Isha ne apne pati Lucky ko apna gulam bana liya hai. Padhiye kaise ek honeymoon nark ban gaya is Indian Femdom dastan mein.Tinku aur Isha ne milkar Lucky ko janwar bana diya. Honeymoon par zillat ki nayi kahani, true Indian Femdom style mein.

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Subah ke thik 7 baje alarm ne apni karkash awaaz se kamre ke sannate ko toda. Isha ne angdai li, uska badan reshami chadar ke neeche ek malkin ki tarah thirka. Par uska pehla kaam aankhein kholna nahi, balki apne nange pair ko bed ke niche latkana tha. Usne apne dahine pair ko thoda zor se hilaya, jaise kisi soye huye janwar ko jaga rahi ho.

Zameen par, thandi tiles ke upar, Lucky adhmari halat mein pada tha. Kal poori raat usne bina ruke Isha ke pairon ki malish ki thi, uski ungliyon ko dabaya tha, aur jab Isha so gayi, tab bhi woh wahi farsh par pada raha—kyunki use bed par chadhne ki ijazat nahi thi.

Isha bed ke kinaare baith gayi, apne dono haseen par thode gande pair Lucky ke chehre ke paas latka diye. Usne apni gehri, robili awaaz mein kaha:

“Kutte… uth ja. Subah ho gayi. Abhi bhi so raha hai kya? Ya raat bhar meri gand ki khushboo mein khoya hua tha?”

Lucky ki aankhein jhatke se khuli. Woh thaka hua tha, chehra sooja hua aur aankhein laal. Usne upar dekha, jahan Isha ek malkin ki tarah viraajman thi, uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa garv tha. Lucky ne tut-ti awaaz mein kaha, “Good morning…”

Chattak!

Isha ne bina der kiye ek karara thappad Lucky ke gaal par raseed kar diya. Thappad utna bhari nahi tha, par kamre ki khamoshi mein uski goonj ne Lucky ki rooh tak ko hila diya.

“Good morning nahi… Good morning Malkin bolna hai har baar. Samjha kamine? Ab zameen par hi reh, pair utha aur zabaan nikaal.”

Lucky ne apna sar jhuka liya. Usne dabe paon dono haath aage badhaye aur Isha ke narm, gore pairon ko thama. Usne apni zabaan bahar nikali aur Isha ke talvon ko niche se upar tak chaatna shuru kiya. Isha ne ek thandi saans bhari, apna phone uthaya aur aram se reels dekhne lagi.

“Dekh kitna acha subah-subah mera pair chaat raha hai… bilkul jaise koi trained puppy. Sach mein Lucky, tu bahut achha pet ban gaya hai. Tera asli talent yahi tha—auraton ke pair chaatna. Tu isi liye paida hua hai ki meri jaisi malkin ke talve saaf kare.”

Isha beech-beech mein apne pairon se Lucky ke muh ko ragad rahi thi, jaise woh koi insaan nahi balki pair saaf karne wala maidaan ho. Lucky ka chehra sharam se laal tha, par woh ruk nahi sakta tha. Har baar jab uski zabaan Isha ki kadi khaal ya uske paseene ki halki smell ko chhu rahi thi, use apni mardangi ka janaza nikalte huye dikh raha tha.

Achanak, Isha ne apne pair peeche khinch liye aur bed par thoda peeche hokar let gayi. Usne Lucky ki taraf dekha, jo abhi bhi ghutno ke bal baitha tha, jaise kisi agle hukum ka intezar kar raha ho.

“Ab sun… mujhe yahaan bilkul maza nahi aa raha. Ghar mein gharwalon ke saamne drama, unke samne fake smile… bore ho gayi hu. Honeymoon pe chalte hain.”

Lucky ke chehre par ek pal ke liye chamak aayi. Usne socha shayad bahar jaane se cheezein thodi normal hongi. Shayad log honge to Isha use thoda chain degi. Usne umeed bhari nazron se dekha, par Isha ke hothon par ek shaitani muskurahat thi.

