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Hamari Jaagne Wali Ichchayein

Hum Ravi aur Kalyani hain, Chennai se ek shaadi-shuda joda, apne chhote do-bedroom wale flat mein ek sadharan zindagi jee rahe hain. Main Ravi hoon, 40 saal ka, ek private firm mein engineer, gym se thoda fit body wala, aur dimag mein hamesha thodi masaledar baatein ghumti rehti hain. Meri biwi Kalyani 36 saal ki hai, ek wafadar gharwali jiski khoobsurati jahaan bhi jaaye, logon ke sar ghooma deti hai. Uski woh classic Indian jaadu hai—gori chamdi jaise taaza cream ki tarah chamakti hai, lambe ghane kaale baal peeth par girte hue uske makhan jaise mote gaand ke cheeks ke neeche tak pahunchte hain, jo har kadam par hilte hue laalach dete hain uske 38-inch ke hips ke saath. Uski figure perfect 36-30-38 hai: bhare hue, bhari 36D stan, jin par kaale nipples hain jo base par gulaabi ho jaate hain, aur areolas par halke mulayam baal jo uski natural sexiness badhaate hain. Uski flat nabhi uske mulayam pet par ek laalach bhari gaddhi hai, jo neeche halke kaale baalon ki patri se judti hai uski baalon wali chut par—ghane kaale ghunghrale baalon ka jangal jo mote, ubhre hue honthon ko gherte hain aur ek bada, ubhra hua bhagankur jo thodi si uttejana par phool jaata hai. Kalyani ka pehenne ka style halka sa laalach bhara hai: woh low-hip saree pehenti hai jo nabhi aur happy trail ko dikhaati hai, saath mein low-cut blouse, aksar bra ke bina, jisse nipples semi-transparent kapde se ubhar kar dikhte hain. Hum 15 saal se shaadi-shuda hain, aur shuruaati dinon mein humara pyaar bhara tha, lekin routine ne us chamak ko kam kar diya tha—jab tak humne woh website nahi khoji.
Ek garam shaam ko, dinner ke baad, hum couch par baithe laptop ke saath. Maine site ko bookmark kiya tha—ek anonymous forum jahaan log apne andheri ichchayein share karte hain: exhibitionism, adultery, voyeurism, incest, aur aur bhi. Kalyani mere saath lag kar baithi, uska nightie thighs tak chadha hua, jaise hi maine ek thread khola titled "Wives Teasing Strangers in Public."
"Yeh padho," maine kaha, mera haath uske ghutne par. Post mein ek aurat market mein tease kar rahi thi, saree low, vendors ko apne curves dikhati hui jabki pati door se dekhta tha. "Woh kehti hai groping ne use itna geela kar diya, baad mein unhone jaanwaron ki tarah choda."
Kalyani ki saans tez ho gayi, uske kaale-gulaabi nipples kapde ke neeche sakht ho gaye. "Ravi, yeh itna risky... lekin garam hai. Socho main aisa karoon—meri low-hip saree fisalti hui, flat nabhi aur woh baalon wali patri dikhati hui. Gair log mere stanon ko, meri gaand ko ghoorte hue."
Maine use kareeb kheencha, ungliyan nabhi par ghumaate hue. "Hum mahinon se yeh padh rahe hain, aur yeh hamesha wild sex ki taraf le jaata hai. Yaad hai pichhli baar? Tum mujh par sawaar hui thi flashing apni baalon wali chut ke baare mein sussurrate hue."

Woh dheeme se karahi, apni makhan jaise gaand ko mere saath ragadti hui. "Haan... yeh mujhe uttejit karta hai. Lekin asli mein karna?"
"Chalo plan banayein," maine kaha, uski gardan chumte hue. "Kal, agli sheher ke market mein. Tum apni neeli saree low hips par pehno, sheer white blouse mein bra ke bina. Main peechhe se follow karunga, dekhta rahunga. Vendors ko, auto drivers ko tease karo. Agar naturally groping ho jaaye toh thoda hone do."
Kalyani jhijhki, phir haan mein sir hilaya, uska bada bhagankur vichaar se hi dhadakne laga. "Theek hai, lekin waada karo baad mein mujhe claim karoge. Unke haathon ke baare mein soch kar mujhe zor se chodo."
Agli subah, Kalyani ne marne ke liye taiyar kiya. Uski neeli cotton saree bahut low hips par bandhi, flat nabhi aur happy trail ka shuruaat dikhaati hui. White blouse low-cut aur bra-less, semi-transparent, bhari stan kapde ko khenchte hue, kaale-gulaabi nipples halke se dikhte hue unke charon taraf ke baalon ke saath. Uske lambe baal khule, gaand ke cheeks ko chhute hue. Hum crowded market pahunche, aur main peechhe reh gaya jaise hi woh andar gayi.
