★☆★ Xforum | Ultimate Story Contest 2023 ~ Reviews Thread ★☆★

[Trinity]

Last date for posting reviews for the award of best reader is also increased, now you can post your reviews to feature in the best reader award till 15 th March 2023 11:59 Pm.You can also post your reviews After that deadline but they won't be counted for the best readers award. So Cheers.

 

[Boobsingh]

कहानी- कस्तूरी
रचनाकार- Boobsingh महोदय

बहुत ही बेहतरीन और उम्दा रचना। एक मर्मस्पर्शी कहानी। एक सच्चाई वर्तमान समाज की जिसे कोई स्वीकार नहीं करता।

ये केवल एक कस्तूरी ही नहीं हैं जो प्यार में छली गई बल्कि ऐसी लाखों कस्तूरी हैं जिन्हें उनके अपनों ने ही छल द्वारा वैश्या बनने पर मजबूर कर दिया। कोई भी लड़की अपनी खुशी से अपना जिस्म नहीं बेचती। उसको इसके लिए मजबूर किया जाता है। जितनी लड़कियां वैश्या बनती हैं उनमें से लगभग 50 फीसदी लड़कियां ऐसी होती हैं जो अपने माँ- बाप से ज्यादा अपने प्रेमी पर भरोसा करके उसके साथ घर छोड़कर भाग जाती हैं।

ये किशोरावस्था की उम्र ही ऐसी होती है जिसमें लड़कियां को मां बाप की रोकटोक बंदिश लगती है। जबकि माँ बाप अनुभवी होते हैं वो अपनी बेटियों को गलत करने से रोकना चाहते हैं।

कहानी में दो संवाद बहुत ही बेहतरीन वास्तविक और सत्य लगे मुझे। पहला कस्तूरी के द्वारा बोला गया- दो कश क्या लिए मुहब्बत के पूरी जिंदगी ही धुँआ धुँआ हो गई और दूसरा फरजाना बेगम द्वारा बोला गया- तलवार कितनी भी खूबसूरत क्यों न हो मांगती तो वो खून ही है।

वेश्याओं पर भारतीय सिनेमा में बहुत से फिल्में बन चुकी हैं। वैश्या कोई जन्मजात पैदा नहीं होता उसे यही समाज बनाता है जो अपने आपको अच्छाई का ठेकेदार बताता है। इसी समाज के कुछ सभ्य और कुलीन लोग जो अपनी सच्चरित्रता और इज़्ज़तदार होने का ढिंढोरा पीटते हैं, रात में उनकी वही इज़्ज़त एक वेश्या के दो पैरों के बीच धरासायी पड़ी होती है​

बहुत बहुत धन्यवाद की आपको हमारी ये छोटी सी रचना पसंद आई

 

[Mahi Maurya]

कहानी- बात एक रात की
रचनाकार- Kala Nag महोदय

बहुत ही बेहतरीन और उम्दा कहानी। इस कहानी में दिखाया गया है कि जिंदगी की राह में कभी कभी ऐसे हादसे होते हैं जो या तो अच्छे होते हैं या बुरे होते हैं। इन हादसों से या तो जिंदगी सुधर जाती है या फिर बर्बाद हो जाती है। जिंदगी में होने वाले एक हादसे कभी कभी ऐसी सीख दे जाते हैं जो हम सारी जिंदगी प्राप्त नहीं कर पाते।

पुलिस की बात करें तो वो न किस्से कहानियों और फिल्मों में कभी सुधरी है और न ही हकीकत में सुधरी है। जब तक उनसे पिछवाड़े पर ऊपर से डंडा नहीं पड़ता।

उषाकान्त की वाइजाक की एक रात ने उसकी जिंदगी का कायापलट कर दिया। उसे न सिर्फ अपने कायरतापूर्ण और डरपोक स्वभाव से मुक्ति मिली अपितु जीवन के कुछ अनछुए और महत्त्वपूर्ण पहलुओं का पता चला।

जहां एक बार फिर सबा के जरिए समाज की विकृत मानसिकता को दर्शाया गया है, एक वेश्या चाहे कितने अच्छे काम करे लेकिन वैश्या का जो ठप्पा एक बार माथे पर लग जाता है वह सारी उम्र नहीं मिटता। जबकि उषाकान्त के साथ भी कुछ अच्छा नहीं हुआ, जीजा द्वारा बहन का बलात्कार हो जाने पर उसकी मां और बहन को खुदखुशी करनी पड़ी जोकि बेहद ही अफसोसजनक था। जहां ज़िंदगी ने उषाकान्त को भीरू पुरुष बना दिया, वहां सबा ने मजबूती और दृढ़ता से इसका सामना किया। जीवन संघर्ष का ही दूसरा नाम है। और संघर्ष से मुक़ाबला कैसे किया जाता है सबा इसकी जीती जागती मिसाल थी।

सबा और उमाकांत के बीच हुए संवाद भी गजब के थे। आखिर में उमाकांत के द्वारा लिया गया फैसला सराहनीय थ।​

 

[Clipmaster99]

Story Title : gallery of death..

Written by : rebellover



My Review:

Title, story ko match karti hai.

Aachi kaalpanik story hai. Pehle half me story ka build-up bahut accha hai, jo humme engross kar deta hai. Aage kya hoga …..hum iss intezar me story pad lete hain.

Magar second half me story ko daudaya gaya hai. Ghatnon ka theek se explanation nahi diya hai. Shayad, yeh bhoot prêt ka realm me story hai, toh Writer ko bhi isska explanation nahi tha.

Story ka word count sirf 1472 words ka hai, toh mauka tha, aur detail me likhne ka.

Magar last me story twist hoti hai, aur yeh baat acchi lagi.

Sentence ka grammatical formatting pe aur dyan dena jaruri hai. Paragraph ka starting always Capital letter se hona chahiye. Comma bhi jaruri hai (taki sentence me mini pause ho, padte waqt).

Bold font bhi padne me acchi nahi lagti hai.

Rating 7/10

 

[Mahi Maurya]

कहानी- चालबाज़
रचनाकार- Ashokafun30 महोदय

बहुत ही बेहतरीन और शानदार कहानी। मज़ा आ गया पढ़कर। रोहित का तो चूतिया ही कट गया।

इसे कहते हैं शेर को मिला सवा शेर। कभी-कभी हम अपने आपको इतना होशियार समझ लेते हैं कि हमे लगने लगता है कि सामने वाला बेवकूफ़ है। लेकिन हम ये नहीं जानते कि हमारी यही होशियारी एक दिन हमें ले डूबती है।

रोहित जैसे बहुत से लोग हैं दुनिया में जो अपने आपको बहुत होशियार समझते हैं। बड़ा मददगार बनते फिरते हैं। जवान लड़कियों के लिए इनके जेब से पैसे निकल आते हैं लेकिन किसी गरीब और बुजुर्ग की मदद के लिए इनके पास एक ढेला भी नहीं निकलता।
रिया जो पेशे से एक वैश्या थी और रिजवान जो उसका दलाल था इन दोनों ने बहुत अच्छे से पहले रोहित पर नजर रखी उसकी ठरकपन को भांपा फिर अपने प्लान को अंजाम दिया। रोहित ने सपने में भी नहीं सोचा था कि उसकी इस तरह केएलपीडी होगी। अगर उस समय रिया ने लाख रुपए भी मांग लिए होते तो भी दे देता उसे।​

 

[Mahi Maurya]

कहानी- गौतम
रचनाकार- Jai_09 महोदय

कहानी अच्छी है। ये कहानी एक लड़के के अचेतन मन मे चल रहे विचारों की कहानी है। एक अवार्ड समारोह में शामिल होते समय उसके मन में तरह तरह के विचार आते हैं।

कहानी में सेक्स सीन भी हैं जो कहानी के हिसाब से सही है, लेकिन कहानी बहुत उलझ गई है। समझ मे नहीं आ रही है कि रचनाकार इस कहानी में माध्यम से क्या कहने की कोशिश कर रहे हैं, क्योंकि कहानी किसी एक जगह या घटनाक्रम पर स्थितर नहीं है।

गौतम को लगता है कि उसकी माँ और उसके दोस्त के बीच नाजायज संबंध है। गौतम भी अपनी मां से संबंध बनाना चाहता है। फिर आकाश का खून हो जाता है और खून उसकी माँ करती है। जिसका इल्जाम वो अपने सिर लेकर जेल चला जाता है।

आकाश कौन है समझ नहीं आ रहा, क्योंकि आकाश को कई किरदारों में दिखाया गया है। कुल मिलाकर कहानी खिचड़ी हो गई है जो कहानी के अंत तक पक नहीं पाई।​

 

[Clipmaster99]

Story - Gaia
Written by - psychoknight

My Review:

At last, I get to review a Story in English. Out of the 52 stories posted so far, only 7 are in English (of which 2 are Copy and Paste). That’s 9% of the total.

I have read about your dilemma in your Review reply to a reader – about posting your story in Hindi/Hinglish. Difficult choice to make. Should you write what you are passionate about or should you write to be read by readers?!

I am aware of the Website with the same name as your title which deals with cosmic spirituality, voodoo, the super-natural and the magical mystery.

The Title could have been more explanative as it does not tell the readers who are not acquainted with the background of Gaia,the essence of the story.

