Kumar Apartment : Season 2 – Part 73 (Shobha Bhabhi Ke Romance Ki Classes)
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Narrated by Shobha Hello, main Shobha bhabhi aur aaj meri kahani. Pichle baar aap logo ne dekha ki mere pati ke dost Tushaar unke kahne par bank ka manager bann kar aaya. Isse pahle Naveen aaya tha aur ab Tushaar. Mere pati mujh par apni pariksha chala rahe the aur main apni game. Par Tushaar ke sath main ek doosri hi khel khel rahi thi. Woh khel jisme main ek kafi seedhi sadhi pati vrata patni thi. Aur jise sex ke bare mein kafi jaankari nahi thi. Mere is naatak ka shikaar Tushaar ho gaya. Aur mujhe isme maza aane laga. Tushaar ki har baat par main uski tareef kar rahi thi. Taaki woh mann hi mann phulkar aur zyada bole aur mere sath flirt bhi kare. Ab aage. Tushaar bola ki uski biwi uske bina Goa gayi hui hai. Main chaokne ka naatak kar boli: Goa? Tumhare bina? Tushaar: Haan! Isme kya hai, ham kafi independent couple hai. Ek dusre par aisa koi rok tok nahi lagate ki ye na karo woh na karo. Main: Wow! Ab to sachme mujhe lag rahi hai ki mere pati ko tumhare paas tuition bhejni padegi. Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, bilkul jab woh aaye to bhej dena. Loan ke sath usko romance ke classes bhi de dunga. Main sharmati hui boli: Waise, unke aane se pahle bhi tum, kisi aor ki tuition le sakte ho. Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, ab woh kaon hai. Main honto ko kaat sharmaati hui boli: Main! Tushaar mujhe ek tak dekhne laga aur fir bola: Matlab? Main: Hmm, matlab ki tum kuch baate mujhe bhi bata sakte ho, agar tumhare paas waqt hai to. Tushaar: Are waqt to bohut hai, aaj waise bhi bank ki chutti haina to time hai. Janti thi ki ye yahi kahega, main boli: Hmmm, to kuch batao mujhe. Tushaar: Woh tum batao Shobha, tumhe kiss bare mein jaanni hai. Main: Par ek baat ka darr hai mujhe. Tushaar: Kiss baat ki? Main masoom si shakal banati hui boli: Ye baate mere husband ko na pata chale. Tushaar: Oh, uski tum chinta bilkul na karo. Waise bhi bank ka manager hun, client ka information raaz rakhna hamare bank ka niyam hai, ha-ha-ha! Main: To woh niyam yaha bhi nibhaoge? Pakka! Tushaar: Bilkul shobha, pakka, mujhpar bharosa rakho. Main: Theek hai, to fir batao ab. Theek usi waqt meri phone baj padi. Dekhi to Rakesh ka call aa raha tha, shayad woh janta tha ki is waqt Tushaar yahi hai. Main Tushaar se boli: Mere husband hai. Main phone uthayi aur Tushaar ko dekhti hui phone mein bolne lagi: Hello! Rakesh: Hello, kya kar rahi ho, subah call kiya tha, tum uthayi nahi. Main awaaz mein masumiyat ke sath boli: Haan ji woh mein kaam kar rahi thi kitchen mein. Rakesh: Kya hua, tum aise kyu baat kar rahi ho? Tabiyat to theek hai? Rakesh ko nahi pata tha ki main yaha Tushaar ke samne pati wrata aurat ban rahi thi. Nain boli: Woh bank ke manager yaha aaye hue hai. Rakesh: Oh! Waha hai kya? Main: Haan, woh kal ke paper pe theek se sign nahi hue the, to aaj manager sir hi aa gaye khud se. Rakesh: To hua nahi kya ab tak? Main: Nahi woh… Main Tushaar ko dekh halke se mukurayi aur phone mein aage boli: Woh mujhe documents ke bare mein bata rahe the, to wahi samjha rahe the. Rakesh: Oh, achcha! Main: Haan ji, woh bole ki aapke aane ke baad aapko bhi samjha denge par abhi pahle mujhe samjhane wale hai. Meri ye baat sun Tushaar muh par hath rakh muskurane laga. Rakesh: Aapko! Ha-ha-ha, bank manager aaya hai to mujhe aapko kahke bula rahi ho. Theek hai, jo hai woh khatm karke use sign karke dedo. Main: Haan ji theek