Mera naam Priya hai. Umar abhi 22 saal ki hui hai. Main Jaipur ke ek purane haveli-style joint family ghar mein nayi bahu bani hoon – shaadi ko sirf 4 mahine hue hain. Mera pati Rohan bada beta hai, 28 saal ka, family business sambhalta hai. Ghar mein sab strict rules follow karte hain – subah 6 baje uthna, puja, saree pehen kar ghoomna, aur raat 10 baje tak sab so jana. Par sabse badi baat – yahan jethani, matlab Rohan ke bade bhai Vikram bhaiya ki biwi, Meera Jethani – sabki favourite hain.
Meera Jethani ki umar 29 saal hai. Height 5'7", gora rang, lambe baal, figure 36-28-38 – bilkul film heroine jaisi. Woh hamesha heavy silk saree pehenti hain, deep blouse, bindi, mangalsutra, aur woh muskurahat jo dil ko chhoo jati hai. Unki awaaz mein mithaas hai, chal mein ada, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb si gehraai jo mujhe har baar ghabra deti hai. Main unki taraf dekhti rehti hoon – kitchen mein jab woh sabzi kaat rahi hoti hain, pallu thoda sark jata hai toh kamar ki nangi chamak, ya puja ke time jab woh jhukti hain toh blouse ke andar se chuche ka ubhaar.
Shuruaat Karwa Chauth ke din se hui. Ghar mein poora tyohaar tha – mehndi, saaj-singaar, sargi, aur raat ko chhath pe chandra darshan. Main pehli baar fast rakh rahi thi. Subah se kuch nahi khaya, sirf pani piya. Shaam ko sab auraton ne saree pehni, jewellery lagaya. Main red lehenga choli pehni thi, heavy jhumke, bangles, aur payal. Meera Jethani ne deep maroon silk saree pehni thi – low waist blouse, backless, aur saree itni transparent ki petticoat ki lace dikh rahi thi.
Puja ke time sab chhath pe the. Main aur Meera Jethani ek taraf khadi thi. Chand nikal aaya. Sabne argya diya. Phir sab ne paani piya, khana khaya. Main bahut thak gayi thi – fast ki wajah se chakkar aa rahe the. Meera Jethani ne notice kiya.
“Priya… tu theek toh hai? Chehra safed pad gaya hai.”
“Haan Jethani… bas thakan hai.”
Unhone mera haath pakda. “Chal mere kamre mein aa, thodi der let ja. Rohan abhi business call pe hai.”
Main unke saath chali gayi. Unka kamre bada tha – antique bed, jaali wali khidki, aur mirror mein poora sharir dikhta tha. Unhone mujhe bed pe baithaya, paani pilaya. Phir mere paas baith gayi. Unki saree ka pallu thoda sark gaya – cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Chuche itne bhare hue, skin glowing.
“Priya… tu bahut sundar hai. Shaadi ke baad aur bhi khubsurat ho gayi hai.”
Main sharma gayi. “Aap toh… aap jaisi koi nahi.”
Unhone dheere se mera gaal chhua. “Sach bol rahi hoon. Teri aankhen… bilkul masoom, par andar kuch aur hai.”
Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Unhone mera haath apne haath mein liya. Unki ungliyan garam thi. Phir dheere se meri taraf jhuki. Main aankhen band kar li. Pehla kiss – unke soft honth mere honthon pe. Bilkul alag feeling thi. Marda ke kiss se bilkul different – naram, dheema, pyar bhara.
Main kaanp uthi. “Jethani… yeh… galat hai…”
“Shhh… koi nahi dekh raha. Bas ek baar… dekh kitna acha lagta hai.”
Phir kiss gehra ho gaya. Unhone meri jeebh pakdi, chusi. Main moan karne lagi – “Uffff… Jethani…”
Unhone mera lehenga ka dupatta utara. Choli ke hooks khole. Bra mein mere chuche bahar. Unhone bra upar ki aur ek nipple muh mein le liya. Zor se chusa.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… nipple ko chuso… kitna acha lag raha hai…”
Unhone dono chuche masalne shuru kiye. Nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheencha. Dard aur maza ek saath. Meri choot geeli ho chuki thi. Lehenga ke andar pani aa raha tha.
Phir unhone mera lehenga upar kiya. Petticoat bhi. Panties geeli thi. Unhone panty neeche ki. Meri choot shaved thi – pink, geeli.
“Kitni sundar choot hai teri… kitni geeli ho gayi hai mere liye,” unhone kaha aur dheere se kiss kiya choot pe.
Main tadap uthi – “Aaaahhhh… Jethani… chaat lo… poori choot chaat lo…”
Unhone tongue se clit ko tease kiya. Circle banate hue. Phir tongue andar daal di. Zor se chaatne lagi. Unka muh mera ras pee raha tha. Main kamar utha rahi thi – “Uffff… andar… aur gehra… aahhh…”
Unhone do ungliyan andar daal di. Andar bahar tez tez. G-spot pe pressure. Main pehli baar jhad gayi – choot se pani unke muh pe tapka.
Phir unhone apni saree utari. Unka sharir bilkul perfect – bade chuche, patli kamar, moti gaand. Bra utari, panty utari. Unki choot bhi shaved thi, thodi dark pink, geeli chamak rahi thi.
“Ab teri baari Priya… chaat mujhe.”
Main jhuk gayi. Pehli baar kisi aurat ki choot chaatni thi. Taste alag tha – thoda tangy, thoda sweet. Main tongue se chaatne lagi. Clit ko muh mein le kar chusi.
“Aaaahhhh… Priya… achha chaat rahi hai… andar tongue daal… uffff…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne lagi. Unhone mere baal pakad kar dabaya. Unki kamar hil rahi thi.
Phir unhone drawer se kuch nikala – ek strap-on dildo. 7 inch ka, realistic, black color ka.
“Priya… aaj tu mujhe chod. Yeh pehli baar hai hamare beech… main tujhe feel karna chahti hoon.”
Main hairan. Par excited bhi. Unhone strap-on pehna – ab woh mard jaisi lag rahi thi. Dildo unki kamar se latak raha tha.
Unhone mujhe bed pe litaya. Legs faila kar. Dildo ki topi meri choot pe ragdi. Phir dheere se andar.
Aaaahhhhh… kitna mota tha. Dard hua pehle. Phir maza.
“Zor se… Jethani… chod do mujhe… aahhh…”
Unhone dhakke marne shuru kiye. Zor zor se. Bed hil raha tha. Mere chuche hil rahe the. Unhone nipple masalte hue dhakke.
Phir position change – doggy. Meri gaand upar. Peeche se dildo andar. Gaand pe thappad marte hue.
“Le… meri pyari devarani… le poora… teri choot meri hai ab…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se… phaad do meri choot…”
Main do baar jhad gayi. Choot se pani tapak raha tha.
Phir unhone mujhe cowgirl mein baithaya. Main upar. Bounce karne lagi. Dildo andar bahar. Unhone mere chuche pakad kar masle.
“Kitne mast chuche hain tere… bounce kar… zor se…”
Main tez tez upar neeche. Choot se chap chap awaaz.
