Vicky Aur Memsaabs – Update 7 | Adultery Sex Story

Mohd phir soch mein pad jaata hai ki uski super sexy biwi kiske saath khel rahi hai. Rahe rahe ke uske dimaag mein Vicky aata hai par Vicky aur Ayesha ki height ka farak hee usay hansne pe majboor kar deta hai.

Vicky ghar pahunch ke apna hisaab kitaab karta hai aur phir Ayesha ko call karta hai.

Ayesha – hello

Vicky – hello memsaab

Ayesha – kaise yaad kiya

Vicky – thank you kiss mein aapne jo support kiya uske liye

Ayesha – maine kahan …wo toh … tum

Vicky – memsaab aap muslims mein bhaijaan, ammi jaan wagarah isliye bolte hain na ki jo bahut pyaara ho, jaan se bhi zyada

Ayesha – haan

Vicky – toh aaj aap mere liye AJ ho gayi

Ayesha – AJ?

Vicky – Ayesha Jaan

Ayesha – ha ha ha

Ayesha – AJ… kahin Arun Jaitley mat bana dena

Vicky – ha ha

Vicky – AJ

Ayesha – hmmmm

Vicky – jaisee ho waisee rahena… love you

Ayesha – hmmmm

Vicky – AJ ek baar bol do

Ayesha – kyaa

Vicky – ki main tumhara mard hoon

Ayesha – kyaa?

Vicky – shaadi wala nahin …rakhwala types

Ayesha – hmmmm tum mere mard ho

Vicky – muuuuahhhhh

Ayesha – bye

Vicky – Jaan kya pahena hai

Ayesha – kyon bataun

Vicky – apne mard se mat chhupao

Ayesha – salwar kameez hai, churidaar

Vicky – AJ ek baar balcony mein aao na, mere saamne wali

Ayesha – kyon ji

Vicky – dekhna hai jaan

Ayesha – oye jaan waan kya

Vicky – AJ means Ayesha Jaan

Ayesha – badmaash

Vicky – aa jaao naa, samajh lo meri good luck wish hai

Wo maan jaati hai aur balcony mein aati hai, idhar Vicky apni doorbeen lekar balcony mein aata hai.

Vicky – AJ chunni hataao

Ayesha – Vicky doorbeen kyon

Vicky – memsaab dekhunga kaise, aadmi hoon cheel nahin

Ayesha – ha ha

Vicky – ha ha … hatao chunni memsaab

Ayesha – nahin Vicky

Vicky – mere liye please…waise is suit mein kaatil lag rahi ho, darzi ne bahut pyaar se sila hai

Ayesha – hmmmm

Vicky – zara ghoomna, poori fitting dekhun

Jaise wo ghoomi Vicky ka kasa hua lund aur tight ho gaya. High heels ki wjah se kya shape aa rahi thee uski gaand ki.

Vicky – AJ, too good… aapke jism ke kasaav ne is churidaar ko nikhaar diya hai

Ayesha – kya

Vicky – AJ aapko pata hai ki aapka jism kisi ko bhi paagal kar de. Is churidar ki kya aukat aapke saamne

Ayesha – tu baatein bahut achhi banata hai

Vicky – main pitayi bhi achhi karta hoon

Ayesha – hmmmmm

Vicky – gaadi achhi chalata hoon

Ayesha – hmmmmm

Vicky – share trading achhi karta hoon?

Ayesha – hmmmmm…..

Vicky – aur thank you kiss?

Ayesha – hmmmmm………badmash

Vicky – AJ ek baar chunni pls pls

Ayesha – sirf 10 second ke liye

Vicky – done

Ayesha utaarti hai aur lagta hai ki Vicky kaid mein do nariyal ya papeete ya kharbooze dekh raha hai. Net ki bra mein safed kameez mein qaid wo kudrat ki kayanat kayamat dhaa rahae thhey

Vicky – lovely aaah….jaan…achha net wala bra pahena hai

Ayesha – kyaaaaa? (aur chunni se dhak leti hai)

Vicky – galat hai net wala nahin bra doosra hai?

