28 saal ki $name1 ne fitness ke liye personal trainer Jaspreet ko hire kiya, par ek raat band gym mein uski training ne bilkul alag hi pasina nikaala.
$name1 28 saal ki thi aur Gurgaon ki ek badi society mein rehti thi. Uska pati Manoj 34 saal ka tha, ek consulting firm mein partner, aur hafte mein chaar din flight mein rehta tha.
Shaadi ke do saal baad $name1 ko laga ki uska badan thoda dheela ho raha hai. Kamar par halki si charbi, jaanghon mein woh kasaav nahi. Usne society ke gym mein personal training lene ka faisla kiya.
Trainer ka naam tha Jaspreet. Sab use Jassi bulaate the. Woh 30 saal ka tha, Ludhiana ka sardar, chhe foot lamba, kasi hui daadhi, aur aisi body jaise kisi ne patthar se taraasha ho. Uski t-shirt ki baahein uske biceps par tight chipki rehti thi.
Pehle din hi $name1 ki nazar uski chaudi peeth par atak gayi. Jassi ne muskura kar haath milaya. “Madam, teen mahine do mujhe. Aapko khud aaine mein pehchaan nahi paaogi.”
“Madam nahi, sirf $name1,” usne kaha.
Training subah chhe baje hoti thi. Pehle hafte sab normal raha. Squats, lunges, plank. Jassi gin-gin kar reps karwata aur $name1 haanfti rehti.
Par dheere-dheere cheezein badalne lagi. Squat ka form theek karte waqt Jassi ke haath uski kamar par aate, kabhi uski jaanghon ke andar ki taraf. “Ghutne bahar, madam… matlab $name1. Gaand peeche le jao, aur neeche.”
Uski garam hatheli jab uske kulhon ko halka sa dabati, to $name1 ki saans atak jaati. Uski tight leggings ke andar uski chut geeli hone lagti, aur use dar lagta ki kahin pasine ke saath kuch dikh na jaaye.
Jassi bhi sab samajhta tha. Uski track pant mein kabhi-kabhi ek ubhaar saaf dikhta, aur $name1 chupke se use dekh kar hothon ko kaat leti.
Ghar jaakar shower mein woh Jassi ke haathon ke baare mein sochti. Kaise woh uske mamme pakad kar dabayega, kaise use uthakar deewar se lagayega. Ungliyan apne daane par ragadte hue woh uska naam dheere se le kar jhad jaati.
Ek subah stretching ke dauraan Jassi ne uski ek taang uthakar apne kandhe par rakh di. “Hamstring tight hai,” usne kaha aur dheere se aage jhuka. Uska chehra $name1 ke chehre se bas kuch inch door tha. Uski saans mein pudine ki khushboo thi.
“Dard ho raha hai?” usne poocha.
“Nahi,” $name1 ne kaha, aur uski awaaz kaanp gayi. “Accha lag raha hai.”
Jassi ne ek pal uski aankhon mein dekha, phir muskura kar taang neeche rakh di. Us din $name1 ne poora din kuch aur nahi socha.
Raat ko Manoj ka call aaya. Usne thake hue awaaz mein hotel ke baare mein baat ki, meeting ki shikaayat ki, aur “good night” bol kar so gaya. $name1 bistar par leti chhat dekhti rahi. Uske badan mein ek bhookh thi jo ab sirf ungliyon se nahi mitti thi.
Ek mahine baad Manoj ko teen hafte ke liye Singapore jaana pada. Usi hafte gym ke subah wale time mein renovation shuru ho gaya.
“Raat ko aa jao,” Jassi ne kaha. “Gym das baje band hota hai. Mere paas chaabi hai. Aapka session miss nahi hona chahiye.”
$name1 ne ek pal socha. Phir haan keh diya.
Us raat usne naya sports bra pehna, gehra maroon, jo uske bhare hue mammon ko aur ubhaar raha tha. Neeche kaali leggings jo uski gaand se aise chipki thi jaise dusri chamdi ho. Andar panty nahi pehni. Khud se bhi yeh baat chhupa rahi thi ki kyun.
Gym mein sirf ek kone ki light jal rahi thi. Shishon mein unki parchhaiyan dikh rahi thi. Jassi ne darwaza andar se band kiya aur music halka chala diya.
“Aaj legs aur core,” usne kaha.
Warm up ke baad hip thrusts shuru hue. $name1 bench par peeth tika kar leti thi, kamar upar-neeche kar rahi thi. Jassi uske paas ghutno ke bal baitha tha, haath uske pet par.
“Upar… aur upar… squeeze karo,” woh bol raha tha.
Har baar jab uski kamar upar uthti, uski leggings ka kapda uski chut ki lakeeron mein dhans jaata. Jassi ki nazar wahin ruk gayi. Ek geela daag saaf dikh raha tha.
“$name1,” uski awaaz bhaari ho gayi, “tumne andar kuch nahi pehna?”
$name1 ruk gayi. Uska chehra laal ho gaya, par usne nazrein nahi churaayi. “Nahi,” usne dheere se kaha. “Pasina bahut aata hai na.”
Jassi ne ek lambi saans li. “Pasina?” Usne apni ungli uski leggings ke upar, us geele daag par halke se phirayi. $name1 ke munh se siskari nikal gayi.
“Yeh pasina nahi hai, meri jaan.”
“To kya hai?” usne aankhon mein dekhte hue poocha.
“Yeh woh hai jo ek mahine se tumhari chut mere liye taiyaar kar rahi hai.”
$name1 ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas apni kamar thodi aur upar utha di, uski ungli ki taraf.
