Dost Ki Biwi: Ek party mein jo hua woh sab naya maaza

**Dost Ki Biwi: Ek party mein jo hua woh sab naya maaza**

Meri dost Ritu ki birthday party thi. Main, Raj, uske ghar gaya hua tha. Ritu ki shaadi ko ek saal ho chuka tha, aur uska pati Rahul ekdum boring insaan hai. Wo hamesha office mein busy rehta hai. Ritu dikhne mein ekdum mast maal hai. Uska figure 34-26-36 hai, aur wo hamesha tight clothes pehenti hai. Uski gaand dekh kar kisi bhi mard ka lund khada ho jaye.

Party mein sab log dance kar rahe the. Main bar se drink lekar baitha tha. Tabhi Ritu mere paas aayi. Usne red mini skirt aur black top pehna hua tha. Uski cleavage saaf dikh rahi thi. Usne mujhe kaha, “Raj, dance karenge?”
Maine has kar kaha, “Haan, zaroor.”

Hum dance floor par gaye. Gaana slow tha. Maine Ritu ko apni baahon mein le liya. Mera lund uski chutad ke paas touch ho raha tha. Ritu bhi enjoy kar rahi thi. Wo mujhe apni taraf kheench rahi thi.
“Kya kar rahe ho, Raj?” Ritu ne kaha, sharamati hui.
“Kuch nahi, bas dance kar raha hoon,” maine kaha. “Tum itni sexy lag rahi ho ki control nahi ho raha.”
“Rahul dekh lega,” Ritu ne kaha.
“Rahul toh abhi tak busy hai nashe mein,” maine kaha. “Aaj ki raat sirf humari hai.”

Maine uski kamar ko pakda aur uski gardan par kiss kiya. Uska body dekhte hi mere lund ne pant ki tedi kar di.
“Raj, ye galat hai,” Ritu ne kaha, par uski awaaz mein narami thi.
“Galat nahi hai, Ritu. Yeh toh bas maza hai,” maine kaha, uski taangon ko sahlaate hue. “Aise hi maang hai teri, aur main tera bhookha mard hoon.”

Hum thodi der baad alag ho gaye. Maine Ritu ko wink kiya. Wo halka sa muskura di aur wapas chali gayi. Thodi der baad mujhe uska message aaya: “Guest room upar khali hai. Rahul ne dhamki di hai ki main tumse door rahu. Par tumhe dekh kar meri choot rasne lagi hai. Aana.”

Maine nasha mein zor ka peg piya aur upar guest room ki taraf chala. Darwaza halka sa khula tha. Maine andar jakar dekha toh Ritu bed par baithi hui thi. Usne apna top utaar diya tha, wo sirf red bra mein thi. Uski taangein faili hui thin.

“Raj, yeh sab ho kya raha hai?” Ritu ne kaha, sharamati hui.
Maine darwaza lock kiya aur turant uske paas gaya. “Yeh ho raha hai jo tujhe chahiye tha, Ritu. Tujhe chodna hai mujhe.”
“Lekin Rahul mera pati hai,” Ritu ne kaha.
“Pati hai, par wo tujhe chod nahi pata, haina?” maine kaha, uske baalon mein haath phera kar kiss ki. “Aaj main tujhe dikhaunga ki asli chudai kya hoti hai.”

Maine uski bra ke hooks khol diye. Uske nipples brown aur kadak ho gaye the. Maine uski choochiyan choosne laga.
“Aaah… Raj… dard ho raha hai…” Ritu siskari le rahi thi.
“Dard hi maza hai, meri randi,” maine kaha. “Teri choot toh bhookhi hai, use khush kar de.”
Maine uski skirt utaar di. Uski chut par halki se baal the. Maine uski chut mein ungli daal kar tezi se andar-bahar karna shuru ki.
“Uuuhhh… maa… mar gayi…” Ritu ki saansein tez ho gayi. “Bahut bada hai tera… faad dega kya?”
“Faad dega toh faad dega, par tera chudne ka maqam bhi toh khada hai,” maine kaha.

Maine apni pant utaar di. Mera lund khada hua tha. Ritu use dekh kar muskura di.
“Le saali, choos isse,” maine kaha.
Ritu ne mera lund apne muh mein le liya aur choosne lagi. “Hmm… kya taste hai tera.”
“Choos achhe se, nahi toh teri gaand marunga,” maine kaha.
Ritu zor-zor se choosne lagi. Uski zubaan mere lund ke supare ko chaat rahi thi. Mera dimaag ghoom raha tha. “Kya expert hai choosne mein, Rahul ko shayad pata bhi nahi.”

Thodi der baad maine uska sir pakad kar muh se lund nikala. “Ab chudai ki baari,” maine kaha.
Maine use bed par lita diya aur uski taangein faila di. Uski chut garam aur geeli ho chuki thi. Maine apna lund uski chut par tikaya.
“Dar lag raha hai, Raj,” Ritu ne kaha, aankhon mein darr ke saath excitement thi.
“Dar mat, meri jaan. Pehle thoda dard hoga, phir swarg milega,” maine kaha.

Maine zor se dhakka lagaya. Mera lund uski choot ke andar ghus gaya.
“Uiii Maaa! Aaaah! Mar gayi!” Ritu cheekh padi. “Rahul tune toh kabhi itna nahi kiya! Dard ho raha hai!”
“Chup kar randi, saale Rahul ko bata dena ki main kya chodta hoon,” maine kaha aur zor-zor se jhatke maarna shuru kiye. “Le mera lund, le pura!”
“Aaaah… aaah… aur tez karo… bahut accha lag raha hai…” Ritu awaaz nikaal rahi thi. “Kya chodta hai tu, Raj! Rahul toh bilkul natak hai!”
“Haan, Rahul natak hai, main asli mard hoon,” maine kaha, uski choochiyan dabaate hue. “Aaj teri choot ki dushmani nikaal lunga.”

Ritu ne mujhe kass kar apni baahon mein bhar liya. Wo mere kaan chatne lagi. “Haan, chod mujhe… apni dost ki biwi ko chod… bhadwe kamine, Rahul ko dekh ke bhi chod raha hai… yeh betrayal hai…”
“Betrayal nahi hai, Ritu, yeh justice hai,” maine kaha, uski gaand par thappad maarte hue. “Justice ki tujhe chodne ke liye ek mard chahiye, jo tujhe faad de. Rahul toh namard hai.”
“Haan, Rahul namard hai… tu hi mera mard hai,” Ritu siskari rahi thi.

Maine uski ek taang utha kar apne kandhe par rakh di aur aur tezi se chodne laga. Humara badan pasine se bhar gaya tha. “Aaah… aaah… main jhadne wali hoon…”
“Jhad, saali, jhad. Mera bhi nikalne wala hai,” maine kaha.
“Kahan choduon?”
“Andar hi, saale. Andar hi chhod de, Rahul ko bhi beta pata chalega ki main kis hukumat ki raani hoon,” Riti (Ritu) boli.
“Le mera paani, meri randi!” maine zor se jhatke maarte hue apna maal uski choot mein chhod diya.

Hum dono thak kar bed par latak gaye. Ritu meri chest par sar rakh kar let gayi.
“Kaisa laga?” maine pucha.
“Bahut accha,” Ritu ne kaha, haal ke baal se. “Rahul ne aisa kabhi nahi kiya. Maza aa gaya.”
“Aage se bhi aana, jab bhi man kare,” maine kaha, uski back par haath pherate hue. “Rahul ke paas waasool karne ke liye