Pehle, woh vegetable vendor ke paas pahunchi, ek 40s ka mota aadmi cucumbers sort kar raha tha. Woh jhuki kuchh chunne ke liye, cleavage bahar girta hua, nipples blouse ke virudh aur sakht.
"Madam, yeh kheere taaze aur lambe hain—aisi aurat ke liye perfect jo unhe mote pasand karti hai," usne aankh maar kar kaha, nazrein uske stanon par chipki hui.
Kalyani ne sharmili muskaan di, aage jhuk kar stan stall se ragadta hua. "Oh, mujhe sakht aur rasile pasand hain. Lekin kabhi kabhi woh itne reshte hue ho jaate hain ki sambhalna mushkil."
Usne ek diya, ungliyan uske haath par rukti hui. "Yeh mehsoos karo, madam. Achha sakht. Aapke... tarbooz bhi rasile lagte hain—weight karne mein madad chahiye?" Uski nazrein uske seene par, aur jaise hi woh mudi, uska haath "fisla," uski makhan jaise gaand ke cheek par groping karta hua, mote maans ko masalta hua.
Woh saans li lekin turant nahi hati, garami uski baalon wali chut mein daudti hui. "Sambhal ke, agar zyada dabaya toh phoot padenge."
Aage, ek auto driver apne vehicle ke paas baitha tha. "Akka, ride chahiye? Main kahin bhi le ja sakta hoon, smooth aur tez." Woh jawaan tha, mazboot, nazrein uske hilte hips aur khule midriff par.
Kalyani ruk gayi, interest ka natak karte hue. "Shayad, agar zyada uchal-kood na ho. Mujhe kabhi kabhi rough pasand hai." Woh kareeb gayi, aur bheed mein, woh uske saath dab gaya, haath flat nabhi par, ungliyan happy trail ki taraf jaati hui jabki side boob ko grope karta hua.
"Rough mera special hai," woh dheeme se bola, angutha nipple ke paas ghumata hua. "Aapke curves kisi bhi ride ko mazedaar bana sakte hain. Aage baitho—main gears sambhalunga."
Bheed mein ek gair aadmi peechhe se takraya, haath gaand par, dono cheeks ko mazbooti se grope karta hua. "Sorry, madam, tight jagah hai." Ek aur, budha aadmi, uski jaangh ragda, sussurrata hua, "Itni mulayam chamdi—aadmi ko bhookha bana deti hai."
Jab tak Kalyani car par wapas pahunchi, uska chehra laal tha, bada bhagankur dard kar raha tha. Hum ghar chale gaye chupchaap, tanav ghana.
Us raat, bed par, Kalyani dheere se kapde utaare, lambe baal nange badan par girte hue jaise hi woh mujh par chadhi. "Ravi, vishwas nahi karoge kya hua. Vegetable vendor ne meri gaand grope ki—jaise apni ho, 'melons' ke baare mein baat karte hue. Bola woh rasile lagte hain."
"Fuck, aur batao," maine karaha, mera lund sakht jaise hi maine use neeche kheencha, kaala-gulaabi nipple choosta hua, halke baalon ka swaad lete hue.
Woh apni baalon wali chut ko mere shaft par ragadti hui. "Phir auto driver... woh dab gaya, haath nabhi par, boob grope karta hua. Rough ride ke baare mein sussurraya. Gair log bhi—haathon gaand ke cheeks par, jaanghon par. Main itni geeli thi, Ravi. Soch rahi thi woh mujhe chodte hue jabki tum dekhte ho."
Maine use palta, uski baalon wali geelapan mein dhakka maara, zor se thokta hua. "Tum gandi biwi—unhe apni makhan jaise gaand chhune deti hui, nipples sabke saamne ubhre hue. Vendor ko apni baalon wali chut mein muh daalne ki ichcha hui hogi, us bade bhagankur ko choosne ki."
"Haan! Oh bhagwan, Ravi, mujhe jaise woh chodta waise chodo—sakht aur ganda. Auto driver mujhe apni seat par jhuka kar, gaand ke cheeks par thappad maar kar ramta."
Maine uske hips pakde, aur gehra dhakka maara, uske stan uchalte hue, baal hilte hue. "Tum meri ho, lekin aaj raat unka natak karo. Vendor ke lund ke liye cheekho apni tight ched mein."
Kalyani jhuki, naakhun meri peeth mein gadte hue jaise hi woh zor se jhadi. "Haan! Chodo mujhe, vendor ji—mere melons dabao! Auto anna, mujhe rough ride do!" Humara wild sex raat bhar goonjta raha, exhibition ne aag ko aur tez kar diya.