Ghar Ki Bahu Sex Story: Lucknow Wali Bahu

Log kehte hain ghar ki bahu sex story hamesha devar ya padosi se shuru hoti hai, par meri kahani ek barsati wale kirayedaar se shuru hui. Mera naam Pooja hai, umar chhabbis saal, aur main Lucknow ke chowk wale mohalle me ek purane makaan ki bahu hoon.

Meri shaadi ko do saal ho gaye the. Mere pati Rohan Delhi me ek private company me kaam karte hain, mahine me ek baar ghar aate hain, do raat rukte hain, phir wapas. Sasur guzar chuke the, saas subah se shaam tak pooja paath aur mohalle ki panchayat me busy rehti hain. Ghar me mere alawa bas chhoti nanad thi, jo college jaati thi.

Ghar kharcha chalane ke liye saas ne chhat wali barsati kiraye par utha di. Naya kirayedaar aaya, naam Kabir, umar untees saal, shaadiyon me photographer ka kaam karta tha. Lamba, gehre rang ka, camera hamesha gale me latkaye rehta. Jis din woh samaan lekar aaya, main chhat par kapde sukha rahi thi.

Usne pehli nazar me hi mujhe aise dekha jaise camera ka lens ho. "Bhabhi ji, aap to bilkul heroine lagti hain," usne hanste hue kaha. Maine dupatta theek kiya aur boli, "Zyada maska mat lagao, kiraya time par dena bas." Woh hass diya. Us hasi me kuch tha jo mere pet me gudgudi kar gaya.

Kabir ka kaam raat ko hota tha. Din me woh barsati me sota tha, shaam ko taiyaar hokar nikalta. Kabhi kabhi chhat par aakar cigarette peeta aur sheher ko dekhta rehta. Main jab kapde utaarne jaati, woh wahin milta. Pehle pehle main nazrein chura leti thi. Phir ek din usne kaha, "Bhabhi, aapke chehre par shaam ka ujala bahut achha lagta hai. Ek photo loon?"

"Pagal ho kya? Ghar wale dekh lenge to kya kahenge," maine jhat se mana kar diya. Usne kandhe uchkaye. "Theek hai, jab man kare bata dena." Us raat bistar par leti main sochti rahi. Kab se kisi ne meri tareef nahi ki thi. Rohan to phone par bhi bas "khana khaya?" poochkar rakh dete the.

Teesre din dopahar ko bijli chali gayi. Main chhat par gayi to dekha Kabir ki barsati ka darwaza khula tha aur andar uska camera bag khula pada tha. Woh neeche paani lene gaya tha. Meri nazar bag me pade kuch prints par padi. Meri saansein ruk gayin.

Woh tasveerein meri thin. Chhat par kapde sukhate hue, dupatta sambhalte hue, baalon me ungliyaan phiraate hue. Kisi me main hass rahi thi, kisi me door dekh rahi thi. Usne chhupkar meri kitni tasveerein le li thin, mujhe khabar tak na thi. Mera chehra gusse se laal ho gaya, par dil tez dhadak raha tha. Kisi ne mujhe itne dhyaan se dekha tha, yeh ehsaas ajeeb sa nasha de raha tha.

Main prints haath me liye khadi thi jab Kabir paani ki bottle lekar aaya. Mujhe dekhkar woh thithak gaya. "Bhabhi, woh... main samjha sakta hoon." "Kya samjhaoge? Chhupkar tasveerein lete ho meri? Yeh koi tareeka hai?" Meri awaaz kaanp rahi thi, par usme utna gussa nahi tha jitna hona chahiye tha.

Woh dheere se paas aaya. "Gussa mat hoiye. Jab se aaya hoon, aapko dekhta hoon. Aap is ghar me sabse khoobsurat cheez hain, aur koi aapko dekhta tak nahi. Camera jhooth nahi bolta, bhabhi." Usne ek print meri taraf badhaya. Usme main baarish se pehle wale badalon ko dekh rahi thi, dupatta hawa me udd raha tha.

"Tumhe kisne haq diya?" maine poocha, par meri awaaz ab dheemi ho gayi thi. "Haq to nahi," usne kaha, "par dil ne le liya." Usne mera haath pakda. Uske haath garm the, camera pakadne wale mazboot haath. Main haath chhuda sakti thi. Maine nahi chhudaya.

