My name is Khushboo. I’m twenty-two, married for just eleven months, and I moved to Delhi after my wedding, though I’m originally from Kolkata. My husband, Dev, works in a software company in Gurgaon. I’m a looker, if I say so myself—my curvy figure, full boobs, slim waist, and round, swaying ass make heads turn. If you scan me from head to toe, your cock’s bound to stand up. Today, I’m in the mood to share a spicy story that happened to me recently.
We live alone in Delhi, just me and Dev. My in-laws and my parents are back in West Bengal. If there’s anyone close to us here, it’s Servesh, Dev’s childhood buddy from the same village. They studied together, and Servesh is a tall, muscular, bodybuilder-type guy, twenty-six, still unmarried. He runs his own business and has this charming, easy-going vibe that pulls you in. His deep voice and infectious laugh can make anyone weak in the knees.
Three days ago, Dev had to rush to America for a month-long work trip. Everything happened so fast there was no time to plan. His flight was on the 20th, leaving me alone in Delhi. Then we found out Servesh was heading to Kolkata because some girl’s family was coming to see him for a marriage proposal. Dev suggested, “Servesh, you’re going anyway, take Khushboo along. What’s she gonna do alone in Delhi for a month? She can visit her family and in-laws.”
Everyone loved the idea—my parents, in-laws, everyone. The only hitch? Servesh had one confirmed ticket in second-class AC, but none for me. We figured we’d sort it out with the TT on the train. I grabbed a waiting ticket and boarded with Servesh. We got a side lower berth, and we settled in. Servesh was being super sweet—getting me snacks, tea, everything. Why wouldn’t he? A hot chick like me as his travel buddy? Who’d miss that chance?
We sat chatting as the train rolled on. Night fell, and the TT came by. No extra berth, despite our pleading. Fine, we thought, we’ll manage sitting. We pulled the curtain across our berth for some privacy. But sitting with your legs folded for hours? Not fun. We had to stretch out, and that’s where things got wild.
At first, it was awkward. Our legs kept brushing, and we were muttering “sorry-sorry.” But the journey was long, so I let it slide. Soon, our legs were rubbing against each other’s thighs. Servesh’s foot grazed my boob, and I felt a tingle. I could’ve turned away and slept, but a naughty spark lit up inside me. Servesh has always been hot—those bulging muscles, that rugged face. Sometimes, when Dev was fucking me, I’d imagine it was Servesh pounding me, his strong arms pinning me down.
I slid his leg between my thighs, pressing it against my pussy. Slowly, I started rubbing myself on him. My breath quickened. Servesh was awake, and he caught on quick. He moved his foot, teasing my pussy through my salwar. “Ohhh…” I let out a soft moan. My pussy was getting wet. I loosened my salwar’s drawstring, and Servesh’s fingers found my panties, stroking me. “Fuck… Servesh… what are you doing…” I whispered, but my body was on fire.
The panties were in the way. I got up, went to the toilet, and ditched my salwar and kurta. I slipped into a tight t-shirt and a short skirt that barely covered my thighs. No panties—I was ready to play. When I returned, Servesh was sitting up, his eyes gleaming with lust. The train’s hum and darkness made it all feel like a secret, dirty adventure.
As soon as I sat, Servesh grabbed my hand. He ran a finger across my face, then slipped it into my mouth. I sucked it, locking eyes with him, my gaze dripping with want. “Khushboo… you’re so fucking hot…” he murmured. I didn’t reply, just sucked harder. Next thing I know, we were in each other’s arms, lips crashing together. His kisses were hungry, his tongue wrestling with mine. “Ohh… Servesh… slow down…” I gasped, but he was unstoppable.
He pulled me close, his breath hot against my neck. My heart was racing, and I knew I was crossing a line, but I didn’t care. He laid me down on the berth, his hands roaming under my t-shirt. I hadn’t worn a bra, and when he lifted my shirt, my round, firm boobs spilled out. “Fuck, bhabhi… these tits are perfect…” he growled, diving in to suck one. He nibbled my nipple, making me squirm. “Ahhh… Servesh… easy… it hurts…” I moaned, but the pain mixed with pleasure drove me wild. His other hand squeezed my second boob, kneading it hard. He licked my armpit, raising my arms, and my smooth, fair skin glistened under the dim light.
