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Meri biwi Swati adhure gusse ke baad mere paas ruki

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“Tu has diya meri soch par, Raghav. Main yahan nahi rukungi.” Swati ne joota pehen te hue kaha, awaaz mein gussa tha lekin uski aankhen thak chuki thi.

Meri patni drawing room ke darwaze ke paas khadi thi, kurti ke neeche saans tez chal rahi thi. Shaam ki roshni khidki se aa rahi thi, Ahmedabad ke is garmi wale sheher mein India ki hawa abhi bhi bhari thi.

Maine sofa ke kinare se uth kar kaha, “Main hasa nahi tha tere sapne par. Sirf ye poocha tha ki pehle do ghar try kar, phir bada soch.”

“Tera pehle do ghar wala jumla meri himmat par taras hai.” Usne purse nahi uthaya, sirf phone tight pakde rakha. “Reema ke ghar chali jaungi. Wahan koi meri baat ko hisab nahi samjhega.”

Behen ka ghar do gali aage tha. Koi bag nahi, koi taxi nahi, sirf ye faisla ki woh nikal khadi hogi. Maine uska naam liya, lekin woh rukti nahi dikhi.

“Swati, ek minute.” Maine kadam badhaya, door abhi khula hi tha. “Agar tu gayi, ye baat yahin adhuri reh jayegi. Main nahi chahta ki tu gusse mein sove.”

Woh palat kar dekhi. Uski kamar seedhi thi, honth sile hue. “To tu kya chahta hai? Main yahin khadi rahu aur tu mujhe samjhaye?”

“Main chahta hoon tu ruk. Apni marzi se. Nahi ruki to main peeche nahi aaunga.” Maine haath nahi badhaya. Sirf itna kaha, phir chup ho gaya.

Do saal pehle jab humne ye chhota flat liya tha, Bharat ke kai gharo ki tarah hamari bhi ye aadat thi ki jhagda darwaze tak le jaate, lekin aaj uski aankhen alag thi. Woh sochti rahi, joota abhi pair mein tha, phone ki screen andheri.

Phir usne darwaza khud band kiya. Click ki awaaz itni saaf thi ki mujhe laga koi neend se uth gaya. Joota usne pair se nikal kar kinare rakha, phone sofa ke gaddhe par patka, aur meri taraf dekha.

“Main ruki. Lekin is baar tu meri baat has ke nahi kate ga.”

Darwaze par khadi meri patni

Woh itni kareeb aayi ki meri shirt ka kapda uski ungliyon ke neeche aa gaya. “Bol, tiffin wala khayal tumhe sasta laga kya?”

“Sasta nahi. Main dara. Agar tu thak gayi to main khud ko doshi manaunga.” Maine yeh seedhi baat ki, bina unche jumle ke.

Swati hans di, lekin hansna gusse jaisa tha. “To ab darr ke saath meri biwi ko bhi dekh le, jo nikalne se ruki.” Usne mera collarbone chhua, ruk kar mere muh ki taraf dekha, phir khud aage badh kar honth rakh diye.

Woh chumban dheema nahi tha. Uski jeeb meri dant ke peeche gayi, haath meri kamar par kas gaya. Maine uski peeth par haath rakha, kurti ka zipper nahi khola, sirf uske saath khada raha jab tak usne meri nishani khud nahi pakdi.

“Yahan?” Maine halki awaaz mein poocha, kyunki khidki ke paar society ki gali thi.

“Yahan. Darwaza band hai. Tu bhag mat.” Usne meri shirt ke do button khole, muh meri chhati par rakh diya. Uski saans garam thi. Maine uske baal ke bun ko dheela kiya, baal kandhon par gir gaye.

Kurti upar uthte hi uski chuchiyan bra ke cup mein ubhar kar aayi. Maine cup ke kinare se honth phera, usne meri gardan pakad li. “Haan, wahi. Tez nahi, bas hat mat.”

Usne khud bra ka hook khola. Kapda sofa ki taraf gira. Main uski left chuchi muh mein le kar chusne laga, daant se halka dabaaya. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghus gayin, awaaz gale mein atak kar nikli.

Salwar ki nada usne khud kholi. Kapda pairon se nikal kar usne ek taraf dhakela. Kacche geele the, mere haath par nishan de gaye. Maine kaccha bhi neeche kiya, uski chut par ungli rakh di. Garam thi, phisalti thi.

“Andar mat daal abhi. Bahar hi rakh.” Usne meri kalai pakdi, rhythm khud set kiya. Main uski clit par gol gol ghumata raha, do ungliyan lab ke beech sehli. Woh meri shoulder par muh dabaaye khadi rahi, kabhi meri shirt nochti, kabhi meri kamar ki taraf haath ghasit ti.

