Namaste doston. Mera naam Mansi hai, aur main ek 27 saal ki shaadi-shuda aurat hu. Main achi dikhti hu. Rang bilkul gora, (like American Blonde) chehra saaf, kahin bhi badan par baalon ki namo-nishan nahi, aur khaas baat ye thi ki mera badan bahut tandurust aur sexy hai.
Mere pati mujhe roz gym bhejte the, yoga class karwate the, aur beauty parlour lagbhag har saptaah jaati thi apne baal aur skin ko sawaarne ke liye, oil massage aur pussy ko shave karne ke liye. Use sex mein bahut interest tha, aur wo chaahta tha ki main apne badan ko yakayak mast bana ke rakhu. Use mere boobs pasand the. Isiliye shaadi ke baad se meri chhaati par size badhane wali cream lagati thi.
Lagbhag teen saal mein mera size 38″ ho gaya tha. Meri waistline 28″ ki thi, aur uske baad hips 40″ ke the. Meri jaanghen (thighs) mast thi. Makkhan jaise soft aur bade-bade, phoole hue. Pussy gulabi thi, aur behad mulayam jo koi bhi mard ko bhaa jaye. Kam kapdon mein main bahut hot dikhti thi, aur kisi bhi mard ko vasna se pagal karne ki kabliyat thi meri.
Ek baar aisa hua ki mere husband ne ek nayi job le li, aur uska transfer Bihar ke Darbhanga zila mein ho gaya. Tankhwah achi thi, Bungalow aur gaadi bhi diye gaye the. Jo Bungalow hum logon ko mila, uski rakhwali karne ke liye ek Bihari aadmi tha. Uska naam tha Hiralal. Uski kaafi umar ho gayi thi, kareeb 60 ki.
Kaano mein lambe-lambe baal the, lekin sar bilkul ganja (bald) tha, aur skin kaali thi, koyle jaisi, aur ghane baalon se dhaki hui. Wo bahut hi hatte-katte aur kaafi mote the. Uske bade-bade hath the. Kaafi mota pichwada tha, badi-badi jaanghen, aur dekhne mein ek pehalwan jaisa lagta tha.
Wo shayad pan-masala khaata tha, isiliye uske daant kaale pad gaye the. Ganda dikhta tha. Kapde bhi gande the. Shayad nahata nahi tha. Usko jab main pehli baar dekhi, to mujhe acha nahi laga, kaale bhediye jaisa. Jab main gaadi se utri, to wo mujhe hawas bhari nazron se ghoor raha tha, uski nazar meri chhaati par thi. Mujhe darr bhi tha aur sharam bhi.
Mere husband sath the, isiliye us din maine ek bahut hi low-cut blouse pehna tha, jisme kareeb poore boobs aaram se dikh jaate the. Peeth bhi poori nangi thi neeche tak. Saree pehni hui thi, aur shayad ghabrahat mein mera pallu Hiralal ke saamne gir gaya tha.
Fir usne usne bhare boobs ko achi tarah se dekh liya. Uski aankhe badi ho gaye mere boobs dekh kar, aur wo aankhen phaad kar dekhta raha. Wo jeebh se apne hontho ko sehla raha tha. Mere aadhe nange badan ne use hawas aur vaasna se bhar diya tha. Mujhe achi tarah yaad nahi kitni der tak main uske saamne thi, lekin baad mein jo hadse hone lage, usme mujhe sab kuch pata chal gaya.
Main gaadi mein samaan ko ikattha kar rahi thi, jab achanak se “click” ki awaaz mere kaano mein padi. Jab main sar utha kar dekhi to pata chala ki Hiralal gaadi ke darwaze par tha, aur mere boobs ki photo nikaal raha tha.
“Photo mat lo”, maine kaha “Ye achi baat nahi. Please delete kar do.”
“Ghabrao nahi malkin, ye sirf main aur mere kuch khaas dost hi dekhenge. Aapke boobs bahut hi pyare hai.”
“Chee! Gandi baatein mujhe pasand nahi”, maine jawab diya.
“Isme gandagi ki kya baat hai Malkin? Sundar boobs hai aapke, aur poore khule bhi rakhte ho sab ko dikhane ke liye. To fir koi dekhe to ghabrahat kyun?”, wo muskurate hue bola.
Uske muh se ye sab gandi baat sun kar main hairan ho gayi. Bilkul besharam tha buddha. Mann hi mann khud ki tareef achi bhi lagi, kyunki kisi ne bhi aisa nahi kaha tha mujhe directly. Bahut laaj aa rahi thi kyunki usne bola uske doston ko bhi dikhayega.
