This is a real story that I want to confess which I can’t do anywhere else
I am a 26-year-old Indian guy living next door to a Bengali family. The woman I am talking about is 33 years old Bengali lady married to a man who indulges in all kinds of intoxicants mostly alcohol, treats her like shit, and throw all kinds of insensitive tantrums at her. She tolerated it all because of her 5-year-old son.
Talking about my Bengali neighbour bhabhi, in general, Bengali ladies are known for their beauty and that is what she was. With her dusky skin tone and well-toned body, she could make anyone’s head turn. The only thing I couldn’t understand was how someone treated such a goddess like that. Seems like alcohol just doesn’t destroy your body.
I will leave the part about how we started talking, how we became friends, etc because no one is here to read that. But it is to be mentioned that we had become good friends.
In our society, the roofs of all the houses are separated just by a small boundary wall and that is how most housing societies are here. My room is on the 1st floor accompanied by the roof on both sides.
One day, it was 10 pm and I was frustrated from work about something and was walking madly on the roof talking on the phone in a frustrated voice. Maybe she heard me from her house and she came to the roof and politely asked me what the matter was and if everything was ok?
I said “nothing” in a rude tone and left from there. After half an hour, I heard a knock on my room door. I opened the door and saw my Bengali neighbour bhabhi standing there in a silky body-hugging nightgown dress with sweets (rasgulla – Bengali’s favorite sweet). In a very light voice, she said, “Here, take this. It will improve your mood so that no one will hear you from downstairs.”
But all I could focus was on her nipples poking through her gown! I don’t know what came over me, I just pushed her quickly to the walls and started kissing her neck which she didn’t like at all. She pushed me back with tears in her eyes saying all men are the same which hit me hard. She then went away.
I was ashamed of myself thinking that what I was doing was the same as her husband. After 15 minutes, I texted her, “I am feeling guilty. Can you please come up? I want to talk.”
I waited for half an hour and then she came. I didn’t say anything. I just held her waist firmly in my arm, pulled her close and kissed her lips to which she didn’t respond. I went close to her ears and whispered, “I am really sorry but not for what I am about to do.”
I started sucking her earlobes and put my tongue in her ear surroundings. Her hold on me got tight. I knew she was liking it. I whispered again, “I want to love you.” To which she said, “Not happening ever.” (teasingly)
But I was so not ready to let her go. I took her to my room. I could easily see the nervousness and a bit of hesitation on my Bengali neighbour’s face. I pulled her up and took her in my lap to which she said, “Let me go.”
I started kissing and sucking her neck while caressing her whole body. I noticed she was pushing her body into mine more tightly although she was saying don’t do it. I stopped and looked into her eyes for five seconds which were clearly saying, “Don’t stop.”
I held her face and started kissing her lips and the moment I started fondling her breast, she also started to respond. Whenever I pressed her nipples, she kissed me harder or bit me firmly which was turning me insane. I was caressing her breast with one hand and the other was grabbing her ass.
After a few minutes, I opened her gown and I couldn’t believe her curvy figure. She was hot as hell. I pushed her on the bed and opened my t-shirt and took her feet and started sucking her toe. I was sucking all around her feet to which she giggled. Slowly, I went up kissing and pinching the inside of her thighs and all she could do was moan or bite the pillow so that no one could hear her.
I kissed her pussy from above her panty and could totally feel the warmth there. I slid her panty down just to see how godly she was wet. Slowly, I licked her pussy from the bottom to the top. The Bengali housewife was breathing heavily and gasping.
I reached my hand on her nipples and started playing with it other was on her inner thighs while I was licking her pussy. My Bengali neighbour started to push my head harder. The moment I touched and pressed her clit with my tongue, she started telling me, “Ahh.. stop! I am losing my mind.”
But I didn’t stop at all. Instead, I held her waist down and went harder on her. I was licking, sucking and pulling it firmly with my lips. She lost it and stopped controlling her moaning. She was moaning heavily now and crushing my head between her hot thighs in between. I was loving it.
While licking her thick drenched glory hole, I would teasingly pinch her thighs. This went on for another 7-8 minutes when she gasped and orgasmed very hard. When she orgasmed, she pulled my hair very tightly.
I brought my face up to see her. The Bengali neighbor bhabhi had her eyes closed and was caressing her own body with her hand. What a beauty she was!
She then pulled me up and started kissing and hugging me. She locked her legs on my waist and started giggling saying no one had licked her down there before. I was surprised but the kind of joy on her face made me realise she was not lying.
Then she asked me to turn off the lights. I was totally naked in her arms, rolling in bed under the blanket. She started touching my dick, circling it with her fingers while her legs locked on my waist. I slid myself a bit down and started playing with her lovely Bengali boobs and nipples. I started sucking and biting her nipples. She would resist and tell me not to go so hard although she was totally liking it. When I would bite, I could tell this by her hold on my dick.
After some time, I went near her face and started licking her to which she started smiling. After a few minutes of playing with each other, she asked me, “Don’t you wanna do it?” and started laughing. I teasingly said, “No no, you should go, it is so late.”
She angrily said, “Just fuck me with this and drove me wild.”
I pulled both her legs, put a pillow below her waist and put my dick above her pussy and started teasing her. She kept trying to push my dick in her, but I wasn’t letting her. I was giving her an evil smile.
After a few seconds, she started talking in a baby voice which melted me totally. I push my dick into the Bengali bhabhi’s heavenly door. She was wet and her warm pussy started gripping my dick the moment I started thrusting her. Although I was not very large and was just around 5.7, my girth was around 5.9 or 6. And the grip of her warm pussy was sucking the soul out of my dick. She then pulled me on top of her and started biting my neck and caressing my back.
I held her face and started kissing her while pushing into her. She was moaning in my mouth and when I would push harder, she would moan harder in my mouth while holding my neck tighter. I wanted her to turn to change the position but she didn’t. She said that she wanted to face me while getting fucked.
So I sat and took her in my lap and started pushing into her deeper. She was also thrusting herself down. She was holding my shoulder with one hand and with the other hand, she was trying to reach my ass which she failed. So, she just grabbed my hair.
While deep inside my married neighbour bhabhi, I also started touching and rubbing her clit to which she started responding by scratching my back. Her firm breasts pressed hard on my chest. After 10-12 minutes, she orgasmed. The way her pussy contracted and pulled me in, I also orgasmed within 20 seconds after she did.
We both fell on the bed on each other. We didn’t say anything, we just lay there in each other’s arms, caressing each other. After a few minutes, she said, “Thank you for making me feel loved again after so long.”
I said, “You are very beautiful and I have never felt this much intimacy with even my ex-girlfriend in the past. I don’t know what kind of feeling is this.”
After she left, all kinds of different thoughts started coming into my mind. I texted her saying, “I can’t sleep. Did we do wrong? You are married.”
She replied, “Even I can’t sleep. Not because I cheated, but because of how you made me feel. I am tired of being treated like shit and I don’t want to, anymore.”
To be continued.
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