Adultery Clandestine Affair:Meri Patni Mere Baap Ki Deewani

[Shetan]

Are nahi bro har kisi ka likhne ka style alag alag hota hai aur ye mera likhne ka style hai.
Abhi to kahani ki shuruaat hai kahani jaise Jaise agee badhegi aur bhi erotic, suspence hota jayega

Tabhi to story banti hai. Sirf sex padhne me kaha maza aata hai.

 

[Itsmenik]

Mast update. Erotic writing. Lekhak Mahoday, eagerly waiting for next update

 

[Jani oy]

Wah kmaal bhai jan .good story

 

[malikarman]

**Chapter 10: Deadly Poison **

Dusri baar jab maine Rita ke liye scene set kiya, toh yeh koi sasur-bahu ki garam kahani nahi thi, balki un auraton ke asli jazbaat thi jo is tarah ke rishte mein thi. Aur haan, woh saare jazbaat positive hai, bhai! Main chahta tha ki in auraton ke khayalat dheere-dheere Rita ke dimaag mein ghus jaye, uske andar woh khayalat bo doon. Yeh mera make-or-break move tha.

So, agle din shaam ko jab main kaam se ghar aaya, Rita darwaze pe meri chappal leke khadi nahi thi jaise har baar hoti hai. Bas Pitaji living room mein Raj ke saath TV ke saamne chillin’ kar rahe the. Main bedroom ki taraf dekha—darwaza band tha. Aam taur pe jab main ghar aata hoon, toh ventilation ke liye woh khula rehta hai. Yeh kya chakkar hai? Briefcase haath mein liye khada tha, tab Pitaji ne mudke bola, "Itni jaldi aa gaya?"

"Rita kahan hai?" maine unse kuch aur bolne se pehle pooch liya. Shayad hamari awaaz se woh chaunk gayi, kyuki bedroom ka darwaza khulne ki awaaz aayi aur Rita jaldi se bahar nikli. Chappal uthayi, mera briefcase liya, aur sharmaate hue boli, "Internet pe atak gayi thi, time ka pata hi nahi chala, honey." Lekin uska chehra laal tha, aur aankhein milane mein usse dikkat ho rahi thi. Rita ko mera aane ka time bhool jana aur bedroom mein darwaza lock karna? Aaj kuch toh bada hua tha, par samajh nahi aa raha tha ki yeh achcha hai ya bura.

Raat ko, jab Rita so gayi, maine recording check ki. Usne apna computer khola, aur jab naya pop-up window dikha, uska chehra thoda ajeeb sa ho gaya. Yeh sasur-bahu ke rishton ke articles kyun pop up ho rahe hai? Tab mujhe khayal aaya—mujhe control karna padega ki yeh articles kitni baar dikhayi dete hai. Har roz agar yeh aise hi aate rahe, toh baat pakki ho jayegi, shak padega. Maine apne aap ko thappad maara ki yeh galti time pe pakad li. Video aage dekha—Rita stories pe click karne lagi, badi focus thi, kabhi shock hui, kabhi bhaunkus si ho gayi. Par overall, usko maza aa raha tha. Woh baar-baar living room mein Pitaji ki taraf dekh rahi thi, jaise curiosity badh rahi ho. Shayad woh un auraton ke experiences se connect karne lagi thi.

Shayad content thoda kam tha. Jab woh sab dekh chuki, toh webpage pe idhar-udhar click karne lagi, par sab kuch dekh liya tha usne. Thodi unsatisfied si dikhi. Jab usko laga ki aur kuch nahi bacha, toh bhaari dil se page band kar diya. Chair pe peeche let gayi, aankhein band karke sochne lagi, par uski chhati upar-neeche ho rahi thi—saaf tha ki woh shant nahi thi. Kuch minute chup rehne ke baad, usne phir Pitaji ki taraf dekha. Is baar curiosity ke saath thodi si chudai ki pyaas bhi thi uski aankhon mein, jaise billi machhli ko taad rahi ho. Mujhe pata tha woh thodi si hil chuki thi, par yeh josh abhi uske kaabu mein nahi aaya tha.

