Hindi Sex Stories: Jaipur Ka Mehmaan

Darwaza khula tha, bas itni si galti thi. Main nahakar bahar aayi thi, badan par sirf ek towel lipta tha, aur tabhi bedroom ka darwaza khul gaya. Karan samne khada tha, haath mein chai ka cup, aankhein meri taraf jami hui. "Sorry! Sorry!" woh bola, lekin palatkar gaya nahi. Yeh hindi sex stories ki woh kahani hai jo ek khule darwaze se shuru hui thi.

Mera naam Sangeeta hai, umar battis saal. Jaipur mein rehti hoon, shaadi ko saat saal ho gaye hain. Mera pati Amit aksar kaam se bahar rehta hai, kabhi Delhi, kabhi Mumbai. Karan Amit ka college ka sabse achha dost hai, paintis saal ka, abhi tak kunwara. Uske flat mein paint ho raha tha, toh ek hafte ke liye hamare ghar rehne aaya tha. Amit ne phone par kaha tha, "Karan ko guest room de dena, woh seedha ladka hai."

Seedha. Haan, bilkul. Us dopahar ke baad mujhe pata chala woh kitna seedha hai. Darwaza khulne ke baad woh do second tak wahi khada raha. Uski nazar mere kandhe se phisalkar mere seene par ruki, jahan towel kas kar bandha tha. Meri saansein tez ho gayi. "Andar kaise aaye?" maine puchha, awaaz kaanp rahi thi. "Tumne awaaz nahi suni, maine knock kiya tha," woh bola, lekin uski aankhein ab bhi wahi thi.

"Bahir jao," maine kaha. Woh palta, lekin darwaze par rukkar bola, "Towel achha lag raha hai." Aur chala gaya. Main bistar par baith gayi, dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Gussa aana chahiye tha, lekin gusse ki jagah kuch aur tha. Ek ajeeb si garmi, jo mere pet se lekar neeche tak phail rahi thi. Saat saalon ki shaadi mein Amit ne mujhe kabhi is nazar se nahi dekha tha.

Shaam ko khana maine banaya. Karan ne madad ki, sabzi kaati, meri taarif ki. "Amit toh kehta tha tumhe khana banana nahi aata," woh bola. "Amit ko bahut kuch nahi pata," maine kaha, aur hum dono hans diye. Khana khate waqt uska pair table ke neeche mere pair se takraya. Usne hataya nahi. Maine bhi nahi hataya. Bijli si daudi mere andar.

Raat ko Amit ka video call aaya. Usne Karan se baat ki, mujhse do minute baat ki, phir kaam ka bahana karke phone rakh diya. Main balcony mein khadi thi, Karan mere paas aakar khada ho gaya. Jaipur ki raat, halki thandi hawa, neeche sadak par auto ki awaaz. "Dopahar ke liye sorry," woh bola. "Koi baat nahi," maine kaha. Lekin hum dono jaante the ki sorry ka matlab kuch aur tha.

Woh meri taraf muda. Uski saansein mere chehre par mehsoos ho rahi thi. "Sangeeta," woh bola, bas mera naam, lekin us awaaz mein itna kuch tha. Maine uski aankhon mein dekha, aur phir maine woh kiya jo mujhe nahi karna chahiye tha. Maine apna chehra thoda upar kiya. Uske honth mere honthon par aa gaye.

Chumban dheema shuru hua, phir tez ho gaya. Uske haath meri kamar par aaye, mujhe apni taraf kheenche. Main uski chhaati se chipak gayi, uski garmi mehsoos ki. Uska ek haath meri peeth par phisla, dusra meri gardan par. Maine uske baalon mein ungliyaan daal di. Saat saal baad kisi ne mujhe is tarah chhua tha, aur mera sharir jaise jaag utha.