“Teen ticket book karenge. Tinku bhi chalega.”

Lucky ka dil ek pal ke liye dhadakna bhool gaya. Tinku?

“Teri aukaat nahi hai ki tu akela mujhe honeymoon pe le ja sake. Samjha namard? Tu driver banega, hum dono ke liye bag uthayega, hotel mein tip dega… aur raat ko darwaze ke bahar baith ke humari awaazein sunega.”

Lucky ka muh khula ka khula reh gaya. Honeymoon... jahan ek pati aur patni akele hote hain, wahan Isha use ek naukar, ek kuli, aur ek darbaan banane ki baat kar rahi thi. Woh bhi Tinku ke samne.

“Malkin... Tinku?” usne hichkichate huye poocha.

Isha ne apne pair se uske thodi (chin) ko upar uthaya aur zor se dabaya. “Haan, Tinku. Woh asli mard hai. Tu to bas ek zariya hai hamari mauj-masti ka. Tu hamara luggage carry karega, tu hamare joote saaf karega, aur jab hum room ke andar maze kar rahe honge, tab tu bahar zameen par baith kar apni malkin ki khushi ka jashn manayega. Bol, samjha?”

Lucky ki aankhon mein aansu dabdaba gaye, par Isha ke rob ke aage uski zubaan tharrane lagi. Usne apna sar jhukaya aur wahi shabd dohraaye jo ab uski niyati ban chuke the.

“Ji Malkin… jaisa aap kahein.”

Isha ne hasti huyi apni reels dobara chalayi aur Lucky ko ek baar phir apne pairon ki taraf ishara kiya, jaise kah rahi ho ki 'abhi kaam khatam nahi hua hai.'

Vietnam ki garmi aur Ho Chi Minh City ka shor Lucky ke dimaag mein hathode ki tarah baj raha tha. 5 din beet chuke the us zillat bhari planning ko, aur ab woh haqiqat ban chuki thi. Airport se nikalte hi Isha ne Lucky ke haath mein taxi ki chabi thama di.

"Chal kutte, driving seat par baith. Driver ki wardi toh nahi hai tere paas, par teri shakal hi naukar jaisi hai," Isha ne haste huye kaha.

Ho Chi Minh City ka traffic mashoor hai, aur wahi hua. Sadak par gaadiyon ka sailaab tha. Lucky steering wheel thaame pasine mein naha raha tha, jabki uske thik peeche wali seat par Isha aur Tinku chipak kar baithe the. Isha ne jaan-boojhkar Tinku ke kandhe par apna sar rakha aur selfie lene lagi.

"Tinku baby, dekho na humara driver kitna slow chala raha hai," Isha ne nakhre se kaha aur Lucky ki taraf mirror mein dekha. "Ae Lucky! Thoda tez chala, ya phir tera dhyan peeche humari baaton mein hai? Apni biwi ko kisi aur mard ke saath dekh ke jalan ho rahi hai kya?"

Tinku ne zor se thahaka maara aur Isha ki kamar mein haath daal kar use apni taraf khincha. "Isha, bechare ko kyun tang kar rahi ho? Yeh toh bas ek cuckold hai, iski kismat mein hi likha hai ki yeh rasta dekhe aur hum manzil ka mazaa lein." Our website www.indianfemdomstories.com is dedicated to the art of Indian Femdom through vivid storytelling."

Resort pahunchte hi zillat ka agla adhyay shuru hua. Luxury resort ka reception area kaafi bada aur bhid-bhad wala tha. Tinku ne bade rob se counter par ja kar baat ki. Usne saaf lafzon mein Isha ko apni patni bataya.

"One premium suite for me and my wife," Tinku ne reception waali ladki se kaha, aur phir Lucky ki taraf ishara kiya jo saara saamaan uthaye khada tha. "And one small, standard room for our... helper."