Is point pe Rita ne peeche mudke bedroom ka darwaza dheere se band kiya, aur chupke se lock kar diya. Kaampte haathon se usne computer ka browser khola. Recording mein saaf dikha ki Rita ne search bar mein "sasur-bahu chudai" type kiya, uska badan aur haath poore time kaamp rahe the. Search engine mein resources ki bharmaar thi, aur kitna bhi dekhti, khatam nahi ho raha tha. Rita ko khud se sasur-bahu chudai ki info dhundte dekh, mujhe yakin ho gaya ki mera plan ka pehla step hit ho gaya tha. Rita ko sasur-bahu ke gande rishte mein thodi si dilchaspi ho gayi thi, bhale hi abhi yeh zyada strong nahi thi. Mujhe bharosa tha ki yeh dilchaspi time ke saath badhegi aur woh ismein aur gehra doobegi.

Rita dheere-dheere search engine pe sasur-bahu chudai ki info browse kar rahi thi, apna bada sa chhati ek haath se dabaye hue, jo halke-halke upar-neeche ho rahi thi. Info ka bhandaar tha wahan—aur toh aur, tasveeron wali images bhi thi. Is dauraan maine notice kiya ki Rita ko jawan ladkiyon ki mulayam chamdi aur buddhe aadmiyon ki khurduri khaal wali tasveeron mein zyada maza aa raha tha. Woh un pics pe sabse zyada time ruk rahi thi.

Rita itni doobi hui thi ki usko time ka hosh hi nahi raha, bas computer pe garam hoti info pe dhyan tha. Hairani ki baat—Rita aur mera yeh shauk ek jaisa nikla! Mujhe kabhi nahi laga tha ki Rita ko bhi mere jaisa yeh chaska hoga. Apna josh dabaate hue, mujhe realize hua ki mera plan kitna sahi tha. Main us din ka intezaar nahi kar pa raha tha jab Rita aur Pitaji ko chudai karte dekhunga.

Jab main finally ghar mein ghusa, Rita abhi bhi sasur-bahu chudai ki info dekh rahi thi, apne dono haathon se apne garam hote badan ko sehla rahi thi, uska chehra masti mein dooba hua tha. Jab usne mujhe aur Pitaji ko baat karte suna, tab jaake woh apne sapnon se jaagi, jaldi se woh web pages band kiye, apni thodi si bikhri nightgown aur baal theek kiye, aur darwaza kholke bahar aayi.

Yeh recording dekhne ke baad, maine Rita ki taraf dekha jo chandni mein so rahi thi—sohni aur pyari lag rahi thi. Lekin yeh sohni aur pyari Rita mere diye hue dheeme "zeher" se poori tarah chud chuki thi. Woh "zeher" uske jism aur dimag ko thoda-thoda kha raha tha. Jaise-jaise yeh zeher aur gehra hota jayega, ek din Rita iske aage haar maan legi.

Maine nazar computer pe ghumayi aur browsing history check ki. Rita ko computer ke bare mein zyada kuch nahi pata tha, bas internet chalana aata tha—usko kya maloom ki woh jo pages dekhti hai, woh browser mein save ho jate hai. Jab maine uski kuch ghanton pehle ki browsing dekhi, toh dher saare cases dikhe—jawaan biwiyon ke, jinke pati kaam mein busy rehne ki wajah se unki chudai ki pyaas adhuri rehti thi, aur woh apne buddhe sasuron ke saath chudai kar baithti thi. Yeh toh bas woh cases the jo duniya ko pata chale; na jane kitne aur sasur-bahu chudai ke kisse chhupe hue hai!

Rita ki browsing history se saaf tha ki usko woh real-life articles aur jawaan-buddhon ke beech ki gandi tasveeron mein bada maza aa raha tha. Rita practical banda thi.

Insaan apne aap ko kabhi poora nahi samajh sakta, aur apne saare shauk bhi nahi dhoondh sakta. Jab ek din achanak kuch naya aur garam milta hai, tab pata chalta hai ki ismein kitni dilchaspi hai—yeh woh shauk hai jo pehle kabhi notice nahi hua. Yeh insaan ki chhupi hui dimagi baat hai. Apne is chhupe hue pehlu ko dhoondh ke, maine Rita ke bhi waisa hi chhupa hua chaska dhoondh diya. Mujhe pata tha ki maine Rita ke andar ka ek kone mein sakh laga di thi aur usko dheere-dheere zeher de diya tha. Ab bas time ki baat thi. Jab tak main Rita pe nazar rakhoonga aur usko is "zeher" ka "ilaaj" nahi lene doonga, woh din apne aap aa jayega jab woh iske aage jhuk jayegi.

