Aaj humari 10th wedding anniversary thi. Mere pati Rajeev (40) ne bahut bada plan kiya tha. South Delhi ke sabse bade bungalow mein evening party aur uske pehle ek high-end cinematic photoshoot. Woh mujhe apni “trophy wife” ke roop mein sabko dikhana chahta tha.Main Anika, 34 saal ki hoon — fair, curvy, 36D-30-38 figure. Aaj maine heavy maroon silk saree pehni thi jo meri kamar ko bahut tight pakad rahi thi aur backless blouse jo almost puri peeth expose kar raha tha.Rajeev ne Amaan ko hire kiya tha — 25 saal ka young photographer. Jab Amaan andar aaya, mera dil zor se dhak se reh gaya. Woh lambe kad ka, lean aur vascular body wala tha. Black shirt aur jeans mein woh bahut confident aur dominant lag raha tha. Rajeev uske saamne bilkul soft aur chhota feel ho raha tha.
Rajeev mujhe pose karwa raha tha lekin har baar galti kar deta tha. Amaan ne finally camera neeche kiya aur politely bola,
“Sir, aap frame se bahar aa jaiye. Chemistry nahi ban pa rahi hai. Main Ma’am ke solo shots le leta hoon.”Rajeev turant maan gaya, “Haan haan, bilkul. You’re the expert Amaan!”Ab sirf main aur Amaan the. Woh mere bahut close aaya. Usne apna haath meri kamar pe rakha aur dheere se squeeze kiya.“Ma’am, sar thoda side mein. Chin up… aur meri aankhon mein dekho,” uski awaaz low aur commanding thi.Jab woh mujhe pose adjust kar raha tha, uski rough ungliyan meri nangi kamar pe ghum rahi thi. Meri saans tez ho gayi. Woh mere kaan ke paas muh le aaya aur whisper kiya,
“Relax Anika… aap bahut tight ho. Main aapko sahi se handle kar lunga.”Main kaanp rahi thi. Rajeev 10 feet door khada tha aur bol raha tha, “Wow Amaan! Bahut zabardast shots aa rahe hain!”Amaan muskuraya aur mujhe dekhte hue bola, “Sir, aapki biwi bahut hot hai… bahut potential hai isme.”
Shoot khatam hone ke baad Rajeev ne kaha, “Amaan, tu apna gear pack kar le. Main neeche caterers ko dekh ke aata hoon.” Aur woh chala gaya.Ab sirf hum dono master bedroom mein the.Main vanity mirror ke saamne khadi thi, apne heavy earrings nikaal rahi thi. Mere haath kaanp rahe the. Amaan ne apna camera bag zip kiya aur seedha mere peeche aa khada hua.Mirror mein uski nazar meri nazar se mili. Woh ek bhi shabd nahi bola. Usne apna ek haath aage badhaya aur meri gardan ko firmly pakad liya — zabardasti nahi, bas control mein.Meri saans ruk gayi.“Dekha tune poore shoot mein?” usne dheere se meri gardan pe bolte hue kaha, “Teri aankhein mujhse nahi hat rahi thi. Tere pati ko kuch samajh nahi aaya… woh bewakoof khada taaliyan baja raha tha jab main teri chut geeli kar raha tha camera ke through.”Meri awaaz kaanp rahi thi, “Amaan… yeh galat hai… mera pati neeche intezaar kar raha hai…”Usne mujhe mirror se chipka liya. Uske hard body ka ehsaas mujhe ho raha tha. Usne dusra haath meri saree ki petticoat ke andar daal diya aur meri gaand ko zor se pakad liya.“Galat tab hota jab tu mujhe rokti Anika. Par tu toh geeli ho rahi hai na?” usne mere kaan mein kaha aur meri saree ke pallu ko side kar diya.Main dheere se boli, “Please… party shuru hone wali hai… log intezaar kar rahe honge…”Amaan ne meri gardan pe kiss kiya, phir kaat liya.
“Party toh neeche hai… par asli celebration toh yahan hai. 10 saal se tere pati tujhe sahi se chod nahi pa raha hoga… aaj main tujhe dikhaunga asli mard kaisa hota hai.”Usne mujhe ghuma diya. Ab hum saamne-saamne the. Usne meri chin pakdi aur bola,
“Ghutno pe baith ja Anika. Apne pati ki 10th anniversary pe mujhe muh se khush kar. Dikha mujhe ki kitni badi randi ban sakti hai tu.”Main kaanp rahi thi.
“Amaan… main aisi aurat nahi hoon… please…”Usne meri blouse ke hooks kholne shuru kar diye aur bola,
“Jhooth mat bol. Poora shoot mein teri chut tapak rahi thi jab main tujhe touch kar raha tha. Ab jhuk aur mera lund muh mein le. Warna main neeche jaakar tere pati ko bata dunga ki uski biwi kitni desperate hai.”Meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si excitement bhi thi. Main dheere-dheere ghutno pe baith gayi.Amaan ne apni zip kholi aur apna mota, hard lund bahar nikala.
“Ab choos… aur achhe se. Apne pati ke liye nahi… apne liye.”Main ne aankhein band karke uska lund muh mein liya. Amaan ne mera sir pakda aur dheere se muh chodne laga.“Bahut achhi… teri shaadi-shuda muh bahut tight hai… Rajeev sahab ko pata hai ki unki biwi itni talented hai kya?”Usne mujhe uthaya, bed pe dhakel diya aur meri saree upar kar di.