Receptionist ne muskurate huye dono ko suite ki chabi di aur Lucky ke haath mein ek door-daraj ke kone wale room ka card thama diya. Lucky ka sar sharm se jhuk gaya jab usne dekha ki wahan maujood log use ek kuli ki tarah dekh rahe hain.

Suite ke darwaze par pahunchte hi Isha ne Lucky ko roka. "Bas, saamaan andar rakh aur nikal yahan se. Tu apne kamre mein jaa aur wahan settle ho ja. Hum dono ko thoda rest karna hai... personal rest, samjha? Jab main call karungi tabhi apni gandi shakal dikhana. Samjha cuck?"

Lucky ne bina kuch kahe saamaan rakha aur apne chhote se kamre mein chala gaya. Jaise hi usne darwaza band kiya, uski himmat toot gayi. Woh wahi farsh par baith gaya aur uski aankhon se aansu nikal aaye. Woh soch raha tha ki kaise uski zindagi ek pal mein palat gayi, kaise uski apni biwi use ek janwar se bhi badtar samajhne lagi thi.

Do ghante baad, jab Lucky thoda shaant hua hi tha, uske phone ki screen chamki. Isha ka message tha: "Aa ja kutte… room number 407"

Lucky ka shareer thar-thar kaanpne laga. Use pata tha ki andar kya hone wala hai, par uske paas mana karne ki takat nahi thi. Woh dheere-dheere chalte huye suite 407 ke bahar pahuncha. Darwaza thoda khula tha, jaise uska intezar hi ho raha ho.

Jaise hi usne darwaza dhakela, uske hosh ud gaye. Isha bed ke paas khadi thi, sirf ek surkh laal (red) bra aur matching string panty mein. Uska badan chamak raha tha aur uski nazron mein ek malkin wala guroor tha. Tinku bed par araam se baitha tha, sirf ek boxer pehne huye.

Tinku ne Lucky ko dekhte hi zor se chillakar kaha, "Aa gaya cucky? Rest kiya na? Ya phir apni kismat par ro raha tha?"

Tinku itni zor se bola ki corridor mein jo room-service wala ladka ja raha tha, woh thithak gaya. Usne palat kar Lucky ki taraf dekha, uski laal aankhein aur kaanpti huyi halat dekh kar woh samajh gaya ki yahan kuch bahut hi ganda aur sharamnaak khel chal raha hai. Lucky ne jaldi se nazrein jhuka lin, uska chehra tamtama utha tha.

Isha ne ek adaa ke saath Tinku ki god mein baithne ka faisla kiya. Tinku ne turant apne haath Isha ke narm boobs par jama diye aur bra ke upar se hi uske sakht hote nipples se khelne laga.

"Aahhh… Tinku… aur zor se… maza aa raha hai," Isha ne Lucky ki taraf dekhte huye moan kiya. Uske chehre par Lucky ko tadpane ki khushi saaf dikh rahi rahi thi.

"Couch pe baith ja kutte… aur dekh kaise ek asli mard teri biwi ko satisfy karta hai. Teri toh mardangi hi nahi hai, tu toh bas tamasha dekhne ke liye bana hai," Isha ne hukum diya.

Lucky beshahara hokar couch par baith gaya. Uski aankhein Isha ke badan par thi, par dimaag sunn ho chuka tha. Tinku ne tabhi ek jhatke mein Isha ki bra ke hooks khole aur use utaar diya. Isha ke nange jism ki chamak dekh kar Lucky ki saansein atak gayi.

Tinku ne woh paseene se bheegi hui red bra hawa mein uchhaali aur woh seedha Lucky ke chehre par giri.

"Le… apni malkin ki bra soongh… ismein uski mehnat aur mere saath bitaye lamhon ka paseena hai. Maza le kutte, yahi teri aukaat hai!" Tinku ne haste huye kaha.

