Mumbai ke Bandra West mein ek luxurious high-rise building ke 18th floor pe Sanjana Mehra ka sea-facing apartment tha. 38 saal ki Sanjana bahut hi elegant aur attractive thi — fair skin, sharp features, maintained figure aur naturally bhari hui body. Uska pati Rohan ek big businessman tha jo mahine mein 20 din se zyada abroad rehta tha. Ghar mein unki 19 saal ki step-daughter Kiara bhi rehti thi jo college karti thi.Main Aarav, 28 saal ka certified personal yoga trainer. Sanjana ne mujhe mahine bhar pehle hire kiya tha apni fitness aur flexibility ke liye. Roz subah 7:30 baje main unke ghar aata tha.Pehle 10-12 din bilkul professional the. Sanjana mujhe “Aarav” kehte hue strict aur sophisticated rehne ki koshish karti thi. Lekin dheere dheere cheezein badalne lagi.Ek din woh grey coloured tight yoga pants aur black sports bra mein thi. Jab woh “Downward Facing Dog” pose mein gayi, uski gaand bahut hi seductive shape mein upar ki taraf ubhar aayi. Main uske peeche khada tha aur control karne ki puri koshish kar raha tha.“Ma’am, aapke hips thoda aur upar kijiye,” maine kaha aur apna haath uski kamar pe rakha.Sanjana ka badan thoda sa kaanp gaya. Usne turant pose break kiya aur khadi ho gayi.“Aarav, mujhe Ma’am mat bulao. Sirf Sanjana,” usne thodi si strict awaaz mein kaha, lekin uski aankhon mein kuch aur tha.“Sorry Sanjana,” maine muskurate hue kaha.Us din se main usko sirf Sanjana bulane laga. Har session mein main uske body ko touch karne ka bahana banata. Kabhi uski lower back pe haath rakh kar correction karta, kabhi inner thighs ko stretch karte waqt ungliyan thodi der zyada rok deta. Woh pehle hichkichati thi, lekin dheere dheere habit ho rahi thi.Ek hafte baad ek subah session ke dauran maine usko “Bridge Pose” karaya. Jab woh upar uthi, uske boobs sports bra ke andar bahut hi ubhar kar dikh rahe the aur uski neck pe paseena chamak raha tha.Main uske bilkul paas khade hokar bola,
“Sanjana, aapki breathing bahut tight ho rahi hai. Relax karo.”Main ne uske pet pe haath rakh kar dheere se pressure diya. Uske honthon se halki si saans nikal gayi. Uski aankhein band ho gayi thi.Us din session khatam hone ke baad woh paani peene ke liye kitchen gayi. Main bhi peeche gaya. Jab woh fridge se bottle nikaal rahi thi, maine uske peeche khade hokar uski kamar pe haath rakh diya.Sanjana freeze ho gayi.“Aarav… yeh kya kar rahe ho?” usne halki si kaanpti awaaz mein poocha.Main ne uske kaan ke paas muh le jaakar dheere se bola,
“Sanjana… tum khud jaanti ho main kya kar raha hoon. Roz tum mujhe tease karti ho apni is tight body se. Downward dog mein apni gaand hilati ho… bridge pose mein apne boobs ubhar ke dikhaati ho. Ab main control nahi kar pa raha.”Sanjana ne mujhe dhakelne ki koshish ki lekin zor nahi tha usme.“Aarav please… main married hoon. Mera pati hai… yeh galat hai.”Lekin uski awaaz mein conviction nahi tha. Main ne usko dheere se wall se laga diya aur uske sports bra ke upar se uske boobs ko dabana shuru kar diya.“Maaf karna Sanjana… lekin tumhari yeh bhaari choochiyan aur moti gaand dekh kar mera lund roz khada ho jata hai.”Sanjana ki saans tez ho gayi thi. Usne aankhein band kar li aur dheere se boli,
“Aarav… please… koi dekh lega… Kiara ghar pe hai…”Main ne uske neck pe naram kiss kiya aur uske yoga pants ke upar se uski gaand ko zor se pakad liya.“Kiara college gayi hai. Aur agar woh bhi aa gayi toh kya? Tu toh pehle hi geeli ho chuki hai meri raand.”Sanjana ne mujhe ghoora, “Aisa mat bolo… main aisi nahi hoon.”Lekin main ne uski yoga pants ka elastic pakad kar neeche ki taraf khinch diya. Uski gori, smooth gaand bahar aa gayi. Main ne uske peeche se uski chut pe apna hard lund ragadna shuru kar diya.Sanjana kaam se toot rahi thi. Usne apna muh apne haath se dhak liya aur halki siskari ke saath boli,
“Aarav… yeh mat kar… please… main control nahi kar pa rahi…”Main ne uske kaan mein gandi awaaz mein kaha,
“Ab bol Sanjana… tu kya hai? Bol ki tu meri kutiya hai… meri personal ghodi… bahen ki lodi jo apne young trainer se chudwana chahti hai.”Sanjana ro rahi thi lekin uski gaand khud hi peeche ki taraf hil rahi thi. Usne halki si tooti hui awaaz mein kaha,“Haan… main teri kutiya hoon Aarav… teri raand… bahen ki lodi… jo roz yoga ke bahane tujhse chudwana chahti thi…”Main ne uski yoga pants ko ghutno tak neeche kiya aur apna lund uski geeli chut pe set kiya. Sanjana zor se kaanp rahi thi.Tabhi living room ka darwaza khula.Kiara wapas aa gayi thi.Woh bag haath mein liye darwaze par khadi hum dono ko dekh rahi thi — uski stepmom wall ke sahare khadi thi, uski yoga pants ghutno tak neeche thi aur main uske peeche khada uski gaand pakde hue tha.
