Har Hafte Aane Laga Plumber… Kyunki Meri Chut Uske Bina Nahi Reh Paati Thi

Mera naam Komal hai. Main Mumbai ki rehne wali hoon. Umar meri aththais saal ki hai. Shaadi ko ab teen saal ho chuke hain. Mera pati private company mein job karta hai. Har raat woh mujhe chodta hai, lekin uska lund meri chut ki asli bhookh kabhi nahi mita paata. Sex khatam hone ke baad bhi mere andar ek khali pan rehta hai. Main pyaasi, adhuri aur bechain so jaati hoon.

Mujhe ek aise mard ki talash thi jo mere sharir ko sirf istemal na kare... balki use mehsoos kare, dheere dheere chume aur meri chut ko itna gehra bhare ki main cheekh kar jhad jaun.

Woh din Mumbai ki halki barish ke baad ka tha. Nami bhari hawa ghar ke andar ghus rahi thi. Achanak kitchen ka main nal phat gaya. Paani floor par failne laga. Maine ghabra kar pati ko phone kiya. Unhone ek plumber bhejne ko kaha.

Aadhe ghante baad darwaze ki ghanti baji.

Maine darwaza khola. Saamne khada tha Ramesh. Lamba, chaude kandhe aur bilkul maansal sharir. Uski shirt pasine aur barish se bheegi hui thi jo uski tani hui chest se chipki hui thi. Usne mujhe ek baar upar se neeche tak dekha.

“Nal kharab hai?” Uski awaaz gehri aur bhaari thi.

“Haan… paani fail raha hai,” maine kaha.

Maine use andar aane diya. Floor par paani ki patli parat thi. Meri saari ka neeche wala hissa bheeg chuka tha. Ramesh ne apna tool box rakha aur jhuk kar nal dekhne laga. Uski peeth ki muscles saaf dikh rahi thi. Meri chut achanak garam ho gayi.

Main kitchen gayi aur chai banayi. Jab wapas aayi to usne nal ka upper part khol liya tha. Paani ki boondein uske maathe par tapak rahi thi. Maine cup aage badhaya.

“Chai pee lo… thak gaye honge.”

Usne cup liya. Uski ungliyan meri ungliyon se halke se chu gayi. Kuch seconds hum dono chup rahe.

“Tumhare pati ghar par nahi hain?” Usne seedha sawaal kiya.

“Nahi… office gaye hain.”

“Aur tum akeli ho?”

Maine sir hilaya. Phir dheere se boli, “Pati roz chodte hain… lekin kabhi mujhe poora santusht nahi kar paate. Main har baar pyaasi reh jaati hoon.”

Ramesh ne cup neeche rakha. Uski aankhein meri aankhon mein ghus gayi.

“Agar tum chaho to… main tumhe woh sab de sakta hoon jo tumhe chahiye.”

Maine jawab nahi diya. Bas uske paas badh gayi. Usne mere geele baalon ko peeche kiya aur bahut dheere se mere honthon par apne honth rakh diye.

Pehla kiss nam aur naram tha. Phir woh gehra ho gaya. Uski garam jeebh ne mere muh ke andar pravesh kiya. Hum dono ek dusre ki saans le rahe the. “Ummmm…” mere gale se pehli siskari nikli.

Ramesh ne mujhe god mein utha liya. Meri bheegi saari uske kapdon se chipak rahi thi. Woh mujhe bedroom tak le gaya aur bed par bahut hi savdhani se lita diya.

Usne mere pairon se geeli sandals utari aur mere geele pairon ko apne haathon mein liya. Phir usne mere pair ke anguthe ko chum liya. “Ahhhh…” mere muh se awaaz nikli.

Usne meri saari ka pallu dheere se khincha. Phir blouse ke hook kholte hue har baar meri twacha ko chumta gaya. Jab blouse utra to usne meri kali bra ko utarne se pehle mere stano ko bra ke upar se chuma. Phir bra utari.

Mere stan bahar aa gaye — bhaari, tanaav se bhare hue. Ramesh ne unhe dono haathon mein liya aur dheere se masalte hue bola, “Kitne sundar aur bhare hue hain…”

Usne ek nipple muh mein liya aur bahut dheere se chusne laga. Jeebh se ghumata raha.

“Ahhhhh… Ramesh…” main karah uthi. Woh baari baari dono stano ko chus raha tha. Kabhi halke se kaat-ta, kabhi zor se chus-ta. Meri siskariyan badhti ja rahi thi.

Phir woh neeche utra. Mere pet par lambe lambe kiss kiye. Naabhi mein jeebh daal kar chusne laga. Meri saari aur petticoat ko upar khiskate hue usne meri chaddi utar di.

Meri chut poori tarah geeli aur fooli hui thi. Ramesh ne pehle meri jaanghon ke andaruni hisse ko chumna shuru kiya — baayein, daayein, dheere dheere upar ki taraf. Main tadap rahi thi.

