My name is Priya, and I am 30 years old. I’ve been married to Rohan for six years now. He’s a good husband – provides well, respectful, but in bed… god, it’s boring. Quick five-minute missionary, lights off, no foreplay, no passion. I crave more – the kind of wild, animalistic sex where I’m ravished, dominated, made to scream. I touch myself almost every night thinking about it, imagining a strong, young man taking me roughly.
That’s when my devar Arjun came into the picture. Arjun is Rohan’s younger brother, 23 years old, studying MBA in another city. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with a gym-built body, sharp jawline, and those mischievous eyes that always lingered on me a bit too long during family visits. I had noticed how he stared at my curves when he thought I wasn’t looking – my 36D boobs straining against my sarees, my round 38-inch ass swaying as I walked. I won’t lie… I liked it. It made my chut wet sometimes.
Last month, Arjun had to come to Mumbai for an internship and Rohan insisted he stay with us since our flat is close to his office. “He’s family, Priya. Make him comfortable,” Rohan said. Little did he know how “comfortable” things would get.
Arjun arrived on a Friday evening. Rohan was home that day, so everything was normal – dinner, chats. But I saw the way Arjun’s eyes widened when I opened the door in a tight red salwar kameez, dupatta loosely draped, showing ample cleavage. I hugged him hello, pressing my soft boobs against his hard chest a second longer. I felt something twitch against my thigh – his lund? Already?
That night, Rohan slept early as usual. I was in the kitchen washing dishes when Arjun came for water. He stood close behind me, reaching for a glass above. His body brushed mine – I felt his heat.
“Sorry, bhabhi,” he said, but didn’t move away immediately.
“It’s okay, Arjun. You’re like my younger brother,” I teased, turning slightly so my ass grazed his crotch. I swear I felt him harden.
From that moment, I decided – I was going to seduce him. My chut was aching already.
Next day, Saturday, Rohan left early for office even on weekend for some urgent meeting. Perfect. Arjun was in the guest room. I wore a thin cotton saree, no petticoat, low-cut blouse with no bra. My nipples were already hard thinking about the plan.
I knocked and entered with breakfast tray. “Arjun, beta, wake up. Breakfast in bed.”
He was shirtless, blanket low on his waist, showing his V-line. God, his body was sculpted – six-pack, strong arms. My mouth watered.
“Bhabhi… good morning,” he stammered, eyes glued to my deep cleavage as I bent to place the tray. The pallu slipped “accidentally,” giving him full view of my big boobs almost spilling out.
I didn’t fix it immediately. “Eat well, you need energy for internship,” I said smiling, sitting on the bed edge. My thigh touched his leg under blanket.
We talked. I complained about Rohan being busy always. “Your bhaiya has no time for me… I feel so lonely sometimes.”
He looked sympathetic. “Bhabhi, you deserve all the attention. You’re so… beautiful.”
I blushed deliberately. “You think so? Even at 30?”
“More than beautiful… sexy,” he said boldly, eyes dark with desire.
That was my cue. I put my hand on his thigh over blanket. “Arjun… do you ever think about me… that way?”
He froze, then nodded slowly.
I leaned in and kissed him softly. He responded immediately, hungry. Our lips locked, tongues exploring. His hands went to my waist, pulling me closer. I straddled him on the bed, feeling his hard lund poke against my chut through the saree.
We kissed wildly for ten minutes. I removed my pallu completely, letting him see my boobs heaving in the tight blouse. He grabbed them roughly – oh god, finally a man who knew how to handle them.
“Arjun… suck them,” I whispered.
He unhooked my blouse frantically. My big boobs bounced out, pink nipples erect. He latched on one, sucking hard, biting gently. Electric shocks went straight to my chut. I moaned loudly – “Ahhh… yes… harder…”
While he feasted on my boobs, I ground my chut on his erection. It felt huge – thicker and longer than Rohan’s.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I got off, removed his shorts. His lund sprang out – 8 inches, thick, veiny, head glistening with pre-cum. My chut throbbed seeing it.
“So big… my devar has such a monster lund,” I said stroking it.
