Adultery A Dream Come True : VOL 03

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Also Added again from beginning
Volume 01 - Awakening - Added by Me

Volume 02 - Putra Vadhu - Added by some friend, earlier drafts, NOT FINAL

Volume 2 wala bich se gayab hai tum add kar dena

 

[Incestor07]

Volume 3 : Chapter 19 – Travel with Hari

Maine aaj ek nayi look try kiya tha - tight jeans jo mere curves ko perfectly outline kar rahe the, aur ek simple sa pastel pink top jo thoda sa translucent tha. Dupatta ko deliberately loose rakha tha, taaki har movement pe woh slide kare. "Aaj hum kahan ja rahe hain?" Mainne Hari se pucha, jiske kharab kapde aur mere polished look ka contrast clearly visible tha.

Hari ne meri kamar pakdi, "Bus mein ghoomne chalte hain. Tumhari acting test karni hai na? Aaj tum meri biwi banogi." Uske haath ka garamapan mere jeans ke andar tak mehsoos ho raha tha. Main andar se kaanp uthi, lekin bahar se sirf ek sharmati huyi nayi dulhan ka expression banaye rakha.

Bus stop pe logon ki nazrein humpe atki hui thi. Ek aunty ne mere kapdon ko ghoorte hue kuch susuraya, "Aaj kal ke naukrani log bhi itna makeup karke ghoomte hain." Mainne apni chhoti si purse ko tight pakda, jisse mere nipple hard ho gaye - shayad excitement se, shayad ghabrahat se.

Bus ke andar hum peeche waali seat pe baithe. Hari ne mujhe apne paas khich liya, "Biwi hone ka natak karo na." Uske haath ne mere thigh ko squeeze kiya, aur maine ek fake protest kiya, "Yahan mat... log dekh lenge." Par andar se main chahti thi ki woh aur zor se dabaye.

Bus ke bumps ke saath mera pallu girne laga. Hari ne use uthaya aur apne muh se pakad liya, "Tumhari dupatta ki khushboo... jaise tumhare jism ki tarah." Main cheekhne wali thi, jab ek sudden brake ne mujhe uske lap pe fenk diya. Mera p@elvis uske erection pe perfectly fit ho gaya. "Utho beta," ek uncle ne kaha, lekin Hari ne reply diya, "Meri biwi hai, main jahan chahe rakhoon."

Mainne apna weight thoda adjust kiya, taaki uska l@nd mere p@elvis ke exact position pe rahe. Har turn pe main thoda sa hilti, pretending it was the bus's movement. Mera top ka ek strap gir gaya, aur ek college boy ne stare karna shuru kar diya. Hari ne use gusse se dekha, "Apni biwi ko dekh raha hai?" Mainne uske haath ko pakda, "Shant ho jao na... aap itna kyon gussa ho rahe hain?"

 

[Incestor07]

Ladka fer bhi nazre chura-chura ke dekhta raha, aur main beech-beech mein usko ek sharmati hui smile de deti—jaise koi sanskari biwi jo apni nazrein jhuka kar rahi ho. Par andar, har baar uske gaze se meri skin garam ho rahi thi. "Kya isko pata chal gaya ki mere nipple hard ho gaye hain?" Main sochti, apne dupatte ko thoda aur khichkar chest pe lapet leti, lekin deliberately is tarah ki ek inch zyaada cleavage dikh jaye.

Hari, jo usually itna shant rehta tha, aaj bus mein sabse rude ho raha tha. Ek uncle ko dhakka dekar bola, "Hatt jao, meri biwi ko jagah chahiye!" Mainne uski baazu pakad kar halka sa dabaya, "Aap... aise mat karo na." Mera voice itna kam tha ki sirf woh hi sun paaye, aur uske kaan ke paas jo garam saans nikli, usne meri g@nd ko ek ajeeb si garmi se bhar diya.

