These are some of my experiences with my Bhabhi. I want all the male members to imagine themselves in my place and all the female members to imagine themselves as my Bhabhi. Let me be your devar.
My Bhabhi is a typical Indian housewife who married a guy who earns a lot and takes care of his family. We are a joint family, and she is my cousin’s wife. She has a decent-shaped body with the right amount of flesh in the right places. She can turn anyone on just by rolling over her eyes.
She has got that rustic look. At first glance, she looks so innocent and straightforward, but hormones play a crucial role in anyone’s life.
It all started on a summer day when I played in the garden. Just behind the garden, there was the room of my Bhabhi. So while I was playing, I dropped my key there. Later in the evening, I came to look out for it. I saw that the window of her room was opened a little.
I tried not to make any sound and peep inside. What I saw that day was the start of my journey of desire with my Bhabhi. I saw she was feeding her 3-month-old kid. She was sweating, and the sweat flowed from her neck towards her cleavage.
Her eyes closed, and her kid was continuously sucking on her left tit. Her right tits and nipples were covered with her saree. But I can see the milky white side boobs. She was wheatish in colour but true to all Indians. Her inner body was fair like milk.
I was stuck there and kept touching my dick and enjoying it as much as possible. From that day, that garden was my home. I used to be there always and wait for a chance to see that again. But only 3-4 times I got that view. Bhabhi used to close every window regularly.
I then used to sniff her bra, panty, and whatever little aroma I used to get. That was enough for my masturbation’s imagination.
On a family function day, everyone was getting ready and busy with work. I was busy thinking of ways to explore more. I had many plans and tried to execute whichever was possible. I came to know that Bhabhi had come out of her bathroom.
I pretended all the other bathrooms were full and needed to use that. Bhabhi was a little reluctant. But she allowed me as the house had so much hustle and bustle for this function. When I went inside, I didn’t know why and how the aroma of the bathroom when girls leave it is the best and most heavenly.
If you have a sensual feeling for that girl, it multiplies 10 folds. So my dick was erect as soon as I entered. I started to search for her innerwear, which she had opened a while ago. I saw a panty and bra, so I started to sniff, and it had a strong odour of her piss and vaginal discharge.
After having a great masturbation session, I left the bathroom. I stuffed the bra and panty deep within. I just wanted to ensure she didn’t know I had touched it, so I pushed it to the bottom of that bin.
Whenever and wherever I got a chance, I stared at my Bhabhi’s cleavage and tried to make physical contact with her. Returning her kid from my arms to her, crossing her into the kitchen. Seeing her cuts when she bends down to pick up her kid. All such events are part of my daily life.
I used to be careful and increase interaction on her period days. She used to get irritated by small things. I used to get her chocolate and cake saying I went to market, so I got these for your kid. All these were a slow bribe to my Bhabhi.
I was sure these were nothing compared to what my Bhabhi would treat me with. On one such conversation in her period days, she looked damn tired with pain. It was at noon after lunch. So her in-laws and the rest of us were sleeping or busy. I just sat with my Bhabhi and started a slow conversation.
Me: Kya hua, Bhabhi? (What happened, Bhabhi?)
Talking about the period is still taboo in many places.
Bhabhi: Kuch nahi, bus thak gayi kaam karke. (Nothing much, I am tired.)
Me: Kuch help chahiye toh boliye, aj free hu waise bhi. (If you need help, tell me, I am free today.)
Bhabhi: Nahi aesa toh kuch nahi hai. Bus thoda sa uneasy feel ho raha hai (There is nothing, in particular, just feeling a bit uneasy.)
Me: Periods chal rahe hai apke? (Is this the time of your period.)
She was dumbstruck by this simple question. She never expected this to come from me. But at the same time, she was a little educated. So to sound open-minded, she had to accept this from my mouth.
Bhabhi: Hmm…
Me: Arre toh ap rest lo na 2-3 din. Main kar dunga saare kaam. (Then you should take rest for 2-3 days. I will do the needful.)
Bhabhi: Arre nahi, yeh normal hai, har month hota hai. Nayi cheez nahi hai. (No problem, this happens every month. Not a big deal.)
