Sasur Ji Apni Bahu Ko Bathroom Mein Chodta Hai

Ghar mein silence thi. Dupahar ka time. Ceiling fan slow-slow ghoom raha tha. Saas kitchen mein so rahi thi after lunch, muh pe pallu daal ke. Husband office gaya hua tha, late shift. Aur main—Priya, unki 24 saal ki bahu—bathroom ke saamne khadi thi, towel pehne, baal geele.

Sasur ji drawing room se nikal ke corridor mein aaye. Unki nazar seedha meri peeth pe padi. White towel chhoti thi, thighs dikh rahi thi, kamar tight. Unhone aankh nahi hatayi.

“Priya…” unki awaaz low thi, almost whisper. “Bathroom khali hai?”

Maine peeche mud ke dekha. Unka kurta thoda khula hua tha, seene ke baal dikh rahe the. 52 saal ke the woh, lekin body strong thi. Pakistani family, joint family, sab kuch chhupa hua.

“Haan ji… aap use kar lijiye,” maine kaha, awaaz thodi kaampi.

Woh nazdeek aaye. “Tum jaa rahi ho andar?”

Maine sir hila diya. Woh meri taraf badhe. Unka haath meri kamar pe pada, towel ke upar se. “Andar chalo. Abhi.”

Main reluctant thi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha. Yeh galat tha. Yeh mera sasur tha. Lekin unki ungliyan meri skin pe tight ho gayi.

Bathroom chhota tha. Door band hua, lock laga. Steam abhi bhi thi pichhle shower se. Sasur ji ne mujhe wall pe daba diya. Unka moonh meri gardan pe, daant se skin kheenchte hue.

“Itne dino se dekh raha hoon,” unhone kaha, awaaz garaj rahi thi. “Tere pati ko pata bhi nahi. Teri saas so rahi hai doosre kamre mein. Abhi tu meri hai.”

Maine dhakka diya, lekin unka jism bhaari tha. “Sasur ji… mat kariye… yeh theek nahi…”

Unhone meri dono kalaiyan ek haath se pakad li, upar ki taraf. Doosre haath se towel kheench diya. Nangi ho gayi main unke saamne. Unki nazar meri chhaatiyon pe, phir neeche.

“Chup. Reluctant mat ban. Main jaanta hoon tu bhi sochti hai.”

Unhone mujhe ghutnon pe baitha diya. Apna pajama neeche kiya. Unka lund nikal aaya—mota, garam, already tight. Meri muh ke saamne.

“Le. Abhi.”

Maine muh khola, reluctantly. Unhone peeche se meri baal pakde aur andar dhakel diya. Galey tak. Main gag ki, aankhon mein paani aa gaya. Woh slow-slow hilne lage, meri zubaan pe, gale mein.

“Acchi bahu… aise hi. Chupchaap le.”

Kuch der baad unhone nikaala, salive se chamakta hua. Mujhe uthaya, sink ke saamne jhuka diya. Meri gaand unke saamne. Ungli se meri chut check ki—geeli thi, chahe main mana kar rahi thi.

“Dekh, kitni gili hai tu. Body nahi jhoot bolti.”

Pehle do ungliyan andar. Phir teesri. Main dabbaayi, daant se honth kaate. Phir unhone apna lund meri chut pe ragda, sirf head andar kiya.

“Abhi nahi nikalungi. Pehle andar tak.”

Ek hi dhakka. Poora andar. Main cheekhi, lekin unhone mera muh band kar diya apne haath se. Bathroom ki tiles thandi thi meri chhaatiyon pe. Woh tez-tez pelne lage. Har dhakke pe meri gaand hilti, unki balls meri thighs se takrati.

“Bahar mat nikalna. Andar hi chodunga. Creampie. Teri chut meri ho jayegi.”

Main ab bhi kah rahi thi “mat kariye… saas aa jayengi…” lekin awaaz toot rahi thi. Unka pace badh gaya. Bathroom mein sirf wet sound aur unki saans.

Phir unhone nikaala aur meri gaand pe lagaaya. Thook maara, ungli se tight hole khola. Main sakht ho gayi.

“Anal bhi. Aaj poora.”

Slow push. Head andar gaya. Main wall ko pakde hue thi. Dard tha, lekin saath mein kuch aur bhi. Woh dheere-dheere poora ghusaate gaye jab tak unki thighs meri gaand se chipak nahi gayi.

“Ab hil. Apni gaand hilaa ke le.”

Main hilne lagi, chhoti-chhoti. Woh control le rahe the. Ek haath meri chut pe, clit dabate hue. Doosra haath meri chhati masalte. Bathroom mirror mein sab dikh raha tha—unki umar ki body meri young body ke upar, meri shakal red, aankhein band.

Woh tez ho gaye. Gaand ki tightness mein unka lund phail raha tha. Main ab shabdon mein nahi, bas awaazein nikal rahi thi.

“Ab nikalunga nahi. Dono jagah bharunga.”

Pehle meri gaand mein tight ho ke jhad gaye. Garam fluid andar bhar gaya, overflow hote hue thighs pe girne laga. Phir nikaala, turant meri chut mein daal diya, do-teen dhakke aur wahan bhi chod diya. Cream pie. Bahar nikalte hue white thick liquid meri chut se tapakne laga, floor pe.

Unhone mujhe uthaya, muh pe apna lund ragda. “Saaf kar. Abhi.”

Maine zubaan se saaf kiya, apna hi mixed fluid chat-te hue. Woh dekh rahe the.

Door ke bahar halki awaaz aayi—saas ke uthne ki. Dono freeze.

Sasur ji ne jaldi pajama pehna, mujhe towel diya. “Chup. Kuch mat bolna. Kal raat phir. Jab woh so jayengi.”

Woh nikal gaye pehle. Main andar khadi rahi, tangon ke beech se unka maal tapak raha tha, bathroom ke floor pe pool ban raha tha. Dil ab bhi tez tha. Guilt tha. Lekin neeche wahan tightness bhi thi, jo unke jaane ke baad bhi feel ho rahi thi.

Shaam ko dinner table pe saas baith ke sawaal pooch rahi thi, “Priya, itni der bathroom mein kya kar rahi thi?”

Maine neeche dekh ke kaha, “Sirf naha rahi thi.”

Sasur ji opposite side se dekh rahe the. Unki nazar meri thighs pe thi, jahan abhi bhi unka nishan tha kapdon ke neeche.

Raat ko sab so gaye. Main apne kamre mein padi thi. Darwaza dheere se khula. Sasur ji andar aaye, sirf lungi mein.

Is baar unhone muh nahi band kiya. Mujhe bed pe litaya, tangen kholi, aur seedha chusa meri chut—jo ab bhi unke subah wale maal se sticky thi. Phir wapas andar ghusaaye, is baar slow, deep, har inch feel karte hue.

“Ab se yeh roz hoga,” unhone kaha, meri kaan mein. “Teri saas ko kabhi pata nahi chalega. Tu meri secret rahegi. Meri reluctant bahu jo ab mangegi.”

Main unke neeche thi, unke dhakkon pe hilti, chupke se unka naam nahi, bas “sasur ji…” leke. Woh meri chut bharte rahe, phir gaand, phir wapas. Raat bhar. Hidden. Taboo. Filthy.

Subah hone se pehle woh nikal gaye. Main sheet pe leti rahi, beech mein unka creampie sookh raha tha, body mein unki smell. Ghar mein phir se normal din shuru hua—chai, saas ki awaaz, pati ka call—lekin meri tangon ke beech ab unka hissa reh gaya tha.

Aur main jaanti thi, agla bathroom wala time door nahi hai.