola aur kaam shuru kiya. Vicky uske paas tools nikal raha tha. Par dono ki aankhein baar baar Priya ki taraf ja rahi thi. Woh sofa par baith gayi thi, pair ek dusre par chadha kar. Kurti ka button khula hua tha aur cleavage saaf dikhai de raha tha.

“Wah bhabhi, aap toh bahut sundar ho. Itni garmi mein bhi itni fresh lag rahi ho,” Vicky ne dheere se bola, aankhein hata hi nahi.

Priya ne sharma kar apni kurti sambhali. “Arre nahi bhaiya, aap log kaam karo na. Main pati ki biwi hoon, aisi baatein mat karo please.”

Rakesh ne hans kar kaha, “Bhabhi, garmi ka asar sab par hota hai. Dekho aapki kurti paseene se kitni chipak rahi hai. Boobs ka shape bilkul saaf dikh raha hai. Kitne bade aur tight hain.”

Priya ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh uthi aur kitchen ki taraf chal padi. “Paani piyo bhaiya, main le aati hoon.” Par jaate waqt uski skirt peeche se thodi si upar ho gayi aur gol gaand ka curve dikha. Dono ne ek dusre ko dekha aur smile kiya.

Priya paani ki bottle le kar wapas aayi. Jab woh jhuki toh kurti aur neeche gir gayi. Poora upper cleavage aur nipples ka halka sa outline bahar jhank raha tha. Rakesh ne haath aage badhaya aur dheere se uske shoulder par haath rakha. “Bhabhi, aap bhi bahut garam ho. AC theek karne se pehle hum aapko thoda thanda kar dein?”

Priya ne uska haath jhatak diya. “Nahi bhaiya! Kya kar rahe ho? Main shadi shuda hoon. Sirf AC theek karo aur chale jao. Meri izzat ka sawal hai yeh.”

Par Rakesh ne haath nahi hataya. Usne Priya ki kurti ke dusre button ko bhi khol diya. “Dekho bhabhi, aapke nipples bhi khade ho gaye hain. Garmi mein mann nahi karta kya? Hum dono aapko bahut pyar se thanda kar denge. Koi nahi dekhega.”

Priya peeche hati, sofa ki taraf. “Please mat chhuo mujhe. Main chillati hoon. Pati ko phone kar dungi abhi.”

Vicky ne muskurate hue kaha, “Bhabhi, phone toh door hai. Aur jab hum aapko mazaa denge toh awaaz bhi nahi nikalegi. Dekho, aapki chut toh already geeli hone lagi hogi. Skirt par halka sa nishaan dikh raha hai.”

Priya ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne haathon se apne boobs cover kar liye. “Nahi… please… main aisi aurat nahi hoon. Sirf ek baar chod do mujhe. Yeh galat hai.”

Rakesh ne usko sofa par dhakel diya. Usne Priya ki kurti ko aur upar kheencha. Ab uske dono bade boobs bahar aa gaye the. “Wah bhabhi, kitne soft aur bade boobs hain. Nipples toh jaise chusne ko bol rahe hain. Paseena se chamak rahe hain.”

Priya ne zor se haath pakda. “Arre nahi! Chhodo mujhe! Yeh galat hai… main pativrata hoon… aaah… mat chuso please…”

Rakesh ne ek nipple muh mein le liya aur dheere dheere chusne laga. Vicky ne dusre boob ko dono haathon se dabaya aur kiss karne laga. Priya ki aankhein band ho gayi. Uske haath unke sar par the par dhakel bhi rahi thi. “Please… bas karo… meri chut mein aag lag rahi hai… nahi… main nahi karungi yeh sab…”

Unki jeebh aur haathon ka jaadu chalta raha. Rakesh ne nipple ko halka sa kaata aur phir zor se chusa. Priya ka badan thoda sa kaanp gaya. “Mmm… nahi bhaiya… mat karo aisa… par… bahut accha lag raha hai… aaah…”

Vicky ne uski skirt upar kheench di. Panty par haath pherne laga. “Bhabhi, panty toh poori geeli hai. Chut ka ras nikal raha hai. Ab hum aapko poora nanga kar denge aur dekhenge kitni sundar ho.”

Priya ne last try kiya, haathon se skirt pakad kar. “Nahi… kapde mat utaro… please… meri izzat… pati ko pata chal gaya toh kya hoga…”

Par Vicky ne skirt aur panty ek saath neeche kheench di. Priya ab bilkul nangi thi sofa par. Uski chut clean shaved thi aur geeli chamak rahi thi. Dono ne apne kapde utare. Unke lund bahut bade aur khade the, veins nikal kar.

Priya ki aankhein phail gayi. “Itna bada… nahi… yeh andar nahi jayega… main toot jaungi… please ruk jao abhi bhi.”

Rakesh ne usko bed ki taraf le gaya. Pehle position mein usko litaya aur taange faila di. Lund ko chut ke muh par ragadne laga. “Bhabhi, dheere dheere andar jayega. Dekho kitna ras nikal raha hai. Aapki chut toh bhookhi hai.”

Priya ne sir hilaya, haathon se uska chest dhakelti hui. “Nahi… condom pehno pehle… please… aaahhh… mat ragdo aise… meri chut jal rahi hai…” Par Rakesh ne ek hi jhatke mein poora lund andar dhakel diya.

Priya ki cheekh nikal gayi. “Aaaahhh! Bahut bada hai… phaad raha hai chut ko… nikal do… par… mat nikaalo… zor se chodo mujhe ab…” Woh actively ho chuki thi. Taange Rakesh ki kamar par lapet li.

Rakesh zor zor se dhakke marne laga. Har dhakke par Priya ki boobs zor zor se hil rahe the. Wet thap thap ki awaaz kamre mein goonj rahi thi. “Haan bhaiya… aur zor se… meri chut phaad do… pati se kabhi itna mazaa nahi mila… aaah… gehraai se maro…”

Vicky uske muh ke paas khada tha. Priya ne uska lund pakad kar chusna shuru kar diya. “Mmm… dono ke lund bahut swaad ke hain… chodte raho mujhe… main tumhari hoon aaj…”

Pehla round bahut lamba chala. Priya ka pehla orgasm aaya. Uski chut se paani nikal gaya aur bed geela ho gaya. “Aaaahhh! Main jhad gayi… aur chodo na… mat rukna…”

Rakesh ne position badla. Dusra position – Priya ko ghutno ke bal kar diya bed par, peeche se lund andar. Vicky neeche let gaya aur uske boobs chus raha tha. Rakesh peeche se zor se chod raha tha. Har dhakke par gaand ki cheekh nikal rahi thi. “Thap thap thap” ki awaaz tez ho gayi.

Priya chillayi, “Haan Vicky… mere nipples ko kaato… Rakesh aur gehraai se maro… meri gaand ko thappad maro… main tumhari ban gayi hoon…” Usne apni gaand peeche ki taraf dhakeli.

Teesra position mein Priya Rakesh ke upar baith gayi. Lund chut mein le kar upar neeche hilne lagi. Vicky neeche se uski gaand mein ungli daal raha tha. Priya ki aankhein ghum rahi thi. “Aaaah… dono ko ek saath feel kar rahi hoon… bahut mazaa aa raha hai… pati ko kabhi bataungi nahi yeh sab…”

Woh tezi se upar neeche ho rahi thi. Sweat uske boobs par behta hua Vicky ke muh tak pahunch raha tha. Rakesh ne uske hips pakad kar aur zor se dhakke diye. Priya ka dusra orgasm aaya. Badan kaanp utha. “Main phir se jhad rahi hoon… aaah… mat rukna… raat bhar chodte raho…”

Chaatha position – teeno bed par side by side. Rakesh peeche se spoon style mein chod raha tha. Vicky saamne se uski chut ko jeebh se chus raha tha. Priya ke haath Vicky ke sar par the. “Haan… dono taraf se mazaa de rahe ho… meri chut aur gaand dono jal rahi hain… aur zor se…”

Paanchwa position – Priya ko bed ke kinare par litaya, taange upar karke. Dono baari baari se andar bahar kar rahe the. Rakesh ne speed badha di. “Bhabhi, ab hum dono ke lund se bhar denge tumhari chut ko. Saara maal andar hi daal denge.”

Priya ne unke lund ko pakad kar hilaya aur muh mein le liya. “Haan… andar hi daal do… mera ras aur tumhara mix ho jayega… main tumhari ho gayi hoon aaj… chodte raho zor zor se…”

Teeno ek saath jhade. Priya ki chut se saara maal nikal gaya. Bed poora geela. Woh thak kar let gayi par muskurate hue. “Tum dono ne mujhe sach mein thanda kar diya. Par ab jao, pati aane wala hai. Agli baar jab AC kharab ho toh phir aana.”

Rakesh ne uske boobs ko ek last kiss diya. “Bhabhi, hum hamesha ready hain. Bas call karna.”

Vicky ne smile kiya. “Aur agle baar aur lamba time lenge.”

Priya ne kapde pehne aur unhe darwaza tak chhodne gayi. Uske chehre par ek alag si chamak thi. Garmi ab bhi thi par andar ki aag bilkul thandi ho chuki thi.

Woh bed par let gayi aur sochne lagi, “Pati ko pata nahi chalega. Par yeh mazaa main kabhi bhoolungi nahi. Agli garmi mein phir bulaungi inko.”

Rohan aur Priya ki shaadi ko teen saal hue the. Dono Gurgaon ke ek achhi society ke flat mein rehte the. Rohan 28 saal ka marketing executive tha, din bhar meetings aur presentations mein busy rehta. Priya 25 ki thi, ghar sambhalti thi aur kabhi kabhi online yoga classes leti thi.

Uska gora sharir, lambe kaale baal, ubhari hui gaand aur tight boobs dekh kar society ke har mard ki nazar ruk jaati thi. Ghar ki zindagi theek chal rahi thi par bedroom mein cheezein bahut routine ban chuki thi. Rohan jaldi jaldi andar daal kar khatam kar deta tha.

Priya kabhi kabhi raat ko let kar dheere se bolti, “Rohan, humara pyaar toh bahut achha hai par bedroom mein thoda aur time, aur gehri masti chahiye… routine ho gaya hai sab.” Rohan uske baal sehla kar muskurata par andar hi andar uske mann mein ek gehra fantasy pal raha tha – apni patni ko dusre mardon ke haathon mein dekhna.

Rohan ne kuch din pehle apna secret plan bana liya tha. Priya ke stress ke bahane usne society ke paas ek popular massage parlour mein late evening slot book kar liya tha.

Usne receptionist ko specially bola tha ki wife ko full body massage chahiye aur do experienced male masseurs rakhna. Priya ko usne sirf itna hi bataya tha, “Stress kam karne ke liye massage parlour book kar diya hai. Ja kar relax kar lena.” Priya ne sharma kar haan kar di thi.

Shaam ke 7:30 baje dono parlour pahunche. Private AC room bahut comfortable tha – soft lighting, massage table, thin curtains aur side mein chhota changing area. Rohan ne bahana banaya, “Main bahar reception pe wait karta hoon, important call aa gayi hai.”

Asal mein woh usi building ke peeche wale chhote store room mein chhup gaya tha jahaan se room ka darwaza aur ek chhoti window ka partial view mil raha tha. Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne pant ke andar haath daal kar apna lund pakad liya aur dheere dheere sehlane laga.

Priya room mein let gayi. Usne deep neck wali loose pink top aur loose black pants pehni thi. Thodi der baad do masseurs andar aaye – Amit aur Suresh, dono 27-28 saal ke, gym-toned solid body wale, oil se chamakte haath. Dono ne Priya ko dekha aur unki nazar uske deep neck aur cleavage pe atak gayi.

Amit dheere se bola, “Madam, aap let jao. Hum full body massage kar denge. Bahut tension hai aapke sharir mein.”

Priya sharma kar boli, “Theek hai… par sirf back aur shoulders tak hi karna. Zyada mat chhuo please.”

Suresh muskuraya, “Madam relax karo. Hum professional hain. Aap tension mat lo.”

Dono ne oil laga kar kaam shuru kar diya. Pehle normal massage tha par dheere dheere unke haath neeche ki taraf badhne lage. Amit ne Priya ki top ke andar haath daal kar uski peeth sehlane laga. Priya ne turant uska haath pakad liya.

“Arre… yahan mat… sirf upar tak,” usne kaha, awaaz mein sharm aur dar tha.

Amit ne haath nahi hataya, “Madam, yahan knot hai, theek karna padega. Aap thoda relax karo na.”

Suresh ne uske kandhe pakad kar dabana shuru kar diya, “Haan madam, tension khatam ho jayegi. Aap itni tight kyun ho?”

Priya ne dhakelne ki koshish ki, “Nahi… aap log door raho… mera husband bahar wait kar raha hai. Yeh theek nahi hai.”

Lekin Amit ne uski top ke upar se hi boobs ko dabana shuru kar diya. Priya ne zor se haath hataya, “Mat chhuo… yeh kya kar rahe ho? Main bahar ja rahi hoon abhi.”

Suresh ne uski top ke buttons kholne shuru kar diye. Priya haathon se rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi, “Nahi… mat kholo… bahut sharm aa rahi hai… ruk jao please… kya kar rahe ho tum log?”

Amit ne top poori khol kar neeche gira di. Priya sirf bra mein thi. Dono ne uske boobs ko bahar se zor zor se dabana shuru kar diya. Amit ek boob muh mein le kar chusne laga. Priya ki peeth arch ho gayi, “Aaaahhh… nahi… mat chuso… hat jao… mera husband dekh lega… please ruk jao…”

Suresh ne peeche se bra ka hook khola. Jaise hi dono milky boobs bahar aaye, dono ne unhe haathon mein pakad liya aur masalne lage.

Priya haathon se cover karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, “Nahi… yeh mat karo… main chillaoongi… bahar ja rahi hoon main…” par Amit ne uske haath pakad liye aur dono nipples ko baari baari chusne lage. Suresh ne uski loose pants ka naada khola aur dheere dheere neeche sarakaya.

Priya taange band karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, “Please… pants mat utaro… koi aa jayega… yeh galat hai… ruk jao na…”

Par dono ne pants utar di. Ab woh sirf panty mein thi. Amit ne panty ko side kiya aur chut pe kiss karne laga. Suresh ne uski gaand ko sehla raha tha.

Priya zor se moan kar rahi thi, “Ohhh… ruk jao na… bahut galat hai yeh… aaaahhh… mat chhuo wahan…” par uski chut geeli ho chuki thi. Dono ne panty bhi utar di. Priya ab bilkul nangi thi massage table pe.

Dono ne uski chut ko chaatna shuru kar diya – ek jeebh andar daal raha tha, dusra clit chus raha tha. Priya ka sharir tremble kar raha tha, “Nahi… mat karo… par bahut achha lag raha hai… aaaahhh… ruk jao please…”

Rohan store room mein chhup kar dekh raha tha. Uska dil jal raha tha par lund itna hard tha ki dard ho raha tha. Woh zor zor se hila raha tha, har touch ke saath uske mann mein jalan aur maza dono badh raha tha. Thin walls ki wajah se bahar se halki awaaz aa rahi thi, jo risk aur badha rahi thi.

Jab undressing poori ho gayi tab hardcore rounds shuru hue. Amit ne Priya ko table pe litaya aur missionary mein apna mota lund chut mein daal diya. Priya ki aankhein band ho gayi, “Aaaahhh… bahut gehra… zor se chod na ab… haan… aur andar tak daalo…” Ab woh resistance chod kar actively enjoy karne lagi. Suresh uske muh mein lund de raha tha. Priya dono ko haathon se touch kar rahi thi, “Haaan… aur zor se… dono maza do mujhe… meri chut ko faad do aaj…”

Pehla round bahut lambi aur tez tha. Amit rhythm badalta ja raha tha – kabhi slow deep thrusts, kabhi tez dhakke. Priya ki boobs har dhakke pe hil rahe the. Uska pehla orgasm aa gaya, sharir kaanp raha tha, aankhein band, muh se zor zor ki siskariyan nikal rahi thi, “Haaan… aur zor se… main aa rahi hoon… aaaahhh fuck…”

Dusra round doggy style mein. Suresh ne peeche se chodna shuru kiya. Amit neeche se boobs chus raha tha. Priya ab poori tarah se enjoy kar rahi thi, “Aur gehra… chodte raho… meri chut ko faad do… haan… aur zor se… main tumhari hoon aaj…” Uski awaaz room mein goonj rahi thi. Bahar se footsteps ki awaaz aa rahi thi jo risk aur badha rahi thi.

Teesra round sabse wild tha. Dono ne Priya ko beech mein liya. Amit ne chut mein, Suresh peeche se. Priya pagal ho gayi, “Dono taraf… aaaahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai… aur zor se… dono lund andar daalo… haan… chod do mujhe… main aa rahi hoon phir se…” Uski taange kaanp rahi thi, multiple orgasms aaye, body paseene se bhig chuki thi. Dono ne andar hi release kar diya.

Massage session khatam hone ke baad dono masseurs kapde pehen kar chale gaye. Priya table pe thaki hui, sharir chamak raha tha, chut se thoda cum leak ho raha tha. Tab store room ka darwaza khula. Rohan bahar aaya. Priya shock ho gayi, “Rohan? Tum… yahan the? Yeh sab kya tha?”

Rohan uske paas aaya aur gale lagaya, “Haan Priya… maine hi yeh sab plan kiya tha. Main dekhna chahta tha tum kitni khush ho sakti ho.” Priya pehle gussa ho gayi, “Tumne aisa kiya? Bina bataye? Main kitni dar gayi thi…” par phir uski aankhon mein muskurahat aa gayi, “Par sach bataun toh bahut maza aaya. Mera body abhi bhi jal raha hai. Par agli baar mujhe bata dena thoda sa.”

Rohan ne usko kiss kiya aur apna lund uski chut mein daal diya. Dono bahut pyar se chude. Priya bold ho kar boli, “Zor se… tumhari hi hoon main hamesha.”

Baad mein dono ghar jaate hue car mein cuddle karte hue baatein kar rahe the. Unka rishta aur mazboot ho gaya tha. Agla adventure aur bhi risky hone wala tha.

Rohan aur Neha ki shaadi ko paanch saal ho chuke the. Dono Delhi ke ek chhote se flat mein khush the – Rohan ek software company mein senior tha, Neha ghar sambhalti thi aur kabhi-kabhi online classes leti thi. Raat ko unka sex life bhi accha tha, lekin Neha ko hamesha lagta tha ki kuch kami hai. Woh pyar se kehti, “Rohan, aaj thoda alag se karo na… mujhe aur excitement chahiye.” Rohan muskurata, uske boobs ko dabata aur normal missionary mein hi khatam kar deta. Andar hi andar uska dil tadapta rehta – woh apni biwi ko dusre mard ke saath dekhna chahta tha, lekin kabhi bol nahi paaya.

Is baar unko Neha ke cousin ki shaadi thi Chandigarh. Rohan ne plan banaya. Usne secretly car ki fuel tank mein sirf half petrol chhod diya aur battery terminal ko thoda loose kar diya, taaki raat ko highway par car stall ho jaaye. Koi mechanic ko call nahi kiya, koi truck driver se baat nahi ki – sab natural hona tha. Neha ko sirf itna bola, “Baby, is trip pe thoda sexy dress pehen lo na. Tumhari woh deep neck wali kurti aur tight black leggings… mujhe bahut pasand hai.” Neha sharmaayi, “Pagal ho kya? Highway par log kya sochenge?” Par Rohan ne pyar se uske gaal chuma aur kaha, “Koi nahi dekhega, aur main hoon na saath mein. Tumhari body itni hot hai, mujhe dekhna hai logon ki nazar kaise padti hai.”

Shaadi se wapas aate waqt raat ke 11 baje woh nikal pade. Neha ne wohi deep neck kurti pehni thi – pink colour ki, jisme uske boobs ka cleavage saaf dikhta tha, aur neeche tight leggings jo uski moti gaand ko perfectly highlight karte the. Dupatta nahi pehna tha. Car mein baithte hi Rohan ne uske thigh par haath rakha, “Wah Neha, aaj toh tum bilkul item lag rahi ho.” Neha hansi, “Bas karo, drive karo pehle.” Raste bhar woh baatein karte rahe – purane dinon ki, sex ki, Neha ke fantasies ki. Rohan ne dheere se kaha, “Neha, agar kabhi koi strong mard tumhe touch kare toh kya feel hoga?” Neha ne uske haath ko thappad maara, “Kya bakwas kar rahe ho? Sirf tumhara hi hoon main.”

Raat 1:30 baje, heavy barish shuru ho gayi. Highway bilkul sunsaan tha. Achanak car ki lights flicker kiye aur engine band ho gaya. Rohan ne pretend kiya shock hone ka, “Arre yaar, kya hua? Petrol toh tha na.” Neha pareshan ho gayi, “Rohan, yahan koi nahi hai… phone ka signal bhi nahi aa raha.” Barish tez ho rahi thi. Rohan ne kaha, “Main aage jaakar koi help laata hoon. Tum car mein baitho, doors lock kar lo. Jaldi aata hoon.” Usne Neha ko ek deep kiss diya aur chhatri leke nikal gaya. Asal mein woh sirf 50 meter aage jaakar bushes mein chhup gaya. Usne apna phone silent kiya aur car ki taraf dekhta raha. Uska lund pehle hi tight ho chuka tha.

Neha car mein baithi thi, dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Barish ki boondein windshield par zor se pad rahi thi. Tabhi door se thoda aage do truck khade hue. Do jawan ladke – Raju aur Vicky – utre. Dono tall, muscular, rain mein bheegte hue. Unhone dekha ek akeli aurat car mein baithi hai. Raju ne kaha, “Bhabhi ji, kya problem hai? Hum help kar sakte hain.” Neha ne window thodi kholi, “Mera husband help laane gaya hai… aap jaao na.” Par barish itni tez thi ki dono ladke car ke paas aa gaye. Vicky ne bonnet khola, “Bhabhi, battery lagti hai problem. Hum fix kar dete hain, lekin yahan bahar nahi ho payega. Aap hamare truck mein aao, shelter milega.”

Neha ka dil dhadka. “Nahi… please… mera pati aa raha hai.” Par Raju ne pyar se kaha, “Bhabhi, aap bheeg jaogi. Sirf 2 minute. Hum kuch galat nahi karenge.” Neha ka mann nahi tha, lekin barish ne uski kurti ko already thoda wet kar diya tha aur uske boobs ka shape saaf dikh raha tha. Woh dheere se truck ke paas gayi. Truck ke andar lights thi, thoda warm. Dono ladke andar aa gaye. Vicky ne uske shoulder par haath rakha, “Bhabhi, aap bahut sundar ho. Aise raat mein akeli… dangerous hai.” Neha ne haath hataaya, “Nahi bhaiya… please mat chhuo. Yeh galat hai.”

Par Raju ne uske wet lips ko dekha aur dheere se uske gaal par kiss kar diya. Neha ka badan kaanp gaya. “Arre… kya kar rahe ho? Mera husband yahin kahin hai!” Vicky ne uski kurti ke upar haath ghuma diya, boobs ke upar se dabaya. Neha ne light push kiya, “Nahi… please… main shadi-shuda hoon…” lekin uski awaaz mein ek halki si larz thi. Raju ne uski kurti ke button kholne shuru kiye. Ek ek karke. Neha haath se rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi, “Mat kholo… yeh galat hai… par… ahh…” Kurti khul gayi. Uske white lace bra mein uske bade boobs ubhar rahe the. Vicky ne bra ke upar se boobs ko squeeze kiya, nipples ko ungli se chheda. Neha ki saans tez ho gayi, “Nahi… cover karo mujhe… koi dekh lega…”

Raju ne bra ka hook peeche se khola. Bra gir gaya. Neha ne dono haathon se apne boobs cover karne ki koshish ki, “Please… mat dekho… sharam aa rahi hai.” Par Vicky ne uske haath hataaye aur ek nipple ko muh mein le liya, zor zor se chusne laga. Neha ka badan jhoom gaya, “Ahhh… nahi… yeh kya ho raha hai… mera pati…” Raju ne neeche jhuk kar uski leggings ke elastic pakde aur dheere se neeche khinch di. Tight leggings uski moti janghon ke saath utri. Ab sirf pink panty bachi thi, jo already wet thi. Vicky ne panty par haath ferte hue kaha, “Bhabhi, aapki chut kitni garam hai.” Neha ne tangen band ki, “Nahi… panty mat utaaro… please… main nahi kar sakti…”

Par Raju ne panty bhi neeche khinch di. Neha ab bilkul nangi thi truck ke andar – uske bade boobs, chikni chut, moti gaand sab saaf. Dono ladke uske body ko kiss karne lage – neck se boobs tak, pet se thighs tak. Neha ka resistance dheere dheere kam ho raha tha. Woh sirf halke se “nahi… nahi…” kar rahi thi, lekin uski aankhein band ho rahi thi. Raju ne uski chut par ungli feri, clit ko dabaya. Neha ka badan ekdum se jhoom utha, “Ahhh… wahan mat… please…” Vicky ne uske boobs ko dono haathon se masla aur nipple ko kaata. Neha ki moan nikal gayi.

Ab hardcore shuru hua. Raju ne apna mota lund bahar nikala – lamba aur thick. Neha ne dekha aur sharmaayi, “Nahi… itna bada… main nahi le paungi…” Par Vicky ne usko truck ke seat par litaya aur Raju ne uski tangen faila di. Pehla round – Raju ne apna lund Neha ki chut par ragda aur dheere se andar dhakela. Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi, “Ahhhh… dheere… bahut mota hai… ahh!” Raju ne zor zor se chodna shuru kiya. Har dhakke par Neha ke boobs hil rahe the. Woh ab resistance chhod chuki thi. Usne Raju ki peeth par haath rakh diye aur kiss karne lagi, “Haan… aur zor se… chod do mujhe… ahhh!”

Rohan bushes mein chhupa tha. Barish mein bheegta hua usne apna lund bahar nikala aur zor zor se hilane laga. Jealousy aur lust ka mix usko pagal kar raha tha. Woh dekh raha tha ki uski biwi kaise do anjaan mardon ke saath maze le rahi hai. Usne ek baar jhad bhi diya, par phir se hilane laga.

Raju ne Neha ko doggy style mein kiya. Uske gaand pakdi aur peeche se zor zor se thokne laga. Neha ki cheekhein nikal rahi thi, “Haan… aur andar… meri chut phaad do… ahhh… main aa rahi hoon!” Usne pehla orgasm le liya, badan kaanp raha tha. Vicky wait nahi kar saka. Usne apna lund Neha ke muh mein thok diya. Neha ne ab actively choosna shuru kar diya – dono haathon se lund ko stroke karte hue. Doosra round shuru hua. Vicky ne Neha ko apne lap par baitha liya aur upar neeche chodne laga. Neha khud hi bounce kar rahi thi, boobs hilte hue, “Haan Vicky… aur zor se… meri chut ko thok do!” Raju ne peeche se uski gaand mein ungli daal di. Neha ka dusra orgasm aa gaya, woh zor se chillayi.

Teesra round sabse wild tha. Dono ladke ne Neha ko beech mein liya. Raju ne chut mein daala, Vicky ne muh mein. Woh dono taraf se chod rahe the. Neha ab poori tarah se wild ho chuki thi – “Haan… dono lund mujhe chod rahe hain… aur zor se… main tumhari hoon aaj raat!” Truck hil raha tha. Neha ke teesre orgasm ke saath dono ladke ne bhi andar jhad diya. Neha ka badan paseene aur barish ke paani se chamak raha tha.

Dono ladke ne Neha ko pyar se kiss kiya, uske body ko saaf kiya aur chale gaye. “Bhabhi, aap bahut hot ho. Kabhi milna.” Neha sharmaayi par muskurayi.

Rohan wapas aaya, jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Neha abhi bhi nangi thi, truck ke andar baithi. Rohan ne andar dekha aur usko gale lagaya. “Neha… maine sab dekh liya.” Neha shock ho gayi, “Kya? Tum… tumne plan kiya tha?” Rohan ne uske boobs dabate hue kaha, “Haan baby. Main chahta tha ki tum enjoy karo. Mujhe bahut jealousy hua par maza bhi aaya.” Neha pehle gussa hui, par phir usne uske lund pakda, “Pagal… par sach mein bahut maza aaya. Agli baar bhi plan karna.”