He groaned. I bent and licked the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum. Then took it in mouth – half first, then deeper. I sucked like a slut – deep throat, slurping, playing with his heavy balls. He pulled my hair, face-fucking me gently.
“Bhabhi… your mouth is heaven…”
I sucked for 15 minutes till he warned he was close. I stopped – I wanted it inside me.
I stood, removed my saree completely. No panties underneath – my chut was shaved, lips swollen and dripping.
Arjun’s eyes widened. “Bhabhi… you’re naked under saree?”
“For you,” I said climbing on top.
I guided his lund to my chut and sat down slowly. Oh fuck… it stretched me like never before. Pain mixed with pleasure. “Ahhhh… so thick… tearing my chut…”
I started riding slowly, adjusting. His hands on my boobs, pinching nipples. Soon I was bouncing fast, my ass slapping his thighs.
“Fuck me, Arjun… your bhabhi is your randi now…”
He thrust up, meeting my bounces. My boobs jiggled wildly. I came first – hard, screaming, chut clenching his lund, juices flowing down.
He flipped me suddenly – strength I loved. Missionary now, he pounded deep, fast. “Bhabhi… your chut is so tight… better than I dreamed…”
I wrapped legs around him. “Chod mujhe zor se… make me cum again…”
He did – brutal strokes, hitting my G-spot. I came twice more before he filled me with hot cum – no condom, raw. Feeling his seed inside made me cum again.
We lay panting, his lund still inside me. But I was far from satisfied.
Round two – I pushed him back and rode reverse cowgirl. He watched my big ass bounce, slapped it red. “Bhabhi ka gaand… perfect…”
I ground hard, clit rubbing his balls. He fingered my ass hole – new sensation, made me wilder.
Round three – doggy. My favourite. He grabbed my hips and rammed from behind. Sound of flesh slapping echoed. He pulled my hair like reins.
“Yes… treat me like a bitch… deeper…”
He reached under to rub my clit. I squirted first time in life – soaking the bed.
He came in my chut again.
We fucked twice more that day – once in shower, me pressed against wall, leg up; once on kitchen counter while I was making lunch, quick and rough.
Evening Rohan came home. We acted normal, but under table I brushed my foot on Arjun’s crotch. He was hard instantly.
Night, Rohan slept beside me, but I was restless. At 2 AM, I sneaked to guest room.
Arjun was waiting. We fucked silently but intensely – me on top slow grinding to not make noise, then spooning, his hand on my mouth to muffle moans.
Next two weeks were heaven. Rohan left early, returned late. Whole day ours.
Mornings started with blowjobs – I’d wake him by sucking his morning wood, swallow his cum for breakfast.
We tried everything:
69 on living room sofa – I came on his face twice.
Anal – first time for me. He oiled my gaand, fingered till loose, then slow entry. Hurt at first but then pure bliss. He fucked my ass while vibrating my clit – double orgasm.
Role play – me as strict bhabhi punishing naughty devar with spanking, then riding him.
Balcony at night – risky, neighbours might see. He took me from behind, boobs out in open air.
Oil massage – I oiled his whole body, then he mine. Slippery fucking in every position.
Watching porn together – recreated scenes, like me tied with my dupatta, blindfolded, him teasing till I begged.
He ate my chut daily – tongue deep, sucking clit like pro. Better than any vibrator.
I taught him to choke me lightly, slap my boobs – things Rohan would never do.
My chut became addicted to his lund – shape moulded to him. Normal sex with Rohan felt tiny after.
One weekend Rohan went to Pune for conference – three days alone.
We didn’t leave bed almost. Fucked 10 times a day – every room, every surface.
Marathon sessions – hours of foreplay, multiple rounds without pulling out.
I squirted, he came on my face, boobs, in mouth, chut, ass.
Last night we did slow romantic – candles, kisses, eye contact. I cried – “Arjun, I love you… don’t ever leave.”
He promised.
When his internship ended, he left. But we continued secretly.
He visits whenever Rohan is away. Or I go to his city on “shopping trips.”
Sometimes quick risky fucks when Rohan is home – in bathroom during dinner, or car in garage.
Once during Diwali family gathering, we sneaked to terrace and fucked with fireworks bursting.
I’m his personal slut now – send nudes, voice notes moaning his name.
