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Super update**Chapter 01 - Recollection**
Mera naam hai Sameer Sharma, umar 30 saal, aur meri ek mast sexy biwi hai, Rita Yadav, aur ek pyaara sa 3 saal ka beta. Bas ek dukh hai ki meri maa jab main 26 ka tha tab mar gayi, aur mujhe aur mere 50 saal ke baap ko akela chhod gayi.
Maa ke marne ke ek saal baad, maine apni college ki 7 saal ki girlfriend Rita Yadav se shaadi kar li. Shaadi ke ek saal baad, humara beta Raj Sharma paida hua, aur ghar mein khushi aur masti bhar di.
Maa ke jaane ke baad, main apne ab 54 saal ke baap ki chinta mein laga raha. Lekin mujhe kya pata tha ki yeh sab ek gandi kahani ka shuruaat ban jayega.
Mera baap, Ramlal Sharma,ek sidha-sada kisaan hai. Gaon mein paida hua, wahi ka khetibari ka kaam karta tha. Jab main college mein tha, toh woh season khatam hone ke baad shehar aata tha aur mazdoori karke meri padhai ka kharcha uthata tha. Bahut mehnati aur simple aadmi hai woh. Saalon ki mehnat ki wajah se uska badan ekdum tagda hai, aur rang thoda kaala hai. Rita aur meri shaadi ke baad, humne Nightfall City mein ek flat khareeda. Baap ko bhi gaon se yahan le aaya taaki uska khayal rakha ja sake. Aur waise bhi, hum dono kaam mein busy rehte hain, toh baap humare bacche ki dekhbhaal mein madad karta tha.
Meri biwi Ritameri college ki saathi thi. Main economics aur trade mein tha, aur woh arts mein, fashion design padhti thi kyunki uski shakal aur figure mast thi. 5.7 foot lambi, badi-badi aankhein, rasile hoth, aur 34D ke bade-bade chuchi, sab uski sundarta ko chaar chaand laga dete the. Woh university ki etiquette team mein bhi thi.
Humari mulakaat ek fresher-senior mixer event mein hui. Main ek solo performance de raha tha, aur student council president ne bola ki agar beech mein koi ladki mere saath naache toh maza aayega. Usne meri ab ki biwi Rita ko mera dance partner banaya. Rita etiquette team mein thi aur arts department ki thi, toh sundar hone ke saath-saath naachna bhi jaanti thi. Bas, mixer se pehle aadhe mahine tak hum rehearsal room mein milte rahe, aur dheere-dheere ek doosre ke kareeb aaye. Hume pata chala ki humare bahut se shauq aur pasand ek jaise hain.
Ek saal baad ek shaam, maine usko school ke playground pe apne dil ki baat boli, aur usne haan kar di. Graduation se lekar naukri tak, hum saath rahe. Mulakaat se shaadi tak 7 saal saath bitaye. Rita bahut sundar hai, lekin shant aur sadi si ladki hai. Relationship mein hum sirf kissing tak hi gaye the. Shaadi ki raat ko hi pehli baar uski choot ka maza liya.
Main ab ek bade supermarket ka operations manager hoon, aur Rita ek clothing company mein designer hai. Uska kaam thoda flexible hai, lekin mera time bilkul pagalpan wala hai, overtime karna padta hai. Ghar aata hoon toh Rita kab ki chhutti pe hoti hai. Ek faida yeh hai ki uske haath ka mast khana khaane ko milta hai.
Rita aur meri chudai ki zindagi bhi thik-thak chalti thi, hafte mein ek-do baar, har baar 10 minute tak lund choot mein ghusata tha. Rita shant aur conservative hai, lekin chudai mein thodi khuli hui hai. Jab woh apni naachti kamar hila-hila ke mere lund pe chadhkar uchalti hai, toh raha nahi jaata. Uski awaaz meethi hai, toh uske siskiyon ka shor ekdum jannat ka gaana lagta hai, aur jaldi jhad jaata hoon.
Lekin yeh khushi zyada din nahi chali. Raj ke paida hone ke ek saal baad, ek raat 3 baje bathroom gaya toh pet ke neeche dard utha. Hospital pahuncha toh pata chala kidney mein pathri hai aur hydronephrosis bhi. Pathri badi thi, operation se dard gaya, lekin shock wave therapy se kidney ko chot lagi, aur peshaab mein khoon aane laga.
Dawaiyon ke sahaare theek hua, lekin theek hone ke baad chudai mein dil nahi lagta tha. Rita ke saath lund khada karne ki koshish karta, lekin 2-3 minute mein hi dheela pad jaata. Rita mujhe tasalli deti ki bimaari aur kaam ke pressure ki wajah se hai, aaram karo. Lekin kabhi raat ko utha toh dekha woh chupke se apni choot mein ungli daal ke maza le rahi thi. Tab samajh aaya ki main ab uski choot ki pyaas nahi bujha sakta.
