Literotic asexstories – Three nights with Billi Bhabi by Johny3727,Johny3727
# Abbreviations:
1: Bhabi (Brother’s wife)
2: Devar (Husband’s younger brother)
3: Jeth (Husband’s Older brother)
4: BIL (Brother in law)
5. Jee (Verbal respect)
6: SIL (Sister in law)
7: Billi (Brown – hazel eyed Cat)
# Cultural background:
Finding an affluent family to marry a woman, into takes patience and planning in India. It’s a great honor if you’re approached by an influential family. Otherwise women aspire and often conspire to become part of a upper strata. Once married though, they’re expected to follow family protocols. Familial hierarchies dictate how much she interacts with whom. She’s judged by how well her bonding is with the family. Sometimes she deploys unusual tactics to secure her position in the family.
New brides usually distance themselves from the Jeth. But if she gets a handsome, BIL then things are different. Some closeness between Bhabi and Devar is to be expected. Bhabi teases and titillates a bachelor Devar for fun usually. However this attitude sometimes leads her to become his sexual conquest!
# Marriage customs:
Seating the Devar in new bride’s lap has a hidden practical meaning. This cleverly disguised tradition actually puts her hubby on a notice. This ritual symbolizes a substitution claim for Bhabi. Family lines up Devar for husband’s duties to keep the family going. It’s rare but it all happens, seamlessly without anyone’s knowledge!
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It was the late 80’s, beginning of 90’s and our family was one of the most prominent ones in a college town. My Dad had married twice. once for family and once for love. Our family was traditional but modern. He built a large house that included several guest en-suites. Though It was built adequately a design flaw had rendered it dark from the inside. The contractor corrected it by building skylights into the roof discretely. However this left one of the guest en-suites completely exposed.
### Engagement.
My oldest step-brother had been smitten by a hazel eyed temptress. Although she was from my college their engagement posed problems. Both my moms were opposed to a girl from an ordinary family. Since best practice is to research the girl, they tasked me to do it. Bhabi knew I banged her besties often. She tried to hide her dating past in vain. The besties had revealed that my would-be Bhabi was a closeted freak. Way before engagement her bestie had sent us on a date. We almost hooked up, and I would’ve taken her too, except our plans got spoiled!
She was worried about her betrothal. Her future was in jeopardy so, she sent for me. We met a few times at our farmhouse in a cordial environment. We established a unique rapport fairly quickly. We discussed few options and eventually found, “Mutually beneficial arrangement.” She’ll hook me up with girls I fancied and I’ll keep my mouth shut. But how do we honor our agreement? To resolve this issue her bestie Leena, suggested a totally unorthodox solution.
Given that we already had an affinity, she proposed we pose for incriminating pictures. Provocative proof would keep us both in check. She sat Gopi Bhabi in my lap wearing a thin silk chemise. Gopi’s ass in boy shorts laid on my increasing bulge. Finally bestie put my right hand on her tits while tucking my left into her shorts.
“Pose like we’re porn stars.” She directed.
Then she asked me to kiss her. This was our first skin on skin contact, sparking an uninhibited chat. I felt her heat, while my hand roamed over her tits. She comfortably letting me feel all over, while enjoying my touch.
“You know I’ll always be there for you as a Bhabi?” She proposed.
“Yes Gopi, Be my Bhabi friend though?” I asked.
“Yes. We’ll have a similar ritual at my wedding?” She replied with open eyes.
“I’ll make the best of it, and surprise you.” I responded.
We were so aroused that she had to watch me bang her bestie thru the curtains. Since there was no privacy, I could make her out playing with herself.
## About Bhabi:
Bhabi was a fair skinned sexy bombshell with a beautiful smile. She had an oval face with the right splash of pink on high cheek bones. Perfectly shaped pouty lips, long brown hair and hazel eyes. Bhabi was absolutely drop dead gorgeous diva with a slender 5 feet 6ish frame. She was a perfect 10, based on her curves alone. Her 34A-24-36, bust could give a dead man an instant erection. In fact she was dubbed as a “Sexy Billi” by the collegiate. Ideally she deserved a better match, instead she got a below average stubby man!
Despite coming from a lack luster, joint family, Bhabi had inherited her mom’s bodaciousness. She had surpassed her mama in beauty and grace. Her mother had been handpicked as a personal assistant to a foreign technocrat. The story was that while Interning for the same boss her parents had gotten married. Bhabi impressed my mom fairly quickly. Obviously my brother was oblivious to our arrangement.
