I’m a 28-year-old software engineer. This story happened when I was 22 and an engineering student. Since my college was far from home, I lived in a rented house with a housemate. My housemate was homesick and missed his family. He went home for every vacation, even during Raksha Bandhan. He often took extra days off to visit them. I found his frequent visits a bit odd, but I was always happy to have the house to myself when he was gone.
Our landlord was a retired colonel. He had two sons who had gone abroad. The eldest son had gone abroad long time ago and settled there. The younger son had recently moved abroad alone to look for a job, intending to take his wife abroad after he got a good job. His wife lived with her in-laws, who were my landlords. Bhabhi was 26 years old. She used to teach music and classical dance to young girls. She was friendly and pleasant. Every time I saw her, I wished to get married to a beautiful woman like her in the future. I secretly admired her.
I got a change to know her better during Diwali vacation. My housemate had already gone to visit his family. I had decided to stay back and use the time to study hard as it was the final year of engineering and I was determined to get good grades.
One morning, I was getting down the stairs from my house when my landlord uncle saw me. He was surprised I had not gone home for Diwali. I told him I had stayed back to prepare for my upcoming final exams. He was impressed with my focus on education. He invited me for lunch to their home. I accepted the invitation. He was a good man and auntie was also equally good. They were very caring and I respected them.
At lunch time, I went to their house for lunch, Bhabhi opened the door and welcomed me with a smile that always made my heart melt. She asked me why I didn’t go home for Diwali. I told her I stayed back to celebrate with her. She chuckled and asked me to come to the dining room.
I had good lunch with uncle, auntie and Bhabhi that day. Bhabhi had cooked very tasty food. I wished I could marry a woman who looked as good as Bhabhi and cooked as good as her.
During the holidays, I became more friendly with uncle, auntie and Bhabhi. They invited me for lunch or dinner sometimes and sometimes, Bhabhi would pack food and bring it upstairs to give it to me. When uncle and auntie went out for shopping or to visit their relatives, Bhabhi used to call me and tell me to meet her in their house. Sometimes she used to come upstairs without telling me and surprise me. We liked each other’s company.
Two days before Diwali, Bhabhi came to meet me. We were just chatting as usual when she looked around and told me, I should clean the house before Diwali. I agreed with her because the house was too messy with cigarette butts, beer bottles and clothes thrown in random places. I began cleaning immediately and she helped me clean.
While cleaning, Bhabhi suddenly asked me, “What is this?”
I looked at what she was holding. It was a box of condoms.
I had bought the box of condoms for emergencies, even though I was a virgin. I just told her I got it at a birthday party where the guys were using condoms instead of balloons for fun, and the box she was holding was leftover.
She laughed and shook her head.
I told her I’ll throw it in the bin and asked her to give it to me. She smiled and told me not to throw it away because it could be useful. I told her it won’t be useful for me because I didn’t have a wife or a girlfriend. She laughed and told me it could be useful for her and smiled shyly. I asked her how it will be useful for her when her hubby was abroad. She told me she’ll tell me when the time is right and chuckled.
The next day afternoon, Bhabhi came to my house to give me food and spend some time with me. Her behaviour had changed. Every time I cracked a joke she patted my shoulders or arms and laughed. Even when we talked, she stood or sat close to me. I suspected she was flirting with me but I wasn’t sure how far she would go. I just enjoyed Bhabhi’s company and hoped for the best. Before leaving, she asked me to come with her to the beauty parlour that evening.
That evening at about 5pm, we went to a beauty parlour located in a mall. While she was in the parlour, I spent time in the mall. After she came out of the parlour, she looked more pretty. I told her she looked very beautiful. She blushed and thanked me for the compliment. That wasn’t the first time I had complimented her but something had changed. She was shy with me and she avoided eye contact. Judging by her smiles and eye signals, I understood Bhabhi’s intention. As we walked, we brushed against each other. She caught my hand and our fingers linked together. She gently squeezed my hand and laughed. Then she said, she was hungry. Holding hands, we went to a restaurant in the mall. We ate and shared a romantic moment.
