Top Hindi Sex Kahani Part 1: Biwi Ne Phone Me Dekha Pati Ka TOP Folder

Video call shuru hone me sirf das minute bache the aur Karan ke purane earphones uske study ke drawer me kahin dabey hue the. Priya ne drawer poora kheecha, pen, charger, kagaz ke tukde sab ek taraf sarkaaye, aur tab uski ungliyaan ek chhote se purane phone se takrayi. Screen par sabse upar ek folder tha, naam sirf ek shabd me likha tha, TOP, aur Priya ke honthon par muskaan aa gayi, kyunki Karan aur uske college ke dost aisi cheezon ko hamesha top hindi sex kahani wale chutkulon me udaate the.

Magar jab usne folder par ungli rakhi to screen ne password maang liya, aur uski muskaan wahin tham gayi. Priya ne phone ko ulta pulta dekha. Ye wahi purana phone tha jo Karan ne do saal pehle badla tha, aur usne kasam khayi thi ki iska saara data naye phone me daal liya hai.

Usne pehle 1234 try kiya, phir 0000, phir apni shaadi ki tareekh. Teeno galat. Uske dimaag me ek ajeeb si zid jag gayi, aisi zid jo shaadi ke saat saalon me pehli baar uske seene me uthi thi. Usne Karan ka birth year daala, 1991, aur screen ek jhatke me khul gayi.

Andar teen cheezein thi, ek notes file jiska naam tha Top10.txt, ek folder Photos ka, ek folder Videos ka. Priya ki saansein tez ho gayi. Usne video call ka khayaal dimaag se nikaal kar notes file khol di.

File khulti hi uski aankhein phail gayi. Upar bade aksharon me likha tha, MY TOP 10, aur neeche number daal kar ek ke baad ek entry. Number 10 par ek photo thi, ek lambi ladki, chehra aadha dhundla.

Note me likha tha, pehli baar, darr bhi laga tha, maza bhi aaya tha. Number 9, ek note, do line ka, us raat baarish ho rahi thi aur hum dono bheeg gaye the. Number 8, ek selfie jaisi photo, neeche likha tha, sirf ek raat, naam yaad nahi, chehra yaad hai.

Priya ka gala sookh gaya. Ye Karan ke past affairs ki ranked list thi, uske apne haathon se likhi hui, photos aur notes ke saath. Usne neeche scroll kiya, ungliyaan kaanp rahi thi, dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha ki use apne kaanon me apni dhadkan sunayi de rahi thi.

Number 7 par ek photo thi jisme ek ladki has rahi thi, note me likha tha, hasi sabse khoobsurat, bistar me sabse tez. Number 6, ek chhota sa video clip ka thumbnail, note, ye wali hamesha upar rehti thi, samajh nahi aata tha kyun.

Number 5, ek photo, chehra saaf dikh raha tha, note, college ke din, hostel ki chhat, pakde jaane ka darr. Number 4, note lamba tha, iske saath teen mahine, har hafte milna, phir achaanak khatam, aaj bhi yaad aati hai.

Number 3, ek photo, note, shaadi se ek mahina pehle, guilt bhi tha, junoon bhi tha. Number 2, ek video ka thumbnail, note, ye sabse khatarnaak thi, iske baad maine phone badal liya tha. Priya ko laga jaise uske pet me koi cheez ghoom rahi ho.

Aur phir number 1. Priya ki saans ruk gayi. Photo me jo ladki thi, use woh chehra apni aankhein band karke bhi pehchaan sakti thi. Simran. Uski college ki sabse achhi dost. Woh Simran jo har Diwali unke ghar aati thi, jo Karan ko bhaiya kehkar chhedti thi.

Note sirf ek line ka tha, number one, hamesha number one, koi muqabla nahi. Neeche ek video file thi, naam tha, simran.mp4, aur uske saath ek tareekh. Priya ne tareekh ko teen baar padha.

Woh tareekh pichhle saal ki thi. Unki shaadi ko tab chhe saal ho chuke the. Uske haath itni zor se kaanpne lage ki phone lagbhag uski god se gir gaya. Usne video par ungli rakhi, aur screen par gol gol ghoomta hua loading ka nishaan aa gaya.

Video khula to pehle kuch second andhera raha, phir ek hotel ke kamre ki halki peeli roshni dikhi. Bed par Simran baithi thi, kaale rang ki satin nighty me, baal khule hue, honthon par gehri laal lipstick. Camera ke peeche se Karan ki awaaz aayi, wahi awaaz jo roz use good morning kehti thi.

Simran ne camera ki taraf dekha aur sharma kar muskurayi, phir boli, tum hamesha pehle video banate ho, shuru to karo. Karan bed par aaya, sirf ek towel me, towel kholkar ek taraf phenk diya. Priya ne apne honth bhinch liye.

Karan ne Simran ko baalon se pakad kar apne kareeb kheecha aur uske honthon par toot pada. Simran ki nighty ke strap uske kandhon se sarak gaye. Karan ne uske seene ko dono haathon me bhar liya, uske boobs uski hatheliyon me dab rahe the.

Simran ki saansein tez ho rahi thi, aur woh dheemi awaaz me bol rahi thi, aaram se, Karan, aaram se. Karan ne uski nighty kheench kar utaar phenki. Simran poori nangi bed par let gayi, uski chut Karan ke saamne khuli hui thi.

Karan ne apna muh wahin rakh diya aur uski chut chaatne laga. Simran bed par machalne lagi, ungliyaan Karan ke baalon me ghusi hui thi. Uske muh se cheekhein nikal rahi thi, haan, wahin, bas wahin, mat ruko.

