It was a kind of end of summers or you can say beginning of winters and a weekend night, to be more precise Saturday night and time was bit passed to 10. My parents were sleeping sound in their bedroom and with a cool breeze I was on the terrace with couple of Beer cans.
I was sitting on a broad wall which was common with our neighbor and suddenly I heard some footsteps from behind. Before I would have reacted to the noise and would have tried hiding my Beer cans Swati Bhabhi was standing behind me. I jumped on my side and just then she spoke “Bhaiya Beer pee rahe ho?”
I was caught red handed and I didn’t have any option except surrendering myself and I accepted with hesitation “Haan…bus aise hi…” “aapki mummy ko pata hai ki aap Beer pite ho?” that’s what she asked me next and I denied and requested her not to tell anything to mom and she spoke out casually “nahi…please aap batana matt” “nahi battaungi… take it easy”.
She was smiling while looking at me and I was blushing a bit and suddenly she spoke out something which for a moment I failed to believe and it was “ye Beer main peeyungi”. For a moment I thought that she is kidding and I just smiled a bit over that but Swati Bhabhi was serious and she picked the sealed can and asked me again “pee lun naa?....” “haan…haan… pee low”
reflecting no surprise I replied back casually and she opened it and had a sip. From the expression she made with first sip I could make out that she was not regular drinker of Beer but it was not her first time either. We had casual chit chat, Swati Bhabhi started with a tease that my mom thinks I am very simple and restrained child but now she has seen the truth.
I was surprised to see the way Swati Bhabhi was gulping Beer, after couple of sips she was up with taste and she just continued sipping and talking to me and told me that she is waiting for her husband to come and she was feeling bit suffocated in the house and she just came up on the terrace to get a fresh air.
Even after trying hard I could not stop staring at her face with a surprise and she was somewhat aware of my mind state and finally she spoke out in that concern and told me that she use to have beer with her friends in her collage days and after getting married to a pure vegetarian and non alcoholic husband she had a beer just twice;
precisely when she was gone to her mother’s town to live there for few days and from there she further went to one of her friend’s house. To my surprise later when we both finished our beers she asked me when will have beer next? I said next Saturday and she said that she will also have it and also said that it will be from her side and she will pay for it.
That night ended there but in way it was a beginning of my life’s most fascinating adventure of fucking unsatisfied homely wife Swati Bhabhi. For an intro I would say I am Saurabh, age almost 28, I am good looking male with average health and height and now if I will try briefing this female Swati Bhabhi then I will say first word which comes in my mind when I see her is nothing but just fucking.
She was barley 23 when she got married to Sharad Bhaiya and came in my neighborhood. I was 20 at that time and since then I am masturbating while looking at her luscious body and in last seven-eight years I have shagged my load at least thousand times on her name. She is fair and good looking with a sparkling smile, confident, down to earth and very free in talking, at least with me.
By book at present Swati Bhabhi is not in very good shape, after marriage and one baby she had put on significant weight, along with her thighs and ass her breasts are also fleshier than what they use to be seven years back, in short she has a sort of fleshy body with a prominent belly but in my perspective she is succulent exploding sex from every inch.
She often wear tight leggings with a Kurta on top and looking at her fleshy thighs and jutting out ass I get hard in my lower just in a fraction. Above that I get aroused from the way she speak to me while addressing me Bhaiya. You can say my attraction for her body is high possibly because I know her very well and we are in touch with each other from years.
Actually our families are neighbors since I was just a kid and in a way her husband Sharad Bhaiya who is actually reaching to his forties at present is like my elder brother; I have literary grew up in front of him. He has taught me science and mathematics for years and at present after losing his job of senior merchandiser from a reputed export house,
from last three-four years he is trying to grow up with his own export business and he is over busy in that. He has a huge stitching unit with lot of people working round the clock, he come home late and go back very early, he hardly stays at home, not even on Sundays and that was the core reason why Swati Bhabhi got sexually involved with me.
Anyway while moving back to the sequence of the incident I will say in next seven days I met Swati Bhabhi many times, couple of time on the street while coming from or going to nearby market and couple of times when I was sent to her place by my mom for some purpose but we did not had any conversation about the plan of having Beer on Saturday night,
but we always smiled while looking into each other’s eyes and that was enough for me to continue masturbating day and night on her name. Although I was regular in masturbating on her name but now I was getting mad in lust of her body and desperately wanted to fuck her.
Since long I was aware of this fact that Sharad Bhaiya is spending days and nights in his factory and hardly comes back home but don’t know why now I was feeling that Swati Bhabhi will get involved with me sexually instantly if I will try and to do that.
I rehearsed many statements in solitude which I could try speaking to her to reveal my desire to her on Saturday night but ultimately when I met her I failed to speak anything like that. Though I spent wonderful time with her on the terrace while having Beer but initially it looked totally uneventful in sexual concern.
That day just to avoid getting noticed by any other neighbor, Swati Bhabhi told me to come over at her terrace and we sat beside each other on the floor while resting our back on the wall and had our Beer with lot of chit chatting. She asked me lot about my work and later asked me how many females work around me and ultimately asked me what I was expecting her to ask;
which lot of people are asking me repeatedly since long, that what is my plan of getting married. I casually said no for marriage for couple of years and to make platform myself to have sex with her casually asked her when does Sharad Bhaiya come back home in the night.
