Randi ya Biwi? – Part 2

D Day aa gaya tha—meri shaadi ka din. Main dressing room mein thi, dost meri wedding dress aur makeup mein madad kar rahe the. Yeh ek pagalpan wala din tha. Photos ke liye do ghante lage, ceremony ke liye do ghante bache the.

Mujhe panic attack ho raha tha, sab se break chahiye tha. Maine Arjun ko message kiya ki pehli manzil pe mile aur drink le aaye. Main convention hall ke upar ek shant storage room mein chhup gayi.

Wahan cotton gaddhe, bade cooking gear, aur purane wardrobes the, ek dhool bhari jagah. Arjun beer can leke aaya. Maine aadha can ek ghoont mein piya aur dakaar liya.

Arjun: Di, kya hua? Nervous?

Main: Chup, mehmaano ko dekh.

Arjun: Tu super-hot lag rahi hai, agar main tera bhai na hota to tujhe bhaga le jata.

Main: Haha, funny! Thodi din se baat nahi hui, ghar chhodne ke baad hectic raha. Girlfriend hai ya abhi virgin?

Arjun: Haan hai, par woh chhune nahi deti. 21 ka virgin hun, na kiss kiya na chhua.

Mujhe daaru sambhalti nahi, aur mujhe Arjun ya Kevin jaise bechare pasand hai—jab unhe apni aukaat pata ho. Jab log meri khubsurati aur akal ke aage khud ko kam maante hai, mujhe unke sapne poore karne ka divine complex hota hai. (Shayad mental condition hai, shrink se milna chahiye.)

Main: Tu chahta hai main tujhe kiss karun?

Tabhi awaaz aayi, “Priya! Yahan hai?” Maine Arjun ko wardrobe mein beer ke saath chhupne ko bola. Sameer liberal Muslim—daaru peeta tha, pork nahi chhuta. Shaadi ke din uske family ko pata chalna bura hota. Darwaza thoda khula tha, aur yeh koi rishtedaar nahi—Kevin tha!

Main: Naam kyun chilla raha hai, harami!

Kevin: Tujhe upar jate dekha, tu wedding dress mein gorgeous lag rahi hai.

Main: Thanks, ab nikal!

Usne mujhe pakda. “Ruk,” maine bola. Woh kiss karne laga, maine chhudaya, par woh ruk nahi raha tha. Dheere-dheere main ladna band karke uska jawab dene lagi. Usne mera haath apne hard cock pe rakha, ragadne laga.

Kiss chhoda, par mera haath wahi raha, rub karta raha. Arjun wardrobe se gusse mein Kevin ko dekh raha tha, maine use chhupne ka ishara kiya. Kevin ziddi tha, virodh se situation bigadti.

Maine uski pant kholi, cock bahar nikala, sehlane lagi. Dress ka khayal rakhte hue ghutno pe baithi aur choosne lagi.

Main: Jaldi kar, koi aa sakta hai.

Kevin: Jo chahta hun kar sakta hun?

Main: Haan, bas dress aur makeup kharab mat kar.

Usne meri gaand mein ungli daali, fir do ungliyon se thodi der choda. Cock meri gaand mein daala, chodne laga. Main boli, “Meri gaand maar,” aur Arjun ko dekhti rahi—use bina chhue tohfa dena chahti thi.

Kevin: Gaand mein cum karun?

Main: Haan, kar!

Usne cum meri gaand mein chhoda, excess ko ungli se saaf karke mere muh mein dala. Maine cock saaf kiya. Woh kapde pehenke chala gaya. Arjun wardrobe se bahar aaya, cock nikla hua, confused.

Main ghutno pe baithi, uska choosa. Woh mere muh mein jhad gaya, maine thook diya. Usne dress thik karne ki offer ki, peeche se uthaya, bola Kevin ka cum leak ho raha hai. Main gusse mein Kevin ko gaali di.