"Andar chalo," woh fusfusaya. Maine uska haath pakda aur use apne bedroom mein le gayi. Amit ka kamra, hamari shaadi ki tasveer deewar par. Maine us taraf dekha nahi. Karan ne darwaza band kiya, lekin lock nahi lagaya. Shayad hum dono chahte the ki koi aa jaye, ya shayad hum dono ko parwah nahi thi.

Usne meri kurti ke button kholne shuru kiye, ek ek karke, dheere dheere. Meri saansein tez ho rahi thi. Kurti zameen par giri. Uske baad meri bra, uski ungliyon ne hook khola. Mere boobs azaad ho gaye, thandi hawa mein mere nipples sakht ho gaye. Usne ek pal dekha, phir jhukkar ek nipple ko munh mein le liya.

Uski jeebh mere nipple ke gird ghoomi, daant halke se kate. Maine uske baal pakad liye, apne aap ko rok nahi payi. Dusre boob ko usne haath se masla, zor se, lekin pyaar se. Meri chudai ki pyaas itni thi ki main kaanp rahi thi. Usne mujhe bistar par litaya, meri salwar ka naada khola, use neeche sarka diya. Panty bhi utar gayi.

Main uske saamne nangi leti thi, aur woh khada mujhe dekh raha tha. Usne apni t-shirt utari, phir apni jeans. Uska lund bahar aaya, lamba, mota, poori tarah khada. Meri chut mein ek lehar si daudi. Maine haath badhakar use pakad liya, garam, dhadak raha tha. Maine use dheere dheere hilaya, woh aankhein band karke "ahh" kar utha.

"Munh mein lo," woh bola. Main ghutnon par baithi, uske saamne. Maine uske lund ko chaata, upar se neeche tak, phir poora munh mein le liya. Namkeen swaad meri jeebh par phaila. Maine tez tez hilaya, sir upar neeche kiya, haath se uske andkosh sehlae. Uska sharir kaanpne laga, usne mere baal pakad liye. "Bas, ab bas," woh bola, mujhe uthate hue.

Usne mujhe bistar par dhakka diya, meri taangein phaila di. Woh mere upar aaya, uske lund ka topa meri chut ke munh par ragda. Main geeli thi, bahut geeli, lekin usne andar daalne mein jaldi nahi ki. Woh ragadta raha, mujhe tadpata raha, jab tak maine "andar daalo, please" nahi kaha. Tab usne ek dhakke mein poora andar daal diya.

Main chillayi, takiye mein munh chhupaya. Itna bhara hua mehsoos kabhi nahi hua tha. Woh rukkar mere andar raha, mujhe aadat padne di, phir dheere dheere hilne laga. Har dhakka gehra tha, har dhakke mein meri chut uske lund ko jakad rahi thi. Usne mere honth choome, mere boobs dabaye, aur neeche se zor lagaya.

Raftaar badhi. Bistar cheekhne laga, deewar se takraya. Mere nakhun uski peeth par nishan bana rahe the. "Karan, tez, aur tez," main hanf rahi thi. Usne meri kamar pakadkar mujhe apni taraf kheenche, har dhakka pehle se gehra. Mere pet mein ek garmi uthi, phaili, aur phir main jhad gayi, uska naam chillate hue, mera sharir uske neeche kaanp raha tha.

Woh ruka nahi. Usne mujhe palta diya, ghutnon par kiya, peeche se aaya. Uska lund phir meri chut mein ghusa, is baar aur gehra. Uske haath mere boobs par the, woh unhe masalte hue dhakke lagata raha. Main bistar ki chaadar pakde hue thi, har dhakke par aage sarak rahi thi. "Tumhari chut kitni tight hai," woh hanfa. "Amit pagal hai jo tumhe chhodkar jaata hai."

Uske shabdon ne mujhe aur garam kar diya. Maine apni gaand uski taraf dhakeli, use aur andar lene ke liye. Woh pagal ho gaya, tez tez dhakke, uski saansein mere kaan mein. Phir woh ekdum gehra gaya, ruka, aur maine mehsoos kiya uska garam pani mere andar phail raha hai. Woh mere upar gir pada, hum dono paseene mein bheeg rahe the.