Din guzarte gaye, aur 6 mahine ho gaye Rita ke saath thik se chudai kiye. Khud ko josh dilane ke liye online gandi kahaniyaan padhne laga. Bahut tarah ki kahaniyaan thi, lekin ek din jab incest aur cuckold wali kahani padhi, toh lund ekdum garam ho gaya aur ruk nahi paaya. Mujhe kabhi nahi pata tha ki meri gand itni gandi hai.
Ek din Sasur aur bahu ki chudai ki kahani padhi, aur dil dhadak gaya. Usme likha tha ki pati aur bahu ne plan banaya ki biwi baap ke lund ka khayal rakhe, aur dheere-dheere baap aur bahu mein chudai shuru ho gayi. Yeh padh ke mera lund khada ho gaya, pehle se bhi zyada tight. Bathroom mein phone leke muth maari, bahut saara maal nikla aur maza aaya.
Jhadne ke baad bistar pe leta, so rahi Rita ko dekha, aur socha agar woh kahani ki bahu hoti aur agle kamre mein sota mere pitaji Ramlal Sasur hota. Kahani ke scene yaad karke dekha toh abhi jhada hua lund phir khada ho gaya. Aam taur pe 2 ghante chahiye hote hain, lekin abhi toh 30 minute bhi nahi hue the. Raha nahi gaya, phir bathroom gaya aur muth maari, bahut sukoon mila.
Bistar pe wapas aaya toh dimaag ghoom gaya. Main is tarah ke scene mein itna kyun pagal ho raha hoon? Kya main sach mein ganda hoon? Agle kuch din kaam pe dhyan lagaya, lekin raat ko Rita aur Pitaji ki chudai ke khayal aate aur bathroom mein muth maarne jata. Yeh bhi lagne laga ki unki chudai soch ke muth maarna, Rita ke saath chudai se zyada maza deta hai. Samajh gaya ki maine galti se ek ganda dabba khol diya hai, aur ab wapas nahi ja sakta.
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**Chapter 02 : Descision**
Us din se, jab bhi main kaam karne ki koshish karta hoon, mera dimaag idhar-udhar bhatakta hai. Woh pagal article baar-baar yaad aata hai—sasur aur bahu ke beech chudai ka scene. Jab Rita office se ghar aati hai, toh dil mein khayal aata hai ki agar woh aur pitaji office mein akele hote, toh kya hota? Dil mein ek Junoon sa chadh gaya hai. Kya sach mein aisa ho sakta hai jaise article mein tha?
Nah, bhenchod, bilkul nahi. Us kahani mein patni apni pati ko manata hai, aur uske haan bolne ke baad hi woh sasur ko choot dikhane lagti hai. Mere liye toh yeh pehla step hi impossible hai. Matlab, yeh bas ek novel hai na? Agar main abhi Rita se kahu ki Apni sasur ko choot dikhao, toh woh ya toh mujhe gaaliyan degi ya seedha pagal khane bhej degi.
Ek raat main ghar aaya, pitaji humare bete raj ke saath khel rahe the. Table pe khana rakha tha, aur Rita apne nightgown mein safai kar rahi thi. Pitaji humare saath rehta hai, par Rita hamesha bade conservative kapde pehenti hai, garmi mein bhi.
Par aaj, safai ke chakkar mein, Rita baar-baar jhuk rahi thi—sofa aur TV cabinet ke neeche jhaadu laga rahi thi. Uska nightgown conservative tha, par thodi si neckline dheeli thi. Har baar jab woh jhukti, mujhe uski chuchi aur gehri cleavage dikh jaati. Uski chuchi toh bharpoor hai, ekdum mast.
Adult novels ke scenes yaad karke, main pitaji ko dekhne laga ki kya woh Rita ki chuchi ko ghoorega. Par khaate-khaate dekha toh pitaji ne sirf ek baar galti se dekha. Fir turant peeth kar li aur raj ke saath khelta raha, mudke bhi nahi dekha.Kahani se bilkul alag, par samajh aata hai. Pitaji ek sidha-sada kisaan hai, purane khayalat ka. Uske liye bahu beti jaisi hoti hai. Koi baap apni beti ki chuchi ko nahi taadta, toh sasur aur bahu ka toh sawal hi nahi. Jab usne Rita ki chuchi dekhi, toh bina soche nazar hata li. Purane log aise hi hote hai. Agar galti se bhi dekhta, toh shayad guilt se mar jata.
