About myself: I am a 35-year-old man living in London for the past 6 years, originally from Delhi.
Due to circumstances, I haad to temporarily move to Cardiff for 3 months. My distant cousin Himanshu also lives there. He informed me that they are going to have a big party on the occasion of their child’s 1st birthday, so it was convenient for me to be in Cardiff around the same time. I found a 1-bedroom flat at a good rate near Cardiff Central Station, close to a few Indian restaurants and shops.
Now the problem started, which turned out to be my good luck. Himanshu’s relative, whom I had never met before, was also supposed to attend the party.
Himanshu asked me if they could stay with me in the apartment for 2 weeks. Mann maar ke, I agreed for them to stay at my place.
About 1.5 weeks before the party, one evening, his Bhaiya (Ankit) and Bhabhi (Shilpa) came to my flat. Both were in their early 40s and seemed like a traditional Indian couple.
Ankit was doing well and liked to show off, while Shilpa seemed very traditional, always wearing a saree or Indian attire, and appeared to be a religious lady. She was a good-looking Indian woman, 5ft 5in, with measurements of 36-32-38 (lovely boobs and ass).
I was a bit disappointed with our first interaction as they didn’t speak much (Ankit was showing attitude, pretending to be busy on his phone, and Shilpa was shy). The good thing was that I would only see them in the morning and evening, and I hoped they would be with Himanshu on the weekends.
In the evening, I offered Ankit some alcohol, which he gladly accepted. No one says no to “free ki daru,” and we started to have some drinks. His definition of holidays is to relax and get drunk in the late afternoon and evening.
We had a drinking session until late, by which time Shilpa had already gone to sleep in my bedroom (being a nice person, I offered to sleep in the TV room).
Ankit was not in a position to walk, so I helped him to the bedroom. Shilpa was in deep sleep, and her nightie was raised to her knees. I have to say, she had sexy legs with anklets on them.
I controlled my urges to touch her legs and came out to sleep on the couch.
In the morning, I was up early to do some work, and she came out of the shower. I was surprised that she was still wearing her nightie and showing her legs (I was expecting her to be in more traditional attire, given her image from the previous day).
We had a little conversation, which went like this:
Me: Namaste Bhabhi.
Shilpa: Namaste Ji, and since we are of similar age, you can call me by my name. (I was surprised)
Me: Bhabhi hi kahoonga as it’s more respectful.
Shilpa: Theek hai… sabke saamne keh dena… akele mein Shilpa kafi hai. (From there, I knew this bitch was up for some fun)
Me: Ankit didn’t wake up yet?
Shilpa: After drinking, he doesn’t wake up till late morning, which I don’t like.
Then we had a conversation about Cardiff and Indore.
Me: Cardiff mein kaha ghoomna pasand karegi?
Shilpa: Aaap kahan lekar jayenge?
Me: Pub (jokingly, also to test the waters).
Shilpa: Haan haan, mujhe pata tha… aap wahi lekar chalenge.
Me: I was joking. I will take you to Swami Narayan mandir.
Shilpa: Very good… we like to go to the mandir once a week as well.
Me: There are some nice Indian restaurants we can try.
Shilpa: Good idea.
Me: In the evening, we can visit some nice Cardiff pubs, a proper English tradition.
Shilpa: Let’s see. Why are you living single here?
Me: My family is back home in India.
Shilpa: Do you feel sad?
Me: No, I am used to living alone.
Shilpa: I know why you live alone.
Me: Why?
Shilpa: So that you can take bhabhiyan to pubs.
And we both started laughing. I thought of testing the waters later on.
After some time, Shilpa came out in a traditional saree, her head covered with sindoor bhari maang. I was surprised to see the same woman who was talking about pubs just an hour ago.
In less than a few minutes, Ankit also came out from the bedroom, so I understood that bitch was trying to act like a sati Savitri in front of her husband.
We all had a few minutes to chat, and then I left for work.
In the evening, the same thing happened. Ankit had a heavy drinking session, got drunk, and fell asleep (maybe I can blame myself a bit for encouraging him to have a few more drinks, lol).
He was not moving from the sofa at all, sleeping like he had taken sleeping tablets. I had to force and help him move to the bedroom.
Now I am thinking that if Shilpa is up for the game, then maybe Ankit can sleep while I can play with Shilpa.
As we went inside, the first thing that struck me was that Shilpa’s nightie was a bit shorter, and her knees were exposed.
After leaving him in bed, Shilpa woke up a bit, but he was sleeping soundly.
To test further, I just put my hand on her shoulder to say, “Don’t worry,” in sign language, showing he is sleeping and she should go back to sleep. Shilpa looked into my eyes and smiled.
I got a bit more courage, and while going back, I touched her anklets and complimented how nice they looked. I also rolled my hands on her smooth legs for a few seconds. Again, she just smiled, and her eyes were inviting me for more. But I thought of leaving more for later on.
