Mumbai ki Barsaat

My name is Priti, I live in Andheri, Mumbai, behind
the Ashok Studio My husband, Mr. Pawar is a camera
man and has very odd working timings. Often he is away
on outdoor shooting for several days in a row. . I
have good figure, with 38C Boobs, slim and tall and
fair complexion. We are married for about two years,
and our married life including sex life is good and
enjoyable. I never had sex outside our marriage,
though often my husbands friends would indulge in
vulgar jokes, and gaze my boobs with hungary eyes. I
never felt attracted for extra marital sex not because
I am religious or conservative but because I seemed to
have my urge and desire fully satisfied by my husband.
I am a qualified Montessori teacher and work in a
nearby school.

Our Mohalla is an old housing which has rows of
single story two bedroom houses built several years
ago when Andheri was a remote suburb and no one liked
to live here. Its location is also very good as it is
just a few yards away from the Bus stop and a small
shopping area.

This incidence of chudai outside my marriage that I am
going to narrate happened on a rainy Sunday. My
husband was away for four or five days for location
shooting and I had to go for the weekly grocery
shopping from the nearby market. I got up early as
usual, the weather was clear so I decided to go to the
market and complete my shopping. before clouds
gathered for another downpour it being the rainy
season. I put on a cotton sari, tight low neck,
sleeveless blouse. I did not wear Petticoat and wore
hipster sari. Weather was cloudy and quite normal for
this part of the year in Mumbai. Hurriedly I
completed my shopping and boarded the bus for return,
before the rains start. Living in Mumbai with rain is
normals, but I had shopping load of vegetables etc.
and wanted to reach home quickly. The clouds were
becoming dark and no sooner than I alighted from the
bus that it started heavy downpour with strong winds.
My house was hardly few minutes walk from here but it
was strong winds which was blowing my saree and I
had difficulty in holding two bags in my hand and
keeping in place my saree. …. I decided to wait
under the shelter of a nearby house for the rain to
slow down. Rain was so heavy that in just three or
four minutes it fully drenched me. Meri saree meray
blouse say chipak gai, meray jism ka sub kuch najar
aanay laga. Even under the shade, due to wind, rain
water was falling but at least I was able to hold my
saree the wind.

Rain was becoming heavier and clouds darker…. I was
becoming restless, unable to decide what to do when
the door behind me opened and I heard some one calling
“Tum Mrs. Pawar ho ?” With surprise I looked at the
gentleman, masculine face, and robust body. He
continued, “ Surprise mat ho, I am living here for the
last over 20 years and know almost every one in the
mohalla. Tum under aajao, is parkar kab tak bhego gi.
Baarish ruk jayaee to chali jana, ghar Pawar ko phone
kar do ut idhar ho”.

Main bahut bheg gai thi aur phir he addressed me with
my husbands name and was in this Mohalla for long, I
had little hesitation and walked inside. Oh what a
relief. I was trying to compose myself and loosening
saree from my body which had made me almost nude.

He was wearing banyan and pajama, was clean shaved
about 45 years very well built and handsome.

Aap ko kasht day rahee hoon, jaisay he barish thora
rukti hai main chali jaoongi. I am sorry Aap ka
kamra bhi geela ho raha hai.

Oh never mind aap kay karan geela honay main koi apat
naheen hai. O haan mera naam Kishore hai.

Mera naam Priti hai.

Priti, tum aaram say bath jao, main tumharay liya cha
lekar aata hoon, he said and walked towards to
kitchen….halfway he turned back and said, I am sorry,
meray ghar main koi aurat naheen hai, but you should
not be in these wet clothes, so I will give you my
dressing gown tum wo pahan kar apna kapra sukha loo,
phir rain ruktay chali jaana. Thankyou, abhi rain ruk
jayagi to main chali jaongi, meray kapray ok hain. No
no Mrs. Pawar, (I interrupted to say, please call me
Priti, that is my name) yes Priti, you should not be
in wet clothes, you will catch cold. He did not sound
having any bad intention, and I too did not feel
uncomfortable. He then directed me to the bath room,
abhi bhi meray kaproon say pani gir raha tha. Kishore
ji gave me his gown and a big towel. Yahaan koi
naheen aayaga, tum apna badan towel say sukha kay,
mera gown pahan lo, phir abhi tumhara kapra electric
iron say dry kar dengay phir rain tuktay chali jaana.
As he turned to go towards the kitchen, outline of
his long dangling lund in his pajama was visible….

