Sachi Chudai Kahani Hindi: Farmhouse Wali Woh Raat

Kunal ne farmhouse ka main door band kiya aur lock ki awaaz mere seene mein goonj gayi.

Yeh meri sachi chudai kahani hindi mein hai. Jo hua, jaisa hua, bilkul waisa likh rahi hoon. Naam badal diye hain, par ehsaas wahi hain.

Mera naam Ritu hai. Umar 31. Shaadi ko 7 saal ho gaye. Pati Pune mein bank mein hain, main ghar sambhalti hoon. Zindagi set thi. Bas bistar mein kuch missing tha.

Kunal mera college ka dost tha. Final year mein hum dono ke beech kuch hua tha, par baat aage nahi badhi. Uske baad woh Mumbai chala gaya, main Pune. Shaadiyan ho gayin. Contact Facebook par bana raha.

Us din uska message aaya. "Ritu, Lonavala ke paas mera farmhouse hai. Weekend par aa ja. Purane dost milenge. Sirf tu aur main."

Maine ek pal socha. Phir pati se kaha, "Sahili ke ghar ja rahi hoon, uski beti ki birthday hai." Jhooth bolte hue meri awaaz nahi kaanpi. Shayad andar se main yahi chahti thi.

Saturday dopahar main farmhouse pahunchi. Kunal gate par khada tha. 33 ka ho gaya tha, par wahi shararti muskaan.

"Tu bilkul nahi badli," usne kaha. Usne mera bag liya. Uske haath mere haath se takraye.

"Tu bhi nahi," maine kaha. Par hum dono jaante the, bahut kuch badal gaya tha.

Farmhouse bada tha. Aam ke ped, swimming pool, aur ek purana bangla. Andar thandak thi.

"Chai piyegi ya seedha pool?" Kunal ne pucha.

"Pool? Maine costume nahi laya."

"Toh bina costume ke," usne aankh maari.

Maine use dhakka diya. "Besharam!"

"College mein toh tu kehti thi, main besharam hoon," usne haste hue kaha. "Tab tu sharmati thi. Ab?"

"Ab main shaadi shuda hoon," maine kaha. Par meri awaaz mein woh sakhti nahi thi jo honi chahiye thi.

Hum verandah mein baithe. Chai aayi. Baatein shuru huin. College ke kisse, professors, woh raat jab hum dono library mein pakde gaye the.

"Yaad hai?" Kunal ne kaha. "Tu kitna dari thi. Maine tera haath pakda tha."

"Yaad hai," maine dheere se kaha. "Us raat ke baad maine tera haath phir kabhi nahi pakda."

"Aaj pakad le," usne apna haath meri taraf badhaya.

Maine uska haath pakad liya. Garam tha. Mazboot tha. Mere pati ka haath is tarah kabhi mehsoos nahi hua tha.

"Ritu," Kunal ne kaha. "Main jhooth nahi bolunga. Maine tujhe yahan dost ki tarah nahi bulaya."

"Toh kis tarah bulaya?" Maine pucha, jaante hue bhi.

"Us tarah," usne kaha, "jis tarah college mein chahta tha, par keh nahi paya."

Mera dil zor se dhadakne laga. Maine uska haath chhoda nahi.

"Kunal, main shaadi shuda hoon," maine kaha. Par maine haath bhi nahi chhoda.

"Main jaanta hoon," usne kaha. "Isiliye main puch raha hoon, keh nahi raha. Ek weekend. Jo hoga, yahin rahega. Koi wada nahi, koi bojh nahi."

Maine uski aankhon mein dekha. Wahan sirf chahat thi. Koi zabardasti nahi.

"Ek shart par," maine kaha. "Jo main kahun, wahi hoga. Jab main kahun ruk jao, ruk jaoge."

"Pakka," usne kaha.

Usne mera haath apne honthon se lagaya. Uske honth garam the. Meri saansein tez ho gayin.

"Toh shuru karein?" Usne pucha.

"Yahin? Verandah mein?"

"Yahan koi nahi aayega. Caretaker Sunday ko aata hai."

