Delhi ki ek chhoti si society, Green Park, mein Hitesh aur uski biwi Kiran rehte the. Hitesh, 32 saal ka ek seedha-saadha accountant, ek private company mein kaam karta tha. Uska chehra saadgi bhara, lekin uski aankhon mein hamesha ek tension rehti thi – paison ki kami aur promotion ki chahat. Kiran, 28 saal ki, ek sundar aur jawan aurat thi. Uski badi-badi aankhein, gore-gore gaal, aur kadak chuche har mard ki havas jaga dete the.

Uski gaand ka ubhaar aur kamar ka lachak usse ek chalti-firti apsara banata tha. Kiran apne pati se beinteha pyar karti thi, lekin uski zindagi mein ek aisa mod aane wala tha jo uski havas ko jaga dega. Ye boss sex story unhi ke is havas bhare safar ki hai.

Hitesh ka boss, Sanjay, 40 saal ka ek ameer, dabang, aur shatir aadmi tha. Sanjay ka personality aisa tha ki woh har jagah chhaya rehta tha. Uski havas bhari aankhein aur gandi muskurahat office mein sabko dara deti thi. Sanjay ko sharaab, shabaab, aur patte khelne ka shauk tha. Har weekend woh apne bade se bungalow mein ek patte ka khel rakhta tha, jisme uske dost aur kuch chune hue employees shamil hote the. Ek din Sanjay ne Hitesh ko phone kiya, “Hitesh, aaj raat mere ghar aao. Thodi masti karenge. Tera boss tujhe mauka de raha hai apne saath rishta banane ka.”

Hitesh ke liye ye ek bada mauka tha. Usne socha shayad isse uski promotion ho jaye, ya shayad Sanjay uska karza maaf kar de jo usne company se liya tha. Ghar par Kiran ko bataya toh usne bhi muskurate hue kaha, “Jao, Hitesh. Sanjay sir ke saath achha rishta banana zaroori hai. Lekin sambhal ke, unki niyat thodi gandi lagti hai.” Hitesh ne Kiran ke gaal par haath rakha aur kaha, “Chinta mat kar, main sambhal lunga.”

Us raat Hitesh Sanjay ke bungalow mein pahuncha. Wahan sharaab ke glass, loud music, aur patte ka table set tha. Sanjay ke saath do aur dost the – dono ameer, shatir, aur havas ke pujari. Khel shuru hua, aur Hitesh pehle toh jeet raha tha. Usne apne 50,000 rupaye lagaye aur thodi der mein 20,000 jeet liye. Lekin dheere-dheere kismat palat gayi. Sanjay aur uske doston ne apna khel badla, aur Hitesh ke sare paise khatam ho gaye. Uske paas ab ek paisa bhi nahi bacha tha, aur uska chehra safed pad gaya.

Sanjay ne uski haalat dekhi aur ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha, “Hitesh, ek akhri daav khelte hain. Agar tu jeeta, toh main tera pura karza maaf kar dunga – 5 lakh rupaye. Lekin agar tu hara…” Sanjay ruk gaya, apni havas bhari aankhon se Hitesh ko ghoorte hue. Hitesh ka gala sookh gaya. “Toh kya, sir?” usne kaanpte hue poocha. Sanjay ne apna glass uthaya, ek ghunt liya, aur kaha, “Agar tu hara, toh teri biwi Kiran ek raat ke liye meri hogi. Meri baahon mein, mere bistar par.”

Hitesh ka dil dhadakna band ho gaya. Usne socha Sanjay mazaak kar raha hai, lekin Sanjay ke chehre par ek gandi havas thi jo usse darane lagi. “Sir, ye kaisa mazaak hai? Meri biwi…?” Hitesh ne kaha, lekin Sanjay ne cards table par rakh diye. “Mazaak nahi, Hitesh. Ek raat. Teri biwi meri. Soch le, ya toh karza maaf, ya teri biwi meri.” Hitesh ke paas koi rasta nahi tha.