Rohan ne turant apna lund uski chut mein daal diya. Dono ne truck ke andar hi passionate sex kiya – Neha ab poori tarah se wild thi, uske upar chadh kar ride kar rahi thi. “Haan Rohan… dekh liya na apni biwi ko? Ab chod mujhe zor se!” Dono ek saath jhad gaye. Barish ab bhi pad rahi thi, par unka pyaar aur lust aur gehra ho gaya tha.

Neha ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Agli baar aur bhi risky jagah par try karte hain.” Rohan muskuraya. Unki zindagi ab naye excitement se bhari hone wali thi

Arjun aur Neha ki shaadi ko teen saal ho chuke the. Dono Delhi ke ek chhote flat mein rehte the. Arjun 28 saal ka software engineer tha, din bhar office ke stress mein rehta. Neha 25 ki thi, beauty parlour mein kaam karti thi. Uska gora sharir, ubhari hui gaand aur tight boobs dekh kar roz log palat ke dekhte the. Ghar ki zindagi achhi thi par bedroom mein sab routine ban chuka tha. Arjun jaldi jaldi andar daal kar khatam kar deta tha. Neha kabhi kabhi raat ko let kar dheere se kehti, “Arjun jaan, humara pyaar toh bahut gehra hai par bedroom mein thoda aur josh aur lambi masti chahiye… routine ho gaya hai.” Arjun uske baal sehla kar muskurata par andar hi andar uske mann mein ek secret fantasy pal raha tha – apni biwi ko dusre mardon ke saath dekhna.

Arjun ne kuch din pehle plan bana liya tha. Weekend pe dono Manesar ja rahe the family function ke liye. Usne jaan bujh kar purani gaadi le li jo aksar highway pe kharab ho jaati thi. Usne koi mechanics ko call nahi kiya tha, bas socha tha ki agar breakdown hua toh koi local help zaroor aa jayegi. Raat ko dono nikal gaye. Neha ne black deep neck kurti aur tight blue jeans pehni thi, cleavage gehra dikhta tha. Gaadi chalte hue Arjun ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Jaan, is trip mein thoda maza karenge.” Neha sharma kar hans di.

Raat ke 11 baje highway pe traffic bilkul kam ho gaya tha. Andhera bahut gehra tha. Arjun ne jaan bujh kar gaadi ko side mein rok diya aur bonnet khol diya. Engine se thodi si dhuaan nikal rahi thi. “Jaan, lagta hai kuch problem ho gayi hai. Tu andar baith, main dekh ta hoon,” usne kaha. Asal mein woh gaadi ke peeche ke bushes mein chhup gaya tha jahaan se pura scene saaf dikhta tha. Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha.

Kuch der baad ek purani bike pe do aadmi aaye – Vicky aur Karan, dono 27-28 saal ke, highway ke paas garage chalane wale, solid body wale, oil aur mitti se bhare haath. Unhone gaadi dekhi aur ruk gaye. “Bhaiya, kya hua?” Vicky ne poocha. Arjun chhup kar dekh raha tha, usne apni track pant ke andar haath daal kar lund pakad liya tha.

Neha gaadi se bahar aayi. “Arjun kahan hain?” usne poocha, awaaz mein dar tha. Karan ne uske deep neck ki taraf dekha aur bola, “Madam, aap andar baitho, hum dekh te hain.” Vicky ne bonnet khola aur thoda sa khelne laga. Phir dono Neha ke paas aaye. Vicky ne dheere se uske kandhe pe haath rakh diya, “Madam, aap bahut sundar ho. Highway pe aisi raat mein akeli mat baitho.”

Neha peeche hati, “Aap log gaadi dekh lo… mera husband yahin hai.” Par Karan ne uske haath pakad liya, “Relax karo madam… thoda time lagega.” Neha ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Nahi… please door raho… mera husband aa jayega.” Par Vicky ne usko dheere se gaadi ke bonnet ki taraf dhakel diya aur lips pe kiss kar diya.

Neha ne dhakelne ki koshish ki, “Nahi… yeh kya kar rahe ho? Mera husband dekh lega… ruk jao please.” Par kiss gehra hota gaya. Karan peeche se uski kamar pakad kar neck pe kiss karne laga. Neha ka sharir kaanp raha tha, “Aaaahhh… mat karo… galat hai yeh…”

Vicky ne uski black kurti ke buttons kholne shuru kiye. Har button khulte hi woh uski cleavage ko kiss kar raha tha. Neha haathon se apne boobs cover kar rahi thi, “Nahi… mat kholo… sharm aa rahi hai… mera husband…” Par Vicky ne kurti poori khol di aur neeche gira di. Karan ne peeche se bra ka hook khola. Jaise hi dono milky boobs bahar aaye, dono ne unhe haathon mein pakad liya aur zor zor se masalne lage. Vicky ek nipple muh mein le kar chusne laga. Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi, “Aaaahhh… nahi… yeh mat karo… please ruk jao…” par uski awaaz mein zor kam hota ja raha tha.

Karan ne uski tight jeans ka button khola aur dheere dheere neeche sarakaya. Neha taange band karne ki koshish kar rahi thi, “Please… yahan mat… highway pe koi aa jayega…” Par dono ne jeans utar di. Ab woh sirf pink lacy panty mein thi. Vicky ne panty ko side kiya aur chut pe kiss karne laga. Karan ne uski gaand ko sehla raha tha. Neha zor se moan kar rahi thi, “Ohhh… ruk jao na… bahut sharm aa rahi hai…” par uski chut geeli ho chuki thi.

Arjun bushes mein chhup kar dekh raha tha. Uska lund poora khada tha. Woh zor zor se hila raha tha, dil mein jalan aur maza dono ho raha tha.

Panty bhi utar di gayi. Neha ab bilkul nangi thi gaadi ke bonnet pe. Dono ne uski chut ko chaatna shuru kiya – ek jeebh andar daal raha tha, dusra clit chus raha tha. Neha zor zor se moan kar rahi thi, “Aaaahhh… nahi… mat karo… par bahut achha lag raha hai…”

Jab undressing poori ho gayi tab hardcore rounds shuru hue. Vicky ne Neha ko bonnet pe litaya aur missionary mein apna mota lund chut mein daal diya. Neha ki aankhein band ho gayi, “Aaaahhh… bahut gehra… zor se chod na ab.” Ab woh resistance chod kar actively enjoy karne lagi. Karan uske muh mein lund de raha tha. Neha dono ko haathon se touch kar rahi thi aur moan kar rahi thi, “Haaan… aur zor se… dono maza do mujhe.”

Pehla round bahut tez tha. Vicky zor zor se dhakke maar raha tha. Neha ki boobs hil rahe the. Uska pehla orgasm aa gaya, sharir kaanp raha tha.

Dusra round doggy style mein. Karan ne peeche se chodna shuru kiya. Vicky neeche se boobs chus raha tha. Neha ab poori tarah se enjoy kar rahi thi, “Aur gehra… chodte raho… main aa rahi hoon phir se.” Uski awaaz highway ki khamoshi mein goonj rahi thi.

Teesra round sabse wild tha. Dono ne Neha ko beech mein liya. Vicky ne chut mein, Karan peeche se. Neha pagal ho gayi, “Dono taraf… aaaahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai.” Multiple orgasms aaye. Dono ne andar hi release kar diya.

Raat ke 2 baje dono mechanics apni bike le kar chale gaye. Neha gaadi ke andar thaki hui leti thi, sharir paseene se chamak raha tha. Tab Arjun bushes se bahar aaya. Neha shock ho gayi, “Arjun? Tum… yahan the? Yeh sab… tumne plan kiya tha?” Pehle uski aankhon mein gussa tha par phir woh muskurayi.

Arjun uske paas aaya aur gale lagaya, “Haan jaan… maine hi gaadi ko thoda kharab kiya tha taaki koi help aaye. Main dekhna chahta tha tum kitni khush ho sakti ho.” Neha uske chest pe haath ferte hue boli, “Pagal ho tum… par sach bataun toh bahut maza aaya. Mera body abhi bhi jal raha hai. Par agli baar mujhe thoda hint toh de dena.” Arjun ne usko kiss kiya aur apna lund uski chut mein daal diya. Dono bahut pyar se chude. Neha bold ho kar boli, “Haaan jaan… zor se chod… tumhari hi hoon main hamesha.”

Baad mein dono gaadi mein cuddle karte hue let gaye. Highway pe trucks ki awaaz aa rahi thi aur unka rishta aur mazboot ho gaya tha. Agla adventure aur bhi risky hone wala tha.

Rohan aur Priya ki shaadi ko teen saal ho chuke the. Dono Noida ke ek chhote flat mein rehte the, jahaan subah ki chai se lekar raat ki thakaa hua sex tak sab kuch routine ban chuka tha. Rohan 28 saal ka tha, software job mein din raat lagaata tha. Priya 25 ki, ghar sambhaalti thi aur kabhi kabhi online baking classes leti thi. Bahar se toh unki zindagi perfect dikhti thi – pyar bhari baatein, haath pakad ke ghumna, par andar hi andar Priya ko kuch kami mehsoos hoti thi. Raat ko jab Rohan uske upar chadh jaata, toh bas kuch minute mein kaam khatam. Priya kabhi kabhi mann hi mann sochti, “Kash thoda aur time, thoda aur zor, thoda aur maza hota… par Rohan ko bhi toh thak jaata hai office se.”

Ek shaam, bed par lethe lethe Priya ne uske seene par sir rakh kar kaha, “Rohan, hum dono itna pyar karte hain na? Phir bhi kabhi kabhi lagta hai jaise humari raatein thodi si boring ho gayi hain. Tum bhi jaldi jaldi chod dete ho… main poori tarah se garam nahi ho paati.” Rohan ne uske baal sahlaaye aur pyar se bola, “Jaan, main samajh gaya. Is weekend hum Gurgaon ke us five star hotel mein jaate hain jahaan tune pehle se hi wish ki thi. Sirf hum dono, candle light dinner, aur poori raat sirf humari. Tum jo chaaho pehen lena… main chahta hoon tum bilkul khul kar enjoy karo.”

Priya ki aankhein chamak uthi. “Sach? Bahut din baad romantic feel hoga!” Rohan ne andar hi andar muskurate hue socha, “Tu nahi jaanti jaan, maine kuch aur bhi plan kiya hai jo teri saari kami poori kar dega.” Usne pehle hi online ek secret group mein do mard – Raj aur Vicky – se baat ki thi. Dono 30-32 ke the, tall, muscular, aur bilkul trustworthy. Rohan ne unhe bataya tha ki yeh ek fantasy hai – woh hotel room mein aayenge “debt collector” ban kar, thoda drama karenge, aur phir Priya ko apni taraf khinch lenge. Sab kuch consensual, paise bhi fix ho chuke the. Priya ko kuch bhi nahi pata tha.

Usne Priya ko dheere dheere taiyaar kiya. “Jaan, is baar hotel ke liye kuch naya pehen lo na. Woh short black dress jo tune online order kiya tha, uske neeche sirf lace wali bra aur panty. Main chahta hoon tum bahut hot aur confident dikho.” Priya sharma kar boli, “Arre pagal, log kya sochenge? Par… theek hai, sirf tere liye.” Woh raat bhar uske saath chipak kar leti rahi, uske lund ko haath se sehlaati hui boli, “Rohan, yeh weekend bahut special hoga na?” Rohan ne uske lips choom kar kaha, “Haan meri jaan, bilkul special… tu kabhi nahi bhulegi.”

Weekend aaya. Dono hotel pahunche – Gurgaon ka woh luxurious resort jahaan har room mein private balcony aur king size bed tha. Check in karte hi Priya ne apna black short dress pehen liya. Uski creamy thighs chamak rahi thi, boobs dress ke upar se thode ubhar rahe the. Rohan usko dekh kar hi garam ho gaya tha. Room mein enter karte hi usne Priya ko kiss kiya, haath uski kamar par ghumaaye. “Tum aaj kitni sexy lag rahi ho jaan.” Priya hansi, “Bas tere liye toh pehna hai.”

Shaam ke aath baje door par zor zor se knock hua. Priya chaunk kar boli, “Kaun hoga itni raat ko?” Rohan ne dar ka natak kiya, chehra faad kar bola, “Jaan, shayad… shayad koi problem ho. Main dekhta hoon.” Usne door khola. Bahar Raj aur Vicky khade the – dono formal shirt pant mein, par unki body se mardangi jhalak rahi thi. Raj ne seedha bola, “Rohan bhai, hum aapke 50 hazar ke debt ke liye aaye hain. Aaj raat tak dena hoga warna… aap samajh rahe hain na?”

Priya ke muh se awaaz nikal gayi, “Rohan! Yeh kya bol rahe hain? Tumne mujhe kyun nahi bataya?” Rohan ne ghabra kar kaha, “Jaan, tension mat lo. Yeh purana loan tha business ke liye. Main bathroom mein ja kar bank ko call karta hoon. Tum in dono se baat karo… please, main jaldi aata hoon.” Priya ne uska haath pakad liya, “Mat jaao akela… par theek hai, jao.” Rohan bathroom ke andar chala gaya, door ko thoda sa khula chhod diya taaki andar se poora view dikhe. Usne apni pant kholi, apna lund bahar nikala jo pehle hi khada ho chuka tha, aur dheere dheere hilane laga. Dil mein jealousy thi – “Meri Priya… par yeh maza bhi toh dekhna hai.”

Bahari room mein Raj aur Vicky Priya ke paas aa gaye. Vicky ne muskurate hue kaha, “Bhabhi, aap bahut khubsurat ho. Aise dress mein toh koi bhi control nahi kar payega.” Priya peeche hati, gaal laal, “Nahi bhaiya… aisa mat kaho. Mera pati andar hai. Yeh galat hai.” Raj ne dheere se uska haath pakad liya aur boli, “Bhabhi, debt ka ek aur tarika bhi hai… agar aap hum dono ko thoda sa khush kar do toh hum maan jaayenge. Sirf ek raat… aur aapko bhi maza aayega.”

Priya ki saans tez ho gayi. Woh sharma rahi thi, haath kaanp rahe the, par unki aankhon mein ek alag si chamak aa gayi thi. “Nahi… please… Rohan aa jayega.” Par Vicky ne uske kamar par haath rakh diya aur dheere se uske lips par kiss kar diya. Priya pehle toh peeche hati, par phir uske hoth dheere se khul gaye. Raj ne peeche se uske boobs par haath ferne shuru kiya. “Bhabhi, kitne soft hain yeh… aur kitne tight.” Priya ki awaaz kaanp rahi thi, “Arre rukiye na… ahhh… yeh kya kar rahe ho… par… bahut achha lag raha hai.”

Rohan bathroom mein chhup kar dekh raha tha. Uski jealousy badh rahi thi par lund aur sakht ho gaya tha. Woh zor zor se hilane laga, “Meri Priya… kitni hot lag rahi hai unke haathon mein.”

Dheere dheere dono ne Priya ka dress upar kiya. Pehle uski bra kholi gayi. Uski badi badi boobs bahar aa gayi, nipples already hard. Raj ne ek nipple muh mein le liya aur chusne laga. Vicky ne dusre ko dabaya aur kiss kiya. Priya ki aankhein band ho gayi, “Ohhh… Rohan… yeh… ahhh… mat chhodo mujhe.” Par uska sharir unke touch mein jal raha tha. Vicky ne uski panty neeche ki. Priya ki chut pehle hi geeli ho chuki thi. Usne ungli daal kar feel kiya, “Bhabhi, kitni pyasi ho aapki chut… bahut paani nikal raha hai.”

Priya ab control nahi kar paa rahi thi. Usne Raj ke lund par haath rakh diya jo pant ke upar se hi bahut bada aur mota mehsoos ho raha tha. “Yeh… yeh kitna bada hai…” Vicky ne usko bed par dhakel diya. Pehla round shuru hua. Raj ne apna lund bahar nikala aur Priya ke muh ke paas kiya. Priya sharma kar boli, “Nahi… par… main try karti hoon.” Usne muh khola aur dheere dheere chusne lagi. Vicky ne uski chut par apni zubaan feri – lick, suck, andar tak. Priya ki peeth arch ho gayi, “Ahhh… bahut maza aa raha hai… aur zor se chuso na!”

Rohan bathroom mein dekh kar pagal ho raha tha. Usne apna lund tezi se hilaya aur pehli baar jhad gaya, par ruk nahi. Usne socha, “Meri biwi… kitni wild ho gayi hai.”

Vicky ne phir apna lund Priya ki chut par ragda aur ek dhakke mein andar daal diya. Priya ki cheekh nikal gayi, “Ahhhh! Bahut mota hai… dheere… ahhh chod do mujhe!” Vicky zor zor se dhakke marne laga. Raj uske boobs chus raha tha. Priya ka sharir kaanp raha tha, peeth uth rahi thi, aankhein band. “Haan… aur zor se… chod do mujhe… main aa rahi hoon!” Usne pehla orgasm le liya, chut se paani nikal gaya. Vicky ne position badli – usko doggy style mein kiya aur peeche se chodne laga. Raj ne uske muh mein lund thok diya. Dono taraf se dhakke pad rahe the. Priya ki awaazein poore room mein goonj rahi thi, “Fuck… bahut mazedaar hai… dono lund ek saath… ahhh main phir aa gayi!”

Rohan ne doosri baar hilate hue dekha aur phir se jhad gaya, haath geele ho gaye.

Pehla round khatam hone ke baad dono ne Priya ko thoda rest diya. Par lust ab poora bhadak chuka tha. Dusra round shuru hua. Is baar Raj ne Priya ko apne upar bitha liya – cowgirl position. Priya khud hi uske lund par baith gayi aur upar neeche hone lagi. Uski boobs bounce kar rahe the. Vicky ne peeche se uski gaand par haath maara aur uski chut ke paas ungli daal di. Priya pagal ho gayi, “Haan… dono ko feel kar rahi hoon… aur tez… chod do mujhe poori raat!”

Rohan chhup kar dekh raha tha, uska lund phir se khada. Usne teesri baar hilaya, is baar dheere dheere edge karte hue.

Teesra round sabse wild tha. Dono ne Priya ko bed par litaya. Ek ne uski chut chodna shuru kiya, dusra uske muh mein. Phir positions badle – ek ne missionary mein, dusra side se. Priya ki aankhein band, muh se sirf moan nikal rahe the, “Haan… aur andar… poora lund daal do… main tumhari hoon aaj raat… ahhhh!” Usne multiple orgasms diye, sharir kaanp raha tha, paseena se bhig chuki thi. Kamre mein chut ki geeli awaaz, lund ke dhakke ki thap thap, aur Priya ki cheekhein goonj rahi thi.

Aakhir mein dono ne Priya ke andar aur muh mein jhad diya. Woh thak kar bed par let gayi, muskurate hue. Raj aur Vicky ne usko pyar se kiss kiya, “Bhabhi, aapne bahut maza diya. Debt clear.” Woh dono chale gaye.

Rohan bathroom se bahar aaya, uska chehra laal, lund abhi bhi khada. Priya ne usko dekha aur shock ho gayi, “Rohan! Tum… tum yahan the? Yeh sab… tumne plan kiya tha?” Uske aankhon mein pehle gussa tha, par phir sharma kar muskurahat aa gayi.

Rohan ne usko gale lagaya, “Haan jaan. Main chahta tha ki tu poori tarah se khul jaye. Maine hi un dono ko bulaaya tha. Tujhe dekh kar mujhe bahut jealousy hui par itna maza kabhi nahi aaya.” Priya ne uske lund pakad liya aur boli, “Pagal… par sach mein… yeh sab ne hum dono ko aur kareeb kar diya. Ab tu mujhe chod… apni biwi ko.”

Rohan ne usko bed par dhakel diya. Ab unka apna passionate sex shuru hua. Woh uski chut mein apna lund daala aur zor zor se chodne laga. Priya ab bilkul wild thi, “Haan Rohan… aur zor se… aaj main bahut garam hoon un dono ke lund ke baad bhi!” Dono ek saath jhade, pyar se ek dusre ko kiss karte hue.

Raat bhar woh dono chipke rahe. Priya ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Agli baar bhi koi naya plan bana lena… par mujhe bata dena thoda sa hint.” Rohan hansa, “Zaroor jaan. Yeh sirf shuruaat hai.”

Arjun aur Neha ki shaadi ko teen saal ho chuke the. Dono Mumbai ke Andheri ke chhote flat mein rehte the. Subah chai ki khushboo se din shuru hota, office ka rush aur shaam ko thak kar ghar aane wali zindagi. Arjun 28 saal ka accountant tha, hamesha Neha ko rani ki tarah treat karta. Neha 25 ki thi, beauty parlour mein kaam karti thi. Uska gol sharir, ubhari hui gaand aur tight boobs dekh kar har roz log palat ke dekhte the.

Subah ka time tha. Neha kitchen mein pink nighty pehne chai bana rahi thi. Arjun peeche se aaya, usko gale lagaya aur uske boobs ko dheere se sehlane laga. Neha ne sharma kar kaha, “Arjun… der ho rahi hai.” Par Arjun ne uski nighty upar ki aur chut pe kiss karne laga. Neha moan kar rahi thi par jaise hi Arjun andar dala, kuch hi der mein woh khatam ho gaya. Neha ne pyar se uske baal sehlaaye, “Koi baat nahi jaan.” Par andar hi andar uski chut pyaasi reh jaati thi. Arjun ko yeh baat bahut pata thi.

Arjun ne kuch din pehle secretly plan bana liya tha. Unke upar karza ka pressure tha. Usne loan recovery agents ko call kiya aur unko bola tha ki ghar aao, baat kar lenge. Par usne Neha ko kuch nahi bataya. Woh chahta tha ki Neha ko surprise ho aur woh khud chhup kar dekh sake. Shaam ko dono bed pe lethe the. Arjun ne Neha ko apne seene pe sar rakh kar dheere se kaha, “Neha… kabhi socha hai kisi strong mard ke saath? Jo tujhe gehre se chhue.” Neha sharma gayi, “Arjun… yeh kya bol rahe ho? Main tumhari biwi hoon.” Arjun ne muskurate hue usko kiss kiya aur baat badal di. Neha ko kuch shak nahi hua.

Raat ke around 8 baje door bell baji. Neha darwaza kholne gayi. Usne deep neck black kurti aur tight leggings pehni thi. Bahar do aadmi khade the – Raj aur Sameer, dono 28-29 ke, strong body wale loan recovery agents. Raj lamba aur gym wala, Sameer solid built. Dono ne Neha ko dekha toh unki nazar uske cleavage pe atak gayi.

“Arjun bhaiya hain kya madam? Karza ki baat karni hai,” Raj ne kaha. Neha andar bulaayi. Arjun hall mein aaya aur baat shuru ki. Thodi der baat karne ke baad Arjun ne kaha, “Main bedroom se kuch papers le aata hoon,” aur andar chala gaya. Woh seedha wardrobe mein chhup gaya, darwaza thoda sa khula chhod kar. Neha hall mein akeli reh gayi dono ke saath. Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha.

Raj aur Sameer couch pe baith gaye. Neha unke saamne baith gayi. Uski kurti ka neck bahut deep tha. Jab woh thodi jhuki toh uske milky boobs ka gehra cleavage dikhai de raha tha. Raj ne dheere se kaha, “Madam, aap bahut sundar ho. Arjun bhaiya lucky hain.” Neha sharma gayi, “Aap log karze ki baat kar rahe the na…” Sameer ne uske haath pe haath rakh diya, “Madam, thoda relax karo. Hum baat suljha lenge.”

Dheere dheere baat personal ho gayi. Raj ne uske kandhe pe haath rakh diya. Neha ka sharir tense ho gaya. “Aap log yeh kya kar rahe hain… mera husband andar hai,” usne halki awaaz mein kaha par haath hataya nahi. Sameer ne uske gaal pe halka kiss kar diya. Neha ki saans tez ho gayi, “Yeh galat hai… please…” par uski awaaz mein resistance kam hota ja raha tha.

Raj ne usko apne paas kheencha aur lips pe kiss kiya. Pehla kiss soft tha par dheere dheere gehra hota gaya. Neha ne thoda resist kiya par kiss mein uski jeebh milne lagi. “Ummm… slow karo na,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Sameer peeche se aaya aur uski neck pe kiss karne laga. Neha ka pura sharir kaanp raha tha.

Raj ne kurti ke buttons kholne shuru kiye. Ek ek button khulte gaye. Kurti utar kar giri. Neha ka black bra bahar aa gaya. Raj ne bra khola aur dono milky boobs bahar aa gaye. Usne ek boob muh mein le liya aur zor zor se choosne laga. Sameer dusre boob ko masal raha tha aur nipple ko chus raha tha. Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi, “Aaaahhh… bahut achha lag raha hai… par yeh theek nahi hai…”

Arjun wardrobe mein chhup kar sab dekh raha tha. Uska lund poora khada ho chuka tha. Usne pant ke andar haath daal kar dheere dheere apna lund hilaana shuru kar diya. Dil mein jalan thi par maza bhi bahut aa raha tha.

Dono ne Neha ko couch pe litaya. Raj ne uski leggings dheere dheere neeche utari. Pink panty bilkul geeli ho chuki thi. Sameer ne panty side kiya aur garam jeebh se chut pe lambi chaat maari. Neha ka sharir jhatka laga, “Ohhh… Sameer… yahan mat… aaaahhh…” par usne taange thodi faila di. Raj boobs chusne jaari rakhe. Sameer jeebh se chut chaatne laga – clit pe zor se focus, kabhi jeebh andar daal kar. Neha ke haath couch pakad rahe the. “Haaan… aur zor se… bahut maza aa raha hai…”

Foreplay bahut der tak chala. Dono uske pure sharir ko chum rahe the – neck, boobs, pet, thighs. Neha ka sharir paseene se bhig chuka tha. Woh ab poori tarah se garam ho chuki thi.

Pehla round shuru hua. Raj ne apna mota lund bahar nikala aur Neha ki chut mein dheere se daala. Neha ki aankhein band ho gayi, “Aaaahhh… bahut gehra… dheere se…” Raj missionary mein chodne laga. Sameer uske muh mein lund de raha tha. Neha dono ko maza de rahi thi. Har dhakke pe uski boobs hil rahe the. “Haaan… aur zor se chod na…”

Arjun apna lund tez tez hila raha tha.

Position badli. Sameer ne Neha ko doggy style mein kiya aur peeche se zor zor se chodne laga. Raj neeche se boobs chus raha tha. Neha zor zor se moan kar rahi thi, “Aur gehra… bahut achha lag raha hai… main aa rahi hoon…” Uska pehla orgasm aa gaya, sharir kaanp raha tha.

Teesra round mein Neha beech mein thi. Raj neeche let gaya, Neha uske upar baith gayi aur upar neeche hone lagi. Sameer peeche se uski gaand ko sehla raha tha. Neha ab poori lust mein thi. “Haaan… dono aur zor se… maza aa raha hai bahut…” Uska dusra orgasm aa gaya. Dono strangers bhi andar hi jhad gaye.

Kuch der baad Raj aur Sameer ne kapde pehne aur karze ki baat finalize karke chale gaye. Jaise hi darwaza band hua, Arjun wardrobe se bahar nikla. Neha couch pe leti thi, sharir chamak raha tha, chut se thoda cum leak ho raha tha. Arjun ne usko gale lagaya.

Neha ne usko dekha aur sharma kar boli, “Arjun… yeh sab kya tha? Main toh shock ho gayi thi.” Arjun ne pyar se kaha, “Jaan… maine hi sab plan kiya tha. Karza wale aane wale the toh maine socha yeh mauka hai. Main chhup kar dekhna chahta tha. Sorry jaan, bina bataye.”

Neha pehle gussa hui par phir muskurayi, “Tum pagal ho… par sach bataun toh bahut maza aaya.” Arjun ka lund abhi bhi khada tha. Usne Neha ko passionately kiss kiya, uske boobs chuse, chut chaati. Phir usne apna lund andar dala. Dono bahut pyar se chude. Neha moan kar rahi thi, “Haaan jaan… aur zor se… tumhari hi hoon main.” Dono saath mein jhad gaye.

