This happened about two years back. A bhabhi used to visit my shop regularly. Calling her just “bhabhi” doesn’t do justice to her beauty—she was like a goddess straight out of paradise. Her fair skin glowed like milk mixed with saffron, blushing red at the slightest touch, like a ripe tomato. She stood at 5 feet 3 inches, with silky hair that flowed like a serpent’s dance. The first time I laid eyes on her, my heart screamed, “This is pure dynamite, way out of my league.” But fate had other plans. Her 36-28-36 figure was a fucking masterpiece, and she carried herself with the swagger of a true Marwadi queen.
She first came to my house to pick up some stuff. After that, our meetings became more frequent. Sometimes, she’d swing by the shop in the afternoon, and we’d talk for hours. Her husband was in the Navy, only coming home twice a year. When he did, the poor woman was practically caged. She wasn’t happy with him at all. One day, she spilled her frustration: “He’s a fucking animal, pounding me like a rabid dog chewing a bone. His black cock just tears my pussy apart.” Her mother-in-law lived with her, but eight months later, the old lady passed away. Left alone, she started getting bored out of her mind. When she told me about it, I said, “Finish your chores and come hang at the shop. It’ll keep you entertained, and my cock’s dying to get close to your pussy.” She laughed and shot back, “What, am I your whore to keep your dick happy?” With a smirk, I replied, “Not a whore, you’re the queen of my heart, and I want to fuck you day and night.” She blushed and said, “I’ll start coming by this Saturday, and I won’t leave early. Let’s see how much stamina your cock’s got.”
The wait for Saturday felt like an eternity. That day, I showed up at the shop all decked out, thinking, “Today’s gonna be a wild ride.” She arrived at noon, and fuck, what a sight! She wore a tight white kurta that hugged her curves, and white leggings that made her thick thighs look like they were begging to be licked. She sat next to me and teased, “Why’re you staring like that? First time seeing me or what?” I grinned, “I’ve seen plenty of girls, but today I’m looking at a fucking angel. Your body’s made for screwing.” Her face turned red, and she whispered, “Your mind’s filthy as hell, but I kinda like it.”
From that day, we got closer. After Diwali, my family left for a wedding for 15 days. I told her, “Let’s eat out at hotels every day and fuck your pussy all night.” She laughed, “You’re such a horny bastard. Fine, but if we get caught, your ass is done.” I shot back, “For your pussy, I’d risk my ass any day.” When winter kicked in, I told her, “I’m dropping you home today. Wear a red saree, and I’ll grab some food.” I packed dinner and gulab jamuns and headed to her place.
When I got there, she opened the door before I could even lock it. Holy shit, that red chiffon saree! Her 36-inch tits were practically bursting out. I joked, “Looks like I’m staying over, or my cock won’t let me leave without fucking you.” She smirked, “Then stay, let’s see how much your dick can handle.” I knew right then that the fire was burning on both sides.
After dinner, I said, “Let’s watch some TV.” We sat close, and soon the talk turned to sex. She got sad and said, “My husband just fucks me, no romance, no love. He’s never even kissed me properly. His black cock just rips my pussy raw.” Her lips trembled. I slid closer, put my hand on her waist, and pulled her in. Then, I gently pressed my lips to hers. She attacked my lips like a starved lioness, sucking them with a hunger that made me think this was her last kiss ever. “Mmm… ohhh…” her moans filled my ears. I held her tight and carried her to the bedroom, still kissing her.
I laid her on the bed and pulled the pallu of her saree down. Her creamy 36-inch tits made my 7-inch cock rock hard. I ran my fingers over her boobs, kissing them softly in between. Her breaths were heavy, “Ohhh… fuck… you’re gonna kill me!” I unhooked her blouse, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. I grabbed her fat tits and squeezed them hard. She moaned louder, “Ahhh… shit… squeeze them harder… destroy my fucking tits!” I kissed her neck, her eyes, then dove into her boobs, sucking her nipples and giving them a light pinch. She screamed, “Fuck… you bastard, you’re gonna make me die! Suck my tits harder!”
She stood up and stripped off her saree and petticoat, leaving just a black panty. As she reached to pull it down, I stopped her, “Hold up, that’s my job.” She lay back, giggling, “Fine, take it off, but you’ll pay for teasing my pussy.” I ripped off my clothes, leaving just my underwear. Climbing over her, I kissed her stomach, moving down to her navel and sucking it. My hand reached her pussy, and it was so wet the bedsheet was soaked. I kissed her pussy through her panty, then her thick thighs. She squirmed, “Ohhh… you filthy fucker! Lick my pussy, don’t tease me!”
I pulled her panty off with my teeth. Her pussy was dripping like a fucking fountain. I ran my tongue over her slit and sucked hard. She screamed, “Ahhh… ohhh… tear my pussy apart… lick it, you bastard!” I shoved my tongue deep inside her cunt, sucking like a madman. She went wild, “Stop… I’m gonna die… ohhh!” But I kept going, making her writhe.