Jassi ne bina waqt gawaaye uski leggings neeche kheench di. Uski chikni, saaf ki hui chut roshni mein chamak rahi thi, honth phoole hue aur ras se bheege.
“Waheguru,” woh buddbudaya. “Kitni sundar hai.”
Usne uski jaanghein chaudi ki aur apna munh seedha uski chut par rakh diya. Uski daadhi ke baal $name1 ki komal jaanghon ko chubh rahe the, aur uski garam zubaan uske honthon ke beech upar-neeche chal rahi thi.
“Aah… Jassi… haan… wahin…” $name1 bench ke kinaare pakad kar machal rahi thi.
Jassi ne uske daane ko hothon mein lekar choosna shuru kiya aur do moti ungliyan uski chut mein ghusa di. Andar-bahar, andar-bahar, ek gym wale rhythm mein. Uske doosre haath ne sports bra upar kar diya aur uske mamme bahar uchhal pade. Bhoore, tane hue nipples.
Woh uska nipple masal raha tha aur neeche chaat raha tha. $name1 ki taangein kaanpne lagi.
“Main… main jhad rahi hoon… aah, mat ruko…”
Uska badan akad gaya aur woh Jassi ke munh par jhad gayi, uski kamar baar-baar jhatke kha rahi thi. Jassi ne tab tak chaata jab tak uska ras poora nahi pee liya.
Jab woh utha, uski daadhi chamak rahi thi. $name1 ne use t-shirt se pakad kar kheencha aur uske honth choom liye, apna hi swaad chakhte hue.
“Ab meri baari,” usne kaha aur uski track pant neeche kar di.
Jassi ka lund uchhal kar bahar aaya. Mota, lamba, nason se bhara hua, aur topa gehra gulaabi. $name1 ki aankhein phail gayi. Manoj ka to iske saamne kuch bhi nahi tha.
“Itna bada?” usne fusfusaya.
“Sab tumhare liye,” Jassi ne muskura kar kaha.
$name1 bench se utar kar ghutno par baith gayi. Usne lund ko jad se pakda, uska garam vajan mehsoos kiya, aur topa munh mein le liya. Dheere-dheere usne aur andar liya, zubaan neeche ki nas par phiraate hue.
Jassi ne uske baal mutthi mein pakad liye. “Haan… aise hi chooso, $name1… poora lo…”
Woh lund ko gale tak le rahi thi, aankhon mein paani, munh se laar tapak rahi thi. Shishe mein woh khud ko dekh sakti thi — ek shaadishuda aurat, nangi, ek sardar ka lund choosti hui — aur yeh nazaara use aur garam kar raha tha.
Thodi der baad Jassi ne use upar uthaya aur bade shishe ke saamne khada kar diya. “Haath shishe par rakho. Aur gaand peeche nikaalo. Bilkul squat jaisa.”
$name1 hans padi, par wohi kiya. Jassi uske peeche aaya, apna lund uski geeli chut ke honthon par ragda, aur ek lamba dhakka maara.
“Aaaah… maa…” $name1 chillaayi. Uski chut pehli baar itni phaili thi.
Jassi ruka, use aadat padne di, phir dheere-dheere dhakke shuru kiye. Shishe mein $name1 dekh rahi thi kaise uska mota lund uski chut mein gaayab hota aur ras se chamakta hua bahar aata.
“Kaisa lag raha hai?” Jassi ne uske kaan mein poocha.
“Bahut accha… aur zor se… chodo mujhe, Jassi…”
Usne uski kamar pakdi aur poori taakat se pelna shuru kiya. Thap-thap-thap ki awaaz khaali gym mein goonj rahi thi. $name1 ke mamme har dhakke ke saath jhool rahe the.
“Tumhara pati aise chodta hai?” Jassi ne ek zordaar dhakka maarte hue poocha.
“Nahi… kabhi nahi… aah… woh to do minute mein…”
“To aaj se tumhari chut ki training main karunga.”
“Haan… roz… roz chodna mujhe…”
Jassi ne use ghuma kar bench par lita diya, uski taangein apne kandhon par rakhi aur phir se poora lund ek jhatke mein andar utaar diya. Is position mein lund aur gehra ja raha tha, seedha uski bacchedani ko chhoota hua.
$name1 ki aankhein ulat gayi. “Mar gayi… haan… wahin… wahin…”
Woh dobara jhad gayi, iss baar aur zor se. Uski chut Jassi ke lund ko nichodne lagi, aur Jassi ka sabr bhi tootne laga.
“Kahan nikaalun?” usne haanfte hue poocha.
“Andar… mere andar bhar do… main goli leti hoon…”
Jassi ne aakhri paanch-chhe gehre dhakke maare aur garjate hue uski chut mein jhad gaya. $name1 ne mehsoos kiya kaise garam maal ki dhaar uske andar bhar rahi hai.
Dono der tak bench par pade rahe, pasine mein lathpath. Jassi ka lund dheere se bahar nikla aur uske peeche safed maal beh nikla.
$name1 ne uthkar shishe mein khud ko dekha. Baal bikhre, gaal laal, jaanghon par bahta maal. Woh muskura di.
“Coach,” usne kaha, “aaj kitni calories burn hui?”
Jassi hansa aur use phir se apni baahon mein kheench liya. “Abhi to cool down baaki hai.”
Agle teen hafte, jab tak Manoj Singapore mein tha, $name1 ne ek bhi session miss nahi kiya. Aur sach mein, teen mahine baad uski kamar pehle se kahin zyada patli thi.