Us din ke baad chhat par hamari mulaqaatein badh gayin. Saas dopahar ko soti thin, nanad college me hoti thi. Main kapde sukhane ke bahaane upar jaati, woh cigarette ke bahaane wahin milta. Baatein lambi hoti gayin. Usne bataya woh shaadiyon me dulhanon ki tasveerein leta hai, par kehta tha, "Dulhan to taiyaar hoti hai, aap bina taiyaar hue zyada khoobsurat lagti hain."

Ek shaam halki baarish ho rahi thi. Main chhat par kapde utaarne gayi to Kabir wahin tha, bheege baalon ke saath. "Bhabhi, ek photo, bas ek. Baarish me," usne camera uthaya. Is baar maine mana nahi kiya. Maine dupatta hata diya, baal khol diye. Usne kai photo liye. Phir camera neeche rakhkar woh mere paas aaya.

Usne mere geele baalon ko chehre se hataya. Uski ungliyaan mere gaalon par thehri rahin. "Pooja," usne pehli baar mera naam liya. Meri saans tez ho gayi. Usne apne honth mere honthon par rakh diye. Baarish ki boondein hamare chehron par gir rahi thin. Maine uska collar pakad liya aur use apne aur kareeb kheench liya.

Woh kiss lambi hoti gayi. Uski jeebh mere munh me ghusi, meri jeebh se ulajh gayi. Mere haath uski peeth par phisal rahe the, uski kameez baarish me bheegkar jism se chipak gayi thi. Maine uske seene ki garmi apni hatheliyon me mehsoos ki. Mere badan me aag lag gayi thi, do saal se bujhi hui aag.

"Andar chalo," usne meri saans me phoonka. Barsati ka darwaza band hua. Kamra chhota tha, ek palang, ek mez, deewaron par uski li hui tasveerein. Un tasveeron me ajnabi chehre the, par ab meri tasveer bhi unme shamil hone wali thi, ek alag tareeke se.

Usne meri geeli kameez ke button kholne shuru kiye. Ek, do, teen. Meri saansein har button ke saath tez hoti gayin. Kameez zameen par giri. Usne meri bra ka hook khola aur use utaar phenka. Mere boobs azaad hue, baarish ki thandak se mere nipple sakht ho gaye the. Usne unhe haathon me liya, halke se dabaya, phir jhukkar ek nipple munh me le liya.

Mere munh se cheekh nikal gayi. "Kabir..." Usne doosre haath se doosra boob masla, ungliyon se nipple ko maroda. Meri kamar apne aap uski taraf jhuk gayi. Usne mujhe palang par litaya. Meri salwar ka naada khola, use neeche sarakaya. Main uske saamne poori nangi thi, sirf geele baalon ke saath.

Woh mujhe dekhta raha, jaise tasveer le raha ho, par is baar aankhon se. "Tumhe pata hai tum kitni khoobsurat ho?" Usne mere pait par haath phira, naabhi ke neeche, phir meri chut ke upar. Usne ungli se meri chut ki darar ko sehlaya. Main bheeg chuki thi, poori tarah.

Usne do ungliyaan meri chut me daal din. Main tadap uthi. "Ahh... dheere..." "Dheere kyun, bhabhi? Tumhe to tez chahiye." Usne ungliyaan andar bahar karni shuru ki, tez, gehri. Mere koolhe palang par uchhalne lage. Usne apne honth mere honthon par rakhe taaki meri cheekhein bahar na jaayein.

Phir woh neeche sarka. Usne meri taangein failayin aur apna chehra meri chut me gad diya. Uski jeebh meri chut ke daane par lagi aur main pagal ho gayi. "Kabir, wahan... haan wahan..." Usne jeebh se chatna shuru kiya, lambi lambi chaat, phir daane ko honthon me lekar chusa. Mere haath uske baalon me the, main uska sir apni chut par dabaa rahi thi.

Mera jism kaanpne laga. Pehli baar do saal me, main jhadne wali thi. "Main... main aa rahi hoon..." Meri chut ne uski jeebh par paani chhod diya. Main cheekhi, par usne mera munh apne haath se band kar diya tha. Meri taangein uske sir ke gird jakad gayin. Jab toofan thama, main haanf rahi thi, paseene me bheegi.

Usne apni kameez utaari, pant kholi. Uska lund khada tha, lamba aur mota, nassein ubhri hui. Meri aankhein phail gayin. Rohan se dugna lag raha tha. Usne lund ko haath me liya aur meri chut ke munh par ragda. Main sisak uthi. "Andar daalo, ab raha nahi jaata."