I was getting strange feeling getting naked in a
strangers house and the rains falling…it was very
exotic scenario... uncontrollably I was getting horny
and my choot was itching. I took off my Saree, Blouse
Bra and Panty. I dried my body with fresh towel.
Towel meray jism par chalti to aisa lagta Kishore ji
ka haath sparsh kar raha hai.. Strange feeling kay
sath sath meri choot geeli geeli ho rahi thi aur ajeeb
sensation ho raha tha. Mainay ajnabi mard kay gown
apnay nangay badan par pahna aur band bandha. Main
abhi bhi apnay ko nangi mahsoos kar rahee the aur
mujhay bahar jaatay sharam a rahi the. Itnay main
bahar say awaj aai Priti, cha tayyar hai….. “Jee
main bhi tayyar hoon…”

Bathroom say kamray main aai, to apnay ko mirror main
dekh kar aisa laga jaisay koi mast apsara apnay premi
kay paas ja rahee ho. Kishore ji ki bed par clean
prink fresh chadar pari the…. Man main aya, yahan let
jaoon aur aankhay band karoon to Kishore ji ka lund
meri choot main ho…… Apnay man say yeh dhyan nikalnay
ki koshish main main dheray dheray , gown sambhaltay
dosray kamray main aai to cha aur kuch biscuit maiz
par rakha thay Main unkay samnay kursi par baith gai
aur cha ka thankyou kahkar cha peenay lagi.

Meray mun main kiya ho raha tha mujhay naheen maloom,
ek taraf to aisa sexy mausam, phir, ajnabi mard kay
ghar. Main in sooch main thi ki, main yeh bhi bhool
gai ki meray samnay Kishore ji baithay hain…aur mujhay
bhi kuch bolna chahyay. Aap bhi kiya film industry
main hain ? Naheen , Kishore ji said, main ek
department store Churchgate area area main kaam karta
hoon.

Aaap nay shadi naheen ki ?

Koi tum jaisi sunder mili hi naheen !!

Hum log batain kartay aur cha petay jaa rahy thay….
Barish abhi bhi ho rahee thee.. kabhi kabhi bijlee aur
thunder bhi bahut karak ho rahee the. Mausam aur
Kishore ji ki baton say main bhool gai ki mera gown
samnay say sideways chala gaya hai aur meri pink juicy
choot puri tarah say saaf saaf najar aa rahee hai.
Kishore was keenly watching this, a grand treat for
any man, controlling his erection. Noticing his
constant gaze, and changing posture I looked down to
see my condition… hai Raam, meray munh say achanak
nikla, yeh kaisay hua, saying this blushing and
nervously I lifted the sides to cover myself. In this
process, the boobs were fully exposed……. This was
perhaps too irresistible for any man…

Seeing my embarrassment, Kishoreji uthay aur meray
paas aakar mera gown side say pakar kar mera pura jism
cover kiya aur bandh ko bandhnay lagay….. Itnay
kareeb, meri aankhay band ho gai aur jab unka haath
meri boobs kay upar say touch hua to I could not
resist moaning…….

Kishore; “Agar Bhagwan mujhay bhi aisi sunder larki
deta jaisi Pawar ko mili to meray ghar main bhi is
waqt mausam ki rangeenay ka pura lutf aata……..…..

Me: “Oh ho aap ko baat karna bahut aata hai, main to
koi aisi khoobsurat naheen hoon”

Kishore: “Priti, mainay jitna kuch abhi tak dekha
hai, tum kisi apsara say kam naheen….

I was red faced when he mentioned what he had seen……

Me: Magar Kishore ji aap bhi to itnay achay ho aap ko
to koi bhi larki NO naheen kah sakti.

Kishore: Really, tum bhi naheen NO kahogai ????? He
had naughty smile and was gazing at my boobs sightly
visible from the sides.

Mera dil jore jore say dharak raha tha aur meri choot
main cheenti chal rahee thi.. mainay kaha, “Such……
phir meri taraf say YES hai…. Ye kah kar main Kishore
say lapat gai, unka khara hota lund meri choot kay
kareeb hota ja raha tha.

