Swiggy Delivery Boy Aur Bhabhi Ki Ghar Ki Chudai
Anjali Mehra ki shaadi ko das saal ho chuke the, lekin ghar mein woh akeli hi rehti thi jaise koi vidhwa. Uska pati Amit, 34 saal ka sales executive, hafte mein chaar din toh Mumbai-Pune ke beech travel karta rehta. Ghar ek chhota sa 2BHK flat tha Pune ke ek middle-class society mein – thin walls, har taraf se awaazein aati thi, subah-sham agarbatti ki khushboo, chai ki ketli ki seeti aur kabhi-kabhi TV pe saas-bahu serial ki cheekhein. Anjali 31 saal ki thi, fair skin wali, 5'4" kad ki, aur uski body ko dekh kar koi bhi ladka ruk jaaye – bhari-bhari gaand, patli kamar aur choochiyon ka size 36D jo har kapde mein ubhar aata tha. Par shaadi ke baad se uski zindagi sirf routine ban gayi thi – subah uth kar chai banana, puja karna, paratha sekna (agar Amit ghar ho toh), phir din bhar ghar ke kaam, shaam ko Netflix aur raat ko akeli bed pe let kar apne ko touch karte hue so jaana. Amit ka lund bhi ab routine ho gaya tha – jaldi jaldi thok ke so jaata tha, bina kiss kiye, bina foreplay ke.
Aaj bhi shaam ke 7 baje the. Garmi ka mausam tha, June ki shuruaat, AC full speed pe bhi ghar garam lag raha tha. Anjali ne aaj sirf ek thin pink nighty pehni thi – woh wali jo uski maa ne di thi gift mein, bahut short, knee se upar, do patle straps jo uske shoulders pe latak rahe the aur har harkat mein slip ho jaate the. Nighty ka kapda itna patla tha ki andar ka black panty saaf dikh raha tha, aur choochiyon ke upar se nipples ke shape bhi ubhar aaye the. Pasina se nighty thodi si chipak rahi thi uski skin se, aur jab woh mirror ke saamne khadi hui toh apne aap ko dekh kar hi uske mann mein ek halki si siskari nikal gayi. “Kya ho gaya hai mujhe… pati bhi nahi hai, aur yeh body jal rahi hai,” socha usne, haath se apni choochiyon ko halke se dabate hue.
Usne phone uthaya aur Swiggy khola. Aaj bhi butter chicken aur naan order kiya – akeli khana boring tha, isliye bahar ka. Order confirm hote hi uske dil mein ek chhoti si ummeed jagi. “Aaj bhi wohi ladka aayega kya?” Rohit. 24 saal ka, Swiggy ka delivery boy, last 15 din se har order wohi deliver kar raha tha. Pehli baar jab woh aaya tha tab Anjali ne sirf darwaza khola tha aur box liya tha. Us din bhi nighty pehni thi. Rohit ka badan tight t-shirt aur jeans mein itna fit tha ki uski biceps aur chest saaf dikhte the. Woh hamesha muskurata tha, “Ma’am, aapka order,” bolta tha aur aankhein uske nighty ke deep neck pe ruk jaati thi. Anjali ko pehli baar mehsoos hua tha ki kisi ladke ki nazar uske badan pe itni gehri ho sakti hai.
Agla din phir order. Is baar Rohit ne box dete hue haath chhua tha uske haath se – sirf ek second, lekin current si daud gayi thi Anjali ke sharir mein. “Sorry ma’am, garmi mein haath slippery ho jaata hai,” bola tha usne, lekin aankhein uski choochiyon pe thi. Anjali ne andar hi socha, “Yeh ladka mujhe dekh raha hai jaise bhookha ho… aur main bhi kyun nahi rok rahi?” Us raat usne pehli baar Rohit ke baare mein soch kar apni chut ko ungli se ragda tha, guilty feel karte hue bhi orgasm tak pahunch gayi thi.
Aise hi roz chhoti-chhoti baatein badhne lagi. Ek din order late ho gaya tha, Rohit ne darwaze pe khade hokar maafi maangi, “Ma’am, traffic bahut tha, aapko bhook lagi hogi.” Anjali ne muskurate hue kaha, “Koi baat nahi beta, garmi mein tum bhi thak jaate hoge.” Usne usko paani offer kiya. Rohit andar aaya, sofa pe baith gaya. Anjali kitchen se glass laayi, jhuk kar rakhte hue uski nighty ke straps ek taraf slip ho gaye aur ek choochi ka upar ka hissa almost dikhne laga. Rohit ki nazar wahan atak gayi. Anjali ne notice kiya, par hatayi nahi. Uske mann mein guilt tha – “Yeh kya ho raha hai Anjali, yeh toh sirf delivery boy hai, tera pati hai Amit,” – lekin sharir mein ek ajnabee garmi fail rahi thi.