hai. Rakesh: Ha-ha-ha, ji ki bachchi, theek hai main sham ko call karta hun to fir. Chalo bye. Love you. Main: Hmmm, ok. Bye. Rakesh: Ha-ha-ha, uske samne love you nahi bologi kya ji? Main phone kat di aur ek message bhejne lagi jab Tushaar mujhe dekh bola: Kya bole woh? Main phone mein apna kaam kar Tushaar se boli: Yahi ki documents ko samjhlo uske baad hi sign karna. Main mann mein sochne lagi ki mere pati soch rahe the ki main is bank manager ko sunane ke liye aise achchi patni bankar baat kar rahi hun. Par bechare mere pati ko kya pata, main yaha ye nautanki kiss iraade se kar rahi hun. Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, kaonse document samajhna hai? Main firse sharmati hui boli: Tushaar, aise mat bolo mujhe sharm aa jayegi. Tushaar: Yahi sharam to tumhe sabse alag banati hai. Main: Woh kyu? Tushaar: Sharmeeli ladkiyo ko bigaadne ka apna hi maza hai. Main: Ohh to tum mujhe bigaad doge? Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, ab bina bigde baat to nahi banegi. Main bhawro ko uthakar poochi: Kaonsi baat nahi banegi? Tushaar: Tumhare romance ke classes ki. Main sochne lagi ki ye mujhe bigadne ki baat kar raha hai. Par ye nahi jaanta ki main andar se kitni bigdi hui hun. Main boli: Hmmm, kahi tumhare mann mein kuch aur to nahi? Tushaar: Matlab, kuch aur kya ho sakta hai? Main to bas, tumhari madad kar raha hun. Main: Ok, to theek hai. Tushaar: To ab mujhse dil khol kar baat karo Shobha. Main: Dil khol kar matlab? Tushaar: Matlab ki bina kisi sharam ya darr ke, ye sochlo ki main koi aayina hun. Main: Ohh, tab to tum bohut kuch sunoge, ha-ha-ha! Tushaar: To sunaona Shobha. Main: Offo, class tum meri le rahe ho aur mujhe bolne ko kah rahe ho! Tushaar: Theek hai, pahli baat tumhe sikhane ko utna kuch hai nahi, problem shayad tumhare pati mein hai. Main: Kya problem? Tushaar: Tumhare pati ne abhi phone kiya tha, ek baar bhi ‘I love you’ bola? Waise to Rakesh ne bola tha lekin main jhoot boli: Nahi, nahi bole. Tushaar: Yahi to, banda romantic hai hi nahi. Main hota to phone mein love ke saath chummy bhi de deta. Main sharmati hui hass padi to woh aage bola: Waise main hota to phone mein bolne ki naobat hi nahi hoti. Main: Woh kyu? Tushaar: Main kabhi tumhe chor kar jata hi nahi. Main: Achcha! Woh kyu? Tushaar: Hamesha ghar pe hi rahta tumhare sath. Main: Kyu, woh to batao. Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, tum sachme sunna chahti ho? Main honto ko kaat boli: Haan, bataona. Tushaar: Wahi jo ek mard karta jise tum jaisi biwi milti. Main: Offo, tum khud bole ki dil khol kar baat karo aur ab khud hi ghuma firakar kah rahe ho. Tushaar: Ha-ha-ha, pata nahi kahi main kuch bolu aur zyada ho gaya aur tum mujhe laat maar kar ghar se bahar hi nikal de. Main: Aysi kya baat hai, batao to. Main tang par tang rakh boli: Nahi marungi laat, ab batao bhi. Tushaar: Ghar pe rahkar, bas tumhe pyar karta. Main: Pyar to mere husband bhi karte hai. Tushaar: Tum nadaan ho, baato ko samjhti nahi. Main: Kya matlab? Tushaar: Main sex ki baat kar raha hun. Main sharm bhari muskaan bana kar boli: Oh, achcha. Tushaar: Subah, dopahar, sham, raat, hamesha. Main: Itni bar! Tushaar: Haan, kai bar. Main: Naah, aisa thodi hota hai, sirf wahi karte rahe to ghar ke kaam main kaise karungi? Tushaar: Tum ghar ke kaam kar lena aur main tumhare sath,. Main: Woh kaise? Tushaar sofe se utha aur meri taraf aane laga, apne hath badakar bola: Aao, batata hun. Main sandeh mein pad gayi kya ye mujhe sachme ab chodne ki baat par utar aaya, mere chehre