Karan utha, uska lund poori tarah khada tha, lamba aur mota, nassein ubhri hui. Simran ne use apne haathon me liya aur apne muh me bhar liya, poora andar tak. Priya ki aankhein phail gayi, uska gala sookh gaya.

Simran Karan ka lund choos rahi thi, uska gala tak uske lund ko nigal raha tha. Karan ne uske baal pakde hue the aur uska sir dheere dheere aage peeche kar raha tha. Priya ne apni god me rakhe phone ko kas kar pakad liya.

Do minute baad Karan ne Simran ko bed par ulta litaya, uski kamar pakdi, aur ek jhatke me apna lund uski chut me daal diya. Simran zor se cheekhi. Karan ne uske chootadon par ek thappad maara aur dhakke maarne laga.

Har dhakke ke saath Simran aage sarak rahi thi, bistar ki chadar uski mutthiyon me sikud gayi thi. Phir Karan ne use seedha kiya, uski taangein apne kandhon par rakhi, aur phir se andar daala. Ab uski raftaar tez ho gayi thi.

Kamre me sirf un dono ki saanson ki awaaz aur bistar ke hilne ki chadchad thi. Simran bol rahi thi, aur tez, Karan, aur tez, mujhe tumhara poora chahiye. Karan ne uske boobs masalte hue kaha, le, poora le, ye sab tera hai.

Achaanak Simran zor se cheekhi, uska badan akad gaya, aur woh jhad gayi. Karan ruka nahi, usne do chaar dhakke aur maare, phir apna lund baahar nikaal kar Simran ke pet par apna saara pani nikaal diya. Dono haanfte hue ek doosre se lipat gaye.

Karan ne camera ki taraf dekhkar muskurate hue recording band kar di. Screen kaali ho gayi. Priya study ki kursi par baithi thi, lekin use laga jaise uske pairon tale zameen nikal gayi ho.

Phone uski god me pada tha, uski ungliyaan sunn ho chuki thi. Pichhle saal ki tareekh uski aankhon ke saamne naach rahi thi. Us waqt woh Karan ke saath Manali ghoomne ka plan bana rahi thi, aur Karan usi dauraan Simran ke saath hotel ke kamre me tha.

Uske gale me ek gathaan si ban gayi, aankhon me aansu the, lekin un aansuon ke neeche kuch aur bhi tha, kuch garam, kuch sharmnaak. Uska badan garmi se jal raha tha. Woh chaahkar bhi apni taangon ke beech uthti hui jalan ko nakaar nahi pa rahi thi.

Priya ne study ka darwaza andar se band kar diya. Woh kursi par peeche dhasi, usne apne night suit ka payjama dheela kiya, aur apni ungliyaan apni chut par rakh di. Woh geeli thi, bahut geeli.

Jaise hi usne apne daane ko chhua, uske muh se ek halki si aah nikal gayi. Usne aankhein band kar li, aur uske dimaag me phir se video chalne laga. Usne ek ungli andar daali, phir doosri, aur tez tez chalane lagi.

Uske boobs kurte ke andar tan gaye the, usne ek haath se apne hi boobs masalne shuru kar diye. Woh soch rahi thi, Karan ne Simran ko aise chhua tha, aise choda tha, aur ab woh khud apne haathon se wahi aag bujha rahi thi. Uska badan akad gaya, aur ek tez lehar ke saath woh jhad gayi, uski cheekh uske apne haath me dab gayi.

Kuch der woh waise hi baithi rahi, paseene se bheegi hui, seene me ek ajeeb sa khaalipan liye. Phir gussa wapas aaya, tez, kadwa. Usne phone uthaya aur socha, kal subah woh Karan se baat karegi, saboot ke saath, koi jhooth nahi chalega.

Usne phone ko wapas drawer me rakhne ke liye jhuki hi thi ki neeche se doorbell baji. Teen baar, jaldi jaldi, jaise koi bahut khush ho. Priya ka dil ruk gaya.

Usne jaldi se phone drawer me wapas rakha, apne kapde theek kiye, chehre par paani ke chheente maare, aur darwaze ki taraf badhi. Karan to office se saat baje se pehle nahi aata tha, phir kaun.

Usne darwaza khola, aur saamne Simran khadi thi. Wahi chehra, wahi muskaan, haathon me ek mithaas ka dibba. Simran ne use dekhte hi kaha, arey Priya, main bas yahin se guzar rahi thi, socha mil loon tumse, bahut din ho gaye the.

Uske honthon par wahi gehri laal lipstick thi, jo video me thi. Priya ke haath darwaze ke handle par jam gaye. Uske kaanon me ab bhi Simran ki cheekhein goonj rahi thi. Simran boli, kya hua, bhoot dekh liya kya, andar to bulao.

Simran andar aayi, drawing room me baithi, aur idhar udhar dekhne lagi. Usne puchha, Karan kahan hai, office me hai kya. Priya ne haan me sir hilaya, uski zubaan saath nahi de rahi thi.

Simran ne mithaas ka dibba table par rakha aur boli, tumhaare liye laayi hoon, pichhli baar tumne kaha tha na ki tumhe ye wali pasand hai. Priya use dekh rahi thi, uski dost, uski sabse achhi dost, jo ab uske dimaag me nangi bed par leti hui dikh rahi thi.

Simran ki nazrein achaanak study ke darwaze ki taraf gayi, jo aadha khula reh gaya tha. Usne puchha, tum study me thi kya, kuch kaam kar rahi thi. Priya ki saans atak gayi. Usne dekha ki Simran ki muskaan me kuch badal gaya tha.

Agla part jald aa raha hai, jisme Simran ka sach khulega.