Usne lund ka topa meri chut me ghusaya. Dheere dheere, poora lund andar tak. Meri chut itne arse baad itna bhara mehsoos kar rahi thi ki meri aankhon me aansu aa gaye. "Pooja, tum kitni garam ho andar se," usne kaha aur dhakke lagaane shuru kiye. Pehle dheeme, phir tez.

Palang churmuraane laga. Usne meri taangein apne kandhon par rakh lin aur gehri chudai shuru ki. Har dhakka meri bachchedani tak pahunch raha tha. "Haan... aur tez... aur tez..." Main chilla rahi thi, par baarish ki awaaz me meri cheekhein dab gayin. Usne meri chut me paani chhodne se pehle lund bahar nikala aur mere pet par jhada. Garam veerya mere pait par phaila.

Hum dono haanfte hue lete rahe. Baarish tez ho gayi thi. Usne mere maathe par kiss kiya. "Bhabhi se Pooja banne me do saal lag gaye," usne kaha. Main hass di. Pehli baar itne arse me, main khud ko zinda mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Us raat ke baad yeh roz ka dastoor ban gaya. Dopahar ko, jab ghar soya hota, main chhat par jaati. Kabhi woh meri tasveer leta, kabhi hum barsati me band ho jaate. Har baar naya tareeka, nayi jagah. Ek din usne meri tasveer li jab main uske palang par nangi leti thi, chaadar aadhi hati hui. "Yeh sirf meri hai," usne kaha.

Ek shaam usne mujhe chhat ki munder par bithaya. Neeche mohalla tha, upar khula aasmaan. Usne meri salwar neeche sarakai, khud ghutnon par baitha aur meri chut chaatne laga, khule aasmaan ke neeche. Darr bhi tha, maza bhi. Koi aa sakta tha, par us darr ne maza dugna kar diya. Main uske baalon ko kheench rahi thi, honth kaat rahi thi taaki awaaz na nikle.

Phir usne mujhe munder se utaara, meri kamar pakadkar mujhe jhukaya aur peeche se meri chut me lund daal diya. Khade khade, chhat par, Lucknow ki roshniyon ke saamne. Uske dhakke tez the, uske haath mere boobs par the, unhe kapdon ke upar se masal rahe the. Main jhadi, phir woh jhada, meri peeth par.

Mahine ke aakhir me Rohan aaye. Do raat ruke. Unhone mujhme tabdeeli mehsoos ki. "Tum kuch khili khili lag rahi ho," unhone kaha. Maine muskurakar kaha, "Baarish ka mausam hai." Un raaton me jab Rohan mujhe chhute, main aankhein band karke Kabir ko sochti. Rohan ko khabar na thi ki unki biwi ab poori tarah jaag chuki hai.

Rohan ke jaane ke baad pehli dopahar, main seedha barsati gayi. Darwaza khula tha. Kabir palang par leta tha. Main darwaza band karke us par toot padi. Maine uski kameez phaadi, uske lund ko munh me liya. Pehli baar maine kisi ka lund chusa tha, poori bhukh ke saath. Woh mere baalon me haath phira raha tha, "Haan Pooja, aise hi..."

Us din humne teen baar chudai ki. Teesri baar ke baad hum nange hi so gaye. Shaam ko jab main neeche aayi, saas ne poocha, "Itni der chhat par kya kar rahi thi?" "Kapde teh kar rahi thi, amma," maine kaha. Mere chehre ki laali ko unhone thakaan samjha.

Ab yeh meri zindagi ban gayi hai. Ghar ki bahu din me sanskaari, raat ko ya dopahar ko Kabir ki Pooja. Usne meri sau se zyada tasveerein li hain, par kehta hai asli tasveer to uski aankhon me hai, jab main uske neeche tadapti hoon. Kal usne kaha, "Pooja, tumhare jaisi model to shaadiyon me bhi nahi milti."

Maine uske gaal par halka sa thappad maara aur boli, "Model nahi, bahu hoon. Par tumhare liye hamesha taiyaar." Usne mujhe god me uthaya aur barsati ke andar le gaya. Baarish phir shuru ho gayi thi. Chhat par boondein gir rahi thin, aur andar hum dono ek doosre me gehre utarte jaa rahe the.