Holi ke rang aur bhaang ke nashe mein $name1 bhabhi ne apne devar Rohan ke saath woh raat guzaari jiska sapna dono saalon se dekh rahe the.
$name1 ki shaadi ko teen saal ho chuke the. Woh 27 saal ki thi, gori, bhari hui chhatiyon wali, aur uski kamar itni patli thi ki mohalle ki aurtein bhi jalti thi. Uska pati Vikram 31 saal ka tha aur zyada time Dubai mein kaam ke silsile mein rehta tha.
Ghar mein $name1 ke saath sirf uska devar Rohan rehta tha. Rohan 24 saal ka tha, MBA khatam karke ek bank mein naukri karta tha. Lamba, chaude kandhe, gym wali body, aur ek shararti muskaan jo $name1 ko har baar thoda sa pareshan kar deti thi.
Dono ke beech hamesha se halki-phulki masti chalti thi. Rohan uski chai ki tareef karta, woh uske baalon mein ungliyan phira deti. Par kuch mahino se woh masti badal gayi thi. Rohan ki nazrein ab uske blouse par atakne lagi thi, aur $name1 ko yeh bura nahi lagta tha. Sach kahun to raat ko akeli bistar par leti woh aksar Rohan ke baare mein sochti thi — uske mazboot haath, uski chaudi chhati — aur apni ungliyan apni panty ke andar le jaati thi.
Is saal Holi par Vikram nahi aa paya. Video call par usne sorry bola aur phone kaat diya. $name1 ka mood kharab tha, par Rohan ne kaha, “Bhabhi, udaas mat ho. Aaj main tumhe aisa rang lagaunga ki Bhaiya ki kami mehsoos nahi hogi.”
$name1 hans padi, par uske dil mein kuch hilne laga.
Dopahar ko mohalle ki Holi party mein dono gaye. Wahan bhaang ki thandai bant rahi thi. $name1 ne do glass pi liye, Rohan ne teen. Thodi der mein dono ki aankhon mein ek alag hi chamak aa gayi.
$name1 ne safed salwar suit pehna tha jo paani aur rang se bheeg kar uske badan se chipak gaya tha. Uski laal bra saaf dikh rahi thi, aur uske nipples thande paani se tan kar kurte mein ubhar aaye the. Rohan ki nazar baar-baar wahin ja rahi thi.
“Kya dekh rahe ho devar ji?” $name1 ne aankh maarte hue poocha.
“Kuch nahi bhabhi… bas rang dekh raha hoon,” Rohan ne kaha aur gulaal bhari hatheli uske gaalon par mal di.
Phir uske haath dheere se neeche aaye — gardan par, kandhon par. $name1 ne roka nahi. Bheed mein kisi ne dhyan nahi diya jab Rohan ki ungliyan uske kurte ke gale ke andar fisal gayi aur uski chhatiyon ke upar wale hisse par hara rang mal diya.
$name1 ki saans tez ho gayi. “Ghar chalo,” usne dheere se kaha.
Ghar pahunchte hi $name1 seedha bathroom gayi. Shower ke neeche khadi hui to rang beh-beh kar neeche jaane laga. Par uske badan ki garmi kam nahi hui. Uski chut geeli thi, aur woh paani ki wajah se nahi thi.
Bahar se Rohan ki awaaz aayi, “Bhabhi, peeth par rang reh gaya hoga. Madad kar doon?”
$name1 ek pal ruki. Phir usne darwaze ki kundi khol di.
Rohan andar aaya. Usne sirf shorts pehne the, uski chhati par abhi bhi neela rang laga tha. $name1 shower ke neeche sirf geeli bra aur panty mein khadi thi. Dono ek doosre ko dekhte rahe, jaise teen saal ki saari jhijhak ek second mein pighal gayi ho.
“Rohan… yeh galat hai,” $name1 ne kaha, par uski awaaz kaanp rahi thi.
“To mujhe rok do bhabhi,” Rohan ne kaha aur paas aa gaya.
Usne nahi roka.
Rohan ne uski peeth par haath rakha aur dheere-dheere rang saaf karne laga. Uski ungliyan uski reedh ki haddi par neeche-upar chalti rahi. Phir usne bra ka hook khola. Bra neeche gir gayi aur $name1 ke bade, gore mamme aazaad ho gaye, bhoore nipples tane hue.
Rohan ne peeche se uske dono mamme apne haathon mein bhar liye. “Uff bhabhi… kitne mulayam hain,” usne uske kaan mein kaha. “Saalon se inhe dabana chahta tha.”
$name1 ne aankhein band kar li aur sir uske kandhe par tika diya. Rohan uske nipples ko ungliyon mein masalne laga, kheenchne laga, aur $name1 ke munh se halki si siskari nikal gayi. “Aahh… Rohan…”
Uski gaand par Rohan ka khada lund shorts ke andar se dab raha tha. Mota, sakht, garam. $name1 ne apni gaand peeche dhakeli aur uspar ragadne lagi.
Rohan ne usse ghuma kar deewar se lagaya aur uske hothon par apne hoth rakh diye. Pehla chumban dheema tha, phir bhookha ho gaya. Dono ki jeebh ek doosre se ladne lagi. Shower ka paani dono par gir raha tha.
Rohan neeche jhuka aur uska ek nipple munh mein le liya. Usne zor se choosa, daant se halka sa kaata. $name1 ne uske baal muthi mein pakad liye. “Haan… aise hi… choos le inhe…”
Phir Rohan ghutno par baith gaya. Usne $name1 ki geeli laal panty dheere-dheere neeche kheenchi. Uski chut saaf, chikni thi, bas upar halke se baal. Uske hoth phoole hue the aur beech se ras chamak raha tha.