## Honeymoon.
Bhabi was dutiful wife so she didn’t object when my brother asked me to document their honeymoon. They treated me like an invisible videographer, tagging along. When my brother gave Bhabi lingerie to wear, she obliged. Unbeknownst to him, I had seen her in such attires already. Unknowingly he emboldened her also by watching porn with open door. She didn’t flinch when he fondled her in my presence either.
By the end of honeymoon she had manipulated him into total submission. She got him down on his knees to kiss her sexy feet. He was spellbound, under her thumb. He worshiped her like a sexy goddess, while she remained uninhibited. On several occasions she sat on his face. I saw her flash her kitty to tease me. This happened every time he got drunk. After honeymoon my brother left and she went back to being a modest housewife.
This wasn’t the first time I had seen something like this, though. My first encounter with Bhabi’s hidden lewdness came at a college fete. This is back when I was wooing her. We sat across each other filling forms, a few feet apart. My pen slid off accidentally. As I got under the table to pick it up, I noticed her black panties were clearly visible. Since It wasn’t crowded I decided to go under again. However this time she opened up her legs generously to give me a better view. When I came up she just gave me a cute smile.
##
Everybody deals with life changing events differently. And for us it was Bhabi moving in with us after engagement. Dad had instructed me to teach her driving. So whenever I dropped her off at her village she’d practice. For safety reasons I made her sit in my lap to drive. It wasn’t a problem since we’g gotten pretty close.
“This reminds me of the wedding day lap ritual!” She remarked.
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“I loved how you, gently rubbing your back on my chest?” She flirted.
“I was merely welcoming the new bride with a “tasteful personal touch.” I joked.
“More of a lustful touch. Just as your thing is poking me right now!” She laughed.
Naturally we liked each other’s company. I wanted to get laid a lot more and she helped. She had her fun too, on the down low. Neither of us wanted to upend our lifestyle and she was very appreciative.
“You’re an amazing Bhabi!” I thanked her.
“Thanks! And I’m proud of my stud Devar?” She complimented, hopping into my lap.
“Why?” I asked in seriousness.
I don’t know what it was about me that girls liked. Maybe it was my affluent family background or my mannerism? Maybe It was my reputation but I never got rejected.
“I hardly persuade anyone. Girls convince other girls!” She said, “Feel my pride puffing up?” She suddenly, planted my hands on her full bosom, while steering.
“Awe!” I said, unable to resist squeezing her warm fullness feeling her perky nipples.
“This makes driving fun.” She said grinding her butt on my growing bulge.
I respected her and she showed gratitude by driving my dates over. Occasionally she’ll bring a guy friend along. We could see each other through farmhouse curtains. She saw me bang girls as I saw her being manhandled. She had seen me naked and in her eyes I was a proper “Stud.” I complimented her in tight, revealing, sexy clothes. Before heading home we always sat down to have a drink and chat.
“Bhabi why do you bring guy friends here??” I asked candidly.
“I can tell you all! But you can’t judge me?” She asked nervously.
“I promise.” I said looking straight at her.
Our inhibitions were already at the lowest level, as we had done things together.
And this made us have an amazing conversation.
“Technically, Devar’s duty bound to keep an eye on Bhabi. Plus I wanna be under Devar’s …….. watchful eyes, for discretion and safety ……” She answered coyly, emphasizing “Under.”
“Oh! What about hubby?” I voiced my concern.
“Well, he’s a permissive hubby and it’s all up to me!” She blurted!, “Besides god didn’t give me this sexy body to waste?” She asked swirling towards me.
I didn’t know how to respond so I brushed her cheek affectionately, as she settled in my lap. I told her we made a good team, and I wouldn’t snitch on her. As an appreciation she put my hands on her bosom. I gave her a peck on her face.
Finally walking towards the vehicle she asked:
“What’s holding us back?” She asked.
“I don’t know.” I responded asking her a question, that completely blew me away!
“But I can take you, somewhere special?” I word played a double meaning question.
“Take me! Wherever you want Devar Jee!” She replied emphasizing on “Take.”
“Oh my sweetest Bhabi!” It’s all I said grabbing the gear lever.
This wasn’t our first foray into an intimate conversation either. In fact every time we had spoken before, we had opened up, more. Progressively we were getting intimately bolder. Finally It dawned on me that she pleasured herself when I banged her freaky friends. Strangely she liked me watching her with others too.
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