Mera naam Aryan hai. Main 23 saal ka hu, Mumbai ke ek upscale apartment complex mein rehta hu, aur ek mid-level software firm mein job karta hu. Life routine thi – office, gym, weekend Netflix, aur occasional dates jo kabhi serious nahi hui. Lekin sab badal gaya jab opposite flat mein nayi couple shift hui – Vikram bhaiya aur unki newlywed wife, Shruti bhabhi.
Shruti bhabhi 26 saal ki thi, arranged marriage 6 mahine pehle hui thi. North Indian beauty – 5'6" height, milky fair skin jo glow karti thi, lambi silky black baal jo waist tak aate the, badi badi hazel aankhein jo sharma kar jhuk jati thi, aur plump pink lips jo smile karte waqt dimple dikhate the. Figure tha killer – 36D-28-38. Bade bade natural heavy boobs jo kurti ya top mein hamesha ubhar ke dikhte the, deep cleavage jo accidentally (ya intentionally?) dikh jata tha, slim toned kamar gym se, aur perfect heart-shaped moti gaand jo tight jeans ya leggings mein matak matak kar chalti thi. Woh homemaker thi, Vikram bhaiya MNC mein senior role pe the aur frequent foreign tours pe jaate the.
Pehli mulakat lift mein hui. Main gym se wapas aa raha tha, sweat se bheega. Woh groceries le kar aayi. Red salwar suit pehna tha, dupatta side mein, cleavage thoda visible. "Hi, naye padosi ho?" usne muskurate hue poocha.
"Haan bhabhi, Aryan. Aap?" maine reply kiya, nazar uske doodh pe atak gayi.
"Shruti. Vikram ki wife. Welcome to the building."
Uske baad nazrein milne lagi. Morning mein balcony pe woh chai pee rahi hoti, main coffee ke saath hello bolta. Woh sharma kar reply karti. Dheere dheere baatein badhi – weather se shuru, phir building ke gossip, phir personal. Vikram bhaiya busy rehte the, weekend pe bhi office calls. Bhabhi bore hoti thi, yeh main notice karta tha uski aankhon mein ek udasi.
Ek din heavy rain tha. Power cut ho gaya building mein. Main balcony pe khada tha, woh bhi aayi candle le kar. "Aryan, inverter hai kya tumhare ghar?" usne poocha.
"Haan bhabhi, aaiye."
Uske flat mein le gaya – parents out of town the. Hum drawing room mein baith gaye. Candle light mein woh aur beautiful lag rahi thi – white nighty pehni thi, thin fabric se bra panty outline dikh raha tha. Baatein karte karte personal ho gayi.
"Bhabhi, Vikram bhaiya kitne din bahar rehte hain?"
"Ab to 6 mahine ka foreign assignment mil gaya. Next week ja rahe hain," usne sigh kiya.
"Aap akeli kaise manage karogi?"
Woh chup rahi, phir aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Pata nahi Aryan. Newlywed hu, honeymoon bhi properly nahi hua. Woh hamesha busy."
Maine uska haath pakda comfort karne. Woh mere shoulder pe sir rakh diya. Uski body ki warmth aur perfume ki scent mujhe madhosh kar rahi thi. Maine uske baal sehlaye. Woh uplift hui aur mujhe dekha – aankhon mein longing.
"Aryan, tum bahut sweet ho."
Maine himmat ki aur uske forehead pe kiss kiya. Woh hili nahi. Phir cheeks, phir lips pe soft kiss. Woh respond karne lagi – pehle shyly, phir passionately. Hum kiss karte rahe 15 minute – deep French kiss, zubanein mili, saansein tez. Mere haath uski back pe, phir kamar pe, phir gaand pe. Soft aur firm.
Woh alag hui, saans lete hue. "Yeh galat hai Aryan. Main married hu."
"Lekin bhabhi, aap unhappy ho. Vikram bhaiya aapka khayal nahi rakhte. Main rakhunga."
