Dost Ki Biwi Ki Pyasi Gaand - Ek Raat Mein Sab Badal Gaya
Arjun aur main, hum dono college se best friends the. Uske shaadi ko abhi sirf do saal hue the. Priya, uski biwi, 28 saal ki ekdum desi maal thi – gori-chitti, bhari-bhari gaand, moti-moti choochiyan jo har saans mein upar-neeche hoti rehti thi. Jab bhi main unke ghar jaata, woh hamesha simple salwar-kameez mein hoti, lekin woh kapde uske badan pe aise chipakte the jaise second skin. Blouse ke upar se uski choochiyon ka cleavage dikhta, pallu kabhi-kabhi sarak jaata to soft kamar aur gehra naabhi saaf nazar aata. Main hamesha apni nazrein hataata, par dil mein kuch aur hi bolta tha – “Bhai, yeh teri biwi hai, control kar le.” Par Priya ki woh sharmili smile, woh halki si awaaz jab woh mujhe “Rohit bhaiya” kehti, sab kuch badal deta.
Unka ghar Pune ke ek chhote se area mein tha – ek 2BHK flat, jahaan thin walls the aur padosi aunty hamesha chupke se nazar rakhti thi. Arjun IT company mein tha, din raat shift, kabhi office, kabhi travel. Priya ghar sambhalti thi – subah chai banaati, paratha sekti, shaam ko butter chicken ki khushboo ghar bhar deti. Main unke ghar aata rehta tha, kabhi official kaam ke bahane, kabhi sirf dost ki yaad mein. Arjun ne hi kaha tha – “Yaar Rohit, Priya akeli rehti hai jab main nahi hota, tu kabhi-kabhi aa jaaya kar, uska mann bhi lag jaayega.”
Pehle kuch mahine to sab normal tha. Main aata, chai peeta, Priya se baatein karta. Woh mujhe apni college ki stories sunati, hassti to uske gaal laal ho jaate. Ek din main office se seedha unke ghar pahuncha. Arjun out of station tha, 4 din ke liye Bangalore. Priya darwaza kholte hi muskuraayi – “Arre Rohit bhaiya, aaj itni jaldi? Chai banaati hoon.” Us din woh ghar ke kaam mein thi – tight pink salwar kameez pehna tha, dupatta sirf ek kandhe pe tha. Salwar ki patli patli nangi pe uski gaand ka shape bilkul saaf dikhta tha, aur kameez ke upar se choochiyon ka bounce har kadam pe. Jab woh jhuki kitchen mein, pallu ek baar phir sarak gaya. Main aankhein band karke socha – “Rohit, yeh galat hai, yeh teri dost ki biwi hai.”
Par us raat se sab badalne laga. Priya ne mujhe dinner ke liye rok liya. Hum dono hall mein baith kar TV dekh rahe the. Woh mere paas hi baithi thi, sirf thoda sa distance. Uski body se halki si jasmine oil ki khushboo aa rahi thi, jo usne shaam ko lagaya tha. Jab woh khadi hui paani lene, uski salwar ki dori thodi si neeche sarak gayi, aur uski kamar ki nangi chamak dikhi. Main apna lund daboch kar baitha raha. “Bhabhi, aap thak gayi lagti ho,” maine kaha. Woh hansi – “Haan bhaiya, ghar ke kaam mein din bhar lag jaata hai. Arjun to kabhi notice hi nahi karta.” Uske bolne mein ek halki si udaasi thi, jaise mann mein kuch chhupa rahi ho.
Agla din main phir gaya. Priya ab zyada khulne lagi thi. Woh mujhe apne bedroom mein bulaati, “Bhaiya, yahaan baitho, AC mein thand lag jaayegi.” Bedroom mein uska bed, uske kapde scattered the – ek black bra, ek transparent nighty. Main aankhein hataane ki koshish karta, par nazar pad jaati. Woh notice karti, par kuch nahi kehti, sirf sharmaati. Ek baar maine accidentally uske haath ko chhua jab woh remote de rahi thi. Uski ungliyan garam thi, soft. Usne jaldi haath kheench liya, par uski aankhon mein kuch aur tha – ek chhoti si chamak.
Din guzarte gaye. Arjun ka travel badhta gaya. Priya aur main roz baatein karte. Woh mujhe apni life ki baatein batati – kaise shaadi ke baad bhi usko feel nahi hota, kaise Arjun sirf kaam mein busy rehta hai. “Bhaiya, kabhi-kabhi mann karta hai bas koi mujhe apna maan le,” woh ek din boli, aankhein neeche karke. Main chup raha, par dil mein aag lag gayi thi. Raat ko ghar jaakar main apna lund pakad kar uski yaad mein muth maarta – uski moti gaand, uske bouncing choochiyan, uska gehra naabhi. “Priya… teri chut mein apna lund pelna chahta hoon,” main sochta.
Phir ek shaam aisi aayi jab sab badal gaya. Bahar barsaat ho rahi thi – nahin, wait, yeh normal barsaat thi, koi dramatic power cut nahi. Priya ne mujhe phone kiya – “Bhaiya, aaj aa sakte ho? Akeli dar lag raha hai.” Main turant pahunch gaya. Woh nighty mein thi – thin white cotton ki, jismein uski black panty saaf dikhti thi. Nighty ke straps ek taraf se sarak gaye the, ek choochiyan ka adha hissa bahar aa raha tha. Sweat se kapda chipak gaya tha, nipples ke shape bilkul clear. “Bhaiya, baitho. Chai banaati hoon,” usne kaha, par uski awaaz mein kuch aur tha – ek halki si kaanp.