Bhenchod, sar dard karne laga. Rita conservative hai, woh kabhi nahi manegi, aur pitaji bhi waisa hi hai. Logic bhi hai—meri naukri ki wajah se mujhe neend mein bhi call aate hai, toh main halka sota hoon. Thodi si awaaz se uth jata hoon.
Us raat, bed thoda hila toh main jaag gaya. Chand ki roshni mein dekha, Rita chupke se apni choot sehla rahi thi. Apna neechla honth daant se daba rakha tha, ek haath chuchi pe, doosra choot mein chal raha tha. Aankhein band thi, par thodi der baad ruk gayi aur ek lambi saans li—shayad uski choot ko mazaa nahi mila.
Main aankhein meech ke Rita ko dekha jab usne meri taraf mudke mera chehra chhua. Kitna pyar se. Hum dono mein kabhi badi ladai nahi hoti, chhoti-chhoti baatein hoti hai jo agle din bhool jaate hai. Humara rishta hamesha solid raha hai, pyar se bhara hua.
Rita mujhe dekhti rahi, uska sundar chehra sharma raha tha. Main samajh gaya woh kitni bhaavuk hai. Main uski choot ki pyaas nahi mita sakta, aur khud sehlaane se bhi uski choot shant nahi hoti. Agar woh mujhse itna pyar na karti, toh shayad apni choot ki bhookh ke chakkar mein chudai ke liye kisi aur ke lund ke paas chali jati. Par mera pyar usse rokta hai, woh kabhi dhoka nahi degi.
Aaj Rita 30 ki ho gayi, jab choot ki bhookh peak pe hoti hai. Main uski zaroorat samajhta hoon. Apne lund ka haal bura hai. Jab woh so gayi, maine uske chehre pe halka sa chuma diya.
Ek aur weekend, aur finally overtime nahi! Ek din aaram se guzar sakta hai. Pitaji couch pe raj ke saath khel rahe the, aur Rita kitchen mein khana bana rahi hai. Aaj rare family day hai, toh woh khane mein full josh laga rahi hai. Aur main? Main is mauke ka fayda utha ke ghar ke kaam kar raha hoon—jhaadu, pocha, kooda nikalna.
Humara bedroom saaf karke main pitaji ke kamre mein gaya. Rita aur main dono kaam mein busy rehte hai, toh ghar ke kaam ke liye time hi nahi milta.
Pitaji apna kamra aur living room sambhalte hai, hum dono apna kamra. Shayad pitaji ko humare bedroom mein aana ajeeb lagta hai, toh woh kabhi saaf nahi karte. Aaj thoda free time mila, toh maine pitaji ke kamra aur living room dono saaf karne ka socha.
Pitaji ke kamre mein farsh saaf kar raha tha jab bed ke paas ek chhota sa nishaan dikha. Ek sookha hua drop tha, safed jaise anda ka safed hissa, koi smell nahi. Dil zor se dhadka. Kya yeh...?
Tabhi nazar padi pitaji ke bedside table ke neeche rakhe kachre ke dabbe pe, jo tissue se bhara tha. Dheere se tissue nikale aur khole—andar ek chipchipi cheez thi, anda ke safed jaisi, par usme mardo wali wahi khushboo. Koi shak nahi—yeh lund ka paani tha.
Kya yeh Rita aur pitaji ki chudai ka saboot hai? Nah, bhenchod, bilkul nahi. Ghar mein sab normal hai. Tissue ki sookhi halat se lagta hai yeh kal raat ka hai. Rita raat bhar mere saath thi, agar woh chupke se uthi hoti, toh mujhe pata chal jata.
Ek hi jawab hai—pitaji ne bed pe baith ke apna lund hilaya hoga, aur kuch boonde farsh pe gir gayi. Baaki ko tissue se saaf karke kachre mein fenk diya. Agar main farsh pe nishaan na dekhta aur kachra na check karta, toh pata hi nahi chalta ki pitaji raat ko lund hila rahe the. Use shayad nahi pata ki thodi boonde gir gayi.
Pitaji 54 ka hai, par usko choot ki bhookh abhi bhi hai. Mom ke guzre chaar saal ho gaye, toh woh apne lund ko khud shant karta hoga. Sochke thodi si taras aayi. Usne mujhe pala, bada kiya, aur ab apni biwi ke bina apne lund ka khud dhyan rakhna padta hai. Main uske liye sab kuch de sakta hoon, par chudai ka sukh nahi.
Rita ki choot pyaasi hai, woh khud sehlaati hai, aur pitaji bhi wahi hal mein hai. Dono kitne perfect match hai—ek doosre ki choot aur lund ki pyaas kyun nahi mita dete? Sochta hoon toh lagta hai ghar mein asli outsider main hoon.