We returned home after 3 hours. The area was dark because of a power cut. We opened the gate and entered the house premises. We stood near the stair case. Bhabhi turned and looked into my eyes for a moment. Then she moved closer to me and pursed her lips to kiss. I moved closer and kissed her lips. I licked and sucked her lips. I parted her lips with my tongue and explored the inside of her mouth. She kissed me back with the same eagerness. I put my arms around her and moved my hands on her back. I touched her buttocks and felt the softness through her salwar suit. I squeezed her plump buttocks, lifted her butt cheeks and pulled her closer to me. We kissed passionately enjoying our first kiss. We were not in a mood to stop kissing, but we stopped kissing hearing the door unlock from inside. Bhabhi moved away from me quickly and we looked at the door. Uncle came out with a torch in his hand. He was glad we had come home early. Bhabhi went inside the house. I talked with uncle for a short time and went upstairs to my house. That night Bhabhi called me on mobile video chat. I answered the call. She was lying on the bed in the video call. She asked me if I liked the kiss. I told her I loved it and I wanted to kiss every part of her body. She asked me why I want to kiss every part of her body. I told her I want to kiss every part of her body because she looked very beautiful and sexy. She asked me if I will kiss every part of her body when we meet next time. I told her I will do it if she allows me. She laughed and said she will never allow me to do that, but I can see her body in the video. Excited, I asked her to show me her body. She hesitated at first but after I requested many times, she removed her clothes and showed me her naked body. She looked so beautiful, I kissed my mobile screen many times. I told her my penis had become very hard. She told me to show it in the video. I kept my mobile under my cock and showed it to her. She told me it looks very good and kissed her mobile screen. I was so aroused, I told her I want to have sex with her. She told me to control myself. After a few minutes, she told me good night and hung up. I went to the bathroom and jerked off.
Next day, Bhabhi called my mobile and told me uncle and auntie had told her to invite me for lunch. I went to their house in the afternoon. Bhabhi opened the door and asked me to come inside. I went inside and looked around as Bhabhi closed the door. There was no one around, so I quickly hugged her and tried to kiss her. Bhabhi pushed me away and whispered, “Shh…they will see us.”
Disappointed, I backed off. We went to the dining room. Uncle and auntie were sitting at the dining table. Bhabhi and I sat down and we had lunch together. They told me Lakshmi puja will be held in the evening. I told them I will attend the puja.
After having a very good lunch, I thanked them and went to my house upstairs.
In the evening, I wore a traditional kurta and went to their house for the puja.
After the aarti, Bhabhi called me to the kitchen to help her. As soon as I entered the kitchen she kissed me on my cheek and whispered, “You look handsome in the kurta”. I told her she looked very beautiful in the red Saree she was wearing. She told me she had bought the saree specifically for me, as I had mentioned a few days earlier that she would look beautiful in red dresses. Then, she told me uncle and auntie will be leaving soon to their relatives house and they will be returning late.
It was Diwali evening. The house was surrounded by the sounds of exploding fireworks. It was a evening filled with joy and nobody could have been more joyful than me. I was very happy uncle and auntie were going to their relative’s house. It was the perfect opportunity to romance with Bhabhi. She looked very beautiful dressed in the red Saree which had gold colour Zari border. The Saree was wrapped perfectly around her curvy figure. She had Bindi and Sindoor on her forehead. She was wearing gold bangles and Mangalsutra. She looked like a beautiful, homely Bhabhi.
Uncle and auntie told Bhabhi not to stay awake and wait for them as they had a key to the front door. They told me to have dinner before I go to my house. We told them good night and Bhabhi closed the door after they left.
We were alone in the house. The loud sounds of firecrackers mirrored my excitement. Bhabhi smiled shyly at me and walked away to the dining room. I went to the dining room and saw her standing near the dining table with her back towards me. Her slim waist beautifully curved wide at the bottom to join her wide hips. The curves of her plump buttocks were shaped like rounded W(ധ). Mesmerized by her beauty, I went closer to her and hugged her. I pressed my hard cock on her soft buttocks.
