Mera naam Sonali hai. Main 36 saal ki hu. Ek-dum gori, chikni, creamy, fair skin wali, aur 36-34-36 figure ki khandani aurat. Light pinkish-brown nipples. Doodh bhare boobs aur scissoring delivery ke baad bhi bahut tight chut. Main ameer khandani parivar ki bahu hu.
Main ghamandi hu, gussa jaldi aata hai, upar se kam baat karti hu. Patidev Delhi ke businessman, beta Ansh 5 saal ka. Shaadi ko 10 saal. Is baar garmi ke 15 din ke liye main aur Ansh sasural ki purani haveli aa gaye.
Raju, 18 saal ka hi hai – patla, kaala, jawani aa rahi thi.
Day 1 –
Dopahar mein haveli pahunche. Garmi aur dhool se poora badan paseene se tarr tha. Saas ne welcome kiya. Ansh ko god mein le liya. Maine upar kamre mein samaan rakha. Naha kar thin pink nighty pehni (andar sirf panty).
Raat ko pyaas lagi. Sirf nighty mein kitchen gayi. Wahan Raju meri laal panty aur black bra leke lund hila raha tha aur “Memsaab… gori chut…” fusfusa raha tha. Uska lund medium size ka hai kareeb 5 inch.
Maine 30-40 seconds dekha. Dil zor se dhak-dhak kiya. Gussa aur ek ajeeb si garmi feel hui. Chhup ke upar aa gayi. Poori raat guilt aur soch mein guzri. Pati ka message dekha, Ansh ki yaad aayi, par neend nahi aayi.
Day 2 –
Subah naha kar pink towel lapet kar room mein aayi. Bijli chali gayi, darwaza halka khula reh gaya. Raju upar aaya aur hum takra gaye.
Towel gir gaya. Main 5-6 seconds bilkul nangi uske saamne khadi thi. Meri creamy fair skin, bhare boobs, light pink nipples, tight chut sab chamak rahi thi.
Maine jaldi towel lapeta aur gusse se tez awaaz mein boli, “Raju! Baahar nikal abhi! Kitni besharmi hai teri?! Main teri Memsaab hu. Agar fir aisa hua to baahar karwa doongi!”
Wo darr kar bhaag gaya. Main bed par baith kar kaamp rahi thi. Din bhar usse gusse se baat ki. Shaam bagiche mein baithi thi, pallu thoda loose. Raju paani bharne aaya to maine ghamandi andaaz mein dekha par kuch extra nahi kiya. Raat ko darwaza thoda khula chhodh diya.
Day 3 –
Din bhar normal routine — saas ke sath baatein, Ansh ko sambhala, mandir gayi. Raju jab bhi aata, main gusse bhari nazar se dekhti. Par andar kuch hone laga tha.
Shaam ko main room mein thi. Jaane-boojh kar thodi deep neck wali blouse pehni thi. Jab Raju paani rakhne aaya to maine pallu thoda side kiya, cleavage dikhayi. Usne dekha. Maine gusse se bola, “Kya dekh raha hai? Kaam kar apna aur nikal yahan se.”
Raat ko main bed par leti thi, fan ki gharr-gharr awaaz aur baahar jhingur. Neend nahi aa rahi thi.
Day 4 –
Dopahar mein saas Ansh ko le kar thodi der ke liye baahar gayi thi. Garmi bahut thi. Main room mein apni favourite silk gown pehni thi jo front se buttons wali thi.
Maine jaan-boojh kar darwaza poora nahi band kiya. Thoda sa khulla chhodh diya (2-3 inch). Fir bed ke paas khadi ho kar dheere-dheere gown ke buttons kholne lagi. Pehle ek, fir doosra… mere gori boobs dheere se baahar aane lage. Main mirror mein khud ko dekh rahi thi, jaise akeli hu. Strip karte waqt main halke se apne boobs ko touch kar rahi thi, nipples thode sakht ho gaye the.
Tabhi baahar darwaze par halki si awaaz hui — Raju ka hath darwaze par lag gaya tha. Wo baahar khada tha aur andar dekh raha tha. Usne apna hath pant ke andar daal diya aur lund hilane laga tha, saans tez.
Main ne natak kiya — jaise mujhe pata hi nahi. Maine aur 10-12 seconds tak strip continue kiya, boobs poore dikhaye. Fir darwaze ki taraf dekha aur shock banate hue boli (thodi tez awaaz mein), “Kaun hai wahan?!”
Main jaldi se gown ke strips bandhne lagi, lekin dheere-dheere, jaise ghabra rahi hu. Usne baahar se hi lund hilana jaari rakha. Maine darwaza band kar diya aur andar baith gayi. Dil zor se dhak-dhak kar raha tha. Gussa bhi aa raha tha par shareer garam ho gaya tha. Us din maine usse kuch nahi kaha.
Raat ko guilt bahut hua. Pati se phone par baat ki, normal awaaz mein.
Day 5 –
Ab Raju ki himmat badh gayi thi. Wo baar-baar upar aane ka bahana dhoondhta. Main ghamandi aur gusse wali bani rahi — “Zyada mat ghoom yahan, kaam kar apna.” Par jaan-boojh kar kabhi saree ka pallu slip hone deti. Kabhi geele baal khule chhod deti, kabhi low blouse pehanti.