Lucky ne kaanpte hathoon se bra ko uthaya aur apne naak ke paas le gaya. Usmein se Isha ke perfume aur uske jism ki garmi ki ek tez khushboo aa rahi thi. Uske andar ek ajeeb si kashmakash shuru ho gayi—ek taraf woh mardana gairat thi jo mar rahi thi, aur doosri taraf woh zillat bhari uttejna jo use aur neeche gira rahi thi. Usne aankhein band kar li aur us paseene se bheegi bra ko zor se soongha, jabki saamne bed par Tinku ab Isha ke nange badan ke saath khelna shuru kar chuka tha.

Resort ke us band kamre mein zillat ki nayi hadein paar ho rahi thi. AC ki thandak ke bawajood Lucky paseene se tar-batar tha, uske haath mein abhi bhi Isha ki woh paseene se bheegi hui laal bra thi,

jise woh kisi majboor gulam ki tarah soongh raha tha. Par asli tamasha toh ab shuru hone wala tha.

Tinku ne bed par baithe-baithe hi apna boxer neeche sarka diya. Uska lund, jo lagbhag 8.5 inch lamba aur kaafi mota tha, apni poori haibat ke saath bahar nikal aaya. Uska laal toplaa (head) abhi semi-hard tha, par dekhne mein hi kisi jaanwar jaisa lag raha tha. Lucky ki nazrein wahi gad gayi—itna bada aur bhayankar lund usne kabhi nahi dekha tha, aur yeh khayal hi use andar se maar raha tha ki yeh ab uski biwi ke saath kya karne wala hai.

Isha ne bina kisi hichkichahat ke us bhari-bharkam lund ko apne makhmali haathon mein thama. Woh use zor-zor se upar-neeche hilane lagi, jaise kisi keemti khazaane ko saaf kar rahi ho. Agle hi pal, usne apna muh khola aur Tinku ke us mote lund ko poora andar le liya.

"Gulp... Gulp..."

Isha ka poora muh bhar gaya tha. Tinku ka lund itna mota tha ki Isha ke gaal bahar ki taraf phool gaye the. Woh choke kar rahi thi, uski aankhon se pani nikalne laga tha, uski saansein atak rahi thi, par woh ruki nahi. Woh kisi bhookhi kutti ki tarah us asli mard ke lund ko chus rahi thi. Tinku ne uske baal pakad liye aur apne hothon se gandi gaaliyan nikalne laga.

"Chus... chus meri raand biwi... dekh tera fattu pati kaise dekh raha hai," Tinku ne deewangi mein kaha.

Lucky bilkul paas baitha tha—sirf 3 foot ka faasle. Use har ek cheez crystal clear dikh rahi thi. Isha ke hothon ke kone se Tinku ka thook (saliva) tapak kar uske makhmali badan par gir raha tha. Tinku ka pre-cum Isha ke hothon par kisi chamkili cream ki tarah laga hua tha. Lucky ka dil baith gaya; woh dekh raha tha ki uski biwi, jise woh chhuuney se pehle sau baar sochta tha, aaj kisi aur mard ke samne kitni gir gayi hai.

5 minute tak lagatar chusne ke baad, Isha ne apna muh bahar nikala. Uska chehra pura ganda ho chuka tha—kajal beh kar gaalon tak aa gaya tha, hoth geele the, aur chehre par ek ajeeb si hawas aur ghulami ki chamak thi.

Usne Lucky ki taraf dekha aur ungli se ishara kiya, "Idhar aa kutte... paas aa."

Lucky thar-thar kaanpte huye utha aur unke bilkul kareeb pahuncha. Isha ne uski aankhon mein dekha, jisme nafrat aur malkiyat dono thi.

"Kiss kar mujhe..." Isha ne hukum diya.

