Mera naam Arjun hai. Umar 28 saal. Lucknow ke ek purane mohalle mein humara bada sa joint family ghar hai – char kamre, ek bada aangan, aur upar terrace jahan garmi mein raat ko sab sote hain. Papa ki death 5 saal pehle ho gayi thi, aur tab se Sasur ji – matlab mere husband Rahul ke papa, Shri Ram Prasad ji – akela reh gaye the. Unki umar ab 62 ke aaspaas thi, lekin body abhi bhi mazboot thi – roz subah park mein walk karte, sharir pe tel malish karte, aur awaaz mein woh purani authority abhi bhi thi jo police retired hone ke baad bhi nahi gayi.
Meri shaadi ko ab sirf 8 mahine hue the. Rahul bank mein job karta hai, aur aksar tour pe rehta hai. Is baar summer vacation tha – May-June ki bhayanak garmi, temperature 44-45 degrees, aur bijli ka load-shedding har do ghante mein. Ghar mein sirf main, Sasur ji, aur Rahul ki chhoti behen Priya (jo college mein thi aur din bhar bahar rehti). Maa ji toh pehle hi guzar chuki thi.
Shuruaat bilkul masoom thi. Ek shaam, bijli chali gayi. Garmi itni thi ki paseena kapdon mein tapak raha tha. Main kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi – pink cotton saree pehni thi, jo paseene se bilkul chipak gayi thi. Blouse ka neck deep tha, aur pallu thoda sark gaya tha. Sasur ji hall mein kursi pe baithe the, newspaper padh rahe the, lekin unki nazar baar baar mujhpe aa rahi thi. Main mehsoos kar rahi thi.
"Arre bahu, itni garmi mein bhi itna kaam? Aa baith thodi der," unhone kaha, awaaz mein thodi si mithaas thi jo pehle kabhi nahi suni thi.
Main muskura di, "Bas Sasur ji, sabzi ban rahi hai. Rahul ko late hoga aaj."
Unhone newspaper neeche rakha aur mujhe dekha – aankhon mein kuch alag si chamak. "Beta, tu toh bilkul jawan ho gayi hai shaadi ke baad. Pehle se hi khoobsurat thi, ab toh aur bhi..."
Dil mein ek current sa dauda. Yeh compliment normal nahi tha. Main sharma gayi, pallu theek kiya, lekin unki nazar mere boobs pe thi jo paseene se geele ho kar ubhar rahe the.
Raat ko khana khane ke baad, bijli abhi bhi nahi aayi. Hum sab terrace pe so gaye. Priya apne kamre mein chali gayi – usko garmi mein bhi AC wala cooler chahiye tha jo hall mein laga tha. Terrace pe sirf main aur Sasur ji. Main ek taraf charpai pe let gayi, saree thodi upar kheench kar pair faila liye – garmi se tang aa chuki thi.
Adhi raat ke aaspaas, main palti. Meri saree ka pallu phisal gaya, aur pet ki nangi skin dikh rahi thi. Sasur ji ki charpai meri taraf thi. Unhone torch jalaya – bijli nahi thi na. Roshni meri kamar pe padi. Main jaag gayi.
"Sasur ji, aap soye nahi?" maine dheere se poocha.
"Bahu, neend nahi aa rahi. Garmi aur... kuch aur bhi," unhone kaha aur torch band kar diya.
Dil zor zor se dhadakne laga. Yeh galat tha. Woh mere sasur the. Rahul ke papa. Par unki awaaz mein woh tadap thi jo mujhe andar se hila rahi thi. Main chup rahi.
Phir dheere se unki charpai hil gayi. Woh uth kar meri taraf aaye. Main aankhen band kar li, jaise so rahi hoon. Unhone meri paas baith kar mera haath pakda.
"Arre bahu... tu itni sundar kyun hai?" unki saans garam thi mere kaan pe.
Main kaanp gayi. "Sasur ji... yeh galat hai," maine dheeme se kaha, lekin haath nahi chhudaya.
"Galat? Beta, zindagi mein kabhi kabhi sahi galat ka farak mita jata hai. Tera pati hamesha bahar rehta hai. Main akela hoon. Tu bhi akeli hai. Bas thodi si khushi..."
Unhone mera haath apne chest pe rakha. Unka dil bhi tez dhadak raha tha. Phir dheere se meri kamar pe haath rakha. Skin pe unke garam haathon ka touch... uffff... pehli baar kisi aur mard ka touch itna intense laga.
Main resist karna chahti thi. "Sasur ji, please... Rahul ko pata chal gaya toh?"
"Unko kabhi pata nahi chalega. Yeh hamara raaz rahega," unhone kaha aur mere gale pe kiss kar diya.
Aaaahhhh... woh pehla kiss. Unke honth garam, thode rough. Meri gardan pe unki daadi ragad rahi thi. Main moan karne lagi – "Uffff... Sasur ji..."
Woh ruk gaye nahi. Dheere dheere meri saree kholne lage. Pallu neeche gira. Blouse ke andar se chuche ubhar rahe the. Unhone blouse ke hooks khole. Bra mein mere nipples hard ho chuke the. Unhone bra upar kiya aur ek nipple muh mein le liya.
"Ooohhh... Sasur ji... aahhh... kitna acha lag raha hai," maine moan kiya.
Unhone dono chuche masalne shuru kiye. Zor zor se. Nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheench rahe the. Dard aur maza ek saath. Meri choot geeli ho chuki thi. Panties mein pani aa raha tha.