My Title : Gaia – Nature’s Protector


The accompanying picture however is apt and well thought out and suggests what the story is about.

The Story has the background of the Mahakal Caves (dedicated to Lord Shiva) which is well adapted to the story.

The story is engaging and thematic in the world climatic catastrophe that we are experiencing at the moment.

However, Language would be the barrier for many readers here to grasp and enjoy the profound significance of the underlying essence of this narration (I would not classify this as a story). My percentage figures above would show this.

I personally enjoyed the narration, as I dabble in the mysteries of nature, myself.

The dramatic sex scene between the villain and Nature’s virgin is adeptly handled without being vulgar.

The mystic destruction could have been a little more dramatic and shocking though.

I would suggest that you use a tool like grammarly.com, which would highlight some sentence construction errors.


Rating: 8/10

 

[Riky007]

हम – एक दूजे के वास्ते​

Spoiler

एक गांव था... जहा दो भाई रहते थे... बड़ा भाई (दिनेश) एक दम शरीफ था और घर का सारा खर्चा चला रहा था... दूसरी और था छोटा भाई (शिवम) एक नंबर का आवारा, मलायक पर बड़े भाई का लाडला था... मां बाप ने तो दोनो भाई को बचपन में अकेला छोड़ दिया था...


जब शिवम बस 15 साल का था तब बड़े भाई की सादी हो गई तब दिनेश 25 साल का लड़का था और उसकी सादी गांव वालो ने मिल के करवा दी थी क्यो की इन दोनो का और कोई रिश्तेदार नही था जो दिनेश का बिया करवा दे... हालाकि दिनेश पास के शहर में ही एक सरकारी नौकरी कर के अच्छा काम लेता था...और इसी लिए दिनेश की सादी एक साधारण घर की लेकिन चांद से खूबसूरत लड़की से सादी हो गई... उसका नाम था दामिनी.....

दामिनी के पैर घर में पड़ते ही जैसे घर में एक नई रोनक आ गई... दामिनी की खूबसूरती सिर्फ उसके बदन तक सीमित नहीं थी वो एक सर्वगुण सम्पन्न पत्नी थी जो बड़े बड़े जमीनदार को तक नसीब नही होती... दिल की एक दम दूध के जैसी साफ... देवर को खुद के बेटे जैसे प्यार करती हे....

शिवम जो की पहले कभी घर पर समय पर नहीं आता था... अब उसकी जान से प्यारी भाभी की एक आवाज पर दौड़ के घर पर पहोंच जाता था...सब हसीं खुशी एक दूसरे के साथ रह रहे थे.....


घर का माहोल कुछ ऐसा था की... कोई भी यही बोलेगा की दामिनी शिवम की भाभी नही पर मां हो....इस एक लिए भी था कि दामिनी सादी के 5 साल बाद भी मां बनने की खुशी से दूर थी....


दामिनी खुद के इस दुख को छिपा कर ही रखती थी और खुद की ममता उसके देवर पर बिखेर देती थी.... धीरे धीरे दोनो भाभी देवर के बीच नजदगिया बाद रही थी...पर कोई एक दूसरे के बारे में मां बेटे के रिश्ते से आगे नहीं देख रहा था...

दामिनी और दिनेश ने कई हस्पताल के चक्कर काटे पर कोई फायदा नही हुए होता भी केसे दिनेश के स्पर्म काउंट ही इतने कम थे की वो कभी बाप नही बन सकता था... ये बात डॉक्टर दामिनी को पहले पता चली क्यू की ज्यादातर दामिनी ही जाति थी अस्पताल रिपोर्ट लेले क्यू की दिनेश को नौकरी भी जाना होता था.....

दामिनी नही चाहती थी की ये बात उसके पति को पता भी चल इस लिए वो डाॅक्टर से बोलती ही की उसके पति को ये बोलना की कमी उसकी पत्नी में हे.....

समय बिताता चला जाता है और अब शिवम की उमर सादी करने कि हो गई थी... लेकिन कोई लड़की इस नालायक बेरोजगार भाई के पेसो पर जीने वाले लड़के से कोन ही सादी करती.... एक दम गुंडे जैसे ही हो गया था शिवम समय के साथ....बड़े बड़े बाल... 175 cm का ऊंचाई.... बॉडी भी जैसे कोई बॉडी बिल्डर हो पर दारू की लत होने से कभी गुफा में प्रवेश ही नही कर पाया हे... उनकी कद काढ़ी देख के गांव की कई भाभियां शिवम के साथ सरसों के खेत में उसके लिए पेटीकोट उपर कर के लेती थी पर जैसे ही शिवम नंगी औरत को देखता उसका पानी एक दम से निकल जाता और भाभी उसके बाद उसे गली दे कर चली जाती....

जब शिवम का रिश्ता कही नही हुआ तो दामिनी ने उसकी सबसे छोटी बहन यानि कुशुम (18 साल) का बिया शिवम (35 साल) के साथ करवा दिया....

इस समय दामिनी कुछ 43 साल की और दिनेश कुछ 45 साल का था....इस से पहले कि आप पूछो दामिनी के माता पिता 4 लड़किया थी और आखिर में एक लडका हुआ था... इसी लिए कुसुम अभी छोटी है....

सादी से पहले शिवम रात रात भर कुसुम से बाते किया करता था... दोनो कुछ ही दिन में एक दूसरे की जान बन गईं...एक अच्छी सुसिल लड़की के साथ ने शिवम को अंदर से बदल के दिया..... लेकिन अब उसका दिन ये सोच के ही घबरा रहा था कि कही वो कुसुम को खुस भी कर पाएगा की नही.....

सादी के एक हफ्ते पहले... करीबन रात के 1 बजे.....

दामिनी – अह्ह्ह्ह अअह्ह्ह्ह थोड़ा और अंदर.... ओह ओह ओह.... जी..... छाप चप चप..... आउच....

दिनेश – (दामिनी के निप्पल चूसने हुए) ऊऊऊ..... आआउह.... दामिनी जरा धीरे से आहे भरो...

दामिनी – अःह्ह्ह ( हाफते हुए) आह आह... तो धीरे से डालिए न जी क्यू मेरी जान लेने में तुले हुए हो आप... काटो मत ना... आउच.....

कुच देर के बाद.....

दामिनी दिनेश के खुद के उपर से बड़ी मुस्किल से हटा कर... खड़ी होती हे ओर आईने के सामने खुद के नंगे बदन को निहारे जा रही थी.... दामिनी खुद को देख के थोड़ा मुस्करा देती है....

आयने में दामिनी के दो पहाड़ जेसे वक्ष स्थल... पर पति के प्यार की निशानी समान दातों के निशान साफ़ साफ देख थे... दामिनी की योनी से मोती के दाने जैसे एक एक कर के काम रस फर्श पर गिर रहा था.... खुले हुए बाल उसमे बिखरा हुआ सिंगार... गुलाबी होंठ... जैसे बोल रहे हो... हमे कैद कर लिजिए आप के दो कठौर होठों के बीच...

कुछ ही पल में उन मुलायम हाथों पर एका एक हरे रंग का एक ब्लाउस चढ़ जाता है और ये दो बड़े बड़े दूध से भरे घड़े रेशमी वस्त्र के अंदर छुप जाते है... दामिनी धीसे से नीचे जुलती है और एक एक पर के खुद को एक हरे रंग के वस्त्र में कैद कर लेती है... दामिनी थोड़ा आगे पीछे देख के... सरमाते हुए उसके पति के पास जाती है जो दामिनी की काले रंग की पारदर्शी सारी को गोद में लिए इसे सौ गया हो जैसे दामिनी को ही बाहों में न भर के सोया हो....

दामिनी बड़े थ्यान से धीरे धीरे उसकी सारी उनके पति देव की कपड़ से छीन लेती है और सारी को उसके अर्ध नंगे बदन पर लपेट कर... खुली वहा लेने बालकनी की और चल देती है....
दामिनी की नजर उसके देवर की और जाति है जो घर कि छत पर चक्कर रहा था... और थोड़ा परेशान लग रहा था.....

कुछ देर बाद छत पर.....

शिवम – भाभी आप यहां इतनी रात को....

दामिनी – तो क्या सिर्फ़ आप को ही हक ही इतनी रात में इस यहां अनेका.... ( खुले हुए बाल... और पारदर्शक सारी में..बाल धीमे धीमी हवा में हकला हलका लहारा रहे थे)

शिवम भाभी के इस रूप को देख के और उनके इसे सवाल से थोड़ा हड़बड़ा जाता है....

शिवम – वो वो.....भाभी कुछ नही मुझे नीद नही आ रही आज....

दामिनी – चलिए आप को सुला देती हू... (दामिनी एक मेक शिवम की आखों में पूरे प्रेम भाव से देख के बोली... कहीं न कही दामिनी के अंदर की मां ये बोल रही थी...)

शिवम – भाभी में अब बच्चा नहीं रहा...आप सो जाइए में कूच देर बाद सौ जाउंगा.....

दामिनी का कद ऐसा था कि शिवम नीचे देख के भाभी की आखों में देख के बोला और भाभी उसके सामने सर खड़ा कर के देख रही थी.....

दामिनी – में कुछ नही सुन रही चुप चाप चलो... चलो अभी के अभी.... थोड़ा गुस्सा देखते हुए....

