My name’s Pankaj, I’m 30 years old, and I’m from Ranchi. This story goes back six years, when I was still unmarried. I’d just landed a new job in Ranchi, but before starting, I had to head to Patna for training. The company was supposed to arrange a room for me, so I thought everything was sorted. On the decided date, I reached Patna, and there I bumped into my old buddy Kamal, who worked at the same company. Kamal insisted I stay at his place instead of the company’s setup. I tried to say no, but his persistence wore me down, and I ended up going with him.
Kamal lived with just his wife, Shama. When we got to his place, he rang the bell. The door swung open, and I froze. There stood Shama Bhabhi, wearing a tight, one-piece nightie that hugged every curve of her body. Her slim waist, those perfect curves, and her full, heavy breasts—fuck, she was a total bombshell! I couldn’t stop staring. Kamal nudged me with a laugh, “What’s up, man? You gonna stand there or come inside?” I snapped out of it, embarrassed, and hurried in.
We plopped down on the sofa, and Shama brought us water. I grabbed the glass, but my eyes kept sneaking back to her nightie, practically see-through, teasing what was underneath. Her walk, her smile—everything was setting my brain on fire. We chatted for a while, catching up on old times. Then it was dinner time. Shama called out, “Food’s ready, come on!” Kamal went to freshen up, changed, and we all sat down to eat. Over dinner, Kamal said, “Pankaj, this room’s yours now. Make yourself at home.” The room was perfect—neat, cozy, everything in place. I nodded, “Cool, bro.”
After dinner, we watched some TV while Shama tidied up in the kitchen. I hadn’t really talked to her much yet. Later, she headed to her room, saying over her shoulder, “Pankaj, if you need anything, just let me know.” There was a sweet, almost teasing edge to her voice. I mumbled, “Sure, Bhabhi,” and went to my room.
That night, I realized I’d forgotten my lungi. I asked Kamal, “Dude, got an extra lungi?” He grinned, “Ask Shama.” I hesitated but walked to their room and knocked. When I stepped inside, my jaw dropped. Shama was standing there in just her panties, slipping on a bra. Her pale, round tits, that tiny waist, and those barely-there panties—fuck, I was speechless. She didn’t even flinch, just looked at me and said, “What do you need?” I stammered, “Uh… a lungi?” She smirked, “Sure. But first, come here and hook my bra.”
My heart was pounding like a drum. I walked over, hands shaking, and fumbled with the bra hook. Her soft skin brushed against my fingers, driving me wild. Still in her bra and panties, she grabbed a lungi from the wardrobe and handed it to me. I bolted back to my room, my head spinning. What the fuck was going on? Why was Shama so bold? Did Kamal know? I hit the bed, but sleep was impossible. My cock was rock-hard, and all I could see was Shama’s nearly naked body.
Later, Kamal called out, “Pankaj, come have some tea!” I adjusted my hard-on under the lungi and went to the living room. Shama shot me a sultry smile as she set down the tea tray. While we sipped, Kamal said, “Bro, I’ve got some urgent work and need to head out. Since you’re here, I’m not worried about Shama.” I nodded, “No problem, man. You go, I’ve got this.” Kamal left that night, leaving just me and Shama in the house.
Back in my room, my cock wouldn’t calm down. I tried splashing cold water on it in the bathroom, but that fucker just got harder. After half an hour of tossing and turning, I thought, Let’s see what Shama’s up to. I crept to their room. The door was slightly ajar. I peeked through the curtain, and my mind—and cock—went insane. Shama was sprawled naked on the bed, legs slightly spread, like she was waiting for me.
I stood there, frozen, until she purred, “Pankaj, come inside!” I stepped in, mustering courage, and asked, “Bhabhi, what’s going on? What’d you put in my tea?” She laughed, “A Viagra pill, what else?” I snapped, “That’s fucked up!” But before I could say more, she pressed her lips against mine, kissing me like a starving animal. For a second, I thought about Kamal—where the hell was he, leaving his wife with me? But her heat melted my doubts away.
I gave in, kissing her back hard. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she sucked on my lips, then moved to my chest, licking my nipples. My lungi fell off, and I didn’t even notice. Suddenly, she pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top, grabbing my throbbing cock with her soft hands. Fuck, I could barely breathe. Then she took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip like it was a fucking lollipop. I groaned, “Oh… fuck…” I tried to pull her up, but she was relentless, sucking me like she’d never let go.
After ten minutes of her worshipping my cock, she climbed up, licking my chest, teasing my nipples with her tongue. I flipped her over, pinning her down, and devoured her lips. My hands found her heavy tits, squeezing them hard, sucking her nipples until she moaned, “Oh, Pankaj… harder…” I moved down, licking her neck, nibbling her tits, then reaching her navel. I plunged my tongue into it, tasting her skin, making her squirm. Her moans filled the room, “Ahh… Pankaj… keep going!”
When my tongue reached her pussy, she tensed up, already soaking wet. I lapped up her juices, savoring every drop as she writhed, “Fuck… Pankaj… stop teasing!” But I wasn’t stopping. I rubbed my cock against her slick pussy lips, and she begged, “Pankaj, put it in!” I teased, “What do you want, you dirty slut?” She grinned, “Fuck me with that cock, baby!” I parted her pussy lips with the tip and slid in slowly. She gasped, “Oh… slow, Pankaj… your cock’s twice as thick as Kamal’s!”
Shocked, I asked, “Wait, Kamal knows?” She nodded, “Yeah, he told me to let you fuck me. I love him, but his dick’s too small. Just fuck me, we’ll deal with the rest later.” That killed my hesitation. I thrust hard, half my cock sinking into her tight pussy. She screamed, “Fuck, I’m dying!” Another thrust, and I was balls-deep, her pussy gripping me like a vice. She whimpered, but I sucked her tit, easing her pain. Soon, she was rocking her hips, matching my rhythm.
I started pounding her, slow at first, then faster. Her moans grew louder, “Fuck me, Pankaj… harder!” I sucked her tits, fucking her tight pussy relentlessly. It was so tight, my cock felt like it was in heaven. She gasped, “I’m gonna cum!” I hammered her harder, and she came, clutching the sheets, her body shaking. I flipped her over, making her ass stick up, and spanked it hard. Her round, perfect ass drove me wild. I grabbed her hips and fucked her from behind, her moans echoing, “Pankaj… tear my pussy apart!”
I was close. With a few more brutal thrusts, I groaned, “Fuck… I’m cumming!” and exploded inside her, my body trembling. I collapsed on her, spent. After a bit, we went to the bathroom, soaping each other up. I lathered her tits, her ass, her pussy, while she stroked my cock, whispering, “Pankaj, you’re so much better than Kamal.” I said, “Shama, can’t you love me?” She replied, “I love Kamal, but my pussy’s yours whenever you want.”
Her touch got me hard again. I bent her over in the bathroom, spanking her ass red, and fucked her again. She screamed, “Harder… make my ass burn!” I pounded her until I came again, and by then, it was 2 a.m. Shama said, “Sleep with me tonight.” I laughed, and we passed out naked together.
Friends, I stayed at Kamal’s place for a month, fucking Shama countless times. Each time, she gave herself to me with raw passion. Even now, when I visit Patna, I get to enjoy her pussy and ass. This is my first sex story—hope you liked it!