Phir unhone meri saree poori utar di. Petticoat bhi. Main sirf panty mein thi. Unhone panty ke upar se choot pe haath phera.
"Kitni geeli ho gayi hai tu, bahu. Teri choot toh tapak rahi hai mere liye," unhone kaha aur panty neeche ki.
Unhone apni ungli daali. Ek ungli, phir do. Choot ke andar andar bahar kar rahe the. Main tadap uthi – "Aaaahhh... ungli se nahi... aur kuch..."
Woh muskura diye. Apni pajama neeche kiya. Unka lund bahar aaya – mota, lamba, topi chamak rahi thi. 62 saal ke mard ka lund itna hard? Main hairan.
"Chus le bahu... apne sasur ji ke lund ko muh mein le," unhone kaha.
Main jhuk gayi. Lund ke topi pe kiss kiya. Phir muh mein liya. Garam, salty taste. Unhone mere baal pakad kar zor se muh mein dhakela. "Aahhh... achha chusti hai tu... Rahul ko bhi aise hi karti hai kya?"
Main chup rahi, bas chusti rahi. Lund poora geela ho gaya tha.
Phir unhone mujhe litaya. Missionary position. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. "Bahu... ab tujhe apna banaunga poori tarah se."
Ek jhatke mein andar. Aaaahhhhhh! Dard aur maza. "Zor se... Sasur ji... chod do mujhe... aahhh..."
Woh zor zor se dhakke marne lage. Bed nahi tha, charpai thi – har dhakke pe khat khat awaaz. Flesh slapping – chap chap chap.
"Kitni tight hai teri choot... bahu... meri bahu... ab sirf meri," woh moan kar rahe the.
Main unke neeche tadap rahi thi. Chuche hil rahe the. Unhone nipple ko phir se muh mein liya jab dhakke mar rahe the.
Phir position change. Doggy style. Meri gaand upar, woh peeche se. Lund andar bahar. Gaand pe thappad marte hue – "Le... le meri randi bahu..."
"Uffff... maar daalo... zor se... Sasur ji... aahhh..."
Main do baar jhad gayi. Choot se pani tapak raha tha charpai pe.
Phir cowgirl. Main unke upar baith gayi. Lund andar liya. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche upar neeche. Unhone chuche pakad kar masle.
"Kitna bada hai aapka lund... Sasur ji... meri choot phaad di aapne..."
Woh neeche se dhakke mar rahe the. "Le... le poora... teri choot mein mera maal daal dunga..."
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Meri gaand unki taraf. Woh gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke. Main zor se moan kar rahi thi – "Aaaahhhh... andar hi daalo... creampie do mujhe..."
Aur phir... unka lund phadka. Garam garam maal meri choot mein bhar diya. Aaaahhhhh... kitna zyada tha. Bahar tapakne laga.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Main unke seene pe let gayi. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. "Bahu... yeh hamara raaz hai. Kal raat phir se..."
Main chup rahi. Dil mein guilt tha – yeh galat tha. Par maza itna tha ki dil nahi manta. Addiction shuru ho chuki thi.
Subah bijli aa gayi. Rahul ghar wapas aane wala tha. Sasur ji ne mujhe kitchen mein pakda aur dheere se kaha, "Kal jab Rahul so jayega, terrace pe aa jana. Aur ek baar aur teri jawani lootunga."
Main sharma gayi, lekin aankhon se haan keh di.
Ab har raat power cut ka wait karti hoon. Sasur ji ka lund ab meri zindagi ka hissa ban gaya hai. Par ek din Rahul ko shak ho gaya toh? Ya main pregnant ho gayi toh? Yeh raaz kitne din chhupa rahega?
(Abhi toh shuruaat hai...)
Rahul ke ghar lautne ke agle din subah se hi ghar mein ek alag sa tension tha. Main kitchen mein bed tea bana rahi thi – laal georgette saree pehni thi jo thodi transparent thi, subah ki roshni mein bra ki outline saaf dikh rahi thi. Sasur ji hall mein newspaper khol kar baithe the, lekin unki nazar baar baar mujhpe aa rahi thi. Jaise raat ka nasha abhi bhi unke sharir mein baaki ho.
Rahul bedroom se nikla, neend mein aankhen malte hue. “Good morning Papa… Arjun… sorry Arpita,” usne muskurate hue kaha. “Kal raat late aa gaya, neend poori nahi hui.”
Sasur ji ne newspaper se nazar uthayi, mujhe dekha, phir Rahul ko. “Beta, tu araam kar. Bahu ne chai banayi hai, le le.”
Main tray le kar aayi. Jab main Rahul ko cup dete hue jhuki, mera pallu thoda sark gaya. Sasur ji ki nazar seedhe mere cleavage pe thi. Unhone dheere se jeebh lips pe pheri – sirf main dekh sakti thi. Dil zor se dhadak utha. Yeh khatarnaak tha. Rahul ke saamne bhi woh mujhe aise dekh rahe the jaise main sirf unki hoon.
Din bhar normal routine chala – Rahul bank gaya, Priya college, main ghar sambhali. Sasur ji roz ki tarah park gaye, lekin wapas aate hi kitchen mein aa gaye jahan main lunch ke liye sabzi kaat rahi thi.
“Bahu…” unhone peeche se dheere se kaha, haath meri kamar pe rakha.
“Sasur ji… Rahul ghar pe hi hai… please,” maine whisper kiya, lekin sharir pehle se hi garam ho chuka tha.