Ayesha – net hai…. Nahin matlab tumhe kaise

Vicky – haath mein bahut achhi doorbeen hai….. sab dikhta hai

Ayesha – haaye

Wo andar chali jaati hai.

Agley do din Shani Itwaar tha aur bazaar band aur Mohd ghar pe isliye koi mauka nahin bana. Beech mein Mohd market gaya tha aadhe ghante ke liye toh Ayesha ne phone kiya

Vicky – hello memsaab

Ayesha – kaise ho Vicky

Vicky- aapki yaad mein jee rahe hain

Ayesha – hmmmm ab inke saamne toh mil nahin sakte.

Vicky – ji

Vicky – Aj aap bahut achhe ho

Ayesha – hmmmmm

Vicky – Aapka dil bahut bada hai

Ayesha – thank you

Vicky – aur jahan dil hota hai, wo hissa bhi bahut bada hai

Ayesha – thank you…. Badmaash

Vicky – ha ha ha

Ayesha – ha ha ha

Vicky – memsaab navratri shuru ho gaye hain

Ayesha – hmmmm

Vicky – dandiya chalogi

Ayesha – hmmmm

Vicky – memsaab

Ayesha – haan bolo

Vicky – mmuuuahhhh

Ayesha – ye kyat ha

Vicky – kiss

Ayesha – good luck ya thank you

Vicky – na good luck na thank you

Ayesha – phir?

Vicky – aapke liye mera pyaar

Ayesha – badmaash

Ayesha – chal rakh ye aa rahe hain

Vicky – jaan

Ayesha – kya

Vicky – muuuuahhh

Ayesha – muuaah bas bye

Vicky – bye jaan

Agle din Monday tha aur apna Vicky tayaar hokar subah ka chumban lene Ayesha ke ghar jaane lagta hai par usay tabhi Mohd ki car dikh jaati hai. Matlab ki wo ghar pe hai aaj. Vicky nazar rakhta hai uske ghar pe. Ek mauka milta hai jab Mohd market jaata hai tabhi Ayesha ka call aata hai

Vicky – haanji AJ

Ayesha – aaj ye ghar pe hain

Vicky – kyon naukri se nikaal diya

Ayesha – chup… Tour pe jaana hai 4 dinke liye.

Vicky – toh

Ayesha – shaam ko nikalna hai

Vicky – AJ bahut dino ke good luck thank you pending hain

Ayesha – hatt

Vicky – jab wo jaayega tab call karogi

Ayesha – haan

Vicky – bolo na haan mere mard

Ayesha – oye

Vicky – bolo na

Ayesha – hanste hue … haan mere chhotu mard

Vicky – love you memsaab ….. muuuahhh

Ayesha – muuuahhh

Ayesha – bye…
 

Vicky market jaata hai aur kuchh saamaan lata hai. Takreeban 5 baje Mohd nikal jaata hai. Vicky jaanke Ayesha ke ghar nahin jaata. Ayesha Vicky ke ghar ki ore dekhti hai toh usay lagta hai ki Vicky taxi chala raha hoga. Koi 6 baje Mohd ka phone aata hai.

Ayesha – haanji

Mohd – darling airport pahunch gaya, check in ho gaya hai

Ayesha – ok

Mohd – darling video chat karogi mujhse roz

Ayesha – bilkul (sochte hue isay kya ho gaya)

Mohd – will miss you honey

Ayesha – bye

Mohd – bye

Ayesha baar baar Vicky ke ghar ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai par light band hoti hai. Thak haar ke wo 11.30 baje light band karke so jaati hai. Usay neend nahin aa rahi hoti.

Theek 12 baje Vicky usay call karta hai.

Ayesha – hello kya hua Vicky

Vicky – kuchh saal pahele aaj hee ke din ek bahut sexy ladki paida hui thee jiska dil bahut bada tha aur ek driver uska chotu mard ban gaya aur jiske chumban kismet badalne ke liye kaafi thhey

Ayesha – ha ha ha

Vicky – Happy Birthday jaan (wo jaanke Ayesha jaan ki jagah jaan kaheta hai)

Ayesha – tujhe yaad tha

Vicky – nahin roz phone karta hoon check karne ke liye. Of course yaad tha memsaab.

