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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...

Teeno Ki Wild Threesome || Desi hindi sex stories

Teeno Ki Wild Threesome || Desi hindi sex stories


Meri wife Neha 30 saal ki hai – slim figure 34-26-34, innocent chehra lekin andar se bahut naughty. Humare bilkul paas wale flat mein rehti thi Priya – 28 saal ki, fair, curvy, 36-28-36 wali maal. Lambi kaali aankhein, glossy lips, aur jab wo tight salwar ya saree mein chalti thi toh uski moti gaand hilti thi aur boobs bounce karte the. Dekhte hi lund khada ho jaata tha.

Neha aur Priya dono bahut close friends thi. Shaam ko dono balcony mein baith ke gossip karti thi, hassti rehti thi. Main window se chupke se Priya ko dekhta rehta – kapde dhote waqt uski saree upar chadh jaati, creamy thighs dikhti, tight blouse mein boobs dab ke bahar aane ko tadapte.

Ek subah Neha office ke liye nikal rahi thi tab Priya ne usko rok ke kuch whisper kiya. Dono ne meri taraf dekha aur hasne lagi. Neha chali gayi. Thodi der baad darwaza baja – Priya khadi thi, laal saree mein, makeup full-on, red lipstick, kohl lined aankhein. Pallu se uski deep cleavage dikh rahi thi aur kamar ka hissa saaf nazar aa raha tha.

“Arjun bhaiya…?” uski awaaz madhosh karne wali thi. Main stammer kiya, “Priya… tum…? Andar aao na.”

Wo andar aayi aur boli, “Bhaiya, ghar mein cheeni khatam ho gayi thi, ek bowl de doge?” Lekin uski smile mein kuch aur tha. Main kitchen mein gaya, ghabrahat mein namak ka bowl utha ke de diya. Priya hasne lagi, “Bhaiya, chai mein namak daalte ho kya?”

Main phir bhaga, sahi cheeni di. Wo mere peeche kitchen tak aa gayi. Jab main bowl bhar raha tha, usne dheere se kaha, “Bhaiya, aajkal bahut busy lagte ho…” aur wink maari. Maine himmat karke bola, “Tum bhi toh kabhi akele aa jaaya karo, maza aata hai.” Usne has ke kaha, “Theek hai, baith jaati hoon aaj.”

Us din se humari baatein badhne lagi. Jab Neha office hoti, Priya call karti ya main karta. Raat ko lambi-lambi calls, flirting, dirty talks. Neha ko shak tha lekin wo has ke taal deti thi.

Ek din Neha ne mujhe tease kiya, “Kya baat hai ji? Priya pe line maare ja rahe ho?” Maine sach bol diya, “Haan yaar, wo bahut hot hai.” Neha muskurayi aur boli, “Toh try kar lo… lekin yaad rakhna, main bhi hoon yahan!” aur wink maari.

Phir ek din mauka aa gaya. Priya ke husband office gaya hua tha. Neha ne Priya ko ghar bula liya. Priya blue saree mein aayi, andar kaala bra faintly dikh raha tha. Neha ne usko bedroom mein le gayi aur bed pe litaya.

Neha ne kaha, “Aankhein band kar lo Priya…” Priya sharma ke boli, “Neha please… tu jaa na… main handle kar lungi.” lekin uski awaaz mein excitement tha.

Main bed ke paas gaya. Neha ne Priya ki saree ka pallu side kiya. Maine Priya ke soft, bade boobs pe haath ferne laga. Wo kaanp rahi thi. Neha ne khud apni saree utaari aur apni chut ragadne lagi.

Maine Priya ki saree upar ki, uski creamy thighs aur pink, geeli chut dikhai di. Maine apna 7 inch ka lund nikaala aur dheere se uski chut pe ragadne laga. Priya ki saans tez ho gayi.

Ek zor ka push – pura lund andar chala gaya. Priya moan kar uthi, “Aahhh… Arjun… dheere… Neha ke saamne mat…”

Neha hasi aur Priya ke muh pe apni chut rakh di, “Chaat meri chut Priya… achhe se!” Priya ki zubaan Neha ki chut mein ghumne lagi. Main Priya ki chut mein zor zor se dhakke maar raha tha, thap-thap awaazein ho rahi thi.

Neha ne Priya ki saree completely utaar di. Ab Priya bilkul nangi thi. Neha ne cream liya aur Priya ki gaand pe lagaya. Maine apna lund uski tight gaand pe set kiya aur dheere se andar dhakela.

Priya chillayi, “Aahhh… nahi… meri gaand phat jayegi… uff bohot mota hai…” lekin dheere dheere wo maza lene lagi. Main uski gaand mein chod raha tha, Neha uske boobs daba rahi thi. Thodi der baad maine uski gaand ke andar apna garam maal chhod diya.

Priya ab pagal ho chuki thi, “Arjun… ab meri chut mein daal do… bahut pyaas lagi hai…”

Maine uski taange failayi aur phir se chut mein lund ghusa diya. Ab zor zor se pelne laga. Priya ki chut tight aur geeli thi, har dhakke pe “fach-fach” awaaz aa rahi thi. Neha khud ungli kar rahi thi aur hum dono ko dekh rahi thi.

Priya do baar jhad chuki thi. Last mein maine bhi uski chut mein zor se maal bhar diya. Neha ab khud tadap rahi thi. Maine usko ghodi banaya aur peeche se chodne laga jabki Priya Neha ke boobs choos rahi thi. Neha bhi jhad gayi.

Teeno thak kar bed pe let gaye. Neha ne garam doodh laaya. Sab has rahe the.

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