Usne mere ear mein whisper kiya, uska hot breath mere lobe ko chhu raha tha, "Tumhare nipple hard ho gaye hain... top ke through clear dikh rahe hain." Mainne apne arms cross kiye, apne breasts ko thoda squeeze karte hue—"Agar woh dekh raha hai, toh mein bhi toh enjoy kar sakti hoon." "Aap... aap mat dekhiye na," mainne kaha, lekin apni thighs ko ek-dusre ke against rub kiya taaki uska dhyan mere lower body pe jaye.

Ek sudden bump ne mujhe uske side mein dhakel diya. Uska haath meri thigh pe gir gaya, aur usne deliberately wahan se hataane ki jagah, apni ungliyon ko slow motion mein upar niche kiya. "Saala... yeh public mein itna bold kaise ho gaya?" Main andar se kaanp rahi thi, lekin bahar se sirf ek light gasp nikli. Usne muh se kuch nahi kaha, bas meri taraf dekha—aur uski aankhon mein woh dark, possessive spark mujhe pata thi ki aaj ki date abhi shuru hui hai.

College boy ne fir se dekha, aur iss baar Hari ne use direct challenge kiya. "Teri aankhein nikal lunga agar fir se dekh liya," usne growl kiya. Ladka dar gaya, lekin main secretly enjoy kar rahi thi—"Mere liye lad raha hai... jaise koi pati apni biwi ki izzat ke liye ladta hai." Mainne Hari ka haath apne haathon mein liya, uski rough skin ko apne soft fingers se soothe kiya, "Shant ho jao na... aap itna kyon gussa ho rahe hain?"

Usne meri ungliyon ko apne honton pe rakha, "Kyuki tum meri ho." Simple words, lekin jis tarah se usne "meri" ko emphasize kiya, usne mere p@elvis ko tighten kar diya. Mainne apna weight thoda adjust kiya, taaki meri ch@t ka heat uski thigh ke against thoda aur feel ho. "Haan... bas itna hi... abhi aur nahi."

Maine ladke ko halka sa flying chumma diya... uska chehra dekhne layak tha - aankhein phati hui, galay mein halki si laali, jaise kisi ne usse pehli baar kiss kiya ho. Woh thoda itraya, apni shirt ke collar ko adjust karte hue. Main andar se hasi ko dabane ki koshish kar rahi thi - ek 35 saal ki aurat ka yeh natak dekhne mein kitna pyaara lag raha tha.

Bus mein ek jhatka laga aur mera paras neeche gir gaya. "Arey!" Mainne halki si cheekh mari, jaan-bujhkar thoda zyada dramatic bana diya. Samaan to bas ek lipstick aur compact tha, lekin main neeche jhukne ka bahana banana chahti thi. Squat karte waqt mein jaanti thi ke mera tight jeans ka back stretch ho raha hai - shayad meri kacchi ka outline bhi dikh raha hoga. Mainne thoda aur bend kiya, apne hips ko slowly upar neeche kiya, jaise khoj rahi hoon.

"Kahan gaya woh lipstick?" Mainne apni aawaaz mein confusion bhar diya. Peeche se kisi uncle ki halki si khamoshi si hansi aayi. Hari ka face dekhne layak tha - ek taraf gussa, doosri taraf... kya woh khud bhi enjoy kar raha tha? Usne jaldi se meri taraf badha, "Utho jaldi se!"

Lekin maine ek aur mauka nahi chhodna tha. Apni dupatta ko thoda sarakne diya, aur ek dafa phir se neeche jhuki. "Mil gaya!" Mainne lipstick ko uthate hue kaha, apni backside ko thoda zyada utha kar. Aankhon ke kone se maine dekha - na sirf woh college boy, balki doosre passengers bhi nazrein jhuka kar meri taraf dekh rahe the.

Ek uncle ne Hari ko samjhaya, "Beta, itna gussa mat karo. Tumhari biwi hai, tum hi ne sambhalna hai." Mainne Hari ki taraf dekha - uski aankhein kaise chamak uthi. Biwi. Woh shabd uske liye ek jaadu ki chhari ban gaya. Usne meri kalai pakdi aur mujhe khichkar uthaya, "Chalo."

