Mera naam Aman hai, 25 saal ka, Mumbai mein job karta hoon. Bada bhai Rohan abroad rehta hai business ke liye, saal mein 2-3 baar aata hai. Bhabhi Priya, 28 saal ki, figure 36-28-40 – gore badan, bade-bade boobs jo hamesha tight blouse mein ubharte, aur woh moti rasili gaand jo saree ya leggings mein matak-matak kar mera deewana bana deti thi. Shaadi ke baad se hi main bhabhi ko pyar se zyada dekhta tha. Bhabhi ko bhi pata tha – kabhi muskurati, kabhi jaan bujhkar jhukti cleavage dikhati.
Bhaiya ke abroad rehne se bhabhi akeli thi. Main ghar par hi rehta tha parents ke saath. Raat ko dinner ke baad bhabhi mere room mein baatein karne aati. “Aman, tera bhaiya phone par bhi time nahi deta… tu hi mera sahara hai.” Main unko hug karta comfort ke liye, par har baar lund khada ho jaata unke garam badan se lipat kar.
Ek din bhabhi ki birthday thi. Bhaiya abroad the, maine unko surprise dinner par le gaya 5-star hotel mein. Candle light, wine, romantic music. Bhabhi red saree mein killer lag rahi thi – low back blouse, gaand ka shape saaf. Dinner ke baad bhabhi ne wine zyada pi li, aankhein madhosh. Hotel room book tha surprise cake ke liye.
Room mein jaate hi bhabhi ne mujhe hug kiya, “Aman… tu kitna caring hai… tera bhaiya kabhi aisa nahi karta.” Hug tight tha, unke boobs mere seene par dab rahe the. Maine himmat ki aur unke honthon par kiss kar diya. Bhabhi pehle shock hui, phir wild respond – jeebh se khelne lagi. “Aman… yeh galat hai… par main bhi taras gayi hoon pyar ki.”
Hum kiss karte rahe, haath badan par. Maine saree kholi – black lace bra panty. Bra utari – bade gore boobs, dark nipples khade hue. Maine ek ko muh mein liya, zor se choosa, kaata. Bhabhi chillayi, “Aah Aman… zor se… bana de apni randi!” Maine panty utari – shaved geeli chut. Do ungliyaan daal kar zor se pelne laga. Bhabhi ka paani beh gaya.
Bhabhi ne mera shirt-phaad diya, pant kholi. Mera 8-inch mota lund dekh kar aankhein phail gayi. “Kitna bada aur mota… tere bhaiya ka aadha!” Bhabhi ghutno par baith gayi, lund muh mein liya – deepthroat, gale tak, saliva se geela. Main unke baal pakad kar muh chodne laga. Bhabhi ki aankhon mein aansu aur pyar.
Phir bhabhi bed par let gayi, taange faila kar, “Pehle chut maar… phir gaand… aaj poori tarah teri hoon.” Maine chut mein daala – tight garam. Zor-zor se dhakke maare. Bhabhi chillayi, “Phad de Aman… apni bhabhi ki chut phaad de!” 30 minute tak missionary, doggy, cowgirl – bhabhi upar ride kar rahi thi, boobs hil rahe the, “I love you Aman… tu mera asli pati hai.”
Phir bhabhi ne ulta ho kar gaand upar ki, “Ab gaand maar… virgin hai… sirf tere liye rakhi.” Maine oil lagaaya, supada gaand par ragda. Bhabhi nervous thi, “Dheere Aman… dard hoga.” Ek zor ka dhakka – supada andar. Bhabhi ki cheekh nikal gayi, “Aaaah… mar gayi… phat gayi gaand!” Aansu nikal aaye.
Maine ruk kar kiss kiya, boobs dabaye, “Relax baby… ab maza aayega.” Dheere-dheere speed badhayi. 10 minute baad bhabhi ka dard maza mein badla. “Aah… ab achha lag raha… zor se thok devarji… apni bhabhi ki tight gaand phaad de!” Maine wild ho gaya – zor-zor se thap-thap, gaand laal kar di. Bhabhi khud gaand peeche karne lagi, “Chod zor se… I love you… tu mera soulmate hai!”