Nice update
Hot pics bhi add kijiye

 

[shikhasingh5362]

Tabhi to story banti hai. Sirf sex padhne me kaha maza aata hai.

Can you tell the ai where we can give a face from our side and then generate images

 

[Shetan]

Can you tell the ai where we can give a face from our side and then generate images

I do not know These are taken from Surrey Pix Instagram

 

[Emprox_18]

**Chapter 11: Drunkenness**

Agli kuch dinon mein, jab bhi Rita kaam se wapas aati, usko ghar saaf karne ka bilkul man nahi hota tha. Bas ek jaldi si jhaadu laga deti, fir seedha computer pe lag jaati—articles padhne aur tasveerein dekhne mein. Maine notice kiya ki woh saasur (pitaji) aur bahu ke rishton ke bare mein, aur alag-alag generation ke bare mein articles mein khoob dhyan dene lagi thi. Jab main chupke se dekha ki woh pitaji ko kaise ghoor rahi thi, toh usme ek naya sa, ajeeb sa vibe tha—jaise thodi si choot ki khujli jag rahi ho. Pitaji, jo pehle uske liye bas ek buddha aadmi the, ab ek jawan, mardana lund wale aadmi lag rahe the, aur Rita ka dil unpe thodi si chudai ki ichcha jaga raha tha.
Cyber police ki tight internet control ki wajah se, main Rita ke computer pe kuch khas videos nahi dikha paa raha tha. Agar articles aur tasveeron ke saath videos bhi add kar pata, toh yeh brainwash ka khel aur jaldi ho jata. Ab Rita din bhar saasur-bahu aur generation gap ke bare mein info dhundti rehti hai, aur jo web pages maine uske liye set kiye the, unme ab uski dilchaspi kam ho gayi thi. Par sach kahu, yeh achcha sign tha—woh ab khud se yeh sab cheezein dhundne lagi thi aur us disha mein badh rahi thi jo main chahta tha.

Do hafte baad, Rita ko ek forum mila aur woh saasur-bahu wale section mein khoob dhyan dene lagi. Woh lagbhag roz us forum pe jati, auraton ki baatein aur feelings padhti, aur ek din usne membership bhi le li. Ek baar video mein dekha ki Rita ne ek nayi social media ID banayi aur saasur-bahu ke incest wale group mein join kar liya. Yeh groups sirf auraton ke liye hote hain, aur join karne ke liye video verification chahiye hota hai. Verification ke baad, woh group chats sunne lagi, par abhi tak bas chupke se sunti thi, kuch bolti nahi thi.

Ek din woh ek article mein itni kho gayi ki usko bhool hi gaya ki main ghar kab aata hu, aur main almost shak karne wala tha. Toh usne apne phone pe alarm set kiya. Ghar aane se das minute pehle alarm baja, aur woh internet ke nashe se baahar aati, saare tabs band karti, social media se log out karti, aur login records bhi delete kar deti. Yeh dekh ke main khush hua ki maine video monitoring devices laga rakhe the. Warna mujhe Rita ke yeh changes pata hi nahi chalte, aur yeh harkatein, jo maine kabhi sochi bhi nahi thi, kabhi dikhayi na deti. Koi biwi apne pati ko apna yeh doosra roop nahi dikhana chahti.

Halaanki Rita saasur-bahu ke is gande rishte mein dhyan de rahi thi, iska matlab yeh nahi tha ki woh pitaji ke saath chudai ke liye taiyaar thi. Fantasy aur reality mein bada gaand ka farak hota hai, aur yeh sochna ki plan bas is wajah se khatam ho gaya, bilkul galat hai. Abhi lamba safar baaki tha.