Our eyes staring each other and exchanging all
whatever was in our hearts….. he took another step,
came closer and holding my gown, slipped it from the
shoulder, exposing me fully naked in front of him.
Mujhay bhi andar say bahut chudanay ki itcha ho rahee
thi.. mainay bhi unkay kamar main haath bandh kar
unkay payama ka nara kholnay lagi…

Chalo Priti, aaj ki barsaat ka din ham yaadgar din
banadein……. His lund was visibly hard in his pajama
and no sooner that we were in the bedroom, he slipped
out of his pajama bringing to my full view his huge
thick lund…. Oh Kishore ji kitna acha mausam hai
aur kitna acha mauka. Yessssss meri jaan, Priti, let
us make use of every minute…… ab Kishore ka lund puri
tarah tan tanna kar tayyar tha, main bhi baychain ho
rahee the… bistar par let-tay hi Kishore nay meri
choot kay munh par apna lund rakha aur uski tip say
halkay halkay clit ko choonay laga…………. Hai raam
kaisa maja aa raha tha, mmmmmmmmm Kishore
aaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhh please mujhay jaldi jaldi
chodo, lund dheray dheray thora under gaya phir
Kishore nay kas kas kay Dhaka lagana shuro kiya, kiya
maja dey rah tha, main to swarg main theeeeeeee……
Kishore kishore pura ek ek inch under kar day aur
khoob kas kas kay chod…. Aha ahhhhhhhhh haieeeeeeeeee
main mar gai……… oh hhhhhhhh mmmmmmm mainay apni
tangoon say unki kamar kas kay daba rakhi ….. aisa
majay ki chudai kabhi naheen ke , oh ho Kishore ji

Bahar barish abhi tak tez ho rahi thi idhar meri choot
ki dhulai ho rahi thi…….aisa maja mujhay Pawar say
naheen mila tha…. Gunah ka lund bahut majay ka hota
hai….. main teen bar discharge ho chuki the magar wo
gadhay ka lund aisa chod raha that jaisay abhi abhi
shuroo kiya hoo………….. Usnay mujhay kas kay jakra hua
tha aur bassssssssss haaaaaaaa haaaaaa Priti mai aa
rah hooon a raha hooooooon …Hoja Kishore main bhi aa
gai phir say……… meri choot Kishore kay paani say bhar
gai aur kai minute tuk sukadtay lund ko choot kay
under kiya huay paray rayah…… Main Kishore to khoob
piyar karti rahee, phir main baith gai aur uska laura
haath main lekar sahlanay lagi… jaisay ghoray mi
maalish kartay hain.. wo phir halkay halkay tayyar ho
raha tha, mainay usko pakad kar choosnay lagi, itna
bara tha ki aadha bhi main naheen lay pa rahee the.
Mainay jeebh say uski safai kari aur phir usnay mujhay
ghori bana kar pahlay to gaand main khoob finger ki
phir meri choot main dubara lund ghusa diya… Hi Raam,
oh main mari main mari, Kishore tera to so bahut jalam
lund hai …. Magar aaj mujhay maar daal, itna chod ki
meri choot Pawar kay kam ki na hoo,,,,,, chod chod,
mmmmmmmmm mmmm mmmmmmm ah aha aha hhhhhhh ………
Kishore ka lund phir say meri choot main jore jore
under bahar ho raha tha… Priti kiya such bole kaisa
lag raha hai mera lund ? mmmmm bahut acha……….ah
hhhhhh …..hai …….Acha Priti agar aisa acha lund tujhay
aur milay to chudwai gee……. Mmmmmm haaannn in
wakt to jo bho lund hoga jaroor chudwaooongi, tumnay
mujhay pagal kar diya hai…. Acha Priti to main
apnay dost to bulata hooonnnnn…. Bula Kishore,
jisko bhi chaho bula lo, aur aaj meri choot jitna ji
karay khoob chodo, main to aisay lund aur aisay
mausam say pagal ho gai hoon…. Mat stop karoooooooo
ohhhoooooooo hai …………

Humnay kitni baar choda, ek say jada barh kar maja
deta raha.

Barish ruk chuki thi, magar hamara mun abhi naheen
bhara tha………. Chaltay chaltay Kishore nay mujhay
telephone number diay aur main nay phir chudwanay ka
wada karkay apnay ghar wapas aaiyee…… dosray kapray
pahan kar jo soi to raat ko 10 bajay aankh khuli who
bhi telephone ki awaz say……….Kishore ji ka phone tha..
Priti tum boli thi Pawar Pune gaya hai….tum kiya kar
raheen thi ?

Yes Kishore ji, Pawar do din baad ayaiga, aur main
abhi tak so rahee thi aur swapna main maloom kiya dekh
raheen thi ?

Acha main teray liya khana lekar aa raha hoon… Phir
tera sapna bhi sacha kar daingay…... raat bhar
chondongay, keon theek hai na ?