I’m Radha, 32, fair-skinned, with a curvy body that my saree hugged tightly, showing off every curve. My devar, Ravi, 28, tall and muscular, always had a naughty glint in his eyes. We were traveling in a meter-gauge train, in a two-tier AC compartment with just four berths. Across from us sat Ramesh, a hefty 45-year-old guy with a beard, and Sunaina, a 23-year-old hottie in a saree, her face a mix of innocence and mischief. A quick chat revealed they were father-in-law and daughter-in-law.
It was a day journey, and Ravi and I were on the opposite berths. Hours of sitting had me exhausted, my saree’s pallu slipping off, revealing my tight blouse and full breasts. I lay down on the lower berth, eyes half-closed, pretending to rest. Sunaina kept stealing glances at us, then at Ramesh, her eyes darting with curiosity. I was watching through slitted eyes, catching every move. Ravi was dozing, his head tilted.
Suddenly, I noticed Ramesh slide his hand behind Sunaina’s waist, rubbing her softly. Her breathing quickened, and she leaned into him, her saree’s pallu slipping to show her blouse stretched tight over her breasts. It was clear she was enjoying it. I kept my eyes just closed enough to look asleep, but I saw everything. Ramesh got bolder, squeezing her breast. Sunaina let out a soft moan, her hand sliding to his crotch, rubbing his dick through his pants. They were lost in each other, eyes locked with raw lust.
My body started heating up, a tingle spreading through my pussy. I nudged Ravi with my elbow. He glanced over, still half-asleep, but caught on quick. His eyes lit up, and I saw a bulge forming in his pants. He slid his hand onto my thigh, creeping up toward my breasts under my saree. My breath hitched, but I stayed quiet. Ramesh saw us and smirked, getting even bolder. He slipped his hand inside Sunaina’s saree, groping her breasts over her blouse. She was practically melting into him, her eyes screaming, “Fuck me now!”
Ravi didn’t hold back either. His hand openly roamed my breasts, squeezing them through my blouse. My pallu was long gone, and my 36D tits were straining against the fabric. Ramesh grinned at us, then shoved his hand inside Sunaina’s blouse, grabbing her bare tits. Her moans grew louder, “Oh… Sasurji… slow…” but her face showed she loved it.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up, unzipped Ravi’s pants, and grabbed his rock-hard 7-inch cock, thick and veiny. I stroked it slowly, and Ravi moaned, “Bhabhi… fuck…” Ramesh saw us and laid Sunaina down on the berth. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his 6-inch dick, and hiked up her saree. He rubbed his cock against her wet pussy, and Sunaina moaned, “Ohh… Sasurji… put it in… fuck me…”
Ravi tried to lay me down, but I shook my head. Across from us, Ramesh thrust his dick into Sunaina’s pussy. “Ahh… ooh… Sasurji… slow… fuck…” her moans echoed in the compartment. Her tits bounced out of her blouse as he fucked her hard. But Ramesh came too quick, unloading inside her and collapsing, panting.
Ravi gave him a look, and Ramesh nodded with a grin. Ravi lifted Sunaina’s legs, her saree bunched up, her dripping pussy exposed. He pulled out his hard cock and slammed it into her in one go. “Ohh… fuck… Ravi… so big… ahh…” Sunaina’s moans filled the air. I sat there, watching, my pussy soaking wet. Ravi’s thrusts were relentless, and Sunaina’s cries grew louder, “Fuck… harder… ohh… fuck me…” The wet sounds of their fucking, slap… slap…, echoed.
They both came hard, Sunaina’s pussy dripping with Ravi’s cum. She lay there, panting, as Ravi squeezed her tits and kissed her. She looked at him with lustful eyes. The train pulled into Agra Fort station as evening fell. Ravi grabbed our bags, and we stepped off, catching a tempo to a nearby hotel.
On the way, Ravi couldn’t keep his hands off me. He’d brush my waist, squeeze my tits when no one was looking. My saree kept slipping, and I let it, feeling naughty. At the hotel, I stripped off my saree, lying on the bed in just my petticoat and blouse, my tits practically bursting out. My pussy was wet, my body burning with need. Ravi stared at me, his eyes hungry. My breasts heaved with every breath, and I knew he was dying to fuck me.
I dozed off for a bit, but when I opened my eyes, Ravi was sitting beside me, staring at my tits. My blouse was so tight my 36D breasts were spilling out, two buttons undone, my bra peeking through. I sat up, pretending to be annoyed, and caught his hand as it reached for my tits. “Devar ji… what’s this? Keep your hands off!” I teased, giving him a sly look.