Is waqt, plan achcha chal raha tha, par ek stalemate sa aa gaya tha. Pitaji aur Rita dono ek doosre mein thodi si gaand mein khujli feel kar rahe the, par dono apni choot aur lund ki ichcha chhupa rahe the aur dikhane ki himmat nahi kar rahe the. Ab aage kya karu? Yeh mujhe confuse karne laga tha. Dheere-dheere Father’s Day aa gaya. Doosre gharo ke liye yeh holiday shayad badi baat na ho, par mere ghar ke liye yeh khaas tha kyunki meri maa guzar chuki thi, aur ab sirf pitaji the. Meri saari baap-beti ki bhavna pitaji pe thi. Jab se maa gayi, har Father’s Day ko main pitaji ke liye khoob kuch karta. Is baar bhi kuch alag nahi tha. Rita ne khoob saare pakwaan banaye, aur maine kaam se chhutti li taaki jaldi ghar aa saku.

Dinner table pe, pitaji aur main daaru ke glass chadha rahe the aur khoob maza kar rahe the. Rita ne ek chhota glass wine piya, par uske baad ruk gayi taaki hum dono ke nashe mein uska khayal rakh sake. Khana khatam hone ke baad, woh bas apne haath pe sir rakh ke humein daaru peete dekh rahi thi. Pitaji aur main har baat pe baat kar rahe the—bachpan ki masti, purane ghar ke raaz, aur pitaji ne ghar ke liye kitni mehnat ki thi. Thodi der baad baat gehri ho gayi, aur achanak maa ka zikr aa gaya. Shayad daaru ka nasha tha, par pitaji aur main dono emotional ho gaye, aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. Rita, jo paas baithi thi, uski bhi aankhein bhar aayi. Woh ek zabardast biwi thi aur usse bhi badiya bahu. Main kaam mein busy rehta tha, toh Rita pitaji ke saath zyada waqt bitati, unka khayal rakhti. Meri taraf se bhi usne khoob seva ki, aur mujhe apne tight-knit family pe garv tha. Raat ke end tak, pitaji aur main khoob pi chuke the. Main daaru achcha handle kar leta hu, par mujhe bhi chakkar sa aa raha tha, aur pitaji toh bilkul behosh ho chuke the. Halaanki main thoda nashe mein tha, mera dimaag abhi bhi tez tha. Meri ek baat hai—kitna bhi pi lu, agle din mujhe sab yaad rehta hai.

Rita aur maine pitaji ko unke bedroom tak pahunchaya. Unko bistar pe lita ke, maine unke kapde utarne shuru kiye jabki Rita table saaf karne aur bartan dhone chali gayi. Daaru ki wajah se meri ungliyan thodi ladkhada rahi thi, aur pitaji ke bahar ke kapde utarne mein mehnat lagi. Pitaji gaon ke aadmi the, unki aadat thi dher saare kapde pehenne ki, hum shehar walon ki tarah bas underwear pe nahi sote. Unko loose underwear tak utaar ke, woh lagbhag nange ho gaye. Daaru pine ke baad mardon ka lund thoda khada ho jata hai, aur pitaji bhi isme peeche nahi the. Unka neeche ka hissa already khada tha, aur main unke lund ke size dekh ke hairaan tha. Pehle sirf videos mein dekha tha, par nazdeek se yeh sach mein bada tha.

Jab main pitaji ko pajamas aur boxers pehnaane wala tha, mujhe ek ganda idea aaya. Pichli baar jab Rita nashe mein thi, usne galti se pitaji ko apni chuchi aur chootad dikhaye, jisse pitaji ka lund khada ho gaya tha. Toh is baar kyun na ulta kiya jaye? Yeh soch ke, maine pitaji ko peeth ke bal lita diya aur unko chadar se nahi dhaka. Woh itne nashe mein the ki agar thappad bhi maru, toh nahi uthte. Maine dheere se pitaji ka khada lund unke underwear se baahar nikala aur latka diya. Pitaji kanjoos aadmi the, lagta tha yeh underwear saalon se pehen rahe the—bilkul dheela aur phata hua tha. Agar woh uth bhi gaye aur apna lund baahar dekha, toh sochenge ki sote waqt khud hi nikal gaya, toh mujhe kisi ke shak ka dar nahi tha.

