Bhabhi Sex Kahani: Boutique Wali Shaam

Yeh ek aisi bhabhi sex kahani hai jo ek aam si shaam ko shuru hui thi. "Bas bas, hold, phone ko thoda left kar na," Shalini bhabhi ne reels wala pose roka aur meri taraf dekha, camera abhi bhi mere haath mein on tha. "Woh red cursor wali kurti leke aana tha, tu hi bhool gaya."

Maine hass ke phone thoda tilt kiya. "Bhabhi, ye bhabhi sex kahani wali lighting nahi hai, ye real boutique ka shoot hai. Model ko camera bhi dekhna padta hai."

"Model ko camera dekhna padta hai," usne meri nakal utari, dono haath kamar pe rakh ke. Woh blue georgette suit mein thi, dupatta ek kandhe pe, boutique ki tube-light uske chehre pe pad rahi thi. "Rohan, tu hostel se sirf mujhe pareshan karne aaya hai na."

"Main aaya hoon tumhare Instagram ko viral karne," maine bola, aur record button phir se dabaya. "Chalo, action."

Shalini bhabhi Delhi ke Lakshmi Nagar mein rehti thi, mere bade bhai Arjun ki biwi. Bhai job ke liye Gurgaon shift ho gaya tha hafte mein paanch din, aur bhabhi ne ghar ke front room ko chhoti si boutique bana rakha tha. Salwar, kurti, dupatte, sab unke haath se design kiye hue. Maine garmi ki chhutti mein wapas aate hi unka phone utha liya tha. "Reels banate hain, boutique ko online daalte hain," maine kaha tha. Us din se har shaam saat baje shoot hota tha.

Us shaam shoot thoda lamba khincha. Bhabhi ne teen naye design dikhaye, maine close-up liye, phir ek transition wala shot jismein woh dupatta ghuma ke palat ti hain. Dupatta ghumate waqt uska dupatta mere chehre pe laga. Soft sa touch, georgette ki khushboo. Usne turant pakda. "Dekh ke ghuma na, andha."

"Andha nahi, cameraman," maine kaha, lekin mere gala mein kuch atak gaya tha. Uske itne kareeb khade hoke, uske paseene ki halki khushboo, uske honthon ka woh halka sa curve jab woh hasti thi. Bhabhi umar mein mujhse aath saal badi thi, lekin us shaam woh model lag rahi thi aur main sirf ek ladka jiska haath kaanp raha tha.

"Chal, last shot," usne kaha, aur suit ke upar wala button khola taaki neckline thoda deep lage. "Thumbnail ke liye. Thoda bold lagna chahiye, samjha kar, online bikta hai."

Maine phone uthaya, par meri ungli record pe jaane se pehle ruk gayi. Uske gale ki haddi se neeche, georgette ke andar, uske boobs ka curve saaf dikh raha tha. Usne meri nazar pakad li. Ek second ke liye dono chup. Phir usne dheere se bola, "Dekh liya na. Ab shoot kar."

Maine shoot kiya. Das second ka clip. Uske baad maine phone neeche rakha aur bola, "Bhabhi, tum bahut khoobsurat ho."

Woh hansi, par uski hansi mein pehli baar woh bhabhi wali hansi nahi thi. "Rohan, ye line camera ke liye thi ya mere liye."

"Tumhare liye," maine kaha, aur do kadam aage badh gaya. Boutique ka shutter aadha gira hua tha, bahar gali mein bachche khel rahe the, andar sirf hum dono. Maine uska haath pakda. Usne haath nahi chhudaya.

"Tera bhai," usne dheere se kaha.

"Gurgaon mein hai," maine kaha. "Aur tum yahan ho."

Usne meri aankhon mein dekha, phir apne honth kaat liye. "Tu pagal ho gaya hai, Rohan."