“Woh so raha hai. Thodi der…” unhone meri kamar ko dabaya, aur peeche se mujhe apne se chipkaya. Unka lund pajama ke andar hard ho raha tha, meri gaand pe feel ho raha tha.
Main kaanp uthi. “Yeh bahut risky hai…”
“Risky hi toh maza hai, meri pyari bahu,” unhone mere kaan mein kaha aur gardan pe kiss kar diya. Unki daadi ragad rahi thi, woh purana Old Spice ka khushboo aur unke paseene ka mila jula smell… uffff… meri choot mein garmi daud gayi.
Unhone meri saree upar uthayi, petticoat ke andar haath daala. Panties ke upar se choot pe ungli ragdi. “Dekh… kitni geeli ho chuki hai tu. Bas do minute mein pani nikal aaya.”
Main moan rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi. “Aahhh… Sasur ji… bas… koi aa jayega…”
Unhone panty side kiya aur ek ungli andar daal di. Dheere dheere andar bahar. Meri saans tez. Chuche ubhar rahe the blouse ke andar. Unhone dusre haath se ek chuche dabaya.
Tabhi Rahul ki awaaz aayi bedroom se – “Arpita… pani hai?”
Main jhatke se peeche hati. Sasur ji ne haath nikaal liya, muskurate hue kitchen se nikal gaye jaise kuch hua hi nahi. Main jaldi se pallu theek kiya, haath dhoye, aur glass le kar Rahul ke paas gayi.
Shaam ko sab log terrace pe baithe the. Garmi ab bhi kam nahi hui thi. Bijli phir se chali gayi. Cooler band. Sab paseene se tar-batar.
Rahul bola, “Papa, aaj terrace pe hi so jaate hain na? Kamre mein toh bhatti jaisa hai.”
Sasur ji ne mujhe dekha aur muskuraye. “Theek hai beta. Bahu, tu charpai lagwa de.”
Raat ke 1 baje ke aaspaas sab so gaye. Rahul ki charpai door thi, Priya aur bhi door. Sasur ji ne apni charpai meri taraf thodi kheench li thi. Andhera tha, sirf door ki gali se aati halki roshni.
Main leti thi, dil dhadak raha tha. Sasur ji ne dheere se mera haath pakda. Unhone apna lund pajama ke bahar nikaal liya – hard, garam, topi pe thoda precum chamak raha tha.
“Bahu… chhu le…” unhone whisper kiya.
Main neeche haath kiya aur unka lund pakda. Kitna mota tha. Dheere dheere hilane lagi. Unki saans tez.
Phir unhone mujhe apni taraf kheencha. Meri saree upar ki, panty side ki aur apna lund meri choot pe ragda. Main kaanp uthi – “Sasur ji… Rahul itne paas…”
“Chup… bilkul awaaz mat karna,” unhone kaha aur dheere se andar ghusa diya.
Aaaahhhhh… maine muh pe haath rakha taaki moan na nikle. Woh dheere dheere dhakke mar rahe the – charpai hil rahi thi lekin halke halke. Har dhakke ke saath unka lund meri choot ke andar tak ja raha tha.
“Kitni tight… teri choot ab bhi nayi si lagti hai,” unhone kaan mein kaha.
Main chupke se moan kar rahi thi – “Uffff… Sasur ji… dheere… aahhh…”
Woh ruk gaye nahi. Position change kiya – mujhe side pe litaya, spooning style. Peeche se lund andar. Ek haath se mera chuche dabaye ja rahe the, dusre se clit pe ungli ghuma rahe the.
Main jhadne wali thi. “Aahhh… main… aa rahi hoon…”
Unhone mera muh pakad liya taaki awaaz na nikle. Meri choot se pani tapakne laga charpai pe. Phir unhone speed badhayi. “Le… mera maal le… andar hi…”
Aur phir garam garam cum meri choot mein bhar diya. Kitna tha… bahar tapakne laga meri taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Rahul ki saans regular thi – woh soya hua tha. Risk itna ki dil nikalne wala tha, lekin maza aur bhi zyada.
Subah uth kar main bathroom gayi. Jab main mirror mein khud ko dekhi – gardan pe chhote chhote red marks, chuche pe ungliyon ke nishaan. Aur choot mein unka cum abhi bhi feel ho raha tha. Guilt aaya – yeh galat tha. Bahut galat. Par jab socha ki kal raat phir se… dil nahi manta.
Do din baad Rahul ko phir tour pe jana pada – sirf 3 din ka. Sasur ji ne jaan bujh kar mujhe kitchen mein pakda.
“Bahu… aaj raat full enjoy karenge. Priya bhi friend ke yahan ja rahi hai. Ghar sirf hum dono.”
Main sharma gayi. “Sasur ji… itna openly?”
“Ab darne ki kya baat hai? Teri choot toh mera lund maang rahi hai har waqt,” unhone kaha aur mujhe kitchen counter pe jhuka diya.
Saree upar, panty neeche. Seedhe peeche se lund andar. Zor zor se dhakke. Kitchen mein chap chap awaaz. Meri chuche counter pe ragad rahe the.
“Aaaahhhh… Sasur ji… zor se… phaad do meri choot… aahhh…”
Unhone meri gaand pe thappad maara – zor ka. “Le… meri randi bahu… le poora…”
Main teen baar jhad gayi usi position mein. Phir unhone mujhe uthaya aur bedroom mein le gaye – Rahul ke bed pe.
