Anika Ki Anokhi Raat: Rohan Ka Pyar Bhara Secret Gift
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.