Maine uski thighs ke beech apna ghutna lagaya, usko diwar ke saath thoda sahara diya. Painting ki frame hil gayi, lekin giri nahi. Swati ne aankh khol kar dekha, phir meri pajama ki nada khol di.

Mera lund bahar aaya to usne haath se pakad liya, upar se neeche ek lambe stroke mein. “Itna tight mat kar,” maine kaha. Usne grip dhili ki, lekin ruki nahi. Muh jhukane se pehle meri aankh mein dekha, phir sirf itna kaha, “Main karungi.”

Woh baith gayi. Carpet ke ruye uske ghutnon ke neeche dabe. Usne mera lund ke sir ko honth se chhua, phir poora muh mein liya. Garam jeeb ne neeche se upar tak lipta. Maine diwar ko ek haath se pakda, doosra uske baal mein halka raha, dabaye nahi rakha.

Uski aankhen kabhi upar uth ti, kabhi band ho jati. Thook ki patli dhaar uske honth ke kone se giri, usne ungli se ponchha nahi, wahi se phir muh lagaya. Meri saans khichne lagi. Maine naam liya uska, awaaz toot kar nikli.

Woh khadi hui, mere honth ke kareeb aayi, apna swad mere muh mein de diya. “Ab tu. Mujhe yahin rakh, lekin dheere.”

Gusse ke baad jo humne kiya

Maine usko sofa ke armrest ki taraf ghumaaya. Woh khud jhuk gayi, haath gaddhe par, kamar meri taraf. Uski gaand ki golai par meri hatheli rakhte hi usne peeth mooh ke taraf palat kar dekha. “Andar aa. Bina khele nahi.”

Maine uski chut ke muh par lund tek diya, geelapan se sir fisla. Ek dhakka, phir doosra. Uski deewar ne pakad liya. Woh ek awaaz nikal kar dab gayi, phir piche ko khud dhakka diya.

“Aur andar.” Usne kaha, alfaaz toot kar. Maine kamar pakad kar rhythm banaya, har baar uski thighs tak takati rahi meri jangh. Sofa ki dabi spring ne ek khadkhadahat di, lekin hum ruke nahi.

Uski chuchiyan neeche jhul rahi thi, main ek haath aage le ja kar unhe dabata raha. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kamp rahi thi. Kabhi woh meri ungliyon ko apni chut ke upar le jaati, clit par dabaav maangti, kabhi sirf saans ki lehar nikal ti.

Maine speed badhai to usne diwar nahi, meri kalai dabaayi. “Ruk, yahi depth. Nikal mat.” Main wahi raha, chhote chhote dhakke, uski geeli chut ki awaaz drawing room mein saaf padne lagi.

Phir usne khud ko palat liya, meri god mein aa kar baith gayi. Lund uski chut mein dubara ghusa, is baar uska chehra mere saamne tha. Uski aankhen geeli thi, lekin rone wali nahi. Usne meri gardan nahi, mera muh chuma, daant se mera honth pakda.

Woh upar neeche hui, apni thighs se meri kamar kas ti. Maine uske kandhon ko sahara diya, uski chhati apne muh se takraati rahi. Uski chuchiyan meri jeeb ke neeche namak jaisi thi, paseene ki geeli lakeer uski gardan se neeche behi.

“Bol na ab, sasta tha kya mera plan?” Usne mera lund ke andar baith kar poocha, saans ke beech.

“Nahi. Tera plan theek hai.” Maine seedha kaha. Usne hans kar mujhe aur neeche khincha, itna ki meri jangh uski gaand se chipak gayi.

Uske andar dhakke ab chhote the, lekin gehre. Uski chut bar bar mera lund ko nichodti. Maine uski clit par apna angutha ghumaya, usne meri shirt ke bache hue button noch liye. Kapda kaan tre tak khul gaya, lekin maine nahi utara, kyunki uska haath meri chhati par hi rehna chahta tha.

Woh kampne lagi. Pehle pet ki nass, phir uski thighs. “Raghav, abhi… mat nikal.” Maine nahi nikala. Uske orgasm ke dauran uski ungliyan meri peeth par khurach gayin, awaaz usne mere kandhe mein daba di. Uski chut ne itni baar kas a, ki mera khud ka pani kareeb aa gaya.

Usne meri aankh dekhi, phir dheere se kaha, “Mera muh. Jaldi.” Woh god se utri, ghutnon par aa gayi. Maine lund uske honth ke kareeb rakhi, usne khud pakad kar chus liya. Do lambi sikaai, teesri par mera pani uske muh mein gaya. Usne nigal liya, kone se jo gira use ungli se le kar phir chat liya.