Lucky ne apni aankhen band ki aur darte-dharte apne hoth Isha ke hothon par rakh diye. Par yeh koi pyar bhara kiss nahi tha. Jaise hi unke hoth mile, Isha ne apni zabaan Lucky ke muh mein poori tarah ghusa di. Usne Tinku ka woh gadha pre-cum aur apna dher saara thook (saliva) ka ganda mixture Lucky ke muh mein transfer karna shuru kiya.

Isha ne thodi der tak apne muh mein hi us mixture ko ghuma kar ek 'snowball' banaya aur phir poora ka poora Lucky ke muh mein ulat diya.

"Nigal ja isko kamine... abhi isi waqt! Real mard ka taste try kar. Tujhe pata hona chahiye ki tere malik ke lund ka swad kaisa hota hai. Nigal!" Isha ne cheekh kar kaha.

Lucky ne majboori mein apna gala neeche kiya. Woh mixture kadwa, namkeen aur behad ganda tha. Jaise hi woh uske gale se neeche utra, Lucky ko ulti aane ko hui, par usne khud ko roka. Uski aankhon se dhar-dhar aansu nikalne lage.

Tinku zor se hasa, "Dekh Isha... yeh toh pehle hi rone laga. Abhi toh party shuru hui hai cucky! Abhi toh teri biwi ki asli khidmat baaki hai." "Read the latest Indian Femdom Tales exclusively on our website daily."

Tinku ne Isha ki kamar pakdi aur use bed par 'doggy style' mein jhuka diya. Isha ki gori aur bhari hui gaand (ass) ab Lucky ke chehre ke thik samne thi. Usne Lucky ki taraf peeth ki hui thi, par uska nazaara itna bhayanak aur uttejak tha ki Lucky ki saansein phoolne lagi.

Tinku ne Lucky ko bulaya, "Chal... ab teri asli duty shuru hoti hai. Teri biwi ki gaand ko achhe se geela kar. Apni zabaan se saaf kar taaki mera yeh mota lund aasani se iski tang gali mein andar ja sake. Go!"

Lucky ki rooh kaanp gayi. "Malkin... please... Malkin yeh bahut ganda hai... main nahi kar sakta..." usne rote huye girgiraya.

Isha gusse mein palti, uska chehra ab ek shaitaan jaisa lag raha tha. "Abe harami! Abhi bhi aukat dikha raha hai? Agar tune abhi ki abhi meri gaand nahi chaati, toh main tere us chhote se lund ka photo sabko bhej dungi—tere mummy-papa, tere dost, tere office ke group mein, sabko! Sabko bata dungi ki mera pati kitna bada namard hai. Chal zabaan nikaal warna abhi talaak degi main tujhe!"

Lucky ke paas koi raasta nahi bacha tha. Samajik sharam aur Isha ke khauf ne use tod diya tha. Usne rote-rote apni zabaan bahar nikali aur Isha ki gaand ke us gulabi ched par rakh di. Jaise hi uski zabaan wahan lagi, use ek teekhi aur ajeeb si gandi badboo aayi, par Isha ke khauf ne use rukkne nahi diya.

Woh zor-zor se chaatne laga. Bahar se andar tak, har ek hisse ko woh apni zabaan se geela kar raha tha. Isha maze mein karahne lagi.

"Aahh… achha kar raha hai kutte… thoda aur andar daal zabaan… haan wahi… poora geela kar de," Isha moan kar rahi thi.

Tinku ne dekha ki Lucky thoda dheere kar raha hai, toh usne jhatke se Lucky ke baal pakde aur uska poora chehra Isha ki gaand mein daba diya.

Poora andar daal apni zabaan! Chamka de isko bilkul! Tera kaam hai Lubrication banana, samjha?" Tinku ne dahadte huye kaha.

Aglo 10 minute tak Lucky sirf wahi ganda kaam karta raha. Uska poora muh Isha ki gaand ki gandagi aur paseene se geela ho gaya tha. Uski thodi (chin) aur gardan tak woh gandi smell aur thook lag chuki thi. Woh andar se mar chuka tha, par uski zabaan machine ki tarah chal rahi rahi thi.

