Kalyug ke rishtey – Part 1 (Housewife to hotwife)

Kalyug ke rishtey – Part 1 (Housewife to hotwife)
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Submit Report Hum kalyug me hai, ye sabhi ko samaj me aata hai. But, uska sabse bada indication hai aajkal ke complex rishten. Complex isiliye ki pleasure priority hai, fir wo chahe pati se mile ya kisi aur se. Kuch ladkiyan apne cultures aur traditions ko samaj kar inn cheezo ko avoid karti hai aur kuch inhe embrace kar leti hai. Kuch ladkiyan guilt ke bina maze le leti hai toh kuch guilt karte hue. Hadd to ye bhi hai ki husbands ya boyfriends kab jealous hote hote aroused hone lagte hai, pata he nahi chalta. Aur ho bhi kyon na. Biological hai ki apne partner ko reclaim karne me jo kick lagti hai wo kisi aur cheez me nahi. Human nature hai shayad. Khair, jo bhi ho, pleasure ki feelings sab ko chakhna hai. Aur isiliye ye series me aap log ko isi topics pe stories milengi. Cuckold & hotwife theme ki ye series sensual, passionate, romantic aur thrill se bhari hogi. Enjoy! ***** Nisha: “Uncle. Main Raj se bohot pyar karti hoon. Unse apna past share karna sahi nahi hoga. Ese kaise unse esi baaten karungi?” Uncle Jamal: “Waise he jaise kal raat ka challenge tumne complete kiya tha, Nisha.” Nisha: “Par, unhe bura lag gaya toh?” Uncle Jamal: “Trust me, Nisha. Main Raj ko ache se janne laga hoon. Usey bura nahi lagega. Par, haa. Tumhare liye uska pyaar aur bhi majboot ho jaayega uski guarantee hai.” Nisha: “Wo toh achi baat hogi. Par, main Raj ko aapke baare me nahi batana chahti. Maine toh kisi ko nahi bataya.” Uncle Jamal: “Ohooo. Tum bhi kitni bholi ho. Main apni baat thodi kar raha huun. Apne past affair ke baare me batane keh raha hoon. Apne boyfriend ke baare me buddhu.” Nisha couch par salwar kameez pehne hui thi. Jamal Uncle aur Nisha ke beech kaafi respectful distance tha, ye baatcheet chai peete hue ho rahi thi. Nisha jo ab tak openly baat kar rahi thi Jamal uncle se, wo iddam se ghabraate hue ya kahu ki sharmaate hue apne baalo se khelti hui. Nisha: “Ummm.. Uncle. Wo mera koi boyfriend nahi tha. Ek bhi nahi.” Uncle Jamal ye sun kar shocked the. Uncle Jamal: “Kya!? Sach me?” Nisha: “Aapke society chodhne ke baad maine bas padhaai par dhyaan diya. Aur jab tak kuch aur soch paati, Raj se meri shaadi fix ho chuki thi. Baaki toh aapko pata he hai. Engagement ke baad, ek saal tak main aur raj phone par baat karte the aur fir shaadi.” Uncle Jamal: “Ohh. Mujhe pata he nahi tha. Maine socha main tumhe ache se jaanta hoon. Par esa nahi hai.” Nisha ka chehra zameen par he gada reh gaya. Uske pair apne aap simat gaye the. Aur dono haat aapas me chipke thigh ke beech, ungliyaan aapas me khelti hui. Nisha: “Uncle, aap mujhe jaisa jaante hai, waisa shayad he koi jaanta hoga.” Uncle Jamal: “Wo toh hai. Waise, tum mujhe miss karti thi, mere jaane ke baad?” Nisha: “Ummm. Please Uncle, main aapse wo sab baaten nahi kar paaungi. Main ab shaadi shuda hoon. Aur ab wo past hai mera. Jo kuch hua, usey yaad karne ka koi fayda nahi hai naa?” Uncle Jamal dheere se sarak chuke the. Unke beech ki duriya bilkul mitt chuki thi. Dono ke badan ke beech ab bhi halki si jagah baaki reh gai thi. Nisha ka chehra ab bhi apne pairo par gada hua tha. Shayad wo Uncle Jamal se aankhe milane se darr rahi ho. Par Uncle Jamal ne dheere se apna haat Nisha ke shoulder par rakh diya. Rakhte he Nisha chaunk gai aur jhatt se apne shoulders ko halka sa jhatka dete hue couch par sarak chuki thi. Uncle Jamal: “Sorry, Nisha. Main bas dost ke naate… Tumhe uncomfortable nahi karna chahta hoon. Sorry.” Nisha ne dheere