Padosi Ki Bibi, Raat Bhar Ka Khel Jab Uske Husband Late Aate The Toh Woh Meri Taraf Dekhne Lagti Thi Aur Ek Raat Maine Uska Darwaza Khatkhataya

Mera naam Rohan hai. Flat number 4B mein rehta hoon. Saamne 4A mein Meera aur uska husband Vikram rehte hain. Vikram almost hamesha late aata hai – client meetings, late-night calls. Meera aksar balcony mein akeli khadi rehti thi, soft cotton nighty mein, thodi si cleavage dikhti, baal khule. Main usko dekhte dekhte paagal ho gaya tha.
Ek Friday raat, 11:30 baje. Lights band the uske ghar ke, lekin balcony se halki si cigarette ki glow dikh rahi thi. Main nikal gaya. “Meera ji… aap abhi bhi uthi hui?” usne peeche mudke dekha. Nighty uske body pe chipki hui thi, nipples thode se tight. “Rohan… aap? Itni raat ko?” uski aawaz mein thodi si tension thi, lekin aankhon mein kuch aur.
Main uske paas gaya. “Aap aksar akeli rehti ho. Main soch raha tha… kuch help chahiye?” usne cigarette bujha di aur mere taraf dekhte hue bola, “Help? Kya help?” Main ne uska haath pakda. Garam tha. “Jo aap maango.”
Woh thodi der chup rahi, phir dheere se bola, “Andar aao. Vikram aaj subah tak nahi aayega.”
Living room mein light dim thi. Usne door band kiya. Main uske peeche se lag gaya, haath uske waist pe. Nighty ke upar se uske soft stomach ko feel kiya. Woh peeche ki taraf jhuk gayi, mera lund uske gaand pe press ho gaya. “Rohan… yeh galat hai…” lekin uska haath peeche aake mere jeans ke zip pe tha.
Main ne uski nighty upar ki. Koi bra nahi. Bade, soft boobs haath mein aa gaye. Nipples already hard. Main ne unhe pinch kiya, muh mein liya. Woh moan karne lagi. “Ahh… dheere…” Main ne usko sofa pe litaya, legs failaye. Panty geeli thi. Main ne tongue se uski chut chaati – pehle slow, phir tezz. Woh mere baal pakad ke khinchne lagi. “Rohan… andar daalo… please…”
Main ne jeans utari. Lund already rock hard. Usne haath se pakda, muh mein liya – gili, garam, deep. Main uske baal pakad ke thoda rough fuck kiya uske muh ko. Phir usko uthaya, table pe litaya, legs shoulder pe, aur ek hi dhakke mein andar ghus gaya. Tight, garam, bilkul soaked. “Fuuuck… Meera… itni tight…”
Main usko doggy mein kiya, hair pull karke. Har dhakke pe uske boobs hil rahe the. Woh apni aawaz daba rahi thi, lekin phir bhi “Rohan… aur tezz… tod do mujhe…” nikal raha tha. Main ne uski gaand pe thappad maara, phir uski chut ko aur deep tak bhara. Jab main cum karne wala tha, usne kaha “Bahar mat nikaal… andar daal…” Main ne pure load uske andar bhar diya.
Baad mein woh mere seene pe leti rahi. “Yeh sirf aaj ke liye hai…” lekin uski aankhon mein clear tha – yeh shuruat hai. Next week jab Vikram phir late hua, usne khud message kiya: “Aaj bhi akeli hoon. Door khula hai.”