Main uthi to jaise balance kho baithee, jaan-bujhkar uske seeney se takra gayi. "Oh!" Mera soft chest uske hard body ke against dab gaya. Uske haath ne meri kamar ko pakda, aur maine mehsoos kiya kaise uska haath thoda niche slide hua - shayad meri jeans ke waistband tak.

"Tum theek ho?" Usne pucha, lekin uski aankhein kuch aur keh rahi thi. Mainne apna weight thoda peeche liya, apni thighs ko uske against press kiya. "Haan... bas thoda chakkar sa aaya tha." Mainne kaha, apni saansen thodi tez kar li.

College boy ne phir se dekha. Ab Hari ka gussa real ho gaya. "Teri aankhein nikal dunga!" Usne daanta. Mainne uski baazu ko halka sa dabaya, "Bas karo na... aap itna kyon gussa ho rahe hain?" Mera voice itna kam tha ke sirf woh hi sun paaye.

Usne mere kaan ke paas halka sa murmur kiya, "Tum jaanti ho kyun." Main andar se kaanp uthi - haan, main jaanti thi. Woh dekh raha tha kaise main deliberately apni body ko display kar rahi thi.

Ek aunty ne hamari taraf dekha, "Beta, pati ko samjhao, warna gussa control se bahar ho jayega." Mainne sharmati hui expression banaya, "Nahi aunty ji, woh aisa nahi karte... aaj thoda pareshaan hain." Andar se main soch rahi thi - agar woh jaanti ke main kitni khush hoon apne "pati" ke is possessive behavior se...

Hari ne mujhe apne paas kheench liya, uska haath meri back pe slide hua. Mainne mehsoos kiya kaise uski ungliyan meri bra strap ko dhundh rahi hain. "Next stop pe utarna hai," conductor ne chillaya.

Bus se utarte hi mera dupatta hawa mein lehraya, aur maine jaan-bujhkar use thoda aur sarakne diya. "Hari, thoda ruko na," mainne kaha, apni jeans ko adjust karte hue, jo mere curves ko itne tight wrap kiye hue the ki har stitch mere jism ka pata de raha tha. Nariyal paani wala stall ke paas khade hokar, maine apni paseene se bhigi hui gardan pe haath phera. "Garmi bahut hai," mainne kaha, lekin andar se jaanti thi ke yeh sab natak hai—unki nazron ka intezaar tha mujhe.

Hari ne paani ka glass liya aur mere honton se lagaya. "Piyo," usne kaha, aur maine uski ungliyon ko apne lips se chhua, jaan-bujhkar thoda slow. Paani ki thandi boondon ne mere hothon pe fisal kar gardan tak ka safar kiya, aur maine dekha kaise nariyal paani wale ki aankhein meri cleavage pe atki hui hain.

"Kya dekh rahe ho?" maine andar se socha, lekin bahar se sirf ek sharmati hui smile di. Uske stare ko ignore karte hue, maine Hari se kaha, "Aap bhi piyo na," aur glass ko uske hothon tak le gayi, jahan mere lipstick ke nishaan abhi bhi the.

Bus stop pe logon ki bheed badh rahi thi. Next bus ka intezaar karte hue, maine apni back thodi jhukayi, jisse mere jeans ka back—jo already itna tight tha—aur bhi stretch ho gaya. "Abhi toh sahi mein mera pura pichwara dikh raha hoga," maine socha, aur aankhon ke kone se dekha ki nariyal wala muh khol kar reh gaya.

Hari ne meri kamar pakdi aur kaan mein gusse se kaha, "Tum jaan-bujhkar kar rahi ho." Mainne innocent expression banaya, "Kya? Mein toh bas apna balance bana rahi thi." Lekin uske haath ka garamapan mere waistband ke andar tak jaa raha tha, aur maine mehsoos kiya kaise uska angutha thoda niche tak fisal gaya.