Scene set karne ke baad, main nashe ka drama karke apne bedroom mein ghus gaya. Rita jaldi se mujhe sahara dene aayi. Bedroom mein jaate hi, usne thodi si pyar bhari shikayat ki. Pitaji ke kamre se nikalte waqt, main jaan bujh ke apna phone wahi chhod aaya. Bisttar pe let ke, maine aankhein band ki aur haath idhar-udhar chalaya, fir chillaya, “Mera phone kahan hai? Rita, mera phone dhund do…”
“Oh, thik hai honey, tujhe yaad hai tune kahan rakha?” Maine sone ka natak kiya, aur mujhe do-teen baar bulane ke baad jawab na milne pe Rita ne sir hila ke haath chhod diya. Soch ke ki main daaru mein dhoob gaya, woh living room mein dhundne lagi. Achanak usko yaad aaya ki jab hum pitaji ko kamre mein le gaye the, tab mera phone mere paas tha. Usne living room mein dhundna chhoda aur pitaji ke kamre ki taraf badhi. Maine suna jab usne pitaji ka darwaza khola, uske kadam andar gaye, aur us waqt bistar pe let ke meri muththi nervousness se band ho gayi.

 

[Premkumar65]

Introduction ​

Mera naam Sameer hai. Tees saal ka hoon, aur meri zindagi mein ek mazedaar, khubsurat aur sexy biwi hai, jiska figure dekh kar sabka dil dhadakta hai, aur ek pyaara sa parivaar bhi. Lekin meri sabse badi saza yeh hai ki ek car accident ki wajah se meri kidney kharab ho gayi, aur ab mera lund khada hi nahi hota. Meri jawaan, hot aur chudakkad biwi ke saath hone ke bawajood, mera lund bilkul bekaar hai.

Meri maa bachpan mein hi guzar gayi, aur mera dil ka achha, mazboot baap ghar pe mere bacchon ko sambhalta hai.

Maine har tarah ke ilaaj try kiye apna lund thik karne ke liye, par kuch kaam nahi aaya. Ek din internet pe ghoomte hue mujhe ek adult kahani mili – sasur aur bahu ke bich ki chudai ki – aur pata nahi kyun, woh padhte hi mera lund khada ho gaya.

Apni soti hui biwi ke bagal mein let kar, maine uski tasveer ko us kahani ki bahu ke roop mein sochna shuru kiya, aur mera lund itna tight ho gaya ki kya bataun.

Aur toh aur, maine jab apni biwi ko mere baap ke saath imagine kiya aur apne haath se muth maari, toh mujhe usmein usse chudne se bhi zyada maza aaya. Ab samajh aaya ki maine galti se ek aisa raaz khol diya hai, jisse ab wapas mudna namumkin hai.

Nice start.

 

[Premkumar65]

**Chapter 01 - Recollection**

Mera naam hai Sameer Sharma, umar 30 saal, aur meri ek mast sexy biwi hai, Rita Yadav, aur ek pyaara sa 3 saal ka beta. Bas ek dukh hai ki meri maa jab main 26 ka tha tab mar gayi, aur mujhe aur mere 50 saal ke baap ko akela chhod gayi.

Maa ke marne ke ek saal baad, maine apni college ki 7 saal ki girlfriend Rita Yadav se shaadi kar li. Shaadi ke ek saal baad, humara beta Raj Sharma paida hua, aur ghar mein khushi aur masti bhar di.

Maa ke jaane ke baad, main apne ab 54 saal ke baap ki chinta mein laga raha. Lekin mujhe kya pata tha ki yeh sab ek gandi kahani ka shuruaat ban jayega.

Mera baap, Ramlal Sharma, ek sidha-sada kisaan hai. Gaon mein paida hua, wahi ka khetibari ka kaam karta tha. Jab main college mein tha, toh woh season khatam hone ke baad shehar aata tha aur mazdoori karke meri padhai ka kharcha uthata tha. Bahut mehnati aur simple aadmi hai woh. Saalon ki mehnat ki wajah se uska badan ekdum tagda hai, aur rang thoda kaala hai. Rita aur meri shaadi ke baad, humne Nightfall City mein ek flat khareeda. Baap ko bhi gaon se yahan le aaya taaki uska khayal rakha ja sake. Aur waise bhi, hum dono kaam mein busy rehte hain, toh baap humare bacche ki dekhbhaal mein madad karta tha.

Meri biwi Ritameri college ki saathi thi. Main economics aur trade mein tha, aur woh arts mein, fashion design padhti thi kyunki uski shakal aur figure mast thi. 5.7 foot lambi, badi-badi aankhein, rasile hoth, aur 34D ke bade-bade chuchi, sab uski sundarta ko chaar chaand laga dete the. Woh university ki etiquette team mein bhi thi.