Woh confuse thi, lekin desire jeet gaya. Hum bedroom mein gaye. Lights off, sirf moonlight. Maine uski nighty slowly utari. Black lace bra panty mein woh goddess lag rahi thi. Bra kholi – bade gore doodh bahar aa gaye, heavy lekin firm, pink nipples erect. Maine unko admire kiya, phir haathon mein liya – weight feel kiya, softness. Ek ko muh mein le kar chusne laga slowly, tongue se circles banaye nipple pe. Dusre ko fingers se tease kiya. Woh moan kar rahi thi softly, "Aaaahhhh Aryan... kitne saal se aise touch nahi hua... haaannn gently... ab zor se!"
Maine zor se chusa, bite kiya lightly. Woh arch back kar rahi thi. Phir bra poori utari, dono doodh masalte chuste raha 20 minute – woh pagal ho rahi thi, haath mere baalon mein, kamar hil rahi thi.
Neeche gaya – panty utari slowly. Chut perfectly shaved thi, pink lips, already glistening wet. Smell intoxicating – feminine musk. Maine pehle outer lips kiss kiye, phir inner. Clit pe tongue touch kiya – woh jump hui. Slowly lick kiya, up down, circles. Do ungliyan daali – tight, garam, velvety. G-spot find kiya aur curve karke massage. Woh bed pe twist kar rahi thi, "Oh god Aryan... kaha se seekha yeh sab... Vikram kabhi nahi karta... aaaahhhh I'm close!"
Maine speed badha di – tongue fast on clit, fingers in out. Woh jhad gayi powerfully – body shake, paani spray jaise, mere muh pe. Taste divine.
Ab uski baari. Usne mera clothes utare. Mera athletic body dekha – gym toned. Lund dekha 7.5 inch mota – "Aryan... itna bada aur perfect... Vikram ka chhota hai comparatively."
Woh haath se hilaya, phir kiss kiya tip pe. Slowly muh mein liya – warm wet mouth. Expert blowjob – half andar, tongue swirl, haath base pe. Phir deep throat try kiya – gag hui lekin continue. Balls chusne lagi gently. Eye contact banaye – erotic tha. Maine uske sir guide kiya. 10 minute mein main close tha. "Bhabhi... aa raha hu..."
Usne muh nahi hataya – saara load muh mein liya, swallow kiya. "Tasty... protein," usne naughty smile di.
Ab penetration. Missionary – lund chut pe ragda, juices se coated. Dheere entry – tight virgin-like. Head andar, woh gasp. "Slowly Aryan... bahut mota hai..."
Inch by inch andar. Poora andar jab gaya, hum dono moan kiye. Still raha 1 minute feel karne – warmth, tightness. Phir slow strokes. Rhythm bana – deep long strokes. Uske doodh bounce kar rahe, main chusta. Speed badha – bed creak kar raha. Woh legs mere waist pe lapet li, heels dig kar rahi back mein. "Harder Aryan... fuck me like your woman... haaannn!"
Woh 3 orgasms – har baar chut squeeze karti mera lund. Main control kar raha tha. Position change – doggy. Uski perfect gaand saamne – main thappad maare lightly, spread kiya, peeche se daala. View amazing – lund andar bahar. Gaand meat jiggle kar rahi thi. Zor se thoka 15 minute.
"Cum inside Aryan... pill pe hu... fill me!"
Creampie – deep thrust aur load andar. Bahar nikalne pe cum drip kar raha chut se.
Us raat 5 rounds – cowgirl (woh ride karti jaise pro, doodh bounce), spooning (intimate, neck kiss karte), standing against wall, aur subah shower mein. Gaand nahi maari pehli raat – woh virgin thi waha.
Vikram bhaiya gaye foreign. Affair full on. Daily milte – morning quickie before office, evening long sessions. Emotional bond bhi – baatein karte loneliness ke baare mein, future dreams. Woh guilty feel karti kabhi, lekin desire zyada.
Dheere dheere wild hua – role play (woh maid ban kar), light bondage (scarf se haath band), anal try kiya 2 mahine baad – slow preparation, oil, fingers first, phir full gaand marai. Woh addicted ho gayi.
6 mahine baad Vikram wapas. Affair secret raha, lekin occasional risky meets – lift mein kiss, car mein blowjob.