Aakhirkaar usne apni garam jeebh meri chut par rakhi. Pehle to sirf ek lamba, dheema chaata. Phir clitoris par jeebh se halka sa dabav daala. “Ahhhhhh… ohhhh…” main zor se siskari maar uthi.

Woh dheere dheere chaat raha tha. Kabhi jeebh ko andar ghusa deta, kabhi bahar nikaal kar meri chut ke hothon ko chumta. Do ungliyan bhi andar daal di aur dheere dheere ragadne laga. “Ummmm… Ramesh… tumhari jeebh… ahhhh… mujhe pagal kar rahi hai…”

Mera pehla orgasm aa gaya. Main kaanpne lagi. Meri chut ne uske muh par garam ras chhod diya. Lekin woh ruka nahi. Woh aur dheere, aur pyaar se chaat-ta raha. Main dobara jhad gayi.

Ab maine use upar khincha. “Ab main tumhe chusungi…”

Ramesh ne apni shirt aur pant utar di. Jab chaddi utari to uska mota, kala, nau inch ka lund saamne aa gaya — nason se bhara hua aur chamakdaar sira. Main ghutno ke bal baith gayi.

Maine pehle uske lund ke sire par halka sa kiss kiya. Phir jeebh se ek lamba chaata. “Hmmmm…” Ramesh ki chest se gehri awaaz nikli.

Maine uska lund muh mein liya aur dheere dheere chusne lagi. Upar neeche karti rahi. Woh mere baalon mein ungliyan fer raha tha. “Komal… tumhara muh kitna garam hai… ahhhh…”

Kuch der baad usne mujhe bed par litaya. Meri taangein apne kandhon par rakh di aur apna lund meri chut ke muh par rakha. Usne meri aankhon mein dekhte hue dheere se dabav daala.

“Ahhhhh…” sira andar ghus-te hi main cheekh padi. Dard tha, lekin saath hi gehra aanand bhi. Woh ruka raha. Phir bahut dheere dheere aage badha. Uska poora lund andar ghus-te hi main siskariyan maarne lagi. “Ahhhh… Ramesh… tumhara lund… meri chut ko faad raha hai… ummmm…”

Woh dheere dheere andar bahar karne laga. Har dhakke ke saath woh mere honthon par kiss karta. “Tum kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho…” woh fusfusaaya.

Dheere dheere uski raftaar badhi. Ab woh zor zor se chod raha tha. Bed hil raha tha. Mere stan uchhal rahe the. Main uske kutton ko pakad kar aur andar khinch rahi thi. “Aur zor se… ahhhhh… Ramesh… meri chut ko faad do… ahhhhh…”

Woh mujhe palat kar doggy style mein le aaya. Mere baal pakad kar peeche khinche aur jordaar thoke lagane laga. “Le… le… meri jaan… ahhh…”

Main cheekh cheekh kar chillaa rahi thi. “Haan… aur zor… main jhadne wali hoon… ahhhhhhh…”

Teesra orgasm aa gaya. Meri chut ne uske lund ko kas liya. Ramesh bhi ruk nahi paaya. Usne mujhe wapas litaya, meri taangein chaudi ki aur aakhiri jordaar dhakke lagaye.

“Komal… main bhi… ahhhh…”

Usne zor se dhakka maara aur apna garam virya meri chut ke andar bhar diya. Maine mehsoos kiya ki uska lund andar phadak raha hai aur garam taral meri chut ko bhar raha hai. Main bhi chauthi baar jhad gayi. Poora sharir sunn ho gaya tha.

Kuch der hum dono chupchaap ek dusre se chipke rahe. Bahar nal se ab bhi paani ki boondein tapak rahi thi. Ramesh ne mere maathe par, aankhon par aur honthon par komal kiss kiye. “Tum sach mein bahut khaas ho…” woh dheere se bola.

Usne jaldi se nal theek kar diya. Kaam khatam karte waqt usne kaha, “Agar phir kabhi nal kharab ho… ya tumhe meri zarurat ho… to bula lena. Main aa jaunga.”

Maine use double paise diye aur apna number bhi. “Har hafte aana… please…”

Woh chala gaya.

Main bathroom mein gayi. Meri chut se abhi bhi uska garam virya tapak raha tha. Sheeshe mein apna chehra dekha — laal, honth sooje hue, sharir par uske pyaar ke nishaan. Pehli baar teen saal baad main sach mein santusht, khoobsurat aur jeevit mehsoos kar rahi thi.

Raat ko jab pati aaye aur mujhe chodne lage, to maine aankhein band kar li. Man mein Ramesh ka mota lund, uski siskariyan aur uske komal kiss ghoom rahe the. Aur jab main jhadi to uski awaaz mere kaanon mein goonj rahi thi — “Tum kitni khoobsurat lag rahi ho…”

Ab mujhe pata chal gaya tha ki meri pyaas sirf lund se nahi bujhti.

Woh bujhti hai kisi ke pyaar bhare, dheeme aur jordaar chodne se.

Aur Ramesh… woh har hafte aane wala tha...