Kunal ne mujhe kursi se uthaya. Uske haath meri kamar par the. Usne mujhe apne kareeb kheecha.

Uske honth mere honthon par aa gaye. Pehla chumban dheema tha. Phir tez hota gaya. Uski jeebh mere munh mein ghumne lagi.

Maine uske baalon mein ungliyan daal din. Saat saalon mein pehli baar mujhe laga, main zinda hoon.

Uske haath mere kurte ke andar ghus gaye. Meri peeth ko sehlane lage. Phir aage aaye.

"Kitne naram hain," usne mere urojon ko bra ke upar se dabate hue kaha.

"Kunal..." maine siski bhari.

Usne mera kurta upar uthaya. Bra ka hook khola. Mere nange uroj dopahar ki roshni mein chamak rahe the.

"College mein inhe dekhne ka sapna dekhta tha," Kunal ne kaha. Usne ek nipple ko munh mein le liya.

"Ahh..." Mere munh se awaaz nikli. Usne nipple ko chusa, kaata, chaata.

Uske haath neeche gaye. Usne meri salwar ka nada khola. Salwar neeche sarak gayi.

"Tumne panty nahi pehni?" Usne hairani se kaha.

"Pehni hai," maine sharmate hue kaha. "Bas patli hai."

Usne panty ko ek taraf kiya. Uski ungli meri chut par aayi. Main poori tarah geeli thi.

"Dekho," usne ungli uthayi. Us par mera paani chamak raha tha. "Yeh jhooth nahi bolta."

Usne ungli meri chut mein daal di. Main kursi ki bahon ko pakad liya.

"Kunal, please..."

"Please kya?" Usne ungli andar bahar karte hue pucha.

"Please... aur andar..."

Usne doosri ungli bhi daal di. Dono ungliyan meri chut mein ghumne lagin. Uska angutha mere daane ko ragadne laga.

Meri taangein kaanpne lagin. "Main jhadne wali hoon..."

"Jhad ja," usne kaha. "Mere haath par jhad."

Ek tez lehar aayi. Mera badan akad gaya. Mera paani uski ungliyon par beh nikla. Main haanf rahi thi.

"Ab meri baari," maine kaha. Maine uski jeans ka button khola. Zip neeche ki.

Uska lund bahar nikla. Lamba, mota, poori tarah tana hua. Maine use haath mein liya.

"College mein iske baare mein sochti thi?" Usne pucha.

"Har raat," maine sach kaha. "Ab dekh liya."

Maine lund ko munh mein liya. Garam tha. Meri jeebh uske chaaron taraf ghumne lagi.

Kunal ne mere baal pakad liye. "Ahh... Ritu..."

Main upar neeche hone lagi. Uska lund mere gale tak ja raha tha. Meri aankhon mein paani aa gaya, par maine nahi roka.

"Ruk," usne kaha. "Main jhad jaunga. Aur abhi toh raat baaki hai."

Maine use chhoda. Mere honthon par uska swad tha.

"Toh chodo mujhe," maine kaha. "Abhi. Yahin."

Kunal ne mujhe ghumaya. Mera chehra kursi ki taraf. Usne meri salwar poori utar di. Panty bhi.

Meri nangi gaand uske saamne thi. Usne use thapthapaya. Phir sehlaya.

"Taiyaar ho?" Usne lund ko meri chut ke munh par rakha.

"Haan. Daalo. Poora daalo."

Usne ek jhatke mein lund andar daal diya. Meri chut ne use kas kar jakad liya.

"Ahhh..." Main kursi ko pakad liya.

Kunal dheere dheere andar bahar hone laga. Har dhakke ke saath meri chut se awaaz aa rahi thi.

"Tumhari chut kitni tight hai," usne haanfte hue kaha. "Jaise college wali Ritu ho."

"Main wahi hoon," maine kaha. "Bas saat saal baad mili hoon."

Usne raftaar badhayi. Uske haath mere urojon par aa gaye. Woh peeche se mujhe chodta raha, mere nipples ko marodta raha.