Main uske saamne baith gaya, saans bhari. Usne meri jangh par sar rakh diya, kurti abhi bhi ek kandhe se atki thi, neeche nangi thi. Hum kuch der aise hi rahe, fan ki kut kut ke siwa aur awaaz nahi thi.

Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. “Tiffin ke liye jo list soch rahi thi, kal subah saath baith kar nikaalte hain. Main hasunga nahi.”

Usne meri ungli pakad li. “Ab nahi bol. Abhi sirf yahan reh.”

Hum carpet se uth kar sofa par let gaye, meri pajama abhi tak takno par atki, uska kaccha ek pair mein uljha. Usne meri baanh apne pet par rakh li, meri hatheli uski navel ke neeche. Uski saans dhimi padne lagi thi, lekin aankh poori band nahi hui.

Maine uski kamar par angutha phera, bas itna ki pata rahe main jagah par hoon. Usne meri shirt ke khule kapde ko apne gaal se sahlaya, jaise kapda bhi ab jhagde ka hissa nahi raha. Bahar gali mein kisi scooter ki speed ki bhinbhinahat gayi, phir khamoshi wapas aa gayi.

“Reema ko message karna tha ki main nahi aa rahi,” usne murjhate hue kaha, lekin haath phone ki taraf nahi gaya. Phone wahi tha, sofa ke doosre kone par, screen abhi andheri.

Maine uske kandhe par honth rakhe, namak aur perfume mila hua. Woh palat kar meri chhati par muh rakhne lagi, jaise neend aur baat dono adhure the. mera lund ab dhimi thi, uski jangh se chipki, koi naya dhakka nahi, sirf uski skin ki garam patti.

Usne meri kalaai pakad kar apni chut ke upar rakh di, bina maange ke nahi, bas rakh kar chhod di. Maine hilaaya nahi. Uske geele baal meri hatheli ke neeche the, aur uski aankhen meri gardan ke khaddar par band ho rahi thi.

Do minute aise nikal gaye. Fan ne ek dhakka diya, curtain hilaa, lekin khidki ab bhi utni hi band thi jitni usne pehle rakhi thi. Maine socha ab uth kar paani lao, lekin uski baanh meri kamar par bhaari pad gayi, is liye main hila nahi.

Tab sofa ke gaddhe par phone ki screen chamki. Pehle ek baar, phir turant doosri. Neela ujala uske kacche ke kapde par pada, phir meri nangi pet par.

Lift se pehle phone chamka

Swati ne aankh kholi, lekin uthne se pehle maine screen dekh li. Reema ka message tha, bade akshar: “Paanch minute mein nikal padi. Lift ke neeche aa ja, gussa thanda karungi.”

Neeche line mein time bhi tha. Bheja abhi abhi gaya tha. Matlab jab hum diwar se lipte the, uski behen already raaste mein thi.

Swati ne phone uthaya, muh khola, phir band kiya. “Maine subah kaha tha shayad aaun. Usne wait nahi kiya.”

Maine pajama upar khinchi, nada bandhi, shirt ke bache button lagaye. Kurti uske kandhe par daal di, bra sofa ke neeche dikh raha tha, usko uthane ka time nahi tha. “Tu call kar. Main neeche jaata hoon lift rokne.”

Woh meri kalai pakadne lagi, lekin main ruk nahi saka. Society ki lift tez hai, Reema ke pair bhi tez. Agar woh darwaza khatkhataati, to ye khula scene, ye geela sofa, ye adhuri kapde ki kahani, sab uske saamne pad jaata.

Maine joota nahi, slippers pehne, chabi pocket mein dali. Swati peeche se boli, “Raghav, main khud bol dungi.”

“Bol. Lekin main pehle floor par hona chahta hoon.” Maine darwaza khola, wahi darwaza jo usne band kiya tha. Gali ki hawa andar aa gayi, meri shirt ke khule gale ko chhua.

Seedhiyon ki taraf nahi, lift ke button ki taraf bada. Mirror mein meri gardan par uske honth ka laal nishan saaf tha. Maine collar upar nahi kiya. Time nahi tha chhupane ka, sirf rokne ka.

Lift ki batti neeche se upar aa rahi thi. Maine socha agar Reema andar se nikli, to main pehle hi kahunga Swati ruki hai, gussa khatam, ab ghar ke andar baat hogi. Phone meri pocket mein nahi tha. Phone upar, meri patni ke haath mein, jahan abhi bhi meri saans uski skin par honi chahiye thi.

Darwaze ke peeche se Swati ki awaaz aayi, dheemi, call lagaate hue. Main lift ke saamne khada raha, button dabaaye, is intezaar mein ki lohe ke darwaze khulen, aur jo raat andar adhuri chuti thi, use koi bhi teesri aankh na dekh le.

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