Baad mein dono bed pe cuddle karte hue let gaye. Neha Arjun ke seene pe sar rakh kar boli, “Jaan, aaj jo hua usse hum dono aur close ho gaye hain na? Par agli baar mujhe bata kar karna.” Arjun ne uske baal sehlaaye, “Haan meri jaan. Yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Agli baar aur koi naya surprise dekhenge.” Dono hasse aur ek dusre ko tight hug kiya. Unka rishta aur mazboot ho gaya tha.

Arjun aur Neha ki shaadi ko teen saal ho chuke the. Dono Delhi ke chhote se flat mein rehte the, jahaan subah ki chai ki khushboo se din shuru hota aur raat ko unki chhoti si bedroom mein pyaar ki meethi baatein. Arjun 28 saal ka software engineer tha – slim, caring, hamesha Neha ko rani ki tarah treat karta. Neha 25 ki thi, ek chhoti si school teacher, uske gol-matol boobs aur tight chut wali figure ko dekh kar har koi palat ke dekhta. Par ghar ke andar sirf Arjun hi usko dekh paata.

Subah ka scene aisa tha. Neha kitchen mein pink nighty pehne chai bana rahi thi, uski gaand thodi si ubhari hui. Arjun peeche se aaya, usko gale lagaya aur uske boobs ko dheere se dabaya. “Jaan, aaj office mat jaana na… thoda time de mujhe,” Neha ne sharmate hue kaha, par Arjun ka lund already khada ho chuka tha. Bedroom mein le jaake usne Neha ki nighty upar ki, uski chut pe kiss kiya. Neha moan kar rahi thi, “Arjun… ahhh… aur zor se.” Par jaise hi Arjun ne apna lund andar dala, bas do minute mein hi jhad gaya. Neha ne pyar se uske baal sehlaaye, “Theek hai jaan, koi baat nahi. Tumhara pyaar hi kaafi hai.” Par andar se uski chut abhi bhi pyaasi thi. Yeh baat Arjun ko pata thi.

Shaam ko dono bed pe lethe the. Arjun ne Neha ko apne seene pe sar rakh ke baat shuru ki. “Neha, sach bata… kabhi socha hai kisi aur mard ke saath? Kisi strong, bade lund wale ke saath?” Neha ki aankhein phail gayi. “Arjun! Yeh kya bol rahe ho? Main tumhari biwi hoon. Aisa sochna bhi galat hai.” Par uski awaaz mein ek chhoti si hesitation thi, jaise andar se kuchh jag gaya ho. Arjun ne usko kiss kiya, “Jaan, yeh sirf fantasy hai. Main tujhe itna pyar karta hoon ki dekhna chahta hoon tu kitni khush ho sakti hai. Koi stranger… tujhe chodta hua… aur main chupke dekhta hua. Jealousy bhi aayegi, par maza bhi bahut.” Neha ne uske chest pe thapki maari, “Pagal ho tum. Par… agar tum itna insist kar rahe ho to soch sakti hoon. Bas promise karo, hum dono ka pyaar kabhi nahi tootega.”

Uske baad din beet te gaye. Arjun ne dheere dheere Neha ko sexier kapde pehenne ko kaha – deep neck tops, tight jeans jo uski gaand highlight karein. Ek din shopping se laute to Neha ne black saree try ki, pallu thoda sa slide karke boobs dikh rahe the. “Arre waah jaan, aaj koi bhi tujhe dekh ke pagal ho jaayega,” Arjun ne kaha aur usko wall se laga ke kiss kiya. Neha sharma gayi, “Arjun, yeh sab kyun? Main already tumhari hoon na.” Par uski chut geeli ho gayi thi. Raat ko Arjun ne porn play kiya jisme biwi stranger se chud rahi thi. Neha ne pehle muh mod liya, phir dheere se dekhne lagi. “Lagta hai… maza aata hoga,” usne whisper kiya. Arjun ka lund phir se khada. “Toh weekend ko hotel book karte hain Gurgaon ke paas. Wahan try karte hain… agar tu ready ho.”

Neha ne thoda sa resist kiya, “Arjun, risky hai na? Koi jaan gaya toh?” Par Arjun ne usko gale lagaya, “Main hamesha tere saath hoon jaan. Tu bas thoda sa khul ja. Main tujhe dekh ke hi khush ho jaunga.” Neha ne finally haan kar di, uski aankhon mein sharm aur excitement ka mix tha.

Weekend aaya. Dono ek achhe hotel mein check-in kiye – room spacious tha, bada sa double bed, ek corner mein wooden wardrobe aur bathroom attached. Evening mein lounge mein baith kar drinks pi rahe the. Tabhi ek handsome ladka aaya – Rohan, 27 saal ka, tall, broad shoulders, gym body, businessman lagta tha. Woh unke paas table pe baith gaya aur baat shuru ho gayi. Arjun ne Neha ko nudge kiya, “Jaan, usse smile kar… baat kar.” Neha ne sharmate hue baat ki, “Hi… aap yahan akela?” Rohan ne uske boobs ki taraf dekha aur muskuraya, “Haan, business trip. Par aap dono couple lagte ho. Bahut cute ho tum dono.”

Drinks ke baad Arjun ne plan kiya. “Rohan bhai, room mein chalte hain? Aur ek drink le lete hain, privacy mein.” Neha ki aankhein badi ho gayi. Woh Arjun ko dekh ke boli, “Arjun… yeh kya kar rahe ho?” Arjun ne uske kaan mein whisper kiya, “Jaan, abhi chance hai. Main wardrobe mein chup jaunga. Tu ise seduce kar. Main dekhunga… aur tera maza dekh ke apna lund hilaunga. Please jaan, meri khushi ke liye.” Neha ka chehra laal ho gaya. “Arjun, please… main dar rahi hoon. Yeh galat nahi hai kya? Par… tum itna pyar se bol rahe ho to… thik hai. Bas promise karo aaj raat ke baad hum dono aur close ho jaayenge.”

Room mein aate hi Arjun ne Rohan ko baithne ko kaha aur khud wardrobe ki taraf gaya. “Main thoda sa change kar loon,” usne kaha aur andar chup gaya, darwaza thoda sa khula chhod ke. Neha aur Rohan couch pe baith gaye. Neha ka dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. “Rohan… actually mera husband thoda wild fantasy rakhta hai,” usne dheere se kaha, uski awaaz mein sharm thi. Rohan ne uske haath pakde, “Kya fantasy?” Neha ne aankhein neeche karke bola, “Ki… main kisi aur ke saath… aur woh dekhna chahta hai.” Rohan muskuraya, usne Neha ke gaal pe kiss kiya. Neha ka body tremble kar gaya. “Par main sharmati hoon… pehli baar hai aisa,” usne kaha, par usne Rohan ke chest pe haath rakha.

Rohan ne Neha ko apne paas kheencha. Pehle kiss dheere se – lips touch, phir tongue andar. Neha ki saans tez ho gayi. “Mmm… Rohan… slow,” usne moan kiya. Rohan ne uski top upar ki, uske white lace bra mein se boobs bahar nikale. Unko muh mein liya, chusne laga. Neha ki aankhein band ho gayi, “Ahhh… bahut accha lag raha hai.” Arjun wardrobe mein chupke apna lund bahar nikaal chuka tha, dheere dheere hila raha tha. Jealousy se uska dil jalta tha par lund aur khada ho raha tha.

Foreplay aur garam ho gaya. Rohan ne Neha ki jeans kholi, uski panty geeli thi. Uski chut pe ungli ghumayi. Neha ka body arch ho gaya, “Rohan… finger mat karo aise… main control nahi kar paungi.” Rohan ne usko bed pe litaya, uski chut ko chaatne laga – slow licks, phir zor se. Neha zor zor se moan kar rahi thi, “Ahhh… haan… aur andar… tumhari jeebh bahut garam hai.” Arjun apna lund tez tez hila raha tha, sweat uske forehead pe aa gaya tha.

Pehla round shuru hua. Rohan ne apna bada mota lund bahar nikala – almost 8 inch, thick. Neha ki aankhein phail gayi, “Rohan… yeh toh bahut bada hai… Arjun ka chhota hai na isliye…” Woh sharma gayi par chut aur geeli ho gayi. Rohan ne condom pehna aur dheere se andar dala. Neha ka muh khul gaya, “Ohhh fuck… pura andar aa gaya… chod do mujhe Rohan.” Woh missionary mein chod raha tha – slow deep thrusts, phir tez. Har dhakke pe Neha ki boobs hil rahe the. “Haan… aur zor se… meri chut ko faad do aaj,” Neha chillayi. Arjun wardrobe mein apna lund zor zor se hila raha tha, “Dekh rahi hai meri randi biwi… kitni khush hai,” usne apne man mein kaha aur jhad gaya pehli baar.

Rohan ne position change ki – Neha ko doggy style mein. Usne uski gaand pakdi aur peeche se zor zor se chodne laga. Neha ki cheek pe pillow daba hua tha, par awaaz nikal rahi thi, “Ahhh… Rohan… bahut gehraai tak ja raha hai… main phir se aa rahi hoon!” Usne do baar orgasm kiya, body tremble kar rahi thi, eyes roll back. Sweat se dono bhig gaye the. Smell kamre mein sex ki thi – Neha ka perfume mix ho raha tha Rohan ke sweat se. Arjun phir se hard ho gaya, apna lund stroke kar raha tha.

Teesra round aur wild tha. Neha upar aa gayi – cowgirl position. Woh Rohan ke lund pe baith gayi aur upar neeche jump karne lagi. Uske boobs bounce kar rahe the. “Rohan… tumhara lund meri chut ko perfect fit hai… Arjun ko bataungi kitna maza aaya,” usne husky voice mein kaha. Rohan ne neeche se dhakke diye, haath se uske boobs dabate hue. Neha ki taange tremble kar rahi thi, “Haan… haan… phir se aa rahi hoon… chodte raho!” Woh teesri baar jhad gayi, zor se chillayi. Rohan bhi jhadne wala tha, usne Neha ko neeche litaya aur last strokes diye. Dono saath mein aa gaye.

Rohan ne thoda sa rest kiya, Neha ko kiss kiya, “Tum bahut hot ho Neha. Kabhi bhi call karna.” Phir woh kapde pehen ke chala gaya. Darwaza band hote hi Arjun wardrobe se bahar nikla – uska lund abhi bhi khada, pant pe cum ke stains. Neha bed pe leti thi, body glow kar rahi thi, chut se thoda sa cum leak ho raha tha. Usne Arjun ko dekha aur muskurayi, “Jaan… aao na. Dekha sab?”

Arjun bed pe chadh gaya, Neha ko gale lagaya. “Jaan, kitni sexy thi tu… mujhe bahut jealousy hui par maza bhi aaya. Ab meri baari.” Neha ne usko kiss kiya, “Arjun, tumhara lund chhota hai par tumhara pyaar sabse bada hai. Aaj pehli baar itna satisfied feel hui… par sirf tumhare saath hi poora.” Arjun ne uski chut mein apna lund dala – abhi bhi slippery thi Rohan ke cum se. Dono passionate sex kiya – slow aur deep, Neha ke moans ab Arjun ke liye the. “Haan jaan… chod do apni biwi ko… tumhari hi hoon main hamesha.” Arjun ne uske boobs chuse, uski chut ko apne lund se bhara. Dono saath mein jhade, bahut zor se.

Baad mein dono cuddle kiye. Neha Arjun ke seene pe sir rakh ke boli, “Jaan, aaj jo hua woh sirf tumhare pyar ki wajah se hua. Mujhe sharm bhi aayi thi shuru mein, par tumhare encourage karne se hi main khul saki. Ab hum dono aur close ho gaye na?” Arjun ne uske baal sehlaaye, “Haan meri jaan. Yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Agli baar aur risky setting try karenge… par hamesha tera pyaar pehle.” Neha ne usko tight hug kiya, “I love you Arjun. Aur haan… next time bhi dekhna chahte ho to bata dena.” Dono hasse aur so gaye, unka bandh aur mazboot ho gaya tha.

Rohan aur Priya ki shaadi ko teen saal ho chuke the. Bangalore ke ek posh apartment mein unka ghar tha – modern, minimalist, jahaan har cheez perfect thi, lekin unki raaton ki baat alag thi. Rohan, 28 saal ka software engineer, har din office se thak kar aata, laptop kholta aur bas thoda sa routine sex kar ke so jaata. Priya, 25 saal ki marketing girl, slim aur curvy, uski body gym aur yoga se ekdam tight thi. Uski skin ekdam fair, lambi kaali curly hair, aur woh modern western dresses mein bilkul fire lagti thi. Par andar se woh thodi traditional thi – sharmili, pyari, aur apne pati se bahut pyaar karti thi.

Har shaam unki baatien hoti thi. Rohan ne notice kiya tha ki Priya kabhi kabhi bed pe let kar apne phone pe stories padhti thi – woh secret hot stories jo wives aur strangers ke baare mein hoti thi. Ek din woh uske paas baith gaya aur dheere se uske kaan mein bola, “Baby, sach sach bata… agar koi handsome stranger tujhe touch kare toh tera mann kya karega?”

Priya ka chehra ekdam laal ho gaya. Usne pillow se muh chhupa liya aur sharmaate hue boli, “Rohan! Kya bakwas kar raha hai? Main teri biwi hoon… aisi baatein mat kar.” Par uski awaaz mein ek chhoti si excitement thi jo Rohan ne pakad li.

Rohan hasa aur usko apne seene se chipka liya. “Arre meri jaan, main mazak nahi kar raha. Mujhe pata hai tujhe routine life se thoda bore ho raha hai. Main tujhe dekhna chahta hoon… khul kar enjoy karte hue. Tera woh sharmila smile jab koi aur tujhe dekh raha ho… woh glow jo sirf mujhe dikhta hai.”

Priya ne uske chest pe thapki maari. “Tu pagal hai. Main aisi ladki nahi hoon. Aur waise bhi… agar main sach mein kisi aur ke saath… toh tu jealous nahi hoga?” Usne aankhein chhoti kar ke poocha, par uske lips pe ek naughty smile thi.

Rohan ne uske lips pe ek deep kiss kiya. “Jealous toh hoga… bahut zyada. Par woh jealousy hi mujhe itna hard kar degi ki main apna lund pakad ke dekhunga tujhe… aur enjoy karunga har pal. Tu meri hai, Priya. Hamesha. Bas ek baar try kar… sirf fantasy mein pehle.”

Uske baad se har raat yeh baat chalne lagi. Rohan dheere dheere usko encourage karne laga. Office ke baad woh usko sexy dresses suggest karta – short skirts, deep neck tops, crop tops jo uski flat tummy dikhaye. Priya sharmati, “Yeh sab bahar pehen ke jaungi toh log kya sochenge?” Par Rohan ke pyar bhare words se woh maan jaati. “Sirf tere liye, baby,” woh kehti aur mirror ke saamne pose karti.

Ek hafte baad, Rohan ne plan banaya. Unka apartment ke paas ek premium rooftop bar tha – ‘Sky Lounge’. Wahan young crowd aata tha, drinks, music, dancing. Rohan ne Priya ko bola, “Aaj raat hum wahan jaayenge. Tu apni black short dress pehen lena – woh jo teri thighs ko itna beautifully dikhati hai. Aur andar sirf lace panties.”

Priya ka dil zor se dhak dhak kar raha tha. “Rohan… yeh kya planning hai? Main nervous ho rahi hoon.” Par usne dress pehen li. Jab woh ready hui – black tight short dress, low neckline mein uske perfect boobs ka deep cleavage, high heels, makeup light par seductive – Rohan ka lund already half hard ho gaya.

“Baby… tu aaj raat kisi ko bhi pagal kar degi,” Rohan ne usko kiss kiya aur uske kaan mein whisper kiya, “Agar koi handsome ladka tujhe approach kare… tu thoda flirt karna. Bas smile dena, touch allow karna. Main wahan rahunga… par hidden. Tu mujhe WhatsApp pe update karti rehna. Aur main sab dekhunga.”

Priya ne uske gale lag kar kaha, “Tu sach mein yeh chahta hai? Main abhi bhi sharma rahi hoon… par tera yeh pyaar… mujhe excite bhi kar raha hai.” Usne ek deep breath li aur boli, “Theek hai… sirf tere liye. Par agar main rukna chahun toh tu rok dena, okay?”

Rohan ne usko hug kiya. “Promise, meri jaan. Sab tere comfort se.”

Sky Lounge mein pahunchte hi vibe electric thi. Lights dim, music thumping, log dance floor pe. Rohan ne Priya ko ek corner table pe baitha diya aur khud upar ke balcony pe chala gaya – jahaan se pura area clear dikhta tha, par woh hidden tha. Usne apna phone set kiya aur wait karne laga.

Priya akeli baithi thi. Usne ek cocktail order kiya. Tabhi do young lads aaye – dono 26-27 ke around, tall, gym built, ek ka naam Arjun, dusra Vivaan. Dono software engineers hi the, friendly smile ke saath. Arjun ne pehle approach kiya, “Hi… aap akeli ho? Join kar sakte hain?”

Priya ka dil zor se dhak dhak kiya. Usne Rohan ko quick WhatsApp kiya: “Baby… do lads aaye hain. Bohot handsome. Kya karun?” Rohan ne turant reply kiya: “Flirt kar, baby. Smile de. Unko bata ki tu married hai par husband ko pata hai. Enjoy kar. Main yahin hoon… aur already hard ho gaya hoon dekh kar.”

Priya ne sharmaate hue smile kiya aur boli, “Haan… baitho na. Par main married hoon… mera husband yahin hai… bas alag jagah.” Arjun aur Vivaan dono surprised hue par excited bhi. “Wow… open minded couple? Respect,” Vivaan bola.

Baatein badhne lagi. Drinks aaye. Priya dheere dheere comfortable hoti gayi. Arjun uske paas baitha tha, uski thighs ko accidentally touch kar raha tha. Priya ka badan sihar raha tha. Woh Rohan ko update karti rahi: “Baby… Arjun mera thigh touch kar raha hai. Main shiver kar rahi hoon… par achha lag raha hai.”

Rohan balcony se sab dekh raha tha. Usne apni jeans ka button khol diya aur apna lund bahar nikaal liya. Woh dheere dheere stroke karne laga, jealousy ka teekha mazaa lete hue.

Thodi der baad music tez hua. Arjun ne Priya ko dance floor pe le gaya. Vivaan bhi join kar gaya. Teen log dance kar rahe the. Arjun ne Priya ki kamar pakad li, usko apne se chipka liya. Priya ka dil dhadak raha tha. “Rohan… yeh mujhe bahut close se pakad raha hai,” usne message kiya. Rohan ne reply kiya: “Let him, baby. Feel kar. Teri dress upar chadh rahi hai… teri thighs dikharahi hain. Main yahin stroke kar raha hoon.”

Dance ke dauran Arjun ka haath Priya ki lower back pe tha, dheere dheere neeche slide kar raha tha. Vivaan uske saamne tha, uske boobs ko dekh raha tha. Priya sharmati par ruk nahi rahi thi. Woh keh rahi thi andar hi andar, “Yeh galat hai… par itna exciting.”

Raat 11 baje tak teeno bahut close ho chuke the. Arjun ne kaha, “Humara flat yahin paas hi hai… aao na, thoda private baat karte hain.” Priya ne Rohan ko message kiya. Rohan ne turant bola: “Jaao baby. Main follow karunga. Apne ghar ke paas hi ek guest room book kar liya hai… par pehle unke flat mein jaao. Main balcony se dekhunga entry. Phir hidden camera setup kar dunga jo main watch kar sakun.”

Priya ka muh sukha ja raha tha excitement se. Usne sharmate hue kaha, “Theek hai… par sirf baat karne ke liye.”

Unke flat mein pahunchte hi vibe change ho gayi. Modern 2BHK, dim lights. Arjun ne music on kiya. Vivaan drinks banane laga. Priya sofa pe baithi thi, uski short dress thighs tak chadh chuki thi. Arjun uske paas baith gaya aur dheere se uske haath pe haath rakh diya.

“Priya… tu bahut beautiful hai,” Arjun ne kaha aur uske lips ke paas aaya.

Priya ne peeche hatne ki koshish ki, par uski saans tez ho rahi thi. “Arjun… main… main sharma rahi hoon. Mera husband… woh yahin hai… dekh raha hai shayad.”

Arjun ne muskurate hue kaha, “Toh hum usko aur excite kar dete hain.” Usne Priya ke lips pe ek soft kiss kiya.

Priya ka badan ekdam se tense ho gaya. Par kiss ke baad woh dheere dheere melt hone lagi. “Baby… pehla kiss ho gaya,” usne Rohan ko message kiya. Rohan ne flat ke bahar se hi hidden spot se watch kiya aur apna lund zor zor se stroke karne laga. “Continue baby… main yahin hoon.”

Ab Vivaan bhi aa gaya. Dono ne Priya ko beech mein le liya. Arjun ne uske neck pe kisses dena shuru kiya, Vivaan ne uske thighs pe haath ferne shuru kiya. Priya ki saans phool rahi thi. “Mujhe… thoda time do… yeh sab itna sudden hai,” woh sharmate hue boli, par uski awaaz mein lust tha.

Arjun ne uske dress ke zip pe haath rakha. “May I?” Priya ne aankhein band kar li aur dheere se nod kiya. “Sirf tere liye, Rohan,” woh whisper kiya.

Dress dheere dheere neeche giri. Priya ab sirf black lace bra aur matching panties mein thi. Uski boobs bahut sundar the – round, firm, nipples already hard. Arjun ne bra ka hook khola. Boobs bahar aa gaye. Vivaan ne ek nipple ko muh mein le liya aur chusne laga.

Priya ne zor se moan kiya, “Aahhh… yeh… bahut achha lag raha hai.” Usne apna haath Arjun ke bulge pe rakha.

Arjun ne Priya ko sofa pe litaya. Usne uske neck se shuru kiya – chumma, lick, gentle bite. Priya ka badan sihar raha tha. Vivaan neeche uski thighs pe kisses de raha tha, dheere dheere upar ki taraf badh raha tha. Priya ki panties already wet ho chuki thi. Arjun ne uske boobs ko dono haathon se massage karte hue nipples ko pinch kiya. “Teri boobs kitni perfect hain, Priya,” woh bola.

Priya ki aankhein band the, par woh bol rahi thi, “Rohan… dekh raha hai na tu? Yeh dono mujhe itna pyar se touch kar rahe hain… meri chut geeli ho rahi hai.”

Rohan hidden camera ke through sab dekh raha tha. Usne apna lund bahut tez stroke kiya, par edge kar liya – abhi nahi cum karna tha.

Vivaan ne Priya ki panties dheere se neeche ki. Uski smooth shaved chut bahar aa gayi – pink, glistening. Usne pehla lick diya clit pe. Priya ka pura badan jerk kiya. “Aaaahhh… Vivaan… yeh… bahut sensitive hai wahan.” Arjun ne uske lips ko kiss karte hue uski tongue andar daali.

Foreplay 45 minute tak chala. Har touch, har lick detail mein – Arjun uske boobs ko chus raha tha jaise unko khana chahta ho, Vivaan uski chut ko tongue se fuck kar raha tha, fingers andar bahar. Priya ka pehla orgasm aa gaya – woh zor se chillayi, “Ohhh fuck… main aa rahi hoon… aahhhh!” Uski chut se juices nikal aaye, Vivaan ne sab chaat liya.

Arjun ne apna lund bahar nikala – 8 inch, thick. Priya ne usko dekha aur boli, “Itna bada… dheere se please.” Arjun ne uski chut pe rub kiya aur dheere se andar dhakel diya. Priya ki aankhein khul gayi, “Aaaahhh… pura bhar gaya meri chut mein.” Arjun ne slow thrusts shuru kiye. Priya ke legs uske kamar pe lapet gaye. Vivaan uske side mein tha, uske boobs chus raha tha.

Rohan dekh raha tha – uski biwi kisi aur ke lund se chud rahi thi. Usne apna lund pakad ke sync mein stroke kiya. Har thrust ke saath woh bhi hilata.

Priya ki awaaz tez hoti gayi, “Arjun… zor se chod na… haan… aise hi… meri chut ko faad de aaj.” Woh shameless ho chuki thi. Arjun ka rhythm tez hua. Priya ka dusra orgasm aaya – uski chut contract kar rahi thi, woh chillayi, “Cumming… again… aahhhh!” Arjun ne bhi andar hi release kar diya.

Tender moment – teeno cuddle kiye. Priya ne Arjun ko kiss kiya aur bola, “Thank you… itna pyara feel tha.”

Ab Vivaan ka turn. Usne Priya ko ghutno pe kiya. Uski ass bahut sundar thi. Vivaan ne peeche se andar daala. Priya ne muh khol kar moan kiya, “Vivaan… deep jaa… haan… meri ass pakad ke zor zor se chod.” Vivaan ne uski kamar pakad ke tez tez thokna shuru kiya. Har thrust pe Priya ke boobs hil rahe the. Arjun ne aage aa kar apna lund Priya ke muh mein diya. Double pleasure.

Rohan apne spot pe tha – usne apna lund bahut zor se hilaya, par phir edge kiya. Woh dekh raha tha ki uski Priya kitni wild ho rahi thi – uski aankhein roll ho rahi thi, naakhon se awaaz nikal rahi thi, “Haan… dono mujhe chod rahe ho… main tumhari randi ban gayi hoon aaj… par sirf pyaar se.”

Priya ka teesra orgasm is round mein aaya – woh puri tarah se tremble kar rahi thi, uski chut se juices drip kar rahe the.

Priya ab full control mein thi. Usne Arjun ko litaya aur uspe baith gayi. Uski chut uske lund pe baith gayi. Woh upar neeche jump karne lagi, uske boobs bounce kar rahe the. “Dekh Rohan… main inke lund pe ghode ki tarah chud rahi hoon,” woh moan karti hui boli. Vivaan ne peeche se uski ass pe thapad maare aur uski neck kiss ki.

Phir position change – reverse cowgirl mein Vivaan pe. Priya ki back arched thi, uske haath peeche Vivaan ke chest pe. Arjun ne aage aa kar uske clit ko rub kiya.

Har round mein Priya ke multiple orgasms – woh chillati, “Main phir se aa rahi hoon… fuck me harder… chod do meri chut ko aaj raat bhar!”

Chautha round – Sandwich position. Dono ek saath. Arjun neeche, Priya uspe, Vivaan peeche se uski chut mein (double penetration nahi, alternate, par close). Intense thrusting, sweat se bhara badan, room mein sex ki khushboo.

Rohan ne teen baar edge kiya aur finally jab Priya ka last orgasm aaya – woh zor se chillayi aur pura badan shake hua – Rohan ne bhi zor zor se stroke kiya aur bahut zor se cum kiya, apne haath mein.

Raat ke end mein tender afterglow. Priya dono ke beech leti thi, unko kiss kar rahi thi. “Tum dono ne mujhe itna pyar diya… thank you.” Arjun aur Vivaan ne usko pyar se hug kiya, “Tu amazing thi, Priya. Husband lucky hai.”

Priya ne ghar aane ke baad Rohan ko call kiya. Woh turant ghar pahunch gaya. Priya abhi bhi glow kar rahi thi, uski body marks se bhari hui thi par pyaar se.

Rohan ne usko uthaya aur bed pe le gaya. “Baby… maine sab dekha. Tu kitni beautiful thi… kitni wild.” Usne Priya ko passionately kiss kiya aur apna lund uski chut mein daal diya – abhi bhi wet aur creampied thi.

Unka sex bahut intense tha. Rohan ne har round ko yaad karte hue usko chodda – missionary, doggy, uske boobs ko chuste hue. Priya chillati rahi, “Rohan… tera lund ab bhi sabse pyara hai… par aaj ki raat… main hamesha yaad rakhungi.”

Jab dono cum kiye, woh ek dusre se lipte so gaye.

Priya ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Baby… agle weekend phir try karein? Par is baar teen strangers?”

Rohan hasa aur usko tighter hug kiya. “Haan meri jaan… humara yeh pyaar ab aur gehra ho gaya hai.”

