Hi all, this is Suresh from Chennai. I am 27 years old and have been reading stories from this website for almost a decade. So, I am finally here to submit my own story, which just happened with my house owner’s wife. She was the kind of woman most guys like us dream about fucking – a hard-core MILF or bhabhi.
I am a virgin boy working in an MNC company with a manageable salary. I am 27 and an average-looking man who hasn’t touched any girl except my college senior’s boobs and pussy a very long time ago. After that session, I never touched a girl. But I have always had a thing for married women who are always ready to spread their legs and let us play.
Coming to the story:
My family lives in a rented house, but in a metropolitan city like Chennai, the rent is very high for me, so I tried to find a place far from the main area. Luckily, I found a house. The owner’s name is Vijay and his wife’s name is Uma. They have two kids, and his elderly mother also lives there, but she can’t walk.
When I moved in, Uma was eight months pregnant. After I shifted, she went to her mom’s house to give birth, so I didn’t have an idea about her. Later, after a few months, I heard that she had returned, but I still hadn’t seen her.
About Uma’s house routine: her two kids study in school. Her husband works in an office like me, but the good thing is that I’m a work-from-home associate. So, I am mostly at home with my parents.
One rainy day, my parents weren’t home. I was home alone. My mom had advised me to take in all the clothes hanging on the terrace. I ran up and grabbed all the clothes, but it started to rain. Uma was also rushing to the terrace like me to get her clothes.
As it was already raining, she was already wet. For the first time, I looked at her tits and saw her nipples pointing behind her nightgown. Wow, I never noticed when she was pregnant. This was the first time I had seen her with such a rocking figure.
She was around 34, with a size of 38-28-36. Wow, I had never seen such a hot bhabhi in my life. When I saw her, my gun started to load bullets. Fuck, I had to control myself, so I just covered my dick with the clothes and ran down to my house.
My house is on the first floor and hers is on the ground floor, so she had to run to her house. But as it was raining heavily, she forgot her clothes and just ran along with me, standing at my doorstep. She was fully wet, and her dress was sticking to her body parts, making them more visible.
I invited her into my house.
Uma: “No, pa, I can’t come in. I’m already wet and your parents aren’t home.”
Me: “It’s okay, bhabhi. You’re wet and shivering; please come in. I’ll get you a towel.”
After a few minutes, the rain didn’t stop, so she agreed and came into my home.
Two good things: one, my mom and dad would come back late at night, and two, her kids were at school and her husband was at the office.
I hadn’t planned to fuck her, but the climate, the power cut, and my inner self pushed me at that moment. I let her stand in the hall, went to my room, and got an old towel of mine to give to her.
She grabbed it from my hands, smiled at me, and said, “Thanks, da.”
I told her to wait there and that I’d be back in a few minutes. She said okay and started wiping her wet face and hands. Meanwhile, I was peeking from my room. She didn’t notice me.
I noticed a small drop of water rolling from her head to her cheek, then to her neck, and then traveling down into her cleavage. Wow. It was a deep cleavage; since she had just given birth to her child, her boobs were huge.
I walked back and said, “Bhabhi, I haven’t seen you in the past few months. I’m so happy to see you again.”
She smiled and said, “Yeah, me too. I thought you were at work.”
I said, “I’m on WFH.”
She said, “Okay. The power is also out; it will take some time to come back. So, if you don’t mind, can I stay for a few more minutes?”
I made a bold move then. “Sure, bhabhi… how could I say no to you? It’s a pleasure to see you for a few more minutes.”
She looked at me with an angry face and asked, “What?”
Me: “Bhabhi, sorry. I was trying to say something, but I can’t refuse you. You look so hot. I… I can’t hold myself.”
Bhabhi: She laughed and said, “Are you just trying to say I look hot and you can’t control yourself?”
Me: “Yes, bhabhi.”
Bhabhi: “It’s normal at your age. Also, I know I’m sexy, and if you have any interest in coming closer, I wouldn’t be smiling like this, Suresh.” Her voice got tense.
Me: “Sorry, Uma. I shouldn’t have said that, but sorry.”
We both looked straight at each other for a few minutes, and it was still raining outside. I stepped forward and kissed her lips. She pushed me after a minute.
I just started apologizing to her. “Sorry, Uma, I couldn’t control myself. Please don’t take me the wrong way and don’t tell this to my parents.” She just stepped out of my house and went to her house.
After a few days, I was in a horrible mindset, wondering how things would go. I even thought about a police complaint. But after two months, on another day, I happened to meet her. My dad gave me some money to give to her for the water and maintenance fees for the house we live in.
