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Cuckold pati anguthi dekh ke sofa par unka sex dekhta raha

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Window se palatte hi meri nazar side table par ja atki. Niharika ki soni anguthi wahan khuli padi thi, jaise usne jaan boojh kar utar di ho. Ayaan mere drawing room ke sofa par uske itne kareeb baitha tha ke unke ghutne mil rahe the.

Kochi ki is dopehar ki dhoop curtains ke kinare se andar gir rahi thi. Bharat ke is garm mausam mein fan tez ghum raha tha, lekin pet ke andar jo khichav tha woh hawa se nahi utarne wala tha.

“Yeh anguthi yahan kyon hai?” meri awaaz sookhi nikli.

Niharika ki aankhen meri taraf uthin. Unme sharm kam thi, faisla zyada. “Kyunki maine pehle hi utar di. Ayaan ke aane se pehle. Chai ke bahane nahi bulaya tha usko.”

Ayaan ka haath uski kamar se nahi hata. Unki kamar par uski ungliyan itni aaram se thi jaise yeh haq pehle mil chuka ho. White shirt ke do button khule the, meri patni ki cotton kurti ke upar ke button bhi.

Usne anguthi pehle hi utar di

“Tum dono ghar mein baithe ho aur ring table par hai,” maine kaha. Gala sukha tha. “Yeh pehle se socha hua tha?”

“Haan.” Niharika ki awaaz seedhi thi. “Pichhle mahine reunion ke baad maine man mein haan bol di thi. Tu narm rehta hai, main thak gayi thi chhupane se. Ayaan ko pata hai main shaadi-shuda hoon. Usne zabardasti nahi ki.”

Ayaan ab meri taraf dekha. “Parth, agar tu kahe to main abhi nikal jaun. Yeh uski marzi se hai, meri naukri se nahi.”

Main khada raha. Jealousy garam thi, lekin meri jeans ke andar bhi kuch khinch raha tha. Niharika ne palazzo ke kinare ko ungli se masla, phir meri aankhon mein dekha.

“Tu chahe to cuckold banke yahin dekh,” usne kaha. “Nahi to doosre kamre chala ja. Main Ayaan ke saath yahin rahungi. Rokungi nahi khud ko.”

“Main yahin rahunga,” maine kaha. Ek baar, saaf. Kursi dining table ke paas thi, maine usko kheench kar sofa ke saamne rakh di aur baith gaya.

Niharika ne sir hilaya, jaise yeh jawab usne pehle se ummeed kiya ho. Phir Ayaan ki taraf mudi. Uska haath uske gale par gaya, usne chuma, dheere, phir gehra. Meri patni ki saans uske muh ke andar ulajh gayi.

Kurti ke bache hue button usne khud khole. Andar beige bra thi, cups bhari hui. Ayaan ki ungli cups ke upar se ghisi, phir usne bra ko neeche khiska diya. Uski chhati bahar aa gayi, nipple tight the. Woh meri taraf ek pal ke liye dekhti rahi, phir aankhen band kar ke Ayaan ke muh ko apne stan par daba li.

Main kursi par pakad ke baitha. Mera lund jeans ke kapde ko tan raha tha, lekin uth kar unke beech nahi gaya. Yeh dekhna hi us pal ka kaam tha, chhoona nahi.

Ayaan ne palazzo ki cord kholi. Kapda ghutnon tak utra. Niharika ne khud pair faile, sofa ke gaddhe par lette hue. Uski chut ke upar cotton panty geeli dikh rahi thi. Ayaan ne panty ka kinara hata ke ungli rakhi, phir andar daali. Niharika ki kamar uth gayi.

“Aur neeche,” usne kaha, meri taraf nahi, Ayaan ki taraf. “Wahan… haan.”

Do ungliyan uski chut mein chal rahi thin. Geeli awaaz chhoti thi, fan ki kat-kat ke neeche. Main apna muh band rakhe dekhta raha. Kabhi-kabhi Niharika ki aankhen meri taraf khulti, phir dubar band ho jati.

Panty poori utar gayi. Palazzo bhi. Kurti khuli hi padi rahi, kandhon se sarak ke kohniyon par atki. Ayaan ne jeans kholi, underwear ke saath neeche ki. Uska lund mera se mota laga, garam, nasean ubhri hui. Niharika ne haath badha ke pakda, sir se neeche tak malish ki, phir jhuk ke muh mein liya.

Sofa ke kinare par uska sar hil raha tha. Thook ki dhaari uski thuddi tak aa gayi. Ayaan ke haath uske baal mein the, lekin kheench nahi rahe the zyada, bas raste par rakh rahe the. Main apni mutthi jeans ke upar dabaaye rakha, kapde ke upar se, bina nikaale.

