sali adhi gharwali

Mera naam Jinesh Mehta hain. Aaj meri umar 32 saal hain aur shaadi ko 7 saal ho chuke hain. Main apna chhota sa business chalata hoon, jo ab dheere-dheere set ho gaya hain.

Par ye kahani uss waqt ki hain jab main sirf 24 saal ka tha, aur meri nayi-nayi engagement hui thi. Uska naam Anjali hain. Uss waqt wo 22 saal ki thi, ek slim-fit figure wali ladki (32C-28-34), jo har ladke ka sapna lagti thi. Uss samay main apni personal aur professional life dono ko lekar ek naye excitement mein tha.

Meri jab nayi-nayi engagement hui thi, tabhi ek din mujhe ek anjaan number se call aaya. Phone uthaya toh samajh aaya ki yeh meri hone wali cousin saali ka call hain.

Main usse pehle kabhi usse mila bhi nahi tha, na hi uske baare mein zyada jaanta tha, kyunki main ab tak apne sasural side visit nahi kar paaya tha.

Phir jis din main pehli baar apne hone wale sasural gaya, ussi din meri usse mulakaat hui. Uska naam Ritika hain. Wo tab sirf 19 saal ki thi, par dikhne mein kaafi smart aur khubsurat thi.

Tab tak na mere dimaag mein, na uske, aise kisi bhi khayal aaya tha. Sab kuch bilkul normal aur family jaisa hi lag raha tha.

Aise hi dheere-dheere hamari chat par baatein hone lagi. Kabhi family ke baare mein, kabhi uske study ke baare mein, aur kabhi bas chhoti-moti masti hoti rehti thi.

Wo meri fiancee se bhi hamesha kehti thi, “Jiju kitne acche hain. Hamesha respect se baat karte hain.”

Main, uska chhoti hone ke baawajood, usko hamesha ‘aap’ kehkar hi bulata tha. Chat par bhi meri aadat wahi thi. Kyuki mujhe pata hain ki aurate aur ladkiyon ko aap respect dete ho toh wo jaldi comfortable ho jati hain.

Ek din usne khud hi keh diya, “Jiju, aap mujhe ‘aap’ kehke mat bulaya karo na… mujhe ajeeb lagta hain.”

Main bas muskaan ke saath sochta reh gaya, ki, “Shayad usse meri formality thodi zyada lag rahi thi.”

Aise hi hamari baaton mein kabhi halka sa flirting aa jaata tha, lekin main kabhi usse aage nahi badhta tha.

Ek baar uska nursing ka exam Bangalore mein tha. Wahan rukne ke liye usko ek hotel mila. Uske sath baki ke students aur kuch teachers bhi ruke the.

Usne mujhe message karke bataya, “Jiju, pata hain… log keh rahe the ki iss hotel mein bhoot dikhai deta hain.”

Maine mazaak mein kaha, “Arre yaar, aisa kuch nahi hota. Tum khud hi chudail jaisi ho.”

Wo thoda rooth kar boli, “Jiju, mujhe sach mein darr lag raha hain.”

Uss raat uska tone itna innocent tha ki baat karte-karte main bhi mood mein aa gaya. Dheere-dheere hamari chat serious se thodi bold hoti chali gayi aur baat sex chat tak jaa pohnchi. Main apne dil ki baat khul kar usse kehne laga.

Main aapko bata deta hu main kisi bhi ladki ya aurat se normal baat kar hi nahi pata. Ghum phir kar main thoda naughty hone lagta hu. Aur hairani ki baat ye thi ki usne meri baaton ka bura nahi mana. Balki wo baat aage badhati gayi.

Agli subah hosh aaya toh mujhe guilt mehsoos hua. Dimag mein bas ek hi sawal tha. Ye maine kya kar diya? Abhi toh meri shaadi bhi nahi hui… wo mere bare mein kya sochegi?

Main himmat nahi kar paaya usse message karne ki. Lekin dopahar tak uska hi pehla message aa gaya.

“Jiju, hi… kaise ho?”

Main thoda dare-dare tone mein bola, “Woh… raat ko tum bahut dari hui thi na? Isliye tumhara mind divert karne ke liye main aisi baat kar raha tha.”