Swati Bhabhi told me that usually her husband comes back home after eleven but as some urgent work is going on, that night he was not suppose to come and he will come back next day in the afternoon. I realized that it is a golden chance for me, Sharad Bhaiya’s mother or you can say her MIL was gone to bed with her child and she was alone,
somehow I wanted to speak out my desire and use this opportunity but I failed to utter anything and she just went on talking to me on various subjects and I just went on getting aroused with the way she was sitting with me and talking. Like always Swati Bhabhi was wearing a simple Kurta with a stole over her shoulder and tight leggings on her lower half.
But neither her stole nor her Kurta could hide her luscious body from my lustful eyes. It was dark but there was sufficient light for me to see her beautiful face, juicy lips along with luscious sexual assets. Again and again I was looking at her big and heavy breasts and fleshy thighs packed in stretchable leggings.
Thankfully I was wearing jeans and because it was tight I do not have to adjust my erection in front of her. Anyway time passed casually, I had two beers and she had one and over the period of more or less one hour we both were feeling dozy and now sexually Swati Bhabhi was appealing me even more.
Her eyes were blinking because of effect of alcohol and she was talking to me with more relaxed gesture. I was restless, anyhow I did not wanted to lose this opportunity of Sharad Bhaiya’s absence for entire night and overcoming my fear I decided to go for it.
I assumed that because Sharad Bhaiya hardly stays at home, she must be starved for sex, above that at present she is also drunk, so she would easily get carried away and I will be able to fuck her but I was wrong. Bhabhi was talking to me more or less without looking at me and for an instant I touched her over her thigh, she did not reacted to it,
that encouraged me a bit but she possibly thought that I have touched her unintentionally and continued saying what she was telling me and I tried again and this time I touched my whole palm over soft flesh of her thigh and tried rubbing it while moving into her legs; towards her love opening and she instantly reacted to that.
Swati Bhabhi held my wrist and looked sideways into my eyes with a shock. My heart was pounding, that was first time I was trying touching a female with that intentions and for me it went totally wrong “Bhaiya kya kar rahe hain?” she asked me while looking into my eyes and I was speechless.
Next Swati Bhabhi got up stood beside me, I too got up and said sorry to her “Bhabhi I am sorry…mujhse galti ho gayi”. Swati Bhabhi did not uttered anything in reply, she kept on looking at my face for few seconds and then suddenly slapped me hard on my face and eventually walked down to stairs and went into her house.
Suddenly including my mood everything turned around, apart from feeling ashamed of getting slapped I was sad, scared and could not think what to do now, I was sure that if anyhow this matter will reach to my parents then it will be blunder all around. I stayed at terrace with a hope that Bhabhi might come back but she did not came and I came down to my room.
Next day was Sunday and just to avoid being at home I planned whole day with my friend and left my house in the morning itself. Apparently I was normal but deep inside I was scared and very depressed over my deed. Couple of times my mom called me for casual reason but every time I took her call I was scared of this that last night’s matter might have reached to her.
Apart from feeling scared of my mom this fact was pinching me hard that my friendly relation with my loving Bhabhi is over now. Slowly day came to and end and in the evening I went more restless, that was time when mostly ladies of our colony use to meet with each other and in that fear I switched off my mobile.
I stayed at my friends place till late; till dinner and by the time I reached back time was well passed to 10. Fortunetly everything was fine, mom was unaware of my deed and she scolded me for coming back home late and keeping my phone off. After spending some time in house I climbed the stairs and reached to the terrace and luckily found Swati Bhabhi walking on her roof.
She was somewhat regular in walking over the roof and as she saw me and she turned to get down and expressing apology I called her from behind "Bhabhi....I am sorry...”. She stopped and turned around...looked at me for few seconds and then spoke "Bhaiya main aapko bahut achha samajhti thi..." "Main aapse thoda sa friendly kya hui aapne uska ye matlab nikal liya"
Standing hardly six feet away on her roof she spoke all that in sarcastic tone and I once again apologized "Bhabhi I am sorry... mujhse galti ho gayi...". I touched my ears, just like children do while saying sorry to elders and that softened her facial expressions.
Eventually after few seconds of stare into my eyes she forgave me with one word "ok" but after few seconds spoke again in scolding fashion "Why you came so late....? and why you switched off your mobile?....Aunty was so worried " she asked me all that in Hindi and I spoke the truth that I was scared "mujhe darr lagg raha tha…” hearing that Swati Bhabhi moved bit forward,
once again looked into my eyes for few seconds and spoke again but this time in soft voice "Bhaiya jo kuch bhi hua…forget everything…right now I need a friend...and you just be that". Standing with a four feet wall in the middle I moved my head in yes lightly and she spoke again “Sharad is too busy in establishing his business and there is nobody of my age with whom I can even talk”.
I Thanked God! We were friendly again; I was looking at her beautiful face with a great relief and suddenly my sight touched her breasts from the side and I started getting hard again, I did not noticed Bhabhi was wearing Sari that time. Though she is nearly thirty, hardly three years elder than me but in sari she was looking typical Indian MILF (Mother I'd Like (to) Fuck) for whom any bachelor like me can go mad.
To Be Continued...
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