Humari mulakaat ek fresher-senior mixer event mein hui. Main ek solo performance de raha tha, aur student council president ne bola ki agar beech mein koi ladki mere saath naache toh maza aayega. Usne meri ab ki biwi Rita ko mera dance partner banaya. Rita etiquette team mein thi aur arts department ki thi, toh sundar hone ke saath-saath naachna bhi jaanti thi. Bas, mixer se pehle aadhe mahine tak hum rehearsal room mein milte rahe, aur dheere-dheere ek doosre ke kareeb aaye. Hume pata chala ki humare bahut se shauq aur pasand ek jaise hain.

Ek saal baad ek shaam, maine usko school ke playground pe apne dil ki baat boli, aur usne haan kar di. Graduation se lekar naukri tak, hum saath rahe. Mulakaat se shaadi tak 7 saal saath bitaye. Rita bahut sundar hai, lekin shant aur sadi si ladki hai. Relationship mein hum sirf kissing tak hi gaye the. Shaadi ki raat ko hi pehli baar uski choot ka maza liya.

Main ab ek bade supermarket ka operations manager hoon, aur Rita ek clothing company mein designer hai. Uska kaam thoda flexible hai, lekin mera time bilkul pagalpan wala hai, overtime karna padta hai. Ghar aata hoon toh Rita kab ki chhutti pe hoti hai. Ek faida yeh hai ki uske haath ka mast khana khaane ko milta hai.

Rita aur meri chudai ki zindagi bhi thik-thak chalti thi, hafte mein ek-do baar, har baar 10 minute tak lund choot mein ghusata tha. Rita shant aur conservative hai, lekin chudai mein thodi khuli hui hai. Jab woh apni naachti kamar hila-hila ke mere lund pe chadhkar uchalti hai, toh raha nahi jaata. Uski awaaz meethi hai, toh uske siskiyon ka shor ekdum jannat ka gaana lagta hai, aur jaldi jhad jaata hoon.

Lekin yeh khushi zyada din nahi chali. Raj ke paida hone ke ek saal baad, ek raat 3 baje bathroom gaya toh pet ke neeche dard utha. Hospital pahuncha toh pata chala kidney mein pathri hai aur hydronephrosis bhi. Pathri badi thi, operation se dard gaya, lekin shock wave therapy se kidney ko chot lagi, aur peshaab mein khoon aane laga.

Dawaiyon ke sahaare theek hua, lekin theek hone ke baad chudai mein dil nahi lagta tha. Rita ke saath lund khada karne ki koshish karta, lekin 2-3 minute mein hi dheela pad jaata. Rita mujhe tasalli deti ki bimaari aur kaam ke pressure ki wajah se hai, aaram karo. Lekin kabhi raat ko utha toh dekha woh chupke se apni choot mein ungli daal ke maza le rahi thi. Tab samajh aaya ki main ab uski choot ki pyaas nahi bujha sakta.

Din guzarte gaye, aur 6 mahine ho gaye Rita ke saath thik se chudai kiye. Khud ko josh dilane ke liye online gandi kahaniyaan padhne laga. Bahut tarah ki kahaniyaan thi, lekin ek din jab incest aur cuckold wali kahani padhi, toh lund ekdum garam ho gaya aur ruk nahi paaya. Mujhe kabhi nahi pata tha ki meri gand itni gandi hai.

Ek din Sasur aur bahu ki chudai ki kahani padhi, aur dil dhadak gaya. Usme likha tha ki pati aur bahu ne plan banaya ki biwi baap ke lund ka khayal rakhe, aur dheere-dheere baap aur bahu mein chudai shuru ho gayi. Yeh padh ke mera lund khada ho gaya, pehle se bhi zyada tight. Bathroom mein phone leke muth maari, bahut saara maal nikla aur maza aaya.

Jhadne ke baad bistar pe leta, so rahi Rita ko dekha, aur socha agar woh kahani ki bahu hoti aur agle kamre mein sota mere pitaji Ramlal Sasur hota. Kahani ke scene yaad karke dekha toh abhi jhada hua lund phir khada ho gaya. Aam taur pe 2 ghante chahiye hote hain, lekin abhi toh 30 minute bhi nahi hue the. Raha nahi gaya, phir bathroom gaya aur muth maari, bahut sukoon mila.