Maine 40 minute tak gaand maari, andar hi jhad gaya – garam virya gaand mein. Bhabhi bhi do baar jhad chuki thi. Us raat 7 baar chude – gaand, chut, muh, boobs ke beech. Subah bhabhi chal nahi pa rahi thi, gaand mein dard, par aankhon mein pyar. “Aman… tune meri zindagi mein woh sukh diya jo tere bhaiya ne kabhi nahi diya.”
Uske baad hamara affair intense ho gaya. Har weekend hotel, daily ghar mein quickie. Bhabhi wild ho gayi – anal plug pehnati, lingerie mein gaand hilati seduce karti. Emotional connection gehra – raat ko cuddle karte, baatein karte, “Aman, main tere bina nahi jee sakti… tu mera pati hai asli.”
Twist aaya – bhabhi pregnant ho gayi. Test positive. Bhaiya ko laga unka hai last visit ka, par hum jaante the mera. Bhabhi khush thi, “Aman, yeh hamare pyar ka bachcha hai.” Bhaiya wapas aaye, par unko shak hone laga. Ek din unhone hume pakad liya hotel mein.
Bhaiya gusse mein the, divorce ki baat ki. Par bhabhi ne saaf mana kar diya, “Main sirf Aman se pyar karti hoon… tu sirf naam ka pati tha.” Bhaiya shock, par finally accept kar liya – divorce de diya. Hum court marriage kar li.
Ab bhabhi 7 mahine ki pregnant hai – pet ubhra, gaand aur moti, boobs bade doodh se bhare. Roz intense erotic sex – gaand ab loose ho gayi par favorite. Side position mein deep anal, bhabhi chillati, “Zor se Aman… phaad de phir se… I love you forever!” Doodh peeta hoon, chut chaatta hoon, phir wild thokta hoon.
Sex ke baad cuddle, pet par haath rakh kar baatein – bachche ke sapne. Bhabhi kehti hai, “Devar se lover, phir husband, phir papa… tune meri har khwahish poori ki.”
Yeh hai meri bhabhi Priya ki kahani – jahan tight gaand phaadne se shuruaat hui, forbidden lust se soul-deep pyar bana, aur ab intense erotic passionate family ban gayi. Har raat bhabhi ki gaand mein kho jaata hoon – explicit junoon aur gehre pyar se.
Bhaiya ke abroad rehne se bhabhi akeli thi. Main ghar par hi rehta tha parents ke saath. Raat ko dinner ke baad bhabhi mere room mein baatein karne aati. “Aman, tera bhaiya phone par bhi time nahi deta… tu hi mera sahara hai.” Main unko hug karta comfort ke liye, par har baar lund khada ho jaata unke garam badan se lipat kar.
Ek din bhabhi ki birthday thi. Bhaiya abroad the, maine unko surprise dinner par le gaya 5-star hotel mein. Candle light, wine, romantic music. Bhabhi red saree mein killer lag rahi thi – low back blouse, gaand ka shape saaf. Dinner ke baad bhabhi ne wine zyada pi li, aankhein madhosh. Hotel room book tha surprise cake ke liye.
Room mein jaate hi bhabhi ne mujhe hug kiya, “Aman… tu kitna caring hai… tera bhaiya kabhi aisa nahi karta.” Hug tight tha, unke boobs mere seene par dab rahe the. Maine himmat ki aur unke honthon par kiss kar diya. Bhabhi pehle shock hui, phir wild respond – jeebh se khelne lagi. “Aman… yeh galat hai… par main bhi taras gayi hoon pyar ki.”
Hum kiss karte rahe, haath badan par. Maine saree kholi – black lace bra panty. Bra utari – bade gore boobs, dark nipples khade hue. Maine ek ko muh mein liya, zor se choosa, kaata. Bhabhi chillayi, “Aah Aman… zor se… bana de apni randi!” Maine panty utari – shaved geeli chut. Do ungliyaan daal kar zor se pelne laga. Bhabhi ka paani beh gaya.