Then I pulled out my 7-inch cock and handed it to her. She stared and said, “Fuck, my husband’s got a black snake, but your cock’s like pink velvet. I wanna suck it dry.” I grinned, “Go for it, fulfill every damn desire tonight.” She took my cock in her mouth and sucked like a pro. “Mmm… ohhh…” she moaned, then gasped, “Enough, shove it in… my pussy’s begging for it… fuck me!” I lifted her thighs onto my shoulders and slowly pushed my cock into her soaking cunt. As it went deeper, she screamed, “Ohhh… fuck… slow down… you’ll rip my pussy!”
My cock hit her womb, and she shrieked, “Fuck… I’m done for… pound me harder!” I started thrusting slowly. The “slap… slap… slap…” of our bodies echoed in the room. She yelled, “Ohhh… harder… destroy my cunt… fuck me like a whore!” I kissed and sucked her tits while pounding lenses, she was still in her black panty, so I slid it down her legs, exposing her dripping wet pussy.
The sight of her glistening cunt drove me wild. I dove in, licking her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. She screamed, “Ohhh… fuck yes… eat my pussy, you dirty bastard!” I sucked her clit hard, then shoved my tongue deep inside her, tasting her sweet juices. Her hips bucked, “Ahhh… I’m gonna cum… don’t stop!” I kept licking, swirling my tongue around her pussy lips, teasing her until she was trembling. “Ohhh… you’re killing me… lick it harder!” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.
I stood up, my 7-inch cock throbbing, and handed it to her. She grabbed it, eyes wide, “Fuck, this is a gorgeous cock. My husband’s black dick is like a fucking battering ram, but this… I wanna suck it dry.” She wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking it like a pro. “Mmm… ohhh…” her moans vibrated against my shaft, sending shivers through me. She pulled off, gasping, “Shove it in my pussy now… I can’t wait anymore… fuck me senseless!” I lifted her thick thighs onto my shoulders, her pussy glistening with anticipation. I teased her entrance with the tip of my cock, and she begged, “Don’t tease me, you fucker… ram it in!”
I pushed my cock into her tight, wet cunt, inch by inch. She screamed, “Ohhh… fuck… it’s so big… you’re gonna split me open!” As my cock hit her womb, she shrieked, “Ahhh… fuck, I’m dying… pound me!” I started thrusting, slow at first, the “slap… slap… slap…” of our bodies filling the room. She moaned, “Harder… destroy my fucking pussy… make me your slut!” I grabbed her 36-inch tits, squeezing them as I fucked her harder. Her moans grew louder, “Ohhh… yes… fuck me like a whore… don’t stop!”
Right in the middle of pounding her, her phone rang. The screen flashed her husband’s name. She froze, but I kept thrusting, my cock buried deep in her cunt. “Pick it up,” I whispered, “Talk to him while I fuck you.” She gasped, “Ohhh… you’re fucking crazy… fine, but go slow.” She answered on speaker, her voice shaky. “Slap… slap…” the soft sound of my thrusts echoed faintly. Her husband asked, “Hey, what’re you up to?” She moaned softly, “Ohh… nothing… just… chilling at home… doing some… stuff.” I pinched her nipple hard, and she bit her lip, stifling a moan, “Mmm… when are you back?” He replied, “Next month. You sound weird, you okay?” I sped up my thrusts, and she gasped, “Ahhh… yeah, I’m fine… just… tired.” I leaned in, whispering, “Tell him you’re getting fucked by a real cock.” She smirked, “Shut it, you bastard!” but on the phone, she said, “How’s… uh… everything there?” I squeezed her tits, and she moaned, “Ohh… I mean, Navy life good?” He said, “Yeah, it’s fine. Why’re you breathing so hard?” She glanced at me, her pussy clenching my cock, and said, “Just… working out… you know, staying fit.” I slammed my cock deeper, and she yelped, “Ahhh… I mean, yoga!” I kept pounding, and she moaned, “Ohhh… how long’s this call gonna be?” He asked, “What, you got somewhere to be?” She panted, feeling my cock stretch her pussy, “No… just… busy.” For five fucking minutes, she talked to him, stifling moans, “Ohhh… mmm…” as I fucked her slowly but deep. Finally, he hung up.
