I entered the room where she was waiting for me wearing the same widow white saree and blouse as I told her in the morning after pooja. Then I went near her and told her –
Me: Is everything prepared?
Her: Yes, everything is ready. And the pills are on the table with the milk and cream you ordered. Also, the other things are in the cupboard.
Me: Remove the saree and lay there in a blouse and salwar (white). Then take one pill and put it on your tongue for liquidating it. Do not swallow it. I will come back from the washroom. Hope you are ready for the long night.
Then I left for the washroom. I removed everything except for my underwear and came back to the room to see her lying on the bed with her tongue out and with a pill on it. Now before I tell you what happened next, let’s start from the beginning.
This is a story of a widowed wife who became a slave to the paying guest (PG) guy. This story is full of fun and erotic scenes, and hopefully, you will enjoy it. It’s a story of a boy who just turned into a man. When he became an adult, he moved out of his town for a job. A husband and wife were looking for a PG for their house at that time.
So, let’s start the story. I will explain different characters as the story processes.
Brief info about myself. My name is Suraj and I am from Delhi. My age is 24. I have grown up my whole life in Delhi and studied there. I liked computers, so like any other Indian, I became a software engineer.
After my graduation, I got a job near my hometown. I took it and continued for about 3 years. Everything just went as normal. But, one day I got a chance to lead a team in the Pune branch of the company I worked at as their team leader had sudden health issues. I took the opportunity.
I decided to move to Pune for a job period. My mom didn’t want me to move, because she thought I might find a girl there. I didn’t want to marry outside of her choice (well, she wasn’t completely wrong). But my father convinced her because it would help my career.
When I moved to Pune, the first thing I wanted to settle on was where to stay. But finding a house as an unmarried boy in India was hard. And that was when I was told by one of my colleagues that there was a couple who was looking for a single paying guest.
So I took the husband’s number and called him and arranged a meeting. This was the beginning of an amazing journey of sex and fun with a bhabhi. Taking the job in Pune and taking the PG were the best decisions of my life that I took.
11:00 am at the PG house meeting:-
Husband: So, you have come here temporarily for a job, right?
Me: Yes, I work at ABC company and I am the lead developer of a team that I lead. I am looking for PG where I can stay while I am here for about 3-6 months. And someplace where I can also get food for day and night. I don’t like outside food much.
Husband: Yes, you can stay here as much as you like. And we will provide you with food also. But there are some rules that you will have to follow.
1. No parties or late-night outgoing.
2. Rent on time with one month upfront.
3. No girls in the house.
Me: I don’t go to parties that much. I don’t have any girlfriends since college. And I make good money doing my job, so don’t find following the rules hard.
Husband: That’s great and you can shift today then. I tell my wife if you want to drink something.
Then he called his wife.
Husband: Mouni… Mouni… Bring a cup of tea for our new paying guest.
I tried to refuse it because I had to attend a meeting soon, but the husband insisted. So, I stayed. After some time, Mouni bhabhi brought the tea for both of us. And that was the first time I saw her. Man! I still can’t get the image out of my mind.
She was around 30-33 years old, but her figure was something else. She was wearing a chiffon silk saree and a backless blouse. Just after seeing her, I felt like lighting had passed my body.
Her lips were not big, but just coming out the right amount for a long kisser. She was taller than her husband and her boobs (size 34″) from the outside looked like some huge mangoes taped together. Her cleavage was so amazing that any man would like to eat it.
Then I looked her closely when she bent for giving me tea. I didn’t react much, but inside, I was filled with dirty thoughts of Mouni bhabhi. Compared to her, the husband was quite average. I wondered why she married him.
After giving the tea, she turned around and started walking. That was when I saw her ass, man. It was 36″ with perfect size. I almost dropped my jaw and was not able to control myself.
After having tea, I told the husband that I would come at night with my luggage. He agreed and told me that he would make the room ready by then and I could eat night food there.
Then I left for my meeting. But I had a hard-on. So, first I went to my hotel which was on the way. Then I just thought of her and I finished masturbating in 5 minutes.
The day just passed as usual like any other day. But I still remembered her body. The image was printed on my mind and it was creating lighting on my dick. I never felt this much hard-on whenever I think of her.
I finished the day and then went back to my PG accommodation. When I reached the PG accommodation with my language, I found that the husband was still at work. So, my landlady bhabhi gave me a little house tour and the room in which I was going to stay.
While showing the house, I just felt like grabbing and throwing her to the bed and just making the best of it. But I needed to control my fantasies. Then she told me about the food timing morning and at night, and what kind of food was made.
She was Bengali, maybe that was why she had quite extra flesh on her body. But she had just generic food as I cared, I would eat anything made from her hands and drink things between the mangoes she was caring. After showing me the room, she left and told me that her husband would be late. I just ate my food and went to sleep.
The next day when I woke up and climbed down from the stairs and came down, I saw the husband was in his living room drinking tea. When he saw me, he asked me to join him. But I just denied it and went straight to the washroom. My room didn’t have a washroom and I had to use the one on the ground floor.
When I pulled the door, someone just pushed the door and it was none other than Mouni bhabhi. And she was just tall till my arms that was why I accidentally grabbed her one boob. It felt like heaven on earth. But she hurriedly took a hold of herself. Then I asked her –
Me: Sorry, but why this washroom?
She: Ours had a problem, but you should knock before entering.
Me: Again sorry, I will note that for the next time.
The sexy Bengali bhabhi left angrily and I hoped that she wouldn’t tell her husband about this. But I was very happy, and so was my little brother down there. Then the first thing I did after entering the washroom as you can guess, I enjoyed and played those seconds over and over again.