Rohan suspects nothing – thinks I’m happier because “work stress reduced.”
But truth is – my devar’s big lund owns me.
This forbidden affair is the fire my life needed. And it’s just beginning.
That’s when my devar Arjun came into the picture. Arjun is Rohan’s younger brother, 23 years old, studying MBA in another city. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with a gym-built body, sharp jawline, and those mischievous eyes that always lingered on me a bit too long during family visits. I had noticed how he stared at my curves when he thought I wasn’t looking – my 36D boobs straining against my sarees, my round 38-inch ass swaying as I walked. I won’t lie… I liked it. It made my chut wet sometimes.
Last month, Arjun had to come to Mumbai for an internship and Rohan insisted he stay with us since our flat is close to his office. “He’s family, Priya. Make him comfortable,” Rohan said. Little did he know how “comfortable” things would get.
Arjun arrived on a Friday evening. Rohan was home that day, so everything was normal – dinner, chats. But I saw the way Arjun’s eyes widened when I opened the door in a tight red salwar kameez, dupatta loosely draped, showing ample cleavage. I hugged him hello, pressing my soft boobs against his hard chest a second longer. I felt something twitch against my thigh – his lund? Already?
That night, Rohan slept early as usual. I was in the kitchen washing dishes when Arjun came for water. He stood close behind me, reaching for a glass above. His body brushed mine – I felt his heat.
“Sorry, bhabhi,” he said, but didn’t move away immediately.
“It’s okay, Arjun. You’re like my younger brother,” I teased, turning slightly so my ass grazed his crotch. I swear I felt him harden.
From that moment, I decided – I was going to seduce him. My chut was aching already.
Next day, Saturday, Rohan left early for office even on weekend for some urgent meeting. Perfect. Arjun was in the guest room. I wore a thin cotton saree, no petticoat, low-cut blouse with no bra. My nipples were already hard thinking about the plan.
I knocked and entered with breakfast tray. “Arjun, beta, wake up. Breakfast in bed.”
He was shirtless, blanket low on his waist, showing his V-line. God, his body was sculpted – six-pack, strong arms. My mouth watered.
“Bhabhi… good morning,” he stammered, eyes glued to my deep cleavage as I bent to place the tray. The pallu slipped “accidentally,” giving him full view of my big boobs almost spilling out.
I didn’t fix it immediately. “Eat well, you need energy for internship,” I said smiling, sitting on the bed edge. My thigh touched his leg under blanket.
We talked. I complained about Rohan being busy always. “Your bhaiya has no time for me… I feel so lonely sometimes.”
He looked sympathetic. “Bhabhi, you deserve all the attention. You’re so… beautiful.”
I blushed deliberately. “You think so? Even at 30?”
“More than beautiful… sexy,” he said boldly, eyes dark with desire.
That was my cue. I put my hand on his thigh over blanket. “Arjun… do you ever think about me… that way?”
He froze, then nodded slowly.
I leaned in and kissed him softly. He responded immediately, hungry. Our lips locked, tongues exploring. His hands went to my waist, pulling me closer. I straddled him on the bed, feeling his hard lund poke against my chut through the saree.
We kissed wildly for ten minutes. I removed my pallu completely, letting him see my boobs heaving in the tight blouse. He grabbed them roughly – oh god, finally a man who knew how to handle them.
“Arjun… suck them,” I whispered.
He unhooked my blouse frantically. My big boobs bounced out, pink nipples erect. He latched on one, sucking hard, biting gently. Electric shocks went straight to my chut. I moaned loudly – “Ahhh… yes… harder…”
While he feasted on my boobs, I ground my chut on his erection. It felt huge – thicker and longer than Rohan’s.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I got off, removed his shorts. His lund sprang out – 8 inches, thick, veiny, head glistening with pre-cum. My chut throbbed seeing it.
“So big… my devar has such a monster lund,” I said stroking it.
He groaned. I bent and licked the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum. Then took it in mouth – half first, then deeper. I sucked like a slut – deep throat, slurping, playing with his heavy balls. He pulled my hair, face-fucking me gently.
“Bhabhi… your mouth is heaven…”
I sucked for 15 minutes till he warned he was close. I stopped – I wanted it inside me.