Last mein unhone mujhe missionary mein litaya. Zor zor se dhakke. “Le… mera maal… andar hi daal rahi hoon… creampie jaisa feel…”
Dildo ke saath woh bhi jhad gayi – unki choot se pani tapka.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone strap-on utara aur mujhe gale lagaya. “Priya… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Karwa Chauth ki raat se shuru hua… aur hamesha chalega.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Dil mein guilt tha – yeh jethani thi, family ki izzat. Par unki baahon mein itna sukoon tha ki dil nahi manta.
Subah sab normal. Puja, khana, sab log. Par jab kitchen mein akeli hoti thi, Meera Jethani peeche se aati, kamar pe haath rakhti, kaan mein whisper karti – “Aaj raat phir se… mere kamre mein.”
Raat ko sab so gaye. Main dheere se unke kamre mein chali gayi. Darwaza band kiya.
Is baar unhone mujhe nanga kiya. Poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se gardan tak. Meri clit ko tongue se tease kiya. Main tadap uthi.
Phir 69 position. Main unki choot chaat rahi thi, woh meri. Unki tongue andar bahar. Main moan kar rahi thi unki choot mein muh daba kar.
Phir unhone strap-on pehna. Is baar doggy mein gaand pe focus.
“Priya… aaj teri gaand bhi meri karungi.”
Oil lagaya. Dildo ki topi gaand pe. Dheere se andar.
Dard bahut tha. Main ro padi. “Jethani… dheere… phaad rahi ho…”
Unhone ruk kar kiss kiya gardan pe. “Relax… mera pyar hai yeh.”
Dheere dheere poora andar. Phir bahar. Phir speed. Maza aane laga. Main khud peeche dhakelne lagi.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna acha… chod do meri gaand… Jethani…”
Unhone zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora dildo. Main anal orgasm pa gayi – pehli baar.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Multiple orgasms.
Har raat aisa hi. Kitchen mein chhup kar kiss, puja ke time chhupa touch, raat ko full session.
Ek din Vikram bhaiya ko tour pe jana pada – 10 din ka. Ghar mein sirf auraten. Tab hum dono openly enjoy karne lage.
Din mein kamre mein, raat ko chhath pe, bathroom mein shower ke neeche.
Ek raat chhath pe baarish ho rahi thi. Hum dono bheeg gaye. Saree chipak gayi. Unhone mujhe chhath ki deewar se sataya. Saree upar ki, panty neeche. Strap-on pehna. Peeche se andar.
Baarish mein dhakke. Pani hamare upar gir raha tha. Main moan kar rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… Jethani… baarish mein chod do… kitna maza…”
Unhone gaand mein daala. Zor se. Creampie feel.
Uske baad hum let gaye. Baarish mein bheegi hue. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Priya… tu meri ho gayi hai. Rohan tera pati hai, par tera yeh sharir, tera dil – mera hai.”
Main chup rahi. Par sach tha. Ab main unke bina nahi reh sakti.
Par ek dar tha – agar kisi ko pata chal gaya toh? Family strict hai. Ya agar main pregnant ho gayi toh? Wait, lesbian mein pregnant? Par hum kabhi kabhi strap-on ke saath roleplay karte the – “aaj main tera mard hoon… andar hi daal rahi hoon”.
Aur ek din unhone mujhe bola – “Priya… main ek surprise laayi hoon.”
Unhone ek vibrating strap-on nikala. Double sided. Unhone pehna. Ek taraf unki choot mein, dusri taraf meri.
Phir humne scissors position try ki. Choot se choot ragad rahi thi. Vibrator on. Dono tadap rahi thi.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… yeh vibrator… kitna acha… choot ragad rahi hai… aahhh…”
Hum dono ek saath jhad gaye. Pani mix ho gaya.
Ab har raat nayi cheez – kabhi ice cubes se tease, kabhi honey lagakar chaatna, kabhi blindfold kar ke touch.
Guilt ab bhi aata tha. Par jab Meera Jethani mujhe apni baahon mein leti, pet pe haath rakhti, aur kehti “tu meri devarani nahi, meri biwi hai andar se”, toh sab bhool jata tha.
Ek din Rohan ne notice kiya ki main aur Meera Jethani zyada time saath bitate hain. Poocha – “Priya, tu Jethani ke saath itni close kyun ho gayi?”
Main ghabra gayi. “Bas… woh mujhe pasand karti hain.”
Par unki aankhon mein shak tha.
Ab har raat main sochti hoon – yeh raaz kitne din chhupa rahega? Agar Vikram bhaiya ko pata chal gaya toh? Ya Rohan ko?
Par ruk nahi pa rahi. Meera Jethani ki choot, unke chuche, unki baahen – sab meri zindagi ban gaye hain.
Yeh Karwa Chauth ka vrat sirf ek shuruaat tha. Ab yeh pyaar hamesha rahega.
(Abhi toh shuruaat hai… agle part mein Rohan aur Vikram ka shak, secret hotel meet, aur aur wild lesbian exploration – toys, roleplay, aur emotional confession.)
Emotional layers: Har baar jab Meera Jethani mujhe chhuti hain, dil mein ek toofan uth ta hai. Ek taraf family ke rules, sanskaar, izzat ka dar – main bahu hoon, devarani hoon, ghar ki chhoti bahu. Dusri taraf yeh bechaini jo unki ungliyon se shuru hoti hai aur poore sharir mein fail jati hai. Unka har kiss mere andar ki aurat ko jagata hai jo pehle kabhi itni zinda nahi hui thi. Jab woh meri choot chaatti hain, tongue andar daalti hain, woh feeling… jaise woh meri soul tak pahunch rahi hain.
Smells – unka ittar, jasmine aur sandalwood ka mix, jab woh mujhpe jhukti hain. Meri choot ka aroma jab woh chaat ti hain – woh kehti hain “teri choot ka ras mera favorite hai”. Unki choot ka taste jab main chaatti hoon – thoda tangy, addictive. Baarish mein bheegi saree ka geela smell, sweat ka salty taste jab chuche chaatte hain.
Cultural depth: Jaipur ki yeh purani haveli, jaaliyon se aati hawa, chhath pe puja ki ghanti, Karwa Chauth ka tyohaar jahan auraten sari raat fast rakhti hain, lekin hamare liye woh raat pyaar ki shuruaat thi. Ghar mein sab strict, par hamara secret – kitchen ke peeche, puja ghar ke kone mein chhupa kiss, raat ko chhath pe baarish mein milna – yeh sab Rajasthani culture ke andar chhupa hua lust hai.
Multiple orgasms ki baat – pehla tongue se jab woh clit ko tease karti hain, dusra ungliyon se G-spot hit karte hue, teesra strap-on se jab deep strokes, chautha scissors position mein choot se choot ragad kar. Har orgasm ke baad main unke upar gir padti hoon, woh mujhe pyar se chumti hain aur kehti hain “meri pyari devarani… meri aurat”.
Aur yeh addiction badhta ja raha hai. Har subah main unke kamre ki taraf dekhti hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat wait karti hoon sab sone ka, taaki main unke paas ja sakun.
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hogi. Kyunki yeh sirf do auraton ka pyaar nahi – yeh ek forbidden rishte ki kahani hai jo haveli ki deewaron mein chhupa hua hai, aur shayad kabhi bahar nahi aayega. Par jo bhi ho – Meera Jethani meri hai. Aur main unki.