शिवम के कमरे में नीचे की मंजिल पर....

दामिनी की गोद में शिवम का सर होता है और दामिनी बड़े प्यार से शिवम के बालो को सहलाते हुए... उसे सुला देती है... शिवम को ऐसा प्रतीत हो रहा था जैसे वो स्वर्ग लोक में किसी मुलायम रूई पर सोया हो...उसे उसकी भाभी की मीठी मीठी बातों से नींद आ रहि थी और साथ में भाभी के बदन की खुशबू उसे किसी चैन की नींद सुला देती है.....

कुसुम के घर पर वो उसकी सादी सुदा सहेली और उसकी पड़ोस की भाभी के साथ रात में बाते कर रहे थे और अब मिल के कुसुम के मजे ले रहे थे....

शिवम और कुसुम की सुहागरात की रात को...

कुसुम की भाभी – कुसुम... क्या जीजा जी से भी इस ही सरमाइगी....चल ये भी निकाल तूजे सुहागरात के लिऐ तैयार भी करना है...

कुसुम – नही नही... मुझे नहीं करवाना ये सब बहोत दर्द होगा... हाथ पैर का कर लिया बहोत है....

दो सहली कुसुम के साथ पैर पकड़ के उसे पूरा नंगा कर देती है... कुसुम की गोरी गोरी योनि देख के सब की आंखे फटी की फटी रह जाति है.. गोरी गुलाबी रंग कि योनि पर सुनहरे हल्के हल्के बाल...गोल मटोल स्तन पर दो अनार के दाने समान गुलाबी निप्पल... गहरी नाभी.... पतली कमर... नाजुक हाथ... हिरनी सी गरदन...सही मायनो में एक कुसुम एक कच्ची कली थी.... नादान बच्ची थी जिसे सिर्फ इतना पता था कि सादी के बाद पति उसे नंगा कर के प्यार करेगा... पर क्या करेगा उस से वो नादान लड़की अंजान थी.....

कुछ ही देर में.. बालों से भरी एकदम चिकनी हो जाती है...और उसके बाद उसे सब मिल कर उसे अपना अपना सुहागरात का अनुभव देते है...और सुहागरात में क्या क्या होगा सब ज्ञान दिया जाता है....

सुहागरात की रात को.....

कुसुम ने भाभी की बातें सुन के सुन के कही अरमान बना लिए थे... पहले तो शिवम और कुसुम प्यार भरी बातें करते हुए रात के 12 बजा देते हे पर जैसे ही शिवम थोड़ा आगे बड़ के कुसुम के की सारी साइड कर के... कुसुम के गोरे गोरे बदन को चूम चूम के गिला कर दिया है... कुसुम ये हमला बर्दास्त नही कर पाती ओर कामुक हो कर अपनी आंखे बंद कर लेती है और खुद को उसके पति के सामने समर्पित कर देती है... बिचारी का दिल जोरो से धड़क रहा था...उसकी चूचियां ऊपर नीचे हो रही थी... कुसुम की शास तेज हो रही थी... क्यू ना होता पहली बार कोई मर्द उसके जिस्म से खेलने जो वाला था....

शिवम खुद के मोटे काले लिंग को बारह निकल लेता है और.... कुसुम का ब्लाउज खोल देता है... कुसुम के मुलायम चूची देख के शिवम का लन्ड जोर से झटके मार रहा था.... शिवम का मन हुआ कि कुसुम को पूरा नंगा कर दे पर...जैसे ही उसकी नजर उसकी नई नवेली दुल्हन पर गई...क्या मासूम सी कच्ची कली ही देख कर ही अंदर डाले बिना कोई मर्द रह नही पाई...
लेकिन कुसुम ने धीरे से बोला....

कुसुम – सब मत खोलिए ना... डरते और सरमाते हुए बोली...

एक मधुर आवाज सुन के ही शिवम का दिल पिघल गया और... शिवम ने कुसुम को बाहों में लेकर उसके चूको को चूसना चालू कर दिया.....

मर्द के गर्म मुंह में कुसुम के छोटे छोटे मम्मे जाते ही कुसुम की योनि में पानी निकाल दिया.... कुसुम की आहे आहे जैसे भईया और भाभी भी सुन रहे थे...और वो दोनो भी प्यार के समंदर में डूब जाते हे...

लेकिन जैसे ही शिवम में कुसुम को लेता कर उसका पेटीकोट ऊपर किया शिवम का लिंग जैसे काबू के बाहर हो गया... और शिवम ने जैसे ही कुसुम की गुलाबी योनि पर रखा उसका पूरा
विर्य कुसुम की छोटी सी योनी को भीगा देता है... कुसुम एक मीठे दर्द के डर से और आने वाली खुशी से...बेसबरी से उस पल कि राह मे पलके चुका कर लेती हुए थी इस उम्मीद में की उसका पति आज उसे कुंवारी लड़की से एक औरत बना देगा...पर काफी देर बाद भी कुछ न होने पर कुसुम अपनी आखें खोल के दिखी तो...उसका पति तो करवट ले कर सो चुका था...

कुसुम को थोड़ा दुखी हुए पर वो खुश भी थी आज के प्यार भरे रात को यादों में..और उसे बहोत डर भी लग रहा था कि वो कैसे करेगी ये सब इस लिए उसे जादा समय मिल गया इस लिए खुस भी थी....

पर ये सिलसिला पूरे 6 महीनो तक चला... लेकिन उसके संस्कार सामने से पति से इस बारे में बात करने से रोक रहे थे... कुसुम को उसकी मां कि दी सीख याद आती ही की पति पत्नी का भगवान होता... तुम उनकी खुशी के लिए वो सब करोगी जो करने को बोले बिना सवाल जवाब...और कुसुम थी भी एक दम उसकी मां के जैसी आज्ञाकारी... समर्पित लड़की...

लेकिन समय के साथ साथ उसे उसकी ही बड़ी बहन से ही दिल के किसी कोने में जलन होने लगी थी...और ये जलन तब बढ़ गई जब एक हसीन रात को उसने उसकी बड़ी बहन और जीजा...या जेठ जेठानी को नंगा यौन संबंध बनाते हुए देख लेती है...ये आज पहली बार कुसुम ने एक मर्द को सही मायनो में औरत की गरमी निकालते हुए देखा था... उसकी भी आग आज भड़क गईं थी.....

लेकिन वो उकसे जेठ के साथ ये सब करने का सोच भी नही सकती थी...वो तो उसकी सुखी हुई योनि उसे गलत सोचने पर मजबूर कर रही थी....

Rakshabandhan ke din.....

दिनेश एक गुस्से वाला और कठोर आदमी दिखता था पर दिल का बड़ा साफ था...कोई लड़की उसके सामने नंगी क्यों न खड़ी वो उसकी पत्नी को सपने में भी धोका नहीं दे सकता था.... घर की छोटी बहू कुसुम से भी काम से ज्यादा कभी बात नही किया था....

कुसुम उसके जेठ से थोड़ा डरती भी थी क्योंकि की एक दो बार दिनेश ने उसे उसके कपड़ों को लेकर डाट दिया था....

कुसुम और दामिनी का छोटा भाई आया था... पहले उसे राखी बांध कर दोनो बहने एक दूसरे के पति को राखी बांध देती है...

दामिनी – कुसुम मांग ले आज हमारा दिन ही... अपने जेठ जी से जो चाइए माग ले....

कुसुम – ( डरते हुए... बच्चे जैसे पूछती है) जेठ जी आप मुझ पर गुस्सा मत होना अगर मेरे से कोई गलती हो....( नीचे मुंह कर के)

आगे दामिनी और शिवम... दिनेश का जवाब सुन के थोड़ा चोक जाते हे....

दिनेश आगे बड़ के कुसुम को उसकी बाहों में भर लेता है और बोलता हे... कुसुम एक दम से हुए आलिंगन से थोड़ा सहम जाती है... लेकिन कुछ ही पल में दोनो एक दुसरे में इसे खो जाते हे जैसे दोनो बाप बेटी हो....

दिनेश – बेटा क्या में इतना बुरा हू...आप मेरी बहू नहीं बेटी हो समझी आप इसी लिए आप को डाटा था...

और कुसुम के माथे को चूम कर उस से अलग हो जाता है.....

सब खुश हो जाते है... इस के बाद दोनो के बिच की दुरिया कम हो जाती हे...6 महीने और बीत जाते ही बिना कुसूम को सील भंग हुए.....

समय के साथ दिनेश और दामिनी की बच्चे की ईच्छा और कुसुम की योन सूख की तमन्ना... उसकी परम सीमा पर थी....इसी दौरान शिवम दूसरे शहर में काम के खोजने चला गया था... अब वो पहले वाला शिवम नही रहा था... उसके साथ अब उसका लोड़ा भी ठीक होने लगा था... लेकीन शिवम 2 महीनो से घर नहीं आया था... वरना हमारी प्यारी कुसुम भाभी को चरम सुख की प्राप्ति शिवम बड़े आराम से करवा देता....