Uske paas na paise the, na hi himmat Sanjay se ladne ki. Usne socha, “Bas ek baar jeet jao, Hitesh.” Lekin kismat uske khilaf thi. Sanjay ne aakhri daav jeet liya, aur Hitesh ka chehra safed pad gaya. Sanjay ne haskar kaha, “Ghar ja, Hitesh. Aur Kiran ko bol, aaj raat woh meri hai.”

Hitesh ghar lauta, uska chehra sharm aur darr se bhara hua tha. Kiran living room mein baithi TV dekh rahi thi. Usne Hitesh ka chehra dekha aur ghabrate hue poocha, “Kya hua, Hitesh? Itne pareshan kyun ho?” Hitesh ne roti hui awaaz mein sab bataya – kaise woh patte mein haar gaya, kaise usne Sanjay ke saath daav lagaya, aur kaise usne Kiran ko ek raat ke liye daav par laga diya. Kiran ke aankhon mein aansoon aa gaye, aur woh gusse se chillayi, “Tumne ye kya kiya, Hitesh? Apni biwi ko daav par laga diya? Tumhe sharm nahi aayi? Main kisi aur mard ke saath kaise soun?”

Hitesh ne uske paon pakde, “Kiran, mujhe maaf kar do. Main haar gaya. Mere paas koi rasta nahi tha. Sanjay mujhe barbaad kar dega, meri naukri chali jayegi.” Kiran ne gusse se apna haath chhudaya. “Tumne meri izzat daav par laga di? Main ek randi nahi hoon, Hitesh! Main kisi aur ke bistar par nahi jaungi!” usne roti hui kaha. Hitesh bhi ro pada, “Kiran, agar main wapas nahi jata, toh Sanjay humein barbaad kar dega. Woh 5 lakh ka karza maaf nahi karega. Hum kahan jayenge?”

Kiran ne apne aansoon poche aur lambi saans li. Dono ke beech ghanton tak argument chala. Kiran ne baar-baar mana kiya, “Main nahi jaungi, Hitesh. Tumne galti ki, tum hi sambhalo!” Lekin Hitesh ke aansoon aur uski majboori ne Kiran ka dil dheere-dheere pighla diya. “Theek hai, Hitesh,” usne aakhirkaar kaha, “Main jaungi. Lekin sirf tumhare liye. Lekin ye yaad rakhna, ye meri zindagi ka sabse bada dhoka hai. Tumne mujhe bikne ke liye majboor kiya.” Hitesh ne sharmindagi se sar jhuka liya.

Kiran ne apne aap ko sambhala aur Sanjay ke ghar jane ke liye tayyar hui. Usne ek tight, deep-neck black dress pehni, jo uske kadak chuche aur ubhri hui gaand ke curves ko aur numaya karti thi. Uski high heels ki awaaz aur laal lipstick Sanjay ki havas ko aur bhadka degi, ye usse pata tha.

Lekin uska dil abhi bhi darr, gussa, aur sharm se bhara tha. Woh Hitesh ke saath Sanjay ke bungalow pahunchi, aur Sanjay ne darwaza khola. Uski nazrein Kiran ke badan par thami, aur uski havas aankhon mein saaf dikh rahi thi. “Kiran, tu toh ekdum maal lag rahi hai,” Sanjay ne kaha, apni awaaz mein ek gandi kashish bharte hue.

Kiran ne nazrein jhukayi, “Sir, main yahan sirf apne pati ke liye hoon.” Hitesh wahan khada tha, sharminda aur majboor. Sanjay ne Hitesh ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Dekh, Hitesh. Aaj teri biwi meri hai. Tu yahan baith aur dekh kaise main teri biwi ki havas jagata hoon.” Sanjay ne Hitesh ko ek kursi par bitha diya aur Kiran ka haath pakadkar usse apne bedroom mein le gaya. Wahan ek bada sa king-size bed tha, aur pura kamra dim lights se roshan tha, jo havas ka mahaul bana raha tha.

