Dost Ki Biwi Neha Ki Kunwari Si Bur Ko Maine Apna Mota Lund Se Faad Diya – Chawl Ki Renovation Aur 15 Din Ki Majboori
Delhi ke old Govindpuri wale chawl mein, jahaan har ghar mein thin walls aur nosy aunties ka bolta hai, wahi pe ek chhota sa 1BHK flat tha Amit aur Neha ka. Amit mera best friend tha, school time se. 30 saal ka, sales job mein, har mahine 10-12 din bahar rehta tha. Neha, 26 saal ki, uski patni – ekdum middle-class ki gori chitti, bhari bhari body wali ladki. 5’3” height, 36C ke heavy boobs jo har kapde mein ubhar aate the, patli kamar aur phir ekdum gol, tight gaand jo salwar ke andar se bhi round shape dikha deti thi. Abhi tak unka koi baccha nahi tha, isliye ghar mein sirf dono hi the.
Mera naam Karan hai, 29 saal. Main bhi yahin paas wale building mein rehta tha, lekin mera flat renovation ke liye band tha – painting aur wiring ka kaam 15 din ka tha. Amit ne khud bola, “Yaar Karan, mere flat mein shift ho ja. Neha akeli hai, tu bhi akela. Dono ko company rahegi. Main bhi 10 din ke liye Hyderabad ja raha hoon urgent project ke liye.”
Neha ne muskurate hue haan kar diya. “Haan Karan bhaiya, aap aa jao. Ghar bada nahi hai par adjust ho jayega.”
Pehla din jab main shift hua, subah 10 baje. Neha ne mujhe darwaze par welcome kiya. Aaj woh pink salwar kameez mein thi – woh kameez itna tight tha ki uske bhari boobs par fabric khinch raha tha, side slits se creamy thighs ki jhalak dikhti thi. Low waist salwar uski gaand ko perfectly shape de raha tha, aur dupatta sirf ek shoulder par latka hua tha. Jab woh jhuk kar mera bag andar rakha, dupatta ekdum se sarak gaya aur uske deep cleavage mein sweat ki boond chamak rahi thi.
“Arre bhaiya, chai piyo pehle,” usne kaha aur kitchen ki taraf chali gayi. Main sofa par baith gaya, aankhein uski gaand par atak gayi. *Kya yaar, yeh Amit ki biwi hai… best friend ki patni. Nazar hata le Karan, galat soch mat.*
Neha kitchen mein paratha bana rahi thi. Butter ki khushboo poore ghar mein fail rahi thi. Jab woh stove ke paas khadi thi, uski salwar ki low waist se uski kamar ki fair skin dikhai de rahi thi. Main paani lene gaya toh accidentally uske peeche se guzra aur mera haath uski gaand se takraya. “Sorry Neha… chhota kitchen hai.”
Woh sharmaayi, par muskurayi. “Koi baat nahi bhaiya… ghar mein hi toh hai.”
Andar hi andar mera dil dhadka. *Uski gaand itni soft aur tight… Amit ko pata nahi kitni baar thokta hoga isko.* Neha ne bhi notice kiya hoga ki main uski taraf dekhta hoon, par kuchh nahi bola.
Din bhar main uske saath ghar ke chhote chhote kaam karta raha – TV shelf thik karna, bathroom ka shower fix karna. Har baar jab woh paas aati, uske boobs mera haath chhoo jaate. Dupatta baar baar sarak jaata. Shaam ko chai ke saath hum baith kar baatein kar rahe the. Agarbatti jal rahi thi, jasmine ki khushboo. Neha ne apne pair sofa par lapet liye the, salwar ki side slit se uski thick thigh saaf dikhti thi.
“Bhaiya, Amit toh hamesha bahar hi rehta hai. Aap yahin ho isliye accha lag raha hai,” usne kaha, aankhein neeche.
Main ne muskurate hue kaha, “Neha, tu akeli feel karti hogi na? Main hoon toh koi problem nahi.”
Raat ko hum dono hall mein hi soye – main floor par mattress pe, woh bedroom mein. Par thin walls ki wajah se har saans sunai deti thi. Main jag raha tha, uski bed ki creak ki awaaz aa rahi thi. *Kya woh apni chut mein ungli daal rahi hai? Amit ke bina akeli…* Mera lund khada ho gaya. Maine apni track pant ke andar haath daal kar hilaya, soch soch kar Neha ke boobs ko.