Bhabhi ne mera shirt-phaad diya, pant kholi. Mera 8-inch mota lund dekh kar aankhein phail gayi. “Kitna bada aur mota… tere bhaiya ka aadha!” Bhabhi ghutno par baith gayi, lund muh mein liya – deepthroat, gale tak, saliva se geela. Main unke baal pakad kar muh chodne laga. Bhabhi ki aankhon mein aansu aur pyar.
Phir bhabhi bed par let gayi, taange faila kar, “Pehle chut maar… phir gaand… aaj poori tarah teri hoon.” Maine chut mein daala – tight garam. Zor-zor se dhakke maare. Bhabhi chillayi, “Phad de Aman… apni bhabhi ki chut phaad de!” 30 minute tak missionary, doggy, cowgirl – bhabhi upar ride kar rahi thi, boobs hil rahe the, “I love you Aman… tu mera asli pati hai.”
Phir bhabhi ne ulta ho kar gaand upar ki, “Ab gaand maar… virgin hai… sirf tere liye rakhi.” Maine oil lagaaya, supada gaand par ragda. Bhabhi nervous thi, “Dheere Aman… dard hoga.” Ek zor ka dhakka – supada andar. Bhabhi ki cheekh nikal gayi, “Aaaah… mar gayi… phat gayi gaand!” Aansu nikal aaye.
Maine ruk kar kiss kiya, boobs dabaye, “Relax baby… ab maza aayega.” Dheere-dheere speed badhayi. 10 minute baad bhabhi ka dard maza mein badla. “Aah… ab achha lag raha… zor se thok devarji… apni bhabhi ki tight gaand phaad de!” Maine wild ho gaya – zor-zor se thap-thap, gaand laal kar di. Bhabhi khud gaand peeche karne lagi, “Chod zor se… I love you… tu mera soulmate hai!”
Maine 40 minute tak gaand maari, andar hi jhad gaya – garam virya gaand mein. Bhabhi bhi do baar jhad chuki thi. Us raat 7 baar chude – gaand, chut, muh, boobs ke beech. Subah bhabhi chal nahi pa rahi thi, gaand mein dard, par aankhon mein pyar. “Aman… tune meri zindagi mein woh sukh diya jo tere bhaiya ne kabhi nahi diya.”
Uske baad hamara affair intense ho gaya. Har weekend hotel, daily ghar mein quickie. Bhabhi wild ho gayi – anal plug pehnati, lingerie mein gaand hilati seduce karti. Emotional connection gehra – raat ko cuddle karte, baatein karte, “Aman, main tere bina nahi jee sakti… tu mera pati hai asli.”
Twist aaya – bhabhi pregnant ho gayi. Test positive. Bhaiya ko laga unka hai last visit ka, par hum jaante the mera. Bhabhi khush thi, “Aman, yeh hamare pyar ka bachcha hai.” Bhaiya wapas aaye, par unko shak hone laga. Ek din unhone hume pakad liya hotel mein.
Bhaiya gusse mein the, divorce ki baat ki. Par bhabhi ne saaf mana kar diya, “Main sirf Aman se pyar karti hoon… tu sirf naam ka pati tha.” Bhaiya shock, par finally accept kar liya – divorce de diya. Hum court marriage kar li.
Ab bhabhi 7 mahine ki pregnant hai – pet ubhra, gaand aur moti, boobs bade doodh se bhare. Roz intense erotic sex – gaand ab loose ho gayi par favorite. Side position mein deep anal, bhabhi chillati, “Zor se Aman… phaad de phir se… I love you forever!” Doodh peeta hoon, chut chaatta hoon, phir wild thokta hoon.
Sex ke baad cuddle, pet par haath rakh kar baatein – bachche ke sapne. Bhabhi kehti hai, “Devar se lover, phir husband, phir papa… tune meri har khwahish poori ki.”
Yeh hai meri bhabhi Priya ki kahani – jahan tight gaand phaadne se shuruaat hui, forbidden lust se soul-deep pyar bana, aur ab intense erotic passionate family ban gayi. Har raat bhabhi ki gaand mein kho jaata hoon – explicit junoon aur gehre pyar se.