कहते हे ना की लोग मंजिल के बहोत करीब आ कर हार मान लेते हे क्यू को वो आने वाली सफलता से अंजान होते हे... वैसा ही कुसुम की जिन्दनी में होने वाला था...आज तक उसके पति से कुछ न होने पर भी जो कुसुम उसका पत्नी धर्म बखूबी निभा रही थी... आने वाले वाली रात में कोई उम्मीद न दिखने पर खुद की यौन उत्तेजना ओ के आगे घुटने टेक देने वाली थी...

आज मोसम काफ़ी खराब था... मूसलधार बारिश से जगा जागा पानी भर गया था....घर के चारों सदस्य एक दूसरे से अलग अलग थे.... दामिनी उसकी सहेली की सादी से आ रही थी और बस स्टैंड पर फस गई थी... चारो तरफ बस पानी होने से बस वाला बारिश रुकने तक आगे जाने से मना कर रहा था.... शिवम घर से अभी थोड़े घंटो की दूरी पर था...जो ट्रेन से आ रहा था.... दिनेश ऑफिस से घर की और पैदल ही चल देता ये क्यू कि उसे दामिनी की चिंता हो रही थी....और दामिनी का कॉल लग नही रहा था....वही दूसरी और कुसुम उसकी सहेली की सादी में जाने वाली थी पर तेज बारिश से जा नही पाती जिस से सब लोग अंजान थे....

घर पर सिर्फ़ कुसुम थी और उसे बहोत डर लग रहा था अकेले में...हर बिजली की चमक और बादल के गरजने से वो काप जाति थी....अब तो लाइट भी जा चुकी थी....

कुसुम की पतली सी कमर एक हाथ पड़ता है और जब तक कुसुम कुछ प्रतिक्रिया दे पाती...वो आदमी हमारी कुसुम भाभी को अपनी और कर के एक पल में कुसुम को खुद के बाहु पोश में भर लेता है और...वो आदमी कुसुम को पागलों जैसे कुसुम के चंद्र समान मुख को चूम चूम कर गीला कर देता है साथ में वो आदमी हर चूमे के साथ कुसुम को और कस के आलिंगन देता था.... कुसुम का दिमाग इस प्यार भरे आलिंगन और चूमो की बरसात में बर्फ के जैसे जमा कर रख दिया था.... बिचारी कुसुम....

कुसुम –जोर से डर के चिलाते हुए.... कोन है.... कोन है....

दिनेश की गांड़ फट जाती हे ये सुन कर की ये आवाज उसकी बहू की हे (छोटे भाई की धर्मपत्नी)..... बर्फ की तरह जमने की बारी इस बार हमारे दिनेश भाई की थी.....

तभी एक जोरो से बिजली कड़की और कुसुम इसके जेठ को उसके सामने देख के.... एक दम से शरमा जाती है... सारा गुस्सा जैसे जेठ को देख के कुसुम एक पल में पी गई... और उसके गोरे गोरे चंदन की लकड़ी जैसे पैर उसके जेठ को देख के कापने लगे... हा गलती किसी भी क्यों ना हो...

अब दिनेश भाई की हालत तो और खराब थी...केसे सब नॉर्मल किया जाय इस सोच में ही वो डूब गया.....फिर पाता नही क्या हुआ..... जेठ जी ने उसकी बहूरानी को फिर से कस के गले से लगा लिया और उसके माथे को चूम कर.....

दिनेश – बहु डरो मत... मेरी गलती थी... मेने सोचा दामिनी है... और आप इतना क्या सोच रहे हो...आप मेरी बेटी ही हो... हु न में आप का डैडी.....

कुसुम – ( गांव में कोई बाप उसकी बेटी को जवानी के बाद इसे। नही आलिंगन देता पर कुसुम का दिल दूध के जैसा साफ़ था) हा जेठ जी.... हा पापाजी....

Tabhi ek joro ki bijali kadaki aur... Aue kusum kisi choti bacchi ke jese kud ke uske Jeth ke barsat me gile badam me ese sama gai jese do premi barso baat mile ho.... Dinesh par ab dheere dheere is hasin bekabu mosam ho Raha tha... Uske hath Bina kuch sochte hue... Uske chhote bhai ki kuvari dulahan ki kamar ko sahlane laga...

दिनेश की इस हरकत से कुसुम एक दम से सहम जाती है...क्या ये वही उसका जेठ था जो उसे बेटी जैसे मानता था... लेकिन कुसुम भी अब हार मान लेना चाहती थी... और खुद को किसी मर्द के हवाले कर के उसकी काम वासना को शांत करना चाह रही थी.... उसके कोई होश रहा नही था....दोनो बिलकुल मदहोश होने लगे थे.....

दिनेश को ये भी नही पता चला कि कब उसने उसके भाई की वाइफ को अपनी बाहों मे उठा कर अपने रूम में लिया...और कब कुसुम बहू उसके बिस्तर में योन सुख की चरम सीमा पर पहुंच कर.... उसकी पीठ को नोच डाला था... दोनो नंगे ही बिना किसी होश में एक दूसरे की बाहों में सो चुके थे.....कुसुम अब कुंवारी नहीं रही थी... दिनेश ने कच्ची कली कुसुम को इस भोगा की बिस्तर की चंदर भी कुसुम के कोमार्ग्य भंग से पूरी खून से सन गई थी... कुसुम के लंबे बालों में अभी तक उसके जेठ का हाथ हिल रहा था.... दुसरा हाथ था कुसुम के कोमल और कठोर स्तनों के बिल्कुल नीचे.... कुसुम पूरी तरह से नंगी जेठ की घने बालों वाली छाती पर सुकून से सोए हुए थी... जैसे उसे आने वाले कल की कोई चिंता न हो....

दिनेश के कदावर बदन के आगे कुसुम जेसी नंही जान को देख के ऐसा लग रहा था... जैसे किसी शेर ने हिरनी के साथ संभोग किया हो....

कभी कभी ऐसा होता है जिस की हम ने कभी कल्पना भी न की हो... ऐसा ही कुछ एक बहू और जेठ के बिच हो चुका था... पता नही ईशान खुद की वासना से हार कर हर रिश्ते को केसे भूल जाता है.... खेर अब होनी को कोन ही टाल सकता था....

जब बारिश रुकी.... शिवम घर आता है... घर का दरवाजा खुला ही था... वो किसी को सुबह के 5 बजे उठा कर किसी की निंद नही बिगाड़ना चाहता था...इस लिए हो सीथा उसकी जान कुसुम के पास जाता है पर वो रूम में नहीं होती....तो वो थोड़ा परेशान होता है....और न चाह कर भी...वो भाई भाभी के कमरे में जाने का सोचता है....

दरवाजे तक पहुंच ने से पहले ही उसे कुसुम और उसका भाई बिकुल नग्न अवस्था में एक दूसरे की बाहों में दिख जाते हे.... शिवम जैसे जिंदा लास बन गया था... उसकी आखों से आसू पानी के जैसे निकले...वो बिचारा हिल तक नहीं पाया वहा से....क्या कर सकता था वो लाचार पति जिसकी पत्नी उसके ही बड़े भाई की बाहों में नंगी पड़ी हुए थी...एक तरफ भाई जिस ने उसे बचपन से पाला और एक तरफ उसकी पत्नी....

देखो नियति ने केसा खेल खेला उसी समय उसकी भाभी दामिनी भी वहा आ गई...और शिवम को इसे खिड़की अंदर देखते हुए देख लिया....

दामिनी ने धीरे से शिवम के पास गई ताकि देख सके वो क्या देख रहा है.... दामिनी की आखें भी भर आई...वो रोना चाहती थी...उसके पति को गाली देना चाहती थी...पर वो चुप रही..केसे देख सकती थी एक पतिव्रता स्त्री उसके पति को किसी और स्त्री के साथ....फिर भी दामनी एक सुलझी हुई औरत थी...वो नही चाहती थी कि दो भाई के बिच में इस लिए लड़ाई हो...

वो शिवम को जैसे तैसे उसके रूम में लेजाती हैं...और उसे बाहों में ले कर उसे सहारा देती है.... दूसरी और भाभी का रोज का आलिंगन आज से कूच अलग ही आनंद दे रहा था... शिवम को... दोनो ने थोड़ी देर बाद ने निर्णय लिया की दोनो थोड़ी देर बार घर की डोर बैल बजा कर घर में वापस आयेंगे...

ताकि सब कुछ वैसा चले जैसा था...दोनो देवर भाभी नही चाहते थे की उन दोनो को पता चले की वो दोनो सब जानते हैं....

जैसे ही डोरबेल बजी कुसुम जाग जाती है और खुद को जेठ के साथ इस नंगा देख के उसे खुद पर घिन आती है और वो तुरंत अपने कपड़े पहन कर... ठीक हो कर... दरवाजा खोलती है....

आज इस बात को 5 साल हो गई है... लेकीन सब पहले जैसे नोरमल ही अपनी अपनी ज़िंदगी जी रहे है....

दिनेश ने उस दिन के बाद कभी उसकी बहू के साथ दूसरी बार ऐसा कुछ करने के बारे में सोचा तक नहीं और साथ में अब वो दामिनी के साथ भी ज्यादा नहीं रहता क्यों की उसके उसकी ही बेटी जैसी बहु के साथ जो किया वो हर समय याद आता है और वो इस लिए थोड़ा डिप्रेस रहता था....जब तक की उसे वो खुश खबरी नही मिली....

