My marriage has been going strong for fifteen years now. My wife, Rita, is the eldest in her family, with her younger sister Rajni—lovingly called Bebo by everyone—two years her junior, and a brother four years younger. Bebo, at 22, was a stunner with fair skin, a delicate face, and a curvy, full figure that could make anyone’s heart race. Her playful eyes and naughty smile added to her charm. I’m Rakesh, 38, average build but fit and full of energy. Rita, 35, is calm and homely, but after our son was born, her focus shifted mostly to him.
This story is about the real, fiery moment when Bebo turned my world upside down. It’s raw, it’s intense, and it’s etched in my memory forever. When our first son was born, I went to Rita’s parents’ house to bring her back. Bebo, in her third year of B.A., was on summer break with a month left. Rita convinced her family to let Bebo come with us to Gurgaon to help with the baby. I took ten days off work to spend time with family. During the day, Rita and Bebo were busy with the baby, but when we got free time, Bebo and I played ludo or carrom. Her giggles and teasing remarks started pulling me in. Evenings, we’d hit the park, often eating out. I’d ask Bebo what she wanted to eat and order her favorite. At the market, I’d insist on getting her something—goggles, a purse, whatever. She’d refuse, but I’d make her take it. In just four days, we got close. At night, when Rita dozed off feeding the baby, Bebo and I would talk late into the night. Her mix of innocence and mischief was driving me wild.
One afternoon, Rita fell asleep while feeding the baby. Bebo went to shower, and I was in the garage cleaning my car. The bathroom had a small window opening to the garage, high up, hard to see through unless you climbed up. I was on the car’s tire, wiping the roof, when my eyes caught the window. Bebo was stark naked under the shower. Her fair, smooth body glistened with water droplets. Her back was to me, her round, full ass in perfect view, water sliding down her curves. My body tingled with a rush. Then she turned, and I saw her front—big, round boobs with small, dark nipples standing hard. Her pussy, covered in thick black hair, was wet and shiny from the water. She rubbed her boobs, then her pussy, like she knew I was watching. My dick was rock-hard, straining against my shorts, making a tent.
When she finished, she toweled off, rubbing her boobs till they jiggled, then wiping her pussy, making those curly hairs gleam. She slipped on a white bra, a pink panty, and a colorful lower with a top. Just then, her eyes caught mine through the window. I ducked, but my hard-on was obvious. Bebo came to the garage, pretending to dry her towel, and teased, “Jiju, still cleaning the car? Takes you that long, huh?” Her eyes were on my shorts, where my dick was bulging. I mumbled, “Yeah, almost done. Let’s go inside.” I covered my erection with a cloth and headed in, rushing to the toilet to jerk off and calm my raging hard-on.
From that day, it became a routine. Whenever Bebo went to shower, I’d find an excuse to be in the garage. She knew I was peeking and started putting on a show. She’d yell, “Didi, I’m going to bathe!” like a signal for me. I’d get to the window, and she’d strip slowly. If I was late, she’d linger, waiting for the garage door’s sound. Then she’d peel off her top, face the window, and unhook her bra, letting her boobs bounce free. She’d caress them, pinching her nipples. Then, turning, she’d slide off her lower, then her panty, rubbing her pussy and tugging its hair, swaying her ass for me. My dick would be throbbing, and I’d pull it out, stroking as I watched. When she dressed, I’d slip away.
My leave was ending, with two days left. One day, Rita went to the market with her friend to buy baby clothes, saying, “Rakesh, stay here. Bebo’s sleeping; the baby kept her up all night. Let her rest. Warm up food for her when she wakes.” After Rita left, I checked on Bebo. She was asleep in a skirt and t-shirt, her t-shirt riding up to show her white bra. Her skirt was up her thighs, revealing a red panty, her pussy’s bulge clear under it. I called, “Bebo! Bebo!” No response. Her fair belly, smooth legs, and thick thighs were driving me nuts. I sat on the sofa, but my mind was on her. I went back, stood by the door, staring. Her curvy thighs and that panty-covered pussy bulge were too much. I sat beside her, called softly, “Bebo!” Still nothing. I placed my hand on her smooth thigh, warm and soft. I slid my hand up, brushing her panty, feeling her pussy’s mound. I pressed gently, and she didn’t stir, maybe pretending to sleep.
My courage grew. I tried slipping my hand into her panty, but the skirt was in the way. Carefully, I undid her skirt’s hook and zipper. My hand went inside her panty, feeling her thick pussy hair. My finger found her slit, warm and wet. I parted her lips, sliding a finger along her folds. Her breathing quickened, but she stayed still. I pushed a finger inside, rubbing her G-spot. Her pussy got wetter. I slid her panty down to her knees, then off, spreading her legs. Lying beside her, I kept rubbing her pussy, my fingers dipping in and out. A soft moan escaped her, “Aaahh…” She opened her eyes, acting surprised, “Jiju, when did you come? What’re you doing?”