Roz aisa hone laga. Anjali ab jaan-bujh kar late evening order karti, kabhi nighty mein, kabhi saree pehen kar – tight blouse wali, jismein uski choochiyan dab kar ubhar aati thi aur hooks itne tight ki pasine mein kapda transparent ho jaata. Rohit bhi ab darwaze pe thoda zyada der khada rehta. Baatein badhi – usne bataya ki woh UP se aaya hai, ghar pe maa-bahan ko bhejta hai paise, khud yahan bike pe ghumta hai din bhar. Anjali ko uski yeh sachchai pasand aayi – woh mehnati tha, jawan tha, aur uski aankhon mein bhook thi jo Amit ki aankhon mein kabhi nahi dikhi.
Aaj shaam bhi order karte hi Anjali ne decide kiya ki aaj kuch alag karna hai. Amit aaj subah hi 5 din ke tour pe chala gaya tha. Ghar bilkul khali. Nighty pehen li usne – aaj wali black, aur bhi short, thighs tak sirf 2 inch bacha tha. Andar kuch nahi pehna tha – na bra, na panty. Pasina se nighty already chipak rahi thi uske nipples pe. Darwaza khula toh Rohit tha, bike ki helmet utarte hue. Aaj uska t-shirt pasine se bhiga hua tha, chest ke muscles saaf dikh rahe the.
“Ma’am, aapka butter chicken aur naan,” bola usne, lekin uski aankhein seedhe Anjali ke nighty ke upar se guzar rahi thi. Choochiyan bilkul free, nipples hard aur dikh rahe the.
Anjali ne box liya, haath se haath chhua jaan-bujh kar. “Rohit… andar aa jaao. Bahar bahut garmi hai, paani pi lo,” uski awaaz thodi si kaanp rahi thi.
Rohit hesitate kiya ek second, phir andar aa gaya. Sofa pe baith gaya. Anjali kitchen gayi, paani ka glass le aayi. Jab woh jhuki toh nighty ke dono straps ek saath slip ho gaye. Dono choochiyan almost bahar aa gayi – badi-badi, gol, brown nipples hard. Rohit ki saans ruk gayi.
“Ma’am…” uski awaaz bhari hui thi.
Anjali ne glass rakha aur seedha uske saamne khadi ho gayi. “Rohit, tum mujhe roz dekhte ho na? Meri nighty mein… meri body ko?” usne seedha pooch liya, guilt aur lust dono se bhari awaaz mein.
Rohit khada ho gaya. “Ma’am, aap bahut sundar ho. Main roz sochta hoon ki aisi bhabhi ko kaun thokta hoga… sorry ma’am, galti se nikal gaya.”
Anjali ka chehra laal ho gaya, par woh peeche nahi hati. “Mera pati toh hafte mein ek baar bhi nahi thokta mujhe properly… tu thokega Rohit? Meri chut ko?”
Yeh sunte hi Rohit ne usko kheench liya. Unke honth ek dusre se takraye – gehri, bhooki kiss. Anjali ki nighty ke straps puri tarah slip ho gaye, nighty uske hips tak gir gayi. Woh bilkul nangi khadi thi ab – badi choochiyan, patli kamar, bhari gaand aur clean shaved chut jo already geeli ho chuki thi.
Rohit ne uski choochiyon ko dono haathon se pakda, zor se dabaya. “Bhabhi ki choochiyan kitni badi hain… kitne din se inko choosna chahta tha main,” bola usne aur ek nipple muh mein le liya. Choosne laga zor-zor se, dusri choochi ko pinch karte hue. Anjali ki peeth pehen gayi, “Aaaahhh… Rohit… zor se choos beta… meri choochiyon ko kha jaa…”
Woh dono sofa pe gir gaye. Rohit ne apna t-shirt utara – uska badan tight, six pack, chest pe halke baal. Anjali ne uski jeans ka button khola, lund bahar nikala. 7 inch ka mota lund, topa laal aur veiny. “Hayy… kitna mota hai tera lund… mera pati ka toh chhota sa hai,” usne kaha aur muh mein le liya. Zor-zor se choosne lagi, gagging hoti hui, thook se pura lund geela kar diya. Rohit uske baal pakad kar muh chodne laga, “Bhabhi ki muh ki chut bhi tight hai… le lo pura lund andar.”