Sanjay ne Kiran ko apne paas kheencha aur uski dress ke straps dheere se khinch diye. Kiran ke chuche tight bra ke andar ubhar rahe the, aur Sanjay ki aankhon mein ek gandi aag thi. “Sir, please, ye galat hai,” Kiran ne kaha, lekin Sanjay ne uski baat nahi suni. Usne Kiran ki dress utar di, aur uske kadak chuche bra se azad ho gaye. “Ohhh, Kiran, tere chuche toh ekdum kaatil hain,” Sanjay ne kaha aur unhe zor se dabaya. Kiran ke muh se ek siski nikli, “Ahhh… sir, mat karo.”

Sanjay ne Kiran ki bra utar di aur uske chuche chusne laga. “Ummmm… kitne raseele hain,” usne kaha, aur Kiran ka badan ab uske control se bahar hone laga. Sanjay ne uski panty utari aur uski gili chut par ungli pheri. “Ahhh… Kiran, teri chut toh mere laude ke liye tadap rahi hai,” Sanjay ne kaha aur apni ungli uski chut mein daal di. Kiran ke muh se siski nikli, “Ohhh… sir, please… ummmm.” Lekin uski havas ab uspe haavi ho rahi thi.

Sanjay ne apni pant utari, aur uska kadak lauda Kiran ke samne tha. Kiran ne sharmaate hue nazrein jhukayi, lekin uski chut mein garmi fail rahi thi. Sanjay ne uske baal pakde aur kaha, “Chakh ise, randi.” Kiran ne pehle mana kiya, “Sir, main ye nahi kar sakti,” lekin Sanjay ne uska muh apne laude par dabaya.

“Chus, randi, warna tera pati yahan se zinda nahi jayega,” usne dhamki di. Kiran ne majboori mein uske laude ko muh mein liya aur chusne lagi. “Ummmm… kitna bada hai,” usne kaha, aur Sanjay ke muh se siski nikli, “Ohhh… tu toh expert hai, Kiran.”

Sanjay ne Kiran ko bed par letaya aur uski taangein faila di. “Ab teri chut ki bari,” usne kaha aur apna lauda uski gili chut par ragda. Kiran ke muh se cheekh nikli, “Ahhh… sir, dheere!” Sanjay ne ek jhatke mein apna lauda uski chut mein ghused diya, aur Kiran ka badan sihar utha. “Ohhh… chodo mujhe… ahhh!” Kiran chillayi, aur Sanjay ne tezi se dhakke marne shuru kiye. Usne Kiran ki gaand par zor se thappad mara, aur Kiran ki cheekh aur tez ho gayi. “Bol, Kiran, kaun behtar chodata hai? Main ya tera pati?” Sanjay ne gusse se kaha, aur Kiran ke muh se siski nikli, “Ahhh… sir, aap… aap behtar ho!”

Sanjay ne aur zor se uski gaand mari, “Zor se bol, randi! Tera pati sun raha hai!” Kiran ne Hitesh ki taraf dekha aur chillayi, “Hitesh, ye mujhe randi ki tarah chod rahe hain… ahhh… ye best hain!” Hitesh ka dil toot gaya, lekin uska lauda khada ho chuka tha. Sanjay ne Kiran ko doggy style mein kiya aur uski gaand par thappad marte hue uski chut chodi. “Ohhh… teri chut toh ekdum tight hai, Kiran!” Sanjay ne kaha, aur Kiran ke muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thi, “Ahhh… aur tez… chodo meri chut ko… ummmm!”

Sanjay ne Kiran ko apni god mein uthaya aur diwar ke sahare khada ho kar usse chodne laga. Kiran ke chuche uske seene se ragad rahe the, aur uski chut mein Sanjay ka lauda baar baar andar-bahar ho raha tha. “Ohhh… Kiran, tu ekdum randi hai… ahhh!” Sanjay ke muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thi. Kiran ne uske kaan mein kaha, “Sir, mujhe aur chodo… meri havas abhi baaki hai!” Sanjay ne uski gaand par ek aur thappad mara aur kaha, “Bol, tera pati bekaar hai na? Main tujhe randi ki tarah chodta hoon!” Kiran ne chillayi, “Hitesh, ye mujhe teri se behtar chodte hain… ahhh… ye best hain!”