Bistar pe wapas aaya toh dimaag ghoom gaya. Main is tarah ke scene mein itna kyun pagal ho raha hoon? Kya main sach mein ganda hoon? Agle kuch din kaam pe dhyan lagaya, lekin raat ko Rita aur Pitaji ki chudai ke khayal aate aur bathroom mein muth maarne jata. Yeh bhi lagne laga ki unki chudai soch ke muth maarna, Rita ke saath chudai se zyada maza deta hai. Samajh gaya ki maine galti se ek ganda dabba khol diya hai, aur ab wapas nahi ja sakta.

Woww wonderful beginning.

 

[Premkumar65]

**Chapter 02 : Descision**

Us din se, jab bhi main kaam karne ki koshish karta hoon, mera dimaag idhar-udhar bhatakta hai. Woh pagal article baar-baar yaad aata hai—sasur aur bahu ke beech chudai ka scene. Jab Rita office se ghar aati hai, toh dil mein khayal aata hai ki agar woh aur pitaji office mein akele hote, toh kya hota? Dil mein ek Junoon sa chadh gaya hai. Kya sach mein aisa ho sakta hai jaise article mein tha?

Nah, bhenchod, bilkul nahi. Us kahani mein patni apni pati ko manata hai, aur uske haan bolne ke baad hi woh sasur ko choot dikhane lagti hai. Mere liye toh yeh pehla step hi impossible hai. Matlab, yeh bas ek novel hai na? Agar main abhi Rita se kahu ki Apni sasur ko choot dikhao, toh woh ya toh mujhe gaaliyan degi ya seedha pagal khane bhej degi.

Ek raat main ghar aaya, pitaji humare bete raj ke saath khel rahe the. Table pe khana rakha tha, aur Rita apne nightgown mein safai kar rahi thi. Pitaji humare saath rehta hai, par Rita hamesha bade conservative kapde pehenti hai, garmi mein bhi.

Par aaj, safai ke chakkar mein, Rita baar-baar jhuk rahi thi—sofa aur TV cabinet ke neeche jhaadu laga rahi thi. Uska nightgown conservative tha, par thodi si neckline dheeli thi. Har baar jab woh jhukti, mujhe uski chuchi aur gehri cleavage dikh jaati. Uski chuchi toh bharpoor hai, ekdum mast.

Adult novels ke scenes yaad karke, main pitaji ko dekhne laga ki kya woh Rita ki chuchi ko ghoorega. Par khaate-khaate dekha toh pitaji ne sirf ek baar galti se dekha. Fir turant peeth kar li aur raj ke saath khelta raha, mudke bhi nahi dekha.Kahani se bilkul alag, par samajh aata hai. Pitaji ek sidha-sada kisaan hai, purane khayalat ka. Uske liye bahu beti jaisi hoti hai. Koi baap apni beti ki chuchi ko nahi taadta, toh sasur aur bahu ka toh sawal hi nahi. Jab usne Rita ki chuchi dekhi, toh bina soche nazar hata li. Purane log aise hi hote hai. Agar galti se bhi dekhta, toh shayad guilt se mar jata.

Bhenchod, sar dard karne laga. Rita conservative hai, woh kabhi nahi manegi, aur pitaji bhi waisa hi hai. Logic bhi hai—meri naukri ki wajah se mujhe neend mein bhi call aate hai, toh main halka sota hoon. Thodi si awaaz se uth jata hoon.

Us raat, bed thoda hila toh main jaag gaya. Chand ki roshni mein dekha, Rita chupke se apni choot sehla rahi thi. Apna neechla honth daant se daba rakha tha, ek haath chuchi pe, doosra choot mein chal raha tha. Aankhein band thi, par thodi der baad ruk gayi aur ek lambi saans li—shayad uski choot ko mazaa nahi mila.

Main aankhein meech ke Rita ko dekha jab usne meri taraf mudke mera chehra chhua. Kitna pyar se. Hum dono mein kabhi badi ladai nahi hoti, chhoti-chhoti baatein hoti hai jo agle din bhool jaate hai. Humara rishta hamesha solid raha hai, pyar se bhara hua.