She chuckled and asked, “Do you want laddu?”
“You are my laddu today!” I said and hugged her tighter.
“Ouch! Relax. Don’t break your laddu,” she said and laughed.
I laughed and eased my grip. She turned around and smiled. She lifted her hand to my mouth, giving me the half eaten laddu. I opened my mouth and she fed it to me.
“Do you like it?” She asked.
“It’s sweet like you, Bhabhi,” I said, munching the laddu.
Bhabhi chuckled and looked into my eyes with a shy smile. I moved closer and kissed her lips. I moved my hands all over her body, feeling her curves, her smooth skin and her soft flesh. I parted her lips with my tongue and explored the insides of her mouth with my tongue. I tasted the sweetness of the laddu in her mouth and kissed her passionately as I squeezed her breasts and buttocks. Bhabhi responded with the same passion. I put my hands behind her and pulled the blouse string. Then I broke the kiss and removed her blouse. The fair skin of her soft breasts contrasted the red colour of her bra, looking so sexy. I removed the bra and saw her beautiful breasts. Her breasts were swollen by arousal and her brown nipples looked like delicious cherries.
I bent down, planted kisses on her breasts and sucked her nipples. Bhabhi moaned and stroked my hair. I moved down to her belly and kissed her navel. I put my tongue inside her navel and licked. I squeezed her breasts and kissed every inch of her belly.
Bhabhi laughed softly and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom,”
I kissed her navel one more time and stood straight.
She smiled and said, “I’ll take some sweets. They taste so good.”
She took a Jalebi from the sweet box and broke it into two pieces. She put one piece in her mouth and raised her hand to my mouth. I opened my mouth and she fed me the other piece of Jalebi. Then she took a small bowl and filled it with Gulab Jamuns and sugar syrup. She smiled and said, “I love Jamun.”
“You are very sweet!” I said and we laughed.
We went to the bedroom. Bhabhi closed the door and said, “Remove your clothes.”
As I removed my clothes, Bhabhi kept the bowl on the bed side table and sat on the side of the bed.
I went near her. Her eyes were fixed on my hard cock. She said, “Come closer.”
I went closer to her. She lifted one hand and grasped my cock. The touch of her soft palm and her long fingers on my cock sent shivers down my spine. She pulled it gently and I took another step closer wondering what she was trying to do. She pushed my foreskin behind and my pink glans popped out. She kissed the cockhead, causing me to tremble. She opened her mouth and took my cockhead inside her mouth. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I moaned, “Hmm…Bhabhi…” She sucked my cockhead making me shiver again. Then she moved her head forward, taking my cock slowly deep inside her mouth. When my cock was fully inside her mouth, she took a deep breath and moved her head back, sucking my cock. She pulled my cock completely out of her mouth and looked up at me. I realized Bhabhi was very experienced in sucking cock.
I smiled and said, “I love you, Bhabhi.”
She smiled and kissed the head of my cock. Then she took my cock deep inside her mouth again and gave it a good, hard suck.
She pulled my cock fully out of her mouth and looked up at me. “Ready?” she asked.
I nodded my head and said, “Yes, Bhabhi.”
Bhabhi stood up and took a small box from her bedside table. It was the same box of condoms she had taken from my house. She gave me a teasing smile and said, “It will be useful for you now.”
I chuckled, realizing Bhabhi had planed it all along.
She lifted her Saree and petticoat, and pulled her panties down. Holding her clothes above her buttocks, she sat down on the side of the bed. She looked at me and said, “Come here, I’ll put it for you.”
I went closer to her. She pulled out one packet from the box and tore it. She took the condom out and kept the condom ring on my cockhead. She unrolled it, covering on my cock. Then she stood up and climbed onto the bed. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs. She looked gorgeous, partially covered by her red saree. The fair skin of her bare breasts and legs almost glowed in contrast to the bright red saree.
