Pados Ki Married Bhabhi || Desi hindi sex stories
Lockdown 2020 mein naukri chhut gayi thi aur ghar pe baithne ke alawa kuch nahi tha. College khatam hue 4 mahine ho chuke the. Roz shaam ko chhat pe tahalne ka routine ban gaya tha. Man ko samjhaata rehta tha – “Koi na, better job aa jayegi.” Lekin shaher ka najara bilkul udaas tha. Har taraf sannata, log ghar ke andar band.
Phir bhi ek cheez thi jo mujhe roz motivate karti thi – ya kahun bechain karti thi.
Bagal wale flat ki housewife. Uska naam tha Ritu. Bihar ki thi, pati yahan job pe tha. Roz shaam ko woh bhi apni chhat pe ghumti thi. Shuru-shuru mein laga yeh ittefaq hai, lekin dheere-dheere lagne laga jaise woh mera intezaar karti hai. Baad mein pata chala – uska pati office se usi time wapas aata tha. Phir bhi uski woh light pink maxi… usmein uske ubhar… woh patli kamar aur tight choochiyan… sab kuch mere dimag mein ghus gaya.
Ek shaam andhera hone laga tha. Puri mohalle ki chhaten khaali. Sirf main aur woh. Uske pati aaj late tha. Maine apne shorts ke upar se apna lauda ragadna shuru kar diya. 7 inch ka mota lund ekdum khada. Usne dekha. Uske aankhen badi ho gayi. Woh muskurayi nahi, gussa bhi nahi dikhaaya… sirf stare karti rahi. Maine aur zor se hilaya, lund ke upar thook lagaya aur lambi-lambi strokes maare. Uske chehre pe ek ajeeb si chamak aa gayi thi. Maine jhadne se pehle hi andar bhag gaya aur apne maal ki dhaar apne hi haath mein nikaal li.
Uske baad kuch din chhat pe nahi gaya. Dar tha.
Phir ek din supermarket mein usse takra gaya. “Kafi din ho gaye… chhat pe nahi dikhe?” usne halke se kaha.
Main nervous tha. Usne park ki bench pe baithne ko bola. Wahan usne sab kuch khol diya – uska pati stressful job mein busy, ghar pe bore ho jaati hai, sex life khatam ho chuki hai. Aur phir usne seedha bol diya:
“Agli baar aisa kuch karna ho to mere kamre mein aana. 1 baje mohalla sota hai… main intezaar karungi.”
Agla din 12:30 baje maine ghar walon ko bol diya ki interview hai. Bagal ki gali se chupke se uske ghar ke piche pahuncha. Second floor. Darwaza pehle se khula tha.
Andar gaya to woh kitchen mein thi – loose t-shirt aur pajami. Chai aur snacks bana rakhe the. “Tumhe kaise pata chala mujhe kya pasand hai?” maine poocha.
Usne muskurate hue kaha, “Bahut kuch pata hai beta… jo tumne terrace pe dikhaya tha, woh sab.”
Chai khatam hote hi maine uske honthon pe apna muh rakh diya. Zor se kiss kiya. Usne bhi jawab diya. Maine uski t-shirt faad di – seedha ek jhatke mein. Uski badi-badi tikoni choochiyan bahar aa gayi. Maine unko zor-zor se masla, nipples ko kaata aur chusa. Woh tadap rahi thi.
“Faad do meri chut aaj…” usne saans chhodte hue kaha.
Maine usko uthaya aur bedroom mein patak diya. Pajami aur kachhi ek saath neeche ki. Uski chut bilkul geeli aur ras se bhari hui thi. Maine uski taange kandhe pe rakh ke zor se chatna shuru kiya. Ungli andar daal ke jhatke maare. Woh chillayi – “Aur zor se… bhosda faad do mera!”
Aadhe ghante tak uski chut chaati. Woh do baar jhad chuki thi. Phir maine apna mota lund uske muh mein thok diya. Uske gale tak dhakka maara. Woh gag kar rahi thi lekin ruk nahi rahi. Maine uske muh ko chodte hue bola, “Ab teri chut mein daalunga randi.”
Usko ghodi banaya. Ek hi jhatke mein poora 7 inch andar pel diya. Woh zor se chilla uthi, “Aaaahhh… faad diya… aur zor se maar!”
Maine uske baal pakde, gardan pe haath rakh ke choke kiya aur full speed se chodne laga. Har dhakke pe uski gaand hil rahi thi. Thappad maare uski gaand pe – laal ho gayi. “Bol… teri chut kaun chod raha hai?” “Tum… tum mere malik ho… aur zor se chodo mujhe!”
Position badli – missionary mein uski taange kandhe pe. Gehri chudai. Uske nipples ko nochta raha. Phir doggy. 15 minute tak uski chut ko bhosda banata raha. Jab main jhadne wala tha to usne boli, “Andar hi daal… poora maal meri chut mein bhar do.”
Maine uski gaand pakdi aur zor-zor se dhakke maare. Poora maal uski chut ke andar chhod diya. Dono saath mein chillaye.
Lekin yeh khatam nahi tha. Usne mujhe side kiya, apni taange kholi aur bola, “Abhi bhi andar daal… main aur chahti hoon.”
Hum dono thak kar let gaye the. Usne mera lund haath mein leke bola, “Aaj se jab bhi time mile… aa jaana. Meri chut teri hai.”
Lekin story yahan khatam nahi hui…
Do hafte baad usne mujhe bataya – “Main pregnant hoon… aur yeh baccha tumhara hai.” Maine dar ke maare poocha, “Pills nahi li thi kya?” Usne muskurate hue kaha, “Nhin Li thi… main chahti thi yeh baccha tumhara ho.”
Lekin kismat ne bacha liya. Uske pati ka transfer ho gaya aur woh ghar khali karke chale gaye.
Aaj 6 saal ho gaye hain… lekin aaj bhi kabhi-kabhi phone aane ka dar rehta hai. Phir bhi… us din ki chudai ka maza aaj bhi yaad hai.
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