Wahan unhone mujhe nanga kiya. Poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se lekar gardan tak. Meri clit ko tongue se tease kiya. Main tadap uthi – “Aaaahhhh… chaat lo… poori choot chaat lo… uffff…”
Unhone meri clit ko muh mein le kar chusa. Phir ungli andar daal kar G-spot pe pressure. Main phir se jhad gayi – is baar choot se fountain sa pani nikla.
Phir 69 position. Main unka lund chus rahi thi, woh meri choot chaat rahe the. Unka lund mere muh mein poora andar. Topi pe tongue ghuma rahi thi. Unhone meri gaand mein ungli daal di – pehli baar. Woh sensation… bilkul alag.
“Aahhh… Sasur ji… wahan bhi… uffff…”
Phir unhone mujhe bed pe litaya. Missionary mein andar daala. Zor zor se. Bed hil raha tha. Har dhakke ke saath “Le… le… teri choot mera hai… ab hamesha…”
Phir doggy. Meri gaand upar. Unhone gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke. “Kitni mast gaand hai teri… ek din yahan bhi daal dunga…”
Main soch bhi nahi sakti thi. Par excitement mein boli – “Jab marzi… aapki hoon main…”
Phir cowgirl. Main upar baith kar bounce kar rahi thi. Chuche upar neeche. Unhone nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheencha. Dard mein maza.
Reverse cowgirl mein jab main gaand dikha kar bounce kar rahi thi, unhone gaand ke ched pe ungli ragdi. “Soch raha hoon agle baar yahan daalun…”
Main jhad gayi soch kar hi.
Last mein unhone mujhe litaya aur zor zor se choda. “Le… mera maal andar… phir se creampie… tujhe pregnant kar dunga main…”
Aur phir poora maal meri choot mein bhar diya. Kitna garam, kitna zyada. Bahar tapak raha tha bed pe.
Hum dono pasine se tar. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Bahu… tu meri ho gayi hai poori tarah. Rahul tera pati hai, lekin tera yeh sharir mera.”
Main chup rahi. Dil mein guilt aur excitement dono. Par sach tha – ab main unke bina nahi reh sakti.
Teen din baad Rahul wapas aaya. Us raat sab normal tha. Par agle hafte mujhe period miss hua. Pehle toh socha stress hai. Phir doosra hafte bhi nahi aaya.
Main dar gayi. Sasur ji se baat ki kitchen mein.
“Sasur ji… mujhe lagta hai… main pregnant ho sakti hoon.”
Unki aankhon mein chamak aayi. “Sach?”
“Period miss ho gaye hain. Aur aapne… har baar andar…”
Unhone mujhe pakad kar kiss kiya. “Agar mera hai toh… main khush hoon. Tera baccha… mera bhi.”
Par dar bhi tha. Rahul ko kaise batayenge? Ya test karwayenge toh?
Ab har raat main sochti hoon – agar pregnant hui toh yeh raaz kaise chhupayenge? Rahul ko shak ho gaya toh? Ya Sasur ji khud accept kar lenge ki yeh unka hai?
Par ek baat sach hai – ab yeh rishta rukne wala nahi. Chahe jo ho jaye, meri choot ab sirf unke liye tadapti hai. Aur agle din jab Rahul office gaya, Sasur ji ne mujhe phir se apne kamre mein le gaye aur kaha…
“Chal, ek baar aur confirm kar lete hain… andar hi daal kar…”
Aur phir wohi shuruaat… dheere dheere… lekin is baar aur gehra… aur zyada khatarnak…
(Part 3 mein pregnancy test, Rahul ka shak, aur Sasur ji ke saath aur wild secret sessions – with new positions, riskier places, aur emotional breakdown.)
Ab yeh kahani khatam nahi hone wali. Yeh addiction hai. Yeh pyaar hai. Yeh gunah hai. Aur main is gunah ko chhod nahi pa rahi…
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(Emotional depth expanded: Har baar jab Sasur ji mujhe chhute hain, dil mein do awaazein hoti hain – ek kehti hai “yeh galat hai, tu bahu hai, ghar ki izzat hai”, dusri kehti hai “lekin yeh feeling kabhi Rahul ne nahi di… yeh tadap, yeh nasha, yeh poora sharir ka jhuk jana… yeh sab unke saath hi hai”. Jab woh creampie dete hain, woh garam maal andar bharte hain, toh ek pal ke liye lagta hai jaise main unki property hoon – sirf unki. Guilt baad mein aata hai, lekin us pal mein sirf maza hota hai.
Cultural layers: Lucknow ke yeh purane mohalle, galiyon mein raat ko stray dogs ki awaaz, terrace pe hawa ka jhonka jab hum chupke se karte hain, kitchen mein gas ka chulha jalate waqt unka peeche se hug – yeh sab ab meri zindagi ka hissa ban gaye hain. Priya kabhi kabhi shak karti hai kyunki main subah late uthti hoon, lekin main bolti hoon “garmi se neend nahi aati”. Rahul notice karta hai ki main zyada khush dikhti hoon, lekin woh sochta hai ki uski wajah se.
Aur smells – Sasur ji ka body oil wala smell jab woh mujhpe jhukte hain, meri choot ka geela aroma jab woh chaat te hain, unka cum ka taste jab main unka lund chusti hoon baad mein – yeh sab ek alag hi duniya bana dete hain.
