Bhabhi ka birthday present

Bhabhi ka birthday present
Bhaiya se mile hue ek hafta ho gaya tha uss trip ke baad. Niraj bhaiya, umar 40, lekin daaru ne unhe andar se khokla kar diya tha. Hamesha ek ajeeb si tension unke chehre par rehti thi. Par uss din, unke ghar par, wo alag hi mood mein the. Chehre par ek sukoon tha, ek aisi chamak jo maine saalon se nahi dekhi thi. Haath mein Scotch ka glass tha, par nasha unki aankhon mein uss trip ka tha. “Karan,” unhone glass table par rakhte hue kaha, “Zindagi mein kuch din aise hone chahiye jo saalon ki thakaan utaar de.” Main samajh gaya wo Ritu bhabhi ke birthday trip ki baat kar rahe the. Ritu bhabhi… kya kahun unke baare mein? 38 saal ki, do bachhon ki maa, par unhe dekh kar koi keh nahi sakta tha. Unka figure, 38-30-38, jaise kisi kalakaar ne fursat se tarasha ho. Saari mein jab wo chalti thi toh ekdum sanskari bahu lagti thi, par jab wo jeans aur top mein bhaiya ke saath bike par baithti thi, toh college ki ladki bhi fail thi. Unki sabse khaas baat unka dimaag tha. Wo modern thi, par apni hadon ko jaanti thi. Bhaiya ke saath baith kar daaru bhi peeti thi aur cigarette bhi lagati thi. Aur unki baatein… bhagwan kasam, unki gandi baatein sunkar toh acche logon ke paseene chhoot jaaye. Un dono ka rishta ajeeb tha, par perfect tha. Bhaiya ne ek lamba sa kash apni cigarette ka liya aur dhuan chhodte hue bole, “Tujhe batata hoon, humne kya toofan machaya hai un teen dino mein.” Aur fir unhone batana shuru kiya, aur meri aankhon ke saamne sabkuch chalne laga. ***** Indore ki sardi, 27 November. Bhabhi ka birthday. Unhone sheher se door, ek ghane jungle ke beech mein ek private villa book kiya tha. Ek aisi jagah jahaan insaan toh kya, parinda bhi par maarne se pehle soche. Jab wo wahaan pahuche, toh unki gaadi ek bade se gate par ruki. Andar ek khoobsurat, lakdi aur sheeshe se bana villa tha. Aur uske aage, ek bada sa pool deck, jo aage jungle mein jhaank raha tha. “Fuck, Niraj! Yeh toh heaven hai!” Bhabhi ki awaaz mein baccho jaisi excitement thi. Unka samaan caretaker ne rakha aur chala gaya, agle teen din tak waha sirf wo dono the. Bhaiya ne aate hi bottle kholi. Bhabhi ne apna bag rakha aur seedha villa explore karne nikal gayi. Bhaiya piche piche drink banate hue gaye. Villa andar se bhi utna hi shandaar tha. Ek bada sa bedroom, jiske aamne saamne ki deewarein sheeshe ki thi, jungle ka poora view de rahi thi. Par asli cheez unhe tab mili jab unhone ek laal rang ka darwaza dekha. “Yeh kya hai?” Bhabhi ne muskurate hue pucha. “Aapka birthday gift, darling,” bhaiya ne aankh maari. Darwaza khola toh bhabhi ki aankhein phati ki phati reh gayi. Wo ek ‘Red Room’ tha. Deewaron par laal velvet, halki roshni. Andar ek St. Andrew’s Cross, ek leather ka bed, chhat se latakti silk ki rassiyan, ek swing aur ek almari, jo lingerie, costumes aur har tarah ke toys se bhari hui thi. Bhabhi ne ek whip uthayi aur hawa mein ghuma kar bhaiya ko dekha. Unki aankhon mein aisi shararat thi ki bhaiya