His hands slid under my skirt, finding my bare pussy. “No panties? You’re such a naughty bhabhi…” he chuckled, his fingers brushing my wet slit. I was dripping, and his touch made me shiver. “Ohhh… Servesh… touch me more…” I begged. He kissed my thighs, biting softly, then lifted my skirt and buried his face in my pussy. His tongue flicked my clit, then dove into my hole. “Slurp… slurp…” The sound mixed with the train’s rhythm. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. “Ahhh… ohhh… Servesh… lick it… don’t stop…” I was losing it, my hands pressing his head deeper.
I felt his cock straining through his pants. I reached down, unzipped him, and pulled it out. It was massive—seven inches, thick, rock-hard. I stroked it, feeling its heat. “Servesh… give it to me… I want to suck it…” I whispered. He moved up, his cock hovering near my mouth. I licked the tip, tasting his precum. “Ssss… bhabhi… suck it hard…” he groaned. I took as much as I could, my lips stretching around his thickness. “Slurp… slurp…” I bobbed my head, and he grabbed my hair, guiding me. My pussy was soaked, aching for more.
He pulled back, spread my legs wider, and went down on me again. This time, he slid two fingers inside my pussy while sucking my clit. “Ahhhh… fuck… Servesh…” I moaned, my body shaking. He finger-fucked me, curling his fingers to hit my sweet spot. I was going crazy. “Servesh… fuck me now… I can’t wait…” I pleaded, my voice thick with lust.
He looked at me, his eyes burning. “Bhabhi, don’t worry, this stays between us. I won’t ruin Dev’s life. But tonight, you’re mine. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.” His words sent a jolt through me. I pulled him closer, kissing him hard. He positioned his cock at my pussy’s entrance. I rubbed it against my wet slit, teasing him. “Ohhh… put it in…” I moaned.
With one hard thrust, he buried his cock inside me. “Ahhhh… fuck… it’s so big… my pussy’s gonna tear…” I cried out, the stretch intense but delicious. He started thrusting, slow at first. “Thap… thap… thap…” The sound of his cock slamming into me filled the berth. I gripped his waist, and he squeezed my boobs, sucking my nipples till they were red. “Ohhh… fuck me… harder…” I moaned, lost in the heat.
I rode him for fifteen minutes, my ass bouncing on his cock. Then he flipped me over, putting me on my knees in doggy style. My skirt was bunched around my waist, my ass up in the air. He slammed into me from behind, his hands gripping my hips. “Thap thap thap…” The sound was louder now. He spanked my ass, making it jiggle. “Bhabhi, what a fucking ass… so fat and soft…” he growled. I screamed, “Ahhh… Servesh… fuck me harder… rip my pussy…” He pulled my hair, pounding me deep.
He switched again, lifting my legs onto his shoulders. His cock went deeper, hitting spots I didn’t know existed. “Ohhh… fuck… Servesh… deeper… ahhh…” I was a mess, my body trembling. He sucked my boobs, bit my nipples, and fucked me hard. We went at it for twenty minutes, pausing only for him to lick my pussy or kiss me. Sweat dripped off us, the berth a tangle of limbs and moans.
Then he whispered, “Bhabhi, can I fuck your ass?” I hesitated but was too turned on to say no. He licked my asshole, sliding a finger in to loosen me up. “Ahhh… slow… it hurts…” I gasped. He went slow, then pushed his cock in. The pain turned to pleasure. “Thap thap…” He fucked my ass, and I moaned, “Ohhh… Servesh… fuck my ass harder…” It felt so dirty, so good.
Finally, we both came hard. My pussy gushed, and his hot cum filled me up. “Ahhhh… ohhh…” We collapsed, panting. That night, he fucked me four times, once in my ass. By morning, I could barely walk. He’d fucked me raw.
At the station, my family picked me up. They saw me limping and said, “Khushboo, your leg must be stiff from sitting.” Servesh smirked, and I gave him a sly smile. We both knew why I couldn’t walk. He went to his place, and I went with my parents.
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