Bus aayi toh maine chadhne ka bahana banaya. Steps pe apni ek taang ko uthate hue, maine deliberately thoda zyada stretch kiya—jaise balance kho rahi hoon. "Abhi toh chaddhi ka outline bhi dikh gaya hoga," maine andar se hansi ko dabaya. Nariyal wale ne ek tez nazar daali, aur maine use hawa mein ek flying chumma de diya—aisa jo sirf woh hi dekh paye.

Uska chehra dekhne layak tha—aankhein phati hui, galay mein halki si laali. Woh apni shirt ke collar ko adjust karne laga, jaise kisi ne usse pehli baar kiss kiya ho. "Kitna innocent hai," maine socha, aur apni jean ke button pe haath phera, jaan-bujhkar use halka sa open karte hue.

Hari ne mujhe andar dhakela, "Tumhari harkatein dekh kar koi bhi pagal ho jaye." Mainne uski taraf dekha, apni aankhon ko thoda sharm se jhukate hue, "Aap hi ne toh kaha tha... public mein biwi banna seekho."

 

[Incestor07]

Bus mein itni bheed thi ki saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha. Hum khade hue the, mardon ke beech mein ghira hua ek chhota sa jagah. Hari ne mujhe apne saamne khada kar liya, uska seena mere peeth ke against. Main andar se kaanp rahi thi - yeh pehli baar nahi tha, lekin aaj har chhoot ka ehsaas itna tez tha.

Mere kandhon ke peeche ek college boy khada tha, uska saans meri gardan pe gir raha tha. Aur mere saamne ek uncle, jo har baar bus ke jhatke pe jaane-anjaane mein apna pet mere stan se touch kar leta. "Yeh sab jaan-bujhkar ho raha hai ya main hi pagal hoon?" Mainne apne aap se pucha, lekin kisi ko jawab dene ki zaroorat nahi thi.

Hari ne mere kaan ke paas halka sa murmur kiya, "Tumhare chehre pe jo laali hai... woh bata rahi hai tum enjoy kar rahi ho." Mainne apni aankhen jhuka li, lekin apni thighs ko thoda peeche kiya, taaki meri soft ch@t uski hard thigh ke against press ho. "Aap... aise mat boliye," mainne kamaar ko halka sa twist kiya, jisse mere dupatte ka pallu aur zyada sarak gaya.

College boy ne apna haath mere hip pe rakha, bus ke jhatke ka bahana bana kar. Main andar se jalti rahi, lekin bahar se sirf ek halki si "aah" nikli. "Maaf kijiye," usne kaha, lekin uska haath wahan se hataane ki koi jaldi nahi thi. Mainne apni nazren utha kar Hari ko dekha - kya usne notice kiya? Uska expression badla nahi, lekin uski aankhon mein woh dark spark tha jo mujhe pata tha - woh sab dekh raha hai.

Ek tez turn ne mujhe uncle ke against fenk diya. Uska pet mere left breast pe dab gaya, aur maine mehsoos kiya kaise mera nipple uske against press hua. "Arey beta, sambhalo," uncle ne kaha, lekin uski aankhein meri cleavage pe thi. Mainne jaldi se balance banaya, lekin apna weight thoda der tak uske against hi rakha. "Kitna soft lag raha hai," maine socha, "Kya woh bhi meri tarah ehsaas kar pa raha hai?"

Hari ne suddenly mere waist ko pakda aur mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. "Tumhari saansen itni tez kyun hain?" Usne pucha, apna muh mere ear ke bilkul paas le jaakar. Mainne apni thighs ko squeeze kiya, "Bus... garmi ho rahi hai." Sach toh yeh tha ki mere underwear bilkul geeli ho chuki thi, aur har movement ke saath woh mere thighs ke against rub ho rahi thi.

