Hi guys, I am Adarsh, 28 years old. I am from Mumbai. This is a story about me, my girlfriend and her Bhabhi.
It happened four years ago when I was studying in Bangalore. I used to live with my girlfriend in an apartment building which was located in a posh area. My girlfriend, Monika was a spoiled daughter of a rich businessman who lived in Gujarat. Before I got to know her, I used to live in a hostel but after we got comfortable together, she invited me to move in to her place. Being a middle-class guy, I opted to move in with her.
After six months, Monika’s cousin and his wife moved to Bangalore. Monika helped them to get a flat in the same apartment building where we lived. They were a good-looking couple. Her cousin Amar was marketing manager and his wife, Sonam was a housewife.
Amar got a job quickly and became busy. Sonam Bhabhi was bored without her husband in a new city. So, she would come over to our flat anytime she felt lonely. As I and Monika were fun loving, Sonam Bhabhi liked our company. We became more friendly with her. Bhabhi would often cook food and bring us food. Bhabhi would also come over to our flat even if Monika was not there and spend time with me, just chitchatting. Monika didn’t have any problem with that and I too didn’t have any problem with that. I actually liked Sonam Bhabhi. She had a very pleasant personality.
Everything was going well between us for a few months, until one day, Bhabhi saw me and Monika having sex in kitchen. She apologized and told us the door was open and left our flat. Monika felt guilty because she had forgotten to close the door. I felt guilty because it was my idea to have a quickie with Monika in the kitchen.
After that incident, Bhabhi didn’t come to our flat for two days. So, we felt more guilty. We went to her flat when Amar was not there and talked with her. We apologized to her and asked her why she had not come to our flat for two days. She apologized for walking into our flat without ringing the doorbell. She told us she didn’t come to our flat because she didn’t want to disturb us when we’re having our private time. We told her she had not been disturbing us and she was welcome to visit us anytime she wanted.
Bhabhi started visiting us as usual, but it was not the same between us. I noticed that Bhabhi’s behaviour with me had changed. She avoided eye contact with me and she didn’t come inside our flat when Monika was not there. I let it go for a few days but one day when she came to our flat when Monika was not there, I asked her to come inside and she refused. So, I asked why she was avoiding me. She hesitated to answer. So, I pleaded with her to tell me what I had done to upset her.
Bhabhi felt sorry for me and came inside the flat. She went to the sofa and sat down. I sat down opposite her on the single sofa. She told me she was not upset with me and she was just worried about her husband’s busy schedule, and also about her inability to get pregnant for five years after getting married. Her eyes watered and tears rolled down on her cheeks.
I felt sorry for her. I went to her and sat down next to her. I put my hand over her shoulder and consoled her. She leaned on my chest. The side of her breast pressed on my ribs. My penis began to harden. It was normal for my penis to harden whenever I saw her but this time it was quick.
I had always secretly admired Bhabhi. She has a pretty face and a curvy body. She has a strong sex appeal that never fails to turn me on every time I see her.
I hoped she wouldn’t spot the bulge of my pant on my crotch area. But to my surprise, her hand moved down and she cupped the bulge with her palm. I wasn’t sure if it was an accident or intentional.
She lifted her head from my chest and looked into my eyes. “What is that?” she asked and squeezed my penis through my pant.
I was shocked by her action. I smiled at her uncomfortably feeling embarrassed and confused.
She came closer and kissed my lips. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Bhabhi stopped kissing and asked, “When is Monika coming home?”
“She’ll come in the evening,” I said.
“Good. We have lot of time,” Bhabhi said and smiled.
I smiled uncomfortably at her, not knowing what to say.
She smiled at me and began to unhook her blouse. She removed her blouse and bra. I was mesmerized by her big, beautiful breasts. She put her palm under her left breast and lifted it up, as if she was giving it to me. I grabbed both her breasts and kissed them. I kissed her nipples one after the other. I licked them, bit them and sucked her swollen nipples.
I bit one of her nipples hard and she said, “Ouch!” I thought she was in pain and stopped. But she grabbed my head and pulled closer to her large, cushion-like breasts. I played with her breasts and sucked on her nipples. Her fingers unzipped my pant causing my heart to beat fast with excitement. Her warm, long, feminine fingers grabbed my cock and pulled it out. I continued sucking her breast and she stroked my cock. I stopped sucking her breast and moved up to look at her pretty face.
She smiled at me. I kissed her lips passionately before she pulled back and said, “I want to taste you”.