par sandeh dekh woh bola: Ha-ha-ha, ghabrao mat main kuch nahi karunga, bharosa rakho. Main uske hath mein hath di aur uth khadi hui. Tushaar: Ghar ki koi ek kaam batao. Main: Hmmm, khana banana. Tushaar mere hath ko pakad aage chalne laga to main boli: Kaha? Tushaar: Aao to, bharosa rakho. Main uske peeche gayi aur mujhe woh kitchen le gaya. Waha woh mujhe stove ke samne khada karwa kar bola: Ab socho ki tum khana bana rahi ho. Main sar ghuma kar use dekh boli: Ok, fir? Tushaar peeche se mere kamar par ek hath rakh mere kareeb aaya aur mere kaan mein bola: Jab tum khana banaogi to tumhare pati aise tumhare peeche aayenge. Uski garam sanse mere kaan mein gudgudi kar rahi thi, main boli: Fir. Uske ek hath mere kamar par rakhne par main kuch na boli. To apne dusre hath ko meri dusri taraf kamar par rakh bola: Aise peeche se tumhe komalta se pakdega. Main: Aur! Woh meri gand par apne uthte ubhar ko sata kar bola: Aise tumse chipak jayega. Main: Kyu? Woh meri kamar par apni pakad ko kasta hua apni ungliya dabakar bola: Kyu ki ham aise nahi hote agar main tumhara pati hota to. Main firse palat kar use dekh boli: To, kaise hote? Tushaar apne lund ke ubhar ko meri gand par dabata hua bola: Tab ham dono, kabhi bhi, ghar mein, aise kapde nahi pehne rahte. Main: To kya pehante? Tushaar: Main aur tum neeche kuch nahi pehante. Main shirt mein aur tum sirf suit mein aur kuch bhi nahi. Main: Hmmm, aisa kyu? Tushar firse aage dabata hua apne tann chuke lund ko meri gand par dabata hua bola: Taaki jab tum khana banao to main tumhe peeche se chod raha hota. Main jaanbooch kar awaaz mein sisak ke sath boli: Isss! Tushaar, kya kah rahe ho. Tushaar: Kyu bura laga. Main: Mmm, haan, Woh kitna ganda shabd hai. Tushaar firse waise hi meri gand par dabaaw deta hua bola: Kya sachem? Agar main tumhara pati hota, aur kahta, ki tumhe chodunga, to bura lagta tumhe? Main use aisa dikhana chahti thi mano woh mujhe apne shabdo ke aaghosh mein phasa raha ho. Aur main phas rahi hun, main dheemi awaaz mein boli: Isss, nahi. Tushaar: To, kaisa lagta. Main: Mmm, bohut achcha lagta. Tushar apne honto ko mere kaan par sahlata hua bola: Aise jab bhi tum khana banati to main tumhe chodte rahta. Main: Mmm. Tushaar: Ab bolo, aur kya kaam karti ho? Main: Jhadoo, ghar jhaadoo lagana. Tushar turant meri kamar se hath hataya aur peeche hat kar bola: To lagao jhadoo. Main palat kar use dekh boli: Abhi? Jab main palti to mujhe uske pant mein tanaav dikh gaya. Par main nazar andaaz kardi mano mujhe uske bare pata hi nahi chala. Tushaar: Haan, jhaadoo lekar hath mein pakdo. Agli cheez sikhata hun. Main aage badi aur darwaze ke peeche rakhi jhaadu lekar boli: Sachme tum mujhse jhadu lagwaaoge kya? Woh mere taraf bada aur mujhe mere kamar se pakad palatta hua mere peeche sat kar bola: Abhi main tumhe class de raha hun na. To master se sawaal nahi karte, jhadu lagao. Main thodi si jhuki jisse meri gand uske ubhaar ko daba gayi aur fir mein jhaadu lgati hui boli: Ab? Woh apna ek hath meri kamar se uthaya. Aur meri suit ke upar se meri gand par rakh bola: Jab tum jhadu lagaogi to main aise tumhe hath lagaunga. Main: Isss, Tushaar, kya kar rahe ho? Tushaar: Shhh, abhi main Tushaar nahi hun. Socho ki tumhara pati hun Shobha. Ye kahta hua woh meri gand ko dheere se dabane laga. Main boli: Mmm, ok. Woh ek aur baar dabaya. Fir apne hath ki ungliyo ke sath meri suit ke kapde ko meri gand ki darar mein dabata hua bola: Aur fir aise tumhari gand ko apni ungliyo se tarashunga. Main: Mmm, gand, Tushaar tum kitne