Rita mujhe dekhti rahi, uska sundar chehra sharma raha tha. Main samajh gaya woh kitni bhaavuk hai. Main uski choot ki pyaas nahi mita sakta, aur khud sehlaane se bhi uski choot shant nahi hoti. Agar woh mujhse itna pyar na karti, toh shayad apni choot ki bhookh ke chakkar mein chudai ke liye kisi aur ke lund ke paas chali jati. Par mera pyar usse rokta hai, woh kabhi dhoka nahi degi.

Aaj Rita 30 ki ho gayi, jab choot ki bhookh peak pe hoti hai. Main uski zaroorat samajhta hoon. Apne lund ka haal bura hai. Jab woh so gayi, maine uske chehre pe halka sa chuma diya.

Ek aur weekend, aur finally overtime nahi! Ek din aaram se guzar sakta hai. Pitaji couch pe raj ke saath khel rahe the, aur Rita kitchen mein khana bana rahi hai. Aaj rare family day hai, toh woh khane mein full josh laga rahi hai. Aur main? Main is mauke ka fayda utha ke ghar ke kaam kar raha hoon—jhaadu, pocha, kooda nikalna.

Humara bedroom saaf karke main pitaji ke kamre mein gaya. Rita aur main dono kaam mein busy rehte hai, toh ghar ke kaam ke liye time hi nahi milta.

Pitaji apna kamra aur living room sambhalte hai, hum dono apna kamra. Shayad pitaji ko humare bedroom mein aana ajeeb lagta hai, toh woh kabhi saaf nahi karte. Aaj thoda free time mila, toh maine pitaji ke kamra aur living room dono saaf karne ka socha.

Pitaji ke kamre mein farsh saaf kar raha tha jab bed ke paas ek chhota sa nishaan dikha. Ek sookha hua drop tha, safed jaise anda ka safed hissa, koi smell nahi. Dil zor se dhadka. Kya yeh...?

Tabhi nazar padi pitaji ke bedside table ke neeche rakhe kachre ke dabbe pe, jo tissue se bhara tha. Dheere se tissue nikale aur khole—andar ek chipchipi cheez thi, anda ke safed jaisi, par usme mardo wali wahi khushboo. Koi shak nahi—yeh lund ka paani tha.

Kya yeh Rita aur pitaji ki chudai ka saboot hai? Nah, bhenchod, bilkul nahi. Ghar mein sab normal hai. Tissue ki sookhi halat se lagta hai yeh kal raat ka hai. Rita raat bhar mere saath thi, agar woh chupke se uthi hoti, toh mujhe pata chal jata.

Ek hi jawab hai—pitaji ne bed pe baith ke apna lund hilaya hoga, aur kuch boonde farsh pe gir gayi. Baaki ko tissue se saaf karke kachre mein fenk diya. Agar main farsh pe nishaan na dekhta aur kachra na check karta, toh pata hi nahi chalta ki pitaji raat ko lund hila rahe the. Use shayad nahi pata ki thodi boonde gir gayi.

Pitaji 54 ka hai, par usko choot ki bhookh abhi bhi hai. Mom ke guzre chaar saal ho gaye, toh woh apne lund ko khud shant karta hoga. Sochke thodi si taras aayi. Usne mujhe pala, bada kiya, aur ab apni biwi ke bina apne lund ka khud dhyan rakhna padta hai. Main uske liye sab kuch de sakta hoon, par chudai ka sukh nahi.

Rita ki choot pyaasi hai, woh khud sehlaati hai, aur pitaji bhi wahi hal mein hai. Dono kitne perfect match hai—ek doosre ki choot aur lund ki pyaas kyun nahi mita dete? Sochta hoon toh lagta hai ghar mein asli outsider main hoon.

Par agar yeh Rita ki choot ki zaroorat aur pitaji ke lund ke sukh ka solution hai, toh meri sundar, pyari biwi ko us sidhe-sade, mazboot pitaji ke saath dekhne ka khayal dil mein ajeeb si thrill jagata hai. Par yeh kaise karu?

Raha nahi gaya, maine faisla kar liya ki chahe jo ho, Rita aur pitaji ko ek doosre ke kareeb launga. Ek pati hone ke naate, main apni biwi aur sasur ke beech chudai ka dalal banunga.

Wowww now action starts.