Jab Tinku ko laga ki rasta poora geela aur taiyaar ho chuka hai, usne Lucky ko jhatke se peeche dhakela. Lucky farsh par gir gaya, uska chehra abhi bhi ganda tha.

Tinku ne apna mota lund Isha ki gaand ke ched par tikaaya aur bina kisi chetawani ke ek hi jhatke mein aadha andar dhakel diya.

"Aaaahhh…!!!" Isha zor se cheekh padi, uske haath bed ki chadar ko kas kar pakad liye. "Itna mota… Tinku… phaad doge mera… ahhh mar gayi!"

Tinku kisi beast (jaanwar) ki tarah ban gaya tha. Woh bina ruke zor-zor se dhakke marne laga. Har dhakke ke saath Isha ka badan aage-piche hil raha tha. Isha ki aankhen dard aur maze se phat rahi thi, aur woh beech-beech mein Lucky ki taraf dekh rahi thi—un aankhon mein sirf aur sirf beizzati thi.

"Le… dekh kutte… dekh apni biwi ki haalat… yeh hota hai asli mard ka jhatka. Tu toh bas meri gaand chaatne ke layak hai, par yeh mard mujhe andar se bhar raha hai… aahhh Tinku, aur zor se… is namard ko dikhao ki mardangi kya hoti hai!"

Lucky wahi niche baitha tha, apna ganda muh saaf karne ki himmat bhi nahi thi usme. Woh bas apni biwi ko kisi aur ke saath itni buri tarah thukte huye dekh raha tha, aur kamre mein sirf thapp-thapp ki awaaz aur Isha ki besharam karahne ki awaazein goonj rahi thi.

Vietnam ki us raat ne Lucky ki bachi-khuchi izzat ko poori tarah raakh kar diya tha. Kamre mein Tinku ki haanpti hui saansein aur Isha ki besharam karahne ki awaazein ab ek khamosh sannate mein badal gayi thi, par woh sannata kisi toofan se kam nahi tha.

Tinku ne ek aakhri, zordaar jhatka maara aur apna poora shareer Isha ke upar chhod diya. Usne Isha ki gaand ke andar hi apna poora garam maal (cum) jhad diya. Jab Tinku ne apna mota lund bahar nikala, toh nazaara dekh kar Lucky ki rooh kaanp gayi. Isha ki gaand ke ched se gaadha, safed aur chipchipa cum dhaar bankar tapakne laga tha, jo uske goro jhangon se hote huye bed ki chadar par gir raha tha.

Tinku ne bed se uthte huye apne boxer pehne aur Lucky ki taraf ek ghinoni muskurahat ke saath dekha.

"Chal fattu... ab tera asli kaam shuru hota hai. Dekh teri biwi ne kitna maal liya hai andar. Saaf kar apni biwi ki gaand... ek boond bhi bahar nahi rehni chahiye," Tinku ne bade rob se hukum diya.

Lucky wahi zameen par dher tha, uska chehra pehle se hi Isha ki gaand ki gandagi se bhara tha. Usne rote huye Isha ki taraf dekha, "Malkin... please... yeh mat karwaiye... main mar jaunga..."

Isha, jo abhi bhi bed par doggy style mein hi jhuki hui thi, thoda palat kar dekhi. Uske baal bikhre huye the aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa junoon tha. "Kutte! Zabaan lada raha hai? Tujhe bola tha na ki teri aukaat sirf mere talve aur meri gand saaf karne ki hai. Tinku ka maal mere andar gaya hai, yeh mere liye inaam hai, par tere liye yeh tera khana hai. Chal, zabaan nikaal aur poora saaf kar, warna yaad hai na? Ek click aur tere poore khandaan ko pata chal jayega ki tu kitna bada cuckold hai!"