Ab aur gehraai se socho – pehli baat jab unhone mujhe kiss kiya, woh pal jaise waqt ruk gaya tha. Unke honth itne soft, garam, aur dheeme se dab rahe the jaise woh mujhe taste kar rahi hon. Jab tongue andar aayi, woh meri jeebh se khel rahi thi, suck kar rahi thi. Main kaanp rahi thi, haath unki kamar pe the, unki skin silk jaisi smooth.
Jab unhone mera nipple muh mein liya, woh chusne lagi jaise koi bhookhi ho. Daant se halk. Vikram bhaiya ke tour pe jaane ke pehle din se hi ghar mein ek alag sa sukoon tha. Woh 12 din ke liye Delhi-Bangalore-Mumbai trip pe gaye the – business meetings, clients, aur family ke purane contacts se milna. Ghar mein ab sirf teen auraten thi: Saas (jo aksar mandir ya satsang mein busy rehti thi), Meera Jethani, aur main – Priya, chhoti devarani. Rohan bhi roz subah 9 se raat 9 tak office ya site pe rehta tha. Matlab din ke kai ghante sirf hum dono ke liye.
Pehla din subah se hi tension bhara tha. Main kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi jab Meera Jethani peeche se aayi. Unhone peeche se meri kamar ko pakad liya – dono haath meri kamar pe, unki garam saans meri gardan pe.
“Priya… aaj se ghar mein sirf hum hain… koi rokne wala nahi,” unhone dheere se kaha, awaaz mein woh mithaas jo mujhe har baar kaanp deti thi.
Main gas stove band kar diya. “Jethani… saas kabhi bhi aa sakti hain…”
“Woh 11 baje satsang ke liye gayi hain… 3 baje tak nahi aayengi,” unhone kaha aur mera pallu dheere se neeche gira diya.
Unhone mujhe counter pe jhuka diya. Saree upar ki, petticoat ke andar haath daala. Panties pehle se geeli thi. Unhone panty side karke ek ungli andar daal di. Dheere dheere andar bahar.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… subah subah… kitna acha lag raha hai…”
Unhone dusri ungli bhi daal di. Zor se andar bahar. Meri kamar hil rahi thi. Unhone meri gardan pe kiss kiya, daadi nahi thi unki – smooth skin ragad rahi thi.
“Kitni geeli ho gayi hai tu… sirf soch kar hi pani nikal aaya tera… meri pyari devarani…”
Main counter pe jhuki thi, chuche dab rahe the marble pe. Unhone meri kamar se haath nikaal kar mera ek chuche dabaya blouse ke upar se. Nipple hard ho gaya.
Phir unhone mujhe ghumaya. Counter pe baitha diya. Legs faila kar. Saree poori upar. Unhone neeche baith gayi. Tongue meri choot pe lagayi. Clit ko circle mein ghumaya.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… tongue se… zor se chaat lo… andar daalo…”
Unhone tongue andar daal di. Zor se chaatne lagi. Meri kamar upar neeche ho rahi thi. Main unke baal pakad kar dabane lagi. Pehla orgasm itni jaldi aaya – choot se pani unke muh mein tapka. Unhone sab pee liya.
Phir unhone khud ki saree upar ki. Unki choot bhi geeli thi. “Ab teri baari… chaat mujhe… jaldi se…”
Main neeche baith gayi. Unki choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit tease. Unhone mere sar pakad kar dabaya – “Andar… poori tongue… uffff… Priya… achha chaat rahi hai…”
Main chaat ti rahi. Unhone do baar jhad gayi – pehla dheere se, dusra zor se, pani mere muh pe tapka.
Uske baad hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Aaj se har din aisa hi… jab Rohan aur saas bahar hon… hum dono apna pyaar manayenge.”
Din bhar chhoti chhoti cheezein – kitchen mein peeche se hug, hall mein jab saas TV dekh rahi hoti thi tab chhupa haath pakadna, puja ke time jab sab aankhen band karte the tab unki ungli meri ungli se khelti.
Raat ko sab so gaye. Saas apne kamre mein, Rohan office se late aaya toh thak kar so gaya. Main dheere se Meera Jethani ke kamre mein chali gayi. Darwaza band kiya, chain lagayi.
Unhone mujhe bed pe dhakka diya. Saree utari – dono nangi. Unhone drawer se strap-on nikala – is baar vibrating wala, double sided.
“Aaj hum dono ek saath feel karenge,” unhone kaha aur strap-on pehna. Ek taraf unki choot mein ghus gaya, dusri taraf bahar latak raha tha.
Unhone mujhe missionary mein litaya. Vibrator on. Dildo meri choot pe ragda. Phir dheere se andar.
Aaaahhhhh… vibrator ki feeling alag thi – andar tak current sa daud raha tha. Unhone dhakke marne shuru kiye. Unki choot mein bhi vibrator tha – dono tadap rahe the.
“Uffff… Priya… kitna acha… dono ki choot mein maza… zor se… aahhh…”
Main unki kamar pakad kar neeche se dhakke marne lagi. Chuche ek doosre se ragad rahe the. Nipple se nipple. Unhone mera nipple muh mein le liya aur chusa.
Phir position change – scissor. Hum dono side by side, legs interlocked. Choot se choot ragad rahi thi. Vibrator dono ki choot mein. Zor se ragad.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… choot ragad rahi hai… clit se clit… kitna maza… aahhh…”
Hum dono tez tez hil rahi thi. Pani mix ho raha tha. Main pehli jhad gayi – zor se, poora sharir spasam mein. Phir unhone jhad gayi – unki choot se garam pani meri choot pe.
Phir unhone strap-on utara. Hum dono let gaye. Unhone mera sar apne seene pe rakha. “Priya… yeh pyaar sirf sex nahi… yeh dil se dil tak hai.”
Main unke nipple pe haath phera. “Jethani… main aapke bina nahi reh sakti ab. Aap meri ho gayi ho.”
Uske baad har din nayi intensity. Ek din bathroom mein shower ke neeche. Hum dono nangi, pani ke neeche. Unhone mujhe deewar se sataya. Tongue se poora sharir chaata – gardan, chuche, navel, choot. Phir strap-on pehna. Shower ke pani mein dhakke. Pani hamare sharir pe gir raha tha, awaaz goonj rahi thi.
“Zor se… Jethani… shower mein chod do… aahhh…”
Gaand mein bhi try kiya. Oil lagakar. Dheere se dildo gaand mein. Dard mein maza. Main cheekh rahi thi pani ke neeche.
Ek din kitchen mein counter pe. Unhone mujhe baitha diya. Legs faila kar strap-on andar. Zor se dhakke. Gas stove jal raha tha, chai ubal rahi thi – par hum ruk nahi rahe the.
Din mein jab saas so rahi hoti thi, hum chhath pe jaate. Jaipur ki haveli ki chhath – purani jaali, hawa ka jhonka. Wahan hum nangi let jaate. Unhone ice cubes laaye. Ice se meri nipple ko tease. Thand se nipple hard. Phir unki garam jeebh. Contrast itna ki main tadap uthi.
Phir honey lagaya unki choot pe. Main chaat ti rahi. Honey aur unka ras mix – sweet, addictive.