Aaj bhi jab mauka milta, hum milte hain. Yeh physical tha shuru mein, lekin ab emotional attachment bhi. Forbidden love ka asli maza.
Shruti bhabhi 26 saal ki thi, arranged marriage 6 mahine pehle hui thi. North Indian beauty – 5'6" height, milky fair skin jo glow karti thi, lambi silky black baal jo waist tak aate the, badi badi hazel aankhein jo sharma kar jhuk jati thi, aur plump pink lips jo smile karte waqt dimple dikhate the. Figure tha killer – 36D-28-38. Bade bade natural heavy boobs jo kurti ya top mein hamesha ubhar ke dikhte the, deep cleavage jo accidentally (ya intentionally?) dikh jata tha, slim toned kamar gym se, aur perfect heart-shaped moti gaand jo tight jeans ya leggings mein matak matak kar chalti thi. Woh homemaker thi, Vikram bhaiya MNC mein senior role pe the aur frequent foreign tours pe jaate the.
Pehli mulakat lift mein hui. Main gym se wapas aa raha tha, sweat se bheega. Woh groceries le kar aayi. Red salwar suit pehna tha, dupatta side mein, cleavage thoda visible. "Hi, naye padosi ho?" usne muskurate hue poocha.
"Haan bhabhi, Aryan. Aap?" maine reply kiya, nazar uske doodh pe atak gayi.
"Shruti. Vikram ki wife. Welcome to the building."
Uske baad nazrein milne lagi. Morning mein balcony pe woh chai pee rahi hoti, main coffee ke saath hello bolta. Woh sharma kar reply karti. Dheere dheere baatein badhi – weather se shuru, phir building ke gossip, phir personal. Vikram bhaiya busy rehte the, weekend pe bhi office calls. Bhabhi bore hoti thi, yeh main notice karta tha uski aankhon mein ek udasi.
Ek din heavy rain tha. Power cut ho gaya building mein. Main balcony pe khada tha, woh bhi aayi candle le kar. "Aryan, inverter hai kya tumhare ghar?" usne poocha.
"Haan bhabhi, aaiye."
Uske flat mein le gaya – parents out of town the. Hum drawing room mein baith gaye. Candle light mein woh aur beautiful lag rahi thi – white nighty pehni thi, thin fabric se bra panty outline dikh raha tha. Baatein karte karte personal ho gayi.
"Bhabhi, Vikram bhaiya kitne din bahar rehte hain?"
"Ab to 6 mahine ka foreign assignment mil gaya. Next week ja rahe hain," usne sigh kiya.
"Aap akeli kaise manage karogi?"
Woh chup rahi, phir aankhon mein aansu aa gaye. "Pata nahi Aryan. Newlywed hu, honeymoon bhi properly nahi hua. Woh hamesha busy."
Maine uska haath pakda comfort karne. Woh mere shoulder pe sir rakh diya. Uski body ki warmth aur perfume ki scent mujhe madhosh kar rahi thi. Maine uske baal sehlaye. Woh uplift hui aur mujhe dekha – aankhon mein longing.
"Aryan, tum bahut sweet ho."
Maine himmat ki aur uske forehead pe kiss kiya. Woh hili nahi. Phir cheeks, phir lips pe soft kiss. Woh respond karne lagi – pehle shyly, phir passionately. Hum kiss karte rahe 15 minute – deep French kiss, zubanein mili, saansein tez. Mere haath uski back pe, phir kamar pe, phir gaand pe. Soft aur firm.
Woh alag hui, saans lete hue. "Yeh galat hai Aryan. Main married hu."
"Lekin bhabhi, aap unhappy ho. Vikram bhaiya aapka khayal nahi rakhte. Main rakhunga."
Woh confuse thi, lekin desire jeet gaya. Hum bedroom mein gaye. Lights off, sirf moonlight. Maine uski nighty slowly utari. Black lace bra panty mein woh goddess lag rahi thi. Bra kholi – bade gore doodh bahar aa gaye, heavy lekin firm, pink nipples erect. Maine unko admire kiya, phir haathon mein liya – weight feel kiya, softness. Ek ko muh mein le kar chusne laga slowly, tongue se circles banaye nipple pe. Dusre ko fingers se tease kiya. Woh moan kar rahi thi softly, "Aaaahhhh Aryan... kitne saal se aise touch nahi hua... haaannn gently... ab zor se!"