Aur unki story abhi shuru hui thi… ek nayi wild chapter ke saath.

Subah ka 7:30 baje ka alarm baja. Rohan ne aankhein khol kar dekha – Priya uske seene pe sar rakh kar so rahi thi. Uski saans dheemi aur garam thi. Rohan ka haath uske kamar pe ghuma, nighty ke upar se uski nangi skin ko feel kiya. Priya ki umar 27 thi, lekin uska body aisa jaise 22 saal ki college girl – tight, curvy, aur har din gym se aur bhi zyada tempting. Rohan ne dheere se uske boobs pe haath rakha, unhe halke se dabaya. Priya ki aankhein khuli, woh muskurayi.

“Morning baby… aaj bhi subah-subah shuru?” usne aankh maari.

Rohan ne usko kiss kiya, gehra aur pyar bhara. “Tumhe dekh kar control nahi hota na Priya. Tumhari ye body… har din mujhe pagal kar deti hai.”

Priya ne sharmate hue uske chest pe chhoti si thappad maara. “Arre pagal, office jaane ka time ho raha hai. Aur waise bhi… last night toh sirf 10 minute mein hi khatam ho gaya tha na?” Woh hansi, lekin uski aankhon mein ek chhoti si udasi thi. Rohan ne notice kiya. Yeh baat woh pehle bhi kai baar feel kar chuka tha – unki sex life pyar bhari thi, lekin routine ho chuki thi. Rohan ko pata tha ki Priya ko zyada excitement chahiye, zyada passion, lekin woh kabhi openly nahi bolti.

Breakfast table pe, coffee ke saath, Rohan ne topic uthaya jaise roz ki baat ho. “Priya, sach batao… kabhi socha hai ki koi aur tumhe kaise touch karega? Koi strong, confident banda jo tumhe bilkul pagal kar de?”

Priya ki coffee ka cup ruk gaya. Woh laal ho gayi. “Rohan! Kya bol rahe ho? Main tumhari biwi hoon… aisi baatein kyun?”

Rohan ne uska haath pakda, pyar se. “Baby, main tumhe itna pyar karta hoon ki tumhe khush dekhna chahta hoon. Fantasy share kar raha hoon. Dekho, main jealous feel karunga, lekin woh jealousy bhi mujhe itna hard kar degi ki tumhe dekh kar main khud pagal ho jaunga. Tumhe koi handsome stranger se flirt karte dekhna… tumhari sharmili smile… tumhare boobs uske saamne tight ho jaaye… fuck, soch kar hi mera lund khada ho raha hai.”

Priya ne niche dekha – Rohan ka track pant mein bulge saaf dikhai de raha tha. Woh sharmayi, lekin uski chut mein ek halki si garmi feel hui. “Tum pagal ho gaye ho… lekin… agar main sach mein kisi ko tease karun toh tum bura nahi manoge?”

Rohan ne usko godi mein khinch liya. “Nahi baby. Main khud encourage karunga. Tum sirf apni marzi se. Shuru mein sirf baatein, phir agar mann kare toh thoda aur. Tum meri hotwife ban jaao… lekin dil se mera hi rahoge.”

Us din se shuruaat hui. Rohan ne Priya ko sexier dresses pehnane ko kaha. Priya pehle sharmaati thi, “Yeh crop top itna short hai… office party mein log kya sochenge?” lekin Rohan har baar pyar se convince karta – “Tum pe yeh killer lagega baby. Aur main toh tumhe dekh kar hi jee raha hoonga.”

Ek hafte baad, weekend pe unhone plan banaya. Bangalore ke ek premium lounge bar mein jaana tha – “Eclipse”. Priya ne finally maan liya. Usne ek deep neck black bodycon dress pehna tha, fusion style mein – shoulders bare, back almost nanga, aur front mein boobs ke beech deep cleavage. Dress uski gaand tak tight thi, har step pe uski curves hilti thi. Gold heels, bangles, aur halka makeup. Rohan ne usko mirror ke saamne khada kiya aur peeche se hug kiya.

“Fuck Priya… aaj koi bhi tumhe dekh kar control nahi kar payega. Jaao, kisi handsome stranger ko tease karo. Main corner se dekhunga aur text karunga. Tum sirf enjoy karo. Aur haan… agar woh touch kare toh bhi mat roko. Bas mujhe bata dena.”

Priya ne mirror mein uski aankhon mein dekha. Uske cheeks laal the. “Rohan… main dar rahi hoon. Yeh sahi hai? Main tumhari hoon na?”

Rohan ne uske neck pe kiss kiya. “Haan baby. Aur isliye main yeh chahta hoon. Tumhari khushi meri khushi. Jaao… apni sharm ko thoda side mein rakh do.”

Bar mein pahunchte hi vibe electric thi. Lights dim, music slow aur sensual. Rohan ne Priya ko ek high table pe bitha diya aur khud thoda door corner mein baith gaya, jahaan se pura view tha. Priya ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne ek cocktail order kiya aur phone pe Rohan ka message aaya – “Baby you look fucking edible. Smile karo aur aas-paas dekho.”

Priya ne dheere se aas-paas dekha. Tabhi uski nazar ek tall, broad-shouldered man pe padi. Uska naam Vikram tha – 34 saal, corporate guy, sharp jawline, fitted shirt mein muscles dikhte the. Woh bar counter pe tha aur Priya ki taraf dekhte hi uski aankhen ruk gayi. Priya ne sharmate hue smile ki aur nazar jhuka li.

Rohan ka message: “Woh dekh raha hai. Ab jaake uske paas baitho. Bol do ki akele aayi ho.”

Priya ka dil zor se dhak-dhak kar raha tha. Usne dheere se uth kar Vikram ke paas counter pe baith gayi. “Hi… yeh seat free hai na?”

Vikram ne muskurate hue usko upar se neeche tak dekha. “Ab free ho gaya. Aap akele?”

Priya ne sharmate hue kaha, “Haan… pati office trip pe hai aaj. Thoda bore ho rahi thi toh socha lounge try karun.” (Rohan ne pehle hi yeh line suggest ki thi.)

Vikram ne uske cleavage ki taraf dekha aur boli, “Lucky me. Aapki dress… deadly hai. Name?”

“Priya.” Usne halke se haath milaaya. Unke touch se Priya ko current laga.

Rohan se message aaya: “Good girl. Ab thoda flirt karo. Apne boobs ko table pe press karke baitho taaki woh aur dekh sake.”

Priya ne aisa hi kiya. Uske boobs table ke edge pe dab gaye, aur cleavage aur deep ho gayi. Vikram ki nazar wahan atak gayi. Baatein badhi – work, travel, hobbies. Priya hasi, usne apne baal peeche kiye, aur har baar apne body ko thoda sway kiya. Vikram ne uske haath pe haath rakha jab woh drink le rahi thi. Priya ne sharm karte hue haath nahi hataya.

“Priya… aap bahut beautiful ho. Aur itni bold dress mein… koi control nahi reh raha.”

Priya ne neeche dekha, phir upar. “Bold? Yeh toh sirf… try kar rahi thi. Pati kehte hain ki main aur sexy dress pehnu toh mujhe bhi maza aayega.”

Vikram ne eyebrow uthaya. “Pati? Toh woh jaante hain aap yahan ho?”

Priya ne muskurate hue kaha, “Haan… aur woh chahte hain ki main enjoy karun.” Usne yeh bolte hi apne phone pe Rohan ko text kiya – “He is touching my hand… I’m getting wet Rohan.”

Rohan ka reply turant: “Fuck yes baby. Ab usko invite karo ghar pe. Bol do ki main ghar pe hi hoon aur dekhna chahta hoon.”

Priya ka dil zor se dhak raha tha. Usne Vikram ki taraf dekha, aankhein sharm se jhuki hui. “Vikram… agar aapko bura na lage toh… mere ghar chaloge? Mere husband ghar pe hain… lekin woh… woh chahte hain ki main aapke saath… thoda time spend karun. Woh dekhna chahte hain.”

Vikram shocked tha lekin uski aankhon mein lust dikhai de raha tha. “Serious? Yeh toh… wild hai. Lekin haan… main ready hoon.”

Car mein ghar tak ka safar tension bhara tha. Priya backseat pe Vikram ke saath baithi thi. Rohan drive kar raha tha. Rohan ne rearview mirror mein dekha – Vikram ne Priya ki thigh pe haath rakh diya tha. Priya ne sharmate hue kaha, “Rohan… yeh sahi hai na? Main abhi bhi nervous hoon.”

Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Baby, main itna hard hoon ki drive nahi kar paa raha. Dekh raha hoon na… uska haath tumhari thigh pe. Enjoy karo. Main pyar karta hoon tumse.”

Ghar pahunchte hi, living room mein lights dim kar di. Priya sofa pe baith gayi, dono taraf se Rohan aur Vikram. Rohan ne Priya ko kiss kiya pehle, gehra, possessive. “Baby, ab tum Vikram ke saath start karo. Main yahin baith ke dekhunga… aur jab mann kare join karunga.”

Priya ne Vikram ki taraf dekha, uski aankhein sharm se bhar gayi. “Vikram… pehli baar hai yeh sab mere liye. Please dheere se shuru karo.”

Vikram ne uske lips pe kiss kiya. Priya pehle thoda hesitate ki, lekin phir usne respond karna shuru kiya. Unka kiss gehra hota gaya. Vikram ka haath Priya ke boobs pe gaya, dress ke upar se dabaya. Priya ne halki si siski li – “Mmm… Rohan dekh raha hai…”

Rohan ne apna lund bahar nikaal liya aur stroke karne laga. “Haan baby… main dekh raha hoon. Usko apne boobs dabane do.”

Vikram ne Priya ki dress ki zip kholi. Fabric dheere se neeche gira. Priya ka black lace bra dikha – boobs almost bahar aane ko the. Vikram ne bra ki hooks khole. Priya ke boobs bahar aa gaye – full, round, pink nipples hard. Vikram ne ek nipple muh mein liya aur chusa. Priya ki peeth arch hui, usne moan kiya, “Aahhh… Vikram… dheere…”

Priya ke haath Vikram ke shirt ke buttons khol rahe the. Usne uski chest chumi. Rohan ne aage badh kar Priya ki dress ko completely utaar diya. Ab woh sirf black panty mein thi. Vikram ne uski panty mein haath daala – “Fuck Priya… tum bilkul wet ho.”

Priya ne sharmate hue kaha, “Haan… tum dono ki wajah se.” Usne Rohan ki taraf dekha, “Baby… ab main control nahi kar paa rahi. I love you for this.”

Rohan ne muskurate hue kaha, “Toh surrender kar do baby. Let him fuck you.”

Vikram ne Priya ko sofa pe litaya. Usne apni pants utari – uska lund bada aur thick tha, Rohan se bhi zyada. Priya ki aankhein phail gayi. “Oh god… itna bada…”

Vikram ne condom pehna (Rohan ne pehle hi ready rakha tha) aur Priya ki chut pe apna lund ragda. Priya ne apne haath se usko guide kiya. Dheere se, inch by inch, Vikram andar ghus gaya. Priya ki aankhein band ho gayi, muh khula – “Aaaahhh… Rohan… woh andar aa gaya… itna full feel ho raha hai…”

Rohan ne aage badh kar Priya ke boobs dabaye aur usko kiss kiya jab Vikram dheere dheere chodne laga. Har thrust pe Priya ki body hil rahi thi, uske boobs bounce kar rahe the. “Harder Vikram… please…” ab sharm gayi thi, lust ne le liya.

Vikram ne speed badhai. Priya ke moans kamre mein goonj rahe the – “Chodo mujhe… aur zor se… aahhh fuck… mera chut phat raha hai tumhare lund se!” Rohan uske paas baitha tha, uske nipples chus raha tha. Priya ka pehla orgasm aaya – uski body tremble ki, chut ne Vikram ke lund ko tightly pakda, aur woh zor se chillayi, “I’m cumming… Rohan dekh raha hai na… main kisi aur ke lund se cum kar rahi hoon!”

Vikram ne position change ki – usne Priya ko doggy style mein kiya. Priya ke haath Rohan ke lund pe the, woh usko stroke kar rahi thi jab Vikram peeche se zor zor se chod raha tha. Priya ki gaand hil rahi thi, bangles jingle kar rahe the. “Yes… chod do… meri chut ko apna bana lo aaj!”

Dusra round aur intense tha. Vikram ne Priya ko bed pe le jaakar missionary mein choda. Rohan ab side mein baitha tha, Priya ke muh mein apna lund de raha tha. Priya dono taraf se bhari hui thi – muh mein pati ka lund, chut mein stranger ka. Uske eyes roll ho rahe the, body arched, loud moans – “Mmmph… chodna mat band karo… main tum dono ki hoon aaj!”

Teen ghante tak yeh chalta raha. Teen alag-alag rounds – pehle sofa pe, phir bed pe missionary aur cowgirl, last mein standing fuck mirror ke saamne jahaan Priya apne aap ko dekh rahi thi ki kaise Vikram usko chod raha hai. Har round mein Priya zyada shameless hoti gayi. Woh khud bol rahi thi, “Vikram… aur andar… poora lund daal do… Rohan baby, dekh na kitni khush hoon main!”

Vikram ne last mein Priya ke andar (condom ke saath) zor zor se thrust kiye aur cum kar diya. Priya ka fourth orgasm uske saath aaya – uski taange kaanp rahi thi, chut se juices nikal rahe the.

Vikram ne jaane se pehle Priya ko kiss kiya aur bola, “Best night ever. Call me anytime.”

Jab woh chala gaya, Rohan ne Priya ko godi mein uthaya aur bedroom le gaya. Ab sirf dono. Priya thaki hui thi lekin uski aankhon mein abhi bhi lust tha. “Rohan… thank you. Main itni satisfied feel kar rahi hoon… lekin ab tumhari baari.”

Rohan ne usko bed pe litaya. Priya ki body abhi bhi glowing thi – sweat, cum marks, red spots jahaan Vikram ne dabaya tha. Rohan ne uski chut ko chusa pehle – Vikram ke cum ke taste ke saath bhi, lekin usko aur zyada passion aa gaya. “Baby… tum ab meri hotwife ho. Aur main tumhe aur pyar karta hoon.”

Phir unhone apna intense sex kiya. Rohan ne Priya ko missionary mein choda, dheere se shuru kiya phir hard. Priya uske kaan mein whisper kar rahi thi, “Tumhara lund ab bhi sabse pyara hai… lekin aaj jo hua… main kabhi nahi bhoolungi. Agli baar aur planning karenge na?”

Rohan ne zor se thrust kiya, “Haan baby… hum dono milkar aur wild banenge.”

Unka orgasm saath mein aaya – pyar bhara, intense, aur deeper connection ke saath. Priya Rohan ke seene pe let gayi, uske baal sehelate hue. “I love you Rohan. Yeh sab tumhare pyar ki wajah se hi possible tha.”

Rohan ne usko tight hug kiya. “Aur main tumhe hamesha aise hi khush rakhunga.”

Raat ke andhere mein dono so gaye, lekin dono ke dimag mein ek naya chapter khul chuka tha – Priya ki sharmili aag ab puri tarah se jal rahi thi, aur Rohan us aag ko aur bhadkaane ke liye ready tha.

Arjun Sharma aur Priya Sharma ki zindagi Bangalore ke Whitefield ke ek modern gated society mein bahut hi smooth chal rahi thi. Arjun, 29 saal ka, ek US-based tech company ke liye remote software engineer tha – din bhar laptop pe coding, meetings, aur kabhi-kabhi late night deployments. Priya, 25 saal ki, freelance UI/UX designer thi jo ghar se hi kaam karti thi. Dono ki shaadi ko teen saal ho chuke the, pyaar abhi bhi utna hi gehra tha, lekin bedroom mein cheezein thodi si routine ho gayi thi. Arjun hamesha pyar se touch karta, foreplay karta, lekin Priya ko kabhi-kabhi lagta ki uske andar kuch zyada raw, passionate energy ki kami hai. Woh kabhi openly nahi bolti, bas ek chhoti si smile ke saath “Aaj bhi bahut accha tha jaan” bol deti, lekin andar se kuch khali mehsoos hota.

Subah ki routine bahut simple thi. Arjun coffee machine on karta, Priya apna lightweight spaghetti strap nighty mein kitchen mein ghoomti – woh nighty itni thin aur short thi ki har kadam pe uski smooth thighs dikhti, aur jab woh bend karti toh deep neckline se uski heavy boobs ka cleavage almost spill hone wala hota. Arjun ko yeh dekh kar hamesha smile aa jata. “Baby, aaj bhi itni hot lag rahi hai tu subah-subah,” woh bolta aur peeche se usko hug karta, haath uske underboob pe slide kar deta. Priya sharma kar hassti, “Arjun stop na, coffee ban rahi hai… aur waise bhi tera meeting hai 10 baje.” Lekin uski awaaz mein woh soft playful resistance hota jo Arjun ko aur excite karta.

Ek din, monsoon ke shuruati din the, ghar mein light rain ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Arjun ne ek new podcast sun liya tha – “Modern Marriages: Ethical Hotwifing in Urban India”. Usme couples apne fantasies share kar rahe the, husband lovingly wife ko encourage karte hue, wife sharmati hui lekin dheere dheere surrender karti hui. Arjun ka lund uss podcast mein hi khada ho gaya. Raat ko wine ke saath baith kar usne Priya ko yeh sab bataya, dheere dheere, pyar se. “Priya, sun na… mujhe lagta hai hum dono mein bhi yeh curiosity hai. Main tujhe dekhna chahta hoon jab koi aur tujhe itna passionately touch kare… lekin sirf agar tu bhi chahe. No pressure baby, bas fantasy share kar raha hoon.”

Priya ki cheeks laal ho gayi. Woh apne loose V-neck t-shirt mein thi jo uske 34D boobs pe tightly stretch ho raha tha, deep cleavage openly dikhta hua. Usne glass down kiya aur sharma kar boli, “Arjun… tu pagal hai kya? Main teri biwi hoon… aisa kaise soch sakta hai tu? Mujhe sharam aa rahi hai abhi se.” Lekin uski aankhon mein ek chhoti si chamak thi, woh hesitation ke saath bhi excited lag rahi thi. Arjun ne usko apne god mein kheench liya, uske lips pe kiss kiya aur dheere se bola, “Baby, main tujhe itna pyar karta hoon ki tujhe aur zyada pleasure dete dekhna hi mera fantasy hai. Tu meri hotwife ban sakti hai… shuru mein sirf teasing, sirf play. Agar tu nahi chahe toh kabhi nahi hoga. Bas soch… tera yeh beautiful body kisi stranger ke saamne thoda reveal hote hue, aur main yahin paas mein, tera haath pakde hue.”

Priya ne uske chest pe sir rakh diya, uski saans tez ho gayi thi. “Tu sach mein yeh chahta hai? Mujhe lagta hai main kabhi nahi kar paungi… lekin soch kar hi mera dil zor se dhadak raha hai.” Us raat dono ne bahut passionate sex kiya – Arjun ne Priya ko mirror ke saamne choda, usse bolte hue “Soch… agar koi aur yeh dekh raha hota toh kitna hot hota.” Priya pehli baar itni loudly moan ki thi, uski chut itni wet thi ki sheets bheeg gaye.

Agla din se Arjun ne dheere dheere encouragement shuru kiya. Pehle toh sirf dressing. Priya ko office calls ke liye ab woh suggest karta – “Baby, aaj yeh deep neck spaghetti strap kurti pehen le na… tera cleavage itna sexy dikhta hai isme.” Priya sharmati, “Arjun, yeh ghar pe hi hai lekin agar delivery aaya toh? Log kya sochenge?” Arjun hassta, “Log nahi, sirf main sochunga ki meri hotwife kitni confident hai.” Priya has kar pehen leti, aur jab woh bend karti toh uske heavy boobs almost nipples tak dikhte, thin straps shoulders se slip hone ko ready.

Phir ek din ghar mein smart home upgrade ka idea aaya. Arjun ne decide kiya ki unke new 3BHK ko fully automated karenge – lights, cameras, sensors, voice control. Ek premium app se unhone Karan Malhotra ko book kiya – 28 saal ka, tall, muscular, charming smart home expert jo khud ek chhoti startup chala raha tha. “Expert aayega 4-5 din ke liye, full installation,” Arjun ne bataya. Priya ne eyebrow uthaya, “Theek hai… lekin main kya karungi?” Arjun ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Tu sirf… thoda tease karna. Short outfits mein ghoomna, bend hona measurements ke time, fan on rakhna taaki breeze se tera top udey. Main yahin room mein baitha rahunga, tera encouragement deta rahunga. Sirf play baby, agar tu uncomfortable feel kare toh stop.”

Priya ne usko playfully thappad maara, “Tu bilkul devil hai Arjun! Main sharm se mar jaungi… lekin okay, sirf tere liye try karti hoon. Par promise, agar mujhe bahut zyada lage toh bol dungi.” Arjun ne usko kiss kiya, “I love you so much Priya. Tu meri strong, beautiful hotwife hai.”

Pehla din aaya. Karan subah 10 baje aaya – fit body, crisp shirt, friendly smile. Priya ne us din ek loose round neck t-shirt pehna tha jo uske boobs pe stretch hota tha aur neeche micro mini skirt. Arjun ne kaha tha “Fan full speed pe rakhna living room mein.” Karan ne greeting ki aur measurements shuru kiye. Priya “help” karne ke bahane paas gayi, high shelf se kuch lene ke liye reach kiya. Uski skirt upar chadh gayi, pink panties ka flash saaf dikha, aur t-shirt ka neckline itna loose tha ki sideboob aur underboob openly visible tha. Fan ki tez hawa se t-shirt ka fabric ud gaya, uske hard nipples clearly poking through.

Priya ki cheeks laal, woh dheere se boli, “Arjun… yeh bahut exposing ho raha hai na? Karan dekh raha hai.” Arjun living room ke couch pe baitha tha, laptop pe pretend work kar raha tha lekin aankhein Priya pe. Usne pyar se smile kiya aur whisper kiya, “Baby, tu bahut hot lag rahi hai. Dekh uski nazar… woh tujhe chahta hai. Continue kar, mera pyar hai yeh sab.” Priya ne sharm kar aankhein jhukayi lekin uske lips pe ek chhoti si naughty smile aa gayi. Karan ne kuch nahi bola, lekin uski nazar baar baar Priya ke boobs aur thighs pe ja rahi thi.

Doosra din aur intense. Priya ne ab sleeveless transparent top pehna tha paired with tight pajamas – hard nipples saaf dikh rahe the fabric ke through. Karan sensors install kar raha tha ceiling pe, Priya paas khadi thi “guide” karne ke liye. Jab woh bend hui toh uske heavy boobs almost top se bahar aa gaye, thin fabric clinging to sweat-glistened skin. Fan breeze ne top ko hawa di, ek nipple almost visible ho gaya. Priya ne haath se cover kiya aur sharma kar boli, “Karan bhaiya… sorry, yeh wind…” Karan ne smile kiya, “No problem ma’am, aap bahut beautiful ho.” Arjun ne paas aakar Priya ke kamar pe haath rakha aur dheere se kaha, “Dekha baby? Woh tujhe praise kar raha hai. Tu meri hotwife hai, feel kar yeh excitement.”

Priya ki saans tez ho gayi thi. Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein hesitation aur lust ka mix. “Arjun… main sach mein yeh kar rahi hoon? Mujhe lag raha hai andar se kuch jal raha hai.” Arjun ne uske lips pe light kiss kiya Karan ke saamne hi, “Haan jaan, yeh hamara khel hai. Tu control mein hai.”

Teesra din teases badh gaye. Priya ne ab off-shoulder short top aur chaniya choli style bottom pehna – deep neck mein uski heavy cleavage spill hone wali thi har movement pe. Karan wiring kar raha tha floor pe, Priya uske paas baith gayi “help” karne. Jab woh neeche jhuki toh boobs almost uske muh ke saamne the, nipples hard. Karan ka haath accidentally uske thigh pe laga. Priya ne halki si sihri li lekin nahi hati. Arjun ne paas se encourage kiya, “Priya, let him touch if he wants… tu safe hai mere saath.” Priya ne dheere se Karan ki taraf dekha aur soft voice mein boli, “Karan… agar tumhe pasand aa raha hai toh… thoda aur close ho sakte ho.” Karan ne surprise se dekha lekin phir smile kiya aur uske thigh pe haath pher diya.

Shaam ko jab Karan gaya, Arjun ne Priya ko bedroom mein le liya. Usne usko passionately choda – Priya ki chut already wet thi teasing se. “Dekha jaan, tu kitni wet thi uske touch se. Kal full surrender karenge.” Priya moan karti hui boli, “Arjun… mujhe dar lag raha hai lekin excitement bhi. Tu paas rehna please.”

Chautha din – point of no return. Priya ne thin short nighty pehni thi jo almost transparent thi, neeche kuch nahi. Karan aaya toh uski aankhein phail gayi. Measurements ke bahane living room mein sab set tha. Arjun ne kaha, “Karan, aaj demo karo full system, Priya help karegi.” Teasing se light touches badhe. Karan ne Priya ke waist pe haath rakha “sensor position” ke liye. Priya ki saans ruk gayi. Arjun ne pyar se bola, “Baby, let him explore… main yahin hoon.” Priya ne sharm kar aankhein band ki lekin usne Karan ke haath ko apne boobs pe guide kiya dheere se.

Phir sab badal gaya. Karan ne Priya ko kiss kiya, uske lips pe. Priya ne pehle resist kiya, “Karan… yeh… main married hoon,” lekin Arjun ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Let go baby, enjoy it. Main tujhe dekh raha hoon aur yeh sabse hot cheez hai mere liye.” Priya ki resistance pighal gayi. Usne Karan ko kiss kiya back, uske haath Karan ke chest pe.

Undressing slow thi. Karan ne Priya ki nighty ke straps shoulders se slide kiye, fabric skin pe slide hota hua neeche gira. Uske heavy boobs spill out hue, nipples hard. Priya ki bangles jingling kar rahe the. Arjun paas baitha tha, uska lund pant mein tent bana hua. “So beautiful baby… ab usko taste kar.” Karan ne Priya ke boobs suck kiye, nipples ko bite kiya. Priya moan kar rahi thi, “Ohhh… Karan… yeh bahut accha lag raha hai.”

Foreplay badha. Karan ne Priya ko couch pe litaya, uski chut pe fingers daale. Priya squirt kar gayi pehli baar, paani couch pe gir gaya. “Arjun… dekh na… main control nahi kar pa rahi,” woh trembling voice mein boli. Arjun ne uske haath pakda, “Let it happen jaan, tu meri strong hotwife hai.”

Phir Karan ne apna lund bahar nikala – thick, hard, veiny. Priya ki aankhein badi ho gayi. “Itna bada… Arjun, main le paungi kya?” Arjun ne muskurate hue kaha, “Tu le legi baby, aur enjoy karegi.” Karan ne slowly enter kiya Priya ki chut mein. Wet squelching sound pura room bhar gaya. Priya ki cheek pe ek tear aa gayi pleasure se, “Ahhh… Karan… chod na mujhe… dheere se shuru kar.” Karan ne rhythm pakda, hard thrusts. Priya ki bangles aur payal ki awaaz, uski gaand pe spanks – red marks pad gaye lekin woh aur chah rahi thi.

Arjun paas khada tha, Priya ka haath pakde, uske boobs massage kar raha tha jab Karan usko chod raha tha. Jealousy thi lekin arousal itna strong ki uska lund leak kar raha tha. “Baby tu kitni sexy lag rahi hai… uske lund pe chadh rahi hai.” Priya eyes roll kar rahi thi, loud moans, “Arjun… main aa rahi hoon… Karan zor se chod mujhe!”

Pehla creampie – Karan ne andar hi release kiya, cum overflowing Priya ki chut se. Arjun ne usko push back kiya fingers se, “Mera bhi part hai yeh.” Phir second round – Karan ne Priya ko doggy style mein choda, hair pull kiya, deep throat karwaya. Priya gagging but loving it, saliva drip kar rahi thi. “Chod na mujhe jaise randi ki tarah… lekin pyar se,” woh bol rahi thi.