Ek raat unhone mujhe blindfold kiya. Haath bandh diye silk dupatte se. Phir dheere dheere touch. Kabhi tongue, kabhi ungli, kabhi vibrator. Main guess kar rahi thi – “Jethani… yeh kya hai… aahhh…”
Unhone strap-on se chod diya – blindfold mein feeling double.
Har orgasm ke baad woh mujhe pyar se chumti. “Meri devarani… meri jaan… meri aurat.”
Par ek din dar ka pal aaya. Period miss ho gaye the meri. 12 din late.
Main dar gayi. “Jethani… mujhe lagta hai… main pregnant ho sakti hoon.”
Unhone hairan hokar dekha. “Par hum toh… sirf lesbian… kaise?”
Phir socha. “Rohan ke saath toh tune last mahine mein kiya tha na? Shayad uska hai.”
Main boli, “Haan… par woh bhi kam hi karta hai. Aur aapke saath itna intense feel… shayad…”
Test kiya – positive.
Ghar mein toofan aa gaya. Saas khush, Rohan khush – socha unka baccha hai. Par main aur Meera Jethani jaante the – yeh rishte ka nateeja tha. Humne decide kiya – baccha hum dono ka hai. Rohan sirf naam ka baap.
Pregnancy ke saath hamara pyaar aur gehra ho gaya. Ab positions change – spooning mein dheere se strap-on, side by side choot ragadna, oral zyada.
Mere chuche bade hone lage. Unhone roz dabate, chuste. Pet ubharne laga – woh roz pet pe kiss karti, haath rakhti.
“Priya… yeh hamara baccha hai… hum dono ka.”
Raat ko jab sab so jate, woh mere kamre mein aati. Blindfold karti, haath bandh karti, aur dheere se chaat ti. Vibrator se tease. Main tadapti – “Jethani… mat ruko… chod do…”
Unhone pet pe haath rakhte hue strap-on se dheere dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna pyar… aapka dildo andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Multiple orgasms ab aur intense. Pregnancy ke karan choot sensitive – sirf clit touch se jhad jati. Woh roz tease karti – tongue se halka sa, phir ruk jati. Main roti – “mat ruko… please… chod do mujhe…”
Emotional turmoil: Har baar jab woh mujhe chhuti hain, dil mein do awaazein. Ek kehti hai “yeh galat hai – tu bahu hai, jethani hai, family ki izzat”. Dusri kehti hai “lekin yeh pyaar sachcha hai… yeh feeling kabhi mard ke saath nahi aayi… sirf unke saath”. Jab woh meri choot chaatti hain, tongue andar daalti hain, lagta hai jaise woh meri rooh tak pahunch rahi hain. Jab strap-on se chodti hain, vibrator on kar ke, dono tadapti hain – woh bhi feel karti hain kyunki double sided. Yeh connection alag hai – physical se zyada soul level pe.
Sensory details: Unka ittar – jasmine, rose, sandalwood ka mix – jab woh mujhpe jhukti hain, woh smell pagal kar deta hai. Meri choot ka ras jab woh chaatti hain – woh kehti hain “teri choot ka swaad meri zindagi ka nasha hai”. Unki choot ka taste – thoda tangy, thoda sweet, pregnancy ke baad aur zyada addictive. Baarish mein bheegi saree ka geela feel, honey lagakar chaatne ka sweet-sticky taste, ice cubes se thandi sensation aur garam jeebh ka contrast – yeh sab ek alag hi duniya.
Cultural depth: Jaipur ki haveli – purani deewarein, jaali se aati hawa, chhath pe sitaron ki roshni, Karwa Chauth ki yaad jo ab hamare pyaar ki shuruaat ban gayi. Ghar mein strict rules – bahu ko saree pehen kar rehna, saas ke saamne sar jhukana – par humara secret inhi rules ke andar chhupa hai. Kitchen mein chhupa kiss jab saas puja kar rahi hoti hai, puja ghar mein chhupa touch jab sab aankhen band, chhath pe raat ko milna jab sab so rahe hain – yeh sab Rajasthani joint family ke andar chhupa hua lust hai.
Toys aur experiments: Vibrating strap-on, double sided, remote controlled vibrator jo woh mujhe din mein pehnati hai – kitchen mein kaam karte hue, main tadap rahi hoti hoon, woh remote se on-off karti hai. Ice cubes se nipple tease, honey se choot chaatna, blindfold aur handcuff roleplay – woh mard ban jati hai, main unki aurat.
Pregnancy ke saath nayi feelings: Mere chuche bade, sensitive. Woh roz unhe dabati, chusti – nipple se pehla colostrum nikla toh woh chus kar taste kiya. “Yeh hamare bacche ke liye… par pehle mera haq hai.” Pet pe haath rakhte hue sex – dheere dhakke, vibrator low speed pe. Baccha movement mehsoos hota hai jab main jhadti hoon – jaise woh bhi mehsoos kar raha ho.
Har subah main unke kamre ki taraf dekhti hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat wait karti hoon sab sone ka. Ab yeh sirf sex nahi – yeh commitment hai. Hum dono ne decide kiya hai – baccha paida hone ke baad bhi yeh rishta rahega. Rohan ko shayad kabhi pata chale, shayad nahi. Par hum dono ke liye yeh pyaar hamesha rahega.
Ek raat jab Rohan late aaya, woh mere kamre mein aaya. Mujhe gale lagaya. “Priya… tu bahut khush dikhti hai aajkal.”
Main sharma gayi. “Haan ji… pregnancy ki khushi.”
Par andar se soch rahi thi – yeh khushi Meera Jethani ki wajah se hai.
Uske baad unhone mujhe bed pe litaya. Normal sex – lekin mera dhyan Meera Jethani pe tha. Jab Rohan andar bahar kar raha tha, main soch rahi thi unki tongue ke baare mein, unki ungliyon ke baare mein.
Agli subah Meera Jethani ne mujhe kitchen mein pakda. “Kal raat Rohan ke saath tha na? Jealous feel ho raha hai mujhe.”
Main unhe kiss kiya. “Aap hi meri asli patni ho… Rohan sirf naam ka.”
Us raat humne revenge sex kiya – unhone mujhe zor se choda strap-on se. “Le… ab sirf mera dildo yaad rahega tujhe…”
Aur main jhad gayi – zor se.
Ab pregnancy 6 mahine mein. Pet bada. Chuche bhari hue. Gaand moti. Woh roz massage deti hai – oil se. Massage ke baad sex. Dheere se strap-on, pet pe haath rakhte hue.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna pyar… aapka dildo andar… pet tak…”
Har orgasm ke baad woh mujhe gale lagati hai. Aankhen nam. “Priya… humara baccha… humara pyaar… hamesha rahega.”
Yeh rishta ab family ban gaya hai. Baccha jab paida hoga – hum dono uske maa honge. Rohan shayad accept kar lega ya nahi – par humare liye yeh pyaar hi sab kuch hai.
Ab har subah main unke pet pe haath rakhti hoon – wait, mera pet. Unhone mera pet sehlaya. “Beta… teri do maayen hain… hum dono tujhe pyaar karenge.”
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Agle part mein – delivery, bacche ka janam, family ka reaction, aur humara naya chapter – shayad alag room, shayad secret life, par pyaar hamesha.
Par abhi ke liye… Meera Jethani meri hai. Poori tarah se. Aur main unki. Hamesha.
