I still get hard thinking about that Tuesday in Chennai. This is my indian secret affair sex story and I am not gonna dress it up pretty. My bhaiya had asked me to drop some property papers at his flat near T Nagar while he was stuck in a long client meeting. I took auto, reached around two, thought I will just hand the folder and leave. Shilpa bhabhi opened the door wearing a thin yellow nighty, no bra, nipples already poking, hair loose like she just got up from nap. She smiled slow and said come inside na Deepak the sun is too much outside, have some water first. I stepped in smelling her coconut oil and something hotter underneath.
She locked the main door behind me which felt odd but I ignored. Living room fan was slow, curtains half drawn. She poured cold water, stood close enough that her thigh brushed my jeans. You look tired she said, sit properly. Then she sat on the sofa arm right next to me, nighty riding up her thick thighs. I saw dark panties and the outline of her pussy lips pressed tight. My cock jumped hard and she noticed straight away. Her hand came down casual on my knee then slid higher like she was checking cloth quality.
Bhaiya will come only after seven she mumbled looking at my crotch. You have time no. Before I could answer she grabbed my hand and pushed it under the nighty straight onto her hot cunt. She was already dripping. Fingers sank into wet soft folds and she groaned low, said play with it properly dont be shy. I rubbed her clit in circles while she opened my belt with both hands, pulled my jeans down and whistled when my thick cock sprang free. So big she whispered and spat on her palm then started stroking slow from base to tip, squeezing the head till pre-cum smeared all over.
Bedroom Door Shut Hard
She stood up sudden, nighty already half off one shoulder, and dragged me by the cock into their bedroom. AC was blasting cool air. She pushed me onto the double bed that smelled of her perfume and bhaiya cologne mixed. Clothes came off fast. Her heavy boobs bounced free, dark nipples stiff. I sucked one hard while two fingers fucked her cunt open. She was grinding down on my hand like she had not been touched in months. Put it in she ordered, voice rough. I flipped her onto all fours, yanked those soaked panties aside and slammed my cock into her pussy in one go. Wet heat wrapped me tight and she almost screamed into the pillow.
I started pounding hard from behind, hips smacking her soft ass cheeks red. She pushed back meeting every thrust, telling me deeper smarter, like she needed to feel it in her stomach. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head up and slapped her ass while my cock split her open. Juices were running down both our thighs. She reached under and rubbed her own clit fast saying I am close already dont stop. Her cunt clamped and milked me while she came shaking, real loud moans muffled by the mattress. I did not pull out. Kept railing her through the orgasm till she was babbling half Hinglish curses.
After that I lay back and she climbed on top reverse, facing my feet, and lowered her dripping hole onto my cock again. She rode like she wanted to break the bed, ass cheeks spreading every time she dropped down full. Why your cock feel so different from his she gasped between bounces. I just growled, smacked both cheeks and thrust up into her. Spit ran down her spine onto my balls. She turned around mid ride, still impaled, leaned forward and made me suck her bouncing boobs while she rolled her hips in tight circles. That position made her G spot take every inch. Second orgasm hit her harder, cunt fluttering, wet sounds filthy loud in the quiet flat.
Floor Got Stained Next
We moved to the floor because bed sheets were already wrecked. I made her kneel and shove my cock down her throat first. She gagged but took it like practice, spit dripping on her tits. Then I laid her flat on the cold tiles, legs spread wide in missionary and hammered her so deep the headboard noise from earlier was nothing. Her eyes rolled. She dug nails into my back saying fill me na please, give everything. I flipped her again into mating press, knees to chest, and fucked like animals till my balls tightened. I pulled almost out then slammed home and unloaded thick ropes deep inside her open pussy. Cum was so much it started leaking out around my still pulsing cock.
She did not let me rest. While I was half soft she licked me clean then sucked till I hardened again. Bent over the dressing table this time, facing the mirror so she could watch her own face while I took her from behind once more. Her cream and my cum mixed white froth every stroke. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit till she came a third time more quiet but full body shudder. After that we slumped on the floor panting. She laughed soft and said next time you come without calling also I will be ready. I cleaned us with her discarded nighty because tissues were finished. Dressed slow, kissed her sweaty neck once then left with the empty folder still in my hand like nothing happened.
Outside the sun was the same but my legs felt jelly. That afternoon rewrote how I walk past their building now. Every time bhaiya calls me over for dinner I think about how her cunt milked me dry on their marriage bed and how she kept the door locked till I was spent. He still has no idea. I keep the memory raw and use it every night I stroke myself empty thinking of her wet dirty mouth and that yellow nighty on the floor.
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