I couldn’t believe what I had heard. I hoped I had understood her right. I took a chance and stood up. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and sat down on the sofa.
Bhabhi lifted her saree above her knees and knelt down on the carpeted floor, between my legs. She leaned forward, kissed my cock. She opened her mouth and took half of my cock inside her mouth. Her warm breath and wet mouth felt soothing on my hard, warm cock. She sucked my cock once and pulled it out of her mouth. She looked up at me and smiled. Then she opened her mouth, took my entire cock inside her mouth and sucked hard. Then, she sucked my cock passionately again and again. She was pretty good at it. I stroked her hair and caressed her cheeks. I felt like I was in heaven. My cock was in cloud9. She was doing a good job with my balls too, by massaging them with her fingers.
After a few minutes, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I ejaculated in her mouth. She chocked but her mouth tightly held on to my cock. She closed her eyes and swallowed my cum. After I was done, she sucked out the last few drops of cum from my cock.
It was my turn to return the favour. I asked her to remove her panties and sit down on the sofa. She did as I asked her to do and I knelt down between her legs. I kissed her plump, milk white thighs before I covered my mouth on her pussy lips and French kissed it, probing the inside of her vagina with my tongue. I understood that she was enjoying it a lot because she was moaning loudly with pleasure. After a few minutes she climaxed and I licked her dry.
I sat down next to her on the sofa. I kissed her lips and explored her pussy and asshole with my fingers. She stroked my cock and kissed me back.
After about five minutes of foreplay, I told her we should go to the bedroom and make love. She agreed and we went to the bedroom. She lifted her Saree above her knees and got on top of the bed. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs apart. My cock was hard as a rock. I wanted to drill my cock into her juicy pussy but I didn’t forget the condom. I told her I’ll put on a condom but she told me to do it without a condom. She said it was one of the benefits of having sex with a married woman and laughed.
Monika had never let me fuck her without a condom. So, I was very happy and curious. I climbed the bed and lay down on top of her, lifting myself a bit higher with the support of my elbows. I positioned my cock on her pussy and pushed but it didn’t go inside. I didn’t position it the right way. She put her hand between us, grabbed my cock and placed the tip of my cock in the slit of her pussy. I pushed. An inch of my cock slid inside her wet pussy. It was tight but as I pushed her juices helped my cock glide deep inside her. She moaned and her pussy-hole contracted around my cock. I slowly moved my cock outward and pushed back inside her. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure. Encouraged by her moans of pleasure, I slid my cock in and out of her juicy cunt, harder and faster. I bent down and sucked her nipples as I fucked her. She moaned louder and louder. After ten minutes of hard fucking, she shuddered and smiled to herself. She pulled me and kissed me as I shot my cum inside her sweet cunt. I lay on top of her, squashing her soft breasts, kissing her lips and shooting semen inside her pussy.
After my cock became limp, I got up from her and lay down next to her. We hugged each other and fell asleep.
I woke up almost an hour later and saw her sleeping next to me. Her Saree was lifted up to her waist and her breasts were bare. My cock hardened again. I checked the wall clock. There was still one more hour left for Monika to come home. So, I got on top of Bhabhi and carefully placed the tip of my cock between her cunt lips and pushed. Her vaginal juice had dried so it felt a bit dry. As I tried to push harder, Bhabhi woke up moaning with discomfort and looked at me. I pulled my cock out. She kissed me and I kissed her back.
After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and said, “Try again.”
I kept the tip of my cock in the slit of her vagina and pushed. Her vagina was wet, so my cock pushed in smoothly inside her tight vagina. When my cock was fully inside Bhabhi’s vagina, I looked at her. She smiled at me. I kissed her lips and she kissed me back. As we kissed, I pumped my cock inside her pussy. As our passion increased, we stopped kissing and I fucked her rapidly till I unloaded fresh semen inside her pussy hole.
After we were done, we lied down together, kissing and confessing our love for each other.
After a few minutes, we remembered it was time for Monika to come home. Bhabhi got down from the bed and got dressed. We kissed before she left our flat.
The next few days we made love whenever we got a chance to be alone in her flat or our flat.
After a few weeks, Bhabhi found out she was pregnant. She and her husband were very happy.
We had sex frequently when she was pregnant. She delivered a healthy boy child.
I made her pregnant again before Monika and I moved to Mumbai and got married.
One year later, Bhabhi sent me pictures of our children on WhatsApp with the message, “Thank you.”