With my brothers wife

 My bhabhi (brother's wife) is a stunningly attractive woman. Babli is her nickname. She is a Bihari woman, 25 years old, with a thin frame and a stunning gand. Her balls are hard and pulpy, and they're fashioned like conical mountains. She has now become my unofficial wife. Seven months have passed since the beginning of the story.

My bhaiya (brother) would usually work for lengthy periods of time. His profession would require him to travel much because he was a sales manager for a high-profile corporation. I would devote a significant amount of time to her. I never used to think about her in a sexual way at first. I once overheard my friend Sukla talking to Vinod, and I thought to myself, "Babli is a beautiful lady. Fuck. Kya gaand hai. Her husband is such a jerk." According to Vinod, "She makes me want to be horny. I'm not sure how Abhi manages his cravings. I'd even sniff her fart with an ass like that."

Their obscene language made me sick and horny at the same time. Babli was a sexy lady, I had to admit. I'd been sexily eyeing her since that day. I used to look at her ass in the saree whenever she swept the room, picturing myself showering it with wet kisses. When she bent down to fetch something, I could clearly see her balls and the valley between her breasts. When she swept the floor or grabbed something off the shelf, they were seductive and shook with grandeur. When she looked at me, I would try to avert her sight. Then we started to be more open with each other, and she started asking me about my girl friend and other things. Then I started sending her sexy jokes via SMS, which made her laugh out loud. I requested her to tell me some non-vegetarian jokes, and she told me a few. I began to lust after my bhabhi and would fantasise about her while masturbating at night. We would, however, sleep in separate rooms.

In the afternoon, I happened to be watching TV with her in the living room. Bhaiya had already left the station. The silence was suddenly broken by a sexy booming croaking fart. It was a booming crescendo that rose loudly and faded with a staccato of airy emission as it faded. It sounded like a sexual buzzer. I looked at her, accusingly, and she seemed humiliated. Her fart was accompanied by a strange odour. But I was becoming horny since hearing or smelling a beautiful woman passing wind is unusual. "Apka to paadh bhi sexy hain," I replied, and she made a face and asked, "Why don't you smell it?" She couldn't look at me, so I consoled her and said, "It's all right. "Have you ever farted before, bhaiya?" she inquired."

"Bhabhi, Rajiv bhaiya is never home when you need him, don't you get irritated?" I remarked, making a face. "You are there, why should I crib?" she answered with a smile. "Because Rajiv bhaiya is a chutiya, or he doesn't have a lund?" I said. "Of course he has that thing, but he doesn't have time to use it," she laughed, then said seriously, "Of course he has that thing, but he doesn't have time to use it." I admired her sense of humour and told her, "Anyone would have preferred to be in his position if he had such a lovely wife as you. I would never have left you if I were him. Even though work is vital, I would have spent time with you ".. "I wish your bhaiya was like you," she remarked, looking at me with love. "How many times a week does bhaiya have sex with you?" I said as I touched her face and hair. She responded by saying, "I'm not sure. It could have happened once or not at all ".. I stroked her neck and shoulders with my hand. "I would have made unending love to you," I murmured. After that, I massaged her thigh in a circular motion. I started getting an erection since it was so wide and Babli. I knew I had to have her, and she was in a particularly seductive mood.

She did not intervene. Her married chut was itching for a large lund, and I knew it. Through the saree, I softly pressed her right breast. As I cupped it, her eyes widened. I watched her breasts fighting to escape out of the tight blouse as the saree's pallu fell down. I gorged my eyes on them, and she noticed how hungry I was. She observed my erect snake slithering its nasty head out of my blue underwear after I unzipped my trouser. " Tera tho bahut bada lag raha hain," she murmured, looking at it. As soon as she said it, I took off my shirt, pants, and underwear, revealing my soldier of love to her. She was scrutinising it with her eyes. "It's a large one-tera kela tho bahut mota hai re," she murmured gently. "tere balls bhi bahut delicious lag rahe hain, Babli?" I queried. I reached for her and started smooching her. While I touched her boobs through her top, we started kissing. Then she leaned over to her side and took off her blouse, revealing her white bra. It was rippling with her cleavage. Like I started to open the fasteners on her bra, her lovely boobs came out, as if they had been waiting for me. Her breasts were so lovely that they looked like two tiny mangoes. I started gently squeezing one while running my tongue down her neck... she closed her eyes and sighed softly. I then sat her down on the bed and began sucking her right nipple while pressing her left ball. Then I switched and pinched her left nipple while sucking on her other tit. Babli murmured, "hmmm.....unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" Then I fondled her right breast while licking her entire left breast. She was reaching down to feel the firmness of my skin. I began sucking on her right nipple with full pressure, as if taking milk from it, as she did so. As I sucked hornily at that lovely bit of fucking flesh, she cried. As I sucked, I began to knead her left breast. For fifteen minutes, I appreciated her nipples and enormous boobs. Her breasts were gleaming with my spit when I finished with them. My oral assault had swelled her nipples. "Yeh mere mumme hain.. aata nahin..goondthe jaa raha," she remarked with a smile. (These are my breasts, not the dough you're kneading)