Phir usne Anjali ko uthaya aur bedroom le gaya. Bed pe litaya. Uske thighs failaye aur seedha chut pe muh rakh diya. “Bhabhi ki chut se kitni khushboo aa rahi hai… jasmine oil aur chut ka ras,” bola aur jeebh se andar tak chaatne laga. Anjali ki taange kaanp rahi thi, “Aaaahhh Rohit… meri chut ko chaat… aaahhh main aa rahi hoon…” Pehla orgasm usko aaya, chut se paani nikal kar Rohit ke muh pe gir gaya.
Ab Rohit ne apna lund uski chut pe ragda. “Bhabhi, ab main pelunga… teri chut ko apna banaunga.” Ek zor ka dhakka – pura lund andar chala gaya. “Puchhh… puchhh…” ki awaaz aane lagi. Anjali ki cheekh nikal gayi, “Hayy maa… kitna mota… phaad diya meri chut ko…” Rohit zor-zor se thokne laga, har dhakke pe uski choochiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Woh unko pakad kar dabata, nipple ko pinch karta. “Bhabhi ki gaand bhi thokunga aaj,” bola usne aur usko ghuma diya doggy style mein.
Gaand failayi, chut pe lund ragda aur phir se andar pel diya. Thap-thap… thap-thap… ki zor ki awaazein ghar mein goonj rahi thi. Anjali ka muh takiya mein daba hua tha, par awaaz nikal hi rahi thi, “Thok Rohit… zor se thok… meri gaand pe thappad maar… aaahhh main phir aa gayi…” Rohit ne gaand pe zor-zor se thappad maare, laal ho gayi thi gaand. Lund andar-bahar karte hue usne uski kamar pakad li aur tezi se chodne laga.
Pehla creampie usne uski chut mein hi diya – garam-garam cum chut ke andar bhar diya. “Le bhabhi… mera maal le… teri chut ab meri ho gayi.” Anjali ko bhi doosra orgasm aaya, dono mil kar kaanp rahe the.
Lekin yeh sirf shuruaat thi. Thodi der baad Rohit ne usko uthaya, kitchen le gaya. Counter pe baitha diya, uski taange apne shoulders pe rakh kar phir se chodne laga. “Ab kitchen mein chodunga bhabhi… jab tu khana banayegi tab yaad aayega mera lund.” Har dhakke pe uski choochiyan hil rahi thi, counter pe thap-thap ki awaaz. Anjali uske gale se lipat gayi, “Rohit… tu mera pati ban jaa… roz aise hi chodna mujhe…”
Woh phir bedroom mein gaye. Is baar Anjali upar thi – cowgirl position. Usne Rohit ke lund pe baith kar zor-zor se uchhalne lagi. “Lund andar bahar… puch-puch… meri chut ka ras nikal raha hai.” Rohit neeche se uski choochiyon ko choosta, gaand ko thappad marta. Teesra round tha yeh, dono paseene se tar-batar. Garmi mein ghar ki khidkiyan band thi, kamre mein sirf unki saanson aur chudai ki awaazein thi.
Raat ke 2 baje tak teen baar usne usko choda – ek baar missionary mein jismein woh uski aankhon mein dekhta hua chod raha tha, “Bhabhi, tu kitni pyari hai… main tujhe kabhi nahi chhodunga.” Anjali ka guilt ab khatam ho chuka tha, sirf mazaa tha. “Mujhe pata tha… tu hi mera asli mard hai.”
Subah hone wali thi jab unhone last round kiya – spooning position mein, Rohit peeche se uski gaand mein lund daal kar dheere-dheere thok raha tha. Anjali ki aankhein band thi, uske haath Rohit ke haath ko pakade hue. “Rohit… ab tu roz aana… khana deliver karne ke bahane… meri chut ko bhar dena.”
Rohit ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Haan bhabhi… har raat teri delivery main hi karunga… aur teri chut ko apna maal se bhar dunga.” Usne phir se creampie de diya, Anjali ki chut se cum bahar tapak raha tha bed pe.
Subah hui toh Anjali akeli bed pe leti thi, sharir dard se bhara hua tha lekin mann khush. Nighty phati hui zameen pe padi thi, uski chut abhi bhi geeli thi Rohit ke cum se. Usne phone uthaya aur Swiggy khola – aaj bhi order kiya, butter chicken. Screen pe message aaya – “Rohit aaj bhi deliver karega.”
Usne muskurate hue socha, “Ab yeh ghar ki asli delivery shuru ho gayi hai… pati door, aur mera naya pati roz darwaze pe aayega.” Aur uski ungliyan phir se apni chut pe chali gayi, kal raat ki yaadon mein doob kar.