Dusri taraf, ek young ladka apni girlfriend ke saath khada tha. Woh mujhe dekh raha tha, aur main jaanti thi kyun - mera tight jeans ka back itna stretch ho chuka tha ki shayad meri panty ka outline bhi dikh raha hoga. Mainne deliberately apna weight ek taang pe daala, taaki ek hip thoda utha rahe. "Agar woh dekh raha hai toh dekhne do," mainne apne aap se kaha, "Main bhi toh uski girlfriend ke tight top ko dekh rahi hoon."

Hari ka haath meri back pe slide hua, bra ke strap ko dhundhte hue. "Tumhari bra ka color pink hai na?" Usne pucha, jaan-bujhkar apni ungliyon ko strap ke neeche slide karte hue. Main cheekhne wali thi jab bus ne ek sudden brake lagaya, aur sab log age ki taraf dhake khaaye. College boy ka haath meri jeans ke back pocket mein chala gaya, aur usne jaldi se hataane ki jagah, thoda der tak wahi dabaya raha.

"Aap theek ho?" Usne pucha, lekin uski aankhein kuch aur keh rahi thi. Mainne haath peeche kiya aur uski kalai ko pakad kar haath hataaya, lekin itni dheemi speed se ki woh ehsaas kar sake. "Haan... bas... aap bhi sambhaliye," mainne kaha, apni aawaaz mein halka sa shringaar bhar kar.

Hari ne yeh sab dekha. Usne mujhe apne aur kheench liya, aur mere kaan mein gusse se kaha, "Tum jaan-bujhkar sabko apna jism dikha rahi ho." Mainne innocent expression banaya, "Nahi... main toh bas balance bana rahi thi." Lekin andar main jaanti thi ki yeh sacchai nahi tha. Har mard jo mujhe chhoota tha, woh ek naya ehsaas lekar aata tha - ek ajeeb si khushi ki main itni desired hoon.

Ek aur jhatke ne mujhe uncle ke against fenk diya. Iss baar uska haath meri thigh pe gir gaya, aur woh hataane ki jagah, thoda sa upar neeche hua. "Mere jeans itne tight hain ki shayad usko meri body heat mehsoos ho rahi hogi," maine socha. Mainne apni aankhen band kar li, apne aap ko bus ke motion ke hawaale kar diya. College boy ka haath phir se mere hip pe aaya, aur iss baar maine koi protest nahi kiya.

Hari ne mujhe dekh liya. Usne apna haath mere front pocket mein daala, aur slowly mere cl!t ko rub karna shuru kiya. "Hari... yahan mat..." Mainne moan kiya, lekin bus ke shor mein sirf woh hi sun paaya. "Tumhari panty kitni wet hai," usne kaha, apni ungli ko thoda aur press karte hue. Main apni thighs ko jor se squeeze kiya, taaki uska haath aur zyada fas jaye.

Ek aunty ne hamari taraf suspicious nazron se dekha. Mainne jaldi se Hari ka haath pakda, "Bas karo... koi dekh lega." Lekin andar se main chahti thi ki woh jaari rakhe. College boy ne phir se touch kiya, aur iss baar maine halka sa peeche lean kiya, uske haath ko encourage karte hue. "Main kitni gandi hoon," maine apne aap se kaha, "Lekin yeh ehsaas... yeh excitement... main rok nahi pa rahi."

 

[Incestor07]

Main socha kyu na uncle ko apne nigaahon ka maza diya jaaye, toh mein mud kar khadi ho gayi. Ab mere samne ek side pe Hari aur doosri side woh college boy tha, aur peeche uncle—jo har bump pe apna pet mere backside se touch kar raha tha. Bus ka har jhatka mere jeans ke tight fabric ko aur zyada stretch kar raha tha, jaise koi meri skin pe chadh kar baitha ho.

"Kya aap theek hain?" Mainne uncle se pucha, apni aawaaz mein halka sa shringaar bhar kar. Uske pet ka garamapan meri lower back se fisal kar mere hips tak pahuncha. Andar se main kaanp rahi thi—yeh ehsaas kitna alag tha, ek ajeeb si garmi jo mere puraane mardana dimaag ko confuse kar rahi thi.