As usual, no one was there. It was 2 pm., and since our house is located far from the main road, there’s usually no one around in the afternoon. So, there was no one to watch us at that time. After the rainy day, I never looked at her. So today, I had to go to her house to give her the money. I stepped into her house and was looking for her. No one was there; she was in her room, asleep.
I slowly walked towards her. Damn, not again. She was in bed, fully covered with a bedsheet. I walked towards her, calling her name, “Uma, Uma.”
She was in a deep sleep. I don’t know why, but without any fear, I just pulled her bedsheets. Shit. I never expected her to sleep wearing only a skirt, with no top or blouse. She was half-naked.
Suddenly, her child started to cry. Shit, she was braless, and I was in her room, standing in front of her. She just woke up and was surprised to see me.
I went to the hall. She put on her top, came out, took her baby, and went back into her room to breastfeed after asking me to wait. I was still at the doorstep.
After a few minutes, she called me. I went inside her house. She adjusted her dress and asked me,
Bhabhi: “Did you see my boobs, Suresh?!”
Me: “I came here to give the maintenance money, but my intention wasn’t that.”
Bhabhi: “You just said I look hot, and now you’re in my room staring at my boobs? Is this normal, or do you have some freaking intention?”
Me: “No, Uma. I just stepped in, and you were already without any inners, and the bedsheet was away from your body. I got shocked and didn’t know how to respond, so I froze.”
Bhabhi: “Just tell me, is anyone outside in our surroundings, Suresh?”
Me: “No, Uma. Luckily, no one.”
Bhabhi: “I know how you look at me all the time when you cross my house, but I never said anything. But you took advantage of me that day. Even though I never informed your parents or my husband, do you know what the reason is?”
Me: “No, Uma.”
She stepped in front of me and slapped me softly.
Bhabhi: “It’s been 14 months since I’ve had sex. After you kissed me, I felt something from you too; I even wanted to kiss you back. But as I’m a family woman, I just pretended to avoid it and walked away. But after a few days, when you were just looking at me, I developed a real interest in you. But I waited for you to make a move. You never approached me, like a scared cat.”
Me: “Uma, is it really true?”
She slapped me again, this time a little harder.
Bhabhi: “This is for making me wait for too long!”
I looked at her eyes. At that moment, I knew this was the time I was going to lose my virginity. Meanwhile, her husband was at the office, and her baby had just fallen asleep in the other room after having her milk.
Okay, this was the time. I just lifted her skirt and tried to push my dick into her. She pushed me onto the sofa and said, “Not so soon, baby. Let me teach you,” and started to undress me.
Now I was naked, and she told me to undress her too. Fuck, I had been waiting for this my whole life. I grabbed her top, her skirt, and undressed her. Man, she was like a milky cow. Her 38-size boobs just bounced when she giggled, and her navel was so perfect, like the Tesla symbol.
Her pussy was completely clean. She held my head, made me kneel, took her right leg, and placed it on the sofa, spreading her legs. It was really wet. She said, “You have to make me high. If you don’t, I won’t let you push your dick inside me.”
I smiled and started to lick her like a giant ice cream. She started to moan. I secretly felt that she was getting wetter, so I took the chance, started to grab her boobs, and began to drink her milk.
Fuck, I had never tasted milk like this before. After a few squeezes and sucks, she came to her senses and pushed me away, saying, “Just leave a little for my baby.”
I held her and pushed her onto the sofa, making her get into a frog-style position, and pushed my hard dick into her. At that moment, she shouted like a horror movie: “Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh…”
I didn’t stop. I started to pump my dick into her like a machine. She was in pleasurable pain.
After 15 minutes, I felt I was about to cum. She said, “It’s okay, I have some tablets. Just pull it all out inside me.”
Fuck, I just released my entire virginity into her. She was on the sofa, my face on her left boob, and I was holding her right boob with my hand. My dick was still inside her, and some of her juices had leaked onto the sofa. We both fell asleep, exhausted.
It was 3:30 p.m. when her baby started crying again, alerting us. Finally, we both woke up and got dressed again. It was almost time for her kids to return from school, so I left.
She held my hand and said,
Bhabhi: “If you want milk, please come anytime, baby.”
Me: “If you need an energy tonic, spread your legs always.”
We both laughed, and she kissed my lips. “Don’t ever say anything to anyone.”
I asked her the same and left her house. After that, we mostly had sex every day when we had a chance. The end is, after two years, she delivered a girl who looked exactly like me.