Delhi ki seedhi-saadhi biwi Priya ki chut mein kaala bhikari-tantrik ka ghoda jaisa lund pelkar shuddhi ki wild raat – toddy, ganja aur do ghante ki non-stop chudai ka desi nasha hindi sex stories !
Dosto, mera naam Raj hai. Umar 38 saal ki hai. Main Delhi ke ek busy colony mein rehta hoon, job karta hoon ek private firm mein, aur zindagi kaafi routine si chal rahi thi. Meri biwi ka naam Priya hai, umar 30 saal. Priya ka figure 34-28-36 hai, woh bilkul ek model jaisi dikhti hai – gori chamdi, lambe baal, aur woh muskurahat jo dekhne wale ko paagal kar de. Humara ghar colony ke end mein hai, ek chhota sa flat, jahaan se sadak ki awaazein aati rehti hain. Shaadi ko 8 saal ho gaye, aur sex life mein thoda boredom aa gaya tha, par Priya ko khush rakhna mera farz tha.
Yeh sab kuch tab shuru hua jab main office se thaka-haara ghar aaya. Priya kitchen mein busy thi, dinner bana rahi thi. Main socha, thoda relax kar loon, toh laptop khola aur bedroom mein baith gaya. Aaj kal main secretly kuch adult videos dekhta rehta tha, bas timepass ke liye. Ek video chala diya, par andar se thoda guilt feel ho raha tha. Phir main utha aur bathroom chala gaya, darwaza thoda khula chhod diya kyunki ghar mein sirf hum dono the.
Bathroom mein fresh hote hue mujhe laga jaise koi halki si awaaz aa rahi hai bedroom se. Main jaldi se bahar aaya, aur dekhta kya ho raha hai – Priya laptop ke saamne baithi thi, screen par ek video chal raha tha jismein ek gori ladki ko ek kaala, mota aadmi pel raha tha. Priya ki saari sarak gayi thi, aur woh apni jaanghon ke beech haath daale, aankhen band karke maze le rahi thi. Uski saansein tezz thi, aur muh se halki si siski nikal rahi thi.
Mera dil dhadak gaya. Land toh fauran khada ho gaya, par saath hi jealousy bhi mehsoos hui. Priya ko aisa kya pasand aa raha hai? Main chupchap wahan khada raha, dekhta raha. Woh itni gehri thi ki mujhe notice hi nahi kiya. Phir maine khanste hue awaaz ki, jaise abhi aaya hoon. Priya chaunk gayi, jaldi se laptop band kiya, saari theek ki aur kitchen ki taraf bhaag gayi. “Arre Raj, tum kab aaye? Dinner ready hai,” woh boli, chehra laal ho gaya tha.
Main kuch nahi bola, bas smile kiya aur sochne laga. Raat ko sote hue bhi woh scene dimag mein ghumta raha. Priya ko bade, kaale land ki fantasy hai? Humari sex life mein main try karta tha, par shayad woh satisfy nahi ho rahi. Agle din subah office jaate hue maine socha, kyun na isko real bana doon? Priya ko woh mazaa doon jo woh chahti hai, aur khud bhi enjoy kar loon. Par kaise? Online apps try kiye, par frauds hi mile. Koi genuine nahi.
Shaam ko office se wapas aate hue main colony ke bahar ki sadak par chal raha tha. Thakaan ke maare cigarette pi li. Sadak ke kinare ek chhota sa park hai, jahaan log shaam ko ghumte hain. Wahan baitha ek aadmi dikha – kala rang, lamba-chauda shareer, bilkul African jaisa. Woh purani dhoti pehne tha, baal safed, aur chehra par dhaariyan. Haath failaye baitha tha, jaise kuch maang raha ho. “Babu ji, thoda sa de do,” usne awaaz di.
Maine pehle ignore kiya, par phir ruk gaya. Kuch paise diye, 20 rupaye. Woh muskuraya, “Dhanyawaad babu.” Uski awaaz gehri thi, aur woh baithne ki style dekh kar mera dimag ghum gaya. Yeh toh bilkul wahi lag raha hai jo Priya video mein dekhti hai! Main ruk gaya, baith gaya uske paas. “Bhaiya, aap yahan roz aate ho?” poocha maine.
“Haan babu, yahin rehta hoon. Park ke peeche ek chhoti si jhopdi hai, wahan akela,” usne bataya. Uska naam tha Shyam, 55 saal ka, gaon se aaya tha Delhi mazdoori karne, par ab bimaar hone se sadak par aa gaya. Hum baatein karne lage – uski zindagi, gaon ki kahaniyan. Main soch raha tha, yeh perfect hai. Safe bhi lagega, kyunki woh gareeb hai, aur shayad razi ho jayega.