Arjun ne bola jhuk jaun, usne meri gaand se cum choosa aur saaf kiya. Nerves shant hue, mujhe garv tha do logon ki madad karke. Warm smile ke saath main hall mein aayi. Dost gussa the ki main itni der gayab thi.

Stage pe Sameer ke saath baithi. Mehmaan aate rahe, gaand dukhne lagi, main khadi hui. Sameer ne baithne ko bola, maine kaha rude hai. Usne meri humility ki tareef ki, saath khada raha, photos ke liye muskuraya.

Shaadi pe vishwas nahi tha, Sameer ke saath rehti thi, laga kuch nahi badlega. Par bada apartment, parents ke zyada aane, guests se pareshan ho gayi. Purani independent life miss karti thi.

Sameer sex mein acha, caring tha, par travel bohot karta tha. Kevin se connect isi wajah se hua—uski biwi bhi travel karti thi. Jab Sameer ghar pe hota, horny nahi hoti, par jab jata, chahat hoti. Best sex trip se wapas aane pe hota.

Housewife se thak gayi. Sameer ne kaam shuru karne ko bola, poochha job kyun chhodi. Shaadi ka bahana banaya. Raat ko Kevin ko text kiya.

Main: Kev! Jaga hai?

Kevin: Kapde pehen raha hun, tere ghar aa raha hun!

Main: Haan aa, Sameer ghar pe hai, tujhe kaat dega… hehe.

Kevin: Kya madad karun?

Main: Meri position khali hai?

Kevin: Policy hai, externally post kiya, kal Pavan se check karunga. Kab join kar sakti hai?

Main: Turant! Thanks!

Kevin: Kya matlab?

Main: Chhod, good night.

Agla din kaam mein busy rahi. Dopahar mein Pavan ka call aaya—exception dega, par 12 mahine contract sign karna hoga. Kaam pe wapas excited thi. Account activate hua, tickets assign karne lagi.

Kevin sambhla hua tha, sharp lag raha tha—meri absence ne uske hosh thikane laga diye. Ek bhi naughty comment nahi. Maine lunch pe bulaya, usne mana kiya. Insulting laga—Kevin ne thukra diya?! Ego ki baat bani. Uska haath pakda.

Main: Kya ho raha hai Kev!?

Kevin: Chill, Pavan ne hafta bhar pareshan kiya.

Main: Lunch pe aa raha hai na?

Kevin: Haan, thik hai.

Chinese khane gaye. Kevin ne bola bill mujhe pay karna chahiye—wedding treat. (Cheap harami, shaadi mein meri gaand maari, ab treat mangta hai.) Fried rice aur dumplings order kiye. Khane ke wait mein boli.

Main: Mujhe closure chahiye Kev!

Kevin: Dave Chappelle dekh, mujhse kyun?

Main: Chup! Kuch pareshan kar raha hai, loop band karna hai.

Kevin: Kya?

Main: Humare encounters mein mujhe kam mila. Main Sameer ke baare mein open thi, tu apni biwi ke baare mein kuch nahi bolta. Meri shaadi pe meri gaand maari, Sameer ko gaali di. Par mujhe apne ghar nahi bulaya. Teri biwi ke bed pe, uske undergarments pehanke chodna chahti hun. Aaj raat aa sakti hun?

Sangeeta aur Sameer travel pe hai.

Kevin ne neeche dekha, “Hume yeh nahi karna chahiye.” Gussa aaya.

Main: Sameer ke bed pe thik hai, teri biwi ke bed pe nahi?

Woh chup raha, haan bola. Bura laga ki insist karna pada. Kevin ke ghar pahunchi. Usne darwaza khola, “Andar aa,” bolke kheencha, bahar dekha, lock kiya. Ghar sundar tha, Sangeeta ko art pasand tha.

Kevin nervous tha, pehli baar aisa dekha. Kitchen mein slab pe baith gaya, main smile ke saath ghumi. (Pura din soch rahi thi, Kevin ne Sameer ko degrade kiya, badla lena tha—turn-on bhi tha.)