She glared at me, “You asshole, you almost got me caught!” I grinned, “Good, now I’m gonna fuck you even harder.” I sucked her tits again, biting her nipples. She screamed, “Ohhh… rip my fucking tits off… suck them dry!” I pounded her pussy harder, the “slap… slap… slap…” turning into a wet “squelch… squelch…” as her juices soaked my cock. She yelled, “Fuck… destroy my cunt… fuck me like a dirty slut!” I lifted her thighs higher, slamming my cock deeper. She came hard, “Ohhh… I’m cumming… ahhh!” Her pussy clenched my cock, and I kept fucking her through her orgasms. “Slap… squelch… slap…” the room was filled with the sound of our bodies. She screamed, “Harder… make my pussy your bitch… fuck me till I can’t walk!” After 70 minutes of relentless pounding, she came five times, her body shaking with each orgasm, and I blew my load three times, filling her cunt.
She collapsed, panting, her eyes glowing with lust. “You fucked my pussy into oblivion, but I fucking loved it,” she whispered. After that night, we lived like husband and wife, fucking whenever we could. The risk of getting caught looms over us, but her pussy’s so damn addictive, I’d take any chance to bury my cock in it.
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Husband in the Navy, Bhabhi Craved Cock
This happened about two years back. A bhabhi used to visit my shop regularly. Calling her just “bhabhi” doesn’t do justice to her beauty—she was like a goddess straight out of paradise. Her fair skin glowed like milk mixed with saffron, blushing red at the slightest touch, like a ripe tomato. She stood at 5 feet 3 inches, with silky hair that flowed like a serpent’s dance. The first time I laid eyes on her, my heart screamed, “This is pure dynamite, way out of my league.” But fate had other plans. Her 36-28-36 figure was a fucking masterpiece, and she carried herself with the swagger of a true Marwadi queen.
She first came to my house to pick up some stuff. After that, our meetings became more frequent. Sometimes, she’d swing by the shop in the afternoon, and we’d talk for hours. Her husband was in the Navy, only coming home twice a year. When he did, the poor woman was practically caged. She wasn’t happy with him at all. One day, she spilled her frustration: “He’s a fucking animal, pounding me like a rabid dog chewing a bone. His black cock just tears my pussy apart.” Her mother-in-law lived with her, but eight months later, the old lady passed away. Left alone, she started getting bored out of her mind. When she told me about it, I said, “Finish your chores and come hang at the shop. It’ll keep you entertained, and my cock’s dying to get close to your pussy.” She laughed and shot back, “What, am I your whore to keep your dick happy?” With a smirk, I replied, “Not a whore, you’re the queen of my heart, and I want to fuck you day and night.” She blushed and said, “I’ll start coming by this Saturday, and I won’t leave early. Let’s see how much stamina your cock’s got.”
The wait for Saturday felt like an eternity. That day, I showed up at the shop all decked out, thinking, “Today’s gonna be a wild ride.” She arrived at noon, and fuck, what a sight! She wore a tight white kurta that hugged her curves, and white leggings that made her thick thighs look like they were begging to be licked. She sat next to me and teased, “Why’re you staring like that? First time seeing me or what?” I grinned, “I’ve seen plenty of girls, but today I’m looking at a fucking angel. Your body’s made for screwing.” Her face turned red, and she whispered, “Your mind’s filthy as hell, but I kinda like it.”
From that day, we got closer. After Diwali, my family left for a wedding for 15 days. I told her, “Let’s eat out at hotels every day and fuck your pussy all night.” She laughed, “You’re such a horny bastard. Fine, but if we get caught, your ass is done.” I shot back, “For your pussy, I’d risk my ass any day.” When winter kicked in, I told her, “I’m dropping you home today. Wear a red saree, and I’ll grab some food.” I packed dinner and gulab jamuns and headed to her place.
When I got there, she opened the door before I could even lock it. Holy shit, that red chiffon saree! Her 36-inch tits were practically bursting out. I joked, “Looks like I’m staying over, or my cock won’t let me leave without fucking you.” She smirked, “Then stay, let’s see how much your dick can handle.” I knew right then that the fire was burning on both sides.
After dinner, I said, “Let’s watch some TV.” We sat close, and soon the talk turned to sex. She got sad and said, “My husband just fucks me, no romance, no love. He’s never even kissed me properly. His black cock just rips my pussy raw.” Her lips trembled. I slid closer, put my hand on her waist, and pulled her in. Then, I gently pressed my lips to hers. She attacked my lips like a starved lioness, sucking them with a hunger that made me think this was her last kiss ever. “Mmm… ohhh…” her moans filled my ears. I held her tight and carried her to the bedroom, still kissing her.
I laid her on the bed and pulled the pallu of her saree down. Her creamy 36-inch tits made my 7-inch cock rock hard. I ran my fingers over her boobs, kissing them softly in between. Her breaths were heavy, “Ohhh… fuck… you’re gonna kill me!” I unhooked her blouse, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. I grabbed her fat tits and squeezed them hard. She moaned louder, “Ahhh… shit… squeeze them harder… destroy my fucking tits!” I kissed her neck, her eyes, then dove into her boobs, sucking her nipples and giving them a light pinch. She screamed, “Fuck… you bastard, you’re gonna make me die! Suck my tits harder!”