Usne turant jawab diya, “Mujhe pata hain jiju… aap bahut acche hain. Main aapko galat nahi samajhti.”

Main tab jakar chain ki saans li. Socha agar Anjali ko pata chala toh rishta khatre mein aa jayega. Lekin phir bhi hamari chat din ba din aur bold hone lagi. Pehle toh sirf mazaak-masti hoti thi, lekin dheere-dheere main usse uski photos maangne laga.

“Ek photo bhejo na… tumhe dekh kar mood aur light ho jata hain,” maine likha.

Woh pehle thoda nakhre se rooki, “Arre jiju… aap bhi na… hamesha aisi baat karte ho.”

Par phir ek din usne mujhe ek simple pic bhej di. Main itne se manne wala nahi tha. Dheere-dheere uske images zyada personal hote gaye. Kabhi cute pose mein, kabhi thoda stylish. Aur ab haal ye tha ki wo kuch bhi lati toh mujhe dikhati. Hum der raat tak chat karte. Ek taraf Anjali se call par baatein chalti aur dusri taraf Ritika se chat karta tha.

Jab maine thoda zyada bold pics ki demand ki toh shuru mein wo mana kar rahi thi. Lekin dheere-dheere maine usko control mein liya. Usne mujhe apni bra thodi visible hone wale photos bhejne shuru kar diye.

Ab baat itni aage badh chuki thi ki wo apni sare baaten mujhe openly share karne lagi. Aur mujhe dheere dheere samaj aaya ki wo bahut hi bholi hain. Uska na koi boyfriend tha nahi uska koi boys mein dost tha.

Aur main bhi apni internal desire uske saamne kholne laga. Meri fiancee Anjali ko kuch bhi andaza nahi tha ki mera aur uski cousin sister ke saath chhupa hua rishta banne laga hain.

Ye rishta sirf pics aur chats tak simit nahi tha, balki hum dono ke beech ek aisa ban chuka tha ki jisme trust bhi tha aur dheere-dheere ek naya junoon bhi.

Ek baar meri fiancee ka birthday tha. Agle din mujhe meri Ritika ka phone aaya, “Jiju, didi ko hum ek surprise dete hain… aap bhi ready rehna. Cake maine order kar diya hain… raat ko exactly 12 baje surprise denge.”

Main thoda sochne laga. Mera sasural ghar se kafi door tha, par ab saali sahiba ka planning tha toh main usko mana bhi nahi kar sakta tha. Main apne ghar se shaam ko hi nikal gaya.

Pehle main seedha apni chachi-saas (Ritika ke ghar) ke ghar gaya, kyunki wo sasural ke paas hi rehti thi. Ritika mujhe dekh kar khush ho gayi. Waha khana-vana khaya aur baat-cheet karte karte 10 baj gaye.

Abhi plan ke mutabiq 12 baje cake cut karna tha. Matlab mujhe abhi do ghante idhar-udhar time pass karna tha. Mere sasural mein kisi ko bhi ye surprise ka plan nahi pata tha. Agar main bahar nikalta aur koi dekh leta, toh puri planning kharab ho jaati.

Tabhi meri chachi-saas, jinka naam Yogita chachi hain, wo muskurate hue boli, “Damad ji, aap upar ke kamre mein thoda rest kar lo. 12 baje hum sab ek saath chalenge.”

Main maan gaya. Drawing room mein TV chal raha tha. Main aur Ritika wahin baithe the. Baatein chhoti-moti hi ho rahi thi, par beech-beech mein hum dono ke beech ek alag hi nazar-milana, ek chhupi hui muskaan chal rahi thi.

Thodi der mein chachi ji aur chacha ji din bhar ki thakan se apne bedroom mein jakar so gaye. Ghar mein sannata sa chhaa gaya.

Maine halka sa saali ki taraf dekha aur aankhon hi aankhon mein ishara kar diya ki, “Main upar ke kamre mein ja raha hu. Tum mere piche aa jana.”

Usne bhi naughty smile se wo baat samaj jane ka ishara kiya.

Main upar ke kamre mein aaya aur palang par jaa kar let gaya. Main ab meri saali ka aane ka wait karne laga. Kuch hi minute baad dheere se darwaza khula. Wo andar aayi aur darwaza bandh kar diya.