Sanjay ne Kiran ko bed par wapas lita diya aur missionary style mein uski chut ko aur gehrai tak choda. Har dhakke ke saath Kiran ki gaand par thappad pad rahe the, aur woh chillayi, “Ahhh… chodo… meri chut faad do… ummmm!” Sanjay ne uske chuche dabaye aur kaha, “Teri chut mere laude ke liye bani hai, randi!” Kiran ab puri tarah havas ke samundar mein doob chuki thi.

Sanjay ne Kiran ko ulta kiya aur uski gaand ke ched par apna lauda ragda. “Ab teri gaand ki bari, randi,” usne kaha aur dheere se apna lauda uski gaand mein ghuseda. Kiran ke muh se ek zor ki cheekh nikli, “Ohhh… sir, meri gaand… ahhh!” Sanjay ne tezi se uski gaand chodi, aur Kiran chillayi, “Ahhh… chodo mujhe… meri gaand bhi aapki hai!” Sanjay ne uski gaand par thappad marte hue kaha, “Bol, Kiran, main tujhe kaise chodta hoon?” Kiran ne Hitesh ki taraf dekha aur chillayi, “Hitesh, ye mujhe randi ki tarah chodte hain… ahhh… ye sabse best hain!”

Sanjay ne Kiran ko ek naya position diya – usse table par bithaya aur uski taangein apne kandhon par rakhi. Is position mein uska lauda Kiran ki chut ke aur gehrai tak gaya, aur Kiran ke muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thi, “Ohhh… sir, meri chut phat jayegi… ahhh!” Sanjay ne uski gaand par thappad marte hue kaha, “Teri chut aur gaand dono meri hai, randi!” Kiran ne chillayi, “Hitesh, dekh kaise ye mujhe chod rahe hain… ahhh… ye tujhse behtar hain!”

Sanjay ne Kiran ko sofa par lita diya aur uske upar chadh gaya. Usne uski chut ko ek baar phir missionary style mein choda, aur har dhakke ke saath Kiran ki gaand par thappad marta raha.

“Bol, Kiran, tera pati bekaar hai na?” Sanjay ne chillate hue poocha. Kiran ke muh se siskariyan nikal rahi thi, “Ahhh… haan, sir… aap best ho… chodo mujhe… ummmm!” Hitesh wahan khada sab dekh raha tha, uska lauda khada tha, aur woh apne aap ko sehlane laga.

Sanjay ne Kiran ko ek akhri baar doggy style mein choda, uski gaand par thappad marte hue. Kiran ab puri tarah Sanjay ke control mein thi. “Ohhh… chodo mujhe… meri chut aur gaand dono faad do!” Kiran chillayi, aur Sanjay ne apni puri taakat se uski chudai ki. Dono ek saath jhad gaye, aur Sanjay ne kaha, “Kiran, tu ekdum kaatil randi hai.” Kiran ne sharmaate hue apne kapde pehne, lekin uski aankhon mein ab havas thi, na ki sharm.

Hitesh wahan khada sab dekh raha tha, uska lauda bhi jhad chuka tha. Sanjay ne usse kaha, “Hitesh, teri biwi ab meri randi hai. Dekh, kaise maza leti hai.” Kiran ne Hitesh ki taraf dekha aur kaha, “Hitesh, maine ye sirf tumhare liye kiya… lekin mujhe maza aa gaya.” Ye boss sex story ek aisi raat thi jisme Kiran ki havas jag chuki thi, aur Hitesh ka dil toot chuka tha. Lekin Sanjay aur Kiran ke beech ek gupt rishta shuru ho chuka tha, jo shayad aage bhi chalta rahega.