I climbed the bed and knelt between Bhabhi’s legs. Her thighs were plump and her vulva nestled between her soft-looking inner thighs looked very beautiful and precious. I lay on top of Bhabhi, between her legs. Bhabhi caught my cock-shaft and placed the tip of my cockhead in the opening of her vagina. I pushed slowly, opening her vagina and letting my cock glide deep inside her. Our bodies united for the first time and coincidently there was loud bang of firecrackers as if people were celebrating our physical union. We laughed and I said, “Happy Diwali, Bhabhi.”
“Happy Diwali!” she said and kissed my lips.
Through the condom, I could feel the tight grip of her vagina around my cock. I drew my cock back until the head tugged at her slit, then I fucked deep into her love hole. She moaned with pleasure and that encouraged me. I wanted to give her more pleasure. I drew my cock out again, leaving only my cockhead between her cunt lips. Then I thrust my cock back into her. Bhabhi’s soft moans sounded sweet. I planted kisses on her face and continued fucking her. In and out, I stroked my cock inside Bhabhi’s embracing love hole. I fucked her harder and harder and she moaned, “Ahh… Uhh… Ahh…”
I repeatedly fucked her till her love hole suddenly became more juicy. At the same time, I drove my cock deep into her and pressed down against her, spurting cum. Even though I was shooting cum inside the condom, it felt great to do it within her warm, tight, and moist cunt as it squeezed, milking my cock.
I lay on top of Bhabhi, till my my cock became limp in her cunt. I kissed her and rolled over. I sat and removed the condom. I kept it on the floor and lay down on my back.
Bhabhi turned to her side, facing me and asked, “Tired?”
“Little, Bhabhi,” I said.
She laughed and touched my spent penis. Playing with my penis and my balls, she asked, “Are you happy?”
“I am very happy. I love you Bhabhi,” I said.
“Don’t fall in love with me. I am married woman,” Bhabhi warned.
“Ok, Bhabhi,” I said feeling little disappointed.
She squeezed my cock and said, “Don’t be so disappointed. After you complete your education and get a job, your family will find a good looking woman for you.”
“I don’t like arranged marriage,” I said.
“My marriage was arranged. I love my husband. I had sex with you because he is not here,” she said.
I was more disappointed. I looked at her to see if she was serious.
She gave me a teasing smile and burst out laughing. Then she said, “I am joking. You are so cute and handsome.”
I smiled and asked, “Can I be your temporary husband?”
She laughed and nodded her head, stroking my cock. “Your penis is hard,” She said and looked at the clock. Then she said again, “It’s only 8:15. Let’s do it again,” she said and smiled.
She got up and sat down. “Lie down on the middle of the bed. I’ll sit on top,” she said.
I moved to the middle of the bed. She took a condom packet from the bedside table, tore it and pulled out a condom. She rolled it on my cock and asked, “Ready?”
“I’m ready!” I said excited to see what Bhabhi was about to do.
She lifted her saree and petticoat above her buttocks, got down on her knees placing both her knees, next to either side of my thighs and straddled on me. She guided my my cock to her vagina and I felt her vaginal slit on my cockhead. She let her hips down and half my cock popped into her love hole. Her love hole was tight, warm and wet.
She hovered above me, slowly rotating her hips, holding half my cock within her pussy hole. Then, she stopped and slid down till my cock was fully inside her.
I raised my hands and cupped her breasts. I squeezed them gently. She leaned forward pointing the nipple of her left breast at my mouth. I opened my mouth and took the swollen nipple in my mouth. I sucked her nipple while playing with her breasts. She sat still, squeezing my cock inside her vagina and let me enjoy her titties. I rubbed my face on her tits, kissed and bit them.
She kissed my lips and moved back. She sat straight and slowly moved up and down, sliding her pussy hole on my cock shaft. She repeated the up-and-down movement, fucking herself. Her cunt sucked my cock and her speed increased. I squeezed her breasts, closed my eyes and enjoyed her cunt eagerly sucking and sliding on my cock. I drifted into a sexual trance, moaning, “Bha..bhi! I love you….”