Teen round hue us din – missionary, cowgirl (Priya upar chadh kar ride karti hui, boobs bouncing), aur finally standing against wall. Sweat se sab geela, room mein sex aur perfume ka mix smell. Priya multiple orgasms mein thi, body trembling, arched back.

Jab Karan gaya, Arjun ne Priya ko apne arms mein liya. Dono ne passionate sex kiya – Arjun ne uski creampied chut ko chaata, phir apna lund daal diya. “Baby, yeh hamara bond aur strong ho gaya. Tu meri hotwife hai ab.” Priya ne usko kiss kiya, aankhon mein pyaar, “Arjun… maine kabhi itna feel nahi kiya. Thank you for encouraging me so lovingly. Kal phir Karan aayega na?”

Raat ko dono cuddle karte hue soye, Priya ki body abhi bhi aftershocks mein thi. Unka dynamic ab deeper tha – pyaar, trust, aur shared lust ka naya chapter. Aur haan, smart home ab fully functional tha… cameras on, recording every future memory ke liye.

Arjun Sharma aur uski pyaari biwi Meera ki zindagi Bangalore ke bustling IT hub mein bilkul normal si lagti thi – subah ki coffee, WFH calls, shaam ko balcony pe plants ki dekh-bhaal, aur raat ko unke cozy 3BHK apartment mein light cuddles. Arjun, 34 saal ka sharp product manager ek tech startup mein, hamesha se creative aur loving pati raha tha. Meera, 29 saal ki stunning digital marketer, thodi si freelance gigs karti thi aur secretly apne private Instagram pe fusion fashion try karti thi. Unki shaadi ko paanch saal ho chuke the. Sex life acchi thi, lekin Meera kabhi-kabhi bed pe let kar softly sigh karti thi – “Arjun, kabhi-kabhi lagta hai jaise humari routine mein woh spark kam ho gaya hai… par main tujhe hurt nahi karna chahti.” Arjun ko yeh baat gehri tarah chhoo jaati thi, lekin uske andar ek secret thrill bhi jag jaata tha. Woh hamesha se apni wife ko dusron ki nazron mein desired dekhna chahta tha – na ki kisi forced cheez mein, balki pure love aur mutual lust se.

Ek shaam, balcony pe baith kar unka naya plant collection arrange karte hue, Arjun ne casually topic uthaya. “Baby, humara anniversary aa raha hai na? Kya khayal hai hum ek private photoshoot karwaayein? Sirf hum dono ke liye… intimate, sensual, fusion wear mein. Main chahta hoon ki tu apne aap ko utna sexy feel kare jitni tu hai.” Meera ka chehra laal ho gaya. Usne apni loose round neck t-shirt ko thoda adjust kiya, jismein uske heavy boobs ka deep cleavage naturally dikh raha tha, aur playful shyness se boli, “Arjun, pagal ho gaya kya? Professional photographer ke saamne? Main toh sharm se mar jaungi… aur waise bhi, yeh sab sirf hum dono ke beech hi accha lagta hai na?” Arjun ne uske haath pakde, aankhon mein pyar bharke kaha, “Meera, main tujhe force nahi kar raha. Bas soch… tu itni beautiful hai, aur mujhe lagta hai ki agar koi talented photographer tere curves ko perfectly capture kare, toh tu khud ko aur zyada confident feel karegi. Main yahan rahunga, har moment pe. Tu sirf enjoy kar. Agar nahi pasand aaya toh stop bol dena.” Meera ne uski chest pe sar rakh kar dheere se hansi, “Tumhe pata hai na main kitni shy hoon… par haan, thoda exciting bhi lag raha hai. Par sirf teasing level tak, okay? Aur sirf ek session.”

Agla din Arjun ne discreetly ek app pe search kiya jahan artistic couples shoots ke liye photographers the. Mila Vikram – 31 saal ka tall, fit, charming freelance photographer jo Bangalore ke high-end clients ke liye boudoir aur sensual shoots karta tha. Profile mein usne likha tha, “Respectful, creative, aur couples ke comfort pe focus.” Arjun ne message kiya, details share kiye, aur Vikram agree ho gaya for a home studio session. Shoot ke din subah se hi ghar mein excitement tha. Meera ne apne wardrobe se kuch revealing fusion wears nikaale the jo Arjun ne online order kiye the – deep neck spaghetti strap kurti, off-shoulder short top with micro mini skirt, aur ek sleeveless transparent top paired with low-waist pajamas. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi thi, apni long wavy hair ko brush karte hue, jab Arjun peeche se aaya aur uske kamar pe haath rakh kar uske gaand ko gently squeeze kiya. “Baby, yeh spaghetti strap wali pehen le pehle. Dekhna, tere boobs kitne perfectly spill honge jab tu bend karegi.” Meera ne sharma kar uski chest pe thapki maari, “Arjun, tu toh bilkul naughty ho gaya hai aaj! Main yeh pehen rahi hoon par agar mujhe awkward lage toh turant change karungi, samjhe?”

Vikram shaam 5 baje pahuncha – casual jeans aur shirt mein, camera bag shoulder pe, professional smile ke saath. Usne haath milate hue politely bola, “Hi Arjun, Meera… aap dono bahut sweet couple lagte ho. Aaj ka shoot pure comfort pe hoga – lighting set kar deta hoon bedroom mein.” Ghar ke master bedroom ko unhone temporary studio bana diya tha – soft ring lights, white backdrop, aur balcony door open taaki natural breeze aaye. Meera ne pehli outfit pehni thi – deep plunging neck spaghetti strap kurti jo uske heavy D-cup boobs ko barely sambhaal rahi thi, paired with short denim shorts. Fabric itna thin aur stretchy tha ki har saans mein uske hard nipples faintly poke kar rahe the. Jab woh drawing room mein aayi, fan ki halki hawa ne kurti ke straps ko thoda slip kar diya, exposing thoda sa sideboob. Vikram ne politely nazar ghumayi, lekin Arjun ne notice kiya ki uski aankhein ek second extra ruk gayi thi.

Arjun ne Meera ko apne paas khinch kar uske kaan mein whisper kiya, “Dekha baby? Vikram already impressed hai. Tu itni hot lag rahi hai… jaa, pose de. Main yahan sofa pe baith ke enjoy karunga.” Meera ne playfully uske arm ko pinch kiya, “Arjun, shhh… woh sun lega! Main toh sirf tujhe impress karne ke liye yeh sab kar rahi hoon.” Shoot shuru hua. Vikram ne soft instructions diye – “Meera, thoda side turn, haath upar karo.” Jab Meera ne haath upar kiye toh kurti ka deep neckline ne uske boobs ko aur zyada expose kar diya, almost nipples dikhne wale the. Fan breeze ne fabric ko halka sa uthaya, aur uske underboob openly visible ho gaya. Meera ka chehra laal ho gaya, usne instinctively haath se cover karne ki koshish ki par Arjun ne lovingly bola, “Baby, relax… yeh toh art hai. Vikram professional hai, aur tu kitni natural glow kar rahi hai. Mujhe bahut acha lag raha hai dekh kar.” Vikram ne smile kiya aur bola, “Absolutely, Meera… aapke curves perfect frame kar rahe hain.” Meera ne dheere se Arjun ki taraf dekha, aankhon mein shyness aur ek naya excitement – “Arjun, yeh… bahut bold feel ho raha hai par… tu yahan hai toh theek hai.”

Pehle session mein teasing badhti gayi. Meera ne next outfit change kiya – loose V-neck t-shirt with no bra, jismein har movement pe uske heavy boobs jiggle karte the aur deep cleavage openly dikhti thi, paired with a short off-shoulder top jo uske smooth back aur sideboob ko highlight karti thi. Jab woh bend hui props adjust karne ke liye, t-shirt ka neckline ne almost pura underboob aur ek nipple ka edge flash kar diya. Sweat ki thin layer uski skin pe chamak rahi thi, fabric skin se chipak gaya tha. Vikram ne camera click kiya, uski breathing thodi heavy ho gayi thi. Arjun ne notice kiya uska lund pants mein thoda hard ho raha tha, jealousy ka mix tha par arousal itna strong ki woh khud ko control nahi kar paa raha tha. Usne Meera ko paas bula kar uske lips pe light kiss kiya aur whisper kiya, “Baby, dekh kaise woh tujhe stare kar raha hai… tu meri hotwife ban rahi hai aaj. Agar tu comfortable hai toh thoda aur bold pose try kar.” Meera ne uske chest pe sar rakh kar softly protest kiya, “Arjun, please… main toh sirf tujhe hi chahti hoon par yeh sab dekh kar mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha hai. Tu sure hai na?” Arjun ne uske gaand pe pyaar se thapki maari, “Haan baby, main yahan hoon. Enjoy the thrill.”

Session ke end tak, light touches shuru ho chuke the. Vikram ne pose adjust karte hue Meera ke shoulders touch kiye, straps ko thoda set kiya jisse ek nipple almost fully exposed ho gaya for a second. Meera ne halki si gasp ki par usne protest nahi kiya. Shoot khatam hone ke baad Vikram chala gaya, aur Arjun ne Meera ko bed pe gira diya. Unhone wild sex kiya – Arjun ne uske boobs ko passionately suck kiya, chut mein fingers daale jab tak woh squirt nahi kar gayi. Meera ne zor-zor se moan kiya, “Arjun… aaj jo hua na, woh bahut intense tha… par main sirf tera hoon.” Arjun ne uske andar release karte hue kaha, “Baby, yeh sirf shuruaat hai. Agla session mein aur deep jaayenge.”

Agle do din routine mein bhi teasing chalta raha. Subah Meera ne kitchen mein deep neck chaniya choli try ki jo Arjun laaya tha – heavy cleavage mein uske boobs almost spill ho rahe the, fabric sweat se cling kar gaya tha. Jab woh fridge se paani nikaalne ke liye bend hui, fan breeze ne choli ko thoda open kar diya, sideboob aur nipple ka hint dikh gaya. Arjun ne peeche se usko pakda, “Dekh baby, agar Vikram yahan hota toh control nahi kar paata.” Meera ne hans kar usko dhakka diya par uski aankhon mein lust tha, “Tu toh mujhe pagal kar dega… par haan, kal ka shoot soch kar hi excitement ho raha hai.”

Teesra din – full escalation ka. Vikram aaya, aur is baar Meera ne halter neck short top pehna tha with micro mini skirt. Top itna low-cut tha ki har saans mein boobs bounce karte the, aur skirt itni short thi ki jab woh reach high karti toh uski lace panties aur chut ka outline clearly flash ho jaata. Shoot mein Vikram ne bold poses suggest kiye – Meera ko bed pe let kar, legs spread thode, top ke straps ko slip karne do. Jab Meera ne high reach kiya toh skirt upar chadh gayi, full panties dikhte hue. Arjun sofa pe baitha tha, apna hard lund pants pe press karte hue, jealousy se dil dhadak raha tha par arousal se uska lund leak kar raha tha. Usne softly encourage kiya, “Meera jaan, Vikram ke haath tere waist pe rakhne de… feel kar uski touch. Tu itni wet ho rahi hai na?” Meera ne sharmate hue kaha, “Arjun… yeh bahut risky lag raha hai par… mujhe acha bhi lag raha hai. Tu paas aa.”

Vikram ne ab openly bold ho gaya – pose ke liye Meera ke thighs touch kiye, uske boobs ko adjust karte hue straps ko shoulders se slip kar diya. Ek nipple fully out ho gaya, pink aur hard. Meera ne halki si moan ki, “Ohh… Vikram…” Arjun ne aage badh kar uske lips ko kiss kiya aur bola, “Baby, surrender kar de. Main chahta hoon ki tu uske saath feel kare. Main yahan hoon, loving you more than ever.” Meera ki shyness pighal gayi – usne Vikram ki taraf dekha, aankhein lust se bhari, “Vikram… agar Arjun okay hai toh… touch me more.” Vikram ne uske boobs ko cup kiya, thumbs se nipples tease kiye. Meera ka body tremble kar gaya.

Phir scene wild ho gaya. Vikram ne Meera ko bed pe litaya, uski mini skirt upar kheenchi, panties side mein karke uski wet chut ko fingers se tease kiya. Meera ne zor se moan kiya, “Ahh… yeh bahut intense hai… Arjun, dekh na kitna wet ho rahi hoon main.” Arjun paas baitha tha, uske haath Meera ke boobs pe, unko squeeze karte hue, “Haan baby, enjoy his fingers. Tu meri strong hotwife hai.” Vikram ne apna lund bahar nikala – thick, veiny, 8 inch ka. Meera ne sharma kar usko haath mein liya, dheere se stroke kiya, phir deep-throat karne lagi, gagging sounds ke saath, bangles jingling. “Mmm… itna bada lund… pehle baar feel kar rahi hoon aisa.”

Arjun ne uske baal pakde gently, encourage kiya, “Baby, suck him good… main jealous hoon par itna aroused ki control nahi.” Vikram ne Meera ki chut mein lund daala – slow first, phir hard pounding. Wet squelching sounds room bhar gaye, uski payal aur bangles ki awaaz ke saath. Meera ne arched back kiya, eyes roll hue, “Fuck me harder Vikram… Arjun, yeh sach mein ho raha hai!” Multiple positions – missionary mein Arjun uske lips kiss kar raha tha jab Vikram usko chod raha tha, doggy mein Arjun ne uske boobs se khela jab Vikram ne uski gaand pe hard spanks diye (red marks ban gaye). Meera squirted twice, trembling, “Main aa rahi hoon… ahhh chod do mujhe!”

Vikram ne pehla creampie diya – thick cum uski chut se overflow kar raha tha. Arjun ne usko push back kiya apni fingers se, “Baby, yeh tera first hotwife creampie… feel kar.” Phir second round – Vikram ne usko choke kiya lightly, hair pull kiya, aur aur hard pounded. Breeding talk natural aa gaya, “Meera, main tujhe fill kar deta hoon… Arjun, dekh teri wife kitni hungry hai.” Meera ne loud ecstasy mein chillaya, body sweat se chamak rahi thi, perfume aur sex ki smell ghar bhar gayi. Arjun ne bhi join kiya – usne apna lund Meera ke muh mein diya jab Vikram usko peeche se chod raha tha. Teeno ka intense chemistry tha, sab loving aur pleasure focused.

Teesre round mein Meera fully surrendered thi – woh Vikram ke upar ride kar rahi thi, boobs bouncing, chut uske lund ko swallow kar rahi thi. Arjun ne uske clit ko rub kiya, encouraging, “Cum for him again baby… main tujhe itna pyar karta hoon.” Multiple creampies ke baad, cum uski thighs pe drip kar raha tha. Sab thak kar bed pe let gaye. Vikram ne politely thanks kiya aur chala gaya, promising future shoots if they want.

Raat ko, sirf Arjun aur Meera. Unhone tender afterglow mein cuddles kiye. Meera ne Arjun ke chest pe sar rakh kar kaha, “Arjun… aaj jo hua woh life changing tha. Main pehle itni shy thi par tera pyar aur encouragement ne mujhe free feel karwaya. Jealousy feel ki tune? Par main tujhe hi sabse zyada chahti hoon.” Arjun ne uske forehead pe kiss kiya, uski chut mein fingers daalte hue cum ko mix kiya, “Haan baby, jealousy thi par arousal itna strong tha ki main addicted ho gaya. Tu meri pyaari hotwife hai ab… aur hum yeh continue karenge, slowly. Agla time shayad Vikram ko invite karte hain with a friend if tu ready hai.” Meera ne naughty smile diya, “Sirf agar tu paas rahega… love you forever.”

Unki dynamic ab deeper thi – trust, lust, aur endless passion se bhari. Aur yeh sirf shuruaat thi unki hidden hotwife journey ki…

Namaste dosto, main hoon Arjun Sharma, 28 saal ka software engineer Bangalore ke ek premium society mein rehta hoon – Prestige Whitefield ke uss high-rise tower mein jahaan har flat ka balcony dusre ke saath connected feel hota hai. Meri biwi Priya, 26 saal ki marketing wali ladki, bahut hi sweet aur shy dikhti hai – gori-chitti, medium height, perfect curves wali, lambi si kali aankhein aur woh hamesha apne lips ko bite karti hai jab nervous hoti hai. Hum dono DINK couple hain, double income no kids, WFH life jee rahe hain. Bahar se hum ek perfect loving couple lagte hain – main usse bahut pyar karta hoon, har cheez mein support karta hoon. Lekin andar hi andar, Priya ko kuch kami feel ho rahi thi. Hamara sex life bahut loving tha, lekin routine. Main thak jaata tha late night coding se, 10-15 minute ka quickie, missionary position mein, kabhi kabhi woh bhi moan karti thi par main jaanta tha ki uske andar ek bhookh hai jo main pura nahi kar paa raha tha. Woh kabhi complain nahi karti, bas raat ko cuddle karke so jaati aur subah chai banate waqt smile karti – “Jaan, tu thak gaya hai na, koi baat nahi.”

January 2026 ki baat hai. Society ne naya “Couple’s Fitness Challenge” launch kiya tha – app based, har weekend mixed couples teams banate, yoga, HIIT, pool swimming aur rooftop running. Prize tha ek fancy dinner for four. Humne register kiya aur wahin pehle din hi humari mulaqaat hui Vikram aur Neha se. Vikram, 32 saal ka tall, muscular guy – woh ek private fitness coach aur small startup ka co-founder tha, hamesha confident smile aur deep voice. Neha, 29 saal ki, yoga instructor aur part-time influencer – slim-fit body, glowing skin, lambi straight hair aur woh smile jo seedha dil mein ghus jaata hai. Dono bahut open aur bold the, par affectionate bhi. Pehle hi din poolside warm-up ke time Neha ne apni off-shoulder tank top aur low-waist yoga shorts mein stretch kiya aur Vikram ne uske hips pe haath rakhkar guide kiya – “Baby, back straight, abhi aur gehraai mein jaao.” Priya ne side se dekha aur dheere se mujhe kaha, “Arjun, yeh log kitne comfortable hain ek dusre ke saath… hum bhi aise hi hote toh kitna maza aata.”

Us din se hamari dosti shuru ho gayi. Har subah 7 baje society gym mein milte, workout karte, phir rooftop pe black coffee aur protein shake. Shaam ko kisi ke flat pe baithke baatein – kabhi hamare flat 1804 pe, kabhi unke 1807 pe. Dono flats ke beech sirf ek common balcony tha jo railing se connected tha, breeze aati toh curtains udte the. Priya initially bahut shy thi unke saamne. Woh apne office calls ke baad simple t-shirts aur track pants pehenti thi. Lekin maine dheere dheere usko encourage karna shuru kiya.

Ek shaam, workout ke baad hamare flat pe sab baithke the. Neha ne apni thin short nightie pehni thi – off-white, low-cut neckline, fabric itna soft ki uske boobs ka shape clearly dikh raha tha, nipples thode poke kar rahe the AC ki hawa se. Vikram casually uske thigh pe haath rakhke baat kar raha tha. Priya ne dekha aur uske cheeks pink ho gaye. Jab woh kitchen mein jaake snacks laane gayi, main uske peeche gaya aur uske kaan mein whisper kiya, “Baby, dekha Neha kitni confident hai? Tu bhi itni hot lagti hai jab thoda reveal karti hai. Mujhe bahut maza aata agar tu aaj thodi si bold bane.” Priya ne sharmaate hue mera haath dhakela, “Arjun! Kya baatein kar rahe ho? Woh log bahut experienced hain, main toh… bas normal hoon.” Par uski aankhon mein ek chhoti si chamak thi. Mainne uske lips pe kiss kiya aur bola, “Tumhari body already perfect hai jaan, bas thoda confidence chahiye. Main hamesha tere saath hoon.”

Us raat ke baad maine fantasy sharing shuru kiya. Bed pe cuddle karte hue, main uske boobs pe haath ferte hue bola, “Priya, socho agar Vikram tumhe aise touch kare toh kaisa lagega? Woh itna strong hai…” Priya ne mujhe pillow se maara, par uski saans tez ho gayi thi. “Shut up Arjun! Yeh sab galat hai… par… tumhe sach mein aisa sochke maza aata hai kya?” Mainne usko kiss kiya aur bola, “Haan jaan, bahut. Tumhe dekhke jealous bhi hota hoon par yeh jealousy hi mera lund khada kar deti hai. Tum meri hotwife ban sakti ho, agar tum bhi ready ho.” Woh dheere se boli, “Main sochti hoon… par dheere dheere, okay? Mujhe dar lagta hai par tumhare saath feel safe hai.”

Agla weekend society ke fitness challenge ka second round tha. Hum sab rooftop pe the. Priya ne pehli baar meri advice pe deep neck tank top pehna tha – black, plunging neckline jo uske boobs ke beech deep cleavage dikhata tha, aur short tight frock jiska hem thighs tak tha. Jab woh high reach kar rahi thi yoga pose mein, frock upar chadh gaya aur uski white lace panties flash ho gayi. Fan breeze ne uske straps slip kar diye, sideboob almost nipple tak dikh raha tha. Neha ne haske bola, “Priya, you look fire today babe!” Vikram ki nazar Priya ke boobs pe ruk gayi thi. Priya ne sharmaate hue apne straps theek kiye aur mujhe dekha – “Arjun, yeh sab tumhari wajah se hai… log dekh rahe hain.” Mainne uske kaan mein kaha, “Aur dekhne do jaan, tum itni sexy ho aaj. Mujhe kitna proud feel ho raha hai.” Priya ne dheere se smile ki aur next pose mein aur thoda bend kiya, jaise accidentally.

Aise hi din guzarte gaye. March ke end tak hum bahut close ho chuke the. Har shaam dinner alternate flats pe – kabhi unke yahaan Neha ki famous pasta, kabhi hamare yahaan Priya ki butter chicken. Ek baar balcony pe baithke baatein kar rahe the, lights dim, wine glasses. Neha ne apni sheer mesh robe pehni thi uske low-waist shorts ke upar – robe itni transparent ki uske boobs ke nipples clearly visible the, sweat se chipak rahi thi. Priya ne bhi meri push pe thin camisole aur short skirt pehni thi. Jab woh khadi hui glass bharke, skirt ride up kar gayi aur uski chut ke curve ke paas panties dikhe. Vikram ne nazar nahi hatayi. Priya ne soft protest kiya, “Arjun… yeh log soch rahe honge main kaisi hoon.” Mainne uske waist pe haath daala aur bola, “Woh soch rahe honge ki tum kitni desirable ho. Aur main chahta hoon ki tum enjoy karo yeh attention.”

April aa gaya, garmi badh rahi thi Bangalore mein. Ek Friday night, sab hamare flat pe the. Lights low, AC full, background mein soft music. Neha ne suggest kiya – “Truth or Dare, couples version?” Sabne haske haan kaha. Pehle rounds light the – kisses, hugs. Phir Vikram ne Priya ko dare diya: “Priya, apne top ka ek strap slip kar do aur Arjun ko dikhao.” Priya ne mujhe dekha, cheeks laal. Mainne nod kiya aur whisper kiya, “Jaan, kar do… main yahin hoon.” Woh trembling fingers se strap slip kiya, left boob almost spill hone wala tha, nipple ka edge dikhta tha. Sabne taali bajayi. Neha ne bola, “Girl, you are glowing!” Priya ki inner voice: *Oh god, yeh sab galat lag raha tha par… mera chut geela ho raha hai. Arjun itna excited kyun hai?*

Dare badhte gaye. Ek round mein maine Neha ko dare diya kiss on lips. Woh hasi aur mujhe deep kiss de diya, uski tongue meri se mili. Priya ne dekha aur uski saans tez ho gayi. Phir Vikram ne Priya ko dare diya – “Mere lap pe baitho 2 minute.” Priya ne sharmaate hue kaha, “Arjun… yeh theek hai na?” Mainne uske haath pakadke bola, “Haan baby, enjoy. Main yahin baitha hoon, tumhari taraf dekh raha hoon.” Woh Vikram ke lap pe baithi, uski short skirt upar chadh gayi, uski gaand Vikram ke thighs pe press ho rahi thi. Vikram ne gently uske waist pe haath rakha. Priya ki breathing heavy thi par woh dheere se smile kar rahi thi.

Us raat game ke baad jab woh log gaye, main aur Priya bed pe the. Mainne usko passionately kiss kiya, “Dekha jaan, tum kitni hot thi aaj. Vikram tumhe dekh ke pagal ho gaya tha.” Priya ne mujhe tight hug kiya aur boli, “Arjun… mujhe dar lag raha tha par… bahut excited bhi feel hua. Tum sach mein chahte ho na yeh sab?” Mainne uske chut pe haath rakhke feel kiya – bilkul geeli thi. “Haan meri jaan, yeh hamari love ko aur strong banayega. Tumhari khushi mujhe sabse zyada maza deti hai.”

Agla weekend full escalation shuru hua. Saturday night, sabke ghar pe hi – hamare living room mein lights off, sirf fairy lights. Wine khatam, music sensual. Neha ne pehle hi bold move kiya – usne apni off-shoulder top utaar di aur sirf bra aur low-waist shorts mein baithi. Vikram ne haske uske boobs pe kiss kiya. Priya ne mujhe dekha. Mainne usko whisper kiya, “Baby, agar tum bhi comfortable ho toh… main chahta hoon ki tum bhi relax karo.” Priya ne trembling haathon se apni deep neck tank top utaar di – uske perfect round boobs bra mein spill ho rahe the, nipples hard. “Arjun… yeh sab real ho raha hai,” usne soft se kaha.

Pehla step: couples kissing cross. Main Neha ko kiss kar raha tha, woh passionate thi, uski tongue mere muh mein ghum rahi thi. Saath hi Vikram ne Priya ko kiss kiya – dheere se shuru, phir deep. Priya ki aankhein band, par haath Vikram ke chest pe the. Inner: *Arjun ke alawa kisi ne aisa kiss nahi kiya… itna intense… mera body jal raha hai.*

Phir light touches. Neha mere lap pe baithi, uski gaand mere hard lund pe ragad rahi thi. Vikram ne Priya ke boobs pe haath ferne shuru kiya, bra ke upar se. Priya ne moan kiya, “Mmm… Vikram ji…” aur mujhe dekha, “Arjun, yeh theek hai na?” Mainne smile kiya, “Haan jaan, let him feel your beautiful boobs. Tum kitni sexy lag rahi ho.”

Undressing logical aur sensual thi. Pehle outer – Priya ki skirt slide hui neeche, uski lace panties visible. Neha ne mujhe help kiya apni shorts utarne mein. Phir inner: Vikram ne Priya ki bra hooks khole, uske boobs spill out hue – heavy, pink nipples hard. Priya ne apne haath se cover karne ki koshish ki par mainne kaha, “Baby, mat chhupao… dikhne do sabko.” Neha ki boobs bhi bahar aaye, Vikram ne unko squeeze kiya.

Ab full intimacy. Hum sab living room ke bade carpet pe the. Pehli baar Priya ko Vikram ne apni god mein litaaya. Usne Priya ki chut pe fingers ferne shuru kiye – “Priya, tumhari chut already wet hai baby.” Priya ne arched back kiya, “Ahhh… dheere… Arjun dekh raha hai.” Main paas baitha tha, uske haath pakadke bola, “Jaan, enjoy karo. Main yahin hoon.” Vikram ne uski chut ko lick kiya, tongue andar daali. Priya ki bangles jingling kar rahe the, payal ki ghunghru ki awaaz aa rahi thi jab uske pair spasmed. Woh pehli baar squirt kiya – “Ohhh fuck… main aa rahi hoon!” – chut se paani nikla, carpet geela.

Main Neha ko leke dusri taraf gaya. Neha bold thi, “Arjun, mujhe hard chodo jaise Vikram Priya ko chod raha hai.” Maine usko doggy style mein position kiya, uski gaand pe hard spank diya – red marks ban gaye. “Neha baby, teri gaand kitni perfect hai.” Mera lund uski chut mein ghusa – tight, wet, squelching sound “chup chup chup” har thrust pe. Neha chillayi, “Haan Arjun, aur zor se chod do meri chut!” Mainne uske baal pakde, light choke kiya, hard pounding ki. Saath hi Priya ki taraf dekhta raha – Vikram usko missionary mein chod raha tha, uske boobs bounce kar rahe the, Priya ki aankhein roll ho rahi thi, “Vikram ji… aapka lund itna bada… meri chut bhar gayi hai… ahhh haan chodte raho!”