Meri chut mein aag lagi thi. "Aur tez... aur tez chodo..."

Verandah ki kursi hil rahi thi. Kunal ki raftaar badh rahi thi.

"Main jhadne wali hoon," main cheekhi.

Ek zordar lehar aayi. Meri chut ne lund ko nichoda. Mera paani beh nikla. Kunal ne bhi raftaar badha di.

"Main bhi..." Usne lund bahar nikala aur meri gaand par apna veerya chhoda. Garam dhaar.

Dono haanf rahe the. Kunal ne mujhe gale laga liya.

"Yeh..." maine kaha. "Yeh meri zindagi ka sabse sachha pal hai."

"Isiliye yeh teri sachi chudai kahani hai," Kunal ne muskurate hue kaha.

Shaam ko hum pool ke paas baithe. Suraj doob raha tha. Kunal ne mere kandhe par haath rakha.

"Ek baat bata," usne kaha. "Pati ke saath kabhi aisa mehsoos hua?"

"Kabhi nahi," maine sach kaha. "Woh acche hain. Par yeh... yeh alag hai."

"Yeh chahat hai," Kunal ne kaha. "Shaadi mein pyaar hota hai, par chahat mar jaati hai."

Usne mujhe pool ke paas khada kiya. "Kapde utaro," usne kaha.

"Yahan? Khule mein?"

"Yahan koi nahi hai. Sirf hum, ped, aur aasmaan."

Maine ek ek karke kapde utare. Kunal ne bhi. Hum dono nange pool mein utar gaye.

Paani thanda tha. Kunal ne mujhe paani mein hi gale laga liya. Uska lund meri chut se takra raha tha.

"Paani mein?" Maine pucha.

"Paani mein," usne kaha.

Usne mujhe pool ki seedhi par bithaya. Paani meri kamar tak tha. Usne meri taangein failayin.

Uska munh meri chut par aa gaya. Paani mein uski jeebh mere daane par ghumne lagi.

"Ahh... Kunal..." Maine uske baal pakad liye.

Usne meri chut ko chata, chusa. Paani mein mera paani ghul raha tha. Main doosri baar jhadi.

Phir usne mujhe uthaya. Pool ke kinare par lita diya. Meri peeth thande tiles par thi.

Usne meri taangein apne kandhon par rakhin aur lund andar daal diya. Zor zor se chodne laga.

"Haan... aise hi... phaad do..." Main badbada rahi thi.

Pool ka paani hil raha tha. Aam ke pedon se patte gir rahe the. Kunal mujhe chodta raha.

Main teesri baar jhadi. Uske baad Kunal bhi jhada. Uska veerya meri chut mein bhara.

Hum pool mein lete rahe. Taare nikal aaye the.

"Ritu," Kunal ne kaha. "Kal subah tu chali jayegi. Phir?"

"Phir kuch nahi," maine kaha. "Yeh weekend yahin rahega. Par..."

"Par?"

"Par agar tu phir kabhi farmhouse bulaye, toh main mana nahi karungi."

Kunal hasa. Usne mujhe ek lamba chumban diya.

Sunday subah main wapas Pune ke liye nikli. Pati ne pucha, "Sahili ke ghar maza aaya?"

"Bahut," maine kaha. Aur yeh jhooth nahi tha. Maza toh bahut aaya tha.

Us raat bistar mein pati ne mujhe chhune ki koshish ki. Maine karwat badal li. "Thaki hoon," maine kaha.

Par aankhein band karte hi Kunal ka chehra saamne aa gaya. Uske haath, uske honth, uska lund.

Maine apna haath apni salwar ke andar daala. Apni chut ko sehlaya. Aur Kunal ke baare mein sochte hue jhad gayi.

Yeh thi meri sachi chudai kahani. Jo shuru hui thi ek message se, aur khatam hogi... pata nahi kab.

Kyunki Kunal ka message abhi bhi mere phone mein hai. "Agli baar, poora weekend. Sirf hum dono."

Aur maine reply kiya hai. "Pakka."