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Ahmedabad Bhabhi Locked Her Door And Took Every Inch While Husband Was Away

Ahmedabad Bhabhi Locked Her Door And Took Every Inch While Husband Was Away

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Last month something crazy happened in my Ahmedabad society flat that I still jerk off thinking about. This hinglish neighbour wife sex story is exactly what went down with Anjali bhabhi from the next door. I am 32 and work in sales so some days I sit home for calls. My 3bhk is decent and the wall between us is thin enough that I hear her TV some nights. Manoj her husband travels half the month for his company. Anjali is 28 fair with heavy boobs and a round gaand she tries to hide under salwar kameez but fails every time she bends for the milk packet. We only did namaste in the lift before that Tuesday.

I was half watching some match highlights when the doorbell rang around three. I opened and she stood there in a thin light blue nighty hair open looking a bit flustered. She said Vikash bhaiya can you come for two minutes my almirah hinge is loose and the door keeps swinging I tried but it needs a man hand. Manoj left for Bangalore yesterday only and will return Friday night. I said haan bhabhi no issue let me grab the screwdriver. Inside her flat smelled of that cheap sweet perfume she always wears and leftover jeera rice. She walked ahead and the nighty stuck to her ass cheeks because she was a little sweaty. No bra. Dark nipples showed clear when she turned under the tube light.

The Knock That Changed Everything

Bedroom was messy bed not made. The almirah was an old wooden one near the window. I knelt and started tightening the screws while she stood right behind me almost touching. Her voice came soft actually I feel so bored and restless these days Manoj only does quick five minute thing when he is here and then sleeps. My back got warm from her breath. I turned half way and her hand was already on my shoulder sliding down. She looked straight at me and pressed her palm on the growing bulge in my track pants. She said bas aaj tu mujhe ache se chod de I am tired of waiting and touching myself. I stood up fast and pulled her against me. Her boobs smashed on my chest soft and heavy. I kissed her rough no romance just tongue and teeth. She bit my lower lip and moaned into my mouth.

I yanked the nighty up over her head in one go. Naked underneath except tiny black panty already damp in the middle. Big boobs spilled out dark brown nipples hard like pebbles. I grabbed both and squeezed hard then bent and sucked the right one deep taking as much as I could. She held my head and said haan chus le unhe zor se they are so sensitive today. My hand shoved inside the panty and found her chut completely soaked lips swollen. I pushed two fingers in straight and she jerked. Wet sounds filled the quiet flat. I finger fucked her standing while still sucking tits till her thighs started shaking. Then I pulled the panty down and she stepped out. I dropped my own pants and my lund sprang out thick and already leaking. She stared and wrapped fingers around it stroking slow then said saala kitna bada hai Manoj se double almost. I pushed her back on the unmade bed.

I spread her legs wide and rubbed the head up and down her slit coating it. Then I pushed in slow at first because she was tight even wet. Halfway she gasped and dug nails in my arms. I gave one hard thrust and buried full length. Her chut gripped like it did not want to let go. I started pounding steady deep strokes pulling almost out and slamming back. Bed creaked loud. She kept saying aur tez chodo mat rok aur tez. I hooked her knees over my elbows and folded her so I could go deeper. Every thrust made her boobs bounce hard and slap together. Sweat started on both of us. I slapped her outer thigh and she clenched around me tighter. After some minutes I pulled out flipped her onto all fours. That gaand looked perfect round and soft. I rubbed my wet lund between the cheeks then lined up and rammed back into her chut from behind. I held her hips and fucked like an animal slapping skin on skin. She pushed back to meet every stroke and started talking dirty in that half Hindi mix chodo saale meri chut phaad de aaj pura maal andar daalna.

Losing Control On Her Sofa

We moved to the hall because the bed was too squeaky and she got nervous even though society is mostly empty afternoons. I sat on the sofa and she climbed on top facing me. She grabbed my lund and sat down slow taking it all the way till her ass rested on my thighs. Then she started bouncing hard hands on my shoulders. Her boobs jumped in my face so I sucked them again one then the other. I gripped her waist and helped slam her down harder. She threw her head back and the moans got louder. I felt her chut start fluttering and she came first shaking and dripping down my balls. She did not stop riding though. I stood up still inside her and carried her a few steps to the wall near the kitchen. Pinned her there and fucked upward short vicious strokes. Her legs wrapped around me locked. She bit my shoulder to keep quiet but still whimpered chod chod aur andar.

I was close so I pulled out and made her kneel on the floor tiles. She knew what I wanted and opened her mouth. I fed her my lund shiny with her own juices. She sucked messy spit running down her chin both hands stroking the base. I held her hair and thrust into her throat a few times till she gagged but she did not pull away. Eyes watered yet she looked up like she wanted more. I could not hold I pulled back and stroked fast then painted her tongue and lips with thick ropes of cum. Some landed on her boobs. She swallowed what was in her mouth and used a finger to scoop the rest and lick it clean. She said next round you put everything inside my chut I want to feel full.

We drank water like thirsty animals then she pulled me to the kitchen platform. She bent over the sink exactly like she knew the angle. I stood behind spread her cheeks and spat on her hole just for fun then pushed into her still dripping chut. This angle let me hit very deep. I reached around and rubbed her clit while slamming. She gripped the tap and pushed her ass back. The wet filthy sound of my lund working her open filled the kitchen. I slapped that gaand red on both sides and she only got wetter. After a long stretch I felt the second load building. I grabbed her hair pulled her head back and unloaded deep inside pumping every drop. She came again while I was filling her shaking so hard her elbows almost gave out on the counter.

Finishing Deep Inside Her

We ended up back in the bedroom for the last round because her legs were jelly. She lay on her back and pulled me on top. I slid in easy this time her chut creamy with my earlier cum. Slow deep grinding at first then faster when she wrapped legs around my waist. I told her she is the hottest bhabhi in the whole society and she laughed breathless then said then prove it ruin me properly before Manoj comes back. I put her legs on my shoulders and piledrived hard the headboard hitting wall. Her eyes rolled and mouth stayed open. I felt the base of my spine tighten and buried as deep as possible when I came the third time flooding her again. She held me there with both arms and legs not letting me pull out till every twitch finished.

We stayed sticky and breathing hard for a long time. Later she cleaned up a bit with a towel and put the nighty back on without panty. I found my pants. Before I left she stood close and said Friday night he returns so maybe Thursday afternoon you come again I will cook something and then we can use the other rooms also. I just nodded still half hard. Walking back to my flat my legs felt loose and my mind kept replaying her bent over that sink and the way her chut sucked me dry. Next two days I could hardly focus on work calls. Thursday I went again and she was ready wearing only a long shirt. We fucked on the dining chair first then the bathroom floor under the shower cold water running over us while I took her from behind one more time. She came so hard she almost slipped. I left more cum inside her and some on her stomach.

Manoj came back Friday evening like nothing happened. I met him in the parking and he talked about Bangalore traffic while I kept a straight face knowing his wife still had my dried cum on her inner thighs probably. Anjali and I keep it careful now. When he tours she messages me one word free and I go over. Sometimes quick against her main door the second it locks sometimes long sessions where I make her squirt on the sofa covers she later washes. She likes when I talk dirty in that same mix of Hindi and English while stretching her. I never thought the quiet woman next door would turn into this cock hungry bhabhi who begs to be filled before her husband lands. Every time I hear their TV through the wall at night I remember how loud she can get when no one else is home and my lund gets hard all over again.

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