Agla din main fir gaya. Is baar 100 rupaye diye, cigarette offer ki. Shyam ne pi li, aur seedhe poocha, “Babu, sach batao, kya chahiye? Sharmao mat.” Main hesitate kiya, par phir bol diya, “Shyam bhaiya, meri biwi ko… aap jaise shareer wale mard pasand hain. Videos dekhti hai. Main soch raha hoon, usko ek baar real experience doon.”
Shyam hans pada, “Arre babu, tu bhi modern ho gaya! Tera toh theek hai na?” “Nahi bhaiya, chhota nahi, par variety chahiye. Mujhe dekhna hai usko khush.” Shyam socha, phir bola, “Theek hai, par paise lagega. Aur mera… haathiyaar dekho pehle.” Usne idhar-udhar dekha, dhoti uthayi, aur… yaar, kya monster tha! 10 inch se zyada, mota jaise haath. Meri aankhen fat gayi. “Yeh toh Priya ko paagal kar dega!”
Par problem thi – Priya ko kaise manaoon? Shyam ne kaha, “Ek tareeka hai. Main tantrik ban jaunga. Keh doonga ki teri zindagi mein koi dosh hai, aur uska ‘shuddhi karan’ karna padega – matlab, ek gareeb, kaale mard se… samjha na?” Yeh idea perfect laga. Humne plan banaya – Shyam ko superstitions ki stories batayi, jo Priya pe asar karegi.
Do din baad Shyam ghar aaya. Main pehle se taiyar tha. Priya ko bataya ki yeh Shyam ji ek sadhu hain, jo gaon se aaye hain, aur unki salah se problems solve hoti hain. Shyam andar aaya, chadar odhe, chehre par tika lagaye. Priya ne chai banayi, baith gaye. Shyam ne meri kundli dekhi (jo maine pehle bata di thi), aur bola, “Babu, teri zindagi mein grahan hai. Koi purana dosh, jo biwi ke karan ho raha hai. Uski shuddhi karni padegi, warna bada sankat aayega.”
Priya ghabra gayi, “Shyam ji, kya matlab shuddhi ka?” Shyam ne ghoorna shuru kiya, “Beta, yeh samajh nahi aayega abhi. Pati ko bata doonga. Bas, kal subah jungle ke paas wali jhopdi pe aana, wahan pooja hogi.” Phir woh chala gaya. Priya mere paas aayi, “Raj, yeh sab kya hai? Sach mein khatra hai?” Maine haan kaha, aur raat ko detail mein bataya – shuddhi ka matlab hai ek gareeb mard se… intimate hona, taaki dosh nikal jaye. Priya chillayi, “Pagal ho gaye ho? Kabhi nahi!” Par main ro pade, “Priya, doctor ne bhi kaha hai tension se dil ki problem ho sakti hai. Bas ek baar try kar lo.”
Woh royi, sochi, par maan gayi nahi. Agle kuch din maine trick ki – laptop par chupke se BBC porn videos chala diya, aur jaane ka bahana banaya. Priya har baar dekhti, maze leti. Main Shyam ko update deta, woh bolta, “Teri biwi mast maal hai, babu. Jaldi raaji ho jayegi.” Sach mein, ek hafte baad Priya boli, “Raj, woh Shyam ji kahan rehte hain? Kal chalte hain, bas yeh dosh nikal jaye.”
Main khush ho gaya. Subah main Shyam ki jhopdi check karne gaya – park ke peeche, jungle nikal ke ek chhoti si jagah. Andar saaf-suthra, ek khat, ek potli. Shyam ne bataya, “Tu khidki se dekhna, phone silent rakhna.” Shaam ko Priya ready hui – simple salwar suit, baal bandhe. Hum auto se pahunche. Shyam bahar khada tha, “Raj babu, tu ja sakta hai. Priya beta, andar aa jao. Pooja shuru karte hain.”
Main chhup gaya, khidki se jhaankne laga. Dil dhadak raha tha – excitement aur thoda dar. Andar Shyam baitha tha, ek chhoti si aag jal rahi thi, agarbatti ki khushboo. Priya andar aayi, baith gayi. Shyam bola, “Beta, yeh pooja hai. Pahle baith ja meri god mein, jaise guru-shishya.” Priya hesitate ki, par baith gayi uski jaangh par. Shyam ki haath uski kamar par rakhe, halke se sahlane laga. “Beta, dosh nikalne ke liye sparsh zaroori hai,” woh bola.