Par agar yeh Rita ki choot ki zaroorat aur pitaji ke lund ke sukh ka solution hai, toh meri sundar, pyari biwi ko us sidhe-sade, mazboot pitaji ke saath dekhne ka khayal dil mein ajeeb si thrill jagata hai. Par yeh kaise karu?
Raha nahi gaya, maine faisla kar liya ki chahe jo ho, Rita aur pitaji ko ek doosre ke kareeb launga. Ek pati hone ke naate, main apni biwi aur sasur ke beech chudai ka dalal banunga.
Us din se, jab bhi main kaam karne ki koshish karta hoon, mera dimaag idhar-udhar bhatakta hai. Woh pagal article baar-baar yaad aata hai—sasur aur bahu ke beech chudai ka scene. Jab Rita office se ghar aati hai, toh dil mein khayal aata hai ki agar woh aur pitaji office mein akele hote, toh kya hota? Dil mein ek Junoon sa chadh gaya hai. Kya sach mein aisa ho sakta hai jaise article mein tha?
Nah, bhenchod, bilkul nahi. Us kahani mein patni apni pati ko manata hai, aur uske haan bolne ke baad hi woh sasur ko choot dikhane lagti hai. Mere liye toh yeh pehla step hi impossible hai. Matlab, yeh bas ek novel hai na? Agar main abhi Rita se kahu ki Apni sasur ko choot dikhao, toh woh ya toh mujhe gaaliyan degi ya seedha pagal khane bhej degi.
Ek raat main ghar aaya, pitaji humare bete raj ke saath khel rahe the. Table pe khana rakha tha, aur Rita apne nightgown mein safai kar rahi thi. Pitaji humare saath rehta hai, par Rita hamesha bade conservative kapde pehenti hai, garmi mein bhi.
Par aaj, safai ke chakkar mein, Rita baar-baar jhuk rahi thi—sofa aur TV cabinet ke neeche jhaadu laga rahi thi. Uska nightgown conservative tha, par thodi si neckline dheeli thi. Har baar jab woh jhukti, mujhe uski chuchi aur gehri cleavage dikh jaati. Uski chuchi toh bharpoor hai, ekdum mast.
Adult novels ke scenes yaad karke, main pitaji ko dekhne laga ki kya woh Rita ki chuchi ko ghoorega. Par khaate-khaate dekha toh pitaji ne sirf ek baar galti se dekha. Fir turant peeth kar li aur raj ke saath khelta raha, mudke bhi nahi dekha.Kahani se bilkul alag, par samajh aata hai. Pitaji ek sidha-sada kisaan hai, purane khayalat ka. Uske liye bahu beti jaisi hoti hai. Koi baap apni beti ki chuchi ko nahi taadta, toh sasur aur bahu ka toh sawal hi nahi. Jab usne Rita ki chuchi dekhi, toh bina soche nazar hata li. Purane log aise hi hote hai. Agar galti se bhi dekhta, toh shayad guilt se mar jata.
Bhenchod, sar dard karne laga. Rita conservative hai, woh kabhi nahi manegi, aur pitaji bhi waisa hi hai. Logic bhi hai—meri naukri ki wajah se mujhe neend mein bhi call aate hai, toh main halka sota hoon. Thodi si awaaz se uth jata hoon.
Us raat, bed thoda hila toh main jaag gaya. Chand ki roshni mein dekha, Rita chupke se apni choot sehla rahi thi. Apna neechla honth daant se daba rakha tha, ek haath chuchi pe, doosra choot mein chal raha tha. Aankhein band thi, par thodi der baad ruk gayi aur ek lambi saans li—shayad uski choot ko mazaa nahi mila.
Main aankhein meech ke Rita ko dekha jab usne meri taraf mudke mera chehra chhua. Kitna pyar se. Hum dono mein kabhi badi ladai nahi hoti, chhoti-chhoti baatein hoti hai jo agle din bhool jaate hai. Humara rishta hamesha solid raha hai, pyar se bhara hua.
Rita mujhe dekhti rahi, uska sundar chehra sharma raha tha. Main samajh gaya woh kitni bhaavuk hai. Main uski choot ki pyaas nahi mita sakta, aur khud sehlaane se bhi uski choot shant nahi hoti. Agar woh mujhse itna pyar na karti, toh shayad apni choot ki bhookh ke chakkar mein chudai ke liye kisi aur ke lund ke paas chali jati. Par mera pyar usse rokta hai, woh kabhi dhoka nahi degi.
