Shaadi Ki Raat Mein Bhabhi Ne Devar Ka Lund Apni Chut Mein Ghusa Liya
Pune ke ek chhote se joint family function mein sab log ikattha hue the. Yash ki cousin sister ki shaadi thi aur ghar mein 40-50 log the — relatives, neighbours, friends. Ghar ek purana bada bungalow tha jahaan upar ke kamre mein ladies soti thi aur neeche hall mein mard. Main, Vihaan, 24 saal ka, engineering complete karke ab job dhundh raha tha. Shaadi ke functions mein main help kar raha tha — lights lagana, samaan uthana, guests ko welcome karna.
Us ghar mein sabse attractive thi Sneha Bhabhi — meri cousin bhaiya ki patni. 28 saal ki, shaadi ko 3 saal hue the. Fair skin, lambe kaale baal jo bun mein bandhti thi, 34C ke tight boobs jo har kapde mein ubhar aate the, patli kamar aur sabse zabardast — bhari gol gaand jo chalte waqt hilti thi. Log usko “perfect bahu” bolte the kyunki woh sabke saath pyaar se baat karti thi, ghar sambhaalti thi, lekin main jaanta tha ki andar se woh kitni pyasi thi.
Shaadi ke 2 din pehle se hi tension shuru ho gayi thi. Sneha Bhabhi pink georgette saree mein thi — woh thin wali jo movement ke saath pallu sarak jaati thi. Blouse bahut tight tha, deep neckline se creamy cleavage saaf dikh raha tha aur hooks itne tight ki boobs zor se dab rahe the. Jab woh jhuk kar koi cheez uthati, pallu side ho jaata aur uski soft kamar, gehra navel aur pet ki nangi skin chamak uthati. Blouse ke andar se bra ke straps bhi halke se dikh rahe the.
Main usko help kar raha tha decorations mein. “Vihaan beta, yeh lights upar laga do na,” usne muskurate hue kaha. Jab main ladder pe chadha, woh neeche khadi thi, pallu thoda sa slide ho gaya tha. Meri nazar uske boobs par atak gayi — paseene se geela blouse skin se chipak raha tha, nipples ke halke outline saaf. Usne notice kiya par kuch nahi bola, sirf dheere se muskurayi.
Shaadi ke din raat ko function khatam hone ke baad ghar mein sab thak kar so rahe the. Ladies upar ke 3 bedrooms mein, mard hall mein. Main corridor mein tha jab Sneha Bhabhi ne mujhe awaaz di. “Vihaan… zara idhar aa na.”
Woh apne room mein thi — ek chhota sa guest room jahaan sirf ek double bed aur dressing table tha. Usne ab change kar liya tha — light yellow cotton nighty jo mid-thighs tak thi. Thin fabric paseene se geela ho chuka tha. Nighty ke straps dono kandhon se thode sa slide ho gaye the, ek boob ka upper curve saaf dikh raha tha. Nighty neeche se thighs ke gap mein halka sa uthi hui thi, creamy thick thighs chamak rahe the.
“Bhabhi… kya hua?” maine poocha, dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Usne darwaza dheere se band kiya. “Sab so gaye hain… par meri neend nahi aa rahi. Tum bhi thak gaye hoge na? Baitho zara.”
Hum bed pe baith gaye. Woh mere paas hi baithi, nighty ka hemline upar chadh gaya tha, uski soft thighs mere thigh se touch ho rahi thi. Dupatta nahi tha, sirf nighty. Usne dheere se kaha, “Vihaan… tum ab bade ho gaye ho. Ladkiyan line maarti hongi. Par main… main toh akeli feel karti hoon har raat.”
Maine uski taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein woh tanhai thi jo shaadi ke 3 saal mein bhi nahi gayi thi. “Bhabhi… bhaiya toh hain na aapke saath.”
Usne gehri saans li, nighty ke upar wala hissa thoda neeche kiya. Ek boob almost bahar aa gaya — soft, heavy, light brown nipple hard ho kar khada tha. “Bhaiya… woh sirf 5 minute ka kaam karke so jaate hain. Mujhe toh pyar chahiye, zor se thokna chahiye, gehraai tak feel karna chahiye. Main aurat hoon Vihaan… meri chut roz tadapti hai.”
Usne mera haath pakda aur apne boob pe rakh diya. “Dekho… kitni garam hoon main. Yeh galat hai… tum mere devar ho… par main ruk nahi paa rahi.”
Mera lund pant mein khada ho chuka tha. “Bhabhi… yeh bahut galat hai. Agar kisi ne dekh liya toh?”
Usne dheere se mera chehra apne haathon mein liya. “Aaj raat sab thake hue hain… koi nahi uthne wala. Bas ek baar… mujhe feel karo beta. Meri pyas bujha do.”
Pehla kiss dheere se hua — uske soft lips mere lips pe. Phir jeebh andar, gehra French kiss. Uski saans tez ho gayi. Maine uske boobs dabaye, nipples pinch kiye. Nighty ke straps poore kandhe se slide ho gaye, dono heavy boobs bahar aa gaye.
“Chus na Vihaan… choos meri choochiyon ko jaise koi bhookha ho.”
Maine uske ek nipple muh mein le liya, zor se choosne laga. Sneha ki saansein aur tez — “Aaaahhh… haan beta… aur zor se… meri mummy ki tarah treat mat karo… randi ki tarah chod do aaj.”