Priya sharma rahi thi, par virodh nahi kar rahi. Shyam baatein karne laga – uski zindagi ki kahaniyan, gaon ki masti. Dheere-dheere usne Priya ki dupatta sarakaya, phir gale par haath fhera. Priya ki saansein badh gayi. “Shyam ji, yeh… theek hai na?” woh poochi. “Haan beta, sab theek.” Ab Shyam uske gaal chumne laga, halke se. Priya ne aankhen band kar li, aur jawab mein uske hothon ko chhua.
Mera land rock hard ho gaya tha. Yeh dekh kar! Shyam ne dheere se Priya ki kameez ke buttons khole, bra dikhi – pink color ki. Phir salwar ka nada khola, panty mein reh gayi. Priya ab sharma nahi rahi thi, balki maze le rahi thi. Shyam ne apni dhoti utari, aur woh monster bahar aa gaya. Priya ki aankhen phati, “Shyam ji… yeh… kitna bada!” Shyam hans pada, “Beta, yeh tera hai aaj. Pooja ka hissa.”
Priya ghutno par baith gayi, haath se pakda, choosne lagi. Sunny Leone jaisi! Main soch raha tha, “Saali randi, mera kabhi nahi choosa, yeh toh pro ban gayi.” Woh choos rahi thi, chaat rahi thi, saliva tapak raha tha. Shyam maze se sirf raha tha, uske baal sahla raha tha. Phir usne potli se ek bottle nikali – desi toddy, safed rang ki. “Beta, yeh pi lo, pooja ke liye energy milegi.” Priya ne muh lagaya, ek ghunt piya, “Wah, kitna tasty!” Shyam bhi pi, phir ek chhilm laya, ganja bhar ke.
Priya ko pehli baar mila, khaansi aayi, par dusri kash mein woh high ho gayi. Ab woh Shyam ki god mein aisi baithi ki uska lund uski chut se ragad kha raha tha panty ke upar se. Shyam ne panty side ki, ungli daali, “Beta, geeli ho gayi tu.” Priya siski, “Haan ji… pel do.” Shyam ne usko litaya, taange kandhon par rakhi, aur dheere se lund ghusaaya. Priya chillayi, “Aah… dard ho raha hai… ruk jao!”
Par Shyam ruk nahi, dheere-dheere poora andar – 10 inch! Priya ki chut phat si gayi, aansu aa gaye, par maze bhi shuru ho gaye. “Chodo ji… mazaa aa raha hai!” Shyam dhakke marne laga, chuchiyan choos raha tha. Thap-thap ki awaaz gunj rahi thi jhopdi mein. Priya haath-paire failaye, maze se chud rahi thi. 20 minute hue, Priya ka pehla orgasm aaya – woh jhad gayi, poora badan kaanp gaya.
Shyam ruk nahi, position badli – doggy style. Priya gaand uthaye, Shyam peeche se pela. Ab tez tez dhakke, Priya chillati, “Aur zor se… haan ji!” Main bahar se dekh raha tha, haath mein lund pakad liye, khud se mutth maar raha tha. Phir Shyam ne ishara kiya mujhe – andar ya bahar? Maine ishara kiya, Priya se pooch lo. Par woh seedha andar hi chhod diya, garam maal tapka diya.
Pehla round khatam, Priya thak gayi, leti rahi. Shyam ne paani pilaya, thoda sahlaya. 15 minute baad dusra round shuru. Is baar Priya upar baithi, cowgirl mein. Woh khud uchal rahi thi, chuchiyan hil rahi thi. Shyam neeche se dhakke maare. Priya high thi, ganja aur toddy ka asar. “Shyam ji, aapka lund toh jaan le lega mera!” woh bol rahi thi.
Do ghante lage pure session mein. Dusra maal bhi andar hi. Priya ki haalat kharab thi – chal nahi pa rahi, chut laal, paani tapak raha tha. Main andar aaya, usko uthaya, auto mein daala. Ghar pahunch kar usko nahlaya, sone diya. Subah uthi toh muskurayi, “Raj, kal ki baat… woh dosh sach mein nikal gaya. Shyam ji ne sahi kiya.” Maine poocha, “Mazaa aaya?” Woh sharma gayi, “Haan… par ab sirf tu hi mera hai.”
Us raat humne khud se chudai ki, aur Priya ne bataya ki usko kitna alag laga. “Tera pyar alag hai, woh bas ek ritual tha.” Main khush tha – plan kaam kar gaya. Ab se humari life mein thoda spice aa gaya, kabhi kabhi videos saath dekhte, par real mein sirf hum. Shyam ko main roz milta, paise deta, aur woh bolta, “Babu, zindagi enjoy karo.” Yeh thi humari chhupi hui kahani, jo sirf dil mein reh gayi.
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