Kiara darwaze par khadi thi, uska bag haath se chhoot kar zameen pe gir gaya. Uski aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi thi.Sanjana ne jhatke se mujhe dhakel diya aur apni yoga pants upar karne ki koshish ki, lekin uske haath itne kaanp rahe the ki woh sahi se upar nahi ho pa rahi thi.“Kiara… beta… yeh… yeh aisa nahi hai…” Sanjana ki awaaz toot rahi thi. Uska chehra laal ho chuka tha, aankhon mein aansu aa gaye the. “Tum… tum college nahi gayi thi?”Kiara andar aayi aur door dheere se band kar diya. Usne pehle mujhe ghoora, phir apni stepmom ko.“Mom… yeh kya chal raha tha? Tum… trainer ke saath? Aur yeh position…”Sanjana zameen pe baith gayi, apne chehre ko haathon mein chhupa kar ro padi.
“Kiara… please mujhe maaf kar do beta… main bahut buri aurat ban gayi hoon. Yeh galti ho gayi… main nahi chahti thi… yeh sab…”Main ne situation ko sambhalne ke liye aage badha. Maine apna lund andar kar liya aur dheere se bola,“Kiara, suno. Tumhari mom bahut akeli feel karti thi. Tumhare dad hamesha bahar rehte hain. Jo ho raha tha… woh dono ki marzi se tha.”Kiara chup thi. Usne Sanjana ko dekha jo abhi bhi ro rahi thi.Main ne Kiara ke paas jaakar uske shoulder pe haath rakh diya aur soft awaaz mein bola,
“Kiara… tum bhi bahut smart aur hot ho. Agar tum chaaho toh hum teeno mil kar yeh raaz rakh sakte hain. Koi kuch nahi jaanega. Tum bhi enjoy kar sakti ho.”Sanjana ne turant sar uthaya aur gusse se boli,
“Aarav! Chup ho jao! Kiara meri beti hai… tum kya bol rahe ho? Yeh sab galat hai!”Lekin Kiara kuch soch rahi thi. Usne dheere se poocha,
“Mom… aap sach mein itna maza le rahi thi? Main ne aapki awaaz suni thi… aap moan kar rahi thi.”Sanjana aur zyada sharm se laal ho gayi. Usne kuch nahi bola, sirf roti rahi.Main ne mauka dekhte hue Kiara ko apne paas khinch liya aur uske lips pe ek naram kiss kar diya. Pehle Kiara ne resist kiya, lekin maine uske lips ko choosta raha. 15-20 seconds baad woh dheere dheere respond karne lagi.Sanjana ne yeh dekh kar shocked ho kar chillayi,
“Kiara! Kya kar rahi ho tum? Yeh galat hai beta… please mat karo…”Main ne Sanjana ki taraf dekha aur dominant awaaz mein bola,
“Sanjana… ab chup ho ja. Teri beti bhi enjoy karna chahti hai. Aaj se tum dono meri ho. Agar nahi maani toh main sab kuch Rohan sir ko bata dunga — photos bhi le rakhe hain maine.”Sanjana toot chuki thi. Usne aansu pochte hue sirf dekha.Main ne dono ko living room ke carpet pe baitha diya. Sanjana abhi bhi yoga pants mein thi aur Kiara college uniform (shirt aur skirt) mein.“Aaj se tum dono meri personal randiya ho,” maine unke saamne khade hokar bola. “Sanjana… apni step-daughter ko sikhao ki mera lund kaise choosa jata hai.”Sanjana ne sar hilaya aur ro-ro ke kaha,
“Aarav… please… meri beti ke saamne mat…”Main ne uske baal pakde aur uska muh apne lund ke paas kiya.
“Chup kar meri kutiya. Apni beti ko dikha ki tu kitni badi raand hai.”Sanjana ne aansu bahate hue mera lund muh mein liya. Kiara usko dekh rahi thi. Kuch der baad maine Kiara ko bhi bulaya. Ab dono maa-beti mere lund ko alternate choos rahi thi.“Haan… bahut achha… dono mil ke chooso meri chinaal aur kutiya,” maine unke sar pe haath ferte hue kaha.Sanjana ab puri tarah toot chuki thi. Usne Kiara ko dekha aur halki si awaaz mein boli,
“Kiara… beta… hum bahut galat kar rahe hain…”Lekin Kiara ab fully involved ho chuki thi. Usne mera lund chooste hue bola,
“Mom… aap bhi toh enjoy kar rahi thi… ab hum dono saath mein karte hain.”Main ne dono ko uthaya aur couch pe litaya. Sanjana ko maine ghodi banaya aur Kiara ko uske saamne baitha diya. Main Sanjana ko peeche se chod raha tha aur Kiara uske boobs chus rahi thi.“Le meri ghodi… le meri bahen ki lodi… ab teri beti bhi teri tarah meri randi ban gayi hai,” maine zor-zor se dhakke marte hue kaha.Sanjana sirf moan aur rone ke beech boli,
“Aarav… tumne hum dono ko barbaad kar diya… main teri kutiya hoon… teri raand hoon…”