Pink mug dekha, poochha kya yeh Sangeeta ka hai, usne haan bola. Jeans neeche ki, mug ka kinara pussy pe ragda. Kevin annoyed muskura raha tha, roka nahi. Room mein le chalne ko bola.

Wardrobe khola—dresses, sarees, shoes. Gande kapdon mein pink panty mili, mera size. Socha tha Sangeeta moti hogi, par nahi.

Panty soongi, “Teri biwi ki chut meethi hai,” bola. Kevin ne cock nikala, khelne laga. Panty chaati, apni panty uske chehre pe phenki, uski biwi ki panty pehni, lap dance diya. Gaand uske chehre pe rakhi, asshole dikhaya, ungli ragdi.

Main: Taiyaar hai mujhe chodne?

Kevin: Haan.

Main: Pee karna hai, dekhna hai?

Bathroom mein commode pe baithi, panty side ki, pussy kholi, pee kiya. Kevin ne piss dekha. Panty ne pee soak kiya. Uske chehre ko pussy pe dabaya. “Choos.” Toothbrush dhoondha, Vaseline se gaand chodi—dard hua, par Kevin ka chehra dekhne layak tha.

Kevin: Point ban gaya, bedroom chalen?

Mera haath pakda, bathroom se bahar laya. Gussa aaya—mere ghar pe yeh enjoy kiya tha. Ignore kiya, pussy gili thi. Kevin meri gaand mein ungli daalke chuswata tha, pussy chodte hue. Gaand chaatta, soongta—favorite tha.

Mere upar aaya, lund boobs ke beech rakha. Maine uski gaand mein ungli daali. Usne bola, “Ungli nikal, choos.” Aankhon mein dekhte hue choosa.

Kevin: Tere pati ko pata hai tu kitni gandi hai?

Main: Nahi, sirf tere liye gandi kutiya hun.

Woh bola, “Chehre pe thook dun?”

Main: Teri biwi ko pasand aayega ki tu uske bed pe mujhe chodta hai?

Woh chup raha, boobs chodta raha, thook meri gaal pe gira. Phone baja—Sameer. Kevin ne taangein failayi, gaand chodi jab main baat kar rahi thi. Sameer ne poochha kyun haanf rahi hun, maine bola seedhiyon se ankle sprain hua.

Kevin ko roka, par woh tez choda. Sameer ko bola wapas call karungi, “I love you” bolke kaat diya.

Kevin: Kutiya, pati se I love you bolti hai jab mera lund teri gaand mein hai?

Main: Haan, aur andar chodo, I’m cumming!

Saans li. Jaane lagi, photo frame dekha—Sangeeta. Sundar, angelic.

Main: Yeh teri biwi? Main iske saamne kuch nahi.

Kevin: Haan, tu uske paas nahi.

Dil pe laga. Socha tha Kevin pe ehsaan kar rahi hun, par laga main use hui. Gussa, emotion—shabdon mein nahi bata sakti. Thappad marna, rona chahti thi.

Kevin: Sorry, sach bolta hun. Woh model thi, tujhse sundar hai, tu bhi maanti hai na?

Chillayi, “Mera pati tujhse 1000 guna behtar hai, kind, loving, rock hard body, tujhse zyada stamina, tu loser! XXXXXX company mein kaam karta hai, paisa kamata hai, tu Pavan ka office boy rahega, motherfucker!”

Kevin: Shant ho ja.

Main: Go fuck yourself!

Gusse mein darwaze pe sir maara, footpath pe baithke royi. Kevin ka cum meri gaand se nikal raha tha—zindagi ka kamzor moment. Arjun ko call kiya, bus stop pe baithi, woh mujhe ghar le gaya. Kuch galat laga, par usne nahi poochha. Raat rukne ko bola.

Ghar aaye, maine takiya, kambal diya, “Couch pe so,” boli, bed pe gir gayi. Darwaza khula chhoda. Dimaag thaka, sharir sunn, ganda laga. So gayi, do ghante ki nap li. Uthi to Arjun bed pe baitha tha.

