Yeh story bhi 100% sachi hai, bas names change kar diye hain taake kisi ki izzat safe rahe. Yeh meri ek colleague ki biwi ki zubani hai, aur uski marzi se likh raha hoon. Pehle usne mana kiya tha, lekin maine promise kiya ki identity hide rahegi, toh akhir mein maan gayi. Story uske naam se dedicate hai.
Mera naam Ayesha hai, age 29 saal. Main Peshawar ke ek Pathan family se belong karti hoon. Shadi 9 saal pehle Asif se hui thi, jo mujhse 11 saal bada hai. Main average se thodi zyada hot dikhti hoon – fair skin, 34D boobs, patli kamar, gol gaand aur tight phudi. Asif pehle bohot handsome tha, lekin ab umar aur tension ki wajah se thaka hua lagta hai. Log dekh kar yakeen nahi karte ki main uski biwi hoon.
Asif govt job mein hai. Pehle Peshawar mein posting thi, phir 2 saal pehle Lahore transfer ho gaya. Yahan aane ke baad paise ki bohot tangi ho gayi. Ghar ka kharcha mushkil se chalta, mahine ke end mein zero balance. Asif hamesha pareshan rehta.
Sex life toh pehle se hi kharab thi. Shadi ke shuru ke 2-3 saal mein thik-thak tha, lekin bachche hone ke baad Asif ka josh bilkul khatam. Hfte mein ek baar bhi mushkil se chudai hoti, woh bhi 2-3 minute mein jhad jata. Boobs dabata bhi nahi theek se, bas jaldi se lun andar daal ke nikal leta. Main raat bhar tadapti rehti, phudi geeli ho jati lekin satisfy nahi hoti. Depression mein chali gayi thi.
Ek din Asif office se phone kiya: “Ayesha aaj shaam ko ready ho jaana, boss ke ghar dinner pe jaana hai.” Mujhe hairani hui kyunki pehle kabhi boss ke saath family function mein nahi gayi thi. Phir bhi ready ho gayi – red suit pehna, light makeup, boobs thoda highlight karne wala blouse.
Boss ka naam Rehan tha – 38 saal ka, tall, muscular, handsome aur bohot confident. Dinner ke time Rehan ne mujhe bar bar ghoora. Meri taraf dekhta toh aankhon mein lust sa dikhta. Usne Asif se kaha: “Bhabhi bohot hot lag rahi hain aaj.” Asif ne has ke taal diya.
Us raat ghar aake Asif ne mujhe bataya: “Rehan meri Quetta transfer kar sakta hai. Bas thoda adjust karna padega.” Main samajh gayi kya matlab hai, lekin chup rahi.
Agli raat Asif ne phone pe Rehan ko call kiya, speaker on kiya aur mujhe diya. Rehan ne seedha bola: “Ayesha bhabhi, Asif toh aapko satisfy nahi kar paata na? Main aapki phudi ko aisi chodoonga ki aap zindagi bhar yaad rakhogi. Bas ek baar akele mere ghar aa jao.”
Main shock ho gayi. Phone cut kar diya. Asif bola: “Kal subah uske ghar chali jana. Sirf ek baar, transfer ke liye.”
Main ro padi, lekin Asif ne haath jod liye: “Bachchon ke liye, ghar ke liye… please.”
Subah 9:30 baje Rehan car leke aa gaya. Main nervous thi, lekin chali gayi. Ghar pahunch ke andar le gaya. No servant, sirf hum dono. Sofa pe baithaya, paani diya.
Phir seedha mere paas aaya, haath se mera dupatta utara aur lips pe kiss karne laga. Pehle main resist ki, lekin usne zor se pakad liya aur French kiss shuru. Meri zubaan choosne laga, boobs ke upar haath pherne laga. Main garam ho gayi.
Usne mujhe bedroom le gaya. Meri kameez utari, bra khol di. Mere bade boobs bahar aaye toh woh bola: “Waah Ayesha, kitne mast mamme hain tere!” Phir dono boobs muh mein leke chusne laga, nipples ko bite karta, choosta. Main siskariyan nikalne lagi: “Ahhh… Rehan… dheere…”
Phir meri shalwar utari, panty bhi. Meri geeli phudi dekh ke muskuraya: “Dekh kitni pani chhod rahi hai tu.” Usne apni ungli andar daali, finger fuck kiya. Main tadap uthi.
Usne apna pant utara. Lun bahar aaya – mota, 8 inch lamba, bilkul khada. Main hairan: “Itna bada…?” Woh hasa: “Abhi dekh, teri phudi ko faad dunga.”
Mujhe bed pe litaya, legs failaye. Lun ko meri phudi pe ragda, phir ek jhatke mein andar daal diya. Dard hua lekin maza bhi. Woh dheere dheere andar bahar karne laga. Phir speed badhai. Main chillane lagi: “Ahhh… Rehan… zor se chodo… meri phudi phaad do!”
Woh missionary mein 15 minute choda, phir mujhe ghodi banaya. Peeche se lun andar daala, gaand pe thappad marte hue zor zor se dhakke. Mere boobs hil rahe the. Main do baar jhad gayi, phudi se pani beh raha tha.
Aakhir mein usne bola: “Andar hi chhodun?” Main boli: “Haan… andar hi bhar de!” Usne zor se dhakke diye aur garam maal meri phudi mein chhod diya. Main teesri baar jhad gayi.
Uske baad shower liya saath mein. Usne mere boobs pe sabun lagaya, phudi saaf ki. Phir dono nange hi bed pe lete rahe. Usne phir se kiss kiya, boobs chuse.
Shaam ko drop kiya. Ghar aake Asif ne poocha: “Kya hua?” Main boli: “Jo karna tha kar liya. Ab transfer karwa de usse.”
Asif khush ho gaya. Us raat usne sex maanga, lekin maine mana kar diya. Ab mera dil sirf Rehan ke lun pe tha.
Uske baad hafte mein 3-4 baar milti thi. Kabhi office ke baad car mein quick fuck, kabhi uske ghar full session – doggy, cowgirl, 69, boobs pe maal chhodna. Har baar naya style. Rehan mujhe bohot satisfy karta. Kabhi kabhi 1000-2000 rupaye bhi deta, jo main Asif ko de deti. Woh chupchap le leta.
Ek saal beet gaya. Ab Rehan ne Asif ki transfer rokwa di taake main uske paas rahun. Asif ab chup rehta hai, jaanta hai agar main chali gayi toh uski zindagi barbaad.
Ab main Rehan ki randi ban chuki hoon. Jab dil kare toh milti hoon, jab na kare toh mana kar deti hoon – woh force nahi karta. Aur haan, uski aur bhi girlfriends hain, lekin mujhe farak nahi padta.
Bas yeh meri zindagi ka naya sach hai. Ab maza aa raha hai, pehle ki tarah tadap nahi.