I made a regretful expression. "Arey kya hua," she whispered as she stood up and held my face in her palm. "Perhaps I don't know how to delight you," I explained. "No one had pushed and sucked my testicles like you had," she explained, "and you say....le aur maja lee inke saaath." She then presented her breasts to me. I resumed my caressing and sucking of them one by one. "oiii.. maa unnnngh.....aur daba naaa," she moaned. I didn't bring my cock near her because I wanted to give bhabhi as much pleasure as possible. I then lifted her hands and sniffed her armpits, which had a lovely sweaty kinky odour. I then started giving her love bits in her armpits while pressing her elevated breast. I went over to her other armpit and performed the same thing. I am a female sex fanatic who believes that every aspect of a woman's body should be enjoyed.

After that, I climbed on top of her and licked her face and neck. She started looking for my lips. Our lips were engaged in a sensual kiss as I touched her breasts sensuously. We were spit-sharing and chewing each other's lips. Then I started going down and giving her moist sucking kisses on her stomach. I inserted my tongue inside her belly button. On the slight swell of her belly, she has a nice circular belly button that appears quite seductive. I fully licked her belly button. Then I untangled her petticoat's knot. Babli slid her petticoat down and elevated her hips. Her thighs were obscenely big, gori gori, and mushy. Babli went behind her and removed the clip from her hair, giving her a dishevelled and sensual appearance.

I pushed her black undie down and saw her sex temple for the first time.

Babli noticed how fascinated I was with her pussy. "Bahut baal hai naa," she inquired. I delicately massaged her pussy while running my finger through her lovely downy hair. "Bhabhi chooth me baal rehna hi chaiye," I said, "warna who aurat ka chooth thodi lagta hain." "Mujhe nanga karkar bhabi bulata hai," she pinched my ear, "abhi aap bhabi ho," I murmured. You will become my Babli, chodne ke baad."

"Theek hain devarji," she said with a seductive smile. I started stroking her wiry pubic hair with my finger. She elevated her hips sexily to offer me more as I did so. My face rested on her huge cunt as I spread her thighs. To see her cunt, I just moved her hairs to one side. She was right there! Babli ki chooth badi Babli ki chooth thi Babli ki chooth thi Babli ki chooth I considered flipping her ass over and seeing her ass, but I decided to fuck her ass after I had her cunt. Babli shifted her gaze to one side, uncomfortable that someone was seeing into her private parts, particularly her devar. I had a whiff of her genitalia. It smelt hot and musky, like pee. I was inhaling her chooth ka sugandh because the pissy fragrance combined with her cunt's natural perspiration smell was so strong and enticing.

I slid onto her pussy and started licking along the edge of her cunt flap. Her cunt was firmly shut. Normally, a regularly fucked/married woman's cunt flaps would always be facing out due to the constant fucking she receives. Babli's hole, on the other hand, was like that of an unfucked female, despite the fact that she was not a virgin. Even though her lips were wet, they appeared tiny. She moaned as I put one finger into her hole. She was a thorn in my side. To receive my cock, I realised I had to properly devour her cunt and make her hole huge. It seems that my bastard bhaiya had never sucked her pussy. I only saw her pinkness when I spread her lips open. Then, as I was wiping her pre-cum drips, I put my tongue in and licked inside. She moaned....."hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" I started by lapping her cunt lips and then sucking on the other. I then lightly smooched her cunt lips. I forced her lips apart again and started licking her pisshole. As I began to shove my finger into her anus, I began to push my tongue into her hole. Her clitoris was swollen from top to bottom and standing. "Aaj apni Bhabhi ki choot ko kha ja... zindagi mein pehli baar yeh maza mil raha hai!!! Chaat le... kha ja... raja... aaj apni Bhabhi ki choot ko kha ja... zindagi mein pehli baar yeh maza mil raha hai aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

I sucked on her clitoris after pushing the foreskin down. I aggressively put two fingers into her hole as I did so. I continued to fuck her with my finger while alternately lapping her clitoris and cunt hole. I was swamped in Babli's cunt after she forced my head against her cunt. I ate her cunt till she pushed her hips up on my face and landed on my face. "Ohhhh!" she screamed as she climaxed. Hmmmmmmm! aaaaaa" I instantly took my mask off and turned to face her. She'd just finished fucking my face with her cunt juice and needed to rest. Her lips were puffy and her nostrils were bulging slightly. Her pussy had a Babli sheen to it. I licked her hole once again and sucked her clitoris before she could say anything. It was starting to resemble a small boy's dick. She stared at my face, which was dripping wet from her cunt juice. She took it off my face and licked it. She appeared to be really pleased. "Aaj tak unhone kabhi aise nahin kiya," she remarked as I stroked her face. I got out of bed and headed naked to the kitchen to fetch some water for my beloved bhabi.