ka lund unki jeans mein hi salaami dene laga. “Niraj… tu bahut bada harami hai. I love it!” Shaam ho chuki thi. November ki thand mein unhone pool ka paani garam karwaya tha. Bhabhi ek kaali bikini mein bahar aayi. Unki 38 ki bhaari chuchiyan uss bikini se bahar aane ko betaab thi. Unki 38 ki gaand bilkul gol, matke jaisi lag rahi thi. Bhaiya bas unhe dekhte reh gaye. “Aise kya ghoor raha hai… birthday girl ko taadega nahi?” bhabhi ne pool mein utarte hue kaha. Garam paani se bhaap uth rahi thi. Bhaiya ne cigarette sulgaya, ek lamba kash liya aur bhabhi ko pass kiya. Bhabhi ne do gehre kash liye aur dhuan bhaiya ke muh par chhod diya. “Chalo, ab shuru karein?” Bhaiya bhi pool mein utar gaye. Paani ke andar, unhone bhabhi ko apni taraf kheencha. Unke haath bhabhi ki gaand par the, use masal rahe the. “Happy Birthday, meri jaan,” bhaiya ne unke kaan mein kaha. “Birthday wish aise nahi karte, Niraj. Gift do,” bhabhi ne apni taangein bhaiya ki kamar par lapet li. Bhaiya ne unki bikini ka upar wala hissa khol diya. Paani ke upar bhabhi ki dono badi badi chuchiyan azaad ho gayi; unke gulabi nipple thand se shakt ho gaye the. Bhaiya ne ek nipple ko muh mein bhar liya aur choosne lage. “Aaaahhh… Niraj… dheere… poora jungle sunega,” bhabhi siskariyan le rahi thi, par unki awaaz mein rokne ka koi ishara nahi tha. Bhaiya ne unki bikini ka nichla hissa bhi paani ke andar hi utaar diya. Ab wo poori nangi thi. Bhaiya ne apna lund bahar nikala aur bhabhi ki chut ke muhane par ragadne lage. Bhabhi nashe mein thi, “Ab daal bhi de… kitna tadpayega… madarchod!” Ek hi jhatke mein bhaiya ka poora lund bhabhi ki geeli chut ke andar tha. Bhabhi ki cheekh poore jungle mein goonj gayi. Pool ke garam paani mein, thandi hawa ke beech, unki chudai shuru hui. Har dhakke ke saath paani chhalak raha tha. Bhabhi ki awaazein tez hoti ja rahi thi, “Aur… aur zor se Niraj… chod de apni iss raand biwi ko… aahhh… faad de meri chut… aaj mera birthday hai… ahhhh!” Uss raat unhone pool mein hi do baar jhadne ke baad, thak kar ek doosre ki baahon mein so gaye. Subah unki aankh der se khuli. Bhaiya ne coffee banayi aur wo deck par baith kar jungle ko dekh rahe the. Raat ki thakaan unke chehro par thi, par ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi tha. “Aaj kya plan hai, birthday girl?” bhaiya ne pucha. Bhabhi ne coffee ka cup rakha aur bhaiya ki goad mein baith gayi. “Aaj… aaj hum uss laal kamre ki asliyat dekhenge.” Dophar mein, khana khane ke baad, wo uss Red Room mein gaye. Bhabhi ne almari kholi aur costumes dekhne lagi. Ek police uniform, ek nurse ki dress, aur ek French maid ki dress. Unhone maid wali dress nikali. Wo ek bahut hi choti, kaali dress thi jisme safed apron laga tha. “Memsaab, aaj aapki seva yeh maid karegi,” bhabhi ne jhuk kar bhaiya ke joote utaare. Jaise hi wo jhuki, unki badi gaand bhaiya ki aankhon ke saamne thi. Dress itni choti thi ki unki gaand ke neeche ka hissa saaf dikh raha tha. “Saab, aapki yeh maid bahut gandi hai.