She continued fucking, groaning and moaning, “Uhhh..Ahh…yes…yes…yeah!”
My cock felt swollen even more, and I felt hot cum flow from the underside of my cock and erupt out from my piss hole. Her cunt spasmed and she moaned, “Ahh…”.
She stopped and I felt pussy juice squirting around my cock. She leaned on me, kissed me and laughed softly. She lay on top of me, her tits crushed against my chest and her pussy still tightly clutched my cock.
We lay like that for a few minutes peacefully, even as the sound of fire crackers continued on.
After a few minutes, Bhabhi got up and lay down next to me. I sat up and removed the condom. I kept it on the floor and lay down on the bed.
“You have so much semen. You will quickly make me pregnant if you don’t use condoms,” Bhabhi said and chuckled.
“I want to make you pregnant!” I said, hoping I could really make her pregnant.
Bhabhi chuckled and said, “It would have been good to have your child, but hubby wants to have a child after he takes me abroad.”
I turned to my side. I looked at her and asked, “Bhabhi, can I try without the condom?” Then I quickly said, “I’ll pull it out before I ejaculate.”
“No way. Just one drop of semen can make a woman pregnant,” she said, raising her eyebrows.
“Please Bhabhi…” I pleaded and said, “I’ll just put it inside few times and take it out.”
She laughed and said, “You can do it when it is safe period for me.”
“Please….” I pleaded again.
She smiled, grabbed my cock and said, “You are so horny!”
I moved closer to her, put a arm on top of her and began kissing her. I moved my hands on her body and she played with my cock. Soon my cock was hard again and Bhabhi broke the kiss. She looked into my eyes and said, “I won’t get pregnant if we have anal intercourse.”
“Wow! Bhabhi! Great idea!” I said excited.
“But you should use lubrication,” she said.
“No problem. What do you want me to use?” I asked.
She thought about it for a moment and sat up. She looked around and took the small bowl from the bedside table. “You can use Jamun and the syrup,” she said.
“Sweet idea!” I joked, and we laughed.
Bhabhi cut one Jamun with the spoon. She lifted the spoon with the Jamun to my mouth. I opened my mouth and she fed it to me. She ate the other piece and mashed the remaining Jamuns in the bowl. She gave the bowl to me and said, “Use everything. Anal penetration is painful without good lubrication.”
“Ok, Bhabhi,” I said and took the bowl from her.
She knelt down and lifted her saree above her buttocks. She bent over and kept her head on a pillow. She put her hands behind, grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, opening her anus.
It was a beautiful view. Her anus looked like another precious item hidden between her beautiful, wide and plump ass cheeks. The inside of her anal hole looked pink and inviting. I took the mashed Jamuns from the bowl with the spoon and poured it into her anal-mouth. Slowly, her anus consumed Jamun. I fed her more than half a bowl of Jamun through her anus and spread the remaining on my cock.
I kept the empty bowl on the bedside table and looked at Bhabhi. Her hands were still holding her ass cheeks apart, keeping her anus open for me. I quickly knelt behind her and noticed a few drops of sweet syrup had oozed out of her anus and spread on on ass crack. I bent down and licked the syrup from her ass crack. She moaned as I licked. I kissed her buttocks and straightened my upper body.
I pressed the tip of my cock in her anal mouth. Her anus stretched like elastic and consumed my cockhead.
“Hmm…Ahh..” Bhabhi groaned in pain.
“Are you okay, Bhabhi?” I asked.
“Hmm…I am ok. Just push slowly. Don’t stop,” she said.
Following her instructions, I pushed slowly and my cock glided inside smoothly, lubricated with Jamun inside her asshole. She groaned softly in pain and her legs twitched but I didn’t stop. I pushed till my cock was fully inside her asshole and my crotch pressed on her soft buttocks. I felt the heat of her bowel on my cockhead and the warmth slowly spread on my cock shaft. Our bodies were united once again, but this time with my cock inside her asshole and without a condom. I leaned forward on Bhabhi and pecked kisses on her upper back and neck. She moaned and chuckled.