Lucky ki himmat toot chuki thi. Woh ghutno ke bal rेंगte huye bed ke paas gaya. Isha ne apni gaand thodi aur upar utha di taaki Lucky ko saaf karne mein 'aasani' ho. Lucky ne apni zabaan bahar nikali. Jaise hi usne pehla 'lick' maara, Tinku ka garam, kadwa aur chipchipa maal uske muh mein aa gaya.

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Lucky ko laga ki woh wahi ulti kar dega. Woh maal behad ganda aur ajeeb swad wala tha, par Isha ke darr se woh ruk nahi sakta tha. Woh apni zabaan se Isha ki gaand ke har ek kone ko chaat-chaat kar saaf karne laga. Tinku ka woh garam 'load' ab Lucky ke muh ke andar tha.

Isha zor-zor se hasne lagi, uski hansi poore kamre mein goonj rahi thi. "Hahaha! Dekh Tinku, mera paltu kutta tera maal kitne maze se pee raha hai. Maza aa raha hai na kutte? Tera honeymoon special treat hai ye—ek asli mard ka maal peene ka mauka har kisi ko nahi milta. Tu toh is layak bhi nahi tha, par meri wajah se tujhe yeh naseeb ho raha hai."

Tinku ne Lucky ke sar par apna pair rakh diya aur use neeche ki taraf dabaya. "Chaat harami... poora andar tak saaf kar. Ek boond bhi chadar par nahi girni chahiye. Teri biwi ki gaand ab meri thook aur mere maal se geeli hai, aur tu use bilkul chamka dega."

Lucky ro raha tha, uske aansu Isha ki gaand par gir rahe the, par woh ruk nahi raha tha. Usne har ek boond ko apni zabaan se sameta aur use nigal gaya. Uska poora muh ab us gande mixture se bhara tha. 15 minute ki is ghinoni pratikriya ke baad, jab Isha ki gaand bilkul saaf aur laal ho gayi, tab Lucky peeche hata.

Uska chehra dekhne layak tha—aankhen laal, rona-dhona, aur muh ke charon taraf Tinku ka maal laga hua.

Isha bed se uthi aur apne nange badan par ek bathrobe daala. Woh Lucky ke samne aakar khadi ho gayi. Lucky ne umeed ki thi ki shayad ab use thoda reham milega, par Isha ne ek baar phir uski bachi-khuchi insaniyat ko kuchal diya.

"Phtu!"

Isha ne poore zor se Lucky ke chehre par thook diya.

"Yeh tera extra tip hai," Isha ne nafrat se kaha. "Ab jaa... nikal yahan se aur apne us chhote se room mein jaake so ja. Teri shakal dekh ke ab mujhe ghin aa rahi hai. Par yaad rakhna... kal subah thik 7 baje mere room ke darwaze par hona chahiye. Kal subah uth ke phir se mere pair chaatne hain tujhe... aur agar ek minute bhi deri hui, toh video sabko bhej dungi. Samjha namard?"

Tinku ne Lucky ko darwaze ki taraf dhakka diya. "Chal nikal ab, humein sone de. Teri biwi ab thak gayi hai, ise ab mere saath aaram ki zaroorat hai." Explore the world of Indian Femdom through our  stories.

Lucky ladkhadate huye kamre se bahar nikala. Corridor khaali tha, par use lag raha tha ki har deewar us par has rahi hai. Woh apne kamre mein pahuncha aur darwaza band karke zor-zor se rone laga. Uske muh mein abhi bhi wahi kadwa swad tha, uske chehre par Isha ka thook sookh raha tha, aur dimaag mein sirf ek hi baat ghum rahi thi—ki kal subah 7 baje use phir se wahi sab dhohrana hai.

Uska honeymoon ab uske liye jeete-jee nark ban chuka tha, jahan woh sirf ek 'pet' tha jiska kaam apni malkin ki har ek gandi khwaish ko poora karna tha.