कुसुम के तो अब तक दो बच्चे हो चुके थे...पर आज दामिनी ने जो खुस खबरी सब को दी वो सुन के सब की आखें भर आई....
दामिनी आज सादी के लगभग 20 साल बाद पेट से भी...उसकी कोख भी भर गई थी....

9 महीनो बाद दामिनी ने एक प्यारी सी बच्ची को जन्म दिया... दामिनी को वो मिल गया जिस की आस उसने कब की जोड़ दी थी....सब बेहत खुश थे...और दामिनी से भी ज़्यादा खुद दिनेश था आखिर वो बाप जो बन गया था.....

जब नर्स ने पूछा की बच्चे के पापा कोन है दिनेश आगे आया...आई बच्चे को गोद में लिया पर वो रोना चालू हो गया...अब बारी बारी सब बच्चे को चुप कराने के लिए कुछ न कुछ कर रहे थे....

कुसुम – आप क्या देख रहे हो आप की भी भांजी है लिजिए देखो कितना प्यारी है... देखो ना पुरी जेठानी पर गई है....

जैसे ही शिवम ने बच्ची को गोद में लिया बच्ची चुप हो गई और शिवम को देख के मुस्कारे लगी....

ये सब देख कर दामिनी थोड़ा शरमा जाती है...और शिवम को एक प्यारी सी खूबसूरत सी स्माइल देती है.....

समाप्त......

पारिवारिक संबंधों पर एक रचना जिसमे सब एक दूसरे को धोखा दे रहे हैं, पर जब दिनेश को अपनी इतना बड़ा पत्नी को मानने वाला दिखाया है की कोई नंगी लड़की भी सामने आ जाय तो वो कुछ न करे, फिर कुसुम को तो वो बेटी समान मानता था, फिर ऐसा कैसे कर सकता है?

थोड़ा अजीब लगा ये प्वाइंट, और वर्तनी की गलतियां भी बहुत थी।

Rating: 6/10

 

[Clipmaster99]

Story- " Indian railway fulfill hubby's fantasy "
Writer- Clipmaster99.


Story Amogh namak ek aise husband ki hai jo apni wife Priya ko kisi anya ladke ke saath sexual relationship bante hue dekhna chahta hai.
Fantasy karna easy hota hai lekin Fantasy ko hakikat ka jama pahnana bahut jyada muskil hota hai.
Writer ne bahut achhi tarah se es subject ko build up kiya hai.
Priya ke saath railway yard me khali train ke andar sex karna aur 2 stranger ka unki sexual incounter live dekhna,
Phir role play ke dwara Priya ke mind me extra martial affair ki chingari paida karna, Amogh ke planning ka part tha.

Goa se return ke dauran train me jo kuchh hua , wo pahle ka plan nahi tha. Ye sab tatkalin plan tha. Lekin ye uski khuskishmati thi ki uski wife bhi uske hi rang me rang gayi thi. Wo ready thi Forbidden fruit ke liye.
Aur Aakhir jaha Amogh ki Fantasy puri hui to Priya ki bhi kaam-Vasna ko tripti mili.

Kahani ka shirshak Story ke saath perfect match karta hai.
Role play ko Writer ne thode kam lekin thik hi likha hai. Train ke andar Priya aur 2 mardo ka sexual incounter jyada hot nahi ho paya.
Behtar hota Priya ke saath sirf ek insaan hi sex karta. Pahli baar me hi 2 logon ke saath Priya ka khulkar sex karna kuchh jyada hi fast laga mughe.

Aisa nahi hai ki fantasy, voyeur , cheating , cuckold ya swapping ki story me emotions, love aur thrills nahi hota. Ye sab story ko aur bhi realistic banata hai. Aur ye story me missing laga mughe.
Waise story bahut badhiya likha aapne.
Aap ki story mughe pashand aayi.

Rating - 10/ 8.5.

SANJU ( V. R. ) ... Aapka mai kaise shukriya aadha karun? Aapne jo English story ka translation Hinglish me diya, usske liye bahut - bahut danyawad. Meri Hindi kamjor hai, toh jo mai English me soch aur likh sakta hun, uska Hinglish me likhna, uska falooda ho jata tha. Ab shayad (jaise reader Shetan) ne bataya, aur readers ko story samajh me ayega.

Ab aate hain aapka comments pe. Word limit ka continuously dyan rakna pada. Meri story 6780 words ki hai, jo 7000 limit ka bahut hi kareeb hai. Yadi words jyada hota, toh fir paraphrase karna (words ghatana) bahut he mushkil kaam hota hai, aur issme story abrupt ho jati hai.

Waise toh mai role-play he 7000 words likh sakta hun, fir over-all story bigad jata.

"Aisa nahi hai ki fantasy, voyeur , cheating , cuckold ya swapping ki story me emotions, love aur thrills nahi hota. Ye sab story ko aur bhi realistic banata hai."

Yeh aapka suggestion tab ho pata, jab story 7-8 parts me likha jata hai. Yeh ek short story Competition hai aur yeh mujhe dyan me rakhna tha.

Thank you again, for your priceless review.

 

[Riky007]

Title: Indian Railways Fulfils Hubby’s Fantasy

Author: Clipmaster 99

Word Count: 6780

Spoiler

Hello Everyone,

This is my real-life experience. So, you cannot call it a story. It happened under strange circumstances.

First, let me begin by giving you an introduction about myself. I am Priya, 28 years old, married to Amogh, who is 32 years old. Hubby calls me Priya Gold (He likes to “eat” biscuits). I got married when I was 24 years.

I am from Mumbai and was brought up in a middle-class, Maharashtrian family. My dear hubby works in an NMC here. I have a daughter who is 2 years old.

My husband says that I have a voluptuous figure which is 36D-34-42 and a well-rounded ass. I agree with him as I get many stares from men of all ages. I am 5’6” in height.

By culture, I am a bit shy and reserved and did not have many friends in college, though most boys would try to talk to me and flirt with me. But, I did not encourage any of them. I was aware of my charms and knew that they all wanted to take me to bed.

I was brought up in a strict Maharashtrian family where moral values were emphasized. I know you all must be waiting to know if I was a virgin when I married. I was a virgin. Amogh was pleasantly surprised as ours was an arranged marriage but soon it blossomed into love. We courted for 6 months before we got married.

Amogh is an extrovert and has many women friends. Earlier, I used to feel jealous and he had admitted that he had many affairs during his college days. So, he was the experienced partner and I was a keen student in our sex life.

They say there is no limit to learning in sex and the more you have sex the more you want it. This was the case with me too. I began to enjoy sex, with my hubby and wanted more and more.

From the very beginning, Amogh would encourage me to wear revealing clothes whenever we went out. I think he enjoyed showing off his “pretty, voluptuous” wife to strangers. In the beginning, I was shy but as the years passed, I too enjoyed the attention I got from strangers.

Amogh would hold my waist possessively and then discretely press my bust or hold my bum in crowded buses and trains. He especially enjoyed traveling in crowded Mumbai trains with me. I think he had a special fascination for Indian Railways and you will understand this as my (story) narration progresses.

Once we were traveling in the peak time in the crowded train and he took me with him in the gents’ compartment. There was hardly any place to stand and we were crushed from all sides. I was holding my purse with one hand and the train handle with the other.

As the train was moving, someone from behind (later I saw it was a teenage worker boy), suddenly cupped my boob with his hand and squeezed it. I was shocked and did know what to do. I somehow managed to pinch his hand and became free. As our halt soon came, we got down. I looked around but could not spot the offender.

On the way back, I told Amogh about this and his reaction was really strange. As soon as we reached home, he lifted me up and took me straight to bed. Without wasting any time, he pulled down my salwar and bikini and showed me his cock.

His cock is 5.5” and it was erect and shining with pre-cum. He then pushed apart my legs, put his finger in my pussy, and said: “See you are wet.”

I told him: “What rubbish. That is all your imagination.”

He then proceeded to make love to me. I was gently surprised by his passion as he kept banging my pussy with hard strokes. Slowly, my pussy began to get wet and I was enjoying his passion and enjoyed the love making.

Like this, there were many other incidents. Another time, we were traveling late at night by train. There was not much rush. Then, there was an announcement that the train was being terminated there and it would proceed to the Railway shed. All people got down.

My husband said that we will go to the railway shed. I was worried. I knew what he had in mind. It was past midnight and quite dark outside. When the train moved again, there was no one in the compartment and it was empty.

As the train reached the shed, most of the lights were switched off, and only one light was on in the compartment. My husband got up and latched the door.

Hubby was in the mood and I could see the bulge in his pants. He was always adventurous in sex and loved to try out crazy things. He then unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra.

I was terribly worried that we would get caught, though there was no one on the train. Soon his persistence began to excite me too. I was getting wet in my panties.

That day I was wearing a saree. He lifted my saree and began fingering my wet pussy. He took out his erect cock and I held it in my hand. He then made me stand up and bend forward. He pulled down my panties to my knees and I stood with my feet apart. I was holding the train window for support.

Before I knew it, he had inserted his throbbing cock in my wet pussy and was giving me strokes. I was enjoying the sensation and began moaning as his cock struggled to remain in my cunt. Since I was standing and my pussy was wet and dripping with my juices, he was having difficulty keeping his cock in my cave.