Hum waise hi lete rahe, uska wazan mujh par, meri saansein dheere ho rahi thi. "Yeh galat hai," maine fusfusaya. "Pata hai," woh bola. "Phir bhi?" maine puchha. Usne mere gaal par chuma. "Phir bhi." Bahar kahin kutta bhaunk raha tha, pankha ghoom raha tha, aur main apne pati ke bistar mein uske sabse achhe dost ke neeche nangi leti thi. Aur mujhe koi pachtawa nahi tha.

Agli subah main jaldi uth gayi, jaise kuch hua hi nahi. Maine nashta banaya, Karan normal tha, main normal thi. Lekin jab woh bathroom mein gaya, main darwaze ke bahar khadi rahi. Paani ki awaaz sunayi di. Maine darwaza khola. Woh shower ke neeche khada tha, paani uske sharir par beh raha tha. Usne mudkar dekha, hairan nahi hua. Jaise use pata tha main aaungi.

Main kapde utaarkar shower mein ghus gayi. Garam paani hum dono par gir raha tha. Usne mujhe deewar se lagaya, paani meri peeth par beh raha tha. Uska lund phir khada tha, meri jaangh se lag raha tha. Humne ek dusre ko sabun lagaya, haath har jagah phire. Usne mere boobs par jhaag banaya, unhe masla, mere nipples ko ungliyon se ainthha.

Maine ghutne teke, shower ke neeche hi uska lund munh mein liya. Paani mere chehre par gir raha tha, uska lund mere munh mein. Maine use chusa, tez, gehara, jab tak woh kaanpne nahi laga. Phir woh mujhe uthakar deewar se lagaya, meri ek taang uthayi, aur khade khade hi andar daal diya. Paani mein geeli meri chut ne use aasaani se andar liya.

Khade hokar chudai ka apna maza tha. Uska har dhakka mujhe deewar se lagata, paani hum dono ko bhigo raha tha. Usne meri gaand pakad rakhi thi, mujhe uthaye hue tha. Main uske kandhe par kaat rahi thi, apne aap ko rokne ke liye. "Jhadne wali hoon," main cheekhi. "Saath mein," woh bola. Hum dono ek saath jhade, paani ke neeche, ek dusre se lipte hue.

Bahar aakar humne ek dusre ko pochha, hans rahe the, jaise do bachche hon. Usne mere maathe par chuma. "Tumhara pati bahut lucky hai," woh bola. "Woh yeh jaanta nahi," maine kaha. Hum dono chup ho gaye. Sach kadwa tha, lekin us pal mein hum dono ko uski parwah nahi thi.

Woh hafta meri zindagi ka sabse lamba aur sabse chhota hafta tha. Din mein hum ajnabi the, raat mein premi. Har raat nayi jagah, naya tareeka. Sofa, kitchen ki slab, balcony ki andheri corner. Amit roz phone karta, main roz jhooth bolti. "Sab theek hai, Karan achha hai, khana kha liya."

Aakhri din Karan ka samaan pack ho gaya. Paint wala flat taiyaar tha. Darwaze par woh ruka, meri taraf dekha. "Yeh hafta..." woh bola, phir ruk gaya. Maine uski t-shirt ka ek kona pakda jo usne mujhe di thi, pehli raat ke baad. "Yeh mere paas rahegi," maine kaha. Usne muskurakar mera haath dabaya, aur chala gaya.

Main darwaze par khadi use jaate dekhti rahi, uski t-shirt mere haath mein. Andar se Amit ka message aaya, "Kal aa raha hoon." Maine phone rakh diya, t-shirt ko seene se lagaya, us par ab bhi Karan ki khushbu thi. Darwaza band kiya, lekin is baar andar se lock lagaya. Kuch darwaze khule rehne chahiye, kuch hamesha ke liye band.