In the serene, tree-lined suburbs of Pune, where old bungalows hid behind high compound walls and bougainvillea crept over iron gates, Mahesh Sharma lived with his 22-year-old daughter, Bhavya. He had raised her alone after her mother left when Bhavya was barely three. Now, fresh out of college and staying home while she figured out her future, the house felt smaller, warmer, and far more dangerous than it ever had. Mahesh was 45, still powerfully built from years in the construction business. Salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, and quiet confidence. Bhavya had grown into a breathtaking young woman — long, wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes she inherited from her mother, and a body that curved generously in all the right places. She moved around the house in tiny shorts and loose tank tops, completely at ease, unaware — or perhaps fully aware — of the effect she had on him. It began innocently. Late-night movies on the large sofa in the living room. Bhavya would curl into his side li...
Last month meri sister ki shaadi ko almost 2 saal ho gaye the. Uska pati, Vikram (jo ek IT company mein senior manager hai), ek official project ke liye suddenly Mumbai se Delhi aaya tha. Uska actual meeting Gurgaon mein tha, sirf 30-40 minutes drive par meri society se.
Main Riya hoon, 26 saal ki, Gurgaon mein ek marketing firm mein kaam karti hoon. Ek chhoti si 2BHK apartment mein akeli rehti hoon. Pehle Christmas pe family gathering ke time pe kuch chemistry ho gayi thi hum dono ke beech – maine uske saath thoda flirt kiya tha aur end mein ek quick, risky blowjob bhi de diya tha bathroom mein jab sab so rahe the. Woh baat hum dono ke dimag mein ghumti rehti thi, lekin kabhi openly nahi baat hui.
Thursday ko shaam ko around 6:30 baje mera phone baja. Vikram ka message tha: “Riya, yaar flight cancel ho gaya. Abhi tak airport pe hi atak gaya hoon. Kal raat ko hi next flight hai. Tumhare paas aa jaaun kya? Hotel book karne ka mann nahi hai.”
Maine turant reply kiya: “Haan bilkul aa jao Jiju. Ghar pe hi hoon, koi problem nahi. Dinner ready kar leti hoon.”
Around 8 baje darwaza knock hua. Vikram bahar khada tha – white formal shirt, sleeves thodi upar chadhi hui, black formal trousers, aur thakaa hua chehra lekin aankhon mein wohi purani chamak. Maine usko andar bulaya aur ek tight hug di. Uske cologne ki khushboo ne turant purani yaadein taaza kar di.
Hum dono drawing room mein baith kar baatein karne lage – office ki, family ki, sister ke baare mein. Maine usko guest room dikha diya aur bola, “Fresh ho jao pehle. Shower laga lo, bohot thake hue lag rahe ho.”
Woh shower mein chala gaya. 10 minute baad maine socha – ab ya kabhi nahi. Main apne kapde utaar kar sirf ek towel lapet kar shower room mein ghus gayi. Darwaza khulte hi woh shock ho gaya. Paani uske muscular chest aur abs pe beh raha tha. Uski nazar seedha meri gol gaand pe atak gayi.
“Riya… kya kar rahi ho yaar?” usne dheere se kaha, lekin uska lund already khada hone laga tha.
Main smile karke uske paas gayi, towel side mein gira diya aur seedha ghutno pe baith gayi. Garam paani hum dono pe pad raha tha. Maine pehle uske heavy balls ko muh mein liya, dheere dheere chusa, phir uske mota, throbbing cock ko apni jeebh se lapet liya. Woh moan karne laga, “Fuck Riya… bohot achha lag raha hai.”
Jaldi hi usne mujhe uthaya, wall ke against ghuma diya, meri kamar pakdi aur peeche se ek hi dhakke mein andar ghused diya. Main chillayi, “Ahhh Vikram… slow… bohot mota hai tera!”
Woh zor zor se dhakke maarne laga – shower ka paani, meri cheekh aur uski saansein sab mix ho rahe the. 5-6 minute mein hi woh jhad gaya mere andar, garam cum se meri chut bhar di. Phir maine uska lund muh mein liya aur last drops bhi pi li.
Shower ke baad maine apna favourite black-red lace lingerie set pehen liya – push-up bra aur matching thong jo meri gaand ko perfectly highlight karta tha. Hum living room ke couch pe aa gaye. Vikram ne mujhe god mein utha liya aur phir se chodne laga. Us raat usne mujhe har jagah choda – couch pe doggy style, kitchen counter pe, balcony ke darwaze ke paas standing fuck, aur end mein bedroom mein missionary position mein. Har baar woh mere andar hi cum karta. Main paagal ho rahi thi pleasure se.
Subah jab hum dono thak kar let rahe the, tab usne sach bata diya.
“Riya… actually flight cancel nahi hua tha,” usne sharmaate hue kaha. “Maine khud postpone kar diya tha. Kal se hi soch raha tha ki tumse milun. Woh Christmas wali raat ke baad control nahi ho raha tha. Tumhari body… tumhari tightness… sab addict kar deti hai.”
Maine haske uske chest pe haath ferte hue bola, “Toh ab batao Jiju… aaj raat bhi yahin rukoge na? Flight kal subah bhi postpone kar sakte ho…”
Usne meri taraf dekha, aankhon mein lust aur smile ke saath, aur bola, “Sirf raat nahi… poora weekend. Office se bhi leave le lunga. Bas tu ready rehna – aur bhi bohot plans hain tere saath.”
Us weekend humne sirf sex nahi kiya – bahut saari dirty talks, roleplay, aur risky fun bhi kiya. Jab sister ko call aaya toh hum dono has has ke jhooth bol rahe the. Ab yeh hamara chhupa hua affair ban gaya hai. Kabhi kabhi woh “work trip” ke bahane aa jaata hai Gurgaon, aur har baar main usko apne andar lene ke liye taiyaar rehti hoon.
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