Multiple orgasms ke baare mein – spooning mein pehla orgasm dheere dheere aata hai, clit rub karne se. Doggy mein doosra jab woh deep hit karte hain. Cowgirl mein teesra jab main control mein hoti hoon aur clit khud ragadti hoon unke pelvic bone pe. Har orgasm ke baad main unke upar gir padti hoon, woh mujhe pyar se chum
Meri shaadi ko ab sirf 8 mahine hue the. Rahul bank mein job karta hai, aur aksar tour pe rehta hai. Is baar summer vacation tha – May-June ki bhayanak garmi, temperature 44-45 degrees, aur bijli ka load-shedding har do ghante mein. Ghar mein sirf main, Sasur ji, aur Rahul ki chhoti behen Priya (jo college mein thi aur din bhar bahar rehti). Maa ji toh pehle hi guzar chuki thi.
Shuruaat bilkul masoom thi. Ek shaam, bijli chali gayi. Garmi itni thi ki paseena kapdon mein tapak raha tha. Main kitchen mein khana bana rahi thi – pink cotton saree pehni thi, jo paseene se bilkul chipak gayi thi. Blouse ka neck deep tha, aur pallu thoda sark gaya tha. Sasur ji hall mein kursi pe baithe the, newspaper padh rahe the, lekin unki nazar baar baar mujhpe aa rahi thi. Main mehsoos kar rahi thi.
"Arre bahu, itni garmi mein bhi itna kaam? Aa baith thodi der," unhone kaha, awaaz mein thodi si mithaas thi jo pehle kabhi nahi suni thi.
Main muskura di, "Bas Sasur ji, sabzi ban rahi hai. Rahul ko late hoga aaj."
Unhone newspaper neeche rakha aur mujhe dekha – aankhon mein kuch alag si chamak. "Beta, tu toh bilkul jawan ho gayi hai shaadi ke baad. Pehle se hi khoobsurat thi, ab toh aur bhi..."
Dil mein ek current sa dauda. Yeh compliment normal nahi tha. Main sharma gayi, pallu theek kiya, lekin unki nazar mere boobs pe thi jo paseene se geele ho kar ubhar rahe the.
Raat ko khana khane ke baad, bijli abhi bhi nahi aayi. Hum sab terrace pe so gaye. Priya apne kamre mein chali gayi – usko garmi mein bhi AC wala cooler chahiye tha jo hall mein laga tha. Terrace pe sirf main aur Sasur ji. Main ek taraf charpai pe let gayi, saree thodi upar kheench kar pair faila liye – garmi se tang aa chuki thi.
Adhi raat ke aaspaas, main palti. Meri saree ka pallu phisal gaya, aur pet ki nangi skin dikh rahi thi. Sasur ji ki charpai meri taraf thi. Unhone torch jalaya – bijli nahi thi na. Roshni meri kamar pe padi. Main jaag gayi.
"Sasur ji, aap soye nahi?" maine dheere se poocha.
"Bahu, neend nahi aa rahi. Garmi aur... kuch aur bhi," unhone kaha aur torch band kar diya.
Dil zor zor se dhadakne laga. Yeh galat tha. Woh mere sasur the. Rahul ke papa. Par unki awaaz mein woh tadap thi jo mujhe andar se hila rahi thi. Main chup rahi.
Phir dheere se unki charpai hil gayi. Woh uth kar meri taraf aaye. Main aankhen band kar li, jaise so rahi hoon. Unhone meri paas baith kar mera haath pakda.
"Arre bahu... tu itni sundar kyun hai?" unki saans garam thi mere kaan pe.
Main kaanp gayi. "Sasur ji... yeh galat hai," maine dheeme se kaha, lekin haath nahi chhudaya.
"Galat? Beta, zindagi mein kabhi kabhi sahi galat ka farak mita jata hai. Tera pati hamesha bahar rehta hai. Main akela hoon. Tu bhi akeli hai. Bas thodi si khushi..."
Unhone mera haath apne chest pe rakha. Unka dil bhi tez dhadak raha tha. Phir dheere se meri kamar pe haath rakha. Skin pe unke garam haathon ka touch... uffff... pehli baar kisi aur mard ka touch itna intense laga.
Main resist karna chahti thi. "Sasur ji, please... Rahul ko pata chal gaya toh?"
"Unko kabhi pata nahi chalega. Yeh hamara raaz rahega," unhone kaha aur mere gale pe kiss kar diya.
Aaaahhhh... woh pehla kiss. Unke honth garam, thode rough. Meri gardan pe unki daadi ragad rahi thi. Main moan karne lagi – "Uffff... Sasur ji..."
Woh ruk gaye nahi. Dheere dheere meri saree kholne lage. Pallu neeche gira. Blouse ke andar se chuche ubhar rahe the. Unhone blouse ke hooks khole. Bra mein mere nipples hard ho chuke the. Unhone bra upar kiya aur ek nipple muh mein le liya.
"Ooohhh... Sasur ji... aahhh... kitna acha lag raha hai," maine moan kiya.
Unhone dono chuche masalne shuru kiye. Zor zor se. Nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheench rahe the. Dard aur maza ek saath. Meri choot geeli ho chuki thi. Panties mein pani aa raha tha.
Phir unhone meri saree poori utar di. Petticoat bhi. Main sirf panty mein thi. Unhone panty ke upar se choot pe haath phera.
"Kitni geeli ho gayi hai tu, bahu. Teri choot toh tapak rahi hai mere liye," unhone kaha aur panty neeche ki.
Unhone apni ungli daali. Ek ungli, phir do. Choot ke andar andar bahar kar rahe the. Main tadap uthi – "Aaaahhh... ungli se nahi... aur kuch..."