I grinned, “Just got here, Bebo. Thought I’d give you some fun. Feels good, right? I know you weren’t sleeping. Your pussy’s too wet for that.”
She blushed, “No, Jiju, I was asleep! Why’d you take off my panty?”
“Stop lying, Bebo,” I chuckled. “Come on, let’s have some fun together.”
She smiled slyly, “What kinda fun, Jiju? What were you looking for in my panty?”
I pulled her close, pressing my lips to hers. Her soft, pink lips melted into mine as I sucked them. She hugged me tight. My hand slipped under her t-shirt, squeezing her firm boobs over her bra. Her nipples hardened. When I tried pulling off her t-shirt, she whispered, “Jiju, what if Didi comes back?”
“She’s at the market,” I said. “Won’t be back for hours.”
I tugged off her t-shirt. Her big, round boobs were trapped in that white bra. I squeezed them, then unhooked her bra, letting her bare boobs spring free. I pinched her dark nipples, and she moaned, “Aaahh… Jiju…” I sucked one nipple, swirling my tongue, making it stiffer. Her skirt came off next. She was fully naked now, her fair, smooth body glowing. I stripped off my clothes, my 8-inch long, 3-inch thick dick hard as steel. I pressed against her, my dick rubbing her smooth thighs. My hand went to her pussy, wet and hot. I rubbed her clit, and she moaned louder, “Uhh… Aaahh…” She grabbed my hair, kissing me hard.
I laid her flat on the bed, rubbing her pussy lips. My fingers slid inside, fucking her slowly. Her moans grew, “Aaahh… Ohhh… Jiju…” Her pussy was dripping. I guided her hand to my dick. She grabbed it without hesitation, squeezing. My dick throbbed harder as she stroked it. I fingered her G-spot, and she squirmed, “Aaahh… Jiju… do more…” I spread her legs wider, climbing on top. My dick’s tip rubbed her pussy. I pushed it in slowly. She screamed, “Aaahh! Jiju, it hurts!”
“First time’s like that, Bebo,” I soothed. “Just relax, it’ll feel good.”
I pushed deeper, half my dick inside. She writhed, “Uhh… Jiju, take it out! It’s too much!” Blood trickled from her pussy. I stopped, kissing her forehead, cheeks, lips. Tears welled in her eyes. I held her close. After a bit, her pain eased. I moved my dick in and out slowly. She moaned, “Aaahh… Uhh… Jiju…” Her tight pussy gripped me. I sped up, her virgin pussy stretching around my thick dick. A little blood showed she’d been a virgin till now. I fucked her faster, her boobs bouncing. She wrapped her legs around my waist, moaning, “Aaahh… Ohhh… Jiju… harder… uhh…” Her pussy’s wetness made my dick slide easier. I grabbed her hips, pounding her. She screamed, “Ssss… harder, Jiju… uhh… aaahh… deeper… yesss…” After 15 minutes, she tensed, clutching me, “Jiju… I’m… aaahh… done… uhh… yesss!” Her pussy gushed, and she went limp.
My dick was still hard. I kept thrusting fast. She whimpered, “Jiju… enough…” But I didn’t stop. After a few minutes, I was close. I pulled out, cumming on her pussy hair. My cum glistened on her dark curls. I collapsed on her, our breaths heavy. We lay there, then got up. Bebo wiped the blood from the sheet with a wet cloth and turned on the fan to dry it.
I asked, “How was it, Bebo?”
She said, “Jiju, it hurt at first, but then… wow, I’ve never felt that good. I’m crazy for you now. You can do this anytime.”
I hugged her, kissing her lips. She kissed back. I squeezed her boobs, saying, “One more time?”
She laughed, pulling away, “Jiju, you’re so dirty! That wasn’t enough? Didi’s coming soon. My pussy’s sore, maybe cut. I’ll soak it in warm water to feel better, or Didi’ll notice my limp. Tomorrow, okay?”
She winked and headed to the bathroom. I watched her go, my desire fulfilled. Over two years, we fucked whenever we could—9 times at our place, 3 at hers, and 3 in one night at a hotel. Each time was different, wild. I’ll share those stories if I get time.
Two years later, Bebo got married. She’s a mom of two now. We meet a couple of times a year, talk on the phone, but never mention our past. We haven’t fucked since her marriage, and maybe that’s why we still care for each other deeply.
So, friends, what did you think of my story?