Me: Toh bhaiya apki help nahi karte iss time? (Your husband doesn’t help you during this time?)
I was taking advantage to sound like your partner doesn’t care, and I do.
Bhabhi: Na, uski zaroorat toh nahi hoti.(No, it doesn’t require much involvement.)
Me: Fir bhi care and help toh minimum hai jo ap deserve karte ho. Mujhe yeh bohut kharab lagta hai dekhkar ki iss time bhi ap itna kaam kar rahe hai. Maine sunna hai ki pain bohut hota hai. Par experience to nahi kar paunga, par apki help zarur karunga. Apko jo bhi bolna ho ap bol sakte hai, I wont mind.
(Still, care and basic help can be done. I know you will be feeling a lot of pain. So at least basic help can unburden you.)
Bhabhi: Thank you, bhaiya. Par abhi toh kaam khatam ho gaya hai. Main bata dungi jaisa hi kuch hua toh. Apki girlfriend ya wife khush hogi jan kar ki ab itne kind and caring ho.
(Thank you, but now my work is done for today. I will tell you the next time. Your wife/girlfriend will be blessed to have you.)
Me: Sirf gf aur wife kyu bhabhi? Aap khush nahi ho kya? (Why only wife/bf? Are you not blessed to have me?)
Bhabhi: Arre nahi main bhi khush hu. Tumhare bhaiya itna nahi sochte hai, care karte hai. Par tumne bol na ki iss time zyada attention chahiye hota hai, toh woh sahi bola. (No, I am blessed. Just how you gave attention to a girl during this period is quite nice.)
Me: Arre isme kya hai. Yeh toh bohut simple baat hai. Aap tension na lo. Aap kabhi bhi aesa situation mein ho ki ap bhaiya ko kuch bol nahi sakte aur help chahiye toh mujhe bol dena. Main hu na. (Any time you are in a situation where you cannot express it to your husband, you can share it with me.)
Now let me share a direct sexual incident with my Bhabhi. This was in the kitchen. Bhabhi was cooking the meal, drenched in sweat and saree tucked into the side. I can see the sweat dripping down her neck and on side waist. I went to the kitchen and grabbed Bhabhi from behind.
One hand on the waist and another on one of the breasts. I started to lick the sweat from her neck. She felt the chill, and I observed a vibration in her body. She was silent because she knew she was my property. I licked her clean and cool from around her neck and cheeks.
From neck to cleavage and then to the cheeks, I licked everywhere. My hands caressed her waist and slowly pressed her boobs. The moment I would press her huge melons, she would stop the work, pause, and enjoy it. My dick was getting hard. I was trying to search the ass crack and enter.
I turned Bhabhi and directly started to suck her mouth. Her lips, tongue, mouth, one by one, I sucked everything. My hands circled her round ass. I picked her up and pushed her on the slab in a moment. The utensils started to fall and make so much noise. But we 2 were submerged in lust, and we didn’t care.
We like to have our session wild yet sensual. After making her sit, I raised her saree from below and licked her inner thighs. She had a dark patch on both of her inner thighs. The taste mixed with wet pussy, sweat, and vaginal fluid was suffocating sexual for me.
I bit her lips from outside the underwear and teased her till she screamed at me. Whenever she screamed, I used to come out and bite her lips or nipples to divert her pussy pain to somewhere else. I pulled down her panties. Then she purposefully pushed my head inside her pussy, knowing it was smelly and wet.
I was choking for some seconds. But the moment I had control, I pushed my lips deep inside her pussy. In that way, I will have control over myself. I kept on tongue fucking her again and again, in and out, until she flowed with my rhythm.
Until she didn’t open her eyes, I kept on doing the same motion with my fingers spreading the pussy lips wide. After a while, I took out my tongue and placed it on her clit, and started to tease her. First, with slow motion of up and down just to make sure a single vibration is given to the clit.
Once I was done building the pace and controlling her to my will, I started a full round motion on her clits. Gradually I increased the pace, and her eyes started rolling up. She was searching for things to hold and scream. I slowly slid my finger, the tiny one inside her pussy, and kept it there to support her orgasms.
Let’s take a pause here, friends, and check the response. I am too eager to express myself and let you all enjoy.