Ayesha – khush hotay hue…. Thank you thank you thank you

Vicky – jaan birthday treat

Ayesha – milegi milegi

Itne mein doorbell bajti hai.

Ayesha – Vicky koi aaya hai is time. Kaun hoga…

Vicky – kaun kya – main hee hoon, kab se khada hoon

Ayesha khushi se darwaaze ki ore jaati hai, bina sochay samjhe ki usne kya pahena hai. Usne ek noodle strap wali satin ki baby doll nighty paheni hoti hai jo ki uski maansal jhaanghon tak hee aati hai.Uske bhare bhare badan pe kasi hui nighty uske yauvan mein chaar chaand laga deti hai. Saaf dikh raha tha ki usne andar bra nahin paheni. Nipple nighty pe apni chhaap chhod rahe thhey. Kasi hui nighty mein uske maadak jism ke ubhaar, kataav kaatil lag rahe thhey. Iske alawa uske pairo mei unchee pencil heel waale slip-on sandal uski lambi sudaul tango aur gudaaz gaand ko aur bhi jyada sexy aur hot bana rahe the
 

Jaise hee wo darwaaza kholti hai saamne Vicky ek haath mein bada sa bouquet, ek bada sa teddy bear aur cake liye khada hota hai. Vicky usay dekh kar dang rahe jaata hai but uske yauvan ka raspaan karna nahin bhoolta apni aankho se.

Vicky andar aata hai aur sabhi cheezen saamne table pe rakh deta hai. Wo darwaza band karti hai aur peeche mudti hai, saamne Vicky baahen khole khada tha, “happy birthday meri memsaab”

“Thank you Vicky thank you” kaheti hui Ayesha us say lipat jaati hai. Jo kaam Mohd ko karna chahiye tha wo Vicky kar raha thaa. Vicky usay kas ke pakad leta hai aur dil khol ke uski peeth pe haath ghumaata hai. Kad ke farak ki vajah se uske honth uski gardan aur chhaati ke upari bhaag tak pahunch rahe thhey aur wo wahin kiss karta hai.

Ayesha – hmmmmm

Vicky – happy …muuuahhh ….birthday …. Muaahh….

Ayesha – mmmmmm

Wo thodi door hoti hai aur Vicky phir usay gulaab ke phoolon ka bada sa guldasta deta hai. “Ayesha bouquet of roses for a rose” kahete hue thamaata hai

Ayesha – thank you Vicky

Vicky phir usay teddy bear deta hai

Aur phir cake khulta hai

Uspe likha tha “Happy Birthday Meri Memsaab, meri Ayesha jaan, meri sab kuchh”

Ayesha abhi tak apni nighty bhooli hui thee. Vicky candle jalaata hai aur vidhiwat taur se wo bhujaati hai aur cake kaat ti hai.

Ab aati hai cake khilaane ke baari, Vicky ek bada sa piece usko khilaata hai aur kuchh uske gaalon pe, gardan pe mal deta hai, jise dekh wo hansti hai. Phir Vicky ungli se uske jism pe lagi cream hatata hai aur chaat leta hai … “kya swaad hai iska meri jaan”

Ayesha ko samajh nahin aata wo kya kahe, is se pahele wo wahan se bathroom ke liye nikal paati, Vicky uski baazu se kheench ke usay sofay pe gira deta hai aur khud jhuk ke uske ek gaal se cake ki cream chaat leta hai.

Ayesha – aaah

Vicky – mmmmm kya namkeen ho gayi cream meri jaan ke jism ko chhooo ke

Ayesha apni tareef sunke muskurati hai

Ayesha – Vicky mat kar

Vicky – kya na karun

Ayesha – yehi

Vicky – jaan itna toh hum good luck kiss aur thank you mein bhi karte hain

Is se pahele Ayesha jawab deti, Vicky jhuk ke uski gardan aur upari chhaati se cream chaat leta hai. Is kashmakash mein uski nighty upar ho jaati hai aur bhari bhari jhaangen darshan deti hain. Vicky ka ek haath uski jaangh pe chala jata hai aur wo abhi bhi cream chaat raha hai.

Ayesha ko khoob mazaa aa raha tha….

