Desi Hawas

Part 1: Wo Garam Raat Aur Humari Adhuri Neend Raat ke kareeb 2 baj rahe honge aur pure ghar mein ek ajeeb si shanti thi. Bedroom ka AC full blast pe chal raha tha lekin kamre ka mahaul abhi bhi garam tha. Meri wife, Riya, jo sirf 24 saal ki thi aur behad hot dikhti thi, mere bagal mein gehri neend mein thi. Uski saansein abhi bhi thodi bhaari thi kyunki humne bas aadhe ghante pehle hi bohot intense sex kiya tha. Riya ki body ka har curve uss dim light mein chamak raha tha. Usne ek silk ki short nightie pehen rakhi thi jo humare session ke dauran kaafi upar chadh gayi thi. Nightie ke upar ke buttons khule the, jisse uske gore aur shape mein bhare hue boobs saaf dikh rahe the. Wo nazara kisi bhi mard ko pagal karne ke liye kaafi tha. Main usko dekhte hue soch raha tha ki main kitna lucky hu. Uski creamy thighs mere pairon se touch ho rahi thi aur uski khushboo mujhe abhi bhi madhosh kar rahi thi. Hum dono itne thake hue the ki humein pata hi nahi chala ki ghar ke bahar kya ...

Part 1: The Fantasy Awakens Meri life bohot normal chal rahi thi, par mere dimaag mein ek ajeeb si khichdi pak rahi thi. Meri wife, Priya, ek dum perfect Indian beauty thi. Uska figure aisa tha ki koi bhi mard use dekh kar raaste mein ruk jaaye—36-28-38 ka kamaal ka shape . Wo bohot hi sanskari aur pati-varta aurat thi, hamesha saree ya salwar kameez mein dhaki hui. Par meri fantasy kuch aur hi thi. Mere ek close friend ne mujhe bataya tha ki humari society ke bahar jo naya 'Fashion Tailor' hai, Aslam, wo bohot hi "sexy hungry" insaan hai. Uske haathon mein jaadoo hai, aur suna tha ki wo ladies ke measurements lete waqt unhe aise touch karta hai ki wo paagal ho jaati hain. Mera dost bolta tha ki Aslam pure junoon aur passion ke saath auraton ki thukai karta hai. Ye sunkar mujhe gussa aane ke bajaye ek ajeeb si excitement hone lagi. Maine socha, kyu na meri hot wife ko us tailor ke paas le jaaun? Mujhe dekhna tha ki wo meri sharmili Priya ko kaise handle karega....

Chapter 1: Karz Ka Bojh Aur Ek Zehni Khwaish Zindagi mein jab karz had se zyada badh jata hai, toh insaan ke dimaag mein ajeeb o gareeb khayal aane lagte hain. Mere saath bhi wahi ho raha tha. Pichle 6 mahino se maine apne loan ki ek bhi EMI nahi bhari thi. Recovery agents ke phone calls ki ghanti sunte hi mera dil baith jata tha. Par un phone calls ke beech, mere andar ek dabi hui fantasy ne janam le liya tha. Meri biwi, Priya, ek behad khubsurat aur sharif aurat thi. Uska gora rang, lambe baal aur wo bhari hui jawani kisi bhi mard ko pagal karne ke liye kaafi thi. Main usse bahut pyaar karta tha, lekin mere andar ek ajeeb si chahat thi. Main chahta tha ki duniya ke gande mard meri is khubsurat biwi ko mere saamne zaleel karein, usse nochein, aur uska istemal karein. Main: "Priya, hum kaafi waqt se kahin bahar nahi gaye hain. Chalna hai Manali? Maine flights book kar di hain." Priya: "Lekin tumhare debts ka kya? Humare paas itne paise hain kya?" Main: ...

  Bus ka mahaul ekdum suffocating tha, garmi aur paseene ki teekhi badboo se bhara hua, jahaan saans lena bhi ek struggle ban chuka tha. Priya ne apni black transparent saree ka pallu adjust kiya, par bheed itni zyada thi ki haath hilana bhi mushkil ho raha tha. Uske heavy boobs har brake ke saath upar-neeche bounce ho rahe the, aur blouse ke andar paseena uske deep cleavage mein jama ho raha tha, jo uske sharmile aur ghabraye hue chehre par saaf dikh raha tha. Rahul uske theek peechhe khada tha, bechara koshish kar raha tha ki dhakke se Priya ko bacha sake, par crowd ka pressure bahut intense tha aur wo baar-baar Priya ki pith se takra raha tha. Tabhi agle stop pe bus ruki aur ek naya chehra andar aaya—Karan. Wo baaki thake hue logon se bilkul alag dikh raha tha, smart aur confident, uski aankhon mein ek shikaari wali chamak thi. Chadhte hi uski nazar seedha Priya pe padi. Usne Priya ke paseene se chamakte hue face aur uske tight blouse mein kase hue figure ko scan kiya, ...