Gaadi mein baith kar main apna samaan le rahi thi jab wo bhi gaadi ke andar aa gaya, aur mere paas baith gaya. Wo bhi madad karne ke bahane paas aaya aur mera ek boob daboch liya uske bhaari hatho mein.
“Kya kar rahe ho?”, main poochi.
Apne hatho se koshish kar rahi thi uske hath ko nikaal fenku, par nahi nikaal saki. Zor se mera boob jakad rakha tha usne.
“Ghabraiye nahi malkin, zara pyar kar lu”, usne bola, aur usne mere chhoti fitting waale blouse se poora boos nikaal liya, aur masalne laga zor-zor se.
“Koi dekh lega”, main daanti usko, “Pati bhi hai sath mein, chhodho.”
Us samay koi nahi tha. Husband ghar ke andar chale gaye the samaan rakhne ke liye.
“Do minute rukiye malkin”, usne bola, meri bilkul nangi chuchiyon ko nichodhte hue. Bahut chaalu tha buddha.
Gaadi ki backseat mein baith kar main use rok rahi thi, lekin wo kyun chhodhta mujhe asaani se? Mauka acha tha uske liye.
“Bahut komal ho aap malkin, makkhan jaisi”, usne bola.
Sharam se paani-paani ho rahi thi main. Shareer andar se bahut hot ho gaya tha uske bhaari hatho mein. Wo zor se masal raha tha dono boobs, jaise aatta goonth raha ho.
“Hiralal ji, chhodhiye please”, maine binti ki. Aur koi chaara nahi tha.
“Ek minute shanti se baitho. Zara parakh lu aapko.”
Main kuch der baith gayi, aur wo mere boobs ko dekh raha tha, aur zor-zor se dabate hue maza le raha tha ache se.
Itne mein mere husband ki awaaz aayi, aur jhat se wo mujhe chhodh diya. Bach gayi main.
Chaalu Bihari samaan uthane ke dikhawa karne laga. Main samajh gayi ki uska irada nek nahi tha. Pehli baar kisi gair mard ka hath meri chuchiyon ko chhua, wo bhi bilkul nangi. Mujhe ghinn aa rahi thi is harkat se.
“Aa jao malkin, andar chalte hai. Aapko naya ghar dikhayenge”, usne hass kar kaha mujhe, aur mera hath uske hatho mein lekar mujhe Bungalow ke andar le jaane laga. Maine apna hath chhudhwane ki koshish ki, lekin usne zor se jakad rakha tha, aur masal raha tha. Mere komal hatho ko chhoo kar use kaafi maza aa raha tha hoga.
“Hath chhodho mera”, main gusse se boli.
“Koi nahi dekhega”, usne jawab diya.
Husband ne ye sab nahi dekha, shukar hai. Kyunki wo samaan utaar raha tha gaadi se.
Uska pehla din tha office mein, isliye wo mujhe chhodh kar office jaane waale the.
“Malkin ka khayaal rakhna, Hiralal ji”, usne kaha.
“Saab aap jaiye. Chinta ki koi baat nahi. Main Malkin ka poori tarah se khayaal rakhunga. Sab kaam kar doonga. Aap nischint hoke jaiye.
“Main office se phone karunga. Agar kuch dikkat hui to bol dena. Late ho jaunga shaam ko. Aur ek baat, koi bhi problem hone par phone kar dena. Mera number to hai aapke pass?”
“Ji saab ji, hai, main phone kar doonga aapko”, Hiralal bole.
“Dekho Mansi tum yaha nayi ho. Hiralal ko saari jaankari hai, to wo jaisa bole tum karna”, hubby ne mujhe kaha. “Karogi na?” wo pooche. Wo nahi dekhe ki mera hath us Bihari ke hath mein tha.
“Ji theek hai”, maine jawab diya. Mann hi mann soch rahi thi ki kyun usne aisa kaha Hiralal ke saamne. Ghabrahat ho rahi thi.
“Sune ho malkin? Abhi aap meri nigrani mein rahoge”, wo Bihari ne mujhko bola. “Meri baat maanni padegi.” Maine koi jawab nahi diya, isliye wo fir bola, “Sunte liya, Malkin?”
“Haa suna”, maine jawab diya. Doosra koi chaara nahi tha.
“Main office ke liye nikalta hu Mansi, der ho rahi hai”, husband ne bola. Aisa keh kar wo apni gaadi mein baithe, aur chale gaye.
Uske aage kya hua, wo aapko is Sex Kahani ke agle part mein pata chalega.
Agla bhaag padhe:- Bihari Buddha Naukar-2