Woh muskura diye. Apni pajama neeche kiya. Unka lund bahar aaya – mota, lamba, topi chamak rahi thi. 62 saal ke mard ka lund itna hard? Main hairan.
"Chus le bahu... apne sasur ji ke lund ko muh mein le," unhone kaha.
Main jhuk gayi. Lund ke topi pe kiss kiya. Phir muh mein liya. Garam, salty taste. Unhone mere baal pakad kar zor se muh mein dhakela. "Aahhh... achha chusti hai tu... Rahul ko bhi aise hi karti hai kya?"
Main chup rahi, bas chusti rahi. Lund poora geela ho gaya tha.
Phir unhone mujhe litaya. Missionary position. Lund ki topi choot pe ragdi. "Bahu... ab tujhe apna banaunga poori tarah se."
Ek jhatke mein andar. Aaaahhhhhh! Dard aur maza. "Zor se... Sasur ji... chod do mujhe... aahhh..."
Woh zor zor se dhakke marne lage. Bed nahi tha, charpai thi – har dhakke pe khat khat awaaz. Flesh slapping – chap chap chap.
"Kitni tight hai teri choot... bahu... meri bahu... ab sirf meri," woh moan kar rahe the.
Main unke neeche tadap rahi thi. Chuche hil rahe the. Unhone nipple ko phir se muh mein liya jab dhakke mar rahe the.
Phir position change. Doggy style. Meri gaand upar, woh peeche se. Lund andar bahar. Gaand pe thappad marte hue – "Le... le meri randi bahu..."
"Uffff... maar daalo... zor se... Sasur ji... aahhh..."
Main do baar jhad gayi. Choot se pani tapak raha tha charpai pe.
Phir cowgirl. Main unke upar baith gayi. Lund andar liya. Bounce karne lagi. Chuche upar neeche. Unhone chuche pakad kar masle.
"Kitna bada hai aapka lund... Sasur ji... meri choot phaad di aapne..."
Woh neeche se dhakke mar rahe the. "Le... le poora... teri choot mein mera maal daal dunga..."
Last mein reverse cowgirl. Meri gaand unki taraf. Woh gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke. Main zor se moan kar rahi thi – "Aaaahhhh... andar hi daalo... creampie do mujhe..."
Aur phir... unka lund phadka. Garam garam maal meri choot mein bhar diya. Aaaahhhhh... kitna zyada tha. Bahar tapakne laga.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Main unke seene pe let gayi. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. "Bahu... yeh hamara raaz hai. Kal raat phir se..."
Main chup rahi. Dil mein guilt tha – yeh galat tha. Par maza itna tha ki dil nahi manta. Addiction shuru ho chuki thi.
Subah bijli aa gayi. Rahul ghar wapas aane wala tha. Sasur ji ne mujhe kitchen mein pakda aur dheere se kaha, "Kal jab Rahul so jayega, terrace pe aa jana. Aur ek baar aur teri jawani lootunga."
Main sharma gayi, lekin aankhon se haan keh di.
Ab har raat power cut ka wait karti hoon. Sasur ji ka lund ab meri zindagi ka hissa ban gaya hai. Par ek din Rahul ko shak ho gaya toh? Ya main pregnant ho gayi toh? Yeh raaz kitne din chhupa rahega?
(Abhi toh shuruaat hai...)
Rahul ke ghar lautne ke agle din subah se hi ghar mein ek alag sa tension tha. Main kitchen mein bed tea bana rahi thi – laal georgette saree pehni thi jo thodi transparent thi, subah ki roshni mein bra ki outline saaf dikh rahi thi. Sasur ji hall mein newspaper khol kar baithe the, lekin unki nazar baar baar mujhpe aa rahi thi. Jaise raat ka nasha abhi bhi unke sharir mein baaki ho.
Rahul bedroom se nikla, neend mein aankhen malte hue. “Good morning Papa… Arjun… sorry Arpita,” usne muskurate hue kaha. “Kal raat late aa gaya, neend poori nahi hui.”
Sasur ji ne newspaper se nazar uthayi, mujhe dekha, phir Rahul ko. “Beta, tu araam kar. Bahu ne chai banayi hai, le le.”
Main tray le kar aayi. Jab main Rahul ko cup dete hue jhuki, mera pallu thoda sark gaya. Sasur ji ki nazar seedhe mere cleavage pe thi. Unhone dheere se jeebh lips pe pheri – sirf main dekh sakti thi. Dil zor se dhadak utha. Yeh khatarnaak tha. Rahul ke saamne bhi woh mujhe aise dekh rahe the jaise main sirf unki hoon.
Din bhar normal routine chala – Rahul bank gaya, Priya college, main ghar sambhali. Sasur ji roz ki tarah park gaye, lekin wapas aate hi kitchen mein aa gaye jahan main lunch ke liye sabzi kaat rahi thi.
“Bahu…” unhone peeche se dheere se kaha, haath meri kamar pe rakha.
“Sasur ji… Rahul ghar pe hi hai… please,” maine whisper kiya, lekin sharir pehle se hi garam ho chuka tha.
“Woh so raha hai. Thodi der…” unhone meri kamar ko dabaya, aur peeche se mujhe apne se chipkaya. Unka lund pajama ke andar hard ho raha tha, meri gaand pe feel ho raha tha.