Hum hall mein baith gaye. TV pe koi romantic movie chal rahi thi. Priya mere bilkul paas baith gayi. Uski jaanghen meri jaangh se lag rahi thi. “Bhaiya… aapko lagta hai main sundar hoon?” usne achanak poocha. Main shock ho gaya. “Bhabhi, aap bahut beautiful ho. Arjun lucky hai.” Woh hansi, par uski aankhon mein aansu the. “Lucky? Woh to mujhe touch bhi nahi karta last 3 months se. Main pyasi hoon bhaiya… bahut pyasi.”
Uske bolte hi mera dil zor se dhak-dhak kiya. Mainne uska haath pakad liya. “Bhabhi, yeh galat hai… Arjun mera dost hai.” Par woh mere haath ko apne boobs pe rakh diya. “Jaanta hoon… par aaj ruk nahi paa rahi. Mujhe chahiye bhaiya… mujhe apni chut mein kuch garam chahiye.” Uske bol sun kar mera lund khada ho gaya, pant mein tent ban gaya.
Mainne usko kiss kar diya. Pehla kiss – halka, phir gehra. Uski jeebh meri jeebh se lapdi, jaise bhooki ho. Usne mera haath apni nighty ke andar daal diya. Uski choochiyan bilkul nangi thi – soft, garam, nipples sakht. Mainne unko masla, choosa. Priya sihkari – “Aaaah… bhaiya… zor se… meri choochiyan bahut din se touch nahi hui.” Mainne uski nighty upar kheenchi, uski puri body expose kar di. Uski chut pe black panty geeli ho chuki thi, camel toe saaf dikhta tha.
Mainne usko bed pe litaya. Uski moti gaand bed pe dab gayi. Main uski panty utaari – uski chut bilkul clean shaved, pink, geeli, chut ke lips phule hue. Mainne apni ungli andar daali – “Puch… puch…” ki awaaz aayi. Priya ka body tadap utha – “Bhaiya… chaat lo na… meri chut chaat lo.” Mainne apna muh uski chut pe rakh diya. Uski chut ka taste – thoda namkeen, thoda sweet, jasmine oil ki khushboo mix. Mainne jeebh andar daali, clit ko choosa. Priya chillayi – “Aaaahhh… fuck… bhaiya… meri chut faad do… haan… aise hi… choos lo meri bur ko!”
Uski taangein kaanp rahi thi. Mainne apna lund bahar nikala – 7 inch ka mota, lamba, topa pe precum chamak raha tha. Priya ne usko haath mein pakda, “Kitna bada hai… Arjun ka to chhota sa hai.” Usne muh mein le liya – gagging sounds, “Gluck… gluck…” uski aankhein laal, choochiyan bounce kar rahi thi. Mainne uske baal pakad kar muh chodna shuru kiya. Cum ki smell ghar bhar gayi.
Phir main uske upar chadh gaya. Missionary mein pehla thrust – “Thap!” uski chut ne mera lund nigal liya. “Puch-puch-puch” ki awaaz puri room mein. Priya ki aankhein band, muh khula – “Haan bhaiya… pel do… faad do meri pyasi chut ko… Arjun ko pata nahi chalega… bas mujhe chodte raho.” Main zor-zor se dhakke marne laga. Uski choochiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Mainne ek choochiyan muh mein le li, dusri ko thappad maara. Woh aur geeli ho gayi.
Position badli – doggy style. Uski moti gaand upar, main peeche se pelne laga. Har dhakke pe “Thap-thap-thap” aur uski gaand hilti. Mainne uski gaand pe thappad maare – laal nishaan pad gaye. “Maro bhaiya… meri gaand pe maro… main tumhari randi hoon aaj.” Mainne uski kamar pakad kar zor se chodna shuru kiya. Uski chut se paani nikal raha tha, bed sheet geeli. Pehla orgasm – Priya ka body kaanp utha, chut ne mera lund daboch liya, “Aaaaiii… aa gaya… bhaiya… meri chut jhad rahi hai!”
Main ruk nahi. Usko bed pe litaya, uske upar let gaya. Cowgirl position mein woh khud upar-neeche hone lagi. Uski choochiyan mere muh ke saamne bounce kar rahi thi. Mainne unko choosa, kaata. Uski gaand mere thighs pe thap-thap kar rahi thi. Dusra orgasm – woh chillayi, “Phir se… haan… aur zor se pelo… meri chut phaad do!” Mainne uske andar hi jhad diya – garam garam cum uski chut mein bhar gaya, bahar nikal kar uski jaanghon pe behne laga.
Raat bhar hum chodte rahe. Dusri baar bathroom mein – woh shower ke neeche khadi, main peeche se uski gaand mein ungli daal kar chod raha tha. Teesri baar kitchen mein – woh counter pe baithi, main khade-khade pel raha tha, uski nighty abhi bhi uske kamar pe latki thi. Har baar woh bolti – “Yeh galat hai… par bahut mazaa aa raha hai… Arjun ko kabhi nahi pata chalna chahiye… par tumhare lund ke bina ab nahi rahungi.”
Subah hone tak hum thak chuke the. Priya mere seene pe leti thi, uski chut se mera cum abhi bhi tapak raha tha. Usne halki si awaaz mein kaha, “Bhaiya… aaj se tum mere secret lover ho. Jab bhi Arjun nahi hoga, aana… meri chut tumhari hai.” Mainne uske maathe pe kiss kiya, par dil mein guilt aur excitement ka mix tha.
Bas yeh shuruaat thi. Agle din Arjun wapas aaya, par Priya ki nazrein mujhe milti hi rehti thi – ek chhupi hui smile, ek chhupa hua touch. Padosi aunty ko shak ho gaya tha, par hum dono ab ek nayi duniya mein the – dost ki biwi ki pyasi chut ab meri ho chuki thi. Aur yeh sirf shuruaat tha… agla time aur bhi wild hoga.