Pehli round ke baad tender moment – hum sab paas baithke paani piye, kisses share kiye. Priya mere paas aayi, “Arjun… main itni khush hoon aaj. Thank you for pushing me.” Mainne uske forehead pe kiss kiya, “Tum meri strong hotwife ho jaan.”

Phir second round shuru. Is baar maine Priya ko encourage kiya deep-throat karne ka. Vikram ka lund bada aur thick tha. Priya ne sharmaate hue muh khola, “Arjun… main try karti hoon.” Woh gagging sound aaye – “gluck gluck” – par woh ruk nahi, pura andar le gayi. Vikram ne uske baal pakde, “Good girl Priya.” Saath hi main Neha ko apne lund pe baitha diya, cowgirl position – uski boobs mere muh mein, main chus raha tha. Neha ne hips hilaye, “Arjun, tumhare lund se meri chut phat rahi hai… aur zor se!”

Multiple creampies hue. Vikram ne Priya ki chut mein pehla cum kiya – overflowing, usne fingers se push back kiya andar. “Priya, tum pregnant ho jaogi aaj lagta hai.” Priya ne haske kaha, “Haan… filling feel ho raha hai.” Phir maine Neha ko creampie diya, uski chut se mera cum bahar nikal raha tha jab woh khadi hui.

Teesra round harder tha. Spanking, hair pulling, choking – sab affectionate par raw. Priya ab fully surrendered thi, koi shyness nahi. Woh Vikram ke upar chadhke ride kar rahi thi, uske boobs bounce, bangles ki awaaz poore room mein. “Chodo mujhe Vikram ji… meri chut ko apna bana lo aaj!” Main Neha ko wall ke against khada karke hard fuck kar raha tha, uski gaand pe continuous spanks – red aur glowing. Sweat sabke bodies pe, perfume aur sex ki smell milke intoxicating ho rahi thi. Squishing sounds, moans – “Ahhh haan… aur andar… chodna mat band karo!”

Raat ke end tak hum charon thak chuke the par satisfied. Multiple waves ke baad, sab cuddle kar rahe the carpet pe. Priya mere seene pe sir rakhke boli, “Arjun… yeh sab se best night thi. Mujhe laga main kabhi itna free feel nahi karungi. Tumhara pyar aur yeh freedom… dono ne mujhe naya jeena sikha diya.”

Hum dono akela reh gaye jab Vikram-Neha apne flat gaye (par promise kiya next weekend phir). Main Priya ko bed pe le gaya, usko gently fuck kiya – ab sirf hum dono, slow aur loving. Uske andar mera lund, uski chut ab thodi loose par abhi bhi tight mere liye. “Jaan, main tumse aur zyada pyaar karta hoon aaj,” maine kaha. Priya ne aankhein band karke smile ki, “Aur main tumhari hoon… hamesha. Par yeh game continue karte hain na? Next time shayad hum sab ek weekend trip plan karein… bas hum charon.”

Us raat hum dono bahut der tak jagte rahe, baatein karte, future plans – kaise yeh friendship aur lust hamare marriage ko aur deep banayega. Priya ab bilkul open thi, uski hidden hunger pura ho chuki thi. Aur main? Main uska loving cuckold husband, jo uski har khushi mein khud ko paata tha.

Bas yahin khatam nahi hoti kahani dosto… par yeh ek complete standalone tha. Agar dil chaahe toh batao, aur gehraai mein jaayenge. Love aur lust forever. ❤️

Subah ki dhoop bedroom ke window se andar ghus rahi thi aur Ananya ki fair skin ko aur bhi chamka rahi thi. Woh mirror ke saamne khadi thi, apni nai deep-neck black tank top ko adjust karte hue. Tank top itni tight aur low-cut thi ki uske heavy, round mamme almost bahar aa rahe the – cleavage itna deep ki bra ki lace bhi dikh rahi thi. Neeche usne ek short denim skirt pehni thi jo uski soft, milky thighs ko sirf half cover kar paa rahi thi. Ek halki si hawa aayi aur skirt ka hem thoda sa upar uth gaya, uski black lace panties ka edge dikha diya.

“Vikram… yeh outfit bahut bold hai na?” Ananya ne sharmaate hue apne pati ki taraf dekha. Vikram bed par baitha tha, laptop band karke, uski aankhein apni biwi par tikki hui thi. Usne pyar se muskurate hue kaha, “Jaan, yeh toh perfect hai. Tera Instagram page grow karna hai na? Karan professional photographer hai, woh best shots lega. Aur main yahin hoon… dekh raha hoon kitni hot lag rahi hai meri wife.”

Ananya ka chehra laal ho gaya. Woh 28 saal ki thi, ek perfect desi beauty – slim waist, wide hips, aur woh heavy boobs jo har kapde mein bahar aane ko betab rehte the. Vikram 32 ka tha, software engineer, loving husband jo apni wife ko queen ki tarah treat karta tha. Unki shaadi ko 4 saal ho gaye the aur abhi bhi unka pyaar itna deep tha ki har raat woh ek dusre ko pyar se chodte the. Lekin Vikram ke mann mein ek secret fantasy tha – dekhna ki uski hot wife kisi aur ke saamne kitni confident aur seductive ban sakti hai. Woh kabhi force nahi karta tha, sirf pyar se encourage karta tha.

Aaj Karan aa raha tha – 26 saal ka tall, muscular ladka jo Bangalore ke top photography studios mein kaam karta tha. Ananya ne apna naya lifestyle page start kiya tha jisme woh modern Indian fusion outfits pehankar reels banati thi. Vikram ne hi suggest kiya tha ki professional photoshoot karayein ghar par hi, lighting aur privacy ke liye.

doorbell baji. Ananya ka dil zor se dhadka. “Aaya…” usne halki si saans li aur darwaza khola.

Karan bahar khada tha – fair, sharp jawline, tight black t-shirt mein uski broad chest aur arms dikhte the. Usne muskurate hue kaha, “Hi Ananya ma’am, main Karan. Aapke husband ne bola tha 10 baje aane ko.”

“Hi… andar aao na,” Ananya ne shyly kaha, uski awaaz thodi si kaanp rahi thi. Jaise hi Karan andar aaya, uski nazar Ananya par padi aur ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Uske heavy boobs tank top se bahar jhaank rahe the, nipples thode se hard ho kar fabric mein dikhte the. Karan ne jaldi se nazar hata li aur professional smile kiya, “Nice place. Shall we start in the living room? Natural light achha hai wahan.”

Vikram living room mein hi baitha tha, coffee peete hue. “Hey Karan! Welcome bhai. Ananya ko thoda confident banane mein help karna. Main yahin baith ke dekh raha hoon, koi problem nahi.”

Pehla session shuru hua. Karan ne apna camera setup kiya, soft lights on ki. Ananya ko pehle simple poses diye – haath kamar par, smile karte hue. Lekin jaise jaise poses bold hote gaye, Ananya ki tank top ke straps ek taraf se slip hone lage. Jab woh bend hui kitchen counter ke paas “casual cooking pose” ke liye, uske mamme almost 80% dikh gaye – deep cleavage, underboob ka curve, aur ek nipple ka edge bhi. Karan ka camera click karta raha, lekin uski aankhein thodi der uske boobs par ruk gayi.

Vikram ne notice kiya. Usne apni wife ko pyar se dekha aur halke se wink kiya. Ananya ka mann mein ek chhoti si ladai chal rahi thi – “Yeh kya kar rahi hoon main? Karan stranger hai… lekin Vikram khush lag raha hai. Aur sach bolun toh Karan ka gaze itna intense hai ki meri chut mein halka sa current daud raha hai.”

Break mein Vikram ne Ananya ko kitchen mein khinch liya. “Baby, tumhe pata hai kitni sexy lag rahi ho? Karan ko pata hai tum married ho, lekin woh tumhe dekh nahi paa raha properly. Thoda tease karo na… jaise wind se skirt upar uth jaaye, ya bend karte waqt boobs dikha do. Main yahin hoon, main tumhe pyar karta hoon. Yeh sirf maza hai, hum dono ke liye.”

Ananya ne sharmaate hue uske chest par haath rakha. “Vikram… yeh sahi hai kya? Main… main nervous hoon. Lekin… agar tumhe pasand hai toh… main try karungi.” Uske andar ek excitement jag rahi thi. Sharm aur lust ka mix.

Doosra session shuru hua. Ab Karan ne “dynamic poses” suggest kiye. Ananya ko sofa par baithne ko kaha, legs cross karke. Jaise hi woh baithi, uski short skirt upar chadhi aur panties ka front clearly dikha – thin black lace, uski shaved chut ka shape halka sa dikh raha tha. Karan ne kaha, “Ma’am, thoda aur relax… yes, perfect.” Usne zoom kiya.

Phir woh khadi hui, haath upar karke stretch pose. Tank top ka fabric upar utha aur underboob fully expose ho gaya – sweat ki wajah se skin chamak rahi thi. Ek strap pura slip ho gaya, ek boob almost nanga. Ananya ne jaldi se adjust kiya lekin Karan ne click kar liya. “Sorry ma’am, natural moment tha,” Karan ne muskurate hue kaha, uski awaaz mein thodi si huskiness.

Vikram se control nahi raha. Usne quietly bola, “Ananya jaan, yeh pose repeat karo… aur thoda slow.”

Din bhar aise hi shots hue. Shaam ko Karan jaane laga toh Vikram ne kaha, “Bhai, kal bhi aana. Aur thoda concept change karenge – bedroom shots for intimate lifestyle vibe.”

Karan ne nod kiya, “Sure sir. Ananya ma’am bahut natural hai camera ke saamne.”

Jaise hi darwaza band hua, Vikram ne Ananya ko pakad liya aur passionately kiss kiya. “Dekha? Kitna excited tha woh. Aur tum… tumhe maza aa raha tha na?” Ananya ne uske gale mein muh chhupate hue kaha, “Haan… lekin sirf tumhare liye. Kal… main aur bold try karungi.”

Raat ko dono ne wild sex kiya. Vikram ne uski chut ko chaata, uske mamme dabaye aur bola, “Soch lo jaan, kal Karan yahan hoga… aur tum uske saamne apni chut flash karogi. Main tumhe dekhunga aur tumhe pyar karunga baad mein.” Ananya ki chut geeli ho gayi is soch se.

Agla din. Ananya ne aur bhi revealing outfit chuna – ek off-shoulder white crop top jo uske heavy boobs ko barely hold kar raha tha, aur ek super short pleated skirt jo hawa mein udne wali thi. No bra. Nipples clearly poking the thin fabric mein.

Karan aaya. Aaj lighting bedroom mein set ki gayi thi. Pehle kuch poses – bed par let kar, side pose mein. Jaise hi Ananya leti, crop top upar chadha aur dono mamme almost nange – sideboob full, underboob, aur nipples hard. Karan adjust karne aaya, uska haath Ananya ki waist par pada. Ek current dauda dono mein.

“Ma’am, thoda aur arch your back…” Karan ne gently kaha. Uske fingers thode der uski skin par thehre.

Vikram chair par baitha tha, smile karte hue. “Karan, agar zarurat pade toh pose adjust karne mein haath laga sakte ho. Ananya comfortable hai.”

Ananya ka dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Usne intentionally bend kiya to pick up a prop from floor – skirt pura upar uth gayi, gaand aur panties full view. Karan ka lund uske pants mein hard ho gaya, clearly bulge dikhta tha.

Break mein Vikram ne Ananya ko bedroom ke corner mein le jaakar pyar se bola, “Jaan, ab hesitation mat karo. Woh tumhe chahta hai. Main yahin baithunga aur dekhunga. Tum enjoy karo. Main tumse pyar karta hoon, yeh humara secret hai.”

Ananya ne uske lips ko chuma aur whisper kiya, “Okay baby… main ab rukungi nahi. Lekin tum paas rehna.”

Teesra session shuru hua aur ab boundaries tootne lage. Karan ne ek pose diya jisme Ananya ko bed par ghutno ke bal baithna tha, back arched. Crop top ke dono straps slip ho gaye aur dono heavy mamme pura expose ho gaye – pink nipples hard, sweat se chamakte hue. Karan camera liye paas aaya, “Perfect… bilkul natural.”

Usne haath se Ananya ke shoulder touch kiya pose set karne ke liye. Ananya ne saans rok li, lekin usne resistance nahi kiya. Uske andar lust badh raha tha – “Yeh ladka kitna handsome hai… aur Vikram dekh raha hai… main itni wet ho rahi hoon.”

Karan ne dheere se kaha, “Ananya… aap bahut beautiful ho. Agar aap comfortable ho toh… thoda intimate pose try kar sakte hain?”

Vikram ne aage badhkar pyar se bola, “Haan Karan, try karo. Ananya, jaan, surrender kar do. Main yahin hoon.”

Ananya ne aankhein band ki, phir kholi aur Karan ki taraf dekha. “Okay… but gently.”

Karan ne camera side rakh diya. Usne Ananya ko bed par litaya aur uske crop top ko dheere se upar kiya. Uske heavy mamme bahar aa gaye – bade, soft, nipples standing. Karan ne ek mamme ko haath mein liya aur gently squeeze kiya. Ananya ki saans tez ho gayi, “Ahhh… Karan…”

Vikram chair par baitha, apna lund bahar nikaal kar dheere se hilate hue bola, “Haan baby, let him suck your boobs. Tum kitni hot ho aaj.”

Karan ne jhuk kar Ananya ke ek nipple ko muh mein liya, chusne laga. Ananya ki peeth arch hui, “Mmm… yes… aur zor se.” Uske haath Karan ke baal mein gaye.

Yeh foreplay 20 minute tak chala. Karan ne uski skirt upar kiya, panties side kiya aur uski wet chut ko chaatne laga. Ananya ki taange kaanp rahi thi, “Oh fuck… Karan… tumhari tongue itni hot hai.” Wet squelching sounds puro room mein fail gaye.

Vikram muskurate hue bola, “Jaan, ab uska lund lo muh mein. Show him how good you are.”

Ananya ne Karan ki pants kholi. Uska lund bahar nikla – 8 inch ka thick, veiny. Woh ne usko haath mein pakda aur muh mein le liya, deepthroat karte hue gagging ki awaazein nikal rahi thi. “Gluck… gluck… mmm.” Karan ke haath uske baal mein the.

Phir Karan ne usko bed par litaya, uski taange failayi aur apna lund uski chut par ragadte hue bola, “Ananya… may I?”

Ananya ne Vikram ki taraf dekha. Vikram ne nod kiya, “Haan jaan, le lo andar. Enjoy karo.”

Karan ne ek dhakka diya aur pura lund Ananya ki tight chut mein ghused diya. “Aaaahhh fuck!” Ananya ki cheekh nikal gayi. Karan ne slow rhythm se chodna shuru kiya, har dhakke mein uske heavy mamme upar neeche ho rahe the. Slap… slap… slap… skin ki awaazein.

Vikram paas aaya, Ananya ke haath pakad kar bola, “Baby, tum kitni sexy lag rahi ho uske neeche. Chodo usko zor se Karan.”

Karan ne speed badhaya. Missionary se doggy mein badla. Ananya ki gaand upar thi, Karan uski gaand par thappad maar raha tha – red marks pad gaye. “Thok raha hoon teri chut ko randi… le… le pura lund.” Ananya shamelessly chillayi, “Haan Karan… faad do meri chut… aur zor se pel do!”

Bangles jingle kar rahe the, payal ki awaaz bed ke saath mil rahi thi. Karan ne uske baal pakde, thoda choke kiya aur animalistic pounding shuru kiya. Ananya ki chut se paani nikal raha tha – squirt kiya pehli baar. “Aaaahhh main aa rahi hoon!”

Pehla creampie – Karan ne andar hi jhad diya. Cum uski chut se bahar nikla jab woh nikaala. Vikram ne pyar se uski chut par haath ferte hue bola, “Good girl… ab push back karo us cum ko.”

Lekin yeh sirf shuruat thi. Dusra round turant shuru. Ab Ananya upar thi – cowgirl position. Uske heavy mamme bounce kar rahe the jaise woh Karan ke lund par upar neeche ho rahi thi. “Chod raha hai na mera lund ko? Le… le aur andar.” Karan ne uske nipples pinch kiye.

Vikram ab bed ke paas khada tha, apni wife ke mamme dabate hue, “Jaan, tum dono kitne perfect lag rahe ho. Main itna proud hoon tumhara.”

Teesra round – spoon position, Karan peeche se pel raha tha, ek haath se uski chut rub karte hue. Ananya ki taange kaanp rahi thi, aankhein roll ho rahi thi. “Oh god… phir se aa rahi hoon… Karan mat rukna!”

Multiple orgasms ke baad teesra creampie bhi andar. Cum uski thighs par leak kar raha tha. Karan ne usko kiss kiya, “Ananya… tum amazing ho.”

Vikram ne Ananya ko gale lagaya, uske forehead par kiss kiya. “Dekha jaan? Kitna maza aaya na? Yeh humara bond aur strong karega.”

Teen ghante tak yeh hardcore sessions chalte rahe – har position mein, har angle se. Ananya ki chut laal ho gayi thi, lekin woh aur maang rahi thi. Karan ne uski gaand bhi thodi si finger ki aur phir lund ghusa diya anal mein bhi, pehli baar Ananya ke liye. Woh dard aur maza ke mix mein chillayi, “Haan… faad do meri gaand bhi!”

Last round mein teeno thak gaye the lekin lust abhi bhi zinda tha. Ananya dono ke beech leti thi, ek haath Vikram ke lund par, dusra Karan ke. Dono ne usko ek saath kiss kiya – lips, neck, boobs.

Shaam hone tak Karan gaya. Ananya aur Vikram bed par nange hi let gaye the. Cum se bhari chut aur body sweat se chamak rahi thi. Vikram ne usko tight hug kiya, “Jaan, tum meri queen ho. Aaj jo hua woh sirf humare pyar ko badhaye ga. Kal phir Karan aayega?”

Ananya ne muskurate hue uske chest par sar rakha, uski chut abhi bhi throb kar rahi thi. “Haan baby… lekin is baar aur wild. Main tumhare bina kuch nahi karungi… lekin Karan ke saath… main addicted ho gayi hoon is feeling ko.”

Dono ne ek dusre ko pyar se chuma. Bedroom mein abhi bhi sex ki khushboo thi, bangles aur bed ki creaking ki yaadein. Unka rishta aur gehra ho gaya tha – pyar, trust aur raw lust ka perfect mix.

Aur yeh sirf shuruat thi unki nayi adventurous life ki…

Subah ki dhoop Noida ke 12th floor ke is modern 2BHK apartment mein dheere se ghus rahi thi. Vikram apne laptop ke saamne baitha coffee pi raha tha, lekin uski nazar kitchen mein thi jahaan uski biwi Ananya coffee bana rahi thi. Ananya 27 saal ki thi – ekdum perfect desi beauty. Uske 34D ke heavy mamme har saans ke saath upar neeche ho rahe the, patli kamar, aur gol-matar jaise tight gaand jo har kadam pe hilti thi. Aaj woh sirf ek thin white tank top pehni thi jo uske boobs ko barely sambhaal raha tha – deep neckline se cleavage itna deep dikhta tha ki nipples ke upar ka hissa bhi jhalak raha tha. Neeche sirf ek chhoti si grey shorts thi jo uski thighs ko tight se pakad rahi thi aur gaand ke neeche se thoda sa underboob jaise curve dikha rahi thi. Tank top ka fabric itna soft aur thin tha ki subah ki halki si paseene ki boond se uske brown nipples saaf saaf poke kar rahe the.

Vikram ka lund already half-hard ho chuka tha. Woh 31 saal ka tha, IT company mein senior position pe, lekin ghar pe woh sirf apni biwi ko dekh kar hi pagal ho jata tha. Kai mahine se woh apna secret fantasy Ananya ke saath share kar raha tha – dheere dheere, pyaar se. Kabhi raat ko bed pe uske boobs ko chuste hue woh bolta, “Baby, soch toh kitna hot lagega agar koi aur tujhe aise chhue… main dekhun aur tu maze le.” Ananya pehle hamesha sharma jaati, uske gaal laal ho jaate, “Vikram! Tum pagal ho kya? Main tumhari biwi hoon… aisa mat bol.”

Lekin dheere dheere uski hesitation kam hoti ja rahi thi. Vikram jaanta tha ki Ananya ki chut ab bhi uske lund se satisfied nahi hoti thi – woh jaldi jhad jaata tha, aur Ananya ko lambi, wild chudai ki bhookh thi jo woh kabhi poori nahi kar paaya. Aaj subah bhi woh utha, peeche se Ananya ko pakda, uske heavy mamme ko tank top ke upar se dabaya aur kaan mein bola, “Dekh na jaan… aaj bhi tere mamme itne tight hain. Koi dekh le toh pagal ho jaaye. Soch… agar koi stranger yahan aaye aur tujhe aise hi chhue toh?”

Ananya ne uske haathon ko hataane ki koshish ki lekin uski awaaz mein woh purana playful shyness tha, “Arre Vikram… chhodo na. Subah-subah hi shuru? Koi dekh lega toh? Aur waise bhi… main aisi ladki nahi hoon. Tumhare liye hi toh sab karti hoon.” Usne muskurate hue uske lund pe haath fer diya shorts ke upar se. Vikram ne usko ghumaaya, uske lips pe kiss kiya aur pyar se bola, “Baby, main jaanta hoon tu sharmaati hai. Lekin yeh mera fantasy hai… tujhe dekhna ki tu kitni khush hoti hai jab koi tujhe sach mein chodta hai. Main tujhe hamesha pyar karunga, kabhi kam nahi. Tu bas thoda try kar… dress thoda sexy kar, tease kar. Dekh kitna mazaa aayega.”

Ananya ne aankhein band karke uske seene pe sar rakh diya. Uske andar ek chhoti si aag si jal rahi thi – sharm aur excitement ka mix. “Tum sach mein chahte ho na? Ki main… kisi aur ke saamne aise…?” Vikram ne uske gaand ko dabaya, “Haan jaan. Lekin sirf jab tu ready ho. No pressure. Bas aaj ghar pe thoda experiment kar le. Tere tank top mein tere nipples already dikhte hain… agar fan chala toh aur bhi mazaa aayega.”

Din bhar yahi baatein chali. Lunch ke time Ananya ne apna purana habit chhoda aur ek off-shoulder pink top pehna jo uske ek shoulder ko completely expose kar raha tha. Neeche low-waist black shorts jo uski gaand ke half se bhi neeche tak thi. Jab woh bend hui kitchen mein bartan rakhne, Vikram ne dekha ki uski shorts se panty line saaf dikh rahi thi aur side se underboob bhi jhalak raha tha. “Fuck baby… tu aise hi rahe aaj. Koi bhi aaye toh uska lund khada ho jaayega,” Vikram ne muskurate hue kaha.

Ananya ne sharmaate hue apne boobs ko cover karne ki koshish ki, “Vikram… yeh bahut chhota hai. Agar koi delivery boy aaya toh? Main kya bolungi?” Vikram ne usko kheench kar kiss kiya, “Bol dena accident se ho gaya. Aur main yahin hoon na… tu bas enjoy kar. Tere hesitation ko dekh kar hi mera lund khada ho jaata hai.”

Shaam ko garmi badh gayi thi. AC ki cooling kam hone lagi thi aur bedroom ka ceiling fan bhi awaaz kar raha tha. Vikram ne bola, “Baby, AC repair karwa lete hain. Online book kar diya… do ladke aane wale hain. Tu aise hi rehna… pink top aur shorts mein. Dekhna kitna maza aayega.” Ananya ki aankhein badi ho gayi, “Do ladke? Vikram… please mat kar. Main sharma jaungi. Unke saamne aise kapde…?” Lekin uski awaaz mein ab purana resistance kam tha, excitement zyada.

Vikram ne uske chehre ko haathon mein liya, pyar se, “Jaan, main tujhe force nahi kar raha. Agar nahi comfortable toh change kar le. Lekin soch… do young, handsome ladke… tere heavy mamme dekh kar unki nazar kaise atakegi. Tu bas thoda bend hona, thoda stretch karna… main yahin baith ke dekhunga aur tujhe encourage karunga. Tu meri hotwife banegi aaj… sirf thoda sa.”

Ananya ne apne lips kaat liya, aankhein neeche ki. Uske mann mein ladai chal rahi thi – sharm vs lust. “Theek hai… lekin sirf dekhne tak. Aur agar woh touch kare toh main mana kar dungi. Promise karo tum paas rahoge.” Vikram ne usko tight hug kiya, “Promise baby. Aur agar tu mana karegi toh main rok dunga. Lekin main jaanta hoon andar se tu bhi excited hai.”

Half hour baad doorbell baji. Ananya ka dil zor se dhak dhak kar raha tha. Usne ek last look mirror mein liya – off-shoulder top se uska left shoulder pura nanga, neckline se boobs ka 70% hissa bahar, nipples abhi bhi poke kar rahe the kyunki garmi se paseena aa raha tha. Shorts itni low thi ki jab woh chalti thi toh panty ke side strings dikh jaate the. Vikram ne darwaza khola.

Andar aaye do jawan ladke – Raj 24 saal ka, gym jaise muscular body, tight black t-shirt aur jeans mein. Uske saath uska dost Karan, 25 saal, thoda slim lekin tall aur handsome, same uniform. Dono ko Ananya ko dekh kar hi shock laga. Raj ne seedhe uske boobs pe nazar daali aur jaldi se upar ki.

“Sir, AC aur fan ka issue?” Raj ne pucha, lekin uski awaaz mein thoda sa lap laga hua tha.

Vikram ne muskurate hue unko bedroom ki taraf le gaya, “Haan bhai, yahin hai. Meri biwi Ananya ghar pe hi rehti hai… garmi bahut hai toh woh bhi pareshan hai.” Ananya kitchen se paani ka glass le kar aayi, bend hokar table pe rakhne lagi. Jaise hi woh jhuki, uske heavy mamme ne top ko aur neeche khinch liya – nipples ke upar tak cleavage dikhai de rahi thi, aur side se left boob ka full curve bahar aa gaya tha. Raj aur Karan dono ki nazar wahi atak gayi.

Ananya ne jaldi se seedha hokar apne boobs cover karne ki koshish ki, gaal laal, “Sorry… garmi mein fabric slip ho jaata hai.” Lekin Vikram ne usko dekha aur aankh maari – encouragement wali.

Raj ne ladder lagayi aur upar chadh gaya, Karan neeche tools de raha tha. Ananya ko Vikram ne kitchen se bulaya, “Baby, unko paani de na.” Ananya ne thoda hesitate kiya lekin gayi. Jab woh Raj ke paas khadi hui paani dene, usne upar haath uthaya toh top ka right strap slip ho gaya shoulder se. Ab uska right boob almost half bahar tha, underboob pura dikh raha tha. Raj ne neeche se direct view liya aur uska lund jeans mein khada hota mehsoos kiya.

“Madam… aapki tank top…” Raj ne sharmaate hue bola.

Ananya ne jaldi strap theek kiya lekin uski awaaz mein playful shyness thi, “Arre… yeh fan ki hawa se ho jaata hai. Sorry.” Usne Vikram ki taraf dekha jo sofa pe baitha tha aur dheere se smile kar raha tha. Vikram ne phone pe message kiya: “Baby tu bahut hot lag rahi hai. Unko tease kar… main yahin hoon.”

Ananya ka mann ab hil raha tha. Usne apni hesitation ko side karte hue, fan ke neeche khadi hokar apne baal khole aur stretch kiya – dono haath upar. Top pura upar chadh gaya, underboob full expose, aur shorts se uski chut ki shape bhi dikhne lagi. Karan ne tools rakh kar dekha aur uska muh khula reh gaya.

Vikram ne dheere se uth kar Ananya ke paas aaya, uske kaan mein whisper kiya, “Jaan… abhi bhi hesitate kar rahi hai? Dekh unki nazar… tujhe chodna chahte hain. Main chahta hoon tu unko feel kare. Tu meri hai, hamesha rahegi… bas aaj thoda sa enjoy kar.”

