Pichla bhaag padhe:- Sandhya bhabhi-1
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Ek baar aisa hua ki bhaiya ko office mein bahut kaam tha aur wo aa na sake ghar. Aur yahan bhabhi ke periods bhi khatam ho gaye the, aur wo sex ke liye bhookhi thi.
Ek din aise hi main aur bhabhi workout kar rahe the. To bhabhi ne kaha, “Mujhe weight lifting mein help karo.” Main shock ho gaya. Aaj tak is aurat ne kabhi kisi cheez ke liye gym mein help nahi maangi thi. Maine socha, theek hai, meri sexy bhabhi hai, kar deta hu.
Us din aisa tha ki mere saare kapde mummy ne washing ke liye daal diye the. Upar se last week main interview ke liye gaya tha, to main bas normal underwear mein hi tha aur gym kar raha tha. Meri bhabhi ko koi sharam nahi thi hum dono ke beech. Dono open-minded the.
Wo bench press par let gayi aur chest karna tha. Main help kar raha tha lift karne mein. Dheere se meri nazar bhabhi ke chehre pe gayi. Wo mere chhote se bane bulge ko dekh rahi thi aur exercise kar rahi thi. Main thoda shock mein tha, yakeen nahi ho raha tha ki aisa kyun dekh rahi thi. Fir hamari exercise khatam hui aur aise hi poora din guzar gaya hassi-mazak mein.
Agla din bhi gym time pe bhabhi ne fir help maangi. Is baar squats ke liye. Wo barbell pe weight laga rahi thi. Main peeche se support kar raha tha. Jaise hi wo squat down kar rahi thi, uska tight gym legging wala butt meri taraf aa gaya, bilkul close. Mera haath uski kamar pe lag gaya balance ke liye.
Wo dheere se upar aayi aur boli, “Arre Ramesh, tight pakdo na, gir jaungi!” Main ne haath aur tight kar diya. Lekin andar se mera lund fir se hard ho raha tha underwear mein. Usne ek baar peeche mud kar dekha, smile diya aur boli, “Good job, tu acha supporter hai.” Main soch raha tha, “Kya wo bhi feel kar rahi hai ye tension?”
Teesre din bhabhi ne kaha, “Aaj yoga session karte hai, main tujhe sikhaungi kuch poses.” Main ready tha, yoga dress pehen liya. Tight shorts aur T-shirt, jo body pe chipak jaate hai. Bhabhi bhi apne tight yoga outfit mein thi — leggings aur crop top. Wo pehle khud poses dikhayi, fir boli, “Chal, downward dog try kar.”
Main neeche jhuka, haath zameen pe, butt upar. Bhabhi mere peeche aayi aur “form correct karne” ke naam pe haath meri kamar pe rakha. Fir dheere se adjust kiya, ungliyan meri waist pe pressure daal rahi thi. Mera lund fir tight ho gaya shorts mein. Bulge saaf dikh raha tha shayad. Wo notice ki, halka sa hassi aur boli, “Arre Ramesh, relax kar, body tight mat kar itna!” lekin uska haath thoda der tak wahin raha.
Fir usne mujhe “child’s pose” sikhaya — main baitha, forehead zameen pe. Bhabhi mere upar jhuk kar back pe haath rakha, “stretch feel kar,” boli. Uske boobs meri back pe halka sa touch ho gaye ek second ke liye — garam aur soft. Main shock ho gaya, dil zor se dhadak raha tha, lund poora hard.
Usne shayad feel kiya mera reaction, kyunki wo dheere se uthi aur smile ke saath boli, “Acha seekh raha hai tu, kal aur poses sikhaungi.” Main bas “Haa bhabhi” bol paya, andar se pagal ho raha tha.
Aise hi roz gym sessions mein help badhti jaa rahi thi — supporting, touching, close hona, aur har baar meri nazar uske body pe, uski nazar mere bulge pe. Wo bhookhi thi, main excited tha. Lekin abhi bhi sirf gym tak hi limited tha. Hassi-mazak mein sab chalta raha.
Ye sab poses aap Google kar lena wahan par details mil jainge to imagine karne mein bhi aasani hogi.