gande ho. Tushaar: Shhh, Shobha, main tumhara pati hun, Tushaar nahi. Ye kahta hua woh apna hath meri gand se hata liya aur poocha: Agar tumhara pati ye kare aur kahe to ganda lagega kya? Main: Mmm, nahi. Woh kuch karne laga peeche aur kuch pal baad meri gand par kuch sataya aur main jaan gayi woh kya hai. Woh apne lund ko apne pant se nikal chukka tha aur use meri suit ke upar se meri gand par ragad raha tha. Par main anjaan bani rahi aur boli: Fir kya karoge? Is baar woh meri gand ki daraar mein apne tanne lund ko dhakelte hua bola: Chodunga! Firse chodunga tumhe aise khade rakh ke. Main: Mmmm, firse? Tushaar: Haan Shobha, firse, tumhe poore ghar ki jhaadu lagwate hue har jagah chalwate hue chodunga. Main: Mmm, tum gande ho par kitne romantic bhi ho. Tushaar dhake lagata hua bola: Ye tareeka pasand aaya? Main: Hmmm, bohut. Tushaar: Aur bolo, aur kya kaam karte ho? Main: Jhaadu lagane ke baad ghar ka pocha lagana? Tushaar: To jab tum mop se pocha lagaogi tab bhi main aise hi karunga. Main ise aur dilchasb banane ke liye boli: Mmm, par main mop nahi isthamal karti. Tushaar: Kyu? To kaise? Main: Mop se theek se hota nahi, main to apne haato se hi geele kapde ke sath karti hun. Tushaar: Woh kaise? Main sar palat kar use dekh boli: Ghutno par baith kar. Is baat par Tushaar ke lund ne meri gand par jhatka de mara, samajh gayi use ye baat kitni pasand aayi. Tushaar: Waah, woh to aur bhi achcha hai. Main anjaan si bankar boli: Woh kyu, usme kya hai? Tushaar: Zara dikhao na, tum kaise pocha lagati ho? Main: Ab tum mujhse pochcha bhi lagaoge? Tushaar: Nahi Shobha, bas waise baitho jaise tum pochcha lagati ho. Main: Hmmm, theek hai. Main samne jhukti hui. Apni gand uske tanne nange lund se achche se dabati hui ghodi ban boli: Aise, aise baith kar karti hun mein. Tushaar mere peeche khud bhi ghutno par baith mere kamar par hath rakh bola: Pata hai jab tum aise ghar ka pochcha lagaogi to main kya karunga? Main: Nahi, kya karoge? Tushaar peeche se mujhse satta hua meri suit ke nichle chor ko pakad meri kamar par rakh diya. Main kuch na boli. Who apne lund ko meri salwar ke sath gand aur jangh ke beech dabata hua bola: Main aise tumhare peeche akar tumhe firse chodunga. Main: Mmm, aise bhi karte hai kya? Tushaar: Haan. Ab woh dheere dheere apne lund ko meri jangho ke beech ghusate hue bola: Tum aise sare ghar mein ghutno par chalke pochcha lagaogi aur main tumhare peeche se chodta rahunga. Use ab bhi yahi lag raha tha ki main nahi jaanti ki woh apna lund bahar nikale hue hai. Main boli: Is, mmm, ye sochne mein kitna romantic lagta hai. Tushar: To socho karne mein kitna maza aayega? Pata hai is tareeke ko kya kahte hai? Main: Kya? Tushaar: Meri gand ko daboch dabata hua bola: Isse doggy style kahte hai. Main: Tumhara matlab kuta? Tushaar: Haan, jaise ek kuta kutiya ko chodta hai. Waise main tumhe tumhare chaar pairo par chodunga, Shobha. Main: Mmmm, tum sachme bohut gande ho par bohut romantic ho Tushaar, kash tum mere pati hote. Tushaar: Hota to? Hota to kya Shobha? Bolo… Main: Hota to… Tushaar apna hath meri kamar se samne mere salwaar ke naade tak le aaya. Main ye baat jaan rahi thi lekin anjaan banne mein fayda dikh rahi thi mujhe. Tushaar: Sharmao mat Shobha, bolo… Main: To main tumse abhi isi waqt… Is baat par woh mere salwaar ke naade ko kheech khola aur meri salwaar dheeli ho gayi. Tushaar apne awaaz mein zor deta hua bola: Isi waqt kya? Bolo Shobha! Main: Mmmm, main tumse isi waqt chodwati. Meri is baat par aur shayad mere muh se sunn woh poore josh