se apna face upar karte hue uncle jamal ki taraf dekha. Nisha: “Uncle, main Raj ko bas khush dekhna chahti hoon. Ye sach hai ki inn dino aapne hamari bohot help ki hai. Aur ab lag bhi raha hai ki aapke suggestions work karte hai. Aur Raj me badlaav bhi dekh paa rahi hoon. Par bas darti hoon ki kahi hum ye sab galat toh nahi kar rahe. Aur aapke alawa main esi baaten kisi se nahi kar paati.” Uncle Jamal: “Thank you, Nisha, mujpar trust karne ke liye. Try karo aaj jo maine kaha hai. Aur jaruri nahi hai ki mera naam lena hai. Bas batana toh hai experience share karna hai bas. Raj ne bhi toh kal kiya na share. Tum khush bhi thi. Tumhe bura laga kya uske past ke baare me janne ke baad?” Nisha: “Umm. Thoda sa laga. Par acha bhi laga ki unhone honestly bata diya.” Uncle Jamal: “Wahi toh keh raha hoon, Nisha. Honesty. Hum mardo ko bohot pasand aati hai. Aur Raj se jaha tak baat hui hai, ussey ye saaf hai ki wo intezaar kar raha hai. Ab bas, kaise bataogi wo tumhare upar hai.” Nisha: “Usi ka toh darr hai, Uncle. Kaise kahu? Kaise start karu? Kuch samaj nahi aaraha. Kahi kuch galat keh gai toh? Pata nahi kya hoga.” Uncle Jamal: “Kya… umm… Nisha…. main khool ke baat kar sakta hoo tumse? Tumhe bura toh nahi lagega?” Nisha ko uncle jamal ki baaten kaafi achi lagi. Unka permission lena Nisha ke liye moodchanging tha. Wo khushi khushi aankho me chamak liye uncle ki taraf haste hue. Nisha: “Aap bhi na uncle. Aapki baaton ka kabhi bura maana hai maine?” Uncle Jamal: “Esa laga toh nahi. Par fir bhi. Chalo, ek kaam karte hai, jisse ye pata lag jaayega ki tum meri baaton se uncomfortable nahi hogi.” Nisha: “Wo kaise?” Uncle Jamal: “Umm… Mere saat bitaaye hue pal… ache toh the naa?” Nisha sharma gai aur fir se chehre ko neeche karte hue Uncle Jamal se apni aankhe churaate hue slow voice me jaise khud se he keh rahi ho, “Acha tha.” Uncle Jamal: “Miss kiya na mujhe mere jaane ke baad?” Nisha: “Haa.” Uncle ke confidence ko boost mil gaya. Ab uncle ne fir se dono ke beech ke doori ko khatam kar diya. Uncle aur Nisha ke shoulders aur thighs ab halke se chipak bhi chuke the. Par uncle ne iss baar risk nahi liya aur waise he baithe hue Nisha ke jhuke hue chehre ko dekhte hue uski gulaabi honto ko apni nazro me kaid karte hue apne hont bite karhe rahe the ki Nisha ne upar dekha aur uncle thoda sa door sarak gaye.

Uncle Jamal: “Wo tum… slow keh rahi thi… isiliye… paas aagaya.” Nisha: “Umm, ese sawalo ka jawab kabhi nahi dena chahti thi main.” Uncle Jamal: “Thank you, Nisha. Par ye jaruri tha. Ab main khul kar bata sakta hoon tumhe ki kya kehna aur kaise kehna hai.” Nisha ne ‘haa’ me sir ko hilaya aur betaabi se Uncle Jamal ke suggestions ka intezaar karne lagi. Uski aankhe uncle ki aankho se hati nahi rahi thi. Uncle Jamal: “Umm. Ese mat dekho. Aankhe band kar lo aur kahi bura lag gaya toh please, mujse kafa na hojaana.” Nisha ne aankhe band kar li aur uncle jamal lean hote hue Nisha ke kaano me whisper karte hue kaha, “Raj ka lund hilaate hue… usey apne past ke baare me batana… aur…” Nisha ne jhat se apne aap ko uncle se alag kar liya aur uth kar wo khadi ho chuki thi. Bina uncle se nazre milaaye. Nisha: “M… Main… Late ho raha hai uncle… main chalti hoon…” Bina jawab ka intezaar kiya Nisha apne padosi jamal uncle ke darwaje ko khol rahi thi. Wo tension, heat aur jamal ki madhosh kar dene waali awaaz se aur upar se unke muuh se wo shabd, “Lund” sunte he Nisha ka tan badan thanda sa padd gaya tha. Aur pata nahi kyu? Par uske liye sab hadd se jyada alag tha. Uncle Jamal: “Nisha.” Uncle ki pukaar sunte he Nisha ke pair tham gaye. Uncle Jamal: “Esi