Ise saza denge?” bhabhi ne masoomiyat se pucha. Bhaiya ka nasha chadh raha tha. Unhone bhabhi ko St. Andrew’s Cross par jhukne ko kaha aur unke haath pair baandh diye. Ab bhabhi ki gaand poori tarah se hawa mein thi. Bhaiya ne almari se ek chota chabuk nikala. “Niraj… please… dheere se…” bhabhi ki awaaz mein darr aur excitement dono the. Pehla chabuk jab unki gaand par pada toh unki cheekh nikal gayi. “Aaaaiiiii!” “Chup kar saali! Maid hai tu… awaaz nahi karegi!” bhaiya ne nashe mein kaha. Ek ke baad ek, bhaiya unki gaand par chabuk maar rahe the. Bhabhi ki poori gaand laal ho chuki thi. Wo ro rahi thi aur siskariyan le rahi thi. “Sorry saab… aahhh… galti ho gayi… please maaf kar do…” Bhaiya ne chabuk feka aur apna lund unki laal gaand par ragadne lage. “Teri saza abhi baaki hai, raand.” Aur fir unhone apna mota lund bhabhi ki gaand mein ghusa diya. Bhabhi dard se chhatpata uthi, par unki gaand itni tight thi ki bhaiya ko bhi mazaa aa raha tha. Wo uski gaand maar rahe the aur uske baalon ko kheench rahe the. “Bol… bol tu meri rakhel hai… bol!” “Haan… haan saab… main aapki rakhel hoon… aapki kuttiya hoon… aahhh… faad do meri gaand…” Uss din unhone har fantasy poori ki. Bhabhi police wali bani aur bhaiya ko handcuff karke unki ridaar chudai ki. Fir wo dono ek doosre ko silk ki rassiyon se baandh kar ajeeb ajeeb position mein chude. Raat tak wo dono itne thak chuke the ki unhe hosh nahi tha ki unhone kab khana khaya aur kab soye. Phir aakhri din tha. Unhe shaam tak nikalna tha. Subah se hi ek ajeeb si udaasi thi. “Mann nahi kar raha wapas jaane ka,” bhabhi ne bhaiya ke seene par sar rakh kar kaha. Wo nange hi bed par lete the aur saamne sheeshe ki deewar se jungle dikh raha tha. “Toh ek aakhri baar, iss jungle ko hamari dastaan suna dein?” bhaiya ne unki chuchiyon ko sehlata hue pucha. Bhabhi unke upar aa gayi. “Iss baar… sabkuch meri marzi se hoga. No holding back.” Wo bhaiya ke lund par baith gayi. Dheere dheere, upar neeche hone lagi. Unki aankhein bandh thi, aur wo har moment ko feel kar rahi thi. Unki speed badhne lagi. Wo ek jungli ghodi ki tarah bhaiya ke upar uchal rahi thi. Unki badi chuchiyan hawa mein jhul rahi thi. “Niraj… look at me!” wo chillaayi. Unhone bhaiya ka chehra pakda. “Main tumse bahut pyaar karti hoon… I love you! Aur main tumhari raand bhi hoon… aahhhh… chod mujhe… chod apni Ritu ko…” Unki awaazein itni tez thi jaise wo mike par bol rahi ho. Wo jhadne ke kareeb thi. “Main aa rahi hoon Niraj… fuck… main aa rahi hooooon!” Aur wo jhadte hue bhaiya ke upar hi nidhaal ho kar gir gayi. Bhaiya ne bhi unke andar hi apna saara paani chhod diya. Kuch der wo waise hi pade rahe. Saansein tez thi, dilon ki dhadkan sunai de rahi thi. “Yeh best birthday tha, Niraj. Ever,” bhabhi ne unke honthon ko choomte hue kaha. ***** Bhaiya ne apni kahani khatam ki aur Scotch ka aakhri ghoont piya. Unke chehre par abhi bhi wahi muskaan thi. Main bas unhe dekhta raha. Unka rishta duniya ki nazron mein shayad ajeeb ho, par unke liye shayad yahi pyaar tha. Ek aisa pyaar jahan koi parda nahi tha, koi jhijhak nahi thi. Main jab unke ghar se nikla, toh mere dimaag mein bas Ritu bhabhi ka chehra ghoom raha tha. Unki wo shararati aankhein, unki wo “cultured yet modern” adaa, aur wo cheekhein jo bhaiya ke hisaab se poore jungle ne suni thi. Ek baat toh saaf thi, Ritu bhabhi jaisi aurat kismat waalon ko milti hai, aur Niraj bhaiya bahut kismat wale the.