Her name is Swetha. We both had crushes on each other, but we knew it wouldn't end up in marriage, so we were friends till that happened. We were in the car talking, and there was a pause in the conversation, and we ki**ed, and it was one of the best liplocks... After a week she called me to her home as no one was there, so l went to meet her, and we both knew the purpose. We were talking a while and then went inside the room and wasted no time. I pushed her to the wall and had a deep kess while I was rubbing her pu**y above her dress... My tongue was inside her mouth, kie*ing so deep, and squeezing her babs, and I slowly inserted my hand inside her bottom. It was warm and wet. I was rubbing over it, and she was damn turned on. I threw her to the bed and rmoved her dress, and I was in und*rwear and ki**ing her like anything and squeezed her b**bs and pinched her ni**e... Raised her hands above her head and put my finger into her pu**y. She was meaning like anything and couldn't...
It was a hot summer night, and the power had gone out again. I had just returned home from work, drenched in sweat, tired, and frustrated. As I opened the door, I saw bhabhi sitting in the living room, fanning herself with an old newspaper. She was wearing a loose nighty, and I could clearly see the outline of her curves in the dim candlelight.
“Bijli phir chali gayi,” she sighed. “Main toh pagal ho jaaungi garmi mein.”
I tried not to stare, but her damp skin, her slightly open nighty, and the glistening sweat on her neck made it impossible to look away.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat near her. “Main fan le aata hoon,” I offered.
“Nahi, rehne do… tu thak gaya hoga,” she said, smiling softly. Her tone was caring, but there was something else in her eyes… something teasing.
She moved closer to me, handing me a towel to wipe my face. As she did, her fingers brushed my neck. I felt a chill despite the heat. Her touch lingered longer than usual.
“Bohot paseena ho gaya hai tujhe,” she whispered, wiping my forehead, cheeks, and then… slowly down toward my chest.
“Bhabhi…” I said softly, unsure if I should stop her or let it happen.
She looked into my eyes — intense, bold, and seductive. “Aaj kuch alag karne ka mann hai,” she said, biting her lip.
Before I could respond, her hand slid under my shirt, feeling my skin. I gasped slightly, frozen by the thrill. She leaned forward and gently kissed my neck, her lips warm and soft. The room felt like it was burning — not because of the heat, but because of the fire between us.
I pulled her closer, our breaths getting heavier. Her nighty slipped off her shoulder, revealing her creamy skin. I couldn’t resist anymore. I kissed her collarbone, her shoulder… and then slowly down.
She moaned softly, her hands tugging my shirt off. The candlelight flickered on our bodies as we explored each other without shame, without guilt.
That night, the heat wasn’t from the weather — it was from our forbidden passion.
We lay together, tangled, satisfied, yet aware this secret night would forever stay hidden.
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