baaten karna dosto ke beech normal hota hai. Par jaldbaazi nahi hai. Main intezaar karunga tumhara. Jab ready raho, tab fir se try karenge… Sorry, par jo tarika bata raha hoon, wo kaam aayega.” Nisha ne palat kar nahi dekha. Uncle samaj rahe the ki Nisha gusse me jaa rahi thi. Par Nisha ke mann me wo poorani yaaden taaza ho chuki thi jisse wo daba kar rakhi hui thi. Aur isiliye Nisha ko uncle se duur jaana he sahi laga. Nisha: “Hmmmm…” Nisha bas ‘hmmm’ karte hue ‘haa’ me sir hilaate hue darwaaze se bahar jaa chuki thi. Nisha ke jaate he, Jamal apna kadak lund masalte hue apne erection ko shaant karte hue wo pal unn dono ke andar aag laga chuka tha. Jamal pareshaan tha, anxious tha. Usey darr tha ki kahi usne apna mauka gava to nahi diya. Jamal ke liye ye aakhri mauka tha. Wo Nisha ke saat apne adhure chah ko poora karna chahta tha. Aur ye sab mumkin nahi hoga agar Nisha Jamal se naraaz rahe. Bina ek bhi second waste kiye, Jamal ne Nisha ko call kiya. Ringing (3x). Teen baar call kar chuka tha aur Nisha ne call uthaya he nahi. Jamal niraash hokar couch par baith gaya. Apna sir peeche karte hue, ceiling ki aur dekhte hue, gehri soch me tha ki tabhi – Ring. Jamal ne Nisha ka naam dekhte he call ko pick kiya. Uncle Jamal: “Hello…” Nisha: “Main washroom me thi. Kahiye…” Uncle Jamal: “Phew.. main toh niraash hogaya tha. Mujhe laga ab hum kabhi baat nahi karenge. Sorry, Nisha.” Nisha: “Umm. Esi koi baat nahi hai uncle. Kaam pending hai. Raj bhi aate he honge. Isiliye chali aai.” Uncle Jamal: “Nisha. Kya tum mujhe apna sach me dost maanti ho?” Nisha: “Umm. Yes.” Uncle Jamal: “Toh tumhe sach me bura nahi laga mere muuh se wo sab sunke?” Nisha: “Uncle. Hum baadme baat karen, please. Kaam sach mein bohot pada hai.” Uncle Jamal: “Theek hai. Tum kaam kar lo. Main rakhta hoon. Bye.” Jamal call disconnect karne he waala tha ki Nisha ne kaha, “Wo… ummm…” Uncle Jamal: “Haa, kaho.” Nisha: “Nahi… kuch nahi.. bye.” Uncle Jamal: “Acha, suno.” Nisha: “Hmmm.” Uncle Jamal: “Tum chaho toh esi direct baaten hum sirf call par kar sakte hai. Saamne saamne nahi. Chalega?” Nisha: “Haa.” Nisha ne jhat se call disconnect kar diya aur kitchen ke diwaar par tik kar phone haat me he liye hue, gehri saanse leti hui, sir upar chahti upar neeche hoti hui, aankhe band aur uske dimaag me bas Jamal ke muuh se wo shabd (lund) ghumne laga. Yaha Jamal ke ghar par Jamal ke khushi ka thikana he nahi raha. Wo muskurate hue kitchen me chai bana raha tha. Aur bas gungunaata hua khush hota hua ki ab wo bindaas Nisha se pehle ki tarah baat kar paayega. Bhale call pe he sahi. Par usey umeed thi ki Nisha uske paas kheechi chali aayega. Aur jab iss baar aayegi toh wo saare adhure khwaaish poori hogi jiska usey besabri se intezaar tha. Ab kya the adhure khwaaish? Kya tha Nisha aur Uncle Jamal ka past? Nisha ko kyun Jamal Uncle se dosti karni padi? Aur Jamal Ek shaadi shuda couple ki madad kar toh raha hai par kaisi madad? Yaha tak ki. Nisha aur Jamal ki esi personal baaten shuru bhi kaise hui? Aur ese kya challenges the jo Nisha Jamal ke kehne pe complete kar rahi thi? Ye saare sawaalo ka jawab har kisi ko janna hoga shayad. Toh wait kariye. Aur ladki ho toh umeed hai wet hui hogi. Aur ladke ho toh khada hua hoga. Nahi bhi hua toh aage ki parts me jarur hoga. Main khud likhte hue wet hoon. Thank you for reading. Feedback comment jarur kariyega. ***** Hi, I am Simran, an erotica writer. Mujhe sensual kahani likhna pasand hai – slow seduction, love, romance aur thrill. Ye sab mujhe excite karta hai. Khaas kar cheating wife, loving cuckold husband and hotwife lifestyle.