As I approached with the bisleri bottle, I realised she was looking at my dick. "Aisa lag raha hai," Babli said. "Lund nahin kala saap (black cobra) hain," -. "Rukh jaa.. aaj mein tujhe batati hoon.. teri Bhabhi kaisi aurat hain," she explained. She massaged my erect penis up and down while holding it in her fingers. My dick was being praised by her. "Bahut mota hai tera kela," -. "Tu chalta kaisa hai isko leke," I replied innocently, "aapke naam pe hilla hilla ke sooj gaya hai." "Bechara!" she whispered softly as she caressed it. Ab isko jab bhi bhook lagegi pyuas lagegi mere paas lana, ab isko jab bhi bhook lagegi pyuas lagegi mere paas lana, ab isko jab bhi bhook lagegi pyuas lagegi mere paas "Aaj se isko pareshan mat karna," she said to my cock. 

Babli then began to caress my cock and suck it with eagerness. I felt like I was in heaven as she began to suck it. Then she gently peeled the foreskin back to reveal my pink cap. She proceeded to lap the tip of my prick in a very cautious manner, as if she were a loving housewife. I started groaning. "Oh yess...choos ye Babli ise," -. choos ise....randi ki tarah choos...... maza aa gaya... As she skilfully administered warm caresses to my prick tip, it was a wonderful joy. As she licked the tip of my cock, it began to cry. She started by licking my cock and then sucking on it while fondling my balls. I began massaging and squeezing her amazing boobs while she licked my penis. As she sucked with excitement, I felt compelled to join her. She realised it and took her mouth away from my cock. Her saliva had bathed my penis. 'Babliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii' I grumbled. The phone then abruptly rang, and she went to answer it. It was her friend,Akshara. She snatched the phone from her bedside table and dialled the number. I was aroused when she was on the phone with her gand facing me. I got down on my knees and started kissing her buttocks. I smacked them in a playful manner while she moaned on the phone, then I split her ass cheeks and began probing her shithole with my tongue. She couldn't contain herself and told her saheli that she'd have to hang up and put the phone down while I fully licked her anus. "You dirty boy," she murmured as she glanced at me. She gave me a friendly smile and separated her buttocks like a whore so I could properly lick her anus. It's erotic to smell and taste the most private spot (anus) on a grown woman like my bhabhi Babli. She masturbated her while I played with her clitoris. For 15 minutes, we were in this position.

After that, I requested Babli to lay doggie style. "That's why I want to fuck you from behind," she explained. "I adore your ass," she continued, "but don't fuck my ass," to which I agreed. I enjoyed her lovely fucking ass as she bent doggie style. From behind, I penetrated her cunt. "Aahahhhh," she cried as I shoved my thick penis. To give her pleasure, I massaged her balls and toyed with her nipples. "Aur ghussa," she groaned, "le raand..mera kela kaisa lag raha hai," I said nasty, "le raand(SLUT)..mera kela(banana) kaisa lag raha hai," she answered, " hmmmmm.. hhhmmm" I used a variety of strokes and approached her from different angles. Her choot was tight but wet, and I had the impression that she was clutching my cock with her cunt. I groaned and crept inside her cunt soon after.

We rested for 3 hours and then slept for a while. Babli jolted me awake and examined my limp penis. "Ut raja chai peeoge," she kissed me and said. "Yes Babli," I said as I took her in my arms. She got up, naked, and went to the kitchen to make some snacks. She arrived with two cups of tea, bread, and butter. We sat together and drank tea. I drank the tea while fingering her cunt. She stroked my cock, which was enlarging as a result of her activities.

"Babli teri gand itni sexy hain, mujhe chodne de na," I explained. I told her that it would be our secret. "Lekin tu meri kasam ka ki hum ne jo kiya tum kisi ko bataoge nahin," she grinned. "However, I'd inform everyone that you farted in the afternoon." "Shut up," she muttered, her face flushed with embarrassment. Please". 'OK, then close my mouth with your lips,' I murmured. We smooched for five minutes after seeking each other's lips. She then sensed my urgency and proceeded to present her ass for me in a doggie posture.

