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Doston, mera naam Gurpreet Singh hai. Main Haryana se hoon, aur mera apna khetibari ka business hai. Meri umar 48 saal ki hai, aur main shaadi-shuda hoon. Mere do bachhe hain – ek ladka aur ek ladki. Dono ab Australia mein padhai kar rahe hain.
Meri biwi, jo 45 saal ki hai, unke saath wahan chali gayi thi pichle saal, kyunki bachhon ko khana-peena aur ghar ka adjust karne mein pareshani ho rahi thi. Uske jaane ke baad main ghar par akela reh gaya. Ghar ke chhote-mote kaam naukar sambhal lete hain, aur khana banane ke liye ek kamwali bai rakhi hui hai.
Mera roz ka routine kheton ko dekhna hota hai. Wahan pe faslon ki dekhbhaal, mazdooron ko instructions dena, aur paani-irrigation ka system check karna. Iske alawa, maine kuch dukaanein bhi rent par di hui hain Gurgaon ke paas wale shehar mein. Wahan se mahine ka acha kiraya aata hai. Kabhi-kabhi tenant time par paise na de to unko call karna padta hai, ya khud jaake baat karni padti hai. Zindagi theek-thaak chal rahi thi, lekin biwi ke jaane ke baad ek cheez thi jo mujhe pareshan karti thi – mera sex ka shaunk.
Mera lund 8 inch ka hai, aur mujhe har 2-3 din mein ek baar chudai ki zaroorat padti hai. Warna main bechain ho jata hoon, dimag kahin aur nahi lagta. Meri biwi, Simran, is maamle mein bahut supportive thi. Jab bhi main kehta, wo bina kuch kahe nangi ho jati aur taangein faila deti. Main uski chut mein apna lund daal kar apni hawas shaant kar leta.
Uske saath sex karna jaise ek aadat si ban gayi thi – kabhi subah uth kar, kabhi raat ko sone se pehle. Wo bhi maze leti thi, aur hum dono mil kar alag-alag positions try karte the. Lekin ab wo Australia mein thi, aur phone par baat karne se lund shaant thodi hota hai.
Shuruaat mein main muth maar kar kaam chala raha tha. Roz raat ko bathroom mein jaake, apne lund ko hath se hilata aur maal gira deta. Lekin jo maza chut ki garmi mein hai, wo hath se kahan milta hai. Lund ko chut ki aadat jo pad gayi thi. Din beet-te gaye, aur meri bechaini badhti gayi.
Kheton mein kaam karte hue bhi dimag wahan atak jata. Ek din to maine socha ki kisi call girl ko bula loon, lekin gaon ke ilake mein aisa karna riski tha – logon ki nazar pad jati, aur badnaami ho jati.
Ab baat karte hain meri kamwali ki. Uska naam Pooja hai. Wo 35 saal ki hai, aur uska jism bhara-bhara sa hai – mote boobs, badi gaand, aur kamar patli. Rang uska gehua sa hai, lekin chehra attractive hai. Wo shadi-shuda hai, aur uska pati shehar mein driver ka kaam karta hai. Pooja sirf kitchen ka kaam karti hai – subah aati, khana banati, bartan saaf karti, aur dopahar ko chali jati. Biwi ke jaane ke baad usne mera khana bhi pack karna shuru kar diya. Agar main ghar pe hota to wahan paros deti, warna kheton mein le aati.
Mere khet ghar se bas 10-15 minute ki doori par hain, gaon ke bahar. Pooja paidal hi aa jati thi, tiffin haath mein leke. Zyadatar wo salwar-kameez pehenti thi, lekin kabhi-kabhi meri biwi ke diye hue suits bhi pehan leti. Uske jism ki shape usme achi tarah dikh jati thi – tight kameez mein boobs ubhre hue, aur salwar mein gaand ka golapan.
Shuruaat mein main usko sirf kaamwali ki nazar se dekhta tha, lekin jaise-jaise din guzarte gaye, meri nazar badalne lagi. Kabhi wo jhuk kar bartan dhoti to uske cleavage dikh jate, aur mera lund tan jata.
Ek din ki baat hai. Mausam garam tha, May ka mahina. Main subah se kheton mein tha, faslon pe pesticide spray karwa raha tha. Dopahar ka time hua, lunch ka waqt. Main ek ped ke neeche baitha tha, thak kar.
Tabhi door se Pooja ki awaaz aayi – “Saab ji, khana le aayi hoon.” Maine mud kar dekha, wo tiffin leke aa rahi thi. Aaj usne blue color ka tight suit pehna tha, jisme uska poora figure highlight ho raha tha. Kameez ka gala thoda deep tha, aur jab wo chalti to boobs hilte hue nazar aate. Salwar tight thi, jisme uski thighs ki shape saaf dikh rahi thi. Mera dil thoda machal gaya, lekin maine khud ko control kiya.