mein aa gaya. Meri salwaar aur panti ki chor ko pakad neeche ki aur kheechta hua utarne laga. Main: Tushaar, ye, ye tum kya kar rahe ho? Tushaar: Wahi jo tum chahti ho apne pati se Shobha. Main: Par… par tum mere pati nahi ho. Tushaar: Ghabrao mat Shobha, tumhare ichcha ke bina main kuch nahi karunga. Main tumhe chode bina pati ka sukh dene ka tareeka dikhane wala hun. Main sochne lagi ki ise kya pata meri abhi chudhne ki kitni zyada ichcha ho rahi hai. Par main boli: Mmmm, woh kaise, Is par woh meri salwaar ko kheech meri jangho se neeche utarta hua ghutno tak le aaya. Fir thoda peeche hat kar jhuk kar apna muh meri gand ke paas le aaya aur bola: Jaanna chahogi, sex mein chodne ke alaawa aur kya kya hai? Main: Mmmm, agar tum sikha rahe ho to theek hai. Bas mujhe yahi kahne ki der thi. Tushaar apne haato se meri gand ko do taraf phailaya aur fir mujhe meri gand aur choot ke muh par garm hawa mehsoos hui. Woh apni sanso se meri ched par phook raha tha. Waise maine ye tareeka uske taraf se sochi nahi thi par mujhe maza aa rahi thi. Tushaar: Achcha laga? Main: Mmmm. Tushar apne chehre ko aur kareeb laya. Fir apne naak aur honto ko meri dono ched par dheere dheere satata hua sahlane laga. Main: Mmmm, Tushaar, ye kya kar rahe ho? Tushaar kuch na bola aur apni jeeb se meri choot se gand tak lambi chaat marne laga. Main is baar koi natak na kar saki, par sachme maze mein aati hui boli: Mmmm, Tushaar, tum kitne gande ho. Tushaar kuch pal aur chaatne ke baad bola: Main ganda hun? Main: Haan, warna kaon aise karta hai? Mere pati kabhi aise nahi karte. Tushaar: Main karta hun na, kya tumhe achcha nahi laga. Main bolna to chahti thi ki kafi maza hai isme. Par chup rahi apni sharmo haya dikhane ke liye to woh bola: Bolo Shobha, kya tumhe ye pasand aaya? Main: Mmmm. Tushaar ek aur baar meri choot se gand tak chaat bola: Mmmm kya, khul kar bolo. Main: Achcha laga, bohut. Tushaar wapas apna muh mere andar le gaya aur meri choot ko chatne laga. Apni jeeb se meri choot ki honto ke sath khelta to kabhi upar jakar meri gand ki ched par apni jeeb ki nok chubhata hua chaatta. Main maze leti hui uski ghodi bani rahi. Aur mann hi mann muskurati rahi ki Tushaar soch raha hai ki jeet woh raha hai par use meri niyaat ka koi andazaa nahi. Kuch der baad main boli: Mmm Tushaar. Woh peeche hat kar bola: Haan bolo Shobha. Main: Kya main galat kar rahi hun? Tushaar: Nahi Shobha, main to bas tumhe romance ke tareeke sikha raha hun. Main: Par kya main apne pati ko dhoka nahi de rahi? Tushaar: Agar tum aisa soch rahi ho to kya main apni patni ko dhoka nahi de raha? Main: Mmm. Tushaar: Ye bass main tumhari madad karne ke liye kar raha hun Shobha, aur kuch nahi mere mann mein. Main sochne lagi ki mujhe sab pata hai iske mann mein kya hai. Main boli: Mmm theek hai, to kya ham ye waha sofe par kare? Kyu ki mere ghutne dard kar rahe hai aise floor pe baithke. Woh dheere se uth khada hua aur meri kamar pakad mujhe bhi uthwate hue bola: Chalo udhar chalte hai. Jaise hi main uth khadi hui mere ghutne par tiki salwaar sarakti hui neeche paaw ke paas ja giri. Par meri panty mere ghutno par kasi rahi. Main use sharmati hui dekh boli: Oops, girr gayi. Woh apne paaw se salwaar ko dabata hua bola: Chalo paaw nikalo aur use yahi chor kar chalo. Main: Iske bina? Tushaar: Ab tumhari training mein iski zarurat nahi. Main dheere se ek paaw aur fir dusri nikalti hui khud ko ab sirf jangho tak lambi suit aur ghutno par phasi panti mein hokar khadi boli: Aur meri panti. Woh neeche dekha aur bola: Use