I gently massaged each globe of her large gaand when her ass was facing me. Then I spread her ass cheeks to look at her fart hole, moving my fingers toward the crack between her ass cheeks. Her anus was winking at me and looking like a brown eye. I dipped my tongue in and tasted my lovely Babli's sweet shit pit. When Babli looked at me and saw what I was doing to her asshole, I told her, "Babli, I will give you pleasure like you've never felt before." I grabbed some butter from the butter knife and put it to the crack. Then I got a large amount of butter and rubbed it into her gand (bums). Her ass got really slick and gleaming. I stuffed her asshole with as much butter as I could. Now I was eating Babli's "THE GAND MASKA" (a very special dish). I lapped the melting butter off her hot ass and licked, sucked the oily, buttery asshole. I sucked and fingered her asshole so hard that it separated and appeared wider and deeper. Her anus was buttery smooth and eager to snare my cock.

She took a hint and spread her ass further more so that my dick could fuck her buttery ass. "Isko bolte hain,maska marna," I said as I pressed my dick into her ass. "aise nahin, tera lund tho sooka hain, let me rub butter on it," she added as she kissed me. When I stood up, she had a look at my stiff cock. She rubbed the butter to my naked penis (there was very little left). As her hand stokes my cock with butter, I shook with pleasure. My cock was slippery with butter now. "Hot dog khaegi, maska marke," I inquired. She sucked it a few times before saying, "aaj main tere hot dog kho gaand se khaoongi," in an erotic tone. Consider what a woman may say to you in complete privacy. Then I crept up behind her and rammed my dick into her groyne. I shoved it into her anus and positioned it there. As my tip entered inside her hole, she murmured huskily. As my cock moved deeper into the room, she grabbed the pillows. What a pleasure it was to have her ass so hot and tight. "Dheere sae ahhhh," she moaned. I pinched her balls and stroked her again. Babli pushed her ass towards me in an attempt to fuck me and get more cock in her. It was a little unpleasant for me at first, but we were having a good time now. Because my cock was wet, it would occasionally slip from her ass. Then I'd try again, this time pushing it into her crotch. Babli would giggle and moan as I shoved my way back into her arse. And I pushed harder and harder until my head and a fourth of my shaft were lodged in her intestines. I increased my exertion.

We took it slowly and gradually. I pushed harder, and she pushed back, till my lund was almost completely in her ass. She would adore every thrust and fuck as I increased the strokes. "Hmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Her lovely gand's cheeks would roll on my cock with such sensuality that it felt like her bottoms were milking my penis. The butter's facch facchh sound filled the room, as did our gaand maring. After approximately 20 minutes of fucking her ass, I felt like I was about to come. "I'm coming," I whispered to her. She reached down and gripped my balls in a pleasant manner. "Ohhhh Babli l..l....l....l," I yelled, as I began to discharge my cum drips into her ass. I pumped for approximately 30 seconds while dumping all of my lava into my favourite ass. I never dreamed my desire would come true and I'd be able to fuck Babli's arse. Allow me to describe how her a$$ looks. It looks like Rani Mukherjee's or Madhuri's ass, which is lovely, plump, round, and seductive.

Now we were resting in each other's arms, catching our breaths. We were both hot and both cold. Butter and sperm were all over her ass and my cock. "Le me isko saaf kar deti hoon," Babli said, looking at my cock. She sucked the sperm and butter out of my love burger and wiped it clean with a hanky.

Then we had a conversation. The following is a transcript of our conversations.

Me: kal bazzar se  naya butter lana padega............bhiya bholenge kal wala butter jo unhone laya tha 0 kahan gaya

she:Main bol doongi maine gand me dal di aur mere devar ke lund pe mal di.

(she laughed) Then she turned to face me and said, "nahin re, me bol doongi...who choakaran ka party tha to sandwitches me khatm ho gayee." Tension mat ley, tu.

me: Babli, I adore you, kya u meri hidden wife banegi...

she: Main teri sab kuch banoogi.. main teri rakhel hoon aur main teri sex teacher......waise tu student kafi achha hain. You made me happy, but ek aurat ko kya chaiye?

We were too exhausted to fuck just now, so we took a shower and meticulously cleaned each of our parts. I cleansed her cunt hair and applied sunsilk to it. So, dear friends, the entire day was spent fucking and having a good time. We finally fell asleep.

She gave me a blow job the other day, but she didn't complete me here. That day was also enjoyable for us. We would do everything with bhaiya whenever he went, including eating, showering, watching TV, and even going to the bathroom. We would only fondle each other, pinch her breasts, or feel her ass when bhaiya was also present. When bhaiya was looking at the other side, she would massage my penis in front of him. It was a complete pleasure when he wasn't present. I'd skip my lesson and spend the time with her.