Shaam ko bagiche mein baithi thi. Raju paani bharne aaya. Maine usse gusse se dekha par nazar milati rahi. Wo mere boobs ki taraf dekhta. Main kuch nahi boli, sirf pallu adjust kiya dheere se. Raat ko main soch rahi thi — ye sab kahan tak jaayega.
Day 6 –
Dopahar mein ghar mein sirf hum do the. Saas aur Ansh neeche the garden mein. Main room mein thi, halki saree pehni thi. Darwaza band tha par lock nahi kiya tha.
Raju andar aaya bina knock kiye. Maine gusse se boli, “Raju! Baahar jaao, maine kaha tha na zyada mat aana yahan!”
Lekin uski aankhon mein aaj alag junoon tha. Wo paas aaya aur bola, “Memsaab… aap itna tease karti ho… main control nahi kar paa raha.”
Maine gusse se dhakka diya, “Hatt yahan se! Main teri Memsaab hu, besharam!”
Par wo fir bhi mere paas aaya, mera hath pakda aur mujhe bed ki taraf dhakka diya. Maine resistance kiya par wo mazboot tha. Usne mujhe bed par dhakka diya aur upar chadh gaya.
“Memsaab… aapki ye gori body… main roz sapne dekhta hu,” bolte hue usne meri saree ka pallu kheencha. Maine rokne ki jhooth-mooth ki koshish ki par wo bola, “Aaj nahi rokogi aap Memsaab…”
Usne blouse ke hooks khole aur mere doodh bhare gori boobs baahar nikaale. Fir zor se muh mein ek nipple le kar bahut der tak choosne laga — zor-zor se, doodh nikal aaya.
“Ahhh… Memsaab ki gori randi boobs… doodh nikal raha hai saali ke. Bahut din se piya nahi tha aisa doodh. Choos raha hu teri khandani choochiyon ko…”
Main dheere-dheere moan karne lagi, “Ahhh… Raju… mat kar aisa… uhhh… dheere… ahhh…” par awaaz bahut slow aur suppressed thi. Usne dono boobs ko baari-baari se choosa, kabhi zor se kaata, kabhi nipple ko jeebh se chat-ta, doodh meri fair skin par aur uske muh par leak hota raha.
“Saali ghamandi Memsaab… pati ke saamne to naak chadhaye rakhti hai aur yahan mera muh chuswa rahi hai. Teri doodh wali choochiyan bahut badi hai randi…”
Maine aur tez moan kiya, “Ahhhhh… nahi… ahhh… bahut zor se mat chooso… uhhhh… aaahhh…” shareer mein current si daud rahi thi, nipples se doodh nikalne ki sensation se poora badan garam ho raha tha.
Usne meri saree upar ki, panty side mein ki aur apna lund baahar nikaala. Maine mana kiya, “Nahi… ye mat kar…” par wo ne suni nahi. Usne meri taangein failayi aur zor se dhakka diya. Tight chut mein entry ke time tez jalan hui — main naatak karke boli-
“Ahhhhhhhhh… Raju… bahut tight hai… dheere kar… ahhhh… phaad doge meri chut…”
Wo andar baahar karne laga, bahut gandi gaaliyan dete hue:
“Memsaab ki tight gori chut… bahut tight hai saali… khandani randi ban gayi kya? Pati ko pata hai kya teri chut kitni geeli aur tight hoti hai? Ahhh… le… le mera mota lund teri Memsaab chut mein… ghamandi saali… pati ki biwi aur naukar ka lund le rahi hai…”
Main dheere se moan kar rahi thi jo dheere-dheere tez hoti gayi, “Ahhh… ahhh… Raju… zor mat… uhhhh… ahhhhhhh… bahut gehra ja raha hai… aaahhh… nahi… ahhhhh…”
Usne boobs ko chooste hue bahut der tak choda. Missionary mein tez dhakke. Kabhi side mein, kabhi taangein kandhe par rakh kar. Har dhakke ke sath meri gori thighs hil rahi thi, doodh leak ho raha tha.
“Le randi… le… teri gori gaand hil rahi hai… Memsaab ki chut ab meri hai… choos raha hu tera doodh aur chod raha hu teri chut… saali gandi Memsaab…”
Main peak par pahunchte hue zor se moan karne lagi, “Ahhhhhhhhh… Raju… aaahhh… nikal raha hai… ahhhhh… bahut maza aa raha hai… uhhhhhh… ahhh ahhh ahhhhh…” shareer kaamp raha tha, chut tight hone ke bawajood gehra maza de rahi thi.
Wo bhi tez dhakke maarte hue jhad gaya andar hi, “Le Memsaab… le mera maal teri chut mein… gori randi…”
Sex ke baad maine usko gusse se dhakka diya, “Ab nikal yahan se! Ye galat tha… main tujhe kabhi maaf nahi karungi!” Par shareer thar rahi thi aur chut abhi bhi sensitive thi. Wo muskurate hue baahar chala gaya.
Main bed par leti rahi — guilt, maza, gussa, sab mix.
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