Aaj Rita 30 ki ho gayi, jab choot ki bhookh peak pe hoti hai. Main uski zaroorat samajhta hoon. Apne lund ka haal bura hai. Jab woh so gayi, maine uske chehre pe halka sa chuma diya.
Ek aur weekend, aur finally overtime nahi! Ek din aaram se guzar sakta hai. Pitaji couch pe raj ke saath khel rahe the, aur Rita kitchen mein khana bana rahi hai. Aaj rare family day hai, toh woh khane mein full josh laga rahi hai. Aur main? Main is mauke ka fayda utha ke ghar ke kaam kar raha hoon—jhaadu, pocha, kooda nikalna.
Humara bedroom saaf karke main pitaji ke kamre mein gaya. Rita aur main dono kaam mein busy rehte hai, toh ghar ke kaam ke liye time hi nahi milta.
Pitaji apna kamra aur living room sambhalte hai, hum dono apna kamra. Shayad pitaji ko humare bedroom mein aana ajeeb lagta hai, toh woh kabhi saaf nahi karte. Aaj thoda free time mila, toh maine pitaji ke kamra aur living room dono saaf karne ka socha.
Pitaji ke kamre mein farsh saaf kar raha tha jab bed ke paas ek chhota sa nishaan dikha. Ek sookha hua drop tha, safed jaise anda ka safed hissa, koi smell nahi. Dil zor se dhadka. Kya yeh...?
Tabhi nazar padi pitaji ke bedside table ke neeche rakhe kachre ke dabbe pe, jo tissue se bhara tha. Dheere se tissue nikale aur khole—andar ek chipchipi cheez thi, anda ke safed jaisi, par usme mardo wali wahi khushboo. Koi shak nahi—yeh lund ka paani tha.
Kya yeh Rita aur pitaji ki chudai ka saboot hai? Nah, bhenchod, bilkul nahi. Ghar mein sab normal hai. Tissue ki sookhi halat se lagta hai yeh kal raat ka hai. Rita raat bhar mere saath thi, agar woh chupke se uthi hoti, toh mujhe pata chal jata.
Ek hi jawab hai—pitaji ne bed pe baith ke apna lund hilaya hoga, aur kuch boonde farsh pe gir gayi. Baaki ko tissue se saaf karke kachre mein fenk diya. Agar main farsh pe nishaan na dekhta aur kachra na check karta, toh pata hi nahi chalta ki pitaji raat ko lund hila rahe the. Use shayad nahi pata ki thodi boonde gir gayi.
Pitaji 54 ka hai, par usko choot ki bhookh abhi bhi hai. Mom ke guzre chaar saal ho gaye, toh woh apne lund ko khud shant karta hoga. Sochke thodi si taras aayi. Usne mujhe pala, bada kiya, aur ab apni biwi ke bina apne lund ka khud dhyan rakhna padta hai. Main uske liye sab kuch de sakta hoon, par chudai ka sukh nahi.
Rita ki choot pyaasi hai, woh khud sehlaati hai, aur pitaji bhi wahi hal mein hai. Dono kitne perfect match hai—ek doosre ki choot aur lund ki pyaas kyun nahi mita dete? Sochta hoon toh lagta hai ghar mein asli outsider main hoon.
Par agar yeh Rita ki choot ki zaroorat aur pitaji ke lund ke sukh ka solution hai, toh meri sundar, pyari biwi ko us sidhe-sade, mazboot pitaji ke saath dekhne ka khayal dil mein ajeeb si thrill jagata hai. Par yeh kaise karu?
Raha nahi gaya, maine faisla kar liya ki chahe jo ho, Rita aur pitaji ko ek doosre ke kareeb launga. Ek pati hone ke naate, main apni biwi aur sasur ke beech chudai ka dalal banunga.
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**Chapter 03 "Preparation"**
Toh bhai, jab maine Pitaji aur Rita ko jodne ka plan banaya, asli mazaa tab aaya jab sochna pada ki yeh khel kaise khela jaye. Sabse pehle, mujhe ek pakka plan chahiye tha. Kaam ke chakkar mein din bhar ghar se bahar rehta hoon, toh ghar pe kya chal raha hai, uska hisaab rakhna zaroori tha. Isliye maine socha, kyun na thodi si chhupa-chhupi wali technology lagayi jaye.
Aajkal ke zamane mein itna advanced samaan milta hai, chhote-chhote gadgets jo bilkul dikhte nahi. Bathroom ke stall pe likhe ads bhi kaam aate hain kabhi-kabhi. Wahi se ek “spy camera” ka number mila. Maine call kiya, unhone ek website di, aur waha se maine do mast cheezein pick ki—ek wall socket jaisa camera, aur doosra light switch jaisa. Chhupa hua, bilkul ninja style. Maine ek Pitaji ke bistar ke upar laga diya, ek apne kamre mein, aur baaki bathroom aur living room mein—total cheh cameras, ghar ka har kone ka hisaab.