Doosre din subah. Neha ne green salwar kameez pehna tha – kameez aur bhi tight, nipples ka halka outline dikhta tha kyunki woh bra nahi pehni thi ghar mein. Jab woh jhuk kar mujhe chai de rahi thi, dono boobs almost bahar aa rahe the. Mera lund turant khada. “Neha, aaj paratha mein aloo daalna… bahut bhukh lagi hai.”
Woh hansi. “Bhaiya, aapki bhukh toh alag hi lag rahi hai aaj.” Phir jaldi se nazar hata li. Par uske gaal laal ho gaye the.
Din bhar chhote chhote moments. Jab main uske saath market gaya, logon ne humein couple samajh liya. Neha ne dupatta theek kiya par uski kameez se sweat nikal raha tha, fabric uske boobs se chipak gaya tha. Ghar aakar woh nahaane gayi. Bathroom ki awaaz sunai de rahi thi – paani ki, uski halki si moan jaise. *Kya woh soch rahi hai mujhe?*
Shaam ko butter chicken banaya usne. Hum dono table par baith kar kha rahe the. Usne salwar ki salwar ko thoda neeche kheench liya kyunki garmi thi. Camel toe saaf dikh raha tha. Main nazar nahi hata pa raha tha. “Neha… tu bahut acchi lagti hai aaj.”
Woh sharmaayi. “Bhaiya… aise mat dekho. Amit ka dost ho aap.”
Par uski awaaz mein hesitation tha. Raat ko phir hall mein baatein. TV pe ek hot scene aaya. Neha ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne apna haath mere thigh par rakh diya bilkul se. “Bhaiya… kabhi kabhi mann karta hai ki koi ho jo… jo paas ho.”
Maine uska haath pakda. “Neha, yeh galat hai. Main Amit ka best friend hoon. Tu uski biwi hai.”
Usne aankhein band ki. “Pata hai bhaiya… par jab aap mere paas hote ho, meri chut geeli ho jati hai. Yeh bhi galat hai kya?”
Woh waqt ruk gaya. Maine usko apne se chipka liya. Pehla kiss – slow, guilty, par bhukha. Neha ne meri shirt ke button khole, mere chest par haath ferne lagi. “Karan bhaiya… aap itne strong ho…”
Maine uski kameez ke hooks khole. Uske heavy boobs bahar aa gaye – gol, brown nipples khade hue. Maine ek ko muh mein le liya aur zor zor se choosa. Neha ki peeth arch ho gayi. “Aahhh bhaiya… chooso na… Amit kabhi aise nahi karta.”
Usne meri pant kholi. Mera mota 8 inch lund bahar nikla – veiny, purplish head se precum tapak raha tha. Neha ki aankhein phail gayi. “Itna bada… pehli baar dekh rahi hoon aisa.”
Maine uski salwar neeche kheench di. Uski chut bilkul geeli, clean shaved, pink lips chamak rahe the. Maine usko sofa par litaya aur apni jeebh se chaatne laga. Neha ne mere sir ko pakad kar chut mere muh par ragdi. “Chaat bhaiya… meri bur ko chaat… ahhh teri jeebh andar daal do na.”
Pehla orgasm uska – uski chut se paani nikal kar mere muh par gir gaya. “Bhaiyaaaa… main aa gayi… yeh galat hai par kitna mazaa aa raha hai.”
Ab main control nahi raha. Usne apni taangein faila di. Maine apna lund uski chut ke muh par ragda aur ek zor ka dhakka. “Puchhhh…” pura supada andar. Neha chillayi, “Aaaahhhh Karan bhaiya… faad diya meri chut ko… itna mota lund… ahhh.”
Maine dheere dheere thokna shuru kiya. Har dhakke par thap-thap-thap awaaz. Uske boobs hil rahe the. Maine ek haath se uske boobs dabaye, dusre se uski kamar pakdi. “Teri chut bahut tight hai Neha… Amit ka lund chhota hoga kya?”
Woh moan karti rahi, “Haan bhaiya… aapka hi asli hai… thok do mujhe… meri didi wali chut ko faad do.”
Position change – doggy style. Uski gol gaand upar. Maine ek thappad maara – chap! Gaand laal. Phir lund andar pel diya. Ab tez tez – puch puch puch. Sweat dono ke sharir se tapak raha tha. Jasmine oil ki khushboo aur sex ki smell mil gayi. Neha ka muh sofa cushion mein daba tha par woh chillati rahi, “Aur zor se bhaiya… meri gaand ko maaro… main teri randi hoon aaj se!”
