Neelima mere dost Randhir ki biwi ki thi. sardar the dono. Randhir bahut jyada daru pita tha. Mujhe umeed thi, ki saala shaadi se pahle hi bekaar ho chuka hai. Hum dono saath me Bangkok gaye the. jab uske room se randi nikali, to us ne Randhir ko bahut galiya di or boli – You friend is fuss… His is not working… He is impotent. I was surprised but had an idea as excess of drinking made him this. Jab uski shaadi hui, to wo apni biwi ko le kar Pune aa gaya. Mei bhi Mumbai me hi tha. Weekend par ya to wo Mumbai aa jaate the, ya mei Pune chale jaata tha. Mujhe esa lagne laga tha, ki uski biwi ki hawas jyada hai. Saali mujh ko kha jaane wali najaro se dekhti thi hamesha hi.
Phir, ek din jab hum sab daru pi rahe the. Randhir behosh ho gaya. Mei or Neelima ne us ko utha kar room me sulaya or mei bahar aa kar TV dekhne laga. Neelima mere pass aa kar baat kar ne lagi. Us ne baato hi baato me uske na-mard hone ki baat bata di mujhe. Mujhe uski hawas ka raaj samajh aa gaya tha. Maine usko himmat karte hue pakad kar chum liya. Wo kuch nahi boli. Phir to main khud bhi nanga hua or usko bhi nanga kar unke uske muh me apne bade lund ko thus kar mast lund chuswaya. Phir maine puri raat uski chut ko apne bade lund se milwa kar mast chudai ka maja diya…