Meera Jethani ki umar 29 saal hai. Height 5'7", gora rang, lambe baal, figure 36-28-38 – bilkul film heroine jaisi. Woh hamesha heavy silk saree pehenti hain, deep blouse, bindi, mangalsutra, aur woh muskurahat jo dil ko chhoo jati hai. Unki awaaz mein mithaas hai, chal mein ada, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb si gehraai jo mujhe har baar ghabra deti hai. Main unki taraf dekhti rehti hoon – kitchen mein jab woh sabzi kaat rahi hoti hain, pallu thoda sark jata hai toh kamar ki nangi chamak, ya puja ke time jab woh jhukti hain toh blouse ke andar se chuche ka ubhaar.
Shuruaat Karwa Chauth ke din se hui. Ghar mein poora tyohaar tha – mehndi, saaj-singaar, sargi, aur raat ko chhath pe chandra darshan. Main pehli baar fast rakh rahi thi. Subah se kuch nahi khaya, sirf pani piya. Shaam ko sab auraton ne saree pehni, jewellery lagaya. Main red lehenga choli pehni thi, heavy jhumke, bangles, aur payal. Meera Jethani ne deep maroon silk saree pehni thi – low waist blouse, backless, aur saree itni transparent ki petticoat ki lace dikh rahi thi.
Puja ke time sab chhath pe the. Main aur Meera Jethani ek taraf khadi thi. Chand nikal aaya. Sabne argya diya. Phir sab ne paani piya, khana khaya. Main bahut thak gayi thi – fast ki wajah se chakkar aa rahe the. Meera Jethani ne notice kiya.
“Priya… tu theek toh hai? Chehra safed pad gaya hai.”
“Haan Jethani… bas thakan hai.”
Unhone mera haath pakda. “Chal mere kamre mein aa, thodi der let ja. Rohan abhi business call pe hai.”
Main unke saath chali gayi. Unka kamre bada tha – antique bed, jaali wali khidki, aur mirror mein poora sharir dikhta tha. Unhone mujhe bed pe baithaya, paani pilaya. Phir mere paas baith gayi. Unki saree ka pallu thoda sark gaya – cleavage saaf dikh raha tha. Chuche itne bhare hue, skin glowing.
“Priya… tu bahut sundar hai. Shaadi ke baad aur bhi khubsurat ho gayi hai.”
Main sharma gayi. “Aap toh… aap jaisi koi nahi.”
Unhone dheere se mera gaal chhua. “Sach bol rahi hoon. Teri aankhen… bilkul masoom, par andar kuch aur hai.”
Dil zor se dhadakne laga. Unhone mera haath apne haath mein liya. Unki ungliyan garam thi. Phir dheere se meri taraf jhuki. Main aankhen band kar li. Pehla kiss – unke soft honth mere honthon pe. Bilkul alag feeling thi. Marda ke kiss se bilkul different – naram, dheema, pyar bhara.
Main kaanp uthi. “Jethani… yeh… galat hai…”
“Shhh… koi nahi dekh raha. Bas ek baar… dekh kitna acha lagta hai.”
Phir kiss gehra ho gaya. Unhone meri jeebh pakdi, chusi. Main moan karne lagi – “Uffff… Jethani…”
Unhone mera lehenga ka dupatta utara. Choli ke hooks khole. Bra mein mere chuche bahar. Unhone bra upar ki aur ek nipple muh mein le liya. Zor se chusa.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… nipple ko chuso… kitna acha lag raha hai…”
Unhone dono chuche masalne shuru kiye. Nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheencha. Dard aur maza ek saath. Meri choot geeli ho chuki thi. Lehenga ke andar pani aa raha tha.
Phir unhone mera lehenga upar kiya. Petticoat bhi. Panties geeli thi. Unhone panty neeche ki. Meri choot shaved thi – pink, geeli.
“Kitni sundar choot hai teri… kitni geeli ho gayi hai mere liye,” unhone kaha aur dheere se kiss kiya choot pe.
Main tadap uthi – “Aaaahhhh… Jethani… chaat lo… poori choot chaat lo…”
Unhone tongue se clit ko tease kiya. Circle banate hue. Phir tongue andar daal di. Zor se chaatne lagi. Unka muh mera ras pee raha tha. Main kamar utha rahi thi – “Uffff… andar… aur gehra… aahhh…”
Unhone do ungliyan andar daal di. Andar bahar tez tez. G-spot pe pressure. Main pehli baar jhad gayi – choot se pani unke muh pe tapka.
Phir unhone apni saree utari. Unka sharir bilkul perfect – bade chuche, patli kamar, moti gaand. Bra utari, panty utari. Unki choot bhi shaved thi, thodi dark pink, geeli chamak rahi thi.
“Ab teri baari Priya… chaat mujhe.”
Main jhuk gayi. Pehli baar kisi aurat ki choot chaatni thi. Taste alag tha – thoda tangy, thoda sweet. Main tongue se chaatne lagi. Clit ko muh mein le kar chusi.
“Aaaahhhh… Priya… achha chaat rahi hai… andar tongue daal… uffff…”
Main tongue andar daal kar chaatne lagi. Unhone mere baal pakad kar dabaya. Unki kamar hil rahi thi.
Phir unhone drawer se kuch nikala – ek strap-on dildo. 7 inch ka, realistic, black color ka.
“Priya… aaj tu mujhe chod. Yeh pehli baar hai hamare beech… main tujhe feel karna chahti hoon.”
Main hairan. Par excited bhi. Unhone strap-on pehna – ab woh mard jaisi lag rahi thi. Dildo unki kamar se latak raha tha.
Unhone mujhe bed pe litaya. Legs faila kar. Dildo ki topi meri choot pe ragdi. Phir dheere se andar.
Aaaahhhhh… kitna mota tha. Dard hua pehle. Phir maza.
“Zor se… Jethani… chod do mujhe… aahhh…”
Unhone dhakke marne shuru kiye. Zor zor se. Bed hil raha tha. Mere chuche hil rahe the. Unhone nipple masalte hue dhakke.
Phir position change – doggy. Meri gaand upar. Peeche se dildo andar. Gaand pe thappad marte hue.
“Le… meri pyari devarani… le poora… teri choot meri hai ab…”
“Aaaahhhh… thappad maar… zor se… phaad do meri choot…”
Main do baar jhad gayi. Choot se pani tapak raha tha.
Phir unhone mujhe cowgirl mein baithaya. Main upar. Bounce karne lagi. Dildo andar bahar. Unhone mere chuche pakad kar masle.
“Kitne mast chuche hain tere… bounce kar… zor se…”
Main tez tez upar neeche. Choot se chap chap awaaz.
Last mein unhone mujhe missionary mein litaya. Zor zor se dhakke. “Le… mera maal… andar hi daal rahi hoon… creampie jaisa feel…”
Dildo ke saath woh bhi jhad gayi – unki choot se pani tapka.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone strap-on utara aur mujhe gale lagaya. “Priya… yeh hamara raaz rahega. Karwa Chauth ki raat se shuru hua… aur hamesha chalega.”
Main unke seene pe sar rakha. Dil mein guilt tha – yeh jethani thi, family ki izzat. Par unki baahon mein itna sukoon tha ki dil nahi manta.