Maine zor se chusa, bite kiya lightly. Woh arch back kar rahi thi. Phir bra poori utari, dono doodh masalte chuste raha 20 minute – woh pagal ho rahi thi, haath mere baalon mein, kamar hil rahi thi.
Neeche gaya – panty utari slowly. Chut perfectly shaved thi, pink lips, already glistening wet. Smell intoxicating – feminine musk. Maine pehle outer lips kiss kiye, phir inner. Clit pe tongue touch kiya – woh jump hui. Slowly lick kiya, up down, circles. Do ungliyan daali – tight, garam, velvety. G-spot find kiya aur curve karke massage. Woh bed pe twist kar rahi thi, "Oh god Aryan... kaha se seekha yeh sab... Vikram kabhi nahi karta... aaaahhhh I'm close!"
Maine speed badha di – tongue fast on clit, fingers in out. Woh jhad gayi powerfully – body shake, paani spray jaise, mere muh pe. Taste divine.
Ab uski baari. Usne mera clothes utare. Mera athletic body dekha – gym toned. Lund dekha 7.5 inch mota – "Aryan... itna bada aur perfect... Vikram ka chhota hai comparatively."
Woh haath se hilaya, phir kiss kiya tip pe. Slowly muh mein liya – warm wet mouth. Expert blowjob – half andar, tongue swirl, haath base pe. Phir deep throat try kiya – gag hui lekin continue. Balls chusne lagi gently. Eye contact banaye – erotic tha. Maine uske sir guide kiya. 10 minute mein main close tha. "Bhabhi... aa raha hu..."
Usne muh nahi hataya – saara load muh mein liya, swallow kiya. "Tasty... protein," usne naughty smile di.
Ab penetration. Missionary – lund chut pe ragda, juices se coated. Dheere entry – tight virgin-like. Head andar, woh gasp. "Slowly Aryan... bahut mota hai..."
Inch by inch andar. Poora andar jab gaya, hum dono moan kiye. Still raha 1 minute feel karne – warmth, tightness. Phir slow strokes. Rhythm bana – deep long strokes. Uske doodh bounce kar rahe, main chusta. Speed badha – bed creak kar raha. Woh legs mere waist pe lapet li, heels dig kar rahi back mein. "Harder Aryan... fuck me like your woman... haaannn!"
Woh 3 orgasms – har baar chut squeeze karti mera lund. Main control kar raha tha. Position change – doggy. Uski perfect gaand saamne – main thappad maare lightly, spread kiya, peeche se daala. View amazing – lund andar bahar. Gaand meat jiggle kar rahi thi. Zor se thoka 15 minute.
"Cum inside Aryan... pill pe hu... fill me!"
Creampie – deep thrust aur load andar. Bahar nikalne pe cum drip kar raha chut se.
Us raat 5 rounds – cowgirl (woh ride karti jaise pro, doodh bounce), spooning (intimate, neck kiss karte), standing against wall, aur subah shower mein. Gaand nahi maari pehli raat – woh virgin thi waha.
Vikram bhaiya gaye foreign. Affair full on. Daily milte – morning quickie before office, evening long sessions. Emotional bond bhi – baatein karte loneliness ke baare mein, future dreams. Woh guilty feel karti kabhi, lekin desire zyada.
Dheere dheere wild hua – role play (woh maid ban kar), light bondage (scarf se haath band), anal try kiya 2 mahine baad – slow preparation, oil, fingers first, phir full gaand marai. Woh addicted ho gayi.
6 mahine baad Vikram wapas. Affair secret raha, lekin occasional risky meets – lift mein kiss, car mein blowjob.
Aaj bhi jab mauka milta, hum milte hain. Yeh physical tha shuru mein, lekin ab emotional attachment bhi. Forbidden love ka asli maza.