Ananya ne uske seene pe haath rakh kar softly bola, “Vikram… yeh do ladke hain. Main kya karun? Sharm aa rahi hai… lekin… andar se kuch ho raha hai. Agar main unko thoda aur dikhau toh?” Vikram ne uske lips pe kiss kiya sabke saamne, “Haan baby. Tu clever ban… naturally tease kar. Main paas hi rahunga.”

Ab game badla. Ananya ne jaan bujh kar Raj ke ladder ke paas khadi hokar usko tools dene shuru kiya. Har baar bend karte hue uske mamme ladder ke upar se almost nipples tak dikhte. Raj ka haath uske haath ko touch karta, aur Ananya sharma kar haath kheench leti lekin dheere dheere rukne lagi.

Karan neeche se fan ke blades clean kar raha tha jab Ananya ne uske paas baith kar paani diya. Uske shorts itne tight the ki jab woh baithi, panty side se dikh gayi – clean shaved chut ka outline. Karan ki aankhein wahi thi. “Madam… aap bahut beautiful ho,” usne dheere se bola.

Ananya ne sharmaate hue apne thighs close kiye lekin Vikram ki taraf dekha jo nodding kar raha tha. “Thank you… lekin aap log kaam karo na,” usne playfully bola, lekin uski awaaz mein ab excitement tha.

Kaam khatam hone mein almost ek ghanta laga. Jab dono ladke pack kar rahe the, Vikram ne bola, “Bhai, bahut garmi hai… paani piyo. Aur haan, meri biwi ko thoda massage bhi de do… uski back pain hai. Extra pay karunga.”

Raj aur Karan dono shocked the lekin excited. Ananya ne Vikram ko ghoora, “Vikram… yeh kya? Massage?” Lekin uski body already react kar rahi thi – nipples hard, chut geeli.

Vikram ne usko bedroom le ja kar privately bola, “Baby, abhi bhi hesitate kar rahi hai? Dekh… main tujhe pyar karta hoon. Yeh sirf mazaa hai. Tu unko bol de ki sirf shoulders aur back. Agar uncomfortable lage toh stop. Lekin main jaanta hoon tu chahti hai… tere thighs kaise kaanp rahe hain.”

Ananya ne uske gale lag kar softly kaha, “Theek hai… lekin tum paas baithna. Aur agar main mana karun toh rok dena. Promise?” Vikram ne uske forehead pe kiss kiya, “Promise jaan. Tu meri hotwife hai aaj… aur main tujhe dekh kar hi jhadne wala hoon.”

Woh teeno bedroom mein gaye. Ananya bed pe let gayi face down. Raj ne oil liya aur uske shoulders pe haath rakha. Karan ne pairon ke paas baith kar. Jaise hi Raj ka haath Ananya ke off-shoulder top ke neeche gaya, usne dheere se top ko aur neeche khinch diya – ab dono shoulders nange, back pura expose.

Ananya ne halki si siski li, “Raj… dheere se… sharm aa rahi hai.” Lekin uski gaand thodi upar uth gayi thi. Vikram sofa pe baitha dekh raha tha, apna lund bahar nikaal kar dheere se ragad raha tha.

Raj ka haath neeche jaane laga, top ko aur slide kiya. Ananya ke heavy mamme bed pe dab rahe the, side se bahar nikal rahe the. Karan ne uske thighs pe oil lagaya aur upar ki taraf badha. “Madam… aapki skin bahut soft hai,” Karan ne bola.

Ananya ne face pillow mein chhupa liya lekin uski awaaz ab soft thi, “Vikram… dekh rahe ho na? Yeh… bahut bold ho rahe hain.” Vikram ne pyar se bola, “Haan jaan, enjoy kar. Unko bol… aur neeche bhi karo.”

Ananya ne hesitation ke saath bola, “Raj… Karan… thoda aur neeche… back pain hai.” Raj ne top ko pura neeche khinch diya ab Ananya sirf shorts mein thi upar se nangi. Uske mamme bed se bahar spill ho rahe the. Raj ne uske gaand ke upar tak haath badhaya aur Karan ne thighs ko spread kiya.

Ab escalation tez hua. Ananya ka body kaanp raha tha. Usne karvat li aur ab upar let gayi – boobs pura expose, nipples hard aur brown. “Ohh… yeh kya ho raha hai,” usne sharmaate hue bola lekin haath nahi uthaya.

Raj ne uske ek mamme ko haath mein liya, “Madam… bahut beautiful.” Ananya ne siski bhari, “Raj… dheere… mera husband yahin hai.” Lekin uski aankhein band ho gayi thi aur chut se geela pan shorts pe dikhne laga.

Vikram ne aage badh kar uske haath ko pakda aur bola, “Baby… ab surrender kar de. Unka lund dekh… dono ke jeans phatne wale hain tere liye. Tu meri hotwife hai… maze le.”

Ananya ne aankhein kholi, Raj aur Karan ko dekha, phir Vikram ko. Uske mann mein sharm ab lust mein badal rahi thi. “Theek hai… lekin pyaar se shuru karo,” usne dheere se bola.

Raj ne uske shorts ko neeche khinch diya – black lace panty ab dikhi. Karan ne panty side se haath daal kar uski chut ko touch kiya. Ananya ne jhatke se kamar uthayi, “Ahhh… Karan… yeh… bahut achha lag raha hai.” Ab uski hesitation pura gayi thi.

Pehla sex scene shuru hua – slow aur teasing. Raj ne apna mota lund bahar nikala – 7 inch ka thick. Karan ka bhi same. Ananya ne dono ko haathon mein liya, “Itne bade… mera chut toh chhota hai.” Lekin usne Raj ka lund apne muh mein liya, deep throat karte hue gag ki, gaand Karan ke muh mein.

Vikram paas baitha tha, “Haan jaan… chos unka lund. Kitni sexy lag rahi hai tu.”

Phir hardcore phase. Raj ne Ananya ko missionary mein pelna shuru kiya – ek hi jhatke mein pura lund andar. Ananya ki cheekhein phail gayi, “Ohhh fuck… faad diya meri chut ko! Ahhh pel do… zor se!” Uske mamme hil rahe the, bangles jingle kar rahe the. Karan uske muh mein lund thok raha tha.

Sweat se sab geele, room mein sex ki khushboo. Ananya ki gaand pe Raj ne zor zor se thapad maare – laal nishaan pad gaye. “Teri gaand bahut tight hai madam… maarun kya?” Ananya ne cheekhte hue bola, “Haan maaro… thok do meri gaand ko bhi!”

Position badla – Ananya doggy mein, Raj peeche se pel raha tha, Karan neeche se uske mamme chus raha tha. Uske thighs kaanp rahe the, chut se paani nikal raha tha. “Vikram… dekh na… yeh dono mujhe chod rahe hain… main pehle kabhi itna nahi jhadi!” Usne squirted – Karan ke muh pe.

Vikram ne uske baal pakad kar pyar se bola, “Jaan tu meri queen hai. Unko bhar de apni chut mein.”

Dono ne baari baari creampie kiya – pehle Raj ne andar bhar diya, phir Karan. Cum uski chut se bahar nikal raha tha, dono ne use ungli se andar dhakela. Ananya ki body hil rahi thi, aankhein ghum rahi thi, “Aur… aur chahiye… faad do mujhe!”

Doosra round – ab wilder. Ananya ne Raj pe baith kar ride kiya, uske heavy mamme upar neeche, Karan ne uski gaand mein ungli daali. Phir double – ek lund chut mein, dusra muh mein. Bangles aur payal ki awaaz poore room mein. “Chodo mujhe dono… meri chut aur muh bhar do!” Ananya ab shameless ho chuki thi, puri tarah surrender.

Teesra round tender tha – dheere dheere, kissing, biting. Phir phir se animalistic – hair pulling, light choking, gaand pe zor ke thapad. Ananya ne chaar baar jhada, har baar zor se cheekhti, “Main mar gayi… yeh mazaa… kabhi nahi mila!”

Last mein dono ne uske boobs pe aur chut pe cum kiya. Ananya leti hui thi, body sweat aur cum se chamak rahi thi, smile chehre pe.

Vikram ne usko god mein liya, uske lips pe kiss kiya, “Baby… tu bahut khoobsurat thi aaj. Main tujhe aur bhi pyar karta hoon ab. Yeh hamara secret rahega… aur agar tu chahe toh phir kabhi.”

Ananya ne uske seene pe sar rakh kar aankhein band ki, uski chut abhi bhi thodi si kaanp rahi thi, “Vikram… thank you. Yeh sab tumhari wajah se. Ab main teri hotwife hoon… hamesha. Lekin sirf tujhe pata hoga kab aur kaise.”

Dono ek dusre ko tight hug kiye, afterglow mein. Bahar Raj aur Karan chale gaye the, lekin Ananya ke mann mein ab ek naya addiction tha – aur Vikram ka fantasy ab unka shared passion ban chuka tha.

Mumbai ke Andheri ke ek upscale apartment complex mein, 14th floor pe ek chhoti si duniya thi – Vikram aur Anika Mehra ki. Vikram, 32 saal ka sharp IT project manager, subah 8 baje gym jaake wapas aata, laptop pe baith jaata aur raat 10 baje tak kaam khatam karta. Anika, 28 saal ki, ek freelance interior designer, ghar pe hi kaam karti thi. Unka ghar modern tha – open kitchen, big balcony with city view, aur bedroom mein king-size bed jahaan har shaam unki chhoti si duniya simat jaati thi.

Har subah routine same thi. Anika kitchen mein khadi hoti, tight black yoga pants mein jo uski gol gaand pe bilkul chipak jaate, aur upar ek loose crop top jo uske underboob ko halka sa dikhaata. Sweat se bhigi hui skin pe fabric cling karta, nipples thode se poke karte kyunki AC thanda tha. Vikram coffee leke aata, peeche se usko hug karta aur uske kaan mein whisper karta, “Baby, aaj bhi itni hot lag rahi hai ki koi dekh lega toh control nahi hoga.” Anika hassti, thoda sharmaati, “Vikram, bas karo na… subah-subah yeh sab?” Lekin uske cheeks pe laal si glow aa jaati.

Unki sex life acchi thi, lekin routine. Vikram pyar karta tha, lekin Anika ko kabhi-kabhi lagta ki kuch missing hai – woh intense, animal jaisa passion jo pehle college days mein hota tha. Ek din balcony pe baithke coffee peete hue Vikram ne topic uthaya. “Anika, suno… main ek baat soch raha tha. Tumhe kabhi kisi aur ladke ko dekhte hue dekha hai maine, aur sach bataun toh mujhe bahut garam lagta hai.” Anika ki aankhein badi ho gayi. “Kya? Vikram, pagal ho gaye ho kya? Main tumhari biwi hoon!” Usne playfully uske chest pe thappad maara, lekin uski awaaz mein ek chhoti si curiosity thi.

Vikram ne usko apne lap pe baitha liya, haath uski thighs pe. “Baby, I love you more than anything. Yeh koi cheating nahi hai. Main chahta hoon ki tum feel karo woh wild pleasure jo main akela nahi de paata. Tumhe dekhna, kisi aur ke saath confident aur sexy… fuck, it turns me on so much.” Anika ne sharmaate hue uske chest pe sir rakh diya. “Par… main aisi ladki nahi hoon. Log kya sochenge? Aur tum jealous nahi hoge?” Vikram ne uske lips pe kiss kiya, dheere se. “Jealousy toh hogi, lekin woh jealousy hi mera fuel hai. Promise, sab tumhari marzi se. Agar nahi comfortable, toh kabhi nahi.”

Uske baad se har din chhoti-chhoti baatein hone lagi. Gym mein jaate hue Anika ko notice karne wale ladkon ke baare mein tease karta. “Dekha usne kaise tumhari ass ko ghoor raha tha? Tumhe pata hai kitni hot ho tum.” Anika hassti, “Bas karo na, main toh sirf workout karti hoon.” Lekin andar se ek naya thrill feel hone laga tha. Woh apne kapde thode change karne lagi – crop tops zyada short, necklines deep, aur kabhi-kabhi woh tight tank top jo uske boobs ko perfectly highlight karta, sideboob clearly visible.

Phir aaya woh din jab building mein naya tenant shift hua – Karan Sharma, 29 saal ka, tall, broad shoulders, gym-honed body, ek successful fitness influencer aur personal trainer. Usne next door flat liya tha. Pehli mulaqaat lift mein hui. Karan ne smile kiya, “Hi, main Karan, nayi shift hua hoon.” Anika ne reply kiya, thoda nervous, “Hi… Anika. Welcome.” Uske tight t-shirt se uske chest muscles dikhte the, aur Anika ka dil thoda tez dhada. Ghar aake usne Vikram ko bataya. Vikram ki aankhein chamak uthi. “Achha? To ab humare padosi bhi ek fitness god hain? Baby, tumhe toh invite karna chahiye kabhi gym ke tips ke liye.”

Agla hafte bhar slow buildup chalta raha. Karan subah gym jaata, Anika ko lift mein milta. Ek din usne casually kaha, “Anika, agar kabhi personal training chahiye toh batao, building gym mein hi hoon main.” Anika ne ghar aake Vikram ko bataya, sharmaate hue. Vikram ne usko kiss kiya, haath uske crop top ke andar daalte hue. “Baby, yeh chance hai. Tumhe dekhna hai main chahta hoon uske saath confident. Dress sexy kal, aur baat karo usse. Main yahin hoon, loving you more than ever.”

Anika ne thoda resist kiya. “Vikram… yeh sahi hai? Main sirf tumhari hoon. Kya agar woh galat samjhe?” Vikram ne uske gaal pe kiss kiya. “Baby, main tumhe itna pyar karta hoon ki tumhe khush dekhna hi mera goal hai. Tum try karo, agar nahi feel good, toh stop. Par main jaanta hoon tum andar se curious ho.” Us raat unhone passionate sex kiya, Vikram uske kaan mein whisper karta raha, “Socho Karan tumhe touch kar raha hai… kitna hot lagega.” Anika ne pehli baar moan kiya with extra intensity.

Doosre din Anika ne ek new outfit try kiya – ek white spaghetti strap tank top jo bahut low cut tha, deep cleavage dikhaata, aur neeche high-waist shorts jo uski smooth thighs ko expose karte the. Sweat se tank top thoda transparent ho gaya tha gym ke baad. Lift mein Karan mila. “Wow Anika, aaj toh bilkul glowing ho.” Anika ne sharmaate hue smile kiya, “Thanks… gym ja rahi thi.” Ghar aake Vikram ne usko dekhke turant hug kiya. “Baby, tumhe dekhke uski aankhein kitni hungry thi! Tumne notice kiya?” Anika ne uske chest pe chhupate hue kaha, “Haan… par maine kuch nahi kiya. Bas smile kiya.” Vikram ka lund already hard tha. “Yeh hi toh shuruaat hai. Kal dinner pe invite karte hain usko. Main cook karunga, tum bas sexy bano.”

Anika ne thoda hesitate kiya. “Vikram, dinner? Akela aayega woh. Kya plan hai?” Vikram ne usko mirror ke saamne leke khada kiya, peeche se hug karke uske boobs ko cup kiya. “Plan yeh hai ki tum apne aap ko enjoy karo. Main yahin baithunga, watch karunga, aur tumhe encourage karunga. Tum meri hotwife banogi, baby. Slowly, no pressure.” Anika ne mirror mein uski aankhon mein dekha, uske cheeks laal. “Tum sach mein chahte ho na? Mujhe koi guilt nahi hoga?” Vikram ne uske neck pe kiss kiya. “Guilt zero. Sirf pleasure aur mera pyar badhega.”

Uske baad planning ke din the. Har shaam baatein hoti. Anika: “Par agar woh touch kare toh?” Vikram: “Toh let him, baby. Tum enjoy karo. Main yahin hoon, tumhe dekhke aur pyar karta hoon.” Anika dheere dheere excited hone lagi. “Tumhe jealous nahi lagega?” Vikram: “Lagega, lekin woh jealousy mera cock ko aur hard banayegi. Trust me.”

Dinner ka din aaya. Karan ko invite kiya gaya. Anika ne choose kiya ek black off-shoulder top jo uske shoulders aur upper boobs ko expose karta, deep neckline mein cleavage killer thi, aur neeche ek short pleated skirt jo har movement pe thighs show karti. Bangles haath mein, payal pairon mein. Kitchen mein help karte hue Karan ne uske saath baatein ki – fitness, travel, life. Vikram bar pe drinks bana raha tha, smile karta dekh raha tha. Karan ka nazar baar-baar Anika ke cleavage pe jaati.

Dinner ke baad balcony pe baithke drinks. Lights dim. Karan ne kaha, “Anika, tum bahut beautiful ho. Vikram lucky hai.” Vikram ne playfully bola, “Haan, lekin woh deserve karti hai extra attention bhi.” Anika ne sharmaate hue glass pe sip liya. “Arre, aap log kya bol rahe ho.”

Thoda aur baatein, phir Karan ne casually Anika ke haath pe haath rakh diya jab woh drink le rahi thi. Anika ka dil tez dhada, lekin usne haath nahi hataya. Vikram ne notice kiya aur smile kiya. “Baby, comfortable feel kar rahi ho na?” Anika ne uski taraf dekha, aankhon mein mix of shyness aur excitement. “Haan… par yeh sab naya hai.”

Karan samajh gaya vibe. Usne dheere se Anika ke shoulder pe haath rakha. “Tumhe agar pasand nahi toh batao.” Anika ne thoda hesitate kiya, “Nahi… bas… Vikram?” Vikram ne usko encouraging smile diya. “Baby, enjoy karo. Main yahin hoon. Yeh tumhara moment hai.”

Karan ne uske neck pe ek light kiss kiya. Anika ka body shiver kiya. “Karan… yeh… main pehli baar…” Karan ne uske lips pe kiss kiya, slow aur deep. Anika ne pehle soft resistance kiya, haath uske chest pe, lekin phir surrender kar gayi. Vikram chair pe baitha, lund hard, dekh raha tha. “Fuck baby, tum itni sexy lag rahi ho uske saath.”

Kiss deep hota gaya. Karan ne uske off-shoulder top ke strap ko slide kiya, ek boob almost spill hone wala tha. Anika ne sharmaate hue rokne ki koshish ki, “Karan… dheere… Vikram dekh raha hai.” Karan ne muskura ke kaha, “Woh toh enjoy kar raha hai.” Vikram bola, “Haan baby, let him. Tumhari body itni perfect hai, show karo usko.”

Karan ne top ko neeche khinch diya. Anika ke full, firm boobs spill out hue, pink nipples hard. Karan ne ek nipple chusna shuru kiya. Anika ki aankhein band, moan nikla, “Aahh… Karan…” Vikram ne apna cock bahar nikaal ke stroke karna shuru kiya. “Baby, tum itni hot ho… let go completely.”

Undressing slow aur sensual thi. Karan ne skirt ka button khola, skirt neeche giri. Anika ab sirf black lace panties mein thi, sweat se chamak rahi skin. Usne Karan ke t-shirt utara, uske abs pe haath ferte hue. Vikram encourage karta raha, “Baby, usko chho lo… feel karo uski strength.”

Bedroom mein shift hue. Karan ne Anika ko bed pe litaya. Usne panties ko dheere se utara, Anika ki clean shaved pussy wet thi already. Karan ne uski thighs ko chaata, tongue se clit pe play kiya. Anika ki thighs tremble hue, “Ohh fuck… Karan… yeh bahut achha lag raha hai…” Uske inner thoughts: *Pehle toh sharm aa rahi thi, par ab sirf lust hai… Vikram dekh raha hai aur mujhe aur zyada garam kar raha hai.*

Vikram paas baitha, uske haath Anika ke haath mein. “Baby, tum itni wet ho… enjoy karo. Yeh tumhara hai aaj.” Karan ne apna cock bahar nikala – thick, veiny, 8 inch. Anika ne usko haath mein liya, sharmaate hue, “Itna bada… dheere se.” Karan ne uske muh mein daala. Anika ne deep-throat try kiya, gagging sounds, saliva drip. “Gllkk… aahh…” Vikram praise karta, “Dekho baby, kitni good hotwife ho tum.”

Phir main action shuru. Karan ne Anika ko missionary mein daala, cock ko uski pussy pe rub kiya. Anika ne soft protest kiya, “Karan… condom?” Karan ne condom laga liya (sab safe aur planned). Phir ghusa diya. Anika ki aankhein khuli, “Aaaahhh… faad diya… bahut mota hai!” Karan ne slow strokes shuru kiye, phir speed badhai. Slapping sounds, bangles jingling wildly. Anika ki gaand pe Karan ne hard spank maara, red marks. “Teri gaand kitni tight hai Anika!”

Anika ab full surrender. “Chod na mujhe Karan… zor se thok na!” Vikram ne uske lips pe kiss kiya, “Baby, scream karo… main chahta hoon tumhe aise dekhna.” Position change – doggy. Karan ne uske baal pakde, pelne laga. Anika ki back arched, “Haan… pel do… faad do meri chut!” Wet squelching, sweat everywhere. Karan ne usko fingered jab tak woh squirt nahi kar gayi, bedsheet geeli.

Pehla creampie (condom hatake, agreed). Karan ne andar bhar diya, cum overflow. Anika ki body convulse, legs shake uncontrollably. “Cumming… ohh fuck I’m cumming so hard!” Vikram ne uske forehead pe kiss kiya, “Meri hotwife… kitna beautiful lag rahi ho lost in pleasure.”

Brief tender moment – Anika ne Vikram ko kiss kiya, “Thank you baby… yeh unbelievable hai.” Phir lust reignited. Ab round two. Karan ne usko cowgirl mein baitha liya. Anika ne khud ride kiya, boobs bounce, nipples hard. “Chos na inko Karan!” Karan ne chuse. Vikram paas khada, uske boobs dabata. Dirty talk wild: Karan – “Teri chut ko bhar deta hoon har baar… meri hot randi ban ja aaj.” Anika – “Haan… bana do… pelte raho mujhe!”

Hard pounding, hair pulling, light choking – sab affectionate lekin raw. Anika ki screams pura flat fill kar rahi thi. “Maar na… thok na zor se… aahh Karan!” Dusra creampie, cum uski thighs pe drip. Phir third round – spooning, slow but deep, phir animalistic. Anika multiple orgasms, body limp par lust abhi bhi high.

Raat bhar teen rounds hue, har baar Vikram close, praising, “Baby, tum itni sexy ho jab yeh tumhe chod raha hai… main aur pyar kar raha hoon tumse.” Subah hote hote Anika exhausted lekin glowing thi. Karan ne goodbye kiss diya, “Anytime Anika… Vikram, tum dono amazing ho.”

Afterglow mein Vikram ne Anika ko godi mein liya, uske sweat bhare body ko cuddle kiya. “Baby, aaj tumne mujhe itna khush kiya. Yeh humara naya chapter hai.” Anika ne uske chest pe sir rakh ke kaha, softly, “Mujhe bhi… par tum hi mera sabse bada love ho. Kal phir plan karte hain?” Vikram muskuraaya, “Haan baby… ab yeh hamara secret passion hai.”

Unki bond aur strong ho gayi thi – pyar, lust aur trust ka perfect mix. Aur Karan ab regular “guest” banne wala tha.

Pune ki barsaat bahut tez thi us din. 14th floor ke apartment mein paani ki boondein khidkiyon pe tap-tap kar rahi thi, aur andar AC ki thandi hawa mein Priya aur Vikram ka ghar jaise ek chhota sa nasha bhara hua tha. Vikram, 30 saal ka, ek mid-level manager tha ek MNC mein. Din bhar meetings, calls, aur ghar aate hi Priya ke saath hi lag jaata. Priya, 27 saal ki, ghar se hi freelance graphic designing karti thi. Uski body… bilkul filmi thi – 5’5” ki height, bhari-bhari 36DD boobs jo har kapde mein zor se ubhar aate, patli kamar jo curve banati, aur gol, tight gaand jo chalte waqt halke se hilti rehti. Lambi straight black hair, glowing fair skin, aur woh hamesha thodi si sharmili muskaan – log dekhte hi ruk jaate.

Subah ka scene bahut pyara tha. Vikram gym se wapas aaya tha, body thodi si paseene se chamak rahi thi. Priya kitchen mein khadi thi – ek thin white spaghetti strap tank top pehni hui, jo deep plunging neckline wala tha. Top itna tight aur short tha ki uske heavy boobs neeche se underboob dikh raha tha, aur thande AC mein uske brown nipples clearly poke kar rahe the. Neeche sirf ek ultra-short cotton shorts, jo uski thighs ko barely cover kar raha tha aur gaand ke neeche se thoda sa under-cheek bhi dikha raha tha.

“Jaan, coffee ready hai,” Priya ne muskurate hue kaha, apne hair ko side mein karte hue.

Vikram uske peeche aa kar usko seene se laga liya. Uske haath Priya ke kamar pe the. “Baby, tu itni hot lag rahi hai subah-subah. Yeh top… waah. Teri cleavage itni deep hai ki main control nahi kar paa raha.”

Priya halke se sharma gayi, uske gaal laal hue. “Arre nahi Vikram… yeh toh ghar ka hi hai. Bahar toh main aise nahi pehenti na. Log kya kahenge?”

Vikram ne uske neck pe kiss kiya aur dheere se bola, “Log kya kahenge yeh sochne ki zarurat nahi. Mujhe toh bahut accha lagta hai jab tu aise bold pehenti hai. Sach bataun? Kai mahine se ek fantasy mere dimag mein ghum raha hai… ki main tujhe kisi aur ke saath dekhun. Tu uske saamne khule dil se enjoy kare. Main paas baith kar tujhe encourage karun… aur dekhun ki meri Priya kitni khush hoti hai.”

Priya ka haath ruk gaya. Woh palat kar uski taraf dekhi, aankhein badi-badi. “Kya bol rahe ho tum? Main teri biwi hoon Vikram… aisa kaise ho sakta hai? Mujhe toh bilkul nahi samajh aa raha.”

Lekin uski awaaz mein sirf sharm aur thodi si curious si halki si hichkichahat thi, na ki gussa.

Vikram ne pyar se uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya. “Baby, main force nahi kar raha. Bas soch ke dekho. Hum dono ka sex life toh accha hai, lekin main chahta hoon ki tu aur zyada feel kare. Koi strong, handsome mard tujhe touch kare, tere boobs ko dabaye, aur tu pagal ho jaaye maze se. Main yahin rahunga… tera haath pakad ke. Tu jitna comfortable ho, utna hi.”

Priya ne uske chest pe sir rakh diya. “Pagal ho kya? Main aise kisi ke saamne kaise… sharma jaungi main. Aur waise bhi, kaun karega aisa?”

“Humare building mein hi ek naya tenant aaya hai – Karan. 32 saal, gym trainer aur personal coach. Solid body, friendly. Kal hi society meeting mein mila tha. Main soch raha tha dinner pe invite karun. Sirf baat karne ke liye… phir jo hoga, naturally.”

Priya ne dheere se sar hilaya, lekin uski aankhon mein ek nayi chamak thi. “Theek hai… lekin sirf dinner aur baat. Aur Vikram, agar mujhe uncomfortable lage toh turant rok dena, okay?”

“Promise baby. Tera comfort sabse pehle.”

Us din Priya kaam karte hue bhi baar-baar sochti rahi. Shaam ko jab Vikram ghar aaya, Priya ne kuch alag try kiya. Ek off-shoulder black camisole jo uske shoulders aur upper boobs ko khula chhod raha tha, deep neckline mein cleavage bahut zyada dikh rahi thi. Neeche ek short grey lounge skirt jo thighs ke upar tak sirf 4-5 inch hi thi. Fabric itna soft aur thin tha ki uske nipples halke se dikhte the.

“Waah jaan… yeh kya baat hai?” Vikram ne usko ghuma kar dekha, uski aankhein chamak rahi thi.

Priya ne sharmate hue apne arms cross kiye, jo uske boobs ko aur bhi press kar raha tha. “Tumhari baat yaad aa rahi thi… toh socha thoda try karun. Lekin yeh bahut exposing hai na? Main ghar ke bahar aise nahi nikal sakti.”

