Mera naam Rahul hai. 27 saal ka.
Aaj main aap sab ke liye apni bhabhi sex story leke aaya hu. To chaliye bina time waste kiye kahani shuru kar raha hu.
Mere bhai Vikram ka transfer ho gaya tha doosre shehar. Isliye main uske ghar aa gaya tha teen mahine ke liye. Ghar mein sirf bhabhi Pooja thi.
Pooja bhabhi 30 saal ki thi. Gora-chitta rang, badi-badi black aankhein, patli kamar, aur body aisi ke kapdon ke upar se bhi shape clear dikhti thi. 34D ke boobs, moti soft gaand, lambi legs.
Lekin pehle din se main usko sirf bhabhi maan kar hi dekh raha tha. Koi ganda khayaal nahi tha. Normal baatein, normal hassi, normal din. Pehle 3-4 din bilkul aise hi guzre. Subah uthna, nashta karna, ghar se kaam dhoondhne nikalna, shaam ko wapas aana, khaana khana, TV dekhna aur so jana. Bhabhi bhi apna routine follow karti. Kabhi mujhe kuch extra nahi lagta tha.
Fir wo din aaya. Shaam ke almost 7:15 ho rahe the. Main apne room se nikal kar kitchen ki taraf jaa raha tha paani lene. Bhabhi ka room corridor ke bilkul saamne tha. Uske darwaze ka kunda poora band nahi hua tha. Thoda sa khula tha – bas 3-4 inch ka gap.
Main jaan-bujh kar nahi ruka. Bas nazar bhatak gayi. Bhabhi change kar rahi thi. Usne pehle kurti utaar di thi. Fir blouse ke buttons khol rahi thi. Jab aakhri button khula aur usne blouse utara, to uske bade-bade boobs sirf bra mein nazar aaye.
Bra thodi tight thi. Uske upar se boobs ka soft hissa baahar nikal raha tha. Fir usne peeche haath le jaake bra ka hook khola. Bra dheere se aage ko khuli. Uske boobs free ho gaye. Bhari hui, soft, thoda sa neeche ko jhuki hui.
Gulabi nipples thande kamre ki hawa se tight ho chuke the. Wo bilkul nangi nahi thi abhi, lekin uske upar ke hisse bilkul khule the. Main wahin khada reh gaya. Paani lene ka khayaal nikal gaya. Bas dekhte raha.
Wo mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Apne boobs ko dono haatho se thoda upar kiya, jaise check kar rahi ho. Fir usne nighty uthayi aur pehan li. Nighty pehante waqt uske boobs ek baar fir se hil ke saaf dikhe.
Main tab jaake hosh mein aaya. Dheere se peeche hatt ke apne room mein chala gaya. Dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Us raat neend nahi aayi. Baar-baar aankhen band karta to wahi scene aa jata – bra ka khulna, boobs ka free hona, nipples ki hardness.
Main khud se ladta raha, “Ye bhai ki biwi hai. Galat hai. Mat soch. Bhool jaa.” Lekin scene nahi bhool raha tha. Mera lund baar-baar khada ho jata. Main usko ignore karta, lekin wo baar-baar tight ho jata.
Agli subah jab main kitchen mein gaya to bhabhi normal thi. Soft smile, “Chai banayi hai.” Main bhi normal banne ki koshish karta raha. Lekin ab uske boobs pe nazar chali jati thi. Uske nighty ke neeche se shape dikhti to dil tezi se dhadakta.
Us din se main chupke-chupke dekhne laga. Pehle to bas aise hi. Kabhi wo kitchen mein kaam kar rahi hoti aur jhukti, to uski gaand ki shape jeans mein clear dikhti. Main chupke se dekh leta. Kabhi wo sofa pe baith kar TV dekh rahi hoti, legs fold kiye hue, to uski thighs ki golayi nazar aati.
Main side se dekhte rehta. Fir main jaan-boojh kar mauke dhoondhne laga. Ek din main subah jaldi uth gaya. Bhabhi abhi so rahi thi. Uske room ka darwaza thoda khula tha. Main chupke se gaya aur darwaze ke gap se andar dekha. Wo side leke soyi hui thi.
Blanket uske upar se thoda sarak gaya tha. Uske ek boob ka upari hissa saaf dikh raha tha. Nipple almost nazar aa raha tha. Main 20-25 second tak dekhta raha. Fir dheere se hatt gaya.
Shaam ko jab wo bathroom jaati, to main corridor mein khade ho kar sunta. Paani ki awaaz, uski body pe paani girne ki awaaz. Kabhi-kabhi bathroom ka darwaza poora band nahi hota tha. Main door se 2-3 feet door khade hoke uske silhouette ko dekhne ki koshish karta – geeli body ka shape, boobs ka hilna.
Ek din to aur aage badh gaya. Bhabhi ne kapde washroom mein chhodh rakhe the. Main jaan-boojh kar uske dirty clothes ke paas gaya. Uski bra aur panty alag rakhhi thi. Main chupke se uski panty uthayi. Soft, thodi si geeli si feeling. Usme se uski body ki halki khushbu aa rahi thi.
Main usko thodi der haath mein rakhe raha. Fir wapas rakh diya. Dil zor se dhadak raha tha. Raat ko main apne room mein letta rehta aur sochta, “Main kya kar raha hu? Ye galat hai. Bhai ki biwi hai.”
Lekin agle hi moment uske nange boobs yaad aa jaate. Uske nipples. Uske gaand ki shape. Mera lund khada ho jata. Kabhi-kabhi main usko haath laga ke shant karta, lekin dimag se scene nahi jata tha.
Aise hi 6-7 din guzar gaye. Main roz chupke se usko dekhte rehta. Kabhi darwaze ke gap se, kabhi mirror ke reflection se, kabhi jab wo soyi hoti, kabhi jab wo kitchen mein jhukti. Wo bilkul bekhabar thi. Use pata bhi nahi tha ki koi usko is nazar se dekh raha tha.
Aur main… main roz thoda aur doobta jaa raha tha. Ab sirf dekhne se kaam nahi chal raha tha. Dimag mein aur sawaal aane lage the. Uski body ke baare mein. Uske past ke baare mein. Bhai ke saath uske relation ke baare mein. Lekin abhi tak main kuch bol nahi paaya tha. Bas chupke-chupke dekhte rehta.
Yahin se kahani ka pehla hissa khatam hota hai. Rahul ab sirf dekhne tak seemit nahi reh payega. Uske dimag mein ab aur khayaal aane waale the.
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