Maine dheere se kaha, “Darwaza lock kar do… warna koi aa gaya toh surprise se pehle hi bada surprise ho jaayega.”

Usne hansi dabate hue turant lock lagaya aur meri taraf palti. Uski aankhon mein shararat thi lekin wo thodi darr bhi rahi thi.

Maine apna haath badhakar usko apne paas bitha liya. Palang ke kone par wo thodi si jhijak kar baith gayi. Hum dono normal baatein kar rahe the, lekin dil ki dhadkane dono ki tez thi.

Maine dheere se apna haath uske haath par rakha aur ungliyon se halka sa sehne laga. Uske chehre par ek ajeeb si ghabrahat cha gayi, par uska chehra bata raha tha ki wo mere ko resist nahi karegi.

Thodi der baat chalti rahi. Fir maine uske gaal par ek halka sa pyaar bhara kiss kar diya.

Wo turant sharma gayi aur dheere se boli, “Jiju… didi ko pata chal gaya toh?”

Main muskura kar uski aankhon mein dekhte hue bola, “Tum kehne wali ho kya?”

Usne palak jhuka kar dheere se kaha, “Na… nahi.”

Maine usko apne upar jhuka kar kaha, “Toh phir kaise pata chalega?”

Uske chehre par darr tha. Maine dheere se apna chehra uske kareeb laya aur uske lips par kiss kar diya.

Pehle toh wo bilkul chup rahi. Bas meri baaton aur touch ko mehsoos kar rahi thi. Lekin dheere-dheere usne bhi apne hoth mere sath milane shuru kiye. Uska pura badan kamp raha tha. Uski harkaton se saaf lag raha tha ki ye uska pehla anubhav tha.

Usne ek halki si T-shirt aur chote se denim shorts pehne hue the. Main usko mere niche kar diya aur dheere se uska T-shirt upar karne laga. Uski saanson ki raftaar tez ho gayi thi.

Jab maine uski bra ko ek taraf sarakaya aur uske chote aur mulayam boobs apni jibh se chusne laga. Usne apni ungliyon se meri gardan ko kaske pakad liya. Uske hoth se nikalti halki-halki ‘ahh’ ki awaz ne pura mahaul aur garam kar diya.

Meri ungliyan tab uske shorts ke upar se chalne lagi. Maine andar hath dalne ki koshish ki, lekin shorts tight hone ki wajah se mera hath andar nahi ja pa raha tha. Maine uski aankhon mein dekh kar halka sa ishara kiya.

Wo ghabrahat se boli, “Jiju, please… mummy aa gayi toh gadbad ho jayegi.”

Maine uske kaan ke paas apne hoth le jaakar fusfusaye hue kaha,
“Jaan… iss pal ka toh hum dono ko kabse intzaar tha. Aur tumhe pata hain chachi ji aur chacha ji kitni gehri nind mein the.”

Meri baat sunkar usne sharmate-sharmate apne shorts ka button khol diya. Ab wo loose ho chuka tha. Maine turant apna hath andar sarakaya aur uski patli si panty ke andar ghusakar uski garam, geeli chut ko masalne laga.

Uske badan ne zor se ek jhatka sa liya aur wo aankh bandh karke karah uthi. Uski saansen tez thi, aur wo meri baahon mein samate hue garam aahen bhar rahi thi.

Ab maine uske lips par lambi kiss di aur dheere-dheere uske kapde utarne laga. Pehle uska T-shirt nikala, phir shorts. Wo thoda ghabra rahi thi par uski aankhon mein bhi utni hi garmi thi jitni mere dil mein thi.

Thodi hi der mein maine usko poori tarah nanga kar diya. Bed ke upar ek 19 saal ki skinny ladki ka kamsin jism mere saamne tha. Uske chote se boobs, patli kamar aur bilkul nazuk chut ke upar halka sa trimmed hair dekh kar mera junoon aur badh gaya.

Uska dudh jaisa gora jism dekh kar mujhe ekdum foreign model jaise Russian ladkiyon ki yaad aa gayi. Main uske poore badan ko dheere-dheere chumne laga. Pehle uske hoth, phir gardan, phir neeche boobs par apni jibh ghumai. Har jagah chhoti chhoti kiss karta ja raha tha aur wo meri baahon mein simat-simat kar karah rahi thi.