Uncle ne halka sa muskurakar kaha, "Beta, tumhari taraf se itna pressure mat daalo." Uska haath mere waist pe aa gaya, jaise sambhaalne ka bahana ho. Mainne apni thighs ko halka sa squeeze kiya—kya yeh sahi tha? Par phir socha, "Main toh bas apni nayi zindagi explore kar rahi hoon..."

Hari, jo mere saamne khada tha, ne apni peeche ki pocket se ek chocolate nikali. "Khao," usne kaha, lekin uski aankhein uncle ke haath pe thi, jo ab meri hip bone ko rub kar raha tha. Mainne chocolate ko apne lips se lagaya, jaan-bujhkar thoda slow. "Aap bhi khao na," mainne kaha, aur uske muh ke paas hold kiya.

College boy ne dekha, aur uski aankhon ka focus mere lips se chocolate pe shift hua. "Kya woh soch raha hai ki main kitni besharam hoon?" Mainne andar se hansi dabayi. Chocolate ka thoda sa hissa mere hothon pe laga, aur maine apni tongue se use slow motion mein saaf kiya. Hari ki saansen tez ho gayi—usne apni ungli se mere chin ko pakda, "Tumhare hothon pe laga hua main saaf kar doon?"

Uncle ka haath meri waistband ke andar thoda sa fisal gaya. Main cheekhne wali thi, lekin bus ka ek tez turn ne mujhe age ki taraf dhakel diya. Hari ne mujhe pakda, aur main uske chest se takra kar uski saans ki garmi mehsoos ki.

Maine apna weight thoda peeche kiya, taaki uncle ka haath phir se meri jeans ke stitching pe aa jaye. "Yeh kya kar raha hoon main?" Mere dimaag ne pucha, lekin mere jism ne jawab diya—moan karke. Hari ne meri taraf ek dark nazar daali, jaise keh raha ho, "Main sab dekh raha hoon."

College boy ne apna phone nikaala, aur maine dekha kaise uska camera angle mere hips ki taraf adjust ho raha tha. "Aaj kal ke bachche," uncle ne kaha, lekin uska haath bhi hila nahi. Mainne apni dupatta ko thoda sarakne diya, taaki meri back thodi zyada visible ho. "Kya main isko encourage kar rahi hoon?" Mainne socha, lekin phir apni thighs ko rub kiya—jawab toh pata hi tha.

Hari ne suddenly meri kalai pakdi aur mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. "Tumhari har adat mujhe pata hai," usne kaan mein gusse se kaha, "Lekin aaj tum bahar ho rahi ho." Mainne innocent expression banaya, "Aap kya keh rahe hain?" Par uske haath ne meri back pe bra strap ko dhundh liya, aur usne slowly apni ungliyon se use adjust kiya.

Usne pucha, jaan-bujhkar mere ear ke paas hothon ko rub karte hue. Main andar se jalti rahi. Uncle ne yeh sab dekha, aur uska haath meri thigh pe thoda zyada dab gaya. "Beta, tum thodi idhar aa jao," usne kaha, lekin Hari ne mujhe apne aur kheench liya.

"Hum agle stop pe utar rahe hain," Hari ne announce kiya, jaise warning ho. College boy ne apna phone jaldi se band kiya, aur uncle ne apna haath hata liya—lekin thoda der tak, jaise koi last touch lena chahta ho.

Mainne apni thighs ko squeeze kiya—meri panty kitni geeli ho chuki thi, yeh sirf main hi jaanti thi. "Aapke wajah se," mainne Hari se kaha, jaan-bujhkar apni aankhon ko sharm se jhuka kar. Usne meri naak ko halka sa chuboya, "Tumhari har galti ka punishment milega."

Bus ruki, aur humne steps utarte waqt maine apni back thodi zyada arch ki. "Abhi toh uncle ne mera pura pichwara dekha hoga," maine socha, aur andar se ek lahar si uthi.