"Haan," maine kaha, aur uske gaal pe haath rakha. Uski skin garam thi. Maine uske honthon pe apne honth rakhe. Pehle dheere, phir zor se. Usne ek pal ko dhakka diya, phir uske dono haath meri gardan ke peeche aa gaye aur usne mujhe apni taraf kheench liya. Uske honth naram the, aur uski jeebh meri jeebh se takrayi to mere poore jism mein current daud gaya.

Hum boutique ke trial room ke paas wali deewar se lag gaye. Uska dupatta neeche gir gaya. Maine uske suit ke button kholne shuru kiye, ek ek karke, aur woh meri t-shirt ke neeche haath daal ke meri peeth sehlane lagi. Uske nakhun meri skin mein dhans rahe the. "Rohan," usne saans lete hue kaha, "darwaza."

Maine palat ke boutique ka main darwaza band kiya, kundali lagayi, aur wapas aaya to woh apna suit utaar chuki thi. Neeche sirf ek kaale rang ki bra aur matching panty. Uske boobs bra mein kase hue the, bhare hue, gol. Maine usko uthaya aur trial room ke andar le gaya, wahan ek chhota sa stool tha aur sheesha. Maine use sheeshe ke saamne khada kiya.

"Dekho," maine uske kaan mein fusfusaya, peeche se usko pakad ke. "Kitni sexy lag rahi ho."

Usne sheeshe mein meri taraf dekha. Uski aankhein chamak rahi thi. Maine uski bra ka hook khola. Bra dheeli hui aur uske boobs azaad ho gaye, bhare hue, nipples khade. Maine dono haathon se unko pakda, halke se dabaya. Woh sisak padi. "Ahh, Rohan, dheere."

"Dheere kyun," maine kaha, aur uske ek nipple ko ungliyon se masla, phir jhuk ke use munh mein le liya. Maine chusa, zor zor se, jeebh ghuma ghuma ke. Uske haath mere baalon mein the, woh mujhe aur dabaa rahi thi. "Haan, aise hi," woh bol rahi thi, "aur zor se, Rohan."

Maine uski panty ke andar haath daala. Uski chut poori geeli thi, garam, chipchipi. Maine ek ungli andar daali, phir do. Woh mere kandhe pe jhuk gayi. "Teri ungliyaan," usne haanfte hue kaha, "andar tak daal na."

Maine ungliyon ko andar bahar kiya, tez, uske clit ko anguthe se ragadte hue. Uske ghutne kaanpne lage. "Main, main aa rahi hoon," woh boli, aur uski chut ne meri ungliyon ko kas ke pakad liya. Uska pani nikal gaya, meri ungliyaan bheeg gayin. Woh mere seene se lag ke haanf rahi thi. Maine apni geeli ungliyaan uske honthon pe rakhi. Usne unko chata, meri aankhon mein dekhte hue, aur dheere se boli, "Tera swaad bhi ab mera swaad hai." Uski jeebh meri ungliyon pe ghumi, aur mera lund jeans mein aur tight ho gaya. Woh hansi, neeche haath badha ke use jeans ke upar se pakda. "Ye to taiyaar khada hai," usne kaha, use halka sa dabate hue. "Isko bahar nikalne de ab."

"Ab meri baari," maine kaha, aur apni t-shirt utaar di, phir jeans. Mera lund poora khada tha, tight, nasen ubhri hui. Usne use dekha aur uski aankhein phail gayin. "Itna bada," usne fusfusaya. "Tere bhai se bada hai."

Woh ghutnon pe baith gayi aur mere lund ko haath mein liya. Pehle usne uske top ko ungliyon se sehlaya, phir apne honthon se chhua. Phir poora munh mein le liya. Garam, geela, tight. Usne chusna shuru kiya, upar neeche, tez tez. Mere ghutne kamzor hone lage. "Bhabhi," maine kaha, "aise chusogi to main abhi jhad jaunga."