Ayesha – mmmm Vicky bas mmmm

Vicky- hmmm memsaab….. love you

Ayesha – mmmm …bas Vicky

Vicky ki jeebh se Ayesha ke jism mein tarange daud rahi thee aur wo kasmasa rahi thee, phir achanak hee usne, Vicky ko thoda dhakka diya aur bathroom ki taraf chali gayi, moonh dhone. Vicky bhi wahin khada raha.

Ayesha ne socha ki nighty ke upar koi gown pahen liya jaaye aur uske aisa karne se pahele hee Vicky ne uski baazu pakdi

Vicky – memsaab mujhe cake nahin khilaaogi phir main bhi ghar jaaun

Ayesha – oh sorry

Vicky usay kheench ke le aaya aur Ayesha ne usay cake khilaya.

Ayesha – thank you Vicky

Vicky – thank you jaan

Ayesha smiles.

Vicky – jaan?

Ayesha – haan

Vicky – kuch pics ho jaayen

Aur Ayesha ke kuch sochnay se pahele hee wo selfies lena shuru kar deta hai. Vicky ab Ayesha ko uski kamar se pakde hue thaa aur selfies kheench rahe thhey jaise ki Jodi ho. Kuch 5-7 minute ke photo session ke baad, Vicky alag hota hai aur ghar jaane lagta hai.

Vicky – ok jaan got to go

Ayesha – thanks again Vicky

Vicky – kya sookha sookha thanks.

Ayesha bahut khush thee, iska bhi apna saroor hota hai aur isi saroor mein wo Vicky ke gaal ko chaat daalti hai aur phir aankh maar ke kaheti hai “ho gaya geela”

Vicky apna doosra gaal aagey kar ke kaheta hai “gandhiji ki baat maana karo”

Ayesha khoob hansti hai aur phir pahel gaal pe chumban aur phir zor se chaat daalti hai.

Jaane ko tayaar Vicky ek baar phir mudta hai aur Ayesha ko hug karta hai

“tum badalna mat meri jaan”

Ayesha – kya ab memsaab nahin rahi (usay chhedne ke liye kaheti hai)

Vicky – aap bata do ki kya bulaun

Ayesha – jo mera chhotu mard chaahe

Dono muskuraate hain aur Vicky ghar chala jaata hai.

Aaj Vicky ne uske dil mein khaas jagah bana lee thee aur wo behad khush thi aur uska mood romantic ho gaya tha. Aysha apne liye ek paig bana kar bedroom mei aa jaati hai…wo kabhi kabhar jab acche mood mei aur khush hoti thi… khaskar jab romantic mehsoos karti thi tab apne shohar Mohd ke saath aur kabhi akele mem bhi thoda bahut sharaab pi leti thi.

Saari raat wo sochti rahi ki Mohd call karega aur koi 3 baje jaakar soyi. Uska gussa bad raha tha. is dauran sone se pahle wo teen paig sharab ke pi gayi thi. Agle din subah Vicky phir call karta hai

Vicky – hello birthday girl

Ayesha – morning Vicky

Vicky – kaisee hai meri jaan

Ayesha – badiya

Vicky – jhoot mat bolo

Ayesha – kya jhoot

Vicky – jaanta hoon 3 baje jaakar soyi ho, us gadhe ke phone ke intezaar mein.

Ayesha – tumhe kaise pata

Vicky – main bhi teen baje soya hoon, chhoti light jala rakkhi thhe na bedroom ki..

Ayesha – thank you Vicky.. tu itni der jaagta raha

Vicky – ab mard hoon toh khyaal toh rakhunga… waise aap kya peeti rahi… apake haath me glass tha…?

Ayesha – kucch nahi Vicky… kal birthday ki khushi me rafta-rafta thodi si drink enjoy kar rahi thi
Vicky – kya… drink matlab sharaab… aap peeti bhi ho…?

Ayesha – wo bas kabhi kabhar… kaas mauke ya mood hone par….

Baatein karta karta Vicky Ayesha ke darwaaze pe pahunchta hai aur bell bajata hai, ek dabba rakh deta hai aur waapas seediyan utar jaata hai.