Usne zameen par chadar bichayi, tiffin khola, aur khana parosa – roti, sabzi, daal, aur salad. Main khane laga, aur wo paas baith kar wait karne lagi. Hum thodi baat karte the – “Aaj mausam kitna garam hai, saab ji.” Main kehta, “Haan, Pooja, garmi mein kaam karna mushkil hai.” Us din usne bataya ki uska pati shehar mein hai, aur wo akeli rehti hai gaon mein. Main sochne laga ki shayad usko bhi sex ki zaroorat hoti hogi.
Khana khatam hone ke baad usne tiffin band kiya, aur wapas ghar ki taraf chali gayi. Mera kaam bhi khatam hone wala tha, to main bhi 5-10 minute baad nikal pada.
Raaste mein, jo kheton ke beech se guzarta hai, mujhe ek taraf se awaaz sunai di. Jaise koi phone par baat kar raha ho. Maine thoda aage badh kar dekha – Pooja ek jhaadi ke peeche baithi thi, phone par baat karte hue. Neeche dekha to samajh aaya ki wo peshab ya tatti kar rahi thi. Uski salwar neeche sarki hui thi, aur gaand nangi thi – badi, gol, aur mulayam lag rahi thi. Mera lund ekdum khada ho gaya, pant mein tan gaya.
Wo apne pati se baat kar rahi thi – “Haan ji, abhi kheton se aa rahi hoon. Thoda ruk gayi thi.”
Fir uske pati ne kuch kaha, aur Pooja hasi – “Acha, video call? Abhi? Theek hai.” Usne phone video mode par kiya, aur neeche ki taraf camera ghumaya. “Dekho na, meri chut kitni geeli hai garmi se.” Uske pati ne kaha, “Haan, ab sehlao ise.” Pooja ne hath neeche daala, aur apni chut par ungliyaan ragadne lagi.
Sath hi wo tatti bhi kar rahi thi, lekin uski siskiyan shuru ho gayi – “Ahh… ji, maza aa raha hai.” Uski awaaz sun kar mera control toot gaya. Bahut dino se chut nahi mili thi, aur yahan ye scene dekh raha tha. Maine socha, aaj isko chodunga hi.
Maine apni pant kholi, underwear neeche kiya, aur 8 inch ka lund bahar nikaala. Wo tan kar khada tha, supada laal ho gaya. Fir main dheere se side se ghum kar uske saamne aa gaya. Pooja ne mujhe dekha to ghabra gayi, phone neeche gir gaya. Uski nazar mere lund par padi, aur wo chup ho gayi. Main aage badha, lund uske muh ke paas le gaya, aur ishara kiya ki muh mein lo.
Wo pehle hichkichayi, lekin uski chut mein ungli karne se wo garam thi. Uska pati phone par chillata raha, lekin usne jaldi se kaha, “Ji, network nahi hai,” aur call cut kar diya.
Fir Pooja ne mera lund hath mein liya, jeebh se chatna shuru kiya. Maza aane laga – garam jeebh lund par lag rahi thi. Bahut dino baad kisi aurat ka touch mila. Usne muh khola, aur lund andar le liya. Main uske baal pakde, aur muh mein dhakke dene laga. Wo choos rahi thi, “Glug glug” ki awaaze aa rahi thi. Uski thook mere lund par gir rahi thi. Main tez dhakke dene laga, uska gala tak lund ja raha tha. Wo “Hmm… hmm…” kar rahi thi, ankhen band kiye.
Kuch der baad maine lund nikala, aur usko letne ka ishara kiya. Usne jaldi se apni gaand saaf ki kuch pattiyon se, aur paas hi zameen par let gayi. Main uske upar aaya, uski kameez upar ki, bra hata di. Uski badi-badi choochiyan bahar aa gayi – nipples sakht the. Neeche salwar aur panty utari, uski chut geeli thi, baal thode se. Maine lund uski chut par ragda, fir muh par set kiya aur ek dhakka maara.
“Aahh!” uski cheekh nikli, aadha lund andar ghus gaya. Chut tight thi, shayad pati ka lund chhota hoga ya kam chudti hogi.
Maine doosra dhakka maara, poora lund andar. Wo dard se karah gayi, lekin maine uske honth choosne shuru kiye taaki awaaz na nikle. Neeche se chudai shuru – dheere-dheere andar-bahar. Maza aa raha tha, chut ki garmi mere lund ko gher rahi thi. Pooja bhi ab sath de rahi thi, gaand utha kar. Main uske honth chhodhe, aur choochiyon par muh laga diya – ek ko choosta, doosri ko masalta. Uski siskiyan – “Ahh… saab ji… dheere… maza aa raha hai.”