“Bhabhi, tumhari chut to pehle se tapak rahi hai,” Rohan ne muskura ke kaha.
“Chup kar aur kuch kar,” $name1 ne haanfte hue kaha.
Rohan ne uski ek taang apne kandhe par rakhi aur apni jeebh uski chut ki daraar par upar se neeche tak phiraayi. $name1 ka poora badan kaanp gaya. Rohan ne uske daane ko hothon mein pakda aur choosne laga, saath mein do ungliyan andar daal di.
“Aaahh… maa… Rohan… tere bhaiya ne kabhi aise nahi chaata…” $name1 ki awaaz bathroom mein goonj rahi thi.
Rohan ki ungliyan andar-bahar hone lagi, tez aur tez, aur jeebh daane par golaai mein ghoomti rahi. $name1 ki jaanghein uske sir ko jakadne lagi. Kuch hi minute mein uska badan akad gaya aur woh ek lambi cheekh ke saath jhad gayi, uska ras Rohan ke munh par beh gaya.
Woh deewar ke sahare haanfti rahi. Rohan khada hua aur apne shorts utaar diye. Uska lund uchhal kar bahar aaya — lagbhag saat inch lamba, mota, nason se bhara, upar ka supada laal aur chamakdaar.
$name1 ki aankhein phail gayi. “Haaye Ram… itna bada…”
Woh ghutno par baith gayi aur usne lund ko haath mein liya. Garam aur dhadakta hua. Usne pehle supade ko chooma, phir jeebh se chaata, phir dheere se munh mein le liya.
Rohan ne siskari bhari. “Aah bhabhi… kya munh hai tumhara…”
$name1 ne uska lund aadhe se zyada munh mein liya aur sir aage-peeche karne lagi. Ek haath se lund ki jad ko pakda, doosre se uske tatton ko sehlaya. Thook uske hothon se tapak raha tha. Woh upar dekh kar uski aankhon mein dekhti rahi jab woh choos rahi thi, aur Rohan ka sabr toot raha tha.
“Bas bhabhi… warna yahin nikal jaayega,” Rohan ne usse uthaya.
Usne $name1 ko god mein uthaya aur bedroom mein le gaya — usi bistar par jahan woh Vikram ke saath soti thi. Usne usse bistar par patka aur uski taangein faila di.
Rohan ne lund ka supada uski geeli chut par ragda, upar se neeche, daane par, phir chhed par. $name1 tadap rahi thi. “Daal na… ab mat tadpa…”
“Kya daalu bhabhi? Bolo,” Rohan ne chheda.
“Apna lund daal meri chut mein, Rohan… chod de mujhe,” $name1 ne sharm chhod kar kaha.
Rohan ne ek dhakka mara aur aadha lund andar chala gaya. $name1 ki aankhein band ho gayi, munh khula reh gaya. “Aaahh… dheere… bahut mota hai…”
Rohan ruka, usse chooma, aur phir dheere-dheere poora lund andar utaar diya. $name1 ki chut usse kas kar jakde hue thi. “Kitni tight hai bhabhi…” Rohan ne kaha.
Phir usne chudai shuru ki. Pehle lambe, dheeme dhakke — poora bahar, poora andar. Har dhakke par $name1 ke mamme uchhalte, aur woh siskaariyan bharti. Uske naakhun Rohan ki peeth mein gade hue the.
“Tez… aur tez…” woh boli.
Rohan ne uski dono taangein apne kandhon par rakh li aur zor-zor se pelne laga. Kamre mein thap-thap ki awaaz goonj rahi thi. Bistar charmara raha tha. $name1 bekaabu ho chuki thi — “Haan… chod… aur zor se… faad de meri chut…”
Rohan ne usse palta aur ghodi bana diya. Uski gori, gol gaand hawa mein thi. Rohan ne us par ek chaanta maara aur laal nishaan ubhar aaya. Phir peeche se lund andar ghusa diya aur uski kamar pakad kar dhakke maarne laga.
Is position mein lund aur gehra ja raha tha. $name1 ka chehra takiye mein dhansa tha aur woh cheekh rahi thi. Rohan ne aage haath le jaakar uska daana ragadna shuru kiya, aur $name1 doosri baar jhad gayi, uski chut lund ko baar-baar nichodne lagi.
Phir $name1 ne usse neeche litaya aur khud upar chadh gayi. Usne lund pakad kar apni chut par set kiya aur dheere se uspar baith gayi. Phir woh uchhalne lagi — kabhi dheere, kabhi tez — apni kamar ghuma ghuma kar. Uske bade mamme Rohan ke chehre ke saamne naach rahe the, aur Rohan unhe pakad kar choosta raha.
“Bhabhi… main aane wala hoon…” Rohan ne haanfte hue kaha.
“Andar hi chhod de… main goli khaati hoon… bhar de mujhe,” $name1 boli aur aur tez uchhalne lagi.
Rohan ne uski kamar pakdi aur neeche se chaar-paanch zordaar dhakke maare. Phir uska badan akda aur uska garam maal pichkaariyon mein $name1 ki chut ke andar chhoot gaya. Woh bhi teesri baar jhad gayi aur uske upar gir padi.
Dono der tak waise hi pade rahe, pasine aur rang se lathpath. Bahar ab bhi Holi ke gaane baj rahe the.
$name1 ne Rohan ki chhati par ungli se dil banaya. “Yeh rang to shayad dhul jaayega,” usne kaha, “par yeh raat nahi.”
Rohan muskuraya aur usse phir se apni taraf kheench liya. Raat abhi baaki thi — aur Vikram ki flight agle mahine thi.