She stood up and stripped off her saree and petticoat, leaving just a black panty. As she reached to pull it down, I stopped her, “Hold up, that’s my job.” She lay back, giggling, “Fine, take it off, but you’ll pay for teasing my pussy.” I ripped off my clothes, leaving just my underwear. Climbing over her, I kissed her stomach, moving down to her navel and sucking it. My hand reached her pussy, and it was so wet the bedsheet was soaked. I kissed her pussy through her panty, then her thick thighs. She squirmed, “Ohhh… you filthy fucker! Lick my pussy, don’t tease me!”
I pulled her panty off with my teeth. Her pussy was dripping like a fucking fountain. I ran my tongue over her slit and sucked hard. She screamed, “Ahhh… ohhh… tear my pussy apart… lick it, you bastard!” I shoved my tongue deep inside her cunt, sucking like a madman. She went wild, “Stop… I’m gonna die… ohhh!” But I kept going, making her writhe.
Then I pulled out my 7-inch cock and handed it to her. She stared and said, “Fuck, my husband’s got a black snake, but your cock’s like pink velvet. I wanna suck it dry.” I grinned, “Go for it, fulfill every damn desire tonight.” She took my cock in her mouth and sucked like a pro. “Mmm… ohhh…” she moaned, then gasped, “Enough, shove it in… my pussy’s begging for it… fuck me!” I lifted her thighs onto my shoulders and slowly pushed my cock into her soaking cunt. As it went deeper, she screamed, “Ohhh… fuck… slow down… you’ll rip my pussy!”
My cock hit her womb, and she shrieked, “Fuck… I’m done for… pound me harder!” I started thrusting slowly. The “slap… slap… slap…” of our bodies echoed in the room. She yelled, “Ohhh… harder… destroy my cunt… fuck me like a whore!” I kissed and sucked her tits while pounding her. Then her phone rang—her_PLAY husband’s name flashed on the screen. She panicked, but I kept thrusting, my cock buried deep in her cunt. “Pick it up,” I whispered, “Talk to him while I fuck you.” She gasped, “Ohhh… you’re fucking crazy… fine, but go slow.” She answered on speaker, her voice shaky. “Slap… slap…” the soft sound of my thrusts echoed faintly. Her husband asked, “Hey, what’re you up to?” She moaned softly, “Ohh… nothing… just… chilling at home… doing some… stuff.” I pinched her nipple hard, and she bit her lip, stifling a moan, “Mmm… when are you back?” He replied, “Next month. You sound weird, you okay?” I sped up my thrusts, and she gasped, “Ahhh… yeah, I’m fine… just… tired.” I leaned in, whispering, “Tell him you’re getting fucked by a real cock.” She smirked, “Shut it, you bastard!” but on the phone, she said, “How’s… uh… everything there?” I squeezed her tits, and she moaned, “Ohh… I mean, Navy life good?” He said, “Yeah, it’s fine. Why’re you breathing so hard?” She glanced at me, her pussy clenching my cock, and said, “Just… working out… you know, staying fit.” I slammed my cock deeper, and she yelped, “Ahhh… I mean, yoga!” I kept pounding, and she moaned, “Ohhh… how long’s this call gonna be?” He asked, “What, you got somewhere to be?” She panted, feeling my cock stretch her pussy, “No… just… busy.” For five fucking minutes, she talked to him, stifling moans, “Ohhh… mmm…” as I fucked her slowly but deep. Finally, he hung up.
She glared at me, “You asshole, you almost got me caught!” I grinned, “Good, now I’m gonna fuck you even harder.” I sucked her tits again, biting her nipples. She screamed, “Ohhh… rip my fucking tits off… suck them dry!” I pounded her pussy harder, the “slap… slap… slap…” turning into a wet “squelch… squelch…” as her juices soaked my cock. She yelled, “Fuck… destroy my cunt… fuck me like a dirty slut!” I lifted her thighs higher, slamming my cock deeper. Her pussy was so wet, every thrust made a “squelch… squelch…” sound. She came hard, “Ohhh… I’m cumming… ahhh!” Her pussy clenched my cock, and I kept fucking her through her orgasms. “Slap… squelch… slap…” the room was filled with the sound of our bodies. She screamed, “Harder… make my pussy your bitch… fuck me till I can’t walk!” After 70 minutes of relentless pounding, she came five times, her body shaking with each orgasm, and I blew my load three times, filling her cunt.
She collapsed, panting, her eyes glowing with lust. “You fucked my pussy into oblivion, but I fucking loved it,” she whispered. After that night, we lived like husband and wife, fucking whenever we could. The risk of getting caught looms over us, but her pussy’s so damn addictive, I’d take any chance to bury my cock in it.
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