Main usko bed pe litaya. Nighty ko kamar tak upar kiya. Uski black lace panty geeli ho chuki thi, chut ke lips ka shape saaf. Maine panty side kiya aur jeebh se chaatna shuru kiya. Puch-puch… puch-puch… uska garam ras mere muh mein. Sneha ki taange kaanp rahi thi, usne mere sar ko chut pe dabaya.
“Aaaahhh Vihaan… kitne din se tadap rahi thi… chaat meri pyasi chut ko… teri bhabhi ki bur ko… yeh galat hai par bahut mazaa aa raha hai… aur andar jeebh daal…”
Woh pehli baar jhad gayi — zor se, chut se paani nikla, mere muh pe. Uski aankhein band, muh khula, “Mmmhhh… pehli baar itna zor se…”
Ab main nanga ho gaya. Mera 8 inch mota lund bahar. Sneha ki aankhein chamak uthi. “Kitna bada aur mota… bhaiya ka toh chhota sa hai.” Usne muh mein le liya, gale tak, gagging ki, thook ki dhaar. “Mmmhhh… mota lund… meri muh ki chut bana de isko.”
Phir maine usko missionary mein litaaya. Nighty abhi bhi uske upar chadhi hui thi, boobs bahar. Ek hi dhakke mein poora lund uski tight geeli chut mein pel diya. “Aaaahhhh… faad diya meri chut ko devar ji…”
Thap-thap-thap-thap… zor-zor se dhakke. Har dhakke pe wet puch-puch sound. Sneha cheekh rahi thi dheere se (thin walls ka dar tha), “Aur zor se… haan… pel de… meri womb tak… yeh teri bhabhi ki chut ab teri hai… chod mujhe jaise pati nahi chodta…”
Main ne uske boobs dabaye, nipples kaatne laga. Position badli — doggy. Uski bhari gaand upar, main peeche se thok raha tha. Gaand pe thappad — chap! chap! “Teri gaand kitni tight aur gol hai Bhabhi…”
“Haan… maar… faad de meri gaand bhi… aaahhh main phir jhad rahi hoon…”
Maine andar hi creampie kar diya. Garam cum uski chut mein bhar gaya, bahar tapakne laga, nighty ke fabric pe gir raha tha.
Dusri round mein woh upar aa gayi. Nighty poori utar di — bilkul nangi, sweat se chamakti body, chut se mera cum tapak raha tha. Usne mera lund pakda aur apni chut mein baith gayi. Uppar-neeche… uski gaand mere thighs pe thap-thap. “Dekh devar… teri bhabhi kaise chod rahi hai tujhe… meri chut tera lund nigal rahi hai poora…”
Uske boobs bounce kar rahe the. Maine neeche se dhakke maare. Sneha ki aankhein meri aankhon mein — guilt dikhta tha par lust aur pyaar zyada. “Main bahut pyasi thi… tu ne meri saari tadap mita di aaj…”
Teesri round mein hum bathroom le gaye (attached tha). Shower ke neeche, geele bodies lipte hue, standing fuck. Uski ek taang upar, lund andar-bahar. Paani ke saath cum ka mix bahar nikal raha tha. “Aur zor se… haan… meri chut faad do… aaahhh main phir jhad rahi hoon…”
Last round mein anal. Sneha ne sharmate hue kaha, “Pehli baar hai… dheere se karna par poora daal dena.”
Maine uski gaand pe jasmine oil lagaaya (dressing table pe thi), aur dheere se pel diya. “Aaaahhhh dard ho raha hai… par ruk mat… teri bhabhi ki gaand bhi teri ho gayi aaj…”
Maine uski gaand poori tarah faad di aur andar hi jhad gaya.
Subah hone wali thi. Dono thak kar bed pe let gaye. Sneha mere seene pe sar rakh kar leti thi, uski ungli mere chest pe. Uski saans abhi bhi tez. “Vihaan… yeh bahut galat tha… main teri bhabhi hoon, shaadi shuda… agar kisi ne jaan liya toh ghar barbad ho jaayega.” Uski aankh mein aansu the par chehre pe ek alag si shanti thi. “Par pehli baar mujhe lag raha hai main poori aurat hoon. Itna mazaa, itna pyaar… tu ne meri saari pyas bujha di.”
Maine uske baal sehlaaye aur lips pe soft kiss kiya. “Bhabhi… main bhi nahi rok paaoonga ab. Shaadi ke baaki dinon mein… jab sab so jaayenge… main aaoonga. Aur ghar lautne ke baad bhi… jab bhaiya office jaayenge, tab bhi.”
Sneha muskurayi, uski haath mere lund pe gayi jo phir se khada hone laga tha. “Toh abhi ek baar aur… lekin is baar dheere-dheere… pyar se… jaise devar-bhabhi ka rishta hota hai… par bahut ganda aur gehra.”
Shaadi ke baaki functions mein hum dono chupke se ek dusre ko dekhte rahte. Koi nahi jaan paaya ki us raat shaadi ke ghar mein ek naya rishta ban gaya tha — pyas bhara, guilt bhara, par mazedaar.
Ab har shaadi ya family function unke liye nayi chori chupke ki raat banne wali thi.