Previous Part: Kalindi Bhabhi Invaded My Friday Night – Part 1
We sat down on the floor of the living room like two kids playing board games. Kalindi’s nightgown was tucked up like a lungi. Every time she moved, I got a clear view of her perfectly waxed, clean-shaven pussy.
Chapter 2: The Board Game Tease Me Down
We were playing Ludo. Bhabhi rolled the dice and moved her pieces. Every lean forward made her nightgown slip slightly down, giving a sneak peek of those dusky breasts. She was not wearing any bra, though. Her nipples were dark, yet perfect like Hershey’s kisses.
Then we played cards. I tried to concentrate on my cards, but my eyes kept moving to her pussy. My dick was now standing hard like a light pole. She noticed me having a peek.
Bhabhi: Eyes up here, naughty boy! Stop staring there and play! (she teased).
Her wicked smile said she knew exactly what I was staring at. I tried focusing on the game. Failed miserably. With every glance, her thighs parted away a bit, on purpose, and her toes were now tickling my calf.
Bhabhi: Enough of the game, let’s narrate some horror stories. You want to go first?
Pratty: No, I can’t think of any. You start.
Bhabhi: Okay. When I was a kid, I used to hear a voice every night after everyone at home had fallen asleep. One day, the voice convinced me that he was a friendly ghost. So, I started chatting with him like we were friends. One night, it asked me to open the kitchen window, climb the shelf, and bring down the sugar jar. I did it. The next morning, the jar was missing, my mom was crying, and we found out there had been a theft. I spent years wondering why a ghost would steal a sugar jar.
Pratty: OMG. You, that’s scary!
Bhabhi: I know, right? Later, I discovered the truth: my mom had stashed her jewellery and cash inside it. It wasn’t a ghost but rather a thief. I had unknowingly assisted the thief! Indian women and their ways of saving things!
We fell on the floor in a laughing fit. She lay next to me. Suddenly, her hands were everywhere, tickling my ribs, brushing my chest. I resisted for a while by blocking her hands.
Bhabhi: Just play along, dear. For a while, let’s forget we’re adults (giggled). No boundaries, just like kids, live in those old times, let’s continue tickling.
I agreed. Her fingers went over my arms, my back, and even touched the bulge in my shorts once. My dick was standing painfully. I took this opportunity to tickle her, too.
Every laugh made her breasts jiggle under that thin nightgown fabric. I could see the outline of her boobies clearly, begging to be mouthed! She got very close to me. I couldn’t take it. I just thought, a few more seconds. I’ll go all sloppy on her. I didn’t want my feelings to topple on her.
My brain was screaming, ‘extended family, bro. This is definitely going to lead to a disaster!’ So I pushed her gently, said “sorry,” and went to the balcony like a coward.
I stared down at the street, trying to talk to my dick down: ‘Just play games, Pratty. Live in the nostalgia. Do NOT ruin your life with your cousin’s wife.’ One half of my brain said protest and say no, the other said let her make the next move, and then I will melt like butter.
Then she came behind me. Kept one hand on my shoulder, the other one gripped my arm tight. She got on her toes, rested her chin on my shoulder, and her soft, heavy breasts pressed against my back.
They felt warm, slightly moist and soft through the nightgown. I could feel her nipples poking. Her breath felt hot on my neck. There wasn’t anything as sexy as that.
Bhabhi: What are you thinking, Pratty?
Pratty: Nothing, Bhabhi! Just this view. It looks beautiful at night. (I lied)
Bhabhi: (giggled) You’re blessed with this high-rise flat. Great views. (Then she spotted the ice-cream shop across the street, still open at 2 AM) Let’s go and get ice cream!
Pratty: It’s too late. (I avoided going)
Bhabhi: I want it NOW (craving for it like a stubborn kid). I won’t take no for an answer!
I agreed. We left. Took the ice cream and began walking home wards while eating it. The whole way, she talked about Gaurav and his anger issues, leading to fights. Then she began comparing her married life to mine.
Bhabhi: I saw you and Anjali (eating a spoon of her chocolate ice cream), you always treat her like a queen. I miss that. (She fed me one spoon of her ice cream and intentionally touched my lips again). Wish I had married you instead. I sometimes wonder why my parents didn’t meet yours to fix my marriage instead of meeting Gaurav’s parents.
Pratty: (trying to be diplomatic) Grass is greener on the other side, Bhabhi. Every couple fights.
Bhabhi: (with anger in her eyes) Don’t give me that bullshit!
She got teary-eyed and stormed ahead, fast-walking home. I jogged behind her. Total awkward silence till we reached the flat. I was observing her all the way.
Her ass swayed, she took longer steps, and her gown was already all the way up. Her elliptical hair bun had a few spikes that felt like a rooster’s comb. In short, she looked like a scarecrow, a walking laughing stock.
Just a couple of people who were on the road stared at her. I tried hard to suppress my laugh! We got inside my home. She sat on the sofa and continued crying. I sat beside her and patted her back.
Pratty: Okay. Maybe you’re facing more than I am.
She leaned in, head on my shoulder, soaking my T-shirt with tears. Then she spilt more about her evil mother-in-law, creating rifts between them, about Gaurav insulting her in front of the baby.
Bhabhi: If this continues, my baby will grow up thinking I’m an irresponsible mother. Am I really one?
Pratty: Let it out, I’m listening to you.
Bhabhi: Can I hug you properly?
I froze as she said that. Before I could answer, she turned, swung her legs onto my thigh, and wrapped herself around me like a koala bear hanging on the sides of a tree. My thighs felt like a branch she rested her legs on.
Her breasts squeezed against my arm. Her head rested on my shoulder. Then she lifted her face, and her nose touched my cheek. Her warm breath grazed my cheeks. My half-erect dick poked her calf through my shorts.
Bhabhi: Turn your face towards me (whispered).
I did. It was a big mistake. She hugged me tighter. Our foreheads and noses touched. Her eyes were closed.
Bhabhi: Thank you (whispered).
Then she opened her mouth, hot breath touched my lips. I tried pulling back. She just whispered “please” and forcefully pulled me. Her soft lips pressed against mine. They had gone all moist and salty (due to her tears). I could smell some residual chocolate ice cream.
My heart was beating fast as I fought with two opinions in my head. Should I push my tongue inside her mouth? Or pull away? This mental storm got my face sweating. She stayed like a statue, just our lips touching. I pushed her legs aside and stood up, panting.
Pratty: What the hell was that, Bhabhi?
Bhabhi: Please, I’ve been starving for intimacy for years. Gaurav and I haven’t gotten intimate in five years since the baby. Five fucking years! I know you and Anjali are also facing an eclipse in your bedroom. She doesn’t let you touch her, right?
I stood there, dick standing painfully. Brain wrestling emotions.
Pratty: This is wrong. You’re my cousin’s wife. You have a baby. What example will you be setting for your child?
Bhabhi: (interrupting me) Shut up with the TED Talk! (Stood and came very close to me). I like you, Pratty. You’re my safe space. And yeah, maybe I want you to fuck me senseless tonight. Let’s relieve each other. No one has to know. (Smiling now) You said you’ve had sweet childhood memories with Gaurav and other cousins? How about some tangy ones with me? (winks).
I laughed. She had hit the perfect chord. I give up and pull her close to me. We’re now two horny sex-deprived people kissing each other brutally. She pulled my hand to her breasts. They felt warm, moist and squishy. I squeezed them. She moaned mid-kiss.
Our clothes flew off in seconds. We dived on the couch. She began kissing me all over! But that’s a story for the next chapter. Stay tuned!
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