Main kaanp uthi. “Yeh bahut risky hai…”
“Risky hi toh maza hai, meri pyari bahu,” unhone mere kaan mein kaha aur gardan pe kiss kar diya. Unki daadi ragad rahi thi, woh purana Old Spice ka khushboo aur unke paseene ka mila jula smell… uffff… meri choot mein garmi daud gayi.
Unhone meri saree upar uthayi, petticoat ke andar haath daala. Panties ke upar se choot pe ungli ragdi. “Dekh… kitni geeli ho chuki hai tu. Bas do minute mein pani nikal aaya.”
Main moan rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi. “Aahhh… Sasur ji… bas… koi aa jayega…”
Unhone panty side kiya aur ek ungli andar daal di. Dheere dheere andar bahar. Meri saans tez. Chuche ubhar rahe the blouse ke andar. Unhone dusre haath se ek chuche dabaya.
Tabhi Rahul ki awaaz aayi bedroom se – “Arpita… pani hai?”
Main jhatke se peeche hati. Sasur ji ne haath nikaal liya, muskurate hue kitchen se nikal gaye jaise kuch hua hi nahi. Main jaldi se pallu theek kiya, haath dhoye, aur glass le kar Rahul ke paas gayi.
Shaam ko sab log terrace pe baithe the. Garmi ab bhi kam nahi hui thi. Bijli phir se chali gayi. Cooler band. Sab paseene se tar-batar.
Rahul bola, “Papa, aaj terrace pe hi so jaate hain na? Kamre mein toh bhatti jaisa hai.”
Sasur ji ne mujhe dekha aur muskuraye. “Theek hai beta. Bahu, tu charpai lagwa de.”
Raat ke 1 baje ke aaspaas sab so gaye. Rahul ki charpai door thi, Priya aur bhi door. Sasur ji ne apni charpai meri taraf thodi kheench li thi. Andhera tha, sirf door ki gali se aati halki roshni.
Main leti thi, dil dhadak raha tha. Sasur ji ne dheere se mera haath pakda. Unhone apna lund pajama ke bahar nikaal liya – hard, garam, topi pe thoda precum chamak raha tha.
“Bahu… chhu le…” unhone whisper kiya.
Main neeche haath kiya aur unka lund pakda. Kitna mota tha. Dheere dheere hilane lagi. Unki saans tez.
Phir unhone mujhe apni taraf kheencha. Meri saree upar ki, panty side ki aur apna lund meri choot pe ragda. Main kaanp uthi – “Sasur ji… Rahul itne paas…”
“Chup… bilkul awaaz mat karna,” unhone kaha aur dheere se andar ghusa diya.
Aaaahhhhh… maine muh pe haath rakha taaki moan na nikle. Woh dheere dheere dhakke mar rahe the – charpai hil rahi thi lekin halke halke. Har dhakke ke saath unka lund meri choot ke andar tak ja raha tha.
“Kitni tight… teri choot ab bhi nayi si lagti hai,” unhone kaan mein kaha.
Main chupke se moan kar rahi thi – “Uffff… Sasur ji… dheere… aahhh…”
Woh ruk gaye nahi. Position change kiya – mujhe side pe litaya, spooning style. Peeche se lund andar. Ek haath se mera chuche dabaye ja rahe the, dusre se clit pe ungli ghuma rahe the.
Main jhadne wali thi. “Aahhh… main… aa rahi hoon…”
Unhone mera muh pakad liya taaki awaaz na nikle. Meri choot se pani tapakne laga charpai pe. Phir unhone speed badhayi. “Le… mera maal le… andar hi…”
Aur phir garam garam cum meri choot mein bhar diya. Kitna tha… bahar tapakne laga meri taango pe.
Hum dono haanf rahe the. Rahul ki saans regular thi – woh soya hua tha. Risk itna ki dil nikalne wala tha, lekin maza aur bhi zyada.
Subah uth kar main bathroom gayi. Jab main mirror mein khud ko dekhi – gardan pe chhote chhote red marks, chuche pe ungliyon ke nishaan. Aur choot mein unka cum abhi bhi feel ho raha tha. Guilt aaya – yeh galat tha. Bahut galat. Par jab socha ki kal raat phir se… dil nahi manta.
Do din baad Rahul ko phir tour pe jana pada – sirf 3 din ka. Sasur ji ne jaan bujh kar mujhe kitchen mein pakda.
“Bahu… aaj raat full enjoy karenge. Priya bhi friend ke yahan ja rahi hai. Ghar sirf hum dono.”
Main sharma gayi. “Sasur ji… itna openly?”
“Ab darne ki kya baat hai? Teri choot toh mera lund maang rahi hai har waqt,” unhone kaha aur mujhe kitchen counter pe jhuka diya.
Saree upar, panty neeche. Seedhe peeche se lund andar. Zor zor se dhakke. Kitchen mein chap chap awaaz. Meri chuche counter pe ragad rahe the.
“Aaaahhhh… Sasur ji… zor se… phaad do meri choot… aahhh…”
Unhone meri gaand pe thappad maara – zor ka. “Le… meri randi bahu… le poora…”
Main teen baar jhad gayi usi position mein. Phir unhone mujhe uthaya aur bedroom mein le gaye – Rahul ke bed pe.
Wahan unhone mujhe nanga kiya. Poora sharir kiss kiya – pairon se lekar gardan tak. Meri clit ko tongue se tease kiya. Main tadap uthi – “Aaaahhhh… chaat lo… poori choot chaat lo… uffff…”
Unhone meri clit ko muh mein le kar chusa. Phir ungli andar daal kar G-spot pe pressure. Main phir se jhad gayi – is baar choot se fountain sa pani nikla.