After that, I got ready and started leaving for the office. Then the husband stopped me and asked me whether I was comfortable or not. To which my reply was, “very much.” I hoped I got to touch those mangoes every morning.
That was just how the days get past. If bhabhi’s husband was home, then we ate together. But otherwise, I usually ate alone in my room. The food was not the best, but the maker was, so I endured it.
The landlady bhabhi just acted normally. This was how an entire month passed and the next rent day came. So, the husband asked me about it. I told him that I will write a cheque tomorrow. That was when he told me about the camera which wasn’t working and if I could look into it. Of course, I didn’t know how to fix the camera, but I was hoping for some good pics of Mouni on the disk if there were any.
But turned out that the storage disk had a problem. Then I replaced it with another and it started working. But the screen was broken internally, so nothing was displaying.
It was the end month, so my team decided to go to travel on weekends as a group for better communication. When I went to give the cheque for the rent, the husband was not there. So I gave the cheque to bhabhi and told her that I would be gone for the weekend and come back Sunday night. I gave her the camera and told her that the storage disk was corrupted and the screen was broken, and it needed to be replaced.
She took the camera and left. I started packing for the trip and the next day, I left the house saying goodbye since it was early morning.
The trip was fun. We got to see good places. When I came back Sunday night, I saw the husband’s car was parked. I guessed he was home. The living room door was locked, so I just took the stairs and went straight to my room and just fell asleep.
The next day I went to the downstairs washroom. After getting ready, I was about to leave, but the husband caught me and said –
Husband: Thanks for the rent and the camera. I had no idea the screen was broken. Guess I have to replace it.
Me: Yes, no problem. I can replace it for you if you want. Also, I forgot to take out my disk from the camera.
Husband: That would be great. I will put the camera in your room. You can replace it when you come back.
After this conversation, I left for work. The day just went normally. When I came back, the camera was placed in the room. I just left it there and went to eat. The husband was at home so we ate together Everything was normal, but bhabhi had a different glow on her face. She looked happier. After dinner, I went to sleep.
The next day, I took the camera and removed my disk. I tried to find the old disk, but couldn’t find it. Then I left home early and went to the repair shop for the camera for screen replacement. After giving the camera, I went to my office. The work wasn’t much, so I came back early.
The husband was not home. I went to my room and just stayed there for a while. I was wondering about bhabhi and why she seemed in a good mood. I was just wondering and there, my eye went to the disk.
The camera screen was broken, but it still worked normally so people wouldn’t know if it was recording or not. I thought maybe I will find something good. Maybe Mouni’s masturbating video!
Then I connected the disk to the laptop and opened the disk. Sadly, I didn’t find any pictures, but the memory was full. Then I searched and found there a big video file which was recorded on Saturday. I clicked on the video. It started with a strange man holding the camera in his hand. There was no audio so I couldn’t hear what he was saying.
The guy just played with the camera and there I saw something that I didn’t expect. I saw Mouni coming into the frame saying something. Then the guy put the camera down. After that, he went near her and grabbed the Bengali bhabhi by her waist, and started kissing her.
I was shocked to see that, but at the same time, I got a hard-on. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Then I forwarded the video a few minutes ahead. Mouni bhabhi made the guy sit on the bed’s one side and to my surprise, she bent on her knees and went close to the guy. Then the guy started playing with her lips with one hand.
Then she started sucking his thumb. His other hand was on the mango boobs, fondling them tightly. This sent a shockwave to my dick. I just couldn’t control it and started jacking.
Bhabhi then put her hands on his legs. He knew what she wanted. He put his both hands back side and let the hot Bengali bhabhi remove his pant. She removed them very quickly. The guy’s hard-on could be seen from 5 miles away inside his underpants.
Then she gently removed the underpants and the dick came out. She immediately took it in her mouth like she was hungry for a while. Her lips were all on the guy’s tip of the dick. He put his hand on her head for some blow and bent more forward. She sucked the dick for a while. She was going up and down like a child on a lollipop.
Watching all this, I just cummed all over the place. Some sperm also fell on the table. Then I cleaned it with a tissue. Just then, he made her stop and she got up. Guess the best part was coming, but then suddenly, the video stopped.
The memory was full. I cursed myself for not deleting my old things from the video. After that, I heard a car voice. Guess, the husband was back, but I was in a dilemma about what to do with the video. Should I give it to the husband and tell him? Or ask bhabhi first about the video?
And maybe she might be willing to give me something for not telling. A lot of thoughts crossed my mind. Then I went downstairs to know who came.
When I came to the living room, I saw the same guy sitting with the husband and bhabhi. I was shocked. I went near them.
Husband: Hey, meet my friend Ashok. He works with me.
Me: Hi.
Ashok: Hi, so you are the paying guest who lives with them. Hope they are good.
Me: Yes, they are good company.
I was confused about what to do. Meanwhile, I glanced at bhabhi staring at Ashok. They talked for a while and then the guy left. Then the husband told me that he was leaving the town for his village because of his mother’s health reasons.
Bhabhi then told everyone that it was time to eat. I was still confused and a bit horny. After eating, the husband was leaving for the train. Then something shocking happened. Mouni bhabhi asked me if I could drop her husband at to train station. It was surprising because this was the first time bhabhi had ever asked me something. But I knew why she was eager to, for both her husband and me to leave the house.
It was 9 pm, so I denied it by saying that I had to leave early the next day so I needed to sleep soon. The husband agreed and said that he was with me.
I felt bad for not helping bhabhi, but I decided I would help her all night and fulfill her. I was mentally preparing myself for how I was going to do this. He left in a cab and his wife kissed him before leaving. Just seeing that made me horny.
Then we both came back to the house and bhabhi locked the door. Bhabhi was about to leave for her room, but I told her to stop and told her that I wanted to show her something.
To be continued.
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