Maine uske baal pakde, zor se dhakke diye. Uske legs tremble kar rahe the. Doosra orgasm – uski chut mere lund ko choosne lagi. “Main phir aa rahi hoon bhaiyaaaa!”
Maine bhi jhadne wala tha. “Neha… andar daalun? Creampie karun teri chut mein?”
“Haan bhaiya… bhar do apna garam paani… Amit ko kabhi mat dena itna… sirf mujhe…” Maine zor ka dhakka diya aur pura cum uski chut mein bhar diya. Cum uski thighs par bahar nikal raha tha, dripping.
Dono thak kar lipat gaye. Par yeh sirf shuruaat thi.
Teesre din subah kitchen mein. Neha sirf short nighty mein thi – thin white cotton, straps ek taraf se sarak gaye the, uske ek boob almost bahar. Nighty uski thick thighs par chadhi hui thi, geeli chut ka outline dikhta tha. Main peeche se aaya aur nighty upar kheench kar seedha lund andar pel diya. “Aaj breakfast ke saath chudai bhi dost ki biwi.”
Neha ne gas par haath tikaye hue moan kiya, “Bhaiya… aise… padosi dekh lenge… par mat roko… thokte raho mujhe.”
Kitchen counter par jhuki hui thi, gaand upar. Maine zor zor se pelna shuru kiya. Thap thap thap… uske boobs counter par dab rahe the. Neha do baar jhad gayi. Maine phir creampie kar diya, cum uski nighty par tapak raha tha.
Dopahar ko living room. Neha ne phir salwar kameez pehna tha par dupatta nahi odha. Maine usko sofa par litaya, kameez kholi, bra upar kiya aur boobs choosne laga. Phir salwar neeche, chut chaatne laga. Neha ne mere sir ko chut par ragda – “Chaat bhaiya… meri bur ko poora chaat… gluck gluck teri jeebh.”
Hum 69 mein gaye. Neha ne pehli baar lund muh mein liya – gagging hoti hui, par choosti rahi. “Bhaiya ka mota lund… bahut swaad hai… andar tak le lungi.”
Raat ko bedroom mein – Amit ka bed. Maine Neha ko missionary mein choda, taangein kandhe par. Bahut gehraai tak pel raha tha. Neha ki aankhein roll, muh khula, “Bhaiyaaaa… main mar jaungi… itna gehra… par mat nikalo… chodte raho poori raat.”
Multiple rounds – choking (usne khud mera haath apni gardan par rakha), slapping, hair pulling. Har baar creampie. Bedsheet cum aur paani se tabah.
Aathve din balcony par risky. Raat ke 11 baje, padosi so chuke the. Neha nighty mein, main peeche se. Gaand upar karke standing doggy. Thap thap awaaz dheemi, par risk zyada. “Koi dekh lega bhaiya… par rukna mat… meri chut mein pelte raho.”
Nauve din bathroom mein shower ke neeche. Paani ki dhara ke saath maine usko lift karke chod diya. Uski taangein meri kamar par, boobs mere muh mein. “Aahhh bhaiya… shower mein bhi… main teri ho gayi hoon.”
Teenth din Amit ka call aaya – “Kal aa raha hoon.” Us raat last full wild session. Neha ne mujhe cowgirl mein choda – uski gaand upar neeche, boobs zor zor se hilte hue. “Bhaiya… jab Amit aayega tab bhi hum chori chori karenge na? Meri chut ab aapki property hai.”
Maine neeche se dhakke diye, uske hips pakad kar. “Haan Neha… tu meri secret randi hai ab. Dost ko kabhi nahi pata chalega.”
Climax mein dono saath jhade – uski chut mein phir garam cum bhar gaya.
Agle din Amit aaya. Sab normal. Par jab Amit bathroom mein tha, Neha ne corridor mein mujhe kiss kiya aur lund par haath fer diya. “Bhaiya… aaj raat Amit so jayega toh mere room mein aana… main wait karungi, nighty mein.”
Maine uski gaand par chhupke se thappad maara. “Zaroor Neha… ab yeh ghar hum dono ka bhi hai… chori chori.”
Chawl ki thin walls ke peeche, dost ki biwi ki bur ab meri ho chuki thi. Aur yeh sirf shuruaat thi… agle mahine Amit phir tour pe jayega.