Subah sab normal. Puja, khana, sab log. Par jab kitchen mein akeli hoti thi, Meera Jethani peeche se aati, kamar pe haath rakhti, kaan mein whisper karti – “Aaj raat phir se… mere kamre mein.”
Raat ko sab so gaye. Main dheere se unke kamre mein chali gayi. Darwaza band kiya.
Is baar unhone mujhe nanga kiya. Poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se gardan tak. Meri clit ko tongue se tease kiya. Main tadap uthi.
Phir 69 position. Main unki choot chaat rahi thi, woh meri. Unki tongue andar bahar. Main moan kar rahi thi unki choot mein muh daba kar.
Phir unhone strap-on pehna. Is baar doggy mein gaand pe focus.
“Priya… aaj teri gaand bhi meri karungi.”
Oil lagaya. Dildo ki topi gaand pe. Dheere se andar.
Dard bahut tha. Main ro padi. “Jethani… dheere… phaad rahi ho…”
Unhone ruk kar kiss kiya gardan pe. “Relax… mera pyar hai yeh.”
Dheere dheere poora andar. Phir bahar. Phir speed. Maza aane laga. Main khud peeche dhakelne lagi.
“Aaaahhhh… gaand mein… kitna acha… chod do meri gaand… Jethani…”
Unhone zor se dhakke. Gaand mein poora dildo. Main anal orgasm pa gayi – pehli baar.
Phir choot mein wapas. Zor se choda. Multiple orgasms.
Har raat aisa hi. Kitchen mein chhup kar kiss, puja ke time chhupa touch, raat ko full session.
Ek din Vikram bhaiya ko tour pe jana pada – 10 din ka. Ghar mein sirf auraten. Tab hum dono openly enjoy karne lage.
Din mein kamre mein, raat ko chhath pe, bathroom mein shower ke neeche.
Ek raat chhath pe baarish ho rahi thi. Hum dono bheeg gaye. Saree chipak gayi. Unhone mujhe chhath ki deewar se sataya. Saree upar ki, panty neeche. Strap-on pehna. Peeche se andar.
Baarish mein dhakke. Pani hamare upar gir raha tha. Main moan kar rahi thi – “Aaaahhhh… Jethani… baarish mein chod do… kitna maza…”
Unhone gaand mein daala. Zor se. Creampie feel.
Uske baad hum let gaye. Baarish mein bheegi hue. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Priya… tu meri ho gayi hai. Rohan tera pati hai, par tera yeh sharir, tera dil – mera hai.”
Main chup rahi. Par sach tha. Ab main unke bina nahi reh sakti.
Par ek dar tha – agar kisi ko pata chal gaya toh? Family strict hai. Ya agar main pregnant ho gayi toh? Wait, lesbian mein pregnant? Par hum kabhi kabhi strap-on ke saath roleplay karte the – “aaj main tera mard hoon… andar hi daal rahi hoon”.
Aur ek din unhone mujhe bola – “Priya… main ek surprise laayi hoon.”
Unhone ek vibrating strap-on nikala. Double sided. Unhone pehna. Ek taraf unki choot mein, dusri taraf meri.
Phir humne scissors position try ki. Choot se choot ragad rahi thi. Vibrator on. Dono tadap rahi thi.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… yeh vibrator… kitna acha… choot ragad rahi hai… aahhh…”
Hum dono ek saath jhad gaye. Pani mix ho gaya.
Ab har raat nayi cheez – kabhi ice cubes se tease, kabhi honey lagakar chaatna, kabhi blindfold kar ke touch.
Guilt ab bhi aata tha. Par jab Meera Jethani mujhe apni baahon mein leti, pet pe haath rakhti, aur kehti “tu meri devarani nahi, meri biwi hai andar se”, toh sab bhool jata tha.
Ek din Rohan ne notice kiya ki main aur Meera Jethani zyada time saath bitate hain. Poocha – “Priya, tu Jethani ke saath itni close kyun ho gayi?”
Main ghabra gayi. “Bas… woh mujhe pasand karti hain.”
Par unki aankhon mein shak tha.
Ab har raat main sochti hoon – yeh raaz kitne din chhupa rahega? Agar Vikram bhaiya ko pata chal gaya toh? Ya Rohan ko?
Par ruk nahi pa rahi. Meera Jethani ki choot, unke chuche, unki baahen – sab meri zindagi ban gaye hain.
Yeh Karwa Chauth ka vrat sirf ek shuruaat tha. Ab yeh pyaar hamesha rahega.
(Abhi toh shuruaat hai… agle part mein Rohan aur Vikram ka shak, secret hotel meet, aur aur wild lesbian exploration – toys, roleplay, aur emotional confession.)
Emotional layers: Har baar jab Meera Jethani mujhe chhuti hain, dil mein ek toofan uth ta hai. Ek taraf family ke rules, sanskaar, izzat ka dar – main bahu hoon, devarani hoon, ghar ki chhoti bahu. Dusri taraf yeh bechaini jo unki ungliyon se shuru hoti hai aur poore sharir mein fail jati hai. Unka har kiss mere andar ki aurat ko jagata hai jo pehle kabhi itni zinda nahi hui thi. Jab woh meri choot chaatti hain, tongue andar daalti hain, woh feeling… jaise woh meri soul tak pahunch rahi hain.
Smells – unka ittar, jasmine aur sandalwood ka mix, jab woh mujhpe jhukti hain. Meri choot ka aroma jab woh chaat ti hain – woh kehti hain “teri choot ka ras mera favorite hai”. Unki choot ka taste jab main chaatti hoon – thoda tangy, addictive. Baarish mein bheegi saree ka geela smell, sweat ka salty taste jab chuche chaatte hain.
Cultural depth: Jaipur ki yeh purani haveli, jaaliyon se aati hawa, chhath pe puja ki ghanti, Karwa Chauth ka tyohaar jahan auraten sari raat fast rakhti hain, lekin hamare liye woh raat pyaar ki shuruaat thi. Ghar mein sab strict, par hamara secret – kitchen ke peeche, puja ghar ke kone mein chhupa kiss, raat ko chhath pe baarish mein milna – yeh sab Rajasthani culture ke andar chhupa hua lust hai.
Multiple orgasms ki baat – pehla tongue se jab woh clit ko tease karti hain, dusra ungliyon se G-spot hit karte hue, teesra strap-on se jab deep strokes, chautha scissors position mein choot se choot ragad kar. Har orgasm ke baad main unke upar gir padti hoon, woh mujhe pyar se chumti hain aur kehti hain “meri pyari devarani… meri aurat”.
Aur yeh addiction badhta ja raha hai. Har subah main unke kamre ki taraf dekhti hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat wait karti hoon sab sone ka, taaki main unke paas ja sakun.
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hogi. Kyunki yeh sirf do auraton ka pyaar nahi – yeh ek forbidden rishte ki kahani hai jo haveli ki deewaron mein chhupa hua hai, aur shayad kabhi bahar nahi aayega. Par jo bhi ho – Meera Jethani meri hai. Aur main unki.
Ab aur gehraai se socho – pehli baat jab unhone mujhe kiss kiya, woh pal jaise waqt ruk gaya tha. Unke honth itne soft, garam, aur dheeme se dab rahe the jaise woh mujhe taste kar rahi hon. Jab tongue andar aayi, woh meri jeebh se khel rahi thi, suck kar rahi thi. Main kaanp rahi thi, haath unki kamar pe the, unki skin silk jaisi smooth.
