In “Hot Stories of Married Brother”, the beautiful married girl lives happily with her husband and her sex life is satisfactory! Still, her heart skipped a beat after seeing a boy.
For women, sex means more emotional pleasure than physical pleasure.
Therefore, when I asked Deepti Bhabhi’s permission to write my story, her condition was that I should tell the incident from her perspective.
Friends, friends, my name is Saransh. Although I am from Bhopal, I have been studying in Mumbai for the last few years.
This incident happened in November 2019 when I came to Bhopal to attend the house warming puja of my new house.
The heroine of this popular story of married sister-in-law is Deepti Bhabhi, a resident of Bhopal.
She is a 32 year old beautiful married woman.
Due to regular yoga practice and balanced lifestyle habits, her fair complexion gives a good feeling to every onlooker.
Deepti Bhabhi’s height is five feet five inches. Her thick light brown hair flew in the wind and started kissing her waist.
Thick lips, open white forehead with a small dot on it, deep black eyes and her valley-like beautiful body were trying unsuccessfully to hide themselves under the neatly tied saree. Deepti Bhabhi has such a body, like a road on a mountain.
The story is a little longer, but is guaranteed to be just as enjoyable in the end.
Now know what happened to us in those twelve hours.
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My name is Deepti. I live in Bhopal with my husband. I have completed my bachelor’s degree in education. I have been teaching kindergarten in a school near my home for the last three years.
I come from a conservative family and was educated first in a girls’ school and then in a women’s college.
As soon as I completed my college studies, my family decided to marry me to a hard-working boy of my caste and over the last fourteen years, their decision has proved to be correct.
I never regretted it, my husband was my first and last lover.
Since my colleagues at school range in age from 25 to 40, I often joke around with them.
Those who are not married have boyfriends. Every now and then, stories would surface about married people’s sexy husbands, past and present, and I would become the butt of everyone’s joke.
Because everyone is surprised that despite so much beauty, I enjoy physical pleasure only with my husband.
Especially Shobha, who has been married for less than a year, often keeps teasing me.
I can’t say anything good about Shobha because firstly she is very sweet and secondly she is married into the same family that owns our school.
Shoba’s husband had many businesses, but Shoba was only interested in running the school.
Before marriage, she had fallen in love with a soldier and she used to tease me by sighing and telling stories about him.
His story is funny, but my life is happy.
Shobha just kept smiling.
One day when I was working in the staff room I felt as if someone was watching me.
Women have started realizing these things.
I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw a dark-skinned, muscular little boy standing against the wall at the door of Shoba’s office.
She looked at me with longing eyes.
I noticed that the palla was slipping a little from my neck.
But before I did, I noticed that he was looking straight into my eyes.
I don’t know why, but I can’t take my eyes off her and even if I try, I feel a twist in my stomach.
Before I could do anything, Shobha walked out of the office.
‘Let us go. ‘
Shoba said to the boy who was still looking at me.
Shobha came to me and said: Deepti, I have to leave early to prepare for the party tonight. Do you close your office? Please!
I just nodded as the boy still had his eyes on me.
I already knew that there would be a puja in the evening at Shobha’s family’s new bungalow and a big party would be organized in the evening.
Shobha told me- You have to reach before nine o’clock with your husband!
I avoided the boy’s eyes and replied – Shobha, we would have come, but my husband went to Delhi… He used to come back only late at night, so I had to stay at home.
‘Oh. ‘Shoba thought for a while.
Then she moved ahead – But you can definitely come. Our house is on the way to the station and your house. Your husband will come to pick you up!
Before I could say anything, Shobha pretending to be angry said – Now look Deepti, don’t make excuses, if you don’t come I will never talk to you.
I am feeling a little embarrassed.
Seeing this the young man standing behind laughed.
‘what are you laughing at? ‘
Shobha turned and scolded me and then remembering I said – Hey, I forgot to tell you, this is my brother-in-law’s summary. He studied in Bombay and came to Bhopal just to attend the puja.
Saransh greeted by slowly shaking his right hand.
His eyes were still on my face. I just kept smiling in response.
Shobha says goodbye and goes out, Saransh follows her.
I watched him walk away out of the corner of my eye and noticed that he was still looking at me.
I quickly lowered my eyes.
But I knew that until I was out of sight, his eyes were on me.
There was something in it that left a smile on my lips for a while.
When I reached home and called my husband and told him about my problem, he calmed my mind and even took the responsibility of picking me up.
I was a little apprehensive about party clothes so she suggested wearing her favorite saree.
This is a black stylish chiffon saree that she gave me a few years ago.