Suddenly, I saw two young urchins looking at us through the window. I was shocked. I tried to draw my hubby’s attention to these peeping toms. But he said, “So what?” Let them also enjoy. Poor guys must have never seen such beautiful boobs and a wet pussy”.

He pulled up my bra which was open and began showing those guys my precious possession with my nipples pointing at them. There was a smile on hubby’s face.

I could have died in shame. But he was enjoying me being devoured lustfully by these urchins. Since his cock continued banging my hot, wet pussy I could only close my eyes and enjoy all that was happening.

I tried to hide my face with my arms, but the feel of Amogh’s cock in my pussy and rubbing my clitoris was overpowering. I too began to enjoy the thrusts, and my shyness disappeared. I could see the happy smiles on the urchin’s faces, and one of them took out his cock from his shorts and began masturbating. I didn’t care. I reached my orgasm as Amogh, filled me with his cum.

After relaxing for a few moments, we got dressed up properly and made sure that the urchins had left, we got down from the train and walked on the railway tracks till we reached the next station and then came home in the morning.

What an adventure it was. There was a glint in my hubby’s eyes. I was happy to see him happy, but I must admit that I too enjoyed the thrill of the adventure. In this way, our sex life grew by leaps and bounds.

Then I got pregnant and had my little baby. A year passed by without any adventure and minimal sex. I have given you a glimpse into Amogh’s sex appetite and his passion. He loved sex adventure and experimenting. Now for the last year, he has a fixation and a fantasy. He wants me to have sex with a stranger.

I was appalled and shocked at his suggestion. How could he even think of sharing his wife with a stranger? I was even annoyed that he thought about this and did not talk to him for 2 days.

Amogh held me tightly in bed that night. I told him, “You don’t love me anymore.” But as usual, he had some justification and said, “Darling, I want to see you happy. You know that I will always love you.”

Though we used to see porn occasionally, it was on any subject. But now he was passionate about threesomes. He showed me many Indian threesome porn videos where the husband would introduce his wife to his friend and then record their sex.

At first, I thought it was just acting for porn videos, but then slowly I got convinced that these were genuine family clips. I too began enjoying watching these videos, where the two guys would be passionately having sex with the man’s wife, and she would be groaning and enjoying the two guys on either side of her, sucking on each boob at the same time.

I did for a moment wonder how it would feel to have two guys sucking my boobs, but quickly dismissed the idea. I thought to myself since I am only watching and did not have to participate in this orgy, I would not be affected.

As time passed, Amogh got busy with his job, and our daily sex changed to twice a week routine. Remember, I was also busy bringing up my daughter. During our sex sessions, Amogh would ask me to role-play.

He would make me imagine that the milk-man Ramu or my tailor Azim was the second guy who was fucking me in the threesome with my husband. He would give a running commentary on the imagined scene and then I would have to tell him what was happening.

Our Role-play:

He would tell me to imagine that the milkman Ramu, who was middle-aged and dark, would come to deliver the milk (to our village house). He would come to the back door. My husband would be sleeping and I would get up to collect the milk.

I would then tell Ramu, that his milk had too much water in it. He would look at my swollen boobs filled with milk (I was nursing the baby) and say that the milk he delivered was as pure as mine.

I would tell him, “Nahi, Mera doodh pure aur jyada ghana hai”. (No, my milk is thicker and purer than the milk you deliver). He would then tell me to show him.

I would look around, knowing that hubby was asleep and there was no one else, I would open my blouse (I was not wearing a bra) and with my fingers squeeze out a few drops from my nipple.

Ramu, the milkman was smart. He said, “Mujhe taste karna hai aur check karna hai”. (I have to taste it to check). Since I thought it was only a few drops and not a big deal, I allowed him to lie down on my lap like a little baby.

He made me remove the blouse completely, saying that it was coming in the way. I allowed him to remove my blouse and since I was not wearing a bra, my fully swollen breasts were visible to him.

He took one nipple in his warm mouth and began sucking on it. It was a different sensation. He began drinking the milk. I told him, “Ramu....bas ho gaya”. (Ramu, that is enough).

He said, “Nahi....abhi aur peena hai. Doodh toh bahut hai. Dekho tumhare mumme kitne bade ho gaye hain, doodh se barke. Lagta hai tumhara pati ko tumhara doodh peene ko pasand nahi hai ”

(No. I want to drink more. You have lots of milk. Your milk jugs are full of milk. It seems your husband does not like to drink your milk). And he began playing with my other nipple, drenching his face with my milk.

I was a bit annoyed about what he said about Amogh not drinking my milk. But that was true. He did not drink my milk saying that the milk was for the baby.

I had never thought that Ramu sucking my swollen nipples would give me such a sensation. I began getting wet in my pussy.

He could sense my movements with my thighs and slowly lifted my saree to my knees. I was not wearing underwear. He then put his fat finger in my pussy, which by now was wet and oozing with my juices. He pushed me onto my back, opened my legs, and quickly put his cock in my cunt and started fucking me.

Suddenly, I heard a sound at the door. It was my hubby who was watching the scene all along from behind the curtain. He had taken out his cock and was masturbating.

I called him with my eyes. He came and sat beside my face. I quickly took his cock into my mouth and began sucking. Within a minute he filled my mouth with his cum.

At the same time, milkman Ramu had filled my pussy with his thick, white cream, which began overflowing down my thighs. Ramu got up and pointed to his overflowing cream.

He said, “Ab boliye.... “ Kisska doodh me dham hai? Dekho mera malai aur kaho” (Ok, you tell me...whose milk is thicker? Mine is thick cream). I could only smile.

Amogh would also like me to describe the role-play and our encounter with my tailor, Azim.

Our Role-play:

My husband and I were living in a small town. My husband had a small cock and could not satisfy my huge sex drive and lust. I had once confided this to my best friend Jayshree, who was my neighbour, but had forgotten that I had told her this.

Since, it was only imagination, I slowly began enjoying these fantasies but often wondered what would happen if they became a reality. But, I was confident that I would never allow it to happen. I loved Amogh too much to think of cheating with another man.

So, as per the role-play, I wanted to stitch a body-hugging blouse for Diwali and asked my friend Jayshree if she knew of any good tailor. She said that there was a tailor named Azim, who was her neighbour and gave good service.

She said this with a wink. Being innocent, and having forgotten that I had told her about my husband’s small cock, I did not understand what she meant when she winked at me.

A few days later my husband accompanied me to the tailor’s shop. When we entered the tailor’s shop, I was surprised to see a handsome guy, about 35 years, with a good physique.

He introduced himself as Azim. I told him that my friend Jayshree had recommended him to me. He had a smile on his face and said, “Sahi jagah pe aayi hai”.

I explained that I wanted a tight-fitting blouse and a ghagra choli stitched. He looked at my boobs for some time and said, “Measurement lena padega”. My husband told him, “Theek se sab measurements lena. Fitting aacha hona chahiye”, and he winked at him.

Azim smiled and told Amogh to wait outside, pointing to a bench, and took me to the inner room. He bolted the door and said, “Koi andar nahi aaye issliye bandh kiya”.

I was surprised to see a bed inside with a thick mattress, and a full-sized mirror by its side. But then I thought that it must be his resting room.

He then told me to remove the blouse I was wearing. I told him, “Blouse ke upar se measurements le lo”. (Take the measurements from the top of the blouse). He said, “Usse proper fitting nahi hogi”. (It will not give a proper fit).

Reluctantly, I began unbuttoning my blouse. He then took the blouse and kept it on the table. I was now dressed only in my black bra and ghagra choli.

Before I knew it, he unhooked my bra from the back and in one swift movement removed it. I was speechless. I said, “Yeh kya kar rahe ho?” He said, “Proper fitting chaihiye, na?”

He then took the measuring tape from around his neck and started measuring my bust. He said, “Kya boobs hai! Aise boobs toh kabhi dekha hi nahi. Jabardast hain. Jayshree ka toh bahut chote hain.”

(What lovely boobs you have! I have never seen such beautiful boobs. Jayshree has small boobs). I was embarrassed but also felt proud to get such compliments. I relaxed a bit when I heard that he had seen my friend Jayshree’s boobs too. I now felt that this is normal when tailors take tight-fitting measurements.

But what was not normal, was that he was cupping my breasts with his palms and also squeezing my nipples. Let me tell you, that no woman can resist when her nipples are squeezed gently and her boobs massaged. This was just the beginning. He bent down and began kissing and sucking my nipples.

I tried to push him away, but he was muscular and strong. His tongue encircled my areolas and it seems my nipples had a mind of their own. They began growing in his mouth.

Shamelessly, he told me, “Nipples ka full size aana chahiye, taki woh blouse me fitting ho jaye”. (Nipples should grow to their full size so that they fit well in the new blouse).

By now, my pussy was leaking and wet with my juices. But there was more to come. He pulled down my ghagra and said, “Gaand ka bhi size lena padega.” I was wearing red panties.

I was embarrassed and ashamed to see the wet patch on my crotch. There was an astounded look on his face and his eyes opened wide. “Aare kya gaand hai. Lagta hai pati tumhara gaand marke, bahut bada banaya. Jayshree ka gaand bhi chota hai”.

I said, “Kuch bhi bolte ho. Maine kabhi anal kiya nahi hai husband ke saat.” (You are talking anything. I have never had anal sex with my husband). He smiled and said, “Jaldi ho jayega.” (It will happen soon).