Jab unhone mera nipple muh mein liya, woh chusne lagi jaise koi bhookhi ho. Daant se halk. Vikram bhaiya ke tour pe jaane ke pehle din se hi ghar mein ek alag sa sukoon tha. Woh 12 din ke liye Delhi-Bangalore-Mumbai trip pe gaye the – business meetings, clients, aur family ke purane contacts se milna. Ghar mein ab sirf teen auraten thi: Saas (jo aksar mandir ya satsang mein busy rehti thi), Meera Jethani, aur main – Priya, chhoti devarani. Rohan bhi roz subah 9 se raat 9 tak office ya site pe rehta tha. Matlab din ke kai ghante sirf hum dono ke liye.
Pehla din subah se hi tension bhara tha. Main kitchen mein chai bana rahi thi jab Meera Jethani peeche se aayi. Unhone peeche se meri kamar ko pakad liya – dono haath meri kamar pe, unki garam saans meri gardan pe.
“Priya… aaj se ghar mein sirf hum hain… koi rokne wala nahi,” unhone dheere se kaha, awaaz mein woh mithaas jo mujhe har baar kaanp deti thi.
Main gas stove band kar diya. “Jethani… saas kabhi bhi aa sakti hain…”
“Woh 11 baje satsang ke liye gayi hain… 3 baje tak nahi aayengi,” unhone kaha aur mera pallu dheere se neeche gira diya.
Unhone mujhe counter pe jhuka diya. Saree upar ki, petticoat ke andar haath daala. Panties pehle se geeli thi. Unhone panty side karke ek ungli andar daal di. Dheere dheere andar bahar.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… subah subah… kitna acha lag raha hai…”
Unhone dusri ungli bhi daal di. Zor se andar bahar. Meri kamar hil rahi thi. Unhone meri gardan pe kiss kiya, daadi nahi thi unki – smooth skin ragad rahi thi.
“Kitni geeli ho gayi hai tu… sirf soch kar hi pani nikal aaya tera… meri pyari devarani…”
Main counter pe jhuki thi, chuche dab rahe the marble pe. Unhone meri kamar se haath nikaal kar mera ek chuche dabaya blouse ke upar se. Nipple hard ho gaya.
Phir unhone mujhe ghumaya. Counter pe baitha diya. Legs faila kar. Saree poori upar. Unhone neeche baith gayi. Tongue meri choot pe lagayi. Clit ko circle mein ghumaya.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… tongue se… zor se chaat lo… andar daalo…”
Unhone tongue andar daal di. Zor se chaatne lagi. Meri kamar upar neeche ho rahi thi. Main unke baal pakad kar dabane lagi. Pehla orgasm itni jaldi aaya – choot se pani unke muh mein tapka. Unhone sab pee liya.
Phir unhone khud ki saree upar ki. Unki choot bhi geeli thi. “Ab teri baari… chaat mujhe… jaldi se…”
Main neeche baith gayi. Unki choot pe kiss kiya. Tongue se clit tease. Unhone mere sar pakad kar dabaya – “Andar… poori tongue… uffff… Priya… achha chaat rahi hai…”
Main chaat ti rahi. Unhone do baar jhad gayi – pehla dheere se, dusra zor se, pani mere muh pe tapka.
Uske baad hum dono haanf rahe the. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Aaj se har din aisa hi… jab Rohan aur saas bahar hon… hum dono apna pyaar manayenge.”
Din bhar chhoti chhoti cheezein – kitchen mein peeche se hug, hall mein jab saas TV dekh rahi hoti thi tab chhupa haath pakadna, puja ke time jab sab aankhen band karte the tab unki ungli meri ungli se khelti.
Raat ko sab so gaye. Saas apne kamre mein, Rohan office se late aaya toh thak kar so gaya. Main dheere se Meera Jethani ke kamre mein chali gayi. Darwaza band kiya, chain lagayi.
Unhone mujhe bed pe dhakka diya. Saree utari – dono nangi. Unhone drawer se strap-on nikala – is baar vibrating wala, double sided.
“Aaj hum dono ek saath feel karenge,” unhone kaha aur strap-on pehna. Ek taraf unki choot mein ghus gaya, dusri taraf bahar latak raha tha.
Unhone mujhe missionary mein litaya. Vibrator on. Dildo meri choot pe ragda. Phir dheere se andar.
Aaaahhhhh… vibrator ki feeling alag thi – andar tak current sa daud raha tha. Unhone dhakke marne shuru kiye. Unki choot mein bhi vibrator tha – dono tadap rahe the.
“Uffff… Priya… kitna acha… dono ki choot mein maza… zor se… aahhh…”
Main unki kamar pakad kar neeche se dhakke marne lagi. Chuche ek doosre se ragad rahe the. Nipple se nipple. Unhone mera nipple muh mein le liya aur chusa.
Phir position change – scissor. Hum dono side by side, legs interlocked. Choot se choot ragad rahi thi. Vibrator dono ki choot mein. Zor se ragad.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… choot ragad rahi hai… clit se clit… kitna maza… aahhh…”
Hum dono tez tez hil rahi thi. Pani mix ho raha tha. Main pehli jhad gayi – zor se, poora sharir spasam mein. Phir unhone jhad gayi – unki choot se garam pani meri choot pe.
Phir unhone strap-on utara. Hum dono let gaye. Unhone mera sar apne seene pe rakha. “Priya… yeh pyaar sirf sex nahi… yeh dil se dil tak hai.”
Main unke nipple pe haath phera. “Jethani… main aapke bina nahi reh sakti ab. Aap meri ho gayi ho.”
Uske baad har din nayi intensity. Ek din bathroom mein shower ke neeche. Hum dono nangi, pani ke neeche. Unhone mujhe deewar se sataya. Tongue se poora sharir chaata – gardan, chuche, navel, choot. Phir strap-on pehna. Shower ke pani mein dhakke. Pani hamare sharir pe gir raha tha, awaaz goonj rahi thi.
“Zor se… Jethani… shower mein chod do… aahhh…”
Gaand mein bhi try kiya. Oil lagakar. Dheere se dildo gaand mein. Dard mein maza. Main cheekh rahi thi pani ke neeche.
Ek din kitchen mein counter pe. Unhone mujhe baitha diya. Legs faila kar strap-on andar. Zor se dhakke. Gas stove jal raha tha, chai ubal rahi thi – par hum ruk nahi rahe the.
Din mein jab saas so rahi hoti thi, hum chhath pe jaate. Jaipur ki haveli ki chhath – purani jaali, hawa ka jhonka. Wahan hum nangi let jaate. Unhone ice cubes laaye. Ice se meri nipple ko tease. Thand se nipple hard. Phir unki garam jeebh. Contrast itna ki main tadap uthi.
Phir honey lagaya unki choot pe. Main chaat ti rahi. Honey aur unka ras mix – sweet, addictive.
Ek raat unhone mujhe blindfold kiya. Haath bandh diye silk dupatte se. Phir dheere dheere touch. Kabhi tongue, kabhi ungli, kabhi vibrator. Main guess kar rahi thi – “Jethani… yeh kya hai… aahhh…”
Unhone strap-on se chod diya – blindfold mein feeling double.
