Vikram Ki Anika: Padosi Karan Ka Raw Lust – Ek Pyara Hotwife Safar
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.