Phir 69 position. Main unka lund chus rahi thi, woh meri choot chaat rahe the. Unka lund mere muh mein poora andar. Topi pe tongue ghuma rahi thi. Unhone meri gaand mein ungli daal di – pehli baar. Woh sensation… bilkul alag.
“Aahhh… Sasur ji… wahan bhi… uffff…”
Phir unhone mujhe bed pe litaya. Missionary mein andar daala. Zor zor se. Bed hil raha tha. Har dhakke ke saath “Le… le… teri choot mera hai… ab hamesha…”
Phir doggy. Meri gaand upar. Unhone gaand pe thappad marte hue dhakke. “Kitni mast gaand hai teri… ek din yahan bhi daal dunga…”
Main soch bhi nahi sakti thi. Par excitement mein boli – “Jab marzi… aapki hoon main…”
Phir cowgirl. Main upar baith kar bounce kar rahi thi. Chuche upar neeche. Unhone nipple ko daant se pakad kar kheencha. Dard mein maza.
Reverse cowgirl mein jab main gaand dikha kar bounce kar rahi thi, unhone gaand ke ched pe ungli ragdi. “Soch raha hoon agle baar yahan daalun…”
Main jhad gayi soch kar hi.
Last mein unhone mujhe litaya aur zor zor se choda. “Le… mera maal andar… phir se creampie… tujhe pregnant kar dunga main…”
Aur phir poora maal meri choot mein bhar diya. Kitna garam, kitna zyada. Bahar tapak raha tha bed pe.
Hum dono pasine se tar. Unhone mujhe gale lagaya. “Bahu… tu meri ho gayi hai poori tarah. Rahul tera pati hai, lekin tera yeh sharir mera.”
Main chup rahi. Dil mein guilt aur excitement dono. Par sach tha – ab main unke bina nahi reh sakti.
Teen din baad Rahul wapas aaya. Us raat sab normal tha. Par agle hafte mujhe period miss hua. Pehle toh socha stress hai. Phir doosra hafte bhi nahi aaya.
Main dar gayi. Sasur ji se baat ki kitchen mein.
“Sasur ji… mujhe lagta hai… main pregnant ho sakti hoon.”
Unki aankhon mein chamak aayi. “Sach?”
“Period miss ho gaye hain. Aur aapne… har baar andar…”
Unhone mujhe pakad kar kiss kiya. “Agar mera hai toh… main khush hoon. Tera baccha… mera bhi.”
Par dar bhi tha. Rahul ko kaise batayenge? Ya test karwayenge toh?
Ab har raat main sochti hoon – agar pregnant hui toh yeh raaz kaise chhupayenge? Rahul ko shak ho gaya toh? Ya Sasur ji khud accept kar lenge ki yeh unka hai?
Par ek baat sach hai – ab yeh rishta rukne wala nahi. Chahe jo ho jaye, meri choot ab sirf unke liye tadapti hai. Aur agle din jab Rahul office gaya, Sasur ji ne mujhe phir se apne kamre mein le gaye aur kaha…
“Chal, ek baar aur confirm kar lete hain… andar hi daal kar…”
Aur phir wohi shuruaat… dheere dheere… lekin is baar aur gehra… aur zyada khatarnak…
(Part 3 mein pregnancy test, Rahul ka shak, aur Sasur ji ke saath aur wild secret sessions – with new positions, riskier places, aur emotional breakdown.)
Ab yeh kahani khatam nahi hone wali. Yeh addiction hai. Yeh pyaar hai. Yeh gunah hai. Aur main is gunah ko chhod nahi pa rahi…
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(Emotional depth expanded: Har baar jab Sasur ji mujhe chhute hain, dil mein do awaazein hoti hain – ek kehti hai “yeh galat hai, tu bahu hai, ghar ki izzat hai”, dusri kehti hai “lekin yeh feeling kabhi Rahul ne nahi di… yeh tadap, yeh nasha, yeh poora sharir ka jhuk jana… yeh sab unke saath hi hai”. Jab woh creampie dete hain, woh garam maal andar bharte hain, toh ek pal ke liye lagta hai jaise main unki property hoon – sirf unki. Guilt baad mein aata hai, lekin us pal mein sirf maza hota hai.
Cultural layers: Lucknow ke yeh purane mohalle, galiyon mein raat ko stray dogs ki awaaz, terrace pe hawa ka jhonka jab hum chupke se karte hain, kitchen mein gas ka chulha jalate waqt unka peeche se hug – yeh sab ab meri zindagi ka hissa ban gaye hain. Priya kabhi kabhi shak karti hai kyunki main subah late uthti hoon, lekin main bolti hoon “garmi se neend nahi aati”. Rahul notice karta hai ki main zyada khush dikhti hoon, lekin woh sochta hai ki uski wajah se.
Aur smells – Sasur ji ka body oil wala smell jab woh mujhpe jhukte hain, meri choot ka geela aroma jab woh chaat te hain, unka cum ka taste jab main unka lund chusti hoon baad mein – yeh sab ek alag hi duniya bana dete hain.
Multiple orgasms ke baare mein – spooning mein pehla orgasm dheere dheere aata hai, clit rub karne se. Doggy mein doosra jab woh deep hit karte hain. Cowgirl mein teesra jab main control mein hoti hoon aur clit khud ragadti hoon unke pelvic bone pe. Har orgasm ke baad main unke upar gir padti hoon, woh mujhe pyar se chum