Uske peeth pe laat maari, “Kya hua?” Woh aansoon liye bola, “Kuch nahi di.” Use gale lagaya, “Mujhe pata hai tu kyun pareshan hai, hum ek khoon hai.”

Arjun: Tu aisi kyun hai? Pyara pati hai, fir us jerk se kyun milti hai? Main use maar dalunga! Tu bikhar gayi hai!

Main: Sahi hai, nahi pata kyun hun aisi. Promise, sab sambhalungi, time chahiye.

Arjun: Tere paas so sakta hun?

Main: Haan, takiya le aa.

Sone ka natak kiya. Khushi hui—yeh immature ladka gentle, caring tha. Kiss karna chahti thi, par shaadi wale din ka incident yaad tha—usne meri gaand chaati thi, baat nahi ki thi. Badi behen hone ke naate galat tha, use apni toxicity se bachaana tha.

Arjun paas aaya, uski saans gardan pe lagi. “Di, I love you,” bola. Sharir kaanp utha, par natak kiya. Peeth mein khujli hui, tees upar ki, “Khujla de.” Usne dheere ragda, maine bola zor se.

Usne chhidaya, main taangein hawa mein maari. “Aur kuch?” usne poochha. “Nahi, so ja,” boli. Face-to-face hue. Woh mujhe ghoorta raha, 15 minute baad aankhein kholi—mere boobs dekh raha tha.

Muskura di, uska chehra boobs pe dabaya. Uska boner thigh pe laga, woh choosne laga. Passive rahi, sharir free chhoda. Nipples pinch kiye, “Dard ho raha hai?” poochha. Guidance maanga, maine wink kiya.

Pyjama neeche kiya, taangein failayi. Woh pussy ko kareeb se dekhta raha, curious. Taangein aur failayi. Uski saans chut pe lagi, chaatne wala tha, maine roka, “Nahi! Meri holes gandi hai Kevin ke cum se.”

Arjun: Kya matlab di? Bisexual hun kya?

Main: Ladkon ki taraf attract hota hai?

Arjun: Chee, nahi!

Main: To uska cum kyun chaata?

Arjun: Tera sharir pavitra hai, jo nikle woh amrit hai.

Main: Chalu harami, fir bhi nahi. Saaf hona hai.

Arjun: Tujhe nahla doon?

Main: Haan, kyun nahi.

Nange hue, bath stool pe baithi. Woh peeth ragad raha tha, mere saamne aaya, armpit soongi, lund rakha. Main has padi. Woh sharminda hua, maine uska lund pakda, deep throat kiya, balls choose. Woh mere chehre pe jhad gaya.

Paani daala, “Chaar haathon pe aa,” bola. Ungli se Kevin ka cum nikala, holes dhoye. Ek rub se orgasm hua. “Nahana khatam?” “Haan,” bola. “Bahar ja, hagga karna hai,” maine bola.

Woh udaas hua, “Dekh sakta hun?”

“Yuck, nahi!”

Sir jhukake chala gaya. Sochke horny hui ki woh mujhe hagte dekhe. Darwaza khula tha, uski presence lagi. Kaam khatam kiya, gaand nahi saaf ki. “Apni behen ki gaand dhona chahta hai?” bola. Woh taangein failaya, ungli asshole pe ragdi, daali, boobs choosa.

Bath area mein gaand dhoyi. Shower chalu tha, “Pee karna hai,” bola. Toilet ja raha tha, maine roka, “Mujh pe kar.” Muh khola, piss aankh pe lagi, boobs, chehre pe aim kiya. Maine lund pakda, chut pe kiya. Shower aur piss ka feeling shandaar tha. Arjun ne holes chaati, lund sehlaya, jhad gaya.
Bathroom se nange bahar aaye—Sameer bed ke paas khada tha. Meri rooh nikal gayi, Arjun bathroom mein lock ho gaya.

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