This is my story on how I fell in love with my neighboring bhabhi. She came to our colony newly married may be when I was 7-8 years old. She was staying with her husband, in-laws and her useless brother in-law. We were a joint family then. Although she was around 15-18 years elder to me, I used to call her bhabhi as all my cousins used to call her.
She was a graduate and very intelligent, but a housewife. My family requested her to take tuitions for me, and I was her first student. She was very good teacher and I had immense respect for her. Lot of my colony kids also joined. She never took tuition fee from us because I was her first student.
She used to be very happy and cheerful and always used to boast about her husband and in-laws outside. But I slowly witnessed her pain. Her in-laws were a bit abusive and used to make her toil with lot of work. Her husband was also very commanding, dominating and once I saw that bastard slap her, but still she never complained. She was blessed with a girl and then a boy. To her dismay, even her kids were not very attached or caring to her.
After my school, I went to a different city for further studies. Everytime I came home, she used to always enquire about me. Finally I landed a job in Bangalore. On receiving my first salary, I bought things for everyone in my family and also a Saree to my tuition teacher as she taught me selflessly.
When I went to give her my gift, she had tears in her eyes and refused to take it and asked me to come home for lunch and then she would accept it. Me being so stupid, I was handing over the Saree over our common compond. There was some grand festival and fair in the nearby village and everybody from my home were going there. I did not insist on going, as I had to meet my friends. I asked bhabhi, if she is also going. She replied everybody else is going except her, with a sad look. I understood they still treat her the same. Then I thought of cheering her, and started talking about our tuition days and some funny incidents. My parents to asked me to go to her place for lunch.
When I was about to leave, we saw each other into our eyes and there was a strange feeling. I did not understand what was that or It was just another post-teenage stupidity. Even bhabhi gave some what weird look, but then suddenly I shook off and said I will join over lunch.
I got ready and everybody from my home left. I went to bhabhi’s home at 1pm. Her husband, in-laws and children were packing stuff in car and about to leave. Then her husband talked to me as usual in his rude tone and asked me if he can stay here till they are back. I said I will be here till 6pm. They said Ok and left off.
Bhabhi served me lunch, it was yummy. During tuitions sometimes she used to feed me forcefully. Then we started talking about my job. Bhabhi: “Raju, how is your life going on in a metro city like Bangalore” Me: “Good bhabhi, but still I miss my hometown”. Bhabhi: ” Well you may be enjoying your initial career days, as now you are independent” Me: “Hmm.. somewhat” .. Bhabhi: “Even I wished such a life, but got stucked here”. This was the first time I saw her remorseful about her married life, although I knew she was not happy. Then she asked “Raju, thanks for the saree. But I need something from you”. Me: “Yes Bhabhi. Ask me, you have helped me lot in what I am today”.
Bhabhi: “Will you be my friend”. Me: “Ofcourse I am”. She said “No not like that” and removed her mangalsutra. I was a bit shocked. Bhabhi: ” I want to lead a life of your age for few hours. I know you are 22 and I am 39. But still will you treat me like a friend of your age”. Me: “No problem bhabhi. But why did u remove your mangalsutra???” She said: ” You know about my married life. I am fed up with it. I dont know why I am sharing my problem with you. but I feel like it”. We again had some strange staring at each other. Was it love??? How can I have feeling for my teacher!!!
Bhabhi: “Do you know my name?” I was a bit stunned, I never bothered to know her name. I always called her bhabhi. Then I remember from my childhood, my granny once called her Bhuvaneshwari. Bhabhi: “I am stunned Raju!!! How do u know my real name. My in-laws changed my name to Laxmi”. Bastards changed her identity too!!!!
Bhabhi: “From now on call me Bhunnu and I will call you Raju”. I was a bit reluctant, but then she said “Now we are friends and friends call each other by name”. After some time she asked “Now that u r my friend, tell me about ur lifestyle”. I was but reluctant, but I told her I do occassionaly have a drink and smoke. she asked me to get one for her!!!
I went to a bar got a bottle of red wine and a pack of cigarretes. When I came back she was wearing the red saree I gave her with a sleeveless blouse, although she did not shave her under arms,. She was looking gorgeous and now I was confirmed I was in love with her.
She asked “How do I Look”. I said “Very beautiful”. Then we had Wine and she suddenly said “Lets dance” and put some 80’s music. We enjoyed dancing together and were very close to each other. Then suddenly she said, “Hey, where is cigarrete”. I said “Are u sure u want to smoke???”. She said she wants to live life to fullest today. I did light a cigarrete each for us and she was puffing it like novice, I asked to take the smoke inside and she started coughing. I rubbed her back and that was our first romantic moment!!!!
We were looking into each other’s eyes and she said “Raju, what is happening since morning!!!”. Now I knew even she had same feeling and said “Bhunnu u tell me”. She said “We both know. But is it right?”. I said: ” As you say, we are friends and I m in love with you and I also know you are in love with me”. she blushed and moved aside. Then I bent down on knees, holding her hand proposed to her “Will you marry me?” I dont know what I was doing.
She said “Yes, but I am god fearing women”. I took her mangalsutra, which she removed earlier, and said lets get married. She said, she has a special mangalsutra for me and got one from inside. She took me to pooja room and asked me to tie the knot. I did that and while tying the third knot she raised her head toward me, As she was short (4’11) I had to bend and kissed her lips for ten minutes. We almost exchanged our entire saliva stock.
Then I lifted her in my arms and took her to the adjacent bedroom. We cuddled around for 10 mins and she said according her custom she has to put a rudraksh around my neck. She took out the necklace and put it on me and asked “hope I dont mind”. I said “I dont mind, wearing only this and u wearing only my mangalsutra”. She smiled and started taking off my shirt. I pulled down her saree, blouse and peticoat.
She was in White bra and white panty. I was in black underwear, First time I saw my love was so beautiful and sexy. She has boobs of around 32B, waist around 28 and ass was huge around 36. I lifted her and made her sit on my lap facing me. We again had a long kiss and removed her bra. She took me head started rubbing on her beautiful breasts and I started sucking them and juicy milk was coming out of them.
Then we removed the last peice of clothing of our bodies and were lieing completely naked. After sometime I went down and saw her pussy was completely wet and started licking it. She was a bit hesitant and I came to know this was the first time somebody was licking her pussy. She moaned a lot and I carried on for 10 minutes. Then she asked “you too want?” I knew she was referring to blow job. I said “if you are comfortable”. She said “anything for my love” and sucked my dick for almost 15 mins. As I was virgin my foreskin tore off when she was pressing it hard, but I enjoyed it. Then we did in 69 position.
Now was the time to realize our love and connect our bodies to each other. I slowly moved over her, took her in my arms and started pushing my dick into her pussy. although she was not virgin her pussy was tight as that bastard might not have fucked her for long. Then finally I was completely into her. Then bhunnu came on top of me and started riding over me. then she asked me come from behing, and thats when she started moaning heavily and I cummed inside her.
Then we slept for 2 hours and had one more session with position being sitting opposite to each other. then we had bath and there too we could not control oursleves and fucked again. It was 6pm so we started to dress up and again during dressing up each other had sex once for last time. Then she said “May be this is the first and last time somebody made love to her”. I was a bit emotional and asked her “Do you masturbate?” She said she did not have any inspiration “But from now on I will think about you and this afternoon and make love to myself”
We kissed each other and were in tears as we had to depart. It was not only lust and sex, as we had feelings and love for each other. After bidding good bye, I went back. then my family shifted to other place, After that we met only in social gatherings and talked casually. But our eyes exchanged the love for each other and that beautiful afternoon we shared.
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