"To jhad ja na," usne munh se nikaal ke kaha, phir phir se le liya, aur is baar aur tez. Uske haath mere andkosh sehla rahe the. Maine uske baal pakad liye aur uske munh mein dhakka dene laga. Kuch hi pal mein mere jism mein lehar uthi. "Aa raha hoon," maine kaha, par usne munh nahi hataya. Main uske munh mein jhad gaya, garam dhaar uske gale tak gayi. Usne nigal liya, phir uthi aur apne honth ponchhe.

"Abhi khatam nahi hua," usne kaha, meri aankhon mein dekh ke. Mera lund phir se khada hone laga tha, usko dekh ke. Usne meri taraf peeth ki aur stool pe haath rakh ke jhuk gayi. "Peeche se kar. Mujhe aise hi pasand hai."

Maine uske peeche khada hoke uske chootadon ko pakda, gol, naram. Maine apne lund ko uski geeli chut pe ragda, upar neeche, phir dheere se andar dhakel diya. Woh chilayi, "Ahh, poora daal na." Maine ek jhatke mein poora andar kar diya. Uski chut tight thi, garam, mere lund ko kas ke pakde hue.

Maine dhakke lagane shuru kiye, pehle dheere, phir tez. Har dhakke pe uske boobs aage peeche hil rahe the, woh sheeshe mein khud ko dekh rahi thi. "Aur tez, Rohan, aur tez," woh chilla rahi thi. "Meri chut ko phaad de." Maine uske baal pakad ke uska sir peeche kheecha aur tez dhakke lagaye. Trial room ki deewar hil rahi thi. Har baar jab main poora andar jata, woh ek halki si cheekh dabati, apna honth kaat leti. "Bahar wale sun lenge," maine haanfte hue kaha. "To dheere cheekh," usne palat ke kaha, uski aankhein nashili, "par rukna mat." Maine uske ek haath ko peeche kheench ke pakda, doosre se uska clit ragda, aur dhakkon ki raftaar aur badha di. Uski chut ne mere lund ko itna kas ke pakda ki mujhe laga main abhi jhad jaunga, par maine khud ko roka. Abhi nahi. Abhi usko aur tadpana tha.

"Ruk," usne achanak kaha. Woh seedhi hui, palti, aur mujhe stool pe bitha diya. Phir meri god mein aa ke baith gayi, mera lund apni chut mein lete hue. Woh upar neeche hone lagi, apne haath meri gardan mein daal ke. Is position mein woh poora control mein thi, har baar poora andar le rahi thi. Uske boobs mere chehre ke saamne the, maine unko chusa, kaata halka sa. "Kaat mat, nishan pad jayega," usne hansi mein kaha, phir zor se uchhli.

Uske uchhalne ki raftaar badh gayi. Uski saansein tez, uski chut se geeli aawazein aa rahi thi. "Main phir aa rahi hoon," usne kaha. "Tu bhi aa, saath mein." Maine uske chootad pakad ke neeche se dhakke lagaye, tez tez, aur hum dono ek saath jhade. Uska pani meri jaanghon pe beh gaya, mera veerya uski chut mein. Woh mere seene pe gir padi, dono paseene mein bheegge, haanfte hue.

Kuch der hum waise hi baithe rahe. Bahar gali mein bachchon ki aawazein aa rahi thi, andar boutique ki tube-light jal rahi thi. Usne mera chehra apne haathon mein liya. "Ye shoot wali reel kabhi upload mat karna," usne kaha, halki si muskaan ke saath.

"Kaunsi reel," maine pucha.

"Wohi, jismein model camera dekhna bhool gayi thi," usne kaha, aur mere maathe pe chumban diya. "Kal shaam saat baje, same time. Naya design aaya hai. Aur haan, phone charge karke rakhna, cameraman."

Maine usko dekha, uske bikhre baal, uske honthon ki laali, aur bola, "Kal sirf shoot hoga ya."

"Kal dekhte hain," usne kaha, apna dupatta uthate hue, "pehle shoot, phir jo hoga." Usne darwaze ki kundali kholi, aur boutique ki tube-light bujha di.