abhi wahi rahne do. Main: Woh kyu? Tushar: Tumhe use aise apne ghutno par phasaye rakhe chalte dekhna chahta hun. Main sharmati hui boli: Tum sachme bohut besharam ho. Tushar meri kamar ko pakad mere peeche chipak bola: Kya tumhe is besharmi mein maza nahi aa raha? Sach batao. Main: Mmmm, aa to rahi hai. Ispar woh apne hath neeche le gaya. Aur meri suit ko upar uthakar meri nangi gand ko daboch bola: To fir maze lona. Kyu ye sab soch rahi ho? Main: Mmm, bas mere pati ke karan. Woh meri gand ko aur kasta hua pakad bola: Tumhare pati ko kabhi pata nahi chalega. Main apni biwi ki kasam kha kar kahta hun. Uska lund meri nangi gand par takra rahi thi. Mujhe ye bhi mehsoos ho rahi thi ki uska lund geele pani ki halki boonde bhi chor raha hai. Main boli: To chalona waha chalte hai ab. Woh dhakka deta hua mujhe aage chalwaya. Peeche se mujhe dekhne laga ki kis tarah main apni panti ko apni ghutno mein tika kar chal rahi hun. Main use palat kar dekh boli: Tumhe mujhe aise dekhne mein kafi maza aa raha hai kya? Tushaar: Haan, bohut, tum aise kafi sexy lag rahi ho. Ye kahte waqt use andaaza na raha ki uska ek hath apne lund ko hila raha hai. Use dekh main chaokne ka dhong kar boli: Ye, ye tum kya kar rahe ho. Tushaar: Woh maine socha ki tumhari sharam hatane ka yahi ek tareeka hai. Main: Kya matlab? Woh apne lund ko jhulata aur hilata hua apne akaar ko mujhe dikhakar bola: Yahi ki agar main thoda besharam ho jaun to shayad tumhari sharam nikal jaye aur tum poore mann se mere class ka maza lo. Main uske lund ko aise dekhne lagi mano maine kabhi lund dekha hi na ho. Woh poocha: Kya hua? Kabhi dekha nahi kya? Main honto ko kaat boli: Mmm, sirf apne pati ka dekhi hun, par woh itna bada nahi hai. Main jaanti thi kisi bhi mard ke lund ki akaar ka tareef kardo to woh khud ko duniya ka raja hi samajh leta hai. Aisa hi hua aur woh muskurata hua mere paas aaya aur bola: To achche se dekhlo Shobha, sharmao mat. Woh mere hath ko pakda aur apne lund ko meri hatheli mein dekar bola: Apni sharm ko door hatao aur batao kya ye sachme bada hai tumhare liye? Main uske lund ko apne hath mein leti hui boli: Hmmm, bada hai, aur mota bhi. Tushaar: Kya tumhe apne pati ke lund se chudne mein maza aata hai? Main: Hmmm, aata hai. Tushaar: To socho itne bade lund se kitna maza aayega? Main: Nahi baba, mere pati ka hi theek hai. Tushaar: Kyu? Main apni hath mein uske lund ko kasti hui boli: Itna mota to meri phaad hi dega. Woh mere hath ko pakda aur mujhe sakti ke sath palatta hua dhakel kar sofe par chahda kar ghutno par baitha diya. Uski is akramakta par main poochi: Ye tum kya kar rahe ho? Woh mere peeche tha aur neeche meri suit uthakar meri gand par hath sahlata hua bola: Kya tumhe sakt mard pasand nahi? Main: Sakt matlab? Romance mein sakt kyu? Main aage bolti isse pahle woh meri gand par thappad maar bola: Agar tumhara pati aise sakt hokar tumhari gand par thappad mare to tumhe achcha nahi lagega? Main uski maar ki chubhan mein boli: Ahhh, mmmm pata nahi. Woh ek aur thappad mara aur bola: Sach batao, kya tumhe achcha nahi lag raha? Main: Mmm, lag rahi hai. Woh apna hath mere jangho ke beech le gaya. Meri geeli choot ki honto ko marodta hua sahla kar bola: Agar tumhara pati ek sakt mard bankar choda to kya tumhe maza nahi aayega? Main: Mmmm, bohut, bohut maza ayega. Lekin Tushaar ki masti pe pani pherte hue usi waqt darwaaze ki ghanti baji. Aur woh chidta hua bola: Are yaar ab ye kaon hai? Bhale woh nahi jaanta tha. Lekin main jaanti thi ki ye kaon ho sakta hai. To be continued.