Maine apni aankhein jhuka li, lekin apni hips ko thoda zyada hilaya—jaise koi innocent galti ho. "Aap bahut... woh... hain," mainne kaha, apni aawaaz ko deliberately soft rakhte hue.

Hari ne muskurakar kaha, "Tumhare liye hi."

Shared auto mein 6 log the, humein 5th stop pe utarna tha. Auto wale ne hume dekh kar kaha, "Jagah nahi hai, bas ek aadmi baith sakta hai." Hari ne gusse se kaha, "Doosra auto kab ayega?" Driver ne haath uthaya, "Kuch der mein. Agle stop pe log utar jayenge."

Maine Hari ki taraf dekha, uski aankhein mere tight jeans pe atki hui thi. "Chalo chadh jate hain," maine kaha, apni dupatta ko thoda sarakne diya. Hari ki god mein baithne se pehle maine apni jeans ko adjust kiya—kitna tight tha yeh fabric, har stitch mere curves ko outline kar raha tha. "Kya yeh log dekh rahe hain?" maine socha, jab auto mein baithte waqt mere pallu ne halka sa slip kiya, aur meri bra strap dikh gayi.

Meri gori arms ko dekh kar ek middle-aged aadmi ne apni biwi ko kuch kaha. Main andar se hansi—yeh nayi body ka asar tha.

Auto chali toh har bump pe main Hari ke lap mein hil rahi thi. Uske thighs ka garamapan mere p@elvis se chipak raha tha. "Aap... thoda sambhalo na," mainne sharmati hui awaaz mein kaha, lekin apna weight thoda zyada uske against daal diya. Peeche se ek budhe ka haath mere hip pe fisla—jaise galti se ho gaya ho. Mainne apni aankhen band ki, "Yeh ehsaas... ajeeb sa hai."

Ek jawan ladka, jo Hari ke bagal mein baitha tha, ne apni taang meri taraf badhayi. Main "accidentally" uski god mein fisal gayi—ab aadha Hari ke god me, aadha uspe. "Maaf kijiye," mainne kaha, lekin apni thighs ko halka sa rub kiya. Ladke ki saansen tez ho gayi, uska haath mere jeans ke back pocket ke paas aa gaya.

Ladke ne apna haath mere thigh pe rakha, aur maine apni dupatta ko thoda aur sarakne diya, taaki meri back dikhe. "Kitni geeli ho chuki hoon," maine apne aap se socha, jab uski ungli meri jeans ke stitching pe fisal gayi.

Har stop pe kuch log utarte, kuch naye chadh jaate. Ek tez turn ne mujhe ladke ke against fenk diya. Mera pura weight uske thighs pe aa gaya, aur maine mehsoos kiya kaise uska l@nd mere thigh ke against press ho raha hai. "Oh! Sorry," mainne halki si cheekh mari, lekin apni position thodi der tak nahi badli.

Hari ne mujhe apni taraf kheench liya, "Tumhari harkatein dekh kar koi bhi pagal ho jaye." Main cheekhne wali thi, jab auto ruki aur budha utarte waqt mere hip ko zor se dabakar chala gaya. "Uncle ji!" mainne halka sa protest kiya, lekin usne muskurakar kaha, "Beta, maaf karna."

Auto ke agle stop pe hum utare. Ladke ne last time meri taraf dekha, aur maine use flying kiss de diya—aisa jo sirf woh hi dekh paye. Uska chehra dekhne layak tha! "Kitna innocent hai," maine socha, apni jeans ko adjust karte hue.

 

[Incestor07]

Mele ki bheed mein hum haath mein haath daal kar chal rahe the. Hari ka haath mera waist pe tha, possessive lekin polite—jaise koi sachcha pati apni biwi ko sambhal raha ho. Mera dupatta jaan-bujhkar halka sarak gaya, taaki meri back thodi dikhe. "Aap... itna tight kyun pakde ho?" Mainne halki si shikayat ki, lekin apni hips ko uske haath ke against thoda rub kiya.