I didn’t know what he meant. Soon he had pulled down my red panty too. I was trying to cover my pussy with my hands. He pulled them apart and said, “Dekhne do. Lund ko toh malum pade kahan gussne wala hai.” (Let me see. Cock should know where it is going).

Now, I was really worried that he will fuck me. But I was helpless and excited too – a deadly combination. He opened my pussy lips and with his red-hot tongue began exploring the depths of my pussy.

He led me to the bed and made me lie down on the thick mattress. I had no strength to refuse. He lifted my feet wide and then roughly pushed his 6” cock into my wet pussy that was wet and was expecting his rod inside.

Suddenly, I remembered that my husband was waiting outside. I told Azim, “Mere patidev baahar baite hain. Yeh sab dekh liya toh kya bolenge?”

(My hubby dear is sitting outside. What if he sees all this?) He withdrew his cock from my cunt. I was surprised as I was not satisfied. I thought I had spoken too soon.

He said, “Haan, yeh toh mai bhool he gaya. Mister ne kaha tha, ki measurements theek se le lo. Unko dekhne do, maine theek se liya ke nahi”.

(Ohhh, yes. I forgot all about your husband. He had told me to take the measurements properly. Let him only see whether I have done it properly).

He got up and went to the door. I thought to myself....what is he doing? And then I got a shock. He opened the door and invited my dear hubby into the room.

Here I was lying on the tailor’s bed completely naked, with my boobs jiggling, my nipples taut and my pussy wide open and shining with all my juices leaking.

The bigger shock was to see my husband smiling and with a big bulge in his pants. He entered and said, “Lagta hai, theek se measurements le liya hai, aur tumhara lund ka fitting bhi mere bhibi ka gili choot me trial kiya hai”.

(Looks like you have done proper fitting and even had a trial of your cock in my wife’s oozing pussy). They then proceeded to take turns in fucking me. But anal sex did not happen that day.

Well, Guys, this was only role-play that my dear hubby and I used to have. It was fun and the sex was mind-blowing. Amogh would tell me almost every day that we should try a threesome with a friend or a stranger. I kept refusing.

Then this real-life incident happened. I would never have dreamt that this would ever happen to me. Though I had stepped into the world of role-play and was enjoying it, the reality was different and has now changed my life.

This incident happened about 6 months ago. Hubby was to go to Goa on an official assignment for a week. He asked me to accompany him. I was more than overjoyed, dreaming of a holiday in Goa. I left my baby with my in-laws.

We stayed in a beach resort in Goa. It had a scenic view of the setting sun which was visible from our shack that was located right on the beach.

Since Amogh would be working the whole day at his office and would come back exhausted, you would be surprised to hear that we did not have sex even a single time in Goa.

I remember I had asked Amogh if our 2nd class AC return train journey (Indian Railways) was confirmed. He said it was on the waitlist, but he was confident that it would get confirmed, or else he said that he would make some arrangements when they boarded the train.

I usually like to dress well on a journey. I like to do make-up and look my best. I spent 2 hours that day in the bathroom doing my facial and even shaved my pussy (makes me feel clean and comfortable).

I had thought of masturbating since I was feeling horny (remember we had no sex for one whole week, but then I thought I will have enough time to satisfy myself when I reach back in Mumbai).

I had worn a white lacy top, with a black lacy bra, which was highlighted and clearly visible when I looked at myself in the mirror. I wore black elastic stretch pants and underneath a white lacy bikini (it made me feel like a virgin)!

If you are wondering if my white bikini could be seen under my black pants, stop getting ideas. But I do admit that my big bum shape was clearly highlighted. I used to enjoy that guys used to stare at my backside.

With pink rouge on my cheeks and dark coloured lipstick (since I have fair skin), I was looking like a naughty angel. Even if I have to say it myself! When Amogh saw me, he whistled and said, “Kya lagti ho. Sex Bomb ho tum”. (Wow, what great looks. You are looking like a Sex Bomb).

When we reached the railway station, I saw many guys ogling at my boobs and butts. The happiest seemed to be my husband Amogh.

Then we got into the 2nd class AC compartment without a confirmed booking. There were a few seats vacant at Madgaon, which was the starting point in Goa.

The train would leave at 7 pm. I thought to myself, maybe some people would enter at other stations or maybe some passengers had forgotten about their reservations! Anyway, I was quite tense, but Amogh was relaxed and told me that he would speak to the TTE when he comes.

Then the train started. After an hour the TTE came to our compartment. On examining our tickets he said these are not confirmed and the train is full.

There were tears in my eyes. I could have killed my husband there itself. My husband got up and went with the TTE and sat in a corner. I could see them talking animatedly. I was silently praying.

After quite some time my husband came back and told me that the TTE will make some arrangements. It was now almost 10 pm and the train compartment had filled up.

Then the TTE came and told us that a railway official traveling by 1st class AC had kindly consented to share his Coupe with me. But my husband would have to travel sitting in one seat in the 2nd AC.

I was a bit relieved but worried too. I then went with the TTE to the 1st class AC coach. He pointed to the lower berth and left. I looked up and saw this handsome, well-muscled guy, about 45 years old looking at me. He looked like Salman Khan.

The compartment had only a night lamp that was on. For the first time in my life, my heart skipped a beat, seeing another man so close to me. Maybe, it was because I was grateful to this Guy for solving our seat problem.

It was now almost 11 pm. I lay down on my seat and closed my eyes. After some time I felt a hand ruffling my hair. It was the guy from the upper berth.

You must be aware that the AC coupe has only 2 berths and is usually booked by couples going on their honeymoon. I pushed his hand away.

A few minutes later, his hand was back and touching my ears. I caught his hand and gently, playfully bit it. Maybe, I was horny (no sex for a week in Goa, remember).

Or maybe I wanted to punish my hubby for the train fiasco, or maybe I was grateful for that Railway official’s helpfulness in sharing the coupe with me. I had never felt like this before – naughty and in a flirting mood.

I wanted to see what he would do next. What he did next, I had least expected. He came down to my berth and pushed me inside towards the train wall, and lay down beside me. Those of you who have traveled by train coupe would know that these seats are wide and 2 people can easily fit in one berth.

I was taken aback but did nothing. He lay beside me with his flat stomach touching my back and I facing the train wall. He then began kissing and nibbling my ears and neck. I was feeling ticklish. I had my arms crossed under my boobs.

He tried to turn me towards him, but I steadfastly refused to turn. He then managed to lift up my loose top from the back. I was holding the front with my arms.

I tried to resist him, but I was worried that he may tear my top, so I allowed him to lift it at the back. This gave him a view of my lacy bra from the back. He reached for my bra hooks and in one swift moment, he had unhooked my bra.

Though the bra cup and blouse were covering my boobs in front, my boobs had become free from their cage. He then managed to slip one hand under the blouse and into my bra and began to gently massage my boobs.

Soon, he progressed to holding my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. This was an unbearable sensation for me. My nipples are very sensitive and swell up when pulled and sucked.

All this play was having its effect on my pussy. I could feel my cunt juices begin to flow. In spite of holding both my thighs tightly together, I could feel that I was getting wet. My horniness was increasing and my resistance was decreasing.

I was wondering what he would think if he saw the wet patch on my stretch pants. Since my panties were of lacy material, I could feel the wetness oozing through and surely making a stain on my pants.

He managed to turn me around and remove my top. My bra came off next. He whistled when he saw my big boobs, with big cherries (nipples) on them. Have you seen an ice cream cup with a big cherry? My boobs looked like that.

This stranger (we had not spoken a word), then tried to kiss my lips and mouth. I did not allow him. That was reserved only for my hubby. Thinking about Amogh, I wondered what he was doing. He would have been delighted and smiling to see me in this condition.

The stranger then took my swollen nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it like a baby trying to get the milk out. A few drops of milk did come out. He hungrily licked his lips.

With his hands, he was massaging my boobs and playing with the other nipple. I could feel the wetness in my pussy rising. He then took one of my hands and placed it on the front of his pants. Being in heat myself, I caught what I thought was his wrist.

Imagine my shock, when I came to know that it was his cock. OMG, it was like a rod, at least 8” in length (I came to know the size later when I saw it).

It was massive and pulsating in my palms. It seemed that his cock was alive. I had only seen such huge cocks in porn. I never thought that an Indian man would have such a massive monster.

Remember, Amogh’s cock was just 5.5”. I was worried. What if tried to fuck me? How will I ever take such a massive cock in my wet, hungry pussy?

He then indicated that he wanted to remove my stretch pants. He touched the wet portion of my pants, over the crotch, and licked his fingers. It was so embarrassing!

Without making a fuss, I lifted up my bum to help him pull it down. With one swift motion, he pulled down both my pants and bikini.

For the first time in my life, someone other than my hubby was going to see my pussy. I tried to cover my shaved triangle with my hands. He sat between my thighs, pulled away my hands, and opened my legs.

He whistled. (I now knew that his whistle meant that he liked what he saw). I knew he liked my pink pussy lips. I was feeling ashamed that my pussy was leaking so much.

He then parted my cunt lips, knelt between my thighs, and began kissing my pussy. He put his tongue in and touched my clitoris. I must say that he was an expert with his tongue.

