Mera naam Rahul hai aur main regular stories padta hun. Main 36 saal ka shaadi shuda mard hun. Maine apni biwi ko har angle se choda hun par aaj tak meri tharak puri nahi ho pa rahi.
Ab seedha aata hun kahani pe…
Mere ghar pe main or meri biwi rehti hain jo ki school teacher hain. Meri biwi har saal garmi ki chhutiyon mein apne ghar jati hain 1 mahine ke liye. Iss ek mahine main ghar pe hi rehta hun.
Mere ghar ek maid aati hain jo sirf ek mahine jab meri biwi bahar jati hain, khana banati hain or baki saal bhar ghar ke kaam karti hain. Chuki maid ko hum ghar mein akele entry nahi dete hain chori ke dar se, toh maid subha 6 baje ajati hain taaki wo 3 ghante mein ghar ka kaam or khana banane mere office jane se pehle.
Meri maid patli or saawli hain, lekin feature kaafi ache hain. Baat karne mein chulbuli si hain. Figure kuch Ananya Pandey jesa hain.
Toh ab subha jab 6 baje aati hain toh usi ke bell ring se mein uth pata hun. Ab batata hun kaise shuru hua meri hawas ka khel.
Ek din subha wo aayi toh mera lund tana hua tha, jese sabhi ladko ka rehta hain subha. Fir maine gate khola or main seedhe bedroom mein chala gaya jisse wo mera tana hu lund na dekh paai.
Fir thodi der baad main normal hua. Tab main kitchen mein gaya chai banane ke liye. Wahan par Kiran bartan dho rahi thi. Fir main usse kuch baat karne laga…
Me: Kiran, aaj 4 roti bana dena… or haan… kal ki sabzi gazab ki thi. Ungliya chaat li thi maine…
Kiran: Chaliye, acha hain… didi nahi hain toh kam se kam khana toh mil ja raha hain…
Me: haan… ye ek mahina kathin nikalta hain har saal…
Fir main chai banane laga toh ek dum se Kiran tez chillayi ki, “Laal chiti… laal chiti…”
Or usne kaha ki, “Shayad peeth pe chal rahi hain… hata dijiye… mujhe dar lagta hain…”
Maine jaldi se dekha toh wo blouse ke aas pass ghum rahi thi. Fir maine haanth se hata diya, lekin fir dekha ek blouse ke andar hain peech side bra ki strap ke pass. Toh maine kaha, “Ye toh andar hain…”
Usne kaha, “Hata dijiye…”
Fir maine himmat karke bra strap ke pass se wo cheeti hata di toh usne rahat ki saans li.
Or fir apni chai banane lag gaya. Us din wo kaam karke chali gayi or fir ek hafta bus aise hi chalta raha. Or jab jab main kitchen mein jata, idhaar udhar touch ho hi jata. Par usne kuch kaha nahi.
Fir ek din main chhuti par tha. Tab wo 8 baje aayi kaam karne or karti rahi kuch apna. Fir ek dum chillayi or andar aake boli, “Bhaiya! Madhu makhkhi ne kaat liya…”
Uski baaju pe dard ho raha tha. Fir maine dekha ki kahan pe dard ho raha hain or bola ki, “Uska dank nikal dun, kya?”
Wo boli, “haan… kaise bhi…”
Fir maine uski baaazu pe suck kiya ache se or fir loha ghis ke lagaya. Tab jaake thodi rahat aayi usko.
Lekin us din se mere andar ek ajeeb si tharak jaag uthi. Jab bhi kiran ko dekhta, feel ajata. Or fir main usse or zyada touch hone laga jab bhi moka mile.
Ab hum log pehle se zyada baate karne lage, uske husband ke baare mein, didi (meri wife) ke baare mein, etc.
Fir ek din main nahane gaya or mujhe idea aya ki main towel na le jaun or Kiran se maangu. Jab maine naha liya toh Kiran ko bola ki, “Kiran, towel bhul gaya… dogi kya? Bed pe rakhi hain…”
Kiran jhat se gayi bed se towel utha kar bathroom mein dedi. Mujhe laga ki usne mera khada lund dekh liya or haske chali gayi. Meri tharak, mano, aasman mein thi or daily hilane laga main.
Ab Kiran ko chodne ka plan banana tha; bus, ek or baar yakeen hojata ki wo jo kar rahi hain daily, wo bhi wahi chahti hain, or wo din aa gaya.
Ek din usne bola, “Thoda aap bus stand tak chor denge? Aaj mere pati nahi aaye mujhe lene.”
Main turant ‘haan’ kar diya or main use scooty pe bitha ke bus stand tak gaya. Raaste mein kaafi gaddhe the toh discomfort ho raha tha.
Maine Kiran ko bola, “Tum mujhe pakad lo… warna gir jaogi…”
Usne jhat se pakad liya or ab jaan boojh ke har gaddhe par apne boobs mujhse touch karti, bus. Fir maine use bus stand par utar diya or usne smile di.
Fir maine himmat karke bola, “Kal subha jaldi ajana… kuch kaam hain.” Usne ‘haan’ kar diya.
Raat bhar neend nahi aayi; 3 baar mutth maar li, tab soya.
Fir subha utha toh Kiran agayi 5:30 par hi or thodi alag si lag rahi thi. Thoda make up bhi kiya tha.
Aate hi usne mujhe smile di or bola, “Kya kaam tha?”
Maine usko bola, “Tum thoda tel garam kar lo lehsun daalke… meri peeth mein lagana hain… kaafi dard ho raha hain. Tumhari didi nahi hain… sara dhyaan tumhi ko rakhna hain.”
Fir wo tel garam karke layi toh main ulta let gaya; sirf chaddi pehni hui thi maine.
Maine bola, “Peeth pe laga do ache se.”
Fir wo side mein bethe ke peeth pe tel lagane lagi toh usse ban nahi raha tha ache se.
Maine kaha, “Comfort hokar beth jao… chaho toh peeth pe neeche side beth jao…”
Fir wo hasi or meri gaand par beth gayi or tel lagane lagi. Mere lund tanke khada hogaya. Toh maine upar uthke thoda adjust kiya; wo samajh gayi.
Fir hum log baatein karne lage. Usne poocha, “Didi roz tel lagati hain, kya?”
Maine bola, “Nahi… jab dard hota hain, tab…”
Maine kaha, “Tum didi se mat bolna ki tumne lagaya warna maar dalegi wo mujhe… wo toh mujhe tum achi lagti ho… tumse baat hoti hain, isliye maine bol diya.”
Toh be continued…
Next part mein, iske aage ki kahani jisme main bataunga ki Kiran ki chudayi kaise hui or kaise fir biwi ke rehte humara affair chalta raha.
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