Thodi si dikkat? Yeh gadgets sirf video record karte hain, live feed nahi, aur 48 ghante se zyada nahi chalte. Khair, sab set karne ke baad, maine agla step sochna shuru kiya.
Main aksar raat ko kaam karta hoon ghar pe, toh jab Rita so jati hai, tab main sota hoon. Uske sote waqt, main computer pe software kholta hoon aur din bhar ki recording check karta hoon. Pehle kuch din toh kuch khaas nahi hua. Lekin kal ki footage ne meri ummeed jaga di.
Kaam khatam karne se pehle, Rita apne bedroom mein safai kar rahi thi, aur Pitaji living room mein TV pe aankhein gadaye baithe the. Bedroom ka darwaza khula tha, aur Rita bistar bana rahi thi, jhadoo laga rahi thi, aur thodi si chamak-dhamak kar rahi thi. Usne apna wahi purana nightgown pehna tha, lekin jhukne aur tirchhi hone mein uski chuchi aur chootad ke thodi-thodi jhalak mil rahi thi.
Bedroom ka darwaza seedha living room ke sofa ki taraf khulta hai, toh Pitaji TV dekhte hue bhi ek nazar se sab dekh sakte the. Pehle toh woh TV mein doobe the, lekin beech-beech mein Rita ki taraf aankh utha ke dekhte. Thodi der baad unki nazar baar-baar udhar hi jane lagi.
Bhale hi woh Rita ka sasur ho, Pitaji ne koshish ki nazar na pade. Lekin bhai, Rita ka figure itna mast hai, koi bhi roke na ruk paye. Pitaji gaon ke seedhe-saadhe aadmi hain, waha shayad aisi item kabhi dekhi na ho. Kitna bhi shareef ho, mard toh mard hai—sundar aurat ko ghoorega hi. Pitaji ne Rita ko aadhe ghante tak ghoora, aur Rita ko kuch pata bhi nahi chala.
Safai ke baad, Rita aur Pitaji ne saath khana khaya. Rita Pitaji ke saath badi pyaari aur respectful hai. Dono ne kaam ki thodi hasi-mazaak wali baatein ki, aur Pitaji ka wahi gaon wala smile chamak raha tha. Uske baad kuch nahi hua jab tak main ghar nahi aaya.
Maine recording Pitaji ke kamre ki taraf switch ki, jaha woh apni kitab padh rahe the, jaise hamesha karte hain. Gaon se aaye hote hue bhi, Pitaji ko novel padhne ka bada shauk hai, toh maine unke liye dher saari kitaabein rakhi hui hain.
Pitaji lambi der tak padh rahe the, aur main sone wala tha ki tabhi mazaa aaya. Unhone kitab side pe rakhi, uth ke baithe, aur apna underwear utarna shuru kiya. Andar se unka kaala, dheela lund bahar aaya. Dheela hua bhi mera jab khada hota hai, uske barabar—lagbhag 4.7 inch. Maine pehle kabhi Pitaji ko nanga nahi dekha tha, toh yeh naya tamasha tha.
Underwear utarne ke baad, Pitaji ne apne haath se lund hilana shuru kiya. Jitna hilaya, utna lund sakht hota gaya. Jab poora khada ho gaya, main dang reh gaya—kaafi 7.1 inch ka hoga, mota supada aur kaali, nas wali shaft. Dil mein thodi si jaln hui. Socho, itna bada lund kisi aurat ko kitna khush karega. Yeh genes mujhe kyun nahi mile?
Pitaji haath chalaate rahe, speed badhate hue. Man mein khayal aaya—kya woh Rita ke baare mein soch rahe honge? Aadhe ghante baad, woh jhad gaye—dher saara doodh jaisa safed maal nikla. Volume dekh ke daad deni padi—stamina aur quantity dono zabardast. Jhadne ke baad, unhone tissue se saaf kiya, haath dhoye, aur bistar pe let gaye.
Yeh sab dekh ke meri lambi saans chhooti. Imagination mein Pitaji ka mota, lamba, kaala lund Rita ki choot mein ghus raha tha, aur Rita ke moan kamre mein goonj rahe the. Soch ke mera lund firse khada ho gaya.
Maine Rita ki taraf dekha, jo gehri neend mein thi. Computer band kiya, apna underwear utara, aur bistar pe chadh gaya. Rita abhi bhi nightgown mein thi, neeche pink lace wali panty pehne hue. Maine dheere se usko side pe kiya aur panty utar di.