I told him that the matching blouse with the saree would be a bit tight as my size had also increased, but he remained adamant.
When I tried them on and sent the pictures, she couldn’t take her eyes off the valley between her breasts because of the design of the blouse.
My husband said like a street lover – If we meet in the evening, I will loosen this top!
I was feeling shy at first… but when she hung up the phone, I not only wore that saree and blouse, but also took out my sexiest, thinnest, tightest panty and matching bra.
Surprise him when I get back because I know he’ll pounce on me as soon as we get home after picking me up from the party.
Now I have to get ready for my husband.
I wore minimal makeup and cut my hair short on the left side to half my bust to make the halter top look great.
I wore the saree down so that my deep navel was exposed.
I freed the valley between my breasts a little from the prison of my ankles, so that the viewer would feel thirsty, but later he would also get angry.
Now I caught a taxi, covered myself with a shawl and went out.
When I reached the party, the party had already started.
Shobha picked up my shawl and kept looking at me for some time.
She said- Ah, if I were a man I would have caught you right now.
We all laughed.
She placed my shawl with the shawls of other friends and left me to others to take care of them.
While we were enjoying our dishes, we were busy admiring Shobha’s luxurious bungalow.
After some time she came back with her brother-in-law Saransh.
She brought him here to meet everyone.
Saransh shook hands very politely and finally shook hands with me too!
His eyes move away from me to rest on my valley, then come back to my eyes.
He was so lost in himself that he forgot to let go of my hand.
Shobha quipped- Saransh, aren’t there beautiful girls in Mumbai? Let go of Diptygo’s hand!
Everyone was surprised by Shoba’s words.
I felt embarrassed…but no one was more embarrassed than Saransh.
He was not able to make eye contact with anyone.
Before anyone else could make the joke, the DJ at the party changed the music.
Shobha tells everyone – Call your husbands and we will do paper dance.
In the Paper Dance, a couple dances on a newspaper, which folds further after each turn so that they have to dance closer.
The pair that lasts till the end wins.
Apart from me, other friends had come with their husbands or boyfriends so she went to take them and Saransh and I were left behind.
We were definitely looking at each other, but from time to time we would also glance at each other from the corner of our eyes.
After everyone had come to their places, only one newspaper was left.
Shobha looked at me and Saransh, I don’t know what mischief she had done that Saransh looked at me and pointed at me.
Saransh turned towards me, extended his right hand and asked very softly – Bhabhi, if you allow!
It was a bit strange to hear this word from sister-in-law’s mouth because her eyes did not agree with this word.
I was lost in thought when suddenly Shobha intervened and said, “Your husband is not here, so there is no need to be afraid.”
Saransh looked into my eyes and said – her husband has no need to be afraid. Me.
I didn’t know what was so special about her and my hands automatically went towards her.
The newspaper was so small that we not only had to stand very close to each other, but also dance slowly to the tune to avoid falling out of the newspaper.
Who knows when during this fight our hands were on each other’s shoulders. My eyes moved here and there trying to avoid his gaze.
For the next song the newspaper has to be folded again and the space becomes smaller.
I turned my eyes away and looked at Shobha, but she was looking at me intently.
The next moment I felt slightly wet fingers playing with my naked waist.
I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I looked into his eyes and couldn’t look anywhere else.
His eyes were alert and fearless, as if everything he was doing was right. It was as if he had power over me.
“Who says dreams can’t come true?”
Saransh said and he slowly moved his palms down my waist and stopped at my hips.
Something inside me melted. Somewhere inside me I knew that I was cheating on my husband at that moment.
But there’s something else I can’t avoid.
Then the music stopped and it felt like I woke up from a dream.
Before I knew it, my feet were sticking out of the newspaper.
Everyone took us out of the race.
I blushed and went to a corner.
“Brother Deepti, are you okay?” Saransh asked from behind.
I couldn’t think of any answer so I said – Yes, yes, that’s it… I had to go to the toilet.
‘Let me show you it.’ Saying this he started walking inside.
Although I had made an excuse but now I also had to go after him.
Some of his father’s friends were standing near the toilet in the hall, so Saransh first looked around.
After thinking for some time, Saransh said – You can use the toilet of my room, here mom and dad have guests everywhere.
Before I could answer his question, he took off towards the stairs and I had to follow him because I couldn’t tell him now that I was lying.
Saransh’s room was on the second floor.
He opened the door of his room and pointed aside and sat on his bed.
As soon as I closed the toilet door, all the noise outside also stopped.
I started hearing my heartbeats. I couldn’t understand how I was left alone in a room with him while trying to get away from Saransh.
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