My Horny Mumbai Bhabhi Finally Gave In – Real Devar-Bhabhi Sex Story

My name is Rohan, 24, living in a posh society in Andheri West, Mumbai.
Two years ago my elder brother Arjun (32) got married to Priya bhabhi — 28 years old, wheatish-fair skin, 36D-28-38 killer figure, long silky black hair till her waist, always perfectly waxed legs and a navel that could make any man weak.

From the first day she entered our house in a red bridal lehenga, I was secretly in love… or more correctly, in extreme lust. Every time she bent to pick something, her deep cleavage or juicy ass in tight saree made my cock rock hard.

For two years I controlled myself. But destiny had other plans.

The Night Everything Changed

Last month Arjun bhaiya got a 15-day onsite project in Dubai. The day he left, Priya bhabhi wore a black transparent saree for the airport drop — no bra, nipples clearly poking. I almost came in my pants just looking at her.

First 3–4 days were normal. Then the teasing started.

• Day 5: She started roaming in the house in sleeveless nighties without bra.
• Day 7: She “accidentally” dropped her towel in front of me after shower — I saw her completely naked for 3 seconds before she screamed and covered herself (but smiled while doing it).
• Day 9: She started sleeping in my room saying “AC in her room is not working”.

On the 10th night around 1:30 AM I was in my room watching porn on mute with headphones. Suddenly the door opened and bhabhi walked in wearing only a silk robe, hair wet, no mangalsutra, red lipstick glowing in the laptop light.

“Rohan… can’t sleep. Can I sit here for some time?

Before I could reply she sat on my bed. The robe was loosely tied — one pull and it would open. She saw the porn tab (a devar-bhabhi video) and gave a naughty smile.

Bhabhi (whispering): Tum bhi yeh sab dekhte ho? Shame on you… apni bhabhi ke saath aisa sochte ho?

I was speechless. She came closer, placed her hand on my thigh and whispered:

Laptop band karo… aaj asli devar-bhabhi dikhaati hun.

She pulled the string of her robe. It fell on the floor.
Perfect naked body — big milky boobs with dark brown nipples already hard, flat stomach, clean shaved pink pussy already dripping.

I lost all control. Grabbed her, threw her on bed and started sucking those heavenly breasts like a mad. She moaned loudly:

Aahhh Rohan… dheere… tere bhaiya ne 6 mahine se nahi chhua… bahut pyaasi hun main…

I went down, spread her legs and buried my tongue in her chut. She tasted sweet and salty. Within 2 minutes she had her first orgasm — legs shaking, screaming my name.

Then she pushed me back, pulled my shorts down and took my 7-inch thick lund in her mouth. Best blowjob of my life — deepthroat, licking balls, spitting on it… 5 minutes and I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and said:

Ab daal bhi do… kitna tadpaoge?

I placed my cock on her slippery entrance and pushed. Half went in one stroke. She screamed:

MAAA… kitna mota hai tera… fad dal meri chut aaj!

I started stroking slowly, then faster. Bed was shaking, her bangles making sound, her payal ringing. We fucked missionary for 15 minutes, then doggy — her huge ass bouncing, then she rode me like a pro.

She came 3 times, I came twice — once inside her pussy, second time on her boobs. We were sweating like animals.

The Next 10 Days of Heaven

After that night, Priya bhabhi became my personal slut.

• Morning quickie in kitchen while making tea — she bent over the counter, saree lifted, I fucked her from behind.
• Afternoon blowjob in the lift (we pressed stop between floors).
• Evening session in shower — standing 69 position.
• Night full marathon — sometimes 4–5 rounds, trying new positions: spooning, lotus, standing against the window with Mumbai skyline behind us.

She started sending me nudes the moment bhaiya called her — one hand on phone, one hand spreading pussy with caption “Dekho tumhara bhaiya baat kar raha hai aur tumhari biwi nangi hai”.

We even recorded videos — her riding me, calling me “pati” and abusing bhaiya. Pure blackmail material (which she loves).

Present Day

Bhaiya is back now. We act completely normal in front of him. But every time he goes to office or sleeps early, bhabhi sneaks into my room or sends signal “Bathroom aa jaldi”.

Last night she whispered in my ear while bhaiya was in the next room:

Tere bhaiya so gaye… aaj teri Priya bhabhi ko terrace pe chodna hai… poori Mumbai dekhegi kaise devar apni bhabhi ko pel raha hai.

I’m living every Indian man’s ultimate fantasy.

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The End
(…or is it just the beginning?)