Har orgasm ke baad woh mujhe pyar se chumti. “Meri devarani… meri jaan… meri aurat.”
Par ek din dar ka pal aaya. Period miss ho gaye the meri. 12 din late.
Main dar gayi. “Jethani… mujhe lagta hai… main pregnant ho sakti hoon.”
Unhone hairan hokar dekha. “Par hum toh… sirf lesbian… kaise?”
Phir socha. “Rohan ke saath toh tune last mahine mein kiya tha na? Shayad uska hai.”
Main boli, “Haan… par woh bhi kam hi karta hai. Aur aapke saath itna intense feel… shayad…”
Test kiya – positive.
Ghar mein toofan aa gaya. Saas khush, Rohan khush – socha unka baccha hai. Par main aur Meera Jethani jaante the – yeh rishte ka nateeja tha. Humne decide kiya – baccha hum dono ka hai. Rohan sirf naam ka baap.
Pregnancy ke saath hamara pyaar aur gehra ho gaya. Ab positions change – spooning mein dheere se strap-on, side by side choot ragadna, oral zyada.
Mere chuche bade hone lage. Unhone roz dabate, chuste. Pet ubharne laga – woh roz pet pe kiss karti, haath rakhti.
“Priya… yeh hamara baccha hai… hum dono ka.”
Raat ko jab sab so jate, woh mere kamre mein aati. Blindfold karti, haath bandh karti, aur dheere se chaat ti. Vibrator se tease. Main tadapti – “Jethani… mat ruko… chod do…”
Unhone pet pe haath rakhte hue strap-on se dheere dhakke.
“Aaaahhhh… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna pyar… aapka dildo andar… pet tak mehsoos hota hai…”
Multiple orgasms ab aur intense. Pregnancy ke karan choot sensitive – sirf clit touch se jhad jati. Woh roz tease karti – tongue se halka sa, phir ruk jati. Main roti – “mat ruko… please… chod do mujhe…”
Emotional turmoil: Har baar jab woh mujhe chhuti hain, dil mein do awaazein. Ek kehti hai “yeh galat hai – tu bahu hai, jethani hai, family ki izzat”. Dusri kehti hai “lekin yeh pyaar sachcha hai… yeh feeling kabhi mard ke saath nahi aayi… sirf unke saath”. Jab woh meri choot chaatti hain, tongue andar daalti hain, lagta hai jaise woh meri rooh tak pahunch rahi hain. Jab strap-on se chodti hain, vibrator on kar ke, dono tadapti hain – woh bhi feel karti hain kyunki double sided. Yeh connection alag hai – physical se zyada soul level pe.
Sensory details: Unka ittar – jasmine, rose, sandalwood ka mix – jab woh mujhpe jhukti hain, woh smell pagal kar deta hai. Meri choot ka ras jab woh chaatti hain – woh kehti hain “teri choot ka swaad meri zindagi ka nasha hai”. Unki choot ka taste – thoda tangy, thoda sweet, pregnancy ke baad aur zyada addictive. Baarish mein bheegi saree ka geela feel, honey lagakar chaatne ka sweet-sticky taste, ice cubes se thandi sensation aur garam jeebh ka contrast – yeh sab ek alag hi duniya.
Cultural depth: Jaipur ki haveli – purani deewarein, jaali se aati hawa, chhath pe sitaron ki roshni, Karwa Chauth ki yaad jo ab hamare pyaar ki shuruaat ban gayi. Ghar mein strict rules – bahu ko saree pehen kar rehna, saas ke saamne sar jhukana – par humara secret inhi rules ke andar chhupa hai. Kitchen mein chhupa kiss jab saas puja kar rahi hoti hai, puja ghar mein chhupa touch jab sab aankhen band, chhath pe raat ko milna jab sab so rahe hain – yeh sab Rajasthani joint family ke andar chhupa hua lust hai.
Toys aur experiments: Vibrating strap-on, double sided, remote controlled vibrator jo woh mujhe din mein pehnati hai – kitchen mein kaam karte hue, main tadap rahi hoti hoon, woh remote se on-off karti hai. Ice cubes se nipple tease, honey se choot chaatna, blindfold aur handcuff roleplay – woh mard ban jati hai, main unki aurat.
Pregnancy ke saath nayi feelings: Mere chuche bade, sensitive. Woh roz unhe dabati, chusti – nipple se pehla colostrum nikla toh woh chus kar taste kiya. “Yeh hamare bacche ke liye… par pehle mera haq hai.” Pet pe haath rakhte hue sex – dheere dhakke, vibrator low speed pe. Baccha movement mehsoos hota hai jab main jhadti hoon – jaise woh bhi mehsoos kar raha ho.
Har subah main unke kamre ki taraf dekhti hoon. Unki smile dekh kar din shuru hota hai. Har raat wait karti hoon sab sone ka. Ab yeh sirf sex nahi – yeh commitment hai. Hum dono ne decide kiya hai – baccha paida hone ke baad bhi yeh rishta rahega. Rohan ko shayad kabhi pata chale, shayad nahi. Par hum dono ke liye yeh pyaar hamesha rahega.
Ek raat jab Rohan late aaya, woh mere kamre mein aaya. Mujhe gale lagaya. “Priya… tu bahut khush dikhti hai aajkal.”
Main sharma gayi. “Haan ji… pregnancy ki khushi.”
Par andar se soch rahi thi – yeh khushi Meera Jethani ki wajah se hai.
Uske baad unhone mujhe bed pe litaya. Normal sex – lekin mera dhyan Meera Jethani pe tha. Jab Rohan andar bahar kar raha tha, main soch rahi thi unki tongue ke baare mein, unki ungliyon ke baare mein.
Agli subah Meera Jethani ne mujhe kitchen mein pakda. “Kal raat Rohan ke saath tha na? Jealous feel ho raha hai mujhe.”
Main unhe kiss kiya. “Aap hi meri asli patni ho… Rohan sirf naam ka.”
Us raat humne revenge sex kiya – unhone mujhe zor se choda strap-on se. “Le… ab sirf mera dildo yaad rahega tujhe…”
Aur main jhad gayi – zor se.
Ab pregnancy 6 mahine mein. Pet bada. Chuche bhari hue. Gaand moti. Woh roz massage deti hai – oil se. Massage ke baad sex. Dheere se strap-on, pet pe haath rakhte hue.
“Aaaahhhh… Jethani… bacche ke saath bhi… kitna pyar… aapka dildo andar… pet tak…”
Har orgasm ke baad woh mujhe gale lagati hai. Aankhen nam. “Priya… humara baccha… humara pyaar… hamesha rahega.”
Yeh rishta ab family ban gaya hai. Baccha jab paida hoga – hum dono uske maa honge. Rohan shayad accept kar lega ya nahi – par humare liye yeh pyaar hi sab kuch hai.
Ab har subah main unke pet pe haath rakhti hoon – wait, mera pet. Unhone mera pet sehlaya. “Beta… teri do maayen hain… hum dono tujhe pyaar karenge.”
Yeh kahani abhi khatam nahi hui. Agle part mein – delivery, bacche ka janam, family ka reaction, aur humara naya chapter – shayad alag room, shayad secret life, par pyaar hamesha.
Par abhi ke liye… Meera Jethani meri hai. Poori tarah se. Aur main unki. Hamesha.