“Deep inside every woman hides a secret slut, looking to break out.” She said.
“Yet girls act so virtuously in public!” I commented, cranking the engine.
“Coz of social norms. Believe me, they want handsome strong men, romancing them, catering to their desires.” She revealed, hopping on to the passenger seat.
I’ve never had such an insightful conversation with anyone let alone with Bhabi. It was beyond my comprehension. Before Bhabi that I was oblivious to feminine needs. Apparently girls liked me coz I was a safe bet with a place to host.
“For instance my bestie’s alcoholic hubby can’t impregnate her. She absolutely loves the feeling of getting filled up, by a handsome strong man.” She divulged.
Few days later I discovered that her best friend, Leena was pregnant. Bhabi stroked the gear lever until I put my hand over hers. She just gave me a dreamy look. Then as we pulled up to the driveway, she placed a affectionate, peck on my lips softly!
“You know my friends taunt at me, right!” She complained.
“How come!” I asked curiously opening her door.
“They think tho I chose well, I’m missing out…. on… real… fun!” She hinted.
“What ….. ”
“They think I shouldn’t seek elsewhere …. I’m overlooked at home.!” She confessed.
“You get enough attention, these days?” I asked, squeezing her hand softly.
“Bhabi needs to be tended properly!” She scolded me by a gentle slap on my face.
Getting off the jeep, she removed the cloth from her bosom. She looked at me then sat on the bench to unbuckle her high heels. As she parted her knees, her mini skirt rode up. Yellow lace panties emerged clearly, that barely contained her sex. Excusably I squatted in front of her to tie my shoes. Bhabi reciprocated by splaying her knees, so I could ogle her generously. We both were playing the proverbial game of, “look but don’t touch.” As she started a sensual walk to the house I was mesmerized. Bhabi was happy with the attention she was receiving. She was content that, I saw her now!
“I’m not just his wife, I’m YOUR “Hot-Bhabi too!” She said aloud, getting up.
“Yes, Bhabi …. ” I replied hesitantly.
“Don’t overthink sweetie! He’s coming soon.” She replied looking at wedding ring.
For the longest, I had ignored Bhabi. During following days, she poured her heart out. I had long buried my intentions but now, her provocations warranted action!
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My parents were going to the capital city to receive my brother. That gave us an opportunity to be alone for 3 days. In the past, whenever my parents left, I organized dance parties. Sometimes her friends and I hooked up at these parties. She’d phone friend’s parents to let them stay overnight. In exchange I took her shopping wherever she wanted.
Routinely I sent her to my Gf’s place on party nights. Inadvertent effect of her association with them was that she became more flamboyant. Generally she wore deep necked traditional blouses only. But as her attitude shifted she started exhibiting her fine curves clad in tight attires in routine. She got into habit of soliciting my comments on her look openly. In hot weather she’d adorn her perky tits in, almost see thru shirt and tight ass in short skirts. When confronted, she reasoned that usually it’s just us. And before moving to Canada she needed to get comfortable in revealing outfits!
“I see you ogle, when I walk around?” She said.
“I do! But ……” I complained fictitiously.
“Ah I see! You wanna see more…… then…. privately?” She joked point blank.
“Well! Don’t blame me if something unintended happens.” I warned her jokingly.
She smiled at my direct jokes now. She admitted to being jealous of her friends that I had banged. Up to this point our interactions had been mostly harmless naughty flirting. But now they evolved into explicit conversations bordering sexual overtures. We had always subdued our sexual attraction but now she was hitting on me openly. My affection turned into lust, when she handed me a lingerie magazine.
“Everyone pays a price for advancement Devar jee!” She said biting her lips.
“I know! Whats yours?” I asked.
“Marrying into your family. Now take me ……….. shopping.” She ordered.
The first time we went out shopping, the store staff thought we were married. She clung to me, blushing the whole time like a shy bride. When she needed my opinion, she sneaked me into the to try room. She blew me away in lingerie by making poses. She swirled around, showing off her assets proudly. While checking the fabric, I accidentally touched her. She grabbed my hands and cemented them on her waist. She gasped when I bent her over but didn’t object. She just stayed put as I felt her warm ass, letting out deep breaths. Like a shy bride she played along. This event blew up the fake facade of our relationship. It sparked a remarkable conversation setting us on an extraordinary path!
“This was a nice date! You should take me …. often ………. out.” She word played.
“Should take you whenever I can …..!” I replied emphasizing, “Take.”
“We thank you!” She said looking down at her cleavage, titillating me further.