“Aaj teri anniversary hai Anika… main tujhe aisa chodunga ki tu hamesha yaad rakhegi.”
Amaan ne mujhe bed pe dhakel diya. Meri heavy maroon silk saree upar tak phail gayi thi. Meri backless blouse already khuli hui thi aur dono choochiyan bahar aane ko beqaraar thi.Woh mere upar chadh gaya. Uska solid, muscular body mere soft curvy badan pe dab raha tha. Usne meri chin pakdi aur seedha aankhon mein dekhte hue bola,“Anika… 10 saal se tere pati tujhe rani bana ke rakha hai na? Aaj main tujhe randi banaunga.”Main saans chadhte hue boli,
“Amaan please… jaldi karo… Rajeev neeche wait kar raha hoga. Party shuru hone wali hai.”Usne zor se haske meri ek choochi ko zor se dabaya aur nipple ko pinch kiya.
“Party? Abhi toh asli party yahan hai Bhabhi ji. Tere pati neeche caterers ko daant raha hoga aur main upar uski biwi ko chodne wala hoon.”Usne meri saree ka pallu ek taraf phenka aur petticoat ka nada khol diya. Meri matching maroon panty already wet ho chuki thi. Amaan ne uspe haath ferte hue muskuraya,“Arre waah… dekho kitni geeli ho gayi hai madam. Poore shoot mein camera ke saamne control kar rahi thi aur ab yahan tapak rahi hai.”Maine sharm se aankhein band kar li aur dheere se boli,
“Aisa mat bolo… mujhe bahut sharam aa rahi hai…”Amaan ne meri panty side ki aur apni do ungliyan seedha andar daal di. Main zor se siskari bhar uthi — “Aaaahhh!”“Sharam? Ab sharam kyun aa rahi hai Anika?” usne ungliyan andar-bahar karte hue bola. “Jab main tujhe pose de raha tha tab toh tu meri aankhon mein dekhti ja rahi thi jaise chodne ko bol rahi ho.”Usne apni ungliyan tez ki aur mera clit ragadne laga. Meri taange kaanp rahi thi. Main khud ko rok nahi pa rahi thi.“Amaan… please… aur mat tease karo… Rajeev aa jayega…”Usne meri taang failai aur apna mota, rock-hard lund meri chut pe ragadne laga. Sirf rub kar raha tha, andar nahi daal raha tha.“Bol na Anika… bol ki tu kya chahti hai,” usne mera muh chumte hue kaha.Main toot-te hue boli,
“…Mujhe chahiye… andar daal do…”Amaan ne zor se thappad maara meri gaand pe aur gusse se bola,
“Poori baat bol randi! Apne pati ke naam ke saath bol!”Meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the lekin sharir mein aag lagi hui thi. Main ne halki si awaaz mein kaha,“Rajeev ke saamne mujhe mat chhodo… please mujhe chod do Amaan… main teri hoon aaj… meri chut mein apna lund daal do…”Amaan ne ek hi zor daar dhakke mein pura lund andar pel diya. Main zor se chillayi — “Aaaahhh fuckkk!!”Woh ruk nahi. Zor-zor se dhakke marne laga. Har dhakke ke saath bed hil raha tha aur meri choochiyan upar-neeche ho rahi thi.“Kitni tight hai teri chut Anika… 10 saal mein tere pati ne sahi se chod hi nahi hoga tujhe,” usne hans-te hue kaha aur speed badha di.Main moan kar rahi thi, “Aaaahh… dheere… bahut mota hai… phat jayegi…”Amaan ne meri taange apne shoulders pe rakh di aur aur gehraai tak chodne laga. Uske balls meri gaand pe takra rahe the. Room mein “thap-thap-thap” ki awaaz goonj rahi thi.Usne meri gardan pakdi aur mere muh mein kiss karte hue bola,
“Bol… kaun behtar chod raha hai? Main ya tera fattu pati Rajeev?”Main bilkul toot chuki thi. Maine ro-ro ke jawab diya,
“Tu… tu behtar chod raha hai Amaan… bahut gehraai tak ja raha hai… Rajeev kabhi aisa nahi chodta… aaaahhh!”Amaan khush ho gaya. Usne mujhe doggy style mein ghuma diya, meri saree ko kamar pe lapet diya aur peeche se zor-zor se pounding karne laga. Meri gaand pe thappad pad rahe the.“Jor se bol Anika… aaj teri anniversary hai… bol ki tu ab se meri personal slut hai!”Main bed pe muh chhupa ke chillayi,
“Haan… main teri slut hoon Amaan… jab bhi tu bolega main aa jaungi… please andar hi maal bhar do…”Amaan ne meri kamar pakdi aur last ke bahut tez dhakke maare. Aakhir mein usne zor se dhakka diya aur meri chut ke andar garam-garam maal bhar diya.Dono thak kar bed pe let gaye. Usne meri saree thik ki aur mere lips pe kiss kiya.“Ab ja neeche… apne pati ke saath anniversary celebrate kar. Par yaad rakh… ab asli mard tera lund main hoon.”Main uthi, apna makeup thik kiya, saree set ki aur neeche party mein jaane lagi. Meri taange abhi bhi kaanp rahi thi aur chut se uska maal tapak raha tha.