Gym ke alawa bhi ek din aisa hua. Terrace pe laundry kar rahi thi bhabhi kapde sukhane ke liye. Maine help ki, heavy bucket uthaya, bhabhi ke saare aur innerwear bhi the. Main ek-ek karke bhabhi ko kapde de raha tha, wo rassi pe daal rahi thi. Fir mere haath mein panty aa gayi — main to sharam se laal ho gaya.
Bhabhi: “Kya hua, de?”
Main: “Haa, ye lo” (ghabrahat mein).
Aise hi bhabhi ke shirt, T-shirt aur shorts bhi the — maine de diye. Aur last mein sirf inners hi bache the bucket mein — mere aur bhabhi ke.
Main: “Bhabhi, aap ye le lo, bas thode bache hai. Main clips laga deta hu, hawa bhi tez ho rahi hai, kapde udd na jaaye kahin.”
Bhabhi: “Arre, isme waqt lagega devar ji. Tu hi dede, jaldi-jaldi ho jayega.”
Main: “Theek hai bhabhi.”
Fir maine ek-ek karke bra aur panty deta raha — pehle bra, fir meri underwear, aisa hi karta raha. Aur bhabhi smile de rahi thi.
Bhabhi: “Kya hua Ramesh, sharma gaye kya?”
Main: “Aisi koi baat nahi, kabhi aisa haath mein pakda nahi na to…”
Bhabhi: “Acha mere pyare devar, ab to pakad liye ho na. Kya hai ye, bas inners hai mere. Isme sharmane wali kya baat hui? Fir kuch saalon ke baad shaadi bhi to karni hai us waqt choona bhi hoga. Abhi practice ho jayegi.”
Ye keh kar hasi bhabhi. Main bhi thoda muskurane laga. Achanak bahut tez hawa chali, dupatta udd gaya. Main pakadne ke chakkar mein peeche jhuka, aur peeche se pillar tha — us pillar se takra gaya aur main neeche seediyon pe gir gaya aur meri kamar mein tez dard hua.
Main “Ahh!” bol ke gir gaya. Bhabhi ghabra gayi, “Arre Ramesh!” Mere paas aayi, mujhe dard se ladh-path raha tha. “Kya hua? Dheere se uth na!” Mujhe sahara dekar uthaya aur room mein le gayi, bed pe baithaya.
Bhabhi tension mein thi aur boli, “Kamar dard ho gaya? Chal, main malish kar deti hu. Bhaiya/mom bhi nahi hai to main hi karungi.”
Wo room ka darwaza band kiya (parents shop pe the), aur mujhe pet ke bal letne ko kaha. Main shorts aur T-shirt mein tha. Meri short ko thoda neeche kiya, shayad meri aadhi gaand bhi dekh li. Bhabhi mere peeche baithi, oil liya (jo yoga ke liye rakha tha), aur dheere se meri kamar pe haath lagaya. Pehle halka sa dabaya, fir zor se malish shuru — ungliyan meri lower back pe, waist pe, thoda upar ki taraf bhi.
Main moan kar raha tha, “Ahh… dard lag raha hai bhabhi.” Wo boli, “Relax kar, tension mat le, main theek kar doongi.” Uski haath garam the, pressure perfect, lekin har baar wo thoda aage jhukti thi to uske boobs mere back pe brush ho jaate the — soft aur heavy feel. Mera lund bed pe dab gaya, poora hard ho gaya shorts mein.
Wo shayad notice kar rahi thi mera body tight hona, kyunki usne halka sa hasi aur boli, “Kya hua Ramesh, itna tight kyun ho raha hai? Dard kam nahi ho raha kya?” Main sharma gaya, bola, “Nahi bhabhi, bas acha lag raha hai… continue karo please.”
Malish 10-15 minute chali — haath meri sides pe, hips ke paas tak gaye, accidental touch bahut the. Wo bhookhi thi, isliye shayad thoda zyada close reh rahi thi. Fir boli, “Ab theek hai? Kal gym mat karna, rest le.” Main utha, thanks bola, lekin andar se pagal tha. Ye massage sirf dard ke liye nahi tha lag raha tha, kuch aur bhi tha. Aise hi chhote-chhote moments badhte jaa rahe the.
To ye tha part two. Kindly wait for the next part. Sab kuch bataunga clear se. For review or feedback, mail me at [email protected]