I was leaning on her back like a dog with my cock firmly buried in her asshole and she was under me like a bitch. We were ready for some doggy style anal action.
I pulled my cock outward slowly, just a few inches and pushed it back inside her. It was smooth inside her with the Jamun and the syrup. So I repeated the movement a bit more faster. She moaned with pleasure and that excited me. I lifted my upper body from Bhabhi’s back and straightened my back. I grabbed her rounded hips and pulled my cock outward until only my cockhead was inside her asshole. I held my cock in that position for two seconds before pushing slowly inside her Jamun filled asshole. The penetration was smooth and my cock glided fully inside her easily.
I looked down at Bhabhi’s back. She looked beautiful, still wearing the saree. Her plump, buttocks almost glowed, surrounded by her bright red saree. It was a perfect moment. Diwali celebrations were still on, with loud sounds of firecrackers. The house smelled of incense, flowers and delicious food. We had done puja and eaten sweets. I had fucked Bhabhi’s cunt twice and lubricated her asshole with Jamun. And my cock was buried deep inside her Jamun filled, warm asshole. It was my best Diwali celebration.
Smiling to myself, I began pistoning my cock inside Bhabhi’s tight, sweet asshole. I increased my fucking pace and slammed her ass every time I penetrated, making her ripe ass cheeks tremble on impact. She groaned with pleasure and pain but her ass pumped back, welcoming every inch of my cock inside her asshole. Jamun residue oozed out of her asshole as I continued pistoning my cock inside her asshole. Her buttock trembled, her heavy breasts shook uncontrollably. Her cheeks and her ass cheeks turned red. The slapping sounds of my crotch on her ass was loud and sharp but we didn’t care. It was Diwali.
I fucked harder and faster till my balls and cock felt heavy. I fired cock-cream deep into Bhabhi’s asshole, but I didn’t stop fucking her. With the added lubricant, I continued fucking her asshole and fired more hot cream. Her asshole squeezed on my cock and and I slowly stopped fucking. I lay on Bhabhi’s back and she went down flat on the bed. I went down with her and lay on her back with my cock still inside her. We chuckled happily, our breathing heavy with exertion. We lay like that, till my cock popped out of her sweet hole. Then, I rolled over and lay next to her exhausted.
Bhabhi turned and lied down on her side. She smiled and asked, “Did you like it without condom?”
“It was very good, Bhabhi. Your buttocks is so beautiful and your anus is so good. It tight, warm and sweet!” I said, still captivated by the amazing experience I had just had.
Bhabhi smiled and said, “If you don’t like using condoms, we can have anal intercourse when I am not in my safe period.”
“Thank you, so much Bhabhi,” I said and hugged her. We kissed and made out for sometime.
After sometime, we got down from the bed. Bhabhi removed her clothes and went to the bathroom. She came out after having a shower and wore a salwar suit. I went to the bathroom, washed and put on my clothes.
We had dinner together at 9:30. After dinner we were making out for a while when Bhabhi got a call from uncle and auntie. They told her they were coming home early. So we goodnight and I went upstairs to my house.
From that day, Bhabhi and I had an amazing sexual relationship for more than a year. Then Bhabhi got her visa and went abroad to live with her husband happily ever after.
After she went away, I became depressed. But I completed my education and got a good job. My parents encouraged me to get married, and I agreed. After searching for a suitable woman for a year, I found someone hot like Bhabhi and married her. It was an arranged marriage, but she says she loves me and we have amazing sex.
On our first Diwali together, I asked my wife to wear a red saree. Though she was younger than Bhabhi, she looked beautiful and sexy like Bhabhi, dressed in a red saree. I had vaginal intercourse with her without putting on a condom as we were planning to have kids. I even fed her Jamun and had anal intercourse with her in memory of Bhabhi. It was an amazing experience. It was like reliving my experience with Bhabhi, but better. I call my wife, ‘Sweet Bhabhi,’ and she likes it.