“Bas, ab andar,” Niharika ne muh hata ke kaha. Saans phooli hui thi. “Parth dekh raha hai. Chhod mat.”

Ayaan ke saath woh khul gayi

Ayaan ne pocket se packet nikala, foil faadi, condom chadha liya. Niharika ne pair aur khole, ek ghutna sofa ke backrest par, doosra neeche. Uski chut khuli dikh rahi thi, geeli, thodi si laal. Ayaan ne lund ka sir uski chut par rakh ke ek baar raga, phir dheere andar diya.

Niharika ki awaaz nikal gayi, lambe khinche hue. “Ah… dheere… haan, ab poora.”

Woh andar tak chala gaya. Unki kamar mil ke hilne lagi. Pehle dhakke lambe the, phir tez. Sofa ka wood halka sa chilla. Main kursi se nahi hila. Mera lund dard kar raha tha kapde ke andar, lekin uthna matlab beech mein khada hona tha, aur us pal meri jagah yahi thi.

“Usko bol ke dekh,” Ayaan ne kaha, saans todte hue, meri taraf ek nazar daal ke. Nahi bol raha tha taana, sirf pooch raha tha jagah.

Niharika ne meri aankhon mein dekha jab uska badan dhakke kha raha tha. “Dekh raha hai na? Yeh woh cheez hai jo maine chhupa ke rakhi thi. Ab nahi chhupaungi.”

Main sirf gardan hilaya. Haan. Uski chut Ayaan ke lund ko pakad ke nikal rahi thi, geeli chamak ke saath. Har baar jab woh bahar aata, kinara khulta, phir dubar samata. Niharika ke stan hil rahe the. Uska ek haath sofa ke cushion ko masal raha tha, doosra apni chut ke upar clit par ghis raha tha.

Tez hote dhakkon mein uski awaaz tootne lagi. “Wahan… mat nikal… andar hi… condom hai, chhod.”

Ayaan ne uski thighs uthai, dono taange apne kandhon ke kareeb ki. Position badli lekin kamra wahi raha, sofa wahi. Niharika ki peeth ab thodi khadi ho gayi, sir backrest se sata. Is angle se mujhe uski chut aur uska lund dono saaf dikh rahe the, jahan wo mil rahe the.

Hindustan ke is ghar ke andar teen log the, bahar galli mein kisi scooter ki awaaz nikal gayi aur kho gayi. Koi knock nahi hui. Fan chalta raha. Niharika ki geeli awaaz uske upar chadhti rahi.

“Parth,” usne mera naam leke kaha, aankhen adhkhuli. “Tu uth mat. Dekhta reh. Main… aa rahi hoon.”

Uski chut sikudne lagi. Pair ki ungliyan kasi hui. Ayaan ne dhakke nahi rokhe. Niharika ki awaaz ek lambe kaate ki tarah nikal ke doob gayi, phir woh kapkapi ke saath uske lund par baithi rahi, geeli, khuli.

Thodi der baad Ayaan ki kamar tez hili. Condom ke andar usne ghoot ke chhoda, daant kase, saans bhari. Niharika ne uske kandhon ko pakde rakha jab tak woh kampna band na kare. Phir dono still ho gaye, chipke, paseene se chamakte.

Ayaan nikalte waqt condom sambhalte hue peeche hata. Niharika sofa par faili rahi, kurti khuli, chut geeli, saans lambi. Meri taraf dekha, thaki hui muskaan nahi, bas ek seedhi nazar.

Maine mutthi bandh kar li

Kursi par se main uth kar unke paas nahi gaya. Side table tak hi gaya. Soni anguthi wahi padi thi, jahan usne pehle rakh di thi. Thandi thi ungliyon mein.

Niharika ne kalaai aage nahi badhai. Ayaan apni jeans khinch raha tha, nazar neeche. Main anguthi ko mutthi mein daba ke wapas kursi par aa baitha. Ungli par nahi chadhai, usko bhi nahi di.

“Yahin rakhunga abhi,” maine kaha.

Niharika ne palazzo nahi pehna. Sofa par hi leti rahi, meri mutthi ko dekhti rahi. Ayaan shirt ke button lagane laga, lekin darwaze ki taraf kadam nahi badhaya, jaise meri jagah ab bhi us kursi par hi honi chahiye.

Main mutthi bandhe baitha raha. Anguthi ki gol kinara meri hatheli kaat rahi thi. Niharika ki khuli kurti, Ayaan ka khada saans, aur woh ring jo wapas uski ungli par nahi gayi, teeno usi dopehar ke andar the.

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