Wo apne nazuk haathon se meri peeth ko pakad kar mujhe apne aur kareeb kheench rahi thi. Uske kamsin jism ki garmi mujhe apna sab kuch bhulane par majboor kar rahi thi.

Main dheere-dheere uski patli kamar ke neeche gaya. Ab ekdum saamne uska chhota sa kamsin gulabi sa phool khila hua tha. Uske 19 saal ke skinny jism ke saath uski chut bilkul hi tight aur virgin lag rahi thi.

Maine apna chehra uski chut ke paas le jaakar pehle halki si ek warm kiss ki. Uske hothhon se ek tez sa “aah… jiju…” nikal gaya. Uske baad maine apni jibh se dheere-dheere uski chut ko gila karna shuru kiya.

Jitna main uski chut chat raha tha, utna hi wo karwate badal rahi thi. Kabhi apni kamar uthati, kabhi apna pair mere kandhe par rakh deti. Uske muh se ab lagataar garam aahatein nikal rahi thi.

Maine apni jibh seedha uske chote se clit par rakh kar circular ghumana shuru kiya. Wo turant apni kamar uthakar zor se “Ahh… jiju… kya kar rahe ho?” kehne lagi, lekin apne hatho se mere baalon ko pakad kar aur kareeb kheench rahi thi.

Ab maine apni jibh ko aur tez kar diya. Kabhi andar ghusa raha tha, kabhi clit par ghuma raha tha. Uski chut bilkul hi gili ho gayi, jaise flood aa gaya ho.

5–7 minute bina rukhe uski chut chatne ke baad, wo poore jism ko kas ke hilane lagi, apne hoth daba liye, pair mere kandhe par jor se daba diye. Aur phir uski chut se zor se paani chhootne laga.

Wo keh rahi, “Jiju… please ruk jaiye. Ab aur nahi… please.”

Lekin maine usko chhoda nahi. Uski chut se nikalti har boond ko maine apni jibh se chat liya. Uske jism ko hilte hue dekh kar aur bhi pagal ho raha tha.

Wo ab full mood mein aayi aur jaise hi mera T-shirt utara, uski aankhon mein ek alag hi chamak aa gayi. Wo kuch pal tak seedha mere lean abs aur biceps ko dekhte hue ruk gayi, jaise bharosa na kar pa rahi ho ki uske saamne jo insaan khada hain wo uska jiju hain.

Phir usne halki si sharam ke saath apne hoth mere chest par rakh diye. Dheere-dheere wo mere seene se lekar collar bone, neck aur shoulders tak chummne lagi. Har kiss ke sath uski garam saansein mujhe aur bhi zyada excite kar rahi thi.

Mujhe bhi ab control nahi raha. Maine uske patle kamsin jism ko kas ke apni baahon mein le liya aur ekdum deep French kiss karne laga. Jibh se jibh ulajh gayi. Dono ke muh se sirf garam saansein aur halki-halki ‘uuumm… aah…” ki awaaz nikal rahi thi.

Wo apni ungliyon se mere peeth aur shoulders ko daba rahi thi, aur main uske kamar ko zor se pakad kar apne kareeb kheench raha tha. Uss pal hum dono apni hosh khote ja rahe the. Bas ek dusre ke jism mein ghul jaane ka junoon tha.

Jab maine apni pant dheere se loose karke lund bahar nikala, usne ek dum se apna muh side kar liya. Uske chehre par sharam aur ghabrahat dono ek sath thi.

Wo halki si kanpati hui awaaz mein boli, “Jiju… ye nahi kar sakti, please.”

Uss pal dono ke dil tez dhadak rahe the. Meri saansein uske hothon ko chu rahi thi Uski garmi meri baahon mein simat rahi thi. Bas ek aur kadam aur hamare rishte ki sari limit cross ho jati.

Lekin maine apni aankhen bandh karke uske hoth par ek lamba kiss karke usko aur control mein lane ki koshish kar raha tha. Aur wo mujhe itne hi josh mein support kar rahi thi.

Kya maine uss raat Ritika ko poori tarah apna bana liya? Ya wo ek kadam pehle hi ruk gayi?

Ye raaz main agle part mein bataunga.