Speed badhayi, hardcore chudai shuru. Chap-chap ki awaaze, uski chut se paani beh raha tha. Hum dono pasine se bheeg gaye. 10 minute baad maine position change ki – usko ghodi banaya. Peeche se lund daala, gaand par thappad maare. Wo chillayi, “Ahh… zor se… saab ji!” Main tez dhakke, uske baal pakde. Aur 5 minute baad mera hone wala tha. Maine lund nikaalne ki koshish ki, lekin usne kaha, “Andar hi daalo, saab ji. Meri tubes band hain, pregnant nahi houngi.”
Maine aur tez kiya, aur andar maal gira diya. Garam semen uski chut mein bhar gaya. Hum dono haanfte hue let gaye. Uske baad, jab tak Simran nahi aati, Pooja meri hawas shaant karti rahi. Har dopahar kheton mein milna, ghar mein chupke se chudai. Zindagi mein maza aa gaya.
Lekin yeh sirf shuruaat thi. Ek din Pooja ne bataya ki uska pati shehar se aa raha hai weekend par. Main pareshan ho gaya – ab kya? Lekin usne kaha, “Saab ji, chinta mat karo. Main manage kar lungi.” Fir us weekend, jab uska pati aaya, wo raat ko chupke se mere ghar aayi. Humne bedroom mein chudai ki, dabe paaon. Uska pati so raha tha uske ghar. Maza double ho gaya – risk mein excitement.
Waqt guzarta gaya. Main Pooja ko gifts dene laga – naye kapde, paise extra. Wo khush rehti. Ek baar humne car mein try kiya, shehar jaate hue. Roadside park karke, back seat par. Uski moans sun kar dil khush ho jata. Biwi se phone par baat hoti, lekin ab guilt nahi tha – zindagi enjoy kar raha tha.
jab Simran wapas aayi to sab kuch normal sa lag raha tha. Wo Australia se lauti to thaki hui thi, lekin khush bhi – bachhe theek-thaak padh rahe the, unki life set ho rahi thi. Main airport jaake usko receive karne gaya. Usne mujhe gale lagaya, aur ghar aate hi bola, “Gurpreet ji, kitna miss kiya tumhe.
” Raat ko bedroom mein hum dono ne pehle din ki tarah hi chudai ki – jaise purane din wapas aa gaye hon. Usne apne naye lingerie pehne the jo Australia se laayi thi, aur main uski chut mein apna 8 inch ka lund daal kar maze le raha tha. Wo bhi garam thi, bahut dino baad husband ka touch mila tha usko.
Lekin andar hi andar ek cheez badal chuki thi. Pooja ab bhi roz subah aati thi kaam karne. Ab wo sirf kitchen tak seemit nahi thi – kabhi kabhi drawing room saaf karti, ya balcony pe jhadu lagati. Simran ko pata nahi tha, lekin jab bhi Simran bahar hoti ya so rahi hoti, Pooja ki nazar mujh par padti aur ek chhoti si smile deti. Main bhi usko dekhta, aur yaad aa jata un kheton wale dinon ka – uski badi gaand, geeli chut, aur woh siskiyan. Ab ghar mein chupke se milna mushkil tha, lekin excitement aur badh gaya tha.
Ek din subah Simran market gayi thi kuch saman lene. Pooja aayi, kitchen mein kaam kar rahi thi. Main peeche se gaya, uski kamar par haath rakha. Wo ghabra gayi, mud kar boli, “Saab ji, memsaab kabhi bhi aa sakti hain.” Maine kaha, “Bas 2 minute, Pooja. Bahut din ho gaye.” Usne jaldi se gas band kiya, aur mujhe laundry room mein le gayi – wahan door lock kar liya. Wahan maine uski salwar neeche ki, panty side mein karke apna lund uski chut par set kiya.
Standing position mein hi dhakka maara. Uski chut ab bhi tight thi, lekin geeli ho gayi thi jaldi. Maine uske muh par haath rakha taaki awaaz na nikle, aur tez dhakke marne laga. 5 minute mein hi main andar hi jhad gaya. Usne tissue se saaf kiya, aur normal kaam karne lagi jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Yeh chhoti-chhoti mulakaatein shuru ho gayin. Kabhi godown mein, jab main kheton ka saman laaya hota. Kabhi terrace par, jab Simran neeche TV dekh rahi hoti. Har baar risk hota, lekin maza double. Pooja ko bhi pasand aane laga tha – wo kehti, “Saab ji, aapke bina ab mann nahi lagta.
