Hot Bhabhi’s Plan to Get Fucked by Devar

One fine morning, my husband left for the office as usual. I’m Pooja, 28 years old, fair-skinned, with a curvy figure, big heavy boobs, and a thick, juicy ass that turns heads. My devar, Rahul, a 24-year-old athletic guy with a tall, muscular build, was getting ready to head out for his daily cricket game. He’s a sportsman, always fit and full of energy. I had been burning with desire for days, frustrated because sex with my husband was bland and unsatisfying. So, I hatched a plan. As Rahul was about to leave, I grabbed my leg and yelped, “Ohhh, my leg hurts so bad!” He stopped, looking worried, and turned to me.

I repeated, “My leg’s killing me, Rahul, I can barely move.” He suggested we go to a doctor, but I brushed it off, saying, “Doctor? At this hour? No way, where will we find one now?” He got confused, unsure what to do. Being a sports guy, he offered, “Should I massage your leg? It might help.” My heart raced—this was the chance I’d been waiting for. I nodded quickly, “Yes, please, do it.” I wasn’t going to let this slip away.

Rahul went to the kitchen, warmed some coconut oil, and came back to the bedroom where I was lying on the bed. The house was empty, just the two of us, no one else around. He sat beside me, oil in hand, and asked, “Where exactly is the pain?” I blushed, my cheeks turning red, and hesitated. He chuckled, “Come on, bhabhi, no need to be shy. If you don’t tell me where it hurts, how will I massage?” I pointed to my thigh, just above the knee, and added, “Also, my lower back feels strained.” He nodded, ready to start.

Since we were alone, Rahul seemed a bit nervous. I asked, “What’s wrong?” He stammered, “How can I massage you? You’re my brother’s wife. I don’t touch other women like that.” I snapped back, “Oh, please, if I die of pain, what’s it to you? It’s my problem, let me suffer. I’m not going to any doctor, so leave me be and go play your game.” He hesitated, saying, “What if someone sees us?” I laughed, “Who’s here to see? The house is empty, don’t worry.” That convinced him, and he started the massage.

The moment his strong hands touched my leg, my body shivered with heat. His touch was firm yet soft, sending sparks through me. I had planned this carefully—no panties, no bra, just a loose gown covering me. As he massaged my calf, moving slowly upward, I said, “It’s higher, near my thigh.” He blushed but didn’t stop. I told him, “Close the door if you’re worried about someone barging in.” He locked the door, came back, and lifted my gown slightly above my knee.

As the gown went up, my bare pussy must have flashed before his eyes. He froze for a second, shocked, but then started rubbing harder, his hands trembling. I glanced at his crotch—his 7-inch cock was rock-hard, straining against his towel, practically begging to break free. I spread my thighs a little, giving him a clear view of my wet chut. His breathing got heavy, and the massage turned sensual, his fingers brushing closer to my pussy. I closed my eyes, pretending to doze off, letting him take control.

Rahul’s hands slid higher, grazing my inner thighs, then finally touching my chut. I was dripping wet, my juices flowing as his fingers teased my slit. The room smelled of my arousal, and he must have caught the scent because he got bolder. He slipped one finger inside my tight chut, making me gasp softly, “Aahh…” The finger moved in and out, hitting my walls, and I shivered, biting my lip. I came hard, my pussy gushing over his hand. He didn’t stop—licked his fingers clean, tasting my cum like it was nectar.

Suddenly, he dove under my gown, his mouth on my chut. His tongue flicked over my clit, then plunged inside, lapping up my juices. I moaned loudly, “Aahh… Rahul… yes, lick it!” My hands grabbed his hair, pulling him closer as he sucked and nibbled. I couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed the gown off his head, sitting up. He pulled back, panicked, muttering, “Sorry, bhabhi, I got carried away.” I smirked, “Did you like my chut? Is it better than your devrani’s?”

He grinned, eyes hungry, and leaned in, kissing me hard. “Your chut is heaven, bhabhi. I’ve never seen anything so perfect,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. I teased, “Want to taste it again? Why wait?” He didn’t need more encouragement. He yanked my gown off, revealing my naked body. His mouth attacked my big boobs, sucking one nipple while pinching the other. “Aah… ohhh… yes, suck them hard,” I moaned, my body arching. I kissed him back, our tongues wrestling, the heat between us unbearable.

He moved down, licking my navel, then back to my chut. His tongue swirled around my clit, then dove deep, fucking me with his mouth. I screamed, “Aahh… uhhh… Rahul, don’t stop!” My hands clutched the sheets as I came again, my chut pulsing. I grabbed his thick, throbbing lund, stroking it. “I want to taste this beast,” I said, pushing him down. We got into a 69 position, me on top, sucking his lund like a lollipop. I licked the tip, swirled my tongue, and took it deep, gagging slightly. He groaned, “Ohh… bhabhi… fuck, you’re amazing,” while eating my chut, fingering me at the same time. I came thrice, each time louder, “Aahh… oohhh… yesss!” My husband could barely make me cum once, but Rahul had me shaking.

We stood up, kissing wildly, his hands squeezing my ass. His kissing style was so sexy—slow, deep, biting my lips gently. He lifted me in his arms, carrying me to the bathroom. I begged, “Fuck me here, Rahul, please!” He smirked, “Patience, my queen, let’s make it special.” In the bathroom, he turned on the shower, warm water cascading over us. I asked, “What’s the plan?” He said, “I fucked devrani under the shower the first time. Now it’s your turn.” He kissed me hard, water dripping down our bodies.

He bent me over under the shower, my hands against the wall. His lund pressed against my chut, teasing the entrance. I was scared it might tear me, but he eased it in slowly. The tip stretched me, “Aahh… slow, Rahul…” He pushed deeper, filling me completely. The water made it slick, and he started thrusting, slow at first, then faster. “Thap thap” sounds echoed as his lund pounded my chut. I moaned, “Aahh… uhhh… fuck me harder!” He grabbed my hips, slamming into me, my boobs bouncing. I came again, screaming, “Ohhh… yess… don’t stop!”

He turned me around, laid me on the bathroom floor under the shower, and climbed on top. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, his 7-inch lund sliding back into my chut. My pussy was so wet, it squelched with every thrust. “Aahh… oohhh… Rahul, you’re so good,” I gasped, matching his rhythm, pushing my hips up. He growled, “You want to fuck me, bhabhi?” I nodded, “Yes, I want to ride that lund.”

We moved back to the bedroom, but he didn’t let me walk—he carried me, my chut still impaled on his lund. He lay on the bed, and I climbed on top, guiding his cock into my dripping chut. It hurt at first after 40 minutes of nonstop action, but soon pleasure took over. I rode him slowly, then faster, my boobs bouncing wildly. He groaned, “Fuck, bhabhi, you’re on fire!” I laughed, “Your lund’s making me crazy, Rahul. Where’s this strength coming from?”

He started thrusting up, hard and fast, shaking my whole body. “Aahh… uhhh… ohhh… yes, fuck me!” I screamed, cumming again. He grunted, “Pooja, I’m gonna cum!” I begged, “Inside me, don’t pull out!” He pounded harder, my chut burning with pleasure and pain. His hot cum exploded inside me, filling my chut, spilling onto my thighs. I collapsed on him, both of us panting, soaked in sweat and water.

My thirst was quenched, but Rahul was insatiable. He stayed at our house for 8 days, and we fucked like animals every chance we got, exploring every corner of the house. Each session was wilder, dirtier, and more satisfying. What did you think of Pooja and Rahul’s steamy adventure? Share your thoughts below!

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