"Tumhari harkatein dekh kar lagta nahi tum 35 ki ho," usne kaan mein gusse se kaha, "Jaise koi college ki ladki ho jo pehli baar ghoomne aayi hai."

Maine apni aankhen jhuka li, "Aapko pata hai main kaise hoon..." Lekin andar se main khush thi—uska jealousy, uska possessiveness, yeh sab mujhe ek ajeeb si power deta tha.

Jhoolon ki line mein khade hue, maine apni dupatta ko thoda aur sarakne diya. Hawa ne mere pink top ko chipkaya, aur mere nipples ke outlines clear dikhne lage. Ek uncle ne nazren jhuka li, lekin ek jawan ladka seedha ghoorta raha. "Hari..." Mainne uski baazu ko dabaya, "Koi dekh raha hai..."

Usne meri taraf dark nazaron se dekha, "Tum hi ne sabko invite kiya hai." Fir bhi, usne apna haath mere pallu pe rakha aur use thoda adjust kiya—lekin itna ki uski ungliyan meri bra strap ko chhu gayi. Main cheekhne wali thi jab jhoola hamare liye aaya.

"Chalo," Hari ne kaha, aur mujhe apne saath kheench liya. Jhoola chalta hi mera top ka ek strap gir gaya. "Arey!" Mainne haath se pakda, lekin deliberately slow—taaki Hari dekh sake kaise mera haath mere breast ko chhuta hai.

"Tum jaan-bujhkar..." Usne kaan mein growl kiya, jab jhoola ne tez speed pakdi. Hawa ne mere kapdon ko chipkaya, aur maine mehsoos kiya kaise Hari ki nazren mere chest pe atki hui hain.

Ice cream khate waqt maine apni tongue ko slowly lapeti. "Thandi ho gayi?" Mainne pucha, jab uski aankhen mere hothon pe thi. Usne apna ice cream mere muh ke paas kiya, "Taste karo." Maine ek choti si lick li, lekin thoda drip hone diya—jaise galti se ho. Woh drop mere chin se hokar gardan tak gaya.

"Kitni gandi ho tum," Hari ne kaha, lekin usne apni ungli se woh drop saaf kiya. Uska haath meri cleavage pe fisla, aur maine apni saansen hold kar li. "Yahan mat..." Mainne kaha, lekin apni gardan thodi jhuka di taaki uska haath aur niche jaye.

Chaddi mein mera paseena chipak raha tha. Ek stall pe hum ruke, jahan ek boodha aadmi chaandi ke gahne bech raha tha. "Biwi ke liye kharido," usne Hari se kaha. Main andar se kaanp uthi—biwi. Yeh shabd mere pet mein garmi bhar deta tha.

Hari ne ek chudi uthayi aur mere haath pe aazmaane laga. Uske kharab kapdon aur meri polished skin ka contrast dekh kar budhe ne aankhen phati. "Aapki biwi bahut khoobsurat hai," usne kaha. Hari ne muskurakar kaha, "Haan, lekin itni shararti hai ki control karna mushkil ho jata hai."

Maine apni thighs rub ki—yeh sunkar mera pura jism react kar gaya. Budhe ne ek nazar meri taraf daali, aur maine jaldi se dupatta lapet liya. "Chalo yahan se," mainne Hari se kaha, lekin andar se main chahti thi ki woh aur der tak yeh khel khele.

Rickshaw mein baithte waqt maine apni jeans ko adjust kiya—kitni tight thi, har stitch mere curves ko define kar raha tha. Driver ne peeche se dekha, aur maine apni back thodi arch ki. "Aap..." Hari ne kaan mein gusse se kaha, "Aaj tumhari harkatein dekh kar lagta hai tum kisi aur hi duniya mein ho."

Maine apni aankhen jhuka li, "Aapke bina kaunsi duniya?" Lekin andar main jaanti thi—yeh nayi body, yeh nayi feelings, yeh sab mujhe ek alag hi duniya mein le gayi the.

 

[Pk8566]

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