The elders of family in their infinite wisdom had designated me to her on day one. Besides, my jealous brother was an absentee.
As we got closer to home, she confessed.
“I married your rich brother for status and migration to Canada!” She said.
“I know Gopi! But did you plan this shopping trip tho?” I asked abruptly.
“Yes! It’s your duty to take me!” She replied emphasizing on “take” again.
“Oh! And you liked my choices then?” I asked purposely.
“Yes! Love lace panties with slits and open hole bras, you picked out.” She giggled.
As we drove off, she explained me the rights of a new bride. Finally told me how a Devar needs to take care of Bhabi, when her hubby’s absent. The intriguing lecture was tearing my sense of duty and trust, family and lust!
“Bhabi! You’re still a new bride?” I asked rambling, pulling the car aside.
“Yes! And that’s a problem!” She said aloud.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, But you’re pure sex!” I submitted, nervously.
“Thanks, but I need more than compliments!” She said slapping my thigh.
I had bottle of whiskey in the vehicle. Clearly we needed it to calm us after this erotic situation. As soon as we got home she walked me into her bedroom. The lingerie shopping had left us aroused. She nervously sat on the edge of the bed gathering her thoughts. Drinks had gotten her over awkwardness as she started talking. She eluded to dressing conservatively after my brother’s departure to avoid being dubbed as a married slut. But my girlfriends had encouraged her to open up. She declared that she didn’t care anymore and wanted to enjoy. She demonstrated the long cloth she’d used to wrap her ample tits.
“It’s a crime to confine a beautiful bust!” I complained jokingly.
“Mama says, beauty is for all to admire.” She revealed.
“Oh yeah what else does she say?” I figured, I ask.
“She says, spread the youth to attain good karma.” She replied splaying her legs.
She disclosed she loved dressing scantily. Talking explicitly to make my dates comfortable. She had captured my attention as I admired her magnificence. Bhabi had a tendency to go unhinged after drinks. So I wasn’t surprised when she unbuttoned her blouse. Her glorious nipples shone thru holes of a skimpy yellow lace bra jutting out.
“Am I less sexier than any of your women?” She complained.
“Nope! On the contrary, you’re a sexy goddess.” I responded shamelessly.
“I’m told you’ve plunged into taboo things lately.” She beckoned.
“Yes, I bang hot aunties and their daughters.” I giggled.
“THIS is the lowest hanging forbidden fruit!” She joked pointing towards her boobs.
This was the most erotic scene yet. I knew this was drunk talk, in a sort of possessed state. I stood dumbfounded by her bold overture, contemplating what to do next. It wasn’t that i hadn’t seen this coming, but I wasn’t ready for it yet. With her eyes closed she moved her hand to her crotch.
“You’ve married my step-brother!” I commented.
“Tradition calls for shared responsibility!” She said jiggling her boobs slightly.
I was so busy chasing others that I neglected her. It never occurred to me that, I was nominated. She went quiet as I admiringly drooled over her sexy body. She knew I was hovering over her soaking, in all of her beauty. So she didn’t bother cover up, rather relaxed and slid her hand under the dress. I hung outside to hear her moan, while stroking myself. Clearly it was time to escalate things between us!
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First night started as usual and after dinner I went upstairs to the roof. While pacing aimlessly, I discovered that the guest ensuite downstairs was completely visible through the skylight. As I pondered, the bathroom lights came on and Bhabi entered. This was the first time ever, I saw her in a pink see thru negligé. Soon thereafter she dropped her gown, boasting her shapely figure in totality. The first thing I noticed was how fat her cunt was. Her pussy lips were swollen, reminding me that she’d be tight. I loved fucking but this was the cutest pussy ever, and I wanted it.
Then she sat down on the bathing chair splaying her legs wide. Suddenly the most elusive, fine sex was before me. She lathered her kitty, while I savored the fine folds of her married cunt. She shaved her kitty meticulously, gazing at the window. It felt as if she wanted to be seen when she giggled. Instinctively I started stroking my cock. Up to this point It all seemed innocent but what I saw next blew my mind. She grabbed a glass dildo and started fucking herself frantically.
This erotic act continued the next day. The space around skylight was cordoned off with small flower pots. As I peeped in, a pot tripped over accidentally. It drew Bhabi’s, attention causing her to pause briefly. Worrying she may have seen me I hurried downstairs. As soon as she came out I went back to the same bathroom. Surprisingly she had left red panties on the hook. Without thinking, I deposited my load in it. Bhabi went back to collect it giving me a massive smile on the way.
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