I went back to the couch, unfortunately, in the living room, and started watching TV. After 10 minutes, I heard her anklets, and she walked to the bathroom.
Now I was waiting eagerly for her to come out. She came out, looked at me, and was about to walk back to her room. I thought this was the chance and asked if she would like water or coffee.
She requested water, which I gave to her, and invited her to talk if she couldn’t sleep. She went back to the room. I was disappointed and about to go to sleep when suddenly I heard the sweet music of her anklets coming back.
Shilpa: I went inside to check if Ankit is still sleeping.
Me: After drinking that much, I will be surprised if he wakes up before 10 am.
Shilpa: Till then, you can give me company.
And we both started laughing.
Shilpa: How do you sleep on such a small sofa?
Me: Why don’t you lie down here?
And I stood up, with my hands pushing her down on the sofa. Now I am sitting in her place, she is laying down on the sofa, and her sexy thighs are exposed in front of my eyes.
Shilpa: It’s not bad, but not as comfortable as a bed.
Me: Tomorrow, if Ankit gets drunk, he can sleep here.
Shilpa: Where will you sleep then?
Me: I will have no other option than sleeping in the bed.
Shilpa: (With an innocent face) That is true. We won’t have any other option than to sleep together on the same bed.
Me: (Winking at her) Who will sleep then?
We both laughed.
Shilpa: Make sure we give him a sleeping pill with drinks so he doesn’t wake up before us.
Me: Done… I will get it tomorrow morning.
Shilpa: You know, in front of Ankit, Himanshu, and in-laws, I have a very good image. I don’t want to destroy that.
Me: Understand, but you have some desires.
Shilpa: Yes, and I want to fulfill them while I am away from my motherland.
We both started laughing, but now I started rubbing my hands on her legs. She looked at me and closed her eyes. I moved my hand above her knees into her nightie; her thighs were super smooth. I could hear her breath getting heavy, and my hands found the wet fabric of her panties. She was already moist. I moved my body on hers and planted my lips on her lips.
She opened her eyes with shock, then closed them again, and we started kissing each other. I was kissing her face everywhere, and my hands were rubbing her choot above her panties. Then slowly, I pushed my hand inside her panties. Wow! She was all prepared for me with a clean-shaven choot.
Shilpa said in my ear, “I cleaned all my down there hair today for this moment.”
I started fingering her pussy, which was wet, and kissing her on the sofa. She cummed on my hand, and her body started stiffening up a bit. Suddenly, she realized what she had done and quickly got out of my clutches and walked back to her room.
I was like, “Bitch, I will take revenge tomorrow.”
In the morning, there was no talk with her apart from general greetings; probably, she was feeling bad about the previous night.
I came home early (I also went to the chemist to get a sleeping tablet) and invited both of them to the pub for a few drinks and some English food.
Ankit always likes to show off, but as soon as he heard we had to go outside and spend some money, he started making excuses on behalf of Shilpa, like she might not like the pub, she doesn’t drink, she is not modern like today’s teenagers, etc.
I had had enough of his lame excuses, so I asked her directly if she would like to go with us. She used an excuse, saying she was getting bored and would come. She dressed up in trousers and a long shirt.
It was a busy pub called “T D Canary,” so I got beer for Ankit and drinks for myself and Shilpa.
As it was a crowded place, soon our bodies were touching. Ankit tried to show off again, but once after a few drinks, with each passing moment, our conversations were getting interesting, and she was at ease with me once again.
We discussed how I spent some time in Indore, the places I visited, which were close to their home, etc. Now she was back to normal and enjoying the experience.
After a few beers, Ankit went to the toilet, and because it was so crowded, it gave us a few minutes.
Suddenly, there was a bit of a push, and I held her by the waist, which she didn’t mind. I didn’t remove my hand from her back, and we carried on talking. I complimented her on how nice her shirt material was, and she asked what about the trousers (bitch is heating up again).
I said, “I need to check that out.”
She said, “You have a few minutes to give me a verdict.”
I quickly pushed my hand under her shirt and squeezed her ass with one little spank. By that time, I saw Ankit coming, so I removed my hands, and we were standing like nothing had happened. I quickly complimented her, saying that the trousers were better than the shirt.
As it was getting a bit late, we decided to go back and continue there. According to Ankit, Shilpa is religious and doesn’t like late nights outside.
We reached home, got some food from a takeaway, and carried on with drinks. Shilpa showed me a tablet pack as a hint.
After some time, Ankit went to the toilet, and I quickly added a tablet to his drink. Ankit had a few more drinks, was heavily intoxicated, and passed out on the sofa. I waited there for 10-15 minutes, and he was sleeping soundly.
Then I quickly cleaned myself from all the drinks in the shower and changed into shorts only, proceeding to the bedroom. Shilpa was covered inside the quilt/bedsheet (in case Ankit came to the room).
I came inside and closed the door. Shilpa removed the quilt; wow, she was in an even shorter pink nightie just covering her thighs. The nightie was made of net material, with a matching pink bra and panties.