Rita badi gehri neend mein soti hai, asani se nahi uthti. Maine uski choot ko chhua, aur thodi der mein woh geeli ho gayi. Kaafi din se chudai nahi hui thi, toh woh zyada sensitive thi. Jab tayyar hui, main peeche se aaya aur apna average 4.7 inch ka lund dheere se uski choot mein dala. Uska sir thoda peeche hua, aur honth khul gaye.
Maine dheere-dheere dhakke marne shuru kiye, aur uski choot ki garmi aur tightness gajab lagi. Kuch dhakke ke baad Rita jaag gayi aur halke-halke moan karne lagi. Shayad pichhle kuch dino ke wild khayalo ki wajah se, is baar mera lund tikka raha. Main peeche se chudai karta raha. Pehle uske moan halke aur meethhe the. Lekin paanch minute se kam mein, main ruk na saka aur uske andar jhad gaya. Uski IUD lagi hai, toh tension nahi.
Rita ne palat ke mujhe gale lagaya, apna chehra meri chhati pe ragda. Main samajh gaya woh mujhe tasalli de rahi thi. Aam taur pe main das minute tak chalta hoon, lekin novel ke excitement mein paanch minute mein hi khallas.
“Sorry Rita, main tujhe jhadwa nahi paya,” maine thoda udaas hoke kaha.
“Koi baat nahi honey, yeh bhi bada mast tha, pehle se behtar. Main khush hoon,” usne meri chhati pe chehra dabate hue kaha. Lekin uski aankhon mein thodi si mayoosi dikhi—woh jhadi nahi thi. Man mein sochne laga, “Agar Pitaji aur Rita ki chudai hoti, toh Rita kitni jaldi jhadti? Aur kitni baar?” Yeh soch ke badan mein sihran daud gayi. Main itna excited kyun ho raha tha? Rita ko apne bagal mein dekha, woh fir se so chuki thi.
Toh bhai, jab maine Pitaji aur Rita ko jodne ka plan banaya, asli mazaa tab aaya jab sochna pada ki yeh khel kaise khela jaye. Sabse pehle, mujhe ek pakka plan chahiye tha. Kaam ke chakkar mein din bhar ghar se bahar rehta hoon, toh ghar pe kya chal raha hai, uska hisaab rakhna zaroori tha. Isliye maine socha, kyun na thodi si chhupa-chhupi wali technology lagayi jaye.
Aajkal ke zamane mein itna advanced samaan milta hai, chhote-chhote gadgets jo bilkul dikhte nahi. Bathroom ke stall pe likhe ads bhi kaam aate hain kabhi-kabhi. Wahi se ek “spy camera” ka number mila. Maine call kiya, unhone ek website di, aur waha se maine do mast cheezein pick ki—ek wall socket jaisa camera, aur doosra light switch jaisa. Chhupa hua, bilkul ninja style. Maine ek Pitaji ke bistar ke upar laga diya, ek apne kamre mein, aur baaki bathroom aur living room mein—total cheh cameras, ghar ka har kone ka hisaab.
Thodi si dikkat? Yeh gadgets sirf video record karte hain, live feed nahi, aur 48 ghante se zyada nahi chalte. Khair, sab set karne ke baad, maine agla step sochna shuru kiya.
Main aksar raat ko kaam karta hoon ghar pe, toh jab Rita so jati hai, tab main sota hoon. Uske sote waqt, main computer pe software kholta hoon aur din bhar ki recording check karta hoon. Pehle kuch din toh kuch khaas nahi hua. Lekin kal ki footage ne meri ummeed jaga di.
Kaam khatam karne se pehle, Rita apne bedroom mein safai kar rahi thi, aur Pitaji living room mein TV pe aankhein gadaye baithe the. Bedroom ka darwaza khula tha, aur Rita bistar bana rahi thi, jhadoo laga rahi thi, aur thodi si chamak-dhamak kar rahi thi. Usne apna wahi purana nightgown pehna tha, lekin jhukne aur tirchhi hone mein uski chuchi aur chootad ke thodi-thodi jhalak mil rahi thi.
Bedroom ka darwaza seedha living room ke sofa ki taraf khulta hai, toh Pitaji TV dekhte hue bhi ek nazar se sab dekh sakte the. Pehle toh woh TV mein doobe the, lekin beech-beech mein Rita ki taraf aankh utha ke dekhte. Thodi der baad unki nazar baar-baar udhar hi jane lagi.
Bhale hi woh Rita ka sasur ho, Pitaji ne koshish ki nazar na pade. Lekin bhai, Rita ka figure itna mast hai, koi bhi roke na ruk paye. Pitaji gaon ke seedhe-saadhe aadmi hain, waha shayad aisi item kabhi dekhi na ho. Kitna bhi shareef ho, mard toh mard hai—sundar aurat ko ghoorega hi. Pitaji ne Rita ko aadhe ghante tak ghoora, aur Rita ko kuch pata bhi nahi chala.