” Main usko extra paise deta, naye suits khareed kar deta. Ek baar to maine uske liye ek vibrator bhi mangwaya online – chhota sa, discreet. Usne raat ko ghar jaake use kiya aur mujhe message kiya, “Saab ji, aapke naam ki awaaz nikalti hai jab yeh andar jata hai.”
Simran ko shak hone laga tha. Ek din raat ko boli, “Gurpreet, tum kuch alag ho gaye ho. Pehle se zyada excited lagte ho sex mein.” Maine has ke taal diya, “Biwi ke paas rehne ka maza hi alag hai na.” Lekin andar se thoda darr bhi lag raha tha. Agar pata chal gaya to ghar toot sakta tha. Fir bhi control nahi hota tha. Pooja ki body ki aadat pad gayi thi – uske bade boobs dabane ka maza, uski gaand pe thappad marne ka, aur uski chut ki garmi.
Ek weekend aisa aaya jab Simran apni behen ke ghar 2 din ke liye chali gayi. Main ghar akela tha. Pooja ko message kiya – “Aaj raat ko aana.” Usne jawab diya, “Ji saab, pati ko keh dungi ki der ho jayegi.” Raat 9 baje wo aayi, lekin is baar normal kapdon mein nahi – ek red color ka nighty pehen kar aayi thi, jo maine hi gift kiya tha. Nighty itni short thi ki uski thighs dikh rahi thi, aur andar bra bhi nahi thi.
Nipples ubhre hue the.
Main usko bedroom mein le gaya. Lights dim kar di. Usne mujhe bed par dhakka diya aur upar chadh gayi. Pehli baar usne initiative liya. Mere pajama neeche kiya, lund muh mein liya aur choosne lagi – dheere dheere, jeebh ghuma kar. Main moan kar raha tha. Fir wo upar aayi, nighty upar ki, aur meri taraf baith gayi – cowgirl position. Uski chut neeche se mere lund par baith gayi, poora andar le liya.
Wo upar neeche hone lagi, boobs hil rahe the. Maine unko pakad kar dabaya, nipples pinch kiye. Wo tez ho gayi – “Ahh… saab ji… aaj poora maza lo.”
Humne position change ki – doggy style. Main peeche se daala, uski gaand pakdi aur zor zor se thappad maare. Har thappad ke saath wo cheekhti, “Zor se… aur zor se!” Main uske baal pakad kar peeche kheenchta, aur dhakke marta. 20 minute tak yeh chalta raha.
Fir maine usko missionary mein lita diya, taangein kandhon par rakhi, aur deep penetration shuru. Uski chut se paani beh raha tha, bedgeela ho gaya. Jab main jhadne laga to usne kaha, “Andar hi… poora andar!” Maine andar hi maal gira diya, aur hum dono haanfte hue let gaye.
Us raat humne 3 baar chudai ki – har baar alag position, alag maza. Subah 4 baje wo chali gayi, lekin jaate hue boli, “Saab ji, ab yeh secret humara rahega. Memsaab ko kabhi pata nahi chalna chahiye.”
Din guzarte gaye. Simran ko kuch shak nahi hua, ya shayad usne ignore kar diya. Pooja ab bhi kaam karti thi, lekin ab humare beech ek silent understanding thi. Kabhi kabhi main usko phone karta, aur wo bathroom mein jaake video call par apni chut dikhati. Main muth maarta dekh kar. Yeh sab chalta raha.
Ek din Pooja ne bataya ki wo pregnant hai. Main ghabra gaya – “Kaise? Maine to hamesha andar hi…” Usne has ke kaha, “Arre saab ji, yeh baccha aapka nahi hai. Mera pati ne hi kiya hai. Usne last month jab aaya tha, tab.” Main rahat ki saans li. Lekin andar se thoda jealousy bhi hua – uski chut ab pati ke liye bhi use ho rahi thi.
Fir bhi humara silsila chalta raha. Jab uska pet badhne laga, to humne oral sex zyada kiya – wo mera lund choosti, main uski chut chaat ta. Pregnancy ke time uski chut aur geeli rehti thi, hormones ki wajah se. Main usko maze deta raha.
Baccha hone ke baad, Pooja thodi der ke liye kaam par nahi aayi. Jab wapas aayi to baby ko god mein leke aati thi kabhi kabhi. Main usko dekhta, sochta – yeh aurat meri zindagi mein kitna maza laayi hai. Ab bhi jab Simran nahi hoti, hum chhup kar milte. Ab bhi uski chut mere liye khulti hai, aur mera lund uske andar jaata hai.
Zindagi chal rahi hai – kheti, dukaanein, family, aur yeh secret adventure. Kabhi kabhi sochta hoon ki yeh sab kab tak chalega. Lekin abhi to maza le raha hoon. Jab tak Simran ko pata nahi, aur Pooja khush hai, tab tak yeh silsila jaari rahega.
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