In the quiet lanes of Gokuldham Society, under the silver glow of a moonlit night on April 5, 2025, Jethalal, Daya, and Babita were tangled in a secret, steamy affair at Jethalal’s house. Jethalal, a 45-year-old shopkeeper with a slight paunch but a devilish grin that could charm any woman, stood tall in his own way. Daya, 38, was a sight to behold—her long, thick, jet-black hair cascaded past her waist, her curvy figure barely hidden by her saree, making every man’s eyes linger. Babita, 35, was the modern bombshell—fair, fit, with a body that screamed seduction in her tight outfits, like she’d walked straight out of a fashion magazine. Tonight, their hidden bond was about to get a lot filthier.
The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with lust. Daya tugged Babita close, her saree pallu slipping just enough to tease. Their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing, breaths heavy. Daya’s hands roamed Babita’s body, pulling her onto the bed. Jethalal stood at the edge, his cock already twitching in his pants as he watched his wife and Babita lock lips. Daya pushed Babita down gently, her fingers working the buttons of Babita’s blouse. It popped open, revealing Babita’s perky, round tits, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Daya leaned in, sucking one nipple into her mouth, making Babita moan softly, “Ohhh… Daya bhabhi… fuck…”
Jethalal couldn’t hold back anymore. He stripped off his shirt and pants, leaving just his boxers, his thick, average-sized cock straining against the fabric. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes locked on Babita’s skirt. He slid it up, yanking her panties down in one swift move. Her pussy was a sight—clean-shaven, pink, and already glistening with wetness. “Fuck, Babita ji, this pussy’s a goddamn paradise,” Jethalal growled, his voice thick with lust. Babita smirked, spreading her legs wider. “Then come fuck it, Jethaji,” she teased.
He positioned his cock at her pussy’s entrance, rubbing the tip against her wet folds, but Daya grabbed his wrist. “Wait, Topu-ke-papa!” Her voice was playful, dripping with mischief. She knelt down, her long hair brushing against Babita’s thighs. She draped her silky strands over Babita’s pussy, teasing her clit with the soft tresses. Babita squirmed, giggling and moaning, “Ohhh… Daya bhabhi… that tickles… fuck, it feels so good…” Daya grinned, spreading her hair across Babita’s pussy like a curtain, then looked at Jethalal. “Now, Topu-ke-papa, fuck her.”
Jethalal didn’t need another invitation. He pushed his cock through Daya’s hair, the soft strands wrapping around his shaft as he slid into Babita’s tight, wet pussy. “Slap… slap…” The sound of his cock sinking in echoed, and Babita’s moans filled the room. “Ohhh… Jethaji… your cock’s so fucking hard… ufff…” The mix of Daya’s hair and Babita’s slick pussy drove Jethalal wild. He started thrusting, slow at first, savoring the warmth and tightness. Daya lay beside Babita, sucking her tits, while Babita’s hand slipped under Daya’s saree, fingering her pussy through her panties.
Jethalal picked up the pace, his hips slamming into Babita. The room filled with “thap-thap-thap” sounds, his balls slapping against her ass. Babita’s moans turned into screams. “Fuck… Jethaji… harder… fuck my pussy… ohhh!” Jethalal grabbed her thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders, pounding deeper. Daya leaned in, kissing Jethalal’s neck, her tongue tracing his jawline. Babita’s body tensed, her pussy clenching around Jethalal’s cock. “Ohhh… I’m cumming… fuck… ahhh!” Her juices gushed, soaking Daya’s hair and the bedsheet.