Safai ke baad, Rita aur Pitaji ne saath khana khaya. Rita Pitaji ke saath badi pyaari aur respectful hai. Dono ne kaam ki thodi hasi-mazaak wali baatein ki, aur Pitaji ka wahi gaon wala smile chamak raha tha. Uske baad kuch nahi hua jab tak main ghar nahi aaya.
Maine recording Pitaji ke kamre ki taraf switch ki, jaha woh apni kitab padh rahe the, jaise hamesha karte hain. Gaon se aaye hote hue bhi, Pitaji ko novel padhne ka bada shauk hai, toh maine unke liye dher saari kitaabein rakhi hui hain.
Pitaji lambi der tak padh rahe the, aur main sone wala tha ki tabhi mazaa aaya. Unhone kitab side pe rakhi, uth ke baithe, aur apna underwear utarna shuru kiya. Andar se unka kaala, dheela lund bahar aaya. Dheela hua bhi mera jab khada hota hai, uske barabar—lagbhag 4.7 inch. Maine pehle kabhi Pitaji ko nanga nahi dekha tha, toh yeh naya tamasha tha.
Underwear utarne ke baad, Pitaji ne apne haath se lund hilana shuru kiya. Jitna hilaya, utna lund sakht hota gaya. Jab poora khada ho gaya, main dang reh gaya—kaafi 7.1 inch ka hoga, mota supada aur kaali, nas wali shaft. Dil mein thodi si jaln hui. Socho, itna bada lund kisi aurat ko kitna khush karega. Yeh genes mujhe kyun nahi mile?
Pitaji haath chalaate rahe, speed badhate hue. Man mein khayal aaya—kya woh Rita ke baare mein soch rahe honge? Aadhe ghante baad, woh jhad gaye—dher saara doodh jaisa safed maal nikla. Volume dekh ke daad deni padi—stamina aur quantity dono zabardast. Jhadne ke baad, unhone tissue se saaf kiya, haath dhoye, aur bistar pe let gaye.Yeh sab dekh ke meri lambi saans chhooti. Imagination mein Pitaji ka mota, lamba, kaala lund Rita ki choot mein ghus raha tha, aur Rita ke moan kamre mein goonj rahe the. Soch ke mera lund firse khada ho gaya.
Maine Rita ki taraf dekha, jo gehri neend mein thi. Computer band kiya, apna underwear utara, aur bistar pe chadh gaya. Rita abhi bhi nightgown mein thi, neeche pink lace wali panty pehne hue. Maine dheere se usko side pe kiya aur panty utar di.
Rita badi gehri neend mein soti hai, asani se nahi uthti. Maine uski choot ko chhua, aur thodi der mein woh geeli ho gayi. Kaafi din se chudai nahi hui thi, toh woh zyada sensitive thi. Jab tayyar hui, main peeche se aaya aur apna average 4.7 inch ka lund dheere se uski choot mein dala. Uska sir thoda peeche hua, aur honth khul gaye.
Maine dheere-dheere dhakke marne shuru kiye, aur uski choot ki garmi aur tightness gajab lagi. Kuch dhakke ke baad Rita jaag gayi aur halke-halke moan karne lagi. Shayad pichhle kuch dino ke wild khayalo ki wajah se, is baar mera lund tikka raha. Main peeche se chudai karta raha. Pehle uske moan halke aur meethhe the. Lekin paanch minute se kam mein, main ruk na saka aur uske andar jhad gaya. Uski IUD lagi hai, toh tension nahi.
Rita ne palat ke mujhe gale lagaya, apna chehra meri chhati pe ragda. Main samajh gaya woh mujhe tasalli de rahi thi. Aam taur pe main das minute tak chalta hoon, lekin novel ke excitement mein paanch minute mein hi khallas.
“Sorry Rita, main tujhe jhadwa nahi paya,” maine thoda udaas hoke kaha.
“Koi baat nahi honey, yeh bhi bada mast tha, pehle se behtar. Main khush hoon,” usne meri chhati pe chehra dabate hue kaha. Lekin uski aankhon mein thodi si mayoosi dikhi—woh jhadi nahi thi. Man mein sochne laga, “Agar Pitaji aur Rita ki chudai hoti, toh Rita kitni jaldi jhadti? Aur kitni baar?” Yeh soch ke badan mein sihran daud gayi. Main itna excited kyun ho raha tha? Rita ko apne bagal mein dekha, woh fir se so chuki thi.
