Hello dosto mein Swarna. Aap sab ne aj tak meri sari sex stories ko bahot pyaar diya hai bahot appreciate kiya hai.
Mein janti hu yeh story kuch jyada lambi chal rahi hai lekin aap sabhi please age padhte rahiye ki kitna uttejit maza ane wala hai.
Iss story ka 31st part toh aap sabhi ne padh kar maze le he liye he honge aur agar nahi liye toh please padh lijiye taki aap yeh part ka bhi jyada se jyada maza le paye. Toh ab jyada yaha waha ki baate nahi karte hue directly story ko shuru karte hai.
Ab aage…
Mein high heels sandles me dhere dhere chal kar unn logo ke samne poch gayi. Mene apni jhuki hui nazro se dekh rahi thi ki mere aazad boobs mere jism par har halke se hilne par bhi kaamp uthte aur unki yeh uchal kud samne baithe logo ki bhukhi aakho ko rahat de rahe the.
Azhar ne pehle unn dono ko mera introduction karvaya aur meri taraf ishara karte hue kaha
Azhar:- she is my wife Sahiba (yeh hai meri patni Sahiba)
Aur baad me unn dono ki taraf ishara karte hue kaha
Azhar:- yeh hai Mr Rastogi aur yeh hai Mr. …
Mr Swami:- i am Mr Swami madam.
Swami ne Azhar ki baat kaate hue khud he khud ka introduction de diya tha.
Mene samne dekha toh woh dono he lambe aur bade sarir ke malik the. Swami 6″5 feet ka lamba aur mota aadmi tha uska rang bilkul coal ki tarah kala aur french beard me woh ekdum south indian film ka koi typical villan lag raha tha. Uski age kuch 50 years ke aas pass thi aur uska wajan lagbhag 100kg ke aas pass hoga.
Jab woh muje dekh kar hassa toh aisa laga maano kaale badalo ke beech me chand nikal kar aya ho.
Mr Rastogi bhi bhaut bura he tha dikhne me. Uski bhi height kuch 5″11 ki hogi aur age bhi 40 years se jyada he lag rahi thi. Uski fulli hui tond (stomach) bhi nikli hui thi aur sir bilkul saaf tha pura ganja.
Unn dono ko dekh kar muje bhaut he bura lag raha tha. Par ab mein unn dono ke samne lagbhag nangi he khadi thi. Koi aur waqt hota toh aise gande aadmiyo ko toh mein apne pass bhi nahi ane deti lekin woh dono toh iss waqt mere najuk jism ko nochne ko barabar ho rahe the aur yeh woh dono ki aakho me muje dekh kar chamak uthi thi.
Dono ki aakho se lag raha tha ki mene woh saree bhi kyun pehen rahi thi. Dono ne he muje sir se pairo tak bhukhi nazro se ghur ke dekha tha.
Jab mein hath se glass ko table pe rakhne ke liye neeche jhuki toh mere boobs ke weight se meri saree ka pallu neeche jhuk gaya aur rasille fruits ki tarah latakte mere boobs ko dekh kar unke seene par saanp lautne lage the.
Mein glass aur ice cube container table pe rakh kar wapas kitchen me jana chahti thi par tabhi he Mr Swami ne mera hath pakad kar muje waha se jane se rok diya aur bola
Mr Swami:- tum kyun jata hai?? tum baitho yaha humare pass me.
Itna kehte he usne muje khich kar 3 sitting sofa pe baithe hue beech me khich kar baitha diya. Mein Swami aur Rastogi ke beech me sandwich bani hui thi.
Mr Rastogi:- Azhar bhai yeh kitchen ka kaam tum jakar karo kyuki ab humari pyaari bhabhijaan yaha se kahi nahi jayegi.
Azhar ne uth kar gaye aur tray kitchen me rakh kar aye. Jab woh kitchen se wapas aye toh muje unn dono ke beech kasmkasate paya unhone.
Woh dono mere jism se chipke hue the aur kabhi ek toh kabhi dusra mere hotho ko ya saree ke bahar dikhti nangi baaho ko aur meri gardan ko chum rahe the.
Mr Rastogi ke muh se bhauy ajeeb tarah ki badabu (smell) aa rahi thi. Mein kisi tarah apni saaso ko band karke unki harkato ko chup chap jhel rahi thi.
Azhar drawer se koi beer ki 3-4 bottles aur ek scotch whisky ki bottle bhi lekar aye aur woh bottle uhone Mr Swami ki taraf de di toh woh bolne laga
Mr Swami:- nahi nakko yeh bottle bhabhijaan kholengi.
Usne ek bottle meri taraf kar di.
Mr Swami:- hum 3 ke liye beer dalo glass me aur apne liye whisky dal do….. Rastogi anna ka galla bhi sukh raha hoga.
Tabhi Mr Rastogi Azhar se kehne laga ki
Mr Rastogi:- Azhar your wife is a real gem (tumhara biwi ek khara hera hai) you lucky bastard kya sexy jism hai tumhari wife ka.
Ab woh dono ke hath apas me mere ek ek boobs ko batt chuke the. Aur sath he unhone saree ka pallu seene se hata kar mere dono boobs ko chume jaa rahe the.
Ab aisi halat me mere liye sab ke liye glass me beer dalna mushkil ka kaam ho gaya tha.
Dono toh mujse aise chupke hue the ki bhaut koshish ke baad bhi unhe alag nahi kar saki. Toh mene uss he halat me glass me beer dali aur apne liye 1 glass me whisky dali. Jab mein apni whisky me soda dal rahi thi toh Mr Rastogi ne mera whisky ka glass beer se pura bhar diya tha.
Jab mein unn ko unka glass dene lagi toh woh bole
Mr Rastogi:- iss tarah se nahi jo saaki hota hai pehle woh glass se ek sip leta hai fir he woh dusro ko deta hai.
Tab mene glass ke rim ko apne hotho se chuha aur fir ek sip lekar usse Rastogi ki taraf badha diya. Phir dusri glass bhi uss he tarah chuh kar Swami ko diya aur Azhar ko bhi.
Yeh kahani abhi yaha adhi rok rahi hu par aap sab aage jarur padhna. Yeh bhaut lambi kahani hai toh asha karti hu aap sab iss ke sabhi parts padhenge. Aap sabhi ke feedback aap muje meri mail id [email protected] pe likh sakte ho.