She looked at me, smiled, and gave me a signal to lock the door from inside. She was still worried that if Ankit woke up, what would happen. I assured her that if he knocked on the door, I could go on the balcony from the bedroom and walk back inside the living room (the balcony was adjoining the bedroom/living room).
She insisted on putting the curtains on and lowering the light to a very dim level. Shilpa was very tense but also excited. All the closed curtains and dim light made it quite romantic.
I went to bed, and she moved into my arms. My hands were touching her shoulders, then her back and lower back. Her hair smelled nice, and she raised her face to look at my face, and our lips met. Our tongues were trying to get into each other’s mouths.
Suddenly, she stood up and sat on me. Now both her legs were around my legs, my hands were on her back, and my hard dick was under my shorts, touching her warm choot hidden under her panties.
With sexy impressions, she took her nightie off and started kissing me again. My hands were touching her back, and then I moved my hand slowly onto her boobs over her bra.
This horny bhabhi has a sexy pair of boobs, nice and firm. I started squeezing her boobs over her bra, and then Shilpa said to me, “Bra to utar do darling” (it was nice to hear “darling” from her). Who was I to disobey her?
I opened the hook of her bra and threw it on the floor. She hugged me tightly, her hard nipples were poking into my chest, and we were kissing each other madly on the lips, cheeks, ears, neck… wherever our lips could touch each other’s face and neck.
I picked her up, while her legs locked around my waist, turned around, and pushed her onto the bed. I climbed over her and started playing with those sexy boobs. The sexy bitches boobs looked even better under the shade of her “Mangal sutra.”
We were both enjoying it. And while I sucked her boobs, I softly bit her nipples and squeezed them. She encouraged me to suck each boob one after another. Her boobs were firm and tasted great. Her nipples felt like they were about to milk. Very tasty!
Her hands slowly started wandering towards my shorts, and then Shilpa pushed one hand inside my shorts to hold my hard cock.
She whispered in my ear, “Isko pakadne ke liye bahut wait kya hai… aaj raat ye mera hai.”
I followed up with the same act, moving my hands inside her wet panties. Her choot was so smooth; I rubbed her clit and whispered in her ears, “Aaj raat ye meri hai.”
We didn’t waste much time removing each other’s last bits of clothes.
Then I stood on my knees on the bed, and she came towards me like a bitch on all fours and started kissing my cock (she was really shy when I first saw her; this was the last thing expected).
The so-called traditional housewife started licking my cock like an ice cream and then slowly, slowly making it disappear inside her mouth. Her hair was getting in the way, so being a helpful person, I held her hair in my hand and started stroking my cock inside her mouth. She was enjoying the feeling, and I started fucking her mouth, discharging all my cum inside her mouth, which to my surprise, she ate. She drank some water to clear her mouth.
We lay down on the bed nude, while I was playing with her hair, and she, like a bitch in heat, was playing with my soft cock and balls to make it hard again! It didn’t take long before her efforts started making me hard and ready for another round.
I came over to her and started kissing again, followed by a little boob sucking. Not wanting to waste too much time and eager to play with her wet choot, I made my way down.
I kissed her wet choot and started licking it. Her clit was like flower petals, soft and sensual but wet!
I was kissing her choot, clit, inside choot, and then moving down to her arse! So much pleasure…
Then, I moved my fingers inside her choot. First one finger, then with two, followed by three fingers. I was fingering her choot vigorously.
Suddenly, she held my head, raised her bum, and cummed all over my face. I could see great satisfaction on her face.
I climbed back on her to kiss her, while staying between her legs. My cock was trying to find the entrance of her love hole.
The horny bitch sensed the moment and spread her legs, raised them a bit, and I could see myself sliding inside her. My cock could feel the warmth and tightness of her choot. It took me a few strokes to be deep inside her.
She instructed me, “Ab chodo mujhe… tab tak chodo jab tak mera pani na nikal jay.”
I started fucking her wet choot while looking into her eyes. She was rubbing my back and replying back to my strokes by raising her bum.
This bitch was in serious heat! I carried on fucking her while looking into her eyes, and suddenly her eyes popped out, and she cummed again!
I lay down on the bed and moved her over myself. She understood and sat on my cock. Her choot took my cock inside her, and I started fucking her again from below. She bent down to put one nipple in my mouth, then the other nipple, and then her lips.
We fucked each other till I filled her choot with my cum, and both lay down exhausted on each other.
After a few minutes, she realized what had happened and started panicking about the cum in her choot. I assured her to get a pill in the morning, which made her calm.
Unexpectedly, I heard stumbling footsteps, so I quickly picked up my clothes and ran from the balcony back to the living room.
Luckily, Ankit was still badly intoxicated, and he went to the bathroom. I helped him to sleep next to his satisfied wife.
I went back to the couch to sleep. We had 3 satisfied souls sleeping soundly inside the apartment.
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As mentioned before, I am from London, UK, with occasional visits to Delhi.