I stood, removed my saree completely. No panties underneath – my chut was shaved, lips swollen and dripping.
Arjun’s eyes widened. “Bhabhi… you’re naked under saree?”
“For you,” I said climbing on top.
I guided his lund to my chut and sat down slowly. Oh fuck… it stretched me like never before. Pain mixed with pleasure. “Ahhhh… so thick… tearing my chut…”
I started riding slowly, adjusting. His hands on my boobs, pinching nipples. Soon I was bouncing fast, my ass slapping his thighs.
“Fuck me, Arjun… your bhabhi is your randi now…”
He thrust up, meeting my bounces. My boobs jiggled wildly. I came first – hard, screaming, chut clenching his lund, juices flowing down.
He flipped me suddenly – strength I loved. Missionary now, he pounded deep, fast. “Bhabhi… your chut is so tight… better than I dreamed…”
I wrapped legs around him. “Chod mujhe zor se… make me cum again…”
He did – brutal strokes, hitting my G-spot. I came twice more before he filled me with hot cum – no condom, raw. Feeling his seed inside made me cum again.
We lay panting, his lund still inside me. But I was far from satisfied.
Round two – I pushed him back and rode reverse cowgirl. He watched my big ass bounce, slapped it red. “Bhabhi ka gaand… perfect…”
I ground hard, clit rubbing his balls. He fingered my ass hole – new sensation, made me wilder.
Round three – doggy. My favourite. He grabbed my hips and rammed from behind. Sound of flesh slapping echoed. He pulled my hair like reins.
“Yes… treat me like a bitch… deeper…”
He reached under to rub my clit. I squirted first time in life – soaking the bed.
He came in my chut again.
We fucked twice more that day – once in shower, me pressed against wall, leg up; once on kitchen counter while I was making lunch, quick and rough.
Evening Rohan came home. We acted normal, but under table I brushed my foot on Arjun’s crotch. He was hard instantly.
Night, Rohan slept beside me, but I was restless. At 2 AM, I sneaked to guest room.
Arjun was waiting. We fucked silently but intensely – me on top slow grinding to not make noise, then spooning, his hand on my mouth to muffle moans.
Next two weeks were heaven. Rohan left early, returned late. Whole day ours.
Mornings started with blowjobs – I’d wake him by sucking his morning wood, swallow his cum for breakfast.
We tried everything:
69 on living room sofa – I came on his face twice.
Anal – first time for me. He oiled my gaand, fingered till loose, then slow entry. Hurt at first but then pure bliss. He fucked my ass while vibrating my clit – double orgasm.
Role play – me as strict bhabhi punishing naughty devar with spanking, then riding him.
Balcony at night – risky, neighbours might see. He took me from behind, boobs out in open air.
Oil massage – I oiled his whole body, then he mine. Slippery fucking in every position.
Watching porn together – recreated scenes, like me tied with my dupatta, blindfolded, him teasing till I begged.
He ate my chut daily – tongue deep, sucking clit like pro. Better than any vibrator.
I taught him to choke me lightly, slap my boobs – things Rohan would never do.
My chut became addicted to his lund – shape moulded to him. Normal sex with Rohan felt tiny after.
One weekend Rohan went to Pune for conference – three days alone.
We didn’t leave bed almost. Fucked 10 times a day – every room, every surface.
Marathon sessions – hours of foreplay, multiple rounds without pulling out.
I squirted, he came on my face, boobs, in mouth, chut, ass.
Last night we did slow romantic – candles, kisses, eye contact. I cried – “Arjun, I love you… don’t ever leave.”
He promised.
When his internship ended, he left. But we continued secretly.
He visits whenever Rohan is away. Or I go to his city on “shopping trips.”
Sometimes quick risky fucks when Rohan is home – in bathroom during dinner, or car in garage.
Once during Diwali family gathering, we sneaked to terrace and fucked with fireworks bursting.
I’m his personal slut now – send nudes, voice notes moaning his name.
Rohan suspects nothing – thinks I’m happier because “work stress reduced.”
But truth is – my devar’s big lund owns me.
This forbidden affair is the fire my life needed. And it’s just beginning.