He stammered, “Bhabhi… just fixing your buttons!” But his bulging pants told me he wanted to grope my tits. I smirked, “Then fix them!” He grabbed my blouse, pressing my breasts as he fumbled with the buttons. “Bhabhi… this blouse is too tight!” he said, his voice thick with lust.
“Then press harder!” I pushed my tits out more. His hands clamped onto my breasts, squeezing them hard. “Ohh… Devar ji… that’s not the blouse!” I giggled, pushing him away and heading to the bathroom. I showered, coming out in just my petticoat and blouse, feeling his eyes on me. He’d showered too, and his hands kept brushing my ass or grazing my tits with every chance.
By 9 PM, we were strolling in the hotel garden. My mind was on Ravi, my body aching to get fucked. I hadn’t worn panties under my petticoat or a bra under my kurti. I playfully slapped his ass and realized he wasn’t wearing underwear either. His bare ass under his pajamas made my pussy throb.
“Devar ji… wanna know a secret?” I whispered naughtily.
“Tell me, Bhabhi!” he said, excited.
“Close your eyes… I’ll show you magic!” I giggled, my pussy dripping. He shut his eyes, and I slid my hand over his pants, grabbing his hard cock. “Keep your eyes closed… please!” I said, stroking him slowly.
“Ohh… Bhabhi… fuck…” he moaned.
“No peeking… swear on me!” I tightened my grip, feeling his thick cock pulse. I slipped my hand inside his pajamas, grabbing his bare 7-inch dick, hot and throbbing. “Ohh… fuck… Bhabhi…” his moans grew louder.
A noise startled me, and I pulled my hand out. Ravi opened his eyes, “Bhabhi… was that a dream?”
“Shut up, dream boy! Let’s go to the room!” I laughed, dragging him back.
In our double-bed room, Ravi stared at me with hungry eyes. I lay on the bed, pretending to sleep, but my pussy was on fire. I waited for him to make a move, but he just lay there. My body was screaming to get fucked. Finally, I decided I’d take charge. I stripped off my petticoat and blouse, standing naked, my 36D tits bouncing, my pussy soaked. I crept over to Ravi, untied his pajama string, and pulled them down. His cock stood straight, ready to fuck.
I climbed on top, rubbing his cock against my wet pussy. “Ohh…” I moaned softly. I guided his cock inside, and it slid in with a fap sound. “Fuck…” I gasped as his 7-inch dick filled me. Ravi’s eyes snapped open, “Bhabhi… what the… ohh fuck…”
I pinned him down, my pussy swallowing his cock. “Devar ji… too sleepy? What about your Bhabhi’s needs?” I whispered, grinding on him.
“Bhabhi… I thought you were joking…” he groaned.
“No jokes between a cock and a pussy… it’s meant to fuck!” I laughed, riding him slowly.
He turned on the light. I shifted, sitting upright on his cock, letting it sink deep into my pussy. “Ohh… fuck… Ravi… so thick…” I moaned, my tits bouncing. His hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing hard. “Bhabhi… these tits are so juicy… fuck…” he growled. I leaned down, kissing him hard, my tongue in his mouth, moaning, “Ohh… fuck me… harder…”
He flipped me over, now on top. He lifted my legs, aiming his cock at my asshole. “Bhabhi… let’s try this…” he whispered. I raised my ass slightly, and he pushed his cock in. “Ohh… fuck… Ravi… slow… ahh…” I moaned as his dick stretched my tight asshole. He fucked me slowly, staring into my eyes. “Bhabhi… your ass is so tight… fuck…” he groaned.
His thrusts got faster, the slap… slap… of our bodies echoing. “Ohh… Ravi… fuck my ass… harder…” I begged, my pussy dripping. He pulled out and slammed his cock back into my pussy. “Fuck… Bhabhi… this pussy’s heaven…” he growled. The wet fap… fap… sounds filled the room. My body was buzzing, “Ohh… Ravi… I’m gonna cum… fuck me…” I screamed.
His cock hardened, and hot cum shot into my pussy. “Ohh… Bhabhi… take my load…” he moaned. My pussy clenched, and I came hard, “Ohh… fuck… Ravi…” Our juices mixed, dripping out as we collapsed, panting. He squeezed my ass, emptying every drop inside me. I rolled over, falling into a deep sleep.
Morning came late. Ravi was up, watching me. He lifted my legs, spread my pussy, and kissed it deeply. “Ohh… Ravi…” I moaned.
“Bhabhi, you’re a must in every home!” he said lovingly.
“Yeah, but without a devar, who’ll fuck Bhabhi?” I teased. We laughed, getting ready to leave.