Vikram ne usko kiss kiya, haath uske underboob pe ghumate hue. “Baby, ghar mein hi toh hai. Aur mujhe yeh dekh kar bahut maza aa raha hai. Kal Karan ko bula lete hain dinner pe. Tu aise hi ready hona… main paas rahunga.”

Priya ne halke se uske lips pe bite kiya. “Arre nahi… agar woh dekh lega toh kya sochega? Main sharma jaungi Vikram. Please dheere se shuru karna.”

“Main hoon na tere saath. Tu bas relax kar aur apne dil ki sun.”

Us raat bed pe bhi Vikram ne fantasy share ki. Priya ke upar let kar, uske andar dheere se ghusedte hue woh uske kaan mein whisper kar raha tha, “Soch… Karan tere in heavy boobs ko chus raha hai… tu uske liye moan kar rahi hai.” Priya us raat bahut zyada wet hui thi, uske moans normal se zyada loud the.

Agla din barsaat aur tez thi. Vikram ne Karan ko message kiya dinner ke liye. Karan ne turant haan bol diya. Priya din bhar thodi nervous thi lekin andar se excited bhi feel kar rahi thi. Shaam 7 baje tak woh ready hui – ek deep red halter neck crop top jo sirf neck pe tie tha, front mein bahut deep plunge, sideboob almost pura dikh raha tha aur underboob bhi halka sa. Neeche ek ultra-short black denim skirt jo uski gol gaand ko tight se wrap kiye hue thi, har baar jhukne pe panty line dikh jaati.

Karan aaya – tall, broad shoulders, tight polo shirt mein muscles saaf dikhte the, friendly smile. “Hi Priya, bahut beautiful lag rahi ho aaj. Yeh weather bhi romantic hai.”

Priya ne muskurate hue thanks kaha, lekin uske gaal laal the. Dinner ke dauran wine khuli. Baatein normal se shuru hui – Pune ki traffic, gyms, movies. Vikram ne dheere se Priya ke thigh pe haath rakha aur squeeze kiya. Karan notice kar raha tha Priya ke boobs ko – jab woh hasi toh cleavage aur gehri ho gayi.

Raat 10:30 baje lights dim ho gayi. Vikram ne finally topic touch kiya, pyar se. “Karan bhai, ek personal baat hai. Main aur Priya… hum dono ek nayi cheez try karna chahte hain. Priya ko thoda explore karna hai, aur main usko full support karta hoon. Tu comfortable ho toh…”

Karan surprised tha lekin uski aankhein chamak uthi. “Seriously? Priya, tu okay hai isse?”

Priya ne neeche dekha, uski fingers apne skirt ke hem se khel rahi thi. “Main… main thodi nervous hoon. Yeh pehli baar hai. Agar kuch galat lage toh bata dena please. Vikram yahin rahega na?”

Vikram ne uske haath pakde. “Haan jaan. Main poora time yahin hoon. Tu jitna chahe, utna. Agar rukna ho toh bol dena. Main tujhe bahut pyar karta hoon isliye yeh chahta hoon ki tu maze le.”

Priya ne dheere se sar hilaya. “Theek hai… lekin bahut dheere se. Aur mujhe paas mat chhodna.”

Karan ne dheere se Priya ke paas baith kar uske haath pe kiss kiya. Priya kaampti thi. “Relax Priya… tu bahut sexy hai.”

Vikram ne muskurate hue kaha, “Baby, let him touch you. Teri yeh halter top mein tu kitni hot lag rahi hai. Open karne de usko.”

Priya ne halke se “Arre nahi… abhi se?” kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein excitement thi.

Karan ne halter top ke ties ko dheere se khola. Thin fabric neeche sarak gaya aur Priya ke heavy, round 36DD boobs bahar aa gaye – full, firm, nipples already hard. Priya ne instinctively haath se cover karne ki koshish ki. “Vikram… main sharma rahi hoon… yeh sabke saamne…”

“Baby, mat chhupa. Dekh kitne beautiful hain. Karan ko maze lene de,” Vikram ne pyar se kaha, uske baal sehlate hue.

Karan ne ek nipple ko muh mein liya aur chusne laga. Priya ki saans tez ho gayi, ek soft moan nikal gayi – “Mmmhh… aahh…”

Vikram bed ke paas baith gaya, Priya ka haath apne haath mein liye. Karan ne Priya ko utha kar bedroom le gaya. Vikram peeche-peeche.

Bed pe Priya ko litaya gaya. Karan ne uski short skirt ka button khola aur dheere se neeche sarak diya. Priya ki pink lace panties already wet thi. “Kitni wet ho gayi ho sweetheart,” Karan ne muskurate hue kaha.

Priya ne Vikram ki taraf dekha. “Jaan… yeh sach mein ho raha hai? Main pagal ho jaungi isse.”

Vikram ne uske forehead pe kiss kiya. “Haan baby. Enjoy kar. Tu meri hotwife hai aaj raat. Main yahin hoon.”

Karan ne panties bhi utar di. Uski smooth pussy glistening thi. Usne ek ungli andar daali aur dheere se andar-bahar karne laga. Priya ki back arch ho gayi, “Aahh Karan… dheere… bahut accha lag raha hai.”

Phir Karan ne apna shirt utara, solid chest aur abs dikhe. Jeans kholi – uska lund 8.5 inch ka, thick aur veiny. Priya ki aankhein chamak uthi.

Vikram ne dheere se bola, “Baby, haath mein le usko. Chus le agar mann kare.”

Priya ne sharma kar haath badhaya. Pehle sirf touch kiya, phir dheere se muh mein liya. Karan ke moans se kamra bhar gaya. Priya dheere-dheere deep throat karne lagi, kabhi gagging hoti, kabhi aur zor se chusti. “Mmmph… hmm…”

Vikram ne Priya ke hair ko gently pakad kar help kiya. “Bahut achha kar rahi hai jaan. Dekh kitna enjoy kar raha hai woh.”

Foreplay ke baad Karan ne Priya ko missionary position mein liya. Pehla thrust dheere tha, lekin jab pura andar gaya toh Priya ki cheekh nikal gayi – “Aaaahhh Karan… bahut mota hai… dheere pel rahe ho…”

Vikram paas baitha tha, Priya ke haath pakde hue. “Feel kar baby. Yeh tera naya maza hai. Zor se le le usko.”

Karan ne rhythm badhaya. Bed creak kar raha tha. Priya ke heavy boobs zor-zor se bounce kar rahe the, bangles ki awaaz aa rahi thi, uski payal bed ke saath jingle kar rahi thi. Sweat se uska body chamak raha tha. “Haan Karan… aur zor se… thok na mujhe…”

Pehla round lambi thi. Priya pehli baar itna zor se cum ki ki uski thighs kaanpne lagi, pussy se squirt nikal aaya. “Vikram… main… main control nahi kar paa rahi… bahut maza aa raha hai!”

Vikram ne uske lips pe kiss kiya. “I love you baby. Aur enjoy kar. Tu kitni sexy lag rahi hai aise.”

Position badli – doggy style. Karan ne Priya ki gaand pe hard spanks diye, laal nishaan pad gaye. Har spank pe Priya chillayi, “Haan… maar meri gaand… aur zor se!”

Vikram ne dekha uski biwi kaise khul rahi thi. Uska apna lund rock hard tha jealousy aur arousal ke mix se.

Cowgirl mein Priya khud upar-neeche ho rahi thi, uske boobs Karan ke muh ke paas. “Chos inko… pura muh bhar le… aahh!”

Dirty talk ab bold ho chuka tha. Karan bola, “Teri chut kitni tight aur garam hai Priya… main ise faad dunga aaj.” Priya ne jawab diya, “Haan faad de… pel de pura andar… chod mujhe jaise tu chahe!”

Second round mein Karan ne hard pounding kiya. Ek creampie – garam cum Priya ki pussy mein bhar diya. Jab woh bahar nikala toh cum overflow ho kar thighs pe behne laga. Karan ne ungli se kuch cum uthaya aur Priya ke muh mein diya. Priya ne aankhein band kar ke chata.

“Vikram dekh… uska cum andar hai mere… kitna garam hai,” Priya ne thaki hui lekin khush muskurahat ke saath kaha.

Vikram ne usko tightly hug kiya. “Baby, tu meri queen hai. Kitna beautiful lag rahi hai tu aise.”

Raat abhi baaki thi. Teesra round standing position mein – Priya ko wall ke saath laga kar Karan ne ghuseda. Priya ke ek leg uske kamar pe, payal jingle kar rahi thi. “Zor se pel… faad de meri chut Karan… main teri hoon aaj!”

Vikram paas khada tha, Priya ke boobs daba raha tha aur nipples pinch kar raha tha. “Scream for him baby. Let it all out.”

Priya ka dusra squirt – floor pe paani gir raha tha. Uski aankhein roll ho rahi thi, body convulsing kar rahi thi, legs uncontrollably kaanp rahe the.

Teen creampies ke baad raat ke 4 baje tak chala. Har baar Priya aur zyada bold aur needy hoti gayi. Finally Karan thak kar side pe let gaya.

Vikram ne Priya ko apne arms mein le liya. Uski body paseene, cum aur uske perfume ke mix se bhari hui thi. Priya ki saans abhi bhi tez thi, lekin chehre pe ek gehri satisfaction thi.

“Jaan… thank you,” Priya ne dheere se kaha, uske chest pe sir rakh kar. “Mujhe aisa feel kabhi nahi hua tha. Lekin sabse zyada khushi is baat ki hai ki tu yahan tha… dekh raha tha… aur mujhe encourage kar raha tha.”

Vikram ne uske hair sehlaaye. “Main bhi kabhi itna excited nahi tha. Tujhe aise khulte dekh kar mera pyaar aur gehra ho gaya hai. Tu meri hotwife hai ab… aur yeh sirf shuruaat hai.”

Priya ne muskurate hue aankhein band ki. “Kal subah uth kar main tujhe aur zyada pyar karungi… aur agar mann kare toh Karan ko phir bula sakte hain. Yeh feeling… bahut addictive hai jaan.”

Dono ek dusre ko tightly pakad kar so gaye. Bahar barsaat abhi bhi ho rahi thi, lekin andar unka nasha aur gehra ho chuka tha. Priya ki body abhi bhi halke se kaanp rahi thi – uski pehli wild hotwife raat ka afterglow. Vikram jaanta tha ki unka rishta ab aur strong, aur exciting ho chuka tha.

Rohan aur Anika ki shaadi ko chaar saal ho chuke the. Dono Gurgaon ke ek mid-level society mein rehte the – woh wala jahaan har building ke saamne chhoti si garden hoti hai, shaam ko log walk karte hain aur raat ko balcony se sirf distant traffic ki awaaz aati hai. Rohan 30 saal ka tha, ek private bank mein branch manager. Subah 7 baje uthkar gym jaata, phir office, raat ko ghar aakar thak kar gir jaata. Anika 26 ki thi, bahut sundar – lambi kaali ghunghrale baal, gori chamkili skin, aur woh curvy figure jo tight salwar kameez mein bhi sabka dhyan khinch leta tha. Woh ghar se hi ek small boutique run karti thi – designer kurtis aur jewelry online bechti thi. Dono ek dusre se sachcha pyar karte the, lekin bedroom mein kuch kami thi. Rohan pyar karta tha, lekin uska stamina kam ho gaya tha stress ki wajah se. Anika ko kabhi-kabhi lagta tha ki uske andar ek aag hai jo abhi tak bujhi nahi thi, lekin woh kabhi bolti nahi thi. Sharmati thi.

Ek normal shaam thi. Rohan office se jaldi aa gaya tha. Anika kitchen mein thi, yellow cotton salwar kameez pehne hue, dupatta kandhe se sark gaya tha. Uski kameez ka neck thoda deep tha, aur jab woh jhuk kar sabzi kaat rahi thi toh uske full, tight breasts ka shape saaf dikhai de raha tha. Rohan peeche se aaya, usko peeche se pakad liya aur uske gaal pe kiss kiya.

“Baby, aaj kal society mein naya ladka aaya hai na? Vikram. Gym trainer hai, building number 4 mein flat liya hai. Bahut fit dikhta hai,” Rohan ne halke se uske kaan mein kaha, uski awaaz mein pyar tha, teasing bhi.

Anika ka chehra turant laal ho gaya. Woh uske haathon se nikalne ki koshish karte hue boli, “Rohan, kya bakwas kar rahe ho? Main teri biwi hoon. Aise logon ko dekhne ka time kahan hai mujhe?”

Lekin Rohan ne use nahi chhoda. Usne usko apni taraf ghumaya aur aankhon mein aankhein daal kar bola, “Anika, sun toh sahi. Mujhe ek fantasy hai bahut din se. Dekhna chahta hoon ki tu kisi aur ke saath kitni khush, kitni wild ho sakti hai. Not to replace me, baby. Sirf dekhna chahta hoon ki meri pyari biwi ko woh maza mil sake jo main kabhi-kabhi nahi de paata. I love you so much ki tujhe dekh kar khud ko khush feel hota hai.”

Anika ke dil mein ek dhak se laga. Usne Rohan ko dhakka diya, aankhein bhar aayi thi. “Nahi Rohan… yeh galat hai. Main kaise soch sakti hoon aisa? Hamara rishta, hamari shaadi… log kya kahenge? Aur main… main teri hoon na? Yeh sab sochna bhi paap hai.”

Us raat dono ne normal sex kiya, lekin Anika ke dimag mein woh baat ghum rahi thi. Woh soch rahi thi – “Rohan itna pyar karta hai mujhse ki apni biwi ko dusre ke saath dekhna chahta hai? Kya main itni boring ho gayi hoon uske liye? Lekin… Vikram ko dekha tha maine kal balcony se. Bahut tall, broad shoulders, woh tight t-shirt mein muscles dikhte the. Nahi Anika, mat soch aisa. Tu married hai.”

Agla din society ki gym mein Anika workout karne gayi. Woh apni regular black leggings aur pink sports bra pehne thi, jo uske hips ko perfectly highlight karta tha. Vikram wahan tha, weights utha raha tha. Jab Anika treadmill par chadhi, Vikram ne smile kiya aur bola, “Hi, new member ho kya? Main Vikram, yahin rehta hoon ab.”

Anika ka dil tez dhadka. Usne sirf smile kiya aur “Haan… Anika,” bol kar apna focus treadmill par kar liya. Lekin mirror mein usne dekha ki Vikram uski taraf baar-baar dekh raha tha. Uske thighs pe paseena chamak raha tha, sports bra se uske cleavage ka hint dikhai de raha tha.

Ghar aakar usne Rohan ko bata diya. Rohan ka chehra khil utha. “Dekha? Usne tujhe notice kiya. Baby, aaj se tu gym jaate waqt thoda sexier dress pehen. Thodi deep neck wali top. Main chahta hoon tu comfortable feel kare apne body ke saath.”

Anika ne mana kiya. “Rohan please… yeh mat karo. Main sharmati hoon. Log kya sochenge?”

Lekin Rohan ne pyar se usko samjhaya. Har din chhoti-chhoti baatein – “Tu itni hot hai Anika, agar koi tujhe touch kare toh main jealous bhi ho jaunga lekin excited bhi.” Woh usko praise karta – “Meri hotwife banegi tu? Sirf mera fantasy ke liye.”

Teen hafte nikal gaye is tarah. Har shaam Rohan Anika ko tease karta, usko naye-naye lingerie dikhata, bolta “Yeh pehen ke Vikram ke saamne jaana ek baar.” Anika resist karti, lekin andar se ek ajeeb si excitement hone lagi thi. Woh raat ko akeli sochti – “Kya hoga agar main sirf baat kar loon usse? Sirf baat… kuch nahi aur. Rohan khush ho jayega. Aur main… main bhi toh feel karna chahti hoon kuch naya.”

Ek Friday evening power cut ho gaya pura society mein. Garmi bahut thi. Anika ne thin cotton nighty pehni thi – woh wali jo uske knees tak aati thi, straps thin, fabric almost see-through ho jata tha paseene se. Rohan ne kaha, “Vikram ko bula lete hain, uske paas generator hai shayad, ya candle le aaye.”

Anika ne mana kiya pehle, “Nahi Rohan, raat ke time usko bulaana theek nahi.” Lekin Rohan ne already message kar diya tha. Vikram 10 minute mein aa gaya, candle aur torch le kar. Woh vest aur shorts mein tha, uske arms ke muscles chamak rahe the.

Teeno balcony mein baith gaye. Hawa thodi thandi thi. Baatein shuru hui – normal, phir thodi personal. Vikram ne Anika ki taraf dekhte hue bola, “Bhabhi, aap bahut fit ho. Gym mein dekhta hoon aapko.”

Anika ka chehra laal. Usne apni nighty ke straps ko theek kiya, jo ek taraf se sarak gaya tha. Rohan ne smile kiya aur bola, “Vikram, meri biwi ko compliment de raha hai? Achha hai. Woh deserve karti hai.”

Us raat baatein lambi hui. Vikram chala gaya toh Rohan ne Anika ko bed par kheench liya. “Dekha? Uski aankhein tujhpe thi. Baby, kal dinner pe bula lete hain usko. Sirf dinner… aur jo hona ho dekh lenge.”

Anika ke dil mein toofan tha. Usne Rohan ke chest par sir rakh kar socha, “Yeh galat hai… lekin Rohan itna pyar se bol raha hai. Aur main… main bhi toh curious hoon. Sirf dekhungi, touch nahi karungi.”

Agla din Anika ne market se nayi deep-neck blouse aur red saree khareedi. Ghar aakar usne try ki. Blouse itna tight tha ki uske 36D breasts bilkul dab kar ubhar rahe the, cleavage deep aur seductive. Saree low-waist petticoat ke saath, navel almost visible.

Rohan ne dekh kar usko god mein utha liya. “Meri hot biwi… aaj raat Vikram aayega dinner pe. Tu aise hi ready rehna. Main chahta hoon woh tujhe dekhe aur pagal ho jaye.”

Anika ne phir resist kiya, “Rohan… main nahi kar paungi. Sharam aa rahi hai. Yeh sab… mera pati khud mujhe dusre ke saamne…”

Lekin Rohan ne usko kiss kiya aur bola, “Baby, tu meri hai hamesha. Bas enjoy kar. Main yahin hoon, tera pyar hamesha.”

Shaam 7 baje Vikram aaya. Dinner table par teeno baith gaye. Anika ki saree ka pallu thoda slip ho raha tha, blouse se uski back almost nangi dikhai de rahi thi. Vikram ki nazar baar-baar uske cleavage par ja rahi thi. Rohan ne notice kiya aur smile kiya, usne Anika ke haath par haath rakh kar halke se squeeze kiya – jaise encouragement.

Baatein sharabi hoti gayi. Wine khuli. Rohan ne kaha, “Vikram, meri biwi bahut shy hai lekin bahut passionate bhi. Tu usko thoda comfortable bana de.”

Anika ke dil mein guilt ka toofan – “Yeh kya ho raha hai? Main yahan husband ke saamne dusre mard ko apne body se tease kar rahi hoon? Lekin… uski aankhein… woh mujhe aise dekh raha hai jaise main uski hoon.”

Raat 10 baje tak lights dim ho gayi. Rohan ne suddenly kaha, “Vikram, Anika ko dance sikha de na. Woh bahut achha karti hai lekin kabhi nahi karti.”

Anika ne mana kiya, “Nahi Rohan… please.” Lekin Rohan ne usko utha diya aur Vikram ke saamne khada kar diya. Music chalu kiya phone se – slow romantic.

Vikram ne uska haath pakda. Pehli baar touch. Anika ka sharir siharra gaya. Usne pull back kiya, “Vikram… yeh theek nahi.”

Lekin Rohan ne peeche se usko pakad liya aur kaan mein whisper kiya, “Baby, let go. Main yahin hoon. Tu kitni sexy lag rahi hai aise.”

Vikram ne dheere se uski kamar par haath rakha. Dance shuru hua. Anika ka dil tezi se dhadak raha tha. Uske breasts Vikram ke chest se touch ho rahe the har move mein. Blouse ka fabric strain kar raha tha.

Dance ke baad teeno sofa par baith gaye. Rohan ne Anika ko apne god mein bitha liya aur Vikram se bola, “Dekh, meri biwi kitni hot hai. Tu touch kar sakta hai agar woh allow kare.”

Anika ne turant bola, “Nahi… Rohan stop. Main nahi kar sakti. Yeh galat hai. Main tumhari hoon sirf.”

Lekin uski awaaz mein hesitation tha. Vikram ne dheere se uske haath ko chhua, phir uske pallu ko thoda side kiya. Anika ka sharir kaanp raha tha. “Please… mat karo,” usne soft protest kiya, lekin uski aankhein band ho gayi thi.

Rohan ne pyar se uske baal sehlate hue kaha, “Anika, baby, dekh kitna excited hai woh tujhe dekh kar. Tu bhi feel kar rahi hai na? Let it happen. Main tujhe aur bhi zyada pyar karunga iske baad.”

Vikram ne ab aur bold hokar Anika ke pallu ko pura side kar diya. Uske deep-neck blouse ke dono taraf se breasts ubhar rahe the, paseena se chamak rahe the. Anika ne haath se cover karne ki koshish ki, “Nahi Vikram… yeh bahut galat hai. Main married hoon… Rohan yahan hai.”

Lekin Rohan ne uske haath ko gently hata diya aur bola, “Baby, tu kitni beautiful hai aise. Let him see. Let him touch.”

Vikram ne trembling fingers se pehla hook khola blouse ka. Click. Anika ki saans tez ho gayi. “Rohan… please stop him,” lekin uski awaaz mein ab resistance kam thi, lust ka hint aa raha tha.

Dusra hook. Teesra. Blouse khul gaya. Uski black lace bra dikhai di, jo uske heavy breasts ko mushkil se sambhal rahi thi. Vikram ne bra ke strap ko touch kiya. Anika ka sharir sarsara gaya.

“Abhi nahi… please,” Anika ne last resistance ki, lekin uski thighs already rub ho rahi thi ek dusre se.

Rohan ne usko kiss kiya aur bola, “Meri pyari hotwife… ab surrender kar de. Main dekhna chahta hoon tu kaise enjoy karti hai.”

Vikram ne bra ka hook khola. Bra nikal gayi. Anika ke full, round breasts khule aasman ke neeche the – brown nipples hard, ready. Vikram ne ek nipple ko chusa. Anika ki pehli moan nikli – “Aahhh… nahi…”

Lekin ab resistance toot rahi thi. Saree ka pallu pura gir gaya. Vikram ne petticoat ki naada kholi. Saree aur petticoat dono slide kar ke zameen par gir gaye. Anika ab sirf black lace panties mein thi, paseene se bhigi hui.

Vikram ne usko utha kar bedroom le gaya. Rohan peeche-peeche, aankhon mein jealousy aur intense arousal ka mix.

Bed par Anika ko litaya gaya. Vikram ne uski panties ko dheere se utara. Anika ki smooth, shaved pussy chamak rahi thi, already wet. “Vikram… abhi bhi nahi… yeh bahut galat…” lekin uski awaaz mein ab need thi.

Vikram ne uski thighs failayi aur pehli baar uski pussy ko chusa. Anika ka back arch ho gaya. “Ohhh fuck… aahhh Rohan… yeh kya ho raha hai…”

Rohan bed ke paas baitha tha, apna cock bahar nikaal kar stroke kar raha tha. “Baby, enjoy kar. Tu kitni sexy lag rahi hai uske muh mein.”

Vikram ne fingering shuru ki – ek ungli, phir do. Anika ki body convulse karne lagi. Pehli baar usne squirt kiya – bed sheet geeli ho gayi. “Aaaahhhh… main… main nahi rok paa rahi…”

Ab asli scene shuru hua.

Vikram ne apna thick, 8 inch lund bahar nikala. Anika ki aankhein phail gayi. “Itna bada… Rohan… yeh andar nahi jayega…”

Lekin Vikram ne dheere se tip rub kiya uski clit par. Anika ki legs kaanp rahi thi. Phir ek dhakka – half andar. “Uffff… faad diya… aahhh”

Rohan ne uske baal sehlate hue bola, “Meri jaan, let him fuck you hard. Tu deserve karti hai yeh maza.”

Vikram ne full thrust maara. Anika ki cheekhein nikal gayi – “Ohh god… chod do mujhe… thok do zor se… aahhh Vikram… pel do andar tak…”

Ab resistance gayi thi. Woh full surrender kar chuki thi. Vikram ne usko missionary mein pelna shuru kiya – hard, fast, bed creak kar raha tha. Anika ke breasts bounce kar rahe the, bangles jingle kar rahe the, payal ki awaaz aa rahi thi har dhakke mein.

“Faad do meri chut… haan… aur zor se… main teri randi ban gayi aaj…” Anika ki dirty talk shuru ho gayi, pehli baar itni bold.

Rohan ne uske muh ko kiss kiya aur bola, “Meri hotwife… tu kitni sexy lag rahi hai uske lund pe. Let go completely baby.”

Position change – doggy. Vikram ne uski gaand par hard spank maara – red marks ban gaye. Anika ki cheekhein – “Haan… maaro meri gaand… thok do peeche se… aaahhh”

Vikram ne uske baal pakad kar pelna shuru kiya. Wet squelching sounds pura room bhar rahe the. Anika ka sharir shake ho raha tha, eyes roll back, thighs uncontrollably trembling.

Pehla creampie – Vikram ne andar bhar diya. Cum uski chut se overflow kar raha tha. Vikram ne usko push kiya andar tak. Anika ka second orgasm – usne zor se chillaya, “Bhar diya… mera pati dekh raha hai… aur chahiye mujhe…”

Rohan ne usko pyar se god mein liya, kiss kiya. “Baby, tu amazing thi. Ab aur le.”

Doosra round – Anika ab khud active thi. Usne Vikram ko bed par litaya aur uske lund ko muh mein liya. Deep throat – gagging, saliva drip kar rahi thi. “Mmmph… kitna tasty… chodungi isko aaj.”

Vikram ne uske muh mein fuck kiya. Phir usne Anika ko cowgirl position mein bitha liya. Anika khud upar neeche ho rahi thi – wild, shameless. Uske breasts bounce, nipples hard. “Haan… ghused do andar… faad do meri… main teri hoon aaj raat…”

Rohan paas baitha tha, uske haath se Anika ke breasts squeeze kar raha tha, encouragement de raha tha – “Ride him harder baby. Tu meri queen hai aise.”

Teesra round – standing fuck against wall. Vikram ne usko utha kar pel diya. Anika ki legs uski kamar pe, payal jingle, saree ke kuch parts abhi bhi bed par pade the. “Pel do… bhar do phir se… main pregnant ho jaungi aaj shayad… haan breeding kar do mujhe…”

Vikram ne doosra creampie diya. Cum uski thighs se drip kar raha tha. Anika ki body ek baar phir convulse hui, legs shake uncontrollably, eyes rolled back, loud scream – “Aaaahhhhhh… main mar gayi… itna maza… pehli baar…”

Char ghante tak teeno rounds hue. Har baar Anika aur wild hoti gayi. Chusna, chaatna, spanking, hair pulling, light choking – sab kuch. Har position mein Rohan paas tha, pyar se usko touch karta, bolta “Meri pyari Anika, tu kitni khush lag rahi hai.”

Subah ke 4 baje Vikram chala gaya. Anika bed par leti thi, body sweat aur cum se bhigi hui, smile uske chehre par. Rohan uske paas let gaya, usko tightly hug kiya.

“Baby… thank you. Tu ne mera fantasy pura kiya. Ab tu meri hotwife hai – hamesha mera, lekin kabhi-kabhi aise maza bhi le sakti hai.”

Anika ne uske chest par sir rakh kar aankhein band ki. Uske andar ab koi guilt nahi tha – sirf bliss. “Rohan… main tujhe aur bhi pyar karti hoon ab. Yeh maza… main kabhi nahi bhoolungi. Aur haan… agla time bhi bula lena Vikram ko.”

Dono hasse. Unka rishta ab aur gehra ho gaya tha – pyar, trust aur shared lust se bhara hua.

Aur yeh sirf shuruaat thi unki nayi adventurous zindagi ki.