He sucked my clitoris, which was also swollen now, and used his tongue to touch every part of my pussy. I was writhing with ecstasy.

I caught his head and pushed it even deeper into my pleasure valley. I could not hold on any longer. I was moaning loudly. Then I orgasmed with a loud scream, “Maaaaaaaa”. He stopped and withdrew his tongue. He gave me two minutes to relax.

The stranger then got up from between my thighs and knelt over my face. My shock doubled, seeing his giant anaconda from close range. It now looked even bigger.

There were thick red veins on the side of his cock. His cock head was pink and the foreskin was pulled back. His balls also looked big like cricket balls. I wondered how much semen was in them!!

When his cock touched my face, it reached from the bottom of my chin to the tip of my head. I began perspiring. I had never seen such a big cock in real, and here was one right in front of my face.

I opened my mouth a little and took the tip of his cock in. I used to give Amogh blow-jobs so this was not new to me. But Amogh’s cock was a tiny lollipop. This was like a bhutta (maize).

I somehow managed to lick and suck the stranger’s cock. Suddenly, he pinched my nose, so I had to open my mouth wide to breathe. He pushed in his cock which touched my throat.

I was choking and in tears. I pushed him as hard as I could. He removed his cock and smiled at me. There was saliva all over his cock and also dribbling from the side of my mouth. He kissed me on the lips and got up.

I could see his sword pointing at me and his one-eyed serpent looking at me angrily. I was too much in heat and wanted that cock in my cunt.

Then I remembered about the condom. For the first time I spoke: “Condom ke bina under nahi daalne dungi”. (Without the condom, I will not let you penetrate me).

He said: “Bandobust kar dunga”. (I will make arrangements). He then rang the call bell. I was wondering if Indian Railways provides condoms too!!

I did not have to wait long. The door opened and the same TTE entered with 2 packets. He smiled when he saw me naked. I tried to cover my boobs with one arm and my pussy with the other but was not doing a very good job of it.

He gave the condoms to the stranger and left. The stranger opened the condom packet and took out a large-sized condom (so they do make large condoms in India)! He then rolled it over his cock. I lay down flat again on the berth.

He lay over me and began to fondle my boobs and suck my nipples again. This went on for almost 10 minutes. My pussy was aching to have his cock in it.

It was touching my swollen pussy and clitoris, which were ready again. I tried to open my legs, but he did not make any attempt to penetrate my itching pussy.

I knew that he was torturing me. I could not control my passion any longer. I shamelessly took hold of his cock and put it at the entrance of my cunt. The tip went in easily, as my pussy was soaking wet.

He then lifted both my legs and kept them on his back, so that my pussy lips were opened wide and inviting him in. He roughly shoved a quarter of his cock in. I screamed in pain. My pussy was tight and had never taken such a big cock.

Amogh’s cock was only 5.5”. He waited for a few moments and then resumed fucking me with only half his cock in. The feeling was heavenly. I was seeing stars. Now I knew why other women said they love big, fat cocks nestled in their pussies.

He took a big handkerchief and tied my eyes like a blindfold. I allowed him to do it. I had stopped thinking. It was only later after our session that, I understood why he had done this. Can any of you guess? I will tell you later.

Suddenly with one thrust, he inserted his full cock into my cunt. I screamed even more loudly. I was sure he had torn my cunt. He covered my mouth to muffle my screams.

I could feel his cock touch my womb. I thought his cock will come out of my throat!! It was terribly painful. I remembered Amogh’s cock on our wedding night, entering my tight pussy, when I was a virgin. But I don’t remember screaming.

The stranger let his cock remain motionless for some time till my pussy expanded fully and then resumed his to-and-fro motion. The pain was less. I was enjoying his thrusts.

The rocking of the train’s movement and some streaks of light entering through the window as we passed some stations, heightened my passion and my body began to rock and synchronize with the motion of his cock in my cunt.

I had my eyes closed. I then felt a cock on my lips. I pulled away the eye-blind and saw that it was the tall TTE who was nude and had his cock waiting to be sucked. I stopped caring. I opened my mouth and began to suck on his cock as the stranger’s big fat cock was banging mercilessly in my throbbing pussy.

The crescendo was building. I was sinking my nails into his neck. At one point he pushed my legs so far back that they were touching my head and my cunt was clutching at his cock and trying to squeeze out his cum.

I was moaning passionately and writhing with pleasure. I had reached the height of my passion. I was going to orgasm any moment now. At the same time, I could feel his cock pulsating and ready to explode. And then explode it did. I could feel his cum jet deep into my womb. But wasn’t he wearing a condom?

I touched my pussy and felt his thick cum flowing all over my thighs. I looked at my fingers. They had his cum all over them. I said, “Tumhne condom nahi pehna?” (You did not wear a condom)?

He said, “Pehna toh tha pehle. Par ussme maaza nahi aa raha tha, issliye nikal diya”, and he smiled. There was nothing I could do now. I had a rollicking, pleasurable fuck myself.

Hardly had the stranger removed his cock, the TTE was ready with his 7” cock near my pussy. He said, “Madam ab condom pehenne se kya matlab”. (Madam, what is the use of wearing a condom now).

And without waiting he too penetrated his cock and started banging vigorously. To tell you all the truth, after having such a monster (stranger’s ) cock in my pussy, I did not feel this 7” cock and he too spewed his cum into my already filled pussy.

I was in a daze. For the first time in my life, a stranger had fucked me, and not one but two strangers. Not only I had experienced the thrill of a new massive cock in my pussy, but had also experienced a gangbang. I was exhausted and flushed. My whole body was on fire.

It was now almost 5 am and time to reach our destination. I got up and went to the Loo which had a shower (Coupes have this facility).

After washing my pussy as thoroughly as I could, I got dressed up, applied some make-up, and came out. The stranger and the TTE had left. I was still in a daze after my experience.

Should I tell my husband Amogh? Will he come to know? What would he say? Will he still love me? Would he call me a slut? But then he was responsible for all this mess due to not getting the train seats confirmed in advance.

It was now time to get down. The train had reached its destination. I met my hubby. There was a smile on his face. I could not look into his eyes.

I knew I could not betray him. I told him what happened. He had a broad grin on his face as if his life’s ambition was fulfilled. He then showed me a video on his mobile.

I was shocked. It was me, lying down on the train berth. My legs were opened wide. My pink cunt was clearly visible in the video. The stranger’s 8” cock buried deep in my pussy and fucking me relentlessly. The stranger’s face was not visible.

There was another video. I was shamelessly sucking the TTE’s cock, holding it with my hands and licking the tip. I even saw that I had swallowed his full cock and it had disappeared into my throat.

My dear hubby, Amogh kissed me there itself on the platform. Many of the passengers were looking and must have been wondering what the kiss was for.

Now, I understood that my hubby had planned all this with the TTE and the stranger. It was also the reason that they had blindfolded me so that they can make the videos and send them to my hubby.

Thank you, Indian Railways for fulfilling my husband's fantasy.

Would you like to know what happened later? Did I have sex with more strangers? Did my husband watch it? Did he participate the next time?

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ये कहानी एक हसबैंड की फैंटेसी जिसमे वो अपनी ही पत्नी को दूसरे मर्दों से संभोग करते हुए देखना चाहता है को पूरा करने की है।

अमोघ के बहुत ही कामुक विचारों वाला व्यक्ति है और उसको अपने और अपनी पत्नी को अंतरंग क्षणों में किसी और के देखने से उत्साहित हो जा है, उसकी इस इक्षा में ट्रेन बहुत बड़ा काम करता है और अपनी पत्नी से वो कई बार वो ट्रेन, स्टेशन और yard में भी संभोग करता है।

उसकी पत्नी को पहले तो ये अजीब लगता है पर धीरे धीरे उसको भी इन सब में मजा आने लगता है।

आपने इन बातों को बखूबी दर्शाया है, और आप इसमें कामयाब भी हुए हैं। स्टोरी अपने मंतव्य को अच्छी तरह से पूरा करती है।

Rating:8.5/10

 

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Sorry I forgot to review this story earlier

ये कहानी एक हसबैंड की फैंटेसी जिसमे वो अपनी ही पत्नी को दूसरे मर्दों से संभोग करते हुए देखना चाहता है को पूरा करने की है।

अमोघ के बहुत ही कामुक विचारों वाला व्यक्ति है और उसको अपने और अपनी पत्नी को अंतरंग क्षणों में किसी और के देखने से उत्साहित हो जा है, उसकी इस इक्षा में ट्रेन बहुत बड़ा काम करता है और अपनी पत्नी से वो कई बार वो ट्रेन, स्टेशन और yard में भी संभोग करता है।

उसकी पत्नी को पहले तो ये अजीब लगता है पर धीरे धीरे उसको भी इन सब में मजा आने लगता है।

आपने इन बातों को बखूबी दर्शाया है, और आप इसमें कामयाब भी हुए हैं। स्टोरी अपने मंतव्य को अच्छी तरह से पूरा करती है।

Rating:8.5/10

Riky007 ....Thank you for your great Review. Bahut accha laga. Aapne English story ka translation sankshep me, Hindi me karke meri maan bhadayi hai. Ab jisko English ka problem hai, woh bhi story ka maaza le sakte hain. Thanks Buddy.