Jethalal’s cock was still rock-hard, and now it was Daya’s turn. She stripped off her saree, her petticoat barely covering her round, juicy ass. She got on all fours, her ass high in the air, inviting him. “Come on, Topu-ke-papa, fuck me now,” she purred. Daya spread her hair over her own pussy, the black strands contrasting against her fair skin. Jethalal knelt behind her, sliding his cock through her hair and into her dripping pussy. “Fachak…” The wet sound of his cock plunging in made Daya moan, “Ohhh… Topu-ke-papa… so deep… fuck me… ahhh…”
Babita, still catching her breath, crawled in front of Daya, spreading her legs. “Lick me, Daya bhabhi,” she whispered, her pussy still wet from her orgasm. Daya buried her face in Babita’s cunt, her tongue lapping at the folds, making Babita moan again. “Ohhh… your tongue… fuck…” Jethalal grabbed Daya’s ass, spanking it hard, leaving red marks. “Daya, your pussy’s squeezing my cock so fucking tight,” he grunted, thrusting harder. Daya moaned into Babita’s pussy, “Mmm… fuck me harder, Topu-ke-papa… ahhh…”
The room was a symphony of “thap-thap” and moans. Jethalal’s cock swelled, his balls tightening. “Daya, I’m gonna cum!” he groaned. Daya pushed her ass back, taking him deeper. “Cum inside me, Topu-ke-papa… fill my pussy… ahhh…” With one final thrust, Jethalal exploded, his hot cum shooting deep into Daya’s pussy, some spilling onto her hair. Daya’s pussy clenched, and she came hard, her juices mixing with his. Babita, feeling Daya’s tongue work harder, came again, her screams echoing, “Ohhh… fuck… yes…”
The three collapsed on the bed, panting, sweaty, and satisfied. Babita, still naked, kissed Daya’s lips, tasting her own juices. “Daya bhabhi, that was fucking insane… I came four times!” Daya laughed, her voice hoarse. “Babita ji, you made it twice as hot… and Topu-ke-papa was like a fucking machine!” Jethalal grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. “With Babita ji’s tits and your hair, Daya, my life’s fucking complete!”
Daya smirked, “Get used to it, Topu-ke-papa… we’re doing this all week!” Babita nodded, “Hell yeah, Daya bhabhi!” Jethalal chuckled, “What, you two gonna make my cock stand again?” They all burst into laughter, collapsing naked on the bed.
Jethalal lay in the middle, Daya on one side, Babita on the other. Daya braided her hair, and Jethalal wrapped the braid around his cock, still semi-hard. Babita, seeing this, reached over, stroking his cock through the hair. “Slap… slap…” The soft sounds started again, and Jethalal moaned, “Fuck… Babita ji…” In minutes, he came again, his cum splattering Daya’s braid and back. Daya giggled, “Babita ji, you’re too much!” Babita purred, “Good night, my loves…” They drifted off to sleep.
At 7 AM, Daya and Babita woke up, Jethalal still snoring, his cock tangled in Daya’s braid. Daya gently untangled it, but Babita stopped her, whispering, “Your hair looks sexy loose…” They kissed again, their hands roaming. With Jethalal asleep in the corner, they went full lesbian mode, scissoring their pussies together. “Fach… fach…” Their wet cunts rubbed, and Babita moaned, “Ohhh… Daya bhabhi… put your hair there…” Daya draped her hair between their pussies, and they ground harder, moaning, “Ahhh… fuck…” The room filled with their gasps.
Jethalal woke up, rubbing his eyes. “Fuck, what a morning view! Keep going, I’m off to shower and head to the shop.” He left, and Daya and Babita fucked until they both came, their juices soaking the sheets. They kissed, then got up to make breakfast. Over the table, Jethalal said, “Evening, we’re fucking again, ladies.” Babita winked, “Deal, Jethaji… Daya bhabhi, prep for the women’s meeting too!” They kissed goodbye, and Jethalal and Babita left for work.
That evening, the women’s group met at Jethalal’s house. Daya wore a saree, her braid swinging. Jethalal whispered, “Keep the braid, no bun.” She complied, and he couldn’t resist kissing her braid. The women’s group—Babita, Madhavi, Anjali, Roshan, and Komal—walked in, catching Jethalal mid-kiss. They blushed, and Jethalal and Daya bolted to the bedroom, embarrassed.
After the meeting, Babita stayed back. “Daya bhabhi, did you see Madhavi bhabhi’s hair? So long and thick!” Daya laughed, “Yeah, Topu-ke-papa’s cock was rock-hard seeing it!” They giggled, and Daya added, “I think he wants to fuck Madhavi too… should we invite her to join us?” Babita nodded, “Let’s try, Daya bhabhi!”
What do you think—will Madhavi join Daya and Babita’s threesome? Drop your thoughts in the comments!